#oc jiffy

[failbaby]

Mrs. Mac and Bonnie Kelly from always sunny are butch and femme dykes I'm not joking

[bluesinnamonroll]

more to this saga i guess bc im having fun ehee

[matildaverse]

Me if I was cute and in a horror game or something

Question - if you were a video game character and had dlc outfit packs

A. What are the themes of each pack (I.e Christmas, 1960s etc)?

B. What are your outfits for each pack?

C. Which pack would players use the most?

Bonus points if you draw your dlc.

[liamthemailman]

one and a half DAYS HOW DID I NOT NOTICE I GAVE ACE MY GLASSES INSTEAD OF HIS SHADES

[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

well hi there ツ

welcome to the hallowed halls of Hatchetfield High School!

gosh are we pleased to have ya!

... unless you're a Clivesdale loser (in which case, go get f*****)

anyways, feel free to pop in and interact with us!

you can ask anything, or request interactions/scenes between characters and we'll get back to ya in a jiffy :D

you can also chat to finnley (an OC) (they exist in the universe and can be interacted with, or interact with the other characters as you please ♡)

we each have handy dandy colour codes (with our id pics so that you know who you're asking!), you can check them out below.

we look forward to hearing from you super soon,

have a lah dee da da day!

˗ˏˋ pete ´ˎ˗      ˗ˏˋ richie ´ˎ˗              ˗ˏˋ ruth ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ steph ´ˎ˗ ˗ˏˋ max ´ˎ˗ ˗ˏˋ grace ´ˎ˗

✿ other RP accounts welcome and encouraged to interact with any characters!! ✿

☺ emoji anons welcome! ☺

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// finn. ༄ twenties. they/he. main blog: @riddlingabout //

// any ooc asks, psa posts, or responses will be written like this, and tagged #⋆.˚꩜ finn the admin //

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please note!

(it's a lot of text so key points are bolded)

~ you can interact with ANY characters from NPMD or select characters from tgwdlm and black friday, please ask if you're unsure! ~

i like to treat each ask as individual, so the characters will interact with you as if it's separate to other asks.

this means you can have fun and total freedom with what / how many / how often you ask questions, and also that the characters can interact with each other or other characters / ships in various ways (e.g. max flirting with grace doesn't stop him flirting with richie, or you, or finn in another ask)

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⋙ specify a link to a previous ask,

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🌌, 🌙, 🌸, 🏹, ☀️, 👑, 🦇, 🐐⌛️, 👻, 🦈, 🪶, 🦖, 🐸, 💌🐚☕️, 👁, 🎵🌍🪱, 🧀, 🪼, 🍀, 🏈, 🌿, 🌲, 👁️🪽, 📻

you're more than welcome to flirt with characters (i love flirting) but please be mindful of the fact that i am not a minor (in my twenties) and act accordingly. minors, please do not interact in nsfw ways.

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☆ also, i'm australian, i'll do my darnedest to spell things the american way (hmb anyone, anyone?) but if i slip up, i'm really sorry! ☆

//also also, check out @askhatchetfieldhigh, they inspired me to make this blog (and we have the same colour associations for each character!!) they're wicked cool and i adore them and their blog! //

blog tags:

#nerdy prudes must ask ~ general asks and interactions

#･ ˖˚ ꕤ ask finnie ~ finnley puckett's diary (oc asks / interactions)

#･ ˖˚ ✎ ask petey ~ pete spankoffski's diary (asks / interactions)

#･ ˖˚ ツ ask richie ~ richie lipschitz's diary (asks / interactions)

#･ ˖˚ ✩ ask ruthie ~ ruth fleming's diary (asks / interactions)

#･ ˖˚ ☾ ask stephie ~ steph lauter's diary (asks / interactions)

#･ ˖˚ ༄ ask maxie ~ max jägerman's diary (asks / interactions)

#･ ˖˚ 𐙚 ask gracie ~ grace chasity's diary (asks / interactions)

#nerdy prudes must RP ~ role play scenes and interactions

#⋆.˚꩜ finn the admin ~ admin replies / interactions

#🎨 hatchetfield high art showcase 🫶🏻 ~ fan art!!

(i CANNOT believe that this is a tag i get to create, but your art means the WORLD to me, especially finnley art !! and I want to always be able to find and cherish them, and share them with the beautiful community on this blog <3333)

(thank you very much to @inklore and @saradika-graphics for the CUTEST dividers, they make me so so happy and make the characters feel that much more real

[mrs-snape5984]

„I hope, I’ll always have you in my mind, so that I know to find you every time.“

„Put your head on my chest, that’s your safe place. We‘ll fall deeper in love every day. From life unto life and for always.“ („Soul Mate“ by Flora Cash)

There’s something in my current life, that came hand in hand with my disease ME/CFS…slowly creeping into my fibres…infecting my mind with sadness. It’s loneliness, that I’m talking about. Overwhelming, crushing, suffocating loneliness.

Before this cruel bitch of a disease put a stopper in my life, as I knew it from before, I haven’t been healthy, either. But neither my severe Colitis Ulcerosa, nor the other few sicknesses and disabilities had achieved to break me the way, ME/CFS broke me!

What’s left, is only a shell of myself…a sad shadow of the woman, I’ve been prior to today. Where did the intelligent, sassy, witty and caring person go to, when she disappeared so insidiously from my personality? On some days, I still get a little glimpse of her, when I’m talking to my beloved friends @vulnus-sanare, @preciousthelmadonna or my bestie Miri, who often just “enjoys” sitting beside me in my dark room…embraced by silence and darkness. These tiny jiffies, when I’m recognising my previous character…my true nature, even though it’s only for a brief time, I’m feeling a little less anxious…a little less worthless.

But sadly, these moments become more rare with each new PEM crash of my disease (PEM = Post-exertional malaise = worsening of symptoms after certain activities). It feels as if I’m fading away from life…I’m fading away from other people’s lives as well as from my own.

Since I can’t leave my dark room - and most of the time even my bed - I’m not capable of joining social gatherings anymore. It’s impossible for me to endure listening to more than one person at once, so even my three kids have to “visit” me one after the other in my chamber. There are days, when I can’t even reply to messages from others, just because screen time is killing me.

All the more, I’m grateful for these few friends, who stay with me, no matter how silent I am, because they make me feel worthier and loved. And yet, I’m afraid of not being able to give them the same amount of support in return…due to the restrictions of my cruel reality, which are confining me.

So, there are many days, which I’m spending in total gloominess and silence with nothing but solitude surrounding me. And even if I’d be capable of sending text or audio messages (since I can’t type them out properly sometimes), I often hold myself back from reaching out to these understanding friends…only because I don’t want to be a burden to them.

I commissioned the lovely artist @hannisimp for this beautiful piece of art. Lin, you gave me exactly, what I needed with this tender artwork of yours. You gave me the feeling of being less alone. Severus accompanies me for 21 years now. He’s the safe haven, the comfort blanket, which I’m clinging to so desperately! My dear, I can’t stress enough, how grateful I am for your fine art. You made the love and the trust between Severus and my - oh, so self-inserted - OC Jules become palpable. There are no words to express my gratitude, so I just stay with these: Thank you for everything, my friend! Thank you for your talent, your kindness and each of your messages. I won’t ever take these things for granted.

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[deck0fcards]

Wuff I finally finished my smile for me mass attack for artfight! I had a lot of fun with this and enjoyed adding everyone's characters to this!

Also just noticed this is my 400th attack ever! Neat!

(I'll post the non-polaroid version separately and the background)

People included in this drawing who have tumblr:

@puppyluver256 - Theodore

@ziggystarart - Sammie Bollamy Thwate

@starlitfrenzy - Camellia

@lordjunior - them

@nothingbutlimbo - Clyde Wintry

@starrlic - Tulip

@creativortexx - June Jenkins and Carmen Redwood

@precisespace - flower kid oc

@kissmel0ser - Addie Hilfe

@noodlec0nsumer - Dell Craig

@cupidotexe Daisy/Bea Dreemer

@a-thing-named-it - Aphie Twoptera

@acrayday - Daria Reas

@little-old-timey Jiffy

@kupadraws - Terry Sirko

@whipped-bean - LuLu

@wholesomecryptidart - Iris

@twinvenus - Chell

@scarecrowbutch - Lilly Habyoubon

@pencil-amateur - Marsha Sylvertongue

@dieharddumbass - Dirt Pott

@rainbowt33f - Cynthia

@felix-mcscoutys-boobs - Soleil

@doodadsincarnate - Marzi Panne

@givegeoffdeadflowers - Nash Geminis Tate Pickerelle and Yolonda Sainaid

@retrovampz - Lev Habit

@mimemirage - Pierre

@cowboysmilk - Barm Fresno

@imthatfilthysinner - flower kid

@starryflowered - Azalea Cerinth

@stupidsunny-d - Celeste Habit and Bloom Lilleaf

@olliesart - Ollie Fluffenstuff

@princesstarshoppe - Flan

@gummysharkzz - Julian Valentino

@finndraws - Cass Walker

@sc1ibbl3zspi1it - Ink

@aiki-art - Rachel Meadows

@moshi-roulette - Mari- O'Nettie

@fern-sword - Deekon Chess

[shions-new-blog-of-stuff]

"The Best Remedy"

“you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.” (touch prompts)

Canon x OC, sickfic, fluff/comfort

PREVIOUSLY ON.

Leon stirred, blinking rapidly. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the star filled sky from the window.

He realized that his head rested against Catherine's chest. She was dozing away, sitting up with her arms draped over him, one hand loosely holding his.

His movements made her shift and begin to wake up.

"(yawn) Leon, how you feeling?" she asked.

"Wait...how'd I get here?"

"(chuckle) You're the one who asked me to stay until you fell asleep. And you did, in my arms. We had dinner beforehand."

Catherine kissed the top of his head. "Honestly it's cute when you did. Usually it's me!"

"We don't need to get up yet, right sweetheart?"

She felt his neck. "You're warm again...hang on..." She loosened her grip to get out of bed. "Be back in a jiffy. Gonna get you some more meds and water."

"...And one of those popsicles?" Leon asked with a slightly goofy grin.

Catherine shook her head, smiling. "Citrus, fruit punch or grape?"

"Fruit punch."

"You got it."

@mishwanders @squashfics @resident-mercie @likesugarandcyanide @the-resident-vampire @notrattus

[bunningchaos]

Hello, can we request OCs with no fandom? and where do we request? do you want in inbox only or can we also DM you?

Oh- oh dear. I forgot to clarify that, my bad! I will update the post about the requests in a jiffy! But yes, I don't mind drawing OCs in general! Although I will probably have to limit those to a few so I'm not entirely flooded with them- I do have a bias towards Undertale AU's and stuff, afterall As for how, kindly just drop off the OC in my Ask's Inbox! With a image of said OC so I can use it as a reference! Preferably don't drop links since I'm not gonna click on links from Anons-

[v4lerysss]

A drawing from last month, I added my warner cousin oc (her name is jiffy)

[gongustheawsome01]

Guys I swear I'll start drawing soon in a second I just have to re-read like 1 millions comic and book series, think of cool ocs, think of cool PIZZA TOWER ocs, think of cool pizza tower IDEAS, and uhh yeah I'll be back in a jiffy I swear.

[kakanno]

jiffy bean for worldbuilding wednesday?

DANCES THANK THANK U

B A S I C S

full name: jiffy kona bean

gender: barista

sexuality: lebian. lesbo

pronouns: she doesnt really care but people usually use she/her. but can go for a little he/him. perhaps they/them. whatever

O T H E R S

family: mr and mrs bean (i havent decided on their first names but think applejack family sort of names), and a little sister named starshine bean :)

birthplace: on a coffee farm that her parents own somewhere south in equestria

job: best barista in all of equestria >:) owner and single employee of the jiffy bean

phobias: getting behind schedule, being late, missing deadlines, not following routine, Lateness,

guilty pleasures: a little bit of tea never hurt anyone... and also sometimes just taking it slow. shes working on herself to try to take more breaks and time to herself for once

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: neutral good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert

organized/disorganized: organized workplace, disorganized house :)

close minded/open-minded: open minded

calm/anxious: anxious (thats why shes jittery!!)

disagreeable/agreeable: depends. as a front she is very agreeable such as when shes working but otherwise she argues and states her opinion a lot

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: reserved. she keeps a lot of her feelings and thoughts to herself most of tthe time

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: unempathetic. my girl just cant stay at the same pace as other people

optimistic/pessimistic: a bit of a pessimist really. shes just... jumpy

traditional/modern: modern!

hard-working/lazy: hard-working.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

I HAVE NOT CREATED ENOUGH MLP OCS TO MAKE RELATIONSHIPS. theyre also talking horses

[cornerofhell]

So a dearest friend of mine suggested I write some requests/fics for my OCs to expand on them so…. Here we are!

Here’s the triplets of Chucky and Tiffany!

CJ (or Charles Lee Ray Jr) (Pansexual)

Bonny Elizabeth Ray (Lesbian)

Kandy Angelica Ray (Pansexual)

For more information on CJ, Bonnie, and Kandy, go here:

https://cornerofhell.tumblr.com/post/691722080248594432/annnd-here-they-are-in-my-au-they-were 

https://cornerofhell.tumblr.com/post/693564063607898112/whats-the-triplets-relationship-like-with-their 

https://cornerofhell.tumblr.com/post/691985044597866496/did-some-doodles-of-my-chiffany-babies 

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PLEASE respect my character’s sexualities. Don’t have a male reader be Bonny’s S/O or something like that

If requests are closed you can still send them, just expect to wait!

I have a life outside of Tumblr surprisingly, so please be patient!

Here’s where examples will be placed!

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CJ

- Y and T from the sfw alphabet for CJ!

Bonny

- Bonny with an S/O who’s reluctant about their own urge to kill

Kandy

- Kandy and S/O reader on a carnival date!

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Here are my boundaries/things I do not write!

Sfw

- Break Ups

- Cheating

- Toxicity in the relationship

- My characters being abusive

That’s all really! Just start sending requests dears! I’ll get to them in a jiffy!

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Outrun

She-Ra fanfic Entrapdak  Characters: Entrapta, Hordak, Imp, Emily, Horde-clone OC.  Rated G - PG, some mentions of death, but nothing too bad.  A sneak-preview from a set of Entrapdak ficlets.  I happen to really like this one, so I thought it would be fun to share early.  Summary: Entrapta and Hordak - SPACE FUGITIVES!  _________________ Outrun Entrapta gazed through the curved window out into starboard space watching the unique hazy light of a fusion-charge. The light spread out, silent in the airless surroundings.  Moments later, the ship rocked violently.  Crashing and banging sounded throughout it and an alarm blared.   “Great shot!”  Entrapta laughed.  “But bad, very, very bad. I think they got the anterior engine on starboard!” Hordak growled from the pilot’s chair. “At this rate, we’ll be sitting ducks!” “I think it’s a quick fix!  I’ll be back in a jiffy!  I’ll jury-rig us for a jump!” “Entrapta! It’s too risky!” “We can’t surrender!  You’ll die!” “At this rate, you’ll die!”   “Don’t get in a tizzy!  We’ll be fine! We always are!  Imp, Emily, take the guns!” Imp flew through the cabin until he plopped his small, devil-tailed behind in a swivel-chair with joystick-controls on the armrests.  He took the sticks with a gleeful, chattering laugh, high-pitched and consisting of what could only be described as “Imp-sounds.”   Emily trundled along behind Entrapta until they both got to the shaking Engine Room.  The spherical robot plugged a node into a console, giving her control of the external weapons at the rear of the ship.  A pair of swiveling guns mounted at the ship’s top was the first to fire laser-bursts, all around, which scattered into space.  Hordak had been attempting to train Imp in the art of proper-aiming, but the young one preferred chaos.  Emily’s rear-gun bursts were far more precise.  She landed a hit on the enemy fighter’s snoot.   Entrapta moved about swiftly, grabbing sparking wires with tendrils of her hair – her hair being well-insulated for just such occasions.  She slammed down her welding-mask and got to work quick welding with one hand while typing hastily-corrected code into a command-console with the other.  Hordak, meanwhile, in the fore of the ship, managed to keep them steady.   “That’ll show ‘em for scuffing Melfina!” Entrapta exclaimed.  “Keep at it, Emily! Almost….Aaaaallllmost…” Another explosion, silent in space, raucous in the artificial air of the repurposed Horde-cruiser, rocked it and almost sent Entrapta toppling.  She steadied herself on her hair.   “Alright, Melfina! Open a channel to Hordak!” she cried. “Opening channel.” “Acknowledged.” “I got a quick-patch!  Punch it, Hordak!”   In an instant, the distant stars became lines of light and the pursuing Eternian-fighter winked out of existence. The swirling motes of light dissipated and space was still.  Entrapta finished repairs on the compromised engine and returned to the cabin.   “No more explosions,” Hordak sighed. “Are you unhurt?” “Yeah.  That was a close one!  Emily earned herself some special oil!”   The robot, following along, bounced on her legs and beeped happily.  Imp flew about, screeching indignation.   “And you earned yourself a cookie, Imp!” The little creature let out a happy squeal.   Hordak read their location. “We are approximately…in the middle of nowhere,” he announced.   “That’s a good thing, right?”  Entrapta assured him.  “It means we’ve lost our pursuers.” “We are also low on supplies.”  Hordak spared a look up at Imp.  “Including cookies.” “We aren’t in uncharted space, are we?” “No, but we are about fifty clicks from Aarboria and I have no desire to have to spring myself from their Citadel again, nor to participate in their ridiculous trial by combat.” The little family had been traveling open space for a long time now.  Hordak had wanted to give Entrapta an enjoyable scientific expedition like she deserved.  Instead, they were fugitives on the run.  Entrapta could surely return to Etheria and plead for clemency.  Her technology had saved the world and she had been officially pardoned of all crimes she had committed during her time in the Horde.   Hordak, on the other hand, had not. Entrapta had witnessed on his behalf and Adora, the She-Ra herself, had vouched for him, but justice had proven complicated.  Etheria, in general, was known as a kind planet, but scores of the common people, already frustrated with preferential treatment given to the world’s powerful, had drawn the line at Hordak.  His role in defeating Horde Prime had been acknowledged, but it had not erased the evils he had done.   It could not bring back the lives lost by his hand and his orders.   Adding to the complexity was Etheria’s newfound contract with other planets.  Apparently, Hordak had not been the first lost clone of Horde Prime that had tried planetary conquest as an independent project on for size, although he had been, by far, the most successful.  Diplomacy with certain worlds – namely, to keep a new war at bay – necessitated that Hordak be dealt with.   Clemency was off the table.   Execution was – and it had been demanded. Hordak was prepared to face a killing sigil drawn up by King Micah willingly.  He had been assured that it would be quick and painless and that his remains would be interred with dignity.  Conditions were to be met; Entrapta’s full pardon, for one, the welfare of Imp, reconciliation for all living members of the Etherian Horde and no harm to come to the other clones on his account.   When Hordak was imprisoned at Bright Moon Castle, the night before he was to be taken in chains to the public square, video feeds rolling across the planet and in broadcast to other worlds, he was much less willing for it to happen.  He’d chastised himself harshly for his fear, but the truth was, the more he’d thought about it, it felt wrong for him to have survived all this time, against impossible odds, only to go meekly to his end.   Hordak’s mind had kept racing, anticipating what he might feel as his body shut down.  He’d had some foretastes of that that were anything but pleasant.  He’d expected to fall into darkness, as if falling asleep – if he was lucky.  If he was less lucky, he could find himself in an Outer Darkness – an endless void with awareness that Horde Prime had threatened. It was a kind of non-afterlife, but unlike the true oblivion provided to faithful clones who would also be remembered forever within the hive mind and by Prime, personally. Some of the mythologies of various cultures on planets that the Horde had encountered included an option for eternal torment for the souls of bad people, or even those that simply did not know their gods.  Hordak doubted he would face that, simply because he didn’t think it made sense.   Hordak did not expect reward or peace. He knew that he was a bad person, one who had done too much.  The best outcome for him, oblivion, was something he found rejecting more and more throughout the night.  Had all of the struggle – his entire life – been for nothing?  And he wherever he was going, Entrapta, Imp and Emily would not be there.  He would be leaving them behind and no amount of telling himself that his passing would ultimately be for their own good could persuade him, in the small hours of the morning, out of the inescapable feeling of; “I don’t want to die!  Please! Please, anything, but I don’t want to die!”  He did not voice it, but it echoed in his brain obnoxiously.  What a time for his survival-instinct to kick in!  But then, in the pre-dawn gloom, the wall of his magic-guarded guest room exploded.  In the moonlight she rode!  His lady-knight holding his shining armor aloft in a whip of hair!  She was mounted upon her noble steed – a very round, three-legged robot with one wonky leg! Entrapta had fitted him quickly in his armor so he could move freely again and grabbed him up in her hair, setting him before her on Emily with a claim that she had no time to explain how she’d gotten to the tower.  The brilliant woman had retrofitted a surviving Galactic Horde cruiser for their use. He would take the pilot’s seat.  While it no longer needed the hive mind to run, it still required a clone bio- signature.   The ship’s new name was Melfina. Around Entrapta, even the most basic machines gained personhood.  That was two years and seven months ago, give or take a week.  Hordak and his odd found family were space-fugitives.  There were many space faring militaries and police-forces that they were constantly outrunning, as well as mercenaries and bounty-hunters.   Entrapta, little Imp and Emily had a possible future, but Hordak was wanted Dead or Alive, with the “Alive” part as a temporary condition if he was captured.  Everyone after them had immunity from prosecution if any of his “aids and enablers” were killed in the process of eliminating him.   “So, we can’t show ourselves anywhere in Aarboria’s system,” Entrapta mused.  “We can’t scavenge for old spacecraft-parts on Krytis…the Eternian-Etherian Alliance has that place under blockade… Our fuel crystals should hold out for a while, but the food will not.  Think, Entrapta, think!  We’ve got the Eternian-Etherian Alliance after us, Termina, Nomans…the Terrans…” Hordak shuddered.  “The Terrans…Never before or since has a planetary culture been so backwards and violent…even Prime feared them – it was one of those ill-kept secrets among the hive mind, like Krytis.” “Aw, they just want their gelatin recipes back!” Entrapta chimed.   “Those were lost when She-Ra sent magical tree-roots through the recipe logs in the Velvet Glove’s galley,” Hordak groused. The hailing-frequency pinged.  Imp immediately flew to his gunning-station, snickering in glee at the opportunity for destruction.  Entrapta held up a com pad.   “Wait, Imp!” she called.   Pulling up on port was a ramshackle spacecraft. It was a tow-freighter connected to a bulky cargo-carrier – in other words, a big-rig truck built for space.  Hordak purred a trill specific to his species, recognizing the decoration on the tow-component – white and green winding dragons.   Entrapta squeaked as she held out the com pad. “Hey, Hordak!  It’s Niner!” “That is 1999,” the message-sender corrected her, but in truth, he did not mind the nickname.  “I just saw you phase out of subspace and you’ve got a wicked burn and shake on one of your rear engines.  Do you need help?” “Reluctantly, yes,” Hordak answered.   The clone on the other end of the communiqué smiled.  “We’ll find a safe place to dock, then.”   The freighter began carefully maneuvering close to Melfina.   Thankfully for them, Hordak and Entrapta had friends.  A great many of the freed clones of Horde Prime had taken to bending or breaking “the rules” to various degrees and Brothers tended to watch out for one another.  Not all – there were several enclaves that tried to “live by the will of Prime,” holding a misguided faith in his return.  Many became lawful citizens and residents of the various worlds they were stuck on. Some planets were not so kind and slaughtered all of the remnants of their once-invaders down to the last clone (thankfully, most of those worlds did not have space-travel capabilities and could not use the Horde’s and therefore could not take their vengeance further). A few clones – though only a few – were enemies of Hordak for various reasons, usually having to do with allyship to Etherian and Eternian forces to show that they were “Good Boys.” This sickened Hordak for how like the Prime-obedience it was, only transferred to other parties.   He had many more friends out here with fellow clones, though – a sea more of Brothers who watched out for Brothers, with him included.  It seemed among the many clones that let him slip whenever they found him and aided him in secret, Hordak could best rely upon the Flock that had found employment as long-haul space-truckers.   HK 1999 – one who had taken his designation-number as a name – was among the most delightfully shady clones working the interstellar highways.  With a mop of moss-green hair that almost matched his acid-green eyes, his wide-brimmed “cowboy” hat, a wink and a smile, he always seemed to have some goods on him that his clients “wouldn’t miss” and an ability to obtain any intergalactic contraband they ever needed.  He found Hordak’s sentence unfair and had taken great risks to help them several times. “Brothers need to stick together!”   “Hmmmph,” Hordak said, standing tall with crossed arms.  “We require a safe place for repairs and some supplies.  I fear we do not have anything to trade this time.” “Nonsense!” Entrapta retorted.  “I just bet he’s itching for an upgrade to his defense systems!” “Always, lil’ sis!” 1999 replied.  “And a family reunion! I wanna give my bro a hug!” “You know that I am not a hugger,” Hordak complained.   “Not you! The kiddo!”   Imp landed on Hordak’s shoulder and chirped.  “If you want,” 1999 offered, “I can escort. Freeside isn’t too far away. Neither is New Hordus.”  Hordak’s ears perked at the mention of a pair of small planets that had become free Horde-clone colonies, safe places from the more violent planets and from the cold of space in general.   “What do you think?” Entrapta asked.  “I think we can use a rest and maybe a little family reunion.” “You do remember the last time we stopped on New Hordus, don’t you?” “Oh, come on! The Capitol Spire wasn’t that badly damaged in the experiment and there was zero loss of life!  Or limb!  It only exploded a little!” “It only exploded a little…” Hordak rumbled, trailing off. “It only exploded a little!” Imp repeated in Entrapta’s voice. “Should I take that as a yes?” 1999 inquired.  Hordak nodded.  “Affirmative.” 

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Gravita Anima (part 17)

Nightcrawler/Fem!OC/Quicksilver Long-form romance and drama fic. All chapters have been posted on Ao3.

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The alcohol in her body meant Elle felt the chill of the air around her keenly. Pietro’s arm felt warm around her. It felt good. Elle pressed herself closer to him. “Ready.”

Pietro took it as a good sign that she should curl into him like that. Feeling his confidence boosted, he nodded. “Be there in a jiffy.” And then he ran with her. Within seconds, far fewer than a handful, they stopped. They were no longer on the edge of the city or on the edge of downtown. They were off in a discreet location, one that had trees, no streets, and far less light, if the moonlight didn’t count. “Home sweet home.” He said with a hint of humor, looking up. It was a building nearly in the middle of nowhere, covered with vegetation to offer some hiding. He walked up to the door and glanced up at a camera. The door clicked -- it was unlocked.

“Ain’t much to see at night,” he cautioned, partly true and partly not, as he wanted to get to what they had been building towards all night. To hell with the X-men, to hell with his plan -- although he did do a good job in getting her over here. He wanted to focus on his own selfish desires with Elle. “Can I get you anything?” He closed the door behind her once Elle entered, the sound of at least a few locks locking distinct in the otherwise silent area.

Once they stopped Elle looked around curiously. She had a thought that this was the type of location that a man might take a woman to murder her but she had to shake her head. No, she had not sensed that intent from him. “I don’t think I have ever been this far out of the city,” she commented before she entered the building.

Elle stiffened as she heard the locks behind her. She had to reassure herself that everything would be alright. Pietro hadn’t changed his behavior and the emotions rolling off him were still the same. “If you could point me towards the restroom? I want to freshen up,” she asked him with a secretive smile. 

That smile made Pietro’s heart and stomach do a flip -- it also brought warmth traveling down to his groin. He smiled wide. “Of course, this way.” He made sure to guide her, knowing the place was a bit more...spacious than a typical house. “Here you are.” He nodded towards a half-open door. “My bedroom is just down the hall, the last one to the right.” He had to make sure it was as spotless as he needed it to be before she finished freshening up -- easy enough, he thought. Maybe he’d even light some candles if he could steal those fancy ones from Emma. She shouldn’t be back yet either. 

A rush of desire coursed through her as Pietro guided her towards the bathroom. His hand was hot on her skin and she knew there was little turning back now. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” she told him, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Now that she was alone Elle leaned against the door and breathed out slowly. This was a confusing night and she had gotten wrapped up in something that was far too big for her. She relieved herself and afterward did feel a bit soberer. Alright. Her time alone was limited but what could she do to help keep herself safe and gain information?

Elle took out her phone and snapped a picture of herself. The image didn’t really matter but the geolocation of the photo did - a tip she had long known about while protesting is to be careful of photos taken with cellular devices because they have hidden information that can be tracked. Tonight this would be to her advantage. She sent the picture to Lucy with a message outside city am alrightnstill everythin ok? Might no respond. Not chance metin need to knw y

She was still drunk but hopefully, the message would be understandable. With that, she tucked her phone away and examined the bathroom. It was well furnished and clean with items for several people - masculine and feminine by the looks of it. After washing her hands she drank some water and popped a bit of mint gum into her mouth to get rid of the taste of alcohol. Preemptively, she took two Advil for her hangover in the morning. She put on a bit of lip gloss and took her thick brown hair out of its ponytail to hang down around her shoulders. After a spritz of vanilla-scented water from her bag, Elle left the bathroom.

Following Pietro’s instructions, she headed down the hall and opened the last one on the right. The light in the room was dim and Elle saw that there were strategically placed candles around the suspiciously clean room. She supposed with his speed he could get any place in shape quickly. The scent of rosewood and patchouli drifted from the candles giving the room a relaxing but spicy scent.

“You didn’t strike me as a candles type guy,” she commented, approaching Pietro with a languid gait her body already heating up with the anticipation of the pleasure to come.

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Next chapter will be sexy times. You should be able to skip if that isn't your jam and just consider this a fade to black. ;)

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Me, designing some OCs for a project in a doll maker and saving the images to use as bases later for designing when I have my laptop back: This is nice and easy to get some basic elements for designs out in a jiffy and explore concepts for characters pretty fast, nice.

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Also Me: Why am I allergic to giving my characters lighter colored hair?