#oc talk: karra

[popotobun]

Outside of Satoto and Ran, my XIV character names are re-used from the first OCs I really ever had. Kell isn't actually my oldest, even though he's my main, he's the youngest of my re-used ones!

Kell:

His name comes from a book character (Kelsier, from Mistborn) whose nickname was Kell and I loved it. It doesn't especially mean anything to me, but it is a favorite book series/character. His original incarnation was a timid young artist who was surviving an apocalypse scenario (essentially... it's complicated XD feel free to ask) I love both versions of him lots!

The name was lore compliant when he was a Lalafell and even though I fanta'd/retconned that and made him Viera it still works! He was born outside of a Viera tribe, so he just... got a name. (His dad still said it was fine if he ever wanted to change it, but he doesn't.)

Quinn:

Quinn's name originally came from Sliders, where I fell in love with it. The name is tied with Tobias for "would 100% name a child this if I wanted to have one". The origin isn't special, but for the name just immediately clicked as a "Love this, want it forever" thing. She was a character I'd made for a friends world that I tried to develop and then became my main in the same world that Kell was written for (he was my second there).

Her name is technically not lore compliant, BUT there's a reason. With a Hellsguard father and a Sea Wolf mother, they compromised on the name - Hellsguard in structure, but with the old tongue as the Sea Wolves use. As a baby, she was called Gryne for the color of her hair and earned her full name due to her tendency to climb into tall trees - Cwaen Tyrn (Pine Tower). [Okay, I found something that would be close enough to excuse calling her Quinn....]

When she was brought to Gridania after her parents died, she didn't know how to spell the name and the way the others said it sounded close enough... so she ended up becoming Quinn instead.

Satoto:

Satoto is fully original to XIV and actually was named through the name generator. Though her name is lore compliant and doesn't really have any ties to anything, I still love how it sounds and I wasn't going to skip on her just because her names so simple XD <3 <3

Karra:

Karra is another OC in the same vein as Quinn! She started in a friends story and warped into the post-apoc story, becoming someone totally different there. I actually don't have a clue where her name came from.... It was one that just came to me when trying to name the character. She's became my favorite grump of a character, very tell it as it is and take no shit.

As a Viera, from the First no less, her name isn't super compliant to Forest names.... she hadn't left the forest until a strange occurrence in ShB pulled her to the Source. It's possible Karra isn't her forest name at all and its the name she adopted when she was finally asked for one. I know her and her general story/personality before she ended up on the Source, but I haven't gone into much with the aftermath yet so I'm fuzzy there~

Sarangerel:

So lore compliant it could have been from the character creation name generator, but I actually researched for this one. Ran is named after moon light for the striking dual horn colors she started with as a child - all xaela scaled, but with an additional set of non-standard horns in raen colors. So dark with light - moon light. Cirina helped Kell pick the name~

She's the newest character idea I had, though originally she existed just as a child (made for a writing prompt).... She's morphed into a whole Thing. She's from the Bad Future that G'Raha left behind. How's she here? No clue, but she is!

WoL QotD: What made you choose your WoL's name? Does it have any important meaning or did it just sound nice?

Follow up: Is it lore accurate? If it isn't, why not?

[marvelgurl789fanfics]

Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Child OC

(Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Rogue)

~Home (Part 3 to Safe)~

Papa (Part 2)

Warning: slightly suggestive moment (Gambit x Rogue)

(Not the best at grammar or punctuation)

Summary: Fiona officially meets everyone and settles into her new home with her papa.

Masterlist

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Gambit woke up in the chair in the med bay, wearing his casual clothes ripped jeans, pink crop top one of his favorites. Glancing at the clock it read 6:30 am. ‘Finally mon petit getting out of here today, Gambit doesn’t think his back can take this chair much longer’ Gambit thought to himself standing up and popping his back. Looking at the child who started to stir awake as well, sitting up rubbing her golden eyes of sleep. “Good morning Mon petit” Gambit greeted the child kissing her head, “Papa!” Fiona cheered noticing Gambit presents for the first time this morning.

“Oui père here, Beast gave you the ok to leave here. Wanna go get breakfast?” Gambit smiled at Fiona who eagerly nodded. Helping the girl off the cot and down to her feet, Fiona now put her weigh on both legs equally. The bruises still noticeable but faded, another week they’d be gone he’d guess. Standing just above his knee in height , she was wearing light blue scrubs a bit too big for her. Her hair brushed and braided reaching her shoulders thanks to Jubilee. ‘Need to get Mon petit clothes’ he thought to himself smiling at the girl’s happy energy. “Up” Fiona said reaching for him Gambit just chuckled at the child, and pick her up resting her on the side of his hip.

Leaving the x men’s lab and into the more comfortable mansion, Fiona was looking around as he walked, amazement on her face as she took everything in. Approaching the kitchen they heard the usual morning cooking and talking. Entering the kitchen Gambit noticed it was Scott and Jean’s turn to cook breakfast, “Good morning Remy, and look who’s joining us today” Jean greeted them both. Fiona chose to hide her face and snuggle closer to Gambit, “it ok, Mon petit. She just being shy” Gambit lightly laughed rubbing his hand down the child’s back in a comforting manner. Fiona started to wiggle in his arms wanting down, and he set her to her feet.

Fiona started to walk around the kitchen island and into the open space with the table looking at the people in the area with curiosity. “Want père to introduce you to everyone?” He asked the child earning a nod. Leading the child back to the cooking area “these two be Jean and Cyclopes” Gambit said to Fiona with her holding onto his pant leg with a small hand. “Hello honey it’s very nice to meet you” Jean said kneeling to the girl’s height with a warm smile, Scott gave a kind hello of his own while tending to the stove top. Fiona just gave a small wave with her free hand, careful with the child who now attached herself to his leg Gambit walked back to the open area.

“You know monsieur Beast” Gambit said approaching the big blue man, Beast lifted his gaze from his book and look to Gambit and Quickly noticed Fiona at his feet. “Good morning Fiona, I am very glad to see you up and about” Beast smiled to the child, Fiona gave a smile back used to the doctor’s presence. “Gambit sure you met Wolverine and Morph” Gambit said leading her to the two leaning against the kitchen island drinking coffee. Fiona immediately glared daggers at Morph “meanie” she said firmly stating it as fact, earning a laugh from Wolverine. “Wow she’s really not letting the whole pretending to be you thing go” Morph said slightly chuckling. “That ain’t nice Mon petit” Gambit corrected her trying to keep from laughing himself. Fiona’s eyes almost grew wide with shock at Gambit’s disapproval even if he was smiling, “sorry” Fiona mumbled moving closer to Gambit hiding her face against his leg she still had a grip on.

“It’s fine kid, I’m sorry I tricked you.” Morph said in hope she’d let go of her grudge as amusing as it was, Fiona just nodded lifting her face to look at them. “Hey kid” Wolverine greeted not the best with children especially small children. Leading Fiona to the table and setting her on a chair next to Rogue and sitting himself next to her. “Last but not least Mon petit, these two belles femmes are Storm and Rogue” Gambit introduced Fiona to the two women drinking tea. “Hello child, I see your feeling better” Storm smiled to the small girl, earning a nod and a smile from Fiona. “Oh sugar you are just the cutest little thing” Rogue said happily, Fiona reached for Rogue’s gloved hand. Rogue let Fiona hold her hand, seeing the girl’s smile. “Seems Mon petit likes you to Cher. Watch her a moment, so Remy can get coffee?” Gambit asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rogue gave a nod of agreement, the moment Gambit started to stand Fiona forgot all about Rogue and reached for him. “Mon petit père not going far just getting coffee, you want some juice?” Gambit reassured standing and kissing the girls head. “Apple?” Fiona asked after Remy pulled away, “bien sûr” Gambit nodded and walked to get the drinks. “It’s ok hon he’ll be right back, you really like Remy don’t you?” Rogue asked knowing the answer but wanted to distract Fiona from watching Gambit’s every move. “Papa” Fiona nodded turning her attention to Rogue. “Yeah your papa’s a good man” Rogue chuckled petting the girl’s hair, Fiona just hummed happy from the head pats.

Gambit made his way back to the table with coffee he desperately needed and a glass of apple juice for Fiona. Stepping behind Rogue and Fiona’s chairs setting the glass of apple juice on the table within Fiona’s reach, leaning over to place a kiss to Rogue’s covered shoulder mumbling his love for only her to hear before headed back to his chair. “Breakfast’s done” Jean announced bring the food to the table with the help of Scott, Logan, and Morph. Everyone started to fill their empty plates, Gambit helped Fiona with hers. Fiona looked at the plate in front of her, she recognized the scrambled eggs and mini sausage links but was confused with the flat golden bread disk on her plate. Noticing her staring at her plate “something wrong Mon petit?” Gambit asked with slight concern.

“What that?” Fiona pointed to the gold bread disk. “It’s a pancake Mon petit, you never had one before?” Gambit asked then mentally scolding himself ‘of course she never did, she was in that lab her whole life’. “I promise you will like it sugar, just needs a little syrup. Try it hon.” Rogue cut in noticing Gambit inner term oil and poured a good amount of maple syrup on Fiona’s pancake for her. Fiona took her fork almost too big for her hand and ripped a piece off with the help of Gambit cutting the pancake up for the girl. Fiona’s eyes sparkled as she ate the first piece and hurried to eat a second piece earning a few chuckles from the adults at the table. “Told you” Rogue smiled at the girl eating happily.

“Where’s the Professor and Jubilee this morning?” Gambit asked the rest of the x men finally digging into his own food. “Xavier had to leave for a conference he’s attending this afternoon” Beast informed, “Jubilee left early this morning saying there was something important the professor tasked her with” Jean shared her knowledge. The rest of breakfast was filled with friendly chatting, Gambit eyes kept looking to the side to see his two girls he liked that thought. Fiona stole a sausage link from Gambit’s plate causing him to tickle her for her ‘crime’, making the girl laugh and try to wiggle away.

After breakfast Gambit took Fiona outside with Rogue to play since it was a nice summer day, Rogue sat on a bench under a tree watching her man child chase Fiona around pretending to be Godzilla she’d guess with the way he was moving. Fiona laughed running away until Gambit decided to actually catch her. Lifting Fiona up tickling her pretending to eat her with nom nom nom noises. “Save me” Fiona laughed looking over to Rogue, ‘guess I get a role in this game’ Rogue thought amused by her man’s goofy nature. “No one can save Princess Fiona, from le monstre” Gambit said in a horrible monster voice earning more giggle from the girl. “Let her go you mean monster” Rogue all but laughed playing along pulling out an imaginary sword and fighting Gambit. Gambit set Fiona to her feet and proceeded to fall back in the grass and pretend to die “le monstre been defeated” Gambit said from the ground in his monster voice.

Fiona processed to pretty much belly flop on Gambit’s chest earning an oof from him. “After saving the fair princess this is the thanks I get” Rogue teased Fiona. Fiona reached for her hand trying to pull her down too, Rogue laughed and gave in sitting on the grass too. Fiona crawled half way in her lap and laying her head on her thigh leaving most of her little body laying acrossed Gambit’s chest, then closing her eyes and falling right asleep. “Looks like you wore her out sugar” Rogue said quietly to not wake the child, reaching to run her gloved hand through Gambit’s hair earning a hum of approval from him. “Keep this up Gambit might fall asleep too” he hummed his eyes closing smile clear on his face.

After a half hour of watching over the napping two, Rogue seen Jubilee all but run up to their group excitement clear. “I see you guys are enjoying an afternoon nap in the sun” Jubilee laughed quietly. “You should have seen them running around earlier, especially Remy’s monster impression” Rogue laughed back, waking Gambit up. “Gambit did a great monstre impression” Gambit said through a yawn sitting up gently without waking Fiona he moved her to his lap allowing Rogue to stretch her legs out from their crossed position. “How’d that important task from the professor go sugar?” Rogue asked making the grin on Jubilee’s face widen. “I’m pretty sure I nailed it, come on” Jubilee said jumping up waving them to follow her.

As they stood from the ground, Fiona woke up being held in Gambit’s arm with a sleepy look like what year is it. “Papa?” Fiona questioned rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands. “Look who’s here?” Gambit said placing a kiss to her hair line then gestured with a head tilt in Jubilee’s direction. Fiona looked over and gave a wave to Jubilee still waking up, “Hey Fiona I got a surprise for you that me and the professor been working on” Jubilee said Fiona eyes lighting up at the word surprise all tiredness gone. Jubilee lead the three inside and upstairs to the bedrooms specifically the room across from Gambit’s room, opening the door with a tada Jubilee gesture them to enter.

The room had a twin bed pushed to the far wall with pink sheets with a purple comforter with a light pink canopy draping around the bed, a few stuffed animals lined the top of the bed by the pillows an orange cat, next a purple bunny, and finally a white dog. Next to it was a wooden side table with a rotating fish tank lamp with a comfortable looking purple plush chair near by. The right wall had a dresser and wardrobe with shopping bags in front of them filled with clothes to be put away. The left side had a bookcase with some children’s books like Alice in wonder land, the very hungry caterpillar, and a few dr.seuss books. A doll house all set up with two Barbies sitting at their tiny table Jubilee most likely set them there. The room was finished off with shear pink curtains covering the window by the bookcase and a light blue rug covering the open space in the middle of the room.

“Do you like your new room?” Jubilee asked Fiona containing her excitement not to scare her, Fiona wiggled from Gambit’s arms her eye sparkled. “Room?” Fiona asked looking at all the fun stuff in the room. “Yep this room is all your, and the best part is Gambit’s … I mean your papa’s room is right across the hall” Jubilee shared happily but her smiled broke when she heard a sniffle noticing Fiona crying. Gambit got to his knees and pulled Fiona in a hug allowing her to cry. “Did I do something wrong and scared her?” Jubilee asked concern filled her entire body. “Gambit don’t think these tears from sadness” Gambit reassured Jubilee still hugging Fiona. “It’s a lot for her to take in sugar she never had any of this before” Rogue said placing a comforting hand on Jubilee’s shoulder.

After a few minutes Fiona calmed down, and began look around her new room happily and hugging Jubilee’s legs. Jubilee decided to be Fiona’s older sister from that moment on, and had to show Fiona what she missed before Gambit found her. After Jubilee and Rogue helped Fiona put on a short sleeved pink t-shirt dress that Fiona loved instantly, Jubilee dragged Fiona to the Rec room and turning on classic Disney princess movies that she claimed every little girl has to watch. Gambit sat on the couch with Rogue while Fiona and Jubilee chosen to sit on the floor in front of them. The rest of the day was filled with movies with the two girl on the floor singing along to the songs Gambit sometimes joining in when he wasn’t placing sweet innocent kisses on Rogue shoulder. Gambit decided to order pizza for the four of them for dinner, and as expected Fiona immediately loved this new food.

As it got later in the evening Gambit took Fiona to her room seeing as how the girl was struggling to stay wake. Helping her into light green pajamas with cute frogs on it, and tucking her into her new bed. After reassuring Fiona she was safe and he was just across the hall, Gambit turned on the fish lamp and turned off the main light. Before he left Fiona was already fast asleep, sneaking out leaving her door open just a crack and made his way to his room. Not caring it was only 8:30 Gambit changed into sweat pants and collapsed on his bed, how he missed the comfort of his bed. The sound of his door opening got his attention and lifted his head enough to look at his uninvited guest. Rogue slipped inside his room closing and locking his door behind her a smirk on her lips pulling out the power dampener from behind her back, “Thought you could use some help relaxing, papa” Rogue teased.

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My ADHD has me in a writing mood, any suggestions/ideas of what people would want to see in this series are welcome.

Thank you all for the support!

I don’t know French, all French is from google translate:

Mon petit (my little one)

Oui (yes)

Père (dad/father)

Monsieur (mister)

Belles femmes (lovely women)

Cher (dear)

Bien sûr (of course)

Le monstre (the monster)

Part 4:

[crossdressingdeath]

hi!! i have a very random question but i've been thinking about minaeve a lot, and the idea of a dalish elf being forced to grow up in a mage circle has solidly planted itself in my brain. so the random question of the day is; how would alaris fare in this scenario? assuming he was young or non-threatening enough when the templars captured him. i imagine he'd be dead if they ever got his hands on him while he was in kirkwall and already competent with blood magic (second question, if you feel up to it!! i don't remember if you've ever talked about it, but how and when did he start practicing blood magic?)

Anon it's kind of hilarious that you're asking this because I've actually reworked Alaris's backstory a bit so... he actually did spend a few years in a Circle. The Gallows, specifically. Because I love torturing my OCs. His new backstory has him captured after his mother's death and brought to the Gallows, which was... the Gallows. And then eventually he ran into Karras and that went how things tend to with Karras (see previous note re torturing OCs). And... remember that line from one of the Starkhaven mages? "Ser Karras says if I tell anyone he's been in my chambers he'll make me Tranquil"? Well, Alaris told then newly arrived Knight-Captain Cullen Rutherford, thinking maybe some new blood would listen and maybe Meredith would listen to her new second-in-command where she definitely wouldn't listen to a mage. This was a mistake, because freshly post-Kinloch Cullen absolutely assumed he was trying to fuck up a Templar's reputation for some nefarious probably-demon-related reason because Templars Good Mages Bad. One thing led to another, Karras made good on his threats, and Alaris (age fifteen, by the way, because the Gallows is a cesspool) ended up Tranquil. Fast-forward about a year and he had a run-in with a spirit/demon (possibly one who'd snuck through a tear in the Veil or escaped the Harrowing, I'm still figuring out the details) who ended up possessing him and breaking Tranquility. With the help of the other Gallows Tranquil he managed to escape and ended up in Anders's clinic. So... yeah that's how he fared in the Circle. And also probably how he learned blood magic; his brain friend taught him a few tricks.

[jackassrabbit]

Art commission from @mechon of my OC, Emily.

He’s only opened commissions recently but I love his artsyle.

[leastinsanesscpilot]

I suppose talking about it couldn't hurt, although I am... also not very good at emotions. I'm not very well meant to have them, am I?

The program I was created for wasn't keen on letting us pilots stay out of cryo sleep for any longer than we needed to, so I do not have too many memories of downtime prior to waking up in Union's custody. They'd pull us out of cryo, shove us in the cockpit, flood our bloodstreams with as many combat stims as possible, and insert us into an active war zone. Most of the time we were extracted within hours of our deployment (I remember one time that this wasn't the case, but it is a... heavy story). Whenever we were deployed, we would have two people in our heads. One was an APMS, the other was a handler. The APMS was there to keep you on track, fighting, moving. The handler was there to keep your drugged up, adrenaline-fueled mind from spiraling in on itself and getting you terminated by the APMS. The APMS was there to keep us fighting, the handler was there to keep us wanting to fight. Karra would talk me through, calm as could be as he watched the feeds from my cockpit. He'd praise my aim, maybe even cheer for a particularly bloody kill. He talked to me, not at me or about me as if I wasn't there, he remembered my designation and called me by my name. Your handler makes you feel like you matter, like you're not the disposable copy of a copy of a copy that you are. Then, after you're extracted, you aren't put directly back into cryo. A pilot removed from their cockpit is a terrified, twitchy thing, a fish out of water, and if we go down fighting we'll wake back up swinging the next time they need us. We got a bit of time with our handlers in person then, getting hosed down so the immersion fluid from our cockpits wouldn't dry stiff and powdery in our hair and getting tapered off the stims just enough to function in a fragile meat body. Karra was... well, he was a tactile man, and I did not know any kind of touch that was not grasping and cruel. They knew to handle us slow and gentle, that we wouldn't go easy to the cryo pods unless we trusted them when they promised to be here when we woke back up. Karra always kept that promise to me, he was always there when I came back trembling and paranoid from another massacre to make me feel even just a little bit alive and separate from my chassis. And then one day he wasn't. And those first few weeks with Union were horrific. It's just too quiet when I pilot now, I think. I know I need this, I know how I get when I do not have this but, well, nothing feels quite right for me anymore. It's not like there's anything to be done about it but forget.

decided to crack open my skull and pour the contents of my brain onto the keyboard. thought the denizens of tumblr might enjoy it. bon appetite

Mech Pilot Care guide

You never expect it, do you. Even as you see the flashes of pulse-decay fire in the sky, illuminating a scene of violence on the cosmic scale. Planetary defense satellites forming Monolithic structures in the sky, their purpose now revealed as they scatter constellations of destruction across the night horizon, drowning out the stars and replacing them with ones born of death. The oxygen in a ship catching fire and burning away in an instant, a flash of light that marks the death of its crew of hundreds. Even if you take your telescope to watch this spectacle, this war in a place without screams, you still feel profoundly disconnected from it. Even as you see a pilot cleave through a drone hive with a fusion blade, the molten metal glistening in the light of the explosions around it, scattering without gravity to the corners of the universe, even as two mechs dance across the sky, their reactors pouring into the engines enough energy to power the house atop which you sit for ten thousand years, flying in a 3.5 dimensional dance with only one word to the song that can reach across the vacuum: “I Will Kill You.” you don’t feel even the slightest glimpse of what goes on inside their minds. You don’t feel the neurological feedback tearing across the brain-computer interface, filling her mind with more simultaneous pain and elation that an unmodified human could ever experience. You don’t feel it as the pneumatic lance punctures through steel and nanocarbon polymer, the mech AI sending floods of a sensation you could never truly know through the skull and into every corner of the body carried on enhanced nerves for every layer of armor punctured, tearing into the enemy chassis with a desire beyond anything the flesh can provide. Let the stars kill each other. After all, I am safe on earth. No, you don’t expect it when the star is hit with a sub-relativistic projectile, piercing through both engines in an instant. You don’t expect it to fall. You never would have expected it to land, the impact nearly vaporizing the soil and setting trees aflame, on the hill beyond your house, and you would never have expected, beneath the layers of cooling slag, for the life-support indicator light to still be visible.

All the fire extinguishers in your house, your old plasma cutter that you haven’t used in years, and whatever medical supplies you think they might still be able to benefit from. All that on a hoverbike, speeding at 120 kilometers per hour through the valley and up onto the hill, still illuminated by the battle above, unsurprisingly unchanged by this new development. 200 meters. 100 meters. You don’t know how much time you’ve got. It wasn’t exactly covered in school, how long a pilot can survive in an overheating frame. You’ve heard rumors, of course, of what these things that used to be human have become. That they don’t eat and barely need air. That they don’t feel any desire beyond what instructions are pumped directly into their brains. Not so much of a person as much as an attack dog. It’s understandably a bit concerning, as if they are alive, then it’s not guaranteed that you will be. Three fire extinguishers later, the surface of the mech is mostly solid, and the cutter slices through the exterior plating. With a satisfying crunch, the cockpit is forced open, revealing the pilot, and confirming a few of the rumors, while refuting others. Pilots, it seems, are not quite emotionless. In fact, there seems to be genuine fear on its face when it sees you, followed by… a sort of grim certainty as it opens its mouth, moves its jaw into a strange position, and you only have half a second to react before it would have bitten down with all its force on the tooth that seemed to be made of a different material then all the rest.

Your thumb is definitely bleeding, and is caught between a metamaterial-based dental implant, and one containing a military-grade neurotoxin. You’re not sure exactly why you did it. The pilot looks at you for a second, before the tubes that attach to its arms like puppet strings run out of stimulants, and it passes out after who knows how long without sleep. This battle has been going on for weeks already. Has it been fighting that long? Its various frame-tethered implants disconnect easily, the unconscious pilot draped over your shoulder twitching slightly with each one you remove. It’s a much longer ride back to the house. Avoiding having the pilot fall off the bike is the top priority, and the injured thumb stings in the fast-moving air. 

An internet search doesn’t lead to many helpful sources to the question of “there is a mech pilot on my couch, what do I do?” a few articles about how easy targets retired pilots are for the “doll sellers,” a few military recruitment ads, and a couple near-incomprehensible legal documents full of words like “proprietary technology” or “instant termination.” However, there is one link, a few rows down from the top-- “Mech Pilot Care Guide.” It’s a detailed list, arranged in numbered steps. The website has no other links on it, just the step-by-step instructions: a quick read reveals that this isn’t going to be easy, but looking at the unconscious pilot, unabsorbed chemicals dripping from the ports in its arms and head onto the mildly bloodstained towel, you come to the conclusion that there’s no other option.

Step one: the first 24 hours.

The first thing you should know is that pilots aren’t used to sleeping. They’re used to being put under for transport and storage, but after the neural augmentations and years of week-long battles sustained by stimulants that would fry the brain of anyone that still has an intact one, they’ve more or less forgotten what real sleep is. If they see you asleep, they’ll think you’re dead, so don’t try to let them stay in your room yet. Once you’ve removed the neurotoxin from the tooth (it breaks easily with a bit of applied pressure, but be careful not to let any fall into their mouth or onto your skin.), start by moving them into a chair (preferably a recliner or gaming chair, as the mech seat is about halfway in between), and putting a heavy blanket over them. Don’t worry, they don’t need as much air as normal humans do, and can handle high temperatures up to a point. This is an environment similar to the one they’re used to. It’ll stay like this for about 12 hours-- barely breathing, trembling slightly underneath the blanket. Feel free to check if it’s alive every few hours, not that you could help it if it wasn’t. It won’t freak out when it wakes up. In fact, it doesn’t seem like they can. Turn down the lights and remove the blanket from its face. It’ll stare blankly at you, trying to evaluate the situation with a brain that’s not connected to a computer that’s bigger than they are anymore. Coming to terms, if you could call it that, with the fact that it isn’t dead. Don’t expect it to start reacting to things for a while yet, give it a couple hours. 

It’s been a bit, and its eyes are starting to focus on you. The next thing you should know is this: pilots only have two groups into which they can categorize non-pilots: handler and enemy. You need to work on making sure you’re in the right one. Move slowly, standing up and walking toward them, making sure they can see where you’re going to step. Place both hands on their shoulders, then slide one under their arm and carefully pick them up. Don’t be startled by how light they are, or how they still shake slightly as they realize their arms don’t have anything connected to them. Most importantly, don’t break. Don’t reflect on how something can be done to a person so that this is all that’s left. Just focus on rotating them as if you’re inspecting all the brain-computer interface ports, while holding them at half an arm’s length. Set them back down, wrap the blanket around them, then lean in close and say “status report.” they won’t say anything, as they usually upload the data via interface, but what’s important is that now they recognise you as their handler. Their entire mind will be focused on the fact that they exist now to do what you want. Now it’s up to you to prove them wrong.

Step two: the first week.

They’re shaking so hard that you’ve had to move them from the chair back to the couch, sweating heavily as they pant like the dog they’ve been trained to think they are. This was to be expected, really. Pilots are constantly being filled with a mix of stimulants, painkillers, and who knows what else, and you’ve just cut them off completely. You’ve woken up several times in the night and rushed to check if they’re still breathing, debating whether you should try to tell them that they’re going to be okay. The guide says they’re not ready for that yet, whatever that means. They’re still wearing the suit you found them in, made from nanofiber mesh and apparently recycling nutrients and water before re-infusing them intravenously. It’s been three days since you tore them out of the lump of metal atop the hill outside. Long enough that the suit’s battery, apparently, has run out. You lift them gently from the couch and carry them to the bathroom. The shower’s been on for the past hour or so, meaning the temperature should be high enough. You set them on their chair, which you’ve rolled there from the living room and covered with a towel. Removing the suit normally isn’t done except in between missions, and it’s only done to exchange it for a new one. Without the proper tools, you’ve opted for a pair of scissors. Cutting through the suit takes a bit of time, but you manage to cut a sizable line from the neck down to the front to the bottom of the torso. The pilot recoils slightly from the cold metal against their skin, but you manage to peel off the suit without incident, The Temperature of which was roughly the same as the steam filling the room, and you’ve done your best to minimize air currents. They’ve got a bit more shape to them than you expected of someone who’s been so heavily modified. Perhaps what little fat storage it provides helps on longer missions, or perhaps this is for the purposes of marketing. Just another recruitment ad that appeals to baser instincts. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Using a cloth with the least noticeable texture possible, you wash off as much sweat and dead skin as you can, avoiding the various interface and IV ports, as you’re not yet sure that they’re waterproof. Embarrassment is the enemy of efficiency, so you’re slightly glad that their eyes never completely focus on you. They shift their weight slightly, however. Despite the difficulty moving with their current symptoms, they lean in the direction opposite the places you wash once you're done, allowing you to more easily access the places you haven’t got to yet. An act of trust that you have a suspicion they weren't “programmed” to do.  As they dry out, you prepare for the difficult part. You take the blanket that previously wrapped around their suit, and gently touch a corner of it to their shoulder. Pilots are used to an amount of sensory  information that would overload any normal human in an instant, but most rarely experience textures against their skin. After about half an hour, they’re used to it enough that you’re able to replace what’s left of the suit with it, and after another you’re able to wrap them in it again. You carry them back to the couch, and place a few of your old shirts next to their hand. They pick one and touch it with one finger before recoiling slightly. Eventually, they’ll be used to at least one of them enough that they can wear it. It’s slow progress, but it’s progress.

Step 3: food

It goes without saying that it’s usually been at least a year since they’ve eaten anything. The augmentations scooped out much of their knowledge on how to survive as a human, assuming that they would die before ever needing to be one again. Start them off with just flavors. Give them a chance to pick favorites by giving them a wide selection and firmly telling them to try all of them. Avoid anything solid for the first month or so, both because they can’t digest it and because they associate chewing with their self-destruct mechanism. Trying to and surviving might make them think the “mission’s fully compromised” and attempt to improvise. They’ll typically pick out favorites quickly with their enhanced senses, so once they’ve sampled everything, tell them to pick one. Remember it, not in order to use it as a reward or anything, but them still being able to have a “favorite” anything is something you should keep in mind for later. 

Use a similar method anytime they become able to handle the next level of solidity. Don’t be alarmed if one of their favorite foods is the meat that’s most similar to humans (such as pork.) they’re not going to eat you, they just will have already formed an association between that flavor and the moment they went from being a weapon to living in your house. Don’t worry about your thumb getting infected, by the way. Pilots barely have a microbiome.

Step 4: entertainment:

Roll them over to your computer and give them access to your game library. No, really. They need enrichment, and there’s only one activity that they’re able to enjoy at the moment. A simulation of it will make the shift from weapon to guest easier. Start them off with an FPS with a story. Don’t go multiplayer, as your account may get banned for being suspected of using aimbots. Watch as they progress the story. The military left pilots with just enough of a personality to allow them to improvise, and that should be enough for them to make decisions on this level. They won’t do much character customization, but keep an eye on which starting character body shape they pick. No pilot would consciously think they have enough of a “Self” to still have a gender, but keep track of the ones they pick in the games. As for the one you’ve found, it appears that she’s got a player-character preference. You even saw her nudge one of the appearance sliders before clicking “start game.” Whether this means that a pilot doesn’t think of themselves as “it” or that it means there’s still enough of their mind left for them to know there’s more to themselves than the body they have, it’s a handy bit of information to know. Some pilots might have had this decision influenced by their handlers having referred to them as “she” in the way it refers to boats, but still, on some level they always know that “it” meant that they’re a weapon. 

Step 6: outside:

There’s a profound difference between experiencing the world through information fed directly into your brain and standing up for the first time, wandering around the room and investigating with hands not made of a half-ton of metal. She’s not used to feeling the air on her skin as she stands in front of the window, visual data coming from two eyes instead of seven cameras. It’ll take a while to get used to it again. New old data, reminiscent of a time before she’s been trained not to remember. It’ll take a while until she’s walking like a human and not a mech, as the muscles used are different, and the ones to hold herself upright haven’t been used in a while. She’s going to fall down at least once. Be sure you’re standing next to her when it happens, as pilots that fall aren’t trained to think they can get back up. It’s worth it, though, when she opens the door herself and strides into the yard, still wobbly but standing. Be careful not to let her look into the sun, partially because it looks nearly identical to the barrel of a pulse-decay blaster milliseconds before it fires. She would get hurt trying to dodge it. It will be somewhat confusing for her, standing on a hill as she once did, but not contained within a 12-meter metal chassis. A feeling of being small and alone without the voices of the computer. This means it’s time for step seven.

Step 7: 

All this time, and any idea that she’s still a person has, for her, been subconscious. Any thought of humanity is stopped when it slams into the wall of her handlers and mech AIs reminding her for years before now that she is a weapon. She’ll still ask for your permission before doing just about anything, and that’s just the rare times that she’ll do something you don’t tell her to. Even after you’ve moved her into your room, she’ll still try to sleep on the floor. She still thinks that beds are only for humans. Kneel next to her as she curls into a ball on the ground, assuming that’s what she’s supposed to do. Expect her to try to move down to the foot of the bed after you set her down on it. Gently move her back up until her head’s on the pillow. Sit on the edge of the bed, and hold out your hand to her. After a bit, she’ll take it, wrapping both hands around it and tracing her fingers along the scar on your thumb. Lie down next to her, an arm’s length apart. Place your other hand on her forearm, then slide it up her arm to her shoulder. Don’t move too quickly, and don’t surprise her. Whisper softly but audibly every movement you’re going to make in advance. Move in a bit closer, until you’re wrapped in her arms. Mech pilots aren’t used to this. They aren't used to feeling someone next to them. Not above them, but next to them, getting exactly as much out of this as they are. Even after several months, many won’t admit they deserve it. You wouldn’t waste time lying next to a gun. So why do they feel so strongly that they don’t want you to leave? Why do they hold on tighter? They often feel they’re doing something wrong. Overstepping a boundary. There’s a rift between what they want and what they’re told they can want that nearly tears their mind in half, and it hurts. No normal human will ever know how much it hurts them to think they’ve broken some instruction, that they feel things they aren’t allowed to. Nobody said it was easy, learning how to become human again. Tell her it’s okay. That she’s allowed to feel this way. She still won’t know why. It’s time to tell her. The guide can’t tell you what to say, only that you have to say it. It has to come from you. You have to be the one that tells her what she is underneath all the modifications. It’s time, say it.

“Do you feel that? Do you feel your heart start to beat faster as it presses up against mine? Do you feel your own breath against your skin after it reflects off my shoulder? Do you feel your muscles start to tighten as I slide my hand across them, then relax because you know it means that you are safe? It’s because you’re alive. Because despite everything, you’re still alive. Still someone left after all the changes, all the augmentations. And I know you’re someone because you are someone that likes food a bit spicier than most would prefer. Someone that closes her eyes and gets lost in music whenever it’s playing. Someone that added that one piece of customization to her character, even though they would wear a helmet for most of the game and nobody would know it was there but you. Maybe you aren’t the same person you were before. Maybe they did take some things from you that nothing can give back. But you’re still someone. Someone that people can still care about, and I know because I do.”

You can feel her tears drip down onto your neck as she pulls you closer. She tries to say something, but you can’t understand what. You tell her it’s okay. That it’s not easy, and that she doesn’t have to pretend that it is. Not for you, and not for anyone anymore. She doesn’t have to be useful anymore. No need to keep it together. All that matters is that she’s alive. 

There’s another battle going on in the night sky outside. The same flashes of light you saw the night you stopped living alone, even if the other person couldn’t admit that they were one yet. She still flinches at the brighter bursts of pulse-decay fire, still stretches out her hand on reflex to prime a pneumatic lance that isn’t there. But she knows it’s not her, it’s just a ghost of the weapon that died when it hit the ground. You can feel her relax as she realizes this, moving her hand back to dry her face before reaching out towards yours. You hadn’t noticed the tears on your own face. You place your hand on hers as she wipes the corner of your eye. Outside and above, the war continues on a cosmic scale, so far apart from where you both are now that you barely notice it. Let the stars kill each other. After all, the one before you has already fallen, and she doesn’t have to return to the sky. Together, you are safe on earth. 

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Emperor Dragon, Gael Khan.

In the anime he shows up in one episode as Shido’s ace card for Danger World, never actually speaks a word and half his body is obscured in every shot because a winged centaur dragon with an apparently arbitrary number of horns must be a nightmare to animate.

In my OC fic Karras Academy he serves as one of the main antagonists, with a background of being a warlord who rules over a large chunk of Danger World. This was all made up wholesale since the card had no official lore and I’m so glad the lore writer from season 1 returning to give lore to old cards sort-of confirmed that?

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@darkestelemental616 replied to your post:                   Who wants to hear about some of my OCs?                

   yes!    

OKAY.

So, I’m gonna talk about Captain Nitzva and Siratek, the leaders of the Sand Cats, a fleet of space pirates. Mostly because I haven’t talked much about them and uh, I feel the Need to.

Nitzva and Siratek met when Nitzva is commissioned to transport Siratek to her arranged marriage. Siratek, understandably, is not particularly happy with this. Now, as a side note, Siratek is a dragon/human like hybrid known as a Drak. She has scales, sharp claws, a rather short tail (it was stunted due to an accident shortly after her hatching), a mouth full of TEETH and H O R N S. See, Drak horns are extremely valuable, and there are those who pay exobratant prices for their horns. Yes, even going so far as to saw them off a live Drak. It’s a horrible, torturous process. And this happens to Siratek, who ends up wandering off at a space port and gets captured by a rival of Nitzva’s. Nitzva by this point is Very Much Infatuated with Siratek, and she storms the rival’s flagship to retrieve Siratek. Siratek by this point has lost one of her horns and she’s in a bit of shock. Turns out her betrothed is an asshole and refuses to marry her, after Nitzva forces herself to finish the job and bring a shocked Siratek to the planet where she’s going to be married. Nitzva is utterly shocked when Siratek shows back up again, looking like she’s about to cry. Nitzva can’t stand to see Siratek in distress, and offers to marry her instead. Siratek is, well, stunned. In the end, they do get married. Siratek takes up the role of diplomatic ambassador of the Sand Cats. She is frighteningly good at her job. Of course, she does learn to fight when needed, but she prefers not to.

At some point they find Echo in an abandoned ship just...floating in space. This is after the poor android has lost both Priscilla (her caretaker) and Karra (the doll that is Echo’s girlfriend) and she’s certainly not what she used to be. Quiet, withdrawn, rarely talks to people, just...really wants to be left alone. She takes up residence in the very bowels of the flagship, only really interacting with the engineers. Whether one can manage to break through Echo’s depression and apathy remains to be seen.

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30 Days of Dragon Age OC Challenge Day 15

Day 15: Choices: What choices do they make in the main quests of their game? Why? What is the hardest decision they make?

Isaline:

Redcliffe: Kills Connor. She hated herself for it completely and it likely is the hardest choice she made but she thought it was the Right Thing To Do because demons and blood magic are both Bad. Alistair putting her in charge is definitely him testing her because he’s a templar so obviously he’s Really in charge. And templars have to kill people in Harrowings, and this is basically the same thing right?

Brecilian Forest: Sides with the elves. She’s panicking and doesn’t know what to do and doesn’t want to screw over the elves by fighting Zathrian and has recently realised quite how much humans have fucked over elves and doesn’t want to be racist.

Urn of Sacred Ashes: Doesn’t destroy the Urn. Because like, she’s Andrastian, and Kolgrim is talking nonsense.

Orzammar: Makes Harrowmont king, sides with Caridin. Letting a tyrant like Bhelen become king goes completely against her morals, even if he is more progressive. She does her best to try to talk Harrowmont into being a bit more progressive, although I’m not sure how much it works. Branka also goes completely against her morals.

Circle: Sides with the mages. Dumps Noodlehair’s ass when he tells her to kill them all. It’s awesome.

Landsmeet: Makes Anora queen, kills Loghain. Alistair remains softened in Isaline’s game and with the theme of her game being taking control of her life and doing what she wants to do, it felt right for her to keep Alistair as a Warden. Isaline kills Loghain almost solely because he sold the elves in the alienage, before that she was willing to maybe give him mercy.

Ultimate Sacrifice: Makes Oghren a Warden early, he does the Dark Ritual. The Dark Ritual for me often involves some slight metagaming; if killing someone off adds nothing to the story, I have to work out a way to do the Dark Ritual without having to pressure someone into sex. After Alistair panicked at the idea of it, Isaline got everyone she knew with a penis in Redcliffe castle together and asked if any of them would mind becoming a Warden and then impregnating Morrigan. So that happened.

Awakening: Saves Amaranthine, spares the Architect. Isaline Cannot abandon Amaranthine, it’s a hard decision in that she’s abandoning her friends at the Keep, but she Knows she’s never going to choose to abandon people in the city she might still be able to save. She spares the Architect because he genuinely seems to mean no harm and guys this is the first sapient Darkspawn anyone’s ever seen!! That’s amazing!!! We can’t just kill him we could learn so much from him.

Corinne: DA2 doesn’t really do main quests like the other games but these were the ones I could think of with significant decisions. And Corinne at least has more variety in her answers than “always sides with the mages/always sides with the templars.”

Wayward Son: She tells Feynriel to go to the Dalish! Her issue with apostates is just that they can’t control their powers and apparently the Dalish are good at teaching their mages that. Later, she lets him go to Tevinter, since the Circle here can’t adequately train him.

Act of Mercy: She tells the mages they should go back to the Circle, because they’re blood mages who are too dangerous to be allowed out, and surely Thrask will make sure they’re not punished badly, right? She refuses to kill Thrask, and doesn’t kill Karras either.

Prime Suspect: She kills Gascard DuPuis because he’s a really suspicious probably a murderer blood mage. Those are Bad.

Legacy: Sides with Larius because maybe waking up an ancient evil Darkspawn is a bad idea???

Demands of the Qun: Doesn’t hand Isabela over to the Arishok because they may argue all the time but Isabela’s still her friend, and did the Right Thing by coming back. She duels the Arishok by herself, tricking him into a fight with everyone would be unfair and just make her look like a cheating asshole in front of everyone.

Showdown: She tries to calm Meredith and Orsino down and refuses to side with either, because they both have valid points, and getting into a fight isn’t going to help.

Mark of the Assassin: Corinne didn’t want to get involved in Tallis’ plan in the first place and only did it because Adventure the spirit threatened to kill her otherwise. She never trusted Tallis for a second, was very angry Tallis when it turned out Tallis lied to her, and refused to get caught up in this any further by helping Tallis again.

On The Loose: She sent Emile de Launcet back to the Circle, after letting him spend a night getting laid, because it was the safest place for him and everyone around him. Before leaving, she told Meredith that maybe just perhaps Meredith sometimes went a bit too far.

The Last Straw: Spares Anders, sides with him, and sides with the mages because it’s the right thing to do and she can’t pretend to be neutral any more.

Estella:

In Hushed Whispers/Champions of the Just: Estella decides the best thing to do in this situation is obviously to recruit the templars, who are great, lmao can you imagine though. No one even suggests going to those fuckers for help bc she got Noodle fired as soon as she discovered he was here. She recruits the mages and then spends the next few weeks making sure they’re all comfortable here and wondering if she can ask Fiona for her autograph.

Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts: Has Briala rule through Gaspard. Estella did not want to be here and doesn’t want to be nice to fancy nobles and doesn’t care about Celene as a person. When Leliana tells her she could have Briala rule by letting Celene die, she happily lets Celene die and puts Briala in control, because Briala is going to help oppressed people.

Here Lies the Abyss: Leaves Loghain to the Nightmare demon, exiles the Grey Wardens. Estella’s Hawke went to live in the Anderfels with zir husband and kid at the end of DA2 and isn’t coming back to get involved in any more bullshit, so Estella has Vari Tabris for HLTA instead. Loghain offers to stay in the Fade, and Vari agrees because look, it’s not that she wants him dead, but he did try to sell her father into slavery. Estella agrees this is a pretty good reason to leave Loghain behind. She doesn’t give a shit about what to do with the Grey Wardens, so asks Vari who moved on from Warden business years ago and also doesn’t give a shit. They tell the Wardens to just go away, and the Wardens presumably take this to mean they’ve been exiled.

What Pride Had Wrought: Doesn’t do the rituals at the temple, lets Morrigan drink from the Well. Estella really doesn’t want to do the rituals because of her issues around religion, so why waste time letting the red templars get to the Well first? She also really, really doesn’t want to drink from the Well, because it sounds like it would mean she wasn’t fully herself, and also might mean being enslaved again so no, that sounds a horrible idea. She asks Solas and Vivienne whether they’d like to, and when they refuse, lets Morrigan.

Trespasser: Wants to redeem Solas, keeps the Inquisition. Solas was Estella’s first friend after she was cured of Tranquility and they got on well throughout the game. He’s an apostate who’s always been supportive of mage rights and good at looking after her daughter and while what he’s doing now is stupid and awful, she’s still not going to kill her friend. She keeps the Inquisition around just because she’s now built it up as a massive support group for mages and abuse victims. She’s fine with downgrading the military aspect and doesn’t care all that much that various agents have infiltrated it, because none of that was ever important to her anyway.

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“Fun fact, we’re with Danger World!“

I tried drawing Dave, one of my Buddyfight OCs, and his buddy monster, Armorknight Sphinx (here in SD form).

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An amazing commission by the extremely talented @smash-brethren of my Buddyfight OCs Eva and Emily, from the fic Karras Academy.

https://www.deviantart.com/smash-brethren/art/Eva-and-Emily-794560833

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A commission by @riccardodirigo of my Buddyfight OC Dave playing rock-paper-scissors with his buddy monster, Armorknight Sphinx.

Sphinxy is just so fluffy here. 

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A commission from @riccardodirigo of my Buddyfight OCs, Cassie and Tess.

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Timo faces his estranged sister in the finals of the Karras Cup, but can even the power of friendship match the true form of Nat’s buddy monster?

It took me like two years, but my Buddyfight OC fic is finally coming to a close. It’s a weird feeling to see it marked as Complete.

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Timo, one of the OCs from my Buddyfight fic Karras Academy, as drawn by @riccardodirigo .

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Cassie Gemini is another of the OCs in my Buddyfight fanfiction. A girl who lives her life by the advice of fortunetelling (including tea leaves, tarot cards and  horoscopes), she turns out to be a surprisingly competent Buddyfighter and deckbuilder. Reflecting her favourite hobby her core gadget is the stand for her crystal ball.

Her deck is Star Dragon World, partially because I found it funny to give her cards that actually are from the future. Her robot butler/buddy, Dragonarms Reconnaissance, is wary enough of her questions about the future that it only ever answers her by showing one of a small handful of words on its monitor-like face (or just shrugging).

In her first appearance she’s an antagonist, though more out of trying to follow her horoscope than of actualy having any ill-will towards anyone. She is actually a good friend to her two equally anachronistic teammates (a knight and a cowboy), as well as sort-of dating Tess.

As usual this art is by Kaxi / Garagewolf.