#oc posting always i fear

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Ty coffee dear for posting the template ><

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3 of these being Elara... I don't wanna talk about it

[fluffydeoxys]

OC stuff is dangerous wdym you just think about that guy and you feel things. You made that thing and it’s come such a long way like they’ve grown and fleshed out and you’re proud of them. And there’s an indescribable feeling of pride and tenderness and passion and fondness. That ☝️thingie is My Thing and I love them

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Hima and Wari (kitsune twins) and their very shy tanuki friend and coworker.

[imogenkol]

— MUSIC/WIP DAY

Currently feral over this cover for Imogen x Bix

Darling, we both know

That the nights are mainly made for

Saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe l'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

and for the WIP I’ve been plotting out more of a s2 arc I’ve had planned for Imogen when Luthen decides it’s time to take her off the chess board because she’s too unpredictable. Bix takes it upon herself with Cassian’s help to find Imogen and make sure she survived.

Frantically, Bix burst through the medcenter with Cassian on her heels and headed straight for the first desk she saw. A blue-skinned Pantoran nurse looked up and opened his mouth to greet their arrival, but the mechanic cut him off.

“I’m looking for a human woman who was involved in a possible crash, she would have been admitted two or three days ago.”

He sat straighter and his golden eyes studied them both suspiciously. “And are you immediate family?”

“Can you just tell me if she’s here or not?” Bix pressed impatiently. “Pale skin, brown hair, early thirties–”

“We can only disclose information on our patients to immediate family, miss.”

“She’s my wife, is that good enough for you?”

Bix practically felt the air beside her shift where Cassian stood. The ease with which she declared Imogen to be her wife would have surprised her as well if she had the time to consider the words that came out of her mouth, but she was desperate at that point. Bix would have said anything just to know if Imogen were alive. At the back of her mind, though, she realized she didn’t exactly hate the way it sounded.

“Very well,” the nurse said and raised his datapad. “And this man here? Is he family?”

“He’s my brother,” Bix answered curtly.

The tension only increased as Cassian turned away, no doubt to hide his appalled expression and stifle a scoff. The uncomfortable silence dragged on as the Pantoran leisurely tapped away on his datapad, having less than a fraction of the urgency bursting through Bix’s chest. 

“It seems we do have an unidentified human woman under our care that fits your description. If you would kindly follow me, I will take you to her,” the nurse said.

His emphasis on kindly forced Bix to keep her more unruly emotions in check with the staff from there on. She feared they may turn her away before she could even set eyes on Imogen if her impatience pushed them too far.

As they travelled through the sterile hallways, bypassing nurses and doctors and patients of all species, Cassian sidled up beside her and leaned in to whisper “Brother?” as if the word were the most offensive thing she could ever possibly call him.

Under different circumstances, Bix would have found it amusing how much that bothered him. 

“Only immediate family,” she replied under her breath. What was she supposed to say? She doubted that ex-boyfriend she could never seem to shake would make the cut. And Cassian certainly would never pass as Imogen’s brother, either. “You’re welcome to wait outside.”  

He begrudgingly continued on without further protest. 

They were led to a secluded room where a medical droid busied itself with maintaining the various apparatuses keeping Imogen alive. The scene shocked Bix down to her core. 

Imogen was black and blue and bandages covered the more grizzly injuries, but she saw the surface level cuts that marred her exposed skin from shrapnel. A few areas were burned, but luckily nowhere near the charred flesh Bix feared she would see. Once they confirmed the identity of his patient, Bix heard the nurse inform her that Imogen had just returned from a bacta treatment the previous night and directed the medical droid to fill them in on the rest of the diagnosis so that he could return to his post.

Each notable injury that the medical droid listed with its monotone, robotic voice caused nausea to twist in Bix’s gut and creep up her throat. Broken leg, ribs and vertebrae. Collapsed lung. Substantial blood loss. Head trauma. And an induced coma that they could not definitively say she would wake up from despite the promising response her body had to treatment.

Bix gripped the edge of the bed that Imogen lay in to steady herself as she stared at her lover’s bruised face and the tube feeding oxygen directly into her damaged lungs. Bix had never seen the bounty hunter look anything less than pristine. Imogen would hate to be perceived the way she is now, Bix knew. But she couldn’t look away – couldn’t stop the sickness from reaching her thoughts and whispering that the woman she loved may never wake up.

After the droid rolled out of the room, silence fell on them. 

“This is his doing, you know,” Bix said with barely contained venom. Not that she ever fully trusted Luthen or was shocked, but rage replaced the desperation in her veins.

“What do you want me to say?” Cassian asked impatiently. He knew who was responsible, too. There were no doubts, it had Luthen written all over it. “That I can’t believe he would do something like this? That she doesn’t deserve it?” 

Bix shut her eyes tightly until she was able to swallow the lump in her throat. “I can’t lose her.” 

“Have you considered you might be better off?”

For a moment, her rage became directed at Cassian. She wanted to turn around and strike him right across the face as hard as she could for suggesting such a thing — for his lack of empathy in what Imogen meant to her. 

“I’m not stupid,” she snapped. “I know what she is, Cass.”

“I never thought you didn’t. I just don’t understand it.”

“And I don’t know how else to explain it to you. I can barely justify it to myself. She just…” Bix trailed off, still staring at the injured unconscious woman before them with an unbearable ache in her chest. “She sees me.”

“I see you.”

“No, you don’t,” Bix said bitterly. Then she took a deep breath and shook her head. The last thing she needed was to get into a screaming match with Cassian over this. Her energy was limited and Imogen would be more vulnerable than ever. Bix needed to keep her senses sharp and focused. And perhaps Cassian didn’t deserve the full brunt of her ire. Not for what happened to Imogen, at least. “There was a time I really thought you did. Well, I wanted to believe you did.” 

“How can you say that?” He moved in closer to her and she flinched away, causing his steps to falter. “The moment I arrived on Ferrix, I saw you. I saw only you.”

“You noticed me,” Bix corrected with a forced calm. “But you didn’t see me, not really. Not like she does. I had no clue just how alone I was until she came along.” 

“That’s ridiculous.” 

“Is it?”

Bix finally turned to face him. All of her anger seemed to fade when she saw the hurt confusion on his face. For all of his faults, Cassian truly did not understand, and she couldn’t fully blame him for that. She couldn’t forgive him, either. She didn’t want to. But it was too exhausting to keep blaming him for something beyond his comprehension. Especially when her efforts were better spent on what mattered most to her now.

“You’ve always been liquid, Cassian. Just when I thought that maybe I had you — really had you, you’d wash away again. I’m not saying that to make you feel bad, you’ve always had your own crusade and that’s fine. But Imogen is…” as if pulled by an unseen perpetual cord, Bix found her gaze drawn towards her lover again, “solid ground, as crazy as that sounds. With her, I feel steady for the first time in my life. Without her, it’s like I’m free-falling.” 

Cassian threw a thoughtful look over at the broken bounty hunter on the medical bed as well. After a long moment, he finally pursed his lips with a resigned nod. “I hope you don’t land too hard, then,” he said quietly.

“Don’t tell Luthen. I’m sure if he doesn’t already know she’s alive, he will soon, but he doesn’t need help finding out.”

“I can’t promise anything,” Cassian said, stepping away.

“You know,” Bix said as he brushed past her, “if your roles were reversed, she’d protect you.” 

That stopped him short and he spun on his heel just enough to fix her with possibly the most exasperated expression he ever had, which was saying something. 

Bix rolled her eyes — nearly feeling the urge to scoff at the admitted absurdity of her statement — but set her hands on her hips and conceded. “I’d have to ask very, very nicely. But she’d do it.” 

“Are you going to ask me very nicely?” Cassian said with a slight influx in his tone and a knowing smirk. His dark eyes twinkled with that look he used to give her when they were teenagers and he needed to convince her to get into some trouble. 

Fortunately for Bix, she had built up an immunity to that look. “I’m gonna ask you,” she answered flatly. 

He lingered by the door, shifting hesitantly on either foot. Then he nodded. “He won’t hear anything about this from me.”

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[tazova]

Dukes, we have a problem

July 5 vs Feb 3

Just found out, that I made similar pose (ಠ_ಠ)

I runnin out of ideas tbh, feels like I don't have much to say and always repetitive (' - -)

[galactaknightyaoi]

making a fankid but shaking my head the entire time so people know i'm against the societal belief that everyone's goal and only purpose in life should be to have kids and form a family

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[sarcasticratsims]

Thanks to @sugarcream-sims for these questions :)

Sam's parents are supportive of him. His family moved to Tomarang specifically for his father’s work, so Sam didn’t see him much. Sam doesn’t blame his dad for this though, since it allowed for their family to live comfortably. If asked, he would describe his relationship with his parents as "alright".

Sam and Roy both slacked off during school, especially if they ended up in the same class. The difference between the two is that if Sam had bad grades at the end of the semester he’d pull through and focus for the last few weeks…whereas Roy would just accept his grades as they were.

at that point Sam would usually separate himself so he could actually do his work

The closest thing they’ve had to fighting over a girl would be in their late teens when they both “dated” the same “girl” online for about a month. (They both got catfished by the same guy.)

They had a pretty big fight in what would have been their junior year of high school where they didn’t talk for a few months, but eventually Roy decided that being friends with Sam again was worth more than keeping a grudge. Sam felt the same way.

[laugtherhyena]

If Levi is alive, would Ingrid help him learns to play the piano whether he stop by travelling from escaping the horrors??

Unfortunately Levi and every other termina contestant except for Daan and Karin are dead in the Au/scenario Ingrid comes from, they were the sole survivors of termina and stuck around each other afterwards. You can read about that mess here in care you haven't seen the work this fankid originated from.

But to answer your question, honestly? If the two of them meet i think they'd get along pretty well, they're both a little awkward and coming from messy homes maybe they could vent to one another and stuff. Ingrid would be super excited to teach him how to play because she loves the piano a lot, tho refrains from going on long rambles about the instrument out of thinking people would just get bored ("Oh.. Silly me, you're here to listen to the music, not my voice..")

So if Levi asked her to teach him more about it there is no universe in which she'd say no, haha

[wardencommander-surana]

chewing on Anders essentially becoming a dreamer after Van gets rid of Justice/Vengeance bc i love the thought of him finally becoming comfortable going to the Fade again and using that time to look for Van :')

[hana-bobo-finch]

jørgan clan my beloved. you guys are so messed up

[hsslilly-blog]

sebastian failing a class because he's terrified of hunt is a good bit and this time it's not even that man's fault

[faggotmox]

kurtz/wilard 🤝 mox/yuta

[skitskatdacat63]

woahhh catie!!!! i love your ocs! esp your blorbo the red/white one what's their name? what's their backstory?? they seem very mischievous very punk rock i love it!

Anon tysm!!!! And ty for the ask, I drew some more of her for you :D

Her name is Eclipse! She was disowned from a prominent family(in my AU) and thus became a freelance assasssin. Most importantly though, she is in a friends-enemies-lovers codependent relationship with my other oc, Noir:

Eclipse is very mischievous! She is very prickly and defensive but once you get to know her, she is truly just a menace to society and a total gremlin. She just finds it hard to interact with most people. Even if her and Noir have a very tumultous, at times toxic, relationship, Noir is the only who sees her and treats her for who she truly is. They are this post: (x)

[loderlied]

i need you all to know that the main reason (besides a general hunger for attention) niles even accepts aldori’s call is because he got caught stealing his student’s work and passing it off as his own and his reputation as a teacher was obviously ruined. lmao

[recallback-art]

Day 22: "Comfort"! Once again, this was a prompt I got from a friend for friend week, since I can't do collabs or trades.

Ai loves absolutely nothing more than getting to dig and roll around in the snow, the comfiest naps are always under a big pile of it.