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shall we hold hands and head home? — an anthology ft. levi ackerman and eren

mission title: how to have a genius child in less than a week (wc: 4.3k) | masterlist

“Belladonna, congratulations. Your mission is a success. The reward will be deposited in your account in a short while. We, the Wings of Freedom, thank you for your service yet again.”

An explosion erupts behind you as you slam the door of your car.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders and letting out a satisfied hum once some of the joints popped. With all the running around and fighting you did for the day, your entire body is screaming for you to book a hotel and let yourself sink in the plush mattress of one king-sized bed, disguising make-up gone from your face and shoulder free of secret missions. You take off the wig that’s expertly done around your head, alongside the cap hiding your real identity, tossing it on the backseat without a second glance. Your hair tumbles on your shoulders, its familiarity giving you a momentary period of peace, which was broken when the burning warehouse opened to a flurry of flaming, angered suited men. Already anticipating their arrival, you rev the car’s engine, disappearing into the twilight, and leaving behind curses of a devil stopping all corrupt wrongdoings in this territory.

While driving, you push a button on your earpiece. “Belladonna here. There was an attempted pursuit. I’m sorry for not answering right away.”

There’s a crackle in your earpiece. You can faintly hear a “Hange, no!”

You side-eye the device in your earlobe, patiently waiting for those in the Headquarters to finally talk their piece. You blend in with the traffic as you do so.

“Belle!” A loud, exuberant voice greets your hearing.

Already used to it, you only chuckle at the enthusiasm laced in between the syllables of your preferred alias. “Hello, Hange.”

“Heard the mission is a success!” Hange, the head of your organization’s technological department is one vibrant character. Having joined a few months before you, you gradually developed this sense of camaraderie with them first. It has been years since then and never did you two feel any distance wedge in your relationship, not even the literal distance separating you two because of missions that might take months to finish. Having their voice after this excruciating one makes you feel like you can easily breathe now. Your musings are cut off when you hear their next words, “Head to the train station for the next instructions, Belle. This call might be short-lived but know that you can always contact me with the phone I gave you.” They sigh. “Man, Erwin never lets you take a break, huh?”

You snicker, stopping the car at an alleyway entrance. You stretch to the backseat and take out a bag of your necessities. Thank God for the tinted windows because without any delayed second, you take off the disguise you don and hastily put on an ankle-length dress, white-heeled sandals, and a wide-brimmed hat. The car door behind you makes a loud bang, your heels leading you to the train station. You once again place an inconspicuous hand on your ear, your hair perfectly hiding the earpiece from view. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, then. See you in about a few months, Belle!”

You lightly laugh. You wordlessly thank the employee giving you your ticket. “See you when I see you.” Nothing follows. You discreetly take off the earpiece from your right ear and slide it inside one of the pockets of your bag.

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it!”

A teenage boy with light brown hair passes newspapers to a couple of hurrying passengers running after their trains. Even with the mild cursing, the boy continues to give the people folded newspapers without asking for anything in return. You walk towards him and hand him a couple of coins. In a flash, the boy’s eyes light up at the sight of you. He expertly takes one of the newspapers resting idly at the side of the pile and hands it to you. “Thank you for your purchase, miss!” With that, he scurries off and proceeds to market his newspapers to some passengers.

One of the recruits in your organization is a promising spy already. He’s one of the interns running around trying to keep up with Hange’s jittering nature. You keep a smile on your face as you board your train. Despite the heaviness of your job, there are still moments that you wish are longer than necessary. You only want to see Erwin slouching inside his office after losing a bet to one of the veterans, Hange hissing at everyone when they’re being told to take a bath, or Mike spritzing himself with his new perfume by spraying it in the air and walking through the mist. It might be a difficult job being a spy but you can’t deny that it has brought you an immense amount of experience to last a thousand lifetimes.

The downside to everything is your loss of identity.

You’ve long since abandoned your past the moment you were suggested to join the Wings of Freedom by Erwin. It didn’t even matter because you never remembered the family who brought you into the world. All you know are so many faces standing in the position of a mother and father. Which is why you chose the moniker, Belladonna. You don’t want to associate with the many houses that forced you to call them home, even the people who gave you your name. It’s sad because Hange constantly reminds you that your name is beautiful. Too bad it only gives you fever dreams of a woman caressing your head or a man lifting you in the air in glee.

Having enough of the idle musings, you cross your legs and open the newspaper the teenage boy gave you earlier.

“A pleasant day to you, Belladonna. You saved another plot from arising. We can’t afford a coup d’etat happening when we have another looming threat around the horizon. As much as we want you to enjoy a peaceful vacation on a private island, this next threat needs to be taken care of immediately.” You furrow your eyebrows at that. A picture of a long-haired man in the newspaper catches your attention. “Your next target is Willy Tybur, the true ruling force of Marley and the mastermind behind the new era of war between their nation and the entirety of Eldia. It is advised that you shall get close to him and probe into any seditious activities he may commit.” You figure that you might have to seduce another married man into submission and ruin. It’s what you do most of the time, given the fact that you’re a woman with the necessary skills to bring a man down to his knees.

“But to do that, you have to marry someone and have a child.”

You bristle, “What the fuck?!” You cough behind a dainty hand when multiple eyes flicker in your direction. “I’m sorry.” Hardening your internal resolve, you continue reading.

“There have been no reported public appearances surrounding Willy Tybur and his family. However, according to our intel, he has been attending meetings at an elite private academy ever since his first child. These meetings are for the most influential political leaders, nobles, and conglomerate owners from around the continent. Provided with that information, you are again expected to enroll your child in this school. Do keep in mind that it is a prestigious academy for gifted students. I regret to inform you that the deadline for admissions for this academy is next week.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” You can’t help but exclaim. By now, you don’t care if you garner more curious eyes from around the train. You prevent a groan of exasperation from coming out of your mouth. You can seduce married men any day but to find a child in less than a week and be convincing enough to be their mother? You have limits.

“We call this mission operation Walls. This is the key to putting a stop to the century war we have suffered from Marley. Not only do we get peace, but we will also be free from their belittlement. You and your fellow agents have become the pillar of this continent — heroes behind the curtains. You may not receive any medals nor get your name published in any newspaper like the one you’re reading right now, but always remember that every mission that has led to this point is for the betterment and hope of humanity.”

Another role to play that you never know how. The mothers you have in passing weren’t exactly ideal in any sense. You have a feeling that this mission is going to be something challenging, one that will test everything you’ve learned from being a spy.

For the first time in your career, you start thinking if you can do it — break multiple hearts.

The thought of it doesn’t sit right in your stomach and chest.

Cheers from children on the train resonate as the urban view comes in the windows. You follow their bright eyes to the sparkling city of Marley, her towering buildings gleaming against the sight of a brand-new dawn. You don’t share the excitement. Entering this city makes your stomach churn. In just a few minutes, your new mission will start and it may be the best or worst one yet. And you’re not ready for it.

It’s the first time you ever used your birth name for a mission. It’s a suggestion brought up by Erwin. At first, you expressed your distaste but seeing as this is a new world, he lays out the benefits of using your real name, one that you never disclosed even to the foster families taking you in. All they knew was to call you terms of endearment that never reached your heart. Besides, the only people who truly know your identity are the higher-ups in the Wings of Freedom. Nobody would ever expect that the heartless Belladonna has a name like the one given to you. Even Hange told you it doesn’t match you at all.

[Name]. A woman who moved to the city looking for new beginnings. An applicant for the position of librarian in the main center of knowledge known around Marley, possibly even the entire continent. This is your new life now. The mask that you will wear for the next few months. However, this mask requires a false surname. Jaeger. Hunter. Fitting for a person like you.

The apartment that you’re looking for needs to fit a family of three. It is presented in front of you in one complex in the middle of the city. Its windows, covering half of the wall, are overlooking the bustling cityscape of Marley that never rests even as the clock strikes twelve. There are five rooms in total, not including the main bathroom. The living room is spacious and sleek enough for the perfect balance of comfort and aesthetics. There are even potted plants sprinkled here and there for a bit of greenery. It is already furnished, something that you appreciated from the realtor you struck up a conversation with when you first stepped foot inside the city. After all, you paid more than necessary to have this offer.

“Then, you will need to sign here, ma’am,” the realtor touring you politely hands you a clipboard of important documents. You read through them with a quick eye. Deeming it unsuspicious, you sign your name in an elegant scrawl. You exchange smiles with the realtor as a sign of gratitude. He claps in glee, “This is a wonderful start for your family. Do you have a son or daughter, perchance?”

With your eyes crinkling at the corner, you bestow him a smile that renders him gawking. “Yes, actually. I’m picking up my child from a babysitting company around here since I finally have a place to call home now. I’m sure my sweet angel will love it here.”

The realtor beams. “Glad to be doing business with you, ma’am! May you and your family enjoy your new beginnings here in Marley!”

“Thank you for the warm welcome,” you reply with a hand over your heart.

The first item in the agenda, check.

The next one will be picking a child to foster from an orphanage.

The one Hange suggested to you over the phone is a dilapidated, poor excuse of an orphanage. One of the gates is hanging by its hinges while you enter the premises. Not a single patch of grass is seen around the building. The location is hidden from the main square of the city, which roughly took you nearly an hour to reach via a taxi. It explains why the orphanage looks like it’s begging to be shut down by the authorities.

You ring the doorbell, the shrill sound making you cringe. The door opens to an angry-looking old woman hunching over with her cane as her support. You try smiling to alleviate the tense atmosphere but it only makes the old woman even angrier if that's possible. “Good morning, I’d like to adopt a child from here.” Your face gains a sheen of sympathy. “I read somewhere that this specific orphanage is low on making adoptions. It pains me to think that the children here don't have a home for so long. You see, my husband and I have been trying and—”

“Blah, blah, blah,” the old woman spits.

“Pardon?”

She sneers at you, “Enough with that talk. You wanna adopt here? Just take whichever brat you can find and take them away, for all I care.”

You blink, “What?”

Before you can even add to it, the old woman turns around and hobbles into the main hallway, never bothering to check if you’re following her. You narrow your eyes and let yourself in the orphanage, brimmed hat now tucked in your arm.

The sight of the interior pinches your heart in the slightest way possible. You remind yourself that this is a mission but you can’t help but take pity on the children still sitting here and waiting to get adopted. They’re asking their friends who you are, pointing at your dress and heels like they’re a relic from a near-distant future.

But despite the unkempt situation, this is the perfect opportunity for you to start a faux family from scratch. This orphanage is one of those in the city that’s neglected by the public. Adopting a child without much background is the only way to go if you want to fully pass the image of a mother. Not even the best spies in the Wings of Freedom can impersonate such a role. The Wings of Freedom doesn’t accept recruits below the age of fifteen after all. It’s one of the feats of your organization that you deeply respect. Children need all the imagination and wonder they need before going into the real world. If they grow up too fast, it will ruin them in the long run. You, yourself, are a witness to it by looking in every piece of looking glass.

You perk up to get the old woman’s attention, “Excuse me. I’d like to have a child that’s adept in reading and writing.”

The old woman indignantly scoffs. “If that’s the case, I know the perfect brat for you.” She pounds her cane on the hardwood floor. “Eren, get over here!”

A boy with puffy cheeks and vibrant viridian eyes looked up from building a skyscraper with the building blocks surrounding him. You raise your eyebrows at the number of bandages plastered on his body. They’re everywhere on his knees and hands and some on his face. He’s dressed in an ensemble of a gray loose shirt messily tucked in a pair of dark brown shorts. His hair flops over his forehead, moving even when he tilts his head to stare at you and making him look—

Adorable, you think unconsciously.

Eren’s little shoulders jump, his ears and cheeks blooming with a shade of vermillion. You bite your lip to prevent a chuckle from coming out. His wide eyes become half-lidded and his bottom lip juts out in a pout at the sight of you hiding your smile with your hand. Then, the little boy’s eyes flicker to the old lady and his almost shy demeanor morphs into something angry. You choose to keep that observation to yourself for now. Once this boy is within the comforts of your new apartment will you slowly coax him to open up. At such a young age, he looks like he hates the world right now.

“Greet the woman, Eren!” The old woman snaps.

Eren looks to the side, the pout still present on his lips. “Hello.” His voice is so tiny that you have to slightly lean forward to hear it.

You smile at him. “How old are you, Eren?” You have to ask him. He looks like he’s younger than the cut-off age of the private academy you need to infiltrate. If he’s younger, then you have to find another child—

“Six!”

You blink. “Yes?”

“I’m six years old!” Eren shouts with bright eyes staring intently at you.

“You’re six?” The old woman voices out. “Since when?”

But he’s shorter than the others here, you muse in your head.

Eren’s fluffy face scrunches in determination, standing on his tip-toes.

You breathe out a light laugh. You lose the smile and glance at the old caretaker. “Can he read and write?”

Hearing your question, Eren runs back to where he’s playing with his building blocks and takes out a folded newspaper from a random table. To get it, he jumps; a sight that proves to be amusing to you. Still holding that fiery expression on his face, he runs back to you and points at the crossword puzzle at the back. You raise your eyebrows. This kid really does pull all the surprises for today. He beckons you to follow him with a small yet firm hand around yours.

For a moment, he stiffens, his eyes becoming wider as he stares at you. If possible, his eyes glow a brighter shade of green. His face holds a mixture of awe, admiration, bewilderment, and gratitude. It confuses you. Tears start brimming his bottom eyelids the more seconds tick down the hourglass. It’s almost like he’s seeing you in a completely different light from when he first saw you earlier.

“Hey, little one, are you alright?” you ask him.

Eren vehemently shakes his head. He lowers his face, his hair hiding his eyes.

Without answering your question, he pulls you to the table. He plops on one of the chairs before gesturing to you and the chair beside him. He’s telling you to sit by him and watch what he’s capable of doing. The pencil in his grip stays stationary, his head facing the paper. You can tell he’s waiting for you to plant your bottom on the chair. The moment you do so, he slightly flinches. This kid is jumpy, you surmise. Whatever is happening inside the orphanage must have made him scared at every little sound. You lean over the newspaper in front of you two.

It’s a simple crossword puzzle. You list down the answers in your head, courtesy of being homeschooled in one of your foster homes back in the day and the intense education you had to endure in the Wings of Freedom in place of a regular high school and university. As you mentally answer, you notice that Eren got everything correct, almost like he’s following what you’re thinking.

You hit the million-dollar prize.

Eren is a genius.

You turn to the caretaker after he finishes the crossword puzzle with the word onomatopoeia. “Is there any paperwork I have to sign—”

“You can take the brat.”

What an unpleasant treatment. It doesn’t faze you that Eren perks up at the words. It seems like he’s waiting his entire life to get out of this desolate place. You can’t guarantee a life of rainbows and sunshine for this little kid but at least he can get a taste of the outside world after being cooped up in here. With the way his eyes light up at the prospect of being adopted, he’s almost like a songbird in a cage. Then again, he’s only a part of your mission. With his help, humanity can prosper without discrimination, injustice, and prejudice.

You can even call him Humanity’s Hope.

You place a gentle hand on his shaggy hair. “Is this okay with you?”

Eren peeks from the tips of his hair and grins. “Yeah!”

Humanity’s Hope.

Eren can’t believe what he heard from the pretty woman’s mind. He’s Humanity’s Hope? It’s enough to make him jump for joy. This is exactly what he read in the storybooks lying around the orphanage, ones that depict heroes of great gallantry and chivalry that not even the mightiest of beasts can defeat. He wants to be strong like them, to break free from the chains wrapping around his neck from all the years of being an experiment and being a wandering soul jumping from family to family.

At the age of four, he managed to escape the clutches of an organization experimenting on children for an ultimate weapon to be used against a nation of great threat. These children would then be disguised as their age and infiltrate the nation. Children were never that dangerous after all. Eren was one of the best experiments there was in that organization. A boy was born within the facility; his birth became the opportunity the scientists wanted. He was a product of a night of debauchery between a scientist and a staff member — a mistake to anyone inside the organization. As punishment to the woman who was responsible for his birth, he was taken from her and given doses of drugs in a span of two years until he could read minds and see the future of only Eldian people. He was going to be the one to bring down Marley to her knees. Until he escaped.

Even to this day, he has dreams of a bespectacled man holding a large syringe over his veins while he struggles against the binds around his limbs. These nightmares were the reasons for the lashes on his back, with the caretaker telling him to stop disrupting the peace around the orphanage.

Now, his freedom comes within this pretty woman beckoning him to walk beside her with an outstretched hand.

“Okay, little one.”

“Eren,” he supplies, still looking up at the pretty woman.

“Okay, Eren.”

Eren puffs his little chest in pride.

“You’ll be my child from now on, alright?” You, the pretty woman, tell him, looking him straight in the eye. “As far as anyone else is concerned, you have always been my son. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” the little boy nods.

You smile at him, a genuine display of expression on your face. You inch his chubby cheek. “You are going to address me as your mother. Is that alright with you?”

Eren never had a mother. Or he doesn’t remember one, that is. There’s a blurry image of a brown-haired woman in his head whenever that word is thrown here and there but other than that, he’s always alone. This can be his chance at having one. He takes a step forward and reaches his hand to cling onto your little finger. He tilts his head, saying, “Mama.”

You chuckle. “I guess Mama’s fine. From now on, you’re going to be Eren Jaeger.”

“Jaeger,” Eren mumbles. He doesn’t have a last name either.

“Do you like it? That’s my surname, you see.”

It takes him a couple of seconds to answer, his face glowing with happiness. “Yeah, I like it!”

“That’s great!” You hold his hand properly this time. “Are you ready to see your new home, Eren?”

“Home?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The word is foreign. The entire journey back to your apartment complex, Eren keeps on mulling over the term. Home. The orphanage isn’t one, that he’s sure of. It’s filled with nasty old women and boisterous kids around his age. It’s not filled with the urge to smile the moment one wakes up because breakfast is wafting from the kitchen nor is it filled with the need to tell someone what went on in one’s day. The houses he’s adopted into were never homes as well. They’re only a reminder that Eren isn’t needed even though he was picked to stand the role of a son. Because ever since he was born, he was branded an outsider, an anomaly in the eyes of many. Sometimes, he was told that he was too intense when playing or too angry with the adults who acted as if they cared for him.

The stairs that lead to your apartment feel like a second to little Eren. Once you open the door to your flat, Eren swears he sees a glimpse of heaven.

“Welcome home, Eren,” you cheer.

Gawking with wide eyes and an open mouth, Eren slowly trails inside the apartment on his little feet. It’s not even that warm but it is marvelous in his eyes. He turns around to face you.

“I’m home, Mama!”

I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?

Eren stops short at the thought coming from your mind. You’re going to regret adopting him? But you’re smiling at him right now. That’s it! Eren makes a determined face. He’s going to make you not regret adopting him. He’s going to be a good boy and make you happy because you’re his mother now. Eren runs towards you, who are still standing by the doorway. You look at him in surprise but you let yourself be pulled by him.

Once you’re inside the apartment as well, Eren beams, “You’re home now, too, Mama!”

It's going to be a comedy from here on out.

#rory's passages 🌼#spy x family au 🏡#aot x reader #aot imagines #attack on titan x reader #aot x female reader #snk x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #eren aot #eren yeager #eren attack on titan #levi x y/n #levi x you

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lucas-koh · 5 months

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2023 Fic Year In Review

Thank you for the tag @longbobmckenzie and @justtuesdays 💞

2023 was my fourth year posting litg fanfiction, and marks roughly eleven years since I started posting fanfiction in general!

In 2023, I…

Started/worked on the following chaptered WIPs:

The Kissing Handbook (Hamish/MC, The Kiss Quotient inspired AU)

Where The Tulips Bloom (Lucas/MC, childhood best friends to lovers. Didn’t post any of it but I’ve made significant progress and hoping to finish and resume posting in 2024)

Wrote/completed the following one shots:

Old Lovers in Laundry Rooms (Shannon/MC)

See You Soon (Roberto/MC)

Belladonna & Salt (Jake/MC)

Apple of Discord (Astaroth/MC)

Every Single Cut (Lucifer/MC)

Gold, (Lewie/MC)

Frankincense, (Bobby/MC)

and Myrrh (Hamish/MC) as the Three Wise Men series

Airplane Mode (Roberto/MC)

Letters to the North Polo (Levi/MC)

Wrote/completed the following chaptered fics:

Devil in Her Dreams (Lucas/MC)

Lavender Haze (Henrik/MC)

Reached the following milestones:

Over 1,000 total kudos

Over 400,000 total published words

Over 20,000 total hits

Whiskey on Your Lips reached 11,000 hits

Wrote ~190,000 words in 2023, published 118,046 words

I also:

Wrote for 9 different LITG LIs, and started publishing Heaven’s Secret fic where I wrote for 2 LIs

Posted two older tumblr exchange fics to Ao3

Read 35 new fics

Made a bunch of new fandom friends

I’m tagging @sparxaf @chroniccomicobsession @ellegreenwxy @logan-writes sorry if you’ve already been tagged!

#litg #love island the game #litg fic rec #litg fanfic #tag game

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the-institute-rpg · 9 months

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EVENT : emergency lockdown

With the island still under attack, all civilians (students, faculty, and island residents) have been assigned a location on the island to shelter in. Location assignments have been sent to each phone. Characters receive only their own assignments, not the entire list.

Most guards have been summoned to fight the attackers; a handful of NPC guards have been assigned to find and deliver lost civilians to their assigned shelters; all player character guards have received orders to collect supplies from designated emergency locations and proceed to an assigned shelter to protect civilians. Guards assigned to the shelters have a list of all civilians assigned to their shelter and are expected to check each of them off on arrival.

Another explosion has left half of the dormitory building collapsed, and the other half quickly following. Characters may have been in the building when it collapsed, and escape plots/injury plots are allowed!

The island is under attack by Delphine Delecaille. While the protections were down, Delphine and many of her people made it onto the island. Among the attackers is a massive purple dragon--characters may witness the dragon flying over the island, breathing fire, but should not come up against it. They may, however, encounter as many NPC attackers of various species as you please on their way to their shelter. Characters can fight and kill NPC attackers without consulting the main and without fear of consequences!

Speaking of journeys to their shelters, your character may take any roundabout journey you like to arrive there, so long as they do, eventually, arrive there. Late arrivals are allowed. Characters may spend up to two (2) days outside of the shelter. After they arrive at the shelter, they will not be allowed out, though characters with teleportation will not be bound.

Characters will not be allowed into shelters they are not assigned to, even in the name of staying with their loved ones assigned there.

While the island is under attack, cell phones on the island are misbehaving. Texts and calls are failing 9 out of 10 times.

The protective spells have been restored, but the binding spell in particular is acting up. Bound slaves may find they have access to their powers in short spurts of up to ten or fifteen minutes at a time.

Keep your eyes peeled for plot drops throughout the event!

Lockdown locations & assignments are under the cut.

LOCKDOWN LOCATIONS

01. THE CAMPUS THEATER

ASSIGNED GUARDS: Ale Bolivar Vicente Sanchez & Liam Connolly

ASSIGNED CIVILIANS:

Alexander Black

Angelina Andrews

Belladonna Ivy

Clementine Astoria

Dakota Winters

Dominik Ruthingham

Donnie Miller

Dylan Altomare

Emmanuel Reyes

Evander Kasyade

Evelyn Stratford

Fayeth Araven

Finn Carlyle

Isabel Hai Phan

Jason Shaw

Jody Linnel

Jude Rigby

Judith Gilmore-Green

Layla DuBois

Leo Weatherington

Levi Matthews

Lucas Drake

Magnus Kusihamar

Malakai Nolan

Malon Savaris

Matthew Clarke

Nova Walker

Quinten Sawyer

Rowan Aubri

Sabrina Christiansen

Tessa Fuchs

02. THE CLINIC

ASSIGNED GUARDS: Uriel Zeriah & Milo Cole

ASSIGNED CIVILIANS:

Aiden Wentworth

Ava Montgomery

Chase Walker

Damien Black

Edmund Elofsen

Elijah Scott

Gabriel Mauchavant

Grace Carleton

Gulana Alim

Hunter Morrigan

James Donovan

Katell Brightwood

Keith Crane

Kylie Danvers

Lyssa Hudson

Margeaux Adkins

Orion Campbell

Qhuinn Fontenot

Sasha Bell

Sawyer Chambers

Scarlett McKnight

Stephen White

Sunshine Bunny

Tamara Von Uplnek

Tilly Beaumont

Tommy Heavyshield

Victor Hunt

Wat Fletcher

Theodora Wilson

Veritty Cailloux

Xavier Lennon

03. THE LIBRARY

ASSIGNED GUARDS: Kane Whelan & Raven Powers

ASSIGNED CIVILIANS:

Ace Kiran

Arthur Augustus

Atticus Carmine

Avery Fellhaven

Byron Christiansen

Charlotte Taylor

Ciaran O'Bryan

Clara Woodhouse

Daisy Lynch

Dhani Lyman

Dominick Winterford

Dougal McLeod

Elise Nyland

Elizabeth Garcia

Elliot Raws

Ethan Valdez

Everlasting

Felix Martin

Francesca Vanderbilt

Genevieve Wranmyer

James Storm

Kailor Grey

Leslie Stedeman

Lilim Morrigan

Noah Wright

Owen Jackson

Scott Landenberg

Skyler Campbell

Thalia Moore

Wade Jensen

Winter DuBois

#theinstituteevent #event #emergency lockdown

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kaedeships · 7 months

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

ANTI'S DO NOT INTERACT

(this is your only warning)

fiction is separate from reality, if you do not like my ships, leave me alone. i am a pro-shipper and anti-harassment. i believe in letting people engage in safe coping mechanisms.

let me introduce my f/o's, some i've had since elementary/middle school, and others are more recent ! sharing is fine. i'd love to hear about other's s/i's and interactions with my f/o's. also, some of these characters are aged-up to be my age or a little older (if they are underage in canon).

also i have a /p or /d (dislike) relationship with most of the characters my f/o's are connected to.

• ootori kyouya (ohshc)

• hei (darker than black)

• train heartnet (black cat)

• sam winchester (spn)

• jasper whitlock (twilight)

• viktor (arcane)

• caitlyn (arcane)

• loki laufeyson (mcu)

• alhaitham (genshin impact)

• baizhu (genshin impact)

• kaedehara kazuha (genshin impact)

• zhongli (genshin impact)

• neuvillette (genshin impact)

• dehya (genshin impact)

• astarion (baldur's gate 3)

• halsin (baldur's gate 3)

• shadowheart (baldur's gate 3)

• tsukishima kei (haikyuu)

• oikawa tooru (haikyuu)

• arthur curry (dc)

• sir thomas sharpe (crimson peak)

• fushiguro megumi (jjk)

• kamo noritoshi (jjk)

• miguel o'hara (atsv)

• kylo ren/ben solo (star wars)

• marc spector/jake lockley/steven grant (moon knight)

• sebastian michaelis (black butler)

• todoroki shouto (bnha)

• midoriya izuku (bnha)

• shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

• tomioka giyuu (demon slayer)

• l lawliet (death note)

• death the kid (soul eater)

• franken stein (soul eater)

• yamazaki sousuke (free!)

• tachibana makoto (free!)

• shibuya kazuya (ghost hunt)

• gray fullbuster (fairy tail)

• casshern (casshern sins)

• aonuma shun (shinsekai yori)

• asahina satoru (shinsekai yori)

• lie ren (rwby)

• blake belladonna (rwby)

• professor ozpin (rwby)

• levi ackermann (snk)

• junpei yoshino (jjk)

• hisirdoux casperan (tales of arcadia)

• keith kogane (voltron)

• könig (modern warfare)

• helia (the winx club)

• fred-104 (halo saga)

this list will be updated as i find new f/o's or remember old ones !

#fictional other community #oc x canon #self insert #self ship #f/o #f/o community #self-ship community #f/o x s/i #s/i x canon #s/i community #s/i #self ship positivity #self ship community #self shipper #self shipping #selfship community #fictional other #f/o content

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anon-karasu · 1 year

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Short-Sighted

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Summary: When Lucifer forgets his glasses, Mammon helps him out in a moment of need.

Category: Gen

Rating: General Audiences

Language: English

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Relationships: Lucifer & Mammon

Additional Tags: Helpful Mammon, short sightedness, I just wanted to write something cute, Lucifer needs glasses, no beta, Akudonald’s, demon brothers, Forgotten glasses

Short-Sighted

Lucifer adjusted his grip on the carrier bag in his hands as he finished checking the contents inside before he glanced back at the six demons, who were following him down the cobbled Devildom street, and heaved a weary sigh.

“I think that’s everything in terms of grocery shopping,” Lucifer announced, “so unless there’s anywhere else that anyone—?”

“Lucifer, we’ve been out for hours,” Levi groaned loudly as he dragged his feet behind the rest of his brothers, “can we go home now? Before Mammon and Asmo make us go back to Majolish again or to some other normie place.”

“No one said that ya had to come along too,” Mammon pointed out.

“Besides, Satan made us go to the library so it’s only fair,” Asmo chimed in.

“Don’t drag me into your argument,” Satan muttered irritably from behind a book as he walked.

“Will you put that away, you’re going to trip over if you don’t look at where you’re going.” Lucifer shot at Satan in a reproachful tone.

“Tch.” Satan tutted before he muttered something under his breath as he closed the book and glared back at Lucifer. “Happy now?” He asked, sarcastically rolling his eyes.

“Hey, we should stop for a bite to eat.” Belphie piped up, slowing his pace and eyeing an Akudonald’s as they passed by, but quickly rejoining his brothers after.

“I’m cooking dinner when we get home,” Lucifer said, “you can wait until then.”

“I don’t think Beel’s gonna last that long,” Belphie frowned as he stopped to point towards his twin who was visibly torn between keeping up with his brothers and retracing his steps back to Akudonald’s, “I could use a break myself,” Belphie added as he tried to stifle a yawn.

“We’re a fair way from home anyway, so it won’t hurt to get something to eat now,” Mammon shrugged.

“And this is Beel we’re talking about, I don’t know about you guys but I’d rather avoid one of his hungry rampages,” Levi pointed out.

“Very well,” Lucifer relented with another sigh.

Lucifer followed behind his brothers as they filed into the Akudonald’s and quickly separated off into pairs to choose from the menus displayed on the screens above the counters.

“I think I’ll get three gigadeath burgers, a devil zebra steak stack, five sides of deep fried scorpions, and two double poison cheeseburgers,” Beel murmured more to himself as his eyes quickly scanned over the menus.

“That sounds great, Beel.” Belphie yawned. “Hey, can you just grab some devil nuggets for me? I’m just going to rest my eyes a little in that booth over there by the window, okay?” Belphie pointed vaguely before he shuffled away to find a seat while rubbing tiredly at his eyes.

Lucifer frowned as his eyes slowly trailed over the bright menu screens.

“I’m having the flame grilled barbeque black tapir wrap,” Mammon said.

“Then I’ll have the belladonna and hemlock salad,” Asmo said with a thoughtful hum.

“A salad?” Levi gave a snort of laughter and shook his head. “Really, Asmo?”

“Hm? What’s wrong with that?”

“Who goes to a fast food restaurant like AkuDonald’s and orders a salad?”

“But everything else on the menu is so heavy,” Asmo groaned as he turned to the menus once more, “maybe I’ll just get a bloodberry muffin instead?”

“What about you, Satan?” Levi turned to the fourth-born instead.

“Shadow goose burger with fries and a hell soda,” Satan decided with a curt nod.

“Woah, he chose something so fast.”

“That’s what he always orders,” Asmo rolled his eyes.

Lucifer watched as Levi, Satan and Asmo moved to the counter to place their orders before he tried once again to read the menus.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes to squint in hopes that in doing so the words might become clear enough for him to decipher,when he was finally left with no other choice Lucifer reached into his jacket pocket.

Ah.

He tapped over his other pockets as realisation dawned upon him.

I must’ve left my glasses at the House of Lamentation.

He saw something move out of the corner of his eye that pulled him out of his own musings only to find that Mammon had moved closer to his side to read the menus again.

Mammon let out a low, indecisive hum.

“Man, there’s so much to choose from…” Mammon said loudly, “... I have no idea what I fancy.”

“Hm?” Lucifer gave Mammon a perplexed stare. “I thought that you had already picked the flame grilled—”

“I dunno, I’m kinda feeling the spicy devil chicken burger now… or maybe… the spicy poison newt belly wrap?” Mammon mused aloud again before he turned his gaze from the menus towards Lucifer instead. “Hey, Lucifer, you like spicy food right?”

Lucifer stared at Mammon in confusion for a moment or two before he caught a knowing look in the avatar of greed’s eyes.

“That’s true,” Lucifer felt a small smile tug at his lips as he played along, “but I was thinking of getting something a little simpler today.”

“I get what ya mean,” Mammon nodded as he moved away from the spicy food menu to read from another screen, “spicy food can lead to heartburn, so do you think I should go for a wrap or a burger?”

“Definitely a burger,” Lucifer replied with a chuckle as he followed Mammon’s lead, “oh and Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“I feel like treating you, so I’ll be paying today.”

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Mammon placed the food ladened tray down on the table before he and Lucifer slid into the booth opposite Satan and Asmo.

“What took you both so long?” Satan asked, peering over the top of his book curiously as he watched Mammon divide the food on the tray between himself and Lucifer.

“I couldn’t decide what to get,” Mammon said with a small shrug.

“But isn’t that the flame grilled barbeque black tapir wrap?” Satan frowned as he nodded towards Mammon’s meal.

“Honestly,” Asmo shook his head at Mammon, “you spent that long deciding on what to order and ended up picking your first choice anyway?”

“Heh, I guess, I did.” Mammon chuckled to himself.

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! fanfic #obey me! ao3 #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #omswd #omswd fanfic #obey me belphie #obey me asmo

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leviiackrman · 2 years

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1, 2, 10, 11 + margot from the thematic oc questions xx

1. What is the main colour associated with them? What connections with that colour do they share?

Margot’s colour is a deep forest green! It’s the same shade as the scout uniform capes (ie iconic) which was the main reasoning behind choosing it, but it also has connotations to her love for nature and how she grew up in it!

2. Drawing from the language of flowers, what flower would symbolise them?

Margots fave flowers are peonies, but from the brief bit of research I’ve done these flowers relate to her too: Aloe - affection and grief, Belladonna - silence, Chamomile - patience in adversity, Coreopsis - always cheerful & Magnolia - nobility and love of nature

10. Are they closer to life or death?

Now this one I’m unsure of. Margot lives life pretty full for someone who longs for death, but in terms of being close to dying I’d say she’s quite far off

I don’t intend on her dying at the end of the AoT narrative and I’d love for her to live happily with Levi for a LONG time after so realistically, she’s still kicking haha! BUT, her career brings her to deaths door almost daily (kinda a preference for her lmao) so she’s close to death regularly, but isn’t actually gonna die any time soon

11. Land, sea or sky? If the realms of the world, which one does the character belong to?

Deffo land! She’s a forest gal and grew up in hills and valleys, but has a love for the skys and flying too! She’s always loved birds and her job has her zipping around in the air too so I’d say she’s a mix of both! She’s only recently been introduced to the ocean and only interacted with water at rivers and ponds so it’s not really her thing aha

Thematic OC Asks

#misc: asks #florbelles #oc: margot durand #thank you my lovely!!#love developing my baby more🤍

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madnessroleplay · 2 years

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Rules and Muses

Hello, I’m 28+ years old, and this is my multimuse Roleplay blog! Simply put, just be polite and kind, and chances are we’ll get along!

1. Please reply as with some substance. While I know that we can’t all make several paragraphs worth of dialogue, it shouldn’t be hard to come up with more than. “She followed along” or “Hey there”.

2. If you want to do NSFW stuff, you have to be 18 or older. This is not a suggestion.

3. No racism or discrimination of any kind. Any hating will be blocked...

4. Have fun, roleplaying is a hobby, not a commitment!

MUSES

Fairy Tail

Lucy Heartfilia

Natsu Dragneel

Yukino Aguria

Levy McGarden

Gray Fullbuster

Persona

Ann Takamaki

Joker

Makoto Niijima

Morgana

Yu Narukami

Yosuke Honomura

Naoto Shirogane

Rise Kujikawa

Yukiko Amagi

Chie Satonaka

Makoto Yuki

Yukari Takeba

Akihiko Sanada

RWBY

Weiss Schnee

Ruby Rose

Yang Xiao Long

Blake Belladonna

Velvet Scarletina

Naruto

Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Hinata Hyuga

Naruto Uzumaki

Fire Emblem 3 Houses

Byleth

Edelgard Von Hresvelg

Petra Macneary

Ashe Ubert

Hapi

Ferdinand Von Aiger

Claude Von Regan

Xenoblade Chronicles

Shulk

Rex

Pyra, Mythra, and Pneuma

Melia

Fiora

Mio

Noah

Taion

Eunie

Senna

Lanz

Edens Zero

Homura Kogetsu

Weisz Steiner

Rave Master

Haru Glory

Elie

Musica

Let

Julia

Belnika

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razorblade180 · 1 year

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OC Test: Pokémon final

Part 2 <-

Carmine:Alright, are you done shaking before Pokémon god?

The group: Yeah….

Carmine:Cool. Yujin, choose your Pokémon.

Yujin:You want me to go next?

Carmine:For better or for worse I’m curious. Let it rip!

Yujin:Wrong franchise but I like your attitude!

Yujin runs towards the dwindling pile and picks up a Pokéball, throwing it like curveball that opens up to reveal Combusken! The rowdy little fella runs to her to give an enthusiastic high-five.

Yujin:Hell yeah! We’re gonna be best friends!

Tenzen:Fitting you’d get something in the middle of evolution line. Much like you, it will grow up to be a beast.

Yujin:I know that’s a compliment but maybe let’s not call me a beast? Just call me badass or awesome! Like my new buddy!

Combusken:*puffs chest out*

Tenzen:Alright, time to get me a Medicham.

Lucas:You seem confident.

Tenzen:*grabs pokéball* Just manifesting. I could also see Greninja or Mienfoo.

Yujin:I don’t know, I think you’re selling yourself short.

Tenzen:What are you talking about? Those Pokémon are awesome!

He throws the ball up high and watches the light arc downward by his feet to reveal a kneeling Lucario.

Tenzen:….

Yujin:See? The world agrees with me.

Tenzen:I’m not even mad. Just shocked.

Peach:My turn! *holding pokéball*

Levi:When did you-

Peach:Noivern, I choose you!

The upbeat girl turns her cap backwards and throws the pokéball just like she’s seen on tv. Out from the ball and soaring into the air, a Noivern appears. As it lands, Peach puts her hands on her hips and smiles smugly.

Peach:Ha!

Everyone:HOW!?

Peach:Ha! Guess I know myself all too well. *nods proudly*

Carmine:Can you do that?

Levi:Pfft, of course.

Carmine:Then call it right now; what’s your Pokémon?

Levi:….Fine, I don’t know. It would be weird if it wasn’t Greninja or ar martial arts Pokémon. Then again, half my family is unpredictable.

He grabs the shadow of a pokéball which pulls the real deal closer to him before chucking it. Much like Tenzen, the beam of light shoots back in his direction and by his feet appears a shiny Litwick.

Levi:Huh…honestly…*picks her up* This is great. I can always need a little light. You’re also pretty adorable.

Tenzen:I think that Pokémon can drain life force.

Levi:Why am I not surprised?

Lucas:Serenity, do you wanna go next, or I?

Serenity:You go ahead. I have no problem being last. It’s actually a little exciting!

Lucas:Suit yourself. Guess I’m going.

Kovu:You haven’t used your semblance to see what it is?

Lucas:Where’s the fun in that? *grabs pokéball*

With nothing to lose, Lucas tossed his pokéball out in front of him. He quickly learned he should’ve given it a bit more force as the light went towards a pond. He quickly ran over then backed up as a huge Melotic appeared. It knelt down and greeted him with a wonderful smile he couldn’t help but love.

Lucas:We’ll aren’t you a beauty? *pats head* Hello there.

Serenity:Look at you, always a heartthrob. Gotta learn to control that.

Peach:She’s right ya know.

Lucas:I’m literally just here.

Serenity:Whatever you say casanova. Welp, guess it’s my turn.

Lucas:What will win out? Your sunny disposition, or your rotten luck?

Serenity:Luck has nothing to do with it.

She gives every a huge smile and a wink before tapping the top of the pokéball for it open. The light doesn’t go far and fades rather fast as the clouds partly block the sun. While everyone quickly became silent, Serenity chuckled quietly; things went about how she expected. The sunny girl extended her hand and rubbed the cheek of Giratina.

Serenity:So scary yet so many vulnerabilities. Yep, sounds about right. *hugs it*

Everyone: (What the hell…)

xxxxx

Later on, after everyone cleared out and night fell, Dustin came skulking by. The young man grabbed a pokéball that was far removed from where the others had been and tossed it towards the moon. Out of it came a Darkrai. The two them looked at one another then proceeded to walk away together in comfortable silence.

#rwby #rwbabies #my ocs #the void #yujin xiao long #carmine arc rose #lie tenzen #lucas belladonna #serendipity karuma #peach rose #levi rose #dustin arc rose

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liviavanrouge · 2 years

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Eren: *Stares at Bella and Dennis stunned* You're Captain Levi's kids?!

Armin: They look scary...

Levi: Hey Brats! Come on!

Belladonna: Oh screw you old man!

Levi: BELLAAAAA!

Bella: DADDYYYY!

Dennis: *Sighs, shaking his head* Sorry about them, I'm Dennis the one sparring with my dad is my twin sister, I'm the calm one she's the irrational one..

???: BELLADONNA AND LEVI ACKERMAN!

Levi and Bella: *Freezes, looks of pure terror on their faces*

Layla: WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?

Eren: I'm guessing that's your Mom right?

Armin: She looks terrifying!

Layla: WE HAVE GUESTS, AND YOU TWO ARE OUT HERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER! BELLA I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THAT AND LEVI YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT! YOU'RE GONNA HURT EACH OTHER IF YOU FIGHT LIKE THAT TRAINING OR NOT! DINNER LIKE THIS IS A TIME FOR US TO GET ALONG!

Levi: *Trembling, covering his head, his back facing her as she scolded him*

Bella: *Grumbles, trembling in fear*

Dennis: This will take a while, come inside, dinners ready...

Eren: *Follows Dennis with the others, Layla continuing to scold her husband and daughter* Wow, she really has the captain shaking...

#attack on titan #captain levi #aot levi #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #eren jeagar #armin aot #armin attack on titan

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 1 year

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Who are your OCs?

Team KRML Of Haven Academy

Leader's Name: Meliny Kopper

Species: Snake Faunus - Heat Pits Trait. Blends in with Freckles

Skin Tone: Dark Brown

Body Type: almost Ballerina-esque, very thin and smooth. Yellow-Orange eyes. 5'7"

Hair: Black-Brown, Yellow highlights. Braided.

Clothing: (Vol 1) A knee length Yellow skirt, leggings, a basic pair of Sneakers, and a short sleeved white shirt.

Weapons: A large amount of Throwing Knives (Fangs) that link into a whip (Viper), and a Bat that open and unfolds to reveal a 3 barreled 4-Gauge Shotgun (Slugger). Meliny can decide on whether all three barrels fire at once or not.

Personality: Quiet, but friendly and helpful. Very perceptive and prefers to face problems indirectly, and focuses on smaller targets before bringing down the big guys.

Semblance: N/A

Home Kingdom: Menagerie

Family: A Mom, Two Dads, and a younger sibling on the way. Personally knows the Belladonna Family.

Status: Average Citizen/No major Connections (that are Known)

Emblem: A Snake eating it's own tail, it's head is Copper colored, while it's tail a blue-green. It surrounds a Fruit Tree.

Inspiration: The Name Meliny is Derived from Melinoe, a Greek Nymph, the daughter of Persephone and Zeus, and Melinoe is likely derived from Greek for Yellow, which is connected to a mildly toxic Yellow fruit from Greece. Kopper comes from CopperHead Snakes, commonly found in eastern North America.

(Meliny is the Least Polished of the OC's. Still kinda figuring her out.)

~~~~~ Name: Remington "Remi" Umber

Species: Human

Skin: White. Not pale, just. White. He gets more tan as time progresses.

Body type: If he were and Animal, He'd be a Least Weasel. Scrawny, and thin, but like. No fat, all meat. stronger than he looks. Brown Eyes. 5'1"

Hair: Short and Brown. Gets messy over the course of the series.

Clothing: A white/Gray pinstriped long sleeve shirt, with somewhat poofy sleeves (Imagine a Wild-West Barber or Store Clerk), a pair of dark Khaki pants, and a set of clean work boots.

Weapons: A set of Hatchet-Big Frame Revolvers, one is Levy, the other is Dividend. Dividend gets replaced by a Threaded Cane after the Fall of Beacon, named Bounty.

Personality: Angry. In the beginning he refuses to process his emotions and chooses to get angry over everything. Once he starts getting healthier, and his true colors shine, He's still very loud, and a little abrasive, but willing to laugh and smile. But no Matter what, he always, Always makes sure people know they aren't alone, and never, Ever gives sarcastic compliments.

Semblance: Marked, where he attaches a bit of his soul to a target and is able to track them until the target's aura breaks or the target dies (If Attached to a Grimm)

Home Kingdom: Technically Mistral, spent most of his life in Atlas.

Family: Mother (Deceased) and his Father.

Status: Heir to the Amber-Oak Weapons and Parts Manufactory, the number-One Producer of weaponry and Specialized Parts. Favored among Huntsman and the Atlas military

Emblem: a generic Rifle Round, set in front of a Revolver's Cylinder.

Inspiration: Remington, a Firearms and Muntions company, and Umber from Brown, for the Browning Arms Company. While it becomes more evident as time goes on, he is based off of the Wild West as well.

(He is the most fleshed out of the Team.)

~~~~~

Name: Marigold "Mari" Féasóg

Species: Human

Skin: White. A little pasty, TBH.

Body Type: Built like a truck. Very Rectangular build, and the Second Strongest of her Team. She has a fair amount of fat on her gut, but her arm and Back Muscles are not obscured by that. Chunky. She wears brown contacts, but her natural Eye Color is Silver. 5'5"

Hair: Brown, thick curls, about Mid-Back. Loose.

Clothing: A black, leather, tricorn hat with gold trim, Navy Blue overcoat, dark Brown Pants, and a set of dark boots.

Weapons: A Buckler (Unnamed), and a SubMachine-Gun/Jack Cutlass named Bend.

Personality: Very earnest and Compassionate, as well as smug and loves puns, but is easy to peer pressure in to bad situations due her her often lacking foresight.

Semblance: Heading allows her to "Charge" a dash, and launch herself in a single direction with great force, depending on how long she charge for. She must launch off of something, or someone.

Home Kingdom: Technically not a citizen anywhere, but lived in/around Vacuo.

Family: Father (Missing, presumed dead), Mother, One older sister, one younger half-Brother.

Status: Second Daughter of a major group of Pirate/Privateers. All her family are wanted criminals.

Emblem: (I Haven't decided. Either a Sun on the horizon of an ocean, or a Wave cresting over itself.)

Inspiration: Marigold, From Mary Read, a famous Irish pirate known for sailing in the Caribbean. Féasóg, Irish for Beard, as in BlackBeard.

~~~~~

Name: Wilhelm Licorice

Species: Otter Faunus - Long Tail.

Skin: Tan, sort of a dark olive?

Body Type: The phrase "Brick Shithouse" Doesn't Cover it. This man is a whole ass city block. 6'10". Brown Eyes.

Hair: Jet Black, just reaching the base of his neck. Put in a small ponytail.

Clothing: Leather Armor, dirtied and stained white clothes underneath. Wears worn-out Combat Boots.

Weapons: Dam, a Tower Shield, and Enlighten, a Heavy Crossbow.

Personality: Very open, always tries to see the bright side of things, willing to help people out, even to his detriment. When he gets mad, he stays mad for a very long time.

Semblance: Uplift, Greatly reduces the weight of whatever he holds, including himself, allowing him to hold Enlighten one-handed and move faster than anyone his size should be able.

Home Kingdom: Atlas, specifically Mantle.

Family: Two Mothers, one is missing an arm, the other suffers from major Respiratory issues, and memory issues caused by her medication.

Emblem: (Undecided)

Inspiration: Wilhelm- Derived from William, meaning “Resolute Protector” and “Strong Willed Warrior”. Licorice - Black, as in the color of Gravity Dust, and the Black Forest of Germany/Europe. Also based on the Eurasian?Old World Otter, which has had it's habitat threatened by humanity daudling about. It can be found in the Blakc Forests of Germany, among other areas across Europe and Asia.

#rwby #rwby oc #rwby oc team #team krml #meliny kopper #remington umber #marigold feasog #wilhelm licorice #asks and answers

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