#oc: d side!luci

[world0fmadness]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ✩ ˚ FIRE AND ICE

kimi raikkonen x cky / jackass member! wife! reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter x ( platonic! ) oc son

featuring: a daughter called tilly because it’s just such a pretty name and some dico and rake slander

faceclaim: assorted but mainly lucy liu

୨୧ okay so the timeline on this one is a little messy but please just deal with it <3 i imagine they met when they were around 21, had their daughter when they were around 28 and married when they were around 30… so their daughter is around 16 years old… is that messy? a lot of this is from the pov of their daughter and fan accounts since social media wasn’t really a thing in the early 2000’s and stuff…

reading music recommendations: lost in a contraption by cky - along comes mary by bloodhound gang - your sweet 666 by him

loveuyn: thinking about how in an old interview yn said she was going to keep her first ever car so it can be her future child’s first car and now tilly has it and absolutely loves it 🥹 photos from tilly’s social media

ckylvr: it’s so crazy seeing her drive the car that was featured in SO much of the early cky stuff 💔 every time i see her post it i do the leonardo dicaprio point like “ oh! that’s the car bam jumped off while it sped down a road ”

❤️ liked by tillyraikkonenln

ynlnstomponme: i hope yn cleaned it REALLY good lmao… the amount of times people have been caught on video vomiting in it is genuinely nuts

> loveuyn: not to mention the blood lmao 😭

> ynlnsbackhand: if that car could talk…

> loveuyn: if that car could talk it’d be taking yn to court straight away for pain and suffering

tillyraikkonenln: the best part about being a late 2000’s baby is you get all your parents cool vintage stuff :D

ynraikkonenln ✔️: you’re grounded for a year

> tillyraikkonenln: i’m sorry mom :(

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> iluvf1: teens calling stuff their parents used when THEY were teens “vintage” just to annoy them is so funny to me

> loveuyn: crying rn, the time tilly was on live and someone commented to ask yn and kimi about AOL “ what the hell is AOL”… and yn immediately giving her a whole history on how she used to flirt with boys in her school over AOL while kimi and tilly just watched her ramble from the side

> oldf1lvr: she needed to educate her baby on the old ways real quick 😭

> kimicelover: kimi had SO MUCH love in his eyes on that livestream… i want what they have

oldf1lvr: tilly, who’s your favourite grid uncle?

> tillyraikkonenln: seb!

> sebastianvettel ✔️: the greatest medal of honour! thank you tilly, come visit soon - sebastian ❤️

> lewishamilton ✔️: what at am i? chopped liver?

> tillyraikkonenln: sorry uncle lew :3

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> jackass4ever: favourite jackass uncle?

> tillyraikkonenln: CHRIS! definitely chris

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> chrispontious ✔️: thank you very much tilly, always knew you were smarter than your mother

> ynraikkonenln ✔️: get lost 🙄

ckylvr: the amount of HIM and CKY pin badges you can spot in that pile 💔 take me backkkk

jackass4ever: what’s the nastiest thing your mom did on cky? in your opinion…

> tillyraikkonenln: kissed dico and rake 😟

loveuyn: yn’s grid milf fashion highlight ❤️

tillyraikkonenln: i don’t think i’ll ever get used to people calling my mother a milf :(

> iluvf1: lmao poor tilly 😭

oldf1lvr: kimi in the third picture in a boring ass button up and jeans… i hate m*n

> ynlnsbackhand: she’s EVERYTHING, he’s just ken

iluvf1: i miss seeing her interact with fans in the paddock so much, bring our mom back ��

> tillyraikkonenln: she misses interacting with people in the paddock! they’ll visit soon, her and dad have just been busy with KJ ❤️

> new2f1: KJ? who is that?

> oldf1lvr: it’s their son! they haven’t revealed his name or anything yet since he’s only 5 so they call him KJ because according to yn he’s a double of kimi

> iluvf1: kimi’s genes are incredible because tilly looks EXACTLY like him too 😭

> loveuyn: she’s a double of kimi look wise but has the exact same personality as yn

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loveuyn: gentle reminder of these adorable pictures yn posted when she was pregnant with KJ ( and the only pictures we have of him so far )

ynlnsbackhand: her comfy mom era was her best era, fight me

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oldf1lvr: baby KJ 🥹 you can’t even see his face but you can tell he totally IS a copy of kimi

kimicelover: i wonder if KJ will be the future racer, since tilly is more into skateboarding and photography?

❤️ liked by tillyraikkonenln

> iluvf1: maybe! but is the grid really prepared for another iceman 🫣

jackass4ever: i love how whenever she’s in the jackass movies she’s still a total hardass but the second it comes to her babies she just crumbles 🥹

> kimicelover: it’s the same with kimi! he’s still ice cold to most people but the second he sees tilly, KJ or yn he just melts and there’s SO much video evidence of it 💔

ynraikkonenln: my little girl helping me and kimi celebrate our anniversary by cooking dinner for us ❤️

tillyraikkonenln: i burned literally everything… and i’m not a little girl anymore, i’m 16 :(

> kimiraikkonen ✔️: we’re still grateful and you’ll always be our little girl kulta 💙

❤️ liked by ynraikkonenln and tillyraikkonenln

> tillyraikkonenln: oh and did you have to include that picture of me washing up?

> kimiraikkonen ✔️: yes, she did, it’s pretty unbelievable for a teen so we need people to see photo evidence

loveuyn: yn ln… then and now 🥹

tillyraikkonenln: black and white filter on the first pictures made me think my own mother was dead for a second…

> loveuyn: sorry tilly 😭

iluvf1: goddamn, this woman has aged like fine wine…

ynlnsbackhand: just me who thinks she’s got hotter with age?

> oldf1lvr: definitely not just you…

> kimicelover: kimi too though… they’re both so hot as older people… i want them BOTH so bad 😭

jackass4ever: genuinely HOW is this the woman that let dico pee on her in her sleep and only hit him with a belt after?

> oldf1lvr: sorry WHAT?

> loveuyn: the iceland incident…

> ynlnsbackhand: at least ryan got back at him properly for her

> ynlnslighter: those belt whips she gave dico were fucking crazy what do you mean 😭

> ynlnsbackhand: HE PISSED ON HER

> ckylvr: everyone was pissing on each other in iceland, wtf was in the air over there?

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ ˚ NEW ADDED BONUS ˚ ୨୧ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

her parents are in love… gross

tillyraikkonenln: sigh… my parents are still SO in love even after like… 60 years… nasty

kimiraikkonen ✔️: cheeky girl… thank you for taking these pictures kulta 💙

> tillyraikkonenln: wonder who i get that from… you’re welcome isä <3

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ynraikkonenln ✔️: 60 YEARS? you’re pushing your luck missy… love you

❤️ liked by kimiraikkonen and tillyraikkonenln

kimiynlover: if i don’t ever have a love like theirs i have failed at life 💔

sebastianvettel ✔️: KJ is getting big! sending my love ❤️ - sebastian

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[c0smic-dawn]

×,.·´¨'°÷·..§SELF-SABOTAGE§.·´¨'°÷·.. -a Soobin smau (+ written chapters)

Summary: After (Y/n) breaks up with her ex, Do Jaeyi, she isn’t left alone by him. Finally after being bothered nonstop, she breaks and tells him she is dating her high school rival, Choi Soobin. Now they are left to keep up the act of being a couple till this all blows over. Little does (Y/n) know Soobin has been waiting for a chance like this.

a/n: here we go again with me attempting another smau! I’m more excited about this one because I actually planned stuff for once :D I really wanted to try my hand again at one of these and wanted to try an enemies to lovers type situation

☆Rating: 16+

☆Release date: March 2nd, 2023

☆Ending date: August 15th, 2023

☆Status: ended

☆Pairing: Choi Soobin x Fem! Reader, mentions of past relationship with an OC, and maybe some pairings on the side if I wanna add some spice ;D

☆Content: smau with written chapters, fluff, crack (idk if it really is bc I don’t really think I’m that funny), some angst at some point tbh, fake dating, semi-enemies to lovers, semi-mutual pining, psych major!(y/n), dancer!(y/n), psych major!soobin, barista!beomgyu, college!au, slow burn ig???

☆Warnings: lots of swearing (I have potty mouth myself so they all will too), some suggestive parts maybe and some mentions of sex but no smut bc smut isn’t something I write, chapters may be long idk yet, I didn’t really pay attention to like grade levels in relation to age so we don’t need to pay attention to if it’s accurate or not

☆Featuring: the rest of txt, lee chaeyeon (iz*one/solo), Lucy (weki meki), probably some other idols in passing

DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of pure fiction and do not represent txt artist, iz*one/solo artist, weki meki artist, any other artist or reflect their actual selves or morals. All in this fan fiction is 100% fake and not real at all

Profiles:

The ass shakers

Soobin’s emotional support group

Chapters:

01. ONE OF US RRRAHHHHHHHHH🦅

02. You see how easy it is to lie?

03. Twinkle toes

04. Don’t HMU😣😭😿💔

05. I’m meeting Lucifer today! (Written, 1.9k + sns) unedited

06. That's the spirit!

07. That is a (Y/n) response

08. Very Soobin core

09. Is that Choi Beomgyu?

10. Soob is a broke ass bitch

11. I was threatened 🥺🥺 (Written, 2k + sns) unedited

12. I do but I don’t :D

13. Darling baby girl

14. FEED ME

15. Slay or be slain

16. Mean girls Christmas routine

17. Love birds (Written, 3.6k) unedited

18. Because sleepover :)))

19. In the words of Twice

20. And I’m Hyojeong

21. SHUT UP ITS GIRLS NIGHT

22. Skill issue

23. Keep my wife’s name out of your mouth

24. I’m concerned (Written, 1.2k + sns) unedited

25. No pics🗣️ No proof🗣️

26. Not you too

27. Oh f*ck

28. Prettiest face I’ve ever seen

29. …what?😃

30. I know. I’ve known.

31. fanfic levels

32. Master manipulator (written, 1.9k + sns) unedited

33. Crush (written, 2k) unedited

34. Limited addition animal crossing switch

35. Epilogue

Bonus!: New privs

Bonus 2!: Daily bf texts

[bethanydelleman]

Giggling at your and anon wishing instead for OPTIONS for Fanny. I was thinking it's odd that Ms. Austen decided that her crush on Edmund was reciprocated at the end when she could've been given justice of some sort with how she's been looked and talked over.

It feels like she's out of choices but then I suppose she is out of choices in the end. This is a woman who is shy in an era where you gotta put yourself out there to be seen by the society and she's not even on a level in a society for her to be out and noticed by the gentlemen even if she does, rank-wise

Which is why my friend and I (who has no talent whatsoever in writing) been talking about this writing idea; a boarding school AU where all the Austen ladies is in it,

Mind you we were just going by vibe and not accurate research, so we put Elinor Dashwood, and Maria Bertram, Mary Crawford and Lucy Steele, Caroline Bingley are in the same year, being the oldest

Eleanor Tilney, Jane Bennet, Emma, and Jane Fairfax are in the same year below the others already mentioned

Elizabeth and Marianne are in the year below them

Mary Bennet and Harriet

Catherine Morland and Lydia Bennet

(the ages are 13-18)

Anne Elliot is one of the matrons

This is kind of controversial, for me and I'm not really a fan of this concept myself tbh, but it'll be kind of a fanfictiony story like the Bridgerton with the society being a little more lenient (lol?); because it's a mixed boarding school

The plot is basically all the stuff in the Austen og universe but they're not all the same, the ages can be tweaked a bit lol, with some plot tangled with the other stories but they're leading to the same endings like, so.....

Catherine doesn't marry while studying, but she keeps talking about the Tilneys because she has a penpal whom she met in Bath before school started, she didn't realize that said penpal has a sister who studies in the same school

Catherine's really that student that just spent most of her time in the library, not studying per se, reading novels, she often has to be told to focus in class for daydreaming

and then one summer vacation spends the entire break at Northanger Abbey,

Later, after new semester starts, Lydia tells her sister in an offhand remark that Catherine seemed really down and her visit to Northanger seemed to be the reason.

Her studies decline even more when she was upset about the whole Gen Tilney situation and one evening she goes to their dorm matron to ask for advice; that's Anne, and there Catherine finds a crying Lucy Steele who had just been visited by Fanny Dashwood and basically well, verbally harassed by a visiting older sister of Edward Ferrars

My friend was adamant we either pair up Fanny Price with an oc (original character) or with~~ Colonel Fitzwilliam, who, in this AU of ours is an exchange student, same with Mr. Willoughby

Willoughby is an exchange student for a year who got attached to Marianne, and then gradually stops replying to her letters after he left their school. Colonel Brandon is one of the school beneficiaries

One of the classes go for a trip to Lyme with Captain Wentworth as one of the guides and that's where Louisa smacks her head and later fellow poetry club member Benwick falls for her (or not! I'm also not comfortable with this pairing tbh.Louisa had a one-sided crush on Capt Wentworth)

I'm sorry this is sooooo long. My friend and O kept going at it from the side of the female characters only tbh and we didn't quite know where to put Darcy and Bingley. Are they students? Or older students visiting from Oxford? Horse riding enthusiasts and club members, sharing a hobby with Elizabeth? We don't know 😂

Hope you like it! It's not going anywhere because we are both not writers, but it's a good giggling source! :D

You should write this! The only thing that makes a "writer" is writing. Go for it. It sounds fun!

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

OC Headcanon Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @illarian-rambling! :D

Rules: use this generator to make headcanons for your OCs. I'll do this for the named characters in Uneasy Money:

If Gilbert was presented with an intergalactic portal, he would enter it without question. Verdict: true!

Tarka cringes at her middle school yearbook photos. Verdict: no such thing as middle school in the setting, but she doesn't like her childhood photos, so true in spirit.

Eric believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover. Verdict: the first part is true. The second was true when he was younger, but not any more.

Arthur doesn't own a single pair of matching socks. Verdict: true.

Nicholas can't handle criticism. Verdict: false, unless the critic is someone he already hates.

Paul role plays on Discord. Verdict: he would if Discord existed in-universe, so true!

Thomas I voted Sans in the tumblr sexyman poll. Verdict: false... I think.

Helena knows the lyrics to every Britney Spears song by heart. Verdict: give her a time machine and this would be true.

Lucy crashed a riding lawn mower into her fence. Verdict: no lawn mowers in the setting, but she absolutely would crash a car, so true!

George is an introvert. Verdict: true, though he dies before the story starts so we never get to learn this first-hand.

Thomas II is an oldest child. Verdict: false on his dad's side, true on his mum's side.

Alec is oblivious to any and all romantic interest someone may show him. Verdict: true, he's too in love with Davit to even notice anyone else.

Davit wakes up on November 1st and starts decorating for Christmas. Verdict: ...this is now true :D

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks, @minamaybe, @zmwrites, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

[evolvingsidekick]

BD - winners where are they now (incomplete)

I think someone requested this somewhere

Most females and recent males because there are just too many to do rn

At companies:

Miriam Gittens (s2013): Gibney Company

Alyssa Allen (s2014): Ballets Jazz Montreal

Brianne Sellars (s2014): Dallas Black Dance Theatre

Ashley Green (s2015): Alvin Ailey American dance Theater

Payton Johnson (j2012, t2015, s2017): L.A. Dance Project

Vivian Ruiz (s2019): Ballet BC

Kelis Robinson (t2018, s2020): The Batsheva Dance Company; The Juilliard School

Kiarra Waidelich (m2016, j2018, t2020): Royal Flux Company

Quinn Starner (t2017): New York City Ballet Corps de Ballet

Emma Sutherland (j2014, t2016): MashUp Contemporary Dance Co.

Sarah Pippin (t2011): Ballet BC

Timmy Blankenship (s2017): Sydney Dance Company; choreographer

Brady Farrar (m2014, j2017, t2021): ABT Junior Company

Easton Magliarditi (t2020): Royal Flux Company

Graham Feeny (t2015): Artistic associate at Gibney Company

Logan Hernandez (t2015): Göteborgs Operans Danskompani

Zenon Zubyk (t2013): Nederlands Dans Theater

Jonathan Wade (j2011, s2016): Rambert Dance Company

Wyeth Walker (s2017): Rubberband Dance Company

Faculty/teacher/choreography:

Lucy Vallely (t2015, s2018): Broadway Dance Center, freelance choreographer

Jayci Kalb ( j2011, t2014, s2016): The Dance Centre; Radio City Clara 2010

Taylor Sieve (s2016): Jump Dance Convention

Jenna Johnson (s2012): DWTS pro, 24 Seven Dance Convention

Jazzmin James (t2012, s2015): faculty several intensives

Jaycee Wilkins (j2015): Club Dance Studio

Sophia Lucia (j2014): Dancelab OC

Brynn Rumfallo (m2014): Strive Dance Workshop (own project)

Talia Seitel (m2012): Project 21 (part-time)

Lex Ishimoto (t2014, s2016): Jump Dance Convention

at University/college:

Ellie Wagner (s2019): Ohio State University Dance Team

Ella Horan (s2021): USC Kaufman

Kayla Mak (m2014, s2021): The Juilliard School; Radio City Clara 2014, 2015

Brianna Keingatti (s2022): The Juilliard School

Julia Lowe (s2023): USC Kaufman

Ava Wagner (j2018): University of Minnesota Dance Team

Avery Gay (m2015, j2017): University of Arizona School of Dance

Leara Stanley (m2011): Duke University

Sam Fine (s2023): USC Kaufman; Young Arts 2022

Seth Gibson: The Juilliard School

Alex Shulman (s2022): New York University Tisch Dance

Joziah German (m2014, t2018, s2020): The Juilliard School

Joey Gertin (t2018): The Juilliard School

Professional dancer/choreographer:

Simrin Player (t2014, s2017): The Voice, Missy Elliot, Justin Bieber, RBD

Jaxon Williard (s2021): Rihanna, Madonna, Lil Nas X

D'Angelo Castro (j2012, t2016, s2019): DWTS troupe

Findlay Mcconnell (t2017, s2019): Tate McRace

Christian Smith (s2018): Tate McRae, NBC's Saved by the Bell

Keanu Uchida (s2014): Dancer the Musical; also a big advocate for protecting dancers and calling out inappropriate behaviour

Eric Schloesser (s2014): Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Dua Lipa, Billie Eilish, J Balvin; choreographer, creative director, designer; Dana Foglia Dance Company

Other/a combo of things:

Bianca Melchior (s2011): actor, dancer, singer; Nick Jonas, Alessia Cara, own music; faculty at On The Floor dance competition

Tate McRae (m2013, j2015, t2018): singer/songwriter

Bostyn Brown (j2016, t2019): Professional assistant at DanceOne

Megan Goldstein (t2017); dancer, photographer

Christina Ricucci (t2013): actor, musician, dancer

Bella Klassen (j2017): The Space, vlogger

Kalani Hilliker (j2013): influencer, teaching at several places (Danceplex, MBA)

Elliana Walmsley (m2018): influencer, DWTS Junior, Radio City Clara 2019

Diana Pombo (m2016): singer/songwriter, dancer, actor; Young Arts voice 2023+2024

Morgan Higgins (t2016, s2018): dancer, aerialist

Zelig Williams (s2013):dancer/actor: MJ the Musical, Hamilton

Daniel Gaymon (s2011): dancer/actor; Broadway (Cats, The Lion King); Hamilton national tour, La La Land

Ricky Ubeda (t2011, s2012): choreographer, actor; Steven Spielberg's West Side Story

Michael Hall (s2015): Saturday Night Fever the Musical, tv dancer in Cairo, Egypt; teacher

Julian Elia (t2014): Steven Spielberg's Westside Story, working on the development of a new Broadway musical

Sage Rosen (t2016): influencer; DWTS Junior

Ryan Maw (j2015, t2017): choreographer, dancer, actor: High School Musical: The Musical - The Series

Holden Maples (j2016, t2019): dancer, teacher, choreographer

Competing/not graduated honorable mentions:

Cameron Voorhees (m2018, j2021, t2023): Evolve Dance Complex; starting career as a teacher/choreographer

Crystal Huang (m2019, j2021, t2023): The Rock Center for Dance, Bayer Ballet Academy; Prix De Lausanne 2024, Young Arts 2024, Radio City Clara 2021

Hailey Bills (m2017, t2022): Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, DWTS Junior

Brightyn Brems (m2017): DWTS Junior

Avery Hall (t2022): Danceology; Young Arts 2023

Savannah Kristich (t2021): The Rock Center For Dance; Twyla Now

Savannah Manzel (m2020): Larkin Dance Studio, Radio City Clara 2023

Kya Massimino (m2021): Radio City Clara 2023

Ian Stegeman (m2019, j2021, t2023): Woodbury Dance Center, Young Arts 2024

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

*materializes into existence*

Hey there :D

Hoping on this surname train bc yusssss :3

Here's a list from one of my WIPs

Logan Anderson

Patton Everheart

Virgil Marcello

Janus Deveraux

Remus Guerrero

Roman Guerrero

Other characters that aren't the Sides

Thomas Anderson-Sanders

Luciano "Luci" Marcello

Remone "Remy" Guerrero

All of these are from my WIP titled Lampshades. It's a LAMP/Polysanders fic that may never see the light of day.

Luciano is an OC and Virgil's older twin brother :D

Heyo :}D OOOOH!!! Oml those are S O damn good I L O V E those!!! I've never seen them before but it really suits them!!!

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 4: Barren

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy receives some news.

Word Count: 1,865    

Notes: Some light angst for y’all. Takes place before the events of season 1. Warnings for depictions of pregnancy scares, infertility, and references to menstruation, past sexual assault, sexual content, drug use, and abortion.   

Previous Part • Series • Next Part

It was a Thursday when she realized that her blood was over two weeks late.

Not that she’d ever been particularly regular to begin with. Perhaps that was why it had been so easy for her to lose track. That and the constant list of tasks that she kept in her head, spinning like a record player. From one thing onto the next. Her days were full from dawn to well past dark most of the time. Taking notes for Tommy at meetings, gathering intel on the latest mark he’d given her, helping out around the betting shop or at Charlie’s yard. 

She wouldn’t have even thought much of it, had it not been for the uncharacteristic, extreme fatigue that hung heavy over her for the past week, or the consistent, throbbing headache and dizziness in her skull.

Sitting there at her desk, staring off into space, she bit her lip. Oh, no. No. No.

She and Tommy had never even really talked about children. But she knew from watching him interact with them that he loved them. It was almost a certainty that he wanted them. The idea had, on occasion, danced across her mind, carrying with it a sharp stab of anxiety.

Lucy liked children. Didn’t even mind the idea of raising one or two. But the idea of carrying one inside her, pushing it out when it was the size of a watermelon, was not something she’d ever considered to be a particular personal goal. The entire process really all seemed quite horrifying to her.

Prior to Tommy, she’d never thought she would even feel safe enough to be with a man after what happened with Matthew. Maybe that was why the thought of someday having children had always seemed so abstract and out of reach to her. 

Fingers pressed to her lips, she fought hard to keep her breathing steady. To stave off the panic attack spreading through her chest. It was probably nothing. It was very possible she was just late due to stress. 

Or it could be the product of her spending every night for the past month with Tommy’s cock buried inside her.

Lucy groaned, letting her head fall to settle on her hands on her desk. Oh, she was so fucking fucked.

∗ ∗ ∗

She watched Polly like a hawk throughout the entire meeting, looking for any signs that the Shelby matriarch sensed something in her. Tommy had once told her that Polly was a more accurate pregnancy test than going to the doctor. That she’d sensed it each time, without fail, when his mother had been pregnant with his younger siblings. Sometimes even before she’d started to suspect it herself.

Nothing. Not even an eye twitch. It wasn’t rare for Polly to ignore her unless she had no other choice. Lucy supposed that she should be relieved. But instead the lack of a concrete answer just left her feeling jittery.

“You alright?” Tommy asked as they walked side by side down the street after the meeting had concluded.

“Hm? Yeah. Why?”

“You’ve been quiet,” he frowned, eyes examining her face carefully. “And you look…paler than usual. Are you sick?”

“No. No. I don’t…think so. I’ve just been getting these headaches the past couple of days,” she rubbed at a temple. It wasn’t exactly a lie. “Actually I was thinking of going to the doctor and getting a prescription for some pain killers. If it hasn’t let up by tomorrow.”

“I can go to the nine o’clock meeting by myself. You can go then and meet me after.”

“You’re sure?”

He shrugged. 

“Okay,” she could feel his eyes still boring into the side of her head. He probably knew that she wasn’t telling him something. He was too perceptive not to. But he didn’t push it. Lucy wasn’t sure if she was grateful or not for that.

She should have told him the truth. But she wasn’t sure how he would react. She didn’t think he would be angry, or kick her out, or run away or anything like that, but…

There just wasn’t any point in getting him all mentally tied up in this either until she knew for sure, anyway. Tommy had enough to think about already; he didn’t need to be worrying about a baby that may or may not even exist.

∗ ∗ ∗

Her legs swung back and forth in the air as she sat against the edge of the examination table. The doctor’s lips had pursed as she rattled off her symptoms before he set about examining her, frown only deepening before he swept out of the room with a mumble, leaving her to sit anxiously by herself. When he came back, he handed her a little prescription slip.

“You have an iron deficiency. I’ve written you a prescription for some tablets.”

“Oh,” she looked down at the little slip. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“So, I’m not…”

The doctor’s brow furrowed. “Of course not,” his assuredness in his answer caught her off guard. At the sight of her frown, he sat down very slowly in the chair beside her. “You don’t know.”

“Know what?”

And then he rambled off some very complicated medical jargon, only half of which made sense to her. But the more he talked, the more the meaning, the outcome of everything he was telling her, started to make sense. 

“I can’t have children.”

He looked at her with wide, sympathetic eyes. “No, you can’t. I’m sorry…I thought you already knew.”

“No,” she whispered, sitting there with her eyes staring at the wall, hands braced against the edge of the table she was still sitting on. “There’s really no chance? At all?”

The solemn look on his face was enough of an answer, even before he shook his head. 

You’re empty inside. Polly had said to her shortly after she first joined up with them. Turns out she’d been right in more ways than one.

Taking in a slow, deep breath, Lucy nodded, reaching to grab her coat, riffling through the pockets until she pulled out a stack of notes, holding them out to the doctor.

“You won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Of course,” he said, taking the notes and tucking them away.

“If Mr. Shelby asks, I just came in for a headache and you gave me the prescription for the tablets, that’s all.”

The doctor hesitated.

“You won’t be lying.”

“If Mr. Shelby asks, and then finds out I omitted information…”

“I’ll make sure you aren’t punished. You have my word.”

The doctor nodded, slowly. “Okay.”

Turning the prescription paper over in her hand, she held it up. “This will help with the headaches, yes?”

“They should.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded, moving to the door. Hand gripping the doorknob, he turned. “There are other options, you know.”

“That’ll be all, thank you,” she didn’t look at him as she jumped off the table. The door creaked as it opened, then closed.  

∗ ∗ ∗

“What did the doctor say?” Tommy asked, closing the door to his office as soon as they were both inside.

“I have an iron deficiency. He wrote me a prescription for some tablets,” she held up the paper for him to see.

“That’s what was causing the headaches?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. Tommy’s hand reached out to catch at her wrist, thumb stroking the back of her hand.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Eyes snapping up at him, she felt her face soften at the sight of concerned blue eyes. He really had been worried about her. Sweet man, much as he might try to hide it. When she reached up, to brush his dark fringe from his forehead, his eyes fluttered, and he smiled softly at her.  

She almost blurted out the truth right there, but bit her tongue. Perhaps later, when they weren’t in the middle of work.

And she still needed some time to herself, to process all of it. 

The shock was starting to wear off, and, to replace it, had come a tremble of relief. And with the relief, confusion. Because she was pretty sure that wasn’t how she was supposed to feel. There should be grief, or sorrow, at what she’d lost. But instead she was over the moon. Never would she have to go through the months of pain and discomfort she remembered witnessing her mother experience each time she bore one of Lucy’s brothers. She would not have to give up her job, because she was unable to physically fight or move nimbly throughout the streets of Small Heath thanks to a swollen stomach. There would be no locking her away in a house, to cook and clean and sew and change diapers, waiting anxiously each day for her man to come home to her.

And she supposed, that if she ever did want a child of her own, she could go down to the orphanage. She was beginning to realize that had been the path she’d always seen herself on anyway.  

But there was one spark of fear. Because she did not know how Tommy would react to the news of her barrenness. And the idea of him leaving her over it was nearly enough to make her throat close up in grief.

∗ ∗ ∗

She didn’t actually tell him anything until about a week later, when her blood had finally come and she was laying sprawled out in bed with his chest against her back, whining at the cramping in her stomach and wondering how in the hell she could ever have possibly missed this. In her head, she’d rehearsed what she was going to say over and over, but in the end it didn’t come out nearly as gracefully as she’d hoped.

“I thought I was pregnant.”

Poor Tommy nearly dropped the opium pipe he was busy cleaning with a cloth, going rigid against her, lips parting.

“That’s the real reason I went to the doctor’s.”

He very slowly reached around her to set the pipe down on the bedside table, then pressed on her shoulder until she rolled over to face him.

“I figured something else was going on,” he murmured quietly, touching her cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lucy shrugged, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. “I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to…I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure.”

Tommy stroked her lips with his thumb. “We would have been okay,” he said softly. “I would have helped you. You know that, right?”

“Really? What if I’d wanted to get rid of it?” she was only half teasing. Based on the seriousness in his eyes, she suspected that he knew that.

“That would be up to you,” he kissed her softly. “Either way, I’d hold your hand in the delivery room or in the clinic. I want you to know that.”

Lucy nodded, lashes fluttering, and he kissed her again.

“Next time, you tell me, okay?”

She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, so he would not see the way that her smile broke slightly.

“Okay.”

She did not tell him that there never would be a next time.

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Hello ! :D I saw you reblogged the OC emoji post, so I wanted to ask for 💌 LOVE LETTER, 💙 BLUE HEART and 📎 PAPERCLIP for M, N and W if that's okay with you 💜

Have a nice day!

💌 LOVE LETTER - Do they like love letters? What kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

Michael/Margot: They absolutely adore love letters-- it's something they can hold and cherish. As for what kind of messages? Barring drunken voicemails... They tend to leave little notes on the fridge, or someplace they know you'll be, or they'll send you a quick text.

Blaine/Blaire: They love the thought of love letters, but they know that they'd end up losing them, which would make them feel terrible. As for what kind of messages? They tend to leave cute text messages because it's the easiest thing that they know you'll see.

Wren/Wynn: Can understand the sweetness, and the emotion, behind love letters but don't really think much of them. As for what kind of messages? Voicemails usually-- so you can tell the tone of their voice and don't have to guess over text.

💙 BLUE HEART - Do they miss their s/o easily? How do they act when their s/o isn't around?

Michael/Margot: They do. They feel your absence like a gaping hole in their chest. When you're not around? They hide behind their walls once more, with the majority of people, and wait with bated breath for you to return to them. And they may, or may not be, a bit more snarky than normal.

Blaine/Blaire: They do. They miss you terribly and want nothing more than for you to be by their side. Will be pouting about the fact that they couldn't go along with you, but they'd definitely fill the time with creating a glittery welcome home sign for your return.

Wren/Wynn: It depends. If you've gone for a long period of time then they'll throw themself into their work, and won't wish to be disturbed until they're able to see you again. You make things quieter for them in that regard. If you're not gone for too long? They'll still miss you, of course, but they'll be all right in the long run.

📎 PAPERCLIP - A random fact.

Michael/Margot: Is fluent in multiple languages and loves to sing various songs at their piano in the different ones that they know.

Blaine/Blaire: Their little sister, Lucy, is a Baker and they're not allowed in her bakery during the Holiday Season, for specific days, because they end up consuming a bunch of treats.

Wren/Wynn: Has a bunch of Star Trek memorabilia within their apartment back in Washington D.C. because of their nephew.

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im rambling about me n devons ocsssss

for the deaths part, there's suicide mention(s) and mention(s) of fire !!

let m see if can remember deaths;

starting with the royales—

Jeremy was Michael Afton'ed (he got his insides ripped out basically)

Lucy got into... a car accident??? @deeplyinlovewithstars help

I think they said Diana got kidnapped? unsure

Dilon hung himself at a young age (the range was 5-12?? I think. I just know he was the first to die)

Derek was shot in the head at 15

Delilah got caught in a fire (I forget how old she was)

as for the mantovans—

Shamora got pushed off a building (I think she was the last to die.)

Alexandra was shot on her 16th birthday

misc characters—

Josh was deliberately drowned when he was twelve

Ash, same case scenario as Delilah, when he was younger

Haru (i forgot. but this just reminded me that HE was the last to die, not shamora)

and I'm sure that there are more, I just can't think of anyone else important

okay, now present canon ships !!!!! >:D (exes and current partners)

Josmora (Josh x Shamora; married)

Dilexru (this is an improvised ship name for Dilon x Alexandra x Haru; married)

Derash (Derek x Ash; married)

Jerelucy (Jeremy x Lucy; married)

Alarchie (Alexandra x Archie; exes)

Dereseph??? (Derek x Joseph; exes)

that's all I can remember

other relationships—

Diana, Dilon, Derek, Delilah (oldest-youngest; siblings)

Shamora, Alexandra (siblings)

Alexandra, Derek (best friends; in-laws)

Shamora, Delilah/Dilon (best friends; in-laws)

Delilah, Joshua/Ash (best friends; in-laws? Ash is her in law, not sure about Josh)

Shamora, Dilory (enemies. Dilory fucking killed her bye)

Every main OC, Joseph (they would all kill him on the spot)

probably some more

HEADCANONS + FACTS YAYYY

oh God where to begin

let's get. let's get Dilon out of the way. we hced a few months ago that he would NNNOT bail his spouses out of prison. oh, shamoras in jail? bailed. Josh is in jail? bailed. Lucy is in jail? bailed. Alex and Haru? keep them in there until their sentence is up. (/hj). don't get him wrong, he LOVES his spouses. but holy shit.

everyone has daddy issues. except ash. he's an orphan he doesn't get issues (jkjk but I THINK he had mommy issues??)

fun fact; the ONLY OC who has kept her personality throughout the years, was Lucy. she's perfect. I cringe every time I read back on old roleplays and see old screenshots. shamora would NOT act like this KILL IT

another fun fact; we would always argue over whether or not Jeremy was a top or bottom. this bitch recently revealed that he is a SWITCH (as Jeremy is their oc)

ANOTHER fun fact; during the starting days of our roleplays, Jeremy was like. Lucifer and Lucy was like Lillith. I'm so positive that this HAS changed. a lot. it probably isn't even canon anymore js

I think that Derek and Haru get along well, and yes it is because Joseph is Haru's brother as well as Derek's ex, BUT! Haru does NOT, and WILL not condone the type of abuse Joseph put Derek through EVER. he does not condone his brother's actions whatsoever, and always sided with Derek after he found out about everything.

adding onto Derek and Haru; Derek probably freaked out the first few times he saw Haru, given that him and Joseph look alike, if you don't count Haru's heterochromia

everyone lives together !! well, there's this one mansion that EVERYONE lives in, but they all have their separate homes for privacy (this is actually canon)

I'd like to think that Alex dyed her hair because she doesn't like thinking back on her birthday, aka the day she died. she's originally brunette, like shamora, but dyed her hair blue as to rid that image from her conscious. sometimes she forgets what she used to look like, until she somehow comes across an older picture, which sends her into a spiral

despite their coldness and stoicness, I would like to think that, if not anything else, Shamora and Dilon are passionate when it comes to their lovers !!

Dilon is the second oldest out of like five kids, affection was probably a frequent thing given how deprived of it they were when they were kids.. so if Alex were to fall victim to a panic attack, or if Haru just wasn't having a good day, Dilon would know, and go about dealing with it in his own ways. as I said earlier, he absolutely loves his spouses, even if he flat out refuses to acknowledge it most of the time. this only happens behind closed doors !! and I don't think they would tease him for it. this is rare, and he means well, so they'd accept it with lots of love !! plus they don't really feel like getting hit in the head with a pot like. ever.

and, unlike Dilon, Shamora initiates affection herself, even when she knows that Josh doesn't need it in that moment. her sister was clingy growing up, so she hardly minds Josh's clinginess. in fact, she'll start to get worried if he isn't holding onto her shirt somehow. there are times where she'll just sit with him and scratch behind his ears, or she'll grab his hand and tug him along with her if she knows she's going somewhere—knowing that Josh has to be trailing behind her, or he'll get lost and spiral if she isn't back within ten twenty minutes. she's quiet when affection is initiated from either of them, and mostly sticks to her actions doing all the talking for her. if Josh starts to get insecure about his place in the relationship, she'll know before hand and talk to him about it—one of the rare times she's actually verbal during any sort of affection.

I saw Devon say this in a hc channel; but Haru is definitely the mom friend !! skddkjdj my brain is running at 999mph thinking about them forgive me

I'm gonna stop here because ����🏽who tfs gonna read this besides Devon I am RAMBLING (I still have lots to say too. a lot more 💔)

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Compass (Norm Maclean x OC) - Part XXII

"He had left his Vault to search for his sister, and sure from what he talked he could never return there… But now that they knew about Vault 4, and that she knew what exactly entailed living in a Vault…

Maybe it was naïve of her to expect him to take on her offer once he found Lucy. The life she had offered was one of hardship, never truly safe, trying to find the best way to survive and try to thrive on the ruins of another world. There was no way it could compare with Vault life."

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Word Count: 6.006 (love how these chapters are slowly becoming bigger help)

Warnings: ... Wasteland Typical Happenings :D

XXII

Marigold felt herself slowly awakening. Her mind could still remember fragments of her dream – a laugh, painfully sweet kisses on her fingertips –, which was rare: either she slept like the dead and didn’t remember a single dream, or slept so lightly she couldn’t dream.

Breathing slowly, eyes still closed, mint still taking over her lungs and Norm’s hair tickling her nose. He breathed deeply, chest expanding against her, and while her arm was still tight around him, the hand that had been intertwined with hers was missing.

Marigold opened her eyes with a sigh and wondered the hour. The curtains were unthinkably thick, not a sliver of light penetrating the space – even if artificial –, and apparently the walls were well soundproofed, because she couldn’t hear anything from outside. The machine that had been cleaning their clothes was also silent.

Where were the light switches for the lamp beside the bed?

She dwelled on that thought, the warmth under the blankets and Norm’s body against her almost making her fall asleep again.

Carefully retreating from him, her hand fumbled on the side table closest to her, until it stumbled into a small knob. She pressed it, and a warm, soft light washed over them, not reaching far, but enough for her to step barefooted towards the dinner table.

She didn’t know how to work with his Pip-Boy, but surely seeing the hour shouldn’t be that hard… As long as she managed to actually read the numbers without getting a headache.

Fuck, she really didn’t want to awake him just to verify the hour… What if it was the middle of the night and they still had some couple of hours of sleep, at least?

“Marigold?” Norm’s voice mumbled from the bed, low and still raspy.

Fuck, too late.

Marigold returned, empty handed. He had turned in bed, squinting at the soft light, arm and hand reaching over the place she had been – fuck Marigold don’t get all emotional now.

“Hey. Sorry to wake you up. Was just trying to check the hour.” She whispered, and he blinked, still squinting.

“Ah.” He mumbled against the pillow after long seconds, and swallowed. “Don’t worry. Bring me the Pip-Boy, I’ll do it.” She did, kneeling on the bed as she handed it over. He fumbled a little with it, frowning and sighing. “Yeah, just a little before six. Birdie didn’t give us a specific time, so we should get ready.”

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“Got everything?” she asked, waiting beside the door and watching as Norm made a last check of his bags.

While a hand held the strap of her rifle against her shoulder, the other slowly slid against her braid; it was the softest her hair had ever been, braiding it the easiest, not a single grain of sand falling as she did it. And above all, her clothes not only felt clean, but the smell of lavender was all around her.

The best her family could do was to put marigolds and broc flowers and any other fragrant flower they had between the folded clothes, to try and fight the smell of dust and sand. And even then, they always had to shake it well before putting away or there would be sand – sometimes still had it. It was the worst with underwear.

There were no showers, no toilets, someone always doing the dirty work of burying it all in the garden because fertilizer was fertilizer. And in her family’s situation, there was always need of someone tanning the leather, foul work that always left them smelling, always someone cooking and canning meat, always someone sweating in the drying room, always someone assuming the Wasteland risks to hunt, and so much more.

He had left his Vault to search for his sister, and sure from what he talked he could never return there… But now that they knew about Vault 4, and that she knew what exactly entailed living in a Vault…

Maybe it was naïve of her to expect him to take on her offer once he found Lucy. The life she had offered was one of hardship, never truly safe, trying to find the best way to survive and try to thrive on the ruins of another world. There was no way it could compare with Vault life.

And while Birdie had said she was also welcome to the Vault, and by God she wanted to say that she would follow Norm in a heartbeat if he decided for Vault 4… Marigold didn’t know if she would ever fit in it. Guns and hunting and the desert were what she knew and she didn’t know if she could give it up – her Ma had always called her a child of the desert with reason.

“Yes, I got everything.” He strode towards her.

Marigold swallowed, forcing a smile and her fingers away from her braid. After her dark thoughts, there was a small relief that he hadn’t shaved – for some reason it didn’t felt only because it looked good on him, but because it seemed to tether him to the surface.

“Then let’s go.”

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“Just one thing first.” Norm wasn’t sure what had been going on through Marigold’s mind but he got the forced smile, and he hated seeing it there. It was just… So not-Marigold. Worse yet, it seemed too out of place after the previous night; by God, he hoped she wasn’t regretting it or even disappointed.

“What?”

Marigold blinked, his hand already twisting in her braid, gently pulling her down to kiss her, his other hand cupping her cheek, the claw scars interrupting the softness of her skin.

Soft, just pressing his lips against hers. Soothing, the word came to him. After a moment he felt her hand on his face, thumb stroking his cheek, and he almost expected her to deepen the kiss, but no. She just angled her head better, and a soft sigh hit him.

She was the first to retreat, and he opened his eyes to see hers still closed, the soft pretty smile in her lips.

That was better.

“Not complaining, but what for, Norm-boy?” she whispered, mismatched yes opening at last.

Norm shrugged and grinned.

“Because you look as stunning as ever, Beautiful.” Yeah. He was getting flirting – even if he still felt that damn warmth rising through his neck. Damn finally.

“Well, thank you.” She chuckled, even as her cheeks flushed, and kissed his temple and raised an eyebrow, cheeky grin appearing. “Anything else you need or whatever?”

He needed to have her thighs around his head, her taste on his tongue and Marigold moaning his name while she pulled his hair. He needed to say he loved her and hear it back. He needed the sight of her happiness the rest of his life.

“No. That’s all.” He resigned himself to the fact that they didn’t have the time to any of that, sex or unpack that ball of feelings, not at that moment. Marigold just straightened, grin still in place, and he turned to open the door.

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They were walking towards the cafeteria, the plaques spread around easily telling the way, walking alongside the biggest flow of Vault-Dwellers. Some were enthusiastically talking, while others yawned and dragged their feet.

“Hey, Norm-boy.” Marigold started.

“Yes?”

“Think they would have a small handgun to trade for the shotgun?”

She looked at him, and Norm frowned in thought, looking around the Vault-Dwellers. None, not even the ones from the surface, seemed to be carrying weapons, and the ones using the heavier suits from Security seemed to carry the same non-lethal weapon Lucy had left Vault 33 with.

“I really don’t know, Marigold… We’ll have to ask Birdie.” And he would use the opportunity to ask about trading paper – he really wanted to copy the new and altered recipes and notes for Goose – and one of the lavender soaps… If they accepted caps, otherwise he wouldn’t have what to trade.

“Ask what?” Birdie appeared from the crossing ahead, bright eyed and smiling as she fell in step beside them.

Clearly a morning person.

“About trading. I have a shotgun I would like to trade for a smaller handgun, it’s too heavy for Norm-boy here.” Marigold squeezed his shoulder, and Birdie’s smile diminished.

“I’m sorry, Marigold, but Vault 4 doesn’t have the policy of trading guns. Of course, if some other Vault-Dweller had a gun to trade and wished to do so, that would be between the two of you, but not Vault 4 officially.”

Marigold let out a sigh and Norm tapped her hand in consolation.

“Oh well, it was worth asking. Thanks anyway, Birdie.”

Birdie nodded at her.

“However, if there’s any non-weapon item you’re in need, those we do officially trade and accept caps.”

“I’m surprised at the caps part.” Norm blinked at Birdie, and her smile increased.

“Sometimes our scrapping teams need to trade something, and caps can help complement the price.”

Norm nodded at the explanation.

“Do you trade paper, pencil and that lavender soap there was in the unit?”

“There’s really no need for the soap.” Marigold’s voice sounded low, and when he looked up at her, it was clear the deer in the headlights look, and he grinned at her.

“You liked it, so yes, I’ll get at least one for you.”

She looked away, smiling, and when Norm looked back at Birdie, there was amusement in her face as she watched them.

“Answering your question, Norman, we do. We’ll trade those as soon as we finish breakfast.”

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Breakfast had been uneventful and fast; after it, Birdie guided them towards a storage room with a makeshift paper-plaque tapped to the window, “For Trading” artistically written in it.

Trading was a fast business, even if he left with more than he pretended.

After he had traded thirty caps for ten pages of paper, rough to the touch, two pencils, one pencil sharpener and two lavender soaps he almost had to force Marigold so she would keep them without trying to pay him back – one was already clearly unthinkable to her, and two was “excessive”, her words –, Marigold had turned to Birdie and asked about sewing supplies. And sure enough, there was a small sewing kit for ten caps, with a metal needle, scissors, a small roll of cotton thread, all in a still pristine tin. Ten more caps and a perfume bottle with alcohol and a thicker twine, good for wounds, was added.

She grinned the whole time as she slipped it into one of his coat’s pockets, repaying the soaps and more.

Norm shook his head and hid his grin as they started for the Vault lift, following a chuckling Birdie – clearly amused with their antics.

There was a small crowd around it, some Vault-Dwellers fixing pieces of leather armor and non-lethal weapons to their Vault-Suits, standard-issue bags on their backs, faces weathered by the weather – Wastelanders, probably –, while others helped them.

“That is one of our scrapping teams, they will check Esther’s shelter. Excuse me, I need to make sure they have everything.” Birdie nodded at them both and strode towards the group.

Marigold’s hand on his upper back went back and forth, and he risked putting a hand at her lower back; she leaned into it and slightly against him, sighing.

“Thanks for the soaps. You really didn’t need to, but thanks.”

“You liked it. That’s enough of a reason to get it. And thank you for the sewing kit.”

Before they could say anything else, a voice called Marigold’s name. They looked back, Bernie and Tish approaching with fast steps, Bernie carrying what looked like a basket, and another man beside them, tall, grey hair, smiling, walking with a straight posture.

And just one eye, in the middle of his face, right above the nose.

“Don’t stare, Norm-boy.” Marigold whispered without moving, and Norm forced himself to swallow and look between all three of them, instead of only at the one-eyed man. “Tish! Bernie! ‘Morning to you!”

“Morning!” Tish tapped the one-eyed man’s wrists lightly as they approached. “This one here is Overseer Benjamin. Overseer, these are Marigold and Norman.”

A one-eyed Overseer. It didn’t explain everything, but it did make him think that “Lucy going out of the rails” started there. At least regarding Vault 4. Hopefully she hadn’t gone out of the rails anywhere else.

… Who was he to say anything about this type of thing, he had put Nip-Nip and James against each other and cut Nip-Nip’s neck.

… He shouldn’t have thought about James. Damn it, he sure hoped to never see the man again.

“Hello to you both, and I’m deeply sorry I was unable to properly meet and welcome the two of you yesterday.” Overseer Benjamin shook both of their hands firmly, a smile in place. “Birdie told me you’re searching your sister, the young lady that was exiled. I hope she’s alive and that you find her. You’re welcome back, Norman, of course… But please don’t bring her back if you do.”

“I’ll… I’ll make sure to remember that.” Laugh or cry that Lucy had managed to be expelled from a Vault to never come back? In the end he just gave a nervous smile.

But he would give her so much shit about it the moment he found her…

“Thank you.” The Overseer spoke slowly, relieved. “And you, Marigold… Bernie and Tish were telling me everything about your family and how the leather you make is wonderful for shoes.” Benjamin looked and smiled at the excited couple, their own smiles almost bigger than his. “You’re always welcome back, of course, and please feel free to send more of your family here, we would be happy to receive them and trade with them.”

Norm easily recognized shock in Marigold’s face, even as she shook the Overseer’s hand once again, scratching at her nape, a small grin appearing.

“Thank you, Overseer. I’ll tell them. It’s always good to find fair business partners.”

Benjamin gave a bigger, enthused smile, and nodded at them.

“Couldn’t agree more, young lady. Then in this case, safe travels, both of you.” Overseer Benjamin nodded at them and went to talk with Birdie and the scrapping team.

As soon as he was out of hearing range, Tish hugged both of them, tight and fast, letting go so soon that Norm barely had time to tap her back in acknowledgement of it.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t have more time to talk! It would be lovely to know the two of you better!” Tish sniffled, her eyes watery, and Bernie nodded beside her, more smiles than watery eyes.

“Let’s hope we get to come back then.” Norm managed, smiling gently. Their meetings with the old lady had been few and brief, but how sincere she was got to him.

And she had pinched only Marigold’s cheeks, not his. That was a victory in his eyes.

“Please do, we would love to have the two of you for dinner!” She smiled.

“Who knows, maybe Ma, Pa and Dad will even be in it.” Marigold grinned at Tish and Bernie, and they laughed.

“Absolutely. It would be amazing to see those old mugs again.” Bernie grinned, and Norm chuckled-coughed into a hand. The old man took off a fabric packet from the basket and handed it to Marigold. “Here. Fried molerat meatballs, so you’ll have something to eat beyond the typical canned food and dried meats.”

“Nice.” Marigold’s grin was big, excited, eyes shining as she carefully held the packet.

“And here, Guadalupe forgot this last time we saw her. Never thought I would be able to hand it back.” Tish carefully extended a sheathed knife towards Marigold, white wooden handle first.

Marigold whistled as she held it.

“Thanks. I remember this one, Ma is always complaining about where the fuck she lost it.” Then she looked at Norm, grinned, winked, and leaned down to put it inside her boot.

Norm shook his head. So she finally had a knife to take the place of the one she had given him.

“And you, Norman, here.” Wait, what?

He turned in time to see Tish unwrapping fabric from around a small handgun – circular barrel, he was pretty sure the name was “revolver”. It was clean, the black metal gleaming in the lights, the handle encased in a piece of smooth dark wood, small engravings in it. A beautiful weapon, with signs of being extensively used.

“I don’t think I can accept this, Tish.”

“Nonsense. We noticed you don’t have any gun, despite going back to the surface. We don’t have a reason to keep weapons here, thank God. This helped us a lot when we still lived in the surface, but now it just wastes space in our home. It will serve you better.” She sighed, pushing more her hand towards him.

“I have a shotgun we can-”

“Don’t you dare, Marigold Bear. This is a gift, not a trade.” Tish cut Marigold, chin raised, frowning at her like a mother scolding her kid, and Marigold’s shoulders shrunk, even as she gave a small grin.

Norm carefully held the gun by the handle. It was so light that it shocked him, the wood comfortable in his hand.

“Here, a box of ammo and a shoulder-holster. It’ll probably be a little big on you, but I think Marigold can help you fit it better.” Bernie extended both items, smiling.

“Thank you. A lot.” He looked at Marigold with a smile and poked her arm with his elbow. She grinned back, shaking her head. “We were talking yesterday about getting a handgun for me, the shotgun is too heavy.”

“There, now you have a lighter weapon and still have something to trade in a pinch.” Tish smiled and squeezed their shoulders. “We hope that the both of you find your sisters. And please, please be safe up there.”

“We’ll do our best. Thanks, Tish, Bernie.” Marigold squeezed the woman’s hand, and Norm carefully put all the things in the coat’s pockets.

Tish still had watery eyes as she hugged them once again, and Bernie, a small smile as he squeezed their shoulders and shook their hands.

The scrapping team had finished getting ready, piling up into the lift, and Birdie, smiling, waved at Marigold and Norm to go ahead and enter it.

As the doors closed, everyone outside – Birdie, the Overseer, Tish, Bernie, and a bunch of others he hadn’t been introduced to – waved at them while smiling, some more happy, others worried, until they were totally blocked from view.

So different from his own Vault, where Lucy and he had had to sneak out, because “o you can’t open the blast doors, everyone must be safe”.

The people in Vault 4 seemed safe enough in his eyes.

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The scrapping team said their goodbyes and safe travels as the blast doors closed behind them, moving south-west.

They started north-west, a close observation of his Pip-Boy’s map making them decide on a more open and circling path to make sure they didn’t approached the territory of the Bounty Hunter Agency. Since they didn’t know the exact location of the Observatory or Catarina’s house, at least when looking at the map, it was as good a decision as any other.

It also meant avoiding the tall buildings behind Vault 4’s second entrance, thank God.

The sun rose in the sky as they walked in comfortable silence, warming the day, the hours stretching behind them. The wind picked up speed compared to the previous day, even if it was still warm, leaving a dry, uncomfortable feeling against his exposed skin.

And still, the weight of Marigold’s hand against his upper back was comforting enough that he didn’t thought much about the rest.

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“Hey, Norm-boy.” Marigold started at some point, sun high. Probably not long for lunch.

“Yes?”

“It’s just… Tish and Bernie and the fact that they know my Ma made me think. You talked about your pa… Overseer, kidnapped, and pre-war. What about your ma? I don’t think you ever mentioned her.”

Oh. He hadn’t talked about her, had he? Not even when he talked about Moldaver’s invasion and the Pip-Boy she had used. He had clearly been too tired when he talked about and forgot that – frankly, he was still trying to understand it.

Norm frowned at nothing, thoughtful.

“There… Isn’t much to tell. Her name was Rose. She was actually born in Vault 33, unlike my father. She died in 2277. I was… Very small, I don’t remember much.”

“Aw, fuck, I’m sorry for that. And for asking.”

“Thank you. And don’t worry, you didn’t have any way of knowing.” He turned to look at her with a faint smile, raising his hand to press against the small of her back, thumb going back and forth. She leaned into it, looking at him with eyebrows slightly frowned.

“Really? I didn’t… Brought up anything painful or what?”

“You didn’t. I… Miss her, but more in the sense of someone that I heard a lot about and that I know that loved me, but not as someone that I can really remember. That’s how small I was.”

“Fuck. You can’t remember anything? Really?”

He stared at Marigold, her face looking more troubled, saddened. It made him think, his face relaxing.

“There’s one memory with her that I can say it’s mine, instead of… What I constructed based on what dad and everyone else told me.”

“Would you like to share?” she asked quietly, hand squeezing his shoulder and bringing him closer to her. Norm pressed back with a sigh, hand sliding until he could hug her waist.

“It’s just… I’m running between the corn, in the Vault, you know? Then she’s catching me and raising me and laughing, saying that she caught me. That’s what I remember the most, not even her face, just… Her laugh.”

It had been years since he had thought about that memory. The lack of anything more substantial, the fact that he had to depend so much on Hank and Betty to know anything about her – not even Lucy remembered much – made it painful to remember only that on most days.

Not so much with Marigold, probably because she hadn’t ever met Rose and couldn’t point holes in his memory.

“That’s a good memory. Thanks for sharing with me.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead and he smiled, leaning into it.

“Thank you for asking. It was good to remember.”

He looked ahead, desert and ruins in the distance, and sighed. Oh well, he had started, better go to the end.

“You know what’s really weird and I didn’t manage to figure out yet?”

“What?”

“You saw Vault 4. We need a Pip-Boy to open the doors.” The hand in his shoulder squeezed harder.

“… Moldaver had a Pip-Boy.” Marigold’s voice was quiet, and he nodded, without looking up.

“I managed to look into the Overseer’s terminal for Vault 32. It records the openings. It said it was my mom’s Pip-Boy, from the outside.”

“How the fuck Moldaver got it?”

“I don’t know.” He breathed in. “I asked Betty about it.”

“Betty… The new Overseer, the one that implied you could be held responsible for the raiders’ death?”

“That one. From Vault 31 too.”

“Aw fuck.”

“Exactly. She said the Pip-Boy had been buried with my mom.”

“That’s dumb. Bury this type of tech? In a locked Vault, where you can’t just leave to get the resources needed to build more?”

That… That actually made so much sense. Had they buried the ones killed in the attack with their Pip-Boys? He didn’t think so.

Together with the phrase in explanation…

“I asked how she could be certain. Betty said it was ‘because I buried her myself. Me and your father’.”

Marigold stopped suddenly, her hand immediately cupping his cheek to make him look at her: frowned eyebrows and squinted mismatched eyes, the hand in his shoulder squeezing almost painfully.

“She said exactly that?” Norm just nodded, and he noticed her swallow, thumb caressing his skin. “Fuck. Norm-boy, I don’t know in the Vault, but up here? That’s… That’s usually a fucking threat or a warning, sometimes both. It implies you killed the person talked about. I don’t know, it can mean that she really helped in the burial, but it’s weird.”

And they had been all raised and socialized in a proper way. That meaning... It hadn’t occurred to him. He knew it had been weird, how Betty phrased it, but… That definitely wasn’t even close to whatever he had thought.

Context. He lacked it. Betty was pre-war, just like his father. What to say the phrase wasn’t equally pre-war, meaning lost in the Vault after 200 years, but not on the surface?

And if it was really what Marigold was saying…

Oh God.

Oh God.

He held her hand against his face, turning to breathe in against her palm, only lavender against his senses – God he missed the sand and blood and gunpowder.

“Marigold… My mom died inside the Vault. As a consequence of a plague. How? Any of it, how?”

“How was this plague?”

He closed his eyes, dry-swallowing, nausea starting to slowly swirl inside his stomach. Norm tried to focus on the feel of Marigold’s hand against his face, on the rough callouses and supple leather against his skin.

“It was… A disease. It was troublesome, but it didn’t cause most deaths in the end.” He swallowed again. “My father…” Damn it damn it damn it. “He was the Overseer already... He ordered people to remain locked in their homes to avoid it spreading.” Norm wetted his dry lips. “No one could leave, not even to replenish food or work in the field. Starvation killed more than the disease in the end. Including my mom.”

Maybe Betty was talking about this, if it was really the meaning Marigold talked about. Feeling guilty about the spreading disease, the lockdown order and starvation.

Or maybe just to try and drive in her threat for him to stop looking… Something that had flew over his head until Marigold told him the other meaning.

… Who was he trying to fool? If it really was any of that… How the hell Rose’s Pip-Boy ended up on Moldaver’s hands?

No. The only explanation possible was that his mom had been sent to the surface, or her Pip-Boy had. Both still left him with “why?”.

Had she been exiled? No, it didn’t made sense, that wasn’t something they did in his Vault.

Marigold pulled him into a hug, tight, his face pressed against her breasts and the short cape, and it still smelled of sand, blood and gunpowder, thank God – leather doesn’t go in the dryer, leather doesn’t go in the dryer, Lucy would sing-song every time their leather boots got dirty and soaked because of the work on the field.

Norm hugged Marigold back, fingers gripping tight the back of her shirt, breathing slowly, dry-swallowing, the smell and her warmth calming his heartbeat, and the nausea slowly drifted away.

Fingers slid against his hair, lips pressed against his head, and he let out a trembling breath.

“We’re eating earlier.” She whispered against his hair, and he nodded.

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There was no shelter or rocks to lean against, just the desert and its smalls bushes and dried looking plants all around.

Norm ate the molerat meatballs Marigold offered him, and he recognized in an almost detached way they were some of the best Wasteland cuisine he had ate – soft, with the right amount of grease, the strong flavor he had come to associate with molerat all the more distinguished.

Still, he didn’t enjoy it as much as he could, his brain still running in circles around the information he had, trying to see, to understand things about his mom’s death, but something was still missing. Marigold pressing against his side was the only thing keeping him more or less anchored in the present.

“Take off your coat and put the holster, let’s see how much fitting it needs.” She swallowed a meatball, taking the medicine tin from her backpack.

Norm was still unbuckling his Pip-Boy when Marigold moved to sit behind him, legs close on either side of his body, and helped him with taking off the coat and putting on the shoulder holster.

“Keep your arms raised.” She said, and he felt her hands messing with the leather. Norm fought with the urge to lean and relax into it, into Marigold, not wanting to mess with her work. “… I’m sorry my question made you… Distressed.” She said after some minutes, softly, the low snip of scissors mixing with her words.

“It wasn’t your question, Marigold. It was… Everything I was told. You just made me reflect on it all.” One of the holster’s straps tightened around his shoulder. “And gave me more. I… Hadn’t stopped to think about burying a Pip-Boy, no matter how obvious it is, for example.”

“It’s just...” The other strap tightened, and he heard a sigh. “Seeing you so troubled, without having an answer to offer you…”

“I don’t expect you to have the answers, Marigold.”

He felt her head lying against his back, arms loosely embracing his middle. Norm leaned back into her, intertwining their fingers.

“I still wish I had.” She whispered gently, and Norm dry-swallowed, his eyes burning as the affection wormed and warmed inside his chest.

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Their walk after lunch had been somber, the silence heavier than in the morning, even as she kept her hand on his back and occasionally felt his at the small of her back, anchoring each other. Marigold wished she knew what exactly all that regarding his ma, Moldaver and Vault 31 inhabitants meant. It was clear the unknown messed with him.

After fitting the shoulder-holster to him, she had analyzed better the gun Tish and Bernie had gifted him, and taught everything he needed about it – load, unload, turn safety on and off, type of ammo it needed, how to holster and un-holster fast, how to hold it one-handed right, without risk of snagging his skin in the circling barrel.

In the end, the coat hid it all well, probably because it sagged a little in his shoulders.

Shooting had to be done slower; she had needed to coax out more tranquility from him with slow words and breaths, the look in his eyes one she was used to see, undoubtedly imagining someone else on the end of his aim. Not bad, per se, but really not recommended when one was still learning the basics and it was still too easy for hands and arms to tremble because of heightened emotions and wrong breathing.

Still, it was clear that the lighter weight was a good decision, the six training shots not nearly as wide as the previous day.

The sun inexorably lowered on the sky, night in the horizon, and a group of spaced-out ruined houses and stores, some one floor, other two, appeared on the horizon. Their feet met broken asphalt, exposing the earth under it, and they used it to circle the ruins; by the map in his Pip-Boy, the Agency’s territory was somewhere in the middle of those ruins.

As they kept walking, dried-out trees started to appear, raising proud from between the smaller bushes to the other side of the asphalt. Sparse and as dead looking as she was used to see, even if some had small leaves starting to appear.

Rubble and trash and sand covered the asphalt in lazy piles, most of those with small holes close by, the tracks around them talking about rats. By the sizes, the common ones, small, afraid of anything and everything if in small groups, one shot and they scampered off, and not the giant I’ll-tear-off-your-guts-through-your-asshole-even-if-I’m-alone she had had the displeasure of meeting once.

She hadn’t missed Norm’s horrified shiver as she pointed the holes and explained the two types, and that “thank God the tracks talked only about the small ones”.

Still no signs of human inhabitants or territory markings, which she considered suspicious and good; either she had missed the markings, or the Agency was deep in the ruins.

At least it didn’t seem they still had much to walk; she really didn’t want to risk sleeping close to it or, God forbid, inside the territory. If they speed up a little… Maybe they could clear the region before night feel, or just as it fell totally.

And then hopefully they should reach the base of the mountains by the end of the next day. From there it should be way easier. Catarina’s house wasn’t too far away from that, as long as Marigold managed to find the landmarks she remembered – don’t think about the possibility of separation, don’t think about it.

The clank of a rock hitting metal and laughter, far away enough that it was more a suggestion in the wind than anything else.

Considering the hour… Enough to tell her that it was a camp and that it had people enough in it that they didn’t feared making loud noises when night was so close. Ah, fucking fuckity fuck it all. Their luck had to ran out eventually. Fuck.

“Marigold.” Norm whispered and she squeezed his shoulder before letting go of him, hunting rifle’s butt against her shoulder, tip aimed at the ground.

“I heard it too.” She whispered back, ears attentive to those still suggested sounds – more laughter, what seemed like a curse, and she still couldn’t pinpoint the direction, fuck. “Keep behind me.” She immediately felt his hand holding the bag-belt.

Breathing deeply, head leaning to the sides… She finally caught the general direction of the sounds, as long as the wind wasn’t playing tricks on her. Towards the ruined houses.

Good. Just keep circling and walking in the opposite direction, until they were very far away and unable to hear them.

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They walked and walked, the sounds of the camp getting more rowdy, more lascivious, more violent. She was almost certain those were raiders, which… If really, and not loud Bounty Hunters, fucking balls of steel those, so close to an Agency.

The piles of trash and rubble also started to became suspiciously… Not organized but… Deliberate. A slow push with the tip of her boot dislocated enough for her to see a piece of circular metal with teeth. A bear trap.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was a sign of protected territory. And a somewhat old one, that took time to do. People usually just put the traps and no attempt at camouflaging.

“What is it?”

“Bear trap, camouflaged by the trash. Be careful.” She whispered back, and kept walking.

She wanted so much to disarm them as they walked to lessen the risk, but with the camouflage, night approaching, and hearing whatever camp it was being so noisy, she didn’t had the proper time, so their best bet was to avoid and hopefully clear the trapped territory as soon as possible.

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Night was almost upon them and while they still heard the camp, it was at their back, slowly diminishing as they advanced. The piles of deliberate trash slowly became more spread, more of the rat holes again. They would clear it all soon.

A bunch of shots started ringing out, deafening, uninterrupted, and she started to turn, heartbeat hammering inside her chest – fuck had they been seen by some sentinel she hadn’t noticed? Was that a fucking minigun? What the fuck?

She felt a bunch of somethings skitter above her feet, from all directions, annoying and creepy and she wanted to tear off her skin despite the boots protecting her feet, and while the shots were still going, she didn’t felt a single shot.

Then the weight of Norm’s hand on her belt disappeared, a muffled “what the hell”, and a loud, metallic clanging snap.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Evening, Evening!!

Just passing by to drop a sketch I did this afternoon, while I was squeezing my brain in an intense Brainstorming Session for Luscinia. and Ardyn (these two have taken complete hold of my brain. Like. SERIOUSLY. I need to move my ass and write their whole thing, because I am in serious lack of material for myself to read fml).

I mentioned yesterday the whole Masquerade theme (my beloved) and as always, if you know me, I couldn't help and pass the chance to doodle Luscinia in a new dress! So here you have a very doodly doodle of her (I was too tired to do a full-on cleaned-up version, so a doodle will have to do).

I have to be honest, I always love working on my ocs' garments and coming up with their vibes, something that would make them immediately recognizable (which was the main reason why, for the longest time, I drew Dorothea with her iconic golden-white-burgundy palette. it wasn't me not wanting to explore with other colours, but mostly me solidifying her character first and then expanding around), and with Luscinia wouldn't be any different.

I have a precise idea in mind of how she would appear, and her clothing reflect that: elegant yet cheeky, clean lines in the silhouette but details in the fabric and some such, so, while roaming around with ideas and music to help me on the side, I decided to go down the "Roaring 20s" Inspirational Road for her. It was the one that made the most sense to me in correlation to her character and personality (and also blame the songs I was listening to, they truly guided me there lolol).

Even the colours I use for her main garments, that deep low saturated blue, has a precise meaning: Luscinia belongs to the Lucian Royal Line through her father King Regis, yet she doesn't truly fits completely because she was a bastard born out of wedlock (I need to upload her bio soon enough lol). For this reason, she DOES adhere to protocol and wears dark colours, as it is costume in Lucis, but she avoids the pure black that Noct and Regis wear because she feels it doesn't truly belong to her.

So, there you have it! :D

Now, I have to go back to artwork some more fluff and smluff for Ardyn and Luscinia. The brainrot is truly taking over my ability to obsess over anything else, but honestly? I am so happy. I am truly happy again. <3

Hope you will like this! <3

--Nemo

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Gilmore Girls OC Masterlist ( D-K )

( A-C ) ( L-Z )

Name: Daniella Gilmore-Danes

Story: Home Again

Face claim: Lucy Hale

Love Interest:  Logan Huntzberger

Name: Devorah Barans

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Gideon Adlon

Name: Eleanor Doose

Story: Last Summer

Face claim: Bethany Joy Lenz

Love Interest: past Jess Mariano; endgame TBD

Born and raised in Brooklyn, Eleanor Doose was a city girl through and through.  She thrived in the fast pace of the city, in the freedom of being able to go anywhere at all, any time she wanted.  There was always something to do, and Eleanor was going to do it all.  She had never been one to slow down, determined that if she just kept going, kept moving, she could stay one step ahead of her problems.  But she couldn’t outrun them forever, and when they finally did catch up to her, it was as explosive as any collision could be.  Suddenly, Eleanor found her entire life packed into two suitcases and pushed onto a bus — for her own good, everyone said.  But there was nothing good about being sent to Stars Hollow, the entire town smaller than the neighbourhood she’d grown up in.  Eleanor Doose was a city girl, a small town in the middle of nowhere had nothing to offer her.  Nothing, that is, until another bus pulled into town, bringing a small piece of New York to her in the form of her ex boyfriend.

Name: Eliya Rygalski

Story: Faking Glory

Face claim: Odeya Rush

Name: Elle Hearst

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Danielle Campbell

Love Interest: Logan & Finn

Name: Emmeline Forbes

Story: (We’ll Never Be) Royals

Face claim: Maddison Brown

Love Interest: Logan and/or Finn

Name: Esme Gerard

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Jadah Marie

Love Interest: Livi Ruiz

Name: Evan Mariano

Story: Story Of A Girl

Face claim: Maia Mitchell

Did Evan Mariano hate living with her mother?  Yes.  Did she desperately want to get away from Liz’s various boyfriends?  Definitely.  Did she want to be shipped off to an uncle she barely knew because her mom took her boyfriend’s side over her children’s?  Not particularly.  But if Stars Hollow was her escape then she would absolutely take it — if only the entire town weren’t trying to get Luke to send them back to hell.

Name: Freya Morgan

Story: New Romantics

Face claim: Adelaide Kane

Name: Gabi Mariano

Story: Wish I Were Here

Face claim: Sofia Black D’Elia

When Jimmy and Brook Mariano divorced, Gabi didn’t handle it well. Acting out, getting into trouble, she tried doing whatever it took to get her parents to pay attention to her instead of constantly fighting. Then, once the divorce was finalized and Jimmy left, Brooke decided she didn’t want to look after the child she never wanted and sent her to the other side of the country to live with an uncle she barely knew. But Stars Hollow was fine. Really. Okay, it was a bit too nosy, a bit too eager to gossip about the new girl, but it was fine. And Gabi was fine, too. Broken, alone, but fine.  She felt trapped, unable to breath, no less explain how much it hurt to be tossed aside like yesterdays garbage by the only family she knew, but she was fine. It was fine. And she was fine for an entire year; until Luke’s nephew comes to town.  A troubled kid, abandoned by his father, tossed aside by his mother, sent to live with his uncle, he sounded more like Gabi than anyone else in Stars Hollow.  And then she meets him.  Jess Mariano.  Her brother — wait, her what?

Name: Gen Saylor

Story: My Way / Piece By Piece

Face claim: Haley Lu Richardson

Name: Harry Bechtel

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Nicholas Galitzine

Love Interest: Troy Donahue-Callisto & @the-witching-ash's Richie Gilmore in Delicate)

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Harry Bechtel

Story: New Romantics / Coming Of Age

Face claim: Nicholas Galitzine

Love Interest: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Name: Holland Bass

Story: Breakaway

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Holland Bass had never been good at staying in one place.  She’d spent her life travelling with her grandmother, being homeschooled and seeing the world.  But in her junior year of high school, her grandma gets it into her head that Holland needs permanence; that she needs normal and consistent socialization; that she needs to finish her last two years of high school in one place.  Unfortunately, rather than getting to stay in a foreign city, in any of the hundreds of places that offer stability but would still be exciting, Holland finds herself in Stars Hollow, moving into her grandma’s inn.  She loved the town, loved her godfather and all the whacky events, but she knew that it would never be enough to satisfy her need for adventure. Until she meets Luke’s nephew, the only person in town as restless and stir-crazy as her.

Name: Hyacinth Nelson

Story: Windward Circle

Face claim: Peyton List

Name: Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Story: Of Love And Longing

Face claim: Liana Liberato

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes was pretty happy with the way her life was turning out. She lived with her mom and older sister, spent most of her free time and half of her nights at her dad’s, and had turned out pretty well adjusted, all things considered. But when she turns fourteen, everything changes.  First, Rory gets into private school and Ilsa finds herself facing school without her big sister by her side.  Then, Rory’s dad comes back into the picture, as eager as ever to shove Ilsa out of the picture while he plays happy family.  Soon after, her dad’s great heartbreak roles into town, whose sudden departure had been the first heartbreak of Ilsa's young life. And if that weren’t all stressful enough, she now has to spend every Friday of the foreseeable future having dinner with her grandparents, who’ve made no secret of the fact that they think Ilsa’s existence ruined their dreams of the perfect family.

Name: Jacqueline Grant

Story: Drops Of Jupiter

Face claim: Amanda Seyfried

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Name: Jamey Belleville

Story: Hey December

Face claim: Joshua Bassett

Love Interest: Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Name: Jane Forester

Story: Long Time Coming

Face claim: Katie Douglas

Love Interest: Lindsay Lister; Lindsay Lister & Jess Mariano

Name: Jeremy Skinner

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Sean Berdy

Name: Jocelyn Gilmore

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Liz Gillies

Name: Julia Gleeson

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Katie Holmes

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Name: Kaito Lauder

Story: Loveless Generation

Face claim: Evan Mock

Love Interest: Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Name: Kaylee Hayden

Story: Ego Crush

Face claim: Josephine Langford

Love Interest: Jess Mariano; Logan Huntzberger

Kaylee hadn’t meant to get expelled, okay?  It wasn’t her fault that the fireworks somehow went off early, and really, if the small scars near her eye were anything to go by, she already more than paid for the stained glass windows they destroyed.  But no, apparently even the Hayden princess and Huntzberger heir weren’t above the rules this time, and Kaylee finds herself stuck back in America with her father.  An unfortunate situation, but she’s confident that in a couple of weeks she’ll be off to the next boarding school and won’t have to see him again until summer.  Instead, she finds herself stuck on a motorcycle trip to fucking Connecticut – where, apparently, he has a whole other family.  A whole other daughter, to be specific, one who was still in the womb when Kaylee herself was conceived. And as if that weren’t enough, Connecticut also has her grandparents.  The worst people she’s ever met, hands down, and the only people capable of convincing Christopher that it’s in his best interest to cut his losses and abandon his no-longer-only daughter on the doorstep of the mother she’d never met.

Name: Kirsty Gilmore

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Tristan Dugray & Logan Huntzberger or Jess Mariano

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Kirsty Gilmore

Story: My Way

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Tristan Dugray; eventual Tristan Dugray & Logan Huntzberger

Kirsty Gilmore loved her family, she loved her town, and she loved her life. Really, she wouldn’t change a thing.  But when she suddenly finds herself transferring to Chilton with her sister, change becomes inevitable.  And with a new school, new friends, and a new world to explore, Kirsty finds herself wondering if she might want to be more than just a Gilmore Girl.

Kirsty AU Masterlist

Name: Kirsty Gilmore

Story: Piece By Piece

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

When Tristan was sent to military school, he made Kirsty promise that she would move on, that she would think about her own happiness for once.  And she had tried.  Over the next few months, she’d found herself growing closer and closer to Jess, until the accident.  His sudden departure brought an abrupt end to whatever could have been growing between them. Even after her blowout fight with Lorelai, she’d hoped that a summer on Broadway would be exactly what she needed to keep her promise, to clear her head and hit reset, but it was proving to be just the opposite. Exhausted, lonely, and ready to pack up and give in, Kirsty is quickly losing faith in New York. That is, until something — fate, a panic attack, a thunderstorm, a lack of any clean clothes, take your pick — led her into a small diner and Jess Mariano’s arms.  

[whimsyswastry]

Right back at you for the creating your OC ask! :)

Numbers 3, 15 and 17 for everyone?

Oooh...goodness :D This may take a while...as I listed a lot of OCs.

All the Info below the cut 💛

3. How did you choose their name?

Ellaria Trevelyan -> I think I must have been in the midst of reading Game of Thrones. Which, naming her after another character was completely unintentional. I don't even remember thinking about it, until I saw the GoT episode with Ellaria Sand and being like... "Huh... I wonder..."

Ori Lavellan -> Oriana's full name actually came from the fantasy name generator website. It didn't really seem to fit the naive and idealistic character I was crafting, but the shortened version of Ori really did. Plus, I just love nicknames.

Eliza Shepard -> I really like the word Elysium. So, initially, the name was Elysia. But as her background is a twisted version of a War Hero, I didn't want her name being so close to Elysium. I figured Eliza kept the feeling without seeming uninspired.

Lucette de Sardet -> This is another one that I got from a nickname. She's very close to her cousin Constantin. I wanted Constantin to use a petname for her that was one part obnoxious and one part adorable and settled on LuLu, but she's a diplomat and part of the royal family so she couldn't be named Lucy, but Lucette worked perfectly especially with the surname De Sardet.

**I should note that both of my Ryders look the same (default), but I kept waffling on his personality. I couldn't decide between a bitter, angry, daddy-issue ridden asshole who doesn't want anyone to know he has a heart of gold (Thomas) and a goofy, adrenaline junkie, with a nerdy side (Alexander). So I just ended up using both for different stories.

Thomas Scott Ryder -> I created Thomas Scott around the same time I was playing Greefall, and Lucette's faceclaim has always been Antonia Thomas. I thought the name sounded really natural. I like to think he's named after his mother's grandfather who was 10x the father to him that Alec ever was.

Alexander Scott Ryder -> This one was lazy. I just wanted him to be named after Alec, but Scott Alexander didn't sound nearly as good as Alexander Scott.

15. What is something about your OC that makes you laugh?

Ellaria Trevelyan -> She is really outgoing, but doubly so when she's around Cullen who is so reserved. She makes bawdy jokes and gets in his space because she finds it so funny and can tell he likes it, even if it turns his ears scarlet.

Ori Lavellan -> Having grown up with only the noises of nature, she's actually really skittish. Not scared, but easily startled by loud noises. This has lead Varric to calling her Cricket because she jumps so high.

Eliza Shepard -> She has a voracious sweet tooth (in part inspired by my own blasted sugar addiction). She keeps a secret drawer of sweets that Kaidan and Liara pilfer from to help them cope with their biotic metabolism. Eliza still hasn't figured it out because she thinks she ate it and just doesn't remember.

Lucette de Sardet -> She is really diplomatic. It's her job. She's representing her entire country! But she also has a really strong moral compass, and when someone crosses those lines, she has no qualms punching them in the face. Needless to say, she's caused a diplomatic incident or two.

Thomas Scott Ryder -> His relationship with his sister. I only have sisters, but I have a couple cousins who have always been really protective, playful, and rambunctious with me the way I imagine an older brother would have. It's really fun to write and I hope equally fun to read. Especially since he's an asshole to just about everyone else.

Alexander Scott Ryder -> Just how energetic he is. I am always drained so it's lots of fun to explore a character who acts like a kid hopped up on an entire bag of halloween candy. And, just like that kid, how he crashes into his bed at the end of the day.

17. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

Ellaria Trevelyan -> Big YES for this one. Initially, her backstory involved abuse by a templar. I thought it was an important part of showing the power imbalance between mages and templars in the circle. But, even though the abuse was only ever eluded to and not explicit, it never felt right. I couldn't do justice to her experience. So Unharrowed (my fic about the Inquisitor pre-DAI) has been on hiatus for the last...5 years. I recently had a breakthrough with her backstory and finally starting writing the version of Unharrowed I've always wanted.

Ori Lavellan -> I have a few ficlets when Ori is really struggling with Solas' departure and uses another character to feel something other than pain...These were written for fictober a few years ago and upon reflection, she never would've done this no matter how much pain she was in.

Eliza Shepard -> This is more of an oversight on my part. But half of her storyline is written as though she has biotics and the other half as though she's just a soldier. I like the story with her as a soldier, it makes her interactions with Kaidan's biotics more novel.

Lucette de Sardet -> It's been a while since I've read any of my Lucette fics...but nothing comes to mind for her :)

Thomas Scott Ryder -> I both love and hate that he smokes clove cigarettes. It fits his angry at the world, leave me a lone so I can sulk outer persona. But I worry that readers will judge him because it's 2185/2819 and he's still partaking in a really unhealthy habit.

Alexander Scott Ryder -> It's not really a character element, but another writing regret regarding him. The only stories I've ever written about Alexander Scott take place after High Noon / breaking up with Reyes. I feel like I could've made the stories infinitely better if I'd taken the time to think about specific storylines or head canons about the way he and Reyes got together. As it is, it feels somewhat generic.

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32 and 33 for Lucy on the OC asks :D

32. What do they believe happens after they die?

For this one, I'm going with her beliefs as opposed to what is going to be canon.

She believes that the soul continues on, but she isn't entirely certain about what happens to one's state of consciousness. She does believe in ghosts, and her Aunt Babette has seen spirits and told her about them long enough to believe that there is some form of *something*, but she isn't sure if spirits that can be seen are only ones that haven't moved onto another form, or if ultimately you can just travel the cosmos and to other dimensions as an all knowing spirit.

33. What words do they desperately need to hear, even if they don't realise it?

Not everyone is going to treat you the way that Larry treated you. He was a freak case, and even if people show their toxic sides, it doesn't mean they are going to be a fraction as bad as he was.

Asking questions that made me really have to think for a minute. Thank you <3

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HIII more tlh ocs!!!! :D

today is a lucy x rocky fankid!

as per usual, feel free to ask questions about him as long as they're respectful!

more info about him under the cut!

- cisgender male

- lucy & rocky are both supportive of his fashion choice being more feminine than other boys

- incredibly quiet, doesn't say anything usually and speaks in 3 monosyllabic words usually (e.g: yes, no, maybe), leaning towards selective mutism with him?

- a little gag ive created for him is that he often gets yanked back / his braids get stepped on by others

- shaved sides of hair & eyebrows (was initially an accident but liked it so much that he kept doing it)

- just a smidgen snooty and stand-offish at times

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OC ask thing! Maythe's Ancient self! Feed me headcanons :D

Presenting the good bean known as Chiron~

Chiron was the younger of a set of twins that Junia (Riven!Azem) would encounter on her travels. An extremely gifted healer, Chiron was very shy and prone to anxiety. He also was extremely hesitant to fight--which made his addition to the group rather odd, considering that Junia and Hector (Reinhardt) were quite fairly violent. Chiron would be the party medic and the group's sometime voice of reason.

When the Final Days came and Azem revoked herself from the Convocation--Chiron would be the one to comfort her when Lucis rejected her and the group, siding with Emet-Selch and the others. And when Azem returned to Amaurot in a desperate attempt to find out information about her 'familiar', Chiron would be the second to fall to the horrors that plagued the city--protecting Azem as they came under attack.

After the sundering, Chiron and his twin Diomedes (Augustine) would be born separately for their relative incarnations. Most notably, Chiron would reincarnate during the War of the Magi among the Amdapori.