#shes actually an old oc from when i was like in middle school so pre-ice spice fkgjfgk

[sojutrait]

number 1 ice spice enjoyer

[ageofevermore]

an update on how my oc's are getting along during this pandemic :)

Harry and Goldie: this man is absolutely loving the time he gets to spend with you and your little love! sure, now he's going out and about between the states and your flat back in london, but he absolutely adored the few uninterrupted months he got to spend with the both of you. goldie is just over two and a half years old when quarantine begins, so you and harry decide it's a good time to start potty training. she hates it at first, mostly because the sound of the toilet flushing is intimidating, but soon she learns that harry will sing over the loud sound. you almost rolled your eyes allowed the first time you watched your husband sing beside the toilet, clapping his hands and blowing into a blue harmonica between words.

the three of you also become a family of four, well five if were counting the goldfish named finn. you get pregnant just after march, and your finding out in a few days the gender...it's a little girl. even before you know though, harry has deemed your little one bowie. the baby inside of you loves grilled cheese and tomatoes, which you were never fond of, and is guaranteed to start moving around when music is played. the first time harry realized this, his head was in your lap and david bowie was playing on vinyl.

"did ya feel that, lovie?" he looked up with wide eyes and a glowing grin, "bunny likes himself some bowie."

"who said it's a boy harry?" you bit back, a smile on your lips.

"we already got a girl, it's only fair, love." he mumbled back before pressing his lips to the skin of your bare belly, not just popping but definitely not as tight as it was, "hi, bowie. ya gonna be my music partner? i think yeh big sister might have a fit."

but quarantine also came with struggles. goldie didn't understand why she couldn't bounce back and forth between your flat and anne's house, and she definitely didn't understand why you were no longer going to the pack every afternoon with a packed lunch and a plan to stop at the ice cream shop and collect a blue popsicle. she had thrown a fit at harry's feet for six days before moving along to the next obsession -- which happened to be styling harry's growing hair into a messy ponytail, or unicorn horn as she deemed through giggles.

Ellie McCall: ellie and liam are doing great! they've taken this time to just sit back and actually enjoy each others company. ellie's fresh out of college and beside stiles at the FBI, working as a medically trained field agent. her brothers best friend was less then happy when he realized that the younger girl was moving up in the program quicker then he could. ellie and liam are ready to start a family, though they don't look to be having any luck. when they do get pregnant though, ellie immediately worries that she's going to have to push a werewolf sized baby out of her. it takes seven calls to deaton and three voice mails to derek to assure her that the baby will be normal sized, and lacking in supernatural abilities until he's at least a toddler. oh yeah, it's a baby boy that is immediately named called brett dunbar.

though ellie and liam are enjoying the time home, it does bring ellie into a darker headspace. she dwells over allison and what her best friend might have been doing, and she can't help but think about boyd and erica. even matt crosses her mind a few times before she wiggles into bed besides liam and falls asleep with his heartbeat in her ear. liam isn't oblivious to her suffering, but it's apparent he doesn't know how to help. he sits were her sometimes when she's just staring out of the living room window, and makes her a cup of tea, because recently she's grown to hate the taste of coffee. he just lets her know that he's with her, and even though they're along in DC, she isn't actually alone.

Dylan O'Brien, Chloe O'Brien, and Maisie O'Brien: the trio is so good! dylan is so glad to finally be home with his girls for longer then a couple of broken up weeks. he can't remember the last time he was truly free to just be a dad and a husband. yes, chloe and dylan got married. it was a few weeks before the new year that they celebrated two months married. dylan's glad they waited so long, because the image of his daughter walking down the isle never fails to bring tears to his eyes. mae's just over four and a half, so she was in pre-school when everything started shutting down. she cried for weeks about missing her friends, clinging to dylan's torso for hours until she could be persuaded into walking on her own.

mae was a busybody, which meant keeping her home all day every day was hard. dylan was a personal jungle gym at this point, having bruises and cuts littering his arms and legs from how frequently he was used as a latter or slide. he wouldn't have it any other way though, loving that himself alone could entertain maisie for hours. what was hard about being home was finding alone time. the little one chloe and dylan shared loved to sneak into bed with them at two am, meaning that any passionate love making was rushed and done half dressed. it really wasn't passionate, but it quenched the thirst that would build after days of thick sexual tension.

every morning dylan would wake up after chloe and mae, coming down to plates of fresh fruit and pancakes. chloe didn't mind the big breakfast, giving her something to do other then stare at the wall or sing along to frozen for the umpteenth time that week. she had tried to get mae into something else after watching it seven times in a day, but the littler girl had crawled into her fathers laps with pleading eyes and a frown, sweetly asking if he could turn on anna and elsa when you were in the bathroom. it was no surprise that he cracked under the pressure, wanting nothing more then to be mae's best friend even when he knew a movie couldn't hurt her.

chloe's favorite thing about it all though had to be waking up in the middle of the night to cold sheets. she would leave the bedroom confused, having remembered falling alseep in dylan's arms, but in no time she would find her husband and daughter either in the kitchen eating ice cream, or cuddled up together in a toddler sized bed happily asleep. she would selfishly take a few more months of this isolation if it meant making more magical memories.

Emma James and Dylan Sprayberry: emma and dylan are great! they've started wedding planning, and have been using this time to finally finish moving into their house! emma was sad to let go of her first home with everly, but she comes to love their newly purchased home in SoCal even more. emma and ellery have been besties this entire time! it's not often that the two of them are apart, finding it a comfort to have some sort of daily routine that helps them stay mentally okay. emma is more then glad to have dylan by her side at home, but she needs more then her fiancé to keep a level head.

emma doesn't have any upcoming projects, instead taking the time to work on herself and her mom life. everly james is everything to her! the little beauty who looks just like her mother is just under two years old when this pandemic really cracks down on california, and it takes a toll on emma when they're forced to spend her second birthday with just dylan's sister and mother.

emma tries her hardest to keep in contact with holland and crystal, often having facetime calls scheduled. she misses seeing her friends faces every day, but knows that their reunion will be so much sweater once everything is safe and reopened.

Scotland Reilly and Dylan O'Brien: i haven't introduced scotland to this blog yet, but she's my little bean, and the irl oc for leila martin! anyways, scotland and dylan have been so good and really enjoyed being home together for longer then a few weeks or broken apart months! they're coming up on their seventh dating anniversary, and beginning to talk about what the next step might look like. they're been living together since season two of teen wolf, which was a year before they started dating, but neither one is completely sold on whether they want to go through with marriage. they have no doubt that the rest of their lives will be spent happily together and as one, but the idea of getting married never really stuck out to them!

scotland has an eating disorder that goes hand in hand with OCD that manifested after a childhood of travel between modeling jobs and bicoastal co-parenting. she's been strictly a vegan for almost nine years as a way to ensure that she's always healthy and so she doesn't feel to guilt about the foods she's eating, but recently she's started to introduce chicken (which dylan is absolutely thrilled about) fish, and a few dairy products. being home has given her the chance to actually feel comfortable with how far she's willing to push past her comfort zones and find new things out about herself. she's also overly plagued by baby fever!

she had her head on dylan's chest one afternoon, scrolling through moodboard on her pintrest account when the cutest pastel themed nursery caught her attention. they're in no way ready for a baby, but scotland can just imagine a tiny baby the two of them sharing her eyes and strawberry hair but every other quality being strictly dylan's. they both think a baby is the perfect next step, but in a few years time when hopefully the pandemic has calmed down and it's not so high risk.

the conversation goes like that:

"baby." scotland coos, looking up at dylan whose entire focus is on the old baseball game. he hummed in her general direction, his fingers brushing through her hair absentmindedly. "can we have a baby?"

he has to pause the game after that question, his whiskey eyes wide and caught off guard. scotland giggles at his reaction, pressing a kiss to the dip between his collarbone, "not right now, silly! but one day, can we?"

they'd never really talked about kids. dylan knew she wanted a few, having grown up with a large family, but they were both at the high of their career and never had time to imagine little hands and feet.

"one day." he promises gently, "i'd like that."

[mojave-musing]

Fallout oc interview

I saw @tarberrymentats do this and I want to do it too cause I have no impulse control

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

I tag anyone who wants to do this!

1. What is your name?

”Audrey Harper.” Audrey pauses, “My married name was Anderson, but I’ve dropped that since coming from the vault.”

2. How old are you?

“30 when I went into the vault. I guess officially you have to add two hundred so years”

3. What do you look like?

“Blue-Green eyes, dark hair. I have a break in my nose that didn’t heal right, I got it from a scrap in grade school; but my glasses usually cover that up.”

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now?

“I was born in New York, raised in Boston my whole life. Now I’m living in the middle of Fenway park.” Audrey smiles. “Right next third base.”

5. What was your childhood like?

“It was alright.” Audrey shrugges her shoulders. “My family was well off, but it was easy even at a young age to see what the world was coming to. Mom and Dad took very good care of me though, I wanted for nothing.”

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

“The Minutemen took me in as soon as I can out of the vault, gave me firm standing in this new world.” Audrey glances away for a moment, “I—uh—I also have worked with the Railroad a few times. Trying to track Kellogg.”

7. Tell me about your best friend.

“Kerry Long would be my best friend.” Audrey smiles, “She’s the one who found me up at the vault entrance and she taught me how to use a pistol. Kerry is a very strong woman, I have got to say I admire her.”

((Kerry Long belongs to @abstract-apocalypse ))

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

Audrey tenses, clamming up.

“I—I have a son out there somewhere.”

9. What about a partner or partners?

“Not anyone at the moment.” Audrey blushes. “There is hope for the future, though.”

10. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

“I have met a knight or two that were patrolling with the Minutemen.” Audrey frowns, “I can’t say I’ve very fond of them. They are extremely rude to Nick.”

11. Who are your enemies, and why?

“The Institute. But they are everyone’s enemy.”

12. What about The Enclave?

“The Who?”

13. How do you feel about Super Mutants?

“They are something I’m not fond of running into. I’ve never run faster than when a suicider was after me.”

14. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

“Nope. Don’t want to.”

15. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

“When I was in Sanctuary a group of raiders decided to attack a fully fortified settlement. I didn’t do any fighting myself but it was so impressive watching the Minutemen fighting.”

16. Do you like fighting?

Audrey frowns, “Not really. I don’t feel cut out for it.”

17. What’s your weapon of choice?

“I use a pipe pistol Kerry gave to me. It’s not much but it can stop a raider.”

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

“A partial college education doesn’t really do me much good in the wasteland, but I feel like it’s given me enough smarts to get by.” Audrey shrugs, “I feel like I get lucky most of the time.”

((S3 P6 E5 C7 I8 A6 L9))

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

“Yes...,” Audrey trails off. “I’m not very fond of them. Brings back bad memories.”

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

“Rad-X and Rad-a-way are pretty effective. Mostly I just stick to Diamond City so I don’t have to worry about it too much.”

21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

“They usually are the same as they were before, but I still love dogs.”

22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

“Radroaches. They were terrible when they were small and even worse now that they are big.”

23. How do you feel about robots?

Audrey smiles, “I like them. Some have quite the personalities.”

24. How many caps do you have on you right now?

“Uh,” Audrey pulls some out of her pocket and counts them out. “Ten.”

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

“I was actually fond of Sunset before the war. My family had travelled out west once and it was my favorite drink. Didn’t have it back East and Nuka Wild doesn’t come close.”

26. Do you do chems?

“Nope.”

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

“Sometimes.” Audrey smiles fondly. “It had it’s problems and I know it was doomed but it’s hard not to miss it.”

“The little things like having ice cream on a hot day, getting dressed up to go on a movie date. Just the little mundane things.”

28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

“There are a lot of things I regret. I wish I would have confronted my husband about his cheating. I wish I wouldn’t have stopped school to be with him.” Audrey sighs, “Nothing I can do about it now though. I can only move forward.”

29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

“Is surviving an achievement?” Audrey smiles. “For a pre-war housewife, who just had a baby and is out of shape, I am fairing better than I ever thought I would.

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

“I want my son...,” Audrey frowns. “Or at the very least answers. I want to maybe settle down with someone... be at peace after all of this.”

[barenjunges]

lonely bottles - infamous

infamous  2289 words third person limited pov present tense content warnings under cut

It’s what he sees before he closes his eyes to sleep at night, and that moment of twilight before he drifts off is his favorite time of day - he loves that sleepy feeling, and knowing that his worries can wait until tomorrow. 

content warnings: mentions of physical parental abuse, trans male issues

author’s notes: this is, like, pre-whump. the whump is upcoming. whumpcoming. um, i’m still creating with these ocs on the fly so you’re definitely witnessing something chaotic here. i make stuff up as i go along which is really unlike my usual style, so i’m going to screw up, it’s an inevitability, but i do have a page of notes to refer back to so hopefully it’ll be few and far between. anyway, this is pretty tame but i’m expecting these two to get pretty unhealthy later on so if that’ll bother you, steer clear!

ETA- my formatting isn’t transferring over correctly. i’ll. have to fix that.

The reason this particular meetcute is so important to Schuylar is because they usually happen when he’s wasted, late on a Thursday night, in a stranger’s home. He’s always sort of been the type to read his horoscope, hoping it’ll give him some hint as to when he’ll find his soulmate. He knows 20 is young technically, but these days it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and he’s starting to worry it’ll never happen. He’s worried he won’t find the love of his life while he’s sweaty and moving his hips erratically, as is his form of “dancing.” He won’t be making vows on his wedding day to the person who found him hunched over a toilet or letting his head sway while seated on a couch. He’ll never sweep anyone away - or be swept away himself - knowing they introduced themselves to each other twice, once at eleven p.m., and once at eleven a.m. the next morning because they couldn’t remember doing it the night before. 

Yeah. This is not that. 

This is a Starbucks, on campus, while he’s doing homework. He’s wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, worrying the straw of his iced coffee and staring at a notebook page full of notes he can’t make anything of. He wrote these. They should make sense to him. But there’s something about Etruscan architecture that evades him. He can’t wrap his head around the concepts he’s supposed to have absorbed. The exam isn’t for another two weeks but that’s why he’s making flash cards now, not that he’s actually crafted one yet. His stack of index cards are sitting next to him and he’s about to start swiping through the photos on his phone that he took of the slides his 68-year-old professor showed to the class. She doesn’t allow computers during lecture so he can’t search for these images while actually taking notes. He has to sneak his phone out every few minutes to take a picture and then match them to his notes. 

It’s an absolutely ludicrous system. But he hates feeling overwhelmed right before a test. And flashcards are helping him in the other classes - though they’re easier to make, given that he can just copy an image of fucking Starry Night and paste it right into his notes when his professors let him type them - so he’s determined to make them for this class, too. 

Anyway. That’s when he meets Thomas. 

Thomas is large. Pretty tall and very muscular, like he goes to the gym regularly, which is something that would do Schuylar some good. Xavier and Henry have an open invitation for him when they go but he’s too lazy and that’s all there is to it. But Thomas clearly enjoys himself to some protein shakes. He’s very tan-skinned and wearing a bright blue Polo when he approaches, which is a good thing because if he’d been covering up just how big his arms are, Schuylar might’ve brushed him off. Then again, the first thing he does is smile, and anyone who wasn’t already done in by those arms definitely would have folded from that smile. 

He’s that kind of cis guy that makes Schuylar madly envious; he wishes so badly sometimes he’d been born with that body. Not because Thomas is sexy - which he is - but because he’s Schuylar’s definition of man. So Schuylar was doomed from the beginning. Not only does he want Thomas’s body, but he wants Thomas’s body, and that’s a dangerous combination. 

He gives Schuylar a simple, “Hi,” and Schuylar doesn’t really move. His lips open up, dropping his straw back into its cup, but he’s sort of blinded by the handsomeness and sits there like a lump, staring. Thomas doesn’t seem to realize Schuylar is so enraptured. 

“Sorry to bother you,” he says. “I just noticed you were struggling with your homework.”

Schuylar, weirdly, hasn’t referred to his studying as “homework” for two years now. He feels like he’s back in high school, though that isn’t really a good thing. 

“No,” he says finally, sitting up straight and pulling his hoodie down. He was sort of slouching, nearly drooling over his laptop and didn’t notice. “I mean - I’m doing fine.”

“I didn’t mean to be a weirdo,” he says. “I’m Thomas.” So that’s when he actually learns his name. “I’m a tutor. So I’m sort of trained to spot these things and just wanted to offer to help. But if you don’t need it, I’ll leave you alone.”

By this point, Schuylar has realized exactly how hot Thomas is and scrambles desperately to get him to stick around. 

“Actually,” he says, putting his hand on the table awkwardly, “I know what I’m doing but I am having some trouble. Just scatterbrained right now.”

That’s when Schuylar has to remind himself that Thomas probably isn’t gay, and if he’s straight, he’s reading him as female. Neither of which are ideal, but there’s really no in between. Most of the time he passes, but every now and then -

But Thomas takes a seat next to him and cuts off that train of thought. 

“What have you got?”

So that’s how Schuylar meets Thomas. That’s how Schuylar’s most infamous meetcute goes down. In the record books, it’ll say, “Location: Starbucks, Time: Tuesday evening, Wearing: stained hoodie and baggy sweatpants.” He wasn’t expecting it; he really thought he’d meet his soulmate at a college party and it would be magical when their eyes met, celestial when they brushed each other’s bands. But no, it was at a four-by-four table in a major coffee shop chain - that’s how he meets him. 

That’s how Schuylar meets the man who ruins his life. 

xxx

He’s incredibly helpful. He doesn’t know art history specifically but he’s great at streamlining the flashcard making process and has amazing handwriting, too. Schuylar tells him to write them all because it’s far more legible than his own and Thomas pulls a calligraphy pen out of his bag and writes Schuylar’s name on an index card, sliding it over to him with a childlike grin. Schuylar hands it back. 

“That’s spelled wrong.”

“No way!” Thomas exclaims. “I was so excited.”

“It’s okay,” Schuylar tells him. “My family is old money. They spell it weird.”

“Alright,” he says, crumpling up the failed index card and grabbing another. “How do you spell it.”

“S-C-H-U-Y-L-A-R.”

Thomas looks down at the index card, then up at Schuylar. 

“And it’s pronounced Sky-ler?”

“It’s old money,” he repeats with a smile. “Dutch. Like, first settlers. The pilgrims who killed Native Americans. For some reason my family is confused why I’m not very proud of that.”

“You a rich boy?”

Schuylar’s heart skips a beat. He reads him as male, so that’s good, but unless he’s bisexual, this still won’t work out. Not that Thomas wants anything but to help him out with schoolwork. Schuylar pretty much thinks about three things: studying, sex, and alcohol. 

“Yep,” he nods. “And that,” he says, pointing at the discarded card, “is spelled wrong.”

Thomas grabs a normal pen and uncrumples the index card. 

“Spell it again.”

Schuylar does, and this time Thomas writes it down in regular ink first. Then he studies it for a moment and Schuylar sits in silence as he tries again. When he presents it to him, Schuylar smiles demurely. 

“So where’d you learn calligraphy?”

“I know a lot of things,” he says. “I was one of those kids who were so smart I got bored in school and had to start teaching myself other things.”

“And you chose calligraphy?”

“Well, I’d already learned three languages,” he says. “I was getting bored of linguistics.”

“So you chose art.”

“Looks like you’re into art yourself,” he says, pointing at the laptop screen. Schuylar looks at it for a moment and then sighs. 

“Yeah, I’m an art major,” he says. “Not very good, though. I just pass classes because I work hard and they feel bad for me but I don’t have the… capacity to be a tortured artist. Some of these kids… they never do the homework but then they make these amazing paintings in forty minutes and explain them and it’s like, how are humans capable of this?”

“And you’re not like that?”

“Nah,” Schuylar says. “I’m just trying to graduate. I need something to do before my trust fund kicks in.”

“Oh,” Thomas says slyly, “never gonna work a day in your life, huh?”

“No, I am,” he frowns. “I just don’t know what I wanna do yet.”

“So art is just your stalling tactic?”

“I’d like to be good at art,” he shrugs. “I’m hoping I can just be a docent or something.”

“Let me see something.”

“What?”

“Let me see your art.”

“I don’t have any. My portfolio’s at home.”

“You don’t have any photos?”

“Ugh, fine,” Schuylar says, drawing a grin from Thomas. He goes to his desktop then to a folder buried deep within the confines of his hard drive. He’s been really into textiles lately but he doesn’t have much to show for it, so he just searches for his best work. A painting from sophomore year. “Here.”

Thomas leans in. 

“Oh, shit,” he says. He studies it for a few moments. It’s just a still life. A corner of his room he sees from his bed, when he’s laying in the middle of it, clutching his back, crying. The blurriness just seems stylistic to everyone else - even his professor. But Xavier understood on a visceral level and it only took Henry a few moments to gather what it was, too. And when it clicked for him, he winced as if he belt had struck his back instead. 

“It’s just a still life.”

That’s what Schuylar tells people. It’s just a still life. And people believe him because what else are they supposed to think? In his afterword, he wrote that it’s what he sees before he closes his eyes to sleep at night, and that moment of twilight before he drifts off is his favorite time of day - he loves that sleepy feeling, and knowing that his worries can wait until tomorrow. “Very relatable,” his professor had said. He’d beamed at the praise until he remembered it was a lie. 

“It’s good though,” Thomas says. “Stylistically, but also in terms of… space. You probably do really good realism.”

“I mostly focus on color,” Schuylar shrugs. “I took a test once that said I see color better than ninety percent of the population.”

“How do they measure that?”

“They give you four squares and you have to pick the color that’s not like the other. Then they give you six squares and the colors are a little bit more similar and you do the same thing. You do it until you can’t tell the different color anymore.”

“How many boxes did you get to?”

“A hundred and forty.”

“What?!” Thomas exclaims. “And I was gonna brag about being one level away from Mensa.”

“What?” you say. “Isn’t Mensa like, the top two percent of the population?”

“Yeah, I’m in the top ten of people who have taken the test.”

“Jesus, that’s way more impressive than fucking knowing the difference between lavender and lilac.”

“Well, I’m color blind,” Thomas says. “I think I’d prefer to see color than be a genius.”

Schuylar doesn’t say anything but when he thinks about it, he does too. 

Thomas helps him finish his flashcards and then writes his number down on one. Schuylar takes it shyly and stares at it for a few moments. Most straight guys get weirded out when he tells them he identifies as male. A lot of gay guys are disappointed when he says he has a pussy. So there’s really no good way to do this, and Schuylar has never been one for tact. 

“Are you giving me your number to call for tutoring?” he asks. “Or is this a social index card?”

“Social,” he says. Which is nice, but now comes the hard part. “You can even think of it as a flirting index card if you want. But if you don’t, that’s okay, too.”

Schuylar smiles. God, this always sucks so much. 

“Are you gay?”

“Yeah,” Thomas says. “You’re straight?”

“I’m bi,” he tells him, “but… I’m trans.”

Thomas doesn’t respond, but he certainly seems put out. . 

“So… I mean, we can still hang out. But if you want, you know… dick.”

“Oh, wait,” Thomas says. “You’re a trans… guy.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay,” he nods. “Sorry. I thought you meant you were a chick.”

“I’m - I am a chick. Under my clothes.”

“I know, I mean… you’re a dude though, yeah?”

“I identify as one.”

“Then you’re a dude,” Thomas smiles. It’s so warm and Schuylar’s face heats up. “I’m pretty exclusively into guys.”

“So it’s okay that I have a pussy?”

Thomas laughs. 

“It’s not my place to say your body isn’t okay.”

“But you’re still interested?”

“Yeah.”

“So this is still a flirting index card?”

“Yeah,” he smiles. “It’s the last flash card in your deck. Here.”

He takes it back. He uncaps his pen and writes something on the other side, then slides it over to you once more. It says, “The phone number of the most handsome guy I’ve ever met,” and Schuylar rolls his eyes, but his big, doofy grin betrays him. 

“Study it,” he says. “If you don’t want to text me, you don’t have to. But I’ll be disappointed.”

Schuylar puts it with the rest of his flashcards before wrapping a rubber band around them. 

“I’ll text you.”

When Thomas smiles, it’s like looking into the sun - it makes Schuylar feel warm now, but man, is it gonna hurt later. 

[kierarutherford]

10 Questions Ask Meme

Rules:Answer 10 questions and then come up with another 10 questions for the people you tag!

Was tagged by @princessvicky01​ so let’s keep this rolling

Favorite small town? Real or fictional. - I live in a small town, and have lived in many but none have ever been a favorite. SO I suppose I would love to check out the small town of Honnleath (pre-darkaspawn)

Video game or DLC you’re most looking forward to right now? (sans DA4) - I have yet to purchase it and it haunts my dreams. I am aiming to get my hands on the Witcher DLCs. 

Favorite fictional world? (i.e.: Middle Earth, Thedas, etc.) Why? - to be fair I have two. One would have to be Thedas as I it holds my OCs and a special Commander. The second would have to be Witcher’s world (don’t remember what the whole place is called. TOO many city/towns to name.) Great, indepth lore and creatures.

Where/what was the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had? If you don’t drink coffee, what’s the best meal you’ve ever head? - Best cup, uh... I have never had a “best” cup of coffee anywhere out but the morning back home after my daughter was born. The first sip of freshly brewed coffee brought to me, while holding my little girl. That may be the best sip ever.

Where/when do you do your best daydreaming?   When I lay in bed. I daydream myself to sleep. Putting myself in the shoes of my OCs and trying to figure out how they would react. There is a tiny piece of me in each of them. 

Favorite TV show right now? I don’t really watch a lot of tv. Right now I’m addicted to Live PD (probably only in countries with A&E)

Is your canon Inquisitor reluctant about their power, or do they embrace it full-force, or something in-between? Kiera takes the reigns as she was a First to her clan and much was always expected of her. It is simply a tool to aid those in need. Diana- she hated it. Her personal “night light” she called it many times. Trying to deflect the horror and personal irritation. Hyacinth - she was unsure of it but as long as she can heal and help, she makes due.

What’s the best purchase you’ve ever made? I shop on bargains all the time. So I really can’t pin point that one awesome score. I would say my proudest was netting a $45 sweater for my daughter (in-store) for $4.99. I do love hunting through clearance racks.

Favorite or go-to clothing brand/designer/store? I am not loyal to any brand per say. I sale hunt. I prefer to hunt at Old Navy currently but the winds may change.

Are there any popular TV or video game character arcs that really bother you? How would you change them, if you could? - The one that stuck with me over the years was the ending arc of Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time. There was SOO much room to do something there and they did a hack ending (in my opinion.) Played it multiple times and it always stuck with me. (Also my first -he should have totally gotten the girl- grumble fest) 

@fereldenpeach questions

If you could trade places with a fictional character for a day, who would you pick and why? - Diana Trevelyan. She’s tough, quick witted and scandalous. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to do whatever she has to to get it. Her relationship with Cullen is deep and runs on lewd at times. I envy her free spirit and openness.

What’s your favorite vacation memory? - Too many. We always made a trek to visit my grandparents as a child and those moments (while colourful) always stuck with me. 

What’s your go-to alcoholic beverage? Don’t drink? What’s your favorite smoothie or milkshake? If I drink (I do enjoy a good drink- perhaps too often) I like coolers or my mix. Ginger ale, grapefruit juice and Canada Club whiskey. Extra ice. I’m an ice chewer

When did you have your first kiss? I was fourteen, he was my first boyfriend and it just happened. I do remember it being a wondrous moment. All teeth, tongues and lips. He was more experienced than I, and it was grand. 

Who was your first fictional crush and why? lol so totally nerdy! I was in love with Link from Legend of Zelda and Carth Onasi from Knights of the Old Republic. I wrote a HUGE fanfic (printed in a book in my closet today). It has never seen the light of day lol 

What’s your favorite Dragon Age mod that you use? Don’t use mods? What’s your favorite outfit from the game’s options? - I have to admit I love the Spoils of the Qunari, wrap thing. lol I made my own in several colours down in the Undercroft.

What (or who) was the gateway to joining the DA fandom on Tumblr? I don’t really know? I was creeping around the internet, dying for more Cullen things when I stumbled upon @khirsahle​ amazing fic and I believe there was a mention somewhere of a tumblr. So I boldly decided I wanted to write, and get on this tumblr and find my like minded Cullenites and bask in the delicious man. 

Name three things you absolutely can’t live without and tell us why. ah hard one. I am a travel light person. 1 - my phone, it is my day planner, alarm, watch, contacts to my parents, camera, etc. 2- Comfy runners. I have terribly sensitive feet and wear shoes all the time. Without them I’d have horridly sore feet. 3 -caffeine. I drink anywhere from half a pot of coffee to a full pot of tea a day. My tea pot is a 12 cup size lol. I’m a mom of 3. I NEED caffeine.  

When did you first start playing Dragon Age? Which game did you start with and have you played all of them?  I have been here since the beginning in Dragon Age addictive hell. I played the first, it’s dlc, then Awakening, then 2, it’s DLC and now Inquisition and it’s DLC. I actually had to create room on my xbox to play Origins because I had over 38 saved characters. Wiped them all out and repeated that 3 more times. lol Of those play throughs I only romanced Zevran once. All others were Alistair.

What’s a project you’re really proud of? Where Flowers Dare to Bloom. It has hurt me and healed me in so many places. It has been a personal healing tool and the next couple chapters are currently cleansing my soul.

Here are @princessvicky01​ 10 :

1) What was your first pet? If you’ve never had one is their one you would like? My first pet. He was a terrier/poodle/rescue thing. Benji. Loved him till he passed of old age when I was 9. Amazingly well tempered and awesome dog.

2) If you could only replay one game forever, what game would it be? lol that is my life. I literally play games to their disk death. If I was cursed to a single game. I’m picking Dragon Age Inquisition. To forever romance and marry Cullen, please. 

3) What was/is your favourite subject at school?Why? History. I loved it. Especially ancient history. Eqyptian history, medieval history. All of it. Myths and legends. I adored it all.  

4) Do you prefer to be too hot or too cold? I can’t handle heat, so I’d have to say I’d rather be too cold. 

5) Do you have any hobbies? If not is there any you want to try? This is kinda a hobby I suppose. I am a terrible starter to things that I never finish. It is a horrid habit that I do way too often. I crotchet, I knit, I sing (lol fairly well too), I used to play in photoshop, games, play baseball.. I’m everywhere and no where.

6) Whats your favourite restaurant/eat out food - Italian, Chinese, Mexican ect I love Italian. Pasta. I am addicted to pasta. Fetticine Alfredo, spaghetti and marinara sauce. Yes please.

7) Mages or Templars? Why? Mages. To be sent away from family at such young ages, forced into a stone prison. It’s heart breaking. All because they are different. Never nullified the Circle in any play throughs. I can’t kill children just because they can hold fire in their palms. Teach them, let them live and let them help!  

8) Favourite film/movie genre? I’m not a film person really. I do watch the occasional movie but again I’m all over the place. Favourite of all time; Robin Hood- Men in Tights. A Mel Brooke’s picture. 

9)  Whats your spirit animal/daemon aka the one that represents your personality? A bear. Quite literally lol. Loyal to family, extremely protective and I’ll rip your arms off and feed you to my kids if you mess with them. 

10)  Cullen Rutherford shows up at your house. What do you say/do? Seriously... depending on the situation, I have no idea. I mean, I think we all know what we dream about but reality wise... I honestly don’t know. 

After a mile of questions. Here are mine now lol:

1- Drink lyrium become a Templar or grip a staff and become a Mage. Once you pick you cannot go back. Choice and why?

2- If you could meet anyone of your followers/readers/people you follow, who and why?

3- Dream Cullen date, go!

4- Do you believe readers should comment on your writings? Or are likes/kudos enough?

5- If you had an hour to sit with your favourite character creator from any game, how would you use that time?

6- If you could cosplay one character, who and why?

7- When you sit to write, what is your must haves to work? Coffee/tea, a song, tv in background, what’s your must have thing?

8-Do you follow any of the prominent writters out there? Steven King? R.R Martin? J.K. Rowling? If so, who and why? If not, who would you love to sit and chat with?

9- What time do you feel is the best for your writing? How long do you write for?

10- If you could make one wish come true, but for only one full day, what would you wish for?

Tagging @daisytje @angyvalentine @dorianofminrathous @omnipotentoverlord @queenmelisende @ma-sulevin

[kurogabae]

An Incomplete List of OCs

From as far back in my childhood as I can remember with minimal touch ups (major touch ups to come most likely since I kinda wanna try to start doing original stuff more). Enjoy the trip. These are not in order of creation, just in order of which groups I remember first. feel free to ask about any of them.

Dragon girls and friends OCs from pre- and through middle school (working title: Here be Dragons)

Aella - wind/air dragon. very sweet and kind and edging on dangerously naive. accidentally brutally honest. trusts firsts and strongly, but once trust is lost it’s near impossibly to regain. pacifist. enjoys spicy foods. iconic for dressing in fluff and frills. thicc. do not make fun of the plushes. just don’t.

Cyra - water/ice/weather dragon. gay. like really gay. probably bleeds plaid. easy going but comes off as cold/bored/uncaring. cares a lot. very superstitious. not so much scared of ghosts as she is very wary and respectful of their ability to win. 

Zinia - earth/plant/nature dragon. bookish. would rather read than kiss you. can speak to animals. kinda wishes she couldn’t. can and will thrown down at a moment’s notice. never starts fights but always finishes them. expressive. high strung. caffeinated. naps in bushes. 

Fia - sun/fire/lightning dragon. sporty shorty. #nofilter. doesn’t think before she speaks. fear is a four letter word. stress cooks. might have a slight weapon fetish you have no proof. would totally date a demon. 

Tokala - fox demon/mountain guardian spirit. was a fox that died and was given powers through the thirst for vengeance of those hurt by humans taking advantage of the mountainside. known as a myth by the people who live near the mountains. not a myth. has a large body count but stopped killing humans when they stopped ruining the mountain. playful but quick to anger. lonely. 

Chay - fairy. trickster. more trouble than they’re worth. full of information that’s not easy to get. full neutral. obsessed with humans and human objects. easily bored. even more easily insulted. strong. smol. 

Jane - human. very very nosy. dying. has no sense of caution of self preservation. comes from a good family. avoids them. shoulders 110% of everything. determined. hardworking. self destructive when upset. always smiling.

Demon Hunter Remix -- characters i’ve removed from an old high school RP

Naomi - child of a clan of demon hunters. survivor of the massacre of her family alongside her grandmother. angry. vengeful. sees the world in black and white. gifted hunter. terribly awkward human. would like to be friends but can’t quite manage. looking to bring down the government demon hunting faction that took out her family.

Rose - mystery child. government experiment. meant to be a weapon combining human soldiers and demonic powers. marked a failure and sent to her death, saved by Naomi. on the run. aiding Naomi in her goals for lack of her own. might have strange powers due to experiments.

Raguel - angel of justice. not an angel. summoned by Rose and Naomi during their escape from the testing facility. not actually summoned by them so much as released from the sealing spell they were trapped in. owes Naomi and Rose and agrees to help. cannot remain on the human plain for long. 

Grandmother - Naomi’s grandmother. second survivor of the massacre. conditions Naomi for revenge. ruthless. powerful magic. frail body. wise and dangerous. all about that anarchy. hates demons more than Naomi. basically racist old lady. but with magic and demons instead of lynch mobs and black people. 

Sofia - enchantress. works with paper and ink. anti-government. pro-demon. at odds with Naomi. loves life. familiar with the night life. #yolo. knows everyone who’s anyone. generally liked. not powerful but crafty. twin sister to Das.

Das - keeper. stores knowledge via magic. neutral to government and demons. pro-Sofia. easy going. prefers a hermit-like lifestyle when not collecting information. knows everything about everyone. even the nobodies. seems constantly disconnected. is actually constantly connected, just elsewhere. twin brother to Sofia.

The Mortal God

Jada - the mortal goddess. 

Isa - the half breed.

Amari - the pure of heart.

Hugo - the historian.

Sonya - Jada’s mother.

Chimera - creators of the Empty.

Empty - suffering and mobile human corpses. 

OCs without proper homes

Maria - Digimon self insert OC. i was 10. she was in love with Ken. in hindsight she was also super in love with Hikari. i made up a Digimon for her that i don’t remember. baby’s first OC tbh

[the-elenari]

OC Interview Meme

1. Pick an original character! 

2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were being interviewed for an article and you were the character/muse.

3. Tag people to do the same: @galadrieljones, @youaremynewdream, @nesahak (not sure if you all have done this or not) and I also tag anyone else following me that wants to do it. I was tagged by @shanayxd (thanks for tagging me!)

My Inquisitor - Isara Lavellan

(I’m going to say that this interview takes place post-Corypheus defeat, and pre-Trespasser.) 1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

She gives a small smile and a polite nod. 

I am Isara of the Lavellan clan.  

2. NO SERIOUSLY WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

She shifts in her seat, but maintains her composure. 

I have given it. 

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

She glances upward as if deep in thought. 

I was named for an ancient Elvhen river, the name itself meaning “the wild”. My grandmother, Keeper Deshanna, suggested the name. My mother was quite fond of it. 

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

Her smile fades a bit, and she hesitates. 

I try to keep my private life... well... private. So I would prefer to skip that question, if you don’t mind. 

5. DO YOU HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

I am an Elemental Rift Mage, which means I’ve dedicated myself to mastering the Fade, as well as magics that relate to fire, ice, and storms. I chose to specialize as a Rift Mage due to my history studying the Fade, and also because of this mark on my hand. 

She raises her left hand, and it surges with verdant light. 

With this mark, I am able to close rifts, and have some other unique abilities associated with it. 

6. STOP BEING A GARY STU.

She raises an eyebrow in confusion.

Excuse me?

7. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

She gives a sly smile.

You can’t tell? They are blue with an amber star around my pupils. 

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

Some would say it’s black, and while it does appear so, it is actually very dark brown. 

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

She nods, and crosses her legs, cupping her interlaced fingers over her top knee. 

As I mentioned, my grandmother is the current Keeper of Clan Lavellan. My mother’s name is Mila, and we write back and forth frequently. I did not really know my father... 

She trails off.

10. I SEE… WHAT ABOUT PETS?

She smiles wide, clearly animals is a good subject for her. 

I cared for an abandoned baby fox when I was about 12 or 13 years old. He was the sweetest thing, and I would have done anything for him. As such, I had to set him free when he was old enough to fend for himself. It broke my heart... but captivity was no place for a free-spirit like him.

She looks down but is still smiling, and adjusts her long dark hair behind a tapered ear.

I truly love animals, and wildlife in general. I haven’t had many pets due to my lifestyle, but I currently have a hart named Iyla. She was my mount during all of our travels with the Inquisition, but I see her as my companion. I’m blessed to have her at my side. 

11. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

Giant spiders. 

She lets out a chuckle. 

Really, you’d think I’d have gotten used to them. I don’t think I ever will. 

12.  DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

I love to play my harp. It was carved from Sylvanwood by my grandfather and was passed down to me. I also love to paint, cook, and garden. I was an herbalist for many years... 

She smiles.

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

I think it’s needless to say that I have hurt many people while leading as the Inquisitor. Regardless of who they were, however much they deserved it, I have robbed people of their future.

She swallows thickly, while looking down at her sleeve.

It is not something I take lightly. But I will say, I have never harmed someone intentionally. 

14. EVER…KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

She looks up, slowly.

Yes.

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

I’ve always been compared to a wolf by my clanmates. 

She smiles slightly, as if pondering.

It was a compliment, for which I’m grateful. Wolves are loyal and beautiful creatures. A symbol of spirit and guardianship. I suppose it fitting due to my task of guarding Thedas as the Inquisitor. 

16. NAME ONE OF YOUR WORST HABITS.

She lets out a deep sigh. 

That would be... overthinking. And suppression. I don’t often share what I am feeling, and the weight of my emotions becomes so heavy. 

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

Very much so. I look up to my advisors. Especially Cassandra. We have had differing views about certain things, but we get along so well because we communicate well. I truly admire her determination and how she has remained free from corruption. She is a gem, truly. 

All of my companions have become dear friends. Those that are still with me...

Her eyes become watery, but she blinks it away. 

...And those that have moved on... I look up to all of them, because they were with me through this. They have all contributed to who I am today, and knowing them has changed my life. 

18. SEXUAL ORIENTATION?

I fall in love with a person’s heart. 

She gestures to her own heart with both hands. 

That is all I will say. 

She gives a genuine smile, though it’s tinged with melancholy. 

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

I never attended a formal school. We received lessons from various elders in the clan. My lessons were a bit different due to my apprenticeship as the Keeper’s Second. 

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

Her gaze seems to go right through the interviewer, and she shrugs.

Who knows? My life is very different from that of a wife and mother. But I won’t rule anything out. 

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

She looks slightly uncomfortable, but again maintains composure remarkably well.

Failure... and loneliness. 

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

I prefer things that are comfortable, and light. I wouldn’t say armor is the most comfortable, but as you can imagine, that has been a major part of my wardrobe for quite some time. If I had my way, I’d be barefoot and naked all day in the forest. 

She laughs heartily. 

I’m sorry, was that too much information?

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

She smiles, and her eyes water. 

I do... Always...

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH/MIDDLE/LOW)

I am Dalish, so I think I am considered of the lowest class, if any at all. But I do not see it that way. I see all people equally. 

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

She settles in her chair, seeming more relaxed.

More now that I ever expected to have in my life. I am... a solitary creature. But I am fortunate to have found friends that I now consider my family. 

26. THOUGHTS ON PIE?

Is it apple? 

She smiles.

27. FAVORITE DRINK?

For all my life, I had been so used to spring water or simple teas. But the cook here in our kitchens makes me the most delicious coffee with hazelnuts. That, and I tried this Orlesian red wine that was quite remarkable. Though I have to be careful with spirits. 

She laughs.

I am a lightweight.

28. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

She seems wistful, and deep in thought.

The forests... The Emerald Graves and The Temple Of Mythal in The Arbor Wilds. Those places long forgotten, or not touched by man. 

29. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

In a lake. I have been swimming in my fair share of lakes. 

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN ANYONE?

She smiles and looks down.

You just keep going there, don’t you? My heart does belong to someone, yes. 

31. WHAT’S YOUR D.CK SIZE?

She squints her eyes, her face twisting in utter confusion.

Are you serious? The last time I checked, I was female. 

32. WELL, WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

The type that doesn’t ask strange questions. 

She lets out a chuckle, but still seems confused. 

AND WHAT ATTRACTS YOU?

She looks through the interviewer again, forlorn and pensive. 

Someone with a good heart and a brilliant mind... that prefers deep conversation to small talk. A person that does not see things in black and white. And beautiful eyes... 

33. ANY FETISHES?

Her face lightens, and she gives an almost wicked smile.

Pass... 

34. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

I don’t understand the first part of that question. I’ll let you guess the rest of it. 

35. CAMPING INDOORS OR OUTDOORS?

Outdoors. I am so used to it that I often feel closed in from sleeping indoors. I often open up all of the windows and doors in my chambers in Skyhold. I love to look at the stars... and feel the breeze coming off of the mountains as I sleep. Camping in Emprise Du Lion could change my mind about that though. We couldn’t get warm enough. 

36. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

Well, I would say you have learned quite a bit about me today. I admit that I wasn’t prepared for certain questions, but this was... interesting. 

She smiles politely.