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This Is What You Came For - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

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Nolan Sorrento + 29 - “How is my wife more badass than me?” Requested by @purebloodwitch Author’s Note: Alright! Second to last 100 Sentence Challenge request! We really are almost there now! 🙏😁 This is a Ready Player One AU. You’ll figure out the AU as you read 😉 I made... some Tron references in this! I don’t think enough to warrant you having needed to see it-! 😁 Maybe you’ll want to look up what exactly a Light Cycle is. (Specifically how you use one in Tron: Legacy) Also I know that the Cycle would technically be in her OASIS inventory but I really like the idea of her just carrying the stick around strapped to her belt or thigh or something to use it. So ignore that inaccuracy!

Disclaimer: AU / Neither RPO or Tron has anything to do with me. / gif not mine / lyrics not mine / References to Lacero

Premise: With the final Key of the OASIS up for grabs, and IOI certain that it will be theirs - you’ve become unnecessary. When it all goes wrong, there’s only one Sixer that can step up to the plate...

Words: 4948

Warnings: AU / Swearing

_______ Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves Yeah Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, We go fast with the game we play Who knows why it's gotta be this way We say nothing more than we need I say "your place" when we leave Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you --- Yes, I am gonna win, And I’ll light the fuse, And I’ll never lose And I choose to survive, Whatever it takes You won’t pull ahead, I’ll keep up the pace And I’ll reveal my strength to the whole human race Yes I am prepared to stay alive And I won’t forgive, vengeance is mine And I won’t give in because I choose to thrive Yeah, I’m gonna win! Race, It’s a race But I’m gonna win Yes, I’m gonna win

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You weren’t supposed to be here. In fact you weren’t even supposed to be on standby near IOI plaza. You were supposed to be at home - a simple spectator to the final challenge. Today was, of course, the day that IOI claimed the third key. Your husband, the OASIS for himself. Buuuut, as usual with Nolan, it had to be done the hard way - and everything appeared to be going terribly.

It wasn’t so hard to get your motorcycle from point A to point B and before you knew it you were hurrying towards the War Room. You heard the whispers and murmurs get steadily louder as you rushed from room to room; but especially as you ran the walkways over the Oologists. Y/N’s here! Y/N’s here! Y/N’s here! Yeah - everyone knew what that meant.

“Y/N! Ms.Sorrento, I-!” His assistant caught you as soon as you flung the doors to the correct floor open. “Paul, now is not the time to tell me what Nolan does or doesn’t want me to do. It looks like he needs me and, regardless of that, I think the sixers need help.” Several of them stood to attention as you clambered up on one of the platforms ready to strap yourself in. Good kids that respected you. Well, that came with the territory, you had spent time training a few of the best here too. Michael, their drill instructor and another guy you liked plenty, rushed over to perform final checks and run down exactly what was happening with you, he knew this was serious too. “Shall I inform him you’re here!?” Paul seemed to be halfway to the door already, “Nah, he’ll figure out soon enough!” You gave Michael a fist bump as you pulled on your gloves. “Andrew up there?” Nolan’s head of security seemed pretty important to keep around right now. “Uh… I don’t know I-” “Don’t worry, just make sure he is.” You took a breath regarding your visor for a moment. Okay – time to teach these kids a thing or two, again.

You were something of a marvel within the OASIS yourself - though you weren’t about to brag about it. IOI’s secret weapon, and boy did they desperately need you right now. F’Nale, but with covert OASIS based operations. And you were very alike; you understood why Nolan trusted her as much as he did you. An “official” I-R0k; although you would never like the comparison, considering you could trust him about as far as you could throw him, and didn’t understand why Nolan had so much faith. You two didn’t get on, which is why you’d been left out of a lot of this key stuff. For this to run smoothly Nolan had to keep the two of you from clashing, and I-R0K was the one getting paid for things you would consider less than legal. Except you had two keys, and they ought to remember that. Besides, it looked like his faith was going well...

You glanced up to Nolan’s office with a gentle sigh as you slipped on your visor to log in. Am I going to have to rescue you again, husband dearest? Much like him you didn’t wear your wedding ring - his in a box in the left pocket of his jacket ‘over my heart, where it matters’ is what Nolan always said. Yours on a chain around your neck, which you would often kiss for good luck, as you did now. The familiar start up screen greeted you with those five letters you knew all too well; before presenting you with a host of IOI portal options. Your flashed smile was confident as you stepped towards one.

Sector 14, Anoraks Castle, Planet Doom

*** You knew what you were as much as everyone else did. Nolan’s last line of defence. IOI’s secret weapon. Everyone knew, if they didn’t already, that it was serious when you took to the War Room floor and suited up. You would never call yourself a Gunter and you certainly weren’t a Sixer in the traditional sense, you enjoyed your time in the OASIS sure – and you were probably in it a little too much for Nolan’s liking, but that made you perfect. You knew what you were doing, and you weren’t restricted. For one thing, your Avatar still retained her original name. Today you’d changed into your battle uniform, but usually you could blend freely with everyone else. Working for him sure, but unlike the Sixers you were invisible. Before you’d met Nolan Sorrento you’d been a stuntwoman – when movie making still existed. It didn’t make the transition to becoming a fitness instructor that hard, and eventually that led to becoming a personal trainer for the elite (no one else was paying for such a thing these days). Nolan wasn’t one of these people, Nolan was someone whose form you’d commented on once or twice to help – and also a man who infuriatingly thought he knew everything. He’d in no way been your favourite person, the kinda rich corporate asshole that thought his money could buy him everything. But he liked your attitude and soon enough you realised that Nolan was only pretending not to listen to you. You warmed to him, and he you – to the point you knew he wasn’t kicking around your gym just for his workouts. You got hired as his trainer, and then promptly dropped as you started dating. Nolan wasn’t one for dating people he hired, because he liked to avoid scandal, which is exactly why you weren’t an official IOI employee. But he was as married to his job as he was to you, so, it had to bleed into your life somewhere. Truth was when it came to your relationship you were firmly in the drivers’ seat; and Nolan Sorrento needed you. Badly. Possibly none more so than he did now. You’d spent this morning at home – wishing him good luck before he left and letting him know you’d be on standby. Nolan had flashed a confident smile, and told you you didn’t need to be. “We have that… Orb of Osuvox thing, you can take the day off.” You were pleased he was at least pronouncing it correctly, “Okay. But with two keys and being arguably the best Sixer you have-” He crossed the room and kissed your forehead, “Y/N. That’s exactly why you need to stay…” He took your hands in his, touching his head to yours, “If I keep you safe here, then I know if things start going wrong, we still have a chance.” “Babe…” You pulled back, “Am I not your chance?” “We have this.” His blue eyes flashed in over-confidence (Which was correct in hindsight!) “Relax. Watch it here instead. You’ve done your part.” You tipped your head, before pulling him to you fiercely by his shirt collar for a fiery kiss – you’d have removed it, if you didn’t know that he had to go. “Finish it.” He blinked hard and swallowed harder, to Nolan that felt like a promise. Like the and hurry back was lingering unsaid on your lips. “I… I will.” Only that was before you’d watched that level 99 magic artifact implode on him, and you’d reached for your motorcycle keys then. No matter what Nolan said; you were always going to be on standby for him, you would step in if necessary, no matter the cost. The only thing that kept you on the couch for any longer than that was watching the appearance of Mechagodzilla. Now there was a movie Nolan had you watching 1000 times and yet still waxed lyrical about. How excited he was to tell you he’d built one in the OASIS. You had gifted him with a miniature figurine of it for his desk, and there it sat, his pride and joy. It always made you smile when you saw it. But even his faithful mechanical monster wasn’t helping him this time. And as you watched that explode you sprung from the couch. “SHIT!” Did that mean Nolan would have zeroed? No, no, no, no! That shouldn’t have happened. This shouldn’t be happening! You snapped the viewing screen off and sprinted to the garage – very nearly cursing yourself. You should have gone with him; you should have pushed Nolan, made it clear he needed you for moral support and no wasn’t an option – then you’d have been at HQ right now. Hell, you should have BEEN on that field right now, you could have gone from here - but what you really needed was IOI intel, portals, and access to their inventory. The one thing that gave you pause before you started your bike ignition was the vibration of your phone in your pocket, you pulled it out; ‘He needs you.’ was all it said – hastily written by his assistant, you pocketed it again and took a deep breath. Hand stilled for a moment over the gold band pressed against your chest under your shirt. “Yeah… No shit.” You always felt at home on bikes – and felt that it was always a quicker way to navigate through the city. You’d get to IOI Plaza quicker than you ever would in a car at any rate. Your OASIS vehicle of choice was a Light Cycle – Tron was one of, if not your all-time, favourite 80s Pop Culture movie. Although your current mod meant you had a version closer to the type in Legacy, a little easier to carry around and extremely fun to mount. You’d always flashed Nolan a grin and referred to your bike as ‘an ACTUAL gold piece of 80s media’ only for him to scoff at you. But yours had won you that first key before anyone else in IOI had, and you got to waltz into his board meeting and practically demand to be employed. (Unsurprisingly, Nolan didn’t really want you involved. Oh, until you proved you could do it!) The Light Cycle games were also ever popular in the OASIS, and you were the current reigning champion. Those had cemented your place in the OASIS, rather than your role as an IOI agent – it was unsurprising that everyone assumed you were a gunter. Many had tried to beat you, and all had failed – now it was time to put all those skills to a different kind of test. Hopefully you could win this one too. Nolan was counting on it.

*** Your avatar materialised on just the right side of the battle. Maybe a little too close to danger, though. You took a couple of steps back from the shattered bridge, giving only an obliging glance to the lava before turning to the castle; the real fight was in here. “Taking the bridge out isn’t a bad idea… I suppose…” – It was likely the only credit you would give I-R0K. This particular part of the planet looked like more of a winter scene than the rest of it. And not from any cheery Christmas movie, you thought, much more like the Day After Tomorrow. The wind whipped your avatar’s hair around and left a distinct chill on your VR gear; you shivered against the cold involuntarily before you broke into a run, hoping you weren’t too late. You had highly modified your avatars coding, twice, for these exactly moments. Within seconds you deployed her fairy-like wings. You couldn’t remember exactly when you’d last used them practically, rather than for extra show. But if ever there was a time, it was now. Beneath what you could hear from the OASIS itself was the nearly comforting noise of the war room and the murmur rippled – this was serious business. You could leave nothing to chance. The sound of real fighting echoed off the ice as you kept running, letting you wings vibrate against the cold air to give her lift, hopefully this would work! *** At first Parzival wasn’t sure what exactly had hit him, only that his right hand side had taken the brunt of the force. Luckily not enough to take out his armour quite yet. Looking up, he faced an avatar he’d never seen before skidding across the ice to a stop, whereupon she used her wings to right herself. Those must have been coded by the person to whom she belonged; he’d never seen a mod like that. He suddenly found himself with a sense of dread; dressed in a black leather jacket reminiscent of Sorrento’s own, underneath was a T-Shirt emblazoned in lights: IOI-6whatever-her-number-was. A Sixer?! But with an avatar like that she wasn’t just a regular one. He stood shakily, eyes flicking back to Sorrento – who looked more than a little surprised that she’d just joined the fight. Parzival smiled; Nolan was off guard – now was his chance. Z got just two paces – albeit at a very good run – before you were back in front of him. Every step he took you mirrored; wings stretched out defensively. These might have been kids, but you weren’t opposed to getting up in his face. Your eyes glittered in a way that made the colour seem unnatural (your favourite, if he was wondering), and Parzival was forced to take a slight step back. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch him.” You were more than happy to take the space he’d conceded. “Fine. I’ll just take both of you!” You had to give him credit, almost admired the attitude, eyes narrowed. Parzival wasn’t about to back down without a fight; hell, you might even find this one enjoyable. “You sure about that when you can just walk away now – it might be less painful for you.” “This is my world – and I’ll protect it from IOI and HIM by any means necessarily!” You sighed, with a shrug, “Suit yourself-!” There was just no way around you. Parzival realised he’d have to go through you and he wasn’t sure how many more of these painful hits he could take. You were highly trained and knew what you were doing – it raised so many questions as to why he’d never met you before. “Y-Y/N!” “Save it!” You didn’t even turn to Nolan’s avatar as you snapped, holding your hand up to silence him, give this kid an inch he’d likely take a mile. (Also you weren’t entirely happy anymore about your husband leaving you behind, but now wasn’t the time for that). You went for Z again – weapons unnecessary; your avatar was fine with relying on your own fighting skills and knowledge. Especially in close combat – magic was nice, but you’d still take your own instincts over that. Really you should have told him he didn’t have a chance, and you weren’t bad at dodging his tricks either. Given you were IOI’s best kept secret, there was probably too much going on in Parzival’s head right now to keep focus on what he was doing. He didn’t have any friends to save him. Your next sharp strike had him down on the floor – flashing red in warning that any second, he could be taken off the board. And it was painful, you made sure of that, to keep him there for a minute. You had a couple of other idiots to deal with before you removed him from the top of the scoring. For the first time since you’d got here you acknowledged the cavernous area you found yourself in; it seemed to be nothing but ice and stretched on endlessly. That chill still clung to your VR equipment and as you caught your breath it fogged up in the virtual air. I-R0K pulled you back to the matter at hand; “You’re a little late to the party don’t you think-!?” You didn’t even regard him properly, eyes flicking across, face hardened; “Shut your damn mouth. I got here didn’t I-!? Thought you boys wouldn’t need my help. Thank me later.” Then as a snarky aside, “This is all on you, I guess? A lot of good your plan did-!” “It woulda been fine. It’s your company that was infiltrated.” You did actually turn to Nolan then, arms folded, “HIS company.” Nolan looked a little affronted, but held his tongue. You knew he wasn’t about to chide you for being here. Looking between them again you couldn’t help but smirk; “I see your little orb didn’t work.” “It was taken down from the inside.” “...Exactly.” That still counted, you didn’t know why I-R0K was trying to pretend that it didn’t. “That’s not my fault.” “No one thought to just turn it back on?” They looked to each other and you realised it’d never crossed anyone’s mind, “Oh god, men!“ You ran your hand over your face; “So. What happened?” Nolan came in to defend his old friend from your onslaught – painfully aware of how much you didn’t get on; “It’s not exactly on him, my rig did get hacked.” You raised an eyebrow, “You still using that ridiculous password?” “Yeah.” His eyes flickered gold. “You still got it on a post-it?” “No.” His answer was far too quick, voice pitched slightly, and you sighed folding your arms once more, “I told you to change it.” It sounded like something a teen would use anyway - Bo55man69? Who was Nolan Sorrento kidding? “I… I was getting to it!” He stuttered as you gave him a hard look. “Little late for that... if you two idiots will excuse me!” Then you finally regarded the third man in the room looking between you utterly confused, yet still on the floor where you’d left him. Best not to leave him unchecked for long – you could bicker with these boys all day, it wouldn’t win Nolan the final key. “Now, Parzival, where were we?” The teen stood on his feet, he had a couple of tricks left, he knew that – maybe back up would even arrive. In fact, he was sure that if he just swept you from the equation it wouldn’t be so hard to take out the other two. Parzival leant around you to regard the Cataclyst, half buried in snow. Maybe he could use that as leverage, Sorrento might not care about setting foot in here again, but he surely wanted control. He wasn’t sure you and the other one would be best pleased about the prospect of Zeroing out. You followed his eyeline, and in that split second where your concentration wasn’t on him, he darted forward; “Oh no, you don’t!” Nolan dodged to the side, which was kinda unhelpful, because he was a lot bigger than both of you so could probably have taken a decent hit with his Avatar no problem. But, sure, instead he was content to watch you scrap with a kid over the most destructive device in the OASIS. You dragged Parzival back across the ice, letting your wings do most of the (literal) heavy lifting. “Why are you making this so hard-!?” “I can’t give up!! Not for everyone that actually knows a damn thing about what this place stands for!” You laughed, dropping him and firmly positioning yourself between Nolan, the Cataclyst and him. “Trust me, you’re only seeing what you want to see about the OASIS. You’re only seeing what you want to see about Nolan too, but you’re also a man running out of time. You can leave, right now, you can stand down. Parzival you have choices.” “I’ll NEVER let the OASIS fall into the hands of IOI.” You weren’t exactly sure how he was going to get out of it, but if he wanted to continue to fight you, you were down with that. “Suit yourself, but when this ends – remember I gave you the choice.” He came at you again, and this time you knew the only option was to take him out. *** For just a moment you let yourself regard Parzival sympathetically. In all honestly you got it, why everyone had gathered here to stop IOI from swallowing up their favourite pastime. But their perspective was what they saw, IOI and its loyalty centres. Your husband, the face and the front of that. On any other given day, you’d be on the other side fighting him and you knew that. You were painfully aware of it. But you knew him; you knew you couldn’t change the company and Nolan needed the support of IOI to get to this point. Maybe Loyalty would go, maybe it would stay – maybe when he got what he wanted, you could persuade Nolan to do anything. But he needed this. For what the OASIS had done to his family, he needed this more than the kid standing in front of you. And that was your only thought. “Sorry, kid.” And you meant it as you delivered that final blow. Parzival zeroed. For him, the game was over. There was eerie silence for a minute and you looked to the floor, feeling solemn, folding your wings away again. That would weigh heavily on you for weeks, you knew. From across the field the two men watched you in disbelief. You had actually done it. IOI was guaranteed the win. After all that, Nolan Sorrento only had to clear the final challenge. “How is my wife more badass than me?” Nolan murmured, shaking his head slow. “Well I don’t really think it’s that hard-!” He glared at I-R0K momentarily, eyes sparking back to that gold, before you spoke up. “Leave.” “What?” You didn’t even look across to I-R0K, “Your job is done here and I want you gone.” “Are you kidding me!?” “Unless you want to zero out too.” Your eyes were harsh and cold, and despite the obvious grumble Nolan nudged his friend, nodding in agreement. “You got me this far, old friend… You’ll be well paid.” You received a glare, before he jabbed a finger at you, “Don’t you DARE mess this up-!” and with that, logged out of the game. Now alone, you regarded Nolan properly for the first time since you got here. You wanted to run to him, but you knew it wasn’t over. You still had to beat the challenge and get the key. “Where are you?” He spoke first. “Downstairs.” You gave a little nod, “Andrew with you?” “…Yes.” At least his security was there, that seemed important to you. Even if the fight was in the OASIS. “You came all the way here… for me?” You titled your head, Nolan already knew his own answer, it was his lack of belief that got you; “I couldn’t let you do this alone. Not after what I saw.” “Guess I should have let you come.” “Well…” You smiled gently, “I’m here for you now.” *** You both stood in front of the final problem, with you looking for a final solution. They had won it and still failed, that wasn’t the key. It had to be something so Halliday and so out there, that it was so obvious… that’s what made it so hard. Nolan was a little less patient with you; “So how do you beat it? If it’s not about... winning?” You looked up to him, with a raised eyebrow. How exactly was he going to run the OASIS again? Maybe you’d be best zeroing him and winning it all for yourself. “Boy, you still got a long way to go.” You nudged him gently with your elbow and went back to studying the game hard; “It’s the right game we know that - the ice broke after a minute for everything else except for this one. But winning can’t be the objective.” Then it clicked; “Oh-! Of course.” “Of course what?” He was still clueless. You were trying to imagine the OASIS full of all Nolan’s favourite pop culture references instead. You didn’t think you’d find yourself complaining at all the 90s/00s obscurities somehow. As long as he kept Tron – or it’d be divorce. Instead you pointed to the retro TV; “The whole damn competition is about Easter Eggs and this game... was the first one.” You picked up the controller with a smile, “It’s about finding the Easter Egg-! Literally!” Nolan tipped his head, curiously, as you continued to explain, “Warren Robinett hid his name on the start screen, sort of, back in a time when creators didn’t get shit for things they worked so hard on...” you nodded back towards Nolan, “Kinda think you’d know a little about that.” Glad it wouldn’t show up on his OASIS avatar, Nolan’s faced burned slightly at your mention of his Gregarious days. He didn’t have to say anything though, his eyes had a habit of changing colour to give away his emotions and they’d flicked back to gold. “So, you can beat it?” “If that’s the answer, yeah!” You gave a single confident nod, coupled with a gentle smile And for once he smiled too, one so beautifully genuine all you wished was that you were seeing it on his actual face; “You’re a star!” “Oh no.” You shook your head firmly; “Your Oologists found the game, they deserve the credit. They deserve a hell of a lot - let’s be honest here!” And you’d make sure they got it, you did always like checking in on the kids and asking them about their latest piece of Halliday trivia whenever you happened to be kicking around HQ. You swallowed hard; “Okay, Noe, lets just hope I’m right!” *** The gravitas of the moment demanded you to stare up at Halliday’s avatar with a certain level of respect. It felt too wrong to be right. But you knew the man you’d married, and hopefully this would give him just the opportunity needed to show more than only you who he really was. You bowed your head, before stepping forward to take the Crystal Key delicately as it was offered. Voice soft as you bit your lip. “Thank you…” As you did so, the ice before the both of you cracked, raising from it a door of the same gem stone. You hopped down from the podium and back across to your husband, who was staring at the door with the same type of hesitation. You noticed his hand was over his heart – because even in Nolan’s haptics he would be able to feel that wedding ring digging into his skin, transferred to his shirt pocket when he wasn’t wearing his jacket. You couldn’t help your little smile at how absentminded and soft it was. He wasn’t even thinking about the OASIS when he was sitting in his office doing that. “Is this really happening?” “Uh huh.” You looked to the door, “Let’s go see what’s really waiting on the other side.” “Y/N- Wait-!” But you were already jumping across the ice path towards it and Nolan had no choice than to follow you to the door. Three holes for the three keys; yours were his and you took a step back from him. But he was still hesitant. “What?” “After all this, I just can’t…” “Honey…” You took his hand and made him look back to you, “You’ve wanted this for five years.” You looked back to the final key in your hand, taking a deep breath, “This is what you came for.” “What if I do the wrong thing?” “I know you.” You held the Crystal Key out for him, “You won’t.” Nolan took it from you gently, opening his inventory for the other two, Copper, then Jade… before he looked back to the Crystal one and paused again. You wondered what was happening around you, mass cheering? Were people upset? Your focus was Nolan, everything else was drowned out. Everyone knew what the official line for the plan was. Could the man you loved go ahead with it, that was the question – even if it was only on your lips. You regarded him for a minute, key in one hand, your fingers laced with his other and you wondered if he would really go through with it. Nolan had long had issues with the OASIS; it was in part responsible for the death of his sister, and he also held the belief that people spent far too long escaping the problems of the real world here instead of facing the ones outside. Now he truly had the keys to the Kingdom - would Nolan Sorrento shut it all down? Would he monetise it? He pandered that one to board and shareholders alike, but could he really go through with such a thing? You didn’t like to guess that he could - but making it exclusive to those that could afford it wouldn’t solve his problem. Those that could afford it would be pivotal in fixing the world, after all.

Nolan glanced to you and exhaled, squeezing your hand a little tighter, he’d dreamt of shutting this down since he’d lost her. And that’s what he really talked to you about in the dead of night curled up in your arms when no one else could hear. He gave a firm nod and turned back towards the door “Okay. Let’s do this...” Then looked back to you, placing your avatar’s hand over his, “You got me here, Y/N. So I won’t do this without you.” You could feel yourself start to well up, you weren’t one for crying and usually you’d curse yourself. But this once you’d let them come. “Nolan…” I love you. I love you too. I love you SO much. He gave a nod of encouragement, and a gentle smile – you returned both. “On my count…”

Whatever came next, and whatever Nolan chose to do here - you’d do it together.

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sickandvomiting · 8 years ago

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Vietnam OCs ask.

I’m posting this here because it took s'damn long to write out and it is SOOOOO LONG. Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.

its-a-goddamn-heartbreak

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Tank:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Probably wrath. She gets really angry.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

She’d be somewhere between confused but also really pumped and also disappointed. Honestly she’d probably be mostly disappointed.

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

She is like halfway contemplating marriage, but isn’t sure about the whole kids thing. She’s a military woman, and grew up in a military family, so she knows what it’s like moving around every two or so years, and it’s not fun. But she also kind of wants that companionship that comes with marriage, and has considered adopting a kid too. But she’s still very unsure and nothing is set in stone.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

Honestly she’s probably going to the Officer’s club with the rest of the unit. Somehow they all get in, even if they aren’t officers. (It was her. She threatened the establishment if they didn’t like the enlisted men in.)

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

She would accept it with dignity, but also with no small amount of anger and sarcastic jokes about her impending doom. She probably wouldn’t fight it unless she thought the fight could be won. If it was against an opponent, then yes she would fight. If it was against a fatal illness or injury, she would just accept it.

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Muffin:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Gluttony. He looooooooves food.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

He’d be super excited about everything like OH MY GOD YOU CAN COLLECT CATS BUT LIKE IN A LIL DEVICE AMD THEY ARENT REAL BUT THEYRE SUPER CUTE??????????

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

He definitely wants a family after the military. He had a girl back home but got a dear John letter that kinda really tore him up. So he’s a little scared of entering into new relationships, but he really really want to settle down with a woman (or man, he doesn’t care which) who loves him and have a lovely idyllic little family.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

If he’s at home, he’s probably going to a little bakery with the best pastries he’s ever had. He’s probably in a cardigan that’s just a little bit too small for him because he can never find anything big enough (dude’s like 6'6") and a paperboy cap with nice shoes. It’s the little things in life. He’ll probably plop down in the seat by the window with a book or a newspaper and read while he eats, and he’ll definitely wave at every dog that passes.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

He is the sort of person who is just so positive and happy that he hasn’t even contemplated the concept of mortality. He doesn’t like to think about that, though he knows he’ll die eventually. He would probably try to avoid it unless it was for a very VERY worthy cause, like saving his friends. If he had a deadline, he’d for sure try to do everything on his bucket list, which is like a mile long and pearly impossible to do.

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Tron:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC? Definitely pride. He thinks he’s the shit, and often need to be taken down a few notches by his mates.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? He would probably have nearly no reaction besides kinda just being like “huh, this is new”. He’d be excited about all the new tech though.

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

He is contemplating it, but he’s only 19 and doesn’t quite know for sure yet. He does know he likes to be in relationships, but doesn’t know if he could sustain one for a lifetime. He kinda wants to keep his bachelor days going.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

To a bar, probably. He likes to ride up on his motorcycle and buy drinks and hit on girls (he’s kinda trash but like not super super trash). He’s probably go with some of his closest friends from high school, and he’d look like a fifties greaser but with better hair. Leather jacket, red chucks, white tshirt, cuffed denim jeans…

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

He would fight tooth and nail no matter what. There’s always a way out. Always. Even if there isn’t. And he would be so caught up in fighting it that he wouldn’t realize it was really happening until too late.

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Raptor:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC? Probably envy. He’s not a super jealous person, but has always had self worth issues, and has had an inferiority complex as long as he can remember. He just wants to be as good as everyone else (He definitely is as good, if not better. But he doesn’t know it.)

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? He would be appalled at the current situation for Mexicans in America, and all of that terrible xenophobia that somehow STILL EXISTS WHAT THE FUCK. He is the son of Mexican immigrants, so takes such things very personally.

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

Yes. He also wants to settle down and have a family. He doesn’t know how it’ll really work because he doesn’t have a lot of money. At all. But he wants a family so damn bad.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

He’s probably going out for a short road trip, where eventually he’ll find a place way off the beaten path, park there, and enjoy laying on he hood or roof of his car admiring the countless stars in the clear night sky. Maybe he brings a friend with him to kick back, have a few beers and talk about life. (It’s probably Tank). He’ll probably wear a plaid flannel and comfortable old jeans he’s had for years, and an old pair of worn out boots, because that’s what he’s comfortable in.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

It would depend on what sort of death it was, and whether it was for a cause or if it was for nothing. He sort of views his enlistment in the army as a death sentence of sorts, but he is proud to serve. Sometimes he wishes it weren’t that way, and obviously he fights to stay alive for his comrades, but if he dies, he dies, and it was for a good cause so it’s alright.

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Butch:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC? Also probably Wrath. He and Tank and very very similar, she’s just more chatty and has more a sense of humor. I mean, he has one too, it’s just hidden deep under layer after layer of protective stoicism.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? He would be angry at how much the earth has deteriorated. He is very environmentalist, and wants to protect the bees and save the animals keep the earth green and healthy, which is a little odd coming from him, but he is very passionate about animals and such. He loves them.

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

He thinks it might be nice, but he’d honestly settle for running and animal sanctuary. He’s like a crazy cat lady in huge, muscular body builder sort of form.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

This nerd. He’s honestly probably going to see the cats and dogs at the shelters because they don’t have homes and he feels bad for them. He’ll chill and cuddle with them until he is kicked out. Sometimes he’s not and he just stays there until sunlight.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

He would be silently resigned, but sad he couldn’t do more with his time. He’d do what he could in the time he had left, but to him it definitely wouldn’t be enough, but he is also kind of defeatist.

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Ghost:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC? Sloth. This guy is a lazyass motherfucker. He means well, but he is laid back to the point of it being detrimental. He says “I’d honestly rather be asleep” at least once a day if not more.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

He would be stoked about the TV and video games. But he’d also be sad because somehow America still hates China??? He’d be awfully confused about that. “But guys, we make all your shit????” He is also the son of two Chinese immigrants, so he and Raptor would bond over their mutual situations.

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

Someday maybe. He is also on the younger side, but just old enough to be starting to think about such things. He’s a really sweet guy and is great with kids because he loves to play with them, but he isn’t sure about the state of the world and bringing a kid into it.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

He’s probably going out to the bars too, likely with Tron. They get along pretty well, and for being the stealth/recon expert, he’s a really loud and fun dude, and he can dance like no ones business. He’ll probably be wearing outrageous colors and just having a grand old time.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

It’s hard to say with him. Honestly if he had a choice he’d try to silently fade into the background so he wouldn’t cause anyone any trouble. He is also the sort of person who would tell people not to grieve, but to celebrate his life as he lived it; loud, happy, and full of love.

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Jeeves:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

GREED. For sure greed. He was born into a rich family and money is all that really matter to him growing up. Money and status and material things. It’s not exactly his fault, because his parents were awful rich assholes who taught him all that shit, but still. Greed.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? Well, he’d probably just live life as he did before; privileged. He’s rich white kid with delusions of grandeur. (In his heart he knows he’s a bad person and is trying to change, but evidently not trying enough. If he were in a book, he’d be the douchebag everyone hates with a redemption arc that just doesn’t seem to completely fix him.

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

Yes he does. It has been ingrained in him since he was a kid. Just loads of malarkey about carrying on the family name and running the company and all that stuff. He wants to find a pretty trophy wife to settle down with and live in the lap of luxury for the rest of his days. (He has had a very hard time adjusting to Vietnam and the war’s living conditions. Like, REALLY hard.)

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

He would take some girl out on a date to a fancy restaurant, wearing a tailor-made suit. It’d be one of those white tie sort of places and he’d pay, and he’d try to entertain and be a charming gentleman because that’s how he was raised. He plays the part well, too. But he’s still pretty much a trash man underneath all of it.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

He would be terrified and sad, and would probably cry. He would attempt to reach out to people for help, and would try and fight it, but he has so very few real friends, it’s really quite sad. His parents would visit him, but his mum would really be the only one to try and actually help him deal with it. (His das was marginally emotionally abusive and was even more of an asshole than Jeeves, not that Jeeves would ever admit to that out loud). I’d like to say there’s be some change of heart in the end, because his unit mates would definitely try to help and be kind despite picking on him, but I’m not sure there really would be. He’s an odd person.

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IQ:

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Envy. He wants to be bigger and better and more muscular and basically just more like you’d expect someone in the army to be. But he is small and nerdy and the youngest one there.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

Dude, he would be SO STOKED about all the new technologies and all he new things to learn about. He would go about learning everything he possibly could about EVERYTHING.

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

He is too smol to think about that, clocking in at just 18 years old. Lovely sweet summer child. He is probably the most innocent and sweet teen boy on the face of the earth.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

He doesn’t really go out. He’s a nerd and amd introvert and a genius to be entirely honest, and he likes to just chill and read. Snuggling up under in his pajamas under a big blanket and reading old books is his ideal Saturday night.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

He would try to spend it all with his family and friends, but wouldn’t fight it. It’s inevitable anyways. He’d probably be very sad that he couldn’t do more with his time on earth, but he would know logically TA not his fault or anyone else’s and would accept his fate peacefully and with dignity. He would especially want to say goodbye to his commanding officer, Col. Joshamee Sanders, and Tank, two of the only people who didn’t make fun of him for his physique and scholarly inclinations. The Col. was practically his grandfather, and Tank was like the older sister he never had.

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