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So Much to Lose (series) Part 1

Series summary: Newly settled into Jackson city and forced to go on patrols with the miserable Joel Miller sets off a chain of events and encounters that have you questioning everything, including your own heart.

Rating: 18+

pairings: Joel Miller x Reader, Ellie x Dina

Series warnings: set during outbreak, guns, Mean!Joel, eventual rough sex (specific tags that comes up) no use of Y/N or detailed physical descriptions.

Patrols were never your thing. You'd thought them more for the super athletic, the expert marksmen, the naturally ruthless.

You were a decent shot. Nothing to write home about. You'd shot animals when you were starving and on the run.

But patrolling the walls of Jackson City was always someone else's gig. Something for people not as "soft".

So when Maria told you that your name was on the roster for that month you'd been surprised.

"But I'm always on kitchen duty."

"We have new folks coming into Jackson," Maria explained, her tone brusque and her eyes weary. "None of them have weaponry experience. You do."

"Barely.

"Barely's better than nothing."

Then she'd moved from you, obviously busy with a myriad of planning and scheduling. You watched her leave, her hand resting over her swollen belly.

You were relatively new to Jackson City, barely six months living behind its sheltered walls. You didn't feel you had earned the right to disagree with Maria or to challenge her ideas.

You've stayed close to home since you're arrival, still not quite used to the life that bustled around you in the market or the dances (real dances!) in the church hall. You don't have friends here yet despite your natural propensity to others. You smile and you greet when faces pass you in the street, but your home is where it's safe.

You suppose this is why you enjoy kitchen duty. Moving around large groups of people, overhearing snatches of conversation of laughter of warmth, but always on the perimeter. Always watching, never engaging on the edges.

Maybe you are more naturally suited for patrols than you originally thought.

But not with weaponry. Shooting your old decommissioned gun is one thing. Using the heavy weapons you see being touted on the broad backs of those heading off on patrol is quite another.

When you see Tommy, one of the nicest people you know (and Maria's husband), walking by your place later that week you hasten to catch up with him.

"It's been years since I shot anything," you explain with a concerned saddle of your brows as you explain Maria's plan for you. "And back then it was only rabbits and deer. Can you just come over and give me some pointers?"

"Can't. Got lots to do to prep for the baby."

Of course, the baby, due any day. The reason for Maria's desperate need to schedule the coming months, and the weary pull of Tommy's eyes as he looks at you.

"But I'll find someone and send em over," Tommy adds when he sees the terror cross your features.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll have your patrol partner come and give you some help tomorrow afternoon. We usually team up the newbies with the more experienced marksman anyway. I'll check with Maria and see who you're paired up with."

Relief blooms in your chest at this. This is the kind of news that you have been hoping for.

The thought that the safety and survival of others would depend solely on you or come down on your shoulders had been making you sick.

"Great."

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You made cookies.

For whatever reason that had felt like the appropriate response to having someone come over and teach you how to properly shoot a gun.

This person, your patrol partner, will be the first to enter your home since you moved in. Maria and Tommy had been there, explaining the expectations of you in the community and showing you the simple one bedroom home that would be yours. All you'd been able to think over and over as they spoke was: a bed of my own. I don't have to share.

Your place is humble but clean. You've tossed around the idea of painting the walls themselves but you don't. That feels too permanent and you've not known the security of stability in decades. It sits uneasily on your shoulders like a too-heavy jacket.

There's a knock at your door and you open it to reveal a tall man with broad shoulders and remarkably expressive eyes. His mouth is set uneasily, as if he's trying to remember what it is to talk.

"You the one that needed gun lessons?"

He's wearing a dark green jacket and on his back is a collection of shotguns that you find intimidating just looking at.

"That's me," you chirp, moving back so he can enter into your home. You introduce yourself, a bit surprised at how the broad man stays hanging by the door.

"Joel," he mutters when you prompt him for his name. "Let's do this outside."

"Sure," you say going to grab your jacket from its hook by the door. "Oh, but did you want a cookie first? I made some."

Joel stares at you for a moment, trying to gauge if you're serious. When he sees you are, he blinks and then starts to walk around to the stretch of greenery near your place.

You follow after him, pulling on your jacket and jogging to keep up.

"Hey Miller," someone calls out from the street and you look over at him in surprise. Joel gives them a small wave and keeps walking.

Miller. Like Tommy and Maria Miller?

"Are you Tommy's brother?"

"Guilty."

Joel walks quickly, his legs scissoring rapidly across the fallen leaves of the cool winter day and easily outpacing you.

Cute, you think, watching his body lope away from you. Intense but cute.

///

Around the five minute mark you realize that no, Joel isn't intense or cute.

He's just a fucking asshole.

He's impatient and grouchy and even though you're trying your hardest to follow instructions you're failing miserably because he is so intimidating.

"You need to familiarize yourself with your weapon," he tells you, brandishing the shotgun and handing it to you. It's heavy in your palms, surprising you.

You grip it loosely, twisting it in your hand to aim at the ground. As you do this, the barrel of the gun swings in his direction.

"Are you insane?" Joel barks, slapping the nozzle away from his direction. "Have you never held a fucking shotgun before?"

He'd been so quiet before that the loud boom of his voice startles you. You take a step back without thinking, sure to keep your barrel pointed at the ground.

You don't bother telling him that no, you've never held a shotgun. You have a feeling that would just piss him off more.

It doesn't get better after that.

"How did they put you on patrols with aim like that?"

You scowl, bringing the gun up to your shoulders to brace. You begin to count as you aim at the tin cans Joel set up. You've hit one out of the six. You attribute much of this to the tall man pacing back and forth behind you as you try to focus. But he terrifies you, and you feel compelled to keep him in the corner your sights until he pauses and you can focus again.

You stare at the dented soup cans resting on the fence post away from you. You can almost hear Dev's soft voice in your ear. The calming sooth of his tone.

"Count if it helps...shoot on three."

"One... two..." you mutter under your breath.

"You're not gonna have time to count when a clicker's coming for your throat," Joel instructs you. "You have to be instinctual. Gotta move fast."

He kicks at your ankles, broadening your stance. You flinch at the pain of his boot against your ankle bone.

"You should be wearin' boots," Joel instructs when he sees you wince in pain. "Sneakers are no good."

"Obviously I would wear boots on patrol," you seethe. "I just figured for practice-"

"You should be wearing what you'll be patrolling in. Don't wear that scarf either."

You pause, looking down to see just your dark blue jacket. "What scarf?"

Joel pauses. "That red one I saw hangin' in your house. It's bright. You'll stand out."

You frown before raising the gun to brace snugly against your shoulder.

For the next hour Joel's voice reaches out, punctuating the air with bits of aggressive sounding advice as you fumble.

"Non-firing hand on the hand stock."

"Finger on the stock behind the trigger guard with the rest of your fingers."

"Cheek tight to the stock."

It's after the third time Joel mutters about your firing position being shit and hits his boots against your ankle that you lose it.

"Enough," you say, placing the gun barrel gently to the ground. "This isn't going to work."

Joel has his arms crossed over his chest and he's watching you from behind a cool gaze.

"We're a bad match" you explain, your cheeks hot from irritation mingled with embarrassment at having to admit that to him. "You need to be able to trust your partner on patrols and I don't see that happening. We shouldn't be paired up."

"Fine by me."

There's relief in his voice. He doesn't want to be paired up with you any more than you do with him. Good, this will be an easy parting.

"You can get Tommy to switch us," you say with a frown at the gun laying by your feet in the grass. "He's your brother after all."

"You wanna be moved, you go to Tommy."

"You're saying you don't wanna be moved?"

You're staring at him confused with eyes that widen as Joel approaches you, his gaze tight on yours.

The toe of his thick boots bump against the tip your sneakers and he tilts his head down, wanting to match your eye level.

"I'm sayin' you don't tell me what to do," Joel rasps "I'm the one who gives orders. Not you."

Whoa.

He wasn't saying it to sound alluring, you know that because you can see the genuine irritation in his dark eyes as they bore into yours. And yet, Joel Miller's husky voice informing you that he gives the orders?

It gives you the tingles.

You swallow thickly and when you don't reply right away Joel makes a scoffing noise in his throat. You watch as he gathers the weapons onto his back and marches out of the clearing, desperate to be away from you.

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"Sounds like it didn't go great with Joel," Tommy says the next morning as he passes you heading for breakfast.

So much for Joel not talking to Tommy. You slow, matching Tommy's pace as he walks alongside you.

"Not a good match," you reply lightly. Tommy is Joel's brother and you don't want to offend anyone. "I'm sorry to be a bother and make you have to reschedule."

"S'okay," Tommy says with a shrug. "I'll switch with him for tomorrow night's patrol. I can give you pointers then."

Relief goes through you, making the smile that cracks your features genuine.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Tommy insists his face in a smile before it becomes drawn. "I know Joel can be a little hard to handle."

Calling Joel hard to handle suggests he's like one of the wild horses in the pens you sometimes walk by, when in reality Joel Miller is just unpleasant.

"Yeah, well," you shrug unsure of what to say so you trail off.

Tommy seems compelled to fill that silence, to explain away his brothers poor social skills.

"He lost a lot during the outbreak."

You nod, trying to look sympathetic but all you can think is,

Didn't we all?

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White Plume

White Plume is a hero tale of the Sioux nation featuring the supernatural trickster figure Unktomi (Iktomi) who serves as a catalyst for transformation, whether for good or ill. In this story, Unktomi is the villain whereas in others, such as The Bound Children, he is a force for good. The tale is among the most popular Sioux legends.

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The following is taken from Myths and Legends of the Sioux (1916) by Marie L. McLaughlin. It has been edited for space considerations, but the unabridged tale will be found below in the External Links section.

There once lived a young couple who were very happy. The young man was noted throughout the whole nation for his accuracy with the bow and arrow, and was given the title of "Dead Shot," or "He who never misses his mark," and the young woman, noted for her beauty, was named Beautiful Dove.

One day a stork paid this happy couple a visit and left them a fine big boy…Time passed, and the boy grew up to a good size, when one day his father said: "Wife, give our son the bow and arrows so that he may learn how to use them." The father taught his son how to string and unstring the bow, and also how to attach the arrow to the string. The red, blue and yellow arrows, he told the boy, were to be used only whenever there was any extra good shooting to be done, so the boy never used these three until he became a master of the art…

One day the boy came running into the tent, exclaiming: "Mother, mother, I have shot and killed the most beautiful bird I ever saw”…The parents decided to give a big feast in honor of their son killing the strange, beautiful bird…The guests soon arrived…The great chief and medicine men pronounced the bird "Wakan" (something holy)…, the chief and councilmen bestowed upon the boy the title of White Plume.

One day, a stranger came to the village, who was very thin and nearly starved…After he had eaten and rested, he told his story.

"I came from a very great distance," said he. "The nations where I came from are in a starving condition. No place can they find any buffalo, deer nor antelope. A witch or evil spirit in the shape of a white buffalo has driven all the large game out of the country…Another evil spirit in the form of a red eagle has driven all the birds of the air out of our country…Many a marksman has tried his skill on this bird, all to no purpose…Another evil spirit in the form of a white rabbit has driven out all the animals which inhabit the ground, and destroyed the fields of corn and turnips, so the nation is starving, as the arrows of the marksmen have also failed to touch the white rabbit. Anyone who can kill these three witches will receive as his reward, the choice of two of the most beautiful maidens of our nation. The younger one is the handsomer of the two and has also the sweetest disposition. Many young, and even old men, hearing of this (our chief's) offer, have traveled many miles to try their arrows on the witches, but all to no purpose. Our chief, hearing of your great marksmanship, sent me to try and secure your services to have you come and rid us of these three witches."

Thus spoke the stranger to the hunter. The hunter gazed long and thoughtfully into the dying embers of the campfire. Then slowly his eyes raised and looked lovingly on his wife who sat opposite to him. Gazing on her beautiful features for a full minute he slowly dropped his gaze back to the dying embers and thus answered his visitor:

"My friend, I feel very much honored by your chief having sent such a great distance for me, and also for the kind offer of his lovely daughter in marriage, if I should succeed, but I must reject the great offer, as I can spare none of my affections to any other woman than to my queen whom you see sitting there."

White Plume had been listening to the conversation and when his father had finished speaking, said: "Father, I am a child no more. I have arrived at manhood. I am not so good a marksman as you, but I will go to this suffering tribe and try to rid them of their three enemies. If this man will rest for a few days and return to his village and inform them of my coming, I will travel along slowly on his trail and arrive at the village a day or two after he reaches there."

"Very well, my son," said the father, "I am sure you will succeed, as you fear nothing, and as to your marksmanship, it is far superior to mine, as your sight is much clearer and aim quicker than mine."

The man rested a few days and one morning started off, after having instructed White Plume as to the trail. White Plume got together what he would need on the trip and was ready for an early start the next morning. That night, Dead Shot and his wife sat up away into the night instructing their son how to travel and warning him as to the different kinds of people he must avoid in order to keep out of trouble. "Above all," said the father, "keep a good look out for Unktomi (spider); he is the most tricky of all, and will get you into trouble if you associate with him."

White Plume left early, his father accompanying him for several miles. On parting, the father's last words were: "Look out for Unktomi, my son, he is deceitful and treacherous."

"I'll look out for him, father;" so saying, he disappeared over a hill.

On the way he tried his skill on several hawks and eagles, and he did not need to use his painted arrows to kill them, but so skillful was he with the bow and arrows that he could bring down anything that flew with his common arrows. He was drawing near to the end of his destination when he had a large tract of timber to pass through. When he had nearly gotten through the timber, he saw an old man sitting on a log, looking wistfully up into a big tree, where sat a number of prairie chickens.

"Hello, grandfather, why are you sitting there looking so downhearted?" asked White Plume. "I am nearly starved and was just wishing someone would shoot one of those chickens for me, so I could make a good meal on it," said the old man. "I will shoot one for you," said the young man. He strung his bow, placed an arrow on the string, simply seemed to raise the arrow in the direction of the chicken (taking no aim). Twang went out the bow, zip went the arrow, and a chicken fell off the limb, only to get caught on another in its descent.

"There is your chicken, grandfather."

"Oh, my grandson, I am too weak to climb up and get it. Can't you climb up and get it for me?"

The young man, pitying the old fellow, proceeded to climb the tree, when the old man stopped him, saying: "Grandson, you have on such fine clothes, it is a pity to spoil them; you had better take them off so as not to spoil the fine porcupine work on them."

The young man took off his fine clothes and climbed up into the tree, and securing the chicken, threw it down to the old man. As the young man was scaling down the tree, the old man said: "Iyashkapa, iyashkapa," (stick fast, stick fast). Hearing him say something, he asked, "What did you say, old man?" He answered, "I was only talking to myself."

The young man proceeded to descend, but he could not move. His body was stuck fast to the bark of the tree. In vain did he beg the old man to release him. The old Unktomi, for he it was, only laughed and said: "I will go now and kill the evil spirits, I have your wonderful bow and arrows and I cannot miss them. I will marry the chief's daughter, and you can stay up in that tree and die there."

So saying, he put on White Plume's fine clothes, took his bow and arrows, and went to the village. As White Plume was expected at any minute, the whole village was watching for him, and when Unktomi came into sight the young men ran to him with a painted robe, sat him down on it and slowly raising him up they carried him to the tent of the chief. So certain were they that he would kill the evil spirits that the chief told him to choose one of the daughters at once for his wife. (Before the arrival of White Plume, hearing of him being so handsome, the two girls had quarreled over which should marry him, but upon seeing him the younger was not anxious to become his wife.) So Unktomi chose the older one of the sisters and was given a large tent in which to live.

The younger sister went to her mother's tent to live, and the older was very proud, as she was married to the man who would save the nation from starvation. The next morning, there was a great commotion in camp, and there came the cry that the white buffalo was coming. "Get ready, son-in-law, and kill the buffalo," said the chief.

Unktomi took the bow and arrows and shot as the buffalo passed, but the arrow went wide off its mark. Next came the eagle, and again he shot and missed. Then came the rabbit, and again he missed.

"Wait until tomorrow, I will kill them all. My blanket caught in my bow and spoiled my aim."

The people were very much disappointed, and the chief, suspecting that all was not right, sent for the young man who had visited Dead Shot's tepee. When the young man arrived, the chief asked: "Did you see White Plume when you went to Dead Shot's camp?"

"Yes, I did, and ate with him many times. I stayed at his father's tepee all the time I was there," said the young man.

"Would you recognize him if you saw him again?" asked the chief.

"Anyone who had but one glimpse of White Plume would surely recognize him when he saw him again, as he is the most handsome man I ever saw," said the young man.

"Come with me to the tent of my son-in-law and take a good look at him, but don't say what you think until we come away."

The two went to the tent of Unktomi, and when the young man saw him, he knew it was not White Plume, although it was White Plume's bow and arrows that hung at the head of the bed, and he also recognized the clothes as belonging to White Plume. When they had returned to the chief's tent, the young man told what he knew and what he thought.

"I think this is some Unktomi who has played some trick on White Plume and has taken his bow and arrows and also his clothes, and hearing of your offer, is here impersonating White Plume. Had White Plume drawn the bow on the buffalo, eagle, and rabbit today, we would have been rid of them, so I think we had better scare this Unktomi into telling us where White Plume is," said the young man.

"Wait until he tries to kill the witches again tomorrow," said the chief.

In the meantime, the younger daughter had taken an axe and gone into the woods in search of dry wood. She went quite a little distance into the wood and was chopping a dry log. Stopping to rest a little she heard someone saying: "Whoever you are, come over here and chop this tree down so that I may get loose."

Going to where the big tree stood, she saw a man stuck onto the side of the tree. "If I chop it down the fall will kill you," said the girl. "No, chop it on the opposite side from me, and the tree will fall that way. If the fall kills me, it will be better than hanging up here and starving to death," said White Plume, for it was he.

The girl chopped the tree down and when she saw that it had not killed the man, she said: "What shall I do now?"

"Loosen the bark from the tree and then get some stones and heat them. Get some water and sage and put your blanket over me." She did as told and when the steam arose from the water being poured upon the heated rocks, the bark loosened from his body and he arose. When he stood up, she saw how handsome he was.

"You have saved my life," said he. "Will you be my wife?"

"I will," said she.

He then told her how the old man had fooled him into this trap and took his bow and arrows, also his fine porcupine worked clothes, and had gone off, leaving him to die. She, in turn, told him all that had happened in camp since a man, calling himself White Plume, came there and married her sister before he shot at the witches, and when he came to shoot at them, missed every shot. "Let us make haste, as the bad Unktomi may ruin my arrows."

They approached the camp and whilst White Plume waited outside, his promised wife entered Unktomi's tent and said: "Unktomi, White Plume is standing outside, and he wants his clothes and bow and arrows."

"Oh, yes, I borrowed them and forgot to return them; make haste and give them to him."

Upon receiving his clothes, he was very much provoked to find his fine clothes wrinkled and his bow twisted, while the arrows were twisted out of shape. He laid the clothes down, also the bows and arrows, and passing his hand over them, they assumed their right shapes again.

The daughter took White Plume to her father's tent and, upon hearing the story, he at once sent for his warriors and had them form a circle around Unktomi's tent, and if he attempted to escape to catch him and tie him to a tree, as he (the chief) had determined to settle accounts with him for his treatment of White Plume, and the deception employed in winning the chief's eldest daughter.

About midnight, the guard noticed something crawling along close to the ground and seizing him found it was Unktomi trying to make his escape before daylight, whereupon they tied him to a tree. "Why do you treat me thus," cried Unktomi, "I was just going out in search of medicine to rub on my arrows, so I can kill the witches." "You will need medicine to rub on yourself when the chief gets through with you," said the young man who had discovered that Unktomi was impersonating White Plume.

In the morning, the herald announced that the real White Plume had arrived, and the chief desired the whole nation to witness his marksmanship. Then came the cry: "The White Buffalo comes." Taking his red arrow, White Plume stood ready. When the buffalo got about opposite him, he let his arrow fly. The buffalo bounded high in the air and came down with all four feet drawn together under its body, the red arrow having passed clear through the animal, piercing the buffalo's heart. A loud cheer went up from the village.

"You shall use the hide for your bed," said the chief to White Plume.

Next came a cry, "The eagle, the eagle." From the north came an enormous red eagle. So strong was he, that as he soared through the air his wings made a humming sound as the rumble of distant thunder. On he came, and just as he circled the tent of the chief, White Plume bent his bow, with all his strength drew the arrow back to the flint point and sent the blue arrow on its mission of death. So swiftly had the arrow passed through the eagle's body that, thinking White Plume had missed, a great wail went up from the crowd, but when they saw the eagle stop in his flight, give a few flaps of his wings, and then fall with a heavy thud into the center of the village, there was a greater cheer than before.

"The red eagle shall be used to decorate the seat of honor in your tepee," said the chief to White Plume.

Last came the white rabbit. "Aim good, aim good, son-in-law," said the chief. "If you kill him, you will have his skin for a rug." Along came the white rabbit, and White Plume sent his arrow in search of rabbit's heart, which it found, and stopped Mr. Rabbit's tricks forever.

The chief then called all of the people together and before them all took a hundred willows and broke them one at a time over Unktomi's back. Then he turned him loose. Unktomi, being so ashamed, ran off into the woods and hid in the deepest and darkest corner he could find. This is why Unktomis (spiders) are always found in dark corners, and anyone who is deceitful or untruthful is called a descendant of the Unktomi tribe.

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 7 months

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Sniper and Medic bringing the other mercs dead animals as gifts

YES!

I use "gifts" loosely in this context. You'll see why.

Sniper has been known to shoot a stray rabbit here and there and present it to whoever he has been getting close with, assuming that it's a fine way to start an early morning conversation. He doesn't know how else to bring up topics that interest him, other than to show it off to people and hope they start off the conversation first. I also think he just does it to show off sometimes, not being praised as much as the other mercs. He wouldn't mind if someone pointed out how clean or precise his shot was.

Medic is probably more tone deaf than Sniper when it comes to dead animals as gifts. He views all animals, alive or dead, as fascinating and thinks that the other would think so too. Unfortunately, they do not find oddly pristine roadkill as intriguing as Medic does. He wants to talk about guts, blood, and viscera. He wants to tell the other mercs all the interesting facts about the corspe as a way of expressing his love (platonic or otherwise) for them. And maybe, like Sniper, he occasionally would like a compliment on his knowledge rather than marksman ship of course.

None of the other Mercs have the heart to turn down "gift," instead buring the animals at night, some of them find it charming in a weird way, and are willing to put up with it though.

Both of them regularly "gift" each other dead animals they, opting to discuss the animals and the hunt rather than actually deal with the corspes. It was all about being noticed, really, about being able to talk to someone, the other mercs are just glad they found each other, the amount of uneven dirt in the desert was sure to set off alarms soon if they kept new gifts.

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I am so tired and upset (I'm fine) that idk if this turned out in any way. I hope it's at least halfway decent :)

#tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic

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Tell me more about rage against the dying of the light please!!!

Oh my dear!!! <3333 Thanks for the ask, first of all! Second - this is my absolute favorite position on the list, even though I hardly have 10 pages.

Some time ago I started to think up a character - Gabriel "Roots" Rothenberg. I knew how he looked like, I knew what and how he was. I started to put him into different scenarios, like one does with an OC. And one day a scenario came to my mind about a kinda-medieval thing, with him being in the army (near-border watch sorta thing), in a world where the kingdom he hails from is at war with the neighboring one. They try as much as they can, but sometimes there's nothing they can do to help the people that are being raided. A missive comes that the king has died and so Gabe and his unit have to move on, traveling to the capital for the coronation and the swearing-in while another unit takes their place.

But! He would have been lonely even with his soldiers (he's a traumatized dude, give him a break, wait a minute Wednesday, etc. etc.) so I made him a boyfriend, Danny Leeds :D He joins Gabe's unit after his whole village got culled. So! There we are :D <3

I may publish it one day when I actually have something to publish... but here's a snippet for you <333

Gabe Roots hated rabbit stew. Whoever had thought up this particular concoction of vegetables and meat must have been an evil spirit amusing himself on his day off, he thought, peering into his bowl. There was a sad little slice of carrot drifting at the surface, pale enough that it could be considered parsley if one squinted hard enough. Maybe it was, seeing as everything growing in this godforsaken piece of land was so bland there was no telling for sure what their most recent foraging quest had unearthed. Jacob had deemed it edible, though, and Gabe trusted their cook implicitly. Reluctantly, he dug out his spoon and stirred the contents, shuddering at the pieces of rabbit floating up to the surface.

Even without tasting it, he knew it would be chewy as shit.

How did the meat stay so damn dry after soaking in boiling water for close to an hour, he could never guess, but his suspicions were confirmed with the first bite. He munched on it carefully, frowning at Avery slurping up his portion and smacking his lips soundly afterwards. “That was delightful,” he commented, and Jacob grinned, waving his hand in thanks. Gabe shivered again, looking down only to see the sad slice of carrot finally give up and sink to the bottom of the bowl.

He gritted his teeth and kept on eating, barely reacting when he felt another presence sitting down next to him. “It’s getting colder,” Cinder’s voice was low, deceptively conversational. He grunted instead of answering her, and tried to find the unfortunate carrot, mostly to get rid of it. “If we don’t get orders to move out soon, we’ll be doomed,” his captain went on, well-used to his moods. Gabe nodded absentmindedly, upturning a piece of something looking suspiciously like a bone. “The girls will be back,” he reminded her, glaring at the elusive slice when he caught a glimpse of it slipping away and back to the bottom of the slop. “Let’s hope they didn’t encounter any trouble.” “Brigid?” Gabe huffed, amused. “The last time someone tried to get in her way we had two bodies to bury.” He grinned at the memory.

Brigid was rather on the short side, and her long, blond hair and big, blue eyes lent her a soft appearance, to the dismay of anyone trying to intimidate her. She was quick as a snake, carried five knives, and knew well where to stick them. “Besides, Elizabeth is with her,” Gabe went on, shrugging, finally managing to pin the offending piece of vegetable to the side of his bowl. He dragged it up. “If her glare won’t put off any possible brigands, her bow will.” “She’s a hunter,” Cinder replied, her gaze flickering to his determined battle. “And a marksman,” he added, gathering the carrot on his spoon. He brought it up for inspection, glaring at it. “What in the world is that?” He asked with distaste, and his captain chuckled. “White beetroot,” she enlightened him, her amusement turning into a full-on laughter when he tossed it to the side.

#tag game #ask game #ask #original work #writing #thank you i love this one #if i ever publish anything original it's going to be that #gabe roots #gabriel rothenberg #daniel leeds #danny leeds

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toontails · 10 months

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Dear AA, you may ignore this if you like! But what if there’s a Toon Quest x Dangranronpa!! How will this end out? I got the Ultimates!

Y/n (Our reader): Ultimate Granddaughter

Felix the Cat: Ultimate Adventurer

Bendy; Ultimate Deal Maker/Demon Lord? (Still debating..)

Donald Duck: Ultimate Sailor

Panchito Pistoles; Ultimate Marksman/Singer (Dunno)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit: Ultimate Luckster

Cuphead: Ultimate Twin/Mischievous Maker (?-)

Mugman: Ultimate Twin/??? (I got nothing-)

But what do you think??

Very much so, it’ll make the ultimate team—plus Mugman’s very much useless ability, but still a lit team

#toon quest

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justyoursicanon · 1 year

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No need to call, when your already home

Summary: After the events of 'Just A Call away', holidays are right around the corner and Scout already packed up to go home. Luckily for him, Sniper decides to do his best friend a favor.

Along the way, the marksman recalls his blooming feelings for his best friend for the past 2 years, how will he deal with this as he joins him for the holidays as well as meeting his family?

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"And off we go"

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You may start reading! ^^

The sun glows through the windows, and into the low lit van, the quiet rustling of clothes and bullets being moved and placed every second, and tired and dragged breaths were being forced out of the Snipers lips.

It was the next day after the night of Scout's offer, Sniper didn't get so much rest, not with his mind flooding with possible situations that could go wrong the whole trip.

What if a tire broke? What if the van broke? What if Scout changed his mind? What his family didn't like Sniper at all?-

A knock interrupted his thoughts from going down this endless rabbit hole of possibilities. He quickly fixes his vest and hat, grabbing his aviators and wearing them, slightly pushing them back as they slid down. He walks up to the metal door, takes a long and quiet breath, then opens the door.

And in came the view of Scout, in a bright yellow pair of pajamas, hair messy, and missing one sock. "Hey Snipes! Came by to say we could leave later after lunch or tonight, both is fine but I already called back home and told em am bringing a friend with me." Scout quickly explained, messing with his hair to fix it. Only to make the mess even worse.

Sniper chuckled at the movement and leaned on the doorframe. "Am alright leaving after lunch, best if we leave early so we could arrive sooner then later." "Sounds good ta me! We could take turns driving ya little camper van since I doubt there's any hotels near by." Sniper scoffed playfully. "You driving my precious van? In your dreams ya gremlin." Scout makes a sarcastic and offended gasp, a hand coming to his chest. "Sniper! I thought you trusted me in everything!" Sniper laughed. "When did I ever bloody say I trust ya in anything!?" Scout couldn't hold back his faked hurt expression and laughed along with him.

Right after lunch Scout went back in his room to grab his backpack and a few other things, while Sniper decided to clean a bit more inside his camper before finally being satisfied with his work. A knock had made his head turn and he shrugged thinking it was Scout. To his surprise there was no Scout in sight and instead, there stood nothing in front of the door.

"Bushman." The accent could have made Sniper roll his eyes but he kept control, being a professional and all. "What do you want Spy?" Spy, who had somehow entered the inside of the camper and sat on one of the seats with the movable table. "I simply want to say, take care and enjoy your holiday." The puff of smoke flew through the heat and air of the inside of the small vehicle. A clack of a familiar piece of metal, too familiar in fact, rang along with the silence. "But, make this holiday ruined for the boy and I will skin you with my bear hands" Sniper grunted as he felt the metal blade get in contact with his neck. Harshly pushing the knife away from his face. Sniper replied. "Wouldn't dream of it mate, only want to make Roo happy." He muttered.

Spy withdraw his knife, the blade smoothly moving back and covered by the other metal parts. He eyes the marksman, his gray-blue eyes burning through the man's skull. And then, he adjusts his posture, keeping his knife back in his suit and grabs another cigarette. "I shall trust you on that Monsieur Sniper." And he cloaked away.

Sniper sighed heavily, dropping onto the opposite seat where Spy had decloaked. He rubs his eyes behind his glasses, as well as taking off his hat to brush his fingers through his hair.

And then, another knock.

Sniper looks up, ready to yell at Spy. But only Scout came into view. Wearing a maroon shirt and jeans, a leather backpack hanging on his left shoulder, and his right hand gripping a suit case. "Hey you alright man? Headache or something? I mean if you want we could change the schedule and go tomorrow-" "No no it's aces mate am fine, just.. Bloody Spook came in for some reason." A simple white lie.

Well, half of a lie.

"Aw seriously? Spy coming in bugging ya ass on a holiday? He never rests I swear man!- Oh shit my bad" He exclaimed, but quickly turned to his bag that fell off his shoulder. Sniper just smiled at Scout. "Nah but really you alright to go though? Still wanna drive and all?" Sniper hummed as he put his hat back on and stood up. "Am alright Roo really, just place your case to the side and get in the seat at front then were off." "Alright if ya say so"

Sniper watched as Scout dragged his suit case to lean on the seat then quickly adjusts his shirt. "Oh and Snipes?"

"Yea?"

"Thanks for coming with me and all, really."

Sniper smiled again. "Course mate."

Maybe this trip won't be bad after all.

#SiC anon writes #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 speeding bullet #tf2 sniperscout #sniperscout #speeding bullet #dad!spy

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onceuponalegendbg · 1 year

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Thoughts On Danganronpa Project: Eden’s Garden Fan Game

It’s genuinely so good so far guys. It’s incredible how much effort was put into this project, and how well it’s turning out so far. The potential for this project is ridiculous right now.

Damon Maitsu: Ultimate Debater - Snake. It’s so interesting that we’re basically playing as the Byakuya of this game. It doesn’t feel quite as antagonistic as Togami but there’s definitely some of the same leanings. At least as of right now. Damon kind of reminds me of Hajime, and how he acknowledged that even he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t kill someone if he got desperate enough. He’s certainly arrogant and a bit hypocritical in that arrogance but I’m supposing that may be part of his development as a character. Either way, it’ll be an interesting perspective to play from.

Eva Tsunaka: Ultimate Liar - Crow. Ah, the enigma of this game for sure. So far I’m really enjoying her as a character and am very intrigued by the concept of having someone that you actually can’t tell if they’re lying or not. So far, Eva has been impressively unreadable while still coming off as having personality. In fact she’s actually a little sassy. Her and Damon also just bring up some excellent points in regards to Wolfie trying to rally the troops with a very... naive view of trust. Also, I just... really love her hair. The black giving way to the white tips.

Grace Madison: Ultimate Golfer - Rabbit. When I say my heart stopped when I thought we’d lost her already. I was having Mukuro flashbacks and I can’t even begin to describe the relief I felt when she didn’t end up shot. I think she might be my favorite of the cast so far. She’s definitely abrasive, no doubt about that but it feels different than it did with Miu or even Hiyoko. I can’t quite describe what it is, I just kind of find her funny. I just also have to admire the guts (insanity) it takes to just go up and beat the crap out of the cult leader dude that kidnapped you and a bunch of other Ultimates in order to get you play a killing game. Like, she actually was just gonna beat him down. You have to respect the guts.

Wolfgang Akire: Ultimate Lawyer - Sheep. Now time for the protagonist to our antagonist. On surface level, this guy seems pretty swell. There’s definitely some backstory trauma with how riled up he got during the Prologue Trial but overall, he seems to have a decent head on his shoulders. But again, that’s just a surface level read. Unfortunately for Wolfie, however; most of us are familiar with the idea of a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. Do I trust him? Not particularly, but I think he’ll make an excellent rival character if that’s indeed what they’re going for with him.

Toshiko Kayura: Ultimate Matchmaker - Flamingo. Who is this sassy, lost child? Like seriously, why is a 14 year old the Ultimate Matchmaker? Did she guess which contestant the Bachelor would choose 100% of the time or something? Anyway, I like her design but I also just.... really don’t have an actual opinion on her yet.

Eloise Taulner: Ultimate Fencer - Swan. Protective instincts are kicking in hard with this one which means she’s most likely going to die. She seems like a sweetheart, and that’s always dangerous in a game like this. Outside of that I don’t have a ton to say about her but I’m looking forward to learning more. After all, it’s only the beginning of the game.

Desmond Hall: Ultimate Marksman - Shark. He seems like a pretty chill dude, and I can see a lot of potential red herrings in regards to him and his skill during trials. I’d be surprised if he isn’t suspected in at least one trial.... until it actually turns out to be him. Dun dun duuuuun.

Ingrid Grimwall: Ultimate Blacksmith - Lion. Love her design. Another character I’m not particularly sure about. Again, seems like a big teddy bear but... there’s something that doesn’t quite sit right with me now that I’ve seen the whole prologue. I can’t put my finger on what it is. Also while the creators have said that they’re going to avoid the typical Danganronpa tropes (two murders in the third chapter, big muscle character dies in the fourth, etc) I will be shocked if she makes it to the end of the game.

Wenona: Ultimate Entrepreneur - Bear. She certainly has the arrogance to give our darling protag a run for his money, and I’m looking forward to the possible back and forth between her and Cassidy. Another gorgeous design, and I do really like her voice. I’m actually placing bets on her being a survivor. I’m fully prepared to be absolutely wrong. Really interested in what she brings to the game.

Cassidy Amber: Ultimate Pro Gamer - Spider. Speaking of our resident streamer, she’s another character that I like, but something about her is also just very off putting to me. I appreciate a good Ace Attorney reference though, so that does get her some bonus points. As stated earlier, can’t wait to see her butting heads with Wenona.

Ulysses Wilhelm: Ultimate Historian - Owl. As someone who loved history in school, is an avid note taker, and desperately just wishes she could spend most of the day napping.... this boy is such a mood. Outside of that, however.... He hasn’t really made that big of an impression on me. In fact, when listing characters earlier today, I completely forgot about him. So.... do with that what you will. I don’t hate him by any means but so far I’m a bit indifferent. Which is a shame because history class was usually one of the classes outside of English that I was actually very good in.

Mark “Mayhem” Berskii: Ultimate Music Producer - Alligator. This kid looks like he really needs to go to sleep and honestly... I feel that.

Diana Venicia: Ultimate Cosmetologist - Chameleon. Okay, so this girl is actually one of the ones I’m so overtly suspicious of for seemingly no reason. At first glance at least. Diana just seems so weirdly normal, if not a little shady. Like seriously, if you actually look at some of her dialogue, she has a tendency to sneak in these really backhanded comments. Keeping my eye on this girl.

Kai Monteago: Ultimate Influencer - Butterfly. ..... I do not trust this boy and his crocodile tears. Not in the slightest.

Jett Dawson: Ultimate Drag Racer - Coyote. Good boy. No way he’s making it to the end. Again, will be genuinely shocked if he does.

Jean Delamer: Ultimate Ship Captain - Dragon. His voice. Yes, sir. But also, he seems like he’ll be a bit of trouble. Similar to how Kaito kept getting himself into trouble by being a hot head. Really hoping he sticks around for a while, but knowing how these games go, I’ve probably just jinxed it.

Tozu: Game Master - Goat. I really like this change up from the main line games. Instead of a joyfully creepy teddy bear mascot we have the clearly unhinged cult leader. This should be interesting.

Mara: Enforcer - Panther. We know nothing about her and I already love her. Sure, she almost killed Grace but I’m willing to forgive that very minor transgression. I also just love that they actually gave her tone/muscle definition. Her design is seriously cool.

Outside of the characters I just really dig the art. It’s obviously replicating the usual Danganronpa style (masterfully I might add) but there’s also these really neat little extra touches. I especially love the art for the splash screen showing the Surviving Students countdown and can’t wait to see how they play with that.

I’m just genuinely so stoked to see where this all goes and can’t wait for Chapter 1′s release. At least they do have a lot of the assets finished. Most it now would probably be other splash screens, trial dynamics/mechanics, and ironing out some of the future story points.

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lavandulacosmos · 1 year

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[ATEEZ x John Wick] Park Seonghwa

The Gwishin are the backbone of the Korean assassin organization the High Table oversees, operating out of the Continental Hotel chain. Seonghwa, as a master swordsman and marksman, is also one of the top enforcers for the Seoul crime syndicate. He is nicknamed "the Black Rabbit" for the calling card he leaves with the bodies that the Gwishin deliver as a warning.

Inspired by @maxsix‘s beautiful gifs (x,x)~

#art #myart #ateez #seonghwa #ateez x john wick #atzsource #ateez fanart #so i'm still down the rabbit hole #i might have added a bit to the lore too #but assassin hwa just took up residence in my mind #thank you op for the inspiration

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stalebagels · 7 months

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I recently have been playing Rimworld a lot and so I made a colony and based all of them on the Strike Force. It is a miracle they've survived as long as they have. Here's some of the stuff that's happened since the birth of this clusterfuck because I can't resist sharing it;

(long wall of text below that'll make more sense if you've played the game lol - could be funny out of context though)

- Jon has gotten mauled by mad animals at least fifteen times including by; a rabbit, a pack of nine yorkies, an ibex, and three wolves. Has lost his left eye to an arctic wolf and gotten the plague twice. Has also been shot numerous times and had a lightning strike set both his bedroom and himself on fire. He is a danger magnet and every time I turn around he's downed again. Tamed a rat called Lumpy and a bunch of Megascarabs. Incapable of socializing and honestly same. Saved a muffalo that got struck by lightning and was abandoned by it's trade caravan. Yes he's our animal guy.

- Stephen keeps getting food poisoning and vomiting everywhere - literally the only colonist to get food poisoning four times over in a short period. Got shot once and had his left lung collapse entirely (he's still alive though). Like Jon, a bit of a misfortune magnet but I can leave him unattended for at least a few minutes until he gets food poisoning again. He's also constantly on the verge of starvation. He's primarily the one we use to recruit prisoners aside from Seth.

- Kimmel got his left thumb shot off at some point. The resident chef that for some reason has a rivalry with a child they rescued from the three arctic wolves that took Jon's eyeball and the newest colonist they rescued from the nine crazy yorkies. Considered changing the 7-year-old's name from Maverick to Matt Damon. Unclear if he's the one causing the food poisoning incidents but it seems unlikely.

- Fallon is useless on most counts. Can't do hauling, never cleans, incapable of violence, and his room is a disaster. Someone else has to clean up after him most of the time but hey at least he's teaching that kid we rescued about naughty words. Ironically one of the only ones who hasn't been horribly injured at some point. He does help with cooking sometimes and I would not be surprised at all if it's his fault Stephen's always sick.

- Conan is the other one who hasn't been horrifically injured as of yet. Spends a lot of time researching and is the go-to guy for when traders or visitors come around. Once told Fallon at a binge party that the world would be a better place without him out of absolutely nowhere despite having a friendly relationship and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. Best friends with a colony recruit named Buckley and now they're our two fastest builders. Makes up for the fact that he's incapable of violence.

- Craig is our marksman and has also unfortunately been maimed by several animals but somehow not as many times as Jon has. He's usually out front during raids because he got his hands on an assault rifle. Has gotten a Yeoman title from some kingdom because he sheltered a lady being chased by a crazy rabbit (not the same one that put Jon in the hospital) so now he has a psylink ability and has to meditate a lot. Probably one of the most productive members because he can pretty much do a little of everything.

- John hasn't been injured either, he's also technically our doctor because he has the highest medical skill out of everyone. This poor guy has had to rescue everyone so many times I don't blame him for being constantly on the verge of a mental break. When Conan is unavailable he's the second go-to for trading and interacting with visitors. He really hated a guy called Robert Thompson that we had to take in for 21 days as part of a quest that didn't work or anything and kept getting injured/sick so John had to take care of him most of the time. This poor guy is the sole reason they're all still alive. The colony child Maverick loves him.

- Seth has the second highest medical skill out of them all so he helps John out with the hospital a lot. He's also great at recruiting prisoners, and so when we have them he's our second warden along with Stephen. He's also "physically appealing" and people are predisposed to liking him so that probably helps with the recruiting thing. He also for some reason has a high shooting skill and after that Robert Thompson quest he got his hands on a mini gun and now he's our most dangerous fighter. Once when he was in the hospital recovering from a raid a power conduit exploded and set his hospital bed on fire.

On a positive note, Jon and Stephen got married and they're all still alive as of right now! Jon did die once to a mechanoid in one hit and I got so upset I reloaded the game shhhh

#oh this is NICHE niche #i have a problem that requires me to smash the things i like together even if it makes no sense and that's what this is #it is inspiring me to write a story though because i left so much shit out of this it's almost like a tv show #might sell fallon to the next trading caravan who knows #rimworld #strike force five #strike force eight #late night #john oliver #stephen colbert #jimmy kimmel #jimmy fallon #seth meyers #conan o'brien #jon stewart #craig ferguson #text post

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skyesilva24 · 1 year

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SKETCHES N DOODS (OCs)

made some concept designs of some of my OCs, though, Libby's is more or less final. The others are subject to change... (:3」∠) (some facts/info about them under the cut if you're curious)

Libitina "Libby" - she's a Dark Fae, more specifically of raven descent - her VA would be Takahashi Rie - she would have a British accent/she would be British - she has a bubbly personality, yet gives off an unpredictable air - she stands at 158cm (5'2"); she appears to be in her early 20's Quote: "Would you like to be friends?"

Dr. Sullivan - human?? 👁️👁️ - his VA would be Naoya Uchida (Madara Uchiha) - he's a renowned doctor/surgeon at his workplace (tba) - if I had to give him a nationality, he would be German - he stands at 190cm (6'3"); he appears to be in his mid-40's Quote: "Worry not, dear. You can trust my expertise. After all, I've studied in the field for quite some time~."

Moriarty - his VA would be Yuichi Nakamura - has a knack for business, being in charge of matters such as performing deals and contracts - due to his charismatic nature, he's also in-charge of public relations - he gets bored easily, so he ends up in some form of mischief with Enyo, dragging along Nox much to the latter's chagrin - he stands at 172cm (5'8"); he's in his mid-20's Quote: "Sighs... How dull. Hey, Nox~! Let's get outta here! I know a fine restaurant nearby! Enyo's also tagging along!"

Nox (Fenrir Form) - in his Fenrir form, his VA would be Ryota Takeuchi (Elias Ainsworth from Ancient Magus Bride) - in this state, he stands at 208cm (6'10") - a master at forging weapons, he's often found in the forgery, crafting weapons he could use or wants the others to use - for personal reasons, he'd rather be in his Fenrir form than his human form - as stated by Moriarty himself, Nox's human form is "quite the catch" that the former was willing to date the latter Quote: "You... wish to see... my 'human form'? ...... I'd rather not, thank you."

Moros - he is a skilled strategist - his VA would be Nojima Kenji - he speaks only when it's necessary; when he does, however, he can be quite blunt... and confusing at times - he, and by extension Anpu, would be Dutch - he and Anpu are inseparable - he stands at 165cm (5'5") Quote: "Once the enemy is put under enough turmoil, cracks in their defenses are bound to appear -- a moment of weakness, hahah."

Anpu - they only respond to Moros's orders/requests - they are very protective of him - if you managed to gain Anpu's respect, they will respond to your requests (to an extent) - their VA would be Mayumi Asano (Haku from Naruto) - they are proficient in the polearm, having two bo staffs strapped onto their back - they stand at 175cm (5'9") Quote: "Young master Moros is why I exist. And, I... I am his weapon."

Ombra - she is a skilled huntress and marksman - her main weapon of use is a hunting rifle that she keeps hidden under her cloak - her VA would be Chika Anzai (Sakura Nanamine from TBHK) - she is always seen with a stoic expression - no one can really get close to her, intimidated by her aura - she stands at 152cm (5'0") Quote: "I never miss my target."

Phyn - a rabbit beastman - one of the few people who can easily approach Ombra - he is always found sleeping on a fluffy cloud; at all costs, DO NOT WAKE HIM UP - despite constantly sleeping, he is skilled at Reconnaissance - no one knows how, but he manages to get from point A to point B in a matter of seconds - his VA would be Kenichi Suzumura (Utakata from Naruto: Shippuden) - he stands at 171cm (5'7") Quote: "You pulled an all-nighter again, didn't you? Ahh..... Here. I made some space for you on my cloud."

Dr. Nightingale - she's always found in the library with her nose in a book - her VA would be Atsuko Tanaka (Konan from Naruto Shippuden) - she has a tendency to associate/name others based on various flora -- e.i. she often calls Libby "Kiku" meaning Chrysanthemum in Japanese - she is usually seen wearing a plague doctor mask - she usually speaks in a calm manner, but when riled up, she slips into a Scottish accent - she stands at 180cm (5'10") Quote: "Daffodil, dear, can you-- For crying out loud, MAGNUS!!!"

Enyo - she is "the life of the party", Moriarty as her partner-in-crime - she loves the thrill of battle, brandishing her katanas and sporting a wide toothy grin - she has a fierce temper, often ending up in fights (with Nox) - her VA would be Ami Koshimizu - she stands at 175cm (5'9"), but in her heels, she's 182cm (6'0") Quote: "Morti and me are goin' for drinks. Wanna join in~?"

Aeron - honestly, they're an enigma to everyone (even me :")) - Skye) - scarily quiet when approaching others, Moriarty and Enyo being their main victims -- they don't do it on purpose, I swear ;=; - they maneuver/navigate by using cloth wrappings as their "extra limbs" -- kinda like Doc Ock from Spider-man (つ´∀｀)つ - their VA would be Maaya Sakamoto (Ciel Phantomhive) - they stand at 167cm (5'6") Quote: "...If you need help in dealing with noisy pests... inform me. I'll take care of them."

This was fun to do (´∀｀）I want to create more fun content with my OCs ahfkdlahjakg

#skyesilva24art #my ocs #ocs #oc art #oc artwork #original character #original characters #oc dump #oc lore dump #doodles #sketches #digital art

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