#oc: leb

[ebitenpura]

Torgal's a good boy!

[fictionrealms]

One For The Money

Zayne x Non MC x Caleb

TW:

self-depreciation, smut, fake dating trope, emotional manipulation, HEA, named MC/OC to help the flow and characterization, smoking, cigarettes, substance abuse, alcohol consumption, alcohol abuse, neglect, MDNI

This chapter contains mention of sensitive and darker material such as roofies and non-consensual touching. If you are uncomfortable with these topics please skip.

Chapter Summary:

Going to a club was never a good idea. Not for me. Pro Tip: Don't set your drink down. Ever.

Word Count: 2182

Chapter One

One For The Money - Chapter 2 - bhaalistbabe - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

“There she is!”

In a matter of seconds I’m pulled to the bar and a drink thrust into my hand. But it isn’t the too loud music or the rush of introductions that I pay attention to. Names I’m only going to forget the moment they leave Cash’s lips. It was the way violet eyes pierce my back. Searing into me like he was trying to burn me alive where I stood. It made my skin crawl.

I easily down half of the glass in my hand. Then turn to face the man I’d been dreading since the moment our eyes met. “Caleb, good to see you’re not dead.”

A lie.

I’d wished he would every day of our shared childhood. It wasn’t a secret that we hated each other. It was marked in every interaction we had since the age of eight. Precisely a year after my parents marriage failed and I was consistently dumped on Josephine’s doorstep with a backpack strapped over my shoulder. I didn’t know what about that moment made us hate each other so. But it didn’t really matter, did it?

His jaw ticks. Something like irritation flashing over his face. Like he was physically holding back from doing something he knew he shouldn’t. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“Good to see you’re still a dick.”

“And you’re just as charming as ever,” his tone drips with faux sweetness, it makes my stomach churn, “I almost forgot what a joy you are to be around.”

A smirk pulls on the corners of my lips as I bat my lashes in a show of mock innocence, “Oh, did you miss me, ‘Leb?”

Caleb’s head tilts. His eyes shifting into something not quite warm but pretending to be. Dark hair shifting to hang in his violet eyes. Calculating. Controlled. Almost violent in the way he looks at me. Like there was something off about the boy from my childhood who was often described as kind-hearted and charming. But I never saw him as either of those things. There was always something different about him. Like he was a bomb ready to blow given the opportunity. I just happened to be the trigger.

“About as much as a bad case of the flu.”

An opportunity. A disgusting need to push and push and push until he snapped coils inside me. To see just how far I could push him until he gave. What it would take to see Caleb’s pretty, perfect image shatter.

It takes one solid drink to down half the drink in my hand. “If I recall, you used to fake being sick so Mckeena would take care of you. Oh wait, my bad, you dropped everything at the drop of a hat when she got sick. My mistake.”

His jaw twitched. The barest hint of annoyance. Or maybe even anger. Either way, I didn’t care. I wanted him to snap. To lose every shred of control I knew he was fighting right now. I wanted to see him unhinged. To know that I was right and that carefully curated facade he had built up over the years was a lie. I wanted to watch it happen. 

“That was a long time ago,” he said, voice low–controlled, “Things have changed.”

I tilt my head curiously–tauntingly, “Has it? Or are you still chasing a fairytale.”

I could see it. That slow unraveling of resolve in the deep purple of his eyes. A rope that was starting to untether until it inevitably snapped. Fraying at the ends.

“You don’t know anything.”

I smirk. “Don’t I? I think I know you pretty well actually.” 

“You don’t. You never have.”

“I know enough to have a pretty good idea of you, Caleb.”

“Yeah? What about you?”

There it was. 

That flicker that something was breaking inside him. A rage that was slowly building into a wildfire beneath his skin. All I had to do was push a little further. Find that last little shred of control and slice it.

“What about me?” I laugh. A bitter, harsh, sardonic sound.

“You really want me to list your sins? Air all your dirty laundry out? Fine. I know enough about you to know that you’re a mess. You’re reckless, careless, and self-destructive.”

Rage.

Furious and blinding as it consumes me. It never took much to ignite the flame in me. And I had never been good at masking my emotions. I felt too much too often. My emotions running bone deep and to my core until they’re all I am. When I was a child, Cash used to say that I often experienced one emotion at a time. That my tiny body could only handle one after another. It’s why Caleb started calling me ‘pixie’. And the shitty thing about this? I didn’t know why it infuriated me that Caleb knew me so intimately. I’d been a mess as a teen, sure. But still relatively cautious. Still careful. Enough that my mess was contained.

Caleb continued. Eyes boring into mine. “I know that you spread your legs for anyone who so much as gives you a compliment.”

Rage.

My hand curls into a fist at my side. Nails digging into my palm. And before I knew what was happening my knuckles were colliding with the side of his jaw. His head snaps sideways with the force of the hit, the corner of his lip now slightly swollen and bleeding. He brings a gloved hand to his mouth, wiping the small amount of blood from his lip with this thumb. And raises his brows, almost like he was impressed. A flicker of something I can’t quite name hints in his eyes. And I’m not sure I want to name it.

When I finally find it in me to speak, my voice is kind of deadly calm. The kind that appears before the most treacherous of storms. Like silk soaked in venom. “You don’t get to call me a whore. Not when you don’t know a single thing about why I choose to live my life. I accepted all my broken, messy pieces a long time ago. Have you?” Then I turn on a heel, downing the remainder of my drink, and shove whatever unfortunate soul that had the audacity to be in my way. 

I don’t even make it to the dancefloor when it hits me.

My movements grow sluggish. My vision blurred. I blink, trying to shake whatever had just came over me. But it didn’t leave. If anything it disoriented me more. I stumble when someone walks by me, my footing unstable. I didn’t understand. I hadn’t drank that much and it wasn’t very strong. The potency diluted by the ice that melted into the mixture. I shouldn;t be feeling like this. Then there’s a pair of hands on my arms. No matter how hard I try to shove whoever had grabbed me off, it never seemed to work.

“...calm down…”

“...everything’s gonna be alright…”

“...just come with me…”

Words that don’t make any sense but stir a dulled sense of panic. My heart rate spikes and my stomach churns. Something was wrong. So very, very wrong. It feels like the room is spinning; like the world is tilting on its axis and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Everything blurs together  in a mix of color and light. It makes my head throb. My eye squeeze shut in an attempt to shut everything out. To try and find something to ground me. It takes me longer than it should to realize that I’m not moving on my own. My feet too clumsy and unstable to properly function the way they should be. There’s men holding me up by my arms, dragging me up the stairs of the club. They smell like piss and cheap beer.

“...through here…”

I can barely make out their conversation. Something about the door, but I don’t know which one. Everything is blurry and my head hurts. I feel heavy. At least the lighting is dull when they drag me through a door and lay me on something soft. When did my eyes close? My stomach is suddenly cold and I feel something press against my skin. My eyes open just enough to find my phone beside me. Thank god for the missed calls from Cash lighting up the screen or I would have never found it. Wouldn’t have realized it fell out of my pocket.

My fingers are too slow and clumsy to spell. But I manage to send something to who I hope is Zayne. I hope it makes sense. I hope he can tell that it’s supposed to say ‘help me.’

There’s the sound of something being ripped before fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs. They ripped my fishnets. I don’t know why. I don’t know where I am. All I know is that I’m being touched and kissed, and manhandled. I feel sick. I want to cry but my eyes won’t stay open and everything is hazy. I’m not even sure how long it’s been since they dragged me here. For all I know, they could have dragged me out of the club. How did I get here, in this state? I had to of fucked up and sat my drink on the bar. Wasn’t paying attention the way I should have been. Cash was too busy entertaining women who hung on his arms and batted their lashes while they listened to whatever bullshit story he was trying to spin.

Muffled sounds like someone is fighting fill the room. Since I can’t open my eyes to look, I just lay there. Listening as whoever it is gets their ass kicked. I hope it’s whoever drugged my drink downstairs. I hope it’s the asshole who got off on touching me while I was too weak and disoriented to protest. Why is everything cold? At least I have enough control to shiver from the chill in the room. 

“Iris?” 

A familiar voice. 

Zayne.

“Iris, stay with me. I’m going to get you to safety.”

Strong arms lift me to a hard chest. The chill tells me it’s Zayne cradling me to his chest like a wounded animal or a scared child. He came for me. He saved me. I didn’t think he actually would. So sure he would be too busy doing whatever he was doing these days. But he did. I was safe.

__________________

Fluorescent lights greet me when I open my eyes. Too bright and nearly blinding me in the process. The faint sounds of beeping tell me I’m in the hospital, and I see Zayne standing at a computer. He’s typing something but doesn’t look at me. His signature black button-up and slacks a key sign that he may not have never went home. Or just hadn’t changed clothes.

“You’re awake.” He doesn’t look at me but continues to type whatever it is he’s writing. “That’s good. How are you feeling?”

I shrug, not entirely sure what I’m supposed to say. “Fine, I guess? Just tired. You a doctor or some shit now?”

He coughs, clearing his throat. Then adjusts the collar of his shirt. “Good. You should rest. And yes. I’m a cardiac surgeon.”

“Where’s Cash?”

Zayne gestures out of the room. Green eyes shifting towards the door. Then he stops typing, turning to face me as he leans against the counter. Folding his arms over his chest.

“He’s in the waiting room. I told him he couldn’t come in until you were awake. He kept asking a lot of questions we didn’t have the answers to yet.”

I nod, because that’s all I really can do right now. 

“How’d you even find me?”

“MC dragged me to the same club. Said she thought she saw you with some odd-looking guys. I had a feeling something wasn’t right and went looking as soon as I saw your text message.”

I scrunch my nose. “Do you have to call Mckenna that?”

“Call her what? MC?

“Ew, yeah, that.”

“Well, you don’t have to. It’s just an old habit some of her friends got in. It’s catchy.”

It isn’t catchy. It’s incredibly unsettling. Like they were all calling her the main character of some story and we were all just sidenotes. Which I’m sure she absolutely loved. But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I make a gagging sound, which earns me one of Zayne’s rare smiles. My heart skips a beat. His smile could make any girl’s heart stop dead in their tracks. Zayne takes the few steps to stand beside the bed and puts his hand on my shoulder. Careful not touch me anywhere else. Just as he always had.

“Get some rest. I’ll clear Cash to come see you.”

Then he leaves, dimming the lights before turning just slightly to give me a tight-lipped smile. And disappears behind the curtain. I hear the door click shut and decide that he was right. Falling into a sleep so deep it was as if I hadn’t slept in years.

[karlohabagatstudios]

[MMD] Titantron - Karlo Habagat

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Hi, guys. Here's an extended version of my second animation from my MMD side project that is only exclusive from my second channel, KHSecond. This is CM Punk's Straight Edge Society entrance video represented by my KabalMystic MMDsona, but it was sung by Hatsune Miku. Hope you all enjoyed it.

Special thanks to @whitepaopu for the Kingdom Hearts Olympus Coliseum Stage, @JoeySandbag for the Splatoon 2 Model Pack, Valve for the TF2 and Half-Life models, @omega-slender for the Mimi Sentry model, @G-litchy-4 and the Glitch Productions team for the SMG4 models, and EmpireOfTime for the Equestria Girls models, @LoneWolfHBS for the TF2 oWn skins, and many others!

The K-LEB model is created by me via the PMXEditor. The characters of Karlo Habagat, Kayla Amihan, Khara Long, and some members of the o.W.n Bloodline were created by me.

This video was edited with Filmora9

Characters featured in this video:

• Karlo Habagat (KM Version) (My OC) • Alex Spider (o.W.n Bloodline) • SMG4 (o.W.n Bloodline Engineer) • Sniper Fox (o.W.n Bloodline) • o.W.n Mimi Sentry (Leader of the o.W.n Bloodline) • Some random SMG4 Recolor • Red Sniper (Sniper Fox Inkling) (OC by @SniperTheFox ) • Green (Spider Inkling) (OC by @ASpider25 ) • Zeta (OC by GPanda05, now adopted by me) • Moonlove (OC by @princessmoonlove ) • BF (OC by BendyFan_3000) • K-LEB (My first 3D model made with PMXEditor) • o.W.n Bloodline Heavy (General) • o.W.n Bloodline Engineer (Lieutenant) • Khara Long (My OC) • Kayla Amihan (KM Version) (My OC)

I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC! The original music belongs to Killswitch Engage. Shoutout to originalthisfireburns2595 for the re-uploaded Vocaloid cover of the song

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[peonycats]

oh my gosh, i was going through the aph lebanon tag bc i was sentimental and i saw all of your posts. your levant oc's are amazing and it brought back so many memories of when i used to do these i love your concepts so much!!

WAHHHH TYSM!!! It's very important to me to do right by the ppl actually from the culture/country so to hear that rly makes me 🥺 Thank you for ur kind words, and im glad to have ur praise 💖

[ladyfrutillita]

Una de mis bellas parejas uwu 💙🧡

Lebita X Belmont

La unica del grupo de creadores que poseer pareja xdxd espero que osguste

Belmont pertenece a @mafer8503 @marifer853

Extra:

Bel: ESO ES INJUSTO!! Por que la menor puede tener pareja y yo no?!

Ben: eso es por que nadie te quiere estupida

Bel: estupida tu jodida madre.. quiero amor!!!

Neb: que es amor? qvq

[maiko-coy]

Inktober: Day 19 (SLING)

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The Mushroom people in SLING is not mine! Its from a dear friend of mine!! Credits to them!!

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The lady, Krushina, is not mine! Credits to mah homie :”D <--- Check em out ya’ll!!

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Semi-refined pieces and old artwork from the last 1/2 year.

Also includes the clothes art trade with @ranondra from March (thanks for being patient with that!)

[sgt-spank]

Y'all seen @lebzpel 's art? If not you're missing out. They've got incredibly unique oc's. (That I would give my life for.) Follow them.

[chaossmith2]

Let it be known, this is still one of the nicest things someone ever did for me on this site 🥺🥺🥺

I barely had any time to draw anything really proper today, so I ended up scribbling @zeroharps‘ MCSM fusions. They’re hella cool so I thought I’d have a go. Ha you can see through sorta because I was rushing and literally multiplied colours on top. :’) I tried.

[ebitenpura]

Leb's Heavensward Glam! Decided to go for a more adventuring/grassroots look.

[megawolfexe]

Aiko mukoto disguised as a Digimon oc

[karlohabagatstudios]

[MMD/KHS/WWE] Karlo Habagat Entrance Video

DISCLAIMER: No netizens were harmed during the duration of this video.

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Hi, guys. Here's my second animation from my MMD side project that is only exclusive from this second channel of mine. It took half a week to finish this video due to me being currently busy with school, which is the reason why my progress is slow along with pacing, time constraints and tiredness. But now, I have finally done it. This is CM Punk's Straight Edge Society entrance video represented by my KabalMystic MMDsona. Hope you all enjoyed it.

Characters featured in this video:

• Karlo Habagat (KM Version) (My OC)

• Alex Spider (o.W.n Bloodline)

• SMG4 (o.W.n Bloodline Engineer)

• Sniper Fox (o.W.n Bloodline)

• Mimi Sentry (o.W.n Bloodline (Leader))

• Geo

• Red Sniper (Sniper Fox Inkling)

• Green (Spider Inkling)

• Zeta

• Moonlove (OC by DJMoonieOfficial)

• BF (OC by BendyFan_3000)

• K-LEB (My first 3D model made with PMXEditor)

• Captain Pootis (o.W.n Bloodline Heavy (General))

• Garth (o.W.n Bloodline Engineer (Lieutenant))

• Khara Long (My OC)

• Kayla Amihan (KM Version) (My OC)

I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC! The original music belongs to Killswitch Engage.

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Hard to Bo-lieve? Go watch the video on my second YT channel here: https://youtu.be/R_mbm4VTgWY

[soulwitch]

bonezcne

i'd say make it a main blog, since it seems like you're intending for it to have the same presence as this one

musesofluck

Main blog might be the best choice tbh

babelmedicus

I agree. Main blog would be a better choice.

I wouldn’t say the same presence, but I guess I do want to push the world at people, and that’s easier to do sending asks from the blog itself rather than through Soulwitch.

It’ll be a slower blog anyways, like the sides. But that does mean that, I have to make a new OC now.

One that will flagship this blog properly and be a good avenue for people to take interest in that world without relying on OCs like Zen and Harune who are, themselves, visitors. Or the other muses like Leb, Gao, and Kiyoko who are tied to other things and might deter people and make it feel too big of a story to check into.

Oh booy : D

[peonycats]

MISC ART DUMP 4

from top to bottom, left to right:

Turkey, Uzbekistan (Uzbekistan goes on Turkey’s podcast)

Lebanon, Palestine (The dress leb is wearing came frm one of zuhair murad’s collections btw)

Singapore (Oh you’re dominant and sterile? Why don’t you make sure your paper work is laminated and sterilized?)

Bahrain (subscribe to her channel right now 😡😡)

Israel, Singapore (some art i drew for a meme lol)

Bahrain, Azerbaijan, Iraq (This is so old so that’s why like Iraq and Azerbaijan look weird haha)

Madagascar (This was an Instagram art trade for a mutual’s beautiful madagascar oc!!!)

Aztec Empire, Mexico (Insta art trade for @dahliamorena​‘s lovely mexico oc and aztec oc!!)

BONUS: