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karimac · 2 years ago
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...in the details, Part 11
A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.
All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.
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Word count: 3.1k, give or take a word. Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
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That last Flag Smasher lived up to her to name as she sent you flying through the air and crashing into a pizzeria’s brick wall near that bus. You’d been to this Ray’s location, and you felt bad because the guy had just gotten his windows replaced after some idiot tried to rob a nearby bank and used a sonic weapon to make his point. Now that Tony was gone, these tech geniuses started crawling out of the woodwork because they suspected no one could stop them. It was a good thing Wong liked that Ray’s too, and, how did Sam put it? Oh yeah. Wong whammied the jackass to Riker’s Island?
You looked over toward where the kids had been teleported, and you thanked the pantheon those students and their teacher had been safely removed from danger. They’d have quite the tale to tell their pals at Dr. Daniel Bright Elementary School, the Home of the Bears! At least that’s what their shirts said.
You would never have expected John Walker to be the one to come give you an assist, but there he was, remnants of his homemade shield in hand, fighting off another jacked-up assailant who was trying to keep this horror show going.
Before you could feel the back of your head, everything went white, and you suddenly were not trying to get back to your feet on that New York street. You were Goddess knows where, and your sister Dana was trying to get you moving.
“Kari, please. Pete needs healing, and I am not up to it,” your sister said as her hands shook. They were covered in the blood of one Pete Wisdom, cranky Brit spy and current MI 13 agent. A mutant with the power of hot knives coming from his fingertips. But how did you suddenly know all that?
Back home, Dana was never one to rely on the use of magic for very much. Tall and thin with short dark hair and piercing blue-green eyes, Dana would have reminded many of the actress Keira Knightley. She was a lawyer by trade and a badass by nature.
And to top that all off, Dana was long dead. At least back home she was. She’d been killed during a standoff at a court house. Her client was a mystic, and some maniac hit Dana with a poisoned dart that was meant for said client.
She was, in this place anyway, terrified about losing her true love. You could feel the pain radiating off her in waves.
“I’ve got him,” you said as you placed your hands over Wisdom as you noticed many other members of the X-Men in the middle of some bloody brawl against an as yet unseen foe. But if you were seeing this, was their Kari suddenly at the mercy of the Flag Smashers now?
As you concentrated, you felt the pull of your own world and the tug of at least a dozen more. This was all going to pot fast, and you had no idea why all these pieces of you were making you into the human equivalent of taffy.
{{What the hell is Bucky going to think?}} you mused, keeping your thoughts to yourself as much as you could in case a family psionic link was being used. These people might have never met a Bucky Barnes, and you did not need to sit here explaining everything.
He would have gotten quite the laugh out of the spandex uniform you were wearing. Blue and yellow with a red X in a circle on each shoulder. What had possessed you to wear this outfit in this world was beyond you, but you hoped you’d find a more suitable one soon. It drew too much attention for your liking.
“I think most of these wounds are clean and healing,” you said as you looked up at Dana, the small smile of relief on her face worth every bit of energy you put into healing her lover. “But have him checked out when this is over. Pete can be too damned stubborn, so wheel him into med bay if you need to.”
You started to get up, but you turned your head to see if you could figure out which world this was before you got to your feet. Was this the one with Nathan Summers? Or maybe this was the world with Logan Howlett? Steve Rogers? Thor? It always got too confusing when those little shards Merlin sent into the multiverse actually started to make themselves a bit too vocal. It gave you headaches, and sometimes you wondered if it was making you crazy. You would have spoken to Bruce about it, but he likely wouldn’t have had many answers about it. And telling Sam or Bucky anything was out of the question, at least for now.
The ground around you started to shake as a Sentinel, a large robotic killing machine, made its way onto the battlefield, and the world went white again.
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“Barnes! Wilson! I think your girl needs a medic!” Walker shouted as he stood over you. It didn’t take long for Bucky and Sam to make it to your side. You knew that much, even if you appeared to be dead to rights to everyone else. The screwy link to Bucky, courtesy of Wanda, still seemed to be quite active in your head. But you were not too certain it was in Bucky’s anymore. Pity that.
“Kari! Kari! Wake up!” he shouted as he knelt at your side while Sam checked for a pulse. You felt his hand on your wrist, and you tried to open your eyes. You just couldn’t at the moment.
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When the white haze vanished this time, you realized you were still no closer to home than you were a few moments ago. You hissed under your breath as you looked up at the night sky, the battle dress of your last location now replaced by some Celtic-inspired gown of green velvet. You smiled as you looked over to see both Steve and Bucky, but they didn’t seem to be as pleased by whatever was going on. They were dressed in some sort of modified armor and looked more like men from your early life at the Tara Mount or Camelot than two men from 1940s Brooklyn. Only thing missing at the moment were their horses.
“Are you back?” were the only words Steve uttered before a volley of flaming arrows came over the parapet of the castle where the three of you apparently lived in this world. “Your Majesty?”
Oh, this world you did not like thinking about at all, and that was because you were queen of this place, and you were always more happy being a field general than you were as a member of the ruling class. Living in a tower, be it ivory or stone, sucked.
“No, I am not your queen, but I take it she has explained it all to you?” you asked just as both men pushed you back to the ground as more arrows came toward you. You tried to put up a shield but could not. No powers. This was new and most unwelcome.
“I will try to get her back to you as fast as I can,” you said to Steve and Bucky before the castle shook as a flaming boulder slammed the wall just behind you. “I am so sorry you had to go through this.”
“Ssh, we understand,” Bucky whispered in your ear just as he grabbed your left hand and Steve your right. They both looked concerned as hell, and not just because you were their queen. This one felt different. Polyamory? That was your closest guess as you smiled and squeezed both men’s hands.
{{Why is this happening?}} you thought as you felt both men move off you, and as they did, your reality was flipped once more, the white haze returning again.
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“Should we call Strange? He might be better than a regular hospital run,” Sam suggested as Walker sent the last of the combatants to dream land with a couple of upper cuts now that his shield was kaput. “Are you still connected to her? That stuff Wanda did?”
“Sam, I wish I were, but I can’t feel a thing,” Bucky replied as he continued to kneel next to you. “I am not crazy about that damned link thing, but right now I’d take it.”
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As your eyes blinked this time, your last location gave way to a crazed looking steampunk version of London with banners bearing your father Ronan’s face flying from every building in sight. You usually did not hate seeing the man who many said resembled Liam Neeson, but this was insane.
In this world your father was the worst despot known in history, and you had fled his court to marry Ryu, a demon warlord of the House Harada. Your sister Hayley, known as Camellia in this realty, had done much the same, but her life was tied to the son of Vlad Tepes. You really could not stay here long. Death was not something you wanted to face, and in this dimension, it was more likely than not to happen. Ronan did not like the “gutter trash” of the world mixing with the pure mystic blood of his family, even if he had fathered a bastard or two along the way himself. If your father had ever met his doppelganger, well, it would not have been pretty. Your father was fair, loving and tolerant beyond measure. This version was a sadistic imitation at best.
{{Need to get back to Bucky and Sam now, before I end up dead}}
Two sets of hands grabbed your upper arms and pulled you backward, and thank heaven that action seemed to send you home to your own world where Bucky was hovering over you. The lights of an ambulance were visible just down the block, and you could smell the aroma of garlic someone had burned wafting out of the pizzeria window. But you could also hear the whispers from that last world as you regained your senses. Two men seemed to be very happy you were not dead, but they were also shocked that you weren’t.
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“Hey, you back with us?” Bucky asked as he, Sam and Walker all stood looking at you. You wanted to throw up, but you would not do it in front of these gentlemen.
“Sorry. That eejit packed quite a wallop,” you said as you grabbed Bucky’s arm to get back to your feet. “I’ll be fine. But I do feel sorry for the guy who owns this place.”
“Her version of fine and mine are very different,” Walker said as he looked down at his now broken shield. “You may want to have those medics check her out to be on the safe side. I thought I heard her speaking Japanese a few minutes ago, and I have no idea who she was talking to, Barnes.”
“I am here, Walker, and I can speak for myself. Tourists. I interacted with them earlier,” you said, lying through your blood-covered teeth as you tried to keep the trio off the scent of what was really happening. “The bump on the wall made me get hazy for a few minutes, so the most recent language set started playing in my head. Telepathy can be a bitch. I’ll be fine. I’m pretty damned hard to kill.”
“I don’t care what you say, we are having someone check you out,” Bucky said as Sam nodded in agreement. “You missed Sam’s speech. It was pretty amazing.”
“I heard some of it,” you said as you tapped your temple. “I’d have helped with the truck, but those kids needed me here.”
As you looked toward the ambulance and dreaded having to go see the medics at all, you heard what could only be called a “squee” from a group of teens near one of the police barricades. You recognized the girl with the high pitched joyful tone from a local vlog about The Avengers. She lived in Jersey City and had a thing for sloths. She also shared a name with a famous politician, albeit it was pronounced differently.
“Guys, hold up a minute. You too, Walker,” you said as you waved to the girl and her male companion. “Nice Captain Marvel shirt, my dear. She’d get a kick out of seeing it.”
“Oh my Gawd! Bruno!” the girl shouted before the police tried to keep them behind the barricade. “They saw it!”
You hobbled over to them, much to Sam and Bucky’s chagrin. “You two should be headed home before you’re missed. I know what a pain curfews can be. Many a time I’ve avoided them myself. But that was in the Sixth Century, so maybe that doesn’t count too much?”
“The subways are all shut down, and we can’t get a bus right now,” Bruno said as his friend pulled out her phone. “Kamala, that may not be a good idea…”
“Kamala Khan. Sloth Baby, right?” you asked before another “squee” escaped the girl’s lips. “Trust me, guys. Cap, you may want to talk to these two over here,” you said as you motioned for Sam to walk over. “I mean, this is Captain America after all, and he just gave the speech of his life. I need to go get my head examined, and I mean that quite literally,” you said as you pointed to the back of your head. “Good luck, Kamala and Bruno. Oh, and if you are ever in Manhattan at a more reasonable hour, come pay me a visit,” you said as you made two business cards appear out of thin air. “Lunch is on me. Sam, be nice to these two,” you said as you waved to Walker to join you and Bucky. “These two can keep me in line with the medics.”
“And why do I not believe that for one second?” Walker asked as you laughed.
“John. May I call you that?” you asked as you leaned more into Bucky’s arm as you kept walking. “None of this, from Baltimore to Madripoor and now Manhattan, has worked out as any of us had hoped. Especially for you. I can see things that are coming in small ways, and I know our paths will all cross again. People enter our lives for a lot of reasons. All I can hope is that, when we do meet again, we are all on the same side and without as much angst. Buck, I can go to the medics myself. Maybe you and John should finish that talk you started before,” you said as you pointed at your head. “Before I made the dent in the wall of Ray’s.”
“You really going to do it?” Bucky asked as you pointed toward the ambulance and walked slowly toward it. As you sat down on the step near the rear door, you looked first at Bucky and John, and then back toward where Sam was actually talking to Kamala and Bruno.
“You didn’t tell them, did you?” a tall woman said as she came up to check your wounds. “That you knew I’d be here?”
“Enya, I haven’t told them about you or Dev or Mina yet, and I am certainly not about to tell them I alerted you before this all started tonight,” you said as your sister-in-law Enya Sun slowly healed you of your wounds. A daughter of Avalon and one of their best warrior priestesses of the Holy Isle, Enya made short work of your issues, but she made it seem a lot longer so that those who needed to talk could do so. It was a long practiced ritual you had both done on battlefields for centuries. Your tiny bit for peace. That’s what Dev always called it.
“What did you see? You went walking again, didn’t you?” Enya asked as she tried to “balance” your body, mind and spirit after that attack. “Walking” was what Enya called your contact with the parts of you in other worlds.
“I saw enough to know trouble is coming, but I can’t tell what the hell it is yet,” you replied as you flexed your shoulders before smiling up at Enya. “Three places this time. One was Londinium. You know how much I hate that place. But two men were able to touch me. I have no idea who they are, but they seemed surprised to see me. One reminded me of my father. My actual father. Not that crazy copy.”
“That stupid spell you did made it worse. You know that, right?”
You rolled your eyes as you turned your gaze back to Bucky. “He does not need me making a mess of his life again. I’m hoping he hits it off with Sam’s sister. She’s…”
“Normal? Not a mystic? What?”
“Not me. I’ll leave it at that. He deserves so much more than…”
“More than someone who loves him like you do? Than someone who nearly burned Hydra to the ground in his name?”
“He deserves peace,” you said quietly as you got back to your feet. “They all do. And you and I know it will never happen.”
“Too damned cynical for our own good,” Enya added with a laughed. “I’m going to get you home now. You need sleep. And tomorrow we can talk about Silver Hand over there.”
“Don’t call him that. He’s the White Wolf. Winter Soldier if you must. But he is not some Celtic hero reborn.”
“Call him tomorrow, OK?” Enya asked as she slung your gear over her back and opened a portal to Brooklyn. She whistled at Bucky so he could see you exit the area with her. The last thing you heard was Bucky groaning and throwing his hands in the air.
Next: Part 12, or Is this the moment of truth?
Taglist: @arrthurpendragon, @historygeekfics, @starryeyes2000, @chickensarentcheap
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spicyliumang · 4 months ago
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[oc x canon]
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godborn · 1 year ago
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘 .
𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒  ―  think  carefully  about  your  character   &   their  development  through  their  journey   (  canon  or  oc  )   within  their  story .   fill  out  the  chart    &   tag  whoever  you  want  !! 
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𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐎𝐅  ―  (   sun   )   light ,   nature ,   spring ,   wildlife ,   truth   /   prophecy ,   healing ,   archery ,   poetry ,   music .   
𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  ―  breathtaking beauty ,   sunrises   &   sunsets ,   golden light between the clouds ,   duality ,   the heat of determination ,   nature as cruel but beautiful ,   reverence for life ,   the hope of an oncoming spring ,   resilience   (   like the flowers that bloom after the barren winter   ) ,   the drive to always improve   /   become stronger ,   found family   /   familial loyalty ,   the healing power of art   (   including music   &   poetry   ) ,   the gracious son of a tyrant ,   triumph over tyranny ,   the burden of a heavy crown ,   the young prodigy ,   honor of the fallen ,   oneness with the natural world ,   an unquenchable thirst for unconditional love .
𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒  ―  bay laurel   (  victory ,   glory ,   achievement ,   resilience   ) ,   cherry blossom   (   the beauty of life’s brevity ,   beauty as violence ,   new beginnings   ) ,   sunflower   (   sunlight ,   healing ,   loyalty ,   optimism   /   determination   ) ,   fern   (   eternal youth ,   hope ,   truth   ) .
𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒  /  𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒  ―  opal   (   otherworldliness ,   prophecy ,   healing ,   hope   ) ,   amber   (   wisdom ,   courage ,   good fortune   ) ,   diamond   (   resilience ,   beauty ,   brilliance   ) ,   alexandrite   (   duality ,   adaptability ,   balance between physical   &   spiritual worlds   ) .
𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒  ―  ladybug   (   new beginnings   ) ,   frog   (   rebirth   ) ,   butterfly   (   metamorphosis   ) ,   swan   (   wisdom   ) ,   snake   (   immortality   /   vengeance   ) .
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒  ―  gold ,   blush pink ,    royal blue ,   aquamarine .   
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃  ―  freshly - picked fruits   &   berries ,   pastries ,   chocolates .
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  ―  soft florals   (   rose ,   lavender ,   plumeria ,   daisy ,   vanilla   ) ,   honey .   
𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  ―   songs   /   poetry ;   paintings ,   sculptures ,   &   other artwork ;   homemade sweets ;   devotional prayers   /   mantras ;   handmade jewelry ;   personal shrines including any sacred objects .
𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑  ―  respect nature .   uphold promises   &   vows .   bask in the morning sun .   be kind to animals   (   including insects !!   ) .   care for plantlife .   defy tyranny .   shape your own fate .   honor the fallen .   dream .   maintain hope .   be gentle with children .   recognize that even through suffering ,   life can be beautiful .   study the classics .   stand in solidarity with the downtrodden .   uplift the most vulnerable in your community .   place flowers in your hair .   be a child of nature .   embrace your darkness ,   but do not be consumed by it .
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tagged  by :  yoinked it :) tagging :   @rejectshumanity ,   @blueshiftting ,   @lovesigned   (   enya !!   ) ,   @valoroso ,   @ironleonine   (   charlie !!   ) , @noriakii ,  @romance-in-moonlight ,   &   u ,   gorgeous .
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thedeadthree · 2 years ago
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— WIP FRIDAY !
TAGGED BY the dearest @unholymilf to share a few things ive been working on ! ty ty so much ash dear!
TAGGING: @feystepped, @risingsh0t, @kingsroad, @griffin-wood, @jendoe, @phillipsgraves, @marivenah, @leviiackrman, @chuckhansen, @denerims, @queennymeria, @aartyom, @blissfulalchemist, @shellibisshe, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @wayhavenots, @pegxcarter, @malefiicarum, @nightbloodraelle, @roofgeese, @morvaris, @jacobseed, @nuclearstorms, @carminasolis, @girlbosselrond, @anoras, @fragilestorm, @shadowglens, @arklay and you!
teehee i AT LAST got around to introducing the t*lou dears clowns with the one and only template from ash! so far i have tlou!olga and gianna <3 with this cutest coloring as well !
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the VERY early stages of a piece for the dearest marta in honor of fh's release ! with orions cutest template!
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another early stages but in honor of oc kiss week a piece for kenny and @griffin-wood's dear raylene with this template !
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and now a bit of writing! moments before disaster if you will a piece for alva and rhaegy with a bit of rhaemion and enya lore connecting them to vanna and daemy and their babies !
Summerhal was beautiful at this hour. those fleeting moments before midday and after the morning when the sun was well off to reaching its zenith made even the hardest of hearts gaze in awe.
Alva descended from her horse, vermillion. To her left by a relatively small pond were the horses of Lord Rhaemion Targaryen of Starfall, the princess Elia’s dear longtime friend (and rumored paramour, he too a close and beloved friend of the prince as well, the nature of things was a topic for another morn). And the other of her dearest Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.
She recalls when Rhaemion spoke of reason for choosing his horse. The almost pearlescent mane of his chosen mount reminded him of the scales of his dragon, Parthunaax known by the histories as the Burned Overlord. The Targaryens of Starfall or the Amethyst or Dawn Dragons still possessed the ones belonging to the riders they were bound to during and following the dance. Baelor and Parthunaax, Calla and Nahvintaas (a ilmestian dragon of Vilemyr), and Valaerra who was Rhaemion’s ancestor and her she-dragon Numinex. Though the most notable among them was the Ethereal, the Violet Star of Starfall herself once bound to the mistress of mists Iovanna Dayne, Starspire. The two year old daughter of Rhaemion recently began to speak her first words and has declared her favorite word to be the name of the ethereal. If this is any prediction that the girl at two has already declared her mount will not be a horse, but Starspire herself, one cannot fathom anything else. She laughed when he mentioned he will have to tell the girl when she’s older that the dragons are not to be flown in westeros and she will have to have a horse as he does. Lest the Dragon of myth and prophecy see her end by scorpion bolt.
On leaving vermillion by Rhaemion and Rhaegar’s. She makes her way by the remnants of the stone walkway closer towards the ruin. The three spent a lot of time in summerhall, her and Rhaegar spending the most.
#only if you want to! 🤍🕊#and if you've done this already please feel free to pass <3 i am AT LAST catching up on a few tags! <3 ty ty again ash for the tag!#oc: olga litvinchuck#RETURN OF THE QUEEN <3 and ty ty alyssa for encouraging me to bring her into t*lou <3#olga is either calculating or ambitious i haven’t decided which one fits more aksjjzjx ✨😖#its turning out so cute already and im loving that the coloring compliments olgas hair so well ? that's baby!#have had tlou!olga brainworms alongside the usual suspects the asoiaf clowns AND marta returning to the fold all day hehe <3#were doing fine! the high stakes tennis match between the clowns vying for control of the braincell is going splendidly <3#to get ye olde writing brain gears a workin a cute ship edit for ray ray and kenny <3 BABIES BABIES BOTH OF THEM#and also will make one as well for vik and nessie for the oc kiss week <3 IM SO EXCITED AHH#MARTA MARTA RETURN OF THE LEGEND i missed her dearly! and her beloved! that's the first if oc and if i was introduced to!#she means the world to me! that's dearie right there!#AND OF COURSE ALVA AND RHAEGY BEING THE CUTEST EVER AND IT MAKES ME SAD! they were so in love! im not sobbing at all!#and of course daevanna being the moment the way they just....... APPEAR EVERYWHERE i love those dears sm <3#leg.tagged#leg.writing#leg.ocs#leg.edit#AND SUPER SUPER LOOKING TO DO AN EDIT AS WELL FOR MAEKY AND AERY we are working! the creative process at work!#oc: alva amaranthine#x: alva x rhaegar#oc: marta chaykovski#oc: gianna villareal#oc: kendall lawton#x: kendall x raylene
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arrthurpendragon · 1 year ago
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If you think the Multiverse is mad already...
Thank you, @arrthurpendragon, for sharing this promo for my growing community of MCU OCs.
How does the redheaded avatar for the most famous Irish battle goddess and her cavalcade of immortal, mutant and magical friends fit into the world of the MCU multiverse?
Follow the adventures of Kari MacOrish as she tries to find a life for herself that won't upend the lives of Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson or those closest to them.
Watch as her oldest friends--Devnet Casey, Enya Sun and Minerva O'Malley Harkness--try to keep Kari and the greater MCU 616 (or 199999) universe from imploding with the help of The Avengers and any other heroes they can find.
And what will happen when those heroes figure out all those Karis out there are not variants after all?
Madness indeed!
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lexiklecksi · 2 years ago
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Happy STS! I hope you’ve had a good week :D what would be a “perfect day” for your OC? (answer for as many as you like!)
Thanks for the ask and sorry it took me a while to answer :-/
Enya's perfect day: flying high above the tree tops, wind in her hair and without a destination in mind; joking around with friends/ frenemies like Talib Meara's perfect day: swimming with her sisters on a bet; sun-bathing on a rock; kissing Enya Dietbert's perfect day: playing with his four children; telling his family his favourite tales; foraging for mushrooms in the forest Talib's perfect day: spending time with Milena while she is in love with him, but since that is impossible; kickboxing some strangers or joking around with friends like Enya
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we-love-imagines · 4 years ago
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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Dio Brando/Reader, Kujo Jotaro/Reader, Dio Brando/Original Character(s), Kujo Jotaro/Original Character(s), Kujo Jotaro/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Kujo Jotaro, Joseph Joestar, Jonathan Joestar, Dio Brando, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Kakyoin Noriaki, Iggy (JoJo), Oingo (JoJo), Boingo (JoJo), Imposter Captain Tennille (JoJo), Strength (JoJo), Rubber Soul (JoJo), Hol Horse, Enya, Sun (JoJo) Additional Tags: I live for the drama, Stardust Crusaders, canon adjacent, OC kinda replaces Anne in some places, Sorry Anne Stans, If you exist, Love Triangle, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders Spoilers, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders, Part 3 spoilers, Fluff, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, OC character that can be read as reader, Reader Insert, I'm just here for a good time y'all, Flashbacks, Reincarnation, Semi-Slow Burn, Mentions of Anxiety Series: Part 1 of Last Train Home Summary:
DIO has had quite a lot time, deep below the waves, to contemplate all matters of his past. When he discovers the existence of a girl with a striking resemblance to someone he once knew, he can't help but be curious. He couldn't account for this.
And he needs to know why.
Meanwhile, young stand user Amelia has been chased down by several strange people and is now swept up in a globe-trotting adventure to take down a one hundred and twenty year-old vampire. Turns out, that vampire will stop at nothing to bring her unharmed to Cairo.
And she needs to know why.
SURPRISE! A new chapter is up, everyone! Enjoy!
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withinkandquill-a · 4 years ago
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A Guide to My OCs:
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Oaklynn: Fandomless. A deaf girl left on her own after the death of her mother and half-brother. Communicates through sign language only. @xa-silent-voicex
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Raydan: Fae. A faery prince caught in the middle of a war. The youngest of four boys but the last remaining heir to the throne. @xprince-of-the-fairiesx
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Shanya: Grishaverse OC. A heartrender and healer in the Darkling's personal guard. @xthe-sun-is-also-a-starkovx
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Callum: Fandomless. A young man from Texas who's trying to find himself after the recent loss of his girlfriend and their unborn daughter. @xwith-stories-untoldx
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Enya: Fandomless. A young woman with powers over fire who struggles to define herself outside her father's control and make peace with her many sins. Usually a soldier of some kind. Can be a hero or villain. @xwith-stories-untoldx
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Clara: Fandomless. A studious law student living with her long-term roommate and highschool best friend, Ivy. @xwith-stories-untoldx
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Ivy: Fandomless. A wild, creative writer and artist living with her long-term roommate and childhood best friend, Clara. @xwith-stories-untoldx
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madnessismylover · 4 years ago
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Using this picrew I made a bunch of my OCs
(yes... They all look white. Technically 2 are Asian but the picrew makes them look just white.)
(some ages have 2 number because I either forget or they are super close to their birthday at the start of the fic)
Evangeline - 27/28 - From my Split Fanfic "Muse"
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Lucy - 20/21 - from my Hobbit fanfic "We're Believers, I Believe Tonight"
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Clara - 22 - from my Lord Of The Rings Fanfic "Daughter of Starlight"
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Enya - 26 - from my Skyrim Fanfic "Dropped into Skyrim" (original, ik /s. Working title)
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Coralie - 18/19 - from my Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic "Tail of Coralie" (yes I spelled it that way on purpose)
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Rika - 17 - from my Fruits Basket fanfic "Dark Memories Within White Lies"
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Kaede - 16/17 - from my Ouran Highschool Host Club fanfic "We Got Firecracker Wishes We Can Make" (hair is meant to be darker blue but they didn't have that option)
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Nora - 25/26 - from my Undertale fanfic "Player 2"
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Skylar - 28/29 - from my Captain America (/Avengers) fanfic "Stand By You"
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Lynnette - 23 - from my Red Dead Redemption 2 fanfic "Stealing Our Place in the Sun"
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cutelittlevamp · 5 years ago
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Is it possible you could write a fiction of where Xigbar tries to manipulate Enya when he finds her on a mission of hers? Preying on her insecurity that she will never truly belong to the Sanctuary Between Crossroads (the world she came to and gets her training) and that she belongs to him? Perhaps also insinuate she's unworthy of wielding a keyblade because of her past with him? Meanwhile Enya tries to stand her ground, knowing he's trying to manipulate her and that she'd never go back to him.
This is my very first request^^ I hope you like how it turned out. It’s not that long but I really enjoyed writing it and if you’d have an idea for a second part I wouldn’t mind writing one :)
For all the others: Enya his @whisperinghallwaysofmirrors own OC
Stay safe you all
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Finally! He had finally found her again. His Enya.
Xigbar smirked slightly while he watched her train, her short brown hair swaying with her movements. She had cut it. He preferred it long. He had do admit, though, that he was a little impressed that she was able to summon a keyblade now. That might become a problem later on but he didn't really mind. He did enjoy a challenge.
Just like he actually rather enjoyed searching for her when she ran away but that didn't mean he would let her escape from him again. By now Enya should know just who she belonged to.
It seemed that she had finished with her little training session, for she let her keyblade disappear. Her olive skin was slightly gleaming with sweat in the light of the rising sun and she pushed her glasses back up her nose before turning to leave. Xigbar took that as his sign to appear in front of her.
“Got to give it to you, sweety, I'm slightly impressed.” He smirked his signature smirk and Enya froze in front of him. It took her a moment to regain her composure but when she finally did, she summoned her keyblade again and got in a defensive stance. The brunette glared at the Organization member, he returned the stare with a grin.
“Why so tense?” He took a step forward, she … didn't move backwards. Interesting. His little darling had always been strong-minded – it's one of the things he loved about her – and it seemed like her self-esteem improved over the months they've spent apart.
“What do you want?” she hissed, looking daggers at him. He just let out a dry laugh and started circling her while her brown eyes followed his every move.
“I'm not coming back, you know? You will not lock me away again!” Again? Well, she definitely underestimated what he was capable of. She hadn't seen anything yet.
“You want to stay here then? In this world?” There was a slightly amused tone in his voice. It irritated her and he knew it. “Yes”, she said still rather stern, glaring at the long-haired man. “They'll teach me how to properly use my keyblade and then I'll be able to stop you!” “Will you now,” he responded, coming to a halt.
Then – way too fast for Enya to react – he had summoned one of his guns, moved around her and fixated her with his free arm. She could feel his breath close to her ear and the point of his gun at her temple. Her keyblade vanished from her hand into thin air again. “So, you think they'll accept you? That they think you're worthy of the keyblade after what happened in your past? After me?”
He chuckle darkly when he felt her shudder.
“You'll not manipulate me again, Xigbar,” she muttered but one who knew her could hear the doubt in her voice. And, oh, did he know her. Very well.
“They'll never accept you and you know it my sweet,” he whispered into her ear, making her shudder again. In the next instant she could feel his gun vanish and he turned her around to face him, watching her intently with his yellow eye. He could see the insecurity in her eyes and knew he had won this round.
Xigbar grinned. He could just take Enya home with him right now but where would be the fun in that? No, he'd play her a little more.
“Think about it, sweety. You know I'm right.” He let go off her and turned around creating a swirling black portal in front of him. “No, you're not!” He just laughed at her comment and vanished through the portal.
Enya broke down staring blankly at her hands.
'Was he right, though? Was she really unworthy of the keyblade? Did the masters think so too? Maybe …
… he was right?'
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karimac · 1 year ago
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By some miracle, I have fixed the links in my Masterlist. I still need to go back and edit story links and chapter previews at the end of stories, but that will be another night!
Masterlist
And that reminds me, I'm overdue to be writing about the gent below...
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mostly-romance · 5 years ago
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OCtober Shipping 2019
(finally a blog that encourages OCs X canon characters!)
Day 13:  Full Moon
from Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight
Fandom:  Doctor Strange/Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters:  Doctor Stephen Strange, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC)
Summary:  A stroll through a fragrant garden beneath the moonlight---intended as a way of thanking a visitor from off world for a healing kindness she had done him--has Master of the Mystic Arts, Stephen Strange, realizing he feels much more than gratitude for the young woman.  Soon enough, the moon just gets into his blood...
The air was clear as crystal, the night cool enough after an oppressive day of heat, so that they walked comfortably through the garden dusk, close enough to touch, and yet not touching--unless one’s arm might brush, by chance, against the other’s.  Stephen wore jeans and an open-collared, sapphire blue silk shirt, which he had conjured up just for the occasion; he knew he looked good—even though he knew he needn’t give his appearance a second thought.  Teyla had opted for simplicity as well, in a floral sundress and comfortable looking espadrilles.  Stephen had needed to jumpstart their conversation several times, as Teyla was nervous at the beginning of their stroll, until he began to ask her about Hadeeth.
“…and mating rituals are somewhat different on my world,” she was explaining,  “Far less for pleasure—than is the custom here—more straightforward, with their purpose clearly for procreation.  My mother had observed this…anachronism…recalling a time in our history when our people had allowed such hungers for physical satisfaction to rule our heads.”  Teyla lowered her eyes diffidently, “We were a people willing to disregard reason, common sense and—worst of all—compassion, in selfish pursuit of the carnal.  Then came the great awakening, and we chose to direct those energies to more…altruistic…pursuits.”  She looked back to him, a sheepish smile playing at the corners of her mouth, “Mother grew curious enough to dare what was discouraged on our world. There was a man whom she found pleasing—not only to her eye, but to her heart...”
“Your father,” he murmured, mesmerized by the soft cadence of her voice, and the little inflections that reminded him that English was not her native tongue.
Teyla nodded, “My father, yes.  He was a good man, Stephen; and to his credit, he loved her dearly--as he did me.”  She closed her eyes a moment, clearly calling him forth in her mind, softening visibly as she did so.  “He sheltered me at a time of peril and uncertainty on Hadeeth.  And he did his best to educate me in the ways of humanity, allowing me to at least pass for an ordinary--albeit awkward--teenager.”
“But you never quite fit in,” he surmised, from other little things she had said regarding her years on Earth.
Teyla shrugged, not needing to dwell on the past, “It did not matter; I managed well enough, and if I had few friends, they were true--and judged me not that I was different.”  She laughed quietly, “Is that not the way for many adolescents of your world?”
Stephen chuckled in agreement, “I suppose it is.”  Recalling his own teenage angst, he added, “But most of us outgrow that awkwardness with time and experience.”  Then reckoning how very far his path had taken him, he told her, “And if we’re very lucky, we turn out to be the people destiny intended us to be.”
They had reached the far end of the garden, the moonlight casting a shimmer on the reflecting pool.  Teyla took a seat upon a worn, marble bench, then inclined her head as invitation for him to join her.  “A lovely night,” she mused, then laid her hand on top of his.  The pale scarring she had taken on when she worked her spell upon his damaged hands had all but vanished.  “Thank you for bringing me here, Stephen.  Such simple beauty leaves an imprint on the heart; a quiet, welcome comfort to savor now, and to remember well in days when we have trials to face.”
“It’s been my pleasure, Teyla—and the very least I can do to show my gratitude.”  He felt he should do more, far more, and yet he knew she expected nothing; her freely given gift had brought her pain, but such giving came as naturally to her as breathing.  The only thing that she had asked was for him to use his own gifts well and wisely in the service of his world—something he had pledged to do long before they’d met.  “Your mother mentioned you would face a test of sorts sometime in the future,” he pondered.  “Has that time grown near?”
Teyla sighed heavily, reluctantly reminded of the tasks that lay ahead for her.  “No talk or thought of that tonight, Stephen.  Tonight I long for the tranquility of a quiet garden and the companionship of a kind man.”  To her credit, she sounded light of heart.
“Then I will see you have exactly what you wish, my dear.”  Moved by her tender regard for him, Stephen raised her hand and kissed her knuckles, and then looked out upon the water--wondering if in this setting Teyla might find that little act too forward…or perhaps wish that he might be moved to more.
Instead, she rested her head on his shoulder, humming contentedly.  Some unknown nightbird called out from the grove of fruit trees on the far side of the still pool; its sweet song was soon taken up by another.  In such a setting, Stephen found it easy to imagine they were mates, their pleasant trilling the joyful greetings exchanged as they came together after being parted for too long.  That he was indulging in such uncharacteristically soft musings perplexed him, like a language long forgotten from disuse—until he considered the light of the moon, the garden’s perfume, and the gentle woman leaning against him.
“Your moon is quite enchanting, isn’t it,” she pondered, and he realized she was likely picking up on his emotions without even meaning to; second nature to her surely, but a marvel still to him.  “But she pales in comparison to the moons of Hadeeth.”
“Moons?” he asked, giving her the encouragement to tell him more; he could not read feelings nearly as well as was her wont, but the trace of longing in Teyla’s voice spoke well enough that she was feeling at least a little homesick.
“Moons,” she repeated, raising her head to look at him directly, eyes wide with delight, “Anya, the eldest, wise and steadfast in her orbit, ruler of the tides.  Enya, middle child, ever brightest of the three, mistress of all nocturnal creatures; she speeds apace or lags behind as her stubborn nature dictates.”  Her voice had fallen into a storyteller’s captivating rhythm; Stephen could picture a circle of Hadeethan children at her feet, listening raptly as she shared with them the folklore of her people.  “And Nonya, wayward youngest of the three, ever eager to appear before the sun has fully set, and last to leave the sky each dawn.” Teyla lowered her eyes shyly as she added, “Nonya is thought the patroness of lovers and their secret trysts.”
Stephen chuckled softly, charmed by both her tale, and the bashfulness that had overtaken her at the mention of lovers’ assignations.  “That’s far more exotic and appealing than some of earth’s legends about the moon; there’s one ridiculous one that maintains the moon is made of cheese.”
“You can’t be serious,” she laughed, “Who would believe such an outlandish idea!”  With narrowed eyes, Teyla studied his face, searching for any sign that he was teasing her, “Oh—but surely you jest?”
“I swear it’s true, Teyla—though I like the poetry of your moons far more than the foolishness of mine.”
That brought a pretty smile to her face, lighting her dark eyes with mirth.  Stephen wondered if she even realized that she was flirting with him; he would swear it had been the furthest thing from his mind when he had invited her for an evening stroll through the National Botanical Gardens of Kathmandu.  Recalling her love for green and growing things, he’d only thought it a good way to show some measure of his appreciation for the kindness she had done him—but Teyla’s innate softness, her gentle guilelessness, coupled with the freshly risen moonlight, had him feeling more than gratitude.  Had him curious if she would shiver were he to brush his fingertips lightly upon her cheek; had him contemplating how her lips might taste should she eventually yield them to his.  He had not been prepared in the least for this sudden longing she’d awoken in him, having lived the purely ascetic life since his initial arrival at Kamar-Taj.
Unaware of his train of thought, Teyla carried on, “I would show you our moons, Stephen Strange.  Should you find time to visit Hadeeth, you might be witness to a marvelous natural wonder.”
“I should like that very much, Teyla of Hadeeth,” he admitted, his voice grown dusky as he speculated if she’d meant to make him feel these things.
She either read it upon his face, or discerned his feelings on the light breeze that stirred between them, for she gasped and looked down.  Stephen flushed with concern that he’d made her uncomfortable—a fear briefly confirmed when she raised her face again, frowning slightly…until she stammered an apology, “Stephen, forgive me please. I should not have waxed on so witlessly of the ancient superstitions of my people.”
“Nonsense,” he sought to assure her, “It’s good to know our races are not so dissimilar after all; boys have sought kisses from girls in the moonlight, from well before recorded time on Earth as well.”  He took her hand again, squeezing it gently for emphasis, and leaned in to tell her confidentially, “I haven’t always been a man this age, you know; as a boy I sought my fair share of moonlight kisses from pretty girls—as I’m sure you’ve received a good portion yourself, in your time here, if not on your home world. You needn’t be ashamed to speak of as pleasant a thing as that.”
Teyla opened her mouth to speak, then lowered her gaze again, quietly advising him, “I have not.  I was never pretty enough to suit most boys of this world, nor was there ever opportunity on Hadeeth for me to engage in such…”  She paused, as if searching for a word to justify her lack of experience, “…such…superfluous pursuits.”
In his astonishment, he could not help but ask, “Not even once?”
“By moonlight, no,” she answered, raising her chin proudly against feeling somehow inadequate, “But I’ll have you know I have kissed several boys, whilst I lived with my father and attended secondary school.”  She shrugged, attempting to negate the value of the experience, “It seemed enough of a social convention that I had to, in order to be accepted among my peers.”  She studied his face intently, perhaps curious as to his reaction to the next.   “In truth, Stephen, such kisses never struck me as worth the fuss that the other girls made of them.”
“Perhaps because they were boys,” he suggested wryly, moving his face close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his skin, “Perhaps you would be better served to try again--with a man, not a boy.”
“I…I know not,” she gasped, surprised he’d moved so close, but brave enough to ask, “What…what man might seek such a taste of me?”
“Oh, Teyla,” he said softly, cupping his hand along her cheek, “You pride yourself in how easily you can read others’ emotions—can’t you tell what I’m feeling right now?”  Having come to the place--which he had been denying for some time was his truest destination--Stephen chose to face it fearlessly.  As fearless in this, as he had seen the lovely woman beside him, face far less pleasant things.  The voice of Wong tried to make him hit pause; it isn’t right, she is your student, it told him—but Stephen silenced it with the assertion that his bond with Teyla had surpassed that stricture some time ago.
She closed her eyes and nestled her cheek against his palm, then moistened her slightly parted lips, possibly aware--at last--of his intention. Her reply was soft as a longing sigh. “I…uh…sometimes my own emotions cloud my understanding of another’s.  Perhaps you,” Teyla exhaled slowly, striving a moment more to master the magnetic pull between them, and then looked up at him with fearless clarity, “Perhaps you could help me understand.”
His mouth quirked into a half-smile as he brushed her hair behind her ear, leaving his hand to rest there.  “Nothing would give me greater pleasure, my dear--though I’ve found that often actions speak more clearly than words,” he told her patiently, “I would very much like to kiss you now, Teyla—but only if you want me to.”
Stephen held his breath as she considered his request, reading her answer in her eyes before she spoke.  “I…I would like that, Stephen.  Very much, if…if you truly wish it so…”  Teyla trailed off, while her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.  He closed the little space left between them, laying his lips feather-soft upon hers, lingering a moment before brushing his lower lip against hers, gently nudging her to respond.  Her lips relaxed in reply, allowing him to deepen the kiss, until she whimpered against his mouth.
Withdrawing only a little, he rested his forehead against hers.  “That was nice, now, wasn’t it,” he asked her quietly, “And surely better than those fledgling kisses in your past?”
She only nodded her head against his, firmly enough to tell him he was more than right--and then surprised him as she laid one hand along his neck, and the other on his face, sliding her fingertips into his hair.  “It was…hmmm…it was…delightful,” she admitted, her doe-eyes warm and newly inviting  “But somehow it seemed…incomplete.”  Smiling shyly, she offered a suggestion, “Perhaps…perhaps there is more you would show me?”
“Gladly,” he rumbled, from a deep, satisfied place in his chest, tilting her face back and letting his mouth hover over hers, a delicious tease of what was to come.  Now that they’d come to it, Stephen wanted to savor every moment; but even more, he wanted to show her the wonder he found her to be.  Her untested lips were soft, modestly pink, and wholly willing to follow him; her trust in him palpable.  It made for an intoxicating combination.
“My sweet Teyla,” his whispered, before laying his lips gently against hers again and  bestowing several chaste kisses upon her—while he still had the presence of mind to go slowly—and gaging her response.  With each kiss, her lips grew more relaxed, her fingers in his hair pressing harder.  He now cupped her face with both hands, delighting in the smooth warmth of her skin, and the little puffs of breath she gave between the tease of his gentle kisses.
“Those Earth boys were idiots,” he murmured, kissing her cheeks as she sighed in reply, and then caressing along her cheekbones with his thumbs.  Slowly, he worked his way back to her mouth, still pacing himself, wanting her to understand that he treasured her—and the amazing gift that she offered him now.
He paused long enough, his mouth a hairsbreadth from hers, so that she opened her eyes; deep, dark pools that invited him in, but also questioned what he was waiting upon.  “For you to see me, Teyla,” he answered, and she smiled a little that he had indeed read her thought, “For you to see that I see that you are beyond simply pretty.  You are lovely in a rare and wonderful way.  More lovely than the most beautiful of women—for their beauty is only skin deep…”  Stephen felt unfamiliarly moved, in the way of a poet or artist at the point of discovering the rarest inspiration.  “…but your beauty, Teyla, is soul-deep and eternal…and I thank god that I’m blessed enough to see it.”  He kissed her chastely one last time, and when she moaned his name, the need to possess her lips, her mouth, her very essence, obliterated his control at last.
And Teyla?  She yielded to him without hesitation, melting beneath his open mouth, learning in full the secret of moonlight kisses, feeling cherished in his embrace while trusting completely in his intent---and happily, happily following his lead.
[excerpt is from chapter ten of the WIP Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight on AO3 ]
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karimac · 2 years ago
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Yup, sharing this...but I may be a tad slow to reply due to work
Open for OCs:
Kari MacOrish
Enya Sun
Devnet Casey
𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!
feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.
i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.
people
👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?
🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?
💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?
😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?
👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?
💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?
👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?
😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?
💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?
food & drinks
🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?
🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?
🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?
🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?
☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?
🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?
🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
plants & nature
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?
🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?
🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?
🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?
☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?
🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?
🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?
🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?
🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?
🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?
🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
activity
⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?
🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?
objects
📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?
🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?
📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?
🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?
💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?
💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?
🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?
🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?
🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?
👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?
🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?
🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?
📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?
👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?
🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?
🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?
⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?
🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?
🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?
📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.
📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?
🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?
⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?
🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?
❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?
📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?
transport
🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?
🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?
weather
🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?
💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon
❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?
🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?
🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?
🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?
☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon
🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?
🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?
☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?
hearts
💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?
💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?
💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?
❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?
💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?
💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?
💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?
💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?
💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?
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coffeefromthevoid · 6 years ago
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10, 21, 35 and 50!
@mushroomflowercrown
10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design
I had to think about this one a bit, considering @marimolejo called Maz’s design complicated, but I think maybe Lawrence’s one is even worse. He’s part of the royal family of Von Riswen and is/was also head of transmutation at the Hannowick Academy of Magic. He wears white iridescent robes with a lot of layers to them. In between the layers, he has various leather straps to hold various pieces of equipment, for example: magic tomes, a tea set (cup and saucer, spoon and strainer) and component pouches. I think just because of the many layers and the amount of shit he carries with him, he wins the competition of most complicated design. 
21. Your most artistic OC
Okay so this is not developed at all, but a while ago I came up with an idea for a character who paints to stay in contact with their deity, Enya. Their name is Beijor and they’re a sun-sea elf (their mother was a sun elf, their father a sea elf) cleric from Peylor. They have glowy warm brown skin, wavey blue hair and golden-yellow eyes. They wear a pink shirt with long flowey sleeves and a long cyan skirt with slits at the sides. That’s all I have so far, but yeah, they’re my most artistic OC in 2 ways: 1. Because they’re an artist and 2. Because I actually thought about the colors in their design a lot. 
35. Any sibling characters?
Yes! On the more developed end of the scale, I’ve got Hyacinthe and Celeus Navita - a pair of mixed-race twins. Hyacinthe is a lesbian fruit farmer and Celeus is a bisexual dock worker. 
On the ‘Hmm this could use some more work’ end of the scale, I’ve got Mairead, Brynmor and Mabli Faughn. Bryn is my current D&D character and a werewolf toymaker. His older sister Mairead runs the family farm and his younger sister Mabli works at a bakery. 
50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want
Okay so, you already know about this (then again, that goes for the other questions too), but there’s one lord in my fantasy world who’s absolutely obsessed with pineapples. The only problem is, his kingdom lies very northern and does not have the climate in the slightest to grow pineapples. He, however, does not believe this. He is determined to grow them. After many failed attempts, he complains at the government and tries to get a piece of land further south. They inform him even the land at the most southern edge of the continent isn’t warm enough to grow pineapples, but he doesn’t wanna hear them. After a long time, they give up and let him try. Surprise suprise - nothing grows. To this day, this king still complains about now being able to grow pineapples and will do until the end of his life. 
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arrthurpendragon · 2 years ago
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Thanks for doing this for the community, @arrthurpendragon! You are an angel, Kass!
Fandom I write for: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Looking For In The OC Community: I guess the reason I came here was to share stories that had been stuck in my head while I did my dishes. I’m just looking to see where they all go and hoping others like and reblog them.
I am more than happy to answer asks about my OCs, but I am slow to reply at the moment. I’d also be glad to help if people need to bounce ideas about OCs or plots across just about any fandom.
I have 20 years of experience in play-by-post role playing in the Marvel Comics 616 community, and my favorite parts are character and world building with others.
OC Blog: @karimac
Main OCs:
Kari MacOrish/Karenza (current--face claim Julianne Moore)
Enya Sun, Devnet Casey (to come--face claims Lucy Lawless and Renee O'Connor)
There will be a few more, but they need a bit more work before I even mention them in a post.
Thanks again!
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thebardscipher · 8 years ago
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That moment when you redesign an OC from 2012....
This is Mai. She’s a Ninjago OC that I used mostly for roleplaying (along with a friend’s oc that I kidnapped/adopted. long story). I nainly redesigned her shirt because it used to have a dragon on it but I can’t draw dragons to save my life, her ninja suit went through a huge change due to the same reason, and I changed her weapon from a katana to a spear/bow staff (haven’t decided which one yet....)
Also changed her backstory...she’s no longer a demigod but she can still receive visions because that was one of my favorite thing to write.
Uh, I’m gonna have the words written in the captions of the photos because they’re blurry and my hand writing sucks anyways
Also I used my colored pencil so the skin tone looks a little more yellow than tan but it was the closest and I don’t know how to mix colors except for when I color Enya....and the gold isn’t even gold...
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