#Lei's Rambles About OCs

[eiseryn]

Modern AU Outfit Designs (Lei ft. NPC friends)

Back on my outfit design BS, but this time for outfits in the modern AU. I've written a little stuff (fanfiction???) for the modern AU which takes place in a university setting!

Throughout her university and med school days, Lei actually had long hair! So in the modern AU, I decided to draw her hair long~ Also it really hits different 🥺 She's cute with short hair too but long hair Lei feels younger and softer to me.

For the outfit, I wanted to make winter/autumn outfit designs for another series of drawings I'm actually working on (I have like 50 bajillion WIPS) and so I made these as concept art / outfit designs. I wanted to include plaid elements so for Lei, her skirt is a green plaid! She's also wearing sheer tights, which is something she really likes, and she has some sort of heat-tech thermal white turtleneck as well as a fluffy probably sherpa wool? jacket but I didn't play with the textures enough for that (whoops). She's wearing white heeled boots the same colour as her turtleneck. She likes wearing heels cuz she's not very tall (158.5cm but she says she's 160cm when people ask). She also has a diamond shaped green dangly necklace - I like drawing her with diamond shaped green gems.

And of course, I designed her friends' outfits to be matching. I really wanted to have a plaid element among all four of them, and I realize that the four of them together are red, yellow, green, blue.🥺 Like sports day colours or something.

I designed Elise first, and gave her a classic red plaid circle scarf - those were super popular a few years ago! I decided to give her some red plaid legwarmers as well to add some colour to her otherwise plain suede jacket and black jeans/leggings (not sure which one it is). Her hair ribbons are red too, but I didn't put plaid in them (too small). She has a pretty simple outfit, because I imagine she wears simple but classy clothing. The Keeper (COC DM) later described her style as dark academia though, so I think I might draw her in some stuff like that later!

Ceres was pretty hard to design TBH. I wanted to give her a long skirt because she is shy and I thought it would be cute! I gave her fleece leggings under for the warmth. I also wanted to give her an accessory which I decided to be a headband which goes super well with the bangs that cover her face (in my opinion). I made them both yellow plaid, but the long plaid skirt contrasts and matches with Lei's short plaid skirt (bestie things 🥺 - Lei totally made them buy matching outfits). She has brown leather cowboy boots because fashion~ I wanted to give her a short jacket to contrast her long skirt and this is where I struggled I ended up making it the brown of her boots and added fur trim for a more winter/warm look. She's also wearing fur ball earrings because I wanted her to have a sort of fluffy look to her.

Vail! He looks so soft anime boy here and I love that 💅 I wanted to give him a simple parka with the inner lining of it to be the blue plaid so he'd match the rest of Lei's friends with the whole plaid design. I gave him jeans with a thigh belt which COULD be a gift from someone (👀👀👀if you know what I mean). Underneath the black parka I just threw on a simple winter turtleneck sweater to contrast all the black. I imagine it's pretty warm and made of thicc wool/ knitted material. I threw on some silver dog-tag/chain necklaces to ~ accessorize ~ a little more since he wears small silver earrings (apparently).

And voila! We're at the end of my unhinged rant about fashion/ outfit design! I'm sorry that I did not try to draw hands here. It's true I draw them badly anyways but I really didn't try this time. Sowwy.

#oc #my oc #lei #outfit design #modern au #original character #cyberpunk coc #some are also #not my ocs #vail #ceres #elise #eiseryn #eiserynn #oc lore dump #yes more lore dumps again this tumblr is for me to exclusively ramble on about my ocs we been knew #long post #lei's friends #lei's npc friends #oc outfit design #my art #sketches #coloured sketches #sketch

[lawlietscaramels]

self intro, interaction guidelines, asks rules, ASKS OPEN, masterlist, copyright and related policies

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╾ SELF INTRO

hi, welcome to my bLog! I'm lei (lay), they/them. I'm an aroace artist and a writer and I'm currently obsessed with Death Note!

especially L he's so cute

Countdown until I read LABB and become a BLog: 462 pages of the wheel of time

I have an OC for the fandom and if people will listen I will not shut up about her au/hj . her tag is #desunorie (Rie of Death (Note)) and I use this tag in insta too. oh also I'm autistic, please use tone tags and don't hate me if I specify specify specify

my stance on rivals to lovers vs enemies to lovers (I'm the anon) and don't take my OC Rie as a self or reader insert

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🌜 anon; 🍪 anon; 🍰 anon; 🎲 anon; 🗯️ anon; 🎤 anon.

are they in colour order? nooooo....

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key:

╾ is a theory or analysis. Anything without is headcanons, x readers, and stories.

‼️ is content with potentially adult/somewhat mature/triggering themes. Specific warnings will be in posts, and in cases like Alcohol, in the title.

⏱ is for older posts in which I no longer agree with my headcanons, theories or how I write the characters. outdated opinions, you could say.

I'll organise it further later ☆

AUs:

Royal/Mediaeval AU

Introduction / L, Matsuda, Matt

Mello

Near

Cast:

tag: #lei's death note (heads up, I'll also use this tag for my AUs and how I interpret the series and characters in general)

Assorted Box of Headcanons (Task Force)

╾ ⏱ Colours (Task Force + OC)

Incorrect Quotes (Task Force)

Laugh a Little Louder

Pokémon! (Task Force + OC)

What's Your Goal? (Task Force)

Events:

Event posts are linked in the master posts for their event. The links here are to the master posts for each event.

Rebirth (#death note reborn) / closed, working on answers

L:

tag: #lei's lawliet

2am

‼️Alcohol (author's pick)

Embarrassing Moments

╾ “L” is his middle name

Lei's L and Matsu Thoughts

Let's Try a Massage

Little Kitten

Platypus I and II

Reader with Chronic Motor Tics

Rubbing Noses (author's pick)

That's My Voice!

To Hold Your Hand

Trickshots

⏱ Watch Over Me (author's pick)

╾‼️⏱ Yandere

You're Pretty (author's pick)

Light:

2am

Thrifting

To Hold Your Hand

⏱ Watch Over Me (author's pick)

Misa:

2am

Happy Birthday

Little Kitten

╾ ⏱ (kinda) Misa's Character Had So Much Potential

To Hold Your Hand

Matsuda:

Matsuda does interviews! find them under #matsuda interview special or in this list marked with a ⁀➷

Lei's L and Matsu Thoughts

What is My Worth? (author's pick - MATSUDA SONG FOR DN MUSICAL!!)

⁀➷What's Your Goal?

Near:

Embarrassing Moments

Reader with Tics

Mello:

Embarrassing Moments

Reader with Tics

Matt:

Embarrassing Moments

Headcanons

Beyond Birthday:

Embarrassing Moments

‼️of α and β (author's pick)

A:

‼️of α and β (author's pick)

Rie (OC):

Rie is my original character and though she has been inserted into Ohba Tsugumi's Death Note universe, her design, character, and non canon related storyline are all my own original work. Do not steal her design, claim her as your own, or use her for “inspiration” — it's flattering but it often ends up a copy. However, sfw fanart and story cameos of her are always appreciated! character ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024.

tag: #desunorie

Aliases

⏱ Introduction

Real Name

Thoughts (Rie/Light)

Rie stuff has a blog now! @dailyreine 🩷

my writing tag is #lei writes. Comment or DM to be added to a taglist (character/s, headcanon format, anything).

╾ ART

my shop: death note badges!

All of my art is my own original work. Do not repost (reblogs are fine, no posting on other sites without explicit permission), claim as your own work, edit or trace, copy, use for ai, “fix,” or use unethically. All the below works are ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024

surprise! bonus section! I also do art (mostly of Rie but maybe I'll do canon characters, you can send requests for art too but they'll take longer). Without anything in ()s, it's just Rie. tag is #lei draws. Shop tag is #city above water.

A + B

assorted sketches (L, B + OC)

badges (Main Trio + OC)

just an eye

hands trend

m&ms (Wammy's kids)

‼️ mcr (L + OC - BLOOD)

scarf in the snow (L + OC)

valentines (L + OC, bonus Mello and Matt)

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I'll make this pretty and organise further sometime in the future :)

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[mistfallengw2]

I'm still trying to dig myself out of artblock, but in the meantime I played the new episode and it's so juicy~

I'm gonna ignore OCs stuff for a bit because I'm still trying to make sense of the timeline (since we're still in 1335 AE, I'll have to rethink some of the post-EoD character moments I had planned), but on a more meta and "where are we headed lore-wise" perspective I'm pretty excited already (putting my ramblings under read more because of obvious spoilers)

Okay so, it's now a given that we're gonna deal with demons and such things, and that opens up a ton of options lore-wise.

What caught my attention were those wurm-like things in the Ley-Line Nexus of Gyala Delve, because my partner and I were certain we had seen them before, but couldn't figure our where. Turns out, these toothy-friends(?) were all around the Mouth of Torment in the Desolation.

Now, we don't know what those things are exactly and it could all simply be an asset flip of "just demonic/spooky decorations", but let me don a lil' fancy tinfoil hat for a moment.

It's pretty interesting that we find them only in those two specific places, especially since they were centerstage yet just out of the central focus in the new episode, as if hinting at something. The Mouth of Torment was the place where Abaddon got defeated by the other Gods way back when, so what if Abaddon is the connection/hint?

It's also interesting that we're also getting a new Fractal in the next few months, and with all the demonic stuff, my mind goes straight to Season 1's "Cutthroat Politics", where players had the chance to decide which Fractals they wanted next.

Kiel won and we got Thaumanova, which was a neat addition to Scarlet's lore and surely far more relevant to the story of Season 1, especially by the time it came out (and more recently it came back to relevance due to EoD's stuff with Ankka and Gorrik).

Still, they must have had scripts and concepts ready for the Abaddon fractal, and I've always considered it a shame that we never got to see any of it. However, now things are relevant again for that specific fractal: we're dealing with demons, Season 1 was just re-released (even if Cutthroat Politics wasn't in it), and Evon seems to be renovating his company in some way (and seemingly really wanted to stress the point lmao).

Okay, maybe we're getting Abaddon fractal, but then what?

Maybe not much other than juicy lore stuff, but then we'd be missing only one "friend" of Abaddon's trio of mischievous gods. In Wing 5 we face the deposed god Dhuum, we defeat Abaddon in that new Fractal... but what about Balthazar's half-brother, Menzies?

We know nothing about the guy, other that he's evil and that his and Balthy's army squabbled in the Fissure of Woe for centuries, only to later be quieter than he used to be. And now we see his Abyssals strut around the lower levels of the map, along with Nightmares and other creepy crawlies. Would it be a stretch to assume that the God of Destruction would want to take advantage of the situation, now that the Gods have left Tyria (and his rival bro got axed) and the threat of elder dragons is no more? That maybe he learned some tricks from Abaddon and decided that the former lair of Kanaxai would be a nice place to do his own evil thing in? Is the Haze his doing?

Is the new big baddy going to be Menzies?

Are we going to kick his godly butt in a big story fight that will get turned into a Strike, completing the holy (pun intended) endgame-PvE trinity of Raid, Fractal and Strike?

*removes lil' fancy tinfoil hat and apologizes for the likely confusing rambling*

#gw2 spoilers #gw2 ramblings #gw2 lore #gw2 lore rambling #I had to rewrite this because the editor fumbled and now it's even more chaotic rambling sorry

[writerfae]

Please do! I’m new to your blog I believe, so, please tell me about the OCs you think it’s good to know if you’re just getting into your writing! ✨

Have fun!!!

- Circa

Ohh hello and welcome :) thank you for your interest, I’ve been hoping for a chance to ramble!

If you first getting into my writing, it’s best to know about Aiden, because he’s the main character of my main wip The Knights of the Alder!

Aiden is a hunter, he loves to be out in the forest all day, often with his pet crow, Kara.

Aiden grew up alongside his older brother Henry in a village near the woods. It was a nice childhood.

His father, the village’s (former) hunter, and his mother, a woman from outside the village, raised the two pretty close to nature and the “old ways” (a religion/way of live most people have forgotten about already to that time), so ever since he was a child he heard stories about faeries and goddesses and the Otherworld.

Like, he knew that they really existed and are not, how most people claim, just silly tales.

His mother taught him how to name plants and animals and his father taught him archery. So he was raised a bit differently from the other kids in his village.

He didn’t have many friends in his hometown, most of the time he spend with their neighbor’s daughter and of course with Henry.

The two brothers have always been pretty close, especially after their mother died when Aiden was around eight. With their father stuck in grief in the years that followed, Henry more or less raised Aiden.

Until one day, he himself disappeared. Aiden is sure there is only one place his brother can be: the faerie realm. And he is dead set on finding him once he gets the opportunity - what happens a couple years later.

That’s how he ends up in this whole mess that is my story in the first place.

Aiden is a really good hearted person. He was the cutest, kindest, cuddliest toddler and a very good kid.

His parents often worried about him cause he was born too early and got sick more often than his brother but they never held him back.

He’s very brave, he just doesn’t know it. Years of being without his family (I mean his father is there but he’s not quite himself anymore) made him kind of lonely and he’s a bit socially awkward too, yet he manages to befriend the other characters in my story eventually, because they know he’s a good person and they can trust him.

One of the probably most interesting parts of Aiden is that he’s a Seer, though he himself is unaware of it.

Seer are mortals that can see things others don’t, supernatural things and sometimes even stuff like the future or past. Aiden can see the baenlith, which are like magic ley lines in the world of the fae.

He is a quite mighty Seer, but he hasn’t reached his full potential yet, because like I said he doesn’t know what he is and even when he figures it out, he will still need a lot of training to make use of his powers properly.

And though his seer abilities are quite helpful in the fight against the Knights of the Alder, but what really helps him succeed in the end is his strong will and that he learns to let go and to trust and to grow from the experiences he made (no matter if good or bad)

For someone who wants to ramble about my characters I’m terrible at it so i have to apologize if this is too messy 🙈

I can also offer you a link to his character intro and some facts about him! Thanks so much for listening! :D

(Here’s a picrew I made of him as a bonus ^^)

#also sorry for the late reply I was too busy with work yesterday #writer speaks #wip: the knights of the alder

[dailyreine]

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[delphiwave]

Heyyy sorry I didn't post for a really long time, my iPad broke so I haven't been drawing at all😭 I'm probably gonna stop drawing KOTLC stuff, I kinda slipped out of that hyperfixation and I've mostly been working on my OCs so that's probably all I'll be posting. Anyway I can't draw them rn unfortunately but here is a little introduction to my boys, Leslie and Atlas! I'm not a very good writer so it's a little awkward💔 I feel kinda silly for saying all that like since I know no one cares, but whatever I seriously need somewhere to talk about my OCs and even if only one person says anything I'll be happy🫶

I named their story Lilium, since it was the only flower related constellation I could find. It's not even really an actual constellation anymore but I think that makes it funner😋

I also assigned them both some fun little symbolism! Since Atlas likes stars, his is a star and Leslie's is a flower since he likes flowers:3 I'll explain more about that later cuz I'm already rambling too much

Atlas Easton - Polaris

Atlas works a draining 9 to 5 job, and paints in his free time. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t have to worry about his health so he could spend all his time working on his art and gazing at the stars. When he was a child, he fell in love with the stars and decided to be an astronaut. Even now, when Atlas has long since given up on that dream, he loves to paint the stars. Atlas often has his head in the clouds, to the annoyance of his coworkers. Atlas has no friends and no siblings, and his parents died in a car accident when he was 19.

Leslie Lei - Convallaria Majalis

(his color is supposed to be yellow </3)

Leslie loves arranging flowers. He loves growing plants. He lives a comfortable life, with plenty of money and a nice home. However, Leslie is quite lonely. He has a poor relationship with his mother, and although he used to have many friends he fell in love with someone who distanced him from all of them. He closed himself off from everyone when he left that relationship, and never rekindled his friendships. He had thankfully found a job at a flower shop and became somewhat close with the owner, who quickly became a father to him. Unfortunately this man died a few years later and Leslie took over the business.

#oc #Leslie Lei #Atlas Easton #Lilium

[chuu-huahua]

"𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 // 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬"

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"𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 // 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲"

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[pannacottawarrior]

also completely unrelated but listening to old 2000s songs or the early internet songs (like from those AMVs from anime/shows you watched as a kid or memes like Nyan cat or caramelldansen) is n ic e

recently listened to ‘Hey Juliet’ by LMNT and i almost forgot about this song jukiujyfhtdgrukujyht it sounds old but also feels like it was yesterday when people were making shipping AMVs with this song hyjtukyiluolikujyhtd

#Random ramblings #the lyrics are nice too just yjtyufkgiuhtgrfed a boy wanting to get to know a girl better because he likes her but also knows she likes him #too from her friends talking about her and he reassures her that they don't have to date and be together forever; he just wants to hang out #with her more olikujyhtdfghjykuli idk if there was a music video to this song (i don't;; usually like watching the music videos of songs #because so many of them seem so unrelated to the song/doesn't vibe well with the song @-@''') but from the lyrics alone it sounds sweet #now watch me apply this to my disaster gay of a daughter; Lei and her disaster gay ass crush on my gf's angel OC who she accidentally caught #feelings for and now her teasing and ironically affectionate nickname for her are ironically unironic #and maybe draw her and Hani with the lyrics/with Lei singing them from the animatic scene ideas i had for this song earlier on the train #because i'm a nerd

[bratkook]

like a peach. kth.

pairing. taehyung x reader genre. fluff, established relationship warnings. mentions of alcohol, oc is sloshed and clumsy while drunk but otherwise cute word count. 2.5k note. this was requested by @pars-ley​ under #14 #57 #60 from this prompt list, i know the numbers were listed under angst but somehow this became fluffy so im sorry asksjak

The hallway in your complex is completely quiet besides the metallic clanks of your keys jingling against the door knob that echo out, your double vision making your hands miss their target as you once again try to unlock it. With a small laugh you rest your forehead against the door, lips pressed together tightly to hush your drunk giggles. 

A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you press your palms flat against the door, refusing to look at the keyhole since that hasn’t been going well, instead you feel it out, index finger guiding the key against it until it finally slides in. 

“Hell yeah,” you cheer in a whisper, turning the lock and smiling as your front door gets pushed open and reveals the interior of your dimly lit apartment. The creek of your floorboards makes you grimace, only being made worse when you lose the grip on your keys and they clatter on the ground in a sound you swear is deafeningly loud. 

You were doing an absolute horrible job at keeping quiet, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughs as you bend over and grab them, wobbling around ungracefully and unintentionally slamming the door shut once you stepped inside. 

Taehyung groans from his spot in bed in the room a few feet away, having heard you the minute you rammed into the front door ten minutes ago as you failed to unlock it, trying to block it out in order to get his eight hours of sleep needed before his shift tomorrow morning. He remains in bed though, trusting you enough to know you’d be able to get from point a to point b on your own.

Just as he flips over and tugs the sheets above his head, you enter your shared bedroom, going in totally blind in order to not turn the lights on to prevent disturbing him further. His eyes are shut as he listens to your movements, a small smile on his lips when you start to mumble to yourself as you attempt to recall the layout of the bedroom in your inebriated state. 

“Okay,” you whisper as you inch forward, mentally calculating how many steps it took to get to where you wanted to be, hand outstretched to swat in front of you to help guide you in a fool proof method. “That's the nightstand,” you decide when your palm smacks the hard surface, a small giggle filling the air before you hush yourself once more, finger pressed against your lips. 

If you were right then your bathroom door should only be a few feet to the right, close enough for you to be able to enter with ease, but seeing as you decided to throw back two more shots before leaving the bar you’re not as coordinated as you’d like to think. 

With a confident step, you’re ramming your knee into the corner of the nightstand, the pain flashing up your thigh as you bend forward to clutch the area that throbbed. “Ow fuck,” you wince, loosing your footing and tumbling onto the ground with an even louder thump, unable to conceal the laughter from escaping you full force. 

Taehyung can’t pretend to be asleep any longer now that you’re laughing in pain, sitting up in bed and flicking on the table lamp on his own night stand, the room flooding with that warm familiar glow and it grabs your attention. With a muffled yawn he’s rubbing at his eyes before looking to the side where he sees you laying on the ground in a heap of limbs, absolutely defeated as you continue laughing to yourself. 

“You okay?” His voice is laced with sleep, deep and gravely but you can hear the hint of a smile that you know is on his lips and as you lift your head up to stare back at him you see that much is true. He looks tired beyond belief, eyes squinting at you but the curl of his lips makes you smile back at him, sitting up to rest on your butt instead of sprawled out on the carpet. 

“I think my knee is broken,” you slur with a tilt to your head, eyes looking down at the knee in question, the dull throb still felt from earlier pulsing through the joint. It aches as you stretch it out, wiggling your toes to make sure you weren’t somehow paralyzed now from the force of the impact.

Taehyung chuckles at that, shuffling out of bed and stretching his arms out as he does so, his shirtless upper body out for you to ogle at without a care. If you thought your knee was broken that just wouldn’t do, not on his watch. You observe him quietly as he rounds the bed, his grey sweats hung dangerously low on his hips, bed head leaving his curls fluffed and nearly covering his eyes, looking just as beautiful as he always did.

“Did you have fun?” Taehyung wonders as he approaches you, smelling the alcohol from you now that he was closer. The glazed look in your eyes spell it out for him, the cheeky smile on your face despite the tumbles you have taken entering the apartment alone not putting a damper on the small buzz coursing through your veins, you had clearly had an amazing time.

He sighs gently as he crouches down to your level, knees bent as he softly cradles your face in his palms, thumbs soothing your face when you lean into his touch. “No,” you surprise him with your answer, bottom lip pillowing out as you bite down on it, eyes falling shut briefly as you enjoy finally being with your boyfriend.

“No?” He repeats, leaning forward until his lips met the skin of your forehead in a sweet kiss and you swear your heart squeezes in your chest at the action, more so when he takes it upon himself to start helping you get ready for bed, smiling when he hears the cute way you mumble about him being too good for you under his breath. His hands are tender as he unclasps the hooks to the necklaces you have layered on, your earrings and rings being next to slide off and be placed on top of the nightstand that was the reason for your tumble.

“I missed you too much, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” It comes out as a whine, knowing that although you did have a great time with your friends on a much needed outing, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering, wanting to text him every hour to see how he was doing at home, desperate for any update despite how mundane it was. He appeases you always, sending you selfies as he rewatches episodes of Criminal Minds, answering your drunk phone calls just to hear you ramble about how good the salted tortilla chips you were eating tasted before abruptly hanging up when your friends handed you another drink.

“Yeah, I think you sent me around fifty I miss you texts,” he teases you, kissing you quickly before standing up to grab one of his shirts from your shared dresser for you to change into. Taehyung would never mind the abundance of messages he’d get on your nights out, preferring that to radio silence and wondering when you’d be home, the love spelled out in typo filled texts leaving him excited for your return home.

“I always miss you.” You breathe out a sigh, smiling wide when he reaches his arms out for you to grab onto, hauling you up onto your unsteady feet once more. The throbbing from your knee was long gone but the wobbling remained so he wraps one of your hands around his shoulder so you could keep yourself steady, not willing to let you tumble once more now that he was around.

“I always miss you too baby.” His admission makes those same butterflies swirl in your tummy, wings flapping so hard you think you might pass out, choosing to grip his shoulder tighter to prevent that from happening. You feel like a love sick puppy whenever you’re around him, sporting permanent heart eyes that are crystal clear despite the beer goggles strapped tightly to your face.

Taehyung has to hold in his teasing when he sees the way your eyes stay glued on him despite how your head lolls to the side the longer you stand there, allowing him to tug up your simple black dress up and off your body, unhooking it from the hand holding onto him before it fell to the floor in a pile.

With the new exposure of your skin, his eyes zero in on the slowly forming bruise on your hip, a splotch of red that was sure to blossom and spread out into shades of purple and blue tomorrow morning. He can’t stop himself from reaching forward and allowing his fingertips to prod at it, apologizing when you wince at the small flash of pain.

“What happened here?” He wonders, knowing very well that you didn’t have that on your body before you left. The only purple specks that coated your skin were nestled in between your thighs, victims of his wandering mouth, but he knew that his lips hadn’t traveled this high up.

With a confused pout you stare down at the area he was now circling softly, eyes widening in realization before you begin giggling. Taehyung simply watches in confusion as you break out into a fit of laughter as you recall how you had gotten that nasty bruise, having rammed your drunk self right into the metal pole outside of the bar. “Tequila happened.”

He just smiles in understanding, unhooking your bra for you before sliding the top of his shirt over your head, he knew very well how clumsy you were without alcohol in your system, witnessing first hand how many times you’d taken nasty falls with the help of Don Julio.

“What, were you ready to square up with someone because I bruise like a peach?” The flash of possessiveness in his face as he spotted the bruise was evident enough, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks with a dopey smile when he tries to play it off with a huff and roll of his eyes.

Taehyung doesn’t fool anyone though, the creeping smile on his face calling his bluff when his eyes meet yours once more. “You know I’d hurt anyone who left a mark on you.”

“Oh yeah?” you giggle, pressing a loving kiss against his lips, feeling him smile through it, not minding the way you taste like tequila. “Well there’s a pretty sturdy light post outside of the bar that you’re more than welcome to go punch for me you macho man.”  

Taehyung laughs now, that hearty laugh you love so much and it warms your chest as he pulls away fully, large hand coming up to cup under your chin, fingers pushing into your cheeks until your lips pucker out obnoxiously. “I’ll do that first thing tomorrow morning,” he presses a rough kiss against you, the wet smack making you snicker in his grasp. “But for now it's bedtime.”

Your lips attempt to pout in the pursed position he has them in, only cheering up when he kisses you once more, releasing his grip and continuing to help you get ready for bed now that it’s been established that your knee was in fact not broken. 

This had to be your favorite part of going out, getting to come home to your boyfriend and being taken care of like a spoiled princess, he knew how much he personally enjoyed it when you would baby him when he came home wasted and giddy, so he always took the time to ensure you were comfortable enough to not go to sleep feeling gross. You’re pliant in his grasp as he hauls you onto the bathroom counter, allowing him to peel off your fake lashes and set them aside with care, removing your makeup with a wipe as carefully as he could, taking the time to not yank at your skin because he knew you’d lecture him about wrinkles.

He only gets a small noise of complaint from you when he brushes your hair, bristles catching onto a knot that he attributes to dried up alcohol that was surely splashed onto you earlier in the night. He decides then to call it quits with that, setting the brush aside and getting your toothbrush ready for you to use, something you were adamant on doing on your own.

Taehyung can just watch you with those same heart shaped eyes you wore as you brush your teeth, eyes droopy as you stare at your reflection, foamy toothpaste escaping from the corners of your mouth and dripping down into the sink as you stick your tongue out to be brushed next.

“What?” you mumble after spitting it all out, eyes narrowed at his own reflection in suspicion before gargling water.

“Nothing, you’re just really pretty.” You don’t fight him on the compliment, always loving how he confidently shot them out to you so often you had no other choice but to accept them even when you felt anything but. He smiles as you avert your eyes and dab at your mouth, mumbling a cute thank you out to him before swiftly exiting the bathroom, cheeks burning from the alcohol and flutter of your emotions.

He allows you to escape without teasing you further, cleaning up the splash of water you had left around the sink as you make yourself cozy in bed, breath minty fresh and face moisturized. Just as you’re about to complain about him being missing he slips into bed beside you, shuffling under the sheets until he feels your skin pressed beside his, wasting no time you nuzzle against Taehyung’s body, arm slung across his stomach with your leg hooked over his hip to keep him close. 

“So, tell me again how I’m a macho man.” The laughter that bubbles out of you makes him smile as he stares down at you through the dim light the moon provides, seeing the way you bury your face into his chest to conceal the giant smile. 

“You want an ego boost at 3 in the morning?”

“Hey you started it,” he shrugs, a yawn escaping him, showing you just how tired he was, not once complaining about being woken up by your drunk antics despite desperately needing sleep. 

“You’re right,” you sigh, tightening your hold on him and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder, “love you my macho man”

Taehyung hums in appreciation, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you even closer, a kiss pressed to your forehead making you smile the way it always did. “Love you more my little peach.”

#ficswithluv #btsghostie #btswritingcafe #heartsforbts #taehyung fluff #taehyung scenarios #bts fluff #bts scenarios #kim taehyung #bts fics #taehyung smut #new

[eiseryn]

Lei's new outfit that she obtained recently. I really like designing new outfits for my OCs and I thought she deserved to go shopping after all the s*** that has been happening to her. (Also her clothes were pretty darn bloodied and tattered like she went through 2 separate bomb/explosions... man....)

She's actually really into fashion! On her off days, she likes to dress up and wear makeup. This is because I didn't have that many points (point-bought her stats) to put into APP (appearance) so she's rocking an 45 on that. I draw her as pretty as possible but in her world she's probably best described as "plain". She has pretty low self-esteem regarding her looks because of this and her (bad) mother probably made this insecurity even worse :')

As for this outfit in particular, the baggy pants are because well, she is doing a lot of fighting (and is about to go on a death mission!!! wonderful!!) so a dress doesn't seem practical. (She does love her dresses though) I kept her med kit strapped to her hip and the thigh belts/buckles are probably where 1 of her 3 current guns are strapped (one's a healing gun, she's a healer, I swear). I wanted to give her combat boots because that's seggsy (to me LOL) and I made the straps green to compliment her black/white/green palette. (I love making my OC outfits black/white/ third accent colour because wow that sort of design doesn't miss T_T)

ANYWAYS, the rainjacket she bought when all the PCs went shopping at the very beginning of the campaign but I'm not sure if I actually lost it? At some point (right before the whole explosion thing) so maybe she got a new one that's equivalent? It has a lot of pockets to put all the miscellaneous things she's been picking up/ her inventory XD The gloves are nitrile (chem lab people know 🤝) but they're in this funky green b/c the usual blue would totally clash XD let's say she stocks a special brand that's green. I wanted to give her a white turtle neck and it had to be white and not black because otherwise that's too much white! I wanted it to be cropped just because ~ aesthetics ~ and showing that flash of belly? I just felt like it had more of techwear-style that way! Not sure if she actually has that necklace but it felt a bit empty without some accesories so I drew it in~ And you can't see it cuz it's covered by her bangs but she's wearing dangly earrings which are silver rings with a dangling diamond shaped gem attached~

Speaking of her face, she's lost her eye-shine :') because all the serious stuff happened (like rescuing a fake Ceres, and Elise sedating her... like oof she's having a bad time for real). Cold and bitter Lei is starting ;w; Also her hair is tied up cuz again it's time to get serious!!!

One more note is that the dangling strap hanging off her belt says "WHISPER" on it. This is the name of the drug that she makes and sells to Vail :D you know, the sedative :D

She signs her name the way I drew it in the bottom left corner, while the top right corner is the character for her name! Although doctors usually have atrocious writing, as someone who spends more of her time in the lab, I imagine she has pretty neat writing so she can label her flasks and test tubes nicely! She is an organized queen 💅

Here's the version with her lab glasses too! Gotta stay safe, you know~ She also picked up a gas mask somewhere along the way but I am not drawing that :D (We'll see)

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[glazelilyy]

quick trigger warning/content warning for people with emetophobia, i will be mentioning the word v*mit once

hi luce!! (am i allowed to call you this)

OK so um, about my original character: dendro archon!reader reminds me of her is mostly because of her special ability, which i will get to at the end,,,

it started with a thought. what if there was another more accurate way to teleport (because god knows how far a sepcific spot can be sometimes), and then i remembered about ley lines, and how they supposedly have ‘roots’ that run to every corner of Teyvat.

imagine if someone can directly utilize those ley lines to travel instantaneously from one place to another. i haven't decided whether what species she should be; i wanted her to be an adeptus at first, one that didn't need a dendro vision—her ancestors just had a natural talent to teleport using ley lines; but it wouldn't match her occupation as a courier/mail deliverer, who delivers stuff all over Teyvat, not just limited to Liyue.

another reason is because i just really want to see more dendro visions kxjskdnsnnzjsn. the ley lines take the form of plants, no? it’d be a missed opportunity. (besides being an adeptus or human, forest nymph crossed my mind but that seems more out of place,,, idk)

there are limits to this, though—if the ley line runs under buildings or paved roads, she can't go there because the way her powers work is to grow a special flower that can directly connect to the ley lines. another identical one on the final destination will sprout: that's how she’s able to be precise with where she’ll end up. it’s important she does this, or she could get trapped within the ley line flow.

she also can't go to places with ley line disorders— she tried to once, and she ended up in a completely different place and vomitted from terrible nausea.

anyway i think that's all for now! i don't wanna bother you with too much rambling, however i need your honest opinion:

does she sound,,, believable? as in, she doesn't look too out of place in Teyvat’s lore??

- mushroom anon

(for those that don't know, emetophobia = phobia of vomiting)

OOOH after digesting this info and reading it over a bunch, i offer you my very mismatched thoughts because my brain is small LOL

(you're absolutely allowed to call me luce! everyone is hehe :>)

you know, i've always been sort of confused about the properties of ley lines (especially in spiral, all i did was hack n slash with kaeya and hope for the best PFBFBT) but your explanation actually helped me understand the game's lore better, so thanks!! :D

your oc is really interesting!! i can see her being a disciple of the dendro archon themself given that one must have potent power to be able to form life itself and travel through it. but the idea of an adeptus or forest nymph are really cool to explore as well!! the dendro adeptus could be someone who survived because they didn't accumulate any karmic debt that corrupted their soul (since dendro seems to be primarily used for healing and buffs i believe). and a forest nymph isn't far outside the realm of genshin's world given that we have a literal plot of land in a frickin teapot LOL (and we have mystical creatures like the bake-danuki in the game already!)

her occupation as a courier/mail carrier is so frickin smart!! she's famous for her speedy delivery and no one knows how she does it! :D i can also see her selling information and traveling using the ley lines on the down low to avoid a physical footpath for people to follow and ambush her :D

(you're not bothering me at all!! i love hearing about ocs, especially with how creative they tend to be!!)

though my opinion shouldn't matter (because she's a really awesome oc!!), i will still give it because im in love with this concept: she absolutely fits into teyvat's lore!! dendro is a power we have yet to know much about but your ideas are actually sound in genshin's logic and make sense!

thank you for sharing this with me, i really enjoyed reading about your oc!! (do you have any drawings/picrews for her? or perhaps a name? :D)

#sincerely: the stars—☆ #from my beloved mushroom anon—☆

[three-self-shippers]

“you’re a piece of hot flaming garbage!”

Todoroki x Kaitlyn

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Genre: fluff, self-insert oc x character

Warnings: cursing, angst if you squint, Endeavor🤢

Word count: 2k

A/N: this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would. this is canon to the current ‘storyline’ we have decided to play out over on @kait-answers, @stephie-answers, & @lei-answers. I had a lot of fun portraying how I think I would act if this scenario actually happened. enjoy! :)

↠ After finally confessing to Todoroki, we manage to go on our first date. Not without an unwanted interruption, however.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It’s Saturday night, and I’m so fucking nervous. I think I might puke. Going on a date with the sweet, heroic, powerful, handsome, and every other positive adjective in the dictionary boy that I’ve been pining after for a year is not as easy as I imagined it to be.

Y’know, going to Japan’s famous hero school will teach you a few things. How to properly use your Quirk, how to build support gear, how to piss off your friends, etc. but the one thing they fail to account for is how to be an average teenager, with hormones and shit. So, when I first saw Shoto Todoroki for the first time at the first-year sports festival, I didn’t know how I felt. American boys are great and all, but this is the first time I feel like I am genuinely liked. Now here I am, at a nice restaurant, across from the person that holds my heart in his hands.

The restaurant Todoroki made reservations at is fantastic. Beautiful lights hang from the ceiling; everything is decorated with black, gold and red accents, and wooden chairs and tables. The table we’re sitting has this amazing view of the sunset, and the light cascading over us makes it ethereal. Candles and a vase of flowers also accentuate the romantic mood. I couldn’t even afford to eat here if I tried. The place isn’t too packed, and the hostess gushed at us when we came in. That was humiliating.

I look great, or at least I think I do. Although, that’s all thanks to Steph and Lei. Lei altered my dress and added lace detailing, complementing the light blue satin material nicely. It has a flowy skirt, spaghetti straps, and I paired it with some simple ballet flats. Steph insisted that I at least wear some makeup, so I let her do some light mascara, blush, eyeshadow, and lip gloss. I did my hair, straightening it and doing a half-up-half-down updo.

I rub my sweaty palms on my napkin, adjust my glasses, and absentmindedly fiddle with the pendant around my neck. I really wish I knew how to start a conversation and not be awkward. Coincidentally, we both ordered soba. I’m also pretty sure I saw two mysterious figures that looked particularly like my best friends.

“Um, thank you again...for this. You look really nice.” I start. “By the way.” Todoroki looks at me, and I freeze. He looks perfect. He’s dressed in a simple white button-down that complements his red and white hair and beautiful heterochromatic eyes. He looks straight out of a magazine.

“You’re welcome. It’s my first time doing this kind of thing, so I hope it’s to your liking. You look nice as well.” He gives me a small, gentle smile, and I swear to god I would’ve melted right on the spot. I smile back at him, genuinely.

“So…how's the hero work going?” I ask.

“Good. I’m participating in a work-study right now.” Todoroki responds. “How’s the support course?” He asks me.

“It’s good! I recently finished Stephanie’s upgraded mask, and now I’m working on Lei’s hero costume. I’m thinking of making her gloves and making her actual suit lighter. I have so many ideas…” I didn’t realize I was rambling until suddenly there was a bowl of soba in front of me. “Oh. Uh, sorry, Todoroki. I was rambling,”

“It’s fine, Kaitlyn. I enjoy listening to you speak about something you seem so passionate about. But please, call me Shoto.” Todoroki says bluntly. A fierce heat spreads across my cheeks as I comprehend what he just said.

“Okay. S-Shoto. Are you sure that’s okay? I-I know that’s kind of a big deal in Japan, and…” I trail off. His given name sounds strange with my accent, but it feels right. “Shoto,” I say again, testing the pronunciation.

It was now Shoto’s turn to be flustered. A light pink color had blossomed on his face, and it was adorable. A giggle erupts from my lips without warning.

“Is something funny?” Shoto asks me. He tilts his head to the side in confusion, slurping on his noodles.

“No, it’s just, you’re cute when you’re blushing,” I say, half surprised by my forwardness. Oh my god. Why did I say that? Shoto looks like he doesn’t know what to say. Instead, the blush deepens, he coughs and changes the subject. I guess I'll take that as a good thing.

“Do they have soba in America?” He inquires. I look down at the half-eaten, delicious meal in front of me and think.

“Not exactly. They have different types of noodles and Americanized versions, but none are as good as this. I’m not surprised that it’s your favorite food.” I explain.

“Hmm,” he nods, “how do you know it’s my favorite food?”

Dammit. I exposed myself.

“Um , I kinda...memorized your schedule and noticed that you got cold soba at lunch every day. I figured it was your favorite.” I scratch the back of my neck nervously and blush again.

“Oh. You like spicy curry, but sometimes you get warm soba. I also memorized your schedule, but I didn’t mean to.” He casually adds.

“Yeah, I do. I like spicy food. Soba is delicious as well.” I smile. I don’t show it, but butterflies flutter in my stomach at his words. Maybe he does really like me.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･���:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After finishing dinner, I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Laughter bubbles up from my chest as Shoto tells me about how he thought he was the “hand crusher” because of how Midoriya and Iida got injured in their first year.

“Hand crusher? Really?!” I laugh. “I am the hand crusher.” I hold up my hand and playfully mock Shoto’s formal, monotone voice.

“Don’t mock my concern for my friends, Kait. I might crush your hand too.” Shoto smirks. For a split second, I fear he’s serious, but the light expression that plays on his usually stoic features says otherwise. “I remember that time I was passing by your class and you stabbed yourself with a pencil using your Quirk.”

“Oh, yeah. I was actually, um, staring at you...” I chuckle, slightly embarrassed as I recall the memory.

“Really?” Shoto wonders.

“It’s really embarrassing telling you this, but my Quirk activates and is harder to control when I’m feeling a strong emotion. I still have the led mark.” I laugh again, and I notice Shoto staring at me. I look at him and he looks away. We both blush.

We continue to walk side by side, heading back to U.A, and I admire the scenery. The night sky is beginning to peek out from the horizon and stars twinkle brightly on it. I look back at Shoto, but his expression changed drastically, and he stepped in front of me.

Then I see him. Endeavor, the number one hero, stands in front of us, scowling. His towering presence was scary up close, and his flames were warm and threatening, unlike Shoto’s. I have a strong urge to flip him off.

“Shoto.” Endeavor booms. Jeez, even his voice is rude.

“Father. What are you doing here?” Shoto scowls back.

“I have your location on my phone. I was not aware that you would be out tonight.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have to tell you everything.” Endeavor ignores Shoto’s remark and turns in my direction. I gulp.

“Who are you?!” The older Todoroki demands. Shoto opens his mouth to say something, but I speak first. it’s better to be polite than nothing.

“Hello, I’m Kaitlyn Grant. I attend U.A with Shoto.” I say formally. Hopefully my accent isn’t too obvious. Endeavor raises a brow, presumably at my use of his son’s given name.

“Are you in the hero course? What’s your Quirk?” He interrogates. I take a breath, trying to hide my nervousness.

“N-No sir, I’m in the support course. M-My Quirk is Psychokinesis, meaning I can manipulate the environment using my mind. It’s not very strong…” I mumble that last part. I avoid his glare, opting to mess with my fingers instead. The tension in the air is thick and awkward. I can feel his judgment.

“You seem weak. How do I know you’re good enough to date my son?” Endeavor’s voice reverberates in my ears. Ouch. How would you know that when I don’t even know that? “I just want what’s best for you, Shoto.”

“Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable? Please leave us. We should get back to school now.” Shoto steps forward.

“Fine. We’ll discuss this later.” The number one hero starts to continue his patrol route, but not without sparing me another icy glare. A mixture of anger and anxiety forms a pit in my stomach. I'm about to do something I'll most likely regret later.

“You’re a piece of hot flaming garbage!” I see Shoto holding back a chuckle in my peripheral. At this point I don’t know if he can hear me, but I don’t care. A faint green glow surrounds me as I float a small rock towards me. Before I lose momentum, I propel it in Endeavor’s direction.

It hits the back of his head and he looks back. “Oh, shit.” I curse.

Without thinking, I quickly grab Shoto’s hand and take off running. Thank goodness I wore flats. Luckily, campus is not too far away.

“Oh my god. Shoto, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” I breathe, exasperated. I stop running because we finally arrive in front of the 2-H dorms’ door. I still have a grip on his hand. It feels nice. I looked up to find Shoto standing mere inches away from me. The height difference making it so that he could easily bend down and kiss my forehead. Why am I thinking about that?

“I can’t believe I hit the number one hero with the rock!” I exclaim.

“Thank you.” Shoto whispers. He uses his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. It feels like time stops when his fingers brush my cheek.

“Thank you? What?! I made a terrible impression!! He doesn’t think I’m good enough! What if...what if I’m not good enough.” I panic and tears prick at the corners of my eyes. However, Shoto stops me by letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Look at me. I don’t care what my father says. I had a wonderful time with you and I found your outburst quite amusing.” He flashes me another small smile.

“You are good enough, Kaitlyn. I’ve liked you long enough to realize that, even if you don’t.”

Those words are enough to dissolve the pit in my stomach. I think back to when I confessed to him and my cheeks grow red. Throwing caution to the wind, I lean up on my toes and place a peck on his lips. Shoto pulls me closer and I hope he can’t hear my rapid heartbeat.

The kiss is quick and awkward, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We pull apart and I smile widely for the millionth time tonight.

“Thank you, Shoto. I had a really great time as well.” My phone vibrates in my pocket, making me jump. What a way to ruin the moment. “Sorry,” I have 20 missed calls and 46 messages, either from Hatsume, Steph, or Lei. I ignore them.

“Don’t apologize, it’s late and you should get inside. Here, have my phone number so you can contact me.” Shoto holds out a piece of paper with his contact information. When did he have time to write that? Nevermind. I take the slip of paper and twirl it in between my fingers.

“I’ll see you later? I don’t really know what to say...” I say to him.

“It’s okay. Goodnight, Kait. Sleep well.” Shoto looks at me before slowly heading back to his dorm. I laugh to myself at his short reply. Not unusual for him, but yes, it’s okay. Everything is.

Now alone, I stand there a second to take it all in. I went on a date with Shoto Todoroki, kissed him (again), I hit his father with a rock, and called him “a piece of hot flaming garbage”. Typical first date things.

I feel like screaming, but in a good, “oh my fucking god, I can’t fucking believe that actually happened”, way.

Now if only I could get Lei to go on a date with Shinsou. That was an ordeal for another time.

#todoroki x kaitlyn #todoroki x oc #anime #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shoto todoroki #bnha shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki fluff #todoroki x oc!reader

[kiivg]

I was so obsessed with you’re art! It seemed like no one else did Dorian/Blackwall and Kruber/Saltzpyre stuff, artwork or otherwise. And then all the dedication you put into drawing and writing for No One was so amazing. Loved your stuff then, and still love it now! Happy you’re still around and kicking, King!

.Obsessed? Thank you, that’s so sweet. I can’t imagine someone else finding a passion for the things I make. I do rather like being the person who makes those tiny ships, and I can’t tell you how many people have tagged my Dorian/Blackwall things with “I should have thought of this ship years ago”. I’m reminded of my Alistair/Gaspard stuff, I made people ship that, I made people like that. Fantastic. There’s too much power in art.

.Enjoy No One on a horse, though, I’ve never actually been up close to a horse, so maybe my size ratio is bad, because I have heard too many horror stories from my father about them. I have heard too many stories of my parents being chased by large animals, and that’s… suspicious. No One, as he is now, on a horse of perhaps odd size?. (Ramblings below.)

.I mean, because you mentioned No One and my almost zealous writing of his story, I want to write a bit about Not That Kind of Man. Simply because I love it. It’s a thing that’s explorative for me, being able to delve into my own characters and figure out little things about them I wouldn’t have otherwise thought about.

.Like, an example, Andrastopher Cousland my Hero of Ferelden, and his relationship with his brother Fergus. Now Andrastopher has massive issues regarding what canonically happened at Castle Cousland, and because of this he fortified the castle, like to the point that other nobles think he’s mad for doing it, and he keeps Fergus in there when he can. Not like a prisoner or anything, but he has mercenaries patrolling the halls, he has people able to deliver him a message in mere moments if need be. All because he wants to keep Fergus safe. Hell, he even rides day and night to reach the castle in NTKoM because he thinks Fergus is danger.

.Andrastopher’s love for his brother is maddening. He won’t let anything happen to him, he knows that if Fergus is in peril, he will defend him, until he himself perishes first. But, it’s not reciprocated. Not in the same way. Fergus, I think, doesn’t realise what Andrastopher went through. They both lost family; they both count their dead together. But Andrastopher saw it, Andrastopher suffered it, and Andrastopher survived it, if only for that night.

.If I hadn’t written NTKoM, I would have just kept them friendly as brothers.

.But, I know, that Fergus does things to Andrastopher, and Andrastopher forgives him (unknowingly I think) because Fergus can do no wrong. Fergus is his brother, and Andrastopher loves him. One of the things he does it cut Andrastopher’s hair. Which seems silly, really, I mean you’d be annoyed about that if your sibling did that to you, but it’s nothing major. Except, if anyone can remember what Andrastopher looked like, he had extremely long hair; and in NTKoM it is described as “unsightly when the wet ends stick to his arse” more or less, I don’t have the exact quote. And he takes pride in his hair, and the reason why is revealed in the chapter I’m writing now.

.“[Annette, Andrastopher’s ex-wife] knew of haircare, and she had pampered [Andrastopher] in his youth, whence bathing himself was a difficult thing… It was one of the things that had kept him alive back then, something most would have laughed at, just one thing that made him feel less disfigured, less monstrous.”.

.And Fergus cuts it off because he wants Andrastopher to look more like a nobleman than the barbarian that he makes himself out to be, just so that he might impress Sophia, the woman that Fergus is currently courting. He doesn’t care for Andrastopher’s feelings over it, he just does it without thought of why his brother has kept his hair so ungodly long.

.And, again, I wouldn’t have known this without writing NTKoM.

.But, it isn’t the only thing. I know a whole bunch about my OCs that I wouldn’t otherwise have though of. Like, No One can’t swim and can’t actually walk in boots anymore, Goddard Trevelyan is afraid of pretty much every animal, Marcus Hawke has pretty much hidden an entire village with magic, Andrastopher doesn’t drink alcohol, Lei can’t remember names for shit. And there’s more, but I’m not one for revealing all my story factors before I’ve written them in.

.Anyway, if you’re still reading this, I want to explain more about NTKoM’s basics.

.On the surface it looks like 600k of sloppy Blackwall/OMC drivel that doesn’t sound appealing. I mean, strange stinky werewolf falls in love with strange stinky bear? Not the story I’d read realistically. And I know that my writing in the beginning is somewhat awful and vulgar (I was learning!) but it’s so much better now.

.And it’s so much more. Early on it’s mostly No One and Thom, and it’s written like that because No One doesn’t want anything to do with anyone else. Only, Goddard sees him, and he has his own questions, and he has an Inquisition to ask them. And what happens when a demon wolf ravages Skyhold? You request the only family in Thedas who have a heritage in hunting the things down, because they’ll be the best. So Andrastopher arrives, with new knowledge, and his eyes are sharp, and No One cannot hide from a man who has learnt how to recognise his enemies and allies in just a second. Perhaps Goddard asks one too many questions, finds out a history he didn’t know he had, finds out he fathered a child some twenty years ago. That’s Lei. Bastard born, half-elven, strong-willed and strong-jawed.

.There are a fair few storylines that run parallel to one another, actions that No One takes that affect Andrastopher’s story, Goddard’s decisions which alter Blackwall’s path. Many things just like that, throughout, and, right now, I’m at the point (almost) when everything converges back. The next chapter, I think, will be when everyone of my characters are back in Skyhold, and that is the beginning of the end. Amidst the stone walls there will be murder, triumph, revelations on a dozen tongues to a thousand ears. And everything will come together, to the final point of the story I began almost four years ago, when I thought of a repentant Chevalier named No One whilst I was in the shower.

.And, I think, honestly, it’s worth a read. I know it’s terribly long, and it’s only bound to get longer. In my notes I’ve written that there’s only three months left of this story, though I do tend to write day-by-day in NTKoM, there will be some drastic time passage for a certain reason. Granted those three months will take me a long time to write, and I won’t lie about that. But it’s just so brilliant, and it’s just fantastic.

.And. I’m certain it would be so much more popular if it was Solas or Cullen that I wrote about.

.Only, it’s not just No One/Blackwall that I write about explicitly, though they probably have the most amount of smutty scenes. I wrote about Goddard and his wife, Yetta, then Andrastopher and Zevran, No One and Caldwell, Blackwall and Raas, Goddard and Florent in the past, hell, I even mention The Iron Bull and that Orlesian dragon enthusiast that I cannot remember the name of. And background couples! The Iron Bull and Dorian become something, Quincy and Kina become a couple, and Lei has too many crushes! I am building up to something deliciously smutty, however, and I cannot wait to get to it.

.Plus, I have this big family tree I’m remaking because I’m adding more characters to it, I currently have 215 names on it, because I’m hellish. I’m two hours in and this is where I’m at.

.Ah! I just want to talk about it all day. I really wish people would read it. It’s difficult to explain the plotline to people in real life when you’ve got a dozen storylines with a dozen characters to each one, and you’ve knowledge of over half a century of this story wrapped up in your head.

.I wrote 7k words the other day, and about 4.5k of that was a smutty scene to begin the lovely chapter 60. Can you believe?.

.Thank you for the ask!.

#anonymous #answer #ntkom #no one #oc

[derireo]

reserved | (1) | z.yixing

word count: 1352

genre: violence + humor + angst; mafia/triad au + badboy!lay

pairing: oc/yixing

chapter summary: someone ends up finding a bloodied, half-dead girl in the alleyway of a club and calls for a taxi to the hospital. positions are unnecessarily on the line as they wait.

chapters: 1 / 2 / 3

 Flashback One: Heaven on Earth

Rivulets of blood poured out of Lei Fan’s mouth while she held her quivering stomach with her hand. Her forehead was pressed against the cold concrete wall in front of her, her throat beginning to close up with a stinging sensation as her eyes welled up, much to her chagrin.

She grimaced in humiliation, it became clear to her that trusting these two was a mistake.

At this point Lei Fan’s mouth was flooding with bile when her stomach began to twist again, leaving her with the urge to keep her mouth open to let everything out. When she spat, her saliva was a mixture of phlegm and clotted blood and the sight made her feel more uneasy.

Her heart started to rattle uncontrollably while she tried to grasp onto her waning consciousness by scraping her dirtied fingertips against the concrete wall she was resting on.

She needed, wanted, to call for help, but only a strangled sob was able to come out of her shivering body.

Her phone was stolen a while back and her wallet was taken away as well, so coming across a public phone with change on hand was nearly impossible at this point.

The clock was ticking as static took up the remaining space in her head beside the worry and want of dying right then and there. She wished for someone to find her slumped against the wall and call for help, or personally bring her to the hospital, but it seemed that tonight, no one wanted to come out.

The city lights illuminated either side of the alleyway Lei Fan was in, but only the sound of vehicles with uncaring drivers passed by.

Her hope was dwindling down to that of a small bud and she grimaced, a small cry tumbling from her lips as she found herself falling onto her back on the grimy concrete. “Ah…”

Hot tears started to blur her vision, the lights becoming hazy while her body twitched in intervals from the pain of having been beaten up half an hour earlier.

Yunliong is seen as the place where you can forget all of your worries and have fun with your friends and or lover, but Lei Fan didn’t expect to get tricked like this by the people she trusted her whole life.

Dumb girl.

And as her breath began to shorten, the girl’s lips started to tremble in fear and despair as she realized that every breath could be her last at that very moment. Wild thoughts were going through her head, and she started to blabber out all of her apologies and regrets into the cold, misty air, her voice thinning out at the end due to the effort it took her.

As she was rambling to herself, a man had slipped out from the emergency exit with two others, coincidentally walking into the same alleyway where Lei Fan was starting to gargle incoherently through her tears. He paused mid-step, his indifferent gaze stuck on the bloodied, disheveled girl laying about ten feet away.

The man tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, causing the dimple in his cheek to make an appearance. This instantly made him look less intimidating, and his men took the opportunity to take a quick glance at him before reverting their eyes to the twitching figure on the floor.

The club’s music was deafening from both the inside and outside, but as the man’s mouth opened, it seemed everything went quiet.

His gaze was sharp as he looked at the other two, “Ma Chou, call a taxi,” he said, his voice low with a natural taste of seduction laced into his dialect. He then pointed his finger at the other man who seemed to not know what to do.

“Mo Shan. Call Yunliong Hospital. Alert ER.”

And as the men hurriedly carried on with their tasks, the haughty persona strode towards the body that lay pathetically on the ground.

His lips curled into a disapproving frown when he saw how her face was messy with dried blood and dirt. It seemed obvious that she had been viciously attacked and had probably been robbed as well due to the lack of bag or purse on her.

It was normal for Yunliong, Heaven on Earth, to have incidents like this, but for some reason, this situation didn’t feel right with him. 

The sound of knees cracking was music to his ears when he crouched down to examine the woman closer and out of the blue, he picked up a piece of her hair between his fingers and ran his thumb along the albeit tangled, silky strands.

Underground organizations tend to keep their victims from the public, always disposing of bodies in private to not catch the attention of the police and unknowing residents, so the man concluded that this situation was of one with pure malicious intent.

No professional extortion or torture was present in the hints he was silently finding among the body of this girl and it ticked him off. All crimes happening in Yunliong were exclusively caused by organized crime groups so having an incident like this one where no bigger groups were involved concerned him.

What did this pathetic woman do to get herself into this situation?

The silence was comfortable for everyone, save for Lei Fan, who was still barely conscious on the ground as the people surrounding her were waiting for the taxi to arrive.

The girl's hearing was fuzzy, but she was still able to make out the words the man harshly uttered next and she thanked the Higher Deity for giving her someone who seemed to care just a little for her well being.

"If that taxi isn't here in 3 minutes, I will demote you, Ma Chou. I will personally carry this girl to the hospital if we have to wait any longer than 5."

Lei Fan's head was tilted to the side by the man so that she wouldn't choke on her saliva, and her cheek was cushioned by his palm. The fat tears that were resting in her eyes fell down then, and rolled onto the stranger's palm, startling the person because of the cold sensation.

His fingers lightly tickled her jaw when he curled them, and Lei Fan felt a hand rubbing her back to comfort her.

A warm sensation took over her body and she suddenly didn't feel cold anymore.

Another wave of fresh tears pooled out of her eyes when she couldn't contain her emotions, and her body shook violently and painfully as an incoherent sputter escaped her, her sob breaking the man's subordinates hearts.

They were used to seeing terrible men and women alike abused to the brink of tears or insanity, but witnessing this scene of an innocent, vulnerable little girl crying into the palm of their superior has caused their hearts to clench uncomfortably in sympathy.

Ma Chou wasn't deterred by the threat thrown earlier by the man, but it only encouraged him to kindly ask the taxi driver they requested for to hurry up.

The city lights were flickering while the girl's sobs slowly turned into little sniffles, her eyes swollen from shedding so many tears.

A comfortable silence fell among everyone until it was broken abruptly by the quiet Mo Shan, "Sir, the taxi is here."

The man's eyes changed from concern to indifference when he looked up from Lei Fan to Mo Shan. His mouth curved downwards into a frown while he checked his watch, clicking his tongue, not saying another word to his men as he lifted the girl into his arms, her body limp.

He checked her face to see if she fell asleep.

Seems so.

A scoff left him, but it wasn't one of annoyance.

He was somewhat fond.

He led his men into the large taxi with the girl instinctively curling into his chest and he gave the address to Yunliong Hospital to the driver in curt sentences, his gaze sometimes glaring at one of the subordinates with a small snarl.

Ma Chou had time to reflect before his demotion took place.

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[onlywayleftisup]

today on: i think the most about DN and my DNkids when i am away from the actual game i think its my body’s way of coping with being away from its children LMAO but eh just rambles about how pvp/pve works in my storyworld, weapons, and how lei is not op :c

.. in my DN story, or universe, or storyworld, i like to think that adventurers, though maybe skilled in fighting monsters, are mostly not that skilled in fighting against people. because the way you handle your weapons, and analyse situations, plan strategies, and use your skills greatly differs when you fight mobs vs fighting actual people. its also why my blade dancer, laythe, has an edge to him whereby he has never lost his battles and ends up killing every single person he wins against.

its like... uh.. i imagine its because adventurers are brought up and mainly trained to fight, kill and protect against monsters, not people? mind you that that is how i see DN adventurers in my storyworld. typical mmorpg setting.

the colosseum is not entirely different in that concept. you could be the no 1 pvp player (colosseum fighter), and be absolutely shit at fighting mobs. i got this idea from the game itself; how purely PVP people are sometimes ungeared bc why would they be if they only fight comp on, so if they go PVEing theyd prolly have a really hard time grasping mechs. and purely PVE people themselves would have a hard time with PVP as well. of course there still would be the occasional people who are both God in pve and pve; i still dont have a DNkid representing that category yet... hm.

to add into my “people dont rly know how to effectively fight other people!” thing, well, in my storyworld too, you CANNOT simply unsheathe your weapon in town. you’d get caught by the royal guards or idk if they have police in SH or anything and get sued. we have civilians in the town guys!! you cant just pull out your mace!! there are serious repercussions..!! if you fight in town thats even worse (esp if u use your weapons)- you can get jail time. and the highest crime of it all is if you kill a person. big no-no. just no. i got this idea from the fact that towns are a no-skill zone. :thonk: so ya people fighting isnt the norm here. you go to the colosseum for that.

heck i even thought of how people have like.. licenses to carry their weapons. like when you graduate from your base classes you go through this formal.. registration.. thingy... idk what its called im not educated enough to know what this is but yea adventurers do go through a formal system whereby they register themselves, their classes, their weapons... etcetc. like uh, bjolne. first class chaser, second class raven. weapons: scimitar, a pair of crooks, shurikens, smoke bombs, small daggers, (lists all his gazillion weapons here). and everytime they change their weapons or upgrade their gears they have to also update the... people.. in charge of that department..? they probably have a form for this or something. and i thought about how most weapons would be made in town (see: blacksmithes) and so would have their own unique trait that therefore would differentiate it as being the only one? like how guns have their serial numbers or something like that. so that if the owner shoots someone the police can track it back to them? again, not knowledgeable enough to explain it sufficiently or attach proper terms for this. but theyd use this system too because i like to think that sometimes adventurers lose their weapons in dungeons or anywhere due to being injured and having to leave immediately, or for whatever reason, so if anyone found that weapon you can trace it back to the owner. also like the gun example, if a weapon was used as a crime tool then it can also be tracked to the adventurer. its why saints (or just normal doctors) are quite important in this aspect, because well, finn, at least, knows to look for these kind of stuff when hes working with injured patients. hes trained to recognize wounds made by mobs and those made by other people, aka other adventurers, or other weapon-wielding people. if its true they were inflicted by other adventurers then he has the rights to notify the authorities for an investigation, because harming another person is illegal >:c!!! 

all in all i am just saying this because i thought about how people might think that my blade dancer, laythe is way overpowered or some gary sue because i always emphasize on the fact that he has.. never lost. hes not overpowered. its just that in my DN storyworld, the setting just so happens that people are not used to fighting other people, especially with the intent to kill. sure they have the colosseum to brawl it out, but the way i set my DN storyworld colosseum is that you absolutely cannot kill a person in there. its simply a place to fight to your heart’s contents but you cant kill or be killed there. kinda like real world boxing matches. can you punch and beat the shit outta people without getting sued? hell yes! can you kill them? bloody hell no!!

in colosseum your damage input and output is controlled by idk some unseen power and also rules (see: compensation on pvp) and though you can get quite seriously injured, you cannot die in the colosseum. if a battle gets too bad the match gets stopped. heck, i even made an entire batch of OCs to be colosseum medics (fantasia c’esthall and her party) on standby to show how much i want people to know that HELLO IN MY DN WORLD YOU CANT DIE IN THE COLOSSEUM

so if you think of how my storyworld was set, it makes sense a bit. you have laythe, who is very proficient in using his class skills for murdering people bc hes... laythe, and most unlucky adventurers who comes across him simply just doesnt know how to... counter that. people are nothing like dungeon monsters. you need to have a very specific skillset for those two entirely different things. you put a Moonlord who his entire life has been training and fighting minotaurs and suddenly hes pitted off against an insanely fast and ruthless Blade Dancer who likely stabs and strangles people for a living. that moonlord, though he might be a very strong moonlord, has no chance. he’ll literally be a moonlord because his soul would be dancing in the moon when half his head gets sliced from laythe’s chakrams.

(also i should probably mention that both laythe and raythe dont live in town. they live deep in the forest/dungeon. raythe chose the place bc its quite secluded... so theyre not really adventurers, theyre just weapon-wielding people... in a way.. neither of them have registered weapons too. illegal kids.)

#dn #laythe #raythe #mentioned: #bjolne

[rt8815]

Untitled: “Last Gasp” Inspired

A/N: I’ve been struggling with another piece since before Halloween. Honestly, I’m wondering if I should scrap it altogether. The episode “Last Gasp” inspired this little fic.

I’ve written my OC McKinley Durand before, but you don’t really need the other bits to appreciate what I have here. I haven’t created a Masterlist anyway. Naughty me.

Word Count: 983

March 14, 2018

McKinley stood at the back of the lecture hall, listening to Spencer adorably ramble to his students, gesturing enthusiastically with his hands and pacing across the podium. She had the whole afternoon free and wanted to provide her friend moral support, especially after what that bitch Barnes had done.

McKinley loved watching him teach – he truly was a natural – but he belonged in the field. She’d also spent the past hour trying – and failing – not to roll her eyes.

Doing a quick headcount, she calculated that roughly 95% of Spencer’s audience were women. Well, hardly women. Most were barely legal.

Not that they let that fact deter them. They leaned forward in their seats, doe-eyed and sighing audibly every five seconds. A few twirled their hair. McKinley swore she saw one scribbling “Dr. and Mrs. Reid” in her ‘notebook’ and blinking ‘I love you’ in Morse Code. It strongly reminded her of that scene from Raiders.

“Oh honey, as if,” she thought. Right then, Spencer’s voice pulled McKinley out of her head.

“You're probably gonna want to write this down. I shouldn't be telling you guys this, but I'm definitely putting this on the final.”

“I'm only auditing this class,” a girl in the front row simpered in reply.

“Ugh, is she drooling? Sweetheart, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

Spencer addressed the whole crowd. “Is anyone else auditing this class?” Nearly everyone raised their hand.

“Okay,” he replied, genuinely perplexed. “Unfortunately, that is all the time we have for today. Thank you, guys.”

His cell rang as the students filed out, all the auditors dragging their feet. McKinley straightened her leather bomber jacket and grabbed her bag off the table.

As she passed Spencer’s fan club, she whispered, “It’s never gonna happen, ladies.” They scowled.

“Hey Spencer, you ready for lunch?” she asked when he hung up.

“Actually, something’s going on at Emily’s. Raincheck?” he asked apologetically.

“No problem. C’mon, I’ll drive you.”

They weaved through the congested hallway, where the same girls threw McKinley sour looks before resuming their gossiping. “Those vultures won’t dig their claws into my friend, not if I can help it.” Almost subconsciously, McKinley slipped her arm into Spencer’s. The growls were positively primal.

“Succubi,” she grumbled.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing, not important,” she answered a little too quickly.

“I’m surprised so many people audited the class,” he stated, opening the door for her. “If they were that interested, why not just officially sign up?” Sweet man. He had no clue.

McKinley debated on telling him. She’d settled on waiting but her face betrayed her.

“What’s that look? You seem…half amused, half disgusted.”

She sighed heavily, pausing the search for her keys. She placed her hands on his shoulders as though bracing him for bad news. “I don’t know how to break it to you Spencer…most of them weren’t there to learn about triggers and stressors. They were there for you.”

His brows wrinkled. “What d’you mean?”

“They came to ogle at you,” she explained. Spencer stared blankly.

“Bless your heart, you don’t realize how desirable you are, do you? Tender heart, beautiful brain, modest, funny, impeccable fashion sense. That lovely speaking voice and passion for teaching both work in your favor, too. You’d be quite a catch.”

He hung his head. “But those girls only wanted to…to…”

“Undress you with their eyes? Yes.”

Spencer grimaced while clambering into McKinley’s tiny car. “I’m technically old enough to be their dad!” he exclaimed.

“Pretty sure that’s part of the appeal,” she intoned, firing up the car and pulling out of the lot.

The drive was punctuated by Spencer’s groans of mortification. When they parked on Emily’s street, he abruptly turned to McKinley.

“Seriously?” he blurted incredulously.

“I’m telling you, they wanted to jump your bones there and then. They’ve already planned weddings and picked baby names. You didn’t smell the pheromonal stink of desperation?”

“No!”

“Bro, they dipped in stank.”

Spencer fell silent as they climbed the stairs. McKinley reached for the doorbell, but he blocked it with his hand.

“You really think I’m a catch?” he asked softly.

“Does Steven Hawking roll through the quad?” McKinley replied, not missing a beat.

“Huh. Came up with that awfully fast there, Durand.”

Spencer didn’t remove his hand, so she rapped the doorknocker instead.

“Oh no! It’s ‘did,’ past tense, because Hawking died earlier today. He’ll never roll anywhere again.” She teared up.

The door swung open to reveal a weary yet determined Emily Prentiss.

“Ley, hey. I wasn’t expecting you. Thanks for bringing Spence over but…you can’t be here,” she warned her young friend.

McKinley caught a glimpse of the others shuffling papers out of sight and Penny hastily turning off the TV before Emily stepped out and pulled the door shut.

She grinned mischievously. “You’re working a case behind Barnes’ back, aren’t you?”

“You don’t know what we’re doing, Ley, because you were not here today. Understood?”

“Got it: plausible deniability,” McKinley nodded. “Tear her a new one, Em,” she begged as Emily retreated into the house.

“Later, Professor Pretty Boy,” she teased, echoing a text from the mysterious Derek Morgan, fluffing Spencer’s hair for added effect. It worked – he blushed, ducking in after Emily.

A pleasant warmth spread from McKinley’s fingertips, swallowing her whole. Her cheeks stung and despite the chilly March air, she desperately wanted to shuck her wool-lined jacket…but her heart had lightened and she refused to lose that warmth.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, she realized she’d felt that before; throughout her childhood, and whenever she visited her Mom. Home. Spencer felt like home.

“Well this changes things,” she announced to thin air. She glanced once more in the rearview mirror, imagining her friends huddled in Emily’s den, fighting with limited resources to save lives, risking everything to do what’s right.

“Stay safe, guys.”

“Whatever makes you feel the sun from the inside out, chase that.”

Gemma Troy

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