#oc: pippa

[floralope]

Mythical ~✨

[illarios]

no thoughts i'm just making u all perceive my beautiful children: ryatha mercar, philippa "pippa" de riva, galahad "gal" thorne, and dove ingellvar. gal is the only one actually with a romanceable character in my brain rip (in order they're with ashur, illario, davrin, and who could say? dove has the most questionable taste in partners)

they're mostly companions/npcs in other people's world states to me but rook pippa is comedy 2 me. rook ryatha is actually competent tho

[hauntedliz]

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention? For Delly and Linnae!

How would your character react to snow?

For lapis and Pippa!

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about? for Pheebs and Honeylark!

But you can switch up the questions and the ocs however you want, I would just like to know more about the ladies ✨

Thank you beloved <3 <3 <3 I love to ponder the ladies

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

I think Delly is really drawn to things that remind her of her brothers and her parents, even subconciously. She really loves animals, probably because she grew up on a farm. Baked goods and little trinkets remind her of her mother and brothers respectively. Linnae is very drawn to beautiful things like nice dresses and skillfully made instruments. It doesn't have to be expensive to be beautiful, and she has a talent for finding beauty all over the place.

How would your character react to snow?

Pippa would love the novelty of it at first. It's so beautiful and different that she would be excited, but the longer it lasts and the more she has to trudge through the less she enjoys it. She would be great at snowball fights though. I think Lapis would be kind of mesmerized by the snow. Clean and kind of blending everything together in white. It's kind of blank like she is without any memories. A cold that can sting, just a touch of pain. Great environment to dissociate and not think about your murderous past.

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about?

Phoebe would absolutely love to talk stories with you: myths, legends, gossip, the latest book going around the city, anything. She's a bard's bard, what can I say? She would also be absolutely thrilled to tell you all about her new tavern she and Astarion are openning in the city. Honeylark would love to talk to you about nature of course, but she would probably end up talking about her loved ones predominantly. That story reminds her of something Karlach said, oh that reminds me of the time Leda did this, Halsin was just telling her, etc. She loves her people.

[robbiefischer]

Most of my poly OCs are in throuples, with Jamie/Quinn/Rory/Caro/Olivia being the exception and the most complicated.

Jamie is married and primary partner to Caro, and they have three kids together. Olivia is her girlfriend (and Olivia is only sexually/romantically involved with Caro). Quinn and Rory are married and each other's primary partners (and they end up adopting two kids), but Jamie is their boyfriend. All five of them have created a very close little family unit - all of the non-bio related adults are honorary aunts/uncles to the kids of the family and they all share in those responsibilities. They all live very close to each other, spend a lot of time together as a family and everyone who's not romantically involved with Olivia just absolutely adores her so much (especially Rory, they're besties).

There's also;

Luka, Beckett & Jasper

Gabby, Adrien & Shiloh

Samara, Adelaide & Pippa

Reece, Juniper & Flora

Joshua, Declan & Oliver

Not a polyship, but there is also my communal house of couples (Lettie & Liv, Alejandro & Matty and Kairi & Lucca) who've become each other's family.

Which OCs are polyamorous and how many partners do they have?

[c00kietin]

*drops this here and scatters away*

meet my mha oc :DD

I'm bad at names so I'm just naming her Pippa for the time being :')

I was very much inspired off of this song:

(love this artist btw- go follow their tumblr!! :D) and my own feelings of being overwhelmed and overstimulated. I might come up with a proper bio for her someday-

oh yeah @nerdyneko6373 :3

[snoofins]

i bring to you sort-of references of every single one of my PMD heroes, both from the games and from my original story!!!

[p00kietin]

in an overthinking mood <3

[shadowbrook]

trying to learn to draw in csp !!

[sentientcave]

Let's Riot!

When the Reader St arena gets bought out from under them by Morgan’s vengeful ex, Pippa Graves, The Reader St Riots suddenly find themselves without a practice space. Pippa may say she’ll play nice, but Morgan knows that she’ll either have to get back under Pippa’s manicured thumb or the whole team will be out on their ass in no time. Problem is, the only other practice space around that’s not booked up to the tits belongs to Jo Price, captain of the Femme41, and well… Morgan has a bit of ugly history with her too.

Still, Jo’s at least a little more reasonable than Pippa, and Morgan may hate to beg, but she’d hate to see the Riots disbanded more. And well, maybe there’s room for a little cooperation, especially when their teams get along so well.

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, this is just a fun little palette cleanser because I got sad working on one of my other projects lmao, alcohol consumption, cannabis consumption

~3k - 18+ MDNI

“Frank, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Come on, sweetheart, calm down—”

“I am calm!” Morgan snapped.

Chelsea quickly put an arm in front of Morgan and dragged her back a step. Calling Morgan sweetheart was a great shortcut to her blowing her top. “You are definitely not calm.” She looked back at Frank. He stood between them and the doors to the arena, a short, balding man that looked a bit sweaty and nervous in the low light. “You couldn’t give us any notice?”

“Look, I’ll return your deposits for the month—”

“That’s not the issue!” Morgan's brown eyes flashed with fury, her jaw tight, like she wanted to bite the man, which would be distinctly unhelpful.

Chelsea dragged her back another step. “It is a little the issue. What happened? We’ve never had any trouble, we’ve always paid on time, there’s no reason why you’d drop us like this.”

“New owners,” he said weakly. “I’m sorry, they cancelled everyone. You were just at the bottom of the call list, and you got here before I could.”

“New owners! Since when was it for sale?”

“Hell if I know. They don’t tell me shit either. All I know is that Gerry came in here with some blond bi—" He thought twice about his wording, giving Morgan another nervous glance. "--Woman and she’s the boss now.”

Morgan walked in a tight circle, looking up at the sky, hands on her hips. This wasn’t happening. It didn’t have to be her. Maybe it was some other blond woman with money to burn. “Fuck.”

The doors behind Frank opened. “Oh, hey sugar,” a too-familiar voice rang out, southern accent distinctive. “Fancy meetin' you here.”

Morgan turned around sharply. “Pippa.”

Chelsea groaned. “Oh here we go.”

“Go back to your office, Frank. I think I’ve got this from here.” Phillipa Graves patted Frank on the shoulder and walked past him. “Morgan, I’ve missed you. You never return my calls anymore.”

“Is that what this is about?” Morgan shifted her grip on her bag, glancing toward the parking lot. Bricks and Doll were lingering at the edge, talking to each other and looking back with worried expressions. They knew the history between Morgan and Pippa well enough to be wary of what might happen next. “You’re gonna steal our practice space because I won’t call you back?”

“Aw, honey, don’t be like that. We’re all big girls. I figure we can learn to share. Why don’t you join us tonight? And early next week we can grab dinner and make a new schedule. I’m sure there’s a way to make sure we’re all… satisfied.” Pippa twisted one of Morgan’s curls around her finger, leaning in close. Even ready for practice, she looked perfect as always, more like she was about to model for a roller skate advertisement than actually practice. Sleek blonde hair swept back in a low braid, a tight pink tank top, leggings that clung to her thighs, pads on, skates off, preparation interrupted by all the fuss she was certainly expecting.

“I’m the one that does the scheduling, usually,” Chelsea interjected. “Maybe it’s us that should get dinner.”

“If you like,” Pippa said smoothly, barely sparing Chelsea a glance. “The more the merrier, of course. Though I do have some personal business to talk over with Morgan too. Suppose it can wait.” She tapped Morgan under the chin with her first knuckle. “Come on, sugar, practice with us. We’re not so bad. And you’re all already here, ain’t you?”

“We’ll have to talk it over.”

“Course. Y’all come on in when you’re done talkin’.” Pippa winked at Morgan and sauntered back inside.

Chelsea sighed, elbowing Morgan as they walked over to the others. The rest of the team had gathered around Bricks, her height marked among the group of shorter women. “You’re gonna have to sleep with her.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “I’d really rather not.”

“She’s not going to be reasonable,” Billie pointed out. “She’s pure evil. She’s the head of the PTA at Ellie’s school, and she runs that shit like the navy. She’s gonna bend us over a barrel to get what she wants.”

“Have you ever tried not having antagonistic relationships with your exes?” Bricks asked. “Because that’s what I do, and no one has bought a whole arena just to fuck with me.”

“Yet,” Doll said reassuringly. “It could still happen.”

“The whole team is awful,” Bambi said. “One of them works in my office, and she’s a real— Well, I don’t like her.”

“Harsh words, DB.” Bricks propped her hands on her hips. “We can suck it up for one night, a free practice is a free practice. And if you have to flutter your eyelashes at her the whole time, you’re gonna do it.” She pointed at Morgan accusingly. “This is your fault.”

“It is not!”

“It is,” Chelsea said solemnly, fixing her pink bun from on top of her head to low on the nape of her neck to fit under her helmet. “Pussy game is clearly too strong. Maybe try being a worse fuck.”

“She can’t.” Bricks gently turned Morgan around so that she was facing the doors, and nudged her forward a step. “She doesn’t know how.”

Chelsea turned fully toward the others, walking backward. “Alright, drills only, we’re not going to let them goad us into a scrimmage, they’re gonna play dirty as hell with no refs, and we can’t afford an injury this close to a game. Keep it loose, and if anyone hassles you, come to me, or come to Bricks. Do not tell Morgan or she’s gonna punch someone and we’re gonna lose our space for good.”

“I’m not!”

Bricks laughed and caught Chelsea’s arm, spinning her before she hit the edge of the door. “Yes you are, Morgan. Stay on your best behaviour. Maybe even try being charming.”

Bunny nudged Dancer, grinning. “If you’d joined up last year, like I told you to, you could have been here for the whole explosion. It was great.”

“Great?” Billie asked, raising her eyebrows. “Were we watching the same breakup?”

Bricks glanced over her shoulder warningly. “Save it for drinks, ladies, or Morgan’s gonna make us skate line drills till we drop.”

They dropped their bags along the benches and geared up, watching the Shadows zip around the track. The Shadows were mean, not just on the track, but off too, in that sugar sweet way that left you wondering if you were just reading into it. They were a pretty well-rounded team, and coordinated, thanks to Pippa. She did nothing in half-measures. It seemed impossible that she’d be able to raise children, run school events, coach a junior team as well as an adult one, somehow have a job on top, and still have time to run around keeping two relationships secret from each other for nearly eight months, but Pippa was the kind of woman who really could have it all.

The Riots were… A good team. Pippa had poached two of their players during the breakup drama, and Pepper had moved back home to take care of her grandmother, and they were still trying to get back to where they had been a year ago. Kitten Caboodle and Break Dancer were pretty solid for fresh meat, but with a small team and only four of them with more than a few years experience, it was rough going out there. Hard not to get demoralized when Kortac had beaten them 240 to 60 during their last game. No one’s fault really— Bunny and Sweetpea had been out sick and neither Kitty or Dancer were prepared to jam more than a few rounds with players that rough. They’d gotten shaken, so Morgan and Billie had done most of the jams. Nobody and Freddie Kruger had just torn right through their weakened pack while Morgan and Bill tried to wrestle their way past Queenie.

Once Dancer and Kitty got more confident, they’d be hard to catch. Kitty was tiny, and Dancer was agile, but they both needed more time. Doll and Bambi, who had joined a little over a year ago had turned out to be a highly effective set of blockers— Small, but sturdy and hard to knock down. When they were out on the track with Bricks or Chelsea, they were nigh impossible to get past, which would leave their fourth blocker free to assist the jammer, in an ideal world.

The ideal world simply had five more players in it. Maybe more, since no one but Morgan and Bricks made it to every game.

Later on, worn out and sweaty from practice, crammed into the biggest booth at a diner that was roughly equidistant between everyone’s homes and the arena (and the young man that worked the fryers had a massive crush on Sweetpea, which meant everyone got more fries), they debriefed.

“That’s gonna be tricky for me to stomach long term,” Morgan admitted. “I’m gonna sleep with Pip if I have to be too nice.”

“You don’t actually have to sleep with her, you know,” Bricks said.

“No… I’m gonna.”

“We can find somewhere else,” Billie suggested. “I don’t want Morgan and Pip to get back together, it was so annoying when they were. All in favour of Morgan not fucking Pippa, say aye.” She raised her hand to note the measure.

“Aye,” they intoned together, all raising their hands as well.

“Simone says the Femme41 practice out of Jo’s warehouse now. Pippa did the same thing to them eight months ago. I bet they’d let us skate there.” Bricks tossed another fry into her mouth. “If someone behaves herself.”

Morgan scoffed. “It’s impossible for me to date another one of her girlfriends, her relationships hardly last the weekends now.”

Bunny mouthed the word Pippa at Kitty and Dancer.

“Then you won’t have a problem asking her,” Chelsea said. “Maybe bake her something nice as an overture. A pie or something. You make good pies.”

Morgan winced. “We have a game against them this weekend. We could ask her all together.”

Billie shook her head. “No, this one’s on you. Captain to captain conversation. You have Chelsea’s schedule key, you can negotiate for a time that works.”

“And if she says no? She hates my guts.”

“Wear something low cut and bake her a pie,” Bricks suggested. “Maybe just go wearing nothing but an apron.”

“I’ve got one that says Born To Be A Lesbian Housewife,” Doll said. “You can borrow it. It’s very frilly.”

Bambi giggled. “I’ve got one that says Vagitarian.”

Doll laughed too, knocking her head against Bambi’s shoulder. “That’s way better, Morgan, borrow that one.”

"I'm not going to-- Did you people hear me when I said she hates my guts?"

"She still has eyes, Morgan," Bricks said. "And you have nice tits."

"If you don't sort this out, we might have to disband to other teams. And I don't want to. I like you guys." Chelsea looped an arm around Kitty. "We started this team because we wanted to get together and have fun and challenge ourselves without it getting so damn competitive or mean. Bill and I are not going back to the Shadows, and there's no way Bricks wants to go back to Kortac. So put on your big girl panties and a cute dress, and charm Jo into sharing the warehouse with us. Got it?"

"Got it." Morgan sank back into her seat with a groan. I'll talk to her after work tomorrow."

"Good," Billie said, a note of finality in her voice. "Now, did anyone else watch Game of Dragons last night? I have opinions."

By the time Morgan got home, walked Laika, showered, ate cold leftovers out of the fridge and stepped out on her balcony with a joint, it was well past dark, and she was bone tired. Jo was out on her own balcony, feet up, smoking a cigar. She was a thick, barrel chested woman, wearing a tank top and jeans, cigar in one hand, glass of whiskey in the other. Her hair was longer than usual, tucked behind her ears, like she'd been growing it out. It had been a while since Morgan saw her without a hat on.

They acknowledged each other with a curt nod, and Morgan settled into her swing chair, tucking her feet up underneath her. Laika went to the railing to give Jo the biggest, saddest eyes she could.

Jo maybe didn't like Morgan much, but it was hard not to like Laika. The big goofy rottweiler loved almost everyone, and knew exactly how to get what she wanted (big sad eyes, a few pathetic whines, a raised paw, if need be). It was only a minute before Jo was up and leaning over the railing to give Laika a pet.

Usually they didn't speak. The smallest things seemed to spark up into fights between them, and Morgan found it was easier just to keep their interactions to a minimum.

So it was a surprise when Jo spoke first. "Rough night?"

"Yeah. You could say that."

"Want to talk about it?"

“Thank you for pretending to care, but not really.” She grimaced. It really was the perfect opportunity to ask, but it was hard to shake the habit of brushing Jo off.

Jo snorted. “You know, I really preferred fightin’ to this cold shoulder treatment.”

“That’s because you’re a disagreeable sort of woman.”

“That’s the spirit, pet. But you can do better than that. C’mere.”

Morgan glared at her. “No. I’m good where I am actually.” She looked the other way, puffing on the joint. She could ask tomorrow. She wasn’t in a mood to deal with anyone else tonight. Having to smile and play nice with Pippa had been bad enough. She needed a good sleep before she could even pretend to be friendly to anyone else.

She startled when Jo’s thick fingers plucked the joint out of her hand. “Hey! I didn’t invite you over here.”

“Your weed’s better than mine.”

“Probably because I grow it myself. What do you want?”

Jo sat down on the solid little coffee table in front of Morgan, holding her cigar and whiskey glass in one hand. She leaned forward, glass resting lightly on her knee, bleeding condensation into the denim. Mixed drink, then, not straight whiskey. Jo drank the better stuff neat. “Pip called me today.”

“Oh yeah?”

Jo hummed, offering the joint back, blue eyes stern. “Don’t be coy, if you’re fuckin’ her again I’d rather know than get blindsided bumpin’ into her in the hallway.”

“Did she tell you we were?”

Jo’s jaw clenched tight. “She said she was lookin’ forward to seein’ you tonight.”

“Well I’m sure it was super nice for her. She bought my team’s arena. I am gonna have to start fucking her if I want to keep our usual practice slots. She made that… Well about as clear as she ever makes anything.” Morgan handed the joint over again. “So not very, but I still got the gist of it.” She scrunched up Laika’s ears, humming. Laika’s tail solidly thumped against Jo’s shin, bridging the space between them.

“Extortionist,” Jo scoffed.

“Yeah. Pretty much. Bricks said you might take pity on us if I asked nicely. I know you practice out of your warehouse.” Morgan lifted her eyes back up to Jo’s face.

“Is this you askin’ nicely?” Jo leaned forward slightly, her soft stomach spilling over her belt a bit, biceps flexing as she leaned more weight on her arms. “You can do better than that. Not so much as a please.”

“It was not me asking nicely. I had no intention of talking to you until tomorrow, and I’m still not asking until I’ve had at least four hours of uninterrupted sleep.”

“Surprised you’d come to me.”

Morgan looked away first, just like she always did. Jo had an intensity to her that was hard to match, blue eyes drilling into her own like she was looking for faults she could use to crack her open entirely. It was much easier to study the freckles on the top of her shoulder, just above the pinup girl sitting on the curve of a crescent moon that looked rather a lot like her ex wife, Sadie. “I wouldn’t if I had literally any other option. But I have to admit that you are slightly more tolerable than Pippa. Even if you do park half in my spot and fuck squealing college girls at all hours of the night.”

“You don’t need the space. You have a bike.”

“So that gives you the right to park your big-dick pickup truck wherever you please?”

“Sure does, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart! We have one conversation that doesn’t make me want to punch you, and you have to ruin it.”

She grinned, shifting back again. “Not being very nice to someone you want to ask a favour from.”

“I’m not asking the favour until tomorrow. I’m too grumpy to be nice tonight. You invited yourself over and plopped yourself down in front of me and started smoking my weed.” This was not helpful. Why did Jo always manage to get her this worked up? She drew in a centring breath. “No, you’re right, I should be nicer.”

"I did bogart your joint," Jo conceded. "That's on me." Rather than hand it back, she took a long drag, the cherry burning bright all the way down to the folded cardboard filter, and dropped the remains in the ashtray. She leaned forward again, cupping the back of Morgan's neck with a strong hand, and blew smoke directly into Morgan's face. She grinned wickedly when Morgan spluttered a bit. "What's wrong, pet? Thought you wanted me to share better."

"Maybe I am better off negotiating with Pippa," Morgan grumbled, swatting Jo's hand away.

"Hm. Maybe. Why don't you think about how you'll ask me about practice space tomorrow, and I'll get out of your hair." Jo stood up, gave Laika another pat, and climbed back over to her side of the balcony without another word.

Morgan ushered Laika inside, fuming again, and furiously got ready for bed.

She was sure of one thing; Jo Price was going to make a truce between them nigh impossible.

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

[flameobitch]

HELLO EVERYONE!!!

I am alive and I want to introduce several characters that are familiar only to my wife. Olivia and Rowena (Dovesso) and Hermione and Philip (Hicsquek).

Olivia and Rowena are the prototypes of Rowena, the princess and the witch, who later became the Rowena we know.

Geomione and Philip are not yet known to us. They are Pentangle graduates and skilled craftsmen. Hermione is a writer and poet whose main subject was potions. Philip is a sorcerer and a singer. His profile subject is spells and chants. In fact, I haven't come up with anything about them yet, so you can safely supplement their biography!!!

[welldonekhushi]

Get to know about Anastasia before going through the short fic!

The halls of Pembroke Hospital were quiet, the usual sounds of coughing and groaning fading into the distance. Pippa and Anastasia had just finished their rounds. Both of them were exhausted, but they’d stolen a moment of peace with together outside the hospital for fresh air as they two were seated on a table. Pippa poured two cups of tea, sliding one toward Anastasia, who was staring off into space again, her fingers nervously tapping against the edge of the table.

Pippa watched her for a moment, her curiosity bubbling over. “Annie.” She said, breaking the silence. “May I ask you something?”

Anastasia blinked, shaking off her thoughts. “Of course. What is it?”

Pippa hesitated, as though picking her words carefully. “Well.. what do you think of Doctor Reid?”

Anastasia froze. Her first instinct was to laugh it off, but she could feel her face heat up. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

Pippa tilted her head, giving Anastasia that knowing look. “I mean, professionally, yes, but also as a person. The way you two act, it almost seems like you’re.. well, like sweethearts.”

“I am not in love with him!” Anastasia blurted out, her voice sharp and almost too loud. She immediately regretted it, turning away as her chest tightened. The words felt wrong the moment they left her mouth. She clenched her hands, trying to steady her nerves.

But the thoughts wouldn’t stop. "Why did I say it like that?" She wondered. "Why does he stay on my mind? Is it the way he talks, the way he looks at me? There’s something about him.." She closed her eyes, as the questions swirled around in her head. "But no. I’m not in love. I can’t be."

“Annie?” Pippa’s voice snapped her back to reality, and she felt a gentle tap on her arm. “Are you alright? You went quiet on me.”

Anastasia shook herself out of it. “Yes.. yes, I’m fine,” she said quickly, though she knew she didn’t sound convincing.

Pippa raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got that faraway look again. No wonder Matron’s always telling you off for daydreaming.”

“I can’t help it if my mind wanders sometimes,” Anastasia muttered with a sigh, crossing her arms. Her voice wavered with frustration and weariness, but there was also a flicker of self-doubt.

Pippa smiled gently, but she wasn’t letting it go. “Wherever your mind wanders, it seems to wander straight to him.” She leaned forward slightly, her tone more serious now. “There’s no harm in admitting you admire him, Annie. You’ve been through so much.. in context, both of you have. It’s not a crime to feel something like this.”

Pippa reached out, taking Anastasia’s hand in hers. “Feelings don’t wait for permission, love. They come whether we’re ready or not. Just be honest with yourself. Whatever happens, I’ll be here.”

Anastasia shook her head, though her voice softened. “Admire him? Maybe..” She admitted, her words careful. “But love? I don’t know. I don’t think I have room for feelings like that.. no, not now. Not with everything going on. People are dying, Pippa. They’re counting on us. I barely even have time to think, let alone.. to feel.”

Anastasia’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “Thank you..” she said softly. But even as Pippa’s words reassured her, a familiar face crept into her thoughts again—those piercing blue eyes, that calm, commanding voice.

And as the silence settled between them, Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder if she was lying to herself after all.

[floralope]

assorted paper sketchies...

[hauntedliz]

👁️ and 🧠 for the oc(s) of your choosing! (Tho I am curious about the 👁️ one for Pippa and Pheebs specifically)

Your wish is my command!

👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?

Phoebe is pretty hard to miss when she enters a room honestly (unless she is trying to go unnoticed). She isn't small, she has curly red hair, and she carries her violin everywhere. Classic bard clocked immediately. I think most people would assume bardic stereotypes about her- carefree, flirtatious, a bit iffy on the truth but loves to talk. They aren't necessarily wrong, but she is a lot more serious than some might think. She cares deeply about storytelling and keeping things and people alive through story. She is really not a fighter, but she does what she has to. I think she is one of those people that seems like an open book, but at some point people around her will realize they don't actually know that much about her. She is very private with her personal life/past.

Pippa is a bright and sunny tiefling who can make friends with (almost) anyone and will try. She is percieved as friendly, cheerful, and very helpful. "Good" is a strong word used to describe Pippa. She will rush into a fight without a thought for herself- and that's where the often missed side of her shows up. She is talented and brave, but she is also reckless and often doesn't think of her own protection. She subconsiously has a lot to prove and not a lot of selfpreservation. Hey guys maybe it isn't good Pippa throws herself into trouble like that... HEY GUYS!!! Golden retriever with nothing to lose.

Lapis (durge) doesn't blink enough, but she is very normal. It's fine. People look at her and see a hauntingly beautiful halfelf with big ol' eyes, and that's nice! But then she doesn't act quite right, and they can't put their finger on why. It feels unsettling. Something about her is wrong, but that can't be true she seems so pleasant and normal. Maybe it's because she stands so still? No, no it's just our imagination.

🧠 - What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

Phoebe- Flight. She's outta there!

Pippa- Fight in a physical sense, but in a social sense I think she is more of fawn. She does not want to disappoint.

Lapis- Freeze, and maybe lose sometime in there somewhere fight fight fight fight fight fight fight wait what happened

Honeylark- Flight but also maybe some fawn.

[plumomi]

"Uppies!~" ft. Fizz & baby Pippa

[Imps and Implings series pt. 3]

[Part 1, Part 2]

[c00kietin]

I apologise for the ass quality akdjsjg

[doveriathegoddess]

I made a Walten Files AU where in the aftermath of the car accident and telling Jack and Rosemary the truth about what happened to Ed and Molly, Felix also returns Rocket by leaving him at the front door of the Walten House with a note saying how much he's sorry about what he's done and that he'll be leaving Michigan for good. The same day he leaves Felix also resigns from his position as Co Founder and packs his stuff and travels south all the way to the state of Texas. (Fun Fact I'm a Texan LMAOOO)

He ends up in Granbury, Texas and settles in, getting a job at an office and goes to therapy to deal with his problems, leading him to quit alcohol completely as the years go by and he's still clean when the main story of the AU takes place. One fateful weekend he meets Audrey (my oc) who's an unmarried woman living on her farm outside of town and they bond pretty quickly before they become a couple. While they're dating Felix tells Audrey about his past and to his surprise Audrey accepts him despite his past since she strongly believes that everyone deserves a second chance no matter the circumstances of what they've done.

Eventually Felix and Audrey get married and they settle into Audrey's farm, with Felix leaving his office job and becoming a farmer like his wife. He also takes Audrey's maiden name Helbredelse as his last name when they get married so he can cast off Kranken as his last name due to the bad memories he has with it. Now here is a picture of what Farmer Felix looks like:

Over the years before the AU's story takes place, Felix and Audrey have 4 children with the oldest being 18 years old while the youngest is 6 months old. I also have pictures of them as well so here you guys go:

Zachary Jack Helbredelse is the oldest child of the family at 18 years old and he's a senior in high school. Not only does he take over his father in physical looks, but his main interests are in robotics and business as he plans on going to an out of state college to pursue these interests.

Charlie Edward Helbredelse is the second child and youngest son at 16 years old, and a sophomore in the same high school he's attending with his brother Zachary. He plays baseball and has his own car which he got a present from a friend of his who moved out of Texas. One thing to note is that Charlie is not the brightest bulb in the box at times-

Susie Molly Helbredelse is the third and oldest daughter who is 12 years old, and attends middle school in the 7th grade. She likes taking care of the chickens and other animals on the farm, and wants to be a rancher someday when she's older. Susie loves her little sister Pippa and is often in the nursery playing with her.

Pippa Rose Helbredelse is the baby of the family at 6 months old and like all babies she stays at the house in her nursery most of the time. She usually has her stuffed bear with her and is one of those babies who doesn't cry often since she likes to sleep most of the time. Her mother Audrey and her father Felix take turns every day looking after her while the other tends to the farm, and her big sister Susie will even come into the nursery just to play with her.

And now for the story of the AU: After many years of being in Texas after leaving Michigan because of what happened, Felix got his act together and got himself a wife and kids along the way. Felix feels he is at peace with himself since he went to therapy and got clean from his alcohol addiction, but all that is about to change when Felix's oldest son Zachary comes home from school one day and notices a package at the front door addressed to his father, but the package has no return address.

Intrigued, Zachary brings the package inside and because his dad is in town doing errands on this day it'll be a while before he comes home for dinner. So Zachary opens the package and is very confused to find a grey rabbit doll inside the box with a name tag attached to it that says "Rocket". As there's nothing else in the package and no return address, Zachary decides to leave the rabbit inside the box and wait until Felix gets home.

Eventually his younger siblings Charlie and Susie get home from school and see the package along with Rocket inside so they inquire their older brother about it. Zachary explains how there's no return address but that doesn't stop Charlie from taking Rocket out of the box and examining it, while Susie goes upstairs and brings Pippa (who is waking up from her nap) down from the nursery to see Rocket.

Felix comes home to see his kids crowding around something and becomes shocked as he comes face to face with the toy that reminds him of his past and what happened on the night of the car accident. Zachary explains to his father about the package and asks if he knows what Rocket is based on his reaction to seeing him. Felix quickly dismisses Zachary and states that he'll go to the post office tomorrow morning and inquire about the package. At this point Audrey comes downstairs due to the commotion and sees Felix and his uncomfortable expression around Rocket, which causes her to diffuse the situation by allowing Susie to keep Rocket in her room for the time being and bringing the empty box upstairs to hers and Felix's bedroom.

That night after dinner, Audrey does her best to console Felix about the situation with Rocket as he's obviously spooked that the toy has found it's way to his home in Texas after he moved away from Michigan many years ago. Audrey suggests contacting his ex-friend Jack Walten about Rocket but Felix is hesitant as he has not spoken to Jack in the last 20+ years because of the car accident. The couple decide to discuss this matter further when their 3 older children are at school the next day and go to sleep that night. The next day the couple decide to go to the post office and talk to someone about the package, but when they get to the post office they learn that there was no record of a package being received at the post office nor any record of it being delivered to the house.

The couple return home and decide that they'll allow Rocket to stay in the house until Felix can get in contact with Jack. For a few weeks everything is normal until some of the family members find Rocket in places around the house, like outside of Zachary's bedroom door, sitting in Charlie's chair in the dining room, being in the closet of Felix and Audrey's room, in the basket that Susie uses to feed the chickens next to the coop, and even ending up next to Pippa's crib in the nursery.

Felix is starting to get scared that something is amiss and he's not wrong, especially since unknown to him and his family, an entity is lurking in the shadows on the farm and waits to strike...