#pocketful oc: jackie

[thepocket221]

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hi (louder than everyone, leaning on my very expensive car with fat stacks of cash as well, and slightly pulling down my cool and awesome and sexy sunglasses /j)

really messy sketches of my charlie kisser, jackie (:

nothing else that’s super recent for them(glenn when they lie) but i definitely want to draw more of my listener ocs

okay that’s it goodbye and stay safe🫡

[chunghasweetie]

𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— part 2

— pairing | fem!oc x dealer!jjk

— summary | always giving out free shit to his favorite customer

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

smut, bickering, cussing, drugs🍃, plug jk, dirty talk, belittling, pussy eating, protected sex, porn making, friends with benefits(?), etc

— word count | 2.09k words

— song suggestion | everyday — ariana grande

“I can’t believe this man is really out here waiting outside like this.” Y/n groaned to herself.

She was meeting him once again for pre rolls, some dispos, and enough weed for her and her best friends.

Usually for anyone else it would be a bit strange for a plug to show up at their front door but Jungkook seemed very comfortable doing so.

Unluckily for her, she was very close to the plug.

He had been pulling up to her place everytime she wanted something. And he was more than happy to do it.

She was wearing a pink low cut top with a matching mini skirt. Her makeup was done up nice and her hair was curled to perfection.

She didn’t have much plans for the day. However, knowing that she was ordering from Jungkook, she knew she had to look somewhat presentable.

It’s not like she had to try too hard, she was gorgeous naturally. She had a body people would kill for and a face many would pay to even resemble.

“Hey mama.” The man bit his lip, checking her out at the doorstep.

“I don’t see anything.” Y/n looked at both of his hands and his front pockets. “Jungkook I swear if—“

“You’re already bugging.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I have it. A ‘hey’ would’ve been nice.” He stepped into her home.

“And it would’ve been nice to ask to come in.” She shut the door behind him.

“You’re so so pretty but your mouth—“ He exhaled. “You’re annoying.”

“Yet I’m your favoriteee customer.” She teased.

“Hell no. You’re not my favorite.” He shook his head, walking over to her counter, tossing everything he brought on there.

“Oh really?” She cocked her eyebrow. “You’re such a liar.”

“Psh- Why would I lie?” He looked over at her. “You’re honestly my least favorite.”

She could laugh. “Least favorite?”

“You heard me mama.” He shook his head. “You’re so annoying, rude, and you don’t even pay me.”

“I don’t pay you because you’re always tryna fuck.” She rolled her eyes at his insults.

“Trying to?” He laughed. “You act like I’m not successful every time.”

Wasn’t a lie. He was even laying it down when she didn’t order from him.

“You’re so annoying.” She groaned.

“I’m annoying? You texted me to drop off your shit and gave me attitude the second I came in!” He argued.

Also true.

That was their dynamic. Always having petty arguments as their way of flirting with each other. It was annoying but also very entertaining for the both of them.

“Oh my gosh. You’re already starting something.” She shook her head. “Go fucking change so we can watch a movie.”

“No way.” Jungkook fake gasped, touching his heart. “You’re letting me spend the night again mama? I’m so honored!”

“I hate you.”

༊—

“No way.” Jungkook’s jaw dropped at the sight of the scene on TV.

Jungkook and Y/n had been sharing a blunt on her couch and were heavily tuned into That 70s Show.

They had been watching the show together since the beginning of him coming over.

The two were cuddled up, Y/n stroking his hair as they watched the show.

It was the scene in which Jackie and Hyde had been secretly hooking up over the summer, and no one was as shocked as Jungkook.

Y/n had watched the series more than once, and seeing Jungkook’s reaction had her weak with laughter.

“That was so unexpected.” He announced. “But honestly, I’ve been thinking they looked good together.”

“Told you.” She shook her head.

“You didn’t tell me shit!” He turned over to her.

“Whatever.” She took another hit of the shared blunt.

“Pass it to me.”

“No.”

“Damnit woman.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re so fucking irritating but you’re so hot.”

“Awe. You’re such a sweetheart.” She answered sarcastically.

“Keep fucking playing with me.” He stared her down. “Been giving me attitude all night. I’ll straighten that out so fast.”

“The fuck you will.” She replied with an attitude once again.

“Oh wow.” Jungkook turned his attention to the TV, chuckling to himself.

“Okay.” He rubbed behind his neck. “Put the blunt down.”

“But—“

“I said put it down. You got your high. Just being greedy.”

She obeyed him after noticing his demanding tone of voice. He grabbed her remote, turning up the TV.

“Kiss me baby” He leaned in, easily earning a kiss from her.

“Pretty lips.” He pulled away before grabbing the back of her neck with his tattooed hand, crashing her lips back onto his.

She kissed him back willfully, smacking her lips repeatedly against his.

“So pretty.” He mumbled against them. “But that mouth is disgusting. Gotta fix that.”

He spit in her mouth, going back in and kissing her more aggressively.

Moving the couch pillow behind her head, he laid her down on the furniture.

He slid up her skirt, moving her panties to the side with his teeth.

“Not even apologizing,” He made a ‘tsk�� sound with his mouth. “I got some for you.”

He used his left hand to grab onto her breast, and used his right hand to hold her hips down.

His face was immediately hovering her cunt. His mouth was already watering at the sight, spitting and drooling on it.

Although it made her feel good, eating pussy was one of Jungkook’s main sources of pleasure.

Especially hers.

He’s never craved something so badly.

They weren’t dating. They never discussed anything of the sort. They were young and didn’t want to waste time with the labels.

But he would be damned if he had to share this woman.

The two did have their rocky and dysfunctional relationship but he was very happy to be around her.

Always smirking to himself whenever she texted. Hoping she’d ask him to stay longer. Following her on his damn plug account.

He had some other customers that were attractive women, but from the beginning she’s been his favorite. No one else got all the perks like she did.

She was a whiny moaning mess. Jungkook hadn’t even tasted her yet.

“Jungkook, please.” She begged. “Can’t wait like this.”

"I know, baby, I know. It's been too long." He leans in, his breath ghosting over her skin for just a moment before his lips press against her clit.

Her legs immediately squirmed at the feel of his mouth. She could hardly move due to him holding her down.

Grinning, he moves his tongue around her clit, sucking and nibbling at it.

He moves one of his arms to keep her leg in place, while the other one moves upwards, slipping two fingers inside her.

"All that attitude for what?" He asks through muffled groans.

He smirks against her skin, moving his fingers in and out slowly. He starts flicking his tongue over her clit faster, adding a third finger as he matches the rhythm with his tongue.

“You’re bitching at me the moment I get through the damn door. Now look at you.” He chuckled against her clit. “Apologize.”

“I— mm— Fu— I’m”

“Can’t speak?” Jungkook suddenly stopped, pulling out his fingers and moving from her heat since he knew she was close.

“Jungkook!” She groaned. “You can’t do me like this right now.”

“I can’t?” He laughed. “Oh I can. You can give me attitude all damn day but you want me to reward you by letting you cum already?” He scoffed.

“Ugh!” She groaned in frustration.

“Turn around.” Jungkook was already tearing a condom open with his mouth. “Ass up face down.”

She got into position like ordered. Jungkook moved the hair from her face so he could have a better view of her.

“Oh fuck yes.” Jungkook had the sight of her ass all to himself. “Don’t even know how you made it fit in that tight little skirt.”

He was checking her out. He did this everytime. Her body was perfection and way better than any of the models he had seen on Instagram.

“Can you do me a favor mama?” He leaned forward, “I wanna to do something with you.”

“What is it?” She asked, desperate to get fucked already.

“Lemme record.” He tapped her ass, almost fainting at the recoil. “Please?”

“Yeah.” She reached over, grabbing her phone and handing it to him.

“My dirty girl.” He chuckled. “Knew you’d be down.” He took a hit of the dispo the two had on the couch.

He doesn't hesitate as he opens the camera app on her phone and starts recording. He positions himself behind her, lining his cock up with her entrance.

“Oh fuck.” He cussed as he slid in, the camera flash capturing their synchronized gasps as he slid inside her.

“Fuck, you have to watch this video later.” His mouth hung open at the sight.

“Mm— Jungkook” She hummed, “Fuck baby”

“Come on mama.” He slapped her ass. “Make this video good yeah? Bounce on this dick for me.”

She fucked herself on his cock, making her eyes rolled back with each bounce.

He grips her hips as he starts thrusting in and out of her, picking up the pace as he fucks her hard.

“Always so fucking tight” He groaned. “But you’re so fucking wet. How does that work?”

“Mm” She whined. “Jungkook you’re too fucking big.”

“You take it don’t you?” He slapped her ass. “So fucking pretty. Especially when you’re high.”

Her ass clapped against him, the sounds of her moans and her ass driving him off the edge.

They were panting, equally putting in the work to get each other off.

“Been dying to fuck you since you texted me this morning mama.” He spoke to her. “Huge tits, fat ass, and pretty face is just what I needed.”

She could cum with his words alone. She loved how he smoke to her and how vocal he was.

“Fuck” He groaned, pulling out with a loud ‘pop’ sound.

“Jungkook!” Y/n whined in irritation.

He stopped filming, shutting off the phone and tossing it to the side.

“Sorry mama. Gotta fuck you missionary.” He apologized, smacking her ass before flipping her over on her back. “Wanna cum while I look at your face.”

“Can I take it off mama?” Jungkook pouted cutely, pecking her cheek. “Pleaseee”

“No. I still don’t trust you.” Y/n shook her head. “Over here tryna bend the rules.”

She was very strict on Jungkook wearing a condom. She heard all sorts of rumors about the women he had been with and she was not taking any chances.

“I don’t know why. You know rumors aren’t always true.” He shook his head.

“Do you want pussy or not?” She threatened.

“Fine fine” He gave in.

He wanted her to know she was the only girl he was with but, it was too soon to deal with the sappy shit when all they were doing was fucking.

He slipped back in her, stretching her out once again.

He went back to his pace, snapping his hips inside of her while she arched her back at the impact.

Jungkook couldn’t stop staring at her breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her.

His shaft throbs as he watches her come undone on his cock, tits bouncing wildly. He's almost there just from the sight.

“Mm fuck Jungkook.” She moaned out his name repeatedly.

Their energy was lower because of the weed but their sexual urges were at an all time high.

Jungkook reached over, circling over her clit with his thumb. “Feels good huh mama? You take it so good.”

He was growing closer to his edge.

The double stimulation with the weed still highly active in her system made her go insane.

“Look so fucking pretty like that baby.” He cooed. “My prettiest and favorite customer for sure.”

His thrusts become more frantic, his balls slapping against her ass with each one.

“Jungkook I’m— I need to cum” She whined desperately, barely able to let out a single sentence.

He rubbed her clit more intensely before she came all over his cock, panting at the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jungkook came shortly after, pulling out pumping himself until he came all over her stomach.

The two panted together, staying still for a moment to catch their breaths.

“F-Fuck. I’ll clean us up.” He said, still trying to get to his breath.

“Let’s just run a shower.” She replied. “P-Please”

He agreed. He cleaned up what he could before the two stood up of her couch.

“So…” She trailed off. “You admitted I was your favorite customer.”

“Goddamnit Y/n.”

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

As I stepped out of Jackie's boyfriend's car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me.

"You sure about this?" I questioned, my voice laced with uncertainty.

Jackie huffed in response, "Yeah," as she smoothed out her dress and joined me on the pavement. I couldn't shake the apprehension I felt, but Jackie seemed determined to go through with whatever plan she had in mind.

"Alright, I'm trusting you with this one," I said, giving her a stern look, to which she responded with a sarcastic eye roll.

"Plus, the whole team's gonna be here too," she added, as if that was supposed to make me feel better about the situation.

"Right, so that totally makes it ten times better—" I began, but was quickly cut off as Jackie shoved a solo cup filled with a mysterious liquid into my hands.

"Just... chill," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to play it off as the chilly night air, but I couldn't ignore the goosebumps that had formed on my skin. Damn, I really should have brought a jacket.

"Mkay," I nodded, bringing the cup up to my lips and taking a tentative sip. The strong, burning sensation caused me to erupt into a coughing fit.

"What the actual hell did they put in this shit?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide as I inspected the contents of the cup. Jackie's laughter reverberated against the sides of the cup as she chugged the liquid in her own cup, shaking her head at the potency of the alcohol.

"I really don't want to know," she replied, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the crowd of people gathered in the distance. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for whatever was to come.

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3rd person pov

The party had been raging on for what felt like an eternity, the minutes bleeding into hours as the haze of alcohol and weed clouded Rylee's mind. She had lost track of how much she had indulged in, but the pounding in her head and the heavy weight in her limbs told her it was more than enough.

As she sat slumped against the old oak tree, Rylee couldn't help but panic about the big game tomorrow - the one that would determine everything for her and her teammates.

"How the hell am I going to function correctly on the most important game ever?" she lamented, dragging her hands down her face in frustration. The sheer gravity of the situation was sinking in, and Rylee felt a rising sense of dread wash over her. "I knew I shouldn't have been here," she muttered under her breath, berating herself for giving in to the temptation of the party when she should have been resting and preparing.

Rylee's teammate Natalie approached, concern etched on her face.

"You good?" she asked, sitting down beside Rylee.

She let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Mhm,absolutely peachy," she slurred, the effects of the substances she had consumed becoming increasingly apparent.

Natalie eyed her skeptically. "Don't look like it," she observed, her brow furrowed. Rylee sighed heavily.

"Am I literally the only one worrying about tomorrow?" she lamented, her words slightly slurred. Natalie just laughed and shook her head.

"Yep," she said, popping the 'p' as she pulled a joint from her pocket, silently offering it to Rylee.

She hesitated, biting her lip as she considered the offer.

"Uhh, I don't know, I did a lot today already," she said, but the temptation was too strong. Natalie just rolled her eyes and lit the joint, taking a small hit before passing it to Rylee.

"Fuck it," She muttered, taking a deep drag and feeling the familiar burn in her throat. As she coughed, she and Natalie fell into a comfortable silence, trading the joint back and forth as they discussed their shitty home lives and the trauma that had bonded them.

The peaceful moment was shattered by the sudden sound of shouting, and Rylee's heart sank as she recognized the voice - it was Jackie, engaged in a heated argument with her boyfriend. Natalie sighed and rolled her eyes, getting up from her spot and heading towards the commotion.

Rylee knew her teammate well enough to know that Natalie wasn't going to try and calm the situation down - she was either going to watch the drama unfold or, worse, add fuel to the fire.

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Rylee's pov

I pushed my heavy, exhausted body up from the base of the old oak tree, the rough bark scratching against my palms as I steadied myself. My legs felt wobbly and unsteady after sitting hunched over for so long, but the commotion in the distance quickly snapped me to attention.

I could hear the faint sound of yelling, and as I stumbled my way towards the ruckus, I caught a glimpse of Jackie gesturing wildly, her face twisted in a furious scowl. We'd been friends since kindergarten, and I'd never seen her this visibly enraged before. She was in the middle of an intense argument with her boyfriend, the two of them exchanging heated words back and forth as a growing crowd began to gather around them.

Without hesitation, I pushed my way through the onlookers, my heart racing as I watched Jackie suddenly shove her boyfriend with both hands. He staggered backwards in surprise, and she took the opportunity to turn and flee, disappearing into the throng of people. I knew I had to go after her, to make sure she was okay.

Normally I avoided confrontation and big crowds, preferring to stay on the sidelines, but seeing my dear friend so visibly upset and distraught spurred me into action. As I hurried past Jackie's boyfriend, I couldn't help but stop in front of him, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

"Fuck you!" I spat, my voice dripping with venom and anger on Jackie's behalf. I quickly scanned the area, my eyes landing on a nearby solo cup filled with what looked like some kind of beverage. Without a second thought, I snatched it from the unsuspecting partygoer's hand, ignoring their indignant protests, and proceeded to unceremoniously dump the entire contents all over Jackie's boyfriend.

I probably looked like a raving lunatic, but in that moment I didn't care. If he had done something so terrible to provoke that kind of reaction from Jackie, he deserved whatever comeuppance I could dish out.

As I watched the liquid soak through his shirt, I silently prayed that my impulsive actions would be worth it in the end - and if not, well, I could always try to pass it off as the result of being drunk and high as hell. Either way, my bestfriend needed me, and I wasn't about to let her down.

I quickly ran after Jackie, stumbling over the random debris that had been strewn across the ground by the careless partygoers. I really was starting to regret wearing these impractical heels - they looked great, but they were absolute murder on my feet.

"Jackie!" I called out, spotting her crouched down by a tree, gripping the bark for support as she bawled uncontrollably.

I approached her cautiously, crouching down beside her and placing a gentle hand on her back.

"What the hell happened back there?" I asked softly, my heart aching to see my friend in such distress.

Her usually perfectly coiffed hair was now a frizzy mess, and her meticulously applied makeup was smeared across her face from the tears streaming down her cheeks. To my surprise, she suddenly looked up at me and let out a hollow, humorless laugh.

"Uhh, what the fuck?" I chuckled nervously, unsure of how to respond.

My knees were starting to ache from the awkward crouching position, so I decided to just sit down on the ground, crossing my legs in front of me. Jackie mirrored my movement, settling onto the ground beside me.

"He cheated!" she suddenly wailed, fresh tears spilling down her face. I felt a pang of sympathy. Jackie had been head-over-heels for her boyfriend, and the thought of him betraying her trust must be absolutely devastating.

"Oh my god," I whispered, immediately enveloping her in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry," I murmured into her hair, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she sobbed into my shoulder. I hated seeing my bestfriend in so much pain, but I was determined to be there for her, no matter how long it took for her to pick up the pieces.

The tension between Jackie and I was palpable as we sat there in the cool night air, the sounds of the distant party fading into the background. Her words had hit me like a punch to the gut - I couldn't believe what she was telling me.

Shauna, her own close friend, had betrayed her by hooking up with her boyfriend. The mere thought of it made my stomach turn. Yet as I watched Jackie, there was an unsettling calmness about her, almost as if she was processing the news in an eerily detached way.

When she turned to me with that slurred, mischievous gaze and grabbed my face, I felt my heart start to race.

"Yknow what, fuck him!" she spat, her grip tightening. I instinctively tried to pull away, shooting her a confused and slightly alarmed look. But she wasn't done.

"Want to know the craziest part Rylee?" she whispered, her face now mere inches from mine.

I hesitated, suddenly unsure of where exactly this was heading. "Uhh...sure," I replied cautiously.

As Jackie revealed the sleazy details of her boyfriend's infidelity, I was struck by the juxtaposition of her words and her demeanor. She was laughing - laughing! - about the whole thing. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, the shock, or some twisted coping mechanism. Probably a combination of all three.

"Jesus," I muttered, running my hands through my hair in disbelief. The situation was just so...fucked up.

And then things took an even more unexpected turn. Jackie reached out and lightly touched my hair, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"You wouldn't do that though, right?" The way she gazed at me, her eyes boring into mine, sent a shiver down my spine. I felt frozen in place, acutely aware of her hand on my cheek as she moved closer.

"That's what I love about you, Rylee," she murmured.

The air crackled with unspoken desire as we sat there in charged silence, neither of us daring to break the moment. And then, without warning, Jackie's lips were on mine. I kissed her back, my hands tangling in her hair as the kiss deepened. But then reality came crashing back, and I abruptly pulled away, my eyes wide with a mix of shock and...something else.

Jackie just laughed, seemingly unfazed by my reaction. She casually wiped the smudged lipstick from my lips, her touch sending tingles through me. "Do you still regret coming to this party?" she mused, a coy smile playing on her lips.

What the hell just happened? My mind was reeling, struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions and events.

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Fandom: Commissioner’s OCs

Word Count: 2026

Genre: Caretaking, Contagion

CW/TW: E for Everyone

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“hhhh’KKSHNX!”

Jackie groaned, lifting the soaked collar of his hoodie to his nose again. As soft as the fabric was, his nostrils had become chapped from the constant scrubbing and sneezing.

Though Jackie was glad to find that stray mother cat and bring them to the clinic, he wished he had at least grabbed a jacket before running out into the pouring rain. Instead, he came to the clinic in a dripping robe and a pair of house shoes with a hole in one sole, trying to keep the mewing kittens from climbing out of his arms. He tried to go in with them, but Ira had insisted he go back home. He had crashed on the couch, neglecting to change out of his wet clothes. Next thing he knew, he woke up to a pounding head and a nose that ran like a faucet.

It didn’t take long for Jackie to realize he was woefully unprepared for a cold. He only had a single can of expired gumbo and a half empty can of soda in the kitchen, he had taken the last Ibuprofen he had last week, and there wasn’t a single tissue in the entire house - not even a paper towel or a square of toilet paper to soothe his burning nostrils.

He was sipping the lukewarm, flat soda and wondering if he should risk opening the gumbo when his phone rang. He cringed, the shrill tone making his temples ache. Jackie fumbled in his hoodie’s pocket before pulling out his phone and putting it on speaker.

“Snf…hello?”

“Jackie? Is that you?”

Jackie couldn’t help but smile at the sound of a familiar voice. “Hey, Mortimer. Whad’s going on?”

“You sound like hell frozen over,” Mortimer said, matter-of-fact as always.

Jackie rubbed his arm, which had been covered in goosebumps since the night before. “Well, you god the frozen part righd.”

“Let me guess. You got a call?”

“Snf…yeah.”

“Raining?”

“Mhm.”

“Didn’t think to change?”

“I had to hurry. They were only going to stay in one place for so long…”

Mortimer sighed.

“One of these days you’re going to catch your death because of some flea-bitten animal.”

“Don’t-”

Jackie cut himself off with a shuddering cough, phlegm crackling in his chest. His friend at the other end waited patiently for him to finish.

“You really are sick,” Mortimer said. His voice had softened.

“Id’s just a cold, Morty - snf! Probably one of those twenty-four hour things. I’ll be fine by to…tonigh-!”

Jackie pinched his nostrils, letting out a strangled stifle. He hoped he had the phone far enough away from him that Mortimer didn’t hear.

“hhh’SHHNX!”

Mortimer tsked. “I sincerely doubt that. It’s already almost four.”

Jackie looked blearily at his phone screen. Sure enough, 3:46 flashed back at him. He hadn’t realized it had gotten so late. How long had he been asleep?

“Toborrow borning, then. I just need some sleeb, and I’ll be all good.”

He tried to sniff back some of his congestion, but his nose was completely stopped up. His sinuses squeaked to no avail.

“Have you taken anything?” Mortimer asked.

Jackie glanced at the medicine cabinet on the wall, which only had a small package of bandaids and a used veterinary syringe.

“Uh…n-no, but I heard you shouldn’d take a bunch of bedicine when you’re sick. The germs’ll get used to it or sobething.”

He heard Mortimer sigh again, and he could almost see his friend rubbing his temple under his reading glasses.

“Jackie, as much as I like to visit the graveyard, I’d rather you not become a permanent resident. Do try to take care of yourself, won’t you?”

Before Jackie could think of a retort, another coughing fit interrupted him, one that was much worse than before. Without being able to breathe through his nose, he was forced to wheeze in as much air as he possibly could before the fit overtook him again. His lungs rattled as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Oh, Jackie…”

Jackie heard a book slamming closed on the other end.

“I should have known you were too ill to properly take care of yourself,” Mortimer said. “I’m coming over there. You still keep your door foolishly unlocked, correct?”

“Huh? No, I’b…I’b okay…”

“You obviously aren’t.”

“You’re going to catch by cold.”

“I’ll be fine. I haven’t been ill in a millenia.”

Jackie knew there was nothing he could say to change Mortimer’s mind. Once he had his mind set on something, there was nothing you could do to deter him.

“Well, if you’re cobing over…could you please grab some tissues? I’b all ou…ah…!”

Jackie buried his face in the neck of his hoodie.

“hhhh’KSSSSHNX!”

“I figured as much. I’ll get you some medicine as well, while I’m at it. You sound like you need it.”

Jackie sniffled. “Thangks.”

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It seemed like an eternity before Jackie finally heard a terse knock on his door. He couldn’t even turn his head to look.

“Morty?”

The door opened, and a pair of heavy boots squeaked in. An umbrella rustled.

“I can see why you’re ill,” Mortimer’s voice said from the doorway. “If I was out in this dreadful weather, I would have caught something nasty as well.”

There was a pause as he took his jacket off, water dripping onto the floor.

“However, I am not so thoughtless. Really, Jackie, what were you thinking?”

“I-” Jackie croaked, hardly beginning his defense before his rough cough overtook him again.

Mortimer put down the plastic bag he was holding on the small coffee table. Jackie was finally able to see him in his blurred field of vision. He could see Mortimer’s furrowed brow, concentrating as he sifted through the bag. His drenched hair and damp shoulders. The storm must have gotten worse if Mortimer got this soaked, even with an umbrella.

“You’re wet,” Jackie mumbled. It was all he had the energy to say.

Mortimer turned a white pill bottle in his hand, examining the label. “Well, it is raining.”

He opened the bottle, counting out a few pills before reaching into the bag again.

“This says you’ll need to take two every five to six hours for the best results. I would give you three, but it says excessive use can lead to liver damage. You’re already ill enough.”

Mortimer took out a blue Gatorade and snapped off the cap.

“Open your mouth.”

Too tired to argue, Jackie did as he was told. Mortimer tipped Jackie’s head forward, laying a pill gently on his tongue before lifting the Gatorade to his lips. The bottle was still cold from the convenience store’s fridge, and gave much needed relief to his raw, dry throat. While he drank, Mortimer’s frigid hand felt his forehead.

“You’re burning up,” Mortimer tsked. “Not that I’m surprised. I may have to get something stronger if this fever goes up much higher.”

Mortimer helped Jackie take the other pill, then took the plastic bag with him to the kitchen.

“You may not feel like eating now, but you must have something before your next dose. I didn’t know what you liked, so I brought a favorite cliche - chicken noodle.”

As Mortimer put away the food, Jackie felt his now heavy eyelids droop. Though he didn’t feel much better, something about Mortimer shuffling around put him at ease. It was nice to have someone fill the space, even in such a small apartment.

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Jackie drifted in and out of consciousness, only remembering the muted taste of Gatorade and soup on a plastic spoon. Mortimer’s voice guided him to and from sleep, either gently waking him or soothing him into another doze.

He didn’t know how long he slept, but when he could finally open his eyes, a dull light streamed through his crooked blinds. Jackie propped himself up on his elbow, yawning and rubbing his crusted eyes. He was no longer congested, but his sinuses had become almost painfully dry as he slept. He rubbed at his buzzing nostrils, squeezing them between his two fingers. However, this only aggravated the itchy feeling.

“Good afternoon.”

Mortimer came out of the kitchen with a small take-out container in his hand. His normally neat hair was now frizzy, and his clothes had become rumpled overnight. It was a very rare phase of his, but a welcome one nonetheless.

“Did you sleep well?” Mortimer asked.

Jackie nodded, still scrubbing at his nose. “How long was I out?”

“Long enough. I called the shelter to explain your absence, and to say you will most likely not be going tomorrow, either.”

Jackie’s face flushed. He didn’t mind being taken care of, but he almost felt like a child kept from going to school by a protective mother.

“Snf…what did Ira say?”

“She said she understood, and they’d do perfectly well without you.”

Jackie doubted that, as it was just after the holidays – the window of time when parents realized the dogs and cats they had gotten as presents were more trouble than they were worth – but he decided not to press it. Besides, something else was preoccupying him: the growing, tingling tickle that had suddenly flared in his sinuses.

“Morty, did you b-bring the tihssues-?”

Mortimer, sensing Jackie’s urgency, quickly looked around the apartment.

“I brought them in with the soup…where…?”

He patted his pockets, but came up with nothing. Jackie’s nostrils began to quiver.

“H-Hurry-!”

“I am! Just - hold on!”

Mortimer looked under pillows, between the legs of the coffee table, behind the sofa. Meanwhile, Jackie was trying to keep his urge to sneeze at bay. He knew that his hoodie sleeve wouldn’t be enough for this one. He pinched his nostrils closed, hopelessly hitching into his clamped fingers.

Finally, after rummaging in the pockets of his hanging coat, Mortimer was able to find the packet of tissues. He ripped off the tab and held one out to Jackie just as his nose was about to get the better of him. Jackie grabbed it and buried his face into it.

“HHHPPPT’KSHHNX! h’CHNX! CHNX! CHNX!”

Jackie jerked from stifle after stifle, barely able to take a breath between sneezes. By the time he had finished, stars were dancing across his vision as he panted for air. Mortimer handed him another tissue, and Jackie blew his nose.

“You really mustn't do that,” he scolded. “You’re going to burst a blood vessel – or at least give yourself an awful headache.”

Jackie rubbed his forehead. “It’s fide. I don’t need to be spreading my germs everywhere.”

“Better out than in. Besides, if I am going to catch your cold, it’s already much too late.”

“But they’re kinda…loud.”

“I’m a horror novelist, not one of your animals. I don’t startle easily.”

“I know, but I…duh-!”

Jackie’s nostrils flared with new vigor. Mortimer prepared another tissue.

“I really don’t mind, Jackie.”

Jackie sniffled, taking the tissue. As much as he wanted to hold back, he didn’t think he had enough energy to.

“Thah…hah-!”

He squeezed his eyes shut.

“HAH-!”

After a short but agonizing pause, Jackie pitched forward into his tissue.

“HHHYESH’SHIIIIIEW! HHSH’SHIIEW!”

Jackie leaned back on the couch, the size of his two sneezes taking what energy he had left out of him. Mortimer chuckled, handing him another tissue.

“Gesundheit. That’s certainly better.”

“Thangk - HYESH’SHIEW! - you. Snf!”

Jackie blew his nose, finally clearing out everything that had built up over the last couple days. Though he was relieved, the whole ordeal left him exhausted.

“I think I may have to go back to the store for more tissues,” Mortimer said, sitting on the couch.

Jackie sniffled. “Yeah. I only have, like, three lef-”

“hp’chiew!”

Mortimer suddenly buried his nose into the crook of his arm. Laughing, Jackie took out a tissue from the packet and handed it to him.

“Yep, we’re definitely gonna need more.”

Mortimer groaned, wiping off both his nose and his sleeve. “If these past couple days are any indication, I’m in for quite an ordeal.”

“I did warn you.”

“A lot of good that did me.”

Jackie settled back down into the blankets, sighing. It looked like Mortimer’s visit would be a bit longer than he expected.

Not that he minded.

[jacksoneblackburn]

OOC (with pjo and hoo spoilers):

As you might know, Jacks is my Percy Jackson series oc. They are also almost completely loosely based off of me. So I wanna just post the process of choosing the godly parent (oh boy that was a struggle) of them [including the gender changes bc I'm genderfluid irl] :)

1. Son of Cupid

I didn't want them to be completely on the nose of being the child of a love goddess (specifically Aphrodite), so I did research on different greek gods and I ended up choosing Cupid. This version was called Jackson, and he had a crossbow with bolts that were similar to Frank Zhang's arrows during the mansion part of The Son of Neptune. With influences Jacks's weapon today.

2. Son of Aphrodite

Again, almost the same thing as Cupid, but I got tired of explaining to my irl friends the difference between Cupid and Aphrodite so I just said "Fine! He's the son of Aphrodite, happy?!"

3. Child of Hades

I went back into my Nico phase and wanted my character to be related to Nico, so I changed it to Hades. This version's name was Jax (politely given to me by my friend) and they had a Scythe as a weapon (inspired by Backbiter) that changed into a bracelet where if you snapped off a bead of the bracelet, it would fall to your hand where the handle then wrapped around it.

4. Daughter/Son of Demeter

I was really into farming and agriculture at the time. Female version's name being Jackie. Nothing notable other than I grew primarily mushrooms.

5. Son of Dionysus

I was watching the show and a lot of mead/wine making stuff at the time. Remake of the Son of Demeter where I would grow strawberries for low alcoholic mead that I would sell to other campers for parties. Weapon was a bow and arrow that did the same thing as the cupid crossbow in Ver. 1.

6. Son of Erebus (primordial god of darkness and shadows)

Heavily considered Nyx, but I thought having a character that could control shadows was sick asf. Was temporarily a girl in a version where she became a Hunter but broke her vow, causing her to hide in her father's pocket dimension in the underworld for five year, coming out insane. Combination of the weapons for Cupid and Hades. Also had a crow with 23 razor sharp, detachable feathers, that could shrink and grow (to the size of a dragon) and transformed into a ring with 23 feathers encircling the ring in a design on it. Her name's Kori (based off of Koronis, story variates through each time, but the basic is that she ran away, Athena (or some other god) saved/punished her by transforming her into the first ever crow. Which, based on a different myth, Apollo burned her for something and caused her, and all other crows/ravens, to be black). Kori is still present in the current and final version of Jacks.

7. (very shortly) Child of Poseidon

Nothing notable except I was able to finally decide how Jacks would look.

8. (finally) Child of Apollo

The final version of Jacks. Arguably one of the best versions of them. Has a version of the sickle where it's more one handed and less clunky, rather than dual-wielded, the Cupid Crossbow (now called Orgí tou Íliou or Wrath of The Sun), and of course, Kori (I love Kori sm 💜💜💜).

Thanks for reading this, if you did!

@bright-side-of-the-moon read this if you want a yappathon of a lore fest lol

[phillytheclown]

No one cares so I'm doing this, INFO DUMP ABT OCS

Soooo, MIMES FIRST >:3

Straw, the embodiment of Cadimum Orange, she's (so far) the tallest mime (8'0) and is, of course, ageless. She keeps a positive attitude about most things, even when fighting (physically and arguments) they use they/them/She. Their main weapons when in physical fights is her fangs and a classic butterfly knife. They enjoy biting anything that can be bit, except for animals, (her favorite being Alligators and Cats)

Their host (Jacky) is human, and stands at about 6'1, she was 25 before her death, Straw is unknown of their hosts death, but doesn't really care either way. Straws alibis/closest friends are; Peah, and Auto. They enjoys anything sweet and often gets a bit too excited when offered candy or pastries (her voice can and often does, project as if they were in a theater)

Next is Auto, the embodiment of True Rouge. He stands at 7'11 and is a generally traditional Vampire. They are of course, ageless. They go by He/They, but also don't give a shit being called anything different. Often layed back, it takes a shit tone to get them to care about most things. He's not one to fight, but if they need too, his go-to weapons are his fangs, or his inevitable charm.

Although not one for fights or any sort of physical interaction, he finds his bloodlust to be high at times, he doesn't usually prefer a source of blood, (Straw usually tries to stop him from drinking from animals) but other than that, he takes any blood he can get. They're the flirty type, especially in host, and often flirts to get something he wants, or to fuck with someone.

His host (Alejandro) is naturally 5'7, but often wears platforms to make him taller. His death is known to Auto, due to the fact he killed him themself. Originally it was only for blood, but they then realized they liked the attractive look of this host. He spends more time in host then in mime or puppet form, he enjoys acting like a spoiled rich person eating cheese and wine. His closest friends are Ajax and Straw.

Next, is Peah!! The embodiment of Canary Yellow. She's one of the shortest mimes (so far) at about 6'11. And again, Ageless. She's uses She/Her, but isn't too worried about lables like that. She's a very emotional poet, her writing ability striking even the least emotional (such as Auto) she doesn't have much power or fighting ability, and often tries to sit out physical (and emotional) fights as much as possible, but when needed, she uses birds (it sounds dumb, and even I don't know why that is, I don't even remember writing it down.)

She doesn't have a host, and doesn't plan on finding one anytime soon, she enjoys her mime form. Her puppet form seems to stress her out most times, (her puppet being based on a swan, she can't write with wings or her claws.) Her closest friends are Marina and Straw (although Straws loud demeanor seems to be overwhelming, she enjoys her company.)

And then (drum roll) Marina!! The embodiment of Aquamarine! She stands at about 7'9, ageless of course, and uses He/She/They. They're definitely a fighter, taking opportunities to rile anyone up when he can, she uses her fists mostly, or a regular pocket knife (gifted to her by Ajax) she stands strong and confident, but doesn't struggle showing her emotions. They can be obnoxious at times, but can keep themselves content when needed. (Often around Peah, not liking to stress her out or make her cry.)

He has no host currently, and is very picky about what body he takes over. Their puppet form (not fully designed yet...) seems to resemble a fish like creature such as a mermaid. His closets friends are Ajax, Straw, and Peah.

And now, Thwack!! The embodiment of Coral! Ageless, uses She/Her, stands at 7'5, and is a very proud clown! She enjoys making others laugh and have a silly time. She's pretty emotional, but when she's feeling anything like sad or mad, she makes jokes out of it and does everything she can to make herself feel better! She fights when needed, and always makes it fun, using a comically large hammer with her name on it to smash down anyone she needs!

She currently doesn't have a host, but is looking for a perfect clown to represent her mime form. Her puppet form resembles a giant jester, which is absolutely terrifying to see up close. Her closest friends are Straw and Marina!

(There are about 2 more mimes, but they aren't designed or thought about enough to be in here unfortunately :3)

Next, is the Living!! Although very few right now, they're still here!!

Ajax, a simple man living his life to the fullest as a southern (cowboy dressin) kinda boy, he goes by He/Him/They, but usually doesn't care if anyone gets anything wrong. He's about 23, finding himself attracted to both Women and Men, but with a heavy Male preference. He enjoys gardening a lot, and finds growing his own food helpful (more than driving all the way to town to buy some simple groceries, when they can just grow them himself!) He doesn't enjoy fighting, and usually makes his life partner (Mav) fight for him, but when they need to fight, he usually just uses his fists and a bat.

He's a pretty expressive person, but doesn't like letting their more serious emotions show unless alone or with Mav. He makes friends very easy, and doesn't have issues with peoples more obvious flaws, his rose colored glasses only coming off when forced off. They live out on a small farm with Mav, he ran away from home at about 19 and told Mav, although at the time they didn't know eachother very well, simply school friends, Mav felt the need to help and tag along with Ajax. During the years living together, they both developed some romantic feelings, Ajax being the first to say something (not good at hiding crushes whatsoever.)

Following his boyfriend, is Mav, a 21 year old human, using He/Him but often enjoying more feminine things. He's openly pansexual, not minding labels or gender, but cuteness and personality, which he found in Ajax. Mav is more calm and quiet, but cocky at times. He doesn't let his emotions show when he has them, but always tries to support the people around him. He enjoys relaxing and sometimes baking, and tends to keep things clean and tidy. He spends time with his life partner and dog (which he of course, named Princess..) he likes the simple life he chose, finding himself sitting on the front porch in the morning looking at the sunrise, admiring how beautiful life can be.

Last, and unfortunately the one least developed, is Rosemarie (or Rosie for short), a 115 year old vampire girl, using She/Her mostly, but she also likes any pronouns you choose to call her. She keeps a soft vampire Gothic style, red and black clothing consuming her wardrobe, she usually uses very little makeup though. She's a very young vampire, but has experienced much life. She keeps quiet mostly but is a very happy person in general. She's scared to trust, due to all the people she's loved that have unfortunately died and left her alone.

THIS IS LONG JESUS, I JUST LOOOVE RANTING, I don't expect anyone to read any of this, this is mainly for me :3 <33 I have accidentally ignored too many people writing this though

[tizzypizza]

do you have any splatoon ocs?

sure do, with more on the way! i can’t stop making these babies LMAO heres a rundown (btw tilly and nana are both failed squidsonas, they became their own ocs fhskdh):

jackie•octoling•she/they•: born and raised in the tentatek region of splatsville with an intense appreciation for inkopolis and takarokan fashion. jackie’s got an insanely low social battery and they’re notably very shy, making faster friends with shopkeeps than they do with other inkfish. she rarely if ever competes in any turf games if she can help it, mostly wielding easier weapons like the vanilla splattershot jr.

nana•inkling•custom splattershot jr.•they/them: born in inkopolis and moved to splatsville at a young age, nana is a young up-and-coming musician with a passion for all things fusion. they’re notoriously very loud and impulsive, and will stay up until 3 am slamming on their drumset or plunking out tunes— much to the discomfort of their roommate. they’re a massive toni kensa fan and can’t bear being seen in anything but kensa gear, which has already run their thin musician pockets into the ground. they’ve tried for a kensa sponsorship so frequently despite their abysmal lack of competitive skill that they’ve already been blacklisted from several store locations, but they’re nothing if not stubborn. they spend many hours in the work week salmon running, hoping to earn enough to line their closet with even more kensa gear.

raccoon•inkling•variety chargers•they/them: raccoon is a splatsville native but has never followed too intensely into the rambunctious and colorful nature of their hometown, having lived the majority of their life selectively mute. out of all of the other cephalopods in my roster they’re by far the most competitively adept LMAO they’re a variety charger onetrick who sometimes flexes into blasters, and they’re a complete and utter deadshot. they land their shots so frequently that they tend to wear headgear that obscures their vision just to handicap themselves, which in turn helps them train. for their terrifying charger prowess they’ve got an equally terrifying visage— bright, unblinking yellow eyes with contracted pupils and a perpetual grin— but they’re actually a massive sweetheart with a cheeky sense of humor.

snow•octoling•vanilla splash-o-matic•she/her: snow is one of many octarian army defects spurred by the calamari inkantation. she was a relatively high ranking tactician/battle strategist, and she carries that same skillset into her competitive play. she’s very proper and curt, oftentimes rude in how she addresses her fellow teammates to the point that they joke that she never “mentally” defected. there is, however, a way into her heart: cute stuffed animals and squid sisters merchandise.

tilly•octoling•sloshing machine•she/her: tilly was born in the takarokan splatlands to all but neglectful parents. being left to fend for herself at a young age led her straight to a grizzco branch located out in the badlands, and she’s been doing nothing but salmon run since. she takes her job very seriously and is quick to scrutinize any less capable teammates (though not out loud). she spends most of her days stalking around grumbling to herself, shooting withering glares at any passerby unfortunate enough to have locked eyes with her.

heres the th https://toyhou.se/~characters/manage/folder:4394713 u can also see my ocs through the tizzylings tag sorry if my english got jumbled these waves are killing me

[thepocket221]

i have a charlie fic with my listener(jackie🫶) sitting in my notes,, hmmm,, need to finish it eventually

i miss them but i have too many thoughts to actually draw or write something in one go😭

have a baby charlie doodle from last year in the meantime

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 15

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1391

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Think of You Life As We Know It

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Ghost

You're going to get someone killed.

Maverick's words echoed in her head, and while she could take criticism from almost anyone without flinching, hearing such a thing come from her idol hurt more than she cared to admit. The last thing Ghost wanted to do was hang out at the Hard Deck, where she knew Maverick would inevitably be after the tournament to finish the day off on a good note with the Daggers. Embarrassment hardly covered her emotions, and she dreaded showing her face to him. Any chance of her getting in his good graces was probably shot now...

Still, she'd promised Juliette and Jackie she'd be there tonight, and God knows what her sister would do to her if she didn't show. Reluctantly, Ghost showered, dried her hair, curled it, and did her makeup before throwing on black shorts, a white tee, and her ever-trusty bomber jacket. As she picked up her phone to check the time, a notification popped up: Ghoul's Birthday.

A knot lodged itself in Ghost's throat. How could she have forgotten that it was today? It'd only been a few years, and she'd never missed it before, so why had this year been any different? Shaking her head, Ghost thought: Forgive me, Ghoul. I've had a lot going on, but it's no excuse. I have to head to the bar to see the Daggers, but I'll make sure I do your favorite shot in honor of you and our tradition.

Gathering herself, Ghost shoved her phone into her jacket pocket and strolled to the Hard Deck, enjoying the ocean breeze caressing her skin. It temporarily alleviated her melancholy but returned when she stepped into the Hard Deck and saw Hangman and Coyote playing darts. Once upon a time, she would've joined them without reservation or hesitation. If only those times still existed. Swallowing her unease, Ghost headed to the bar.

"Hey, Penny," she greeted, plastering on a smile. "How are you?"

"Hey, Ghost," Penny replied cheerfully. "Heard you put on quite the show today."

The aviator let out a dry chuckle. "I think that depends on who you ask."

"The spectators thought you did a great job, but they're not the ones you wanted to impress today, were they?"

Ghost shook her head. "I wasn't trying to impress anyone, but I certainly left a sour taste in someone's mouth. That, in turn, has left a bitter one in mine that I need to wash down. May I order an Irish shot, please?"

"Hitting it hard right off the bat, huh?" Penny queried, grabbing the required glassware. "How badly do you think you screwed up?"

"Enough that it's gotten to me, and that's saying something, but I'm not going to drag you down with that. Besides, this drink isn't to drown my sorrows. This-" Ghost motioned at the shot Penny currently prepared- "is an homage to my late WSO: Ghoul. Today is her birthday. We always did this shot for her birthday, and if we were deployed and unable to do it on the day, it was the first thing we did when we stepped foot onto solid ground. She-"

"Is that an Irish shot?" Coyote asked excitedly, coming to stand beside Ghost. He draped an arm around her shoulders. "Were you planning on doing this without us?"

"Us?"

Hangman appeared on the other side of Coyote and confirmed, albeit uncharacteristically demure, "Us."

"We were going to celebrate Ghoul's birthday but wanted to wait until you arrived to participate. Almost like old times. Penny-" Coyote turned to the bartender- "make that three Irish shots, please, and thank you."

"You got it," she said, pouring the Bailey's and Jameson's whiskey into shot glasses and then filling pints of Guinness. She placed the glasses in front of the aviators and asked, "How about a picture before you knock these back?"

"Good thinking," Coyote agreed, handing Penny his phone. He gently but forcefully moved Ghost to his other side so she resided between him and Hangman. "Ladies in the middle."

Ghost didn't argue. She would push aside her feelings for Hangman to celebrate Ghoul's birthday. It was only a drink, after all. Coyote lifted his shot glass, and Ghost and Hangman did the same. They smiled at the camera for a quick photo before Penny returned the phone to its owner. Once tucked safely in his pocket, Coyote toasted, "To Ghoul!"

Hangman and Ghost echoed the sentiment, raising their shot glasses and clinking them against each other before dropping them into the pints and chugging them in one go. Ghost finished hers first, more so out of desperation than anything, for she hated the taste of beer, and the quicker she finished it, the sooner she could get another drink to wash away the taste of Guinness.

Ghost grimaced and ordered a Bailey's and Whiskey to wash away the taste. Coyote grinned and said, "You know Ghoul is laughing right now."

"The things I put myself through for her," Ghost replied, taking a big swig of her new drink the moment it landed in front of her. It briefly washed away the sambuca. "How much for the drinks, Penny?"

"Don't worry about it," she said, taking away the empty glasses and subtly nodding toward Hangman, who was glancing down at his phone. "Someone already took care of them."

Ghost took the hint, recognizing Hangman didn't want her to know what he'd done. "Oh, well, whoever they are, tell them thank you. I really appreciate it."

"What do you say we play some darts?" Coyote suggested, taking a sip of the beer he'd newly ordered. "One for old time's sake before the others get here."

Do it for Ghoul. She would want us to spend time together on her birthday. "Uh, sure, if you two don't mind me joining your bro party."

"You? Never. Right, Jake?" Coyote peered expectantly at his friend.

"Of course not," Hangman responded casually. He playfully smirked, "Remember, the board is the target."

Ghost frowned. "I missed the board one time!"

"And flooded a restaurant because of that."

"They shouldn't have put a water pipe below it! It was bound to happen sooner or later!"

Hangman chuckled. "I know, I know, I'm just giving you grief. Besides, that can't happen here. Penny was smarter than those other bar owners and made the decision to put the dartboard away from any water pipes. Come on."

The trio moved over to the game, and the boys allowed Ghost to go first. They only played for fun, not keeping score, namely because Hangman would've kicked both their asses at it. Darts had never been Ghost's game, and she missed the center by a long shot most of the time, but she at least hit the board. Hangman, naturally, hit bullseye after bullseye. Coyote even covered his friend's eyes as he took the shot, but Hangman still nailed it.

"Man, how do you do that?" Coyote demanded, staring in disdain at the three darts on the bullseye.

"I had to make up for the ass-whooping I got earlier today," he said. Turning to Ghost, he added, "Your callsign should've been Demon."

"Yeah, you're not the only one who probably thinks that. Some didn't take too kindly to the stunt and let me know."

"I was mad it worked, but I'm not-"

"It's not you that I'm talking about."

Hangman frowned. "Then fuck whoever got onto you about it. It might've been considered a dirty move, but it worked, and you wouldn't pull a stunt if you thought it would put them in danger."

Touched by his words, Ghost offered him a genuine, grateful smile. "I wish they saw it that way."

"Want us to take care of him?" Coyote queried, cracking his knuckles menacingly. Hangman mimicked the actions.

Ghost laughed and shook her head. "No, no, but I appreciate you having my back."

"Forever," Hangman said.

The response- a habit formed so many years ago that had yet to break despite everything- slipped off her tongue. "And always."

For the briefest of moments, the tension between the former friends dissipated. For a fleeting second, a peace settled over Hangman and Ghost, and had no one else joined them, perhaps it would've continued like that. However, the Daggers arrived, hollering their greetings from across the bar, and the moment disappeared.

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[rainbowxocs]

I wrote this when I was like.. eight or nine.. I believe.. This was my first oc and my first proper story I ever wrote.

Once there was a little girl name jackie she was around 6 or 7 her mom left her Dad and her at this age she knew what was going on. she went into Depression when she was 16

One day her dad called her down staris "Ya dad?" Jackie asked as she sat down at the table her father was at "We are going to have a party of saturday" "A party?" Jackie said confused "Yes i thought you could meet some people and become friends" Jackie then stood up " I dont need friends.. i have mom!" Jackie allways thought that her mom was with her allways her dad allways thought she was insane "Jackie! your mom left us you need to stop thinking she is here!" Jackie stomped out of the room she slammed her bed room door and started crying "Why me… WHY ME"

The Next day

Jackie stepped out of her room dressed in a black dress grey scarf and purple shoes she was going to try to have fun atleast

Loud music was playing people were dancing and she sweared that somebody let a dog in

She moved threw the crowd of people getting to her dad "Dad you did not say the whole school was coming!" she said trying to be loud "Relax and just go with it" her dad said drinking a soda Jackie sat on the couch trying to think on why her dad was doing this. A person with black hair and a white hoodie sat next to her. "Great party huh? " The dude said "I guess it is.." Jackie said looking off into space Jackie sighed "My name is john" the dude said "whats yours?" "Jackie" "Nice name" He said "Do you go to school here?" "Yes i do " she said looking at her father "Do you know who threw this party" "Yes my father did" "Your father did this!?" he said shocked "Yup for me kinda.." "Oh is today like your birthday or something" "No.. he wants me to make friends thats all" "I could be your friend" "Ok" she said smiling

1 mounth later

Jackie walked thrue the school looking around for john John and jackie had been dating for around 9 weeks now and she wanted to ask him something Jackie allmost dropped her books as she saw john kissing another girl. Jakice ran away crying didn't care about school she slammed the door of her room Her dad was at work so he would not know she had skipped school She put on the same dress she had worn to the party that they first met and grabbed her pocket knife She did not care anymore.. she went to her ex-lovers house and then whispered in his ear Shh… you will have sweet dreams She then stabbed him in the heart Nobody has seen jackie ever since but legend says she still haunts the people who had made her mad.. for eternity.

[fereldanwench]

Gush About Your CP77 OC

I was tagged by @shynrel-vp, @chilljustacat, @thenocturnalblossom, and @lizzy--wizzy--Thank you, bbs! 💙

RULES:

Post 5 facts about your OC.

Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.  

Tag 5 people to spread the game.

Valerie met Jackie in her mid-20s: she was living in Mega 5 in Vista Del Rey with 3 other girls (one of whom Jackie was dating at the time) and working in a hostess club. The club was a hotbed for gang activity, and Jackie saw an opportunity for them to run various hustles and schemes to pocket a few extra eddies, which Valerie agreed to. After a couple of years, and much to Jackie's dismay, she ended their fun and sought employment with Arasaka.

Valerie dyed her hair blue after she felt like her life was falling apart in her early 20s (like you do), and the color itself was chosen arbitrarily. She just thought it was pretty, and it stuck. (Also I headcanon she doesn't dye it anymore and instead uses some kind of nanobiotech to "naturally" alter the pigmentation of the folicle as it grows. No, I don't care if that conflicts with anything in canon or real-life science, lmao.)

She's fluent in Japanese, largely thanks to her mother, Ava Powell, insisting she learn when she was young. Ava was a savvy corpo herself, and she rightly suspected Arasaka would see a comeback in Night City--She thought this would give her daughter an edge in the corporate world.

Valerie's father, Sebastian Powell, was a senior bioengineer in one of Biotechnica's cloning facilities. Although he died in an AV accident in 2058, his research was foundational for future cloning projects in the decades to come--Most importantly to Valerie, his work was actually used by Arasaka to aid in developing her post-Mikoshi cloned body.

She's an only child and mostly estranged from her extended family, especially on her mother's side, but she does have an uncle, Edward (goes by Eddie), on her father's side who lives in Santo Domingo and does shady shit for 6th Street. The last time they spoke was in 2075 when he tried to guilt-trip her into giving him money.

I'm gonna queue my 5 posts from the main CP77 tag, so those will be spread out a bit, and I'll tag (with no pressure, of course) @ugh-my-back, @netripper, @glitchinginthegarden, @wanderingaldecaldo, and @maimaiapologist 💙

[staticart]

5, 6, 28, 30 for Skulduggery :3 - 💫

5: CASSDUG CASSDUG CASSDUG- cassandra and skug had such a good vibe together as short as their page time was. Its fun to imagine the majority of the five years val was in exile they spent that time together because skug couldn't bear to be alone and cassandra loves him. But oc x Canon because Jackie and skug is so fucking funny to me tbh, two sassy old mf constantly like "oh we're not in love" *immediately acts like an old married couple*

6: Valdug for obvious reasons despite shipping it when I was young and stupid

28: the most unnecessary thing he ever did was tbh, the Inspector ME thing. Bro that broke my brain but was also just.... so unnecessary 🤣🤣🤣 like... just say 'Sean' or something normal xD

30: INSULTING THE AMERICAN CHILD. It was so out of pocket for no reason and it STILL makes me cackle

[fluffyllamas-23]

i know you said they were blobby so if it's too much to ask please feel free to ignore this, but i'd love to know a cute little fact or two about fiona and omari if you have any to share!

Ahhhhh thank you for this! I’m so glad you want to know about these two. I can absolutely share a thing or two about them

- Omari is a really well respected teacher who’s transitioned from working in the classroom to training educators. He’s very passionate about trauma-informed education and leads workshops and professional developments at schools. He’s written a book, and has a very successful YouTube channel and blog.

- Fiona is a critical care and ICU nurse

- They are the parents of five of my other OCs: Justin (married to Jackson, but goes by Jackie), Mia (married to Angelo), Carson (married to Xavier, but goes by Xavi), Brandon (married to Tyler), and Aiyanna (engaged to Sasha)

- They found a kitten. Omari had said they were ABSOLUTELY NOT adopting that cat. Said cat is now HIS cat and will 100% sprawl herself across his chest while he’s reading or something. He is also known to carry her around in the pocket of the hoodie that he bought with the purpose of carrying her around. She’s just a little baby 🥺

[orangeboulevard]

Three: Deny The Truth (The Pirates Of The Caribbean & Fem!OC)

Summary: Jack Sparrow's older sister wants himt o help her with a quest, he knows better than to trust her.

Word Count: 577 (I had no idea what to do 😭)

"Dearest brother o' mine, I'm hurt you think so little of me!" 

Jack Sparrow gave her a condescending grin, "Last time I did somethin' you wanted me to do, Mary, I ended up imprisoned in the Tower of London."

The shorter woman barked out a laugh, "I did do that, I forgot," she fixed her hat upon her dark brown locks, "Sorry, little brother, but hey! You got out just fine."

The two siblings sat precariously on the walls of Jack's ship foredeck, the ship was currently docked at Tortuga on a very humid and warm evening. Mary jumped onto her feet and strolled back and forth along the wall, her coat billowing behind her with every step, she turned on her heel and faced Jack.

"I'm not trying to trick you, I swear it," her dark eyes met her brother's kohl-lined ones.

Jack snorted, grabbing a waterskin -which was always filled with anything but water- attached to his belt and took a large gulp of the liquid inside, "and last time you said that, you left me to hang in the gallows."

"Only because I knew you could get out!" "Hah!" "I don't doubt your intelligence, little brother."

"It is precisely because of that intelligence-" He stood up and swaggered over to Mary. "-that I know: sailing with you is a very, very bad idea."

Mary couldn't help but pout her pomegranate-red stained lips, she quirked her head up to make eye contact with Jack, "Jacky, come on. We're talking about treasure here! Adventure! Live a little."

"Darling sister, I live plenty. Don't worry about me and if you just pass me that map you have stashed, I'll certainly retrieve this treasure for you." He made a quick grab for her pocket but, just as quickly, she stepped back.

"I think not," she said with a devilish grin and drew her sabre. Jack matched her movements, drawing his own sword.

"I'll take good care of it!" He stepped forward. She stepped back. "Good footwork."

"Really? Thanks!" She lunged forward, swinging her sword with experience and ease. Jack's sword clashed with hers and he pushed back against her weight. She stumbled, hastily hopped from the ledge and her black boots slammed onto the wooden deck.

Jack followed her, a smirk stretched onto his tanned and scarred skin, "You must be very desperate to want my help. Lost your ship, perhaps? Your crew?"

Her cheeks tinted pink as her brows furrowed, "No."

Her sword stopped the path of Jack's sabre, scrapping against it as she threw her weight forward. Jack expertly weaved around her -tossed her coat end over her head, blocking her view- and with a push, both disarmed her and sent her to the ground. Before she could squirm away, Jack pinned her to the floor with his sword in her coat.

She gasped, "This is new!"

"My sincerest apologies," he said, she groaned and looked away from his victorious and smug expression. Jack chuckled as he easily stole the map from her coat pocket, "You've gotten better."

"Still not enough to beat you though, you rotten cheat."

"It's all fair game, sister." He bowed, swiftly making his exit as Mary struggled to pull the sword that was lodged into the wooden plank floor. "Lose the coat next time!"

"Jack! Get back here right now!" Mary sighed knowing he was long gone.

[zip-toonz]

asks you about your digimon oc(s)!!!!!

(im following the impmon tag and stumbled across em!!!! they seem really really cool!!!!)

Hi! I'm so sorry I took so long to get to this ask! I remember seeing it and going 'Oh! I'll answer that when I get home' and forgot too in the Hussle and Bustle of life. Jackie and Hallow my beloves thank you so much for asking me to talk about them!

Their dynamic is so fun to me because I made them with limited knowledge of the series after watching like 3 episodes of the dub for Tamers.

Jackie: An American girl who's dad moved for work. Same grade as Takato. She's been homeschooled for a solid majority of her school life due to being minorly Immunocompromised, and only recently started attending school publicly. Funnily enough she never got into playing Digimon like some of her peers. The appeal escaped her entirely. So how did she end up with a Digivice and a Partner Digimon?

Total Accident. Jackie spending a lot of time at home took up a lot of hobbies with her favorite being tech repair. She picks up a discarded Scanner and the beat up cards that were in the box with it. Initially planning to fix it and pawn it for a bit of pocket money or possibly for scrap parts if that failed. Not really getting how the game works she swipes a set of cards (Blue Card -> Beat up Impmon card) when the device sparks she calls it quits and leaves it be for the night. Next morning she's greeted by Hallow. The device being in such poor condition sort of spat out an amalgamation of the Impmon and whatever unfortunate decor was close enough for it to scan (I pitched the idea of it being a sticker packet or Halloween candy to a friend) which is why Hallow looks like...that.

Jackie is very big into creepy/cute, Halloween core. I described her lovingly as Hot Topic, Skelanimals girl so you can imagine what her room is like. She's now a Tamer to a Digimon and has no Idea what being a tamer means.

Hallowseve Impmon: Like Jackie Hallow is in a compromised state due to the circumstances of his creation. He glitches sporadically and none of his moves deal damage. Its all Illusionary magic at best. He has to resort to evasion to get by. Despite this he loves to mess around and get into trouble. Namely with Impmon. Him and Jackie are meant for each other. They only fight when absolutely necessary and focus on evasion and distractions so they can leave the battle as soon as possible. Jackie has no way of knowing what would happen if his data was absorbed and if there would be a way to recover him if he was. So they have to get creative.

Hallow is extremely attached to Jackie. The only way he can Digivolve is when he has to protect her (or her father) and the repercussions of this is that due to their bond it saps energy from her to power it, it's an absolute last resort. (He digivolves into Beelstarmon (Hellstarmon) and not Beelzemon.)

Their dynamic is built on learning to work. At first Hallow was adamant he had to fight because that's what Digimon do. But over time, a few close calls, and meeting Henry and Takato they learn what works best for them. Hallow realizes fighting isn't for him and he has far more fun spending time with Jackie and using his magic in performative ways.

[ghostoffuturespast]

13 -16 for Valerie? :3

CP2077 OC ask game

Thank you @therealnightcity for the asks! :)

Questions for my grandpa V. (Valerie Hye-jin Li. She actually hates her first name lol.)

13. if you were to choose a class for them, what would it be?

Probably rogue/fighter type? Is that a thing? V's got no qualms with taking advantage of a situation, using stealth, and catching people unawares. She's very tactical. Hit hard, hit fast, hit first.

14. what is their weapon of choice?

Electric monowire. V's specialty is close-quarter combat from her martial arts training in her youth and time spent as Arasaka paramilitary before being transferred to the counter-intel division as a field agent. It's compact, discrete, works close-quarters and as a ranged weapon, and relatively easy clean-up since it's electric. Cauterizes most of the things it slices through. (She has horrible aim with firearms.) Second favorite is grenades.

15. what is their preferred vehicle or transportation of choice?

If she's not in a rush, V actually prefers to walk or ride the metro. She used to spend a lot of time in her teenage years walking around with [redacted][redacted]. If she needs to be somewhere quick though and doesn't want to fight traffic, Jackie's Arch.

16. how would you describe their style?

Very practical and functional. T-shirt, pants, jackets with pocket space. She prefers clothing that won't restrict her movement or get in the way of doing things. She put up with having to wear a suit and heels when she was working at Arasaka because of the dress code, but V doesn't like wearing fancy clothes much. Her mother used to work for Jinguji and was very concerned with keeping up appearances and rarely ever let V pick her own clothes as a kid. When V's relaxing she will literally wear the baggiest fucking clothing imaginable because she can curl up into a ball and make a nest.