#did i ever make an oc tag. oops. uh. lets find out!

[vampacidic]

ITS LEO hiii sage. using anon bc i dont want my main to be on here u know how it is. sleepover saturday real..... can i make u pick an aoi twin. also grabby hands thoughts on my special guys... mao ibaba tori ... ALSO whos your most brainrotting oc . u can answer all or none of these go wild

yes yes i getcha leo... i acfually have a couple friends named leo so i was like. Which one for a good second... anyway

ohh an aoi twin.... if i had to pick one my favorite is hinata :) it's the older sibling guilt lol... not that i dislike yuta. yuta is also my little guy. but there's something so..... grabby hands about hinata's. i wouldn't say asshole-ry but the way he's so adamant that he knows yuta that he refuses to acknowledge any change in yuta... echoes a lot of problems i have. im excited to see when he realizes that 'protecting' yuta has only been hurting her in the long run... ultimately damaging their relationship. etc. i love guys who are lost in the past

admittedly i don't know much about either ibara or tori... i never watched/read kiseki series lol. i know a speed run of ibara but i wouldn't say i uh. Know her. if you get what i mean... i think she's silly though. definitely a guy i'd pick up by the scruff of the neck if i ever dig in. tori was also a character i wasn't particularly interested in so i never dug in... i remember during my twitter days thinking her fans were annoying. which to be fair i was right but that was less because of tori himself and more Twitter.

mao however? my silly guy. im a big mixed jp/south asian mao enjoyer. which relates not at all to his character but i just can't see him as pale. i see his canon art and go Whete is his pigment. i love his character... his self sacrificing nature. also he's a fuckin LOSER. he's a younger brother 2 me. he is so special. the meow meow est. funny to me that he's the 'normal' guy of trickstar yet also the most popular... i don't talk about him a lot but he's very special to me. one of the first guys i latched onto... i think i cried over him more than once. his cringe tboy gnc swag seduced me

ok on the oc note. this one took me a while bc all my oc art is old LOL but my most specialest little meow meow is maisie

this is recent ^ ANYWAY i made her in freshman year chem so she’s been here for a few years… she’s a vampire lol. and a very transparent self insert LMAO she has a girlfriend luna :] (pictured above). i have an entire story for them lol but i need to sit and write it some time… basically maisie is a sad little bitch who lives alone in the woods and despite the happy demeanour she has Guilt surrounding the fact she’s feeding off her friends (human. who also have designs and are important 2 plot but i can’t be assed to remember their names). until she wanders across a lost wolf and is like ohhh. friend ? and it turns out it’s a werewolf lol. and it’s luna. and luna has amnesia or smthn idfk but what’s important is that they’re in lesbians andn it’s about fuckign. allowing yourself to be close 2 ppl again. i have other ocs lol (honeydew is a slime girl and she has a wife named valkyrie. valkyrie has touch sensitivities and thus they can never hold hands….. and they’re going 2 be short comics :] they’re just silly. no deep plot there. i have june who’s important in luna + maisie universe and she has a design i enjoy drawing. and there’s bea who’s a cow girl. not like a lasso and rides horses. like she has hooves) but maisie is my most beloved little fella who i project every problem onto

#sticking this under a readmore just bc it's long... #long post #ask #anon #ask game #this has been in the drafts for a while LOL im horrible at answering things on time #ya hope you enjoy secret sage ocs. they’re not secret i like talking about them i just get nervous lol #all my ocs are sapphic. btw. not like i think someone’s going to be like ummmmm. straight girl. but they’re all gay and get my gender #problems as a result #sage ocs #did i ever make an oc tag. oops. uh. lets find out! #sage oc’s

[norisxfics]

NCT 127′s Dorm Maid: Ch.2 - Mark

NCT 127's Dorm Maid: Chapter 2 - Mark

Title: NCT 127's Dorm Maid

Genre: smut

Chapter: 2

Character: Mark x OC/reader

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Contains: Masturbation, hand job, blow job, a bit of face fucking

Summary: When NCT's Dorm maid falls ill, her niece takes her place and becomes NCT's new dorm maid. NCT weren't unfamiliar with the girl as she has substituted for her aunt many times before. But this time it was different, this time she was going to become their permanent dorm maid as her aunt was forced to retire because of her health. NCT members quickly grow fond of the girl, but little did she know this also meant that she was going to be a hell of a lot more busy than she expected.

Authors Note: It would be really nice and appreciated if you guys could reblog this if you enjoyed it so that I can get more readers. Liking a post shows me you enjoy it but no one will ever see a content creators content if all you guys do is like the post. Especially now since I’ve heard the tags are being fucked up and not all posts are showing up in the tags 

The thing I enjoyed about working for NCT is that I was not expected to tend to both dorms in one day. We had decided to keep a schedule, one day 5th floor, the next 10th floor. If I saw I had time or energy I would tend to both. I wasn't required to always cook either but on days I knew they had busy schedules I would cook for them and again if I saw I had time I would still cook.

Today I was tending to the 10th floor dorm. The dorm was empty except for Jaehyun, I saw him when I came in and he said he was going to just "chill" in his room.

Before I started working I plugged in my headphones and turned my music on. I took my time cleaning, humming and dancing to my music as I did. I soon entered the bathroom to clean and rolled my eyes as I saw the tube of toothpaste not closed.

This happened quite often and I'm determined to find the culprit, I bet whoever left it open was also responsible for the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor that had somehow just missed the laundry basket.

"Whoever did this, I will find you and I will kill you," I said the last line while imitating Liam Neeson. I picked up the laundry basket and began humming along to Rain's "Rainism" as I walked to the washing machine "I'll let you rainism on me any day Rain...whatever that means."

"You're a fan of Rain?" I turned to the owner of the voice, taking my headphone out of my ear.

"I mean who isn't? He's a damn legend, what about you, Jaehyun? Are you a fan of him?"

He nodded his head "like you said, the man's a legend, anyway I just wanted to let you know I'm heading out to see some friends, so you can be more comfortable cleaning my room."

I gave him a thumbs up "got it, have fun!" He gave me a small smile, his dimples shyly greeting me. I kind of wanted to poke them.

Once he left I began to clean their bedrooms, the last room left was Mark's. I opened the door and let out a gasp, to my surprise Mark was home, I didn't realize he was since Jaehyun hadn't mentioned it.

But Mark's presence in itself isn't what made me gasp "oh my god I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were home..." I apologized as Mark panicked and pulled his blanket over himself, his face turning as red as a strawberry.

If you haven't guessed it yet, I just caught Mark...well how do I put this, Jackin' the beanstalk, polishing the pearl, spanking the monkey, or tugging the slugs if you will. I think you get the point now.

"N-no it's okay it's my fault for not letting you know I was hear, um...I should have locked the door...oh god this is so embarrassing..." He stuttered with his words and I found it cute. It triggered my inner demon to be quite honest. I absolutely enjoyed teasing cute shy boys like Mark, and hey no one was home. I held back a smirk and I coyly bit down my bottom lip.

"Well...you know, I am your maid and I am here to do anything you need me to you know..." I stepped inside and closed the door behind me before moving closer to him "when I say anything I mean anything," I was now standing right in front of him, my eyes never leaving his as he stared up at me. His Adam's apple bobbing up then down, I reached down to trail my index finger up along his thigh that was now covered by his blanket "that includes helping you out with you're little problem here."

He was flustered, he began to stutter again his ears turning red as he blushed "I-I um uh...fuck...I wouldn't want to make you do anything you're uncomfortable with...ah shit what am I saying," my lips involuntarily formed into a smirk. I lowered myself onto my knees in front of him, gently tugging against the blanket.

"I assure you, I am completely fine with this...the question is, are you?" I asked softly as I finally moved the blanket off of his lap and to the side before I adjusted my position between his legs. I looked up to meet his gaze which was filled with nervousness, but also eagerness.

"I...what if we get caught? Jaehyun is next door..."

"Jaehyun went out, we're alone," I reassured him before letting my gaze fall to his still erected length. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to slowly and teasingly rub gentle circles around the tip, my eyes meeting with his again "I bet you've been craving for a girls touch for a while now huh?" Mark gulped at my words, my wrist now slowly moving, stroking his erection "you're just too busy to find a girl these days, so you just come home, tired and stressed, all have is your imagination and your hand..." Mark's chest began to rise and fall as his breath free heavier. I picked up the pace of my wrist as I jerked him off "mmm....it's sad really, any girl would love to take a cock as nice as yours," I heard a quiet curse escape Mark's lips, I couldn't help smirk.

I moved my face in closer to his cock, I let out a soft hot breath against it and watched it twitch. My tongue darted out and I pressed it against the base of his shaft before slowly dragging my tongue along it until I reached the tip. My tongue swirled around the tip before latching my lips around it, softly sucking on it with a hum.

"Shit..." he cursed, letting out a quiet whimper as I moved my head lower, taking his length deeper into my wet cavern. I began to bob my head in an up and down motion, emitting a groan from Mark "shit, noona...keep going don't stop," my bratty self then kicked in. I pulled my head back and released his length from between my lips with a pop "oh, oops...I just stopped, I wonder what you're gonna do about it,"

"Fuck, shit, please don't tease me I really need you...to, to keep going...please,"

"Make me then, grab my hair and force your cock down my throat, make me gag on it, Mark," I licked over my lips before taking his tip between my lips again. I could feel Mark's hand hesitantly grip onto my hair.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and his grip tightened before he finally forced my head down onto his length, triggering my gag reflex. I began bobbing my head up in down and quicker pace than from before. Mark's moaning music to my ears, he hissed and cursed, encouraging me to continue. His hips soon began to thrust up as he fucked my mouth. After a few thrusts he finally reached his climax, thick strings of cum flowing into my mouth and I of course swallowed it. I pulled back and met eyes with Mark, who's chest was heaving as he caught his breath.

"Shit that was, amazing,"

I smiled up at him before standing, fixing my clothes and hair.

"If you need me again just me know,"

Mark nodded his head in response and I walked out of his room. Getting straight back to work.

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[snarkwrites]

fake fic title - Glass Houses

Bless you for this title, anonymous. I wanted to say that before I say anything else. Now that I have, I just want to say that my brain wanted to go two totally different directions with this ( and I’m lowkey afraid you’re not in either fandom, but I hope you enjoy it in the same ) so that’s exactly what I did. It’s one title done two totally different ways?

Heads up, the stranger things one is kind of an au of my own au, oops rip me.

Both are kinda angsty. Kinda. There’s also banter.

Tag Squad : ( for the SOA version ) @rampagewriting | @chasingeverybreakingwave | @kyleoreillysknee | @sassymox 

( for the stranger things version ) @rampagewriting | 

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                                  { STEVE HARRINGTON x CHARLOTTE (oc) }

Nancy caught up to me just as I got out of Jackson’s car and started to walk towards the double doors of Hawkins High. She glanced from me to the retreating black Impala and bit her lip as if she wanted to say something. Before she could, Barb caught up to both of us.

“Did your dad get a new car?” Barb asked, letting out a low and appreciative whistle at the car driving away before meeting my gaze.

“Nope.”

“Who was that? He looked like he was at least 21.” Nancy’s question was blunt and filled with concern when she asked it. I shrugged and bit my lip, waiting a second or two before answering.

“That was this guy I met over the summer. His name’s Jackson. He was one of the other counselors at that camp I worked at. Speaking of guys, where’s your new one?” I asked the question mostly to get her off my back, the last thing I wanted this early in the morning was one of her lectures.

It wasn’t like she had any room at all to talk, her letters over the summer had been filled with instances of her sneaking out, sneaking around with some guy. She’d been vague about a name, but honestly, I half expected it to be Jonathan Byers. This sweetheart of a guy in our grade that we’ve known since we were babies… And maybe I’ve always thought Nancy made goo goo eyes at constantly, even if she’d die before admitting it.

Before she ever even got to answer me, Steve Harrington appeared out of nowhere and I swallowed hard, giving him my best blank look for a few seconds. “Are you lost, Harrington? The jackasses and their cackling hens are all that way.” I nodded towards where he’d parked his new BMW, where Tommy H currently stood, exhaling smoke through his nostrils and laughing about it. I rolled my eyes before tearing them away.

“Ouch. I totally forgot how grouchy you are first thing in the morning, Charlie.” Steve mumbled, lazily pulling Nancy closer.

I tried, but before I could stop myself, I was flinching a little. Luckily, no one seemed to notice it because Nancy and Steve were all over one another and that only had me tensing just a little more. Yep. this is going to be one hell of a long year.

“It’s Charlotte. I like Charlotte now.” I licked my lips and finally retorted at Steve as I  shifted my backpack from one side of my shoulder to the other, tapping my foot impatiently against the concrete of the sidewalk.

Nancy looked from me to Steve and when he pulled her closer, I couldn’t help the split second flinch that came. I bit my lip and spoke up. “This is the dreamy guy, Nancy?” I gave a light snort of laughter and blatantly ignored the pout Steve sent my way as he stared at me over the rim of his dark tinted sunglasses. 

What, did she lose her entire goddamn mind this summer? Steve? I’d gotten my hopes up to coming back to find out that she and Jonathan were finally a thing because I just have a feeling about those two.. And I wasn’t the only one, either. One look at Barb quickly told me how she felt about this whole thing and I gave a covert nod, sure we’d both be trying to puzzle it out later between the two of us. I couldn’t wait to hear what Barb had to say about it, actually, because I wasn’t the only one Steve ditched as a friend back then.

“Mhm!” Nancy gave a soft and happy laugh and I had to really bite my tongue. 

,, hello, has she totally forgotten the sleepover in 8th  where I cried because Steve told me he couldn’t be my best friend anymore because it was ‘weird’? She was all about calling him a jerk then.”  I had to literally fight to keep from saying it.

Rather than say any of what I was thinking, what Barb was probably also thinking, I gave a soft laugh and eyed Steve, shrugging. “Have fun with that, I suppose.” was the best I could come up with. Nancy eyed me and bit her lip nervously and Barb tensed, her hand going to her mouth. I literally couldn’t take another second of Nancy and Steve all over one another, so I turned to Barb and asked mildly, “Hey, do you wanna walk down to the girls room with me? So I can show you that thing my aunt got for me?”

“Wh-” she almost asked what thing but I carefully nudged her side and she nodded, the two of us hurrying away. The second the door to the girls room shut behind us, I was pacing and ranting about the whole thing and when I lightly punched the paper towel dispenser on the wall next to the row of sinks, I cradled one hand in the other and swore quietly.

“Feel better now? Did you get it all out? Look… All I’m saying here is that I got over the way Steve  ditched all of us a while ago… Maybe there’s another reason you haven’t?”

“Don’t you dare shrink me, Barbara Holland.” I pouted, going quiet before finally admitting to it quietly. “For as long as I can remember, it’s always been me and Steve. We were so close. So close and I just…”

“You kinda fell for him.” Barbara finished and I sighed, putting my back to the bathroom stall and dramatically rolling my eyes upward. I didn’t even have to nod to acknowledge that yes, she was 100 percent right. Somewhere between kindergarten and 8th grade, even though I know it’s stupid and I realize that nobody knows who they love until they’re much older, more mature.. A small sliver of my heart was Steve Harrington. Then he took it and he broke that sliver that belonged to him and since then, I’ve just kind of… Silently been bitter.

The bathroom door burst open and Nancy stepped inside, laughing and lit up, practically glowing. I shared a look with Barb and prepared myself to put on a tolerant face. A happy face, even. Barb gave me a nod and Nancy spoke up.

“What’d your aunt get you?”

“Oh, uh…” my brain crapped out for a minute, and she raised a brow, looking from me to Barbara.

“She thought she bought it but she left it home.” Barb stepped in with the quick save and I mouthed a thank you to her when Nancy was too busy reapplying her lip gloss to notice. “So, what do you think? I mean, I’m still shocked that he likes me.”

,, you’re honestly not the only one.” the thought came accompanied by an almost crippling wave of guilt, especially in light of what Barb and I just discussed. I was getting the distinct impression that this year was not going to be an easy one at all. 

The tardy bell had the three of us dashing down the hall for class and I slid into my seat with such force that I bounced lightly off of Jonathan Byers side. He glanced up and over at me for a few seconds. 

“Are you okay?” he gave a smirk as our eyes met and he asked the question.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” I said it quickly. Way too quickly. He chuckled quietly and nodded to the textbook I’d just dug out of my backpack. “This is History. Not Biology.”

I locked eyes with him, cheeks burning hot all over. And this literally had me blinking in shock because everything I’d just thought about Nancy being with Steve -and exactly how flustered he’d gotten me in the hallway just popping up like he had, it all came rushing back and I really had to work at shoving it down.

Because I wasn’t like her. I was not going to break girl code. I knew that she’d always kind of secretly liked Jonathan and that most likely, Steve Harrington was just a phase. I also knew that I was totally overreacting and yet...

,, Says the girl whose still being so silly enough to even remotely think she actually loved Steve at one point in time. Or that it matters at all in the grand scheme of life and stupidly refuses to just let go like she needs to.”  

“Thanks.” I muttered, digging around a little more in my backpack. When I produced the pack of cinnamon flavored gum, I caught Jonathan gazing at the pack in my hands almost longingly, so with a shrug, I did my best covert lean-in, holding the pack out to him, giving a playful pout when he didn’t reach and grab immediately.

“Oh come on, Jon. Live a little, doll. The teacher’s old, nearly blind and mostly deaf. He’s never gonna know you’re chewing gum.” I giggled softly. Jonathan chuckled at what I said and he took a stick from the pack. 

I went back to paying attention to the textbook and about halfway during the class, a folded square of paper landed neatly on the corner of my desk. I glanced up and around, and after confirming that the teacher obviously hadn’t seen it happen, I slipped my hand out, gripping the folded square and slid it back towards me, my bracelets jingling and making me pause a second.

The note was from Steve.

I’m sorry. I miss being your friend, okay? I really miss it. I hope this doesn’t get weird...

There were several different ways I could’ve gone. If I bothered responding. But frankly, the fact that he’d ditch me and Barb like we hadn’t been best friends our entire lives… just because he wanted to be popular and we weren’t good enough at the time… I didn’t bother answering. Letting him sweat it out was way easier. 

                                   JUICE ORTIZ x HAZEL TELLER (oc)

“ What’s she doin here, huh?” Juice asked the question to my brother Jax as loudly as possible and I tensed at the chill in his voice, biting my lip. I didn’t turn around immediately because if I did, I knew he’d take one look at me and know he’d hurt me a little. But he was getting good at that lately. So dismissive.

“She’s gonna work the bar for us until she finds a job, man.” Jax exhaled a drag from the cigarette pressed between his lips and finished off the glass of bourbon I’d poured him before the others came in. “Is there gonna be a problem, Ortiz?”

“Just wonderin.” Juice grumbled quietly.

I was finally pulled together enough at this point that I could turn around and face him. With the sweetest smile I could muster, I poured him a glass of his favorite beer and silently shoved it right at him. When a little of it sloshed up over the rim and splattered on the front of his white tee shirt, I shrugged and bit my lip before turning away again.

Naturally, it was Tig who spoke up, clearing his throat. “You two gonna act like this all the time? If the tension gets any thicker in here, I’m gonna bust a nut.” 

“Jesus Christ, Trager.” Jax coughed, glaring at the other man. “That is my sister, man. I don’t wanna think about that shit.” 

I turned and gave Tig a teasing smirk. “What tension?”

Oh, I know perfectly well what he’s talking about. Nobody’s forgotten the fact that way back… before this MC bullshit crept into his life… Juice and I dated. Then when he pledged, we broke up because at the time, I didn’t want the danger and the pain this life has been known to cause.

Not to mention dear old stepdad. It was pretty much either break things off or risk Clay trying to kick his goddamn head in. Or so I thought at the time. Apparently, I found myself thinking bitterly as I wiped down the bar top, I was wrong because here Juice is, a full member of the Sons. 

Obviously, the fact that I’m here and working at the MC would show that my stance on that is changed. And you wouldn’t be wrong, it has. It took me leaving to realize that I threw away a really good thing. A near fucking perfect thing. Just because I was afraid of both letting down my guard and allowing myself to really love Juice Ortiz like he deserved and the thought of losing him due to something happening. 

So, I came back. And naturally, now he hates me.

#Anonymous

[jehannanmage]

get to know the blogger !

can be used for RP  and  non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen.

1. name: Vicky 2. strange fact about yourself: I like to think of myself as p chill, but... I definitely used to be a really vindictive demon child. My way or the highway. My mum recalls a day where she made me mad and she woke up to me standing beside her bed, hands behind my back -- after coaxing my hands forth, she discovered I was holding scissors...

She just kinda went like. ok. weird. then later went to do laundry and found that her pillowcases had been cut up 8)

3. top 3 physical things you find attractive on a person: eyes, for sure. the way a person smiles. the back/shoulders maybe? Honestly never really thought about it ._. 4. a food you could eat forever and not get bored of: stirfry probably. Gimme that rice and veggies!! Veggiessss <3 OR PIZZA. PIZZZZAAAAAAAAAA 5. a food you hate: do iced cappuccinos count? yuck. failing that, i guess... peanut butter. 6. guilty pleasure: honestly anything??? I’m trying to learn to let go but I still can’t help feeling guilty whenever I’m not doing something productive. Which is so draining. Which doesn’t tend to lead toward future productivity, really. A nasty cycle, that. So. Like. Drawing. Writing. Comicking. Gaming. Cartoons. hhhhhhhhh 7. what do you sleep in: tee and PJ pants. My fave is probably my yellow tee with Trafalgar Law’s Heart Pirates jolly roger on it :3c I need to get some new stuff, all of mine has holes in it oTL haven’t found anything i like 8. serious relationships or flings: ehhh probably serious? Again, not something I’ve considered much of late either way. 9. if you could go back in the past and change one thing about your life, what would it be: egh... probably seeking solutions to both mental and physical health issues sooner rather than later. oops. (probably a lot easier to fix injuries n such Not 10 years after the fact.. aha..) 10. are you an affectionate person: hmm... probably just an average amount of affectionate? don’t mind it but don’t necessarily go out of my way, either. 11. a movie you could watch over and over again: i don’t watch movies much buuut... probably the first half of How To Train Your Dragon. It’s magical qwq 12. favourite book: god it’s been so long uh. I don’t think I have a favourite, you know, but the Elfstones of Shannara by Terry Brooks is probably close. 13. you have the opportunity to keep any animal as a pet, what would you choose: any animal, you say... snow leopards are hands down my fave < 3 but if we’re going more like, normal critters, I’ve always loved cats. I’d love to adopt another but not until I know I’m settled/able to provide. (In the meantime... I am fostering kitties/trying to help them along to their furever homes qvqb!!) 14. top 5 fictional ships: ehhhh. i don’t really. ship much. I dunno. /shrug I kinda like lukanette tho it’s just. warm. lessee. what else. matthew x leila I guess? I’m not ride or die for any ships, really. (Like!! I will gladly listen to friends talk about the merits of their OTPs and don’t get me wrong, I love romance stuff-- but I've never really gone out of my way to hc pairings /shrug) 15. pie or cake: both. gimmme. (unless it’s sugar pie, then, That.) 16. favourite scent: freshly cut wood, or a nice fire burning in the pit in the backyard... the ocean breeze... my neighbours barbecuing delicious foodstuffs... vanilla... ;v; bliss 17. celebrity crush: don’t care much ‘bout celebrities :v younger me used to think matt dallas from kyle xy was p dang attractive tho. (why did they cancel it aaaaaa) 18. if you could travel anywhere, where would you go: anywhere and everywhere!! I’ think I’d like to go to Europe next, maybe backpack across it or smth. I’d love to do a Visit Friends tour of the US at some point. And I really really wanna go back to Japan, too. The world is so vast though... cool stuff to see everywhere. 19. introvert or extrovert: introverted? far less than I used to be but still nowhere near extroverted. 20. do you scare easily: eh. so-so.  21. iphone or android: iphone for now. probably trying android next phone I get though. . . 22. do you play any video games: yes. gimme them JRPGs. and smash bros. aaaaaaaa fight me 23. dream job: hahahahahhah dream job would be Not Having to Work 8) Nah but, definitely something in the creative field. That’s what all the career quizzes say i would need to feel happy and fulfilled, anyway <w< If I ever got off my butt and got good enough to make a living off my stories, comics or otherwise, that’d be the dream. Honestly, I don’t know what the future holds for me and at this point I’m almost scared to ask/find out! 24. what would you do with a million dollars: pay off my student loans, help my fam a bit, invest the vast majority!! (and later, I’d love to donate to causes I support), travel a bit!!! or a lot!! go back to school???? buy So Many damn commissions of my OCs, and... welllll... if I need to pay to get someone who will actually Help me with my injuries n mental health, then, that!!! Being pain free would be amazing. 25. fictional characters you hate: i don’t think i hate any characters? I tend to like a lot of the snarkier ones, aheh; 26. fandom that you were once apart of but aren’t any longer: fandoms are Scary 8) why can’t peeps just be nice to each other jkkhjakk;aasfd (that is to say, I don’t usually partake -- ferp stuffs is probably the most i’ve done so)

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[ysalamiri-queen]

2019 Fic in Review

Inspired by @myevilmouse I’m going to sum up all the writing I’ve been up to the past year. I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished, and thanks to you all for the encouragement to put my ideas out into the world! This has been a year of trying new things, and really growing as an author I feel… And wow according to AO3 I’ve written about 400k words in the past 12 months, damn. So let’s get to the list, going from the beginning of the year to the end, and as always please heed the tags on these before reading.

Note: As I go back, I’m realizing a lot of the links were messed up or are just straight missing. I am on the Mobile App so things can get messy. Please visit my works page on AO3 HERE to see all of these on my page under JessKo and my other pseuds.

1 Late Night at the Slab

Idea: Filling a prompt for the Thryce server in which some, uh, unique Chiss anatomy was assigned.

Result: A 3-way with Thrawn, Arihnda, and Eli and my first foray into the more Xeno side of things in a Modern AU setting. Yeehaw!

2 The Trouble With Free-Roaming Ysalamiri

Idea: Based on some adorable ysalamiri cuddles art by @strength-through-order I wanted to write some Thranto fluff.

Result: Ysalamiri-filled Thranto fluff X’D

3 Inquisitor’s Debt

Idea: What if the Grand Inquisitor changed sides at the end of Rebels season 1?

Result: Some fun throwbacks with Obi-Wan and Caleb Dume leading up to Quizzy defecting with Ezra.

4 Ancient Stems

Idea: Eli Week drabbles based on the Vanto Week prompts.

Result: A silly buzz droid narrative with Thrawn and some cute slice of life Eli backstory/Ascendancy days bits.

5 Charnsuka

Idea: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai.

Result: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai. Sorry Zane!

6 Caged Like Prized Birds

Idea: Again inspired by the awesome Chiss anatomy and Thrux drawings by @strength-through-order , I wanted to craft a narrative around Armitage, as a young man, stumbling upon a clone of Thrawn.

Result: Man, this might just be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, had so much fun plotting it out and the smut is mmm! Tentacles everywhere~ I’ve gone back to re-read this a lot, I’ll admit it. I hope you all enjoyed it too.

7 Quiet On Set

Idea: Must. Write. Talos.

Result: A cute little platonic x-reader with everyone’s favorite Skrull. This was my first MCU fic too.

8 Diagnostic

Idea: Wanted to apologize to Zane for the damages done in Charnsuka with some Glacier shipping fluff.

Result: A silly glacier thing leading to a bit of foolery. I’m happy with it!

9 Heron Soaring

Idea: A continuation of the plot line from Heron Rising with Kanan and Thrawn.

Result: Too many feels… but some great sex to soften the blow, Kanera too!

10 Patron

Idea: Responding to a tumblr prompt from @wukeskywalker regarding Thrawn commissioning LOADS of artworks of Eli.

Result: More Thranto fluff! I see a trend here…

11 Black Heron

Idea: Kanan x Pryce for @myevilmouse , I think this was our first ‘collaboration’ on something!

Result: Juahir hires a special someone to show Arihnda a good time!

12 Red Heron

Idea: @star-wars-rebels-4 is always an amazing wealth of ideas for Grand Inquisitor, and encouraged a work featuring him and Kanan.

Result: Delicious back alley smut when an undercover Jedi is caught!

13 Warm Homecoming

Idea: Give my and a friend's OCs some cute fluff.

Result: OC fluff and a vacation to Hoth!

14 sowing the seeds

Idea: Add something cute to the spank war project.

Result: Another contender for my ‘favorite thing I’ve ever written’ rank. Two chapters of pining, cooking lessons, and sweet slick smut.

15 Red Frost

Idea: After watching “The Evil of Frankenstein” with @sneakybunyip ‘s amazing movie night group, I wanted to do something fun with Victor and Hans.

Result: A fun little adventure fic with some huddling for warmth to boot. Victor and Hans are the hammer-horror-verse Thranto send tweet.

16 a setting sun to hide the ruins

Idea: What if I tortured Kanan to the point he turned evil and joined the Inquisitors (and went a little insane in the process)

Result: Instead of torture, let’s just use some serum that drives him mad. Perfect. Smut ahoy, pretty much a dead dove type fic.

17 Pinktown

Idea: When browsing abandoned towns in Florida, I came across Flamingo… what if Thrawn had been exiled here instead.

Result: An alternate history of Thrawn’s exile and eventual discovery by the Empire. Huge thanks for @badgerandk on this one for the perfect epilogue and beta.

18 the sun rises to only illuminate the stranger i have become

Idea: Setting sun… part 2! But it’s actually what happens before sun?

Result: How Kanan ended up where he is for ‘a setting sun’... lots of imp smut and again, it's sort of a dead dove style fic.

19 Frozen Over

Idea: Ar’alani x Eli Vanto

Result: Somehow me and my writing partner ended up at sensory deprivation focus on this one.

20 Shape of Honor

Idea: Well, this one started in 2018 but ‘finished’ in 2019. Still working on the epilogue. Lots of tweaks… If you are not familiar, this is my AU in which it explores how the Thrawn novel and Rebels show would be altered if Palpatine distrusted Thrawn from their first meeting and accused him of being a Chiss spy. Vaguely inspired by the film The Shape of Water.

Result: Well it's nearly a novel now, isn’t it. This was a great adventure in learning how to create compelling story arcs. I’m extremely satisfied with how it is shaping (lol) up.

21 Datura Stamonium

Idea: Thrawnbine ovi smut.

Result: Oops it has plot now, a whole backstory with Eli and such and so fourth. Will need further stories told…

22 Desert Entropy

Idea: Luke/Wedge modern AU shenanigans.

Result: Also pulled Nath/Wyl and the Rogue Squad/Alphabet Squad peeps into this. Set in Vegas, Luke and Wedge meet and have a cute little romance, but some legal troubles set them back (Palpatine, as always, is That Bitch™) Very happy ending!

23 The Great Eli and Thrawn Prank War

Idea: See Chapter 1: Mullet Thrawn

Result: This thing really grew up, and thanks to all the contributors for allowing me to join in! My contributions were: 7-Bombs Away! In which a bit of drama brews and Thrawn makes a paint bomb that forces him and Eli back into being roomates. 11-Tooka Troube 2: Electric Boogaloo in which Eli finds his quarters slowly filling up with Tooka plush toys, and then something huge goes off in supply. 17-The Bitch is Back In which who knew Thrawn could sing?!

24 Clipped Wings to Keep Us from Flying

Idea: Continuing the story line from Caged Like Prized Birds

Result: Dragging Eli and the OG Thrawn into this, seeing that their stories were left untold in the first work. Also Armitage and the clone are up to all sorts of cool things. Still a WIP, on the list to keep working on this year!

25 I’ll do what I can.

Idea: Some Ronan/Krennic feels post Treason

Result: A Ronan character study that I really needed to get out of my system and finally a stable alliance between Krennic and Thrawn!

26 Purple Heron

Idea: @punk--kenobi and I concocted some fun Kanan/Zeb/Hera smut featuring Lasat heat cycles.

Result: Ah this came out so cool, full of emotion and wonderful imagery. Massive kudos to @punk--kenobi for beta-ing my portion and contributing some of the best smut one can find!

27 Ninjago Angst Week 2019

Idea: Do some 1-shots for Ninjago Angst Week

Result: ow right in the feels. Each character got a highlight in their own ‘dark retelling of a canon or canon adjacent event’ chapter.

28 Vertigo

Idea: Thing’s don’t go right planetside for Eli, Pik, and Waffle in Treason.

Result: Big oof. I hope Eli can one day forgive me… I even put strain on the end game Thranto! Bittersweet ending and lots of angst.

29 More Than Just a Treat

Idea: What is Obi Wan up to in the desert…

Result: Aunt Beau and baby Luke baked him cookies obviously!

30 Datura Metel

Idea: Continuing the Datura cycle…

Result: Just how Eli ended up where he did in the first installation.

31 Here & Now

Idea: Some Thranto Fluff! For @jewelliffer

Result: A camping trip for shore leave! And a marriage proposal for extra sugar.

32 Monster Under the Bed

Idea: Benevolent Boogeyman Chiss

Result: Modern AU Thranto spooky sillies. Bit of an intense climax but they talk it out!

33 Haunted by Sentiment

Idea: Nath is in denial of being the Squad Dad for @glassprowlers

Result: Nath’s very bad no good oh so terrible day! It's very silly and I really like how it ended up, the title is way more serious than the story itself XD

34 Pulse

Idea: Werewolf AU Lavashipping

Result: Oops Kai is a werewolf! Good thing Cole is here to help him figure out how to press on.

35 Stories from Area 51

Idea: remember the raid Area 51 meme? I do! Gotta clap them alien cheeks!

Result: Oh no it got PLOTTY! Pretty much all of my favorite characters and ships cherry-picked and plopped down into a Men In Black style facility in the middle of the desert. I really have a thing for the desert huh…

36 Good Day

Idea: The “truth” behind the “Good day, Lieutenant Vanto” from Thrawn in Treason.

Result: Oh stars the FEELS! Thrawn is in deep water and he KNOWS IT! GAH!

37 Fur Ball

Idea: Chiss are mogwai/gremlins…

Result: Silly Thranto fluff. Thrass shows up too! Feeding them after midnight is actually a good idea here… Grow your own ideal man!

38 Came Back Haunted

Idea: A mission fic centered around the @peters-pumpkin-day prompts.

Result: Ice planet survival with Tarkin, Krennic, Galen, and Ronan.

39 Sewn Together

Idea: This drawing actually is what lead to the fic-

Result: A fairly unique reuniting of Thrawn and Eli after both return to the Ascendancy.

40 Spiked Heron

Idea: Oh no… Kanan gets himself in deep poodoo this time.

Result: Devaronians really like humans huh? The next chapter is half way written I swear it is coming soon!

41 A Colder Embrace

Idea: Thrawn/Purrgil/Ezra and Luke/Wampa for SW Rare Pairs.

Result: It's very cold on Hoth… and even colder in space.

42 Surround

Idea: Luke/Wedge for SW Rare Pairs

Result: Luke has to confront Wedge post ESB regarding what is, essentially, his deserting the Rebels.

43 What Happens Planetside…

Idea: Eli/Pik/Waffle for SW Rare Pairs

Result: heheh a scrumptious Eli sandwich! And surprise tentacles because, well, why not?

44 Hesperidium

Idea: Fluffy Kylux for the Kylux Secret Santa event

Result: Ah its so sweet you might get a cavity

45 Reanimator

Idea: Lovecraftian eldritch horror Thranto

Result: This is the sort of project that it takes 2 months to fine tune each chapter, so bear with me, but I can promise a wonderful, creepy ride is ahead!

46 Floral

Idea: Luke/Faro for SW Rare Pairs. Enjoy the Jedi lovin’, @myevilmouse

Result: Sex pollen and accidentally defecting from the Empire. Whoops!

47 The Harch

Idea: Bouncing off of THIS art by @mamidlo , we worked together to create this plot. Very much inspired by the Hammer Horror films, such as Dracula and Frankenstein.

Result: A fun and spooky romp of Kallus and Zeb getting trapped in a creepy castle featuring mind controlled drones and a species-obsessed Harch. This was my first time posting the entire story at once, too!

Wow, I can not believe how much has been written this year. Thank you all again for reading and kudos-ing and your amazing comments. I’d not be here without the support and love <3 Cheers to 2020 and much more fic ahead!

#ysalamiri-queen writes #year in review #too many tags XD so im not even goign to try

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So Into You: Prologue

Note: AHHHHHHH it’s here! It’s finally here! The prologue for my first ever Chris Evans x Poc OC series! If you’d like to added to the Tag Squad, let me know. Without further ado, let’s take a journey through the friendship of Chris and Roxie and let’s see where it takes them.

Warnings: Slight spoiler for Endgame (If you haven’t seen it, then oops)

Word Count: 2.3k [this is only the beginning]

Choxie Squad: @themyscxiras || @honeychicana || @maddiestundentwritergaines @crushed-pink-petals || @dc41896 || @swirlevans || @areubeingserved || @stillevansbae

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“Roxanne Alexander!” A voice called from the back of me.

“Yes?” Going over my notes for the interview with Jimmy Fallon, in my hands, I was nervous. Normally wasn’t nervous for my interviews, but that one meant big moments to come.

“You’re I’m in 15.” The producer, Katie Hockmeyer, smiled gingerly in my direction.

With a gentle nod, I practiced my breathing. Being an actress has always been a dream of mine. Only been in the game for a few years, 10 tops, I had a lot riding on these interviews.

I was recently in Avengers Infinity War and Endgame, as a fellow Dora Milaje. It was a fun job to have and soon, I’m gonna be in a new film which I can’t wait to start filming.

Hearing the theme song go off, I closed my eyes and let my feet do the walking as I got into position. This was going to be the interview of all interviews. To shoot my career even further, and make me a better actor.

Hearing my name being called by Jimmy, I got up on the stairs and walked on to the stage. The crowd was alive and well, to welcoming and warming. I felt at home.

“Roxanne Alexander. It is such a pleasure to finally have you on my show.”

“Jimmy, the feeling is mutual. Out of all the interviews I’ve had, or will have, I’m sure this one will be my favorite.”

The audience was eating this up so much. The conversation kept going; the energy was live and the vibes were right. Talking about my family; my pets, my friends, I’ve kept along the way and so much more.

Jimmy‘s smile lit up. “Ok! So I know everyone is dying to know about your endeavors. How did you get to where you are now? How did you career start?”

“It all started when I graduated from Lincoln-Sudbury Regional High School, class of ‘99. Boston gal born and raised. I did a few plays in school, I didn’t go to college until I was 21. Had what most would call a “Grace period” and went to Howard.”

“Howard? Nice! I know a few grey actors that went there.” He nodded in my direction to continue.

Explaining my journey always made me tear up a bit. I went through so much with trying to find myself; prove myself and just go on this journey of self discovery.

“After I graduated college in 2007, I went on another few years off; seven to be exact. I had my bachelors degree in theatre arts and a minor in business management.”

“Booked and busy. You go girl.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at Jimmy’s remake and high fived him.

I shrugged with a smile. “Have to be. I started a business venture called Cairo and The Nile, which is a skin and hair care line for natural hair. I’ve done a few movies, and a series, back when I graduated from Howard. I was also a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader for 2 years, from 2014 to 2016. That’s when I went back to school for business in Dallas.”

“I went to school while a dancer, with an acting background. Within the last five years I’ve done a few movies as well, which I know you’ve all seen.”

“Of course! Just to name a few Gods of Egypt, Pacific Rim 2: Uprising, Venom, Black Panther, Avengers Infinity War as a Dora Milaje and Avengers Endgame.  Along with some before those: Color Me Crazy, Meet at Midnight, The Get Down, Cards on Deck and Dear White People.” He nodded with a smile, while the audience cheered with enthusiasm.

“So, inquiring minds want to know: how did you get to be apart of Marvel first 10 years? And what can you tell us about Endgame?”

Smiling from ear to ear, I sighed happily. “Well like any other actor I sent in my audition tape and it went very well from there. But yet, I got a little push from a good friend of mine who just so happens to be in the films as well. So it worked out for us both.”

“As for Endgame, all of us don’t know. We all don’t rehearse together. All we do is come in; read what they give us, do the scenes and go home. With breaks in between. Because Holland and Ruffalo can’t keep their mouths shut. So the Dora Milaje and I including Okoye, I love you Danai! Know nothing.” With a gut busting chuckle, I felt tears spilling over my eyes.

“Dang, well I tried.” With a shrug, we both laughed.

“Good friend you say? Who is this good friend?” Jimmy leaned in close over his desk, arching a brow.

“Well he’s been my best friend since we were kids. We met at age 4; our mothers are best friends from college. The bond between our families is tighter than ever and just full of love.”

He tapped his chin in curiosity “Tight bond; Boston kids, mothers are still college best friends?”

“Mhm. Tight like glue on a lace front, as I’d put it and I’d get a weird expression from him.” Laughing a bit at the memory in my head. The audience seemed to like it too, so I got more comfortable.

“I got nothing. You gotta give us some clues or just tell us. We’re dying to know.”

“Now jimmy, where’s the fun in telling you? But I do have a little story to the day I became a DCC.” Smirking a little, I winked at the camera.

He pretended to be hurt, with a gasp “Ouch, Roxanne. I am hurt.”

“Do you wanna know how upset my best friend was when I told him, I was a DCC? I’m sure you’ll guess who he is. It leads up to us both starring, in an up an upcoming film, called Married at First Sight. Y’all should go see it.” Shameless plug.

“I’ll give it a shot, I have so many people in mind. How upset was he?”

“He’s a true Patriots fan. Like hardcore, and when I told him I made the cheer team he was filming another film. He didn’t talk to me for 2 weeks.” The audience gasped, causing me to shrug and chuckle. That day I told Chris was hilarious cause that following day, we went to lunch and then it started.

“Two weeks, two solid weeks. I can’t go that long without talking to my wife. I bet it was hard.”

I nodded a bit. “It was hard cause we talk everyday.”

“Childhood friend. Boston born and raised. Hardcore Pats fan.” He gathered all the info he had.

“Mhm.” I couldn’t help but grin like the Cheshire cat.

“Oh!! Roxanne, is your best friend is Chris Evans!”

“Ding ding!”

His facial expression was priceless, the audience loved it even more. This is the first interview I’ve had someone ask about my best friend and how we’ve stayed so close this long. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Chris, and vice versa.

Jimmy let out a cheerful exclamation. “That is amazing. 30 plus years of friendship and you’re still tighter than ever. Any nicknames?”

“Never better. We have our moments, but we come back every time. With our characters in Marvel it’s been a nickname I’ve had since we met, which I’m auditioning for one actually. He calls me Ororo Munroe, who is the badass Storm from X-Men, and Of course call him Steve Rogers. Never saw one without the other.” The thought of us breaking up our friendship hurt more than anything. We go to each other for everything and sometimes, I can’t tell him everything. Like the crush I have had on him since we were young.

“Munroe and Rogers. I like it, cause like another detective show. Can’t wait for the new movie to come out, will be on the lookout for the trailers. Anything you wanna say to the audience or your best friend?”

“Of course.” Turning towards the camera I smiled gently. “If you’re watching this like I told you to, then you’re already on the right track. Most of the time you don’t ‘wike it’ when I tell you to do things. Oh well! That’s what best friends are for right? I’ll see you soon, Evans!”

“Roxanne Alexander, ladies and gentleman! Thank you for coming. We’ll be right back after this break!” Shaking his hand, I waved the audience as the music sounded to the commercial.

The director yelled out to us all. “And we’re clear! 10 min everybody.”

Heading back to my little room noticing that my phone was blowing up with Instagram; Snapchat and Twitter. So much love from the fans and even a text from Chris.

“Oh shit. What did he say.”

Chris: Saw the interview today! You did amazing as always Rox, and great job plugging the movie too. Gotta get all the exposure out there.

Heartfelt. So far so good. I wonder if he’s free today.

Me: thank you bud! Means a lot to me to hear you say that.

Chris: any time. Say wanna catch up sometime this week? Sight see in LA?

Chilling with my best friend, or with the family? I’m always with my family or my other friends, and so now I think it’s best to chill with Chris. Which I never do outside of rehearsal.

Me: I’m free today and a few days this week actually. Aside from rehearsals and more interviews.

The drive to my LA apartment was a breeze. Normally it’s be hell in traffic but not this time around. Upon making it home, I saw the Boston boy in all his glory, in front of my driveway. Sending a goofy face my way, he moved to the left a bit.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the goofy string bean, parking the car in the garage. “You just can’t help yourself huh? You love being in my way.”

“What can I say? I love messing with you Munroe.” Showing off his cheesy grin, he welcomed me with a hug. It was as if he lived there and was happy to see me home. If only it was real.

“Ha ha, very funny Rogers. So where’s my son, can’t have ya home without- Dodger! There’s my boy!”

Giving the beagle some love, along with receiving them, I managed to hug him as well.

A pouty Chris emerges. “Why don’t I get a hug like that?”

“You on top of me, would cause a lot of controversy and issues my dude.” Arching a brow at him, we headed inside and for comfy.

He mumbled under his breath. “You sure about that?”

“You say something?”

“Nah. Just uh, so wanna do Disneyland tomorrow? I hear Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge is open”

“Yeah we can do that. Oh and Lune is in her room, which Dodger found easily.”

Glancing at the two dogs in the little space under the staircase, we both smiled happily.

Clapping my hands together, I gave the Boston boy a look. “Happy dogs. Alright Evans, couch or bed?”

“Bed. The Mummy with Brendan Fraser, or Tom-”

“Fraser, no contest. Matching pjs, or just underwear?” We tend to finish each other’s sentences and it never gets old.

“Matching. This time, my old title.”

“Old title? What do you mean? Chris no way…”

“You don’t know?!” His face was hysterical. He got dressed in my walk in closet, as I changed in the bathroom. After a quick shower of course. Heading downstairs to make popcorn, I had to pull myself together.

“No! They didn’t tell the Dora’s nothing. Danai couldn’t tell me shit! Let me guess, Sam gets it?”

The look on his face as he saw me in my Captain America leggings and matching tank top, was blissful. I’ve never seen that look before. He looks damn good in his sweatpants too, along with being shirtless at that.

Snapping out of his trance, he nodded eagerly upon flopping on my king sized bed.

“Yes he does, and it’s a beautiful send off to Steve. You came into my trailer that one day when I was getting prospects done remember?”

Passing him the bowl of extra buttered popcorn, I slid next to him and grabbed the remote to program Netflix.

“Yeah. That’s what it’s for? Now I’m intrigued. Need a date for premier?” Finding the movie, I paused it for a second, pulling my curly hair into a high puff. I caught him staring at me.

“Why yes. Yes I do actually, would you like to go with me?”

“Why are you staring at me like that? Besides, I’d be insulted if you didn’t ask, I was going anyway.” With a shrug I played the movie and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

“I can’t look at my best friend without their being an ulterior motive? Don’t hog all the corn now.” Snatching the bowl from me, he got some on the bed.

“Nope! What would your girlfriend think? You’re cleaning that up, slov.” Throwing some at him, made it worse, seeing as though it caused a popcorn fight.

“Why bring her up? You two need to have a sit down, and chat. I can’t have the two most important women in my life hating each other.” He threw it back at me and tackled me down.

“Your mother and I get along fine thank you.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m sorry. Let’s get back get back movie.”

“Oh, and I’m the slob? Says the one with candy wrappers on her dresser.” He pressed played on Netflix and cuddled me. Strictly platonic.

“My house; my room, my rules. Fine I’ll talk to her, you better catch her if she steps out of line.”

Hearing him stifle a laugh, he pinched my arm, which ricocheted into me thumping his head.

“Funny. Let’s watch the first 2, cause the China one made zero sense and the Scorpion King.

The marathon led to us both drifting to sleep, cuddled around each other.

Days like this never got old, and I hope they never change. Yet there’s always a few people who want to see you fall, and that person and I never got along when it came to Chris.

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Evil Karma - Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Word Count: 1,836

Summary: You ever hear of making a deal with the devil? Sofi’s making a deal with the Doctor.

Pairings: None, other than some slight Harry x OC in the beginning

Rating: T for TWO swear words

Warning: two swear word, brief mention of child death

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The Isle was always fun to walk through with Harry by my side. After the two of us made our relationship with Uma public and as my status on the Isle began to grow, the concept of personal space became smaller and smaller to us. We practically run this place like it’s our own kingdom, we shouldn’t have to make way for measly little ants. It sounds a little stuck up, but it was kind of how we looked at it. But if I thought that just walking through the Isle was a buzz, zooming through the alleyways on a bright purple scooter stolen from a poser princess was quite the drunken high. Speeding through the bazaar across from the chip shoppe with the wind blowing through my hair and the sea salt scent hitting me harder than ever before was the closest thing to euphoric that I had experienced since my first ‘long night’ with my captain and fellow first mate.

I couldn’t get too carried away, however. Now that Mal was on the Isle, I needed to get the things I needed for this plan before it was too late. As we started to get close to Dr. Facilier’s Voodoo Arcade, I tapped firmly on Harry’s shoulders. He slowed down and removed his helmet. “Why did we stop?”

“I need some groceries from here. I’ll meet you back at Uma’s in half an hour.”

“Uh...duckling,” Harry paused, what was he so confused about? “This is an arcade.”

“I don’t mean literal groceries, Harry. You know what I’m talking about.” Silence. He still looked confused. Oh for wicked’s sake it’s a good thing he’s pretty. I leaned closer to him to whisper. “Harry. Ingredients. For the potion?” Harry widened his eyes in realization and quickly returned to a look of question.

“You’re going to get that by yourself? Are you sure about that?”

“Um...yes? Look, as much as I love how you get when you’re angry and protective, we can’t have that around the Doctor. It’s not going to take long, anyway. He knows that he owes my family a favor, and even if he didn’t, I’m sure he’ll jump at the chance to avenge Mateo’s death. From what I heard, he’s one of the only parents here on the Isle that seems to care about his kids.” I jumped off the seat of the scooter and turned to face Harry, who had hung the helmet on one of the bike’s handles. “Don’t worry, okay? I’ve got my dagger in my left pocket and my chains in my right. Worst case scenario, the Isle loses another iconic villain and I have to wash my dagger when I come back to the Chip Shoppe.” I may or may not have exaggerated a bit, but Harry needed to know that I don’t need protection. Not this time around. Truthfully, I had no intention of even hurting the guy. Scare him, maybe. But if I laid too much of a hurtful finger on him or any of his kids, his friends on the other side would have me dead within the hour.

Harry rolled his eyes and threw the helmet off to the side of the alley. “Fine. But if you’re not back at the Chip Shoppe in an hour, I’m sending Gil and the crew after you.” I smiled in response as he raced away with a maniacal laugh. I turned towards the metal door to the arcade. Before I could even knock on the door, it had opened as if commanded by a magical spell. What I saw next was something I had not quite expected. She was short and clearly of a young age. Her skin had that familiar dark tone. Not the same kind that Uma had, no. This tone was more of a caramel shade while Uma’s was of semisweet chocolate. Her hair was pink and incredibly frizzed out. Her clothes were patched together and sewn very last minute. It was something I’m sure the Isle kids love, but the Auradon kids would likely scoff and tease at. 

“Our games are out of order, come back later.” She began to close the door when I used my arm to prop it open. She had a strong mind, but her physical stature was nowhere near a match for mine.

“I’m not here for your games…” I read the back of the fan of cards she held in her hand. Celia’s Fortune Emporium. It seems the little girl had a bit of her own business going. “..Celia. And I’m not here for a card reading, either. I need to speak to the Doctor.” Celia walked out of the arcade and closed the door behind her, kicking a small piece of wood in to wedge the door open. 

“Why do you wanna speak to my dad? I saw you come in with Hook, there’s no way you mean any good.” I quietly chuckled and crossed my arms across my chest. This girl was gonna make some waves someday, that was easy to tell.

“Good eye, but this has nothing to do with Harry. I’m here because your dad owes my family a favor, and I’ve come here to collect it. Simple as that.” Celia eyed me up and down skeptically.

“My dad doesn’t owe anyone anything. People owe him and he always gets his cut.” 

“There’s a first time for everything, little rascal. Now come on, get yourself inside, you got a business to run!” The door opened wide and Dr Facilier himself walked through. Celia smiled and quickly walked inside, hugging her father on the way in. Dr Facilier turned to me and kicked the piece of wood away from the door, causing it to slowly shut. “Now I never thought I’d say this, Sofi, but you grew up!”

“Way to state the obvious, Doc.” I could see Celia peering through the envelope slip in the door. I never thought much about Mateo since the day I found him, but seeing little Celia’s eyes made me remember how much of a friend he was to me. 

Even when he found out that his feelings for me weren’t shared, he insisted that he stay by my side as a right hand man of sorts. I was disgusted by the idea at first, especially in the mere days after my dad’s death. I scoffed and nearly gagged at the idea of a chain of command. I did what I did because I wanted to be fully and completely in charge of Neverland. However, there was quite a lot that had to be done. Not to mention that after multiple rounds of training, Mateo had become one of the strongest fighters Neverland had to offer. Little did I know he would need to use said knowledge to fight off a princess, a baby dragon, a dog lover and a thief who really needed a haircut.

“She has his eyes, you know. His smile too. Mateo’s.”

“Is that why you’re here? You’ve brought my boy to me? I swear since that attack on Neverland I’ve been scouring the Isle trying to find him but nobody’s said anything yet.” Oh no. I took a step closer to him, inhaling deep. 

“Doc, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Mateo’s dead. All of the Lost Boys died when Mal and her friends invaded us. I only survived because I had the power to make a portal and escape.”

“You’re lying. Those kids came for Pan and Pan fled the scene. That Mal girl said that all the Lost Boys were taken care of.” His tone was firm, but there was a sliver of him that already knew what I was telling him was true. 

“Pan’s been dead for years. Sure, they came for him, but the only way they would have found him is by picking up his bones in the Echo Caves. The Lost Boys did what they were ordered to do, protect their home by any means necessary. If it’s any consolation, he died loyal.” Silence. He knew, he didn’t want to admit it, but he knew he had lost his son. His silence made sense, tears on the Isle were considered the weakest potion of all, especially coming from a man. “What if I told you there was a way to avenge him? Him and all those boys that died protecting their home?”

“I’m guessing this is where your favor comes in? Nothing too high, girl. The favor was for your father, not you.”

“Just because my father’s dead, doesn’t mean the favor is too. Honestly, it’s a bit hefty. But the reward will be oh so sweet.” I take out a piece of paper that I had taken from the salon. As soon as I saw Mal I knew the plan was in motion. I quickly wrote down the things I needed and stuck it in my shirt until I knew I would need it again. “I need enough of everything on here for two gulps. And I need the exact ingredients. No substitutions. No knock-offs. And especially no exclusions. I watched as he read through the list. Everything on his face seemed normal and monotone until he got to the last four ingredients.

“A poisoned apple...three dalmatian bones...dust from a genie’s lamp?” He became bug eyed when he read the final touch. “Hair from a royal beast? Okay, there’s no way I can get that.” Oops. I honestly didn’t mean to write that one there.

“Oh, skip that last one. Uma and I are getting that one ourselves. But you read everything else correctly.”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? We’re talking about going into the homes of some of the most dangerous villains on this island and stealing their prized possessions! I hope you know this ain’t gonna be easy!”

“Do you want an easy Sunday or do you want to avenge your son?” He looked up from the paper, a glint in his eye strong enough to kill. “You can get them whenever you want, but don’t put them into any kind of cauldron until I come back to you. All of these ingredients need to be put in at the same time. Do we have a deal, Doctor?” After a few moments of what I only assume could be his own mental debate, Dr. Facilier stuck the paper in his jacket pocket and smiled. “I guess it’s time for my friends on the other side do a little bit of dirty work. But let me tell you now, island child, if this plan of yours goes wrong, you and your pirates will be in a bad spot.” All I did in response was shake his hand, turn around, and walk away. 

“Don’t worry boys,” I whisper to myself as I find myself getting closer and closer to the Chip Shoppe. “Your deaths will be avenged. Those shit excuses for VKs are going to wish they were never born.”

#descendants #carlos descendants #descendants evie #mal descendants #descendants x reader #harry hook x reader #harry x uma #harry hook x oc #harry hook x uma #harry x reader x uma #harry x oc x uma #uma daughter of ursula #huma x reader #huma x oc #uma x reader #uma x oc #dr facilier #celia facilier

[badsithnocookie]

i guess i’ve come to terms with the defection au being basically canon for eirn (or at least, in the outlander!eirn fork of the appoverse), but i’m going to leave its tag as defection au/general reference name for continuity’s/ease of reference’s sake

but anyway prompted i guess by dani’s musings on ana maite, this is a post about where eirn is, relationship wise (on several levels)

quinn leaving for the empire was what prompted eirn to go to the republic, rather than the other way around. up until that point, she knew that leaving the empire would mean having to find allies who could protect her, but had ruled the republic out because she knew quinn would never, ever be fine with that. his leaving, though, meant it was back on the table as an option (and the one most able to protect her, at that)

obviously losing the relationship with him (losing him) hurt, a lot - not just because he’d left her, but because in doing so, he’d rejected the healing and peace she’d found for herself on odessen and gone straight back to the place that had wounded her so badly to begin with (to say nothing of the way the empire had treated him). it dragged all of her old doubts and insecurities back up to the surface - that she was just weak if she couldn’t stomach life in the empire, that she was barely sith at all, and hardly worthy of being tsis, that if she’d embraced the sith lifestyle properly maybe she wouldn’t have suffered the way she did.

but in leaving the empire she has also lost her relationship with it,and that hurts on some level, too. because she is tsis - she is sith, truly sith. she has sith skin and sith hair and sith blood, she speaks and thinks in the sith language, she has a sith name and a sith lightsaber. and the empire, for a long time, was her home. it was where she grew up, where she has her happy childhood memories, where she fell in love, the place she always fought to protect, even once she knew she could never bring herself to go back. her relationship with the empire was always complicated, but now it’s over, and that's painful on a very intimate, personal level.

so, right now, at the minute, whether we’re talking in the stalled timeline of defection or the vague unwritten one of wherever swtor’s content drops are up to, eirn is... grieving (her relationship with quinn, her relationship with the empire), and lonely, and trying her best to heal and to find herself for, really, the first time in her life. she doesn’t have the inquisition breathing down her neck, doesn’t have to worry about the judgement of other sith (even if she does have to worry about the judgement of republic immigration). sis custody is decidedly less free than odessen was, but that was one reason she agreed to go to ossus; fresh air and open skies and the possibility she might be able to breathe on her own terms.

massive republic and or plot fuckups notwithstanding, she will probably stay in the republic and do her best to slink out of the war and public eye, both. she’ll never have a ‘normal’ life, but she can at the very least have one that’s hers. chances are high she will get dragged into Some level of plot (i’d been musing on her settling on corellia for a while, if only because it’s where her parents went in the factionswap au and i like the symmetry of it, and the final chunk of onslaught story is there so she’d probably end up caught up in that somehow)

(if nothing else, i can give her the closure of actually killing malgus this time)

eventually she would seek out a relationship again, though. eirn has a goopy romantic side, and wants a family and a picket fence and a dog and all the rest of that shite. i don’t have any firm plans or ships for her, though.

canon love interests-wise,

quinn is going to be okay with leaving the empire for the republic approximately never. also he like. recused himself from meeting her because he assumed that she’d go leaping back into the arms of the sith/empire, after she failed to do that then went over a year continuing to let her exist in closure-less misery, when he finally showed up he didn’t make any effort to contact her until after the dust was starting to settle (and he’d been taken prisoner by her faction), ummed and ahhed over whether he was going to join her, and then having done that, immediately leapt back in with the empire leaving her in the process as soon as he got the promise they might not execute him for treason because they’re so desperate to fight a war they’re probably going to lose anyway because the empire has the collective tactical knowhow of the kind of person who fights a land war in russia during the winter. so, like. no. he’s very much never ever going to be an option again.

like. if canon provides a convincing ic reason that he might defect to the republic i might indulge in an au where a chunk of the above does not come to pass but honestly? i don’t see it being the case.

lana is off the table for obvious reasons (lana’s a ds sith, manipulative, etc. eirn does not trust lana further than she could spit a rat). plus in the appoverse, lana is still on odessen running her alliance (or what’s left of it, now that most of the major players have gone)

theron is a big no, both because of his jedi ties but also that whole zildrog mess. (i haven’t decided exactly how that goes down in the appoverse but i do want to keep the speech where he tells the outlander they’re a tyrant because that would crit eirn right in the insecurities and delicious angst).

koth would definitely be a possibility if i didn’t have him with anya (though i guess i could change that? it’s not like i’ve written a ton with them). they both want to do right by their people, by all people, and have been treated badly for it. plus common ground on getting fucked over by valkoriate. and he’s a good bean all round.

tau would be a definite possibility if not for both the monologue she gives about corellia on ossus, and her general attitude towards imperial troops as monsters (granted, she’s not wrong, but if she displayed that attitude around eirn, eirn would absolutely take it personally and both be offended and internally go ‘yup, i’m a monster’ and file it away for things to berate herself with later). that and the whole ‘jedi’ thing put her in the ‘no’ column.

oc wise,

the best any eirn-awenyth relationship will ever be in ‘canon’ and its derivative aus is a mutual ‘okay-i-guess-i-no-longer-hate-you-but-please-stay-the-fuck-away-from-me’.

my hellbrain has also suggested croslan, who only has one post in his tag but was the jk in jk hell volume 1. he’s a miraluka goofball with an incredibly corny sense of humour who basically existed for kiramancing and getting legendary on progenitor (can i get an f for the old servers). i think if i was going to do that though i’d rework him to not be a jedi. the luka sene would remind eirn too much of the inquisition for her to ever be comfortable around one, but he could just be... a miraluka who is not a member of any particular religious order. existing outside of rigid religious structures is a thing that would be super common in the gffa, outside of societies like the sith empire.

aemilia is Just Good Friends. i love them both as friends, their weird jedi+sith friendship is built on years of slowly building trust and understanding (even though i. know i’ve barely posted any of it. but they met during sor; aemilia was on manaan following up a lead on the thefts from tython during an imperial incursion at the same time that eirn was there following a tip about the truth regarding the sacking of the academy on korriban. aemilia taught eirn how to use various Force techniques during late sleepless nights on rishi, and eirn would teach amy about the sith structures and statuary on yavin iv, and there were reasons eirn selected aemilia to be her ambassador to the iokath intelligence). amy has never had the end goal of getting eirn to do any particular thing - in sharp contrast to almost every other jedi, sith, and miscellaneous Force user eirn has encountered.

i don’t really have any other ocs that i have strong onions on? most of them are either in relationships/unsuitable or super minor.

that was uh. longer than i expected it would be. oops

#oc: eirnhaya #defection au #long post #quinn critical

[tangerinefreckles]

Tell me abt ur ocs!!

thanks for ur ask!!! so since u didn’t ask about anyone specific i’m just gonna?? try and quickly (lol) introduce some of the ocs i’ve been thinking/working on lately lol

iah is a human boy who is just one giant flirt on legs (well actually he’s quite small but let’s not tell him that). he’s very loud and hard to ignore, which means a lot of people are annoyed by him but at the same time anyone knows that if you want to have a fun time at a party, you should definitely invite iah. not many people know him any better than that, though. he has a rough time at home, where his dad is genuinely trying but still neglecting iah anyway. after the birth of his younger sister, lisanne, his mother got into a really bad postnatal depression and most of his father’s attention goes to trying to help her. because of this, iah doesn’t try to spend too much time at home and has moved out a while ago. because i cannot ever create an oc that is genuinely happy, iah is aromantic but doesn’t realise it. he’s desperately trying to fall in love and doesn’t understand why even if he finds a person he adores and admires, he never manages to. since he doesn’t know there are other people like him out there, he never talks about this and just goes through life falling in and out of relationships and wondering why he’s broken. (also he’s absolutely terrified that his mother’s depression might be genetic and does anything and everything to keep feeling things, which often leads him to very.. unfortunate situations)(i also have a tag for him!! its mostly pictures and poems and stuff that remind me of him)

yelena (pronounced yell-uh-naa) (tw suicide mention for this one) is a centuries old dryad, which means she shares her life force with an old oak tree in the woods of serbia. a very long time ago she made the mistake of falling in love with a human boy. dryads are known for the fact that they have blood of the ancient gods running through their veins. despite knowing better, she tried to build a life with this human boy, but he slowly turned mad because of her heritage. once she became pregnant, he was convinced that he needed to make a sacrifice to her and her unborn child. yelena tried to stop him, but wasn’t able to. in the end he hung herself from her tree. heartbroken, yelena wasn’t able to look at her daughter once she was born and gave her up to an orphanage. unfortunatley, this wasn’t enough to forget him. due to the release of power of his sacrifice, the branch he hung himself from is stuck in time. even now, centuries later, the leaves are a bright spring green throughout the entire year. worse than that, the body of the human boy has never decayed and is still hanging there, looking as if he only just died seconds ago. all of this lead yelena to do somehting no other dryad did before - she left her tree. she is now uprooted, wandering along the earth without any purpose. the other dryads of her woods judge her, and often try and harm her tree in retribution. 

nemo is one of my more recent ocs. he uses he/him pronouns but identifies as nonbinary and thinks gender norms are dumb and confusing (don’t we all tbh). he grew up as any other kid, with two parents that cared about him and a nice yard to play in. when he was around 10, he started realising he could do something other kids could not, however. he was able to visit the dreams of other people. after his first ‘visit’, he very quickly stopped being able to have his own dreams. he learned the hard way that going without them was not an option, as it would lead to both insanity and cognitive decline. his parents let him visit their dreams so he could survive, and it didn’t take him very long to develop his skills. his gift was no secret in the town, and people with problems such as nightmares or insomnia started to come to him for help. the head of one of the old rich families in town started realising the bigger implications of his gift, however. when his parents died under unusual circumstances, this man stepped forward to adopt him so nemo could “still live in a familiar neighbourhood”. i haven’t really fleshed out this part (obviously, because right now it’s still “the powerful head of a family” lmao), but basically he has persuaded nemo to spend so much time in dreams that he has slowly started to forget himself. his new father is now using him to put subtle ideas into the minds of powerful people for his own profit. 

(nemo also has a tag)

this ws,, longer than i expected lol oops im not rly surprised but!!! i hope this was interesting/fun to read rip

#ask #settleforaghxst #my ocs #iah #nemo #yelena

[553butterfly553]

Another Girl From The Well-Sesshomarux OC 7

Kirai explained everything. She told Safaia how she and Sesshomaru got separated from Rin and the others, but most importantly, she told Safaia about her regained memories. “So, you're telling me that you are my sister that I lost all those years ago?” Safaia questioned as she began to cry. “Yes, I am.” “Thank god! I thought it was you, but you didn't remember anything, so I wasn't sure at all!” Safaia threw her arms around Kirai and the two girls hugged. “I'm so sorry I forgot everything. I swear it won't happen again.” “It better not!” Safaia laughed through her tears, causing Kirai to laugh as well. Meanwhile, Sesshomaru was just sitting there sipping his tea uncomfortably. “So, do you have any idea who could be after me? They took Rin and the others, so we need to hunt them down.” “Actually, I do have an idea. There was this male witch, a warlock, named Hakai. He and his brother were madly in love with us. However, we fought to defeat the older brother who was after me. It was soon after that, that you disappeared. Hakai must have thrown you down the well, or something when you rejected him and helped me kill his older brother, Shoku.” “Why did we kill his older brother? Were they bad or something?” “They started out as good, but after we rejected them, they were consumed with hatred and grief that they turned evil. They became obsessed with us and tried to kill us multiple times.” “Why did we reject them?” “You were in a relationship... with a certain demon at the time, and I just wasn't interested. I am waiting for “the one” and he just wasn't it.” “I see... Tell me, who was this demon?” “Uh... If you don't already know, then I can't tell you. It'll come back on its own though, I'm sure. You loved this demon quite a lot.” “Well alright then...” “Where is that warlock located?” Sesshomaru's question broke the silence that had fallen. “I'm not sure, but I can locate him. I think.” Safaia was unsure but was clearly willing to try anything. “Well do so.” “Of course, Lord Sesshomaru, but I have to be within a certain amount of distance to be able to sense him. Currently, I can only sense the direction he is in.” “Then you will come with us to find him.” “Sure. I don't plan on leaving my sister anyway. Ever again.” “Hmm.” “Well, let's get going!” Kirai stood up with a smile. She looked at her two companions and gave them a look that meant 'let's go already'. “I have to go collect a few things and then put a barrier around my home,” Safaia muttered before leaving the room. “Don't bring too many stones!” Kirai called out as the other girl disappeared. “Are you sure you're okay with her tagging along with us? I mean, I know you don't like humans very much.” “Both of you have lived far too long to be considered humans.” Sesshomaru simply responded as he drank some more of his tea. “How long have we been alive?” “At least 100 years. That is as long as I've known you.” “Huh? Really?” Kirai smiled at the demon but was suddenly hit with a wave of pain. Now that she was standing, she was forced to collapse to the ground. Instantly Safaia came back into the room and made her way to Kirai. “What just happened?” “She collapsed.” Sesshomaru was, for the most part, calm, but it was clear he was slightly concerned. While Kirai was holding her head in pain, memories began to rush back in. Specifically of Sesshomaru. She saw the two of them walking around together in a beautiful field, the two of them with Safaia having tea as they'd just been doing and more personal times, with just Sesshomaru and Kirai close together. Many more memories appeared before the girl, all leading to one conclusion; Sesshomaru and Kirai were in a romantic relationship. Other than those memories of Sesshomaru, Kirai remembered everything else with it. All of her memories have returned now. The overload of memories caused Kirai to blackout. ~ Kirai woke up confused and dazed. She sat up in bed and then looked around because she didn't know who's bed she was in. As she looked around, she saw Sesshomaru in a chair staring right at her. “Um... Are we still in Safaia's home?” “We are.” “How long was I unconscious?” “A day.” “Oh... My bad.” “Did you remember anything?” “I remembered everything. Most importantly, you and I were together.” “I see...” “I'm sorry for forgetting you. I never meant to, but Hakai throwing me down the well caused a lot of issues with my memory.” “Hmm.” “It's weird... suddenly I feel like crying...” Kirai did indeed start to cry, much to Sesshomaru's discomfort. He made no move to comfort the poor girl, just stared at her instead. “I'm sorry Sesshomaru. I know you hate it when I cry. It's just, I suddenly felt like I've arrived at home or something. Like I finally found something that was missing.” “I see...” To Kirai's surprise, Sesshomaru was now standing next to her and put his hand on her head. She assumed it was to comfort her, but it didn't do too much help. Even so, she stopped crying and looked up at the tall demon with a smile on her face. “I've missed you.” Kirai couldn't help but say that with tears in her eyes. “I... missed you as well, Kirai.” The girl couldn't help but begin to cry yet again. “I honestly didn't think you were going to say that to me. I thought you would just go Hmm or something.” Kirai was crying again but was laughing with it this time. “Hmm.” Sesshomaru's response caused even more laughter from the girl. “Sorry to interrupt this touching moment, but we really need to head out now if we want to get to Rin and the others. We don't know what's happening with them.” “You're right. Let's get going.” Kirai climbed out of bed and headed to her sister. “I'm also sorry I forgot you.” “It's alright, sis, just so long as you never forget me again. Got it?” Safaia chuckled as she spoke causing Kirai to laugh as well. “What direction do you sense Hakai in?” Sesshomaru simply questioned as he moved out of the room. He followed the two girls as they got ready to head out. They all met up in the kitchen to begin their plans for their journey. “South,” Safaia responded after a moment of thinking. “Then let's get going.” With that, Sesshomaru left the little house and waited for the two girls outside. Safaia had two bags with her that she carried on her back. They were full of witchy witch stuff and other personal belongings she needed to bring with her. Once all three of them were outside, Safaia put up a barrier around her home. It was so no one could get in and mess with any of her stuff. She wanted to make sure that no humans, witches or demons could ruin all she'd collected over the years. She had a lot of stones and other things that she loved dearly in there. “Are you sure you want to leave your home?” Kirai questioned hesitantly as she watched Safaia look at her home with sadness in her eyes. “Yes, I'm sure. I have to do this. We need to take Hakai down.” “Let's go,” Sesshomaru spoke as he turned around and began to walk away from the two girls. They then had to run to catch up with him, due to him walking faster than they could. Eventually, though, they caught up to him and he decided to slow his pace for them to keep up. Kirai and Safaia both noticed him do so, but neither girl spoke a word to him about it. “How far south do you think we're going to have to go?” Kirai suddenly questioned, breaking the air of silence around them. “I'm not sure yet.” “I see.” Kirai frowned to herself now. She wanted to keep talking, but she wasn't sure what else to say. So that left the group in silence once more. That was until Sesshomaru spoke up. “You haven't eaten in a day. Find food now.” “Huh? Oh, now that I think about it, I am hungry.” “We should have eaten at my house, but we didn't think about it then.” “Oops, our bad. Let's go find food.” With that, Kirai and Safaia ran off into the woods to collect some non-poisonous food to eat. They hoped that Sesshomaru would still be there waiting for them when they came back, and thankfully they were correct. The demon remained where he originally stood, he just seemed to be annoyed by how long it took for them to get food, which wasn't long at all. “Do you want a berry, Sesshomaru?” Kirai offered a berry to him, just for him to full-on glare at her in return. “Wow, that face...” Safaia couldn't help but chuckle to that. “Come now, don't glare at me like that. I know you like berries from time to time.” “I don't want any.” “Alright then.” Kirai began to eat the berries herself as she returned to her sister's side. She wasn't sure why Sesshomaru was so testy currently, but she was now determined to find out.

#sesshomaru #inuyasha

[ethilite]

character question tag

tagged by @adiwritings​!! thank you owo

Rules: Answer the following questions for one of your characters and then tag ten people!

its apparently Luke day so fuckin’ yeet, here we go.

1) What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

I wanted a hot white-haired anime boy. That’s all. Really. He just turned into a huge dumpster fire after figuring out his appearance.

The concept of Luke was around for a while - at first he was a redhead, and so was Greg, to be honest. But I wanted to stray away from my uhhh Luke fon Fabre and Ganondorf inspirations lmfao.

2) Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Not really, actually. What I wanted from his appearance actually generated more facts and backstory about him, so it worked out fine that way lol. I mean, I was hoping he could turn into a romantic interest for Addie, but I was fine with letting him develop however, too.

3) How did you choose their name?

Luke is a good name. I get most of my character names from other forms of media, lol oops. Sorry Luke and Anise ahahaha;;;;;

4) In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

Uh, the fact that he’s a prince, I guess? There’s some plot-related stuff concerning his backstory I don’t want to spoil, but otherwise I really do want to take the time in ttot to go into what the world looks like, so that’s why his earliest memory is a bunch of scenery imagery.

5) Is there any significance behind their hair color?

yes but that’s plot and backstory related ahahahahahaha

6) Is there any significance behind their eye color?

also plot significant. His eye colour is purple, for anyone who’s interested. wink wonk

7) Is there any significance behind their height?

not really. I imagine him to be about 5′7″ on a good day, which I guess is considered short-ish for dudes? I guess most of my characters are a lil on the short side. But I’m short. So suffer. muahahahahahaha

8) What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

I relate to his clumsiness for sure. owo

9) Are they based off of you, in some way?

He may have some borrowed traits from me, but most of that is surface level I guess haha.

10) Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Nope! I was thinking he was gonna be straight, since well, no one was really straight. But then I looked at him, and was answering character asks, and it turns out he’s bi as fuck. So there’s that, I guess.

11) What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

The fact that a lot of my characters would do really well in a JRPG or anime leaves little wiggle room when it comes to creating moodboards and the like. I also can’t draw people to save my life, so nailing down exactly how they look isn’t ever gonna happen lmfao. someone teach me how to draw people pls

12) How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

not at all! :’D I still have a lot to plan out for ttot, concerning actually plot timelines and events. I do know that I want him to go down a Zuko-esque route, and go from anti-hero to joining the party and being a cutie pie readers thirst over ahaha.

13) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

1. he’s a lost soul and needs to find himself, so he’s gonna fuck up a lot

2. he also just wants some genuine companionship and affection, so he should try to better himself so he can obtain those things

14) What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

he’s gonna have a lot of comedic relief scenes if I have anything to say about it. He tries to take himself so seriously, but its also super half-assed because of what he’s going through, so he tends to overreact and get thrown over cliff sides a lot. 

15) What is something about your OC that can make you cry?

If I can spin his backstory properly, and play a lot on the whole being a disappointment to your parents and never being able to do anything right spiel, I’ll prolly cry a bit cause that’s relatable as fuck.

16) Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

Mmm nothing yet. I quite enjoy making fun of my OCs and they dumb shit I can get them into, so nothing has really stood out negatively yet.

17) What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

Some minor origin story and influences to how he is, hehehe. >:3c

18) What is your favorite fact about your OC?

The fact that he’s like, this huge heartthrob, and could technically be a playboy if he wanted to, but his heart is too soft and he’s a huge klutz so he can’t really pull it off haha.

I’ll tag @yuutfa and @teacup-universes if you guys would like to do it;;; as well as anyone else who wants to steal it from me! Tag me in yours!!

#writeblr #oc tag game #luke #character tag #ethilite #ttot #long post

[prophetparadox]

Childhood Memories (Prompto x OC)

Masterlist/AO3

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Who wants a story about Katia and Prompto’s first meeting as kids? No one? Well too bad, you’re getting it anyway. I was supposed to finish this much earlier, but it ended up taking me a month somehow. Oops. Anyway, enjoy the cute. This isn’t really shipping, but I don’t care because it’s important to their story.

Tagging: @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @takuahijackedthetardis, @lunarlapin, @fujinhildr, @grumpyoldmoogle, @indigochocobo, and @themaidoflight22. If I forgot anyone then I’m sorry. It’s been a while so I don’t know who exactly would want to read this.

Katia had the tendency to daydream a lot. It kept the 8 year-old happy and let her think she had some friends. Despite living in Insomnia for two years, she still hadn't figured out how to make friends, and she'd be lying if she said it didn't bother her. But she just didn't know what to do. Being a target of bullying by other girls didn't help matters much either. So she spent her days at school usually sitting by herself, daydreaming and drawing and hoping no one would approach her.

Fate has a funny way of messing with one's expectations though.

"Um, hi." A soft voice says from her right side. She turns around to see who's there, not surprised by the figure standing there. It's a young boy, he's chubby and wears glasses, he's holding a camera that he keeps looking at instead of her, his hair is blond and his eyes are blue, there's hints of freckles on his face, and this is the tenth day in a row he's approached her desk. She can't really say she knows this boy. They're in the same class, he's a loner who keeps to himself, he doesn't talk much, he doesn't have any friends, that's about all she knows about him. She can't even recall his name. Though she didn't really remember most of her classmates names.

But every day for ten days, he's come up to her desk like this. Standing around not saying anything aside from a greeting and stuttering. And then the bell rings and he heads back to his desk. She doesn't know why he's doing this, but she's decided that now is gonna be the end of it.

"Why're you doing this?" she asked, startling the young boy. He looked up from his camera, shocked that he got a response.

"Huh? What do you mean?" he asked.

"Did someone put you up to this?" Katia asked, not wanting to assume such a thing, but it wouldn't be the first time so she wants to cover all her bases. She'd been tricked before.

"What? No!" he insists. "You just looked lonely and sad. It was bugging me."

Katia was confused. What kind of reason was that? "Why does me being lonely matter to you?" she asked, her voice sounding colder than she meant for it to.

The boy went quiet for a moment, thinking his answer over. He didn't really know the answer himself, but he had to come up with something. "'Cause I'm in the same boat." he said.

"But I don't have a boat." Katia said.

"No, I mean, we're both sad and lonely. We don't have any friends, so I thought, maybe, I could be yours? That way you don't have to look sad anymore."

Katia was confused. Why did he suddenly want to be her friend? It felt strange, but for some reason she wanted to be friends with him. It was like something was pulling her towards him. Little did she know that he was feeling the same thing. "Okay. Let's be friends then." she said. The two of them could just be alone together.

The boy looked shocked. He wasn't expecting her to say yes. "Really? You don't mind being friends with someone like me?" he asked.

"I don't even know your name, and no one else wants to be friends with me, so I don't care. And you seem nice."

His cheeks went pink. "Oh, uh, Prompto! I mean, my name is Prompto."

Katia giggled a bit. "I'm Katia. Nice to meet ya, Prompto." she said, a genuine smile across her face. Prompto smiled back, holding out his hand to her. She gladly shook it.

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Katia had never known what having a friend was like, but with Prompto around she began to understand. Sure, maybe they were just friends because of being the outcasts of the class, but it didn't matter to them. It became the same thing every day. The two of them would meet at the start of school and walk to class together, talking about anything that crossed their minds. During lunch and breaks, they'd talk some more and show pictures or drawings to each other. When the school day was over, they'd walk to the park and spend time there playing. They never went to each others houses, but it didn't matter that much. The two of them were just happy to have a real friend.

There was also the pull both of them felt. For reasons they didn't understand, they felt drawn towards each other. Being together made them feel warm. They chalked it up to them never having friends before. That had to be what was going on. They just kept smiling and enjoying each other's company.

Of course, having a friend didn't stop the bullying. Whenever she was alone, and sometimes even when Prompto was next to her, the girls who loved to pick on Katia would show up and make fun of her. They'd laugh at her, take her things, insult her about whatever they could, call her names, anything that would make her cry. Whenever Prompto wasn't there, he'd ask if she was okay and try to make her stop crying the moment he found her. When he was there, he'd try to make them stop with no luck, usually gaining a few jabs from them in the process. He didn't understand why these girls picked on Katia like that. She didn't deserve it. She was so nice and fun. But she couldn't provide a reason for why they picked on her.

Seeing her cry and get sad because of those girls made Prompto wish he was stronger. Not in strength, just as a person. He wanted to make them back off and leave her alone, but he was too shy and scared to intimidate them or even raise his voice. He wanted to help her more than just trying to comfort her and make her stop crying, she deserved better than what he could do. He tried to block those thoughts out of his mind, thinking about her smiling and talking about the show she watched last night, or how just a few weeks of being friends had made her much more outgoing and energetic. He could tell that being her friend was helping her greatly.

But good things aren't meant to last, it seems.

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Over a month after they became friends, Katia walked into class with a huge bruise on her face. Her red eyes made it clear she'd been crying. Whispers echoed throughout the classroom as she took her seat. Prompto immediately got up from his seat and went over to her. "W-What happened? Are you okay?" he asked.

Katia looked up at him with a sniffle. "Those girls shoved me into something," she explained. "I didn't see what it was, but it hurt. They were trying to take my backpack, but I wouldn't let them."

"Why did they want it?"

"I dunno. They wouldn't tell me. It was probably just their usual behavior though."

"But they've never hurt you before, not like this."

"Maybe it was just an accident. They ran off when they saw my face. So I'm pretty sure of it." She tried to smile, hoping it would calm the boy down. But her attempts didn't work.

Prompto couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. It seemed like things had gotten worse with those girls ever since he started hanging out with her. It felt like she was being bullied more frequently, more harshly, and that bruise on her face was the last straw. He knew this was all his fault. Hanging around him had only made Katia a bigger target. That was something he never wanted to think was true, but there was no denying it now. He was hurting her, and he wasn't strong enough to protect her. She didn't deserve this, but there was only one way to stop it.

School had ended for the day, and Katia was waiting at the gate for Prompto so they could go to their usual hang out. But he wasn't coming. Concerned, she went inside and tried to find him, only to return to the classroom and see him sitting there at his desk with his camera. "What're you still doing here? School's over, it's time for us to go." she said.

Prompto tensed up, he didn't want to do this but he had to. It was for her benefit, it was to protect her. He kept telling himself that, but it didn't make things any easier. "Katia, we need to talk." he said, still looking at his camera because he didn't dare want to look at her during all this.

The tone of voice worried her, but this had to be important. She sat down in the desk next to his. "Okay, what's going on?"

Prompto took a deep breath. This was going to hurt them both. "I don't want to be your friend anymore."

If he was looking at her, he'd be able to see the shock in her eyes. "W-What d'you mean?" she asked, trying not to freak out.

"I mean what I said. I don't wanna be your friend."

"But why?"

"You deserve someone better than me as a friend. You're gonna keep getting hurt and I can't help you. You should find a new friend and just forget about me."

Katia was stunned, but she didn't want to falter. "If this is about what happened this morning, you had nothing to do with it!" she said, her voice raising in volume. "Those jerks just hurt me on accident, and you weren't even brought up! So please, don't end our friendship over-"

"Stop it!" Prompto's voice was now raising, frustration pouring out. He knew this wouldn't be easy, but this was just too much. "I've already made up my mind on this! I'm not strong enough to be your friend, so quit bothering me! Just leave me alone and don't talk to me ever again!" He was yelling now, tears threatening to escape his eyes.

Katia was already on the verge of tears. "Prompto, please..." Before she could plead with him, he stood up out of his chair and left the room without a word. Katia was all alone. She couldn't stop herself from crying. She'd finally made a friend only to be abandoned. She thought the two of them would always be friends, always be there for each other. But she was wrong. Now she didn't know if she'd ever have another friend again.

Outside the classroom, Prompto had frozen in place upon hearing her crying. He hated himself. He was a terrible person. Katia never deserved such a terrible friend like him. He looked back down at the camera, looking at a picture of the two of them as tears fell on the screen. With a heavy heart, he walked away. He couldn't stand there and listen to her suffer anymore.

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Years passed, and the two didn't interact with each other. They sometimes passed each other in hallways, but never spoke. Katia continued enduring the bullying, wishing that Prompto was there to make her feel better. It lessened as she got older and went into middle school, but she still remained lonely and friendless. Prompto meanwhile had had a chance encounter that changed his life, and changed his image. He became determined to befriend the prince, and lost weight to do it. His mind still went to Katia often, but he couldn't bring it in himself to go talk to her.

The two finally made it to their first year of high school, and while Katia didn't recognize him, Prompto sure noticed her. He desperately wanted to say something to her, but the cries of the eight year-old still echoed in his mind. There was no way she'd want to talk to him again after all this time. But Katia had been waiting, hoping that one day Prompto would come back.

He decided that he'd be quiet about the past, act like they hadn't met before. It was a burden he'd have to live with, but she didn't know how much he'd changed so surely it would work. The only problem now was finding the right moment to talk to her.

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