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ellethekindtv · 28 days ago

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Follow The Leader — pt. 1

baek harin x oc (original character) fanfic

TW: murder, child abuse, and a subtle mention of sexual assault.

Note: I wrote all the mentioned crimes based on research, not from experience. I

The gathered thin sticks crackle and pop, releasing small sparks that rise and disappear into the atmosphere. Its flames dancing and twisting in the air. The fire emits a warm glow, casting flickering orange, red, and yellow hues against its surroundings.

"AAAH!"

The little boy cried so loudly that his voice cracked, turning ragged. The metal, glowing red and orange, scorched against his femur. He immediately moved his hand to the metal, regretting it after the pain spread from his palm to his elbow.

A 9-year-old Jae-yeo stood, staring down at him as if he was the most disgusting creation that God had ever made. In front of her little peach-colored shoes lies the end of the small metal rod, obvious evidence of who caused the disarray.

Some of the little kids around their age surrounded them out of curiosity, others did because of shock. Most of them ran away in fear, and a few sprinted to the Director inside the Children's Home.

But unlike the others who stared at the weeping boy on the ground, a little girl — who was the closest to the mess — didn't even bother looking at him. The scene shook her without a doubt. It was when she heard a noise. Not humane but it's from a human. It almost sounded like an animal. She disturbed a second glance at him, then darted her eyes at Jae-yeo, and then her gaze didn't move from there.

"KANG JAE-YEO!"

It was the teacher's voice that broke Yang So-eun in her trance. Her eyes dropped to the ground as they followed the bright red lighter falling from the suspect's tiny grasp.

The teacher's eyes were widening— her body shaking more violently with every step she took to get her closer to the scene. The older woman didn't spare a second, she frantically rushed to the boy, almost tripping over the sand to hurriedly take the burning rod off of him.

His skin made a squelching sound, Jae-yeo didn't understand why she found it satisfying. She stared at the scene that she caused with an emotionless face. The rod sticks to the skin for a moment, a sting of molten flesh hanging on it as the woman tries her best to gently remove it from him, desperately trying to make it less painful.

The rod was hissing the whole time, for the boy and the teacher felt like an eternity, but she finally managed to get it off. As soon as she did, the boy made another wail. The teacher wasted no time and carried him, heading towards the infirmary.

"YOU— WHACK — INSOLENT— WHACK SON OF A DEVIL— WHACK!"

Jae-yeo kept her trembling hands high, refusing to drop them to ease the pain caused by the long meter stick repeatedly striking her forearms. She stood on a small chair, adding height to her little frame. The teacher, Mrs. Yer, held the stick, her hands also trembling, but unlike Jae-yeo, she wasn't shaking out of pain. She was shaking out of fury.

It wasn't the first time that the kid caused mayhem in the orphanage, but this was one of the worst ones. Actually, this was far worse than anything that she had done. Before, all she could do was poke one of the children's eyes or punch them when she was provoked— when her friend was being provoked. Locking girls in the closet or any claustrophobic areas or poisoning their foods with terrible aftertaste when they drop insults towards her friend. But now? She could've killed someone. A kid in her age.

That may sound exaggerated but her original plan was to swing the scorching to the boy's face. But thanks to the metal's weight, she had no choice but to let go and drop it into his thighs. You can imagine the horror of all of the kids' faces. But you cannot imagine the regret and disappointment Jae-yeo felt after fumbling over the metal instead of hitting the targeted region on the boy's body.

How did this happen, you may ask? Out of all the children in the orphanage, that boy, Ni-ki, was the most annoying one. He never learned his lessons. Once, he drank an apple juice that, unbeknownst to him, was made by none other than Jae-yeo. For four days straight, he was unable to move his tongue which felt like jelly on top of his mouth. And for another six days, he wasn't able to eat any solids and speak clearly. After his treatment, the culprit was revealed. Jae-yeo's reason is: "because he hurt So-eun."

So-eun. Her only friend in this place. So-eun was far like Jae-yeo. She was scrawny— Jae-yeo was at least healthy-looking— and she loved dancing and singing— Jae-yeo could neither do both— and she never knew how to fight back. Jae-yeo... She's the only one who protected her from all those bad kids. But as guilt likes to play with her, she can't muster the courage to do that when things are the other way around. When Jae-yeo was the one who was hurting. All she can do is stand and hope that her pain will stop.

Just like now. She just stood far from the window where she could see a clear image of Jae-yeo being punished because of her. Again. She felt like crying. And she is sure that that's how Jae-yeo felt right now with all those painful whips burning on her skin. But knowing her only friend, she wouldn't even let a single tear run down her cheek. So she tried her best to somehow imitate Jae-yeo's mindset. To stop herself from crying. Because how dare she cry? She doesn't do anything to stop Jae-yeo from being hurt because of her. She doesn't deserve to cry. Jae-yeo does.

And Jae-yeo tried her best to hold it back. Her arms faltered but after another hit, she held it up high once more. Through her teary vision, she can see blood forming on her skin, threatening to fall, making a pattern of thick and thin lines scattered on her soft silk skin. There are also faded scars, similar to the scars right now. A proof of all the bad things she did. Because of the meter stick, the old scars opened, causing blood and watery, yellow fluid to ooze out of it.

WHACK!

... WHACK!

With wide eyes, Jae-yeo's mind fell into a void. The stick snapped in half, falling on the floor with a limited series of clicks. The teacher was still yelling, probably cursing at her. But the little girl, can't hear anything anymore besides the constant ringing in her ears that goes down her neck. To her, the time suddenly slowed down, the sticks were still clacking on the floor in slow motion. Everything was in slow motion. Even her movements are in slow motion. The way she goes down on the small chair, almost tripping off the process, but her subconscious mind doesn't let her fall. The string in her brain that kept her under control snapped. It all seemed so gradual from Jae-yeo's perspective. She didn't even feel the stick in her hands. The stick was smeared with her young blood. The stick had a sharp edge after it was snapped in half. The stick that is now buried deep into Mrs. Yer's abdomen.

The teacher let out a scream, finally, the same reason why Jae-yeo was trembling. It was loud, extremely loud. But it was cut short when she felt the sharp edge completely go through her. Despite the terrible noises that Mrs. Yer made, Jae-yeo was still lost. She started at the end of the stick. Well... She tried to stare at the end of the stick but it was impossible since it was on the back of the teacher. So she let her eyes sit on the wound. She saw the blood. But she hasn't broken in her trance yet. But when the black starts to trickle down, running onto the rims of the stick, dripping on her hands... She blinked. The whole time she didn't, now because the warm liquid that passed to her made her wake up.

She stared up, the teacher's eyes wide, identical to hers, but Jae-yeo saw the reason. In the depths of the windows of her soul, she saw it gradually wanting to leave— she saw that the life in her eyes was slowly ceasing. But Jae-yeo was compulsive, she felt her pain running down her backbone, then with another blink, her eyes not widened but rested, she plunged it forward, twisting it until she saw the teacher's eyes twitch once, then twice, and fell.

She fell along with the meter stick inside of her. Jae-yeo let go of it immediately. And she stood by her teacher.

Jae-yeo stared at the body, specifically her face. The expression she made when the stick was piercing right into her intestine, was... Something that Jae-yeo couldn't quite explain. She felt something at the very outermost of her chest behind her skin. She couldn't explain it as well. Jae-yeo breathed steadily. Unusual for someone who had just killed a person. She was calm. Somehow she didn't feel any guilt— even in the remotest parts of her body. She felt nothing.

Something in her peripheral vision moved. His eyes flicked at the window, faster than lightning. For a split second, she was terrified that another teacher might have seen what a monstrosity she had done to her poor teacher. But then her eyes widened once again.

Oh, no.

So-eun.

A sweet, innocent So-eun was staring back at her with wide eyes. The poor girl was terrified. For the first time in a long time, Jae-yeo felt guilty. Not because of what she did to the teacher, but because she let her best friend watch how she just slaughtered someone right in front of her eyes.

And it's not just someone, Jae-yeo remembered how giddy So-eun can get whenever it was literature time in their classes. It's held by Mrs. Yer. So-eun mentioned that she is her favorite teacher. Mrs. Yer was the one who taught So-eun how to read English, she's the one who taught her how to write poems— she learned fast. So-eun wrote countless poems, most of which she always gave to Jae-yeo, who struggled to understand them because they refused to tutor her. Mrs. Yer never liked her the way Mrs. Yer liked So-eun.

Jae-yeo never liked her too, anyway. But since So-eun liked the teacher so much, she had no choice but to behave herself in front of her. But as much as she tried her best to do that, she couldn't. Not when that teacher was in charge of punishing whoever disobeys the rules. Even if she acted all kind and soft in front of Mrs. Yer, it could not be helped if she was the one who would discipline her whenever she crossed a line.

Unbeknownst to Jae-yeo, So-eun had started to grow a pot of anger inside of her when she first saw those fresh line marks on her forearms— it was the first scars that Jae-yeo got from the teacher.

A knock was heard, and Jae-yeo immediately whipped her head on the door. Another teacher entered the room. Her eyes instantly dropped to Jae-yeo, furrowed her eyebrows, and then noticed a familiar frame dipped on the ground, blood surrounding her below her.

That day was filled with a lot of screams.

"That kid is dangerous."

"We must get rid of her as soon as possible."

"Why don't we just contact the police? For juvenile prison?"

"No. It'll damage the orphanage's image. No parents would want to buy from us if they found out that one of our products would most likely kill them."

It was late at night. Jae-yeo and So-eun's knees are huddled up in their arms, listening outside the room with the help of the ajar door that serves as access to whatever the adults are talking about. Jae-yeo made an appropriate distance away from So-eun for a reasonable reason.

After the accident, the teacher who witnessed the post-murder of a teacher by a child called the other staff to help her with the scene. As they took care of the lifeless body, all the teacher could ever do was yell at Jae-yeo, too scared for her own life that the kid might do something to her too if she would ever put her hand on her.

They did nothing to Jae-yeo besides locking her up in her room to 'protect themselves from her'. The orphanage was too careful with its impression that they were willing to do anything to bury all their issues, hidden from the public.

The Haneul House was known for its perfect standards for parents who want to adopt. The outsiders adored the kids in the orphanage. But they didn't know how the children were taught and made — not born — as prodigies. The House made special categories for every specific 'specialty' of the kids. But not everyone is equal just because of that.

They have a pyramid. And each specialty has a specific part in the pyramid. The logical and mathematical are on top, music at second, arts and literature at third, and finally, theatre at the bottom, where So-eun was put. The children are treated based on their part of the pyramid so that they — based on the teacher's words — can be motivated to do better.

Jae-yeo can easily possess all these talents, but given her behavior, she fits into no part of the pyramid.

"What about the family who called us? The Baekyeon Family? They were willing to pay a large sum of money for one kid, right?" A faint voice squeaked.

"No." A firm one almost instantly answered like she just heard a blasphemy. "We will be digging our own graves if we give her to them."

"She's right. Beakyeon group cares about its image too much. That little devil will definitely cause them trouble, they will shut down this orphanage once that happens."

"How about... The Cheon Family?" the faint voice suggested slowly with caution.

There was silence after that. Jae-yeo wondered if they purposely lowered their voice because they knew that they were listening— the hunch made her swallow a lump in her throat. She turned behind her to see So-eun, who was already looking at her.

"That wouldn't be a problem for us, but we're putting that kid in danger—"

"She killed a fucking teacher! Why should we care what happens to her?"

Jae-yeo felt the hem of her shirt tighten behind her. So-eun's fingers dug into her night clothes. Fear and concern radiated around her, but thankfully, it was not contagious. Jae-yeo remained monotonous as they eavesdropped. But in the nucleus of her brain, something played with her emotions. Her? In danger?

"Mr. Yoo—"

"I agree with Ms. Ara." Another beat of silence. Jae-yeo managed to peek just a glimpse of a man, the head of the Haneul House, all eyes on him. "If we don't suggest her to them, it will be bad for us."

"... Very well, then."

Jae-yeo had never felt so small.

It was so chilly that her long sleeves and long pajamas were not even helping.

Her feet had fully neglected her control as they stayed planted on the hardwood floor. She wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible, to go to So-eun, who was now far from where she was. But because of how quiet the room was, distinct, familiar music kept her at bay. And at the same time, it made her want to run away and leave there. Her heartbeat drummed with the rhythm of the song— Magic by Secret.

Dark, eerie from silence eyes bore into her soul. A man who looked like he was in his 30s stood before her, staring at her down while his hands were tucked into the pocket of her onyx — even plain — luxurious pants. There was no doubt that he came with great power. A high-quality fabric hung over his shoulders, tailored and ironed.

Jae-yeo remained back at him. Though she didn't want to admit it, his gaze made her insecure for herself. It made her feel uncomfortable. She doesn't like to call it 'afraid' or 'scared'. She clenched her jaw in frustration and out of pure confusion. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like this feeling. She doesn't like this man one bit.

The man seemed to notice the way the structure of her cheekbones tightened, and the corner of his lips tugged. Jae-yeo's eyebrows twitched downwards.

"What's your name, kid?" The man asked after a minute of scrutinizing her.

Jae-yeo knew what was happening. All of the kids knew.

Today is the day when they are going to get adopted. And almost half of them are desperate to get picked. That explains the whole gathering in the main hall, where the children are expected to give their best to show off their talents in front of all the prestigious families. This 'get-together' event happens annually. Jae-yeo never got picked. No matter how hard the teachers pushed her, she refused to throw herself onto that stage just to entertain them.

The children here, they come and go. Most of them came from hospitals and broke parents who can't afford to provide for their kids, some were just trash on the streets who were blessed — or cursed — to be harvested out of their misery and thrown into the Haneul House. And that's when they will be forced to acquire a talent.

They are products in the process. And the families are here to buy them. Families who are unable to produce their own offspring, families who just want to use a kid for their own pleasure, families who want to use them for connections, and other purposes.

She doesn't want to be bought. And she's not going to leave this place without So-eun. Jae-yeo wonders where she is right now. She guessed that she was behind the building, sitting under the oak tree where they usually go and hide whenever the event starts. That's where they made the promise to not leave each other.

And that's exactly what she's going to do. She's not gonna let herself be bought. She's not going to leave this place without So-eun.

"Jae-yeo," she said monotonously.

The man smiled at her and knelt to reach her eye-to-eye. "How old are you?"

"I'm nine."

"Jae-yeo." He stared at her for a few seconds. "Do you want to have a family?"

Immediately; "No."

The man nodded and then turned her gaze to the teacher, who was standing tall beside Jae-yeo. She looks uncomfortable being in the room with this kid and this unknown man, that's evident if you're insightful enough. The man noticed it, too. And so did Jae-yeo.

The man eyed the teacher up and down before turning back to Jae-yeo. "I left some candies over there at the table. You want some?"

Jae-yeo, learning how to keep different masks at a very young age, nodded slowly.

The man smiled ear-to-ear and took her little hands into his broad one, guiding her to the Director's table. The teacher was about to take a step but the man directly sent her a stare, not a glare, but still emitted an uneasy feeling to her. "Go. You can come back if Ms. Cho-soon is done choosing. I will talk to the kid alone."

"Of course," she mustered a weak smile and hurriedly left the room.

Jae-yeo sat across from the man. The table was just beside them, in the middle was a bowl of different colored sweets. He slowly slid it to him and picked up a piece, handing it to Jae-yeo. She took it and popped it into her mouth. Strawberry.

"Can I see your hand?"

Jae-yeo, perplexed, stared at him with hidden confusion. Nonetheless, she brought up her hand to him.

He took her hand with gentle comfort and then flipped it so that her forearm was facing upward. I thought saying anything, he unbuttoned the buttons of the sleeves, exposing her sacred scarred skin. Jae-yeo didn't make any effort to pull back or stop him.

"There's more in the other one, too, right?" He nodded to her right hand.

Jae-yeo didn't say anything.

"Aren't you going to ask how I knew?" The man let go of her hand and took another candy, giving it to her. She ate it without letting it sit longer in her hand. She didn't say anything, the man expected that. "Want me to tell you a secret?"

Jae-yeo is always up for secrets. She stared at his eyes, the man saw this as an invitation for him to keep going.

He leaned in as if there were other people in this room besides them. "I grew up here."

The man leaned back, smiling at Jae-yeo's expression. Her eyes widened, and curiosity was visible on her face. "What?"

He took another candy, but this time, he didn't give it to Jae-yeo and placed it in his mouth instead. "I was like you." He pulled up his sleeves and showed her his forearm, white lines ghosted across his skin, and buttoned it again after giving Jae-yeo a few seconds to look. "Life was a living hell for me here. I'm sure that's how you feel, too."

Jae-yeo looked down, unable to deny him.

"I have no talent to show. I really thought I was going to spend the rest of my life slaving here in this hellhole for nothing." He took another candy and popped it into his mouth. "But then a miracle happened. A man in a suit came to me. He ignored the stage. His attention was focused on me while I was cleaning the tables for them. After the event, he took me. Cheong Dae-han. A kind man who showed me sympathy. He made me realize that I'm far more worthy than being here. He changed my life. He ended my suffering."

He took another candy and stretched it to her, but instead of taking it, she stared at it, hesitating.

"Jae-yeo. Do you want to end the suffering, too?"

Jae-yeo finally took the candy from his hand but she didn't answer the question.

"You can show them what you're capable of. You can make them feel what they did to you. You can do whatever you want— and it all depends on how you answer this question..." He clasped his hands together. "Do you want to have a family?"

Jae-yeo clenched her jaw, critically thinking about her decisions. She's not dumb. But she's too prideful to also choose the smartest option. So-eun... Clashing her front teeth, she muttered. "No."

The man's smile faltered. "No?" He let out a small chuckle. Then it became a stifle of fits of giggles. And then a laugh. And before she knew it, the man was laughing hysterically in front of her. Like he's making fun of her. "Did you just hear what I said? Did you just hear what you said?"

Jae-yeo didn't answer. And the laughter had died down.

"Jae-yeo..." His tone dropped, but his smile remained. "You can't survive this place being alone."

"I'm not alone." So-eun...

"Oh?" His eyebrows were raised with genuine amusement. "What's their name?"

Jae-yeo opened her mouth to speak, but the sound of the door prevented her. The teacher from earlier entered and walked up to the man.

"Mr. Woo, the Baekyeon family has chosen their heir."

The man tore his eyes off Jae-yeo and to the woman. "Name?"

"Yang So-eun."

Jae-yeo whipped her head to the teacher, eyebrows furrowed. The man didn't fail to notice that as he began to smirk. He turned his head to the teacher, nodding his head, gesturing for her to get out of the room once more. The woman complied.

"Where were we?" He pretended to ponder. "Ah, back to the question..."

Jae-yeo's eyebrows were furrowed. So-eun? What did she do? Didn't they promise each other not to leave each other? They promised each other not to join any performances so that wouldn't be a chance for them to get picked.

She was full of possible thoughts. None of them were good. And it was visible that she was uneasy, and the man took advantage.

"... Do you want to come with me?"

"So-eun-ah~," Jae-yeo called out sweetly. Too sweet, if you may ask.

"Jae-yeo!" So-eun was still in her ballerina outfit, her eyes wide as they darted to Jae-yeo's. "I have something to tell you—"

"I heard you were getting adopted!" Jae-yeo beamed, her smile as wide as a Cheshire cat, and her eyes sparkled under her will. It was terrifying how real it looked. So-eun even believed it.

"Jae-yeo..." So-eun looked down. "I'm sorry."

Jae-yeo gritted her teeth. She thought So-eun was apologizing because she was going to leave her with the devils. She thought she was apologizing because So-eun took pity in picturing her all alone here. Because she broke their promise.

But no.

So-eun apologized because she thought she was the reason why Jae-yeo was always being punished by the teachers, she apologized because she thought no one wanted to be friends with Jae-yeo because she was friends with her. And leaving this orphanage, So-eun thinks that it would be the best for Jae-yeo.

Jae-yeo sighed and pulled her into a hug. "What are you sorry about?" Her arms tightened around So-eun, enough to let her feel some sort of pain, but not enough for her to notice it. "You're just being practical. You just want to get away from the suffering. You just wanted to have a family. Those are not something you should be sorry about, hm?" She said through spite, disguised in an understanding tone.

Unaware of the suffocating embrace, So-eun hugged back. And Jae-yeo heard a sob from her.

"Don't cry." She brought up her hand and stroked the back of her head. "I'd like you to know... That I got adopted, too."

So-eun gasped and was about to pull away but Jae-yeo pulled her back.

"I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not going to leave."

#baek harin #baek harin x reader #pyramid game #baek harin x oc #psycho x psycho

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queensharotto · 1 year ago

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Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 5: Late 2023)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs.

September 2023 🍂

• “Lord/Lady Harbinger Cookie”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “Bully Hunter”

Featuring: Lilac Cookie

• “Harbinger Cookie’s Relationship with Pomegranate Cookie”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie

• “All Aboard” 💗

Featuring: Milky Way Cookie

• “Napping in Goblin Cookie’s Bag”

Featuring: Goblin Cookie

• “Yandere Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Y/N Cookie Meets Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie’s Greatest Treasure: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie as a Shagaru Magala”

Featuring: The 5 Dragons and the Cookies of Darkness

• “Golden Cheese Cookie and Ancient Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie Body Pillow”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie showing off her wealth”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Satellite”

Featuring: Stardust Cookie

• “The Greedy or the Honorable”

Featuring: Pirate Cookie, Sorbet Shark Cookie, Captain Ice Cookie and Peppermint Cookie

• “Halt! The Restriction Mayhem Update!” 💗

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Cocoa Cookie, Ninja Cookie, Okchun Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie and Lotus Dragon Cookie

• “Bastet Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie and 2 Marzipan Cookies

• “Smoked Cheese Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Kingdom Host Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, Smoked Cheese Cookie and High Priest Cheesenbird

October 2023 🎃

• “Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie fighting over Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie

• “Can’t Take What Isn’t Yours”

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie and Peppercorn Cookie

• “Paying Golden Cheese Cookie to use her gold in Character Designs”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Challenge: Punch Y/N Cookie in the face”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Tea Knight Cookie and Rye Cookie

• “Dragon Person Y/N Cookie in the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Pitaya Dragon Cookie

• “Courtship Dance with Smoked Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Smoked Cheese Cookie

• “Off to Wish Camp!”

Featuring: Cannoli Cookie, S’mores Cookie, and Yoga Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie Cherished by Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Halloween Party with Chili Pepper Cookie” 🎃

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Reward: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Members of Teams Crunchy and Cripsy

• “Spooky Cookie Tales: Prikaza” 🎃

Featuring: Black Garlic Cookie

November 2023 🌾

• “Sitting on the Golden Goddess’ Lap”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Archaeologists of the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Fruit Cheese Cookie and Camembert Cookie

• “Beneath Burnt Cheese Cookie’s Mask”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “The Corrupted or the Fooled (Abyss Monarch vs. Black Pearl Cookie)”

Featuring: Abyss Monarch Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “Robbing a Bank with Timekeeper Cookie”

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

• “Pocky Day with Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Peach Cookie and Croissant Cookie

• “Rockstar Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Rockstar Cookie

• “Stollen Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie

December 2023 🎄

• “Icicle Yeti Cookie and Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Icicle Yeti Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in The Holiday Express” 🎄

Featuring: Creme Brulee Cookie and Linzer Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie Writing her own Y/N Cookie x her story”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in the Christmas Academy”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie and Strawberry Cream Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie’s Story: A LOT of cut material”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “A Happy Ending Just for You”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Kissing Golden Cheese Cookie’s Hand”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Sugar Swan Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Sugar Swan Cookie

• “All I Want for Cookiemas is Y/N Cookie” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “The Sweet Signals from Space”

Featuring: Astronaut Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

Divider Source l Next Masterlist l Previous Masterlist

#brittle doughie masterlists #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #yandere cookie run #cookie run angst #cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #yandere cookie run kingdom #crk #cr kingdom #crob

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hugemilkshake · 6 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/hugemilkshake/764816678039240704/day-2-of-oc-kissing-may-i-give-rex-cookie-some

That’s great, I’ve actually been thinking about the same thing as I go along with this! I’m really curious as to how your ocs would even react to receiving the kisses themselves!

Well here you go for that! (I’m not drawing their reactions-)

How my OCs would react to being kissed!

Starfruit Milkshake only wants kisses from Snake Tooth

Snake Tooth only wants kisses from Starfruit Milkshake

Bubbly Milkshake would cover her face since she would be blushing a lot

Burnt Caramel would probably purify himself but then give you a pat on the head

Rex Cookie would say thanks and not act like she’s happy but her tail would be wagging so she kinda gives herself away

Sugary Jello will be giggling a lot and asking how did she taste. Don’t worry she’s a bit of a freak at times

Cinnamon Spider is grinning like a idiot and will probably ignore any illegal stuff you do for a bit

Red Fruit will act confident but will internally be questing if your the one and wether or not he should introduce you to his grandma

Blackberry Shade is chuckling and then peppering your face with kisses, she has to one up you.

Powdered Basil is softy smiling and giving you a kiss in return… you don’t know how much that means to him

Simmering Onion won’t notice you kissed him until a few minutes later, after that he’ll be real embarrassed

Grilled Tomato is smiling and giving you a big old hug, you probably both fall after she tried to lift you up

Scorched Garlic will smile but kindly ask you to not do that again, not because it makes him uncomfortable but because he doesn’t feel like he deserves it…

Bubbling Oil smiles at you and will ask if she can kiss you back, if you say yes then she will kiss you back, leaving you with a warm and joyful feeling

Adele Penguin doesn’t like kisses but hugs are always appreciated since they’re are super cuddly!

Wild Basil is tricky, I mean if you kissed him I think he would be shocked and either A- keep you around at all times or B (and what most likely will happen) he will shove you away and run off.

Barbecue "Dragon" will try to not show he’s blushing by acting high and mighty and that he let you kiss him

Gran-Berry she will only accept either forehead or cheek kisses due to her age but she will be very happy

Minty Snail is stuttering a lot but will ultimately hug you

Dark Apple he will punch you if you kissed him. No kisses for him. But maybe a fist bump or a side hug will work

Tabby Cat gets no kisses, but they will sleep on your lap, not as a sign of affection but because they are very eppy

Pink Mantis will be giggling and writing you lots of love letters

Blushing Snail won’t accept kisses, they will basically shrink down into their cloak if you do

Emperor Caterpillar will give you a lazy grin and offer a date to you

Peach Novius will try to complement you but will be stuttering to much

Leaf Sheep Slug would be blushing if he didn’t have to worry about a crazy ex, so instead of being all giddy he’s going to probably protect you from Blazing Spice

Adenosine Cookie is certainly interesting. The fact you got close to them is crazy in the first place, and since their face is hidden it would be in their hand that got kisses, which is more impressive so honestly you’d probably get a compliment before they leave, they are the type to commit to stuff

Water Cookie is a minor so no kisses, but a hug would be good

Salt Water is a minor so no kisses but a high five will do

Sugar Water is a minor so no kisses and nothing else.

Snake Skin will chuckle and give you some stollen money after he quickly flirts with you

Weeping Begonia will flirt with you while sneakily stealing stuff from you. Him giving it back or not is the true question

Purple Mold will be a little confused but will ultimately be super chill with it

White Flower won’t have much of a reaction but hopefully you didn’t kiss her on the lips, she has a parasite that wouldn’t mind switching bodies

Blazing Spice would be flattered that you’d kiss him but unfortunately his heart belongs to another… which might be a good thing for you since he’s a bit crazy

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk oc #crk ocs #cinnamon spider cookie

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howlrs · 30 days ago

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7, 8, 9 for the oc asks!

oc questions! // @koseigu / @taliaromanova

7. favorite animal? why?

1. horses. seph is a horse notgirl. hard to say why, honestly, it just sort of developed that way after i wrote a war-veteran horse-therapy verse for her and it clicked with her super well?? which is unusual because seph and animals DO NOT mix most of the time. like other people's pets? she tolerates them. they tolerate her (maybe).

which was the same situation w/ the horses in that verse, because they sure as hell can sense human stress!!! and seph sure is constantly in a state of tightly-wound stress!! but slowly w the help of the other muse they learned from each other and seph was able to do a lot of healing. wails.

anyway i think that's where it comes from on a meta level. but if you asked her, it's because they're useful and elegant SJDHSKDB

2. her other favorite is crows, because they're smart and contrary to every other animal, they actually like her. she shares the rooftops with them, after all, and at their core seph is a respectful creature, even if they give off canine-predator vibes. crows give her chances that most others do not. now they bring her things and she carries peanuts around in a little squirrel-proof bag for 'em

8. do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

seph is the obvious one, which was started by their twin brother orion and just sorta stuck! everyone calls them seph. unless they're not allowed to, and enough punches to the teeth get the point across eventually.

@bcdomens' shuni calls them princess because of their Dark Rapunzel hair <3 'dog' or 'mutt' is pretty common because of the Way she Is, 'pup' less so but still happens. @spiritcrown's pasha calls her perse/percy as well :) i'm probably missing a lot here, those are a couple that came to mind!

i'm always so so so excited when a muse gives seph a new nickname. like please. call them things. please. i love it so much.

9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

s-tier foods: oyakodon. also one of the few things she can probably cook with her eyes closed. honey-roasted almonds from street carts. raspberry pastries.

runner-ups: she's also fond of taiyaki, ketchup rice/chicken rice, tamagoyaki, hot pot of all kinds, and (as of recently, thanks @dogmawd) congee. also loves fruit!! especially citrus, peaches, pre-cut pineapple, and berries. raspberry jam straight from the jar. big fan of refined carbs, too, moreso for the energy boost than the taste unless they're prepared well. i think seph would enjoy ochazuke if she tried it.

least favorite: ANYTHING STICKY. DO NOT MAKE HER TOUCH AND THEREFORE EAT STICKY THINGS. this includes melty shit like ice cream, fruits you have to peel like mangoes (pre-cut is fine), etc. anything that will gunk up the seams of her prosthetics. fuck that. not a big fan of greasy, dairy-heavy or deep-fried foods.

seph is, besides a few sensory-nightmare exceptions, not a picky eater. the foods listed above that she likes are primarily sourced from her pre-disappearance fuckshit preferences (so like ages 16-21), as her pursuit of enjoyment/sensation died out after said fuckery, and she's p much been subsisting on protein shakes, hard liquor and multivitamins since. KJSDFSDF

no dietary restrictions per se! all i can think of is the digestive discomfort with heavy foods being the cause of her dislike for them. which can be worked around if the food is tasty enough. some long-dead repressed part of her really enjoys cooking and trying new things, just! things didn't work out that way.

#>> dash games.#>> headcanons.#taliaromanova #koseigu #substance abuse cw #just in case #ILY

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sentientcave · 4 months ago

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Let's Riot! Otherwise known as the gay roller derby AU

Part 2

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Contains: Lesbians! Almost everyone is a woman (Alex is NB and there are like. A few men mentioned.) and most of them are gay, OCs: Readers and OCs from a bunch of my projects and also Bambi and Bricks who belong to the esteemed @dragonnarrative-writes , Roller Derby!, complicated dating histories

~3.2k - 18+ MDNI

Morgan noticed the set of big boots, and slid out from under the car she was working on. From far above, Simone looked down.

Simone was Jo's friend and teammate, a big, handsome woman, blond hair left just long enough to curl on top of his head and clipped short on the sides. Silver earrings glinted when he shifted on his feet.

"Ronnie said y'might be hirin'," he said, wasting no time with pleasantries. It was one of Simone's best qualities, in Morgan's opinion. The ability to get to the point.

"Thought you worked for Thompson's Garage, across town."

"Yeah. Did. Might've punched 'im f'r cornerin' some poor girl with a cracked radiator an’ offerin’ ‘er a discount for… services rendered. Told 'er t'come 'ere, boss told me t'get lost." He scowled, flexing his hands, clearly still upset by what had happened. It must have been a good punch, judging by the purple bruise on his left-hand knuckles.

"What do you get paid there?"

"Twenty an hour."

"Shit, he was cheating you. Alright, move so I can get up." Morgan slid the rest of the way out from under the vehicle and accepted Simone's hand up. "Come on, let's get the papers sorted. I usually pay thirty to start, but I don't think you're the type to slow roll work, so I'll start you at thirty five, go from there. There's overtime if you want it, I'm here five to five Monday to Friday. You came at just the right time, I was gonna post an ad today. But Bricks knew that."

"She's been tellin' me t'come work for you for ages. Didn't realize you paid so well."

"I'd rather pay a few competent people than deal with an army of cheap idiots. I don't have the patience for it." She led Simone into the main office, where a young woman with red-rimmed eyes was handing her keys over to Nova. She gave Simone a watery smile as they passed by.

"I thought you'd be more'f a cunt," he admitted. "Jo said you were. But I guess Ron wouldn't've become your friend if you were as bad as all that."

"I am a cunt," Morgan said, dropping into her chair and fishing her keyboard out from under a pile of invoices. "But not if you don't deserve it. Jo deserves it."

Simone chuckled as Laika unfolded herself from the dog bed in the corner and came over to sniff her boots with interest. "Well. Sometimes, yeah."

"That's Laika. She's a terrible guard dog, but perfect otherwise. She's usually with me, in here, or politely begging for someone else's lunch. Don't fall for it. I think it's clear she's very well fed. Sit, please."

Both Simone and Laika sat down and looked at her expectantly.

Morgan bit back a laugh. "Alright, let's get you set up."

Once she had all of Simone's information, she set him up at the computer to do GHS training and went back out to the garage. The radiator job was an easy patch, and she made a note to order a replacement before the thing started leaking again, and didn't charge for the temporary repair, which had her awkwardly standing there while the poor woman cried on her shoulder and unloaded about the truly terrible month she'd been having. Morgan made her some tea and sat with her until she felt steady enough to drive, and then rushed through the rest of her work so she could leave a bit early and drop by the shops on the way home. She'd asked Simone what kind of pie Jo liked, and received the deliberately unhelpful response of "Peach, prob'ly." Followed by a chuckle and a sly look.

A comedian, clearly.

She decided, perhaps a bit vindictively, to make something with a mix of blueberry, black currant and blackberry, so it would stain one of Jo's perennial white tank tops permanently if she got any on herself.

Laika hiked herself up onto the couch as soon as they got into the flat, clearly exhausted by the extra two blocks they had walked to get to the grocery store. Morgan envied her ability to relax so thoroughly so quickly.

She changed out of her work clothes and scrubbed all the dirt and oil off her skin, careful to get every bit from under her nails, and got working on the pie, keeping an ear out for the sound of Jo's door slamming closed to signal her return.

It was mortifying to walk down the hall with the still warm pie, wearing a skirt and a half un-buttoned button up shirt tied around her waist. She wasn't sure if she hated Bricks more for the suggestion that she wear something low cut, or Jo for the way her eyes instantly dropped, first to her cleavage, and then to the pie.

"Well hello. You in a better mood today, sweetheart?" Jo leaned into the doorframe, her black, sawdust covered t-shirt tight around her arms and riding up just the slightest bit, revealing a slip of skin and a peek at the elastic from her underwear.

"Yes. Much better. Thank you." Morgan held out the pie tin, trying her best to ignore the smell of wood shavings and sweat that rolled off of Jo. "Will you please let us use your warehouse as practice space until we can find somewhere else?"

"Hm. Maybe. Why don't you come in for a minute? Can't let you do all that work without gettin' a taste yourself."

“No, that’s fine, just take this and let me know what you decide.”

“Hm, no. Come in, make me some tea while I pop in the shower, then we’ll talk.” Jo gently dragged Morgan inside, then closed and locked the door behind her. “I’m sure you can find everything you need. Kitchen’s laid out just like yours.”

Their apartments were basically identical, just mirrored, and Jo’s was lacking in a certain level of coziness. She had nice furniture, solid wood kitchen table and chairs, no doubt made by her own hand, an overstuffed leather couch, nice bookcases, but there weren’t many personal touches, even though Jo had lived in the building for years longer than Morgan had. The walls were still beige.

Morgan set the pie down on the counter and glanced back over her shoulder. Jo already had her shirt off, and was just hooking her fingers under the edge of her bra as she started down the hallway. The well-defined muscles in her back flexed and then relaxed, her torso twisted back toward the kitchen. Morgan’s eyes flicked up, catching Jo’s smirk. She looked away and grabbed the kettle, hoping to avoid any further conversation for the moment.

Jo laughed, and a moment later, the sound of her shower started. Morgan turned on the kettle and sat down heavily. Jo was clearly going to take advantage of her forced civility for her own entertainment.

Well, at least someone was having fun.

Of course, getting flustered or mad was only going to encourage her. Morgan needed to get a hold of herself. Jo was just toying with her like a cat with a mouse.

She plated two slices of the pie, made tea, and sat down at the table to wait. The shower shut off only a few minutes later, and not long after that, Jo came back down the hallway, towel-dried hair finger-combed back from her face, wearing sweatpants and a tanktop that stuck to her wet skin, the white fabric just the slightest bit see-through.

“Thanks, pet. Didn’t mention before, but you look cute. Don’t think I’ve seen you in a skirt since you went on your last date.”

“I don’t have a lot of occasions to. Now, can we—”

“It’s a shame. You’ve got nice legs.”

“Jo, please. I’m going to lose my temper if you keep this up, and I’m trying very hard to be nice.”

“I’m complimenting you.”

“You don’t mean a word of it, you just enjoy torturing me. Now, about the warehouse.”

Jo hummed, picking up her fork and using the side of it to cut a bite sized piece off the slice of pie on the plate in front of her. “I suppose we can give it a trial run. We practice Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Can you work around that?”

Morgan grimaced, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “We’re Tuesdays and Thursdays right now. Billie and Dancer can’t do Wednesdays, Kitty’s got late classes Monday and Friday. I suppose it’s alright if some of us can only make one practice a week, but Kitty and Dancer are our newest skaters, they could use the extra time.”

“Are they available on Sundays?”

Morgan shook her head. “Sweetpea volunteers through her church, I don’t think she’d want to give that up on an ongoing basis.”

Jo made an appreciative sound as she chewed her bite of pastry and berry filling. “Hm. S’pose we could shuffle things about a bit. You can ‘ave Tuesday.”

Morgan nodded. “Okay. Maybe we can make it an extra long practice to make up for it.”

Jo was silent for a moment, thinking it over. “Want to make it interestin’?”

“Almost certainly not.”

“Hear me out, sweetheart.”

“Alright. Fine. What do you have in mind?”

“We’ve got that match tomorrow. If your team wins, you get Tuesday and Thursday. We’ll move things around. And if we win, I’ll still let you have Tuesdays, and we can share Thursdays.”

“That’s it?” Morgan asked. Maybe Jo wasn’t as bad as all that. “When you said make it interesting I thought you’d make it— Well, I thought you were going to be awful.”

“You want me to add some personal stakes?” Jo asked, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I can if you like. I’ve had a few thoughts. You comin’ over here all cute with baked goods gives me a few more.”

“I do not need to hear those thoughts.” Morgan stood up, smiling tightly. “That’s an acceptable wager. It would be nice to have enough people to run the occasional scrimmage with. I’ll let the girls know. Thank you.” She quickly walked out the door and into her own apartment without looking back, closing the door firmly behind her.

She picked up her phone and pulled up the Riot groupchat.

CpnMorgan: Going to the disco. Anyone up for it?

Chelsea watched the other girls move around the roller rink, sitting on the table with Bricks between her knees, her arms looped around Bricks’ shoulders. They were on guard duty while the others had fun. They’d swap back in when someone else needed a break. “Well, it’s a good start,” she said.

Apparently, Bambi and Doll had been on a double date, but they were skating in sync, moving to the music, and their dates were nowhere to be seen. Dancer was spinning like a top in the centre of the rink, ballet skills on impressive display. Billie wasn’t there yet— She had promised to read Ellie the next chapter of some story before bed, and then Roach’s mother was going to keep an eye on her so that Billie and Roach could both come out. Sweetpea, Bunny and Kitty were talking and skating, Bunny moving backward so she could look at both of them while they chatted.

Morgan was obviously pissed, despite the good news. She was doing hard laps, weaving through slower skaters like they were obstacles in a course.

“It is,” Bricks agreed. “Honestly Jo and Morgan had an entire conversation without Morgan swinging on her. That’s not nothing.”

Chelsea hummed in agreement. “Are the Femmes coming here tonight? I know you texted Simone, but you didn’t say if she responded.”

“He,” Bricks reminded her idly, picking up her phone to check. “He sent me a thumbs up.”

“Is that a yes?”

“It could be a yes, or a good to know. I’ll ask Kylie.”

“I think that’s Farah and Alex— Hey!” Chelsea waved at the couple that just walked in. They beelined for their table, hand in hand.

“This is a regular date spot for those two.” Bricks sat forward a little, beaming. “Hey kids.”

“Nice to see you, Ronnie,” Alex said, giving her a nod and a wide smile. “Princess Peach.”

“It’s been too long. Excited for the game tomorrow?” Bricks asked.

Farah dropped onto the bench beside her. "You bet. I love playing teams that don't spent the whole game trying to foul us out. And your newbies are so cute." Farah wiggled her fingers at Kitty as she rolled past, which made her stumble and nearly fall over, or would have if Sweetpea and Bunny weren't right there to catch her.

Chelsea laughed. "She is cute. Kitty gets so flustered when anyone flirts with her."

Alexis sat down as well and pulled their skates out of their bag. "You just handed us a secret weapon to get through your line," they joked. "You're so doomed now."

Farah laughed and swatted Alexis' knee. "She's a jammer. It wouldn't help."

"Damn."

"Actually, we train for all positions," Bricks said. "Morgan thinks it makes us better all round, and I think she's right. Kitty can block. She would have a hard time blocking your team, since most of you are behemoths."

"They forgot to give me the growth serum," Farah said solemnly. "I didn't make it to practice the day Jo was handing out shots. She gave Simone a double dose instead."

"That explains everything." Bricks glanced at her phone again. "Do you know if Simone is coming tonight?"

"They're at The Dragon," Alexis said. "Simone got a new job today and Jo is upset that her girlfriend of the week is mad at her or something, so Soap's gone to encourage bad behaviour and Kylie's gone to keep an eye on them. Macy works early tomorrow so she's probably already in her bonnet."

"Naturally." Bricks tipped her head back to look at Chelsea. "You mind if I do a couple circuits with these two? They love a third wheel."

Alexis grinned. "More like wheels 17-24."

Farah groaned. "You are getting as bad as Simone."

"And yet, you still love me."

"Till the end of time, habib albi." Farah reached for Alexis' hand and kissed the rose tattooed on the back of it.

The three of them stood together and zipped off for the rink, leaving Chelsea alone at the table, although she suspected not for long. Morgan was still going hard, but Dancer was meandering with the others now.

Bricks (on top of being tall, curvy, and gorgeous) was a genius. Getting the Femme41s and the Riot together just made sense. Both of them without a full roster, each team with practically opposite strengths, Jo with her very convenient access to actual space. If it weren't for Morgan and Jo's silly little fight, they would have suggested it full out.

As it were, Bricks was scheming, which was always a pleasure to watch.

Farah and Alexis were an easy sell. They could get along with almost anyone, and they weren’t intimidating like Simone or Jo.

Sweetpea and Kitty hopped out of the rink to get a drink. Kitty started unlacing her skates, clearly spent for the evening.

“This place rules,” she said. “I can’t believe it’s not busier.”

“I’m glad it’s not,” Sweetpea said. “Although I’m also concerned that means it won’t be open for all that much longer.”

“If they sell this place for condos I’m really gonna riot,” Chelsea grumbled. “Morgan talked to the owner already, said that she should talk to her if she decides to sell, or if any offers get made. I think she’s secretly wealthy or something. Sometimes she gets talking about learning to fly in her dad’s plane when she was young, or growing up travelling all over and I think, hm.”

“She also always picks up the tab,” Sweetpea pointed out.

“Then why would she work so much?” Kitty asked. “Doesn’t make much sense.”

Chelsea shrugged. “Maybe she just likes to work.”

Sweetpea hummed. “I’d believe that. But whatever. I’ve got a date Monday night and I’d like some opinions. We’re just going for a coffee and a walk by the river, so it’s gotta hit cute and casual, yeah?” She grabbed her phone to show them her outfit options.

Sweetpea was the kind of person who took pictures of every single item of clothing she had, so she could catalogue them and put together outfits paper-doll style on a picture of herself while she was bored at work. A lot of her clothes were handmade, or up-cycled thrifted items, and she sold them too. Chelsea had a rack of Sweetpea’s one-of-a-kind items in her shop, and some of Doll’s paintings on the wall. It was nice to be able to support her friends a little.

Plus, Sweetpea had custom made Chelsea’s favourite jacket, pink denim with a quilted bird on a branch on the back. She never went anywhere in it without receiving a dozen compliments.

It was so nice to have such a good group to hang out with, on and off the track. The Shadows had never really been like that, although she was so lucky to have met Billie (And Pepper, who she wished would come back from America) through them. That was a team that was all about Pippa, and doing what Pippa wanted. The final straw had been the less than subtle hints that Billie wasn’t recovering from Ellie’s birth fast enough, and that she could be replaced.

Chelsea lost her temper about it. She rarely let herself get mad, but she was pretty sure she called Pippa all sorts of names before she stormed off after a sobbing Billie. Pepper had followed.

The decision to start their own team came a little later. At first they just skated together, at the disco, down by the river, and hung out, until Billie had gone to Morgan’s garage, just a little after it opened. When Morgan returned the car, she asked about the skates in the backseat, and that had been the real beginning.

Chelsea was organized, but she didn’t always know where and how to start things. Morgan was the type of person that just ran full speed at any problem in front of her without thinking twice. So they'd put up a few flyers and booked the Reader St arena, and that had brought out Bunny and a few others, and then Bricks had joined up after the Riot had gotten slapped silly by Kortac. She'd said she wanted to be on the team that was laughing and supporting each other in a loss, rather than the one that criticized a win.

And that was the beauty of the group of people they'd brought together. It didn't really matter if they won or lost, because they had fun, and they liked spending time with each other. There was no competition amongst each other, no petty bullshit.

There was no way in hell Chelsea was ever going to let Pippa ruin that, even though the American woman had tried really hard to break up the team when she was dating Morgan. It was probably the whole reason why she started dating her.

So it probably wasn’t all Morgan’s fault that Pippa bought their arena, regardless of what they’d said the night before.

Either way, at least they’d have one thing in common with the Femme41— They all considered Pippa Graves enemy no. 1. And that was a great place to start.

Title card made on Canva - Image Credits: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 (Stickers are Canva assets) Dividers by @/cafekitsune

#Cave Writing #Let's Riot!#Roller Derby AU #Femme41 #cod mw fanfiction #kind of #All the OCs #Simone is a he/him butch and I love him #I love that Bambi and Doll fully ditched their dates like where did they go? Who knows #They are not paying attention #(now kith)#Alex and Farah 4ever

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melos-magic-ponies · 2 months ago

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Do you have any more human name/ethnicity headcanons for your next gens like you did with Almond?

My dumbass forgot to save the draft so I gotta retype this all again 💀

I’ll do the Mane 6 + Royalty, if I come up with more for the rest of the cast, I’ll come back and reblog this.

Tundra Twinkle: Turid (Indian/Norwegian)

Nacre Clouds: Nadra (Afro-Caribbean/French/Palestinian)

Silk Touch: Sylvette (Afro-Caribbean/French/Palestinian)

Almond Blossoms: Aliya (Pakistani/Scottish)

Goody Two-Shoes: Gordon (Pakistani/Scottish)

Hummingbird: Humaira (Pakistani/Italian)

Leap Frog: Leo (Pakistani/White)

Peach Punch: Pippa (Pakistani/White)

Permafrost: Pollyanna (Filipino/Black/White)

Rocket Ruckus: Rex…it’s short for Resurrección, he ended up with a very Filipino name lol /pos (Filipino/Black/White)

Amertine Dart: Daria (Filipino/Black/White)

Festive Fairy Floss: Fay (Black/White/Indian/Italian)

Italian Cream Soda: Samson (Black/White/Indian)

Pistachio Cornetto: Pietra (Black/White/Italian)

Spiced Apple Cider: Cesario (Mexican/Irish/French)

Fine n’ Dandy: Daniel (Mexican/Irish/French)

Star Bright Apple: Stella (Mexican/Irish/French)

Bon Vivant: Viviana (Mexican/Irish/French)

Liberty Apple: Bertrand (Mexican/Irish/French)

Garden Party: Gloria (Mexican/Irish/French)

Uranian Spell: Uriah (Palestinian/White)

Neptunian Prophet: Nahum (Palestinian/White)

Bonus: Old doodle of human!Silk Touch from February of last year, kinda hate how the hair turned out. But I still like the outfit which was inspired by this photo of musician Alexandra Savior

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interestinglittlerelationship · 6 months ago

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100 Things to Love About the OC

1. Ryan Atwood

2. Taylor Townsend

3. Summer Roberts

4. Seth Cohen

5. Sandy Cohen

6. Kirsten Cohen

7. Little Kaitlin Cooper

8. Teenage Kaitlin Cooper

9. The Summer Breeze

10. Seth’s Tahiti dream and “Yeah, she has no idea, I’ve never spoken to her before.”

11. Captain Oats

12. Princess Sparkle

13. The “I Wish I Was a Mermaid” Poem

14. 🎶California Here I Come🎶

15. Seth & Summer’s upside down kiss in the rain

16. Bagels 🥯

17. The bagel slicer

18. Sandy’s smear

19. The Pool House

20. Pad Thai

21. Callbacks and circular story telling

22. Marissa: “Who are you?”

Ryan: Whoever you want me to be.”

23. “You know what I like about rich kids?” BAM “Nothing.”

24. Ryan saying “Hey, my dad is right here,” to Sandy with the little shoulder bump

25. 🎶The Bluest Line🎶

26. 🎶Mmm, Whatcha Say🎶

27. 🎶Hallelujah🎶

28. Summer’s “Ew”

29. Bunnies🐰(Pancakes and Flapjacks)

30. Summer and Ryan’s we got into college spinning hug

31. The Model Home

32. The rare moments in which the core four were all happy

33. The “new & improved” core four, now with Taylor Townsend

34. Sophie Cohen

35. “You’re a Cohen now, welcome to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.”

36. Ryan and Seth little secret handshake thing

37. Sarcasm

38. Seth standing on things to declare his love

39. Summer standing on things to declare her love

40. Sandy giving Ryan his Berkley sweatshirt

41. Kirsten crying when Ryan left to go back to Chino

42. Peach Tort

43. Sandy was in a gang and, “We robbed from the poor and gave to the poor.”

44. Sandy punching Frank

45. Ryan’s sad little everyone leaves me wave

46. Ryan and Sandy’s bus stop hug

47. Ryan and Kirsten’s goodbye hug

48. Kirsten hugging Ryan and Seth at the same time

49. Seth and Ryan’s aborted handshake hug

50. Ryan and Seth’s whole friendship/brotherhood

51. Marissa and Summer’s whole friendship

52. Summer and Marissa being step sisters for a hot second

53. Summer and Taylor’s whole friendship

54. Ryan and Summer’s whole friendship

55. The gang adopting former bully Luke Ward for a hot second

56. Seth running away to live with former bully Luke Ward

57. Luke Ward

58. Alex Kelly

59. Alex and Marissa for the three episodes they were allowed to be happy

60. Marissa coming out to Summer

61. Chrismukkah

62. Chrismukkah stockings all in a row

63. Seth’s Christmukkah song

64. Summer saving Christmakkah

65. Seth’s color coded holiday alert system

66. “Taylor thinks Ryan is funny.”

67. And similarly:

Taylor: “Ryan, you told a real joke!”

Ryan: “Not a very good one, but yes I told

a real joke. Thank you, don’t tell anyone.”

68. Taylor’s red dress

69. Ryan: “How do you keep doing that?”

Taylor: “Doing what?”

Ryan: “Saying what I think before I feel it.”

Taylor: “Because I think about you.”

70. Ryan telling Taylor that he loves her

71. The whole flash forward ending montage

72. But most especially the boy on the stone wall and “Hey, kid, you need some help?”

73. Summer sticking her tongue out walking down the aisle at her wedding

74. Seth’s bar mitzvah friendship dance

75. Atomic County

76. The fact that Cosmo Girl (Marissa) gets her powers from a magic flask

77. The comic book Seth makes Ryan to convince him to come home

78. Ryan’s speech about social security running out and “Where I come having a dream doesn’t make you smart. Knowing it won’t come true? That does.”

79. The model home

80. The fact that Seth loves The Vegas

81. The fact that Seth has more friends at The Nana’s retirement home than at school

82. Ryan punching people who really deserve it

83. Seth making a list of people Ryan has punched while Ryan’s bleeding on the side of the road

84. Drunk Seth

85. The beach

86. Seth’s skateboard & Ryan’s bike

87. Seth’s Paris mural he painted for Marissa

88. Seth & Marissa’s whole friendship

89. Taylor stalking Ryan and their, “And then I can stock you.” “And then I can stock you,” scene

90. Newpsies

91. The Newport Group

92. Ryan the original arsonist and Seth the encore

93. The fact that Kirsten can’t cook

94. Everyone’s genuine terror when Kirsten tries to cook

95. The fact that Seth and Summer are the epitome of he fell first, she fell harder.

96. Seth: “At least I leave you funnier than when

I found you.”

Ryan: “I’m a lot better off than when you

found me.”

Seth: “Me too.”

97. Summer being a super cool environmental activist

98. Ryan finding his true family

99. Taylor finding her true family

100. The way Ryan looks at Taylor

#the oc #i love them sooooo much #the obsession is real #i miss them #i only included quotes I could remember off the top of my head #which is not at all concerning #i’m very normal

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thewickedlorchqueen · 6 months ago

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Lily really thinks her works are unique to the world of fanfiction, but the fact is, it's the same shit with a different name.

People hated Niva when she was called Darth Amarosa. And they hated her when she was called Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.

Or Ronan Beelzub.

Or Jenna Silverblade

Or Rose Potter.

Or Sonichu.

Or... shit, you get the point.

Lily's MCs are the same obnoxious Mary Sues that have plagued the Fandom space for decades, and the only reason she's gotten less roasting for it is because Max Landis shit in the punch bowl and made Mary Sue a dirty word.

See the thing is I love Mary sues, fanfiction camp is peak and they can be super fun.

However Lilys works aren’t fun, they aren’t the wholesome uwu stories she thinks they are. There fanfictions written by a white suburban college kid that identifies as an anti. And hasn’t developed her writing skills since middle school.

Someone else said it better than me but she just skips to the parts she wants to write and skips the middle that developed the characters and what people enjoy. How am I suppose to ship Amarosa and Rey when I don’t have any reason to believe Amarosa has any interest in Rey outside of her looks (They have scenes talking but Amarosa seems drawn and crushing on Rey since day one) how am I suppose to believe c!Mikaila and c!Lily are truly in love when they aren’t even shown on a date? Keira and Iris have this strong bond when we do t even get to see them be friends?

Outside of the super intamate scenes they have no connection. I mean is it really hard to say they like going on walks or to the movies? Playing games (I mean think about how cute it would be if Iris and Keira always played Mario and Luigi during Mario kart. Laurisa would be princess peach, or Keira plays as Rosalina, Keira as daisy and Laurisa as Peach (some people ship them)little things)

I don’t mean this bad but when Iris was shot I didn’t even care. I knew she was going to make it and I’m all honesty the angst fell through because the relationships were bland. I mean Lily couldn’t do a scene with Iris learning she’s becoming an aunt.

Tdlr: Mary sues are fine because they’re fun, Lilys ocs are just boring attempts at Sis-con in disguise.

#Lily orchard #lily orchard critical #anti lily orchard #anon

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takingchences · 2 years ago

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𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

Where the descendant of a legendary quirk longs to rewrite history by becoming a hero. But in order to fulfill her dream, she must first face off against ghosts from her past and a growing attraction for the insufferable Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: swearing

In the MHA/BNHA canon, there are already characters named Twice, Momo, and Mina, and all of them are Japanese. As a Kpop fan, I felt compelled to add a Sana to complete the set

series masterlist + my masterlist

The first recorded quirk was of a baby in Qing Qing City who could radiate light from her body. That baby later grew up to have a family, who started their own and so on and so forth. The cycle repeated itself again and again, with each new generation engaging in quirk marriages specifically designed to strengthen the original power passed down to them so many years ago.

The last coupling of a descendant, Yoichi Sakano, and a woman named Suzume Takahashi had produced the strongest quirk user yet—a daughter named Sana.

And so, our story begins.

Today officially marks the beginning of the rest of my life.

For the next three years, Sana Sakano would be attending the prestigious U.A High, the highest ranked heroics school in the country. After finishing in the top 5 of the recommendations exam, Sana knew firsthand how steep the competition would be. It wouldn't be an easy climb to the top, that was for sure, especially when she knew she'd have to face off against ridiculously talented people like Shoto Todoroki.

The two teens had known each other since they were toddlers, having first met after receiving their quirks. Enji Todoroki had wanted someone to push his masterpiece to his limits and force Shoto to work harder. Of course, Sana's father had no problems offering his daughter as a training partner for the son of the Number Two Hero. Endeavor had initially introduced Sana to the half-and-half boy as "a necessary obstacle to overcome if he were to surpass All Might in the future." But the head of the Todoroki family hadn't anticipated for the human punching bag he'd gifted his creation to strike back as hard as she did.

That first training session had ultimately ended in Sana's loss, but she'd put up one hell of a fight.

At first, the two children couldn't stand the sight of the other. Their fathers weren't arranging play dates like normal parents; no, whenever the two kids were together, it meant pain was coming. They'd been pitted against each other from the start. Not having a chance to properly introduce themselves led to a lot of misunderstandings during their first year of training. But as time passed and they grew to acknowledge and appreciate the other as a person, the rivalry eventually evolved into an unlikely friendship.

Sana checked her phone for any notifications, only to be disappointed that there was nothing from the candy cane-haired male she'd once called her best friend. Something between them had changed, and the peach-haired girl wasn't sure how to make things right again. It all started a few months ago, with Endeavor canceling their training sessions indefinitely. Since then, Shoto had been more reserved than usual, growing more and more distant. It was like the closer they got to attending U.A, the more he seemed to pull away and withdraw into himself.

Now, Shoto had never been a warm and fuzzy person to begin with. It just wasn't his nature. But there were times that he'd lowered his guard enough to allow Sana to see beyond the ice prince persona he'd built over the years.

Apart from Rei, Sana was probably the only person that knew who Shoto Todoroki really was. They'd grown up together. She'd been by his side during his lowest moments and vice versa. Sana knew all of his weaknesses just as he knew her's. She'd seen the kindness Shoto kept tucked away behind a wall of ice, the quiet passion that burned within his chest. A fire that hadn't been lit by Shoto's father, but in an ironic twist, his mother. A roaring flame that fueled his desire to do good, to be a better man than the poor example he'd been made to follow.

But now there was a chasm separating the two childhood friends. A gaping wound that neither knew how—or on his part, willing—to repair.

Months had passed since Shoto had last spoken to her. Without their weekly training sessions, Sana had been forced to prepare for U.A's recommendation exam alone. She'd seen the dual-haired male in passing during the tests, but he'd coldly brushed her off every time she'd tried to approach him or offer words of encouragement.

"Great. My first day of high school and I have no friends." Sana pouted, brushing imaginary wrinkles out of her teal skirt as she worried over her reflection one last time. She chose to leave her hair down, but packed a ribbon just in case she needed to tie it back later. This should be fun. She scooped up her backpack on her way downstairs, tossing a strap over her shoulder.

At the head of the dining table reading the newspaper was her father. As expected, his pale salmon hair was styled perfectly with a few gray hairs lining his temples. The full plate of food in front of him sat untouched. The light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a glare on his rectangular frames, making his expression unreadable. Sana took a deep breath before taking her seat at the table. Yoichi spared her a glance, clearing his throat to get her attention.

"So, today's the day, huh." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, sir." Sana answered, avoiding his icy blue eyes and picking at her breakfast. Chocolate chip and banana pancakes, her favorite growing up. They were even arranged into a happy face on her plate. Umi, the head maid of the house, obviously wanted to celebrate the joyous occasion.

"My little firefly is going to be a hero!" She'd told anyone who would listen for the past month. Umi's endless love for a child that wasn't her's to care for had always taken Sana by surprise. Maybe because she wasn't accustomed to openly receiving affection.

Not anymore, that is.

"Kids these days have such foolish aspirations, don't you think?" He scoffed, picking up where he'd left off reading. "Heroes," he said with a condescending laugh, a finger to his lips. "People parading around in ridiculous costumes, calling each other childish names." His hand fell, revealing an empty, practiced smile; the only one she'd ever seen him wear, even in rare family photos or during his numerous appearances on TV.

"They're only trying to make themselves feel more important than they actually are."

Just like you, she wanted to say. Sana swallowed her anger, her knuckles turning white as she tightened her grip on her silverware before forcing herself to relax.

"They're tacky and distasteful, yet you insist on ruining my reputation by chasing a pipe dream." Yoichi lectured, shaking his head in shame. "I thought I'd raised you better. But if setting yourself up for failure is the only way for you to accept your place in this world, then so be it." Sana lowered her head and pushed her chair away from the table to stand. His sharp gaze followed her retreating figure. "Leaving already?" He gestured towards her abandoned plate. "You've hardly touched your meal."

Sana paused in the archway leading from the dining room to the entranceway. Moments like these made her miss when she was younger, before she got her quirk. The times when it seemed like her mother's love-filled treats could take away any and all pain; from scraped knees and mild bruises to crushed spirits and emotional scars left in the wake of her father's "motivational" speeches.

Unfortunately, Umi's recipe didn't have the same effects. The once sweet meal had turned to ash on her tongue the moment her father had opened his mouth.

"I lost my appetite."

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

Rather than taking one of the town cars like her father had suggested on her way out, Sana chose to make the twenty minute trip to U.A High on foot. It was purely out of spite, but she refused to think about that man any longer. She wouldn't let him ruin what was, so far, the most important day of her existence.

Her skin tingled pleasantly as she soaked in the warm ultraviolet rays in the atmosphere. She could already feel her energy levels replenishing what little she'd lost getting ready. Sana couldn't help but let her mind wander during her peaceful morning walk. She honestly wasn't sure what to expect for the day. No doubt a nationally ranked school like U.A would be different from her past schools. Surely they wouldn't have students attend something as normal as orientation when they could be doing something far more productive. That would be the most rational option, right?

But what would they have us do instead? Sana tapped her chin thoughtfully. Are we expected to start training as soon as the first bell rings?

Up ahead, the front gates of U.A could be seen, the H shaped building piercing the sky. Kids her age and older were hanging around the courtyard, exploring the enormous campus and getting to know each other. Sana passed them all quickly, wanting to reach her classroom and make at least one friend before classes began. She'd need someone to sit with at lunch, since she doubted Shoto could be bothered to do so.

After wandering the halls for a few minutes, the girl finally found the correct door. Class 1-A had a rather large entrance, though she figured it was necessary since the school was expected to provide access for all types of quirks and mutations.

Sliding the door open, Sana was immediately greeted with a few polite hellos that she happily returned. Picking out her desk, she placed her bag in the seat and turned to observe the people around her. Only a small portion of the class had arrived so far. It'd be another fifteen or so minutes before classes began, which gave Sana plenty of time to get to know her peers. In the next row sat a girl with an edgy haircut.

First target acquired.

The girl, Jirou, was a little shy at first, but she opened up more once the topic of music came up. Both Tokoyami and Shoji were men of very few words, so Sana ended up doing most of the talking. Not that she minded, of course. She was used to carrying conversations after spending most of her life with such a stoic boy like Todoroki.

Momo and Iida automatically stuck out as private school types, with their unnaturally straight posture and overly polite mannerisms. Iida, being the more enthusiastic of the two, had energetically greeted the peach-haired girl and shared his hopes for the school year all while performing stiff, robotic movements with his arms. Momo had been more reserved, but just as warm and welcoming as the blue-haired boy.

Sana remembered seeing the girl's spiky ponytail at the recommendation exams.

Mina Ashido, an excitable B-girl with rosy skin, bubblegum curls, and black sclera quickly wormed her way into Sana's heart. The two formed an instant sisterhood after discovering their shared love of fashion, dance, and raspberry flavored lipgloss. Mina, being the social butterfly that she is, took it upon herself to introduce Sana to a former classmate of her's named Eijiro Kirishima. With his scarlet spikes and sunny smile, Kirishima had caught everyone's attention as soon as he'd stepped foot in the room.

Standing beside him was a derpy blonde with a black lighting bolt streaking through his hair. The blonde's eyes lit up after landing on Sana. When he'd noticed the two girls approaching them, he'd nearly short circuited. "Jeez," he rubbed a hand behind his neck, his cheeks glowing in embarrassment. "You're so beautiful I forgot my pickup line."

"Well, you're not so bad yourself, uh...?"

"The name's Denki Kaminari," he held a thumb to his chest proudly. "But you can call me yours." Both girls laughed at the cheesy pick up lines he continued to fire at the peach-haired girl, Sana found the hopeless flirt to be charming in a goofy kind of way. Kirishima, of course, was a precious bean, with his shy, sharktooth smile and obsessive use of the word "manly."

That's it, Sana thought as Mina told the group embarrassing stories from their middle school days, making Kirishima's face burn as red as his freshly-dyed hair. I'm officially adopting him as my child.

Overall, she had a good feeling about Class 1-A... well, except for a pervert named Mineta. Already, he'd tried to peek up the girls' skirts. Sana had knocked the little germ clear across the room before he could try anything else, much to Iida's horror. "Next time he tries something like that, I'll blind him," she'd threatened, tuning out the bluenette's long lecture about respect and classroom etiquette and blah blah blah.

Mina gasped, nudging Sana's arm. "Check out the class hottie!" She pointed, not even trying to be subtle. "He's giving off broody, mysterious vibes." Seated in the very back of the classroom was a devastatingly handsome guy with hair split straight down the middle—one half a stark white, the other a rich crimson.

Shoto Todoroki.

"Yeah," Sana agreed halfheartedly, averting her gaze. "Very mysterious."

Gray and turquoise eyes landed on her figure briefly before turning towards the window. Sana could've sworn she felt the temperature of the room plummet a few degrees, much like her spirits. We'll be seeing each other every day now. The thought gave her a flicker of hope. Sana wanted nothing more than to have her friend back. He'd avoided her like the plague during their final year of middle school. Sharing a class meant that he would be forced to acknowledge her at some point, so until then, all she had to do was wait.

The classroom had rapidly filled up while the girls had been chatting with Kirishima and Kaminari. When Sana finally returned to her seat a few minutes before the bell, she was surprised to find that a majority of the desks were now occupied, including the one directly in front of her. The only defining feature she could make out was his spiky, ash blonde hair. Sana gingerly reached out to tap his shoulder, only to quickly retract her hand as he whipped around to glare at her.

"The hell do you want, extra?" A low, raspy voice flowed over her, vermilion eyes burning into her own.

Sana took a moment to admire the boy's features. He had a well-defined jaw, though his cheeks still held some baby fat. Straight white teeth were bared in a grimace. His skin was smooth and golden, which further complimented his fair hair and brightly colored eyes. He was very attractive, despite the permanent scowl on his face. He looked familiar too, like she'd seen him before, though she was sure they'd never met until today. I'm positive that I've seen that untamable hair somewhere...

Then his words finally sunk in.

"I have a name, you know." Sana grit her teeth while maintaining a saccharine smile. "Sana Sakano."

His eyes narrowed even more at her response. "You think I give a shit? You're just another stepping stone on my way to the top." He tsked before turning to face the front of the room once again. Plum-red irises glowed faintly as she imagined her eyes burning holes through his obnoxiously large head. The universe is really testing me today.

The blonde then proceeded to lean back and prop his feet up on the desk, which immediately earned him a lecture from a certain blue-haired student. "Take your feet off of that desk now!" Iida demanded.

"Huh?" The blonde leaned back in his chair languidly.

With him so close, Sana caught a sweet scent clinging to his hair and clothes. Is that... caramel? She almost snorted at the irony. A sweet smell to balance out the sour attitude, maybe?

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" Iida continued to scold him, not that the boy sitting in front of her seemed to care.

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass or were you born with it?"

Sana slapped a hand to her mouth, shoulders shaking with muffled laughter at his brazen attitude. Next to her, Jirou also struggled to hide her amusement. Who is this guy?! Seriously, is he bold or just plain stupid? She wondered, trying and failing to compose herself. He's making enemies before class has even started!

As Iida tried to diffuse the ticking time bomb that was... whoever the guy was, Sana noticed a small, green-haired boy frozen in the doorway, watching the odd interaction with wide, fearful eyes.

The two stopped bickering and turned as the class fell into a hushed silence. Everyone was looking at the freckled teen, muttering amongst themselves.

What's going on? Sana looked around the room curiously. She heard someone mention the boy's performance during the entrance exam. Ahhh, so that's it. Sana tilted her head, observing the average-looking boy. At first glance, he seemed pretty ordinary. He didn't appear to be a threat, but she knew all too well that looks can be deceiving. Well whatever he did must have left quite an impression.

The broccoli-haired boy, Izuku Midoriya he would later introduce himself, was visibly flustered with all the attention suddenly focused on him. Iida walked over to him and the two exchanged a few words. Sana heard a low growl coming from the gremlin she had the honor of sitting behind for the rest of the year. If looks could kill, there was no doubt that Midoriya would already be six feet under. Hmm. Sana glanced back and forth, noticing a tension between the two. Do they, perhaps, know each other?

A girl with a brown bob and pink cheeks soon entered the scene, throwing exaggerated punches as she babbled happily with Midoriya and Iida. The trio stood in the doorway of the classroom and spoke for a few moments before-

"If you're just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now." A deadpan, disembodied voice silenced the entire room. Turning slowly, they noticed an extremely sleep-deprived man with long, raven hair lying in a mustard-yellow sleeping bag on the floor.

"They'll really let just anyone in here nowadays, huh?" Sana leaned forward to whisper teasingly beside Blondie's ear. When he turned to snarl at her, she gave him an innocent, close eyed smile.

"Welcome to U.A's hero course." The rugged-looking, ebony-haired man fished out a juice box from the depths of his sleeping bag, downing it in one gulp. Sana was both fascinated and horrified by the sight.

Where was he keeping that this whole time?!

The disheveled-looking man reluctantly climbed to his feet and removed himself from the sleeping bag. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that." He assessed the class with hooded, bloodshot eyes. "Hello, I'm Shouta Aizawa. Your teacher." This guy is a Pro? Sana observed him closely, but still couldn't identify the hero. "Right, let's get to it." He rifled through his sleeping bag before pulling out a gym outfit. "Put these on and head outside."

How is he storing so many things in there? Sana was in awe of this man. Is this Hogwarts or U.A?!

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nekohime19 · 3 months ago

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Part 4 of the MK x oc AITA serie ! The plot thicken and Hua is freaking out fr right now. Those two awkward boy needs a lot of help to reach their happy endings.

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Hua update 1

Sakurabloom_26 :

Yeah you would be the AH if you threw it away, though I don’t blame you for being angry about that punch that was very rude.

I will say this though if you both were so drunk that all you can clearly remember about the guy is that he’s fluffy, who’s to say Fluffy wasn’t in a worse condition and just reacted poorly when it hit him what happened.

Definitely give the guy a piece of your mind if you see him again, but give him the benefit of the doubt.

Also, you might want to read up more on the city and its residents/visitors, cause orange bird attracted to peaches and moving shadows in a theater, sounds like the work of two demon monkeys I’ve heard like to frequent Megopolis, what’s more I’ve heard they frequent your bosses rival’s noodle shop.

So good luck, both with Fluffy and the demons in your new home.

“Sending virtual hugs”

OP :

Yeah, I didn't think about how alcohol could have messed with our minds. Maybe Fluff didn't remember everything and freaked out?

That's a good idea. I should really search more info about this city 🙃

Thanks!! Love hug

Lagt :

Oh boy wow.

Yeah maybe let's uuhhhh let's not throw away the jacket? Maybe the guy forgot he was having a one night stand and thought he was being kidnapped or something (I mean it's megalopolis you never know) also I am pretty sure that Spider queen gal used to kidnap people to eat, while yeah u said you aren't with her maybe a guy who lives here may have a different reaction if his brain didn't catch up? Or maybe he is just a dick

Don't throw away the jacket, and if he doesn't show up for more then a months just resell it I say

OP :

With how crazy this town is I will not be surprised if daily kidnapping was normal 😅. Yeah, tbh I didn't think of the alcohol, and that maybe Fluff didn't remember everything.

I would feel a bit iffy to be associated with another (evil) spider just bc I'm a spider buuuut in a moment of panic, I guess I can understand the thinking.

Good idea! I'll wait to see if he comes back but after one month or so I'll see what I'll do with the jacket.

Thank you all for the kind advices, it helped me clear my head a bit. So here is an update, if you're still interested in this messy story 😅.

After cooling down, I decided that throwing away the jacket would be kind of an AH move. Especially since I don't know why Fluff punched me. I'm hoping it's not cause he hates me 🙃. So I just put the jacket down and went into my bathroom to check myself in the mirror. Nothing was broken (lucky me 😭) but I had a nasty bruise on my nose.

Well… at least this is giving me a “don't mess with me” look, ig. I'm trying to stay positive 😅.

Fluff can really pack a mean punch though. People were right when they said appearances were deceiving. Who knew a cute fluffy monkey could break your face this easily ☠️? This is a deceiving world. I'm saying this but I'm kinda deceiving too, ig. People see a scary spider so they assume I’m a scary guy, and here I am afraid of dolls and butterflies 😭. Don't judge me.

I applied some balm and went with my day. My boss asked about my bruise but I just told him it was an accident. Kinda embarrassing to admit I was punched by my one-night stand ☠️.

After that the week was strangely eventless. No weird peach-pie stealing birds or villains attacks. Tbh I was a bit bored 😅. I noticed that Fluff's jacket had some loose ends and I had nothing to do, so I thought, why not fix it? I'm good at sewing. And I like it. So I fixed it a bit. If he doesn't come back for it I might keep it tbh 🤔. The jacket is cool. A bit too big for me cause Fluff is bigger, but it's comfy.

Well Fluff came back at the end of the week.

I was still a bit angry, the bruise on my nose was aching, BUT I wanted to hear his side.

Conversation went like that :

Me : What do you want?

Fluff : I'm, huh, sorry. For the punch. Truth is… I-I have arachnophobia and it was a gut reaction, really. I'm sorry.

This… this made me feel so bad ☠️. Like, “oh no I messed up” moment. I won't lie it stings a bit when people have arachnophobia, cause well I didn't do anything to them and yet they're still scared of me, but I have phobias of my own (butterflies be watching me ☠️) so I understand the feeling..

I felt so bad. I was panicking inside! Rest of the convo went like that :

Me : Oh Gods I-I, huh, I didn't force myself on you, did I?

Fluff : No, no, no, no. I, huh I was drunk and it was dark, I didn't probably see you. N-not saying that you're not attractive or whatever, cause you're fine, mighty fine, super fine, but, huh, I-I spiders are… well…I'm not saying spiders are bad… Or that you're bad cause you're a spider… I just… I…

That was… half-flattering, half-endearing, cause Fluff was trying so hard right now. He didn't need to though. I get how phobias can be. Then I worried that maybe talking to me was making him uncomfortable too 😭. Maybe I should cut the convo short? I'm so bad at social interactions please help me, 😬. Then I remembered the jacket.

Me: Yeah, yeah, huh… wanna come inside? Wait no… you're probably not comfortable with that. Just, wait here.

I went back in a hurry and handed him his jacket in a bag.

Fluff : Thanks man.

Me : Yeah, no problem.

This was so AWKWARD. We just stood in silence, staring at each other ☠️☠️. I mean he's not bad to look at but it's so awkward. What am I supposed to do? I don't want to scare him more than necessary 😭. I just froze. Like “I'm the air” type of freeze. Sometimes I do that when I'm panicking.

Fluff eventually left and I breathed a sigh of relief. It's a bummer that we can't be friends but I don't wanna impose, especially if he's scared of me. He assured me he was willing when we did it, but I still feel so bad… I mean, he didn't seem to hate it when we did it, but still… 🙃

Things alcohol makes people do. I should quit drinking too much at parties 😭.

I guessed I'll never see him again… Oh boy how wrong I was ☠️. My boss's rival ordered noodles one day, and I'm usually more of a waiter than a delivery guy but it was a slow day and the usual noodle delivery guy wasn't there so I took the order. I hoped the delivery would be okay, it's kinda like walking in enemy territory, you know? It's a real noodle war.

I didn't expect to see Fluff at my boss's rival shop! Plus he looked chummy with the chef. ☠️, it was really awkward. I don't know how people deal with embarrassing situations but, in my case, I just PANIC! So I left the noodles and ran away.

I hope Fluff isn't thinking that I'm stalking him or whatever? 😭. I swear this is a coincidence. I don't want to stress out the guy. What if he thinks I'm a weirdo? Gods, I wanna dig a hole and hide myself there 😬. What if I see him again? What if he freaks out if I say hello cause I'm a spider? I have no idea what to do.

I mean Megapolis is not a small city but I feel like we're bound to cross paths eventually. Should I just avoid him? Ignore him? Makes me feel a bit bad but I'm so worried talking to him would just worsen everything 😭.

So I was freaking out for a few days already, and right as I was deciding that maybe I should just ignore Fluff for both our sakes, the peach-pie stealing bird appeared again. But this time the bird stayed instead of flying away with its stolen slice of peach-pie.

This gave me goosebumps.

Tbh I didn’t have time to do a quick internet search about Megapolis local resident 🙃.

So I stared at the bird, the bird stared at me, we had this weird showdown, strangely I didn't wanna lose to the bird, like I'm not gonna avert my eyes in shame! You're the one who stole my pie you thief bird! 😠. No way the bird is gonna make me feel guilty! I'm the victim here.

I will not be gaslighted by a bird.

I was really close to give up and give the bird the rest of the pie. I'm weak 😭. But the bird looked like it really wanted it, and it's a bit flattering now that I think about it?

But before I could give up my pie, the bird transformed.

You hear me, it TRANSFORMED!

A golden monkey was now on my windowsill.

Wtf

WTF?? ☠️

… Did they put drugs in the local market peaches or something?

We're gonna call the golden monkey Thief, cause that's what he is! This peach-pie thief! He looks a bit familiar though… Maybe I saw him somewhere before?

Thief : So you're the guy my successor is seeing, mm?

He looked so damn smug. And who is his successor? The only other monkey I knew is Fluff? I don't really like to lump people together cause they're the same species… But was Thief talking about Fluff? I need context 😭.

Thief : Well, why don't you come to (“famous place”, I don't wanna out the guy) while I train my successor? You two could chat. And maybe it would motivate him!

Thief looked really proud of himself, like this was the best idea ever.

Thief : Yep, come this Saturday afternoon. And bring a peach pie!! I swear your pies are to kill for, kiddo.

Thief then hopped off the window and disappeared on a freaking flying cloud… ☠️

I was stunned.

But then I thought about what just happened…

I swear I sweatdropped ☠️

To be short, I realized Thief was a very, very, very, very famous guy. Like a legendary hero type of famous.

I'm still not sure if Fluff is Thief's successor or not… if he is, me showing up to their training session would just freak him out, right? I don't wanna make him uncomfortable.

I'm panicking 😭

At the same time, am I even allowed to decline Thief's invitation? What do you do when a legendary person just invites you to their place??? I don't even have Fluff number to talk about that…

HELP!

#lmk #lego monkie kid #Mk #Qi xiaotian #MK x oc #Lmk x oc #Canon x oc #AITA

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321spongebolt · 1 month ago

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As far as my other "Animaniacs" OC, Background Singer, his attacks would be more grounded.

STAGE ENTRANCE

Background Singer comes down onto the stage with his grapple gun microphone attached to a ceiling.

SPECIAL ATTACKS

As far as standard attacks, Background Singer would throw punches and kicks, which would be strong. And his ability to grab stuff with his grapple gun microphone can be useful for reaching cliffs. Background Singer can also wall jump, given he's athletic. But for special attacks, here's my list of options down below.

Neutral Special: Background Singer could shoot a bullet from his microphone that turns into a rapid-fire pistol.

Side Special: Background Singer drives on his motorcycle across the stage (similarly to Wario's side special in the "Super Smash Bros." games since "Super Smash Bros. Brawl")

Up Special: Background Singer does a super jumps and opens his umbrella microphone (similarly to Princess Peach's up special in the "Super Smash Bros." games since "Super Smash Bros. Melee")

Down Special: (Don't know)

I also had some debates on if he should have music-based attacks.

TAUNTS

Background Singer could admire himself while looking in a hand mirror.

Background Singer could flex a muscle.

Background Singer could take his hat off and bow, then put his hat back on.

COPYRIGHTS

#meme template #MultiVersus #Animaniacs #Animaniacs OC #Background Singer #Background Singer (Animaniacs OC)#my oc

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hugemilkshake · 10 months ago

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OC GUIDE

I decided to make a lil guide to all my ocs so if people want to ask questions or draw fan art they could and they can find it all here! (Just know there is a lot in this post-)

Character list

Facts Facts pt2 things they would never tell someone OC eyes OC RPG some not so fun facts Oc Facts pt3 little things my Ocs do What my Ocs desire songs that remind me of my Ocs Oc Facts pt4

Adele Penguin

Adenosine cookie

Barbecue “Dragon”

BBQ Bot Cookie

Blackberry Shade

Blazing Spice Cookie

Blushing Snail

Bubbling Oil

Bubbly Milkshake

Burnt Caramel

Burnt Macadamia Cookie

Cinnamon Spider

Celestial Wine Cookie

Carbonated Water Cookie

Dark Apple

Decayed Strawberry

Emperor Caterpillar

Fresh Juice Cookie

Gran-Berry Cookie

Grilled Tomato

Irukandji Jellyfish Cookie

Leaf Sheep Slug

Minty Snail

Peach Novius

Pink Mantis

Purple Mold

Powdered Basil

Red Fruit Cookie

Rex Cookie

Snake Tooth

Starfruit Milkshake

Sugary Punch Cookie

Snake skin

Sugary Jello Cookie

Shimmering Onion

Scorched Garlic

Skeletal Cookie

The Moon Phase Cookies

THE MAFIA!!!!

Tabby Cat Cookie

Wild Basil

Weeping begonia

White Flower Cookie

Background OCs (only basic lore)

All of the info is here, designs are below

Ivory Fawn ghost design

Ceylon spider

Pure Choco Powder Ghost design

Peach Shade spirit design

Dark Kelp Wrap

Moon Dancer

Snow Leopard

Non cannon OCs

Bubbling Oil

Crushed Garlic

Foggy Onion

Leopard Seal

Sliced Tomato

Info about them ⬆️

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LORE

White Flower

Grilled Tomato

Scorched Garlic

Burnt Macadamia and Irukandji Jellyfish

Group info

The Patrons

The patrons were baked by a young right after the five beasts were imprisoned but they never got to be ancient hero’s since they had to take care of cookies who survived the beasts

Each one of them has two soul jams so if they started showing and corruption one soul jam could be removed to lessen the corruption or on the off chance they get fully corrupt, half of their power

The patrons live in a secret kingdom in beast yeast with generations of cookies how survived the beasts

These patrons are Bubbling Oil, Scorched Garlic, Grilled Tomato, Shimmering Onion, Adele Penguin and Powdered Basil

Powdered Basil was the first and so far the only one to get corrupt. His replacement for the time being is Adele Penguin

The Entertainer’s

A trio of cookies that consists of Bubbly Milkshake, Dark Apple and Blackberry Shade

BlackBerry Shade is the one who found the group but the other two weren’t really willing to be part of said group

While Dark Apple and Bubbly Milkshake don’t get along, they both agree that the constant noise of the radio and circus acts are not fun

But let’s not forget the one who saw Blackberry Shades raise since the start… she says that it is something you should respect if you enjoy life

The Nomads

While these cookies aren’t necessarily a group there are certain cookies who fall in this category

Two of these Cookies are Starfruit Milkshake and Snake Tooth who will travel everywhere except Beast Yeast

One who stays in the desert is Cinnamon Spider since he’s a bounty hunter

Burnt Caramel travels to places that have a high amount of light magic usage for unknown reasons

Three cookies who stay by The Dragons Valley is Rex Cookie, Sugary Jello and Red Fruit, except Red Fruit will travel to cities, villages and kingdoms outside of The Dragons Valley

Adenosine Cookie is a traveler who tends to linger around the outskirts of kingdoms, towns and villages, some believe they are a grim reaper but that’s not true.

The Dragons Village

This village by The Dragons Valley was founded by The Great Orange-Red Dragon who is also known as Barbecue “Dragon”

This village has several cookie living there, one of them is Gran-Berry who does work for Dark Enchantress and bakes cookies on the side

Now two cookies who hold significance to The Great Orange-Red Dragon is Tabby Cat Cookie and Minty Snail who were childhood friends of the dragon

But one day an odd “cookie” appeared, claiming her name was White Flower Cookie. Now she would have been interrogated severely if she wasn’t blind… but some swear that she’s more than a simple “Cookie”

But let’s not forget about the helpful BBQ Bot! They go around the village to help others! (They don’t actually help, just make it seem like they did so they don’t short circuit-)

The Bugs

A fairly new group that has a plethora of bug type cookies on an island that rests of the coast of Beast Yeast

Some cookies who have moved away from the island is Cinnamon Spider and Minty Snail either because there wasn’t many job opportunities or they moved because of family

Currently the cookies that pop up around the shore line are Pink Mantis Cookie, Blushing Snail, Emperor Caterpillar Cookie, Peach Novius and Leaf Sheep Slug

But these cookies have claimed to see a wolf like cookie prancing the beaches of Beast Yeast… this cookie has been known as Wild Basil

But recently, Leaf Sheep Slugs ex has showed up, apparently his name is Blazing Spice? And he’s a little deranged? Well uh that’s cool ig-

I swear I’m normal. Don’t mind that I have a minor obsession with bugs

The H2-Bros

A group of teen that absolutely despise each other. Do they stick together by force or by choice? The world might never know… but what we do know that they traveled around together to just bully people. Carbonated Water Cookie is probably the most tame, but also the one to get bullied the most. Sugary Punch is the ring leader with Fresh Juice being good at making sure they don’t die

But nowadays they live in a small village with Burnt Macadamia as their caretaker and an odd cookie as their friend

The outlaws

Two men walk among side each other as the blistering heat at the sandy winds cover their tacks. Snake Skin and Weeping Begonia.

Rumors state that the two met in one of the very sand storms they use to hide in…

The witch of the woods

A man by the Name of Purple Mold rests in the woods of beast yeast, studding magic and herbs, he’s grown quite fond of a certen Wild Basil, well that’s a lie. If you ask Purple Mold what his opinion is on Wild Basil, he will tell you that “it’s like babysitting a toddler, a very annoying toddler.”

The lovers

On a coastal town in the snowy region, two cookies were in love, but alas, this was a one sided love, Burnt Macadamia felt his heartbreak at the cruel word he heard. But with a heavy heart he accepted this rejection, but a small part of him still yearns for her love…

On the other hand, Irukandji Jellyfish Cookie is focused on vengeance. After her village was denied help from the Dark Cacao royal advisor, she swore Vengeance. Seeking out strength to take the throne from that spineless king

#crk oc #crk ocs

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