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camelliacats · 3 years ago

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Trimmings

Another oneshot, done for a forum exchange.

Fic: "Trimmings" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, OCs, & Astoria Greengrass–Malfoy, with cameos from & mentions of others

Rating: K+

Words: ~3,580

Additional info: romance, slash, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Scorpius, and the person who entertains him.

It weren't as though they were friends. Despite all the hemming and hawing about their dads, Scorpius couldn't find it in him to hate Albus Potter or even to befriend him in spite of the bad blood.

Albus was just mildly interesting to watch. Their first year, they and several others were like celebrities considering their parentages. Him, Albus, Albus' cousins, the Scamander twins, the Midgen twins, Hollie Kirke, Grace Wolpert… There were others, too, who gained unfavorable attention: Calytrix Zabini, Asha Nott, and Macareus Goyle, for instance. But, while Scorpius didn't mind rooming with Mac, Deimos Midgen, or Ethan Pritchard, he couldn't decide upon an opinion regarding Albus Severus Potter. They were just from different worlds.

Scorpius chuckled to himself every time he had that thought. If his father knew, he'd set Scorpius straight. According to his mother, his father had sobered up after the war and considered the great Harry Potter a friend. Draco Malfoy had brought up his son believing the best in people, and he'd corrected Scorpius whenever Scorpius had thought otherwise.

But, honestly… It weren't even as though Scorpius thought badly about Albus. He just didn't know if he cared very much.

Then, of course, Albus became more interesting to watch.

First year, Albus had looked like some kind of Harry Potter clone. The straight dark hair that was a tad messy in the back, the bottle-green eyes, the pale skin—hell, just put some spectacles on him and give him a scar, and even Scorpius could've been fooled.

But, when their second year rolled around, Scorpius was rather surprised. They weren't friends and therefore didn't see each other outside of school, so perhaps that was the only reason why it struck Scorpius so. Or maybe others were too oblivious to notice?

But Albus' hair was shaggy. Not trimmed and short and somewhat kempt like his father's, nor even like Mac's or Ethan's.

Scorpius was a bit stunned, but he didn't say anything, not even in the dorms. He didn't hear girls talking about Albus, nor did he hear the blokes talking about him behind his back. Although, if Scorpius thought it through, how he regarded their roommates made sense, as Mac was a bit thick, Ethan had friends in other Houses, and Deimos preferred the company of his books when not with his twin, Phoebe. Translation? The only shrewd ones around were Scorpius and Albus.

However, the blond snake dismissed his observation. I'm just perceptive, he decided. And he insisted on leaving it at that.

Third year, Albus' hair was even longer. More so than before, he looked like a completely different person.

Several times, Scorpius caught himself opening and closing his mouth, always on the verge of inquiring. Still no one said anything. Scorpius supposed that could fly, as Albus never looked particularly disheveled. Maybe he was just growing his hair out…

I don't get it, though, the Malfoy would muse occasionally while he tried to fall asleep. He often tugged on his own hair while he thought, knowing he'd chosen to look like a casual version of his own father. Dad doesn't have particularly bad hair, but I know that receding hairline is heading my way come adulthood.

But, with no one else commenting, Scorpius knew he ought to keep his comments to himself. It weren't as if Albus would take too kindly to Scorpius' curiosity, even. They rarely spoke outside of class.

Fourth year, the girls started talking.

"He's not bad," Asha told Mac and him once when they studied in the library for a History of Magic quiz.

"Who?" Mac asked.

Scorpius rolled his eyes. Leave it to Mac to open the can of Flobberworms.

"Potter. The one in our year," Asha said, turning back to the table. Her dark eyes glittered with an interest that she clearly did not possess for her notes, so she closed her book.

Mac sneered. "He's just another Weasley. They all look alike."

"No, he looks more like his dad," the witch continued, and she began to fiddle with her hair.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "Ash, don't do it."

She grinned cheekily. "Do what?"

Mac looked between the two of them, but things slowly clicked into place for him. "Hey!" he growled lowly. "I thought we were an item."

Asha snorted. "Mac, you're good snogging practice, is all." Then she winked and left the boys alone.

And Asha was not the only girl to chat Albus up. Even Calytrix spoke to him often, and his cousins could be overheard talking about him on occasion.

In one instance, Scorpius overheard Rose chatting with Lily Luna on their way down to Hogsmeade. Rose, ever the loud one, could be heard by everyone around her. "I mean, by this time next year, he's going to look exactly like James!" she exclaimed.

James Potter, of course, had appeared at the sound of his name, with some fellow sixth-year girl hanging off his arm. "What's that about a handsome devil?" And on and on the drivel went.

Albus hadn't been anywhere near the debacle. He had already gone on ahead with Lorcan and Lysander Scamander—a quiet threesome which didn't make sense but existed nevertheless.

Scorpius stuffed his hands in his pockets and kept his remarks to himself. Perhaps word would get back to Albus anyway, and he'd get a new hairstyle and stop trying to be someone else….

Fifth year, Scorpius didn't get a good look at Albus until the opening feast concluded and everyone returned to the dorms. Then, he mistook Albus for a witch.

"Hey, you're not—oh, sorry," Scorpius hastily backtracked once he kicked his trunk aside.

Albus gave him a sidelong look and quirked an eyebrow. "…I'm not what?"

Scorpius fidgeted under that piercing stare. "Sorry. I just…" He sighed. "Honesty is the best policy" was one of the reformed Draco Malfoy's favorite sayings, and so it had been figuratively beaten into Scorpius. "I thought you were a girl, your hair's so long now."

That other black eyebrow joined its compatriot. "That's a new one. No one's told me that yet. I keep being told that I look like my brother."

"Not with it tied back loosely like that."

Albus shrugged. "It was getting in the way when I was putting things away."

"Oh."

The room grew quiet, and suddenly Scorpius became aware that the other blokes were downstairs fraternizing. He scooted over to his bed and unlocked his trunk, putting things in their proper place. The silence persisted, and Scorpius felt like an idiot. He desperately wished for some stroke of genius to hit him so that he could carry on a polite conversation with his classmate…or maybe he could just have a stroke and use that as an excuse to stay quiet.

As luck would have it, Fortune looked kindly upon Scorpius that day, and Albus spoke:

"Do I really look like a girl?" He said it so quietly that Scorpius wasn't sure if it were rhetorical or not.

But then the blond looked up over the beds and saw the befuddled, somewhat frustrated expression on the other wizard's face. And Scorpius smiled to himself. "Erm. Maybe a little?"

Frustrated or not, Albus shrugged it off. "Ah. Well."

Yet somehow Scorpius thought that maybe it gave him blanket permission to be open with Albus, friendship or no.

Sixth year brought fewer comparisons to James, as he had graduated the year before. Albus seemed to appreciate it.

"Lily doesn't like it very much," Albus commented offhandedly one evening that found him and Scorpius studying in the Slytherin common room.

Scorpius glanced up from his assignment before answering. Always he preferred to evaluate Albus' expression before offering his two Knuts about it. "It's not as nice today. You remind me of that portrait of Snape hanging up in McGonagall's office."

Rather than be offended, Albus shrugged (sometimes it was infuriating when he treated that as an appropriate answer or interaction). But then a slight smirk drew the corners of his mouth gently upward. "And how would you know what the portraits in the headmistress' office look like?" he queried.

Scorpius bumbled through an explanation that he hadn't been given detention and never had had detention and never would have detention. He forgot to explain why he was there in the first place (just to explain to McGonagall that the impromptu duels between Asha and Mac in the corridors these days weren't really dangerous—they were like marital spats). But Albus didn't seem to mind; instead, he actually laughed at Scorpius' fluster.

And, somehow, that just made sixth year all the better.

Over Christmas break, Scorpius and his mother went through old family photo albums while his father visited with friends before the holiday.

"I'm surprised you never organized them before," Scorpius commented as his mother took tomes off the shelves in one of the older rooms in Malfoy Manor and piled them in his arms.

"I never really felt right about it, but it's so dark and dreary in this house," she stated. "I figure the first thing I can do is to go through the clutter and try to make sense of it."

"This house, cluttered?" He snickered. "I thought the joke was that was how the Weasley home looks."

His mother gave him a look. "And Narcissa might not have appreciated the comparison, but she and Lucius have a lot more in common with the Weasleys than they'd prefer known."

They took the albums into the main sitting room, one of the few well-lit places in the manor, and spread the books out. Pictures flew everywhere, and Malfoy ancestors could be heard griping from down the hall.

"Oh, shut it!" his mother yelled at the paintings. Silence.

As they sifted through the images, Scorpius became interested in the Black side of the family. There weren't many pictures from that side anymore, and he asked why.

His mother bit her lower lip. "It's all very annoying, Scorpius. But I'm sure you've heard by now that the Black family is one of the oldest Wizarding families?"

"Of course. We learned a little about them last year for O.W.L.s, which cover the second war now. Regulus Arcturus Black gets two questions, you know."

Her face tightened briefly. "Yes, well… It's still not as well known how the Black family treated their own kind when they fell out. But, if you were disowned, you'd be blasted off the family tree at the old family home at Twelve Grimmauld Place. Afterwards, belongings the person left behind and most images containing the 'offender' would be destroyed. About the only thing the Blacks couldn't do was get their disowned off the family registry at the Ministry."

"Well, of course not. They were still born into the family, regardless." Scorpius flipped through the few dozen pictures again, and one caught his eye. "Oh!"

"What is it?"

"Nothing, just… Thought I saw someone familiar."

She looked over his shoulder. "Oh. I think that's a picture of young Sirius and Regulus, the brothers. Isn't there a picture of either of them in the new texts? I'm sure there is. That's why you'd recognize them."

"Uh, yeah…" Scorpius rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously. "Clearly…"

When the year resumed after the break, Scorpius felt a tad guilty. He had snuck the photo of Sirius and Regulus from its album home and brought it to school with him, and now the evidence seemed to burn a hole in his pocket.

Yet he had the chance to flag Albus down and show him the photo in late January. "What do you think? I was surprised, but—well, see for yourself," he explained, dropping the image onto Albus' doodle-laden notes.

For several moments, there was no reaction. Then Scorpius scrutinized his face and saw there was, indeed, a reaction. And Albus didn't look happy. "What is this?" he asked softly, coolly.

The blond frowned. He'd have thought Albus would be interested in this, not disappointed. "Sirius and Regulus Black. Your brother's namesake and his brother. I just thought… Well, you remind me of him. Or, he reminds me of you, with your looks like that."

The photo crumpled in Albus' grip, but Scorpius daren't object, though, if Scorpius' mother ever saw the result, he'd get a nasty telling off.

Scorpius, as he had that time before, opened and closed his mouth, searching for the words to make things better, to keep them talking. But this time nothing came.

And Albus was silent once again.

Worse yet, this time, Albus didn't even shrug it off.

"It's weird in here," Ethan said as they exited the dorm for the train.

"What's weird?" Mac asked.

"Well, it's the end of the year, but it feels as if someone died," Ethan elaborated with a shudder.

Albus pushed his way past him and Scorpius at the doorway and scampered off ahead of them.

Ethan and Scorpius watched him go. "Hmm," Ethan continued. "Suddenly it got five degrees warmer in here."

Scorpius gave Ethan a look. "That's rude, mate."

Deimos and Mac also left, and Scorpius fell into step with Ethan. "I'm not trying to be rude," the taller boy explained. "But, ever since you and Potter turned chummy, it was all right in the dorms. A bit friendlier. But, since the start of the spring term, things have been worse than they were before. Before, our room was always like some polite stalemate. Now it's just awkward." Ethan pursed his lips. "Why'd you have to go and poke the dragon?"

The Malfoy heir frowned but didn't answer. Even if he did have an answer, he wouldn't have shared it with Ethan. Only Albus deserved to know, anyway.

And so began Scorpius' summer haunted by dark locks.

"You look as if someone ran over you with their broom!" Asha laughed as their final year began.

The train ride to Hogwarts weighed heavily on Scorpius' mind. Good Merlin. They were minutes away from pulling into the station. They were minutes away from heading to their last opening feast. They were minutes away from separating according to House, and Scorpius still had no idea how to interact with Albus.

A letter wouldn't have made things right, Scorpius knew, which was why he hadn't sent one. No, that only would've worsened things. Suddenly getting a letter at home from someone he supposedly didn't know—Scorpius, in his shoes, knew it would've raised a ruckus, and he didn't want to put Albus in that position.

Yet Scorpius' worries only multiplied as the whispers on the train grew to a din inside the castle, and he finally saw what had everyone buzzing.

The hair painstakingly left uncut over the years—it was gone. In its place, Albus sported a super short trim. Not a buzz cut like Mac's, but it was short nevertheless.

Even from several seats away, Scorpius could see that Albus didn't appreciate the attention in the exact same way he hadn't appreciated the attention when he'd first begun growing it out.

And yet…despite all his worries, Scorpius liked the look. But, as ever, conscious of how his openness had gotten him into trouble before, Scorpius kept his mouth shut. He only gave in to showing Albus a small, kind smile when their eyes briefly locked during dinner. And Scorpius was sure that would be more than enough, his frets be damned.

A week passed, and Scorpius found he rather missed the noise Asha and Mac caused when they studied together in the library. No, they were getting on better these days and didn't spend as much time with him.

He took his things, giving up on the library, and thought to study at the Quidditch pitch. Hufflepuff, he'd heard, had practice today, and, with Louis Weasley on their team, things were bound to get loud.

On his way to the pitch, Scorpius hustled through the Clock Tower courtyard, and someone called out to him.

"Hey. Hey!"

He glanced over his shoulder and slowed to a halt as the person caught up with him.

Albus grimaced at him. "Don't make people call after you," he grumbled.

"Ah, yes, sorry." Scorpius blinked, realized he was gaping, and closed his mouth. "Erm… What brings you out here?"

"I saw you walking by." Albus pointed behind him. Apparently, he'd been in the Clock Tower.

"Oh."

Albus stared at him, and Scorpius adjusted his grip on his bag's straps.

"…are we talking again?" Scorpius asked cautiously.

The other boy continued staring…but at last he shrugged. Ah! Maybe they were all right after all.

"Would you like to join me at the pitch? I was going to study there."

Albus raised that lone eyebrow again.

"Don't ask. Even I'm aware how absurd it sounds to need noise in order to study." He laughed at himself, and Albus' body language shifted. Albus seemed comfortable around him once more. "Come on," the Malfoy said, and he waved Albus on.

They walked across the covered bridge mostly in silence. Scorpius didn't feel the need to talk, and he certainly knew Albus would talk if and when he had something to say.

Near the Stone Circle, Albus reached out and touched Scorpius' arm. "Yes?" Scorpius faced him.

"You… You still haven't commented on this year's style." His expression was ambiguous, but there was something in his tone. Scorpius couldn't help picturing a child rocking on his heels, waiting to be praised.

But Scorpius had not been raised to be a yes-man. Astoria Greengrass had made sure of that. "I think I deserve an explanation over last year," he said simply. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I don't know what I did wrong."

Albus sighed. "…I reckon I might've jumped the gun." His grimace returned. "That's Mum's impulsivity in me, sorry."

Scorpius furrowed his brow, not convinced. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"Albus…please tell me." "We're friends, aren't we?" was on the tip of Scorpius' tongue, but he withheld those words. Somehow, they didn't feel right, plus they would've made him look as though he were begging, which he certainly didn't do.

They started walking again but slowly this time, so Albus could gather his thoughts. "Don't you know what it's like? The constant comparisons?"

"How do you mean?"

"To your parents. To your dad." Albus glanced at him and, seeing that Scorpius wasn't offended, plowed on. "I've seen pics. You look like your dad."

This time, it was Scorpius' turn to shrug. "Some, but it doesn't bother me. I've got my mother's nose."

"Yeah, but… Well, I look too much like my father. Everyone kept expecting great things from me. Dad was even hoping I'd be in Gryffindor like him. Mum thought I'd play Quidditch like both of them. All the teachers that taught Dad and the rest keep holding me up to such high standards—even though Dad wasn't even that great a student." He balled his fists. "McGonagall's twice called me 'Harry' by accident. But I'm not my father. And I've never wanted to look like him."

Ah. Now things were beginning to make sense. Even Albus' cool exterior, so out of line with what the school had come to expect of the Weasley–Potter clan— "You've been trying to figure out who you are, besides Harry Potter's son, haven't you?"

Albus stared at him, but it was evident he was relieved not to have had to come out and say as much. "I thought you got it, you know. Didn't you have it bad with your family?"

"I think my mother changed things a lot, but the war wore my grandparents down." Thinking back on it, it occurred to Scorpius that never once had his parents compared him with anyone in their bloodline. Grandpa Lucius and Grandma Narcissa needed a little practice, but Scorpius had been raised as a happy, healthy child. The past of the generations before him was in the past—but that had not been the same case for Albus.

"Lucky you," the raven-haired boy grumbled. He sighed again. "I suppose I was trying so hard not to be my dad that I ended up being everyone but me."

Scorpius gave it some thought. "Hence looking like James, Snape, and Sirius Black over the years… Yes, I'll give you that—it was all very un-Albus of you."

Albus looked at him hopefully. "What about now?" He stared at Scorpius again, but his green eyes seemed so alive, as they never had before.

The blond found himself squirming under that gaze, but he forced his eyes upward. "I…suppose it's very…Roman? Like how Roman men cut their hair when they were in the military or something… Roman Muggles and wizards did the same thing." It looks soft, a voice teased Scorpius inside his head, but he quieted it.

Albus eased into a smile. "No one does that anymore, huh?"

"It's nice."

"It's very 'Albus,' wouldn't you say?"

Scorpius hated that his eyes had dropped down to Albus' gaze once more, and he sped up, wishing the pitch were closer. He tore his eyes away, but he couldn't help himself: "I don't know; I think I'll miss the long hair."

"What?" Albus whined. "Why? Even you said it made me look like a girl!"

And, with that, with something more than friendship entering the tone of their bickering, Scorpius knew the answer: Because I'd want to run my hands through it.

Like their fathers…not.

Well, this was pleasant. :] I've honestly never written these two before, I think mostly because I like their friendship, but like this I think they work. I've always held it as my headcanon that Al would have issues being Harry's doppelganger and that Astoria rubbed off a lot on her son, but I never really stopped to consider the possibility of Scor having a very pleasant childhood…which I find I quite like and could be possible when one considers the change of heart the Malfoys had post-war. So yeah. :D Thanks so much for asking for this, Slytherin Cat! I wrote something sort of outside my comfort zone…and I enjoyed it! Also, lots of OCs, mostly for name-dropping, but they'll appear in other places from time to time. Calytrix, Mac, and Asha all have already, but the others… ;) Thanks to Morghen and BlueMango for beta'ing, also!

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: :3c I still love this 2014 fic a lot, bc…I think it's charming? I've written quite a few next-gen fics and a LOT of slash in my decade-plus of writing fics, but there's actually a light-heartedness to this that I don't always convey (bc lbh angst comes waaay too naturally, at least for me XD). Anywho. I think my love for the Malfoys (and Greengrasses, tbh) comes thru in this version of Scorpius. My headcanon Scor isn't exactly like this (same goes for Al), but it was fun nevertheless. Tho, I hafta say, Asha, Mac, Ethan, and Deimos…nah, they're all pretty much as described/written. XD

#hp #harry potter #scorbus #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #<5000 #romance #slash #rated: PG #next gen era #3rd POV

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sxr-fanfic-art · 3 years ago

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Sandra Belle is a young woman who is sympathetic, empathetic. And not a good person.

Here's some information on my villainous Pyschonauts OC. This may or may not cause you to hate me as a writer but I want to preface this with "I am making her a bad person. She's a villain."

Sandra Bell's backstory entails a few things.

She was a bully victim, mainly for her empathy. Her empathy was/is still extreme. Any problem that people had (fictional people or otherwise) it affected her HARD

She was recruited by the Psychonauts mainly for testing. Not to go on adventures

She has many of the same interests as other important Psychonauts, which causes people to compare her. Eventually she can't remember who she was outside of the comparisons and being around people with so many issues that some are overlapping with her own.

Sadie, showing off her instability and want to hurt those around her, harms Coach Oleander by deliberately showing him a necklace made from a bunny-butterfly (the nose and whisker area.)

At the start of her story, she is kept in Psychoisolation, only given water by a select few Psychonauts.

The Psychonauts debrief any new comers about Sadie in orientation under: Current Unstable Criminals and What to Do. Razputin did not go to orientation, and knows nothing about Sandra Bell.

Razputin is trusted to go bring Sandra some water and food, since he's been so good at helping and assisting others. Including at a mental asylum. Surely he can handle himself with one puny meal he has to watch Sandra eat.

When Raz first meets her, he does something that others haven't before. While Psychonauts are supposed to use Telekinesis to push in her meal, Raz carries it in and places it on the table near her bed. Sandra Bell, seeing this 10 year old little angel (using Clairvoyance she sees Razputin as one), introduces herself as Sadie and the two have a nice little chitchat about herself, with Sadie being vague about how "I was put here because some things of myself... they didn't like."

Of course, Raz is wary about her, but he knows that other people come into the Psychoisolation voluntarily. Which Sadie claims the voices were much too loud. She tells Raz she's a mind reader, but can hear all minds at once. She also tells him that just him being there could help her out. His mind's chaotic with the amount that he knows, and it could help her as a bridge to "reformation."

Sadie is an empath, as is Raz. But Sadie is a sadist.

Over time, she talks to Raz, she convinces him that maybe... she should go for a test run? Be in his mindscape and analyze other's thoughts while in his brain? It could be great. Sadie uses this time to put down little seeds of doubt in Raz's mind. Things like "what makes Oleander so much better than me? I shouldn't have to listen to him. He tried to take over the world and the others don't take him too seriously, either." "Nora... she should have been punished for what she did to me! I was helping the Psychic Six! Or seven, I should now say." and "Ford Cruller... I thought he was my hero but... I could have never been afraid of water if it weren't for him. I had to clean up his mess!"

Eventually, Sadie makes a deep connection with Raz, and he makes her a friendship bracelet.

They keep talking and there's a deep rooted particular seed, though Sadie didn't sow it herself. One thing she asks Raz for is a computer "just to write things down. It's so much easier" and she shows him the Campster website. Specifically remarking about how fleeting summer romances are and showing the first few messages of Lili's campster page.

Now, this boy had been so excited about his first girlfriend, so seeing this plants a BIG seed of doubt where memories of Lili is kept.

That very next day, Lili acts very cold towards Raz, not wanting to speak with him and Truman Zonatto recommends that Raz stay away from Lili "for his own good." (Bonus: the Clairvoyance that would be used on Truman would show a smaller Raz with soot all over his gloves.)

This is the straw that kind of breaks Raz's back. Sadie is there for him, empathetic and trying to help him. She makes a sly mention that "they took away my friendship bracelet, but I know a bracelet doesn't make or break our relationship." As sort of a jab to Lili. Why? Sadie is a sadist. She burned her own friendship bracelet and left the ashes on Zonatto's desk. She wanted to see Raz suffer and then swoop in with her empathy.

Of course she reasons with herself. I know he's hurt now, but soon I'll make it better. Which Raz can hear.

Sadie begins burning bridges of Raz's relationships until she is the only one left. And then she could use him. Well, not use him. Just make him see her truth. And soon they could hurt the Psychonauts with all the baggage they were both forced to carry.

And this is where Sadie shows off a power that both she and Raz have. "Manifestation." Sadie can use manifestations of people's fears and start to mess with them. Oleander? A giant bunny wielding a cleaver. Milla? Will-o-Wisps (seen as child like fire beings)

This comes to a head with the chaos in the Mother Lobe, with Sadie's actions going WAY too far for Raz's likings. And no matter what she says, Raz is done. He know's he's messed up with most of the Psychonauts, but he still runs to Agent Hollis and Sasha and explains what is going on.

Sasha and Hollis are mortified that Sandra Bell was able to get her hands on Raz but they're glad to see that seemingly no lasting damage was done unto him. But this leads to the bad thing. The last time Sandra went this crazy, Sasha had to go into her mind to get her calmed enough for them to restrain her.

So where does her sympathy come in?

The mind. Sandra Bell's mind is broken with different bits of different people. She's an empath who's lost herself. A broken mirror with different faces in each sliver. Constantly compared to other characters. So her big boss level is just... based off of different minds she's been compared to. Oleander's love of bunnies? It's a giant open field full of enemies that leads to a butcher shop with Sadie as a butcher, wearing her rabbit-butterfly necklace. Milla's love of dancing? It's a rhythm based platformer level similar to NDR. Sasha's mathematics? A quiz game that rewards health for correct answers and slews of enemies with incorrect answers. Hollis's care for patients? That's where Sadie's backstory takes place. Go through the hospital and end up in Sadie's shoes dealing with the overstimulation of thoughts and emotions around her.

Each time a level is passed, she rediscovers a little more until you're left with not a broken mirror, but a magnifying glass on a small, crying girl who just wanted to be herself but couldn't. She couldn't be herself or else she was made fun if. If not made fun of, was she really copying someone else? Embodying them? Who was she? One thing she did know. Those people were so annoying! How dare they! They all needed to pay.

Sandra may bring some sympathy. But she is still a BAD PERSON! Even though Raz and also Sasha know what she's been through, she wants to hurt.

Even still... they don't know what to do with her after putting her back in Psychoisolation. And Razputin has the need to at the very least apologize on her behalf. Though. This is when it finally comes up that Lili doesn't want to forgive Raz for "burning the bracelet." He reveals that he still has the bracelet and Lili's so overcome that she once again kisses him, showing that they should be able to get through this.

It also shows how far Sandra was willing to use Raz. To the point where something that took so much time and love was simply burnt to hurt another person.

#LONG post #psychonauts oc #possible story spoilers #sandra bell #sadie bell

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its-sixxers · 4 years ago

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Why Do You Hurt? OC Quiz

tagged by @third-rail-vip and doing this for my Elder Scrolls bbs as they are currently taking up room in my head rent free this week but if people want to see my other OCs I also can do

Quiz here if anyone wants to take it! :D Tag me if you do! Putting Tandreth and Raansi under the cut so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash.

Idunn Kyne-Kissed

because you have made mistakes you cannot swallow

mistakes come back to you like echoes in an empty cave. you have been trying since you started but does trying count? is trying good enough? every night it visits you, the pain that you have caused with your clumsy hands and venom-tongue. life careens onward, onward, with the moon hung in the sky and the sun the day after, but you walk backwards on this path so you can keep sight of what you did. the destruction still feels fresh. it still feels like fire, where you burned them. fire is supposed to be warm. it burned them, and it will swallow you. blow out the candle. let it rest. some things are better left behind in the dark.

Being the ‘chosen one’ sucks, so this encapsulates Idunn’s whole complex pretty well. She believes that her strength is a gift from the gods and must be put to use helping those who lack it, and when she’s unable to help or fumbles things it cuts her up inside bad. As someone whose talents at their core revolve around violence - around swinging a warhammer and shouting demigods out of the sky - there’s a conflict between her desires and actions that’s chipping away at her.

Indoril Tandreth

this isn't enough for you

the words creep into your head in the dead of night one night and you cannot get rid of them. 'this isn't enough for me anymore'. you thought this was enough for you at some point, or maybe you hoped that it would be, but it isn't, and it hurts. you need to change something, or die trying. this - life like this - does not make life worth living. there is a lump in your throat that demands attention every waking moment of the day. there is pain in your body like a cavernous maw you cannot keep balance over. this is not what you wanted. you need to change. you can't stay here. it is not a character flaw you want more.

This is so hilariously on the nose for him I don’t feel like I need to explain much. Tandreth spends his life running from his own pain or trying to drown it through whatever means he can, and it’s why his behavior is so risk taking and his lifestyle is so hedonistic. But it’s not working, and the past always has a way of catching up with you. Tandreth tries to burn away his pain or blind it with the light of distraction, but what he really needs is a purpose - something huge, something great to be a part of, something to lend meaning to it all.

Indoril Azuraansi

you swallow pain & fold around it

you have always hurt. you hold it carefully, and twisted in such a way that other people don't have to see it. you don't choke on it. you don't drown. you just have it, the way some people have freckles, this is a thing that lives in your bones. you fold instead of fighting because you know how to make yourself small, tuck away the places where they have clawed at, swallow the bruises so you seem clean. nobody needs to see it. you will live through this on your own. you know what you need, and relief isn't it. this doesn't mean you cannot reach out - it means it is not in your nature to do so. you should. hiding does not mean you won't be seen.

Raansi, unlike her brother, accepts that pain will come to her. She’s allowed herself to love and to lose. While Tandreth runs away from it, she bottles hers away and isolates herself from others - it’s why Winterhold has been so dear to her. Raansi is carved from ice, isolated and unknowable - but she will melt at the touch of one able to brave the cold.

#quiz prompts #skyrim #oc: idunn / dragonborn #oc: tandreth #oc: azuraansi

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magneticmage · 3 years ago

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Quiz Meme; OC-style

I was tagged by @rozhevisny to take this quiz.

I also ended up doing a number of my OCs. They are under the cut for length.

I am tagging @awellboiledicicle @mikkeneko @changeling-fae @higheverweave @yusukesmomjeans @dalishious and @draxen1123 but don't feel pressured to do so if you don't wanna! It's all for fun.

(Inquisitors)

Paeriel Lavellan="You're choking on how much you have to try". Accurate by the time of Inquisition (specifically around Skyhold) as Paeriel very much embodies the virtue of suledin. She can handle the amount she's dealt with but it is still a burden and she worries about how it will affect others if she slips and drops under the weight. She doesn't want more harm to come to innocents and those who are already struggling under their own burdens (mages, dwarves, elves, even the templars to some degree), and yet it is a fight that continues on and on seeming without end. Just as Solas walks his path to break the systems oppressing people, she tries to work within those same systems to better chances for those who need it.

Armashok Adaar="You were meant to". Accurate prior to his joining the Inquisition. He spent so much of his life struggling to find his place as everyone told him what to be; silent, obediant, a weapon to be protected against. He chafed and struggled to find comfort in it and yet he ultimately realized that he was his own person. No one could tell him who and what he was or was meant to be, not even his wife. So he chose for himself; To be Armashok Adaar.

Ransley Trevelyn="This isn't enough for you" Also accurate for pre-Inquisition Ransley, as he balked against his family expectations. They wanted him to marry a nice noblewoman of status and wealth. He courted them but couldn't quite bite the bullet as something about them just lacked....something. Even when he met his lover, he struggled against the fact that they had to be discreet for her reputation as a Knight-Divine. His family demanded he become a Templar, he decided the Seekers would be a better use of his talents. Always when he was told something, his innate ambition would push him for more and better things. While he can give up things as needed, he dislikes it. That last part is something he struggles with-and notably fails during Trespasser-post-Inquisition. This is a trait that Josephine can understand, though like their lover Cassandra, she tempers it in herself and him with patience.

Naranka Cadash="Because you have made mistakes you cannot swallow" Pfft. Yeah, this is very much her. She seeks redemption just as badly as Paeriel does for Solas, just as badly as Blackwell-her love interest-does.

(Inner Circle)

Kara Adaar="Because you cannot hold freedom". Very true. She's seen what freedom has cost her parents to give her a better life and plans to make the most of hers. That desire to enjoy life is shared with Sera. The desire to understand the world through the lens of ensuring that freedom for others is something she shares with Dagna.

Emilyse Trevelyan="You swallow pain and fold around it" Yikes. This is accurate to her time in the Circle, however. She spent much of her time trying to be a "good" mage, despite a number of abuses by the Templars and the Chantry. It was only when her brother visited her during his training as a recruit that some of those abuses came to light and she was brought to the Circle in Ostwick, closer to home and with the newly added bribes to ensure her safety, she did much better. However, this newfound life did not for too long as the Rebellion broke out and she was left adrift for a time before making her way with some other refugees to the Conclave at Haven. She was nervous about so many Templars, but eventually found solace and peace with Cullen as they each began to heal over their own traumas of their respective sides, and together as they began a family shortly after Trespasser.

Samrel Lavellan="because you cannot hold freedom" Interesting. He's actually one of my simplest OCs; a simple life with his clan and husband, First to the Keeper and cousin to Paeriel, is all he wants. Unlike some of my other Dalish OCs, he hasn't faced quite the same level of hardship and loss, and though he does mourn the loss of his clan, he seeks to rebuild it alongside his husband and the few survivors that managed to escape the humans' blades. So perhaps that defiance of the losses inflicted harkens back to the Dale's and the elves' refusal to submit to the Alienages, by simply standing up and saying "No, you cannot silence us" is enough? That could be a type of freedom and there is power in that refusal. Thoughts to consider more later.

Pyrmar Cadash="This isn't enough for you". Oh that's interesting. Pyrmar is one of those characters that seems super simple (ex-surfacer Carta bruiser with a notable penchant for leadership as a Champion) and, for the most part, he is. He likes drink and fun as much as any other mercenary like the Chargers. But, like Dorian, he sometimes feels inadequate in some way. As if he is meant for more; to be and do more. Most notably for basic respect and care, something his upbringing in the cutthroat nature of the Carta was missing. Dorian shows him that he is capable of love and being loved and The Iron Bull gives him the respect and belonging he lacked previously. While he can still fall orey to his baser nature at times, his heart as grown much over the years and so it becomes less common to "want more" as he used to.

(Last Court)

Aurore de Serault="Because you have made mistakes you can't swallow" Ooo. She does carry some lingering guilt and grief over her late husband's death at the hands of the Game. She struggles with the Orlesian court at times, and much prefers solitude and peaceful quiet to gossipy ballrooms and noble Lords and ladies demanding a dance, a bonding point for her and her love interests of The Silent Huntsman and the Elegant Abbess. However, it's not that she's unskilled in the Game; in fact, she's quite good at it. She simply prefers simplicity to more complex machinations. All that said, she does regret the ferocity with which she holds grudges; she had gone on to murder the entire families of those individuals responsible for her husband's death.

Marcel de Serault="You swallow pain and fold around it". Hmmm. Not sure of this one. Marcel divorced his wife to pursue a cloistered and scholarly life in pursuit of knowledge (he was once a Chevalier). Eventually he began to crave the adventure of the Game again, which is how he fell for The Wayward Bard and the Dashing Outlaw. Again, not too sure but it's interesting. Perhaps he simply internalized his losses and pain?

(Hawkes)

Knight-Commander Jasper Hawke of Kirkwall="because you've made mistakes you can't swallow" Oh cool! Jasper watches his younger siblings-three of his fellow quadrupled and Carver- go off into the Deep Roads expedition. He made the decision to stay behind to protect Bethany and their mother in case things went south. Despite assurances from his departing siblings, things did go south. After being pissed at Batrand, he sighed and went to work for the Templars. Shortly thereafter, despite his best efforts, Bethany was caught by Templars and taken to the Circle. Jasper did what he could to protect and shield his sister from the worst abuses of the Templars under Meredith's command, no matter the personal costs and enmity it earned him from his siblings and companions. It even ended his relationship with Anders around the beginning of Act 2. After Meredith was defeated, he worked with Cullen to try and reform the Templars and rebuild Kirkwall post-Chantry boom. His efforts were strained once red lyrics began to show up and corrupt his fellow templars. Despite narrowly avoiding being swept into the group while infiltrating it to gather intel, he succeeded in driving them out. When Cullen left for the Inquisition, he stepped up to continue reforming the Templars for protecting the mages. While he originally balked at the pro-mage decisions of the Inquisition, he ultimately agreed that the Chantry had abused all of its charges-mages and templars both. He began to reshape the Templars under his command to fit in line with the changing world; a choice to take lyrium, and a recovery and rehabilitation plan set in stone for all members who wished to leave, new rules and regulations in place to protect the rights and dignity of both mages and Templars, slowly making them a secular force beyond the Chantry but under the control of Vivenne's newly reformed Circle of Magi perhaps. He does what he believes to be right and for the best of his family, even if they dislike his decisions. A trait he no doubt picked up from his mother.

Lord Gray Hawke of House Amell="You swallow pain and fold around it" This is fitting for Lord Amell. While Jasper and Violet always held loft goals to pursue and Skye simply wanted to go and see the world for all it was, Gray preferred to remain at home and tend to their family. He is the one most connected to the Amell legacy rather than the Hawke self-made determination. That's not to say it isn't there; he's more than willing to help others and make something of himself, but it comes back to wanting to appease and help his family in whatever ways he could. He pines for Anders for a great deal of time, but doesn't make a move due to either Jasper dating the mage or simply not wanting to be a rebound for his brother. In the end, however, Anders surprises him (perhaps nudged on by Skye and Violet) by initiating a kiss and the two quickly develop into a stable relationship. He is even willing to leave all he'd built to go on the run with Anders and further aid him in his cause. Gray is just a cutie who wants a simple meal and a nice husband. If he gets to watch Anders shoot lightning at fools, well, who is he to laugh?

Viscountess Skye Hawke="Because you cannot hold freedom". Accurate. Skye loves her freedom. While she is certainly ambitious, it often comes down to more power means more freedom. She rules as Viscountess of Kirkwall for a time until abdicating in favor of Varric so she can pursue Tallis across the seas, but also to simply go back to adventuring and exploring. While she does not care for the Qun and its Qunari, she cares about people and her family most of all. It is one of the few tethers she did not choose but it is the one she keeps above all others. After all, even the Sky must touch the earth at some point just as a Hawk must return to its nest to rest and tend its young.

Champion Violet Hawke of Kirkwall="Because you have made mistakes you cannot swallow". Fitting given that Violet is both a blood-mage (also a spirit-healer and force-mage) and extremely pro-mage freedom, and her choices often led her to conflict with Jasper due to their views and lives. She has only ever wanted to be free to live her life as she chooses, with is how she fell for Isabela. She fell for Fenris because she's a bleeding heart who wants to help everyone as much as she can. Kirkwall left its mark on her and she's struggling to do better than what she views as a failure due to her diplomatic nature in the name of mage freedom by the time the Inquisition comes around. While just as driven by the cause for equality as Anders, she often privately struggled with her mother's death among the many other revelations and choices of her family, fearing the loss of all she called dear. Luckily Fenris and Isabela returned to her and they made a pact to live well on the seas after everything had settled down and Champion Hawke was no longer needed.

(Awakening)

Senior Warden Dion Caron="This isn't enough for you" Okay. So, Dion joined the Wardens to escape the Templars (p.s. it didn't work) and his adopted sister Victoire-Ainsley was already joining and he had promised to protect her for their parents. He's happily married to Garam and spends much of his time training recruits and fostering camaderie in the ranks of the Wardens. What more could he want? Perhaps it is nothing and the doubt is simply there as is human nature, perhaps he frets about his dwindling time in the world before his Calling, perhaps he does want more. Who can say?

Senior Warden/Warden-Constabke Victoire-Ainsley Caron of Orlais="This isn't enough for you" Pfft. Victoire-Ainsley's ambition to make a name for herself and her family (she came from a long line of Chevaliers) nearly cost her her life and resulted in her father's death. Her mother adopted an orphan boy-Dion-in the hopes it would curb some of her darker tendencies. It partially succeeded. While she did not go as far as she'd once been willing, she still acted ruthlessly and this earned her quite the name in the Game for a time. However, her fall from grace was just as bloody as her rise, and she was only spared by the intervention of the Wardens' Conscription. She lost a great deal and was now forever barred from reclaiming it. She acted out for a time and was surprised when the Wardens allowed-encouraged even-it. However the death of her husband to save them during a nasty skirmish against a powerful broodmother she'd led them against resulted in a mission successful but at a cost she hadn't wanted to pay; only her, Dion, Garam, and I senna made it out alive. Since then, she had been working towards redeeming herself, opening up to the criticism and vulnerability she'd been so afraid of, much like Loghain is when he is sent to Orlais. And so while her pride demands more of her, she focuses instead on what she can provide and tries to bite back the bile this causes. After all, this is for the best and that is enough. Right?

Senior Warden Isenna Andras="You were meant to" Isenna lived first under the Orlesian cruelty in the Alienate and then the Templars' in the Circle. It is no wonder she fights to carve a name for herself in history, to make herself her own, to be what she was never meant to even dream of. She wants to be a hero but struggles against her own inner nature to survive. She is driven by the conflict of selflessness and self-preservation. Perhaps Mhairi's idealism is enough to tip the scales for her.

Senior Warden Garam Kader="Because you have made mistakes you cannot swallow" Accurate. He joined the Wardens after passing off the wrong Carta Boss and then spent years helping Victoire-Ainsley and her brother grow their ambition and then....his unit died beyond the four of them. And all the glamor of the Wardens fell away and he realized just how far some would go and he began to wait for them to step back, hoping they would step back. Victoire-Ainsley and Dion and Isenna did. He did. But the Clarel didn't. He hopes Loughlin will do better as the Warden-Commander of Orlais. He knows he will do better and he knows his husband, Dion, will.

(Wardens)

Warden-Commander Lynera Mahariel of Fereldan="You were meant to" Ouch my heart. Lynera lost Tamlen and never quite recovered. She was forced into a Warden and then into leading the party as the Hero of Fereldan and then into the role of Warden-Commander/Arlessa of Amaranthine and she did it. She took all the pain and hurt and losses over the years, the Taint and its horrors and its strength sapping, the politics and hard decisions; she took it all and she did it. She did what was needed, became what a Grey Warden Commander and hero was meant to be. She can't even say she regrets becoming a Warden anymore as its become so central to her identity now, only mourns the things and people she's lost to get there. I think Sten-excuse me-the Arishok understands this. Perhaps that is why they both hope to never meet on a battlefield unless they are on the same side again.

Warden Isemaya Tabris="You swallow pain and fold around it" Okay that's like SUPER interesting. See, Isemaya learned about the injustices elves face early in life. It cost her her mother's life and very nearly her twin brother's as well, after all. She became a warrior to protect them (her family, her community, her home) and she was good at it. But then she saw a glimpse of a different life with Nelaros, one where she might be happy simply letting someone else deal with all the fighting and clawing and exhaustion. She wanted it, she realized, she wanted it very much. But then she lost him and Shianni was hurt and she was hurt and Vaughn was dead and the humans were so angry. She geared up to protect her people again, to be the brave warrior like her mother before her. And then....Duncan Conscripted her. She was forced from her home, alive and angry and proud, and so she expanded her family to her companions. Then Zevran tried to kill them and they let him live and she watched him like a hawk and saw the same longing for a life, for more in the absence of loss, in him. She helped him heal and learn to live again and he helped her set down her weapons and her anger for a time and then the times became more frequent and they grew closer. She told him she loved him in the brisk Haven air and he gave her a golden earring to match the old and blood-stained wedding band she still wore, and she had found peace. She continued with the Wardens, with helping him take down the Crows, with searching for a cure so they could have more time. She took her pain but instead of weaponizing it like Lynera and others did, she learned to let it go and continue on. She learned to live in spite of, not because of, her pain.

Arcane Advisor Catriona Surana of Fereldan= "Because you have made mistakes you cannot swalllow" Oof. This is definitely Catriona during Origins. Her decisions to betray Jowan, to use blood magic at Ostagar and then to continue to practice and study it despite the stigma it holds, the merging with Compassion to save Cale, to give up her dreams of marriage and freedom and let Alistair marry Anora for the good of Fereldan and again when Leliana went on to become the Left Hand of the Divine and then again as the Divine Victoria...she makes a lot of mistakes and the consequences haunt her for a very long time. While she does manage to find some good in them, or at least simply makes peace with them, they still color how she becomes in 2 and Inquisition and beyond.

Warden Cale Amell=

Teryn Fion Cousland of Gwaren=

Paragon Prince Barran Aeducan=

Warden Paragon Tatha Brosca=

(Origins)

First/Keeper Vireth Mahariel=

"Dark Wolf" Elthorn Tabris=

"Stormcaller" Alaros Surana=

Lord Azul Amell=

Lady "Nightshade" Raven Amell=

Lord Carmine Amell=

Lord Reed Amell=

Lady Marigold Amell=

Captain "Highever Spitfire" Aelynne Cousland=

Princess and Orzammar Commander Valda Aeducan=

(Canon Solo Shepard)

Commander and Spectre Annette Shepard=

(The Sibling Shepards Canon)

Spectre Riley Shepard=

Spectre/XO Roscoe "Ros" Shepard=

Spectre/Commander Joanna "Jo" Shepard=

(Shepard Cousins)

Angelus "Angel" Shepard=

Elliot "El" Shepard=

Jaden "Jay" Shepard=

Alexandra "Alex" Shepard=

Kristopher "Kris" Shepard=

Clover "Clove" Shepard=

(Starship Ryders Canon)

Pathfinder Lucas "Luke" Ryder=

Pathfinder Rebecca "Becca" Ryder=

Pathfinder Shiloh "Shy" Ryder=

Pathfinder Evander "Evan" Ryder=

Pathfinder Asher "Ash" Ryder=

(Baldur's Gate)

Cei Gloomdraft=

Faenerys Elendir=

"Sable Shades" Risaeder Rosandoral=

Saga "Muse" Musehart=

Lyr(e/a/an) Lovemoor=

Rune Mistsea=

Lucine Mistsea=

Roan Roarke=

#my ocs stuff #my baldur's gate 3 ocs #my Shepards #Sibling Shepards #My Dragon Age OCs #My Wardens #My Origins #My Hawkes #My Marquises #My Inquisitiors #My Inner Circles #My Team Tadpole

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ikenbar · 4 years ago

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Ikamara One Shot: The MP3

Hi! this is just a one shot about the OC I made for the game Mr. Love: A Queen’s Choice. It’s a story I have been working on a while and these One Shots are to help better understand the character! (And also rise tension for the up coming chapters to the actual fan fiction) I hope you guys learn to love and understand Ike more by reading these! Thank you so much for your time and enjoy!

~ Ike and Bar Productions Productions

Warnings: None. Literally just wholesome fluff and familial bonds.

Read more of Ikamara’s story!

Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :)

And Chapter Two prologue and parts one, two, three, four, five, and six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven here :D

Chapter three coming soon :D

One Shot: The MP3

“Here we are!”

It was the first day of her transfer to her new high school, Loveland Lake High, and Ike was less than pleased to be there. The last high school she attended had been full of frauds and bullies. She never uttered a word but the whole school seemed to think they knew her enough to judge her. They were wildly mistaken but Ike didn’t care much about it. What they thought was probably right. After all, her last foster parents spent hours making sure she knew how much of a disappointment she was. Luckily, she wouldn’t have to listen to anything the students or faculty had to say. She had six hours of run time on her MP3 player and she planned on using every bit of it while she was there. It seemed as if Kiro was the only thing that made Ike feel like she was not alone, even though she was very much alone. Or at least tried to be. If it weren’t for her new foster family.

“Thank you for the ride, Maria!” Ike’s new overly cheery foster brother, Chris, smiled from the passenger's seat as he opened the car door.

“Of course, dear!” Maria smiled at him, “Have a good day!”

“Bye!” Sam called from next to Ike, making her jump slightly. Chris gave Sam one last smile before shutting the door behind him. Maria’s attention was now on the teenage girl in the backseat of the car.

“Have a good first day, sweetie!” Maria spoke with hope to Ike, as she unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to get out of the minivan, “I’ll pick you up for lunch!” Ike stayed silent as she pulled at the door. Something tugged on Ike’s left side. Though unable to feel that arm, she still turned to look at the perpetrator. A missing toothed smile came from Sam in the car seat next to her. He had a hold of her shirt sleeve. Ike gave the boy a poker faced glare. It didn’t seem to faze him as he simply smiled wider and said, “You’re coming to my school for lunch! They have a big cafeteria with lots of food so it’ll be fun!” Ike nodded, trying to shake his hand from her sleeve. He ignored her and continued, “And you can meet my friends! There’s Miles and Cedrick and-”

“Alright, Sam.” Maria called from the front seat, “Time to let her go to school.”

“Oh, right!” Sam let go of Ike’s shirt, “Have a great day!! See you soon!” Ike quickly turned back to the door. She grabbed the door handle but stopped. She slowly turned and looked at the window seat on the other side of the car. A quiet, little boy sat there wearing huge earphones, staring out of the window with a perplexed look on his face. Ashton was the only person who had left Ike alone since she moved in. Though Sam was his twin brother, he seemed to completely vary from him. Though Sam didn’t seem to like it, from the contant arguemnts the two had, Ike respected the distance nonetheless. He was the only one who made her feel heard even though she didn’t speak a word.

“What’s wrong?” Sam tilted his head curiously, “You forget something? I can help you find it!” Ike regained her composure and left the car without looking back. She quickly walked to the front door of the school, avoiding anymore contact from her supposed family. Groups of children laughed and talked as they passed her. Ike’s shoulders rose and her posture worsened as she walked through the crowds. A creeping feeling made its way through Ike’s shoes. Suddenly, it was like she could hear what everyone was saying loud and clear.

“She’s a mistake. Five foster homes and no one kept her. This new foster home isn’t going to change anything.”

“She may be wearing our uniform but she will never be welcome here.”

“She’s a fraud. She speaks lies.”

“She was nearly beaten to death. In my opinion, he should have just finished the jo-”

Ike put the earbuds in her ears. The rest of the world washed out and was replaced by a sweet melody and a soft voice. Those kids weren’t saying those words. They were just talking about the latest season of Quiz of Chairs. None of them even noticed her walk by. But Ike wasn’t convinced. She tucked the MP3 player into her shirt and covered the earbuds with her long, bushy, brown hair as she walked into the school.

That day was as long as Ike had feared. Every class would start the same. She’d be introduced, the class would give them their fake smiles and empty welcomes, and then the teacher would ask her to tell the class a little bit about herself. To which she responded by silently moving to an empty desk and staring at the floor. By the time lunch came around, she successfully made everyone at school uncomfortable. The sidelong glances and harsh whispers were nothing new to her. In fact, she barely noticed them as she kept her head down and listened to her music. She was only pulled away from it as someone grabbed a hold of her shoulder, pulling her into a side hug. Startled, Ike tensed and whipped her head around to see a beaming Chris next to her. Ike paused her music and gave the boy an uneasy look.

“Solid day, huh??” He asked, not expecting an answer, “I made loads of new friends! Shame I can’t eat with them though. But spending time with the twins is ok too!” The two walked together to the office where Maria was waiting to pick them up. They left the school and arrived at the elementary school. Immediately, Ike was uncomfortable. The sounds of screaming children on the playground overtook her senses as she walked through the school. Maria had found one of the teachers and had sparked a conversation with them, leaving Chris and Ike to find the cafeteria on their own. Chris felt like he needed to say something but was interrupted by a screaming child.

“You’re here!” Sam appeared from one of the classrooms and ran headlong into Chris. They both fell to the ground laughing.

“You think I’d miss out on free food??” Chris ruffled Sam’s hair roughly, “And I get to spend time with the best brother in the world! Speaking of which, where’s Ashton?” Sam punched Chris in the stomach, causing him to laugh again. Sam looked up and smiled widely at Ike. Ike folded her arms and looked uncomfortably down the hallway and to the classroom Sam had just come from. A teacher was standing there, looking very disgruntled. “Now, Sam.” Chris pushed Sam off of him as he stood up, “What were you doing in the classroom so late?”

“I… uh.. Got in trouble.” Sam murmured, barely audible over the squeaking of his nervous feet, “Don’t tell Mom! But I may have accidentally… told the teacher that the reason I didn’t do my homework was becuase she sucked at teaching.” Chris scoffed and looked to Ike for a reaction. She depicted none, still staring emptily through the hallway. Sam waved his hands in self defense, “Don’t worry about it! I was only kept five minutes from lunch! We don’t have much time! Let’s go eat!!” Sam took Chris by the hand and Ike by the sleeve and he dragged them down the hall and to a pair of double doors. The moment he opened them, another wave of screaming erupted into Ike’s ears, causing her to involuntarily cover her ears. Sam laughed nervously from next to her. “I know. It can get loud.” He smiled.

Sam pulled Chris and Ike further into the room and towards a table full of food. A disgruntled lunch lady watched as Sam gave Chris and Ike a tray and gestured to the food, inviting them to take some. Chris happily obliged, taking one of everything the table had to offer. Smiling sweetly to the lunch lady as he did so. Ike put the tray back down and grabbed one of the many untouched bowls of fruit at the end of the table, nodding respectfully to the lady as she did. Sam led them to a table full of children. He excitedly started talking to them and introducing an enthusiastic Chris to everyone there. Ike pulled her eyes from Sam and to the room. Where was the other twin? The one that hated crowds? The one that listened to her silence?

“And this is Ike!” Sam pulled Ike to the center of the attention with the boys, “She is a woman of few words. What she doesn’t say, she feels!” Ike thinned her lips and nodded to the boys, who smiled and waved back to her.

“Sam, where’s Ashton?” Chris asked the question that had been burning in Ike’s mind.

“Oh, Some kid broke his earphones as a joke.” Sam sighed, “He got angry so now he is staying in the library to eat.” Ike looked to the double doors as Sam turned back to the table with his large smile, “Anyway, that’s a bummer for him because we are gonna have a party here! Right, guys?!” the boys cheered, “Ok, Chris you can sit here. And Ike, you can-... Ike?” When Sam had turned to help Ike into her seat, she had already left the cafeteria. It didn’t take long for the boys to realize where she had gone.

Ike skimmed all of the classrooms she had walked past, looking for something resembling a library. After a few disappointing doors, a large room filled with stuffed bookcases came to view. She walked into it and spotted a small boy sitting at one of the many empty desks covering his ears tightly. The sounds from the playground washed through an open window. Kids running through the sand, hitting the metal on the playground, screaming about nothing in particular. It was too much for Ike. From the look on the little boy’s face, she could tell he felt the same.

Ashton grunted and bent over his lunch tray full of food. He threw his hands over his ears and started mummbling to himself. His leg started bouncing with agression. As she watched him struggle to block out the noise, an image came to Ike’s mind. One of her sitting in her new room, struggling to block out the noises of her fourth foster parents fighting. The noises she thought she would get used to but she never did. She would flip on the radio and turn it all the way up to drown them out. Even if it was nothing but radio static, it was better than what was being said. Ashton’s eyes were as tightly shut as Ike’s had once been. She knew the struggle that was ringing in his head. But this time was different. This time Ashton wasn’t alone.

Ike placed her fruit bowl down and came up behind Ashton. She touched Ashton’s hand gently, making him jump and look around at her. “What are you doing here?” Ashton asked, defensively. Ike jumped at his sudden question. She quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out her MP3 player. She handed it to him. Ashton looked at it questionably then looked back at her with the same look. “What? You showing off or something?” Ike’s shoulders tensed even more. She looked down at the floor. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he really didn’t feel the same-

“Okay, okay.” Ashton plucked the MP3 player from Ike’s hands, “I’ll take it. Jst don’t look at me like that.” Ike blinked. Ashton pulled out the chair and patted it. “Here. Sit down. We’ll listen together.” Ike blinked once again. A look of questioning settled on her face. Ashton seemed to understand. “I know I came here to be alone but I feel bad just taking this from you. Also you’re not gonna be all loud and annoying. So sit.” Ike stood there for a little longer, then took the chair Ashton pulle dout for her. Ashton handed her one of the ear buds, which she gladly took.

As Ashton scrolled through her music, Ike fought with the thoughts in her head. Just say that youre sorry about his headset, The quiet voice seemed to be sweetly saying to her, tell him everything will be ok! Another thought came and screamed over the first, How do you know he would take it seriously?! Three years! Three years you haven’t trusted anyone with your voice! They don't care for it!! They don’t care for-

“Thank you.” Ashton said in a small voice. Ike’s heart stopped. “Not a lot of people like me. It’s just because my brother is nice and fun and I’m lame and quiet. It feels nice to know you care enough to leave that behind and join me instead. I’m sorry if you get bored but.. could you stay? At least a little longer?” Ike hesitated a moment. Then gently lay her head on his shoulder. She kept her shoulders tense, prepared for him to push her away. Ready for him to tell her he changed his-

Ashton lay his head ontop of hers. “Thanks.” He said through a smile Ike couldn’t see. Ike relaxed her shoulders slightly. They sat there togther, scrolling threw Ike’s songs in silence. Well, almost in silence.

“You really like Kiro, don’t you?” Ashton asked through a teasing laugh, “Do you find him attractive or something?” Ike shook her head. “Why? He’s hot.” Ashton said this plainly, surprising Ike again, “At least that’s what all the girls in my class say. Have you ever seen his face?” Ike nodded. “And you still don’t find him attractive?” Ike grew nervous. How could she tell him without speaking up? Suddenly, she got an idea.

Ike took control over the MP3 player and chose one of Kiro’s songs, “Music is Beyond The Soul.” Ashton listened silently to the song, taking in the words. “So,” he started slowly, “You like his music more than you like him?” Ike nodded. “Cool." Ashton seemed excited of something, “...why didn’t you just say that?” Ike looked up at the small boy sitting next to her. He looked at her, head tilted and small eyebrow arched. Ike hesitated but soon was back on the MP3 player, skimming the songs until she found the one she wanted. “Hiding from the Past.” by a band named Waking at First. Ike could hear the music through the earbuds, singing along to it inside of her head.

The scars cut deeper than the skin,

From the amount of pain we are in.

Their life,

Their lies,

Their strife,

It flies

Far beyond the words that lay unspoken on the tongues of fate.

From their unnatural hate

From the amount of silence we bear.

Ashton turned to face Ike, who had her eyes purposely trained on the MP3 player. “I don’t understand.” He said. Ike’s rising hopes to be understood were crushed. Did she really expect an eight year old to understand what she was going through in a day? Without saying anything to really explain? No one would understand if she doesn’t speak. But she won’t speak. How can she know they will stay long enough for it to matter?

“There they are!” A cheery voice came from the doorway, pulling Ike’s and Ashton’s attention to it. Sam, Chris, and Maria stood at the door with their food trays and giant smiles. Ike stood up and walked away from Ashton, letting her earbud fall out her ear as she did so. He tugged at her arm but she didn’t pay attention. Sam ran into the room and placed his tray next to Ashton.

“You shouldn’t run off like that, Ike.” Maria said, placing her tray down then putting a hand on Ike’s shoulder, “We were worried! It’s a good thing Sam knew where the library was.” Ike moved away from Maria, picked up her food bowl, and moved to the open seat at the end of the table.

“The librarian told us we could eat together in the library!” Sam giddily said, opening his pudding cup, “As long as we clean up our mess and I am being watched closely.” Chris laughed and sat across from Sam.

“And here I was thinking you were a sweet kid!” He chuckled.

“You were bound to find out sooner or later.” Maria sighed and sat across from Ike. Ike pulled off the plastic wrap from her fruit as the family talked to one another. They did it so casually. They were so comfortable with each other. Ike looked over to Ashton. He now had both of her earbuds in his ears, looking disgruntled as the peace he wanted was bombarded by his family. Ike diverted her attention to her fruit bowl. Ashton was just looking for quiet before she came. Maybe they would have a better time without her there...

“Ike,” Sam called her name, bringing her attention to the little boy, “You only got some fruit! Here, you can have one of my chicken nuggets.”

“What?!” Chris scoffed, “When I asked you for a chicken nugget, you almost bit my fingers off!”

“That’s because Ike didn’t tell my friends I still sleep with stuffed animals!!” Sam spit his tongue out at Chris as he slid his tray to Ike, “Nuggets are only for the nice people!” He smiled at her sweetly as Chris tried to justify his actions. Why did Sam give her the nugget? He said it was for the nice but Ike had done nothing to deserve it. Ike hesitated but eventually took one. She didn’t want him to yell at her for not accepting his gift. Sam casually took back his tray and yelled at Chris some more, as if his offering didn’t mean nearly as much to him as it did to Ike. Ike looked meaningfully at the nugget in her hand.

“Ike, did you give Ashton your MP3 player?” Maria asked, pointing with a fork to Ashton, who was happily skimming through her music. Ike nodded sheepishly, directing her eyes to her shoes. Maria gave that to her as a welcome home present. She should have thought about that before giving away so willingly.

“That was sweet of you!”

Ike’s head shot up at Maria’s words. Maria smiled at Ike’s nonplussed state. Ike’s cheeks flushed as she looked quickly back down at the nugget in her hand. She didn’t yell at her. It was her gift. Why didn’t she yell? Why aren’t any of them angry at her? She was emotionally distant and a flight risk. Yet, they all talked to her just as casually. They stayed at the table. They went looking for her. Why didn’t they run? Ike looked at the table full of people once more. They were all laughing and smiling like nothing was wrong… and maybe, for once, there really wasn’t anything wrong. Maybe, for once, they would stay.

Ike took a bite from her nugget.

(Next part)

#mlqc oc #writing #good writing #read my writing lmao #man #first time i missed an upload #oh well #i did say wednesdays and thursdays #one shot #Ikes Story #ikamara bikira story #mr love ikes choice #oc story

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silver-wields-a-pen · 5 years ago

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🌙💎🔥👀 for any of your less-talked-about characters?

Thanks for the ask ^=^

25 oc questions

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

Belias: To go back in time to before he left his home. His people lost their King, got displaced and taken advantage of by a madman, so undoing that would make him happy. He’d give up everything he has now, since a King’s duty is to his people and not himself.

Eren: He’d like all the people killed in the war to come back to life. He doesn’t think he’d regret it, but by doing that he’s bringing back all their enemies too. He’d give his life for it.

Ji-hoon: To go back in time and not fuck about with a bunsen burner. He wouldn’t be in the Brotherhood and he defs wouldn’t regret it. He wants to know why he has to give something up for a wish. That’d make it a bargain. (smartass)

Yueliang: For the people she loves to have healthy and happy lives. She couldn’t regret it as long as they’re okay. She’d give up her own future happiness for it.

Ndiaye: Lgbt+ rights and peace and love for everyone. No regrets! She’d give up anything for it, as long as no one dies.

Anna: To punish all the intolerant assholes in the world. Why would she ever regret that? She’s not giving up shit, they should just not be assholes.

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Belias: Sort of, but in a sexy way. He smolders. Usually grumbles and complains loudly about whatever’s pissing him off until he’s calmed down again.

Eren: Very placid guy, super chill. Perfect foil for his bf. When he does get pissed, it’s usually over people hurting his loved ones and he’ll go silent and grumpy for days on end until they figure out what’s wrong and apologise.

Ji-hoon: He’s angry on the inside, but outwardly looks pretty chill. He’s furious at his fate, the world and everyone in it, so it doesn’t take much to put him in a mood. Once he’s in one, he’ll sulk. Like a three year old. For a good while. Sleep and food helps.

Yueliang: Far too mature and responsible to throw tantrums. She gets justifiably pissed at people being prejudiced towards others. She hates the class divide, and she’s a real sjw when she’s on one. She gives respect and expects it back, and that goes for everyone. She’ll have a rant to her gfs about it over a few glasses of wine and then let it go because life’s too short to spend it thinking about assholes.

Ndiaye: Is a world class ranter and can go about it in several languages. She’ll switch between them the more glasses of wine she’s had and she’ll not let it go until she’s passed out and regretting her life choices the next morning. She might forgive the person who upset her, but she’ll never forget.

Anna: Knows how to restrain herself, but also knows how to hide a body. A look is usually enough to get someone to back down from her. When she’s in a mood with no one to take it out on she’ll isolate herself so she doesn’t get mad at her gf for no reason. She doesn’t want to live like her parents did.

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

Belias: Cookware. He just likes nice cooking stuff.

Eren: Warm blankets and soft furnishings. His mother makes them and he can’t say no.

Ji-hoon: Books. Mostly chemistry and horticulture, but some trivia. He likes having quiz offs with Ambrose to see who has the most useless knowledge.

Yueliang: Notebooks. She doesn’t even really need them, but she likes them. She gives them as gifts to people when her collection gets too big.

Ndiaye: Clothes, bags, shoes, and this goes back to teenage years when she started having control over her closet. Before that her mother packed up her childhood outfits, otherwise she’d still have those too. They have memories dammit! She donates -- tries to -- whenever she can, but usually stuff gets bagged up and labelled and stored until she wants something and has to go looking for it again.

Anna: Nope.

👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

Belias: (Eren) Skinny af. Needs to eat more. Still sexy. Why tf is he so sexy? He’s a damn stick insect. Good muscle tone. Surprising. Love the hair. The hair’s nice. Thick, cute, flopping in his eyes. Bluey green. Pretty. Long eyelashes. Fuck, he’s cute. Nice ass.

Eren: (Belias) Tall, broad, red skin, golden eyes. Long black hair. I like the hair. Super silky. Uhh, four arms, four hands. Duh. Long torso. I mean, he’s gotta have a long torso, he’s got four arms. Where would the other two go? He’s handy, too. Skilled. He gets this furrow between his eyebrows when he’s cooking and it’s...yeah. Nice. Broad back, muscular. Full lips. Nice lips.

Ji-hoon: (Yueliang) Pretty, I guess. Tall-ish. Brown eyes. Chinese. Nice dress sense. Slim.

Yueliang: (Ji-hoon) six foot male, Korean, short black hair and medium brown eyes, wearing casual attire with running shoes.

Ndiaye: (Anna) So pretty! Short red hair and big -- no huge -- brown eyes! They’re like cow eyes -- that’s a compliment! Tall with lovely broad shoulders and a tiny waist -- she looks great with a cinched waist, not that I can convince her to wear anything that shows it off. Long legs -- so toned! It’s the only time I’m grateful to the Russian army. Pretty hands and a beautiful mouth -- full lips, so kissable! She’s the prettiest! Freckles! Did I mention the freckles?! Adorable!

Anna: (Ndiaye) Cute. (legit doesn’t wanna say more cause she’s awkward af) The...cheekbones. Nice...lips -- mouth. She’s pretty. Black. Big...eyes. I like her hair. It’s...fluffy.

#writeblr #writeblr community #asks #long post #Brotherhood #Thaw #Frozen #Frozen Flame #Anna describing Ndiaye is cute af #She so awkward #But wtf Ji-hoon?#What kind of answer is that?#Belias and Eren need to get a room

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aced0g · 6 years ago

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Be Your Worst Self

I was tagged by @loveydoveypiperwright , so thank you! I’m sorry I haven’t done a tagging game in a while but I’m getting there :DD

Rules: Take this quiz for your character(s) and post the results!

I’m gonna tag @fallout-and-dragon-age & @ace-amatus but thats only if y'all want too. Have fun if you do!

So for my ocs its going to just be easier to go by the personality type rather than list each oc out individually cause there would be a lot of overlap, that being said, here we go~

You Are an Emotionally Volatile Nightmare:

Your heart guides you and sometimes that’s not as dreamy or romantic as it might sound. It’s true that your feelings often inspire you to heal and create, and as long as those feelings don’t steer you wrong, you’re capable of truly visionary accomplishments in the name of empathy and love. Feelings, though, aren’t always gentle and sweet. You know that better than anyone because your own emotions -the same overwhelming forces that inspire you to make the world a better place - can take you to very dark places, especially if you believe that the subject of your ire has shown unwarranted cruelty toward you or something you hold dear. You know that your feelings aren’t necessarily rational, but that doesn’t stop you from dramatically blaming other people for causing you pain. Of course, you might not even stop at crying; that notoriously brilliant creativity might even spur you to express your wrath artistically - nothing says “emotional stability” like a morose, vengeful poem.

-Evander Virani: Does it match up? Yeah I’d say so. He’s experienced a lot of trauma and while most of the time he pushes his emotions down or tries to act like a positive “everything’s going to be okay!” person he’s about one bad thing away from having a breakdown. When he’s truly happy its one of the few times he can just forget about his problems and enjoy the moment. Most of the time he’s in this in between stage of pure terror and extreme sadness. It makes him appear like he has a level head. When he’s angry though it tends to lash out as a literal burning rage. He loses control of his magic and sort of engulfs his arms in flame and takes his ire out on whoever pissed him off (he hates being angry because it scares him. He doesn’t like losing control). His creative outlet is forging knives and swords. He does want to heal though, he’s tired of being the cause of destruction. He wants to help and heal, not only others but also himself.

-Aspen Lavellan: Does it match up? Kinda? I wouldn’t call him volatile. Aspen’s got a pretty level head on his shoulders. He has learned how to act diplomatic. When he is presenting himself as Inquisitor to the public imagine a Raymond Holt type of personality. When he’s with friends though he likes to pull pranks and just have a good time. He doesn’t want to be serious all the time because it makes the situation feel bleak. He wants there to be positivity in his life. Though, I would say that when he is truly angry it’s a type of silent wrath that’s terrifying. You can see the burning hatred in his eyes and he has the skill to hit his target with three arrows before they even know whats going on. When he’s truly angry he will keep fighting until he’s completed his goal or he dies trying. He does carve dalish patterns into his bow so that could be considered creative? Aspen is a protector. He wants to help others, keep them safe and that could translate into healing. He does what needs to be done to keep people safe, and sometimes that means making the hard decisions that others can’t.

-Arthur Cousland: Does it match up? Yeah. Arthur’s usually able to stay in a good mood. He’s an optimist and doesn’t like to bring people down. He’s gentle and wants to help heal and create. It’s why he enjoys playing his lute and singing. Songs can inspire people, or at the very least cheer them up. He may be a noble but what he does with that sort of money and power is give it away to others. He gives his coin to those on the street who need food, or he’s been known to give his blanket away as well saying he’ll just buy another when they reach the next town. He’s got a big heart and he wears it on his sleeve. The only way he can hide when he’s sad is if it’s raining so that the rain can hide his tears, or if he goes off on his own for a little while (he hates burdening others with his problems and often leaves for an hour or two to just climb a tree and have a good cry, though Alistair catches on and works with Arthur to realize its okay to let others help him when he is sad). When he’s angry it’s hard to think logically. He listens to his heart and when he feels betrayed or that someone is going to bring harm to his friends or the people he’s protecting he will fight tooth and nail to protect them and kill whoever is provoking them.

You are a Narcissistic Monster:

You’re the best - right? Wherever you go, the spotlight finds you, and you’re hardly complaining. you can’t imagine your friends care, since, after all, you’re so generous. Well, that’s what you like to think about yourself. You’re generous, enthusiastic, and fun, so if you compulsively steal the spotlight, it doesn’t really matter. If you fuel drama just to feed your thirst for a dramatic life, is it really that bad? Is it really so wrong for you to be the center of attention? Does it really matter how other people feel about it in the long run? Of course, you’d never say no. You’re the generous friend, and you’d never hurt anyone on purpose just to keep all eyes on you... right? Every now and then, you imagine your funeral and how all of your friends will go on and on about how wonderful, magnetic, charming, and generous you were.

-Sorian Surana: Does it match up? No, not really. He’s cocky, headstrong, and a bit of an asshole sometimes but I wouldn’t call him narcissistic. He’s proud of himself, and yeah he’s proud of himself and takes pride in his looks but not because that’s all he cares about. Sorian is a trans-man elf mage who was mistreated in the circle and then joined up with the wardens and transitioned. He went from thinking he would have no future to being one of the legendary Grey Wardens, and then he actually looks the way he’s always wanted to! So of course he’s going to seem a little vain or narcissistic sometimes, but it’s only because he never thought he’d make it this far. And, if he’s being honest, he fucking hates the spotlight. He’d much rather be just one of the Wardens instead of The Hero of Ferelden, Arl of Amaranthine, and all those other titles. He’ll be in the spotlight, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it. Besides, he should be allowed a little bit of cockiness (mages in The Awakening DLC are so OP by the end of it, literally Sorian knows so many spells and can conjure the dead turn into a bear, wield a great ax while shooting fire storms at people, and at the same time have a constant aura of changing elemental magic that deals damage to his enemies.)

You are Shockingly Violent:

There’s no getting around this: you desperately need to attend anger management. You’re just as headstrong and opinionated, and your energy and enthusiasm can turn into explosive violence at the drop of a hat. You’re a walking time bomb of seething rage, and the more you try to hide it, the more it escapes in unpredictable, volatile mood swings. Do yourself a favor and invest in a stress ball or gym membership before you do something you really regret

-Kyra Lavellan: Does it fit? Yeah. She chose the Reaver specialization for a reason. Kyra is a very energetic and enthusiastic person. She does what she feels is right and gets upset when people don’t see that she’s doing the right thing even if it might not morally line up with their beliefs. As a kid she’d often get into fights with the other kids of her clan and was always sporting some sort of bandage because of it. She has a better control on her outbursts as an adult, but she still lashes out especially when she’s in pain or very annoyed. Her anger is great in battle though. She fights with the ferocity of a dragon and won’t admit it out loud but she does enjoy having the power to physically shred her enemies with her hands. Before she knew how to control the reaver power she would keep attacking, sacrificing her own health to get the job done and make sure the others were safe. Once she learned how to keep conscious and keep fighting things went a lot smoother.

-Alrik Hawke: Does it fit? Kinda? Hawke’s in denial really. He wants to protect people and make them happy, it’s why he chose to be a spirit healer, why he’s always cracking jokes and trying to get others to smile. He does have a lot of anger though. It’s just under the surface, though its quite hard to really bring out. See Alrik is a werewolf and his anger is tied very closely to the wolf, so for him getting angry isn’t just an outburst of words it means he could lose control and shift. He doesn’t want that. He keeps a tight lid on his anger and it only really comes out in moments of extreme stress, like the deep roads or when slaver’s are trying to recapture his best friend, or when people keep calling Merril a monster, or when Templars get too close to Anders. Okay so maybe he does have a lot of anger. Like I said he’s in denial.

You are a Two-Faced Liar:

Your friends know you talk behind their backs. Not that you’re a bad person - you just can’t help letting other people know how you really feel about some of the crazy stuff your loved ones have told you. Unfortunately, you’ve talked and talked and talked, and now, they all know you’ll talk if they confide in you. You know it, too, and you still can’t help it. No matter how hard you try, you simply can’t force yourself to be as loyal or honest as you want to be. At least you’re charming enough to keep making new friends and replacing the ones who felt too hurt or betrayed to trust you again.

-Zachariah Hawke: Does it fit? Yes and no. Zach has a big heart, but as a rogue he knows sometimes it’s better to lie and be dishonest. I think this would have been more of a problem back in Lothering, unable to keep friends because he keeps telling his parents about them and over sharing, not out of malice but because he gets so excited that he just needed to tell them. I think over time he would become the one with no friends and as an adult he knows how to keep his mouth shut. The only person he really overshares with now is Varric, and later Fenris when they’re in their relationship together. Zach isn’t trying to hurt anyone by talking about them he just... can’t keep all of their problems locked up with his because it’s too much. Zach’s the type of guy that smiles to hide what he’s going through and he wants to help his friends so much, but to keep it all inside would cause him to fall apart.

#oc meme #my ocs #my ocs: zachariah #my ocs: alrik #my ocs: kyra #my ocs: aspen #my ocs: arthur #my ocs: sorian #my ocs: evander

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rosexknight · 3 years ago

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Why do you hurt?

“Rules: Take this quiz for one of your OCs. (Only 8 questions, some of them are a little… U-Quiz-y, but I liked the results.)”

Again, copied from @/lavellander I hope that’s cool ;-;

Initial results here and then longer more rambley thoughts under the cut.

Neria Surana: you swallow pain & fold around it

Marian Hawke: this isn't enough for you

Elanna Lavellan: you're choking on how much you have to try

you have tried. you have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders and accepted more responsibilities than you have ever wanted, even intended to gain. it isn't crushing - you are strong enough to hold it - but you are choking. you don't know what to do with it. you don't know where it goes, how to move this weight everyone knows you can hold onto, and do you even want to get rid of it? Never. You would not give this to - force this on - anyone else. but you /can't/. but you are choking on it. your body will hold it up even when you lose all the air in your lungs, and your footing, and your courage. it does not mind choking you. it seems almost designed to do so. if you weren't wrung out you wouldn't be doing this thing properly.

They are so perfect. So painful. Y’all have no idea. Anyway have fun with my OC rambles.

Neria Surana: you swallow pain & fold around it

Y’all have no idea how perfect this is. Neria went from a favorite in the Circle, completely untouchable, to a Greywarden freshly betrayed by one she thought was her best friend. Going back to the Circle after it had fallen FUCKED her up. After Ostagar, when she, Morrigan, and Alistair went through Lothering, she heard whispers of something happening in the Circle. Gossip that something was wrong. But Arl Eamon’s sickness seems more pressing, and Alistair is worried, so her final decision is to go to Redcliffe first despite desperately wanting to check on her home. It isn’t until the battle of Redcliffe is won, Jowan is released, and the plan to get help from the Circle is made that they return. The Circle has fallen. The Right of Annulment is being approved, and Neria has to climb the tower, a place once her home, praying that SOMEONE survived. But this really starts it. She blames herself for the Circle falling. She blames herself for what happened to Jowan. She later blames herself for what happened to Anders and Amaranthine/Vigil’s Keep, etc. She’d blame herself for the Blight id she could. Alistair is really the only one aware of this flaw she has, and even then she has never told him the extent of the horror that the Circle brought her. Or how much returning to her apparently old home in the alienage in Denerim broke her. Or how much she felt like she failed at Amaranthine despite both the city and Vigil’s Keep surviving and the mother being defeated simply because Velanna was lost. Because it’s easier to carry that hurt. It’s easier to blame herself, to be angry at herself, than admit that the world is that cruel.

Marian Hawke: this isn't enough for you

I pondered this one for a bit. Because, logically, it should be enough. Hawke went from a nobody in Lothering to the Champion of Kirkwall. My Hawke specifically, Marian, just wanted some peace and quiet. For a time, she had that. Yes, she lost her family, but she carried on. But then I realized, this is not referring to material wants. This is emotional want. Marian lost one family, and gained another. Varric, Fenris, Isabela, Merrill, Sebastian, Aveline. They’re thick as thieves. She loves them. They make her feel whole. It’s the romance that’s the problem. Anders. In Act 1 she falls fast and hard. Rebel mage with a heart of gold who just cares so damn much? They have a lot in common. In Act 2 she fights for his cause. Helps him in the Mage Underground. Helps him control Justice. Helps keep the Templars off their trail. But then her mother dies, and she sees the horrors. A thought slips into her mind: What if the Templars are right about Mages? She doesn’t care less, but it makes her more conscious of just what is going on with the mages of Kirkwall. Act 3 is when it all crashes down. The relationship starts feeling more hollow. Anders feels as if he’s pulling away, despite Marian’s attempts to keep him close. He asks for her help in the Chantry, and asks her to trust him. She does without question, because why wouldn’t she? (I know he gets super nasty if you decline or press for info but I just never got that far when I was playing.) The Chantry blew. The final battle ensued, and she left Anders behind. Because it wasn’t enough for her. When he comes back to her, it still isn’t enough for her. And it’s not a character flaw to want more.

Elanna Lavellan: you're choking on how much you have to try

My Inquisitor, I think, is probably the most standard of these three. A Dalish elf. In the wrong place at the wrong time suddenly being revered as the herald of a goddess she knew nothing of and expected to save the world. She jumps into it immediately, whether out of self-preservation or a genuine want for more. She grew up on stories of the Hero of Fereldan and adored The Tale of the Champion. She studies the Chant to figure out what’s so great about Andraste. She learns some formal etiquette from Josephine. She spends time with Leliana and her spies. She spars personally with the troops and makes sure Cullen takes breaks. She writes with Varric. She meditates with Solas. She reads terrible novels with Cassandra. She trains with Bull and the chargers. She plays pranks with Sera. She studies Circle magic with Vivienne. She gets fashion advice from Dorian. She enjoys quiet moments with Blackwall. She listens to Cole as he reads those all around Skyhold. When Alistair and Morrigan and her son Keiran arrive she pesters for tales about the Hero, and laughs with them. But She wasn’t expecting it to be quite so…much. She wasn’t expecting to have half of Thedas on her shoulders. She is eternally grateful for her advisors and inner circle. When the world is on her shoulders it’s amazing to feel like she’s not drowning. Cullen is the most help. Somehow, he always knew when she needed a break, perhaps because he too was a workaholic. Or perhaps it’s because they’re simply stronger in each other’s arms. On quiet days when things are slow and the evening rolls in, she is sometimes caught walking the gardens and courtyard of Skyhold barefoot. It never quite feels the same.

#dragon age #dragon age oc #yes i used the default names #neria also has some hella impostor syndrome

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fanfickittycat · 7 years ago

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Study Break

TITLE: Study Break CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot AUTHOR: fanfickittycat FANDOM: Hemlock Grove CHARACTERS: Roman Godfrey x OC FIC SUMMARY: A oneshot in which Roman isn't a fan of studying and shows Viola exactly what he'd rather be doing RATING: M AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Posting this on my tumblr but you can also find it on my AO3 (link on my blog). I just recently started watching Hemlock Grove and this happened.

Roman Godfrey was bored. This was a fact. He had tried to read over the textbook page but he had no interest in any of the Bronte sisters, let alone Emily, who’d he’d cast off as ‘some ugly goth girl’ much to the annoyance of his girlfriend Viola who adored the book and anything else written by the Bronte’s. It was because of her that he was sat here pretending to study. Viola was many things, ambitious, creative, addictive, but perhaps most of all, studious. She actually enjoyed the process of studying, seeing it as an opportunity for competition. Competiveness was maybe one of Viola’s best and worst traits. Roman admired her drive but was often irritated when she would ditch him for her books. It was his constant whining that led her to asking him if he wanted to study with her.

“I don’t study” he had said simply, lighting a cigarette as he wound down the window of his car.

“I do, and if you’re that desperate to spend time with me then you will.”

Roman laughed in disbelief “I’m not that desperate to spend time with you” he said, turning his head to look out the window and hide his shifty eyes. His eyes were his tell. He knew this and he knew Viola knew this too.

She pecked his cheek “I’ll see you at ten am sharp tomorrow. Do not be late Roman Godfrey.” and with that she got out of the car and walked away without looking back.

Now he was here. It had been an hour and a half since he’d gotten there and the only sound in the room was the ticking of the grandfather clock and Viola’s pen scrawling over the pages of her notebook. Roman did not like to be ignored. He especially did not like to be ignored by Viola. He watched her carefully, hoping the intensity of his stare would get her to look at him but all he got was ten minutes of her nudging the end of her pen against her plump lips. The action reminded him of something else and he had to look down at his own, untouched pen. It was then that Roman was struck with what could only be described as true inspiration. He picked up the pen and dropped it. The sound didn’t startle Viola who was too lost in analysing genre conventions to notice Roman’s signature smirk. The one that meant he knew something and she did not.

Roman slid off the chair and onto the dining room’s cool wooden floor. His pen lay abandoned next to his chair leg and there it would stay. Roman had a very different target instead. Viola’s legs were bare, save for a pair of dark ankle socks that her mother had bought for her years ago. The colour had begun to fade making them a dark navy blue instead of their usual midnight hue. Her legs switched from being crossed over to stretched out, and her foot scarcely missed Roman who wet his lips with his tongue quickly at the sight. He waited momentarily for her to become comfortable in this new position and then he attacked. His tongue traced over her calf muscle on her right leg making her retract in surprise.

“Roman!” she squeaked, pulling back to see him under the table with that shit eating grin of his “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Studying” he said taking her right foot and slinging it over his shoulder as casually as he would with a jacket “I have an anatomy quiz on Friday and I think I ought to” he kissed the skin below her knee “brush up on my knowledge of the human body.”

“I’m studying Roman” she said, biting her lip to stifle a moan when his fingers began to graze along the smooth skin of her thigh.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t” he remarked, locking eyes with her as he nipped the skin making her hiss “go on” he said “get back to studying young lady, I know you can get that A.”

“I can’t if you’re distracting me.”

“Can’t you? Why Viola is that quitter’s talk I hear” he teased, revelling in how she frowned at him.

“No” she mumbled reluctantly, she chewed the inside of her cheek as she mulled over what to do. She could kick Roman out and get back to Heathcliff, the only man that should matter to her right now. Or she could play his game. She knew how it would end though, with her losing miserably and Roman delighting in his win with her juices running down his chin. She sighed in frustration, it was a lose-lose situation, even if she did push Roman out the door she would be too turned on to study properly.

She watched him nuzzle against her inner thigh, leaving bruising, open mouthed kisses on the apex of it. She hated Roman. She hated how much he distracted her and how good he was at what he did. Her breath hitched when he started to caress her neglected left leg, hiking it up onto his other shoulder expertly.

“I wish you put this level of effort into your schoolwork” Viola said finally. It was a weak jab but it earned her a grin from him.

“Oh could you imagine what I could do if I spent as much time between the pages as I do between your legs.” He pressed the tip of his tongue into the damp material of her panties, letting her wriggle to find the friction she desired. “Of course” he said withdrawing his tongue “if I did then I wouldn’t be able to do this with you.” His finger found her clit, rubbing it through the silky fabric of her underwear.

Viola clutched her pen tighter, letting the biro imprint its shape onto the pads of her fingers. She should’ve known that Roman would do something like this. Whenever the two of them were alone it would always end like this come rain or shine. Although perhaps it would be more apt to say come period or not… Viola’s mind couldn’t concentrate on anything more than Roman rubbing steady circles on her clit, looking like the cat who got the cream when he saw how wet she was getting.

“Don’t you like this Viola?” He asked almost innocently “isn’t this better than studying?”

“Shut up” she muttered, her hips had begun to shallowly thrust in the hopes of having him actually touch her the way she wanted him too.

Roman tsked “now, now Viola that’s no way to speak to your favourite study buddy. I’m just being a good partner here after all. Who else would take care of you and your body when you won’t?” He began to pull down her panties with his teeth, roughly tugging them off her ankles and stuffing into his pocket.

“Those are new.”

“Good. They’ll replace the old ones I keep in my glove compartment.”

Viola groaned in response, her hand had let go of the pen at this point and fell to the ground with a soft thud. Despite how quiet the noise was Roman couldn’t resist a small, victorious smile. I win Roman sang in his head before burying his face between his girlfriend’s legs.

Viola’s other hand became entangled in his hair, progressing from stroking to light pulls to more. It wasn’t hard to get caught up in the moment and Roman encouraged it. He liked to know how desperate she was for him. He lived for her reliance on his tongue to make her cum. The way she’d go from half whispering his name to screaming it was something that never got old. He sucked on her clit, letting his tongue trace the letters of her name upon it. A subtle way of marking his territory. His index and middle finger found her opening wet and inviting and he closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation of her warm, tight walls coupled with the intoxicating taste of her, and the spilling of expletives from her lips. It was a heady concoction.

Viola’s steady chants of his name “Roman Roman Roman” became tighter, half speech half screams as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. He curved them, eliciting a “fuck!” from his girl which made the pit of his stomach hot with desire. His tongue changed up the pace and pattern often enough to have Viola’s eyes rolling into the back of her head; her mouth open.

“I’m so close Roman” she whimpered but even if she hadn’t said it he could still tell. He was so attuned to her body that he could read it a thousand times better than Wuthering Heights. He enjoyed it more too. Her thighs trembled, a signal that she was ready to explode, and he made sure to up his speed to push her over the top.

Viola did not believe in any great cosmic power but she did believe that Roman had a God given talent for making her reach highs she had never known had existed. Her body was spent, and the dining room chair drenched with her sweat. She hardly cared what her parents would say when they had come home from the tennis courts which they frequented. Her heavy pants were matched with Roman’s who briefly kissed her knee before taking out the pack of cigarettes he kept in his back pocket. He offered her one and she clambered down onto the floor to take one. He lit it for her and she took a drag, resting her head on his warm shoulder. Yes she decided silently to herself this was better than studying.

#updates #fanfickittycat #fanfic #fanficition #roman godfrey #hemlock grove #m #study break #mine #roman godfrey x oc #ofc #bill skarsgard

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thetiniestcicada · 7 years ago

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I may be mistaken but did you say you play DnD??? I love it so much and was wondering if you'd ever draw your character????

boy oh boy hell yEAH i do!!!!!!!!! i have, more than one character actually, and i did draw them a billion times each??? i assume u wanna see them and i rlly hope u do bc if not idk what im gonna do with this massive post i just made about them but yUP.... its too late now uve opened the secret dnd passion folder brace urself for the infowave

OKAY SO ill gochronogically bc otherwise id have no idea how to classthem:

First off is baby’sfirst dnd character, Safrané!! Now Saf was made before I understood how to playthe game and he def needs some work but I still love him lots and he deserves an honorific mention :’)) heres a picof my boy

He’s this homebrew(?)race called Phoelarch so hes basically just… a big fire bird person. How coolis that. He was raised by a family of squirrels in the wilds and he loves tosing and to wrestle and he really tries his best!!

Next up is… probablymy most developed character honestly??? Their whole deal is that they’re a drowcharlatan who has one goal in life: to find and collect the rarest andmost beautiful spoons. thats right. spoons. theyre on a mission to hunt down the best spoons on theplanet and obtain them in any way possible. oh and theyre also a warlock I guessbut the spoon aspect is rlly what matters here tbh

theyre very lanky

Their name is Kui-Yehr Athe and I want u francophones out there to say that out loud and laugh at mypoorly concealed pun (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

They used to be partof a gang in the underdark but it ended really really badly for them (read;backstab kinda badly) and so they made a deal with an Archfey to get sickwarlock powers to escape from there. Now the cool thing is that their patron issuper chill and only asks them for a few favors here and there, but mostly letsthem do their spoon thing which is rllythe whole focus of their character!! I like playing them bc I get to act allextravagant and use super unconventional solving methods instead of justjumping straight to combat

Also I give them avery strong, very fake French accent when i play them and its great

(theyre kind of anasshole)

After a while on thesurface they first meet kavi ( @franny-bower ‘s rogue gnelf!) and adventure with them for a couple of years before meeting mercy ( @voleusedelune ‘s druidtiefling) ; they form a really really strong family-like bond with them andimprove so much as a person, while still of course retaining that Asshole Quality (tm)

And then kavi’sasshole brother enters the picture and a lothappens but !! ultimately the two assholes end up together, as fate (and my gay ass) would have it

turns out theyre really good for each other and help each other improve so much in tiny ways its great & im gay

Weve worked on all of them soso hard and I love them so so so very much they have such a good found familyvibe to them :’))))

Then!! Theres Cináed,who was created after my friends and I took a dnd quiz and found we actuallymade a really complementary team so we just. Made a team of elf-inserts. Theyre selfinserts except theyre all elf variations hahaha

Cin is a wood elffighter who constantly looks dead Tired tm; they grew up in a city and signedup for the militia to prove themselves worthy and despised it

They finished the mandatory training and then builta cabin in the forest to get away from that life, where they found a bit ofpeace and quiet, but they still didn’t havepurpose so when their childhood friend Aiday ( @franny-bower ‘s character, onthe right in the next pic!!) decided to go explore the world, Cin immediatelypacked their bags and left with Aiday, to act as their bodyguard and protector on thejourney.

Also they wield agiant flaming greatsword and its fucking sick my dude hell yeah hell yeah

And then theres Shihab!! My squeaky-voiced drow (I love drows so much fight me) monk who hasabsolutely zero chill

Im gonna try not tospoil anything for the other players in the campaign bc I know some are gonnaread this 👀 but to make a long story short:

they had a really fuckingrough childhood & were left for dead on the sideof the road, but thankfully they got rescued by a monk who became their mentor andbrought them to her monastery. Shihab lived there for a while and learned kindof reluctantly the ways of the monastery; they fight as monks do but refuse to call themself a monk O: Theyre very hotheaded andquick to fight people and they do not give their trust easily, but their mentordid help them improve as a person and so they juggle between wanting to helppeople and being extremely wary of them at the same time hhah… its veryconflicting and they have trouble conciliating those aspects of theirpersonality

(shoutout to the huge face scar they got in-game)

And finally heresnibbles, my paladin dragonborn!! I don’t have that much about nibbles yet but heresa picture bc theyre cool too :’))

i could??? go on forever tbh im currently working on even more characters bc dnd is such an awesome sandbox to work in but heck!!! im glad i got to blab a little bit about them bc i sorta feel too self conscious to post about ocs unprompted and that includes dnd characters but??? thank u so much for asking it made me real fucking happy to see your ask lemme tell you :’)) i rlly rlly love them and i hope that translated well enough?? and that u enjoyed reading abt them a bit aaaa thanks again for ur ask and i hope u have a super nice day!!

#ask #i saw this ask this morning and spent the entire day just kicking my leggies i loVE #couldnt wait to get home and talk abt dnd im dyiNg #the reason i.. didnt post abt it before is rlly bc this is an ovw side blog bu t heck ill answer a dnd ask very very gladly #dnd #i am heavily biased towards elves as u will notice lmao #big big fave #my art #if youre on mobile and this did not cut for you: i am so terribly sorry #straight2space

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pekyuliarnuisance · 7 years ago

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YULETIDE LETTER 2017

Dear Yuletide Writer,

first of all, thank you so so so much from the bottom of my heart! We matched on a fandom, how great is that! Thank you for sharing my fandom interest. I’ve never met you but I love you, etc. I promise I’m very easy to please and I already appreciate your effort, so please don’t stress too much. Also this is my first time participating in Yuletide (i know right!), so please bear with me if this letter is a bit clumsy and awkward as I’m still very much a Yuletide newbie. x

I shall talk a little bit about some of my general likes and dislikes, and a bit more about the fandoms I picked. Don’t feel too pressured by anything in this letter though, I’m sure whatever you write will be lovely and I’m honestly so grateful. Alright, here we go:

LIKES

Friends to lovers. I’m such trash for this. I love reading those moments when someone is just chilling with their best friend, playing video games or fighting over the remote, and they’ve known each other for years, but suddenly it’s like... god, they’re the most beautiful person. If that makes sense.

Hurt/comfort. I know, only the second thing on the list and we’re already going full speed ahead on the pain train. But I really am a huge loser for hurt/comfort in pretty much any shape and form, be it physical or emotional or -- better yet -- both. As long as there is light at the end of the tunnel, you can give me all the angst you want. *chinhands*)

Firsts. First loves, first kisses, first dates, first times, first I love yous, etc. Essentially trusting someone so much that you’d trust them with your first anything.

Found family, unlikely friends. Nothing better than some weirdos finding happiness and safety in each other.

Ladies. I know most of the characters I’ll be talking about later are male (shame on me tbh), but like give me wonderful lady side characters being wonderful and I will for real love you forever.

World-building, imagery. I’m a very visual person so I absolutely love descriptions of places, things, people. Like, whether you’re describing a whole new universe or someone’s favourite sweater, I promise I’ll love it.

I do love smut (from clumsy, careful first times to rough desperate spur-of-the-moment sex) but I’ll also be just as happy without it. I took a fic kink quiz once and my main kink was kissing, so. No stress, I promise.

Domesticity. Sharing clothes, falling asleep in front of the tv, fond nicknames, taking care of each other, etc.

Vulnerability, emotional conversations.

Body worship, character being called beautiful by the person they like/love.

Tropes like having to share a bed, or having to huddle for warmth in the cold, or kissing in the rain.

DISLIKES

Hard kink (bdsm, toys, blood, humiliation, etc)

Mpreg, kidfic

Genderswap

1st person POV

Vampires/werewolves

Poly/threesomes/orgies.

Noncon/dubcon/violence between characters of a main ship. if someone gets hurt by an oc, that’s okay.

Complete disregard of homophobia. Like, I get that we all want a utopian world where everyone is either queer or super cool with it, but sadly that’s not how things work now. (Feel free to ask further questions! I’m not the best at explaining.)

This is really specific but just to be safe; eye-related injury/illness. All the things mentioned above are squicks, this one is an actual panic disorder trigger.

I think those were all the major likes and dislikes, I hope it wasn’t too overwhelming (or too little). Now onwards to the requested fandoms!

발칙하게 고고 | Sassy Go Go

I would love love love a Yeol/Hajoon fic (where Hajoon thinks Yeol shines brighter than the fucking sun, and Yeol kisses Hajoon’s bruises, and they find comfort in each other and and and), but if that’s not your jam, gen fic is totally fine as well. Anything exploring Yeol and Hajoon’s relationship through the years (whether romantic or platonic) would be wonderful; how did they become friends in the first place, how did Yeol find out about Hajoon’s bruises, what happened the first time Hajoon tried to kill himself? A Hajoon-centric fic exploring his abuse and depression (realistically, not in the “love magically heals everything!” type of way) would be great, too. I love Hajoon, basically.

I also adore the heck out of Dongjae and Yeondoo (and the rest of the squad), so if you’re more comfortable writing gen fic about, like, idk, the gang going on a road trip or being really supportive when Hajoon has one of his bad days or trying to help Dongjae flirt with Sooah, then go for it and I will happily read it! Hajoon and Dongjae bonding over their traumatic (though different) pasts and the friends who helped them (Yeol and Yeondoo, respectively) would also be great.

Kong: Skull Island

YOOOO. GUNPEI AND MARLOW THO. I want to read all about their early years on the island. How did they become friends after literally trying to kill each other, how did they decide survival was more important than the uniforms they were wearing, how did they overcome the language barrier? Awkward conversations, slowly learning to trust each other, exploring the island together, being homesick, building stuff together, fighting out of frustration but then making up! If you’re up for writing romantic fic about them, I definitely wouldn’t mind two soldiers far away from home becoming each other’s most important people, huddling for warmth on cold nights, ((taking their frustrations out on each other in the form of “we’re both going to die, I fucking hate you” sex and then feeling absolutely terrified/confused afterwards)). I would actually love any of that so much, but any kind of fic about these two boys stranded on monkey island will make me happy.

무사 백동수 | Warrior Baek Dong Soo

OKAY FIRST OF ALL I LOVE YEO WOON TO THE MOON AND BACK, so anything Woon-centric would warm my little heart. And Dongsoo, omg, the purest cinnamon roll, protect at all costs, etc. I’ll love anything, I promise. I know this is pretty specific but, if you’re up for it, I would absolutely love a modern AU where reincarnated Dongsoo and Woon meet and get a second chance at defying destiny. As friends or as something more intimate, that's up to you. I definitely would love a Dongsoo/Woon romance but gen fic is a-okay too, so no stress. Anything where Woon is even remotely happy, even if it’s only for a short time, would be greatly appreciated. That boy deserves all the days in the sun with Dongsoo. ;;

Psychometry

kim bum in this damn movie tho am i right omg don’t look at me Romantic Chundong/Jun would make me super happy but if that's not your jam friendship fic is totally fine as well. Just, god, these two, all of my unlikely friends and found family feelings. I just want Chundong helping Jun with all the traumas/anxiety he has re: his ability, and Jun in turn helping Chundong cope with the guilt re: his brother's death, since they're the only people who know these things about each other. Working another police case together? Jun touching Chundong and seeing them together? I’ll love anything tbh, there’s literally no fic about this movie (whyyyy). Hurt/comfort in some shape or form would be awesome.

The Absolutist - John Boyne

If this is the fandom we matched on, I want to hug you because you’ve also suffered through the utmost heartbreak that is this book. Okay, so, there’s literally no way to write a fix-it fic about The Absolutist, but I would so appreciate anything to fill at least a tiny bit of the gaping hole in my chest that this book left behind. Maybe like a “deleted scene” type of thing, like what was life like for Tristan and Will on the very few tolerable days they had together? What did they talk about, what was their first time like, etc? Maybe something like that? Or maybe some kind of AU (not too fluffy though bc I don’t think I could take it ;;)? Or if you have something else in mind, go for it! Oh, also, if you want to write in 1st person, it’s fine with me in this case since the book is also in 1st person. Whatever you prefer is totally fine.

응답하라 1997 | Answer Me 1997

KANG JOON HEE. BEST KDRAMA QUEER CHARACTER OR BEST KDRAMA QUEER CHARACTER. I'd be forever thankful for a Yoonjae/Joonhee fic but I'm also down for Joonhee struggling with his one-sided love (because even though he always put on a brave face and didn’t show his emotions too much, we all know he must’ve been hurting) or for some 1997 squad friendship adventures (I LOVE THE ENTIRE GANG).

If you do write Yoonjae/Joonhee, I'd love for it to be the kind of thing where something happens sort of accidentally when Yoonjae and Shiwon aren't officially together yet. Like maybe Yoonjae is being whiny and clueless re: his feelings for Shiwon, and he convinces Joonhee to get drunk with him, and they end up making out (or more? *chinhands* totally up to you!) and Joonhee is always so so smart and he knows they shouldn't be doing this, but Yoonjae is everything he wants so he lets himself have this one night, even though he's not the one Yoonjae really wants and they both know it. Okay, that was really specific, it doesn't have to go like that exactly, that's just one prompt in case you decide to write Yoonjae/Joonhee. I’ll be happy with pretty much anything, I promise.

Have fun, feel free to ask further questions, and please don’t stress or worry too much! Thank you so much! x

#yuletide letter 2017

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biasedwriting · 7 years ago

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Dirty Notes to Senpai [Super Junior, Donghae] ||1||

Characters : Donghae || OC {Side Xiumin from EXO}

In which senpai Donghae recieves anonymous notes of explicit nature and a certain shy kouhai catches his attention. (Yes, I am using Japanese honorifics, I was a stupid child back in 2012, sue me). Please do not try this at home.

High School AU

Rating : M (save yourselves kiddies)

Every time Bora took one look at Minji’s face she wondered how on earth the same girl was Kim Minseok’s baby sister. Sure they had some similar features (their glorious backsides) that showed that they were both siblings (their glorious backsides and maybe the similar face structures) but Minji was a complete idiot and Minseok was a genius in comparison. At least that’s what Bora thought.

Minji on the other hand was completely oblivious to the thoughts of her friend as she walked towards her brother’s classroom with his lunch box tucked under her arm. He had had football practice in the morning and was unable to take his lunch with him. So, being the dutiful little sister she was, Minji decided to carry his with her.

Bora watched, rather amused by the girl she unfortunately was friends with fumble around with the box right before peeking into her brother’s classroom and squeaking.

“Bora! Can you please take this to Seok ani?”

Bora took three steps back, knowing exactly why Minji was asking her to take the food in. She crossed her arms and frowned at the shy girl in front of her before shoving her in through the door and saying “say hi to your oniisan.”

Minji almost tumbled into the classroom and looked around quickly for her brother. Who sat at the damn end of the classroom. Which meant.

“Hey, you’re Minseok’s little sister!” Donghae piped tilting his head towards her as she tumbled into the classroom. Minji’s entire face exploded into a bright red as she stumbled over the desks to her brother’s desk as he stood up quickly trying to prevent her from falling flat on her face. He watched Donghae look at her curiously before holding his hand out for the box with his gummy smile.

“Well done imouto.” he chuckled, ruffling her hair as she shot him a glare.

“One more word and I’ll kill you ani.” she mumbled as he patted her head.

“Where’s Bora?”

“Outside, she pushed me in.” she mumbled wanting to hide behind him and never come away because she knew a curious pair of eyes were still on her.

“I must go thank her then.” Minseok chuckled as he set the lunch box on his table before pushing past his sister and making his way outside the classroom. Minji panicked and followed as quickly as she could, completely ignoring Donghae as she trailed behind her brother like a lost puppy. Only to bump into his back.

“Ani, move.” She began only to see him chatting with Bora with a grin. She glared at the back of his head before squeezing past him and watching the two with a blank gaze. This was blatant flirting at her damn cost.

“I should thank you for helping my sister out. How about lunch on Saturday?” He leaned against the dooe frame as Minji gaped in horror. Was her brother asking her friend out in front of her?!

“Sounds good to me.” Bora replied with a smirk as Minji stomped her feet.

“Excuse me, what the fuck is going on?!”

“We’re going out for lunch on Saturday.” Minseok replied blankly before sending Bora a wink that nearly made Minji gag.

“Urgh! Disgusting you guys! How long has this been going on?”

“None of your business~” sang Bora as the two waved to Minseok who ruffled Minji’s hair one last time before getting back to his lunch.

“Bora!” Minji began by glaring at her friend.

“It’s been going on for ages you dimwit, you were too busy focusing in that dumb senpai. Why the fuck can’t you tell him you want him in your panties?” Bora shrugged as Minji jumped.

“Bora!”

"What?! That’s what I said to your brother.” Bora grinned as Minji covered her face and groaned.

“I didn’t want to hear that!”

“Now you did you oblivious dud. Don’t you have a student council meeting today with your dream senpai?” Bora replied as the two entered their classroom and Minji’s face turned red yet again “you say the dirtiest things about him and yet you’re face becomes a Christmas light when he’s mentioned. What the shit are you?”

Minji opened her mouth to say something but decided it would be better to keep it shut in front of Bora. Bora had a dangerous habit of twisting words and using anything said in the past against people and Minji cursed her every day for it. She considered bashing Bora’s head into the wall, but she liked her too much to do anything of the sort, plus she wasn’t sure as to how her brother would react to the incident. Instead she chose to sigh it off and follow her friend into class instead.

What Bora had been speaking about was Minji’s first student council meeting. She’d finally been selected for her participation in extracurricular activities as well as enthusiasm when it came to work. What made things worse was the fact that the student council president was someone who made her cheeks red and her panties wet.

Lee Donghae.

So when she did enter the room for the meeting a little too early and spotted the object of her affections dancing away in a rather inappropriate (not that she was complaining) manner to the music playing in his earphones, she panicked and dropped her books. Donghae heard the noise and instantly froze before turning around to see the glorious backside sibling floundering around for her books.

He had to admit, he quite liked the backside he saw. He mentally thanked Minseok’s squeeze for loudly pointing the fact out. But it was the thick blush that painted her face that took him aback further as she quickly took a seat before nodding towards him, indicating her noticing his existence.

“Kim Minji right?” he began, walking over to her, holding his hand out as she bowed.

“Yes senpai. Couldn’t be anyone else.” She babbled mentally wailing, wondering why her mouth wouldn’t shut up when it should. Donghae chuckled at her reply before perching himself on his desk before looking at her. She looked down shyly, trying hard to ignore the way his arms had flexed ever so slightly when he had jumped or how sharp his jawline was and how it would feel to touch all of that. Or more.

The thoughts plagued her as more students filed in, ending the awkward silence between the two as Donghae introduced her to the rest of the student council including Luhan, who happened to be Minseok’s childhood friend and had been Minji’s first crush. Luhan parked himself beside Minji and jovially joked around with her as she mentally berated him for ruining her mental moments with Donghae. She took to writing down these thoughts in little bits of paper and crushed them before folding them and hiding them in her notebook without paying attention to the meeting but rather focusing on how Donghae moved, the way his pink lips moved as he addressed the group, how his butt looked great in those pants, how his back flexed ever so slightly when he turned to face the black board.

How his pelvis moved when he had danced.

Her pen moved over the notebook voicing these thoughts and pretending to be taking down notes as she devoured the handsome student body president with her eyes.

“Minnie~” Luhan sing songed into her ear as she accidentally punched him in the gut in an attempt to hide her notebook.

“OW! What was that for?!” he harshly whispered as Minji glared at him.

“What is it Han?”

“Meetings over.” He poked her forehead before standing up and skipping away. Minji dropped her head on the table wishing for a personal raincloud to turn up and shower her with ice cold water. But instead, a soft hand landed on the table as she eyed the veins on it before trailing her eyes over the strong arms and landing on the face that made her heart do various choreographies.

“Donghae senpai.” She squeaked, nearly falling off her chair as he chuckled.

“I hope you liked the first meeting,” he shot her a pants dropping smile “I’ll see you here next week too I hope?”

Minji violently nodded as she bowed and shot out of the room at the speed of light only to bump into Bora who was waiting to see her reaction. The collision resulted in her notebook flying and slips of paper floated down as Minji squeaked and floundered around for the third time in the day to hide her thoughts on paper. Bora was quick to grab one, read and smirk as Minji looked at her in horror.

Bora pocketed the little slip of paper as Minji tried to snatch it back and began walking ahead.

“Bora, gimme the fucking paper back!”

“You’re right about it being a fucking paper.” Bora chuckled, stopping at an all too familiar locker and pulling the paper out. Minji balked, running toward Bora and tackling her but the deed was done.

“What did you go and do?!” Minji wailed as Bora grabbed her arm and dragged her away on hearing footsteps.

Donghae casually walked towards his locker to pick his books up. The bell had rung and he was looking forward to a great afterschool football practice where he would quiz Minseok on his sister. But looking at how Minseok was around his sister, he doubted he would get a proper answer. Humming, he turned the dial of his locker to hear it click and creak open as a slip of paper floated down onto the ground. Curious, he picked it up and froze as his eyes drifted over the scrawl which read :

“Lee Donghae, your pelvis will be the damn death of me. Also, your butt looks great in those pants, I’m sure it’ll look great without them. ;)”

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OC Interview -- Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me, @dragongem777! c: This is exciting doing something for an OC of mine! (Can’t do my Inquisitor since I’ve yet to get a proper picture of them. Much less played Dragon Age in a long time. I need to fix this and finish my ultimately Inquisition playthrough! lskjejrs) Let’s see here though. I think I have another character for fun!

RULES

1. PICK ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS

2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE THE MUSE.

3. TAG PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME. @too-many-goddamn-fandoms, @corypheusgreatlyapproves, @saltybuttcrackers, @gladihoes -- DO THE THING!

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1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? “General Salazaar Octavian. A pleasure.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? “Hm...” His rose colored eyes narrows in response before he leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers against the table as he tilted his head. “You’re clever, aren’t you? Alright. It’s Salazaar Octavian Mitchells. The last name I dropped.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT? “My parents named me after a great warrior from a story they read, a hero of his time. Ironic now, if they could see me where I am now.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? A cheeky smirk spread over his lips before he placed a finger over them. “What happens between me and my lovely Lucii is a secret.”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? “You could say so, I suppose. I have some perks and tricks. What they are though, that’s for you to find out sometime.” He winks in response before he leans back in his seat.

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE. “Me? A Mary Sue? Hard to be like that when I’m not a woman. I’m not Dollface, you know.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? “Pink. At least, my contacts are. They’re actually orange, amber, whatever you want to call it.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? “Blue. I dyed a little part of it white though, so I can always think of my favorite doll whenever I look at the monster in the mirror.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? "Ah, I have the darlingest little sister -- Lira Josephine. Her eyes are so bright and her smile so warm. Always makes the silliest jokes. The strongest fighter I’ve seen. Except for me, of course.” He tilts his head, leaning forward on his elbows as he rests his head on top of his knuckles. “She... Was the only one that got away from the attack on the city. She was the only one who was able to stay alive and fight. And she was the only one able to hurt me, physically at least. Even if she did, that’s alright. She’s the only one I have.” His smile only grows as his eyes turn sinister. “And I plan on making sure that I’m the only one she has too.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? "I’m not really an animal kind of guy. But I have the best pet a guy could ask for. My favorite Lucii.” He grins to himself as he leans back and props his feet up onto the table. “I got him the sexiest collar the other day, and I can’t wait to see him in it~”

11. NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “I don’t like alot of things -- annoying targets, overly-talkative brats, people who think they’re better than me -- but I don’t let anyone like that stop me.” He tilts his head and grins. “If anyone of them bothers me that much, I don’t mind eliminating the problem from my life.”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? "Do people count as things I like doing?” He chuckles to himself, running his hand through his hair to push his bangs from his face. He muses to himself silently as he thinks to himself. “I used to be a painter, actually. I still enjoy doing it from time to time, but I’m still too busy to do it. I have to cope by painting with other things while on the job. You can probably figure that out for yourself.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? "You aren’t human if you don’t know how to hurt someone.”

14. EVER…KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? He smiles as his eyes narrow at you. “What do you think~?”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “I’m not an animal person. Ask Patches. She can probably give you a better answer than me.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. "If my handsome looks, my killer personality, and my ‘skills’ are bad, then I have the worst habits in the world!” He laughs and sits upright again, leaning his arms against the table while he points off with his little finger. “You should talk to Patches about this one too, because I think I’m flawless~”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? "Well, you know when to ask the right questions.” He tilts his head as he points again with his finger. “I’m not one to really ‘look up’ to people, since I’m taller than them, but I do like Patches alot. She’s broken too, but she’s good to have around. A looker too. If she was more of my type, I’d be down to screw around.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? "Can’t really say I’m either of those. If it’s something I want to screw around with, then I’ll screw around with it. That simple.”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? "I’m a home school kid. Wasn’t lucky enough to go to public school like Lira. Kind of a drag too. Heard the parties were great.��

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY? "Little tiny heathens, running around the world and doing my bidding?” He tries to stifle his laughter before he ends up laughing aloud. The laughter continues for a good few minutes before he holds onto his side, leaning against the table as he shakes his head. “You really think I would have kids? A husband or wife? You’re joking, right?” He shakes his head, closing his eyes as he leans back in his seat. “That’s priceless. Cute that you’d ask me that, but priceless that you think that I’d want kids.” He lets out a sigh, opening his eyes against with almost a saddened expression over his face. “They’d just become monsters, just like their father was.”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? "Hm... I’m said to have one. Who was it exactly...? An... @too-many-goddamn-fandoms, or so I’m told. If I have any more, I’d be glad to meet them, one-on-one.” He flashes a wink before he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest.

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? "I don’t fear anything.” Eyes narrow in response as the look in his eyes flash with a lethal coldness. “They should fear me.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? "I’m supposed to wear my uniform, but I’d rather be wearing something more... Sexy. That, and I like my different colored pants. It’s so boring if I have to wear white and black all the time. Gotta spice it up with some blue, red, maybe green sometimes too. Depends on the day.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? A cold expression spread over his face as he turns away. His face twists as he grunts in response. “No. My love for the world decayed years ago.”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? "You really think that I’m the one doing that? If anything, I’m the one making people wet themselves.”

26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET! "Alright. Do your worst.”

27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) "Once high-classes, probably still am. But I’m alright with rolling around with the dogs.”

28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “I can count them on one hand. With one finger too.” He holds up his hand, turning his wrist as he holds up a middle finger to you. “That answer your question, lovely?”

29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? "I’m more of a cake person.”

30. FAVORITE DRINK? “Not gonna lie, I’m addicted to apple juice. Something about drinking a glass just makes my day.”

31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “Anywhere’s fun with the right amount of chaos. You just have to be creative enough to cause some.”

32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE… “You assume that I’ve got time to romance someone. But I will say, the Lucii boy has a special place in my cold black heart. A little place in my heart and in my bed.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? “You know, I never actually measured it. I haven’t left anyone unsatisfied yet though, so I think it’s big enough. You should see for yourself sometime.”

34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? He crinkles his nose in response to the question, leaning back in his place while eyebrows furrow. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not a fan of the water. I’d much rather stay on land.”

35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? He strokes his chin in thought, tilting his head as a hum comes from him. He remains quiet for a moment before he smiles and looks up. “I like them confident. Sexy. With nice legs. And with arrogance. They’re more fun to break apart and make your own, let them beg for you and only you. See them fall for you and fall apart...” He groans as he leans his head back. “Fuck, just thinking about it gets me horny.”

36. ANY FETISHES? “The question that Patches and the others should be asking: What fetish don’t I have? I’m an open-minded guy.”

37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? “You’re really asking me the things to turn me on now, huh? Damn. Okay, okay. I can get behind the sexy question time now.” He sits upright, staring you straight in the eye with a smirk. “I can take it whatever way you want, however you want it. If you’re worth it, at least. I don’t mind having an adventure with you.”

38. CAMPING OR INDOORS? “Indoors. I’d rather be laying in bed than on a pile of dirt.”

39. ARE YOU WANTING THIS QUIZ TO END? “Aw... Just when we were having fun with the sexy questions before. Alright though, we can end this. Anytime you want to have some sexy questions for me though, don’t hesitate to ask, lovely.”

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