#oc: cosh

[outpost51]

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

For Cosh Pepperjacket?

[oc asks: not-so-nice edition]

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

[cracks knuckles]

So, Cosh, yeah? The one with the dead crew that’s definitely not his fault but he torments himself with the guilt anyway and developed a few neuroses because of it in the process?

The Stolen Star really was just a freak accident. A tragic one, yes, but still something no one could have predicted.

Well… maybe they could have. Maybe not. Anybody that could have answered that for sure is little more than frozen charcoal or Cosh himself, and there’s not a therapist in this galaxy or the next that’s good enough to get him to admit it might not have been his negligence that ganked his former crew. ‘Might not’ isn’t certain. ‘Might not’ still provides wiggle room for ‘could be,’ and ‘could be’ is enough for his asshole brain to gnaw on for the rest of his life.

Somewhere in the lines and lines of code that kept the Stolen Star running, something fucked up. Maybe it was an overflow. Maybe the timing was just off. Jumping drew a little more power than it should have. The shields flickered as they came out of it — quicker than you could blink, but a blink was all it took for an unknown piece of debris, that otherwise would have bounced harmlessly off their shields, to punch straight through the hull, through the first mate, and puncture the drive core.

The rest of the crew was asleep. They never saw it coming, and maybe that was proof the universe is merciful.

Cosh survived by virtue of standing in the right place at the right time (trying to tape a wrench to the charred stump where his hand used to be) and being exceptionally throwable in zero-g. He didn’t know he was one of the last two left alive at that point. Ith, their captain, yanked him up by the scruff and made the hail-mary pass to end all hail-mary passes, chucking him straight into the escape pod and punching the launch button shortly before the core blew.

His pod crashed on Chapus two days later. He walked off and on for another day and a half, popped into the spaceport clinic for a bottle of water and ‘treatment’ (picked a cabinet lock, pocketed three analgesic auto-injectors, then dipped before the doctor came back), and wandered into the desert. Maybe he’d have felt guilty for stealing if he hadn’t already been emotionally taxed to the point of numbness.

There were communes in the mountains. He could work off the guilt in a commune. He just needed to get to the mountains.

Another three days’ walk brought him to the gates of Makafe Commune, where he asked for shelter and promptly collapsed in the dirt.

Anyway, he’s totally doing fine. Just fucking peachy. Ignore the empty bottles stashed under his bunk.

[caladran]

and more camping. I love the 2 last shots. <3

[ecunderbase]

gives you a rock (sensual)

[luniellar]

Breathe Me (Garrick Tavis X OC/Reader) - Chapter 3 - The Empyrean Series Fanfiction

When Xaden Riorson and Garrick Tavis arrive at Samara, they are forced to prove themselves all over again. When Xaden heads off to see Violet at Basgiath since their dragons are mated, Garrick finds himself alone in this unfamiliar area trying to get his name established navigating fights and ambushes. He owed his life to the man.

One particular night when Xaden leaves for Basgiath, Garrick finds himself with a new company. One who starts turning his world upside down and giving him something, that isn't just the Xaden and rebellion, to fight for. ______________________________________

All rights to Rebecca Yarros for her original work and original characters. My scenes and characters are my own. ______________________________________

Contains: Fourth Wing/Iron Flame Spoilers Warnings: Language

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

Read on AO3 | Wattpad

Lei Aukai

“Wake, now.” 

When I opened my eyes my senses were clouded in anxiousness. I clutched my heart trying to dull the feeling. Cosheirm was seeing something. 

“What’s wrong?” 

I haven’t woke up with this kind of feeling since the last time when - 

Cosheirm cut in. She was always good about protecting me. She was stopping me before my thoughts could wander off to eternal sadness.

“I was flying by the south clearing of Samara when I noticed another brown. It looks like Chradh has been circling the area for a while.” 

I pulled up my hair in my high ponytail and dressed in my gear within seconds. “Do you see anyone else?”

“Yes, from the looks of it, Sgyael will be arriving.”

Garrick must have called Xaden as well. I sheath my blade behind me. “I’ll meet you outside, Coshe.”

✦ ✦ ✦

I ran outside, moving as fast as I could to get to the dragon rendezvous point. Only the dim moonlight lit up the area outside. The field around me blurred as I felt the electric blue energy course through my veins allowing me to jump from one area to the next. The cool air filled my lungs and when I reached the clearing, I saw a familiar figure. His massive height alone was all I needed to know who that was.

A gust of wind blew around us as Chradh landed near him. If looks could kill…Chradh was menacing. Deep gashes and scars from fallen dragons who dared to share Chradh’s presence in the sky were visible from this far distance. Steam blew out of its nostrils as it looked around the field before locking eyes with mine. The crimson-red eyes watched me curiously. 

Garrick turned and I politely waved over to him who looked just as surprised. Gods, did I just do that? He started to walk towards me and he paused for a second to look up at the sky. Another gust of wind blew behind me. 

“Coshe,” I mentally greeted. I watched as Garrick moved his way over to me. His posture was tall and strong as his long legs glided over the ground. The thick dark curls on his head bounced on his head with each step. 

“Lei? What are you doing here?” He asked once he knew I was within listening distance. 

“Uh,” I started not sure how to answer the question. “I, uh, had a hard time sleeping when I heard Coshe.” It was kind of true.

Coshe grunted behind me. It was her form of rolling her eyes at me. “Coshe saw Chradh circling a particular area and got curious. It could be dangerous. Let me fly with you.” 

A huge grin appeared on Garrick’s face revealing his perfect smile. Chradh stepped forward tilting its head at me. My heart skipped a beat. “I appreciate the concern, but Xaden is already on his way. I think we got it covered.”

“An extra pair of wings won’t hurt right?” I added. Garrick shook his head. Was I being too pushy? I think I remembered Iris saying something about how guys don’t like girls who are too pushy? 

“This could be dangerous, Lei.” My name sounded so special in his voice. He stepped closer to me and he was within arms reach. His gaze moved up to my head and moved across my face down to my… lips. My mouth parted. “I’ll find you in the morning.”

“I’m not five, Garrick,” I replied. “I’ve handled dangerous things before. I won’t get in your way.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “This is not the kind of danger you think. There are some secrets I’m not allowed to tell-” 

“About venins?” I cut him off and his mouth dropped open like I froze time. He blinked back at me with his eyes open. I trust my gut with this one because this sick feeling has been stirring in my gut since the moment I woke up. I was told that the majority of the people in the Continent didn’t know about venins, but it looks like I was wrong. 

“I tried to keep it away from you,” Coshe admitted. 

“You know I always appreciate you,” I replied. 

“Did you just say-” Garrick asked when he finally found his voice again. 

“Yes, I know about venins. So let me fly with you and Xaden.” 

“How did you-” Garrick started to say and frowned, glancing back at Chradh. “Chradh wants us in the air right now. Xaden is close. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I smiled and turned to Coshe. “Come on, the last one in the sky is a loser.” I heard thuds as Garrick’s footsteps hit the ground and he made his way to Chradh. 

Once I mount Coshe, she springs into the air, her wing pulling in strong gusts of wind. To my surprise, Chradh is right behind us as we stabilize in the sky. Half a second later, Garrick is flying beside me keeping up with Coshe’s pace. 

I raise my right hand, pointing my pointer and thumb toward him, making an uppercase L above my forehead. As Coshe thrusts her wings and propels us forward past Chradh, I swear I heard his deep laughter echo in the sky.

Garrick Tavis

After a short flight, I see Xaden and Sgaeyl in the air with us. When my flying speed slows down, Coshe and Sgaeyl follow, repositioning their location diagonally behind Chradh. I can sense that Chradh is trying to locate the runes again. 

“Anything?” I ask after a moment of circling. 

”Yes, the rune is weaker now, but it’s still there.” Chradh replies. “I don’t sense the venin.”

I look down and see a structure that looks like an old wooden abandoned building out on a small clearing from this distance. Although the clearing was small, it was enough for three dragons to land. I throw a hand gesture in the air to signal Xaden and Lei that we will be landing here. I hold on tight as Chradh dives down effortlessly and lands on the clearing field. A few seconds later I hear two other dragons land.

Across the clearing is a larger version of the same old wooden building. From a closer distance, I could see that the windows were boarded up with planks. There was a small entrance located on the side of the building. 

Xaden walked up from behind me inspecting the structure with narrowed eyes. I glanced behind to make sure Lei was okay. I didn’t know why I was so worried when it came to Lei. Maybe it was because I was always used to new riders at Basgiath either barfing or tripping after dragon flights. Lei stood up from where she was sitting on Coshe’s rough back. I watched as she crouched down, buckling her legs like springs. I took a step forward when I saw her jump off, but she landed so gracefully. 

“What’s her deal?” Xaden asked. 

“I don’t know,” I replied as I turned back to face the structure when I saw her walking towards us. “I met her on the flight field.”

“Do you trust her?” 

I was about to reply, but Lei walked up behind us. Of course, I trusted Xaden with everything, but I didn’t know if her knowledge about venin was my secret to tell. I cleared my throat as her sweet vanilla scent filled the space around us. I don’t think I could ever get used to that. 

“Alright, you guys can keep watch for me while I check inside,” Lei said as she stepped on the other empty side beside me. 

I looked over at her. “What? No, you stand watch with Xaden. I’m familiar with runes.”

She looked up at me, meeting my eyes. “You guys are new to the Samara outpost and by seniority alone, you both fall under my supervision right now.” Lei glanced over to Xaden. “I never had anyone fall under my supervision and I am not going to make today my first.” 

“Garrick and I will stand patrol,” Xaden said and walked over to the empty clearing behind the building. His shadows thrived in this environment and there was no way either of us was going to fall tonight. But, he didn’t argue back.

“But-” 

Lei reached her hand over her back and pulled out her sword from her back in one clean motion. “No buts. Help me by watching my back,” she smiled and started making her way over to the door. I knew she was skilled and more than capable. But, I wanted to hold her back. I didn’t like the thought of her going in there by herself.

I know Chradh said no venins, but we didn’t know what the runes were. I looked behind me and saw Lei wave her hands over the door followed by a soft thud as the door creaked open.

“Look forward,” Chradh reminded me from the sky. “You must focus on your duties so she can do hers.” All three dragons were circling the skies. 

I clenched my jaw and looked ahead. My eyes carefully examined every inch of the forested areas. I didn’t see any movement. Everything was still. As my eyes rescanned the fields, my mind couldn’t place why the rune's presence weakened by the time we arrived.

It wasn’t like the rune was moved to a different location or hidden underground. According to Chradh, the rune was always located in this abandoned building. Then, there was also the venin presence. Was the venin here to monitor the rune? But if the rune was important to be monitored, why would the venin not have a patrol set up? Nothing was adding up.

Unless the rune was worthless from the start. A meaningless rune designed to create a strong presence to attract whoever was nearby. It only needed to hold the presence until it attracted the prey. No . I turned around and started running. This was a trap.

A scream pierced my ears, the sound shattering the stillness. My heart raced as I ran as fast as I could to the wooden building. I felt the same uneasiness in my chest from earlier, stirring in my chest. That was the venin and I knew I was moving closer to it. 

When I got to the doorway, a cloaked figure was holding a body in the air by the throat. Lei’s hands were clenched around her neck, grabbing a hold of the cloaked figure’s wrists. Her feet kicked in the air desperately as the figure lifted her higher. 

“Lei!” I screamed as I reached for my iron dagger and ran at the cloaked figure at full speed. Winding up my arms, I was ready to drive the dagger when the figure turned to me, his brown eyes were rimmed with red with protruding veins glaring back at me. He smiled as he effortlessly moved Lei’s body where I was planning to drive the dagger.

No. 

I immediately dropped the dagger and my hand grazed off to the side. The cloaked venin grinned as he kicked my ribs, knocking me off to the side. The force was nothing like I felt before. My back hit the wall and I gasped for air. My vision blurred for a second as my eyes fixed on Lei's body hovering with her hands dangling. I blinked slowly trying to stay conscious. A loud thud rang in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, Lei’s body was now lying next to mine. 

“So pathetic,” the venin’s voice rang out. Something about the voice was familiar. “This is so fucking easy.” 

I looked up to see a glint of a blade in the venin’s hand. He pulled his arms for the final strike and I pushed off the floor reaching for a dagger strapped to my side. Everything was in slow motion as his blade came down. No, I was too slow. 

The darkness surrounded me. I couldn’t see anything. No Lei. No Venin. Did I die? I didn’t feel the blade and my ribs were still bruised. It would suck if this pain was going to be persistent on my way to see Malek.

“I didn’t expect you to be here, Riorson .” 

I blinked again and the familiar moonlit space came into my vision. I looked across from me as Lei was lying there with her eyes closed. Xaden had covered us with his shadows.

“You’re shadow-wielding skills are like what they say. It’s truly exceptional.” 

Why did this voice bother me so much? I looked up and I caught a glimpse of his blond hair with his hood down. What the fuck. 

“What the fuck do you want, Pratt?” Xaden replied. 

“I was just trying to teach Tavis here a lesson. I was hoping little Lei would join him. She was always so fucking predictable. But you… I didn’t expect you to be here.”

Silence filled the air again as I watched Pratt step over Lei’s body to Xaden. “We are waiting for you. If you give me a name drop when you decide to stop by, I won’t kill Tavis.”

What the fuck was going on between Xaden and Pratt? I pressed my palm against the floor and slowly propped myself up. I stared toward the doorway where Pratt’s cloak was covering Xaden’s body. The floor felt like it was shaking as I dragged myself over to Lei, taking her hand into mine. I wrapped my finger around her wrist and confirmed her pulse. 

Thank the gods.  

“I will never choose to join you,” Xaden replied. 

Pratt continued to walk forward, passing Xaden. “I have no interest in killing you, Riorson. You might want to get Lei to a healer soon though.” He turned around and his eyes shifted from Xaden to me. “I choked her pretty well.” 

My free hand clenched into a tight fist. “You fucking pussy,” I spat out. Fuck, I tasted iron in my mouth. 

“I will see you guys around,” Pratt chimed back cheerfully. “Next time, I will crush you with my hands Tavis. Oh and Riorson, think through my offer again. It still stands. Your best friend will get to keep his head.” 

Pratt turned around and walked off his black cloak dragging behind him. 

[sam-and-crystal]

thinking about Them (the coalition of super heros)

(no costumed design is final except verity volant’s.......i know i have designs for zipper somewhere but i didn’t want to dig through old sketchbooks and the others i just assigned them a color & ran with it lol)

[journalsofmasouflint]

How They’d React on Valentines Day

I’m know this is the wrong month for this, but the ideas were coming so why not? This includes OCs but can be read as Y/N.

-- -- --

Katsuki Bakugo x Cookie

Cookie smiles as she finishes tying the little pink bow on the little box of dark chocolates, shaped like little bombs instead of hearts. Not only is it Valentines Day, but it’s also an apology for screwing up dinner couple nights ago in the common area. Bakugo’s been giving her the shoulder since then...but everyone loves chocolates!

She practically skipped all the way to the library, knowing that’s where her boyfriend will be. The Pomeranian always goes there during study hours, needing time away from the Bakusquad and just away from them in general. It’s perfect!

Her grumpy boyfriend was by the window, switching between reading a book and writing in his notebook. Seems to be so focused. But he’s going to be focused on eating soon!

“Happy Valentines day, Dynababe~~!” Cookie sang, catching his attention with the nickname. Bakugo used to get angry whenever she call him that, but he’s gotten over it at least. “I made you chocolates~!”

Bakugo just stared at the little box with such a blank look.  “I’m not eating any of that.”

“You might’ve poisoned them”

TRUST: SMASHED

Cookie gasps, mostly in her head as she replayed the words. WHAAAT?! MY GRANDPA WOULD NEVER LET ME IN THE KITCHEN AGAIN IF I DID!!! She slammed the box on the table with an audible smack. “I just wanted to cheer up your sourpuss ass!”

Cookie stomped off, grumbling with puffed cheeks in a pout. “The nerve! I can't believe he’d think that! I-I mean I don't blame him, but still!”

Bakugo took the box of chocolates and undid the bow, opening the box. They were dark chocolates, his favorite. And shaped like tiny bombs with little hints of gold leaf in them. He smiled softly, popping one into his mouth. Maybe I’ll get her something after all.

-- -- --

Shota Aizawa | Eraserhead x Ripley Vex | Hellraiser

Ripley made quick work of stashing her vigilante outfit in the compartment of her closet, needing to be quick!

“Damn it! Damn it! Bloody well done, Rip! You completely forget it was Valentines Day, you're well in it now!” She mumbled to herself, pacing naked in her room.

She just got done blowing up another jewelry store, escaped by the skin of her teeth, and it was when she was lounging on the couch when she got a text from Shota....AND HE MADE THE MOVE TO HAVE A VALENTINES DINNER AT HER HOUSE!!!!

No scratch that. After wracking her brain, she remembered that she was the one who suggested it...when she was three sheets to the wind!! And now she feels under the cosh!

“Aaargh!!! Stop faffing around and start cooking!” She slapped her own cheeks and marched to the kitchen.

-2 hours later-

Shota adjusted his tie again, grumbling about how Nemuri forced him in a suit. Really, I think Vex would be happy that I showed up dressed, he thought to himself. He looked at the wine he got, Pinot noir...wait is Vex a wine drinker? He’s seen her knock back shots, and he knows how much she loves beer. But does she drink wine? Does she even like wine?? God, why’s he thinking about this now?! He’s already at her apartment door!

Ripley stared hatefully at her reflection, as if waiting for make-up to appear. “I dare you to do your worst...”

Knock knock

She looks down at herself, wishing she had more time. “Not even properly dressed! Bloody perfect!” Ripley curses as she just tosses on a random dress, not caring how tight it felt or that she’s bare foot, and all but runs to the door.

“Sho!” She pants, smiling. “Hey- uh...hi.”

“Hey Vex...” Shota smiled a bit shyly, seeing how low cut the dress is.

Ripley follows his line of sight and smirks. “Get your cute ass in here, take out’ll be here in 5. Hope you like Italian.”

Before Shota had the chance to respond, Ripley pulled him inside by the tie and shut the door.

-- -- --

Kai Chisaki | Overhaul x Jahzara

Zara was a bit nervous about giving a gift to Chisaki. He was no longer the boy she knew as a child, and she certainly wasn’t the same quirkless girl he saved. They grew apart, for reasons, and they grew to hate each other...or at least she did. So why is she holding a box of chocolates?

Call her a fool. Call her an idiot. Call her whatever you wish...but she needed to do this. Pops would've wanted them to make up and at least try to get along. But Zara, for all the power she inherited...was scared. Scared that...that Kai would laugh at her.

“Zara?”

She looked up to see the very man himself- wait is she in Pops’ garden?!

“Stupid quirk....” She grumbled under her breath. She didn't even know she teleported!

“This is...a pleasant surprise.” Chisaki said softly, keeping his eyes to the ground. Since gaining her inheritance, Zara’s fashion has become....quite revealing even for a royal.

“Pleasant is one word for this...”

The silence that came before them was unsettling. Neither sure how to proceed. Zara gripped the box a bit before holding it out to the man she once saw as a friend, maybe...more, once upon a time.

“Zara-”

“Just take it, Chisaki. Don’t bother saying anything, romance was never your strong suit.”

The harsh words cut Kai a bit more than he thought they would, carefully taking the box and holding it like it’s fragile. “Um...thanks, I suppose.”

They eyes met, gold clashing with gold. Both wanting to say something remotely nice for once, to try and go back to the normalcies they once held dear, to be friends again...but both knew that’ll never happen. Kai burned that bridge himself when he put Pops in that coma...and Zara never rebuilt it.

-- -- --

Dabi x Keiko (things get steamy so the ages been fixed, Dabi 20 and Keiko 18)

Keiko pouted as she failed to created a rose bouquet out of blood- AGAIN! It’s Valentines Day and she’s got nothing! All the stores ran out of good chocolate, no normal bouquet caught her eye, and she’s a terror in the kitchen!

Best thing she can do is use her quirk to make something. She’s good at this! Why is she failing?!

“Aaargh!!! What am I gonna do?!” The girl screamed, yanking on her hair. It’s too late to call up Sato to make something, and if it wasn't then she’d have to explain who she was giving the chocolates to- and she’s not telling anyone from U.A. she’s dating a villain!

“God, I can imagine my Dad’s face right now...” She furrowed her brows to mimic Aizawa. “Your so reckless, Keiko!” She deepened her voice mockingly. “Your Mum would at least go off with a bang-” Keiko’s eyes widen.... “THAT’S IT! I KNOW WHAT TO GIVE DABI!!”

-2 hours of CHAOTICNESS laaaaaater-

Dabi was confused when he got a text from the little pipsqueak to meet on the roof...in his old neighborhood. He shoved down the little paranoid voice, not wanting to believe she figured out his secret. This is Keiko! The supposed brat of Hell-Raiser, so she says. She’s smart and a little crazy, but there’s no way she’d-

“Dabi boo!”

He groaned at the lame nickname, looking up at the brat. “What?”

“Just in time! Come on up!”

Dabi shudders as a blood snake coiled around him and lifted him up to the roof. “What, no ladder?” He sneered, smelling the blood on his clothes.

“Too much hassle.” The shorter girl hopped up and grabbed a little twig, waving it like a wand. “Ready for some fireworks?”

The brunt man shrugged until he saw the house the twig was directed at, his cyan blue eyes widening.

No. Fucking. Way.

“Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary folk!” Keiko shouted in an announcer voice, “gather round, gather round! Sit back, relax, and please stay in your seats! Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn!” She giggled, holding up a bag of popcorn and tossing it to a frozen Dabi.

“And enjoy the shoooow!!”

Keiko grins as she holds up a trigger, pressing down on the red button.....

The night sky lit up as the bombs went off, colorful sparks emerging and shooting up into the sky in an explosive display. The fireworks going off like cannon fire! The house went up in beautiful flames, setting off more fireworks and causing mass hysteria in the neighborhood.

Keiko couldn't stop giggling, bordering cackling, as she did a little dance. This was just beautiful! And all it took her was two hours!

“Keiko....” Came the low and gravelly voice.

She froze, a bit caught off guard by the tone. Did Dabi not like it? Was it not the Todoroki house? She triple-checked everything!

“N-No one was inside, so no b-bodies-” The black eyed girl was backed up against a chimney as Dabi stared down at her with burning blues, gripping her top in his fists.

“Dabi wait! I- Mphff?!”

Mismatched lips crashed against her own soft ones in a kiss, teeth clacking as he forced her mouth open with his wickedly hot tongue. It was rough, it was primal, it was Dabi. Keiko utterly melt as she grabbed onto her boyfriend’s coat and jumped up, hooking her legs around his hips. Goosebumps erupt along her body as his warm hands found her thin waist and pressed her harder against the brick.

A wanton mewl and gasp left her kiss swollen lips, pulling back to breathe but leaving her neck opened for an attack of burning lips and teeth.

“H-H-Happy Val-Valentines day,” she gasped and moaned out in Dabi’s ear. “T-Touya~”

-- -- --

Tomura Shigaraki x Violet Chisaki (yes the Chisaki family are witches)

Violet stared at the table, looking between the box of chocolates she made and love potions and charms book.

On the one hand, she can give the chocolates to Shigaraki and listen to him berate how terrible they are.

Or she could just cast a love spell on him, making him her slave of passion for all eternity.

SMACK

“Ow!”

“I thought I told you to keep those books away from me,” her older brother grumbled, unrolling the newspaper and reading it. The purplenette stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, rubbing her head where the paper smacked it.

“It’s just a last resort-”

“It’s cheating! Violet, I know Mother raised you better than that! Forcing someone to love isn't, nor will it ever be, real love”

“But Kaaaaaaaaiiiii!” Violet sniffles, holding up a chocolate. “My candies are awful! I tried to make them unique, but that flunked...”

The older man sighed as he tugged down his face mask and popped the bonbon into his mouth, eating it and tasting what was in it.

Coco. Peanut butter. And-

Kai spits it into the sink, hacking as he rinses his mouth out with the handheld sprayer. “Eye of newt! You added cucumber into chocolate?!”

“According to Foodpairing-”

“No! No, no, no!” The golden eye man kept repeating as he tossed out the rest, much to his sister’s shrieks. “No sister of mine is going to poison Shigaraki before I do! Grab your apron and a clean bowl, we’re making a new batch!”

-2 hours cuz author is idk-

Shigaraki groans as he looks at the calendar on his phone. It’s Valentines Day! Great....another day as a single-

Cutie Witch: Hey baby! Got something for you! <3

“Oh right, I have a girlfriend.” He sighs, feeling stupid. It’s not like Violet isn't cool, she’s badass! She’s an actual witch!

Expect he and her brother don't see eye to eye...ever. So it’s always intense when he visits. Silent threats are made, Tomura always checks his bed and literally everything, rude gestures are made, and once he found a dead bird on his desk. Violet ended up going on a tyrant with her brother, screaming about how the relationship won’t fail; so that’s what a dead bird means.

He got a picture sent to him. And he started laughing.

Cutie Witch: My bro and I are terrible chocolate makers...sorry 🥺 Do you wanna get dinner instead?

God, Shigaraki loves his little witchy girl! Plus the look of angry embarrassment on Chisaki’s face? Bonus!!

Supreme Gamer Boi: Sure! I’ll buy!

Now he just has to beg Kurogiri for money...

-- -- --

Hitoshi Shinso x Alessia Corvo

Alessia looked at herself in the mirror, staring at the burns and exposed teeth on the right lower half of her face. The ceramic mask went back on, sealing against her jaw. Her grey eyes darkened as she stared at it, anger filling her as she remembers-

“Kitten?”

She looks up to see her husband behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. “Everything okay..?”

A tired sigh left white haired woman. “No...I can't stop staring at it, remembering...”

“Kitty cat,” Hitoshi pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “No one expects you to forget it, no one does. But...don’t you think it’s time to see a doctor about the scar?”

They been talking about this for a while now. There are doctors that can heal these types of scars, and she’s even considered a few of them. But it’s hard...it’s because of this scar that she became such a bitter woman.

“I can hear your thoughts babe...” Hitoshi said, never looking away from her eyes. “Your the woman you are because of you. Not this scar, not him, no one else but you made Nevermore. And I’m proud to be your husband.”

Alessia sighs, feeling so tired as she turned to properly look at the taller man and leans into his chest. “Thanks baby...sorry for such a shitty Valentines day.”

“Are you kidding? Seeing you, is always a gift.”

She smiles softly, eyes fluttering as she listens to his heart. The sound soothing her as she falls asleep in his arms.

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TOMORROW: Deku, Hawks, Shouto! AND Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and maybe even more! Stay tuned!

[valis-the-coffee-demon]

Hay alguna OC que puedas darme para que SwapF se la cosh- digo digo ..... para que le de mucho cariñito y lof friendly?(???? :^

[iceemoondemon]

its katie jones, my smol lapis lazuli child

she cutee

i drew this while waiting for @glitchrichart to do his part of the art trade

(> w <)

katie @blueiceegirl

[oolathurman]

what do your ocs names mean? they sound nice

omg ty! ;0; some of them, their names are pretty much just a little bit of keysmashing until it looks right (enough vowels, easy to say, stuff like that) but as far as the ones that have meaning or taken from in-universe languages, lemme think... 

Coshbyss: Taken from two words in this fan zabraki dictionary - specifically, the names section. “Cosh” means “pride,” as in “pride of the family,” and “byss” is a variation of “Bez,” referring to someone who “protects her young.” Since I wanted to go with the idea of protection, I tried to find an alternate spelling of Bez, which is apparently a feminine name only? (but gender binaries are wonky anyway so who cares lmao) But yeah tried to find an alternate spelling that sounded less harsh than “Bez” - since the Z made it a very harsh sounding name.

Rakeshi’s daughters, Mirho Kutaau, and Phida, are all names derived from Greek numerology and/or the Greek alphabet! (Rakheshi, however, was a keysmash name. Same with his surname Keiroda.)

Chaf’aul’iflar aka Fauli was difficult because holy shit, chiss names y’all. I did want something where the core name sounded very... cute? sweet? so finding the house names and core names etc that’d actually fit the bill took.... weeks, i think. lmao.

عارف aka Arif: It’s an Arabic name that refers to someone who’s an expert in their field, or something similar to that. He’s an intelligence agent, so his name ties into that!

Athenyia: Derived from goddess Athena! 

Howlite: I just. Really wanted an OC that had a type of precious/semi-precious stone as a name. It was a little easier to find Chiss names this time, which was nice! 

Davi Mingxin: First name is literally just “David” with the last D taken off. Mingxin is derived from 明星, which pretty much means “celebrity” though the individual characters mean “bright” and “star” individually.

Wanwo: variation of the romanization of 望和. afaik, individually, the first character means either “to expect, to hope for” etc., or refers to the full moon. Second should mean something like “peace” I think?

Ying Zii: very loose interpretation (and definitely wrong lol) of the romanization of 明淨, “luminous.”

Kara Wren: A Mandalorian derived name. Kara refers both to the stars and to a ruling council composed of former leaders to Mandalorians. (I guess I have a lot of star/space based names lmao) and Wren is a surname taken from Sabine Wren from star wars rebels, aka my daughter and Mandalore of my heart.

Ming Long: she’s from the movie era, I think her name is pretty much 明龍 (simplified; 明龙) and second character means dragon. (shiny dragon? star dragon? something like that? :’D ) and her Knight of Ren name is Heung - 香. It’s the first part of the characters that make up the name Hong Kong, which means “fragrant harbor.” Which means her knight name would be Heung Ren, which could be translated to 香人. I kinda wanted to have a pun/ridiculous-ish name for her title, so there you go. :’)

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[outpost51]

ghost hunt and secret for cosh and dekdek pls i love them

[oc asks: not-so-nice edition]

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

oh boy i’m gonna need a cut for this oops oops i'm sorry this got really long really fast

Dekdek is haunted by the memory of her nyityof companions that didn’t make it home. Her nyityof started uneventful enough; like other uknuks before her, she made the trek with her traveling companions — Toz Morningsun, Govi Mossyplum, and Zuzu Earlybloom — from Makafe Commune to the bustling Themis Spaceport to rent a charter ship. It was there they met Gatha, who was looking for a helping hand on her voyage, and they just so happened to have eight hands perfect for helping. Their first stop, in the Ellyt'it System one cluster over, consisted mostly of loading cargo and Gatha’s (definitely exaggerated) tales of her many adventures across the galaxy. En route to the cargo’s destination, however, they were set upon by pirates. Dekdek was in the cockpit at the time fixing a few loose panels; quick thinking by their captain saved both of their lives — Gatha stashed Dekdek beneath her shirt and pleaded with the pirate captain for mercy. They were both dead anyway if he didn’t, so it was worth a shot.

He did.

Dekdek’s companions didn’t have the same luck.

Neither Dekdek nor Gatha took their deaths well, but neither Dekdek nor Gatha particularly cared for mercy. They waited for the crew to go to sleep, planted a few explosives around the ship, and made for the escape pod. One of the jerry-rigged explosives detonated early. Gatha only just managed to snatch Dekdek up before she was shut on the wrong side of the escape pod’s blast door. Dekdek suffered burns on the left side of her body and Gatha ultimately ended up losing her right arm. It took them a year and a half to procure another ship and take it from ‘garbage’ to ‘will probably survive a few jumps’, and from there, Gatha took Dekdek home to Makafe Commune. Dekdek had all that time to move past the guilt of losing her companions. Seeing the little caves Toz and Govi and Zuzu would never return to brought it all back. Of course everyone was happy she was safe and home and alive, and warmly welcomed her very large, sad friend, too, but all the tinkering with her caregiver, Boki, and hugs from her mama, Tulo, and snuggle piles with all her neighbors and nest-siblings wouldn’t resurrect her friends.

It took a very long walk across the wilderness with Patriarch Mogi to shake the depression from her shoulders; they talked about what happened, he told her what a disaster his own nyityof had been — his companions had been eaten by wildlife on Pruna — and they concluded their trek at the memorial field: where they laid to rest the spirits of all the brave and adventurous uknuks who never made it home. It happened often, he told her, and it’s why they never forced anyone to leave on a nyityof. It was a dangerous galaxy out there for little uknuks, and everyone accepted the risk when they left the communes that they might not come home with all the pieces they left with, or even at all.

Speaking of missing pieces, Cosh also had a pretty fucked up time away from home — he’s five years Dekdek’s senior and very much the annoying older brother she always begged her parents for. He’s haunted by a lost crew, too, and he’s got a reminder that’s a lot harder to hide; somewhere out in dark space, there’s a burned-out husk of a derelict freighter that serves as the final resting place for seven of the bravest souls Cosh has ever met — and his left hand, probably. Bits of it, anyway. Rest in pieces, Lefty, you were the best companion an uknuk could ask for on cold, lonely—

Ahem.

He shrugs it off, dodges the subject, and meets every question about his past with a joke or a question of his own, and that’s how he copes with the fact that — though his crewmates would never see it that way, and it was in fact just. a horrible fucking accident no one could have predicted — it’s his fault the Stolen Star is nothing more than a charred coffin.

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

If anyone’s hunting Dekdek, they’ll be chasing a ghost for a long, long time. During the year and a half she and Gatha were trying to get the fuck home, they became paranoid, jumping at shadows and cowering any time they spotted anyone who looked a little too much like that pirate captain — just in case, it was always ‘just in case’ with them. Better safe than sorry. This does not, of course, apply to any machine she touches. No, those require a fair bit of faith and possibly a kick-start and/or a lead container. Though when you really think about it, why else would someone that paranoid rig so much shit to explode, set traps and tripwires around any hotel room she has to stay in, take things apart and put them back together just a little bit wrong?

Just in case, right?

She only lets her guard down during the night cycle, when she burrows under Gatha’s blankets to sleep.

Cosh, though. There’s a reason he checks the guns and hull’s integrity and shield generators over and over and over again. There’s a reason he makes sure Dekdek’s ‘fuckin’ experiments’ have failsafes and killswitches. There’s a reason he doesn’t sleep when Dekdek’s asleep despite also being naturally diurnal, and barely sleeps when it’s his shift. There’s a reason he doesn’t take his eyes off the system console for hours at a time — Suzo refused his request for a bucket, the germophobic bitch, but that’s why a ship never has just one engineer.

It doesn’t take much to cause a catastrophic failure in space.

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Let’s lighten things up a bit, huh?

Dekdek chews on her thumbclaw in her sleep. Her street cred would be ruined.

Cosh cheats at cards every fucking time. Rees still hasn’t figured it out.

[caladran]

Cosh and Sonnet~

[ecunderbase]

*shoots a ref for another gw2 OC I've never introduced before out of a T-shirt cannon at you*

i have color coded the leaves on his back in an attempt to show how they are like interwoven 👌

anyway, this guy's name is Orange Fantam, because no one can stop me from naming my toons after soda UwU

he is basically Taimi's lab assistant / bodyguard. and when I say he's a "bodyguard" what I mean is he stands around looking bodyguard-ish, so when anyone tries to tell Taimi she "can't do stuff alone, because she's too small/young/weak or whatever" she can be like no, you see, i have this big dude to protect me (he basically never actually has to do that) and lift heavy things (okay he does do that pretty often)

also he has an Asuran boyfriend named Cosh, who is small and nervous. akin to a chihuahua

[divinitatem]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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“I am in no mood --!” Sam snapped, staring down the bastard who’d decided a little woman in a Lowtown backalley made too tempting of a target to be resisted. He just grinned at her, showing one front tooth made of gold, and she shook her head almost regretfully as she shifted her weight.

“You know what your problem is?” she said after a very active few minutes. The man, entirely unconscious and bubbling blood frothing on his lips, didn’t answer. She toed him in the ribs with a booted foot, then shrugged. She could talk to herself as easily as to him; she probably made a better conversationalist, in any case. Though he probably made a better one unconscious than he would have conscious, too, so that was something.

The gold tooth, she wiped clean...ish...on the man’s own pants, tucking it away in a pouch inside her clothing which clinked quietly with other small treasures to be sold on.

“Your problem,” she said to him as she grabbed him by the boots and dragged him back into the deeper shadows, uncaring of the way his hard skull bounced over the rough cobbles. He was already going to have one Void of a headache, anyway. “Is a fundamental lack of ambition. Common thieves like you are what give the Coterie a bad name. We’re a guild. We’ve got rules, and history. We’re going somewhere, unlike you, just jumping every vaguely nice-dressed woman you see in an alley and hoping she’s got coin in her pockets.”

Sweet Sam Trouble -- not really her name, but when she was younger everyone had said she’d grow up to be trouble, so she’d decided to prove them right -- put her hands on her hips and looked down at the fellow. Maybe he was new in town. The gold tooth said pirate, and jumping the Coterie’s best forger said outsider. But he didn’t look like any sailor she’d ever seen. Maybe he was just down on his luck. Maybe he was just that desperate.

She stood looking at the man, wondering. Digging into his pockets, she found a cheap pot-metal locket of the sort sold by traveling tinkers and popped it open. The miniatures inside weren’t painted, they were just rough little charcoal sketches sprayed with cheap fixative, but the faces of the woman and the little boy were pretty clear. 

“Ah, fuck,” Sam muttered to herself. Wrestling with herself for a second, she finally tugged a coin out of her pocket and dropped it on his forehead, right between the eyes where there was already a bruise coming up from her cosh. “You made me late and you managed to get a coin out of me anyway,” she told him, exasperated.

Coterie or not, going somewhere or not, she’d never get herself anywhere if she didn’t toughen up a little. But still, there was a little bounce in her step when she left the alley behind, heading for the Hanged Man and her appointment. This job could be a big one, her favorite kind.

[trulycertain]

On names

Because this post made me think about names way too much.

Morgana Amell was named for the first witch/mage who came to mind, and also for the reviled misanthrope who changed the course of a kingdom. Of course, BioWare got there first with Morrigan. My face was a picture when she was introduced. I also just liked the sound of “Morgana Amell” - it has a nice ring to it. Lots of interesting vowels, rises and falls, almost like a cast spell.

Guinevere Hawke was named because I heard you could end up Viscount. Crown in concept art. Theme. Etc.

Yvaine Esmerelda Trevelyan was named partly because she was a jobbing knight-errant/paladin character type in terms of personality, despite being a mage. I chose Owain/Ywain, as he was one of the lesser-known, more questing knights. The fact he’s the Knight of the Lion was purely coincidental (hell, originally I was torn between Cassandra and Blackwall for romances). She was also partly named, yes, for Stardust - after all, she was blonde, dragged on a great quest against her will and almost pathologically snarky. That and I truly loved the “evening star” meaning; I suspect that was a Gaiman creation, but he credits it as an obscure Scottish name, and that was one of the cultures I drew on for my Marches headcanons. “Esmerelda” is a nod to Esmerelda Weatherwax, another no-nonsense healer, and was also given partly in memory of Terry Pratchett in general. I tend to headcanon that, much like in real life, Marcher nobles are often given big, unwieldy names (and as someone with way too many middle names, I wanted a character to share my pain). I wanted something older and unexpected for Yvaine’s middle name.

Koshrokaar Adaar was named back when we hadn’t been given much info about Qunlat, partly because I liked the syllables and partly as a nod to Shokrakar. I actually originally planned on playing an f!Adaar named Shro (same name), but Kosh happened and I never looked back. Also, I headcanon until we’re told clearly otherwise that his name translates as something like “peaceful one,” or “one who brings peace,” but his parents realised that his nickname sounded like “cosh”, as in “big stick to hit things with,” and were far too amused by this. Well, that’s certainly one way to bring peace. Named partly for his shy, calm nature, even as a kid. Koshrokaar is Qunlat, but not a trad Qunari name, as it’s more about what you are than what you do; that was a conscious choice on the part of his parents. 

Galahad Owen Keir Trevelyan was named partly because I considered “Calenhad,” but I already had a character named Cal and I wanted to stick with the Arthurian theme. Galahad was also known for his clarity of purpose and moral purity, and his utter, singleminded devotion to a greater purpose, which Gal shares. He believes the only useful thing he has to give is sacrifice, and he needs to get his mission done regardless of personal cost. (As I said in another post, Gal most definitely is not named for Galahad’s chasteness. *snort* He got very bored as an Ostwick noble, and had certain ways of alleviating that.) French naming/mythology is also appropriate for him, because I went with French and German elements for his Ostwick, partly inspired by traditional romantic/chivalric tales and Chretien de Troyes stuff; Gal is the most explicit, proper chevalier/paladin archetype I’ve written. Owen is just gender-swapped “Yvaine,” because in another universe... well; it’s a nod to the fact they’re each other’s equivalents and she exists somewhere out there. “Keir” is for Keir Hardie, another grumpy type who accidentally ended up changing a political system, and also because I have often called Gal “the most Scottish-looking character who is not actually Scottish I have ever created” (his whole look was partly Viking and partly Celt-inspired).

...Damn, I love names far too much. Are there any specific reasons for you lot naming your OCs, or idiosyncratic meanings?

[hello-im-a-mess]

Pavlove [Responsibilities]

Bandom: Fall Out Boy Main pairing: Patrick Stump/OC Genre: Romance, drama, humor Setting: Boxing AU Rating: T Type: Multi-chapter Read on: Wattpad, FFN, AO3 Chapters: one | two | three

Synopsis: In which a boxer and singer somehow meet and fall in love. And how it’s better to overcome life’s hardships together.

A/N: Inspired by this imagine but it’s going to be a while before I get to that point of the story. Enjoy (I hope)!

Grey

The door hadn’t completely shut behind me and my duffel bag hadn’t even slid off my shoulder before Peti crashed into me.

“Mija! Tell me—did you win? You had to have won! Right? Right?”

She held my face and neck so tight in her hands that it was difficult (and not to mention annoying) to answer her. “Off cosh I von.”

Her brown eyes brightened again and I indulged her bear hugs and quick pecks on my face. I winced when her lips pressed too hard on the cut inside my cheek. “Sorry, mija. Did you get hurt too much?”

I shook my head. “Nothing I can’t handle, Tía.” I allowed myself to relax in her arms and rested my head onto her shoulder. She was soft and smelled like coffee, sugar, and her favorite perfume. “Can I have some Abuelita’s?”

Peti pinched my side in response and I yanked myself from her. “You can’t have chocolate this late at night! Besides, you’ll break out.”

I sent a tired smile at her. “You would worry about that.”

“Well someone has to. You work on your strength while I make sure you still have sex appeal.”

“You know what? I’m going to bed now. Good night.”

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