#I am an OC hoarder I got too many

[colourfulmes]

Currently resisting the urges to make ANOTHER OC—

I already have like too many OCs to handle how do I cope with this/j

#rambles #I am an OC hoarder I got too many #I get so emotionally attached I don’t know what I want to do with them #:(( I can’t let them go I created you #ocs #thoughts on me making a pretty long haired boy who’s disturbing raise your hand #my hand is raised but I know I have to resist and focus on the ones I got #stay in the box— NOOOOO/ref

[apolloanddaphnis]

Amberline

Part IV

Disclaimer: Not proofread. Slight fingering. Dick against pussy grinding. French kissing.

A Kyle Scheible x OC fic.

Kyle ended the mall trip by taking me to Build-A-Bear. I secretly am such a stuffed animal hoarder and he found my weakness. Do you know how many skelanimals I have? I picked out a black lab because I always wanted one, but mom would never let me have a dog claiming I'm the most irresponsible person she has ever met. I named my new little buddy Cerberus, and gave him two hearts instead of one because I love him that much and he deserves to be loved. I couldn't believe Kyle bought him for me.

I was trying to not look up at him with big heart eyes, that would be ridiculous and lame, and he'd make fun of me probably. 

Once we got in his car he drove me to the top of a hill overlooking the city.  "This has been a lot of fun." I said looking down as I stroked Cerberus' floppy ear. The Gin Blossoms were softly playing and it all felt a little romantic. 

He leaned in and tilted my chin to have me look up at him, his hooded green eyes focused on my lips made my heart race. "You have such a pretty mouth. "

I looked down again. "They're too thin." My mother always told me I had the kind of lips that couldn't even eat a hot dog.

"No way, they're shaped like a perfect pink heart." His voice was like a sexy soft Gossamer of a whisper.

"I thought you hated participating in the economy. You spent a lot on me today." 

He smirked. "I guess you made me break all my rules." He nuzzled my cheek. "Maybe you are a witch." We then looked into each other's eyes and he pressed his lips to mine.

I missed the feeling of his mouth on mine, as if we didn't make out an hour ago.

I let out a gasp of relief and so did he, like under that cool exterior he was desperate for me too, or was I just easy and available? I don't know, I can't think when he does that thing with his tongue.

I don't know when our seat belts became undone but his hand moved up my skirt to grasp my thighs and I loved the feeling of them there. I let out a shaking moan as he sucked on my tongue and rubbed circles on my inner thigh. I felt it, his thick hardness trying to rip through his pants.

I've never done anything before Kyle, and as he tore his red lips from mine to kiss and suck down my neck, I was trying to talk to myself logically. No Amberline, you should not be tempted to lift your skirt, push your panties to the side and ride his cock. No, don't do it, he'll make you regret it no matter how good his mouth feels–Oh God why does he look so hot with his head under my shirt?

My eyes closed and a breathy, high pitched moan fell from my lips as I felt him suckle on my nipples as he squeezed my breasts. His face was nuzzled and buried into my full cleavage as I reached for any part of him I could grasp. "Kyle!"

"I love your tits, I always have to force something grotesque in my brain to not get hard everytime I look at you." He moaned in his low voice before sucking on a nipple almost painfully.

I yelped and felt myself becoming wetter and wetter. No one has ever wanted my body this much or described it like that, I never thought anything but horrible things. I hated this body so much that I ended up in the hospital because of it, so to hear Kyle wanting it finding it desirable…

He ripped my shirt off and discarded my skirt, so quickly I was only in my panties before him. I attempted to hide myself, ever since I got "better " my stomach has been a little soft, my ass a little bigger and breasts now double D's, I looked away. "No." He growled softly and gently grabbed my face to force me to look at him. He kissed me slowly but the depth was there, he drowned me in the intensity and I lost myself to the point I unwrapped my arms from my body to wrap around his neck. His tongue gently nudged mine and his hands moved down my waist to my thighs, squeezing them.

With a gasp he pulled his mouth from mine and his hair fell in his face. "So hot, look at you baby, like my own personal centerfold for Playgoth."

I giggled causing him to groan, I felt his tent against me. "Don't do that, baby don't giggle, it'll make me bust. I need to be inside of you. I have to, I'll chew my hand off to get there." He kissed up and down my neck making me feel that dizzy feeling again. "Mmm Kyle, I- ah!" I moaned as he pushed his hand into my panties to roll my clit. "Oh f-fuck!" I squealed.

He licked my throat and nipped my jaw. "You're so wet Jesus." He slipped a finger in me as his thumb managed to tend to my clit, I almost burst into tears with the amount of pleasure inside of me like a volcano with lava ready to burst. "I'm a virgin!" I burst out.

He paused, his breath hot on my neck, I felt him twitch against me. "Fuck, fuck…that's so…" he pulled me closer with his other arm and I nuzzled his hair in response. "I know the concept of virginity is just a con invented by the church but fuck, I find it really hot that no one else has touched you like this. No one else has, right?" His question came out as a demand.

I shook my head. ''Everything was a first for me today. I promise."

He stole my mouth in an aggressive kiss, he kissed me so hard and I daresay possessively,  as he pulled me even closer the feeling of my naked body against his clothed one made me feel strangely safe. I hardly know him but I feel like I've known him forever. I feel like he's weighed down expectations and something else, and I want to be his happy place so badly, like he has become mine. I know my therapist told me not to be codependent but I can't help it, not with him I just can't. 

"Let's save that first for another time." He said when we came up for air.  He then undid his pants and stroked out his cock, I felt my abdomen burn and my pussy throb at the sight of a cock that could easily be mistaken as a flesh colored cucumber.  He was leaky at the tip and I had an urge to lick it. "You look so hungry for it baby, but right now I just want to feel you, can you do that for me? Be my good girl and let me just feel your wet heat?" 

I nodded.

"Words baby, I need words." I shivered

"Yes Kyle." 

He moaned and had me lay down and spread my legs, his eyes were on my jiggling breasts and he started to rub his engorged member against me, it was sandwiched between my folds and he slapped it against my clit a little earning a cry from me. He the held my body close he rocked against me, it felt so fucking good. "K-Ky-Kyle!" I whimpered.

He panted softly a whisper of a whimper oozed from and he began to rub against me faster as he sucked my breast into his mouth. I rolled my hips up against him whining as I tugged on his hair. "Fuck!" I have never felt so good, he makes me feel so good. I don't want it to end.

My fingers moved inside his shirt to rub his chest and he shuddered, grinding against me faster, his breathing uncontrollable  and I was glad I had the same effect he had on me. He lifted his mouth from my breasts to look into my eyes with burning intensity, rutting his hips faster. I cried out feeling close and I tried to close my eyes but he grabbed my jaw forcing me to to look into his eyes as his rutting became more aggressive against my clit and almost slipped down into my entrance. 

My lips parted as pornographic sounds came from it, his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated and I sucked in one of the fingers that held my jaw, causing his hips to snap forward sloppy and hard. "I'm almost- Kyle oh fuck, please, please, I- please!" Tears poured down my cheek in ecstasy and he leaned forward to lick up everyone. "You are such a good little girl for asking for permission, fuck where did you learn that?" His teeth grazed my cheek and his hold on my jaw squeezed tighter. "Cum!" He growled his command and I screamed his name as I released all over his cock and his pants. My body convulsed. I felt possessed, and he burst his cock released ropes and ropes all over my abdomen and dripped down my pussy.

He collapsed against me, cheek on my breasts. Panting like a dog, but not too weak to not hold me tight. "Inside of your pussy, wet hot, I felt with my fingers.." He mumbled all dazed. 

I was too happy to be confused.

@meetmyothersouls

#timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x oc #kyle scheible #lady bird

[soulshards-ooc]

(Random Ask) Do you have a favorite amongst your characters? Someone you always seem to go back to no matter how many characters you make?

Oh, I love a random ask - thank you! Now, to the question....

I do but I don't have favourites, if that makes sense. It's complicated, I suppose, as I am a hoarder by nature and that stems over to my OC's, too. I don't really like... deleting them, getting rid of them, or anything like that. Cause sometimes I just get a vibe and want to take screenies with them or RP them. Out of all the OC's I've made, I've only ever got "rid of" 2.

By this, I mean, I have deleted them as a physical character from FFXIV, however the concept and notes and all the developments and stories I made with them are still written down, their looks are saved on the game (so I can still take screenshots with Crimes), and I could very easily remake them if I wanted to play them again. But these 2 characters I found were... not many people seemed to want to RP with them outside of needing them as a purpose (myself included, one of them was specifically a childhood friend of my main at the time, that I made for story purposes, and then just kept around and developed as their own for a bit), so it seemed irrelevant to keep them around for that. But as I said, they are not gone and may likely come back in the future if I felt like it.

Anyways - I'm waffling, and just pointing out how bad I am at getting rid of things (it's a problem, I know). But I don't have favourites, I have phases. Depending on the themes I want to write, depends on who I'm probably going to be playing/writing prompts and stories for.

But, Dee is my oldest OC. I've had them since I first started playing the game, and their character has been a constant. I've never changed them, I've never reworked them, only developed them though RP. I think I tried new classes on them to RP but I didn't like it and went back to what they were good at: smashing things. So in a sense - I always go back to Deeza. They will always be a character I want to do RP on, despite all the shit that's happened with old RP partners, I don't want that to sour their character. And because I put so much effort into their character that I don't want them to just fizzle out into nothing... but I also know it's hard to maintain so many OC's at the same time, so I will go through phases of having a favourite, and kind of pick the OC I'm vibing with most at the time - like now, it's Nanako, and she's who I want to play and make content for.

So basically I'm playing spin the wheel with my OC's and whoever it lands on is my favourite for that moment. I love them all. Let me have more brain space to do more and RP more thank you.

I hope that... sort of answers your question?? Thanks for asking it, though!

#// questions #thanks for the question coffee!!!!! #tldr; i cant pick a favourite i love them all #// askmemes

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Introduction!

Redoing my intro post cuz I felt like it lol (copied this from Whumpmas in July day 1)

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Name: I’m Kira! That’s the name I primarily use on this corner of the internet, but you can also call me Kiara, Nicholas, or Lysander. I’m a bit of a name hoarder. 

Gender: Male, he/him 🏳️‍⚧️

Favorite season: Winter! It’s the perfect time to stay cozy indoors. 

Average amount of sleep: Normal amount. I have a good sleep schedule. 

Dream job: One that gives me a lot of money. 

Blog established: April 2022!

Reason for URL: My name is Kira and I am a whump enthusiast. 

Fave Whump Tropes: Oh it is tangent time. 

For whumpees, my all time favorites are villain whumpees/whumper-turned whumpees, and immortal whumpees. I love villain whumpees and whumper-turned whumpees because it always adds a lot of juicy character dynamics. Like whumpers being convinced that they’re the good guy, or caretakers being conflicted on whether to help them. the whumpee thinking they deserved the pain, or that no one would want to help them because they’re not good. And maybe that’s partially true, but they still get care and love and help anyways, no matter if they’re a bad person or not.  I like immortal whumpees for a simpler reason. They can take anything you throw at them and you can really go to the extremes of hurt. It’s so fun!

For whumpers, I think my main taste is that they think they’re the good guys, or at least their actions are justifiable in some way. These are my favorite for reasons I can’t quite explain.

As for hurt tropes, I love love love electrocution and asphyxiation. Starvation too, it’s the best. Isolation and sensory deprivation always hit the spot too.

I’m not really into comfort as much as hurt. Don’t really have any fave tropes there. 

Other tropes I like are fear, begging, and whumpee thinking caretaker is their new whumper.

Projects you’re working on: 😭 I’ve got too many but I’ll never finish them all. 

Favorite color: Blue. Will fight anyone who calls me basic. 

Extra: Whump and OC making are the only things I do now lol. I should talk about the latter more. 

#whump intro #whump introduction

[enternecersarc]

𝐀  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍:  𝙷𝙾𝚆  𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂  𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸  𝚁𝚄𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝:  it honestly depends on what is going on in my life. i do try to always have something on my queue, but you might be waiting a few weeks or months for a reply. though you might also receive it instantly as well. because i have the muse and i know what i want to write, i just don’t have time to sit down and do it. basically, be patient with me please?

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬:  i’ve made a post about this before, but i do have a tendency to reply faster to the people i’m close to ooc. that said, i’ll always reply ooc on discord faster than i’ll reply to things ic on the dash. discord is fast and easier and mobile friendly. so come chat with me and i promise to keep you entertained with headcanons and gifsets and random thoughts.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:  i rarely post starter calls anymore, unless i want something very specific to write (cue my ocs only starter call i just posted.) your best bet is to send me a meme or have me send you memes which i’ll inevitably reply and turn into a thread (it is why i have so many drafts too.)

𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱:  the way to my heart is memes. send 3, send 13, send 33. i love memes and i love using them to develop things and test chemistry and put our muses in 923982 different universes together. that said, i am a meme hoarder. i emptied out my inbox but i still saved some on my google spreadsheet alongside other archives’ and old blogs’ memes. so really, this is a big box of surprises to you.

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲:  i’ve been on indie for too long now (on and off), to the point where i am highly selective for my own comfort. i do not want to surround myself with people who do not bring me joy. if i don’t think we’d vibe, i won’t follow/follow back. if i change my mind about our vibes, i’ll soft block. it’s just... very marie kondo. that said, i used to be a huge bitch about aesthetics and ain’t nobody got time for that. i just cannot for the life of me follow people who do not cut posts or tag their posts. it makes me anxious.

𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:  it exists and it will probably always exist because i am a thirsty and needy *lowers voice* bitch. but i rarely get things from it. maybe change that? *wink wink*

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:  i am severely intimidated by how talented all my mutuals are and i am terrified of scaring people away by my talkative awkwardness. that said, once we do start talking and find our pace? you’ll always have a friend in me, regardless of how much we actually write. it just sometimes takes a while to get there. don’t give up on me?

tagged: i stole from the dash!

tagging: whoever wants to do this!

#* ･ﾟ ◞ OOC POST ⁘ 𝚘𝚘𝚌 。

[rosenongrata]

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary. Two sides of the same coin—the divine man and the accursed lady will one day intertwine.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. this took fucking forever. BUT I AM DID IT! apparently experiencing a significant amount of anger, loneliness, and heartbreak does shit to an mf! cw for death

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 Link. || Directory.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C. 1.7k

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 CW. the abyss order are blatant bastards, no shame fr. eventual romance. blood & injury & violence. trauma/mental illness exploration. slow burn. death & grieving. OC-CENTRIC, OC-INSERT. OC X CANON.

Chapter 7 — Familiar Taste of Poison

That night, after finding the orphanage to take care of the young boy Lanqing, Hauteclaire spends the rest of her Mora on wine. After sufficiently getting drunk off her behind, she trudges and wobbles out of the city. Now that she has the right medicine for Eduard, she can finally resume taking care of him (and hoping that Ramona gets off her back.)

Although, in the dead of night as she walks along the manmade path back to Mondstadt…

A Treasure Hoarder's arrow pierces her right through the back—spearing an artery near her heart. Stumbling forward, she soon collapses to the ground with a grunt. Then, she feels her body growing numb and still—just like so many years ago. Unable to physically panic, her mind begins to run.

(It better not be the Abyss again… It couldn't be Hilichurls, they don't know how to make or use paralytics. Who is it, then—?) She snaps out of her drunken haze, the fear settling in. And then she hears grave voices.

"I think we shot down the wrong person…" A human voice utters as several sets of footsteps approach her paralyzed body.

(I need to play dead… Maybe they're dumb enough.) She remains as still as possible. (They're definitely human, too… Thankfully.)

"We didn't get a description of the person from that…contact, so I'm pretty sure we got the wrong lady." Another voice chimes in.

"Ugh, now we need to hide the body. Remove that arrow and she'll be dead in seconds." Someone with confidence in their tone says, and she can only assume it's their commander.

Dead in seconds, huh? That's what they think, she smirks mentally.

—

Waking in the early hours of the morning—the silence and darkness that traps her are deafening. While stuck, she judges that she's in a shallow, poorly-made grave. Sighing mentally, she then uses the rest of her strength to start digging out of the small burial mound. 

Finally finding air and sunlight once more, she takes a deep breath. Her hands grasp the bottom edge of the rectangular grave, pulling her head just above ground. Her stark yet pale golden eyes find the grave diggers without struggle and with a smirk,

"If the Abyss can't hold me down, neither can hell."

—

After knocking out the last gravedigger—with fists and fury alone—she spares their lives. She's not the murdering type, at least according to herself. Although, despite sparing them, their unconscious bodies still litter the gravesite. She scoffs, throwing all three of them—one by one—into the shallow hole. 

Reap what you sow, as they say. 

With that done, she moves on with her new day—doing her damnedest to take it easy and avoid trouble at the same time. Covered in lots of dirt and some blood, she trudges back to Mondstadt, even through rain and mud. 

But little does she realize...

—

Arriving back in Mondstadt, Hauteclaire yawns loud and clear while the sun hovers overhead. As she yawns longer than anticipated, she pats her hands over every pocket on her person. At first, relatively empty pockets didn't strike her as odd—no thanks to her tired condition. But, when it hits her that her pockets are empty...

Then she realizes that all her belongings are gone.

Gone.

(Dammit! I should've checked my pockets before I left!) Her teeth clench behind her lips that screw shut. Immediately, her body tenses up. (My keys... My wallet... The medicine...) Her eyes tightly shut, holding back frustrated tears that well up.

Then, she stares down at her trembling hands—seeing the blood of all her mistakes on her hands. But, in the end, it's a mere hallucination. One she can't get past even to this day.

...The Void Realm has its way of leaving lingering effects on a person like that.

"No... No... It's all my fault—"

"Oh, Lady Hauteclaire, there you are—" A familiar voice chimes in—polite and gentle, yet anxiety is apparent from the tremble in the voice. "Are you alright...?" They follow up, noticing her strange behavior.

"Ah!" Hauteclaire gasps, nearly screaming instead. She shakes off her worries and stress for the moment only to see Jean in front of her. 

It's been so long since they've talked... One can guess that's simply what growing up does.

"Oh, I'm sorry—!" Jean jumps slightly, "I didn't mean to scare you..." She explains with a slow voice, not wanting to further spook her old babysitter.

Hauteclaire takes in a few deep breaths to recompose herself, "It— It's alright." She nods, looking right as rain as she can manage within moments. "What's up?"

"Ah, well..." Jean flusters a little, a soft pink tint rising to her cheeks. She then clears her throat and straightens her back, "I've been...temporarily promoted to the Grandmaster position of the Knights. It's only while Grandmaster Varka is away." She explains, albeit still rather sheepishly.

"I see. Congratulations on such a strenuous promotion. I mean... It's wonderful as it is strenuous. But, still, I think you're the perfect candidate." Hauteclaire assures.

"You truly think so?" Jean gasps a little, a tiny smile making its way to her lips. "Well, uhm—" Then her face falls again, "I've been stuck... Or, at least, that's how it feels these past couple of first days as the new Acting Grandmaster." Her gaze drifts away, staring out to the city laid before them.

"About what specifically?"

"I am...unsure of how to divide my attention to so many tasks. I am already adjusted to being so busy, but this is a whole new level."

"You should ask your coworkers their thoughts on that, I think. I don't have much—if any at all—expertise as a knight, so I wouldn't be able to provide much of anything that's substantial." Hauteclaire explains, "Regardless, you should listen to others' thoughts and opinions almost always. They can offer new perspectives and insight."

"Oh! That's perfect!" Jean lights up, looking back at the older woman again with sparkles in her eyes, "Th-thank you so much, Lady Hauteclaire." She nods, "I must be off now, but... I will repay you with some dinner tonight if that's alright." 

"Sure." Hauteclaire nods back.

And with that, Jean rushes off back to the Knight's headquarters. Hauteclaire sighs and rubs either side of her aching nose bridge with both hands.

—

No one has seen Ramona in the flower shop today despite the sign on the window saying it's open. Some patrons threatened to call in one of the Knights to look for the young owner, but every person rejected the idea as soon as it came into their heads. Instead, they would leave the shop and go to the other florist in the city to get what they were pining for.

None of them know how her unsteady breaths and quaking sobs fill every corner of the hardly lit room she sits in. Her warm hand grasps the colder one that lies limp next to her on the sofa. She whimpers and sniffles—she no longer cares about the bitter stench of death around her.

"I'm sorry, Papa... I couldn't do anything for you after all..." She chokes on more of her salty tears, "I'm so pathetic..." She sighs, relief washing over her from the solitary moment of being able to breathe.

Her tired brown eyes flit open halfway, barely managing a half-hearted glare at the brand-new Dendro Vision that rests on the floor in front of her. Its green glow illuminates her face and the wooden ceiling.

"Even the Gods are mocking me for my incompetence..." 

"Ramona? I'm back!" A familiar voice shouts from the nearby foyer.

It's Hauteclaire.

“Clara…” Ramona mutters without an ounce of energy. And then her eyes fall shut once more as the older woman enters the dimly lit room. She's now lost the energy to say a single word more.

"...Ramona?" Hauteclaire speaks once more, the stench of the deceased hardly budges her—or even alerts her. After spending so much time in the Abyss, the scent of death is almost a breath of fresh air compared to that suffocating, inodorous darkness. Mondstadt's sweet breezes were more jarring than human expiration.

Of course, while it takes time, the tired woman catches onto the scent. She doesn't gag—it doesn't even make her eyes water. If anything—it's familiar to her, bringing a faint sense of nostalgia. She doesn't revel in it, though, she moves on as she must. Death is all but a cold and familiar embrace.

"...I was too late." The family friend bemoans in a subdued tone, one hardly audible. "Ramona. Listen to me." She approaches the young lady, grabbing her arm—

Smack!

Now there's a red hand mark across her cheek.

"Leave me alone! Leave me with him! Please, one more hour!" Ramona wails, her sobbing fit coming back to her tenfold as she curls up closer to the side of the sofa. "Please... Please... Come back, Papa..." She whimpers and whines before choking on her tears, gagging on her own snot and grief.

Hauteclaire doesn't budge, but her grip on Ramona's arm loosens to a more comfortable grasp. When she begins to choke a little too hard on her tears, Hauteclaire pulls her to her feet before throwing the shorter lady over her shoulder. Ramona's eyes screw shut even tighter as she begins to kick and scream, "Let me go! Let me go!" Yet Hauteclaire ignores her desperate demands.

They arrive outside in the sunlight—it's still as bright and warm as ever. The sun doesn't simply yield to death, the stars shine even in darkness. Hauteclaire sets Ramona down on her feet again—and when the younger woman tries to charge back inside, the older one pulls her in close.

"You need sunlight," Hauteclaire advises; her voice abruptly soft, contrasting her firm hold around her. "Please, Ramona, breathe... Deep breaths from your stomach, alright?" She whispers, watching her do as told, "Thank you. That's a good girl." She runs a hand through Ramona's messy hair, bringing some solace to her grieving heart.

"Bring him back... Bring him back, Clara..." Ramona weeps, her weary head falling against the other's shoulder. Her eyes are heavy as stone from the hours of grieving, it's a feat by itself that she can keep them open enough to lock eyes with the one holding her. "Or... Or...keep holding me. For just a while longer..." A heavy sigh leaves her chest, eyes finally shutting from exhaustion.

"...I will, Ramona. I will do exactly that."

And so she did. 

Navigating the lightning storm of grief and heartbreak is something none can prepare for. But, at least silently existing in someone's arms for a while helps a little, right? 

To hold and to be held is human, after all.

#mine #genshin impact #oc #original character #fic: ancient dreams in a modern land #canon x oc #oc x canon #ship: zhongclaire #eventual romance

[mxthtea]

oh hey another one of my own ideas *shoves my 12 req to the side*

scara x gn!lreader / cyno x gn!reader warnings: scars, touching said scars, reader's shirtless (nothing described), mentions of past injuries and battles, the boys are so ooc they might as well just be an oc, written before scara n cyno's releases, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description: his touch felt nice against your cheek, running across one of your many scars placed there. you tilted your face into his palm and kissed his hand. you loved him, just as he loved all of you. word count: 1.4k beginning: 185 scara: 603 cyno: 642

(i dont have a cyno banner yet)

his touch feels so nice against you. as one of his arms is wrapped around you with the other reaching up to your face. his touch was gentle as it glided across your skin. he stopped at your collarbone, lightly tracing over a mark that went across it. you couldn't remember how you got it. it wasn't one of the deeper ones, so you just forgot about it.

his hand moved up to one on your neck. it wasn't one of the worst either but you remember the story behind it, you bet he remembers too. you felt his arms get the slightest bit tighter around you. his thumb rubbed against it for a few seconds before finally moving up to your face. there were scratches he ran his fingers over. a scratch that went across your nose that you got from hilichurls. it wouldn't scar at least.

his touch felt nice against your cheek, running across one of your many scars placed there. you tilted your face into his palm and kissed his hand. you loved him, just as he loved all of you.

scaramouche

scaramouche is always unusually quiet in these times. you always wondered why but never bothered to ask him, just in case it was something sensitive to him. you'd wait if he ever wanted to tell you.

scara's hand moved from your cheek, wrapping it around your back as he brought you close to him. he tucked his head into you bare shoulder. he wasn't usually like this, but it was nice.

"do you have a long mission soon?" you asked.

you moved your hand up into his hair as he leaned further into your shoulder.

"...no," he replied. his arms tightened around you as he tried to get you even closer to him.

you nodded as you continued to run your hands through his hair. his hands moved across your back and felt across the scars there too.

"your own soldiers aren't that kind," you joked.

there was a burn that was close to your shoulder, the one scara was laying his head on. you remember the burn it gave, and the anger and concern in scara's voice that day.

"i know," he whispered. his hand ghosted over the burn before he laid his hand on it.

"your skin is so smooth compared to mine… clean in a way."

the harbinger had way less scars compared to you. he had a few across his skin, you always found them nice. you'd compliment them when you could and lightly kiss them. sometimes he'd complain about it, though the smallest bit of red on his cheeks proved you otherwise.

"yet yours has more of a story to tell…" scara said, "how you seem to always make it through the worse. and also a reminder for me scold you more when you come back with blood all over you and your weapon cut in half."

you chuckled at the last part, you even felt a small smile form on scara's face against your shoulder.

"i guess that is true, but i bet yours is nicer to hold though. your skin is soft."

"who said you weren't nice to hug?"

"well i just thought about it -"

"shush, you feel fine."

you let out an amused breath as scara didn't reply any further. you weren't wrong really, scara was nice to hold. his skin felt soft, smooth, you'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous at times when you thought about it. who knew a harbinger, someone who gets orders from the tsaritsa herself, could still look as clean as ever. seemingly untouched by some battles somehow. though you knew that part was completely false.

"you are completely fine," scara said, "i see no problem with how you feel to hold. you're… nice."

well you didn't completely expect that. it was a nice surprise though. you leaned further into scara's touch as the room went silent again. it was a welcomed one though, a silence to bask in each others presence.

he'd hold you like this for a bit longer, running his hands across your skin and tracing your scars. he was amazed you'd let him see you in your bare form. but he was thankful as well, having you trust in him. soon he'd fall asleep against you again, after finally tracing every part of you again as well. you'd wish him goodnight and lay down with him to slowly drift off to sleep next to him.

he was thankful for the amount of trust you had for him, and you were thankful for him to love every piece of you as he did. even the marked and scarred skin of yours. he loved you, truly.

cyno

cyno was a scholar, one that wouldn't travel often. you on the other hand, traveled a lot across teyvat. yet you'd always come back to him. it's no wonder you'd come back with scars on your body and blood on your face. that doesn't mean it didn't worry him though.

"is your nose okay?" cyno whispered.

"mhm, just a small scratch from fighting hilichurls. reported it to the knights when i went to talk to lisa," you said.

"is lisa doing alright?"

"yep, lazy as ever. we had some tea together, it was nice."

cyno nodded as he ran his hand across your face. his touch felt so gentle against you, he could never hurt you then. and he would never hurt you either.

you felt his other hand move downward. down from your stomach and to your thigh. there was another large-ish scar laying there.

"couldn't walk for a while after getting this one, as you probably remember," you laughed dryly. the memories were still present.

the scholar didn't respond, simply running his hands across the scar. he remembered you having to stay in bed for a long time after getting captured by those treasure hoarders. he didn't expect them to be so violent, but at least cyno was able to track you down in time.

his hand moved abruptly from your thigh to your face, cradling your face in both of his hands.

"cyno? is there something wrong?"

"no, not at all," as all he said.

he kissed your forehead. then he kissed the top of your nose, then both of your cheeks, and finally moved to your lips. it was sweet and quick, just like you're used to. but the quick kiss was full of love and adoration of you, something you could tell easily from cyno.

"i hate seeing you get hurt, you know?" he said, pulling away from you slightly. "the times i've seen you come home with bandages across you chest, arms, face, and legs even. it hurts to see."

you leaned into his touch, letting out a deep breath in thought. you did feel bad for worrying him, coming home all of the time battered up with bruises and scratches across your body. you felt bad each time it happened. cyno was a busy man after all.

"i'm sorry cyno… truly. i don't mean to worry you," you whispered against him.

the scholar leaned closer to you, touching his forehead against yours.

"i just don't want to see you get irreversibly injured… to be stuck down to one place, it'd seem like torture to you. so i wish i could join you when you leave, but it is hard with where i am currently."

you moved your hands to remove cyno's hoodie, just so you could run your fingers through his long hair. you always thought it was beautiful.

"i'll try to stay safe for you. so i don't worry you as much."

"i am aware at times it is impossible to avoid injury. but i ask of you, please look out for yourself as well."

you took another deep breath in before replying, "i will, cyno."

he nodded against you, moving to once again kiss you. though this time it was longer than before. cyno once again wrapped his arms around you as he fell back into the bed. laying you on top of him as he waited to fall asleep with you with him once again.

he loved you, every part of you. he loved how you fought, how you never stood down to an opponent. just how you loved him as well. you loved how he always persevered in his academics, how well he did. how he never seemed to get truly mad at you for something. he loved each part of you, and you loved each part of him as well.

#vennys tales #scaramouche x reader #cyno x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #scaramouche #cyno #i did heads n tails for the prompt (bc i had another) n then 1-3 on which characters #moss chose heads (which was this prompt) n 3 (which is scara and cyno as the characters) #so ye

[tmae3114]

Ro Infodumping

Okay, so, on the one hand, I am not yet actually free the way I thought I would be today on Monday bc I had to get an extension and will be working on the coursework through the weekend

On the other hand, I Have Worked Very Hard This Week And I Think I Deserve To Treat Myself By Infodumping About My OC

(@cyraen-ae, you mentioned wanting to hear about Ro and @df-thoughts, you’ve talked about wanting to hear about hero ocs in general)

This post is gonna be for her Dragonfable incarnation (which, irl, is her original version) and then I’ll do another one for her Mechquest incarnation and none of this is going to be comprehensive bc I’m just doing whatever comes to mind as important. feel absolutely free to ask questions

So! Hero Eibhleann “Ro” Bhaltair! She’s got a slightly different origin to most people’s hero ocs bc she’s... not... actually my player character? I’m the kind of person who’s default game avatar is “my name/username and Whatever Equipment I Think Looks Cool” so I didn’t have an oc for the Hero of Falconreach bc, like, That Was Just Me. And then, in late 2013, I started getting involved with the DF fandom on here, and everyone else had hero ocs and by mid-2014 I decided that I wanted one too!! I didn’t want to be left out, I wanted to join it!! And that is how Ro came to be. I actually basically liveblogged a bunch of it way back when and you can see that if you check out the ‘chronicles of making a hero’ tag on my blog. It’s kinda hilarious to read back for me. Also you will 100% find lore in there that is contradicted in this infodump bc TIME AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MARCH ON

Ro starts off as Baby Girl Baby bc fifteen year old me went “fourteen is a decent age to do this stuff, right? I was fourteen not that long ago so Yeah Fourteen Is Fine” and that is Locked In now

she’s twenty by the point Book 3 is at rn though

base class warrior but she’s a bit of a jack-of-all-trades, having trained in a bunch of other subclasses beyond just the canon dragonlord/dragon base class/soulweaver

ranger was immediately shelved upon her and Zhoom discovering that she becomes a comical threat to herself and others when a bow is put in her hands though

she’s a selkie! I’ve played around a bit with how selkies work but she’s got a sealskin and also her human form has seal teeth bc Yes

said teeth are the reason she wears that mask all the time! she’s had people react Poorly in the past

(ask me about how the mask is an accidental autism metaphor sometime, it’s hilarious)

selkies aren’t the only magical creatures up her family tree. the whole thing is a mess. that’s why she’s got blue hair! I’ve got a whole worldbuilding thing going with her family and other people where they’re from being kinda... malleable, when they’re children, because there’s been so much intermingling of so many magical creatures and since I drew a lot of it from Scottish folklore, there’s a lot of shapeshifters involved. Ro herself is only a selkie bc she stumbled on a heriditary pelt!

she’s extremely aroace and semi-frequently forgets that romance is, like, a thing that exists

Local Hero Is Also Local Autistic Disaster, Please Ask Her About Her Special Interests, “Bladed Weapons” and “Adventuring”, Also How Do People?

absolute hoarder of weapons and armour. she has so much of both

like, you know the Comically Long Disarming Sequence trope? Ro is very specifically the version of that from the Sinbad movie where the other characters go in, handle business, and the disarming character is still disarming when they come back out

she’s got a grasp of, like, utility magic but not a mage’s level grasp of battle magic

oh shoot I just got called for dinner I’m gonna post this as it is and come back to update it in a reblog later

#dragonfable #hero bhaltair #I love my baby girl she's a disaster who's trying her best

[erumai-maadu]

The Hokage Guard Platoon and Flying Thunder Formation

Here I explain (at great length) my personal headcanon on Genma, Raidou, and Iwashi’s chakra types and why it takes all three of them to do the Flying Thunder God jutsu. The explanation gets a bit long, sorry.

A while ago, I wrote a long post on how Tenten should have had Hiraishin no Jutsu and how good she’d be with it. You can find it on my blog if you’re interested (tagged under “back on my hiraishin bullshit”) because Tumblr’s a goober and won’t let me link it.

So I’m writing a fic of it (because of course I am), and in it, Tenten’s gonna find one of Minato’s kunai on a mission, find out what it is, and eventually learn the Hiraishin no Jutsu. As I was plotting the fic out, I hit a problem, because there was no one to teach it to her. Sure, Tenten could learn it on her own, but no one’s perfect, and she should have a teacher so she doesn’t have a fuck up of epic proportions and accidentally time travel or teleport into the void and die, which is exactly what Gai is going to tell her in the fic with less profanity.

Originally, I was gonna create an OC to do it since there’s no one else to teach her. Minato’s out, because he’s just a little dead, and Tobirama is not only dead, but also a jutsu hoarder and would never teach anyone. So then I was stuck, because those two the only ones in Naruto who know the Hiraishin. Or so I thought.

Because then, I had a fucking epiphany and realized Genma Shiranui also knows it.

The Hokage Guard Platoon was taught a minor version of Hiraishin by Minato. It consists of three tokubetsu jounin: Genma Shiranui, Raidou Namiashi, and Iwashi Tatami. During his reign, when they served him, Minato taught them the Hiraijin no Jutsu, or Flying Thunder Formation Technique (imma just call it Hiraijin). Hiraijin works the same way as Hiraishin, but it takes all three of the tokujo to do it.

So then came another problem: why does it take all three of them to pull off that jutsu?

(Everything after this is my theory and headcanon)

In the manga, I think Kishi just wanted to hype up Minato’s abilities and say “hey look he can do something that takes 3 regular ninja to do, so he’s pretty strong!” and I replied, “fuck that, that’s a horrible explanation” and sat there for 40 minutes staring off into the middle distance trying to come up with a better explanation. Here’s what I’ve got:

Genma, Raidou, and Iwashi had the wrong chakra type and they couldn’t stabilize their individual seals.

Important Note: when I say chakra type, I don’t mean nature transformation, I mean what type(s) of jutsu someone’s chakra is suited for. I found this amazing headcanon list of chakra types which I used as reference, so read it because I’m basing everything after this on that. (I reblogged it and added one to it and it should be a fairly recent post on my blog if you want to see it. Credit goes to @deepest-dope and this hellsite once again won’t let me link the original post so fuck tumblr.)

(this paragraph is canon information) Back on topic, Hiraishin and Hiraijin use a seal formula as the “lightning rod” to which a person teleports (hence the name). The way Hiraishin/Hiraijin works is that the seal formula contains a bit of the user’s chakra sealed into it (that’s why the jutsu should also be classified as partial fuinjutsu; it uses a seal to work) and the user just reverse-summons themselves to their own sealed chakra.

Seals have to be balanced, according to canon, so I headcanoned that Genma, Raidou, and Iwashi had the wrong chakra types for the Hiraishin seal, so their individual seals were too unstable (I’ll go into more detail as to why in a moment). When they did a joint seal and each one of them sealed a bit of their chakra into the same seal, it balanced, hence the need for all three of them to make the technique work. Using that list of chakra types, I just picked which ones worked with each of the three.

Genma: I headcanoned him as a stealth chakra type. This means his chakra is light and naturally suppresses itself, which is not good for Hiraishin, because he can’t sense the location of his own seals.

Raidou: He’s a taijutsu type (I’m pathetic and picked it out just because he’s skilled with a sword and we don’t see many jutsu from any of these guys). His chakra’s heavy and doesn’t really like to go out of his body, so putting it into a seal is a hassle. Even worse is that taijutsu type chakra is yang heavy, which is the exact opposite of the chakra used for sealing (yin chakra), which makes the seal even more weak and unstable by himself.

Iwashi: Also a stealth type, so he’s got the same issues as Genma, even though he’s also a sensor (I know he isn’t in canon, but this whole post is me saying fuck canon anyway). The sensor type chakra does give him the benefit of being yin heavy, which is good for seals, but useless if he can’t sense it because of its natural suppression tendencies.

So, seeing all these issues, Minato, fourth Hokage and seal master, pondered on how to fix it and came up with an idea. A group seal that would balance itself because each person’s chakra type was so different from the others’ chakra types.

Raidou’s heavy chakra is balanced out by the two other light chakra types. Iwashi’s sensor type chakra is yin heavy, while Raidou’s taijutsu chakra is yang heavy, balancing those out. Genma’s stealth chakra is balanced between yin and yang, so it won’t affect that ratio. The taijutsu chakra and sensor chakra will cancel out the self-suppressing nature of the stealth chakra, so they’ll be able to sense their seal and draw themselves to it.

So that solved that problem. Yay!

So a quick question I’d like answered for my fic: How do you think Tenten and Genma’s interactions would be based on what little we know of their canon personalities? Chaotic and full of craziness? Snarky and full of back and forth quips? Casual and friendly?

If you guys have any criticisms or additions for my headcanons, I’d love to hear them! Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

#tenten #erumai writes fic sometimes #genma shiranui #raidou namiashi #iwashi tatami #hokage guard platoon #naruto meta #long post #chakra stuff #naruto theory #naruto headcanons #back on my hiraishin bullshit

[water-writings]

Thank you for the tag @morganwriteblr!!!

20 Questions Ask Thingie

1. Name- Melissa

2. Nickname- Mel, Melapede, Melanie, and a ton of others I’ve gained over the years that either stuck or were one offs.

3. Zodiac- Aquarius

4. Height- 5′6 1/2″

5. Languages- English

6. Nationality- American

7. Favorite season(s): Fall (and a little bit of Spring)!

8. Favorite flower: It changes from time to time, but I love carnations, lilies, sunflowers, and roses.

9. Favorite scent: I don’t think I have a favorite. I have a giant collection of candles haha. But I do love the Bath and Body Works Fall scent Sweater Weather. I do like mint, any beach scents, pine, tea.

10. Favorite color: blue

11. Favorite animal: panda

12. Favorite fictional character(s): Oh god too many. I loved Lavi from D Gray Man in high school (still do but not as much), Bucky Barnes, Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Baby Yoda (has officially stolen my heart now that I’ve seen Mandalorian), Aerith Gainsborough, and so so many more.

13. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? Tea! I am a tea hoarder. I have had coffee, but then I discovered tea and haven’t gone back. I’ve only had coffee recently when I had to pull late shifts during work in the past. I do love hot chocolate as well! Just haven’t drank it as much as of late. 

14. Average hours of sleep?2 (if I’m unlucky) but mostly 4-8. 8 if I’m lucky.

15. Dogs or cats? I LOVE dogs. I love animals in general, but dogs have been more prominent in my life because I had one growing up and I’ve had to watch my sister and brother-in-law’s dogs and my brother and sister-in-law’s dogs. I love them all. BUT I recently got my first pet back in October. A (then) 5 month old kitten who is now 8 months named Candy Corn. Didn’t realize that I could change her name until my boss told me that most rescue shelters just generate random names, but honestly I love Halloween and got her in October so it was meant to be. I could literally tell you the story of how I got her if anyone asked. It’s not much, but I love her and thought it was meant to be.

16. Number of blankets? I can sleep with like 5, but right now just three. My bed sheet, the comforter, and a t-shirt quilt. 4 I guess if you count the faux fur throw blanket I throw on the corner that Candy LOVES.

17. Dream trip? Hawaii, Japan, Italy, France, a lot of places really. But these are my top trips.

18. Blog established- Um I think a year ago? My friend @biscottibitch told me about writeblr and even though I haven’t touched my original story in forever and I barely work on my fanfics (trying SO SO hard these days) I am glad I made this blog. I’ve made some really good friends.

19. Number of followers: 229 and I honestly don’t know how. I hardly write now and mostly just fantasize about my OCs. But thank you all for the follow. I hope to get more writing done soon.

20. Random fact- I am an identical twin :)

I tag @oathofoaks @umfleur @biscottibitch @swiftly-heart @loopally @childish-kiwi @nightwingshero @starsandstormyseas (some of you have multiple blogs and didn’t know which to tag sorry haha). And anyone else who wants to play :)

#about me #tag game

[rockshortage]

Hey, sorry to hear about your back problems. Hope you will get better very soon. If you are stuck in bed and feel like answering one of the questions from current list i would ask bout number 12 and 18 for Hector ^^. And thanks for letting me edit your shots, the urge feels strong on some of them.

Ahh thank you, I hope so too ;<; 

And thanks for the ask!

12 .What perfectly-normal-to-them-thing does your OC do that confuses/pisses off/terrifies thier neighbors?

Wearing a mask all the time isn’t super uncommon post war, but it’s a whole other story pre-war. Neighbors have never seen his face. Hell, they almost never see him in the first place, and if they do it’s almost always at night. Sometimes they don’t see him for months and are pretty sure he died, or moved out without their knowledge, or got arrested for the crimes they’re pretty sure he’s committing. But they would rather not try to go talk to him. Same goes for when he’s too noisy, like blasting loud music or using power tools at inappropriate hours. It’s annoying, but he doesn’t do it quite often enough to warrant trying to approach this weirdo.

18. What’s the trashiest item in your OC’s wardrobe, when was the last time they wore it and why do they still have it?

(allowing myself to ramble a bit more here because this was asked twice)

Wheelys because nyoom

This is actually really hard. Starting with what exactly counts as trashy, because I Am Not Sure. From googling I got that it’s a lot of ‘trying too hard to be sexy and failing’ and too revealing outfits (overwhelmingly illustrated on women, I can’t find nearly as many examples on men, go figure 🙄). What comes up less often (though much more on men now) are clothes that are ill-fitting or not appropriate for the occasion.

For Hector, the first category isn’t really applicable because he can’t wear that type of clothing anywhere without the risk of severe consequences due to his sun allergy. Plus, he has absolutely no desire to dress in a revealing way at all, ever, no thanks. It would be more in that second category, or something that maybe he thought was neat but would generally be considered bad taste. I could picture a ratty graphic tee with a bad joke on it or something like that. But he has no idea when he wore it the last time, it was definitely a long time ago, because there’s not much opportunity to wear anything like that. At least not without something under it. Why does he still have it? He’s a hoarder.

Alternatively: something super edgy that was one of the many candidates for his Overboss Outfit (think like... art of a skull / reaper / ... in That Style you know the one, a cape, skeleton gloves, an excessive amount of spikes), until Gage laughed in his face when he tried it on. Hector kept it because he secretly still thinks it’s cool and Gage was just being an asshole, but he will never wear that outfit again.

#ask meme #no no thank YOU for making edits #they're very creative #i enjoy them a lot #unicornu #hector messerli #ask #hector ref

[scrapbookonthemantle]

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

@robobrainmurdermysterytheatre I think you said to tag you if I used this! :D

I don’t really know who hasn’t done this or wants to, so consider yourself tagged if you want to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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What is your name?

“My name? Full? ...Yeah? Alfonzo Vt. Borga.”

“Does the VT stand for anything?”

“Yeah, vocal tubes.” He paused for a moment and snickered at his own joke. “Nah, I don’t know. I can’t even remember my middle name anymore, only things I could find about it were burnt out, that’s all I could find. So now it’s just.. Vt.”

How old are you?

“Oh man. Hitting with the hard questions, huh? Does anyone have a pen and paper? ...A working calculator maybe?” After about 15 minutes of counting on his fingers, scribbling on a stray piece of paper, and staring at the ceiling later... “Two hundred thirty......four? Three? I want to say? That sounds about right.”

What do you look like?

“Ah come on Piper- Do we really have to put a paper in this article?”

“Well yeah, what if there are travelers out in the Commonwealth that don’t know who you are! What’re they going to think?”

“...Only if I get to choose the picture.”

“Deal.”

Where are you from? Where do you live now?

“...Would you believe I was born in a forest? No? Worth a shot. I’m from Bellingham, it’s a little southwest of the glowing sea. I’m currently living in Diamond City.”

What was your childhood like?

“Ah. Uh... I.. I think we should hold that off for another article at some point, Pipes.”

What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

“I’m the founder of the Regrowth branch of the Minutemen, we’re currently working on reestablishing Jamaica Plains. I’m NOT an agent of the Railroad. Who told you that?”

Tell me about your best friend.

“Do I have to answer this one?”

“Come onnnnnn Fonzie.”

“Nick’s a good guy. Great detective. Love having him come along on the travels.”

“Blue!”

“Yeah yeah.” He snickered and ran a hand over his pants. “Piper is... amazing. Gets way too much slack for what she does. An amazing writer, a great snack hoarder, and a FANTASTIC fiancé.”

Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

“Piper and I are engaged, so technically Nat’s part of my family now. She and Shaun get along really well. I.. Nick’s like a brother to me, does that count? He’s an uncle to Shaun.”

“Do you have anything you’d like to say about Shaun?”

“I.. I mean, yeah. Didn’t really prepare anything though.” He clears his throat and leans back to look at the ceiling. “Kid, I don’t know what happened to your original family, or any of that. But you’re so SO much more than that. And I wish... people would get over their fear of synths. Even with the institute gone there’s a lot of people afraid of you and that’s not...right. You’re just a kid. Nobody deserves that.”

“That was sweet.”

“Heh. Thanks Pipes.”

What about a partner or partners?

He motions vaguely across the table at Piper. “Haven’t I already mentioned her like 5 times now? Not that I’d get tired of talking about her.”

Who are your enemies, and why?

“Mm... Not a fan of the Institute, but they’re gone now. Mostly. Still come across some escaped gen 2s shooting at me every now and then. You can’t enslave sentient beings and NOT be at the top of everyone’s hatred list. The Institute is just as bad, if not on the same level as the assholes pre-war.”

Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

“They’re just hindering everyone’s progress. You’re stealing technology and food from CIVILIANS. What’s the point? ...I hate ‘em, is what I’m saying.”

What about The Enclave?

“Don’t really know much about the Enclave? I’ve heard some mentions on the radio but I don’t know much other than that. I think Mac mentioned them once.”

How do you feel about Super Mutants?

“Ehh.. As long as they’re not trying to kill me they’re alright.”

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

“Ah. Hm. ..Probably the battle with the Institute. Ended up in bed rest for a couple of weeks, I couldn’t... I didn’t know what was going on. There were so many lasers firing everywhere, it was almost worse than Bunker Hill.”

Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

“Oh. Yeah, plenty. One up in Salem was probably the worst though. That was.... something straight out of a pre-war horror film.”

Do you like fighting?

“No? There’s never been a choice though. Even pre-war. You fight for your life, or you die.”

What’s your weapon of choice?

“Shaun made me this- this.. this ‘wazer wifle’ and it’s basically the only one I use nowadays.”

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

“Uh...” He fumbled with the dials on his pip-boy until the STATS menu comes up.

Strength - 7 Perception - 5 Endurance - 5 Charisma - 8 Intelligence - 8 Agility - 5 Luck - 5*

*stats adjusted compared to game versions because the fo4 perks system is ridiculous

“Does that help?”

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

“Yeah I got caught up in one when the bombs dropped.” He paused and sighed, shaking his head. “They saved...some..people. I guess. I.. I hate Vault-tec though. Not really a big fan of them. Sometimes they’re useful for scavenging things, though.”

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

“..I haven’t really, I guess. I’m a ghoul. Or- I think I am. Don’t really look like a ghoul, do I?” He pauses and brushes a stray strand of hair away from his face. “Rad-X and radaway are your friends.”

What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

“I really like mutant hounds, but they’re so..hostile.” A grin grows on his face as he continues speaking. “I bought one in Far Harbor named Gracie, she’s such a sweetheart. She’s staying up at the Castle- Ronnie wasn’t a fan when I brought her up.”

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

“Bloodbugs. If you don’t die you just end up feeling weak as hell either way.”

How do you feel about robots?

“I.. have mixed feelings about robots. A lot of that goes in the pre-war paper I mentioned, though.” He sighed and picked at the sleeve of his flannel. “Post-war they’re not all bad, I suppose.”

How many caps do you have on you right now?

“What, are you going to mug me?”

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

“What’s sunset sarsaparilla? Can we get that around here? ..Never Nuka Cola though. I can’t stand the taste anymore.”

Do you do chems?

“...Used to. I had a big problem with them before the war and uh... After.. it.. I guess. Mentats mostly- prewar. Post.. I.. Shoot, I’ve tried just about everything there is out there.”

Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

“Sometimes. I try not to, it just.. it just upsets me. The things they did to people... isn’t..... You can’t...” He trailed off as he stared at the ground, shaking his head. “Next?”

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

“If... If I could go back I’d stop myself from getting hooked on anything. Maybe then I’d have my family back. Even if- Even if it was just for awhile. Even if.. they still...”

What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

“Tough question. I guess freeing all the synths in the Institute. That’s gotta be a big one, right?”

What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

“I want... I want to help the Commonwealth grow again. I want it to get to a point where it’s livable everywhere it can be. I want it to be SO much better than it was before the war. Before the Institute, before any of this. Maybe... maybe someday the Minutemen will grow outside of the Commonwealth to help even more people. I... I’d like to believe everything has a chance to rebuild itself.”

#my ocs #alfonzo vt borga #fallout #fallout 4 #oc meme

[plotholes-and-paradoxes]

11/11/11 Tag Game

not tagged by anyone but i saw this on my feed from @mousetache

1. Are you a character/world hoarder? (as in you have a character that won’t fit so you save it, as with a random world)

I usually come up with the basic plot first/make a plot around a character. The other characters usually pop into existence from there. (Though I have stolen a character’s name from a different WIP cause it fit someone else better.)

2. Besides the shower, where has been the strangest place you’ve gotten ideas?

Once, a song popped into my head for a musical my friend and I wanted to write and I hummed it into my voice memos in a hotel in Holland.

I’ve gotten some setting ideas from choir performances, because we sometimes perform in really fancy spaces and the second I get back to my phone I jot down all the description I can remember.  

3. Do you hoard reference books?

Not really? I hoard books in general and sometimes they happen to be about what I’m writing about. 

4. Are you an organized person, or a messy one and do you think it matters?

I’m messy when it comes to my room and stuff of that nature. However, I need very, very thorough outlines when it comes to writing. It definitely matters for me when it comes to writing. But irl I kind of find clutter charming?

5. Have your favorite books influenced your writing?

That’s a hard question! These aren’t all my favorite books anymore but they definitely introduced me to different aspects that I find very important. 

Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingells Wilder. My mom and I read this entire series multiple times when I was little and I’ve always loved that sort of warm, cozy family environment in those books.

They Both Die at the End from Adam Silvera really introduced urban fantasy to me (I had read some before but I hadn’t really recognized what it was). I really love what I call “low fantasy,” aka a magic system within our existing world and I think it’s extremely interesting to read and write. 

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz. I love the poetic language and the queer story. Definitely influenced my style as a writer. 

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Be still my ever beating heart. My senior quote is literally “I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I’ve made them right.” Everything about that book -- the pacing, the depth, the emotion, it’s like a masterclass in good writing. 

Honorable mentions to The Giver, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, Green Angel, and The Raven Cycle

6. What got you into writing?

My dad would make up stories for me when I was little and my mom would read to me and some point along the way, I started telling stories too. I still have some terribly-spelled stories I wrote in elementary school. 

7. Count your notebooks, how many, be honest

This question pains me. 

11 that I can find, at least 2-3 more that I cannot find. 

Of those 11:

The journal with a marble cover that says “make things happen” and a gold/brown ribbon is the one I’ve been writing in since the end of middle school. (Funny-not-so-funny story, I once left it at school during the weekend and I swear I didn’t breathe until it was back in my hands.) 

The purple-and-pink marble notebook with black floral patters on is my notebook from early middle school. It is cringey and it is full and I adore it.

I’m not counting my half-dozen reporters notebooks that I’ve accumulated from journalism conventions over the years. 

8. Do you have any weird hobbies that you gave to your oc?

My literal only hobbies at this point are writing and reading. I want to get back into jewelry making and sewing and I really want to learn how to bake bread or make preserves. (This is my long way of saying that no, I don’t have any weird hobbies that I can my OCs.) 

9. Which oc is most like you, which is most different?

Most like me: Seren. In writing my second draft, I realized how many times I shoved in pieces of myself when I didn’t know what to say about her. 

Most different from me: Probably Ms. Halley or Mrs. Adara? I created them specifically to be mother figures which is just something that I can’t really see myself as. (My mom and I have had multiple discussions about the fact that I don’t think I want kids.) 

10. What’s your favorite world you ever created? This isn’t a visit question, but which one has made you the most satisfied?

I’ve only ever really created one world, two if I’m being generous, three if I count the fairy world I created when I was nine. But I am really proud of the world Spellbind is set in -- affinities passed down through families, certain affinities are more respected than others.

11. Do you have any chapters that you’re excited to get to?

I always love editing the scenes where Seren and Lydia interact. In my second draft, I still need to add a couple scenes and of those, I’m most excited for the dream sequences because they’re really fun to write. 

I think I’m supposed to make questions but I really like these ones. I’m tagging @saintsophia, @radley-writes, @gingerly-writing, and @noxstories, but if you’re interested, please respond!!! 

#tag game

[coldphoenixcreations]

Gift - Keepsakes

A/N:- Just a little idea I thought of a while ago… I know you were feeling down today Blue so I thought this might cheer you up… hopefully lol 😅 Basically a little post-Frieza’s death scene between @bluejettyy’s OC Tundra and my OC Glacia. I hope you like it!

xxxxx

Tundra slowly walked upon the marble floor, awkwardly, and timidly… it had been a while since he’d been here. He hadn’t come to Frieza’s home often; it was reserved for his wife and son… his lovers had no business being here. But… Tundra had come here, a few times. He’d been special. Or at least… he’d felt special. But then… Frieza had probably made all his lovers feel special. Was Tundra special at all…? He’d been in this palace a couple of times, when Glacia and Kuriza were away. He’d slept in Frieza’s bed… not the bed he shared with Glacia, though. Just… one of the guest rooms. But it had felt real, and special. … Like they were married. Hehe. That was stupid…

Tundra stepped into one of the reception rooms, and was greeted by Glacia’s polite smile. He kind of liked Glacia… they’d sort of been friends. Tundra had worked for Frieza as well, so he’d naturally come across Frieza’s wife from time to time. She knew all about his relationship with her husband – actually Tundra had always felt like he was her favourite out of all of Frieza’s lovers. She was always nice to him… “Tundra.” Glacia stood up, and moved closer to him, outstretching her arms. “How nice to see you.” She gave him a polite hug, and smiled. She looked good, that was the first thing Tundra noticed. Glacia always looked so well-presented and groomed, but… normally she had a cold face. She was polite and friendly, and she smiled all the time, but it was always fake. Now, though… she seemed genuinely happy. She hadn’t liked Frieza much… being a widow obviously suited her… “Y-You too…” Tundra uttered awkwardly. “Please – have a seat, darling. Would you like a drink?” Glacia sat herself down, and picked up her wine. “No… thank you.” Tundra said, sitting down. He cleared his throat, and looked at her. “Um… why am I here?” He gasped slightly, catching himself. That sounded rude. “Sorry, I mean – … is everything alright, Glacia?” “What?” Glacia smirked. “Just because he’s dead we can’t still be friends?” “… It’s been six months.” Tundra answered. “I haven’t seen you…” It was true, he hadn’t. He hadn’t even spoken to her. When Frieza had died Tundra had sent her flowers… he didn’t know what else to do. He didn’t know what the etiquette was. What were you supposed to send your boss’s widow…? When you were in a relationship with him as well? And she knew about it? And she didn’t even like him anyway? It was such a bizarre situation, and Tundra certainly didn’t know how to handle it. But he’d sent her flowers, and a nice card, and she’d sent a thank you card in return… and then they hadn’t spoken for six months. Until Tundra got a call from one of Frieza’s servants, saying Glacia wanted to see him. They didn’t say why. So… here Tundra was.

Glacia lowered her eyes, almost looking guilty for a moment. “Yes, well… I’ve been busy.” She offered him a polite smile. “You know… sorting out insurances and his things… to be honest, I’ve been struggling to keep his competitors away.” She laughed slightly. “Do you have any idea how many offers I’ve had, just this week? Now that I have Frieza’s name, they all want to marry me.” “I… can imagine…” Tundra looked away, trying to keep his cool. Did she know she was doing this…? Glacia wasn’t really a mean person, but she wasn’t naïve either… She knew how much Frieza had meant to Tundra. Maybe her marriage to him was fake, but Tundra had loved him! He still loved him! And now she was bragging about how her dead husband’s name was making it easier for her to move on? Was she serious? Tundra shouldn’t have come here. He felt hot, and light-headed… he just wanted to go… “Speaking of his things…” Glacia set her glass down, and picked up a capsule from the arm of her chair. She held it out to Tundra, and smiled. “These are yours.” “… What?” Tundra frowned. “Open it.” Glacia instructed.

Tundra hesitated, but he obeyed. He took the capsule, and released its contents. Revealing… a map. A large, beautiful map of the universe. Sealed behind shimmering glass, framed with gold… Tundra recognised this… It used to be in Frieza’s private lounge. And stones… there was a small collection of large, ornamental gemstones, worth a fortune. Frieza had used them as decoration in his lounge; he liked to own valuable, rare things. He’d told Tundra once that they were all from planets that didn’t exist anymore… planets he’d sold or destroyed, actually. These stones were rare, maybe the only ones of their kind left in the universe… What was this…? Tundra looked at Glacia, frowning in confusion. “I – I don’t understand.” “They’re his.” Glacia stated. “You must have seen that map?” She smirked. “I know he let you in his private room. It meant quite a lot to him. He used to look at the universe, and wish that he owned it…” She huffed, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Silly, I suppose. Most would say it was his ambition that got him killed. But then I suppose, it was his ambition that made him such a success…” She reclaimed her drink, and took another sip, relaxing into her chair. “Money does come at a price, I suppose.” “And… these are his stones?” Tundra uttered. He still didn’t understand… “Mm.” Glacia nodded. “To be honest, Kuriza wanted them, but only because he’s stubborn. They don’t have any sentimental value to us, no more than the rest of Frieza’s things. Kuriza is just a hoarder. I told him he couldn’t keep all of his father’s belongings.” “Oh – no, please…” Tundra put the items back in the capsule, and held it out to her. “If Kuriza wants these –” “Kuriza only wants them so nobody else can have them.” Glacia smirked. “He’s like his father in that respect. Things only become valuable when they are taken from somebody else.” “… I’m not much into fancy ornaments…” Tundra mumbled. “I mean – Zarbon would love –” “Zarbon has been given enough pretty things by Frieza over the years.” Glacia stated. “I can promise you that. All he ever wanted was Frieza’s money – and I’m telling you, whenever something nice caught Zarbon’s eye, you can guarantee he got Frieza to buy it for him.” She waved a dismissive hand. “But then, you knew that. You know what he was like. Frieza’s given him enough.” She chuckled slightly, somewhat amused by the puzzled expression on Tundra’s face. Well… she was about to really shock him. “Don’t worry. There are a couple more of those stones in the universe, and if Zarbon wants them he can buy them. I gave him a very generous sum from Frieza’s inheritance, to thank him for… serving Lord Frieza on my behalf.” She took another sip of her wine, and watched Tundra’s face as she uttered. “And you can expect a generous amount coming your way as well.” “Oh – no!”

Tundra gasped, his eyes widening. “Glacia – you don’t have to –” “Tundra.” She stopped him, and narrowed her eyes at the young man. “… I want to.” Glacia spoke. “You know… Frieza had a lot of lovers. He had me, and more girlfriends and boyfriends that I care to count – more than he cared to remember, I suppose.” Tundra didn’t respond. He shifted slightly, his cheeks darkening. He didn’t need to hear it… He felt hurt. He didn’t need to hear… how insignificant he was. How many others there were… Frieza could have anybody… he’d had anybody. Tundra was just one in… he didn’t want to know… “… And we were all after the same thing.” Glacia continued. “His money. And the lifestyle he could give us, and all the wonderful things he could buy us…” Her face softened slightly, and she smiled. “You were the only one who loved him for who he was.”

Tundra looked at her, his lips parting slightly. They started to tremble… “And frankly, I don’t know why. I don’t know what you saw in him, but… it was something, wasn’t it?” Glacia smiled. “Beyond that silver tongue and that handsome face – his money and his body, that was all we wanted. But you… you saw something else. Something we never cared to look for. And I don’t know if he loved you, but… he needed you to love him. He needed somebody to love him, I think. And you…” She swallowed, and looked away, her eyes glistening ever so slightly, before she quickly caught herself and shooed her emotions away. “You were the only one that did.”

Tundra’s throat felt dry. He… he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He tried to think of something – anything to break the silence, but… he couldn’t… “So!” Glacia huffed, regaining her composure with a dismissive gesture, as if what she’d just said was silly. Or what she’d felt… “I think it’s only right that you have these things, and something from his inheritance. You were his lover Tundra, and to be honest you did me a favour by fulfilling his needs for me. So – think of this as a thank you.” She smiled. “Compensation, for serving him so well.” “… I…” Tundra choked. He looked at her, his eyes glistening. He wanted to cry… “Th… thank you.” “Oh, you’re most welcome.” Glacia beamed. “I’m glad to get them off my hands. He loved these little things, but they’re just clutter to me. I’m sure you’ll appreciate them more than I do.” “I… I will.” Tundra whimpered. He watched her stand, and he stood up along with her. She moved towards him, and opened her arms once more in a polite hug, flinching slightly when he threw his arms around her. He squeezed her tightly, scrunching his eyes shut against her head, trying his best to hold back his tears. “Thank you…” Tundra whispered. “… You’re welcome.” Glacia whispered back. She swallowed, and closed her eyes, allowing her flawless composition to break for just a second. “Thank you too…”

They held each other for a moment more, until it became inappropriate and Glacia pulled away, in a dignified and ladylike fashion. She flashed him a polite smile and bid him farewell, making up some false but perfectly plausible reason why she couldn’t stay. Then a servant came to escort Tundra out.

#tundra #oc #icejin #glacia #dbz #gift

[seabunnii]

Surprise! Am here for the oc asks and to spam you with numbers bc they're all so interesting~ how about 1, 5, 9, 11, 12, 16, 23, 26. 29, 30, and 40 for Vittorio and Lusca :D

HECK YEAH STRAP IN thank youuuuuuuuu and definitely going under a read more GOSH ;;U;;

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

Vittorio: He carries himself like, well, royalty. Very proper and controlled, but with a lot of emphasis behind each of his movements, like an undeniable presence of authority. Even with that though he’s good at passing it off, or sharing the authority, and very mindful of how he stands with others, knows when to step back, or angle so he’s facing who he wants everyone else to listen to. There’s usually not a quick pace to what he does, like things don’t seem rushed, but they’re not slow either. Overall, a very steady rhythm and energy. Gesture wise he is very brought up in doing bows, or making sweeping gestures - however, a lot of his time spent around soldiers has made it so a lot of casualness naturally found its way into how he moves.

Lusca: On the flipside, somewhat laid back - most of the time. If he feels he needs to be alert definitely can pick up the pace and move a lot quicker, but in a relaxed setting is naturally a pretty calm person. Coming from living in the ocean there’s also a more natural grace to the way he moves, even on land. So there’s always kind of a swimmer-like quality to things he does, very flowy. However he also is definitely one to have a lot of hand gestures when talking excitedly, and in general shows excitement most with gestures via perking up, bounces, etc. 

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

Vittorio: Purple is his main color FOR SURE. But most colors he actually wears are blacks and golds, but purple is there since it is traditionally the color of royalty (and a little more literally with him given purple eyes, lol). But mostly dark colors simply because it looks good. Accessory wise actually not much, except when it’s required for royal ceremonies, etc. Also favors ribbon hair ties. Honestly prefers pragmatism over dressing too wild, though still wears things that look good/show some royal bearing. It’s just mostly in the way he was raised. (secret: incredibly rare to see but there have been a few times when his little sister has absolutely covered his hair in bows)

Lusca: Honestly like most merfolk is very attracted to shiny accessories, so would probably go crazy with jewelry like accessories if given the chance. Color-wise it’s all warm colors, simply because it reminds him of home, a fairly tropical environment. Other than that he’s pretty much happy wearing whatever he’s provided with since hey, he comes from the ocean and like merfolk are basically nude 24/7 :’D

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?

Vittorio: Energy is definitely a lot of just trying to get things done. Lots of talking if he’s with people, or giving directions. Exhaustion is something he tries not to show so it’s a lot of patient smiles and nods, and also getting things done but doing it so he can go rest or escape the situation. Tension is something he’d also try to hide, but would probably have a harder job at. Overall, is very much the type to try and keep extremes reigned in, but catching him in a particularly high energy/good mood type scenario where he can be free to express himself more is a lot more smiles and laughs. Whereas him being exhausted/stressed and in a place where he’s expressing it - that’s very very bad.

Lusca: Very much an open book! High energy he is basically like a puppy dog (which seems ... like a match for obvious reasons x3 ). Exhaustion shows too, though if he has a job to do he’ll be determined to pull through it. And it takes a lot to make him tense since he’s got such a naturally relaxed attitude. But basically, much more open, his strong emotions are clearly visible.

11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 

Vittorio: Has an accent for sure, and also very proper way of speaking. Has lost some of that again from time spent outside of royal court, and has definitely done impressions of “country” or I guess whatever equivalent/rural accents much to the amusement of his friends because of how weird it sounds coming from him. Also, is a master of passive aggressively saying things in the royal court and twisting things into “royal nice speak” so he can get away with insults that go unnoticed. Naturally he speaks with a calm tone, and again, if he gets angry and actually yells that is dangerous. 

Lusca: Is the one who probably has a rather weird accent without realizing it. Merfolk can mimic humans, but when actually going so far as to speak it will probably say phrases slightly strange, or get words mixed up. Also there’s a lot of things he just doesn’t have the word for since it’s not something that would’ve been around where he lived/something that humans around him would’ve been talking about. 

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

Vittorio: Usually stands straight up, keeps hands to himself and if he makes gestures makes them count, or have authority. His eyes are probably the most expressive, but even then, he’s pretty good at controlling physical expression. He is one to typically also match the group of people he’s with in terms of physical cues/gestures though.

Lusca: Fairly expressive! Just basically does whatever feels right, or whatever comes most naturally so many hand waves, expressions are all easy to read on his face. 

16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?

Vittorio: Yeah and they vary! A lot are probably related to magic or more just feelings of energy, but there’s also probably just dreams of palace life or things that have happened or related to things he’s read (or games his little sister has made him play). There are also probably nightmares of things happening to those he cares about :’D

Lusca: Most of his dreams are probably about the ocean!

23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult?

Vittorio: Politely tear the other person apart via words. Or, if it’s a situation where he can, simply pull his authority as prince and make the situation go his way. For him to consider a situation actually difficult it takes a lot, but it commonly involves members of the royal court questioning his decisions or questioning things he believes in.

Lusca: Is not really used to human interaction enough to find things difficult/wouldn’t realize it was difficult until later. So he’d basically just honestly be saying how he felt/possibly getting himself into trouble. 

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

Vittorio: Listen, everyone definitely tried to force into him the whole “marriages for convenience/position” because he’s a prince and has to do what’s “””proper””” ... which unfortunately (or maybe not hehe) could do nothing to stand against the influence of all the romantic fairy tales and love stories his little sister “forced” him to read to her. So he’s actually quite the romantic and 100% is the type to chase after true love and do whatever it takes - once he gets over the small part of him that is still trying to fulfill all his duties as prince, but once he lets that go, there will be romantic gestures galore and a lot of compliments/affection/everything.

Lusca: Romantic relationships are highly regarded in my merfolk lore. Like, it’s usually you find your person and that’s it. And marriage is something super serious. So for him it’s something that will be much more natural in, if he loves a person that’s that and it will be very easy for him to express it. Though also, physical affection isn’t something just shared between romantic partners for merfolk, so is just naturally a much more cuddly person. 

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?

Vittorio: Lots of reading! And also practice fighting/practicing magic since those usually go hand in hand for demons. Both things are really only positive, unless you count that part of why he goes sparring so much is that he does enjoy fighting. There just aren’t many chances for it (and very rare chances for him to use his full power - though he also wants to not have to use it, and advocates for peace not fighting but, that drive is still there). Reading is just his way of learning as much as possible and keeping himself “well-rounded”. 

Lusca: Reading - once he learns how to. x) But other than that does swimming count as a hobby for merfolk...I think probably not, Collecting things probably, since most merfolk are hoarders, albeit, he did it with more good intentions as the clan (BEST WORD I CAN USE TO DESCRIBE HOW IT WORKS IN MY LORE) is not the type to attack humans and take it from them then, but rather finding it more “little mermaid” style (haha). Treasure hunting I guess is the easy way of describing this?? and travel too probably counts as a hobby since that’s what he wanted to do and that’s what he did! :D

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much?

Vittorio: A decent amount. He’s usually pretty active and always has plenty to do. But when he doesn’t have as much activity/stimulation it can actually be a pretty good break and nice chance to relax and unwind a bit.

Lusca: Definitely the more energetic type who likes to do a lot, and if he is pent up for too long gets a little antsy. 

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

Vittorio: Mainly interested in politics and magic studies, and mainly because both are so wrapped in everything about his life. A particular interest for him is healing magic because it’s one of the few branches of magic that doesn’t come naturally to him, and he wants to improve it. This is expressed through practicing it, of course, and both things through reading more about the subjects. 

Lusca: EVERYTHING. Really, he is just curious about lots of things and this just comes in the form of asking questions about everything he doesn’t understand. 

#lost-inthyme #answering things #oc talks #WOW A LOT AGAIN BUT THESE ARE SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS #screams

[littlestartemis]

I have a new OC to introduce to you all! Her name’s Mallow, she’s a sphinx, and she’s even got a little introductory story for you all to enjoy! She was a ton of fun to write, and a ton of fun to come up with. Standing at ten feet tall, she’s not terribly fond of humans, but tinies are a different story altogether. Story under the break! (Sorry mobile followers)

A young man clad in dark colored armor looked to the skies. After a moment, his gaze shifted down to the ground miles below him. From his position on the side if the kingdom’s largest mountain, he had nowhere else to go but up. And he intended to. There had been stories and folklore for decades about a dragon living in a cavern carved into the highest peak, but none had ever had proof… until recently. A true, vivid sighting was finally confirmed, the king of the land offering a substantial reward and an official knighting into the royal guard for whoever could slay the beast and bring back whatever it had been hoarding. Everybody knew dragons were notorious hoarders, and most had an insatiable taste for treasure. Surely their kingdom would be the richest and most feared in the land with a dragon’s gold and a dragon slaying knight in their service. The young man, dressed in his dark, somewhat worn old armor, grinned at the prospect.

His fingers gripped the ledge he finally arrived at as he brought his climb to an end. The peak of the mountain, and sure enough there was the… positively colossal cave entrance. An entire house could fit in the mouth of the cave! Still, he was not dissuaded. Pulling his sword from his sheath, he readied himself, and took his first step forward.

He didn't make it far.

A large, heavy weight suddenly collided with his back, pinning him to the cold hard ground. His vision was hazy for a moment from the impact, but as it returned to him, an undignified sound escaped him as he saw a claw thicker than his waist dug into the stone just beside his head. Attached to the claw was a furry paw, larger than his body, sporting a glimmering black sheen to the fur with a subtle red glint to it. Further up, unsurprisingly, was a positively titanic beast. Powerful, imposing, cold red eyes with slit black pupils looked down at its catch with tired contempt. It's muzzle was short with a black nose hidden by the black colored fur, rows of razor sharp teeth big enough to shred through his armor and turn him into a red slurry in seconds hidden behind what could almost be described as an innocent cats face. Wings large enough to blot out the sun folded back onto the beast’s back as it adjusted itself midair. Previously it had been gliding silently on the edge of the cliff, but as it came down onto the ledge, it twisted its one paw on the ground to keep its prey from escaping, the motion grinding him between cold hard stone and tough leathery pads. The beast looked less like the stereotypical dragons of myth and more resembled a jungle cat with wings. Beyond that though, it also looked very unhappy.

Attempting to reach for his sword in a panic, his being knocked over causing him to lose his grip, the pressure that pinned him down worsened as the creature allowed gravity to set it on the ground rather than hang in the air. Before he could attempt to speak, a voice, loud and terrible yet cool and refined, bombarded his head and squashed his very thoughts. <Why have you decided to hazard entering my home, human?> It didn't seem to intended to lift its paw anytime soon.

He seemed too stunned to speak for a moment… then another… and another… and quite suddenly the pressure grew ten times worse. <Answer my question before I leave you as a stain on my doorstep.>

“K-King! The king!” He barely managed to squeak out an answer with the immense pressure. He could feel his armor cracking and breaking, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. With his one free hand, he ripped his helmet off of his head to give himself more air. “The king saw you flying, a-and ordered your bounty! I… I didn't think you could talk, o-or think-”

<I see. And thinking me a dumb animal, that would have made it ok to slaughter me for your king.> The voice was female, yet more great and terrible than any warrior or royal he'd seen in his life. The coldness of the statement chilled him.

“... Well… a-an animal of your size and power… would be dangerous to let wander so near, but… but you can speak and think, and-”

She cut him off with another press. By this point he could feel his very bones straining to remain in one piece, eclipsed by the fluffy black paw. <I have lived in these mountains for ages and watched and allowed your puny civilization to grow and thrive. Yet you think yourselves important enough to hunt me down, just as you do with anything you feel you can overpower.> She scoffed, lowering her head down to him. <I'll be late because of you now.> Giving him no time to respond or act, she lifted her paw and scooped the man into her jaws. Only his legs and one arm stuck out from between her powerful teeth. Impossibly hot breath that hinted and threatened at the power to breathe fire would have made him pass out were adrenaline not keeping him very much awake.

Intruder in her clutches, she took to the skies once more, the kingdom as her destination…

…

The furry beast soon returned, minus one saliva covered whimpering fool left with a warning for his people on the edge of the kingdom. She briefly stuck her tongue out as she stepped into her cavern, looking forward to getting a drink to wash out that taste of meat, sweat, and fear. As she ventured into her home, the darkness gave way to glittering, glowing crystals that lined the ceiling. The stone was smooth and more spacious as she made her way deeper into the mountain cave, and soon she arrived at what was decidedly her home. An intricately made bed of foliage and flowers rested in one corner, a pit of strange black stones sat in the middle of the chamber, and a running waterfall poured into a pool that split off into a small river deeper into the cave. She was quick to duck her head down to begin lapping up gallons of the crisp, clean water. Eyes shut, she paused as she felt something solid pass by her tongue. She froze, eyes snapped open, muzzle full of water. Her giant tongue lifted and pressed against the roof of her mouth as she took a mighty gulp, before something strange began to happen. Black and red ethereal energy began to swirl and envelop the titanic beast until she was completely invisible within the magical storm. Whatever speck was pressed to her vast expanse of a tongue grew bigger with each passing second… or rather, she grew smaller. Smaller and smaller till the foreign object was finally too big to swallow even by accident. She dispelled the magic, revealing a new form.

Rather than standing on all fours, she now stood on two legs like a human. Her form was still impressively toned and muscular without being unsightly, showing off a powerful physique without a sacrifice of grace and majesty. While still covered in a well kept, luxurious coat of black and red tinted shining fur, her face had shifted to be more subtly cat like. She still sported fur over her face, a muzzle, a black nose, and whiskers, but her eyes were less cat like and her muzzle was noticeably shorter. Two fluffy black cat ears now stuck out atop her head from beneath an almost laughably long main of hair that stretched down to and dragged across the cave floor. While she still sported paws rather than hands and feet like a human, they had shifted to accommodate her new form, her feet paws growing a touch longer, and her hand paws gaining extra dexterity to function like a normal hand. They were also still markedly larger than any human hand, large enough even to nearly grip a man’s head in one hand like a ball. Despite her human like appearance and lack of size, she still stood at an impressive ten feet tall. Finally, in a show of modesty, she spotted a beautiful silky crimson dress that stopped just short of her paws and seemed mostly in place to cover her new assets in this human like form.

Taking a moment to get comfortable in her new body, she reached one paw up and stuck one claw into her mouth, retrieving a small human now dangling from their shirt on her claw. <Little one, we have discussed this, you must avoid playing out of your home while I'm in my proper form.>

The little human looking being, a child by the looks of it, crossed their arms in a huff. “You always say that, but nothing bad ever happens! You're too careful!”

She arched a brow in response, ever so gently tapping their little nose with one claw. <I am careful because you and your little friends like to play in my water and on my bed.>

The child giggled at the touch to their nose before smiling up at her. “I just miss you a bunch! I mean, we miss you a bunch. All of us.”

The majestic furred being ventured into a small cave entrance that split off from her chamber, revealing quite the sight. What could only be described as a city formed of stone and plants stood before her, though it stood no taller than she was. A small hole above lead to the surface outside the mountain, allowing sunlight to shine on the fantastical city. Flowery vines that grew around rock spires had been carved out and chopped up to create stairways and entrances within the stone. Small trees had been hollowed out, while others were still solid and sported branches that stretched to meet one another in a curved and surprisingly solid walkway. Venturing to and fro in the small city were other tinies going about their business. They all took notice of the furry giantess, many offering a hello or a friendly wave.

She smiled and returned the greeting as she ventured between the makeshift magical buildings that housed her “hoard”. Some dragons liked gold, others, precious stones, and others even something as simple as plant life. While she herself was not a dragon like the fearful humans thought, but rather a sphinx, she still held a near and dear treasure in her home that she would defend with her life. At a young age, she was abandoned, a lost little kitten with no family or help. But the first generation of these people, they had found her, and they had cared for her. She was raised with them in the forests, and when things became too dangerous for them and she had grown old enough to use her inherent magic, she returned the favor and took them someplace safe. While the tinies that had taken it upon themselves to be her parents had long since passed away, she still cared for their people, and took it upon herself to collect any other lost, hurt, or alone tinies in the world with no place to call a safe home. That included the young child that had shifted from hanging on her claw to sitting on the back of her hand, legs crossed and a beaming grin on their face. The child had no parents to speak of, so she decided to follow in her own parents footsteps, caring for this little one herself.

Arriving in a sort of park clearing in the center of the city, she sat down, and placed the child on the tarp her dress created that stretched between her legs. Other children were not far behind, their parents and guardians watching close by as their kids either sat near the sphinx or climbed about onto her lap or onto her tail or up her hair. She clearly didn't mind as she took a breath. <Now, for today’s story…> She blew a puff of bright red flame that hung in the air, soon twisting and changing color to go along with the yarn she weaved to the young ones.

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