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[heatwa-ves]

i dont know the names of your ocs soryyyyyyy but these two for your current favourite :)

I was gonna do lou because I did her for the last ask and I'm thinking about her but I already did cat for her soooo I'll do naiah and rayaan.. quick description naiah is deeply religious and convinced she will go to hell and fake af to almost everyone and rayaan is a repressed gay desi 20 year old he exists so I can beat him up.

STARRY EYES

naiah is before everything else a thinker. she thinks everything through and very rarely is spontaneous she has to carefully manage the way she acts and appears to other people because she doesn't want anyone to actually know her. she's very rarely spontaneous but she has her moments like she finds herself drawn to sofia (my even more tortured oc) even tho she knows she probably shouldn't be. rayaan on the other hand has never had one thought ever he's an act first think later kinda guy he's completely guided by his impulses and emotions logic is not even in the picture for him

CAT

realising a trend in all my ocs they're lonely af!!!!!! naiah doesn't let herself make friends she's on good terms with everyone and she's very well liked by a lot of people but she wouldn't consider any of them friends because she doesn't want to let anyone close to her. with the exception of maybe sascha but that's because he cannot take no for an answer and won't let her push him away. rayaan has had three friends in his twenty years one is his cousin who he was best friends from when they were younger but hates now and the other two are sascha and naiah both of whom found him on the side of the road like a kicked dog on separate occasions. also he's stupid in love with sascha which is very bad for everyone involved especially him.

[bhaskarlive]

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[cassmichaels]

@devikafernando @mindingmyownbusiness @storywrtr I imagine this is EXACTLY what Rayaan looks like after a day of floating on the water.

Can't wait for everyone to read "Since Forever"

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ERKENCI KUS (2018), 1.01

[silkiecorn]

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[tewwor]

open — mutuals only — one of the 139865195 greenhouses he upkeeps

Ricochet sits back on his heels and folds each arm atop. A beautiful heart shaped sweet pepper sits in a hand; fiery red skin unblemished and firm. An instant vegetal sweetness of the Lesya pepper bursts when he bites into it. This bunch might've taken a while to grow properly, but the small harvest's well worth it.

Contented for the time being, he doesn't stir when the greenhouse door opens. Foregoes the usual scathing glare and stays crouched, munching all the while. Ricochet even does the unthinkable ( to those that know of him ) and offers a simple, "help yourself." To one, but the hawk-sharp glint to dark eyes should translate such.

[tewwor-moving]

* & continu(ous crying)ed from here — @huntershowl

What.. The fuck.

What the fuck?

This isn’t what Ricochet expects to find when he realized ( a little too late ) exactly who lurked in this area. A scathing slight was first. Then a dark glower that he’s becoming accustomed to, second. Maybe a combination of both as a third option. But this? Genuine crying and not torrid ire? It’s got him slack jawed. Just enough that his lips part and his feet freeze.

What the fuck happened?

It doesn’t matter, really. Whatever’s shaken her this badly isn’t something he needs to share. But it does strike a chord in him. A deep one. The last single thing that tethers him to the bulk of who he used to he. Beneath all the mass trauma and loss, there lies a man of a different name. Rayaan Iyer is nothing but a construct used for his current civilian life. Ricochet the trigger as the middle of rot that should’ve overtaken his first deceased body. But Vidanth Bajwa is the tender undergrowth. Vidanth Bajwa is the boy that was there when Jie had similar outbursts. Stuck as a sobbing heap, unable to further process the other loud emotions all at once. Vidanth Bajwa is the young man that often comforted the fighter that neighbored his cell. When the bars were still locked tight, he’d offer a hand as contact for Aine to squeeze and ground herself among the wracking cries.

Vidanth Bajwa died doing the same exact thing that shakes this bawling mess against his chest.

Ricochet says nothing as he, too, softens. The edge that he carries himself with molds into a pillar of fired clay. Everyone works through these instances differently. Some like to hear chatter even if they’re not able to understand it. Others launch themselves deeper into being overwhelmed. He’s unsure which would help Persephone more right now.

“You could get an aneurism if you keep it in.” Another one to test the waters before he pauses. Draws in a slow, deep breath — making sure to expand his chest so she can feel the movement. He holds it for a few seconds. Then lets it out in a calm exhale through the nose. “I won’t remember this happening later.” A way of saying that he won’t judge her in this vulnerable moment. “I can keep talking too if it helps,” he’s quieter, now, but still able to be heard clearly. “Or I can shut up. Your call.”

[pcril]

status: closed — location: community greenhouse — @anhedcnias

The constant fall of rain against plastic drums in his hands, head, and above all else — his heart. A part of him wonders how much longer this one will last against the onslaught. The dinky greenhouse on 2nd Ave and 96 flooded just last week; something to do with the sheets of plastic giving under pooling rain. This one, though.. At least the lean-to's steep enough to direct the rain down into some gutters.

"My turn?" Ryaan calls over his shoulder, not yet turning to see for himself as he's still wrist deep in a bag of rich soil. "Could you help me repot some of the apple mint?" The seedlings proved to grow much faster than expected, and the last thing he wanted was for them to choke out or accidentally spread through the seed starter pots.

[huntershowl-moving]

"i want the k" (get rrrreadddyy to rrrrUUMBLEEEE ricoshit's turn )

kiss roulette! SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING.

40. an impulsive kiss.

IT'S STUPID AND IT'S LATE AND SHE'S TIRED AND yet, even still, persephone has no idea what possesses her to do it. perhaps some part of her stupid, oblivious subconscious recognized the way he was looking at her. perhaps it knows she is going to die, sooner than any of them want her to.

revenge is her first devotion, but there is room for another. jie showed her that.

they sit side by side on the rooftop where he found her earlier in the night. below them, the city stretches endlessly into the horizon, an ocean of lights. it is a summer night with a warm breeze rippling through their hair, a rare night in which the nerves in her shoulders don't ache quite as badly; if she could take this moment and bottle it, she would.

there are so many things they want to say to him, but the vulnerability catches before it can surface. thank you for cutting your hair. i'm sorry for how i treated you before. you're getting better — i can see how hard you're working for it.

it's stupid and it's late and she's tired, and a thousand other things, so when he turns to look her in the eye, persephone leans into the breath of space between them and kisses him.

[huntershowl-moving]

@tewwor

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[filmchi-live]

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[heatwa-ves]

Thinking about naiah and rayaan.. rayaan has a very complicated relationship with religion and I think meeting naiah helps him with that and she ends up becoming very important to him and he's important to her too I think he's one of the very few people that knows part of who she is behind everything she fakes

[tewwor]

He doesn't quite understand the meaning of her eyes. Hasn't felt the need to. The less he knows about others outside of his targets, the better things usually go for them all. Especially when it comes to a supernatural being outside of 0's own. Once he picks up on morally skewed shit — the kind that harms people not for the sake of survival — Ricochet feels obligated to tip Rem off. Do more digging to see if they're a cause for concern and become one of the hunted.

Hence, his incredible lack of reaction to the slideshow behind those mysterious eyes. It's not until she mentions his plants and fixing, does he visibly stir. The slightest downtick of lips. Gone in a flash, but still visible. "Take me out to dinner first." The slightest twinge of humor falls so incredibly short and dry. A broken arm isn't bad enough to warrant immediate acceptance. Who knows what she can, and might actually, do instead of healing? "I'm good."

RIlen’s yet to be concerned with his physical injuries – their eyes remain locked on his. Looking for a way in.

“No.” It’s said simply. “Not to you.” Outwardly, at least. Inside, they can’t tell. Can only judge by the eyes, in which, his seem guarded. A touch of her finger to his temple might give her a clue. Yet, they do not move. Become as still as he is.

Eyes drift to the injured arm, scale upwards to blood stains and bruises. A sight to behold if anyone were to find them here. A building that large falling… well, someone must have heard. And while he seems more than capable of handling himself, they still blink slower. Pupils expanding to take over the left eye; becoming onyx and empty. The white of the right remains. Splitting her consciousness between herself and something else.

Watching.

“Your pepper plants will not fix that, will they?” A tick of a smile on her lips. “May I?”

[tewwor]

HEADCANONS — RICOCHET .

sometimes, when ricochet finds a frog or three in the community gardens, he takes the time to mist and sprinkle them with water. even started to name some of them. one frog does try to eat his finger every time.

was 100% influenced by jie growing up, but one of ricochet’s favorite drinks is those honey lemon black teas.

besides his prized sweet pepper plants, ricochet felt very satisfied and accomplished when he managed to grow finger limes

he’s subconsciously wary of redheads. gets flashbacks of his previous partner when she died in his arms.

he is not a nice trainer. he will push all trainees to their absolute limit. despite how harsh his training sessions are, he has a very, very deep drive ( that stems from empathy and fear ) to help the marked survive that much more. he's been thrown into a completely different lifestyle twice — each one more brutal than the last. he's seen what the lack of combat knowledge and readiness results in time and time again. he does not want others to repeat this and die.

i don't write a lot involving his combat usually ( this is my plea to let me write more of this ), but it is loud and quite literally explosive. ricochet purposely soaks as much damage as he can before doubling the energy with his own hits. yes, his tears his body apart. no, he doesn't care. yes, he has built a resistance and strengthened the baseline of what his body can tolerate. no, it's not healthy for him. collateral damage is huge whenever he's involved with a hunt.

[tewwor-moving]

beatdown time 💖 — @huntershowl

A wave of humid air spills alongside his entrance. The door clangs shut before heavy footfalls approach the front counter. Nothing’s said once he reaches it. Not an uncommon occurrence since it’s after hours, so Ricochet simply waits. Doesn’t call out to summon the workaholic that owns the print shop. Doesn’t have to when the sound of someone’s descent comes from the stairway shortly after. Whatever chatter Litho’s stirring up goes quiet at ground level.

“Need another set.” Succinct as always. Though there’s a hint of surprise when he sees the forger with company. And the look of.. Apprehension? Fear, probably, on Litho’s face intensifies when he sets eyes on the stranger. How uncharacteristic of the stuck up prick to react in a such a way. Usually means some amount of attachment’s formed, but he’s not here to ask questions. Just to get his documents for the next job.

“Beijing. Three weeks. Solomon’s going too.”

[gravesung-moving]

HE'S DISTRACTED. RUSA CAN SEE IT IN his eyes, the way they dart back and forth like he's desperately trying to put together a recollection. so she waits, watches. when he finally says his name, a sigh of relief whooshes from her lungs and a smile breaks across her face. well, at least he remembers himself. the place and circumstance, hopefully, will trickle in as he comes back to his senses.

❝ rayaan, ❞ she repeats, voice a soft and melodic chime. without thinking about it, her fingers brush a strand of wet hair from his eyes — it looks like it would be bothersome, and besides, it seems the stranger is having a hard time moving his own hands. ❝ my name is rusalka — er, most people call me rusa! it's easier. ❞ a pause. he doesn't care about that, you silly goose, stop rambling. as her nerves uptick, the posh british lilt to her voice goes a bit sharper with the r's, recognizable as hints of an irish accent to those with ears trained to such things.

❝ you are at the lake... the — mm... i don't actually know its name, but it is several miles north of shelter island. h-how did you get here? do you have a car nearby? or... is there anyone i can call to come fetch you? ❞

A new sort of panic unfurls deep in his chest. Amidst the hacking and straggled breaths, he's now wracking his mind for more information. It's the only shred of memory he's come by in years. All because he nearly blinked out of existence again, or perhaps it's more geared towards the method? Something with water, maybe. A fight to the death. The color of vermilion framing his vision as it wavers.

"Ra—" More coughing. More pitiful wheezing. "Rayaan." Half drowned as he is, there's still enough sense to use his new civilian name. "No." Doesn't even occur to him that's transported to a completely different area. Barely has enough recollection to remember what he'd been doing before sucking down what feels like an entire lake.

His mouth hangs open as droplets fall all around him. Still incredibly hard to breathe right once the water's expelled. The adrenaline's still pumping and his brain's fractured trying to chase more flashes of his past. "Where am I?" Ricochet goes to spit away from the stranger as he struggles to prop himself up on one side. "Who—" He sort of settles into a lump instead and finally gets a good look at her. "Are you?"