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cemeterylanes · 4 months ago

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xmen oc post wee i still need to work on her face. i have an idea of what i want her to look like i just have to draw her and the various fits i see her in under the cut bc im cringe and not free sorry

fatima mohammed adara as-sihr ; "hex"

born september 13, 1917

physically 26 (107 as of 2024) / she/her / speaks & reads english and arabic

powers were inerhited / X gene was passed from grandmother to mom, and reinforced by her father's. her powers are derivative of nuha (n. arabian sun goddess), ruda (n. arabian moon god), atarsamain (n. arabian astral deity) who she can hear and talk to in dreams in addition to the others. stellar, solar and lunar manipulation as granted by the trinity. on her own, she possesses black magic power - telepathy, telekinesis, reality alteration/illusionism, black magic (curses/hexes), item transformation, occultism, self regeneration (exacerbated by deity granted powers). magic starts a bright green and turns black when being used ie moving things, etc. she also pretty please begged the gods to let her cat be immortal with her. lovecraft has been her cat since 1945.

intelligent, semi-confident, somewhat self-assured and very self-reliant. length of her fuse depends on how fast someone gets on her nerves (which seems to be pretty fast). keeps to herself for the most part for her sanity. suffer in silence type - introverted socially. will open her big mouth if she hears or sees something she doesn't like. would rather die than ask for help. analytical, stubborn. tends to be overcritical of herself a lot of the time and other's especially when she gets upset. chronic worrier. the devil is in the details. she hates being seen by other people but loathes being ignored. very much an outsider in more ways than just one. lover girl. strong sense of justice and believes in an eye for an eye, or more. more than willing to serve it herself. flawed in the way that she thinks she is the worst person in the world and deserves to be alone despite doing nothing wrong. ambitious, cunning.

consistently wears a lot of gold rings on each hand with various symbols/numbers for luck (literally never takes them off) usually black or green painted nails. about 5'2 or 5'3 without heels, about 5'5 or 5'6 with them. civilian clothes are pretty much mostly black outfits meant for different occasions with some accent of gold and/or green to them. tattoo of a wishbone on her ankle. tattoo of the sun, the moon and the north star on her back, on her right shoulder. long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. wears a jade jasmine necklace from her grandmother.

fatima was born in armenia to a young mom dad (aged 13 and 14) in the duration of the armenian genocide in 1917. her mom turkish, her dad armenian - in trying to move to keep fatima safe, her mother and father left her with her maternal grandparents because they were afraid the ottoman empire would kill her too for being armenian. her parents taken and placed in a death march line down to iraq. her grandparents raised her, and as she got older stranger things would happen as her powers developed - as did her connection with nuha, ruda and atarsamain. at 3, things would disappear and reappear in the house, change shapes and forms as she experienced emotions and changes in her development. by 10, she learned / gained her other powers of telekenetics, telepathy, regeneration.

frequently was responsible for things like getting so upset and shake the surrounding buildings and farms, neighborhood through primary school. mostly, leaving behind acts of defiance and her brand of justice in her wake. her grandparents loved her very much but did not understand her powers - or why she had them. she took care of them up until they both died - her grandmother of breast cancer and her grandfather from a staph infection from cutting part of his leg open on farm sheers. the deities intervened and offered to care for her and guide her, but she needed to leave the middle east. she moved to the united states after she laid them to rest in 1943. allowing the deities intervention stopped her aging process at 26.

she had been on xavier's radar since cerebro's inception in the 1960's, but it was only when a semi-severe earthquake struck her college when she was studying in california in the 70's, causing structural damage and a fraternity house was burned down, runic symbols were burned into concrete, and all the fraternity members were found in their underwear, strung up by their ankles and crying - that it caught people's attention and was cause for concern, particuarly the xmen.

it was also not the first time where an earthquake and arabic text and runes were burned into the ground but proof someone was there that charles could hold against her. previous documented places it occured was not only the college - but through time it's been a documented phenomenon across the united states. after graduating college that semester, she backpacked through europe and left the same hellish trail behind her. she has fought them every time she has encountered them with no desire to join them because of her solitary nature.

after evading the xmen for a few years, she retired to the woods in washington state. she slowly resocialized herself into the small town of north bend - going into town to work, eat, and that's it. she would spend the rest of her time reading, and cultivating a small cabin and greenhouse. getting comfortable, she went in more often and drank at a bar called the drunk cattle. eventually, charles would try again despite her fighting them a few years prior - following another large event like the one at the college, occured in gig harbor - another small town in washington following an attack from juggernaut's attempted forced recruitment for the brotherhood of mutants. fatima had not been seen by the residents of north bend in two weeks when wolverine and storm came asking for her around town. storm was frustrated and wolverine was pissed. charles / cerebro can't find her because she's blocked herself off.

they leave the bar with logan fuming and ororo trying to be reasonable. two teenagers tell them about the lore of a witch that lives in the woods outside of bend and that she's been alive forever. logan scares the shit out of them and they spill that some lady does live in the woods but it's just the town's librarian/historian (she is really weird, never talks to anyone about more than the town or work, never has anyone over. "my dad's the mayor and he says she's nice. jack's mom works at the library with her." "my ma thinks she's a mutant." "you can't say that!" "i'm not! my ma thinks that. i do too.") followed by ororo asking nicely what that means before logan gets pissed off and almost tosses a 15 year old asking what that means.

they settle for what information they have. eventually fatima comes out of her hole and goes back to the bar after a third week. xmen bar intervention. everyone pretends to do their own thing. fatima doesn't really notice or care. it's the cranberry festival and fall faire. it's busier. each of them take turns saying hi to size her up and talking to her. she gives the same dry energy to everyone. smiles with her mouth and not her eyes to anyone. logan takes a stab at it and is annoyingly persistent. she gets annoyed easily and leaves to go to the fall carnival. more watching from the sidelines. logan tries again at charles' request ("she told me to fuck off, so we should fuck off. can't make her do nothin'." "logan, were we not patient with you?" "can't make the lady be an x-man, bub." "she does not have to be an x-man, but she must know she's not alone in the world like some other mutants i know.").

she walks around the carnival and logan talks to her. she's annoyed but she doesn't tell him to go away. he talks at first trying to have a conversation with fatima before getting annoyed and cutting to the chase. we've been looking for you a long time. she looks at everyone in the crowd. that's foolish. a waste of time really. why. 'cause charles believes in that kinda thing, no mutant being alone kinda shit. i'm not alone. i know there's other mutants. no, like bein' a pack animal. i'm no pack animal. i don't talk to anyone and i'm fine that way but thank you. is that all you want? what? to convince me to become an x-man. is that all you want?

i guess. well the offer is on the table if you change your mind. i don't know if it means anything to you i was like you. i don't think we're the same. i don't think so either but you're not alone. what's your name? logan. thank you logan. no problem bub. (forgets to ask for her name. he knows it because the papers know it, and charles knows it but it's different for someone to introduce themselves.)

he does take it upon himself to go back to north bend more often than not to see her and visit her in the bar. they don't do more than exchange maybe a few words and drink in silence. sometimes he'll talk about stuff and she'll nod or offer an apology no one has given him for the pain he's endured. she doesn't introduce herself by name once. you never told me your name. you never asked. what have you been calling me all this time then? i dunno. hex. the whole magic thing. i lke that. but what's your name? fatima.

eventually fatima does become an xmen and leave north bend after pyro burns her home down and threatens the citizens of the town, and after their fight on the washington coast and another set of runes burned into the rocky shores she shows up to the school. some people aren't excited to have her, like scott initially and butts heads with him a lot. she didn't talk to anyone. ororo and jean are happy to have her. jubilee is scared of her at first. hank is polite. gambit and rogue try to be really friendly even if she isn't receptive to it.

at the end she's a happy little member of the x-men <3 she does get a matching besties bracelet with logan (genuinely) where it's one of those silly heart bracelets that magnetically link up. their conversations are still the same but they talk more now. scott still fights with her but they get along sometimes over food or talking about strategy when charles is mediating. ororo and her talk about nature and jean helps her control her powers. jubilee hangs out with her and lovecraft watching tv. she'll borrow hank's books and ask him questions about what he knows and she finds interesting. she fits right in.

#fatima as sihr #the best part of having an xmen oc is that nothing is cringey or too much.#her and logan are besties #according to jubilee #jubilee would love the word bestie #she cannot stand scott most of the time because of her low patience threshhold #but she loves her little family

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freequizbank · 1 year ago

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vprogresseducation · 1 year ago

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talesfrommedinastation · 2 years ago

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We are all brought forth out of darkness Into this world, through blood and through pain And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking So sing them with voices of thunder and rain

-Sarah Hestor Ross

Fun fact, I've been writing Far Past The Ring as a giant love letter to the powerful forces that govern my life:

They are my two daughters, and the love between them and their dad. They are the holy trinity that guide my life, my north star when all else has faded.

As we go further into the depths of the land in the stars in 'Sky Prairie', I also acknowledge the original keepers of the land that I reside on, the Anishinaabe/Ojibwe people. Although not exactly stated, my two main OCs--Dr. Sjael Drummer and Dr. Tanke Drummer--are descendants of these people, as is their cousin, the incomparable Camina Drummer, pictured above.

(This inspiration came out of Cara Gee--Camina Drummer's actress--being part of this First Nation)

As you read, please note the prairie that fills the station, the way they are kept, and the roles that these women play in their society.

I'm going to be dropping an essay all about this soon :).

#first nations #fanfiction #the expanse #cara gee #camina drummer #i love my husband #i love my daughters #i love my land #ojibwe #anishinaabe #sjael drummer

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pinkstarsims · 4 years ago

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“We are not weird.... we are limited edition”

Trinity and Cristy @darlingpixxels

#OC: Trinity North #trinity x cristy #ts3 ship #sims 3 #our hippie babies #they are so cute #pinkstarsims #darlingpixxels

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ororowrites · 4 years ago

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Stripped - (Yahya x Black OC)

Sweet Thang Series - Chapter 2

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2,735

One-Shot: By the Open Fire

Chapters: 1

By the end of the first song, Candace was in her comfort zone. Yahya never let his eyes leave her and she no longer felt shy. The club had rules about no touching but Candace suddenly wanted this man’s hands all over her. Those long fingers and smooth brown skin were doing things to her. Maybe it was the liquor making her horny over a man she didn’t even know.

Little did Candace know, Yahya had thoughts racing in his mind too. He couldn’t stop thinking about her petite body under his or how her lips would feel on him. Candace was a beautiful woman and something about her intrigued Yahya. When she straddled his legs and began to grind on his lap, the urge to touch her grew. The scent of her perfume was as intoxicating as her hips, almost putting a spell on him.

It must have been the alcohol that gave Candace the courage to make her next move. She could feel his breath on her lips before they were interrupted by the dance timer. The euphoria they had experienced quickly disappeared as they fell back to Earth.

“Shit, sorry,” Candace apologized, swinging her legs to the floor. Yahya became any other customer and she held her hand out to collect her payment. “Thank you. You enjoy the rest of your night.”

Yahya opened his mouth but Candace was already heading out the door, stuffing the bills in her bra.

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Well into the next morning, Yahya was still thinking about the mystery girl from the club. He’d been to many strip clubs and never felt a connection with any of the ladies he encountered. Something about her grabbed him and sucked him in and had her on his mind hours later.

“You still stuck on that hoe from the club.” Damon lit his blunt and relaxed his head against the back of the sofa. “Nigga, we ain’t taking you to the club again.”

“Word on the street is that the shawties at Dynasty have golden pussy or some shit,” his brother added with a drug induced chuckle.

“Respect the ladies, man. Being a stripper doesn’t make them hoes. And Kevin that’s enough kush for you. Golden pussy? Really,” Yahya snatched the blunt from his friend and put it back in the ashtray.

“Aight, let me respect the skrippas. But still, you don’t know her. What if she’s crazy? You will be going back home tomorrow night and no tellin’ when you’re coming back to LA, so why does it matter,” Damon explained.

“Both of ya’ll are some fucking haters. Trash asses.” Yahya grabbed his phone and took his troubles to the balcony. Kevin and Damon were great friends but their childish, misogynistic antics got on his nerves when he was around them. At times, he felt like he was outgrowing them, even though he still considered them brothers he never had. While he was looking to settle down sooner rather than later, they were stuck in the same phase they were in throughout high school and college and it appeared to be a never ending cycle.

Was it ridiculous to think that the stripper he met at the club was the one? Yep. But, that didn’t keep Yahya from wishing he could see her again before he was back to the reality of being jobless.

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“Are you sure you saw him with her?” The very question had Candace’s heart pounding against her chest. Natalie, Maxwell’s ex-girlfriend, had entered the picture again after Candace thought her dropping out of school was the blessing they needed. Now with her back in California via North Carolina, she had access to Maxwell as did he to her.

“Sis, would I lie to you? I saw that bastard with her in the Commons. Took everything out of me not to run up on them and start whooping ass,” Trinity said, fuming on her sister’s behalf. Truth be told, she never liked Maxwell and knew the type of guy he was from the beginning. Maxwell was charming and had the ability to make any girl weak in the knees. Especially a woman like her sister that was in love with being in love.

Anger built from the pits of her stomach. Feelings of betrayal had never quite faded since they had made up and she ignored it in the name of love. “Did he see you?”

“Nope. But I’ll make myself seen when it comes to my sister. Candy, why are you still trying to make things work with this immature, cheating ass, motherfucker? I try to hold my tongue like you ask but I refuse to hold it again. You’re too good for him.” When it came to family. Trinity was the sister that would physically fight for her siblings. At times, Candace admired her sister’s tenacity and wished she wasn’t as timid when it came to relationships with people. That was one negative trait that kept Candace anchored to people that did not deserve her time.

“I honestly don’t know.” Tears began to form in Candace’s eyes as the shame set in for her. She knew Maxwell was no good for her but he always found a way back into her heart. “I’m...um...I’m going to talk to him.”

“Candace,” Trinity called out, noticing her sister’s emotions getting the best of her. “Please don’t cry over that man. Please.”

If only Candace knew her worth.

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Candace took the scenic route to Maxwell’s apartment, playing different scenarios in her head on the way. If she murdered him, where would she hide the body? Did she just hit him with questions or soften him up first?

None of those scenarios played out once Candace reached her destination and was met by Natalie in the hall outside Maxwell’s apartment. The three of them froze, each of them searching for words to break up the awkward moment.

“I should get going. I’ll call you when I get home,” Natalie mumbled, lowering her eyes and pushing past Candace.

“I knew that apology was a lie and you were full of shit,” Candace spoke through clenched teeth. She was taught to never put her hands on anyone and it took a strong prayer to keep her fists at her sides. “What the hell is Natalie doing here and don’t even think about lying.”

Maxwell didn’t even put up a fight. Besides, after the news he had learned, he didn’t have the energy to lie or smooth talk his way out of this one.

“What was she doing here, Maxwell?”

“Natalie’s pregnant,” he replied, leaning against the wall across from Candace. He watched as his girlfriend’s face fell blank. “I fucked up and I’m sorry for that. You don’t deserve the shit I put you through.”

Still lost for words, Candace slid down the wall until her rear hit the concrete floor. Pregnant. That had to be the final straw, right? The game they had been playing for the past three years had come to a tragic end that Candace feared.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I know I stay apologizing but I mean it. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Yeah, you did.”

Maxwell kept his distance. “Did what?”

“If you didn’t mean to hurt me, this would have stopped after the first incident. But I gave you chance after chance and you still didn’t fucking stop. I’m done, Max. I can’t put myself through this shit because it’s obvious you won’t stop. I’m foolish to even think you would,” Candace spoke in a hushed tone, never raising her voice or releasing the tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m-”

“I don’t wanna hear another one of your tired excuses. I sure the hell hope your dick is clean. I’ll come back for my shit another day.”

“Candy, come on-”

“Move! Don’t fucking touch me.” Blood rushed to Candace’s face as the embarrassment set in and she could no longer look Maxwell in the eye. This relationship had become a part of her identity and she allowed it to consume her so much that she forgot to love herself. “We’re done, Maxwell.”

Candace ignored the apologies and groveling. A weight lifted off her shoulders and she didn’t intend to put it back ever again.

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Yahya had one more day to enjoy Los Angeles before he had to return to San Francisco to figure out his next move. He was desperate to burn off steam and decided to hit the park for a workout. The skies were clear, granting Yahya a good dose of vitamin D while he ran the steps. He pushed himself to do one more set before taking a lap around the trail for a cool down. Yahya was so focused, he didn’t notice Candace approaching him from the opposite sidewalk.

“Hey...wassup,” he said, removing his headphones when he finally saw the brown beauty in his path.

“Hey. Didn’t think I’d run into one of my customers...ever,” Candace chuckled nervously. The breakup had her emotions all over the place and gave her the bravado to approach a man from the club. Keeping those two lives separate was important to her except in that moment.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t want to think of myself as your customer. That’s a little weird,” Yahya admitted, earning a nod from Candace in agreement. “But since we’re outside of your job, can I get your real name?”

“Candace.”

“Nice to meet you Miss Candace. I’m Yahya.”

A short, awkward moment of silence gave Candace time to get a better look at the man she had danced on in a dark strip club. Beautiful dark brown skin covered a body that looked like it was sculpted with the utmost care. If you looked up tall, dark and handsome in the dictionary, Yahya’s picture would be used as the definition. Once her eyes traveled back up to his face, his bright, white smile captured her and held on for dear life. The man was fine and seeing him in the light had Candace acting like a shy, school girl.

“You live around here,” Candace asked, breaking the silence.

“No, I’m visiting my boys from back home. I’m living in San Francisco right now. I go back tomorrow evening,” he explained, looking Candace over. She was petite compared to his 6′3 frame. “You?”

“I’m from Chicago but moved here to go to school. Trying to live the dream, ya know?”

“I hear that,” Yahya nodded. “Well Candace, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we ran into each other. Would you like to get a recovery smoothie with me? My treat. Unless you’re still in the middle of your workout.”

“I can cut out early. I know a good smoothie spot not too far from here if you don’t mind walking.”

Yahya’s smile grew, “Sounds like a plan, let me put on a shirt.”

Or not, Candace thought to herself.

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After the ice was broken, Candace and Yahya began to enjoy each other’s company. The break-up earlier that day was still on Candace’s mind, but she felt at ease being around Yahya. Sure, they didn’t know one another on a deep level, yet she could sense Yahya’s compassion. When she spoke, his eyes stayed on her and he truly listened. One thing that irked her about Maxwell was his inability to listen below the surface level.

“That’s too bad. Many of these fellas out here don’t appreciate their lady until she’s gone.” Maxwell sounded like many men Yahya knew and the type of man his parents raised him not to be. He could see the hurt in Candace’s face when she described what had led up to the end of their relationship.

“Yeah, it’s just a shame I wasted my time and my heart on a guy that didn’t want to protect it.”

“His loss, your win.”

Dumping personal information on a stranger was not how Candace usually moved, nonetheless it felt good. “I’m sorry for treating you like a therapist.”

“Nah, you’re good. You had a rough day. I don’t mind listening.”

“Thanks, but I wanna hear more about you. What do you do in expensive ass San Francisco,” Candace quizzed, sipping her raspberry/banana smoothie.

Yahya hoped telling Candace about his unemployment wouldn’t ruin his chances. He still hadn’t shared the news with anyone else. “I was a City Planner for the Mayor’s office but I was laid off on Friday. I honestly don’t even know what the hell I’m going to do when I go back home.”

One of Candace’s strongest traits was her empathy. She had no issue stepping into a person’s shoes and feeling what they felt. Those that were worthy enough to spend time with her felt Candace’s warmth right away. Yahya could feel it, which is why he felt comfortable sharing the news with her.

“I’m sorry, Yahya. Shit sucks when you get well into your career and your job is in another person’s hands,” Candace sucked her teeth and shook her head. “Are you thinking about staying there and getting another job?”

“To be honest, I need a change of scenery. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise because I think I got comfortable in my lifestyle. I loved my job but things were stagnant,” he explained, tracing the lettering on his smoothie cup. “Right now, I’m thinking about taking a break and figuring out what I want to do from there. I’ll get unemployment, so I’ll manage until I find another career that makes me happy.”

“That’s brave of you. I’m too damn scary and would need to have a plan right away. Good luck with that. You seem to be a determined man so you’ll find your way. I’m hoping I can graduate and get into Yale then we will see if I make a career out of this acting thing. If not, I’ll go back to school for education and teach theatre.”

“Wow, Yale? I did some acting classes back in the day and they seemed pretty cool. I don’t know if I have the talent to get into a school like Yale though. I need to work on my Denzel cry first.” The two shared a laugh and finished up their smoothies.

Time passed as their conversation ranged from discussing their childhoods to recent life events. They were so deep into discussion, they didn’t notice that two hours had gone by since they first arrived at the smoothie shop. Candace was more easy going than Yahya thought. That shy exterior had fallen down, exposing the sweet and funny side of her. Like many women in the stripping industry, her persona in the club was a lot different from her true self. He wished he could get to know more of that side.

They walked back towards the park, where their cars were parked on a side street. Yahya walked Candace to her Jeep and waited for her to load the backseat with her duffle bag.

“Thanks for the smoothie and talk. I needed that more than I thought,” Candace closed the back door and stood in front of the driver’s side door. “Dr. Yahya is a great listener, even though we’re complete strangers.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. I wasn’t kidding about taking some acting classes with you when I’m in town,” he replied, flashing his wide grin.

“I’ll hold you to that Mr. Abdul-Mateen. Like I said, acting is like recess so it’ll be fun. Who knows, maybe you’re a natural at the shit.”

“We’ll see, we’ll see. I won’t hold you up, you should probably get home before it gets too dark. Text me when you make it.”

“Alright. Thanks again, Yahya. For real,” Candace’s soft curls blew over her face as the wind picked up.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for listening to me ramble. Get home safely and don’t forget to let me know.” Yahya leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Candace’s cheek. The simple act almost made her melt into a puddle in the LA street. Opening her car door, Yahya waved her inside. “Bye, Candace.”

“See you later.”

Candace drove away feeling like a new chapter of her life was on the horizon and she was ready to face whatever it had in store.

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commander-coppercogg · 4 years ago

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🌸🌻🌳 For Bertie

💐🌙 for Syrryl

(If you want to <3)

-Commanderfloppy

I’d love to! Thanks so much for the ask.

Bertie

🌸- What's this oc's favorite and least favorite color?

Hmmm Bertie’s favorite color is a nice gentle sky blue and his least favorite color is a dull sandy yellow. The deserts around Amnoon hurt and overwhelmed his eyes.

🌻- What's this oc's mental health state?

Bertie is autistic (like me!) and has had some real ups and downs dealing with that throughout his life. He almost didn’t graduate from college and the events of Living World Seasons 1 and 2 were very difficult for him, to the point that he became almost entirely mute, speaking only to Syrryl and signing to everyone else. He only started speaking regularly again at the beginning of Heart of Thorns. Luckily, Bertie has very supportive friends and coworkers and since the founding of Dragon’s Watch has become a lot better at coping in day to day life. Kas helps him out in diplomatic situations to make sure he doesn’t misunderstand anything, he can info dump with Taimi and Gorrick for hours, Braham is really good at reading Bertie’s body language and helping him out when he gets overstimulated and Rytlock will gut anyone who tries to be an asshole about it. And Syrryl, who’s known Bertie for almost a decade now, can almost always understand what Bertie’s trying to say and will translate his sign language on the now rare occasion when Bertie becomes non verbal.

🌳- Does this oc collect anything?

If you asked him, Bertie would say not for himself but that he does like to pick up little things that he thinks his friends would like: an interesting bug for Gorrick, a small carved statue of Wolf for Braham, gun oil for Syrryl, the chocolates Jory won’t admits she likes from Divinity’s Reach. That sort of thing.

(He’s lying. Not about getting things for other people. He just won’t admit he collects Snargle Goldclaw novels.)

Syrryl

💐- Where is this oc's favorite place to relax?

Syrryl isn’t really the relaxing type. He’s usually keeping watch wherever he and the rest of the group are, constantly wary and assessing for possible threats. However, he does have few perches high up in Eye of the North and Fort Trinity where he knows everyone is safe and he can see everything that he enjoys hanging out in. And spying on people. He still has reports to fill out of the Order of Whispers after all. (And secretly watching Bertie and pining shhhh don’t tell)

🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?

Syrryl is an amateur mixologist. It’s perhaps not the best hobby for a former alcoholic but so long as he just makes drinks for others and not himself he’s fine. He approaches drinks the way most other people would approach chemistry. Syrryl’s very good at tailoring drinks to people’s tastes and can make a cocktail that will satisfy even the pickiest person. Canach is his most frequent and enthusiastic taste tester.

#ask game #commanderfloppy #thanks so much for the ask!#Bertie #syrryl #bertie is autistic because i’m autistic #it’s the reason he dislikes politics so much #he can’t keep track of all the manipulations and motivations #he likes jennah though she always takes the time to explain things in a way he can understand #Bertie’s friends are very protective of him #syrryl is short and likes being high up #canach caught him pining once and will never let him live it down #syrryl has made personal drinks for everyone in dragons watch #those that can legally drink at least #taimi and gorrick are stuck with juice for the time being #taimi gorrick and Bertie all like yelling about their special interests with each other #thanks for giving me the opportunity to talk about Bertie being autistic #it makes me happy

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capricornus-rex · 5 years ago

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Two Sides of the Coin (5)

Chapter 5: Not Exactly According to Plan | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis

Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.

A/N: And now, the moment y’all been waiting for~~~ :”D

Tagging y’all for this pivotal moment: @berenilion @stellar-trinity @peterwandaparker @calgasm @silver-is-in-too-many-fandoms @queen-destenie @justtinfoley @sweeetteaa @calsponchoemporium @fallenjedii @cal-jestis @superwarsofthrones @ayamenimthiriel

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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC

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OMBARI, PONDARA SYSTEM, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

In the lusher parts of Ombari, the Mantis has landed itself near the hilltop town. The most prominent landmark of that settlement was the temple spire that soared to the heavens and nearly pierced the clouds—it was a sanctum of another long-forgotten civilization before this one. Buildings wrapped around the foot of the spire, whether it be homes or business establishments, thieves and honest people alike loitered the streets; a populace of diverse species and humans have housed themselves in this crude location.

If one would take a good look at the surrounding forest, remnants of what ought to be an ancient city—in the same timeline when the temple was at its prime—have been devoured by the flora and the fauna had made it their dominion along with the wilderness. The main road branched into different directions, leading to several other establishments in a fair distance from the city, and even branched through the “safer” part of the woods.

The Mantis kept her distance from the town, docking just behind the city across a river; Cal insisted that they land near the river that divides the city and the woods so that they’re in the median, personally, it’ll just be easy for him to find his way back, whether he goes to the forest or to the city.

The young Jedi also argued that they still remained closer to civilization, knowing that the captain preferred that instead of wild animals that can fold the Mantis in ten seconds. Greez took it to great consideration—much to his hidden chagrin—and landed the ship amongst the high trees that walled the settlement from the unforgiving badlands beyond.

“I should’ve fit some more armaments on this old girl!” Greez stressed, flailing his arms to further express his chagrin.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Greez,” Cere reassured, her tone is a perfect contrast to the captain’s. “Besides, predators don’t usually show themselves in the open.”

“Yeah, it makes them more vulnerable to the bigger ones,” Cal added.

Greez stammered, uncomforted by the Jedi’s logic, “There’s always a bigger one!”

“Well, I guess there’s no going around for me, not until I’ve convinced Greez enough that everything’s fine in this planet,” Cere sighed as she confided to Cal in the holotable room.

“Ya know I can hear you!” Greez cried from the cockpit.

Cal chuckled before adding, “You guys can take a look around if you like, we’d still end up meeting back here in the Mantis anyway.”

“Fair point, you be careful out there,”

Cal straightened the neckline of his black poncho, BD-1 hopped over and clutched on the belt strap on his back and exited the Mantis. The door unfurled to reveal to him the world in a much larger scale. He felt small, but in a good way; he surveyed the horizon, not knowing which direction to go to first.

The first step onto Ombari’s soil hit different. Cal basked in the warm sunlight and felt a cool, light drizzle kiss his freckled cheeks. Rain and sunshine have mingled together, which was typical in a tropical planet. Meanwhile, in the first few miles into the badlands from the border, Jidné docked the Scarab by the greater water hole that stretched to the more abundant half of Ombari’s mainland.

Her end of the homing beacon continued to glow blue, it beeped a slow, monotonous rhythm indicating that her distance from the target was still far. Panning her head across the desert, she doesn’t spot any silver dorsal fin sticking out like a sore thumb in this reddish-orange wasteland; so, she headed north, towards the denser part of the planet.

The badlands was composed of uphill mesas that overlook the valley of the other side. From Jidné’s vantage point, the city was in sight, as well as the surrounding forest. She fished out her binoculars and scanned the area, searching for the ship among the trees—they were high enough to conceal an Imperial outpost or tower, but that won’t stop her from finding her target.

“Now, where could you be hiding, my little redhead?” Jidné muttered as she peered through her lens left and right.

The sun caught a twinkle of a silver tip shyly peeking out of the treeline. The bounty hunter immediately focused her binoculars in that direction, her thumb turned the knob of the zoom, even with her binoculars she still squinted her eyes in the viewfinder, attempting to see through the thin gaps between the trees.

The homing beacon beeped again, only this time the rhythm of the glow sped up a few beats. She put away her binoculars and went downhill, literally crossing the between the badlands and the mainland. Her boots scraped against the rocky slope, the forest floor carpeted by fallen leaves cushioned her fall; when she erected herself after her landing, she patted the holster on her hip and the felt for her rifle—both weapons are still on her person.

She stalked through the dense greenery, the dimness of the trees’ shade unsettled her little droid on her back.

“Yeah, it’s a little spooky. We’re getting out of here, don’t worry,”

Through the thick foliage, Jidné and ID-3 weren’t alone; amongst the shrubs and treetops where they hide, their sights followed the girl whom they immediately labeled as an intruder of their home. Black claws gripped around the branches, the muscles on their hind legs strained and prepped for a lunge if need be; the ones on the ground slipped and stealthily passed through the plants, concealing themselves from the human’s plain eyes.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, ID, we just need to move fast if we don’t want anything catching up to us,” Jidné reassured, although she was getting uneasy herself. Her hand subtly crawled down to the flap of her holster, carefully unbuttoning the cover.

The animals were surely making their presence known, Jidné had already spotted one of them moving from its hiding place to the next; their low growling grumbled amongst the tree trunks. By instinct, she fished out her lightsaber hilt with a slight tug using the Force and is beginning to prepare herself in a stance.

She focused on the animal that she spotted moving cover to cover, little did she know that this one was a decoy. The true predator was waiting for her on its perch in the treetops. Jidné engaged at the animal when it revealed itself from the bushes: a large cat-like animal with dark, coarse fur, it carried itself with a silent grace with its slender yet muscular limbs, curved claws as deadly as a scimitar, and a long tail used to grapple on its perches.

It bared its teeth as it approached Jidné, asserting its frightful dominance in this jungle. Its back arched and its lips pulled back to show more teeth, agitated at the hiss of the saber’s blade, threatened by the foreign, purple glow that shone in its golden brown eyes.

“Down, kitty,” Jidné hummed.

The decoy still confronted Jidné, affording its companion to descend upon her in the speed of light, its claws fixed on the rifle, assuming that it was a bodily appendage than an actual weapon. Her startled shriek must have alerted every single creature—big or small—within the forest. In the distance, Cal jerked his head to the direction of the human scream, he squinted his eyes as the sound died down and was replaced by the harmonious chirping of birds.

“That doesn’t sound right,” Cal tells BD-1.

Jidné’s true assailant dragged her violently across the forest floor by the rifle on her back; she unbuckled the strap across her body to break free, she succeeded and crawled away—saber still in hand, but her grip was trembling, trying to pull herself together while her life is still flashing before her eyes. The animal thrashed its head wildly left and right while chewing at the weapon in an attempt to eat it; realizing that it was inedible, it flung it far behind its back and focused on the real prey.

Her fingers tensed around her hilt. For every flimsy swing she did to make them back away, they come back at her two steps closer with their yellow, blood-stained fangs in full display. She focused on the one that was closest to her—the decoy—and she grazed its shoulder with her lightsaber. It wailed in pain as the searing heat cooked its skin and fur, Jidné’s attack just made it angrier, all of the hairs on its body pricked up as it arched its back in retaliation.

“Come on!” Jidné screeched tauntingly.

She finally attacked the decoy. The decoy continued to lunge at her, thirsting for revenge after being nicked by her blade. Cal had heard the wail of the animal that Jidné had maimed, it rang loud and clear in his earshot, he knew he was in the right track. He sped through the forest: vaulting over fallen logs and boulders that stood in his path, shouldering his way through the large-leafed bushes and the trees until the humming of a saber was audible.

Cal discovered a girl wielding a purple saber, flailing it at the animals’ faces as she tried to keep herself from their claws’ or fangs’ reach. He watched her for a moment, slashing away at the one already riddled with seared cuts over its body. The wild cat creature lunged at her, in turn, Jidné smoothly evaded it and followed it by piercing the ribcage of the animal with her saber.

A third cat appeared in the place of the one she just killed, angrier and hungrier for meat. As if to exact vengeance on its fallen member, the pack leader charged at her, claws at the ready and reared—its heavy paw slapped away the saber from her hand, buried within the thick foliage of the forest floor.

“NO!!” she screeched, the animal had rendered her empty-handed and vulnerable.

Just when the animals thought that had her in their jaws, the newcomer tried to pounce on her until she seized the leaping animal in mid-air using the Force—Cal witnessed this, awe-stricken at the discovery of a fellow Jedi—her Force-push flung the animal away but quickly shook it off and readied itself back on its four paws.

Cal jumped into the action, instinctively stretching out his hand to inflict Force-slow on the alpha as he joined Jidné. She didn’t take her eyes off the animals, though she stole a glance at her unlikely helper.

Red hair.

Her stomach sank, but everything was happening so quickly that she couldn’t register them all at once in her panicking brain.

Cal was on the offensive and targeted the alpha, riddling its body with orange-and-black searing cuts the same way Jidné did on the one she killed; seeing that she was empty-handed, he quickly twisted the sleeve and separated his lightsabers.

“Here!” he tossed his second saber at Jidné. She caught it, and in a graceful twirl, she’d severed the newcomer cat’s forelegs in a clean, perfectly-timed sweep, killing it in the process.

The alpha backed away, leaned its head back and produced an ear-shattering roar—so loud, in fact, that Jidné had to duck and shield her one ear with her free hand. Little by little, leaner versions of the animal—which ought to be juveniles learning how to hunt—appear out from their hiding spots upon the call of their pack leader, it’s as if they’ve organized this whole ambush for the sake of finding food—which neither Jidné nor Cal do not exactly plan to be.

The juveniles appeared in all sides around them, they spun while literally back-to-back with one another as they surveyed the jungle clearing, counting the reinforcements with their eyes.

Four of the creatures rejoined their leader on the ground, backs arched, and throat rumbling with threatening growls. The death scent of their two fallen members roused up their senses, baring their teeth in anger at the two assailants.

“Something tells me they’re not here for belly rubs,” Cal jested.

That drew a giggle out of Jidné, “No, I don’t think so!”

Both Jidné and Cal brandished their lightsabers at the large, feral cat-like creatures. One immediately lunged at them, buckling its claws at Cal and pounced on him, trying to rip his throat open—Jidné kicked it away from him and left a diagonal gash across its chest, killing it instantly; the scarred alpha attempts to strike back at her, charging at her at a feral speed, she dodge-rolled it and only managed to scratch its thick, aging hide.

“On your left, ginger!”

Cal took on the two new juveniles on his left, he tossed his saber at one while the other jumped on him—he backed away, dodging the jump attack by a hair and skillfully caught the returning lightsaber, he didn’t spare a second in killing the second. That leaves them with the surviving juvenile and the sturdy alpha, who was still standing strong after being nicked repeatedly by both of these humans. It probably had its last straw and paced cautiously at the two.

The remaining juvenile pounced at Jidné—already exhausted at this whole debacle—and dug its sickle-shaped claws onto her shoulders. The borrowed saber was still in her hand, she angled her wrist so the emitter faces the animal, and with a single press of the button, the blade pierced through one side of the animal’s neck to the other. She rolled it away from her body and brought herself on her knees, catching her breath as she stayed close by her unlikely ally.

The alpha had enough of this, of course. Out of mercy, its lunging attack was seized by Cal who Force-pushed it with an intensity that it resorted to run away into hiding. When the whole ordeal was over, Cal turned to the girl.

“You alright?”

He reached out his hand in front of Jidné, she stared at the hand for one second and then turned to the face of the boy who helped her. She denied that her heart skipped a beat. Cal pulled her up to her feet the moment they joined hands.

“Yeah… just a little shaken,” she dusted off the dirt that stuck on her jacket and removed her cowl to do the same. She remembered that she still had his saber and briskly returned it to him. “Thanks for this, by the way.”

He takes his second saber and conjoins it with the other, “Don’t mention it.”

The awkward silence between was filled in by the insects chirping amongst the woods. BD-1 hopped off of Cal’s shoulder to scan the dead animals and skittered briskly back to him.

“So those cats were called Bashiji, huh? I’ll give it a read later,” he whispered to BD-1, and then cleared his throat, recomposing himself in front of the girl. “Name’s Cal. Kestis. By the way.”

He stretched out hand again at her. Her eyes shifted between Cal—beaming a small yet friendly smile at her—and his hand.

“Jidné. Jidné Sheedra.”

She takes his hand and shakes on it. From her touch, the ripple of the Force that has been lightly nudging at Cal ever since he came in to this planet seemed to have amplified. He gave himself the benefit of the doubt and smiled as he exchanged niceties with Jidné.

“Jidné, I’ll remember that,”

A flustered Jidné attempted to subtly pull her hand away from her own target. She awkwardly managed a smile and walked past his shoulder, walking to the foliage where the Bashiji had slapped her saber away. Using the Force, she extended her open hand and the hilt popped out of the pile of leaves where it fell into. She instantly clipped it to her belt the moment it returned to her.

“You’re a Jedi, too?”

Well, shit. Her voice in her mind hissed.

Her stomach sank again just right when it worked its way back up to where it should be. The bridge of her nose crumpled upon realizing that she has no escape from that question, luckily, she had her back turned to Cal when he asked.

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whatisbraincells · 5 years ago

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LIS 1 & 2 as Mean Girls The Musical!

This is for my au called Crossing Cliques. Kinda spoilers for it but it’s not to bad. They’re all doing the show in the fic. I just wanted to write the cast list so here you go:

Director: Travis Keaton

Stage Manager: Steph Gringrich

Cast:

Cady Heron: Rachel Amber

Regina George: Victoria Chase

Ms. Norbury/Mrs. Heron/Mrs. George: Ingrid Kristiansen

Mr. Duvall/Mr. Heron: Anders Helmersson

Kevin Gnapoor: Sean Diaz

Gretchen Wieners: Dana Ward

Karen Smith: Juliet Watson

Aaron Samuels: Nathan Prescott

Janis Sarkisian: Chloe Price

Damian Hubbard: Warren Graham

Company(includes random people as fillers):

Mathletes: Finn McNamara, Elliot Hampden

Marymouth Mathletes: Hannah Reyome, Penny Mickael, Hayden Jones

Others: Cassidy Jones(wow same last name as Hayden gasp), Logan Robertson, Jacob Hackerman, Courtney Wagner, Taylor Chirstensen, Alyssa Anderson, Michael Flora, Jaiden Caners, Sarah Winters, Trinity Ariel.(The last four are my LIS ocs)

Crew:

Heads: Mickey North(Stage), Skip Matthews(AV), Kate Marsh(Costume).

Stage: Drew North, Lyla Park, Maura Winters, Lee Cassen, Dusk Indiana, Dawn Indiana(Last four are also ocs).

AV: Brook Scott, Maxine Caulfield, Evan Harris, Frank Bowers(assistant AV Head).

Costume: Samantha Myers, Helen Christensen, Stella Hill, Michele Grant(adult supervision).

I love this so much, I love my AU so much. I’ll make a post talking about the AU and what’s going on with the show.

#lis #lis 2 #life is strange 2 #life is strange #chasefield #amberprice #mcdiaz #fean #finn mcnamara #crossing cliques #grahamscott #cassidy x lyla #mean girls the musical

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darkling-er · 6 years ago

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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 19

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 3931

Notes: I used that gif, because I would like to imagine it’s them and it’s cute *-*

Hope feels her body stucked on John’s as she slowly wakes up. She doesn’t rush, enjoying the rhythm of his breathing. She smiles to herself, carefully lifting her head from his chest, looking up at the sleeping man. People really do look innocent while they sleep. His features smooth, no showing of fake smiles and angry outbursts. He looks cute while he sleeps... The young woman smirks to herself.

She moves her leg away from him, as it was entangled with his. John doesn’t seem to wake up to her moving around. She sits up, then looks down at the man, placing a kiss on his cheek. Not to wake him up, just to enjoy the moment a bit more. He doesn’t flinch, sleeping deeply, so Hope gets up from the bed, walking toward the bathroom on her toes, trying to be quiet.

She closes the bathroom door slowly, being careful to not wake up the man. The young woman start running the water in the shower, stepping under it. So many thoughts go through her head as she massages her scalp, washing her hair under the hot water.

It feels nice, getting rid of the sweat that gathered on her skin yesterday night. Hope uses the man’s shower gel, feeling dazed in his scent, while rubbing on her skin with it.

She doesn’t her the bathroom door open, or him stepping into the shower until John kisses her neck, making Hope gasp in surprise. He puts lazy kisses on her skin from behind, his hand touching her abdomen, sliding down between her legs.

“Good morning, my dear.” He says in a smooth voice, then he bites on her earlobe slightly, fingers tracing along her slit.

She feels hot, not just from the water as she turns her head, kissing him over her shoulder. Their kiss is sloppy, as she turns her body around, hand grabbing behind his neck, the other sliding down to touch his hardening cock.

God, we really shoudln’t do this... She thinks, but doesn’t act on her thought. Hope traces her thumb over his tip, earning a groan from John. Then everything goes fast. A lot different then yesterday night, his movements rough, not slow and careful.

He picks her up, then slams her against the shower cabinet’s wall, pushing himself into her entrance.

It doesn’t take them long to reach their high, John filling her body after she’s clamping around him. They breath heavily against each other. Her head is against his chest, while he carefully puts her down after they both ride out their orgasm.

Hope thinks how easily they could have tripped on the wet floor, knowing that most of the times shower sex ends up in accidents and injuries.

“I could get used to this.” John amuses with a low chuckle, caressing the young woman’s hair under the running water.

She hugs his chest, her head resting on his chest. Yeah, me too... She wants to say, but doesn’t, knowing better.

“We should finish showering.” Hope says, stepping away from him, averting his gaze and turning around to finish up with the shower.

They doesn’t say anything else to each other, until they go back to the room, both having a towel around themselves.

She looks at her torn apart dress, looking at it, wondering what to wear now. She picks up her underwear and puts it on, while John stands in his closet. He’s in a simple black shirt and jeans, a look she’s not used to by him. Even as a prisoner at the jail he wore his vest and button-up shirt. He looks nice like this, even domestic.

John holds a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans out to Hope, and she thanks him, putting on the clothes. The jeans is surprisingly perfect on her, and she raises an eyebrow at that:

“Are you keeping all kinds of women jeans in your closet, or is this just a coincidence.”

He chuckles looking at her with a shrug:

“Bought it for Faith, but she refused to wear it...”

And with that they end their conversation, not speaking to each other about anything else. They don’t dare bring up the stuff that happened between them yesterday and this morning in the shower.

Hope left John at the Ranch with Sharky and she also made a call Grace, asking her to stay with those two. She trusted her more than Sharky. The man is her best friend, but he’s uncapable of keeping John under a leash.

The young woman also paid a visit to the Ryes, both happy to see her again. Kim even told her Nick cried for days about her ‘death’. Which made Hope feels terrible, but also warm, knowing the Ryes are like a second family to her. Mentioning that they told her why they really called her there: they wanted her to be their child’s godmother. There were tears of joy, mostly from the junior deputy. And after a long chit-chat about all kinds of things she left them at the house.

The junior deputy is now at the whitetail mountains. She radioed Eli about doing some jobs for him. The man was happy to hear from her, glad she’s going to help out in the north.

Hope called Jess as well, to have some company. The woman didn’t say but she seemed happy to rejoin the deputy’s team against the cult.

Hope did some heavy work up there: freeing the F.A.N.G. Center, finding Cheeseburger the bear. Getting the radios back for Tammy and finding a bunch of loot for Wheaty. Eli even joked about her being restless. But of course she feels like she needs to do work against the cult. Not only she missed a whole month, but it also helps her to try and forget about the events with John.

Now Jess and Hope is destroying wolf beacons, making it hard for Jacob to get more judges. They blow up the last one they could find in the mountains, smiling proudly at the crash of the cult beacon.

They walks away smiling, when her radio crackles to life, and the voice speaking to her makes her frowns, even a bit terrified:

“Y’know Deputy... If it were up to me you’d have been dead a long time ago... Especially after you killed my little brother... But Joseph has other ideas... and he wants to talk to you. So that’s what you’re gonna do. Don’t worry, my hunters will bring you to him.”

Hope starts to panic, looking at Jess, then around herself, when her radio crackles to life again, Dutch speaking to her:

“Ah, shit... He’s comin’ for you again, kid. Better be careful, those hunters could be anywhere.”

Run, run, run! Her voice screams at her in her head, and Jess thinks the same, grabbing her arm, running toward their truck.

“Come on, Deputy! We just got ya back, I ain’t gonna let you get taken by that asshole!”

They run through the forest, trying to get to the car, where they parked it, only to find the road empty.

“Oh, you fuckers! I swear, this ‘take it if it’s empty’ thinking with the resistance is fucked!” Jess growls, not knowing what to do.

Hope panics, her senses going wild, trying to dodge if a bliss arrow comes her way. She spots two of Jacob’s man, one aiming his bow at them.

Hope tackles Jess to the ground, getting her out of the way of the arrow as well. A fight starts, Jess readying her bow, killing one of the peggies, while Hope aims her AR-C at the other one, killing him on sight.

They exhale, feeling lucky, but a sharp pain goes through the junior deputy’s leg, her vision turning red and blurry.

“Jess...” She exhales, turning around to see three other peggies and two Judges with them.

She falls to the ground, already falling deep into unconsciousness, while she watches the young woman fighting against a Judge. Hope wants to help her friend, but can’t, her mind already turning off.

The junior deputy wakes up on the ground, in a cage. She was never there before, but she could swear it’s familiar somehow.

It’s nighttime again, meaning she had to be asleep for at least a day. Her head and leg hurts, and her throat and mouth feels so dry it causes her pain as well. This is bullshit...

A guy crouches down next to her, she recognizes him. He was at the wolf’s den and with Eli when they rescued her from Jacob at the first time. The stuttering guy. She feels bad, not remembering his name.

He’s ready to give her a drink from a bowl, but a voice makes both of their head turn. Staci! He stands next to the cage, grabbing on the bars, while speaking:

“They want you to be strong. One of you will be strong...”

Hope notices Jacob approaching Staci, while Mr. Stutter goes up to the bars:

“N-n-n-n-not again...”

When Jacob shoves Staci away Mr. Stutter scatters back to the end of the cage as well.

“Get out of here, Peaches.”

Staci falls back, going behind the man, standing guard. Trying to be a good soldier. Or a good bitch to Jacob... She thinks, feeling pity for Pratt.

Joseph is here as well, touching his forehead to Jacob. It seems to be like a show of respect, a show of concern and love. She shivers, thinking he did the same to her in the Bliss.

Jacob stands aside, looking down at Hope, meeting her eyes, but his facial expression is blank. So she rather focuses on Joseph, the man crouching down next to her, just the metal bars between them.

She moves, trying to stand, but gives up and makes a grimace at the pain of her wounded leg. She doesn’t make a sound though, she can’t show weakness around Jacob.

Hope looks at the Father, hating the man in front of her for putting her in such position.

“I know you’re in pain. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh, huh?”

His voice is the same as usual: smooth, comforting, but she doesn’t need him to be that. She would rather have him shout at her for escaping the Jessop Conservatory. This act of his, or whatever he thinks this is, is just annoying.

She doesn’t answer, playing the mute infront of the man. He shakes his head a bit, then continues:

“But you’re not the only one to be tested...”

She takes a glance at Jacob, but he doesn’t even look at them. The fuck does that mean? Joseph shows her his forearm, a tattoo of a young woman on it.

“Did you know that I had a wife? So beautiful, isn’t she?”

He puts his hand through the bars. She would gladly hit him, but knows better. With Jacob standing there and her behind the bars there’s no chance of fight anyway.

Hope looks back into Joseph’s eyes, continuing her silence, so he goes on.

“We were pregnant with out first child. And we were just babies ourselves really. And I was terrified.” His chuckle scares her. She never seen him laugh or smile before, so this feels unusual.

“Of becoming a Father, mostly about money... She wasn’t worried... She had faith that things were gonna work out. She always had faith...”

Wow, nice. Someone actually married this dude. Either she was crazy, or she was a magician and could fuck some sense into him... She thinks, not amused by his story telling. She would rather have Jacob speak his nonsense about weak and strong, then this man sharing his life event with her.

“And then one day she was going to go visit a friend. There was an accident... and the Lord taketh.”

Fuck... Well, that escaleted quickly. She unconsciously remembers her parent’s death. The car accident she can’t remember, because she was born right there in the middle of it. But from all the reports she searched for and read about she feels like she was there, remembering every picture of her deceased parents.

“And they rushed me to a hospital and put me in a room with this little pink bundle stuffed with tubes and they said that I had to be strong because my little girl was going to live.”

Wow, that’s.. hard... She feels bad for the child. Even though she didn’t knew Joseph had a daughter. It must have been hard to grow up without her mother and live with her delusional father.

Her face softens, listening to his story.

“God was looking out for our daughter. And they left me in a..., alone in a room with her. I just...” He shakes his head, looking into the distance, probably reliving the situation. “... stared... at my daughter... So helpless. So innocent... and all she had in the world was me.” He seems to be angry at himself, his word flying through his teeth. “A nobody, from nowhere with nothing.”

His face softens again, blinking at Hope.

“And in that moment I knew that God was testing me. He was laying out a path before me and all I had to do was choose.”

She frowns, confused. Did he leave the kid? Put her into an orphanage or give her up for adoption? She feels sorry for the kid, but is relieved. Probably for the best to not grow up with this man.

He continues and Hope starts to feel a knot in her stomach, making her head dizzy. A feeling that something bad is going to happen.

“So I put my hand on my little girls head and I leaned in and I could smell her... And we prayed together. Prayed for wisdom. Prayed for strength... then I knew. I heard God’s plan for me.”

Her heart starts beating faster on his next words, her face turning into a horrified shock as he raises his hand, gesturing along with his story:

“And I took my fingers and I put them on that little tube that was taped to her angelic face and I pinched it shut.”

She looks at him, terrified as he closes his eyes with a low humm, just to open them again and look at her horrified expression.

“And after a little while her legs began to kick and kick and kick... and then nothing. Stillness. Release.”

She tries to lean back, afraid of the man’s actions. How could he?

“How could you?” She whispers, her first words to him and he grabs her by the collar of her shirt, leaning against the bars.

“The Lord giveth and the Lord... taketh.”

He pulls her up to her feet:

“Pain. Sacrifice. These are all part of his test. Only have to prove that we can serve God... no matter what He asks... When you’re finished here, I want to think about this,the sacrifices you have to make, if you want to join us in the new Eden... Start walking the Path, Deputy. Then join me and my Family on Sunday for dinner.”

He turns away from Hope, taking Jacob’s shoulder in his hand.

“You’ve done well.”

Then Joseph leaves, the young woman still shocked and mortified by his story. Hope looks at Jacob, his expression blank. Did he knew? Did John knew? She can’t read the other Seeds well, but she has a feeling that Jacob in fact didn’t know about this.

He looks at her, taking out his music box. She realizes it too late, looking down at his hands as he opens the box. Her vision start to go red, her head hurting at the music. She covers her ears, trying to close out the sound, but she can’t, it’s too much.

She closes her eyes and the next moment she stands in the same room as before. A tower clocking, red room with a falling building. The presentation Jacob did, two people sitting in the chairs. And a gun, right before her on the table.

Hope grabs it and shoots both of them down. She doesn’t think about Joseph and his story. She doesn’t think about John. She only thinks about one thing: Kill. Kill. Kill.

“Excellent.” Jacob says as she already knows the route she has to run, grabbing another weapon. The falling apart building containing people: resistance members, innocents, militia members...

But she shoots them. Innocent or not, if she shoots before them that only means they are weak. And she knows what needs to be done with the weak.

“Good, cull the herd.”

She grabs the shotgun from next to the wall, moving forward to the corridor. The music slowly making her mind crazy. The slow version of Only You echoing in the building and in her head. A deer appears in front of her and runs into the wall, turning into smoke, just like the people she shoots at.

She’s near the entrance to the fountain and she grabs an AR-C. The metal gate saying it’s still the veteran center. She shoots down all the man, not having a problem with it. She needs to hear him. She wants to hear him praise her. I’m strong, they’re weak.

“Well done.”

She enters the building, killing everyone in the next room. She’s getting ready to the slide down. She doesn’t wake up this time though. It doesn’t end. She enters a place that is familiar somehow, but her crazed mind can’t recognize the place. There’s no time to think, only to act.

A person runs towards her and she shoots him in the head. She kills every last person in the room, only to earn a praise from Jacob:

“Good.”

She kills the next one:

“Not bad.”

Hope turns around the corner and finds herself at her destination. A blank face, almost a dummy, and she shoots at it, the music stopping at her action.

“Perfect.”

She falls unconscious, a black dream welcoming her, the feeling that she did good.

Hope sits in the kitchen of the Ranch, looking down at her hands, her knuckles bloody from the kills and shaky from her shock. She’s holding a mug, filled with hot chocolate, while Pastor Jerome is talking to her. But his voice is blurry, she can’t focus on it, as the memories of her actions keep coming back to her.

How she woke up in the middle of the forest, surrounded by a pile of corpses... Resistance members that she killed. How she managed to get into a truck and drive back to the Valley, entering the Ranch. How she sat down in the dining room and stayed there. Sharky, Grace, even John asking her what happened. But she couldn’t answer. Her mind blank, the echo of Only You ringing in her ears, making her see red from time to time.

After some time Grace called Fall’s End for help, any kind of guidance. Soon Jerome, Adam and Liza came. Hope didn’t watch their reactions to John, them probably meeting the man for the first time since the Atonement.

Jerome made her a cup of hot chocolate, while Liza checked her pupils, saying something to the others Hope didn’t catch, but the woman seemed to keep her sentences short anyway. Mostly Jerome, Adam and Grace speaking. And of course John, which seemed to annoy the others.

And now they are all gathered around her. Speaking to her and each other, trying to pull a word from her. But the young woman just stares at the mug in her hands. She didn’t even drink from it yet.

Hope doesn’t realize, when someone steps next to her chair, putting their hands on her shoulder and she flinches at the contact, panic creeping up on her.

The blur goes away and she looks up at John who is quickly pushed away from her into the wall by Adam, who readies a punch:

“Don’t you dare touch her!” The gun for hire says, pushing John against the wall, an annoyed look on the others face.

“I wasn’t going to do anything...” He scoffs, as Grace pulls Adam off of John, standing between the two of them, holding her hands out, looking from one to the other.

“Could you guys stop with this male hormone bullshit? I don’t need you two acting like this around the Deputy right now.”

Hope blinks up at them, then turns her gaze to Liza, Jerome and Sharky. Sharky sits at the table, looking worried, but not saying a word, letting the others solve out the situation.

Jerome locks eyes with the young woman with a careful voice as he approaches her:

“...Deputy?”

She looks at the man, her hands shaking around the mug, as she blinks at the Pastor. Adam and John seem to calm down, everyone in the room looking at her, waiting. She opens her lips a bit, trying to form words in her head first, then weakly she whispers:

“I’ve killed them.”

She looks down at her hands, but her mind is back at the place where she woke up. All the blood, all those bodies.

“They were innocent... Our people.” She whispers, tear gathering in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop. I just... I couldn’t... Oh God...”

Jerome comes and gets the mug out of her hand, his other resting on her shoulders as she starts to cry. Jacob’s disapproving voice echoing in her head. You’re weak.

She doesn’t see, but Adam looks at Jerome and Liza saying:

“This is Jacob’s work.”

Jerome tries to comfort the broken young woman:

“Deputy, it’s not your fault... Jacob did this to you, he lead your hands to do it, but it wasn’t your fault.”

She doesn’t believe him, but stops crying, wiping away her tears, then stopping as she looks down at her bloody hands.

“Joseph was there too.” She says, a sentence that makes everyone go stiff and tense.

“Why was he there?” John asks, earning an annoyed look from Adam, but Hope answers anyway.

“He wanted to talk to me... But it wasn’t a conversation... He said...”

She feels a puke coming up as she thinks about his story, but fights down the feeling. She closes her eyes, shaking her head, not wanting to repeat his story. Who knows what that would cause. Maybe John even knows about it. She wishes that he doesn’t. That would make her heart break, knowing the man knew what his brother had done and still look up for him.

So she rather repeats his last words for her:

“He said I have to walk the Path... Then join him for dinner on Sunday.”

She says, shaking her head lightly, gaining a scoff from Grace.

“Sure thing, bring some wine for him, will ya?” Adam jokes, then looks down at Hope, his fake smile fading. “Jesus, don’t tell me you actually thinking about it.”

Hope doesn’t want to. If anything she wants to stay away from Joseph for the rest of her life. But she gatheres her willpower, sighing.

“If this means I get close to him, maybe have a chance for an attack as well... So be it. I’ll be bait.”

They all look at her in disbelief, as she sighs.

“Unless you guys have a better plan... If you do, please tell me, because...” She fakes a laugh. “... I honestly don’t want to do this.”

She looks at all of them frowning:

“Although I have no idea how to ‘walk the Path’...”

Silence follows, then John speaks up, everyone looking at him.

“I do.”

A/N: I know I rushed some game events here, but being not much of an impact on the story I didn’t see a reason to write them all down.

Tags: @onl-you , @redaurora17

#hope's savior #trinity-hope johnson #my deputy #john seed x female deputy #john seed x deputy #john seed x oc #far cry 5 fanfiction #far cry fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #far cry 5 #my ocs

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beeaggressivedraws · 5 years ago

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If NORTH KOREA has a kaiju why not vietnam

This is my OC khanrong

Vietnamese name: khổng rồng meaning giant dragon

Statue like kaiju that awakens in Vietnam in 1978. Nobody (characters) knows where he came from. Check wattpad for backstory

https://my.w.tt/6XJOP6OlX0

Abilities: (note more to come)

Napalm breath (self explanatory)

Divine beam (from eyes and mouth)

Holy trinity beam (BIG LASER)

Healing (Heals in one minute)

Arm blades

Tail blades

Can survive a supernova

Flight

Swim

The last photo is where I got my inspiration

#khanrong #oc #kaiju

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pinkstarsims · 4 years ago

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“I’d rather have flowers in my hair than diamonds around my neck”

Cristy and Trinity

@tragicsims

#oc: trinity north #cristy #trinity x cristy #sims 3 #ts3 #tragicsims #adorablepixells

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pinkstarsims · 4 years ago

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Tweaked Trinity a little last night ^_^

#oc: trinity north #little spunky baby #i love her so much #i love her even more now #ts3 #sims 3 #female sim #adorablepixells

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darkling-er · 6 years ago

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Eve Enderby | Hope’s Savior

Full name: Eve Juliet Enderby

Nicknames: Ivy ( Virgil ), Einstein ( Tee ), Genius ( Cougars at the Jail ), little she devil ( Earl )

Birthday: April 24, 2005

Death: November 3, 2018 (Age 13)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

MBTI: ENFJ

Family: Thomas Enderby ( father ✝ ) , Tee Enderby ( brother ) , Orion ( cat, partner in crime )

Height: 5′ 15⁄64 inch | 153cm

Side: Neutral / Resistance

John’s tattoos: None

Location: Henbane River, Hope County Jail

Occupation: high school student

Hobbies: science, reading, learning, singing in choir (pre-cult)

Background / Pre-Cult: She was always daddy’s special little girl. When her parents had a divorce she didn’t even think twice who she wanted to stay with. She thought her mother was cruel to have an affair with another man. She felt sorry for her father and felt angry at his brother that he wanted to leave their dad. She always though of her father as a hero, always having mathematical and scientific competitions with each other. Her mentor, her dad and her hero in one same person. She knew that alcohol made him miserable, and he wanted to help him. She knew it wasn’t his fault to act like he did when he drank. She also understood TJ’s feelings, tried to be the connection between both men. Trying to calm them down if they were fighting. In school they thought she was a genius, she jumped two years in school, being the best student. She was never a shy girl and despite she was the smartest she got detention a lot. Always sassying the teacher, being a smartass with them for fun. But that’s exactly what people liked about her. She never was good at any sports, but she used to climb on houses and buildings and roofs like a ninja. She got into a lot of trouble for that too, but it never bothered her Father. It kept him entertained if anything. When Thomas joined the cult TJ got her in the middle of the night and left their father behind. She didn’t want to leave him, but she knew TJ needed her more, so she went with him to the County Jail.

Thoughts about people in Hope County :

Virgil: She really likes being around the man. She finds him kind, cheerful and a great adult. Eve thinks of him as a funny uncle of some kind. She likes to ask riddles of him, play mind games with him or even play chess. Sometimes she even lets him win just to make him happy. The young girl has a huge respect for him, keeping up a good smile while having such a responsibility on him. When she goes to the roof of the Jail for fun she feels sorry for him, making the man scared that she might fall down. Although she would never fall down.

Tracy: She doesn’t like her. The woman is mean to her, always calling her names, being rude if she dares to correct her on mathematical questions. But Eve doesn’t care, she won’t shut up just because an adult can’t take a correction from a child.

Sheriff Earl Whitehorse: Eve really likes the man. He reminds her of the cute old people from cartoons, like Up! and Gravity Falls. Although he calls her a ‘little she devil’ for climbing up on the roof of the Jail and always causing some kind of mischief, he’s kind and funny. She likes to listen to his stories at night.

Adeliade Drubman: She met the woman a lot of times, thanks to her brother’s job. She liked the Marina and the docks, where she could hang out with one of the local’s dogs. Although the woman’s adult jokes weren’t funny to her, she thought of the woman as a nice lady.

Jerome Jeffries: She really liked the man when their family were going to the church regularly. But she didn’t like the option of just one God existing, her being a believer of science the most. But whenever she had questions about religion and God, Jerome was always nice to answer her questions.

Faith Seed: At first she liked her, that she was helping her father out, but when things went south she started to dislike the woman. She doesn’t believe in her being all at fault, she thinks she’s a victim too. But Eve just wants her father back, and if the woman stands in the way in that, she’ll fight her... with words... somehow...

John Seed: The charismatic man reminds her of the villains that everyone hated but loved in movies. She thinks of him as a grey person. Not evil, not good. But definitely problematic. Thankfully Eve never met the man personally.

Jacob Seed: She’s interested in how the man managed to condition those poor people up in the north. She was always interested in pschology and the tricks of the mind. Although she thinks his darwinism is a bit far fetched. And despite she wants to know how the man is so clever to do those conditionings, she wishes the man would stop, feeling sorry for the poor people who suffer from Jacob’s acts.

Joseph Seed: This is the man who creeps her out the most. He’s like those adults who the parents say about ‘dont take candy from strangers’. Joseph Seed scares her and she doesn’t want to meet the man. She heard too brutal stories about him. There’s nothing more scary than a man who is calm but could strike down at any time.

Special thoughts of my ocs:

Thomas Enderby: Her father is her hero. And she knows he’s a great man, who was wronged by the world. She think the cult is using her father, making him believe in stuff that is impossible. Making him leave his family and doing god knows what for the Project. But she knows he will come back to them. Sometimes when Tee isn’t watching she cries for him at night, missing the nice embrace of her father.

Tee Enderby: Even though they like to tease each other a lot, they are the best of friends. Eve wasn’t popular in school so she enjoyed her big brother’s attention to her. Even though he never said it to anyone, she knows he’s gay. It’s clear for her and she supports him. Though she’ll wait until he says it, respecting his pace of telling it to other people.

Trinity-Hope Johnson: From Earl’s stories she became her hero. The young woman is not only smart, likes the night sky and knows a lot of things about the universe, she is badass. And her sassy tone is Eve’s favourite. Earl always tell her that she’s just like her niece when she was younger and that makes her proud. She wants to be just like the woman when she grows up.

Special thoughts of peoples’ ocs

.. @onl-you s universe

Liza Evans: She heard about the young woman and looks up at her in wonder, thinking about her as some kind of hero. She wants to be just like her, using her smart to help out other people while being a badass.

Joffrey Orwell: She met him at the Marina, and she knows exactly how her borther looks at him and feels about him. So she tries to be less of a smartass around the boy, she wants her brother to be happy. Always trying to leave hints about her brother’s feelings for the boy, so maybe they will end up together.

Trivia:

Her parents wanted to send her to a special school, her being a little genius, but she wanted to go to the same school as normal kids.

She was a part of the school’s choir, but never a lead singer.

When the cult wasn’t so aggressive she even sang in their choir for fun.

She and her Father used to do this game when they sat down together in a room for 24 hours with a blank notebook. Filling it with ideas and bluprints of machines.

She doesn’t believe in just one god. She is open minded to all religion and all scientific theories.

When it rains she always tells stories to his brother ( and her father before the cult ) about the old gods, ,making up stories that it’s a heavy storm becuase Odin and Zeus are fighting who is the better god.

She is an extrovert person, but sometimes she likes to be quiet and just listen to other people. She thinks listening to people is a great way to learn a lot about them.

She has a cat named Orion - a stray cat that follows her - and she walkes around with it on the roof of the Jail.

Her favourite tv show is Doctor Murphy, a show she got to watch before the communications and other electrical connection with the outside world was cut from them in Hope County.

She likes sci-fi movies and books.

She hated learning french in school and is pissed off when TJ teases her with french words.

#eve enderby #my ocs #far cry 5 ocs #introduction

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