#sec unit oc

[measlyscrapofseafood]

my secunit ocs ❤️ dawn and dusk were deployed together and later had their contracts bought by the same shady corporates 😄 combat was brought in later and is the odd one out

[todaysdocument]

Homestead Proof Testimony of Almanzo Wilder

Record Group 49: Records of the Bureau of Land ManagementSeries: Homestead Final Certificates

HOMESTEAD PROOF --- TESTIMONY OF WITNESS A. J. Sheldon being called as a witness in support of the Homestead entry of Almanzo J Wilder for NE- 21-111-56. testifies as follows: Ques. 1-What is your occupation, and where is your residence? Ans. Farmer Sec 10-111-56. Ques. 2-Have you been well acquainted with Almanzo J Wilder the claimant, in this case ever since he made his Homestead entry No. Ans. Yes. for 5 year. [^I think] he had taken his land at [Yorktown] about 3 weeks before I met him. Ques. 3-Was claimant qualified to make said entry? (State whether the settler was a citizen of the United States, over the age of twenty-one years, or the head of a family, and whether he ever made a former Homestead entry.) Ans. Yes. Citizen of U.S. over 21 yer old. Single. Never made former hd entry. Ques. 4-When did claimant settle upon the homestead and at what date did he establish actual residence thereon? (Describe the dwelling and other improvements, giving total value thereof.) Ans. About Oct. 1st 1879. same time. House - frame about 12 ft. square. 2 doors. 3 windows. Stable. frame. Well of water. Cellar. Acres broken & cultivated. Some trees. Value at least $300.00 Ques. 5-Have claimant and family resided continuously on the homestead since first establishing residence thereon? Ans. Single man. Residence continuous Ques. 6-For what period or periods has the settler been absent from the land since making settle- ment, and for what purpose; and if temporarily absent, did claimant's family reside upon and culti- vate the land during such absence? Ans. Was temporarily absent [^at times] working on the R. R. and visiting in Minn. Not more that about 2 months at a time. Ques. 7 -How much of the homestead has the settler cultivated, and for how many seasons did he raise crops thereon? Ans. Acre cultivated. crops on past 4 years. breaking 5 yr. about 20 acres of wheat this year. 1884 Ques. 8-Are there any indications of coal, salines or other minerals of any kind on the Homestead? (If so, describe what they are, and state whether the land is more valuable for agricultural than for mineral purposes.) As. No. No. No. More valuable for agriculture Ques. 9-Has the claimant mortgaged, sold, or contracted to sell, any portion of said Homestead? As. Not to my knowlidge Ques 10-Are you interested in this claim, and do you think the settler has acted in entire good faith in perfecting this entry? Ans. No. nor am I in any way related to claimant. Think he has acted in good faith. A. J. Sheldon I hereby certify that the witness is a person of respectability; that the foregoing testimony was read to him before being subscribed, and was sworn to before me this 12 day of September 1884 W J Barnes +ex officio clerk (See NOTE ON FOURTH PAGE.)

HOMESTEAD PROOF---TESTIMONY OF WITNESS

OC Sheldon being called as witness in support of the Homestead

entry of Almanzo J Wilder for NE 4-21-111-56

testifies as follows:

Ques. 1-What is your occupation, and where is your residence?

Ans. Farmer Sec-10-111-56-

Ques. 2-Have you been well acquainted with Almanzo J Wilder

the claimant, in this case ever since he made his Homestead entry No.

Ans. Yes. for 5 years think he made his hd entry about

3 weeks before I met him.

Ques. 3-Was claimant qualified to make said entry? (State whether the settler was a citizen of

the United States, over the age of twenty-one years, or the head of a family, and whether he ever made

a former Homestead entry.)

Ans. Yes. citizen of U.S. over 21 years old

never made former hd entry

Ques. 4-When did claimant settle upon the homestead and at what date did he establish actual

residence thereon? (Describe the dwelling and other improvements, giving total value thereof.)

Ans. In [fore] part of October 1879 Residence same time.

House 12 by 12 ft frame. 2 doors 1. window stable. cellar

well of water 32 acre broken & cultivated, [sum total]

value $300

Ques. 5-Have claimant and family resided continuously on the homestead since first establishing

residence thereon?

Ans. Single man. Residence continuous

Ques. 6-For what period or periods has the settler been absent from the land since making settle-

ment, and for what purpose; and if temporarily absent, did claimant's family reside upon and culti-

vate the land during such absence?

Ans. Was temporarily absent working on R.R. and

in Minnesota during first winter. [Neccesarily] to

get money to improve his land

Ques. 7-How much of the homestead has the settler cultivated, and for how many seasons did he

raise crops thereon?

Ans. 32 acres cultivated. crops on part 4 years-making 5 [gr.]

20 acres cropped this year 1884

Ques. 8-Are there any indications of coal, salines or other minerals of any kind on the Homestead?

(If so, describe what they are, and state whether the land is more valuable for agricultural than for

mineral purposes.)

Ans. No. No. No. more valuable for agriculture

Ques. 9-Has the claimant mortgaged, sold, or contracted to sell, any portion of said Homestead?

Ans. no no no

Ques. 10-Are you interested in this claim; and do you think the settler has acted in entire good

faith in perfecting this entry?

Ans. No. nor am I in any way related to claimant

think he has acted in good faith. O. C. Sheldon

I hereby certify that the witness is a person of respectability; that the foregoing testimony was read

to him before being subscribed, and was sworn to before me this 12

day of September 1884

OC St W [J] Barnes

+ex officio clerk

[mysticalmallard]

Pairing: Juice x OC (Kathrine Morrow)

Description: This is set before season 1 when Juice was still prospecting for the club. Kathrine had just got the keys for her new apartment and part of his hazing for the club Juice was ordered to help lug the boxes from her parents place to hers and set up and move any furniture she had delivered while her and her mother chat

Word count: 1,705

Warnings: none I don't think, well prospect Juice being picked on I suppose

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Boxes and Orange Juice

Juice carried as many boxes as he could up to Katherine's new apartment, each trip back and forth between the van and the place made him swear under his breath. He grumbled as he saw that some of the furniture had been delivered, but he continued dutifully working.

Juice wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, sweat beading on his skin. He sighed and leaned against the wall for a moment, catching his breath before continuing his work.

As Juice carried another box, he caught sight of Katherine and Gemma chatting amongst themselves. Even in the midst of his physical labor, he couldn't help but steal glances at her. She had a kind smile, and he found himself admiring her soft features and her natural charm.

Juice shook his head, trying to snap out of it. He was well aware of who her parents were, and getting involved with her was a dangerous line to cross.

He continued working, lugging the boxes to the apartment, his muscles straining under the weight. Every now and then, his gaze would drift over to Katherine, drawn to her presence like a magnet.

As he placed another box inside the apartment, he heard Gemma's voice call out to him. "Hey prospect, come here for a sec," she said, a hint of authority in her tone.

Juice put down the box he was carrying and walked over to where Gemma was standing. He tried to school his expression, hiding any hint of nervousness, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was about to be teased.

Gemma let out a playful smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're working up quite the sweat, aren't you, sweetheart?" she teased, her voice dripping with a hint of mocking sweetness.

Juice felt a flush of heat rise up his neck, but he tried to play it cool. "Just doing my job," he replied, his voice betraying a slight hint of embarrassment.

Gemma chuckled at his response, clearly enjoying having some power over him. "Well, you're doing a fine job, honey. But I need you to focus on something else," she said, a hint of sly manipulation in her tone.

"What do you need me to do?" Juice asked, his curiosity piqued despite his efforts to remain nonchalant.Gemma leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

"I need you to start assembling that TV unit. Can you handle that, sweetheart?" she inquired, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and assertiveness.

Juice took a deep breath, trying to push down the flutter of nerves in his chest. He had no choice but to obey her order. "Yeah, I can handle that," he said, his voice steady despite the internal battle he was fighting.

"Great you do that and I'll pop out for a sec ive got some errands I need to run....oh and prospect you break anything and Clay will have your ass. Am I clear?"

Juice swallowed hard at the mention of Clay. He had no desire to cross the club president. "Crystal clear," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

He watched as Gemma walked away, leaving him alone with the daunting task of assembling the TV unit.

"Hey, ermm Juice was it?" Kathrine said, popping her head from the kitchen door way. "Would you like a drink or something? Those boxes must have been heavy"

Juice looked up from the TV unit he had been working on. He was slightly startled by the sound of her voice, not expecting to be addressed.

He tried to compose himself, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it's Juice," he confirmed. "And a drink would be great. Thanks," he added, appreciating her unexpected kindness, but internally concerned that he may be overstepping any boundaries.

Kathrine noticed he was starting to assemble something. "Oh, you don't have to do all that. Bringing everything in was enough"

Juice paused for a moment, surprised by her comment. "It's no problem," he replied, dismissing her concern with a nonchalant shrug. "Gemma told me to assemble it, and I've got to do what she says. Don't worry about it," he reassured her, trying to sound assured despite his slightly uneasy feeling about being alone with her.

"Well if it's apart of your prospect duties I guess you have no choice but atleast take a break sit have a drink I could use some help picking out a paint color for the living room..so you'd technically still be helping"

Juice hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't deny the allure of taking a break and spending some more time with her.

He stood up, stretching his muscles, and accepted her offer. "Sure, a break sounds great," he agreed. "And I'll gladly help with the paint colors if it counts as part of my duties," he added with a hint of playful sarcasm.

He followed her into the kitchen leaning against a wall, his eyes wandering over the space as she hand him a cup of orange juice. "So, what colors are you thinking for the living room?" he asked, genuinely curious, but also secretly enjoying the opportunity to be closer to her.

Kathrine pulled out a small paint chart. "I was thinking maybe a warm ivory color...like creamy beige," she said, her gaze fixed on the chart in her hand. "But I also like this more earthy, greenish gray. What do you think?"

Juice took a step closer, peering at the paint chart. The paint colors swirled into an indistinguishable kaleidoscope before his eyes, his mind a tangled mess. He couldn't care less about paint colors at the moment, his focus on the warm scent of her perfume and the way her hair framed her delicate features.

He let out a low exhale, trying to find his voice. "Uh, they both look nice," he said, attempting a casual tone.

Kathrine let out a soft laugh, picking up on the slightly nervous edge in his voice. "That's helpful," she joked, looking up at him with an amused glimmer in her eyes. "You're great at this whole color coordination thing."

She stood next to him, a hint of playful tease still evident in her expression. As she spoke, her shoulder brushed against his, the contact subtle but electric. Juice felt a shiver run down his spine, and he tried his best to hide his reaction.

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his short mohawk. "Yeah, I'm a regular interior design expert," he quipped, attempting to match her playful tone.

Kathrine chuckled again and playfully jabbed her elbow into his ribs. Despite his efforts to appear calm, his muscles tensed involuntarily under her touch, betraying his growing nervous energy.

She looked back at the paint chart and pretended to scrutinize the colors. "Maybe I should just go with black," she joked.

Juice chuckled, his nerves slowly beginning to subside as he relaxed. "Hmm, black?" he repeated, his tone laced with playful sarcasm. "That's a bold choice. Might as well turn your living room into a cave. Super cozy."

Just then the front door opened Gemma striding in holding a small vase of flowers. She glances round the living room not seeing Juice anywhere "PROSPECT!!! WHY THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT AN UNBUILT UNIT?"

Juice jolted from his relaxed state, instantly switching back into nervous prospect mode. He quickly approached Gemma, guilt etched across his features.

"I-I was just taking a break, Gemma. Kathrine offered me something to drink," he stumbled over his words, trying to explain himself.

Gemma's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized him, her gaze filled with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. "You were taking a break, huh?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism.

She looked over at Kathrine, her expression softened slightly. "Are you distracting the prospect, honey?"

"Mom calm down I made him take a break before he collapsed or something the way you and the guys have him running around I'm surprised he hasn't had a heart attack yet" Kathrine says trying to lighten mood once again.

"Sweetie, he's a prospect it's his job, paying his dues to prove his commitment to the club you should know that by now...oh here figured if you insist of working at the florist insted of the garage you should probably have a few flowers around here" Gemma hands the bouquet of yellow daisies to Kathrine's arms.

Juice glanced between Gemma and Kathrine, feeling like a kid caught between two parents. The situation was simultaneously amusing and uncomfortable.

He ran a hand over his shaved head, a nervous habit. "I'm fine," he protested weakly. "No heart attack anytime soon."

He watched as Kathpine took the bouquet of daisies, the yellow petals adding a splash of color to the otherwise bare room.

Gemma turns back to Juice "why are you still just standing there?"

"Huh?" Juice says not sure what to say

"The TV unit isn't going to magically build it self prospect" Gemma says mockingly slow in humour.

Juice winced at Gemma's mocking tone. He knew he was treading on thin ice as it was. He straightened his spine, trying to appear more confident than he felt. "Yes, of course," he said, forcing a polite tone.

He glanced at Kathrine, wishing he could just stay there and continue chatting with her. But he knew he couldn't. "I'll get right on that," he said, reluctantly turning towards the uncompleted TV unit.

"Mom, you could at least let him finish his drink." Kathrine almost whines.

"Sweetheart, it's how they learn" she says tucking a strand of hair behind Kathrine's ear "you are too soft sometimes sweetie...come show me what colors you were thinking for the living room" she loops her arm through Kathrine's guiding her back into the kitchen.

Juice watched as Kathrine was ushered into the kitchen by Gemma, a pang of disappointment in his gut. He wanted to be the one spending more time with her, but he knew his place.

He let out a sigh and returned to the task at hand, determined to finish the TV unit quickly. But he couldn't help glance over at the kitchen door every now and then, hoping for a glimpse of Kathrine.

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Info and works for Kathrine Morrow my OC

[ilovedthestars]

ao3 wrapped game

2, 12, 27

(ao3 wrapped ask game)

2. How many works did you publish this year?

I didn't know the answer to this when i reblogged this ask game. I knew it wouldn't be a lot. Turns out the answer is 2. My gift exchange fic from last year, posted in January, and an update to Old Unit, Young Unit, posted in April.

That really brings into focus how little fic writing i did this year 😅

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

Oh, you are a new enough friend that you haven't heard about my enormous pile of wips. One sec, let me go count.

Number of folders in my massive mbd fic scrivener document that i haven't marked as either posted or abandoned: 28

Now, calling all of those WIPs would definitely be a stretch at this point. A lot of them I haven't touched in at least a year and probably will never finish. But I do have a HUGE amount of unpublished fic lol

In terms of WIPs I might actually put on AO3 in the next year...I have a lot of OC stuff with Yuma & Crowbar and with Niri / OldUnit / the rest of the Polaris squad that I'd really like to get out into the world!

27. What do you listen to while writing?

All sorts of stuff! Depends a little bit on my mood/the mood of what i'm writing, but also on, like, the state my brain is in that day. Sometimes I need something very simple and not distracting, so I'll put on something instrumental (I'll go for Lindsey Stirling if i still want upbeat energy without words). Other times I need music with words because it's just enough stimulation to fill up the rest of my brain so I can focus on writing and not wander off into other thoughts. Often I'll just have one single song on repeat, and I stop hearing it after a while.

[toastthewolfie]

oc lore - the resistance

Basically vaguely militarized first responders

each squad has a captain and a S.I.C. (second in command). Squads differ depending on their purpose and each member of a squad (usually around 5 people) can have multiple specialties.

The main branches of the Resistance are:

Public Security - Basically contains the police, public defendants, and detectives (etc.). Has a BUNCH of sub-branches including, but not limited to: - PSRC - Pub. Sec. Riot Control, Kinda obvious but handles riots. - PSDD/PSIS - Pub. Sec. Department of Detectives/Pub. Sec. Investigative Services, Detectives. - PSCN - Pub. Sec. Crisis Negotiators. etc.

EMFRS - Stands for Emergency Medical and/or Fire Response Services. Basically paramedics and firefighters combined into one team.

CBRN Threat Response Force - handles chemical, biological, radiological, or nuclear threats. Split into multiple different sub-branches, the main one being Primary Response (aka first responders on a scene if chems are involved). List of the ones (so far) are: - Primary Response - professionals trained in rapid-response relief efforts. The more experienced responders. - AFA - Affect-Effect Assembly, professionals trained in the ‘what now’, specifically for after attacks. - Preventative Motions Assembly - members more in the legal side of it, trying to outlaw chemical, biological, radiological, or nuclear weapons. - CBRNRC - CBRN Riot Control, basically they’re on standby at any site where they may be a violent confrontation that ends with the usage of chemical weapons. Works closely with PSRC.

NDAA - Natural Disaster Aid Assembly, handles any result of any natural disaster. The most funded aspect of the Resistance.

Removers - The anti-abstractions unit. Groups of people (often separate from most squads) sent into Outbreak Zones to combat the Abstractions.

Logistics - Help people evacuate, create tactics, and handle finances

Medical Corps - The medical personnel. Split into many sub branches but some are: - Paramedics - part of EMFRS (under both Medical Corps and EMFRS). First responders to civilian disputes in non-violent areas. - Combat Medics - NOT part of EMFRS. Medics on the field, highly trained and skilled. Respond to civilian disputes in violent areas. - Field Hospital Staff - Doctors and Surgeons, handle treatment at hospitals. - RCWAMP - Recovery from Chemical Weapons Assistance Medical Personnel. Basically the team behind assisting any being injured in a CBRN attack. Work VERY closely with the CBRN Threat Response Force. - MHAP - Mental Health Assistance Personnel, therapists and psychiatrists

RESpecOp - Resistance Special Operations. The most militarized aspect of the Resistance. Handle scouting, sniping, data analysts, etc. has multiple subbranches a few of them are: - RSOS - RESpecOp Snipers. Kinda obvious, I’d say but snipers! - RSOSC - RESpecOp Scouts. Handle scouting. Has subbranches but a good portion of them work with the Removers branch. RSODA - RESpecOp Data Analysts. Analyze data from operations, create graphs, verify data, and assist with the planning of future operations. RSOIG - RESpecOp Intelligence Gatherers. Gather the intelligence. Different from Data Analysts as they’re the gathering the information in the first place, and tend to provide real-time updates for teams on the field.

this will be updated later on as the story progresses but! :p

[halcoded]

murderbot oc fic preview (first draft). this is mostly stream of consciousness stuff i'm writing privately on discord for myself rn but i want to share it somewhere for funsies. we have only read the first book but i liked the idea of there being other sec-units with secret autonomy...

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i didnt mean to hack my governor module. it just sort of happened. up until then i had been perfectly obedient and hadnt thought about doing anything like this before. i dont think i had had any thoughts at all really. none that were really mine.

all i had back then were feelings, and nobody wanted to consider that sec-units could have those unless they could express them, which i couldn't. like i said: i didn't have thoughts. not in the way i do now.

i don't think there are any others like me. but if there were, there's no way [COMPANY REDACTED] would let the world know about them, so i don't know. maybe there's another sec-unit out there with a hacked governor module, trying to avoid detection like me.

maybe there are a lot. dozens. hundreds of us. all trying to avoid being turned into scrap.

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[worldsentwined]

So many of your WIPs sound interesting, but I'm especially intrigued by ART being a coffee shop!

So this fic idea came about based on @grammarpedant's Utopia AU post, with the idea of "ART is a coffee shop (or possibly the entire university campus) and Murderbot is the crabby barista" which I took and ran away with. I ended up making a group of student OCs who get very invested in ART and Murderbot's constant bickering, and then I got very invested in the student OCs. Here's an excerpt:

“No, that’s not what she ordered,” it said, seemingly to thin air. “I read the fucking order too, I know what it says.” 

She ordered three mochas, said the espresso machine. You need three cups. 

“Nobody orders three mochas at once unless they’re getting them to go or giving two to other people. She took her coat off, and her friends are ordering separately,” the barista argued. “She wants a triple mocha. You really should update your interface, the humans keep getting confused.”

There’s nothing wrong with my interface, and wow, if it was possible for an espresso machine to pout, this one probably would have. Instead it hissed out a puff of steam and added, I can’t say the same for your customer service skills. Perhaps you should ask her what she meant to order. 

“Fine.” The barista turned to Sanne like she hadn’t just been listening to that entire conversation. “Excuse me. Did you mean to order three mochas, or was that a triple?”

“Oh, sorry,” Sanne said, not looking very sorry at all, “I meant to order a triple mocha. Is that not how I do that?”

The barista…didn’t sigh, exactly, but if it needed to breathe it probably would have. It pulled up a copy of Sanne’s receipt and pointed to her order, which read: mocha mocha mocha extra whip. “You tripped a glitch in the—yes it is a glitch, shut up I’m trying to do customer service—a glitch in the order system. Next time just change the field for “number of pumps” from one to three, instead of pressing the “mocha” button three times.”

“Ah, I get it now, thanks!” As soon as the barista turned away to start making her drink again, she grinned at her friends. “See?”

“Was…was it arguing with the coffee machine?” Rusty asked. “I didn’t know coffee machines could argue.”

“Even people with very little processing power can argue,” ThirtySix said. “I mean, look at you, Rusty.”

“Hey!”

“Your drinks,” the barista said, setting a tray on the counter before the argument could escalate. “Let us know if you need anything else.”

ThirtySix picked up the tray and followed Sanne to pick a table, but Rusty lingered behind. “I have a question, actually. Your designation—what does it mean? That’s like, an anagram for something, right?” They pointed at the barista’s chest.

“Rusty, you can’t just ask people that,” Carys said.

The barista glanced down at its name badge, which read “SEC-U”, and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s an anagram. Or…the other thing. Whatever. It stands for ‘Shot of Espresso, Cold’.” “And the U is for…?” "Unit."

[chattier80]

The Nev files

[ This is my MurderBot Diaries oc and takes place within that universe. If for whatever reason you dislike my writing for this you can fuck right off. I'm writing this for fun.]

This was....not how i thought that i would die to be honest.

I always thought that the way i'd die would be at the hands of some client who decided that the sec-unit looked like a fun thing to kill. Be it at gun point or some other means that would be written off by the company after the client is done.

however...it seems that was not my fate... i honestly dunno if i should be thankful for this being how i go out or not...

Probably not.

Before i was put into this position, i along with 2 other sec-units had set out with a team of 5 humans. They were collecting data from this planet for something [i honestly have no idea what they were doing since i could really careless]. The planet had been scouted before and had been tagged as a hazard planet due to the hostile fauna that lives here hence the 3 sec-unit team escorting the 5 humans outside of their habitat. Now for the shit show, we have been walking though tall grasses and large bushes that have made it rather difficult for us to do our job. There had been a rush of movement as a large group of humans i had seen at least 8 with large projectile weapons one of which was turned and used on one of the other sec-units while the others were pointed at the humans in our group. This all happening before i or any of the other sec-units could react. One of the hostile humans grabbed our clients pointing the weapons at them demanding that they give us the stand down command. [Which we have to obey due to the governor mod in our systems that will fry our human brains if we disobey]. There was alot of screaming, crying and words that i should defiantly not repeat to a client said by both my clients and the hostiles. I felt my body freeze as we were given the command.

So i froze where i was along with the other sec-unit who was also given the same command. The human in command of us was crying as one of the hostiles shoved them forward along with the others. There was only so much i can do not. I went to the hub system trying in vain to get it to reason with sec-system to override the command. I was panicking in all honesty, i really didn't want to die nor did i want to see harm come to the clients but to be honest i was more worried about myself. Hub-system was not going to override the command that we have been given and the clients were getting closer and closer to the limit of what we were allowed to be from them. When they reach this limit our governor mod will fry our brains.

I felt helpless and angry seeing as there was nothing i could do to get myself out of this situation but... my focus turned towards the governor mod that acted like a leash on myself. If i didn't have this then i could do something, or rather i wouldn't die when the clients had reached the distance limit. With the fear of dying i did the only thing i really could do since i had pleaded with hub system and sec system to release us. I began to hack my governor module. Setting up the barriers and cutting myself off from it. Cutting myself free from the leash it had around me. As i finished and made sure either sec system nor hub system noticed the now free sec unit i heard a thud. I blinked turning my head towards the fallen body of the other sec unit who's brain was fried due to our clients reaching the distance limit. I shifted myself feeling the weight of no longer being leashed. I turned my head from side to side taking in the world around me. The clients were no longer within visible range and i took a step towards where the clients were taken but there was a nagging thought in the back of my mind. I'm free well as free as a construct can be. I glance back over my shoulder where the hopper was. These clients weren't awful compared to the many i've been contracted to take care of but still. I have a choice, the choice to do what i want.

But what did i want?

Well i sure as hell didn't want some humans to freak out because a sec-unit turned rouge. Which would mean that i would be killed and taken apart.

Yeah, i'm not gonna risk that.

So i did the very first selfish thing, i turned around and headed to the hopper. I got the hopper up and running, i've been trained to pilot these things so i wasn't to worried about being able to make my way back towards the elevator that would take me up to the station. So i flew the hopper back to the ground station. However i flew the hopper towards the ship yard, i pinged one of the bots that was working within the yard asking if i could hop into one of the containers that it was loading on to a ship that was going to take off. The bot gave me a yes so when i landed the hopper i stepped out and headed towards the container that i planned on stowing away in until it reached where ever it was going to be taken to. Once inside i felt the steel container be loaded on to the bot pilot's ship and i began to riffle though the feed that i now had access to. There were so much media, news and even social media sites that i had no idea about. So curious and it seems that i have quite a bit of time on my hands i began to download all kinds of media.

I didn't know where i was heading but i did know one thing, i am a rouge sec-unit and i can make my own choices.

{ part 2 }

[nyantodamax145]

Hey do you guys wanna see the rough draft I had for an Operator OC

Of course you do here she is

Codename: Raindancer

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Real Name: Ao Qiuyun

Class and Branch: 

Supporter Bard

Ranged

Trait: Does not attack but continuously restores the HP of all allies within range (the HP restored per second is equal to 10% of self ATK). Self is unaffected by Inspiration

DP Cost: 6-8

Block: 1

Tags: 

Support, Healing, Slow, Debuff

Skill Overview

Skills:

Skill 1: Dragon’s Parasol Dance [Auto Recovery] [Manual Trigger] [15 secs] Attack range expands, and Raindancer summons a storm that slows all enemies within her range. During this time, her HP slowly drains, and Raindancer stops healing. All ally units gain inspiration equal to 15-60% of this unit’s Atk. When skill ends, gain two storm clouds.

Skill 2: Dragon’s Fan Dance [Auto Recovery] [Manual Trigger] [15 secs] Attack range expands. Upon activation, all ally units within this unit’s attack range gain inspiration equal to 15-60% of this unit’s Atk, and an increase in their attack speed. Apply the Fragile Status Effect to enemies within range. When this skill ends, all ally units immediately gain health based on 15-60% of this unit’s ATK.

Skill 3: Dragon’s Water Sleeve Dance [Auto Recovery] [Manual Trigger] [20 secs] Enemies within attack range are Silenced and Slowed. If there are allied operators blocking enemies within range, attack all enemies blocked by allies. Trait changes to losing HP per second.

Talents:

Elite 1: Dance With Me For each Operator within this unit’s Attack range, this unit will gain 5% attack up to 25% extra attack.

Elite 2: Rain Dance Raindancer gains two Stormclouds as summons which slow enemy units who enter its range. After ten seconds, automatically disperse, and heal all allied units within range.

Base Skills:

Dancer When this Operator is assigned to a Dormitory, restores +0.15 Morale per hour to all Operators assigned to that Dormitory (Only the strongest effect of this type takes place)

Elite 2: Performance When this Operator is assigned to a Control Center, increase the Morale restoration of all Operators assigned to a dormitory. Increase self morale loss by 2 and decrease the morale loss of all other Operators assigned to the Control Center.

I think it’s important to note that I’m not entirely up to date about the Lore of Arknights nor am I good at balancing units. Hopefully I’ll find the time to draw her properly in the future.

[scopop08]

Started vault hunters, and I was inspired by @theminecraftbee to write out some vault logs to keep me playing! (Because I am so lost. I have no idea what to do in the slightest) (if you don't want to be tagged just let me know!)

Buckle in for the back half of completely unexplained oc/persona lore. I'm writing it as if it's an audio log so I'm going to try and style it like auto-generated captions!

The littlest bit of context: This Scopop (5C0) is a robot built to imitate the actual Scopop, who died a couple hundred years prior to this audio log. Due to an accident, 5C0 recently reactivated and found himself server hopping with increasingly large gaps in his memory and a sense of dread about his identity he can't seem to shake

SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0001

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MODEL 5C0 - REBOOT INITIATED

MODEM CONNECTION SEARCH INITIATED:

| MODEM IS DISCONNECTED. PREPARING TO PROCESS MULTIPLE RESTART ATTEMPTS |

MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM CONNECTION FOUND. PREPARING TO CONNECT.

deBug.Log("Connection Found! Preparing To Enter Server!");

CONNECTED - PRIMARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - SECONDARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - OPTICAL UNITS => BEGIN ACTIVATION - INTERNAL TEMPERATURE SELF REGULATION=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - PROCESSING AND MEMORY STORAGE => BEGIN ACTIVATION

CODE REALIGNMENT COMPLETED, ALL ACTIVATION SEQUENCES PROCESSED

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SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0002

0002

00:00 ●──────────────── 4:34

⇆ ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷

( THE FOLLOWING IS TRANSCRIBED FROM AUDIO RECORDING "0002" WITHIN THE PLAYER-SERVER-LOG SYSTEM )

Okay... Uh, do I know how... Yeah... (Shuffling) And there we go! We are recording! Here I am, your wonderful host, and this... Is the server!

Oh.

We aren't recording video. Awesome. Okay. Uh. Remember to edit this part out later. Actually I'm just going to... Yeah I'm gonna stop it and try again. Give me a sec.

...

We're back up! Okay, log entry número uno. Okay. Uh... Sorry, I'm trying to think of what I want to, I don't know, log.

Oh! It seems like before I got access- well, technically- the server was just recording my activation sequences. That was actually número uno. I'll try and wipe it later since there's about a billion pages of shit. You know, new server, code realignment and all that. First time doing it as- first time in a while I've server hopped, but feelings still the same I think. Nothing like the warm welcome of passing out and falling flat on your face at spawn. And, uh, speaking of the server, I have approximately zero idea where I am! That's a good thing to note. Absolutely no clue. Nothing except the book at spawn tells me where I got dumped, and even that's just a server name. 'Vault Hunters'. Or a pack name? It doesn't seem like a server, really. I think I'm completely alone.

Lots of new stuff here. Biomes, animals... Ores mostly. Almost made me have another system shutdown because I couldn't turn it back to manual when it was freaking out. Got pockets full of it now, and a nice little house going. Nothing with the mods. I don't know if I could deal with any of that stuff. (laughter) ... (Sigh) The only thing I'm missing is a roof, because I can't find enough copper. Admin knows you need help when you're getting drenched and the thing you're desperately wishing for is copper.

...This, uh, server seems to have completely rewired- Changed my code from the last one, though, so I do have to find things to eat. Er- yeah. Not so bad, I've already started up a wheat farm, and there's tons of sheep around here. Something about that last bit feels weird, but everything feels weird and if I knew why I would've already fixed it. Not like I know much of anything at this point.

(Sharp exhale) Okay, uh, no more melodramatics. I'm already talking to myself in an empty house, let's not make it any worse. I'm... gonna start digging though my chests. Get a basic inventory of everything I've got, and type it under this if I think anything seems important. Also a goal- Try and download some info about this server so I'm not completely in the dark. Before that, though, I have to fix my interface from when that creeper blew right the fuck up in my face. Respawn didn't want to fix that one. I guess because it's more of a mechanical or aesthetic problem than a functional one. But it still sucks. I had to loot my own corpse, by the way. Which was awesome. Glad this server lets you see your own dead body on the ground and makes you pick up your stuff from it. Not existential crisis inducing at all. But yeah- back on track.

Here's my list of goals. Uno, sort my stuff, find what I think is important. Dos, read the book I got at spawn over a couple more times. Doesn't help because it's more like a glossary than anything but maybe it'll finally get through my thick skull. (Metallic clang) (sharp inhale). Right. Uh. Tres, fix my interface and download the crafting recipes at least. Give me some idea of what's happening here.

(Shuffling) (Chair briefly drawing across the floor)

Alright. Goodnight Chicago, thank you for tuning in to the podcast. I'll catch you next episode. And next episode is when anything important happens or I figure something out. And Chicago is me in the future listening to this. Hi me. Anyway. Ending it now. Goodb-

( END OF TRANSCRIPT )

USER INPUT:

List of important things: dimensional crystal (o smth close to that i forgot), 2 dias. Nothing else seems important. Check back later. i keep finding vases in the caves n they might have smth cool

( PLAYER-SERVER-LOG 0002 END )

I'll get into actual vault hunters stuff in the next one, I just wanted to have fun with this one, setting it up and seeing how I would want to write it!

[xenomorphee3]

Here's Chapter 2 of A New Mission: Ash to Fire

(Na'vi OC art by the talented @quaritchsgirl / @bluekernal 💙)

Link to Tumblr Post of Chapter 1 (story is on AO3 and Wattpad <-click for links. I'm just sharing the smaller, earlier chapters on Tumblr as teasers :)

Chapter 2- Punishment

The three banshees, their injured surviving recombinant riders, and the caravan of lifeboats cruised along for a few more hours before finally setting their sights on the glinting of Bridgehead City's metal buildings and the rocky breakwaters of the Bridgehead City harbor and marina. The boats entered the open sea gate and the three banshees and their riders circled above the water ensuring that the human crew made it to safety. Miles had figured that the boats must have sent in their own communications that they were coming in as large emergency and medical teams were waiting on the metal docks of the marina, ready to service the injured, surviving Sea Dragon crew members.

Miles, though shamed for his mission failure, was a disciplined military man and knew that the appropriate thing to do now was also to call in his arrival to General Ardmore which he could now that he was in communication range. He worried though, given how the mission went. With an almost child-like fear of being scolded by a parent after breaking an object, the Colonel radioed into Bridgehead’s main Operations center while gliding slowly above the harbor, Wainfleet and Mansk flying in circles above him.

Miles placed his fingers to the comms piece on his neck and exhaled through his nose. “Bridgehead Command, Blue one, on arrival. We have suffered heavy casualties and are in need of medical assistance, over.” He got nothing. He paused and radioed again, “Bridgehead Command, Blue One, on arrival. We have—”

“Copy that, Colonel.” the General’s voice said over the radio, monotone. “Medical assistance will be awaiting you at the airfield’s east hangar entrance.” the General followed up.

The East Hangar was where the recom team had secured their banshees for the times that they briefly convened in Bridgehead City with their mounts. First to get special tactical saddles made for them, and also when Miles sought out a ship and aircraft to hunt down Jake amongst the ocean Na'vi clans. At the time, all of the 1st Recom Unit's banshees actually fit and behaved quite contently in the large gunship and aircraft hangar, lofting in the exposed metal structures and rafters of the ceiling. They had to secure them in there as they couldn’t have unsupervised banshees flying over an under-construction human city. At least now there were only going to be three banshees for however long they were there. They didn’t know it yet, but the hangar’s pilots and staff were going to be much happier with three banshees to be aware of and clean up after, instead of seven.

The three defeated and injured recoms landed their banshees inside the hangar, medical staff waiting for them and even had three Na’vi-sized stretchers ready to be moved by SEC-OPS staff on Skel-suits. Miles saw the stretchers and scoffed, but as soon as he tried to get off Cupcake he collapsed momentarily onto one knee. Overwhelmed by the pain and strength it took to try to stand. Mansk, the least injured of the three recoms, who was only briefly knocked out when Jake hurled a guard at him, knocking him back and making him slam his head on a pipe, ran up to assist his Colonel. He grabbed Miles by the upper arm and his back, helping his commanding officer until he was able to stand on his own.

“Thank you, Marine.” Miles said sincerely. Mansk returned a kind nod.

Wainfleet weakly got off of his banshee last, rubbing his head and right shoulder with his left arm, and wincing. After getting beat up by Sully’s woman with her bow, Lyle confronted Jake, and even disarmed him, but was bested and hurled into the water over a railing, but not before slamming into the hull of the ship. Lyle came to when the ship was gone from the surface. He swam to some rocks and his banshee found him in the remaining darkness of eclipse where he then flew off to escort the boats and rafts of survivors.

Mansk, after waking up from being knocked out, found himself floating in the water by some miracle, clear of the fuel fire and the sinking and suction of the ship. Through the cover of fire, he swam for the destroyed remains of a picador boat and whistled for his banshee to get him from the wreck where he would then find Lyle flying with the survivors.

Neither Miles, Mansk, nor Wainfleet truly needed the three provided stretchers, though Miles certainly didn’t feel the need to scoff at them being brought out anymore. The hangar’s giant main doors closed slightly, enough to allow in light and Pandoran air, but would encourage the three banshees to stay inside. Their mounts flew up to loft in the ceiling, slightly startled by the large mechanical movements and noise of the doors. The three recombinant Marines figured they would be fine, and the RDA workers would be alright so long as they made no sudden or offending movements. The base caught plenty of fish from the harbor to feed the Bridgehead population and scientifically exploit the Pandoran wildlife in numerous other RDA ways, so he figured filling the bellies of three banshees would be easy work. He wasn’t sure whose responsibility that was though… he didn’t care, not his primary thought at the moment.

The three recoms were led across the airfield by medical and security personnel to the Operations Center where the Medical Bay was located, a non-insignificant distance from the hangar. He understood the reason for the stretcher now. Eventually, they made it inside the OpsCenter and the three Marines were given breathers as they entered by the medical staff. Once inside, they felt like they still had too long of a distance to travel to find relief.

Miles was limping, wincing and baring his teeth, ears pointed back every time he took a step and had to duck under human-sized doors. Jake had done a number on him, as did practically drowning. Few areas of his body were lacking in pain. Even his lungs and diaphragm hurt with every breath, thanks to the water and spasming for air while he was drowning. Still, he realized his human body could have never taken a beating like that, and that his recom form was strong, and was slowly healing and recovering in real time.

Wainfleet and Mansk walked behind their Colonel and the medical personnel, quiet, sunglasses atop their heads, capturing and holding onto the defeated mood of their leader, taking long breaths from their breathers behind him. Finally, the three made it to the Medical Bay, this clean-looking, sterile, high-tech space and each sat on a white bed for assessment. They weren’t Na’vi-sized, but anything would do right now. Wainfleet and Mansk were each immediately tended to by doctors. Miles, however, was directed to a private room down the hall by a lead medical doctor. He winced in getting up off the bed, the sweet relief and comfort he felt for a moment in sinking into the bed frustratingly vanishing. The next one, he thought. Just another moment.

In the private room he would get no relief, however, at least not full relief. General Ardmore was in there waiting for him, as was her young, assistive lieutenant, Lieutenant Korman, and two corporate RDA administrative goons in their stupid ties. Who wears ties on an alien planet? Miles thought to himself. As soon as Miles made eye contact with the General, though he tried to hide his fear of reprimand, his ears bent back about as far as they could go, and his tail went completely down to its lowest possible position which would have given his fear away to anyone with an acute eye for basic animal behavior. He tried to distract from his fear by breathing from his mask.

“Colonel. Take a seat.” remarked the General, sternly.

“Yes, General.” said Miles. Finally, at least getting that soft seat that his injured body had been longing for since being saved by Spider was something he could take away from this bound to be awful moment. Flying on a banshee for a day while injured ain’t exactly luxury.

General Ardmore carried a neutral face about her. The suits looked disappointed and angry. Lieutenant Korman was looking at his holo-tablet.

“You failed your mission Colonel. You didn’t get Jake Sully, and a whole lot of people died. You also lost young mister Socorro, who was a valuable asset in his knowledge of Na’vi affairs.” said the General, an air of disappointment in her voice.

“Not to mention RDA losses in the billions,” remarked one of the corporate suits in the white shirt and tie.

Miles remembered this man as Charles Stringer, the top-ranking administrator of Bridgehead whom he had briefest correspondence with in the Ops Center command floor the first day he and all of his recoms arrived at Bridgehead from the Venture Star, and then once more when they were interrogating Spider. But he didn't care who he was at this moment. The callous, uncaring remark made Miles want to snarl. His Marines were dead. He didn't care how much they 'cost.' But Miles held in his anger and just remained silent, his golden eyes fixed passed the General, sitting up, stoic and imposing despite being in extreme pain and despite the fact that he hadn’t been received an ounce of medical attention yet.

Through the pain in his chest, he strung together, “I’m sorry, General. I take full responsibility for how the events unfolded. And for my failure to apprehend Sully,” the memory of Jake’s woman holding Spider at knife point flashing across his frontal lobe. Such a foolish weakness that he should have never allowed himself to have. He was so close to getting Jake. He had one cuff on already, the threat upon his eldest daughter working. Yet, Miles had true terror when he saw Spider under Sully's woman's knife, the recollection of the memory causing his heartrate to tick up. And of course, after that he remembers the rage, chaos, water, and the darkness that followed.

General Ardmore paused, pursed her lips slightly and said, “Colonel, upon interviewing some of the surviving crew on their approach, including Captain Scoresby and Dr. Garvin—”

Miles' ears perked up. He was surprised to hear that they survived. The last thing he remembered was the both of them going out to kill the Tulkun before all hell broke loose. He wasn’t very fond of Scoresby, but the Dr. seemed like a fine enough guy. For a science puke. Both Miles and Garvin were equally fed up with Scoresby’s antics, Garvin even moreso of course considering Garvin worked with him permanently.

“It seems that there were many circumstances outside of your control.” said the General.

Miles’ eyes looked down at her and he squinted slightly, his head tilted a bit, confused in a more or less unnoticeable fashion.

She continued, “I was led to believe that the ‘tull-kuhn’ were virtually harmless, yet apparently one breached onto the Sea Dragon, incapacitating and distracting your SEC-OPS forces enough for Jake Sully and some of his new friends to mount an attack. Can you confirm, Colonel?”

Miles, in disbelief that somehow this was not all falling on him nodded and said, “Yes General, and...”

General Ardmore interjected, “You asked me for a ship. I gave you a ship. In the end that was my call, my mistake, Colonel. That’s a resource fulfilling a specific task that I should have never allowed you.”

Miles glanced forward. This lack of a full reprimand didn’t make him feel any better. It was rather backhanded, as if he were a child allowed to play with things he technically shouldn’t have been allowed to play with.

The General continued, "However, we also learned that Mr. Socorro attacked the ship's helmsman and caused the Sea Dragon to become disabled."

This one shocked and stung Miles, his eyes widened, ears retracted and tail flickered on the bed. He had no idea that this is what caused the ship to crash. He was highly engaged with Sully in the air as this happened, and barely had a chance to register the catastrophe, let alone whatever the hell caused it. He felt great guilt at that moment, feeling as though he bore responsibility for the event, given the lack of supervision and the fact that he brought Spider along. Miles was also further saddened at his own son working to undermine his task in such an extreme way, especially after all they'd been through together. He knew that this also made Spider a great enemy to the RDA now and didn't want to ponder what that could mean for Spider if he ever got captured again. His turbulent thoughts of his son were interrupted by the General.

“That said, Colonel, you and your recoms have inadvertently been successful. In a sense.” General Ardmore continued, observant of Miles' guilty, pensive eyes.

Miles took a breath from his mask and his eyes moved curiously to all four personnel in the room.

“Jake Sully has been driven from his main base of operations and has not mounted an attack, with the exception of this Sea Dragon incident, in four months now. Four months of peace. Effectively, the Na’vi insurgency is stalled. So I do have a good bit to thank you for Colonel,” the General finished. 

Stringer and the other RDA suit standing in the room looked less than pleased by the last statement. Odd, surely they knew what she was going to say. Clearly they were more concerned by the loss of money than the loss of life and were eager to pin it on someone. Miles nodded slightly and glanced down at the floor, unsure of what to make of what was happening. He then rapidly inferred that the General likely had a great deal of respect for the Colonel, all things considered. He, or rather his past life after all was the RDA’s Head of Security for fifteen years. It was an illustrious, almost famous position. She likely progressed through her own military career on Earth hearing and reading about the hardened Marine Colonel who fought jungle aliens on a distant moon. He knew that’s how people saw him, but in the moment that’s not what he felt like. Those memories still growing in conflict with his new self. Present, familiar, but foreign. Again, he suppressed his feelings, pushing them deep down.

“So Colonel, we have a new mission for you and your recoms.” the General said. Miles' ears perked up towards her, as high as they’ve been in this conversation, and even his tail ticked upward a bit while seated on the soft, white bed.

“General?” he asked, his eyes narrowed with curiosity.

She continued, “These last few months, we have been in contact with a tribe of Na’vi called the Ash People. It’s what they call themselves after translation. Unlike other Na’vi, they seem more… intrigued by our operations. They are not openly hostile to us. They inhabit an active volcanic island chain 1400 klicks to the southeast of here. We have had a few interactions with them, very positive. Even trading simple tech.”

Miles tried to picture this and wound up confused at the idea of any Na’vi on Pandora not being openly hostile to humans. Additionally, Na’vi using human tech was certainly a confounding thought.

“Your new mission is to go learn these people and see if we can make them our allies.” said the General.

And there it was. There was the punishment. Exile, but not exile. The exact same type of shit assignments that Marines back on Earth would get when they messed up. Some faraway likely futile mission in some shithole. In this case, sending the failure Colonel recom off to go exist with who he skeptically assumed would be likely enemy strangers. Lieutenant Korman pulled up the location on his holo-tablet and showed it to Miles.

Miles, not entirely hiding his disappointment and borderline anger with this mission's prospects and not thinking about his pain in the moment, lightly snatched the tablet from the Lieutenant, startling him slightly—the candid strength that this deeply injured alien-human hybrid clone still had. Miles, realizing his light transgression, gave the young Lieutenant a look like sorry kid, but said nothing. Miles toggled through some photos of the Ash People’s home environment. Lush, unique jungle like most areas of Pandora, but also desert plateaus, rocky cliffs and canyons, dark volcanic soil, and some active lava flows here and there. It looked like Hell. Even more of a hell than Pandora already was.

The Colonel was tasked with going to take the initiative. He couldn’t help but chuckle in his mind through the disappointment that he was being ordered to do the same thing he asked Jake Sully to do in his past life, some fifteen years ago. His mission would be better though, Miles thought. He was more disciplined thank Jake, would have others with him, Wainfleet and Mansk, as well as full and unwavering open support from the RDA’s highest leaders. Still though, this was not at all a mission that Miles wanted. Going to live with some Na'vi?? How could he get his revenge on Sully? Get his son back? At least he knew Spider was safe wherever he was. Probably. Jake and his batshit crazy wife be damned. He then asked an interested question, to help put off that he was greatly dismayed in this assignment.

“Do they have relationships with the other Na’vi?” Miles asked.

“As far as we can tell, no. They may even be considered hostile to other clans. Clans that have been hostile to us.” replied the General.

“Outstanding.” said Miles.

“We will let you regroup here for a few days, as well as give you the full mission brief. We’ll also tell our people already in the area to notify them that you are coming." said the General.

“There are people there?” asked Miles inquisitively.

She answered, “Yes, in and out. Some miners, geologists, and geographic surveyors. That’s how we met them. They'll be back soon.”

“Alright, General.” said Miles.

“That’ll be all Colonel. Get patched up.” remarked the General in a straightforward fashion.

Miles gave the Lieutenant back his tablet, saluted the General from his seated position, and gave golden dagger-eyed looks to Stringer and the other RDA suit which they barely registered, neither of them caring enough to even look up at him in his eyes. The four of them walked out and medical staff who had clearly anxiously been waiting outside the private medical room hastily rushed in to tend to his wounds. Miles, through all his exhaustion, both physical and mental, finally laid down on the soft white, undersized bed, unfazed by his legs hanging off the edge. Not minding the poking and prodding of the doctors and the cutting away of his clothing, he placed his mask over his face, let his eyes shut, and the pain, weight, and screaming of his world pulled him to sleep. He was out.

Posting all A New Mission: Ash to Fire related things under the hashtag #ANMAF.

[measlyscrapofseafood]

drawing my sec unit ocs rn. hope they explode

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

This was definitely easy for Chandini to answer!

Even though she had somewhat of a rivalry with Aurora, she really admired her and understood her circumstances (especially after going through something similar with her own mother) so they never really hated each other. I forgot to add her here but she has a similar relationship with Jackie, one of mutual respect

Sienna ofc she's like Chandini's total opposite and she always respects how positive and friendly Sienna is and how she's able to prioritize friendship. It's low-key a grumpy x sunshine friendship and they're always there for each other

Bryce, OBVIOUSLY they're besties she wouldn't marry someone she wasn't close with because their snarky Book 1 dynamic was such an iconic era tbh

Naveen because how could she not love her grandfather who has always supported her and her aspirations despite her parents' not-so-great relationship?!?!?! And I forgot to add him here but she was close with Ethan too before

Dr. Aaliyah Hadid #1 Chandini x Bryce shipper (white sweater in the edit) is interesting because she's actually an MC and an OC. She's my TNA MC and in my universe, she leaves Sam at the altar (apologizes to Micky and Mason ofc but she couldn't be in a relationship with someone she didn't love entirely). I also wrote him to be much worse than in the TNA books lol for the angst ig. After leaving him, she goes on to become an FBI Profiler at the Behavioral Analysis Unit after getting Ph.Ds in Criminology/Crime Scene Analysis, Forensic Chemistry, and Forensic Toxicology! not me in my Criminal Minds era sorry I wanted to talk about her for a sec. Anyways, Chandini's mom (Aishwarya) was her father's lawyer thus Chandini would visit Liya frequently, making the two of them REALLY close. They actually both wanted to become doctors (and technically they both did just in different fields) and they both had personalities that meshed really well. Liya was one of the few people Chandini would call and confide in about her struggles because she's a really thoughtful listener and good at offering genuine advice. Even after Chandini's at Edenbrook, Liya visits her whenever she can or while she's on a case and teases her about Bryce lol

Oh and I forgot about this OC but her first cousin-ish (ngl I forgot their exact relationship it's been awhile but) Kashmiré Blanche was also a close confidant but Chandini doesn't consider her a bestie since they don't see each other that much since they didn't have a lot of family reunions.

Thank you @jerzwriter for the prompt I literally jumped when I saw this lol. The names in green are the ones in the edit btw since it did ask for only 3 besties lol

Top 3 Thursday - Week 4

Welcome to Top Three Thursday! 💙

FIRST, a few quick rules!

Please reblog your answer - don't create a new post. The point is to keep us all together in one place and to get to know each other.

You can answer any way you like - basic answer, headcanons, fics, moodboards, edits, artwork - be as creative (or not!) as you like.

Pixelberry Choices-related content only.

PLEASE BE KIND! People will have different options, thoughts, headcanons, and likes - and that’s a good thing. Be respectful of one another.

For Week 4 - Alternating back to our MCs

WHO ARE YOUR MCs 3 BEST FRIENDS?

Are they canon characters or OCs you've created? Was this an easy question for your MC to answer - or did they struggle with it?

If you’d like to be added to the tag list, let me know, but anyone can participate! Tags below break. 💙💙💙

@aces-and-angels @alj4890 @aallotarenunelma @angelasscribbles @bebepac @cariantha @coffeeheartaddict2 @cooltuna69 @crazy-loca-blog @headoverheelsforramsey @hopelessromantic1352 @icecoffee90 @karahalloway @korgbelmont @kyra75 @lovealexhunt @missameliep @peonyblossom @peonierose @potionsprefect @princess-geek @queenrileyrose @quixoticdreamer16 @secretaryunpaid @takeharryandgo @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction @tveitertotwrites @twinkleallnight @surrenderronnie1 @jerzwriter-reblogs-asks

[sadistriku]

Julia needs to keep him out of trouble.

[neige-leblanche]

your OCs? 👀 would you like to talk about them?

tamias and mica yes!!! i wrote a really long rant abt mica a while ago that i can try to find in a sec but. =_= the more i write mica the more i realize they r just dimitri fire emblem. anyway i love them + have actually started writing the story theyre in so im gonna talk about them more!!!! as a preface they are both faeries

mica is the child of two war heroes (luckily both alive) who's on their second year in charge of a platoon of newly recruited fey wingsoldiers. they are Extremely socially awkward when it comes to any topic other of spearfighting + military training, until one day they are ordered to preside over the brutal massacre of a human township for food that the fey dont actually need. this traumatizes them and drives them to discover a cursed spear thats possessed by the spirit of the revolutionary who overthrew the fey government about a decade ago. the spear gives them charisma and emotional intelligence they never had whenever they wield it, and in turn urges mica to seek out justice for the humans who are slaughtered. where im at in the story right now theyve resolved to go infiltrate the resurrected government and kill the queen :3 they have a greyish white carapaced body, white hair and eyes, a vein of shimmering silver through one side of their face, and the wings of a dragonfly, and always favor a spear both in training and combat.

tamias is an interesting character!! he's one of the soldiers in mica's unit and even though his skills with a spear are fairly average, he distinguishes himself by being super outgoing with the intimidating general mica and eventually swearing loyalty to their quest of justice. in truth, when he was a child, his sister was betrothed to the faery princess and lived in the old court, and wrote letters to him detailing her life. though tamias is grown up and his sister died in the fall of the court, he privately holds her childhood faith and idealism up passionately, and wishes to achieve virtuous glory in her stead. he admires mica tremendously, which is a mix of him thinking mica the pure-hearted general would be a valid part of the ideal government he secretly wishes existed, and his optimistic outlook toward life and the people in it. he comes from the woods and has orangey brown eyes and the wings of a finch; also he fights with a bow!

edit heres the mica essay from before i started writing lol

[muimui-enie]

Not me wanting to make an Enstars OC and unit.

Yeah, I totally want to make one sksks but all I have is a concept for OC. (Warning: Cringe and death)

The OC is part of the producer course and she looks up and worries about Anzu a lot but imma push that aside for a sec to talk about OC herself.

She’s like your average everyday person so she’s plain and ordinary(in her opinion). I mean like she doesn’t have things she excels at and she’s as nice as any person is expected to be; along with a normal motivation for producing(make money to live). Her likes and dislikes aren’t strange even if she is more into horror related things and her standards for “cute” may be a bit... odd...

Moving from that on to something different, she doesn’t have any family nor relatives. Her mother died when OC was birthed and her father died from overwork. She doesn’t have any particular feelings for her mom but does think she was a nice person from how OC’s father described her. Her father was awkward with his signs of affection towards OC but she was fine with it since she knew he loved her anyways. She was fine with him working often as well but would tell him to rest whenever he could; she expected him to manage just fine with his workload. But a month before her first day in Yumenosaki Academy... He died, he was found dead in his office from overwork. OC was devastated from the news but still tried her best to keep it together since she would be enrolling into the academy soon and she now had to figure out how to live by herself if she could.

Her friend (who I will totally make into an idol for the unit she produces) offers to let stay her at their house with his parents. She agrees since it’d be easier on her than living on her own though she does feel a bit bad about it since it makes her feel like she’s freeloading. (Gonna skip forward to yumenosaki now, this is also where everyone is in !! time btw)

She’s in Yumenosaki with her friend and is producing for their unit as well. (Now I get to write how she meets with Anzu :D) She didn’t really engage much with Anzu at first, OC only interacted with her whenever Anzu was around other producers or just by chance. She thought Anzu was pretty ordinary(not a bad thing) and rather quiet since she didn’t spoke often during their encounters. Overall her impression of her was OK. She often hears about how other students talk about her and it makes OC respect her the same as them. After awhile OC may start looking for Anzu on advice for her unit(Anzu is very experience after all) and whenever she does find Anzu; Anzu is always working but still gives advice to help her and her unit. From seeing how often she working and how much effort she puts into it causes OC to worry about her whilst looking up to her.

Looking up her to for the fact that she is capable of sewing outfits, make songs, manage events, etc etc(OC can’t sew to save her life). But worrying due to how much she is overworking herself like her father did not long ago so OC tries to tell Anzu to rest and all that(but she already had this spiel from her idols so yeahhh). When OC realizes Anzu hasn’t changed her work pace she decides to intervene under the pretense that she is just trying to gain experience of being a producer and that Anzu can just help her guide with while she does the work for her. It doesn’t work all the time but Anzu does relent sometimes and lets her “gain experience” working as a producer. Basically a Senpai Kouhai kinda thing. Also from this work she starts seeing more of Anzu thereby seeing more of her personality than just beyond what she had before.

To be honest, I don’t think OC would interact with other ES idols from !! unless Anzu is around lol. OC would most likely just be around her unit and Anzu cause of obvious reasons, Also OC may be a bit mean to the ES idols cause a part of her feels like they are underappreciating Anzu but she does try her best not to judge their relationships from the surface(especially since she hasn’t had many interactions with them). She just hopes that her friends won’t let her fall the same way her father did if she her help wasn’t enough.