#strife ii (oc)

[kriegborderlands-moved]

OC MASTERPOST

feel free to ask about any of them whenever!! to be updated whenever i update it

Destiny

vengeance-18 (hunter exo)

lachisyx/lachysix (lightbearer hive wizard turned warlock)

victory-5 (titan exo)

optix (vengeance-18’s ghost)

snapdragon (victory-5’s ghost)

acheron (lachisyx’s ghost)

eridae (oc x canon guy)

Borderlands

ka-BOOM (not her real name)

morgan (not their real name)

snake eyes

strife i

strife ii

jackpot

hackpot

Tf

tailspin (maximal, raccoon alt mode)

gizmo (neutral)

[name pending] (predacon, blue tongued skink alt mode)

the stuff for my original stories is under the cut :)

Uncategorized

brayden “stuntman” grace

axe

spades

debt collector (cooler than he sounds)

Original robot story

sleek

enj

medi

nosfera-2

belial

lucinda-v3

Mortem Amplexus (original universe)

azrael adamantine

avarice

anu

the serpent

sandalphon

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

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- Bite of Cold -

"Just because Raphael must dispose of the many enemies standing between him and his rule of the Hells doesn’t mean he needs to be wasteful.

Or: Raphael presents Evie with some nice, new hides of his enemies furs to fight off the chill of winter that has come to Baldur’s Gate."

Prompt: Warming the Chill

Happy Solstice! I’ve been ill (again) and wanted to write something warm and seasonal between some other stuff.  This installment swings kinda wildly from dark power fantasy to cute fluff to dark/very suggestive romance. :)

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Rating: M / NSFW

Word Count: ~2k

Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon

Tags: POV Raphael; Evie (She/Her Pronouns Used; Has Fox Features); Hellhounds; Dark Romance; Fluff; Indulgent Schmoop; Date Night; Story Time; ❄️ Seasonal Gift Giving 🎁; Raphael’s Theatrics; Raphael Has a Praise Kink if You Look Close; Raphael's Thinly Disguised Size Kink; Devil is Smitten; Only Soft For Her; Devil Courtship

Warnings: Violence & Gore (Skinning an Animal); Murder; Possessive Raphael; Voyeurism; Highly Suggestive Sexual Content (Referenced PiV and Oral - No Sex "On Screen," but Raphael's gratuitous in his language)

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List (contains related prompts)

[Quick Context: After being isekai'd by the nautiloid, Evie spends most of Plots & Prosody Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul.  Once things settle after game events, Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. As somewhat of a demi-ro cinnamon bun, she remains oblivious to Raphael's attempts at courting her and chalks many of his more questionable behaviors up to cultural differences.]

Part of my devil courtship series.

❤️ Thanks for reading! :3 ❤️

It wasn’t often that he fouled his own claws with the mind-numbing task of dispatching pitiful devils but a pair in particular had caught his eye as they skulked about through the shadows, searching for weaknesses and information among his forces to take back to their master.

Winter was blanketing the City of Baldur’s Gate and through the strife and ruinnous magics, a brutal cold had descended upon it.  He recalled the frequent shivers and complaints of the chill from his little fox. Until it was safe to do so with Avernus fully under his reign, he could not move her more permanently into the heat of his home and embrace.

But…

Being a provider of warmth in another manner was the next best option as he continued to woo her.

“You should feel honored.  Your pathetic hide shall now grace another - a gift for the future Archduchess!”

Snapping jaws and sharp claws were no match for him.

He admired the dense, rippling fur of the hellhound within his grip, its toothy maw wide and long tongue lolling about in a manner belying more life than its owner.  Its brethren lie broken and motionless at his feet.

With a surgically careful claw, he sliced and rent the hides from pungent, bloody flesh, uncaring of what became of the mass of slaughtered carcasses dropped to the dirt.  Thrilling, though, it may have been, to skin them alive and shrieking, he decided against chancing anything less than perfect for his gift through their struggles.  Raphael now thought only of how best he should present them to her.

The only challenge due him in this battle had been in avoiding unduly marring the hounds as he struck them down.  A successful endeavor for the hunter!

He had his spoils delivered to a skilled furrier.  After three days' time, he paid them a visit to inspect and collect the final products.

What awaited him were two glossy, soft pelts of midnight black fashioned into a pair of blankets and a scarf that retained their hellish heat and would repel even the harshest of winter chills.

He ran a hand over the finished furs.

Magnificent.

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Wishing to bypass the tedium of being made to wait in her receiving room by her housekeeper, yet still invoke that mystique of a courtly suitor, he arrived, instead, just beyond her balcony doors.  With the curtains drawn open, he was able to silently spy inside her bedroom.

Evie was seated at her vanity readying herself with her back to him.  For their evening out, she had donned a conservative, green, velvet dress and blackened, sheer stockings.  The sash around her slender waist was bowed above the dense fur of her tail, the tip of which swayed just above the floor.  Her fingers worked quickly to thread strands of curling auburn hair into a braid, pinning it behind her ear with a matching bow.  

She did like her pretty collection of hair bows and clips and combs.  

They lent to the air of flirtatiously chaste innocence that he knew merely guised the seductive vixen beneath.  He would look forward to peeling away the layers like gift wrap to reveal the pale flesh beneath later.

Now, as practiced…

He rapped sharply on the glass causing her to whip around in surprise.  The fox lept from her stool and rounded her bed, unlocking the bolt and twisting one of the knobs to push open the door.

She looked up at him with a bright smile and waggle of her tail.  “Hi, there!  Come in, come in.”

“Good evening, my dear,” he returned as he took the door from her and closed out the chill behind himself as he entered her room.  

“A bit early today, yeah?” she teased as she returned to her vanity and prised open a small tin.  “I was just finishing up, though.”  Her finger rubbed a balm into her lips.

A quiet sound directed his attention to an odd contraption sat upon her bedside table that hadn’t been there when he visited the prior tenday.  A large glass container was filled with gently gurgling water and misting it into the room at intervals.  “A new apparatus of yours?”

“A humidifier!” she exclaimed with pride.  “My skin’s gotten so dry with the cold, and I picked up a bit of a morning cough from the dry night air.  It’s helped quite a bit!  Keeps the plants happy, too.  Since I don’t have a giant pool in my bedroom and all.”

He smiled at the ribbing but frowned as another thought occurred to him.  Avernus was inhospitably dry and his pool of restoration served multiple purposes to create comfort within his home, but her bedroom provided there was isolated from it.  His hospitality could not be found wanting by his intended.

“It is a clever thing.  Next you visit my House, let us devise a solution for your quarters.”  Though he could merely provide himself, he did love listening to the unique ways her mind worked.  And allowing her to aid in such decisions bonded her closer to all that would soon be hers.

“It is pretty dry there, too.  I can just make another,” she shrugged.

“I believe we can do better for a more permanent fixture.”  He regathered himself and straightened.  “But that is a distraction for another time - I did arrive early for a reason.”

“Oh?”  Evie canted her head, curiosity piqued.

With a grin, Raphael strode to stand in front of her fireplace, closing her curtains with a snap to set the desired atmosphere.

He heard her quiet gasp, “Story time!”  She picked up her vanity stool and moved it closer to watch raptly.

“As the Avernal sun cast shadows about the desolate land, sneaking from between the depths of ruddy mountain and cliffside, I did spy a pair that moved,” he began his captivating tale.  “Hellhounds!  Intelligence gatherers working fleet on their feet for Archdevil Zariel.  Monstrous canid devils with coats of blackest pitch and glowing maws that spit and drool fire.”  The fire behind him sparked forth embers with his words and she jumped, her eyes wide.

“I, of course, could not allow such beasts to cross the line of battle and weasel their way around my forces!  Away, I lured them, to an outlying crag, whereupon I descended in ambush from the very shadows through which they moved.”  He dimmed the fire and drew forth a clutch of flaming embers into his fist held up in mimicry of one of the hounds’ flaming mouths.

“Though they howled and thrashed their claws about, neither was any match for my might.  But!  As I fought, I took the utmost care to preserve them whole.”  He dropped the embers from his hand and they fell glowing to the floor as they extinguished.  “My enemies were soon crumpled - dead at my feet with nary a scratch upon them thanks to my diligence.”  Arms spread wide, he dipped into a brief bow to signify the end of his short performance and heard her begin to clap.  He then held a finger aloft to pose his question that halted her applause, “And whyever should I have bothered to expend such effort, you may ask?”

He approached Evie, falling to one knee as he brought forth one of the furs with a flourish.  Her lips parted in shock as he draped it about her shoulders.

Dainty hands rose to clutch and pet along the fur in wonder.

“For you, my dear, to chase away the bite of the harsh winter chill that has befallen this city.”

She looked from him to it, appearing unsure.  “For me?  This is…them?”  Torn on the gift?

Smirking at her form swallowed within the dark fur, he replied, “It is, indeed!  Hellhound hides retain their magical properties to produce heat.”  His hand rose again and the rest appeared neatly folded upon her bed.

“Better than letting them go to waste, I suppose,” Evie reasoned to herself as she eyed them, a means to justify acceptance of the gift.  Silly woman, were animals not routinely hunted for their furs and hides and any other parts deemed of use?  These curs should be honored to be repurposed thusly! She brought the fur to her nose and inhaled contentedly.  “It smells like you.”

Inwardly, he thrilled at her obvious approval.

With the fur cloaked around herself, she stood and walked to the bed.  Standing in front of the other furs, Raphael watched as she pitched forward and planted her face into them.  “So warm!” she crooned happily as she rubbed her cheeks against the furs.  “We should go before I fall asleep like this,” Evie warned.

With reluctance, she stood and shook her head.  Pivoting on her heel, she marched to him and threw her arms wide.

Though he was becoming used to her affectionate mannerisms, her sudden embrace was still unexpected.  But not unwelcome.

“Thank-you for the gift and thinking of me, Raphael,” she said into his chest.

“But seriously, we need to go before I doze off.”

He pushed the pelt down from her head. “Mm, should you look closer, there is a scarf atop that pile, so you may still enjoy it when we step out.”

“A scarf!”  Evie pulled away and bounded back to her bed to properly inspect the others.  She unfurled the hound fur from herself and laid it out on the bed.  Picking up the scarf, it was quickly wound around her neck.  “You thought of everything!”

Brimming over with fiery pride and ego, his eyes followed her as she flitted about her room adding rings to her fingers, a bracelet to her wrist, grabbing this and that to shove into her purse - all the while continuing to be very vocal with her praise.  If they did not soon depart, there would be another reason they would not be leaving this room.

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Raphael tipped his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the crackle of the fire and the quiet of a city blanketed by snow.

Beneath the warmth of pillowy covers and new furs, the softness of her bared body pressed against his.  He yet felt the phantom touches of her lips upon his neck and the scrape of her claws across his scalp; heard the echoes of her whimpers and cries; tasted her essence on his tongue.

Impatient was he for her to rouse once more.  His hunger and thirst for her had not yet been sated.

This had been an eventful night of dining, music, and coaxing the fox into the lively steps of a dance.  How he had revelled in the surreptitious glances of envy, lustful stares, and covetous glowers that his date drew.  He commanded her attentions; those bright, glittering eyes ever upon him.  Did she know the desires and appetites she stirred within others?  That every giddy shake of her tail, twirl of her skirts, and murmured moan of delight around the fork passing her lips hardened another member, wetted another sheath?

He could hardly restrain himself to wait until they had returned to this room to lay his claim to her body.

Evie slept soundly at his side, ignorant to the growing number that approached him for her favor, for her access - to use and abuse.  Ah, the wicked and craven fantasies that deluged their tiny minds!

His fingers slid absently through the mussed curls of her hair as he mused personally acting on some of the inspiration gleaned.

They would never know the aroused blush of her heaving bosom, the prick of her fangs, nor the pulsing squeeze of her quim. It was his name she called as she writhed impaled.  It was his seed that now painted the walls of her sacred vault and soaked the sheets beneath them.  None but he would know her softness.

For he was a possessive devil.

[snapdragonling]

oc name meaning

tagged by @aceofwonders. tagging anyone else who sees this and hasn't been tagged yet 🧡

Middy Moorhop

Middy - invented

Moorhop - moor meaning "a tract of open upland, typically covered in heather". i thought moor-hop conjured a cute mental image

Imbris Everloft

Imbris - invented

Everloft - mashup of ever and loft, because air genasi

Sabine Amaretti

Sabine - the name of an ancient Italic tribe, unfortunately perhaps best known for the tale of Sabine women being abducted by Rome

Amaretti - a type of Italian almond biscuit, amaro meaning "bitter"

Ciro Eliades Ozymandias

Ciro - Italian iteration of the Persian name Cyrus ("sun") or the Greek name Cyril ("lordly")

Eliades - patronymic from the Biblical name Elias

Ozymandias - Greek name for the Egyptian pharaoh Ramesses II, made famous by Shelley's poem of the same name

Cian

Cian - Gaelic name meaning "enduring one" or "ancient"

Elodie Callaghan

Elodie - French name meaning "foreign riches"

Callaghan - from the Old Irish ceallach, meaning "contention" or "strife"

[ofduskanddreams]

Trust In My Hate: an Azris /Captive Prince Crossover

I likely won't start truly writing this fic until after What Lies Inside is completed, but I've been having a lot of fun planning, worldbuilding and outlining so I thought I would share some of it (but please note that the content of this post is subject to change, nothing’s final just yet.)

If you aren't familiar with the series, it's the Captive Prince Trilogy by C.S Pacat. [link to Penguin's page for the series here.]

I'm not calling this an AU because I'm not transplanting Azris to the Captive Prince (CaPri) world, nor am I transplanting the CaPri plot into ACOTAR. The world where the fic is set is inspired by both the CaPri and ACOTAR, as you can clearly see in the map below. The characters are maybe 60% ACOTAR, 25% OC, 15% CaPri. The plot is like 60% CaPri, 20% post-canon ACOTAR, 20% original. I essentially threw everything I liked into a blender and made something new.

Find the map and the fic's prologue below the cut! [new map and updated prologue as of 2/22]

Map:

I recommend clicking on the map to view it at a higher resolution.

Prologue:

This will explain the map, I promise.

Excerpts from the Illyrian Chronicle, compiled by Gaspar Kasos for his majesty King Gabriel in the year 207 AL (after liberation.) Long ago, the great Island of Prythian was divided into eight kingdoms. The Kingdom of Andr in the far north, and a coalition of seven kingdoms known collectively as the Courts. There were four seasonal Courts: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter; and three solar Courts known as Dawn, Day, and Night. Five centuries ago, Cornelius II, then the ruler of the Autumn Court, began a campaign of expansion. By the time his great-great-grandson Timothy IV took the throne, the Autumn Court’s power had consumed the other three seasonal Courts. Timothy did not think Andr, that rocky formidable land, worth the resources necessary to claim it and thus turned his gaze to the south.

In response to the growing threat from the north, Dawn allied with Day. Both would remain neutral in the initial conflicts to come which distanced them from the Night Court who stood fixedly against Autumn’s actions. 

Not long after this coalition was formed, a rebellion broke out in Night. For centuries the Night Court’s rulers had oppressed the Illyrian people within their borders, forcing them to live in desolate camps and serve in their armies. Under the leadership of the warrior Enalius, the Illyrians were able to break away from the Night’s oppression. During the revolution they conquered half of Night, establishing the great Kingdom of Illyria as it stands today. 

Though Dawn and Day remained neutral for decades, it would not last. On the Winter Solstice in 57 AL, Autumn spies massacred Dawn's royal line in its entirety, prompting Night to join the Southern Coalition with Day to stand against Autumn and aid in governing Dawn's rulerless territory on the border. 

Thirty-seven years ago the newly crowned King Rholand of Night and King Gabriel of Illyria met on the border at Mount Ramiel to discuss a tentative peace, marking the end of over a century and a half of strife between their lands. Rholand offered Illyria a public apology for Night’s persecution of their people, as well as a generous peace treaty and trade agreement that leaned heavily in Illyria’s favor. It was at this summit when Illyria formally joined the alliance against Autumn and the allied Southern Kingdoms as we know them were formed. The final offering on that celebrated day however, was made by no kingdom but by King Rholand's younger sister.

The Lady Elyssa of Night surprised all of those gathered by offering King Gabriel her hand in marriage, arguing that there would be no better demonstration of this new, peaceful relationship between their kingdoms than joining their houses by blood. Impressed by her eloquence and resolve, and after discussing the terms with Rholand, Gabriel accepted the proposal and the two were wed the following sunset at the grand temple in Illyria’s capital, Ios. 

The three southern rulers of Prythian ensured that their sons and heirs—the Princes Azrelios of Illyria, Rhysand of Night, and Lucien of Day—grew up paying frequent visits between their lands to bolster the trio’s camaraderie. The rulers’ forethought was well rewarded when a brutal battle broke out at Marlas in the borderlands at the eve of this current decade. 

The three young, then untested heirs valiantly led their forces against Autumn’s armies, but the battle only ceased when the Illyria’s Prince met Eren Vanserra, Heir to the Autumn Throne, in single combat and slew him on the battlefield. Eren’s death placed his younger brother Eris next in the line of succession. 

The battle of Marlas shattered over two centuries of relative peace between Autumn and the South. Nine years later, skirmishes are still frequent in the borderlands and tensions between Autumn and the Southern Kingdoms are at an all time high.

If you made it this far, thank you <3 I know I'm a nerd. Yes, I made the map myself and likely spent waaayyyy too much time on it but I think it's pretty cool and I hope it stoked some excitement!

[umbranocturnes]

Valerius Draculya

Character introduction for my OC Valerius the second main character of the novel series I have been developing for many years now behind the scenes. I really enjoy doing character portraits even though they are repetitive. I will post some information below about him if you would like to read! There is also a second version of this portrait where you can see proper colors without the lighting effects.

TW/CW: World War I & II, real history, mentions of nazis/fascism.

Valerius has an extensive history, perhaps some of the longest in my story.

Background

As a mortal man he was quite literally Dracula. Born in December 3rd of 1431 he had a long and strife filled life for a man of his time and possessed a long running list of enemies. He became one of the most notable rulers of his time and depending on who you ask he was a ruthless butcher or a just one. During this time Setheroth Noctus became his closest advisor and confidant. Having known each other since childhood, and having been raised to inherit the position as Valerius' right hand, Setheroth was the only man he trusted fully with his life. The two were inseparable forces, riding into battle together and conversing about all manor of political issues freely, they grew a rather infamous reputation amongst their peers. They both die in battle trying to defend Valerius' kingdom which falls to another shortly after. Terrified that the two would come back from the dead to seek revenge, Ottoman soldiers decapitated and dismembered both men in death. Setheroth would be buried in a deep grave under a tree in a field and what happened to Valerius' body remains unknown.

Something curious happens after Valerius dies. Undead beings are given the choice when they die, to change themselves in ways that wouldn't have been possible in life and to even forget the memories of who they were. Valerius makes the choice to completely change his image, adopting the new name Valerius and burying most memories of his former life starting over new.

Victorian Era

Valerius returns as a vampire during the early Victorian Era where he lives utterly isolated away from society for decades, keeping to the ruins of his old strongholds and forests of what was then Wallachia and Transylvania. Over the course of decades Valerius spends time educating himself on world history and 'modern' advancements in science, medicine, and language changes. He amassed collections of reading material and repaired one of the old fortresses he used to inhabit, taking up residence there. Having lived in isolation for many decades attempting to teach himself how to speak a few languages very rudimentarily he begins to travel to different countries namely Germany and Austria-Hungary meeting other undead beings. He sets his mind on visiting and moving to Great Britain but being out of touch with new laws now governing undead beings and their interactions with humans, he finds himself in trouble with a real estate agent, his wife and their friends. They chase him out of the country all the way back to his fortress and kill him for his crimes, however Valerius would not stay dead.

WWI

He awakens again in 1916 shortly after the Kingdom of Romania declares war on Austria-Hungary during the Great War. He fights alongside Romanian units for a long time careful not to reveal his identity. However, after taking extreme casualties and being one of the last of the unit left alive he leaves and, with great hesitation joins up with the British army resuming the fight now part of a different unit headed by Captain Sheridan Levingston and his Lieutenant Francis Rothwell. He will remain fighting alongside the British army until the end of WWI, growing close to the unit he was part of despite some language barriers.

Following WWI Valerius falls on hard times, living in poverty in Britain due to the demobilization crisis. Being severely injured in the Great War and suffering trauma he once again isolates himself away from society taking up residence in a farmhouse in the countryside that had belonged to a soldier who died in the war. There he struggles to live off the land, scraping by without a job being unhirable in British society. Being a vampire Valerius requires blood to sustain himself, during the war it had been easy enough to obtain but following the war he's forced into stealing it from unsuspecting families in the countryside. When people start experiencing fatigue and illness in large numbers a young freelance doctor is forced to get to the bottom of it, Brahm Faulkner. Brahm's friends who were members of undead hate groups / hunting organizations came to the conclusion the illnesses were due to vampire attacks and Brahm tracked down Valerius to the old farmhouse.

Interwar Years & WWII

Brahm discovering that Valerius is living in poverty and fought in the Great War even having medals to show for it doesn't have the heart to kill him. Instead Brahm offers to help him and Valerius accepts his offer coming to live with Brahm in his small flat. Brahm and Valerius become quite close as Brahm's friends cut him out for 'sparing the life of a monster'. Brahm teaches Valerius many things including how to drive, speak modern English, and the laws governing the undead that Valerius had been unaware of breaking. Valerius eventually starts to assist Brahm with his medical practice running errands for him.

However, as fascism begins to rise into prominence and starts threatening peace in Europe in 1929 Valerius gets a unexpected visit from one of the men he served with during the Great War, Alfred Hackett. Alfred now working in intelligence asks Valerius for his help wanting him to become a spy for the government and go to Germany to keep watch on the newly forming Nazi party. Valerius agrees to it understanding the importance of the assignment and rejoins the army now as a spy and leaves for Germany in 1931. From then on Valerius stays in Germany infiltrating the ranks of the Nazi party reporting his findings back to Alfred in Britain. As war threatens Europe Valerius goes through officer's schooling and climbs the ranks of the Nazis ending up as the head of the undead sector for the army. This puts him in both a unique and precarious situation, placed perfectly to foil nazi plans from the inside saving lives of allied soldiers and partisans alike. Valerius devotes himself to interfering with nazi plans throughout the war and handing over information to the allies at every opportunity despising the Nazis.

Throughout the war he rewrites and interferes with battle plans so that they favor the allies, burns and loses information critical to axis plans, plants misinformation to confuse axis command, assassinates axis commanders, and conducts sabotage operations all in a effort to help the allies from behind enemy lines. He is joined by Setheroth Noctus in 1941 after reuniting under strange circumstances, and following his induction into the SOE, the organization Valerius is also grandfathered into Setheroth assists him in his operations.

Random Facts:

Valerius has a lot of random medical knowledge from reading Brahm's medical notes from university.

The scar over Valerius' eye is from WWI he was gashed by a bayonet. He was also caught out in a gas attack and gave his mask to a human soldier. As a result he suffers permanent lung damage and has issues with them.

Valerius' hobby is working on vehicles having taken a liking to them as technology progressed. He compares it to surgery but without all the risks. He does not allow anyone to drive his cars.

Valerius' main ability is to manipulate iron, he can manipulate it in varying amounts including traces of it present in blood. He can manipulate how it moves and use it as weapons.

Valerius' first language is 'vulgar Latin' as this was the precursor language to Romanian. He can also speak with varying degrees of success and fluency, Romanian, English, German, Turkish, Hungarian and some smaller more regionalized languages.

Valerius is a good cook but almost exclusively over an open fire. It takes him years to get acclimated to using a stove and still prefers to cook over open flame. He likes spicy foods or foods with a lot of flavor and cannot stand overly sweet things.

//Thanks for reading if you made it this far! Valerius is one of my favorite OCs and I enjoyed combining both military history and classic literature into his lore. I have always been obsessed with Dracula as a story, it's one of my favorites and has a lot of influence on my own writing along with the anime Hellsing. This is another version of the image above with the proper colors.

[brokeniisms]

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VIII. When it comes to rping with characters from the same fandom, I roleplay the way I believe they would act with this person based on my idea of their relationship. This does not mean I am forcing you to automatically like/act the same way toward them. It’s just the way I believe they would act towards him/her.

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IX. I am open to any type of threads except extreme gore. Action is fine, and talk of blood is as well but if it goes into great detail I can not handle it. I am very sensitive about it, sorry.

X. If you ever reply to one of my asks, I prefer it if you put it in a separate post c:

XI. Please!!! tag these things if you post them because I am very sensitive: TW: GORE, TW: SPIDERS, TW: BUTTERFLY,  TW: ZOMBIES

XII. While rping Cloud, I have my own headcannons about him.. You do not have to agree with them but please respect them. I also wanna give a shoutout to my one friend who has helped me develop so many of my headcanons. She a real one♥

✶ SHIPPING ✶

XIII. I am open to having relationships built with my muse but please do not force it on me. I’m not trying to be mean, and it does not mean I do not like you. I just believe that our characters need to get to know each-other and develop their relationship. Again, don’t take offence if my muse does not get along with yours.

✶ OTHER ✶

XIV. If you are curious and may think you know me hah, here are my other blogs I used to rp my muses on: Noctis, Yuri, Alm, Aladdin, Cloud, and others but.. So long ago lol.

XV. I will not interact with muses from the following fandoms: fruit basket, anything fully associated with FULL ON horror.. If you are a multi muse and happen to have characters from these fandoms that’s fine, as long as you have others I can interact with.

✶ NSFW ✶

XVI. Mun is of age. Cloud is as well and nsfw may be present on the blog. This can go from headcanons written about them or rp threads. I will not do nsfw with minors. PLEASE do not lie about your age.

XVII. There will be dark themes on this blog due to Cloud’s story and past.

XVIII. I always tag topics like, suicide, abuse, self hate, depression, blood. The way I tag triggers is tw: word. Or word // If you want me to add any/if I forget to tag something, LET ME KNOW♥

XIX. What will NOT be present on this blog ever is, rape, incest, pedophillia, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism. (I’m running blank but these seem like the obvious, will add to it if I think of any.)

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can you write some headcannons about the primarchs reacting to the reapearence of one of the lost primarchs, which is basically a clone of the emperor, but not an asshole like the original?

God I guess I'm in an emotional mood today?!?!

While I don't HC the missing primarch as being empy clones, I will give my own personal HC for who they are in general :))

First of all: they were found, had their legions created, and were used until fairly late in the great crusade. Canonly, they even participated in the Great Crusade until the Rangdan Xenocides. As such, I have created what I Imagine as two full OC and a Timeline. So! Let's start with the two OC!!

The II (or the Forgotten) -- Xaxe -- The Red Tide

Xaxe was send to probably what amounted to one of the worst planet in the galaxy. It was a hellhole where, during the age of strife, the entire atmosphere had caught fire due to conflicts. The survivors went underground, and developed a complex system of subterranean city and bunker. The biggest thing they had to ration was water, and as such, they had to work incredibly hard to preserve the very little water they had.

Being a random child of no one, Xaxe was... Not the most accepted into this hyper strict, caste like society. It was actully how he got his name. Xaxe, an ant. It wasn't necesarly cruel- anyone in his positions was treated the same way, and most died. It was a detached existence, removed from emotions. Even as a toddler, he had to work and be part of this system, or die. But he was a primarch, and eventually, found his way at the top of his society, ruling it with the same detached way he had been treated.

The emperor came, and was quite surprised by his very simple, calm demeanor. The society continued as it always had, even with the extra water coming in from the imperium. They would stay incredibly frugal people. His sons became famous for tunneling, and for their slow, unstoppable march. An army of ants, using every last drop of resource they could gather, unfeeling.

The XI (or the Purged) -- Emberto Del Mare -- The Stellar Winds

Imagine a planet that is one giant archipelago, with sunny calm shallow seas and a ton of tiny semi aquatic city state, with a tropical venetian aesthetic. Everyone owned a boat, and trade was booming on this small blue planet, who had technology up to the golden age of sailing. Emberto fell on it and was, literally, found at sea by merchant, and spend the first few years of his life without ever touching ground.

His true love was the wind and water, and very quickly, people realised he had strange ability, almost like he could direct the underwater currents or the air flow. He was actually a psyker, and using his ability to become the best captain of his planet. He was full of emotions, as changing as the sea he so clearly loved. He may have had a temper, but joy and laughter always came again, just like the sun after a storm.

He was stunned, at first, when the Emperor came. But then... He realised that spaceship where A Thing. And he lost his fucking mind. It was sailing without limit, going everywhere at a dizzying speed, it was the joy of solar wind and gliding amongst comet, and he never wanted to go back. His sons shared said love, and they became absolute expert of void warfare, of skirmish, hit and run tactic and and small aircraft.

What happened to them

While incredibly different, the two brothers had a strange affections for one another, admiring in the other what quality they didn't have. They also worked exceptionally well together, as their warfare style was complementary. So, when they encountered a space fairing xenos empire, it was logical to send those two legions, even if the Stellar Winds were smaller and specialised.

They did not knew that the aliens were also psyker.

It took a long time, for the Imperium to learn that two entire legions had been decimated, and that their primarch were missing. The Emperor himself went, and brough with him the Imperial Fist, the Ultramarine, and the Dark Angel. What he found was... Horrifying.

The aliens had captured the two brothers. Emberto, being a young, inexperienced psyker... Had been a perfect victime. He was dragged into their den, experimented upon, twisted beyond recognitions. Him and his sons, now all meat puppets were fighting for the xenos. As for Xaxe... For all his apparent uncaring attitude and lack of emotions...

He could never bring himself to hurt any of his brothers, or their sons.

He was found deep in the Rangdan empire. Him, and his sons, strapped to experiment table, splayed opens and being relentlessly worked on, in the hope to make them fight. They never did. Until the bitter end, they stayed true to their unchanging nature.

It's not know, who found them, and who had to put each down. Some say that Russ himself came all the way to do it. Other say it was Lion, who killed his brain dead brother, and his mind controlled ones. Some whisper that it was Angron, freshly found and without attachment, who did the job.

At the end of the day, the Rangdan were dead, and the two legions with it. No one know exactly why they were erased from history, or the details of the entire campaign.

All that is know is that it was a direct order from the Emperor. And no one was about to question a Grieving Father.

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AUDACIIAE: A historical/mythological/literary multimuse (loved by elliot)

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IV. Other affiliated blogs: @accustiv / @phantomised & @mountainson & @creatrix-mea

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Highest muse as of March 19th: Dion Lesage (ff16), Aerith Gainsborough (ff7), Cloud Strife (ff7), Conall Ellery (oc)

CANON DIVERGENT MUSES EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT

Aerith Gainsborough (FF7)

Instead of Zack being Aerith's former lover, it is Sephiroth (this is heavily plotted with sephaeroth). As such, her default age for the events of FF7 will be 27. This isn't to say that I won't write with any Zack romantically, just that it's not going to be the default for my Aerith. I also won't be plotting this idea with any other Sephiroths, but if you write Seph and want to ship with Aerith, you are more than welcome to plot something else with me!

Tech Boy (American Gods)

Tech Boy is the god of technology, right? Technology is anything that's been invented, so they've actually been around as long as humans have been inventing, so they're millions of years old, parading as a new god because...why not? It's for the fun of it, but they are keeping it a secret.

All Twilight muses

Bella was turned during the honeymoon and Renesmee doesn't exist. I never like the concept of Renesmee as it seemed to just be "woman fulfilled only by marriage and children" to me. Bella never expressed interest in having children, so no thanks.

Also, vampires can, in fact, burn in the sun. The "sparkling" effect is actually many small sparks of flames on their skin that will eventually consume them completely if they stay in the sun for too long. It is incredibly painful.

[genshin-treasury]

Prologue [Act II] :“Cogito, ergo sum.”

The story continues. If y’all ever want help writing lore for Genshin OC(s) hmu!!

The Dawn of a new era was coming as the war progressively made its way through the lands of Tevyat.

Divine wrath brought with it many disasters, and with those rose mortal strife.

The people had become weary of the conflict surrounding them, and the earth sang of their dissatisfaction.

Yet, who would listen to the cries of the people in a land overcome with war?

Perhaps once, the God of Remedies, yet she had fallen far and the impact was great.

No, she would not hear their cries.

Copia was too caught up in the transgressions against her to ever pay heed to the tragedy surrounding her.

Selflessness had made way to selfishness in the war, and Copia’s desire to understand herself, became her sole focus.

Yet, once again conflict found her.

This time it was a mortal who begged at her feet.

They begged for salvation.

Copia knew not what to make of this, but at long last she was shaken from her self imposed isolation.

She rejoined the mortal world in an attempt to help them.

Her origins would never truly leave her.

She was borne from the desire to help others and in the end that was where she would return.

Copia spent many years teaching the people how to create poisons for defense and to make their own remedies.

During these years the war seemed almost nonexistent.

Those few years of peace, however, were short lived.

The cruelest thing about war is that it takes unexpectedly and equally from all.

Another deity set their sights on the village, and as their divine gaze settled on the settlement, their peace was broken.

The deity was one of greed and festering wrath.

Copia fought relentlessly, utilizing her finest poisons, and the people using her teachings, fought with her.

Yet, it was to no avail.

Once more Copia found everything stripped away from her.

Where she was unsure of what happened to the village she’d helped before, the fate of this one; she knew all too well.

Copia begged the deity to kill her then as she had failed in her duty, but the deity was one of greed, and instead it claimed her as a trophy.

The next hundred years passed in a blur.

Copia regained her senses when the deity was suddenly killed by a bout of sickness.

Her savior was another deity such as herself.

However, her savior did not take human form.

While Copia cherished the human race, her savior wanted nothing to do with mankind.

Copia was forced to make a decision, and recalling her experiences with humans, she chose to travel with the one who saved her.

Perhaps, by separating herself from mankind, she would be doing them more good that way.

They would not be dragged into her conflicts, if she was not present.

Copia followed the deity who reeked of pestilence and doom, and found herself curious of why they had opted to save her…

[captainmazzic]

Happy Halloween.

So it’s about time I gave a real fucking update instead of just dicking around being cagey about shit. I’ve mentioned a new project repeatedly. So let’s sit down and actually talk about it, friends. Pull up a chair, grab yourself some hot cocoa and strap in. Welcome to Sarc’s emotional roller coaster.

Bear with me. This is hard to talk about for so many reasons, but mostly because I’ve been belittled and ridiculed so many times in my life for liking “cringy” things or wanting to do things that other people think are stupid or childish. I hear the voice of my father telling me to “make something of my life” and “don’t squander your talents”, I hear the voice of my mother telling me I have “so much potential” and “one day I hope you get some ambition”, I hear the voice of my ex telling me to “stop wasting time with stupid shit” and “nobody is interested in failures”. I hear old teachers telling me honor roll students should go to college and study high-demand majors and anything else would be lazy and detrimental and won’t contribute anything worthwhile to society.

It’s the same shit that prevented me for a long time from posting art online. From posting writing online. From making ocs and showing them to other people. And now it’s preventing me from starting this project, and I’m so, so tired of it.

My biggest fear right now is that once I start talking about this project I’ll lose this tiny little community of people vaguely interested in my stuff that have somehow stuck around. External validation and sharing the things I love are my primary motivations with everything I do online, and while screaming into the void is all well and good, I need feedback and interaction and community. I need it so, so badly. I wouldn’t post jack shit – ever – if I didn’t need that, to be honest.

So anyway.

When the pandemic kicked into high gear earlier this year I got laid off for a few months. It gave me a lot of time to think about who I am and where I wanted to be in life, what mattered to me, what dreams I still had and which ones had fallen by the wayside.

Some of them are huge – once upon a time I was very religious. I went through seminary, got my minister’s certification, and was slated to be an associate pastor in a mega-church and rake in a six-figure income within 3 years. But I lost my faith and couldn’t stand the idea of being disingenuous.

And there was also a time when I received a full-ride scholarship to a very prestigious university that would have spanned a 12-year program and resulted in me having several doctorates and masters degrees by the end of it, in the fields of geology, palaeontology, and cladistics. But the scholarship program that was supposed to sponsor me went bankrupt the very semester I was supposed to capitalize on it. I was still accepted into the school, but the $1.2 million price tag would have all been out of my own pocket. So obviously that didn’t happen.

Those were the “acceptable” dreams. Those were the ones that parents and teachers and the general outside world approved of and thought were worthy goals. But neither of them panned out, and all I have left are the cringy ones. Like homesteading and sustainable living (can’t start without land, can’t have land without money). Like making comic books and doing art commissions for a living (it has to be steady to support myself, and I’m far too slow an artist for things to be steady). And like… playing video games.

Ha.

What’s funny is I can already envision the eyerolls and hear the snorts of laughter. What kind of dream is that? Only a handful of famous youtubers and twitch celebrities play video games for a living, and breaking into a field like that is pretty much impossible unless you already have friends in famous places.

Yeah, but… it would be so much fun. Right?

It WOULD be fun. I don’t have to become a super popular celebrity for it to be fun, right?

I don’t have to make it my day job and rake in piles of cash for it to be fun, right?

… I don’t have to actually be successful for it to be fun… right?

… Right?

:/

… I love video games.

I’ve loved them ever since I tried and failed so many times to win The Empire Strikes Back on Atari 2600. I’ve loved them ever since I played Mortal Kombat with my cousin in his basement with the sound down super low because it was ultra-violent and I would have been in so much trouble if mom caught me playing it. I’ve loved them ever since I tried and failed to finish Strife and Hexen and Heretic without the computer crashing and rebooting to DOS. I’ve loved them ever since I had to cheat-code my way through Jedi Knight: Dark Forces II just to get past the first boss fight but then no-clipped through the wall and died anyway. I still love that game.

But I stopped playing video games for a very long time. I was intimidated out of them by an ex and a somewhat toxic friend group who were Real Gamers™. I was brought to LAN parties but not allowed to play, because I slowed down the team and didn’t know the controls. I was banned from commenting on other people’s moves or cheering people on because it was distracting and I could cost them a win. I was even kicked out of their online D&D campaigns because I couldn’t be serious enough or roleplay well enough for their standards. Even if I was playing a game on my own, I couldn’t play with anyone else in the house because I’d be ridiculed for dying a lot, or for going the wrong way, or for picking the wrong game because only certain games are “good” and most of the ones I wanted to play were “stupid” or “trash” or a “waste of time”.

That kind of thing sits with me for a very, very long time. I didn’t really play games at all for over a decade. Even after I ended up on the opposite side of the country, with a new circle of friends, I couldn’t bring myself to play much of anything.

And then I had an extended visit with a friend of mine, and he introduced me to an early version of a ridiculous little game called Minecraft. My friend was an avid gamer but also a very kind one. In the ten years before this, I had told myself that I just preferred to watch other people play games instead of playing them myself (a lie. I mean, I absolutely adore watching other people play, but I also want to play too lol), my friend saw through that and very gently encouraged me to take a stab at playing Minecraft myself. He moved his laptop over to me, and I played a whole ten minutes with him watching before my nerves failed me and I promptly died. But miraculously it wasn’t a big deal to him. It was just a game. I might have cried in relief, I don’t remember.

After my visit I shelved playing video games for like another year, despite buying a whole mess of them because other friends online loved certain titles and wanted to talk about them with me. (I never played them, just bought them. I couldn’t even handle the thought of playing by myself in my own house). But for some reason I mentioned to my brother-in-law my old visit to my Minecraft-loving friend, and he just… up and bought the game for me. My brother-in-law is also an avid gamer with a lovely and patient disposition, and he suggested I just play in creative mode and build things to start. So I did that (behind a locked door in the RV that I lived in by myself, with the lights off and the sound down low) and Minecraft was my sole video game for another several years.

Then a couple years ago another friend of mine (hi Char) introduced me to Star Wars: The Old Republic, and I fell in love. It sparked a renewed interest in video games that I thought I would never really have the opportunity to satisfy, because games were still intimidating.

Let me clarify: I… SUCK. At video games. I’m terrible at them. Learning controls is a nightmare and a tunicate evolving its own brain would learn faster than me. If I’m aiming, I can’t hit the broad side of a barn. I have the direction sense of a whirligig beetle on the back of a drunk pigeon. I die fast and I die often. I can count the number of games I’ve actually finished on one hand. Even less if we don’t count the ones I had to use cheat codes to get through. But none of that diminishes my love of experiencing them, and over this whole pandemic and quarantine thing I’ve had a lot of time to unpack and mull over my thoughts and feelings and passions about them.

… I moved my RV to a new spot literally the day before the lockdown in my state first initiated. Before this I was in a spot that had no internet other than what reception I could get on my phone, with severely limited bandwidth and patchy, unreliable service. The new spot has a steady wi-fi connection, and while upload speed is utter shit, downloading and streaming video are just this side of manageable. So I spent the first three months of the quarantine lockdown doing pretty much nothing other than watching Jacksepticeye, CrankGameplays, and Markiplier play video games on YouTube. (I honestly had no idea before this that people even did let’s plays. My internet access/speed has been shit for so long I’m totally out of the loop).

It… for fear of sounding utterly stupid yet again, it inspired me.

Like. These people really love what they’re doing. They just. Play video games and have fun with it, and I mean yeah they make money hand-over-fist doing it but the main thing is they HAVE FUN doing it. They have fun! Playing video games! In front of people! It’s wild. And the thing that REALLY got me was… they have feedback on it too. They have a COMMUNITY. They have people they can talk to about it. They have people that they can play games WITH, even, who don’t yell at them or tell them they suck every five minutes or tell them they can’t play with them because they’re worthless as teammates. They can fuck up in a game and their friends are laughing along with them on Discord instead of screaming at them to get it right or get out. They can play games by themselves in their house and then upload videos on the internet and then they can talk to other people about it! They have fun! It’s awesome! They have fun!!

I just. It meant so much to me. It meant so much to me to see these videos of these three, and then another dozen or so that I’ve followed since, play all these games and have such a good time and also be such a positive and kind and encouraging source of energy.

I know all of this is not exactly about video games specifically. It’s about coming to terms with how I’ve been treated as a person and as a friend, about how other people respect someone’s interests and passions, about how it’s okay to share your interests with other people and it’s okay to like things that other people might not care about or think are important.

And I’m so, so tired of not doing the things I love because I’m afraid of what other people will think.

So I, uh. I invested all of the stimulus money I had into a new rig and equipment like a camera, lighting, acoustic panels, all that shit. I dug out all the games I bought but never played, I made accounts on all the big gaming services like Steam and Itch.io and GoG, and I made a YouTube channel. And I’m going to be making my own let’s plays. And it will suck, and it will be cringy and awkward and badly done, and it won’t make me money or be a valid career option or be anything but another very expensive hobby, but it will be mine, and it will be something I can share with people and (hopefully) have fun with, and it will (hopefully) be an avenue for some of this positive social interaction I’m craving.

I know YouTube can be toxic and super negative and full of trolls and cancel culture fanatics and people just waiting to find something to tear you down for, but like. Come on, y’all. I’m posting this on tumblr dot com. Toxic is everywhere anyway. I just want to try, you know?

I just want to love video games again.

Someone famous that I look up to so, so much told me – without knowing that I was even listening, without even knowing that I even exist – that if I enjoy doing something, to just go for it. To just jump in and do it, and if it works then it works, and if it doesn’t, what have I actually lost?

And I’m lucky enough to have four whole offline friends that I’ve mentioned this idea to, and each of them has said encouraging things like I’d have a good voice and face and style for making let’s plays. I honestly don’t know how true that part is, but on my good days I believe them. And they also said that I should go for it, to just try.

So that’s… that’s what I’m doing, I guess. I just want to try.

I know it’s not Star Wars fanart. I know it’s not Star Wars fanfiction. I know it’s not Star Wars meta or essays or ranting about the Sith and the Jedi and the Force. I know it’s not what y’all want from me. And that’s utterly terrifying. I’m bracing myself to be alone on the internet again, because I know that when I dive headfirst into this thing, it’ll eat away into the time that I normally might be spending doing writing or art, and it’s going to be something no one else wants to see and no one signed up for. And that’s partly why it’s taken me so very, very long to get started.

The other part is more physical. Of course as soon as I decide that I’m going to put my face on a camera is when my entire face goes to shit. I’m currently waiting on a potential diagnosis for mouth cancer, while already dealing with a severe jaw infection that’s causing my teeth and gums to rot inside my mouth. They already took part of my jaw, I’m missing teeth, others are turning black, if I open my mouth even just a little it is so obvious and I look like a very, very literal zombie. I have never been more grateful that masks are socially acceptable. I have a series of twelve appointments scheduled to treat this shit now that I have dental and health insurance (goodbye paycheque), and I might qualify for reconstruction surgery too. But that doesn’t really help how I look right now.

So I just can’t bring myself to start this project just yet. I’ve been sitting on it for months now with all the other pieces in place, but I just. Can’t. Start. It’s driving me crazy, because I want to start so badly. I feel like I’m wasting time. I feel like I’ve already wasted so much time, because I haven’t even done anything else in the meantime. I haven’t done hardly any art or fanfic, nothing. My anxiety is spiking so high right now because I have all these expectations of myself, but I can’t do anything about it. I’ve been told that I could just start without a camera or wear a mask on screen, and I’ve actually done some recording doing exactly that, but I just… can’t seem to make anything I want to finalize.

It’s also frustrating because I have no way of uploading anything at home. I’ll have to go over to my partner’s house which is nearly an hour’s drive away in order to get internet good enough to upload videos, which means that upload schedules are going to be shiiiiiit and that’s also frustrating.

But. But. BUT. I want to do this.

I want to do this so badly. I want to share let’s plays and experience a love of video games with other people. I want to actually play games with other people too. I also just acquired a piano keyboard, and I want to play again on the regular because I miss it so much. I used to play piano for hours every single day, it’s so relaxing and fun, maybe I can post that too. Maybe I can post let’s draws or something, where I ask y’all what to draw and then make a video of me drawing it while bullshitting to the camera I don’t know it sounds like fun. Maybe I can post videos of my cooking because the shit I make seems to be everyone’s favourite thing on instagram, and maybe I can take my camera with me when I go to the ocean or hike up into the middle of nowhere in the mountains and film how beautiful everything is up there. Or maybe I can do none of that and just focus on one thing, I honestly have no idea what I’m doing or how to do it, but I just… I want to try. I just want to try.

I don’t know where any of this is going anymore. I’m sorry I haven’t responded to messages, or opened up commissions. I’m sorry that this isn’t what y’all wanted. I’m still going to continue drawing and writing, I’m still going to be around, I’m not going anywhere, but I have no idea how prolific I’m going to be and I have no idea even when I’ll start uploading videos, to be honest. But I just. I’m just gonna try. It might still take me a while but I’m gonna try. Wish me luck. I love y’all.

[ilyamatic]

I have been sitting on this for a minute but now I have it fully fleshed out. So please feast your eyes on another AU no one asked for:

Pirate AU☠

Theme:

Let's meet our crew:

Solange Gbadébọ̀

AKA “Stingray Sol”

Who Solange was before she reached the colony of Saint Domingue was of little consequence. Who she was there made little difference either. For those bold enough to ask for her past, Solange would tell them that she was born of fire and strife. That she was born the night her and her small troop of slaves revolted and took a sailing ship for themselves. There, in the light of the rising sun she was reborn. Solange. A sun angel. Granted, her enemies would call her a vast number of things, none of which would include ‘angel’. Captain of the Solanase for 15 years, Solange sailed the seven seas, hijacking slave ships and freeing the people. She also attacked European merchant ships to help fund her anti-slavery efforts. Eventually she settled down on an uncharted island with her crew and a few people she had freed, creating a pirate colony of sorts. She also ended up marrying the annoying mulat that had followed her there. They had 7 children in the end, though her husband took care of most of the childrearing.

Mustafa El-Saieh

AKA “The Arab Viper”

Mustafa holds his Nubian mother in high regard, so he finds it more than annoying to be only the Arab Viper, but… he digresses. He could admit that he was born of love and comfort. Mustafa’s parents did their best to give their children a warm home but misfortune touches us all. His father was staunchly against slavery and held no slaves for himself, despite the common practice. And once the Europeans got involved he became even more vocal. Mustafa’s older brother Ali followed in their father’s footsteps and took it further. Ali joined an abolition group that travelled through the continent and freed captured people. Unfortunately, Ali was caught and at the behest of the French government, hanged. From that day forward Mustafa swore revenge. At the age of 17, not even a man, he joined a pirate crew and never looked back. Mustafa rose quickly through the ranks and eventually staged a mutiny. He became captain of the ship and renamed it Afeaa. Captain Mustafa became the thorn in the side of many European empires, looting and hijacking where he could. He eventually met Solange in Tortuga and she was not impressed by his reckless destruction. ‘Justice,’ she had spat when he gave her his reasons for action. ‘Justice for whom exactly?’ They eventually joined forces and fell in love. Well… he fell in love almost instantly but he eventually grew on her.

Andrico El-Saieh

AKA “Pretty Boy Drico”, “King of the Caribbean Sea”

The eldest son of the two most notorious pirates of the century, he tries not to let it get to his head (try being the operative word). Bold yet cunning, Andrico took to his parents’ line of work like a fish (or crab) to water. He began sailing at 20, committed to continuing his mother’s work. He quickly made a name for himself commanding the Solanase II across the Caribbean. Andrico takes great pride in his work and is ruthless when it comes to dissenters. He is also an accomplished scientist in his own right, developing a way to filter sea water on his ship. Not only does he always have enough drinking water, but always enough to bathe as well. It is through his cleanliness that he earned the name Pretty Boy Drico and his domination of the seas that got him labeled a King.

Jean-Marc

AKA “Quicksilver” “The Diplomat”

Jean-Marc’s father sailed with Andrico’s mother and so Jean-Marc sailed with Andrico. Best friends since boyhood, Jean-Marc stands as his voice of reason and Quartermaster. There have been many petty disputes that Jean-Marc had to talk his captain down from in the early days. However, despite his calmer nature Jean-Marc is not one to be crossed. He has the quickest draw on this side of the Atlantic and one would be hard pressed to find a swordsman as good as he. The best man to have at your side. Just don’t leave him around the rum though…

Jasna

AKA “Jumping Jas” “The Cannonball”

Jasna refuses to be second in anything, so she demanded that she be Quartermaster as well. Andrico’s other best friend, Jasna is often the little devil on his shoulder. All the duels Jean-Marc talked him out of, she talked Andrico into. Despite her chaotic nature, her intuition is sharp. No one can count how many potentially disastrous missions she had led them away from. She gets her names from both her skills on the rigging qnd also her explosive personality.

Jai

AKA “Machete” “Starry-eyed Jai”

Jai remains a bit of a mystery, even after all these years. As straight-forward as they come, Jai is the best Sailing Master the Solanase II could ask for. They met up with the crew while rowing away from a burning ship they were supposed to hijack. When questioned on what had happened to the ship, they simply answered ‘slavers’ and that was that. While initially stand-offish, Jai is no stranger to a good time and knows the bawdiest songs of the crew. They are also sharp as a tack and can be often counted on to be a tie-breaker in any argument amongst the crew.

Andrés

AKA “Babydoll Drés” “The Priestess”

The sweetest lady in the Caribbean Jean-Marc would argue. Andrés was a trans Vodun priestess they met on Torutuga. She was leading escaped slaves to ships that would take them back to freedom. She ended up joining the crew and quickly became their moral compass and unofficial spiritual leader. To say Jean-Marc is smitten would be an understatement and Andrés knows this. She does not abuse this knowledge however, extra rum cakes and presents aside. Despite her honey sweet disposition, Andrés is not one to be trifled with. May the gods have mercy on the soul of anyone who crosses blades with her. 

Marie-Carmel

AKA “Boss Lady” “Owl Eyes”

Marie-Carmel is another figure shrouded in mystery on the ship. All anyone could glean from her was that she was originally from the colony of Saint Domingue, her father was one of the last Taino chieftains, and her mother a maroon, a runaway slave. She never speaks of why she left but given her intense hatred of the French and their documented viciousness, everyone has a hunch. The ship's gunner, Marie-Carmel could tell you the parts of a cannon in her sleep. Also quite the sharp-shooter. She is second only to Andrico in the number of soaps owned onboard.

If you want to join in with any pirate content for your ocs, feel free to tag me!

[naruto-oc-critiques]

not to be that girl lmao, but could i get some sasuke pairing advice? i really enjoyed reading the pairing advice you gave to others but i hadn’t seen one of his yet. personally, i don’t see him being the type to really fit with anyone but? yeah please and thanks!

So, a Sasuke pairing guide.

That’s no problem. I mean, why else has he been without one for so long? It’s not like he’s super difficult to write for or anything.

he is omg help me

On a serious note, Sasuke is a complex character. That said, I think what makes him most difficult to pair isn’t necessarily his personality but these two things:

His tunnel vision. Sasuke was occupied with his goals and was only interested in seeing them realized. He didn’t pay attention to people unless they could somehow help in achieving those goals (see: Team Hebi / Taka). Sasuke was never seeking an intimate relationship (whether platonic or otherwise) because it was irrelevant to what he was trying to accomplish.

The timeline. Sasuke’s personal journey is closely linked to Naruto’s main plot—he’s pretty much the main driving force of the story. He’s got a lot going on and, combined with the previous point, there’s not a lot of wiggle room to integrate an OC into his story.

Of course, there are ways of pairing Sasuke—he just requires some careful consideration if you’re sticking with canon, which is the assumption I'm going with when writing this guide.

On that note, I want to mention something: a relationship with Sasuke will likely be a slow burn, long distance one. It will include Sasuke being MIA frequently and, when he does finally return, there will likely be baggage to work through.

This, however, should be embraced, in my opinion.

The most common approach I've seen in pairing Sasuke with an OC is to have them meet in Konoha during Part I > OC follows Sasuke to Orochimaru > OC follows Sasuke by joining Team Taka / Hebi and then profit. This approach, while giving Sasuke and OC consistent exposure to one another, is one that really works against OC creators as it creates this need to justify too many story and character deviations, which causes unnecessary frustration.

My solution: don't have OC present during every step of Sasuke's journey.

Think outside the box. Have an OC that was always an affiliate of Sound and they meet when Sasuke defects. Let OC and Sasuke first meet or reconnect after the Fourth Shinobi War. Have them meet as adults during the Boruto era. Develop your OC's life outside of their interactions with Sasuke; don't force them to always be together.

or you can just do what you want also

With that little tangent out the way, let’s talk about his personality a little.

After the Uchiha Massacre, Sasuke was pretty cold. He didn't care much about relationships—or other people in general. Unless they were stronger than him, in which case, he would obsess over surpassing them. During Part I, Sasuke's capacity for empathy was a bit higher—as seen with his interactions with Team 7, among other instances—but he eventually discards this in exchange for pursuing power during Shippūden. There is a callous disregard for others during this time as well, something he doesn't begin to move past until the end of Shippūden. Following Parts I and II, Sasuke begins moving towards trying to form and strengthen connections with those around him. He's still not outwardly brimming with emotion, but he is much more capable and open to expressing those kind, caring feelings he has for others in his own way.

So, finally, onto what you probably want most: what Sasuke might like in a partner! Yay!

Someone talented and / or useful. Applicable mainly to Parts I and II Sasuke. If your OC is not as strong as or stronger than Sasuke, he's not interested, as the great Cloud Strife often puts it. OC would have to be on Neji / Gaara / Rock Lee levels of strength and notoriety to catch Sasuke's attention—everyone else is literally fodder to him. Similarly, when he's in his Team Hebi / Taka days, he's only interested in those that can help fulfill his goals. This is where issues of power level can come into play (especially during Part I), but the only advice I can really give is to just develop your OC's abilities, strengths and weaknesses.

Someone empathetic but uncompromising. Applicable mainly to post-Shippūden Sasuke. What I mean is Sasuke might want someone that understands his motives for his past actions—but would also need to see the error in them. Sasuke himself is completely ashamed of his past actions and seeks to repent for them, so I doubt he would want someone making excuses for him when he himself doesn't.

Someone steadfast in their convictions. Someone that stays on their own personal path no matter what. I think this would be appealing to Sasuke, considering how his own goals, feelings and convictions were constantly tried and tested throughout the series.

Someone accommodating. A person that understands that Sasuke won't always be there but still chooses to welcome him, maybe not with open arms, but at least with an open heart would go a long way. OC can (understandably) be upset, hurt and annoyed with him but someone that realizes Sasuke is trying in his own way to become better and is willing to work on their relationship together is cool.

Emotionally grounded and mature. I'm not saying your OC has to be without their own problems—everyone has their problems, ya know—but I think someone that is aware of their emotional needs would be able help and support Sasuke in mending his emotional needs. They'd be able to communicate and all that good jazz.

Easygoing and open. While I don't think Sasuke is bothered by loud, more rambunctious people (see: Naruto and Sakura), I do think that a calm, mellow individual could work well with him. Also someone forthright with their feelings would mesh well, in my opinion. They'd probably be the "lead dancer," if you will, when it comes to the communication aspects of their relationship—they could say the things that Sasuke might struggle to say or express without feeling the embarrassment or hesitation he might feel.

Overall, like I said, when it comes to pairing an OC with Sasuke, it's better not force things or do too many things at once. Working on a smaller scale, I think, would be ideal and more enjoyable when attempting to write a romance for Sasuke.

Personally, I wouldn’t recommend going the typical route of having an OC born and raised in Konoha jumping around the story following after Sasuke—unless, of course, you think you have good reasoning behind it. I would recommend on exploring post- Shippūden and Boruto era Sasuke, where he is more emotionally available, and there is more room for relationship building plus boruto era sasuke is pretty tasty fr fr.

But, as always, do what makes you happy and have fun with it!

- ATB

[arofili]

Line of Elros Edit Series: Appendix C

Continued from Appendix B. This section will contain information on the Royalty of Gondor.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Appendix A: Royalty of Númenor Appendix B: House of Andúnië, Royalty of Arnor Appendix C: Royalty of Gondor (you are here!) Appendix D: Princes of Dol Amroth, Chieftains of the Dúnedain Appendix E: Stewards of Gondor

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ROYALTY OF GONDOR

Anárion ft. Anárion, Elennúmen (OC), Ringelenë (OC), Almameldë (OC), Aspenindë (OC), Meneldil Anárion’s story is canon, though the details about his spouse and daughters are all headcanon. Anárion is said to have had four children, with Meneldil being the youngest, which is odd to me because Meneldil was the last man born in Númenor...but also he and his older siblings are all older than Isildur’s kids except for Elendur? Whatever. Maybe Anárion’s implied daughters were triplets or something. And Isildur’s dry spell of kids is kind of weird on its own.

Meneldil ft. Meneldil, Nyellelírë (OC), Cemendur of Gondor, Tinweriel (OC), Eärendil of Gondor, Aldalótë (OC), Anardil of Gondor, Elquassë (OC) We don’t actually know what Meneldil did during the War of the Last Alliance. Meneldil’s reaction to Isildur’s departure is canon, but has been embellished. We don’t know anything about Cemendur, Eärendil, or Anardil beyond their names; everything else about them is headcanon. “Atalantë” is another name for the event more commonly known as the Akallabêth. ETA 4/1/21: Fixed a minor timeline error.

Ostoher ft. Ostoher, Haldanárië (OC), Tarostar Rómendacil I, Ravandië (OC), Turambar of Gondor, Culindë (OC), Atanatar I, Rátavanië (OC) Ostoher did indeed remodel Minas Anor and turn it into his summer home, but his reasons why are a headcanon. Most of Rómendacil’s story is canon, though I made up the identity of his steward (you’ll see him again later in the series); for information on the Tradition of Isildur, see this article in the Encyclopedia of Arda. Turambar’s life is likewise mostly canon, though like his father’s story it’s been embellished here and there. Atanatar’s life is entirely headcanon.

Siriondil ft. King Siriondil, Ilvanya (OC), Tarannon Falastur, Zâinazimril Berúthiel, Círyan Everything about Siriondil is headcanon. Tarannon and Berúthiel’s story is canon at its roots, but has been spun to make Berúthiel much more sympathetic. Herumor is a real Black Númenórean from the end of the Second Age, but there’s no proof he was related to Berúthiel, nor that Berúthiel came specifically from Rhûn Harad; we only know that she was a Black Númenórean. Her Adûnaic name is my own creation, and her story has been greatly embellished. ETA 9/9/21: Changed Rhûn to Harad in order to better fit Herumor’s backstory.

Tarcíryan ft. Tarcíryan, Láminë (OC), Eärnil I, Tyelcatálië (OC), Círyandil, Netyariel (OC), Círyaher Hyarmendacil I, Ilwiel Rilyasicil (OC) Tarcíryan adding the Tar- to his birth name is headcanon, as is his position as Captain of the Hosts and the manner of his death. (I’ve also decided to add the accented í to all names that include the element cír, “ship,” as it appears in the name Círdan, just because I think it looks nice. The only one I missed was Tar-Círyatan, as I made that decision after his edit was posted.) Eärnil’s story is mostly canon, though the bit about his death being arranged by the lords of Umbar is headcanon. Umbar’s origins as a conquered city are strongly implied but not explicitly canon. Círyandil’s life is entirely canon. Círyaher’s story is mostly canon, though I gave some credit for his accomplishments to his wife, and a few details have been embellished. The bit about Celebrindor of Arnor is headcanon. And of course, all details about the OC wives are my own creation.

Atanatar II ft. Atanatar II Alcarin, Míriën (OC), Narmacil I, Calmacil We don’t know if Atanatar was an only child or not, I made that decision. Most of his story is canon, with a few embellishments. It’s not impossible that Narmacil was married, but he canonically had no children, so I decided to make him aroace. Narmacil’s worries about Minalcar overthrowing him are all headcanon, but the details of the war and alliance with Rhovanion are canon.

Calmacil ft. Calmacil, Aistárë (OC), Minalcar Rómendacil II, Calimehtar Calmacil’s story is mostly canon, though everything relating to his wife is headcanon.

Calimehtar ft. Calimehtar, Imbelossë (OC), Alquandilmë (OC), Serecco (OC), Castamir Everything here is headcanon, except that Calimehtar is canonically the ancestor of Castamir.

Rómendacil II ft. Minalcar Rómendacil II, Calamistë (OC), Valacar, Vidugavia, Vidumavi, Vinitharya Eldacar The basic details of this one are canon (Rómendacil’s regency, Valacar’s marriage, etc), but I’ve significantly messed with the timelines; canonically, Minalcar did not go himself to Rhovanion after his military victory, instead sending Valacar (who was already grown) alone, but I liked the idea of Valacar growing up in Rhovanion so I changed things to make that work. Also, fun fact: “Vinitharya” is not pronounced as Viniþarya, but rather as Vinit-harya.

Castamir ft. Castamir, Núriel (OC), Airesarno (OC), Ninquo (OC), Arnakhôr Angamaitë, Azgarzîr Sangahyando The influence of his mother upon Castamir is a headcanon, as is everything about his wife. It is canonical that Castamir had sons who survived the Kin-strife, though we don’t know their names. Ornendil was canonically executed when Osgiliath fell, but Castamir performing the execution himself is an embellishment. He was canonically “haughty and ungenerous” as a king; I made up the bit about him specifically continuing executions and exiles, but it doesn’t feel like much of a stretch. We don’t know much about Castamir’s sons or their fate, but I feel that my extrapolations are based in canon. Angamaitë and Sangahyando’s Adûnaic names are my own creation, but the details of their schemes are canonical. We know they are both descended from Castamir, though not the specific details of their relationship to each other; I chose to make them grandsons of different sons of Castamir. We don’t know what their eventual fates were, but considering they would have lived during the Great Plague, I thought that was a fittingly ironic way for them to die.

Eldacar ft. Vinitharya Eldacar, Russariel (OC), Ornendil, Aldamir This is mostly canon, with all the headcanoned details having been covered in previous notes.

Aldamir ft. Aldamir, Lintasímë (OC), Vinyarion Hyarmendacil II, Mittanyar (OC), Minardil Look, sometimes ladies get to die in pointless duels, okay? I did make that up, though the rest of Aldamir’s life is canonical. I made Vinyarion trans because c’mon, a name like “new son”? He chose that when he came out. Also his spouse is nonbinary because why not! Enbies can be Captains of the Ships, too!!

Minardil ft. Minardil, Huilindië (OC), Telemnar, Súriel (OC), Fernendil (OC), Mityaher (OC), Cucuandië (OC), Minastan, Nenyawilin (OC), Tarondor of Gondor The circumstances of Minardil’s death are canon (and were covered earlier as well), though again everything about his wife is made up. Húrin of Emyn Arnen was indeed Minardil’s steward, and the stewards were chosen from his House after this, but the details about his role in these two succession crises are all headcanon. All we know about Telemnar in canon is that he started building a fleet to fight Umbar, but that when the Great Plague came he and “all his children” died, leaving his nephew Tarondor to inherit. Thus everything about his wife and daughter is all made up.

Tarondor of Gondor ft. Tarondor of Gondor, Varnefindë (OC), Telumehtar Umbardacil, Elenmirwë (OC), Narmacil II, Arcíryas Tarondor’s deeds as king are canon, as is the age of Telumehtar at the time of his inheritance, though we know nothing about the fate of his wife. Telumehtar’s deeds are likewise canon, though we don’t know the specifics about how the last descendants of Castamir were slain, just that they died in this battle.

Narmacil II ft. Narmacil II, Alassindo (OC), King Calimehtar, Nessimë (OC), Ondoher, Lúnaduinë (OC) Everything about Alassindo is headcanon, but Narmacil did canonically die fighting the Wainriders. Except for the details about his wife and his time governing Minas Anor before his inheritance, Calimehtar’s story is canon. We know nothing about Calimehtar’s daughter except that he had one.

Ondoher ft. Ondoher, Lelyariel (OC), Artamir, Prince Faramir, Fíriel, Arvedui, Lúnaduinë (OC), Quildoloro (OC), Minohtar Everything about the rivalry between Ondoher and Eärnil is headcanon. The alliance with Arnor is canon, though the details of the marriage of Arvedui and Fíriel being arranged by their mothers is headcanon. All the details about the battles are canon.

Arcíryas ft. Arcíryas, Moicanítë (OC), Calimmacil, Lótëaloxë (OC), Prince Siriondil, Vánquassë (OC), Eärnil II, Telpinë (OC), Eärnur, Morimmacil (OC) Save for their relations to one another, everything about Arcíryas, Calimmacil, and Siriondil is headcanon. The rivalry between this house and the Line of Kings is headcanon, but everything else about Eärnil and Eärnur is canon. Eärnur is arguably gay-coded, so I gave him a boyfriend, but that is not explicitly canonical.

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[kaibutsushidousha]

What eight Servants you want to see added to the series (one of each class counting all the extras as one)?

Sorry for the delay. I had answers ready for quite a few of the classes but the ones I didn’t were real tough picks.

Saber: Momotarou

Momotarou is up there with Kintarou and Urashima Tarou as Japan’s most popular children’s folklore character. Kintarou is already present in FGO as Sakata Kintoki and Urashima is at least referenced with Ryuugu being an area in Agartha, but there’s no mention of Momotarou yet. And how would he mesh with Nasuverse lore? Momotarou is a super powerful boy born from a peach. A fruit person from Japan.

[Lostbelt 3 spoilers] Yu Meiren is a tianxian, an immortal being functionally identical to a True Ancestor. And she often references the fact she was born from the Fusang Tree in Japan. Implying tianxian, and maybe even actual True Ancenstors are also fruit people from Japan. I want Momotarou as a True Ancestor. 

I actually already wrote a sheet for this one.

Archer: Lampião

Fate/ currently has a grand total of 0 Brazilian heroes in its Servant roster and that’s definitely a thing I want changed (Lostbelt 7, please...). At this point I think I’d be ok with absolutely any Brazilian hero, but if you asked which I want the most, my answer would easily be Lampião. Though my biggest fear is that they design him without his glasses. 

I still haven’t written my own sheet for Lampião yet, but I have it complete in my head for maybe over an year. The glasses are a Noble Phantasm and he gushes about each others glasses with Sigurd.

Lancer: Odin

I’ll admit I picked this one only to fill all Classes and don’t actually have any real ideas for a Lancer. Sorry. At least we have a lot of implications for a canon Odin taking a super important role in FGO soon.

(Grand) Rider: Santa Claus

Grand Servants are designed to counter Beasts. I is a magic formula, so Grand Caster is the mage who can fix it. II is life, so Grand Assassin is death. Both versions of III use overpowered mental attacks that affect any rational being, so Grand Berserker is not rational. V is a fox, so Grand Archer is a hunter. VI is being hunted by Arthur, who is fine candidate for Grand Saber. VII erased everything on Earth, so Grand Lancer is the builder of civilization.

By process of elimination, Grand Rider should be someone who can handle IV, Fou. Fou is the Beast of Comparision, a being who thrives and grows from competition. He gets agitated when challenged by others, but I can only remember 3 instances of him getting aggressive with someone completely unprovoked. Against Merlin, against Napoleon, and against Jinako (once). That’s the kingmaker, a dude literally made of hopes and dreams, and the remover of obstacles, respectively. Three huge facilitators for mankind. Beings who exist to let humanity dream for no real cost. 

Jinako’s case is the most interesting because Fou immediately stops being violent once he sees Jinako’s lazy, unhelpful personality. It’s like Fou can tell she won’t be an obstacle to strife and fair competition. That’s the bit that makes me feel really confident about my read on Fou.

Anyways, we established that Fou’s natural enemies are the facilitators, and who is the biggest facilitator of them all? Yes, Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas himself. The Rider grand enough to run his sled through the entire world on a single night, distributing free dreams for the good children of humanity. I want him to tag along with all the meme Santa Servants from the Christmas events to dunk on Fou if he turns evil. 

Caster: Toriyama Sekien

Toriyama Sekien is a Japanese artist famous for publishing a series of artbooks titled Gazu Hyakki Yagyou. Youkais used to formless monsters, vaguely described, with their true appearance being defined by the listener’s fears. This changed when Sekien published his Gazu Hyakki Yagyou, which was sort of a Pokédex where he published his illustrations of an youkai, along with its legends and description. All images you know of youkais are based on the designs Sekien created for his Pokédex.

The first volume of his series contained all the famous and popular youkais. The second volume also contained many famous, but a few very obscure ones. And then the third and fourth are filled with very few verifiably obscure youkais and most of them so obscure that they had no known sources aside from GHY itself. Because of this, Toriyama is rumored to have given up on researching obscure youkai by his 3rd artbook and started making his own youkai up for money.

Now let’s talk Type-Moon lore. In Shimousa there’s an explanation for the different types of oni and one of the categories there is onis from stories. Demonic beings who only came to exist because humanity believe they existed. This ties in very nicely to the idea that Sekien was making youkai up to fill all the slots in his Pokédex. By the way, in Osakabehime’s mats, her source is not listed as “Japanese mythology”, but as the second volume of Gazu Hyakki Yagyou, which implies Higashide also subscribes to the idea Sekien is creating youkais in-universe and Osakabehime was potentially Sekien’s first OC. 

Assassin: Agatha Christie

I just think writer Servants outside of the Caster class are neat, and want Fate/ to turn the topic of my research paper into my next waifu. I have cool ideas for her Noble Phantasms, but I won’t comment on them here because I want to get her Servant sheet posted soon.

Berserker: Gilgamesh

Another pack filler like Odin, sorry. We already Gilgamesh before his journey to the netherworld as Archer and after it as Caster, so I just think a nice new take on Gil would be making him Mad Enhanced into believing he’s still stuck in the netherworld. It’s the one point of his life where he completely cast away his pride, and struggled to the point of crawling and eating dirt to survive. A constantly panicky and pragmatic Gilgamesh would be a nice new side of Gilgamesh to see, with an amazing contrast with his three other forms.

Extra Class (Avenger): Kohaku

It’s no secret that Kohaku is my favorite fictional character ever and I wouldn’t hesitate to whale for her ifwhen we get a Tsukihime event. She could work as an Assassin, but I picked Avenger instead because I’m an emotional masochist, and love her for how she makes me suffer. Kohaku is a tortured empath who operated a revenge plan, but through all of that she could never bring herself to truly hate her abusers because she understand better than anyone that Tsukihime is a tragedy where absolutely everyone is a victim. So her Oblivion Correction would just make her relive the worst moments of her life, trying to force upon her a hatred that doesn’t fit anywhere in her empathic heart. Avenger Kohaku is not even made a character yet, and she’s already on the verge of making me cry.

On alternate take, Kohaku technically participated in a Grail War with Okita on Koha-Ace, so she theoretically should qualify as a vessel for a Pseudo-Servant. I’d place her as a good vessel for Prometheus. They both remembered mostly as tricksters, and accepted to be subjects of scheduled torture to protect someone they cared for and allow them to grow up free and healthily. 

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IT’S MASTERLIST TIME!

star wars

poe dameron

never had - Poe x Princess!Reader. Old friends reunite on Batuu

treading water - Poe x Reader. Poe grieves some losses. TROS spoilers.

mesmerizing - Poe x Reader. Some fluffy X wing lap sitting.

unbeknownst - Poe x Reader. admitting some feelings post TROS

family lines (I)  - Poe x Pregnant!Reader. locals on Pasaana celebrate the baby. Mild TROS spoilers

final thoughts (II)  - Poe x Pregnant!Reader. Baby is on Poe’s mind during a scary situation. TROS spoilers.

I’ll Be Home for Christmas - Military!Poe x Mom!Reader. Christmas wishes come true.

Rumors and Lies - Poe x Reader. You two get acquainted on a mission, total fluff.

Surefire - Poe x OFC x Kylo Ren. Queen Amicea fell in love with Poe Dameron long ago, but her new marriage alliance to Commander Ren seems to cause some strife.

Avengers

steve rogers x oc 

reputation - a multi part series following Steve Rogers and Mason Stark, daughter of Tony. Set around the Civil War era, each one set to a song from Taylor Swifts Reputation Album.