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avampyone · 1 month

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Our Separate Paths

Characters: Hemlocke, Tataru Taru and Inamorata Rillemont. Mentions of Mithus Greystone and Cosette Durendaire.

Synopsis: Hemlocke insists on helping Tataru and ends up in a chance encounter with a old friend from his past.

Setting: Ishgard during the events of Heavensward.

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All words and thoughts failed Hemlocke to describe the feeling that weighed on him to return to Ishgard too soon. The city was as ever a cold beautiful monument that never seemed to change since that fateful day of the calamity. A chilly breeze crept out in an uncanny manner like tendrils that sought to entwine itself around the duskwight’s tall form- to squeeze and suffocate. Such was a feeling he couldn’t shake off no matter how many layers he wore.

There was a time when he was much like the cold ice that engulfed this city, untouchable at the core and seemingly unfeeling, ignoring everything in pursuit of a singular goal. Late at night when the work was finished, he allowed himself to ponder over if that ice had left him completely. All that mattered naught now. The only goal Hemlocke focused on now was to keep out of any trouble. The Scions had more than enough on their hands right now after the events of the Bloody Banquet.

‘He was truly a good and honorable man – General Raubahn did not deserve that.’ Hemlocke thought wistfully to himself with a sigh of impatience to follow. All the while, he trailed closely on the heels of Tataru whom he had been tasked to aid. She fervently rushed around the Jeweled Crozier with the pitter patter of her boots hitting in quick succession against the stone streets below, skillfully dodging the legs of passerby’s that gave her no notice. With a squint of concern and frown lining his expression, Hemlocke took several quick paces forward with the languid wave of his arm to flag her down, coming to stand to block her path in his desperation.

Naturally, Tataru easily bounded off around him, “Miss Tataru, please allow me to escort you through here – It would be imprudent for a young lady to be seen walking alone..” To that, she turned to him with a light furrow to her brows and her small hands waving in the air in a frantic gesture “Look, Hemlocke..You must stop with all of these formalities! We’ll get nowhere just standing about all day. We must hurry and see what we can do to help out our comrades!”

Tataru wasted no time at all in hurrying off to the next stall to make arrangements with another Ishgardian merchant to order more supplies. Heaving out another sigh, Hemlocke threw his hands up to acquiesce to the persistent lalafell in the humbling knowledge he would fail if he tried to go toe to toe with her. Hemlocke took one small step forward in her general direction, but found himself frozen to the spot to hear the delicate rasp of a voice he knew very well.

“I-I cannot believe if. I would know your eyes from anywhere! It’s really you..Serap-“

“*Don’t* say it!” There was a timbre lined with the rise of hot anger that came uncharacteristically from Hemlocke in a growl of warning, those crimson eyes narrowing upon figure of the lithe elezen woman with fair hair. Such an outburst drew the glances of wary onlookers. He straightened himself to full height, adjusting the lapels of his jacket to regain his composure. The gleam of his eyes descending into a somber haze in their half-lidded guarded state, “My.. apologies, madam. Please if you would call me Hemlocke now- The man you knew before died in that fire. It is as simple as that, Lady Rillemont.” The directness of his tone would stand for no argument in this.

Despite the initial shock, Inamorata beelined towards him to press her gloved laced hands against the front of his chest. Her lovely eyes shone out pleadingly upward at him, like pale jewels of blue with the sheen of unshed tears, “You would treat us like strangers now?..We cried for you. Even, Mithus..! You had everything you sought for. Your engagement to Lady Durendaire, earning her love after so long and freedom from Gloucent... Why did you throw it all away..”

Those frail eyes searched over him, brimming in a concern that came naturally to Inamorata. She always been far too sweet for the likes of Ishgardian society having been married off to a drunkard of a man. Her along with the rugged Mithus, a former lancer turned gardener, he'd become close with the long years after his tutor had been dismissed. His only consistent lovers and confidants. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the either of them that would garner the attention of those that sought perfection- but to him, they exuded nothing but the pure honesty of themselves. Such a trait he had always admired and envied.

Ultimately, a love blossomed between Inamorata and Mithus that he stepped back from to see cultivate, not feeling the same even if he was grateful for the trust he had in them. Thinking on this, Hemlocke brought his hands up to cover her own in a light squeeze. He brought the lady’s knuckles close, bowing his head to press kisses against most affectionately. His thumbs grazed over after to urge warmth back against the chill he felt in her lacy hands, “..She loved my striking looks and the idea of me. It’s always been about appearances, love. But, never mind about me. I trust you are both well..?”

Hemlocke’s question ended with him bringing those hands back in her own space with a steady nod. She offered a smile even if it weighed heavy with emotion, “Yes, very well – My husband drank himself to death not long after the fire. With my new fortune, Mithus and I were able to marry. We have a little one of our own and another on the way..” The merry way of which she spoke of all these pleasant events with a maternal press to her abdomen eased something in Hemlocke. How could he look upon this return to Ishgard with such discomfort now? To know his old friends were in good health and well taken care of.

A genuine smile uplifted his features, murmuring silent gratitude to the Fury for watching over them so, “That’s wonderful to hear and I’m truly happy for you both.. For me, there is much that has changed..much I cannot tell you without risking you all. This is the last you will see of me.” Good byes had never been easy for Hemlocke even as easily he made the motion to turn away from Inamorata to head back towards Tataru.

The voice called out to him one last time giving Hemlocke a pause in his step, “Did you find happiness..?” It came out quiet but hopeful.

It would have been easier to lie. Yet, he had made the promise to try to live as honestly as he could in his new life even if he found the truths of the world outside weren’t always so easy to face, “I am content enough..I have the opportunity to see the world and hone the abilities I found I have as not to be a detriment to others. You have your own paths to follow now, so take care of one another, mm? It is all I wish.”

Hemlocke found his way back to Tataru, drifting along through the thrums of merchants and customers with none of the rush he had before and a noticeable droop to his shoulders. Even with his best efforts, the lalafell noticed this change in him with a press of hands to her hips and waggled her finger at him, “Oh, come on, no need to worry so for the others..We have to do our best in the meantime, right? And maybe we can stop for some Ishgardian tea on the way back!”

Hemlocke couldn’t help but to perk up a little to that, coming to kneel to reach and grab a few of the bags she had to carry. If he were to be honest with himself, perhaps there was more he missed about Ishgard than he had realized now that the heavy feeling in his chest had eased to some degree, “Aye, I would like that very much.”

#hemlockeffxiv #ffxiv elezen #ffxiv oc lore #ffxiv oc #hemlocke #ffxiv writing #oc backstory #exploring hemi's past connections #will do more story tid bits when time allows!

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peachiesnake · 7 months

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isnt he so scraggly

#my art #genesis the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic original character #sonic the hedgehog #i made this specifically for the showdown #i need to make more things probably for propaganda but idk how to do that tbh ill share tid bits about my stink

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magpieddd · 5 months

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hellooo! hope ur doing well!

i just wanted to share my doodle of ur toh oc, gabi! theyre really cool and i hope to get to know them more :0 i love their style too btw !!

unsure if i gave them any justice BUT theyre really cool ‼️ i also want to get to know more of ur stories, love ur writing!! c:

MY BABY MY DARLING MY ADORED RAT GABI I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU

#you did do them justice i love how they look in your style especially the hair #I'm happy you like them!!!! :)#I've kind of let go of toh and started focusing on other ocs but this doesn't mean I'll stop drawing gabi they're still my adored child #fhejcjajfjw you're so sweet I'm happy you like my writing😭#I'm working on an original story with the ocs I've recently posted so stay tuned for tid-bits of that ahah #thank you again!! i love your doodle #ask #asks #backup au #gabi

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warlordfelwinter · 7 months

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last time i didn't talk to sarevok bc i'm stupid and i read he was kind of difficult so i was like well maybe if i sneak around and just ambush him i can get better positioning

did talk to him this time and boy i'm glad i did. i love getting fucked up rain tidbits. also with the whole squad there (minus minsc and jaheira bc i didn't want their personal drama with sarevok getting in the way of any good rain dialogue) the fight was laughably easy

#'purest bhaalspawn there ever was'#ugh!#i love him #what a little freak of nature #fel's bg3 #oc: rain #i think maybe you get more tid bits about yourself if you're doing an evil run but alas im roleplaying and rain is a good boy

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dread0narrival · 4 months

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Stole this from @cptsadist hope you don’t mind :3

How my OCs voices would sound:

🔪 CLOVE 🔪

Deceptively deep, almost raspy. Think sleepy “just got out of bed” voice but all the time.

☁️ VESPER ☁️

A very androgynous voice that is soft spoken and vulnerable.

🔧 PHISC 🔧

Due to being selectively nonverbal her voice has a hoarse bite to it. It sounds like she has a cold or sore throat constantly.

#I’m not good at voice claiming but a general idea for those who might be intrested in the tid bits lol #clove oc #Vesper oc #phisc oc

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merwynsartblog · 4 months

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doodle of sharp teethers ALSO the bottom right one has a scar there because i actually orignially had it where his scar from dark matter is on his mouth and it ripped pieces of his mouth up why? well when he was possessed he would use his mouth like how he used king dedede stomach to like appear- but i decided against it bc my brain was scared yall take it the wrong way so its on the leg- anyways lol

#fun lil tid bit #mercury the lizard archer #kirby oc #kirby oc doodles #doodles

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spotlightstudios · 11 months

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Part 2 of redrawing/finishing old ocs!

This one I'm calling Ferro! I know for a fact he was originally a batim oc concept, supposed to be a ferret (Blackfooted ferret I think) bit I never got around to finishing his sketch.

Now I've furry-ized him, and I'm SO happy about it! Forget cheetahs and stuff, when I get a fur-suit, it's gonna be shaped like this guy. This shape is nuts...

Comparison! ^

Kid you not, that lil sketch inspired the new ones... I mostly took the facial markings and fur shape. A long lanky character w/ spikey and untamed fur is exactly what I got from tye first one, then transferred it over!

#light's spot #my art #oc #sketch #furry #Ferret furry #furry oc #Ferro #guys this soujds dumb #but I know for a fact that past-me was readying to draw a tall oc #cuz I never drew bodies that long #and that specif feature stood out to me sm when I saw the sketch that I was like #“oh wait. i know this one.”#and ran w/ it!!!#can... can you tell that my art is based in furries?#you... you should know by now that the only art I drew starting out #was animal jam characters and irl animals #fun tid-bit about yours truly lmao-

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vincentmatthews · 11 months

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3 for the micro stories💖

I trusted you. {🔗}

{Tw: Mentions of Physical Abuse, Yelling, Ptsd, Language}

Apologies for how long it took, I was at a family reunion. Also Hi and thank you for leaving this x3💕

~♡

Silent tears cascaded down her face. Her red mohawk was deflated, her eyes were blacked with bruises, her nose was bloody and crooked, and her lip was split. Red hand marks around her pale neck. Her collar and the ends of her shirt were torn. She had bloody bite marks on the side of her neck. She was leaning against the bathroom door, it was locked, yet she still had to lean her whole body weight against it.

"LET ME THE FUCK IN!!" The door knob jiggled, followed by heavy pounding on the door. This only caused her to cry hysterically.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" She screamed, slipping down door. She held her knees to her chest, her hands shaking.

She heard heavy footsteps retreat from the door. Next thing she knew he threw his whole body against the door, trying to break it down.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He beat on the door again.

"HAVE TO FUCKING REACH ME FIRST!" She yelled back. The footsteps retreated once more, followed by another slam on the door, this one shook her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!! please.." She cried, hearing him snarl at her through the door. He drug his nails down the wood, splintering the wood.

He huffed, stomping around the room, grabbing the nearest thing to him, and throwing it as hard as he could against the door.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

She ran a hand through her hair, crying hysterically, her chest got heavy, feeling like she was suffocating.

"Leave me ALONE!!"

"Vine?" A soft voice brought her back to reality. She was sitting in a diner, staring down at her pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. She still looked terrible, but now in fresh clothes, and having showered before breakfast. V stared at her with his big green eyes. Her nose has been reset, and her bruises were slightly faded.

"Hm?" Her green eyes looked up at V's, their eyes and hair color mirrored flawlessly.

"I asked if you're okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking.." She absent-mindedly stabbed a fork into a strawberry. "Thanks for lending me your clothes." The oversized pink and blue ombre US Cracks shirt, and a pair of simple black shorts.

"No problem!" He smiled at her, which devolved into a frown as he saw her start to space off again. He smiled again, trying to lighten the mood, hoping his smile would really sell the deal. "Hey! I heard they're reshowing that vintage action movie you like! We should go see it! What's it called again? Oh, yeah. John Wick??" She didn't even look up, which wasn't like her. He sighed, placing his hand on Vinessa's wrist, which she instinctively ripped out of his grip. "You know you can talk to me."

"Were you there?" She hissed at him, her voice was sharp and venomous.

"No, but-"

"Then you don't fucking know what it was like." She scraped the strawberry off of her fork, moving to carve away at her fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

"I have more fucking experience than you think I do. I may not know what exactly it was like, but I can understand."

"Oh, boo-hoo. I had a dead Rockstar in my head for 6 months, then hooked up with world-renowned Kerry Eurodyne. Yeah, Vince, your life was so fucking hard." She scoffed at him, shoving a forkful of pancakes in her mouth; at least she was eating. V fell silent, looking down at his lukewarm cup of coffee in his hands.

"It wasn't all puppies and happiness-"

"No, you were shitting rainbows-" She interjected, making V shrink in on himself. He took a deep breath, gathering his bearings enough so his voice didn't break.

"All I'm saying is maybe talking about it could help."

"Yeah-" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Like you'd fucking care." V leaned back in the booth seat, rubbing a hand through his scruff.

"I do."

"Look, Vince. I appreciate it. But now isn't a good time." Vinessa let out a heavy exhale.

V stood up, which made Vinessa furrow her eyebrows at him.

"Tell Tom to put it on my tab. I'll call you a Del for a ride back to my apartment."

Vinny was either hurt or confused that their breakfast date was cut short.

"You're not staying?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I'll just meet you back at the apartment."

"Okay." She spoke awkwardly, her eyes looking down at her plate before back up at him.

"You'll be fine. Call me if you need me or start to feel panicked. And when we get back to the apartment, we'll talk about this." He pointed at her, up and down. He turned on his heel, walking out.

Vinessa looked down at her half-eaten, sad excuse for a breakfast. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd been suffering from nightmares every night since she'd left him. She'd have panic attacks where she'd see his face in the corner of her eye, in the sea of pedestrians. Someone would talk behind her on the street and she'd swear it was him. A hand on her shoulder from V would almost make her piss herself. It was only a month since she'd been free from him. 4 weeks since she'd called Vince, a complete mess of herself. Thankfully he was understanding enough to take her; he was her brother, it was his duty to take care of her. Despite her daily breakdowns, her night terrors where she'd wake up screaming and crying, and those nights where she just wanted to end it all.

She pushed her plate away, just as a middle-aged waitress trudged on by. She was a short and stout woman with thin, hay blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. She didn't know what gave her more of an off-feeling; the deep facial lines and wrinkles she had, the white chin hairs, or the peacock green dramatic eyeshadow that went to her black penciled-in eyebrows. Maybe it was the faded pink waitress uniform that looked older than Vinessa, herself; stained from countless years worth of coffee, ketchup, and bacon grease.

"What else can I getcha, sweetie pie?" She held onto an off-yellow notepad and a click pen, more for aesthetics than it was for practicality. Along with it selling the "vintage" feeling.

"No, I'm good. Put it on Vincent Dean Matthe-I mean, Vincent Dean Eurodyne's tab." She corrected herself as she slipped outta the booth. The waitress scribbled the note on the tab.

"Perfect." She simply said before walking to the next table.

Vinessa sighed, quickly walking to the exit, her optics scanning the diner customers before walking out.

She swore she could see her ex's face morphed onto a passerby. She brushed it off as her eyes once again playing tricks on her. She took a deep breath as she stood on the curb, waiting for her cab. She felt herself start slip, her mind wandering once more.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!" Her hands pushed against his chest, hating how he easily overpowered her. His hands easily pinning down her wrists. "JAXX, GET THE FUCK OFF!" She threw her head back, then forward, ramming her skull into his. He jolted back, and faultered his grip just enough for her to pull loose.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He reached for her neck, gripping it. She took this time to punch him as hard as she could on his groin. That was just enough to knock the wind out of him.

"FUCKING TRY ME, BITCH!"

Her train of thought was cut off as her optics lit up a red, along with the familiar sound of her ringtone playing in her ear. She felt her stomach churn upon seeing the contact name. Her ride had just pulled around the corner, which elected a sigh of relief. She rejected the call, her eyes dimming, just as the door of the cab opened for her.

"I trusted you, but now I'm free." She whispered to herself, as she crawled in the back seat.

"Evening Ms, where to?" The engram greeted her cheerfully.

"Take me to the Glen Apartments." She smiled to self.

"Right away."

"Thanks." She leaned back in her seat, she reached in her pocket, retreaving a vintage pink ipod. She untangled the knot of white wired headphones. She pushed them into each ear, turning on the screen. After a minute of browsing, she selected a song.

Leaning her head against the window, Vinessa watched the city lights flash by. Periodically, her green eyes would catch a neon advertisement or a hologram. Then there it was, the Corpo Plaza. The large Holofish always brought a childish grin to her face. Her eyes would light up every time she saw them. Some days she'd just go and sit on the glass, watching the fish swim around in a circle. It was peaceful and oddly comforting in this hellscape of a city. The only thing that killed the vibe was that black, ominous, Arasaka building that loomed over the Plaza like a dark shadow.

It didn't take long for the cab to pull up to the apartment building. She didn't hear what he said due to her headphones, but she didn't have to. It was the same old script they're fed at the beginning of every ride.

'Where to Ms. Or Mr?'

'You have arrived at your destination'

Or if things get dicey and exciting.

'Combat Mode Activated'.

But those are only on rare occasions.

She remained plugged into her headphones as she walked past the receptionist counter, and into the elevator. She pressed the button, pulling out her headphones. Her optics lit up red again; the call was declined as soon as she saw the name.

V was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cookie dough ice cream, watching some trash television show where they meet someone and in 90 days, they have to decide if they want to marry them or not. She'd watched a few episodes with him, but quickly lost interest, except for when there was drama. Plus, it was more of a show he and Ker would watch.

"Hey-" She reached over, playing with his red short spiked hair.

"Hmm?"

"I think I wanna talk."

He flicked off the TV.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure Vine? You don't have to if you feel-"

"I want to." She smiled softly. "And like you said, it could help if someone knew. Plus, it could help to just get if off my chest."

#Just small tid-bit of Jaxx and Vinessa's backstory together #They've changed a lot since then.#I wanted to write a sort of “before” where they are now #Plus. This allows y'all to see what Jaxx is really like #Now they just tolerate each other #oc: vincent/dean matthews #oc: vinessa matthews #oc: jaxx wolfsbane

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marinerainbow · 3 months

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Poppy and Shiny both love musicals. Poppy has an affinity for the more gothic/romantic operas like Phanton of the Opera and Dracula, while Shiny has a blast with fun and upbeat musicals like Heathers or Little Shop of Horrors. They both would be fans of Into The Woods too.

Why do I say this? So I have an excuse to say they both would be going through the five stages of grief after the news of POTO being retired from the stage. Poppy starting in denial ("It's not retired! I mean, why would they just stop celebrating a staple in Broadway history???") While Shiny starts with bargaining ("Listen, we can bring it back! We just gotta-")

My girls are not ready to let the phantom go XD

Oh and in the Popshine timeline, one of their anniversaries was attending one of the first Phantom of the Opera musical productions. So it holds a special place in their hearts.

#OC tid-bits #musicals #Poppy #Shiny Weasel #my own OC's #The Phantom of the Opera #tooniverse #Shiny is a theater kid through and through XD

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xx-kaitlyn-trixx-xx · 2 years

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Edited- spelling errors and grammar errors, additional facts were added

Okay so this acts as facts and a bio for my mando Kat, it might be long and might not make much sense but I did my best with it without trying to over do it-

Appearance wise Kat is rather pale with a few freckles and beauty marks on her skin, her hair is black with white undertoned highlights.

Her eye's have heterochromia, one eye while in her youth was a gold while the other was a hazel, however after a mishap while training with her older brother she was injured and now baring a scar over the eye that is gold.

Kat stands right at 5'6ft tall, when compared to most senients she's met she looks small a fragile often playing up this faux look of innocence causing many of her targets to underestimate her.

When looking at her armor you can see that her design is very different from traditional armor most mandalorian's wear.

She rarely takes her helmet off around senients she isn't closely bonded to mostly doing so as a means to keep her face protected from being identified should the situation turn sour, only ever removing it when at home with family and friend's. Though she'll sometimes forget she's even wearing it until a relative or friend point's it out.

Attached to her armor Kat wears an optional hood that clips to her armor plates

When it comes to her fighting style Kat prefers to fight in close quarters with a few grappling and disarming techniques, she is effective with blasters however but given she leans more towards stealth and ambushing it's rare to see her take up her blasters.

Hidden on her at all times are atleast six blades even when she seems to be disarmed there's still a chance she's got more weapons, she favors duel wielding a set of karambit knives compared to her other set's.

Kat holds a deep love for fauna scary, weird or gross she enjoys it, as such one might see her with a strill that goes by the name crest.

Who of which the young woman is fiercely protective of and in turn receives the same protective nature from the six legged hound, so if spotting her in public chances are you'll see her and the spoilt strill in tow. The two having practically been best friends since her early childhood.

She does however draw the line with bugs, anything bug like creeps her out as after one hunting trip when she was younger with her father and brother when a creepy crawler managed to crawl into her ear just as she dozed off. This caused a deep rooted fear of bug, she tolerates them at best just as long as they don't come anywhere near her while she's asleep.

In a relationship Kat is kinda a sappy soul, but she's also respectful of her partner's boundaries (*cough* sev *cough*). A perfect date for her can vary on the mood and her partner, it could be caught in the heat of battle, peaceful silence of a bedroom napping or just wandering around aimlessly in the wilderness.

She's actually okay with limited PDA around other's for the sake of her partner, but once she's behind closed doors if her partner is okay with it she's cuddly and soft with her affection.

To her, actions speak louder then word's. So it'll be the little things done that warm her heart and cause her to blush. (You could gift her a book she's been hearing about and shown a interest in read and she's melted into a happy puddle of mush, she might not finish it but by the ka'ra she'll take care of the book! Or knife, she loves knives)

Gentle headbutts are a constant thing with her, if she stands close to a loved one and she wants to show affection she'll gently tap her head against their arm, shoulder or back.

In a relationship loyalty is important to her as is communication, so is being accepted by her lover's family as it is in reserve for her own family. (As seen in a previous mini fic i wrote you'll see an example of Kat getting all teary eyed when her mother in law, rose gifted her a knife and made it very clear that rose accepts her as a daughter in law)

After a rather eventful meeting with delta squad member Sev she was rather quiet, unsure of what she was feeling exactly. It wasn't until a conversation with her Buir Kayda- who by this time had met sev and his brother's, did kat realise she felt love towards the fierce commando, as time whent on during the clone wars Kat found herself getting closer to the man.

Who asked the other out on a date? Kat, it was a spur of the moment in a battle in which she was shot in the shoulder by a stray blaster bolt. (I'll be real in saying that she probably heard how her father literally asked her mother to marry him in the heat of battle and found it very endearing)

While receiving medical attention she kinda blurted it out before receiving an awnser, she did get her awnser later though so don't worry ;)

Nearing the end of the clone wars she had been introduced to the mandalorian trainer who sev more the likely seen as a father figure and then by default was introduced to Walon Vau's wife- Verda Tal Rose (owned by @clonewarslover55 hope you dont mind the tag again! 😅) and his strill Lord mirdalan aka "Mird".

While she was nervous about meeting the man and his wife, they actually got along well enough! Bonding over their love for their respective strill and love for bladed weapons.

The young couple often partake in play fighting alot once the war is over in between hunt's, with Kat almost always throwing flirtatious taunts at her partner which often agitate him or turn him on which leads to a- different form of fighting.

Between the two Kat is more versed in cooking she however just didn't like to do it before meeting sev and his brothers, though after her discovery that delta squad usually had to deal with rations that were standard at that time she was rather quick to put her boot down and introduce real food to them.

She's very careful about who gets to help in her kitchen though, if you don't like her loud mixed genre of music that helps her focus or cause chaos your more then likely banned from helping her cook unless you wanna taste test that is.

She's rather wary of kids in her kitchen as well, but she allows them to be her little helper on the agreed terms that they don't touch anything sharp, go near the stove when it's lit and need to step aside if she's holding a hot pot or pan.

Only allowing them to stir and mix, hand her ingredients or read off the next steps needed from her recipe book as she goes.

Spoiler, she now has to deal with some of the other's raiding her kitchen for any homemade baked goodies and leftover food. She doesn't mind, her brother does this often but as long as the dishes are cleaned up after usage and she gets a list of what she'll need to restock on she's okay with these food raids

Sadly for people who aren't well versed with mandalorian cuisine, will always find themselves with a mouth burn of sorts after the first bite or a runny nose with watery eyes.

Growing up with her parent's, brother, aunt and grandparent. Kat always wanted to have a family of her own that was close regardless of how odd they'd look i mean seriously her little clan is very diverse with senients- her father is a zebrak, her mother is a Pantoran and her aunt is a togruta! Before meeting sev and his brother's depending on the planet she was on for work or simply sight seeing there would sometimes be a gaggle of children following after her. Curious about the shiny red yet odd looking mandalorian in town who refused to remove her helmet.

On rare occasions locals would be able to find their children sitting around as she told them stories that left them in awe, her storytelling almost always making the children feel like the story told was happening around them at that time with her hands gestures and voice acting.

Even now with sev as her riduur she'll tell stories to the children of Kyrimorut when she's not too busy, as a way to distract the children and tire them out for the other adults to relax a moment or finish up chores unbothered.

#star wars oc #mandalorian oc #random facts and story tid bits of said oc #mandalorian #star wars #holy shit trixx why?!#name: kat winchester #clone wars #mentions of walon vau #mentions of verda tal rose #who isnt my character but a mutual's oc who is honestly very badass #mentions of Strill

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mistfallenjoyer · 2 years

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M and F for the character development thing? :D

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F - How do they handle conflict?

Oh NOT WELL AT ALL. It’s one of her negative traits! She’s nonconfrontational (but also strangely aggressive???) She’ll do everything in her power to keep from confronting someone, even if she ABSOLUTELY has to. It’ll be done at the last minute, and it will be very awkward and upsetting.

M - How do they handle competition?

AND SHE IS SO competitive. Like I’m answering this with the idea of her being at a horse show and I think she’s probably one of those riders that are a little mean in the show environment but she’s fine everywhere else SDHFKHGS. She is NOT a sore loser, though, she’s always toxic in the beginning and supportive at the end. Like barrel racers. (FROM MY OWN EXPERIENCE IN BARREL RACING DSJFH)

also this wasn't asked but I wanted to add it because it's still a nice Lucy thing but two personality traits Lucy has are: loving and motherly and I think that's VERY good and just points to her being a big motherly figure later in her life (almost like Elizabeth) and being a huge mom-friend. Bringing people snacks and little juice boxes in baggies.

this also makes me think SO much about how good of a mom she's gonna be but like ENOUGH ABOUT THAT

#THANK YOU SM SMKS SM SMSMSMSMS #I RLLY APPRECIATE IT OH MY GOODNNESS #sso oc #oc asks #lucy lore #lucy flowerhill #KLJGHFKDJGFKGH I HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME ADDING THAT LITTLE TID BIT AT THE END UHHH SDIFHSHG

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betterfettered · 4 months

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Can I please have yandere Natasha who wants to pamper her fem daring? However, her fem darling refuses her affection. (As the one shot story if that's okay).

Hey bby! I tried to include a little tid bit about your OCs too :) (AFAB!reader x AFAB!yandere, cis wlw)(noncon)(drugging)(kidnapping)(gaslighting)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Even after you know that Natasha is long gone, it takes you an hour or two before you try to escape. It feels like she has eyes everywhere, like she can detect your every breath , so you move painstakingly slowly to your feet. As soon as you are standing up completely, your head swims and your legs threaten to buckle out from beneath you; you have been sick for a long time, though, so that does not stop you from shuffling over to the locked window and gazing out at the jarring, sunlit thoroughfare beneath you. You know nothing about the tiny people you can see walking around on the ground several stories below you, an odd twist of fate considering that you have lived your entire life beneath their feet as a citizen of the Underworld, so you can only wonder if they would help you if they knew your predicament. You’d never beat against the glass hard enough for anyone to notice, but if they did, would they wave to you and promise to save you? Would they cry themselves seeing your tears?

You don’t even make it to the door. Pain shoots out from most of your leg joints after only a few steps until you collapse to the ground, rolling over onto your side to curl into fetal position and sob. It isn’t that you don’t have the will, as you have never wanted more in your life than to leave this room – your body just won’t move, even to wipe away your tears, even though your heart is pounding at the thought of being found here.

After a few hours, when you’re already in significant pain from staying in the same position for so long, the door swings open and hits the top of your head. You groan, curling into yourself a little, and hear Natasha gasp in horror.

“Oh, heavens. My love, are you okay?” she says, the door locking behind her with a snap. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

None too gently, Natasha slides her arms underneath you and stands, raising you from the ground, then carries you back to the bed. She is exceedingly careful in how she lays you down, making sure that all of your limbs are rested in an ergonomic fashion, even though you feel the way her fingers wander.

“Please, follow my instructions so that we can make sure that you’re not injured.”

One of her hands lies on your face and strokes your cheek, her expression trying to conceal her fear.

“Tell me where you are right now.”

“No.”

“No, you don’t know where you are?”

“No, I won’t do what you ask,” you say, shaking your head and feeling tears burning your eyes. “I want to go home.”

She nods, the smile on her face a little stiff, then brushes your leaking eyes with her thumb.

“I understand,” she says, turning from you to go and fetch the groceries. “I know just the thing to make you feel better. Then I’ll send you back home as you wish.”

You’re so shocked for a second that you feel like your body keeps crying while you are completely still. Did she say you could go home? You can’t believe it – you’ve been trapped in this hotel room for so long that you’ve lost count of the days. Your heart soars at the possibility of talking to your sister again, even thought you hadn’t sought her out before and don’t even know if she’s still alive: your memory of her has been your only solace in this unending nightmare of being “helped” by Natasha, your imaginary manifestation of her being the your sole source of happiness.

Natasha approaches again with syringe in hand, her smile more relaxed now.

“One last bit of medicine to help with your pain before you go,” she says, and then places her hand on your shoulder, running it gently along the skin down to your inner elbow. Once there, she feels around for a second to find your vein.

“One two three, be brave!” she says, and then spears the needle into your arm, thumb pressing its liquid into your vein. “Now, let me get your bag ready and write down some discharge instructions.”

She grabs your chin and tugs you towards her, pressing her lips onto yours snaking her tongue into your mouth and grabbing your hair to pull you closer. You don’t want to waste energy on struggling, so you allow her to invade you like that, clenching your hand to have another sensation to focus on.

“I would be so devastated if something happened to you once you leave, after all,” Natasha coos after pulling away. She flashes you another grin for a second, and then heads to the wardrobe within your room. Once there, she pulls out the bag you’d been carrying when she lured you in, drops it onto the floor, and begins folding up your street clothes to place inside of it.

For a moment, you think the strange sensation bubbling within you is anxiety, and then you gag so hard aloud that it sounds like a cough. Your entire body feels bad, somehow, but you can’t tell what it is because you feel distant from it, panicking and gagging over and over.

“Natasha,” you cry out, unable to lift yourself up from how fast the room is spinning you into dizziness. “Natasha!”

She continues folding your clothing.

“There’s something wrong! Help, please.”

That makes her turn around, her expression curious.

“Something wrong? Like what?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s fine then, I’m sure you can take care of it at home with over the counter meds,” she says, turning back to the closet and grabbing your jacket to fold.

“No, I can’t,” you gasp between your retching, starting to sob. “Something’s really wrong. Help me. Please, Nat, I’m begging. I’m…begging, I don’t want to die.”

At this, she turns from her folding work.

“Begging for what?” she asks, smarmy innocence in her tone. All the while she walks towards you.

“For help.”

“Oh, did you need me?”

“Please!”

“Say it.”

“I need you. I need you to help me. I’m really sick.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, darling,” she says, wrapping her arms around you. You can feel the warmth of her breath fanning along the apples of your cheeks. “You need to be here. Without me, you’d be suffering so much, right?”

You nod.

She relinquishes you, pulls your arms away from where you’d been instinctively protecting your breasts from her, and injects your inner elbow again with a different syringe from her pocket.

After only a few seconds, you feel so much better, your limbs feeling like jello and your mind a little fuzzy, but free of the continuous gagging.

She presses her lips to yours, exhaling in pleasure at their softness, at the way your plush body yields when she gropes and then presses into you. You lie still and let her do what she wants until you feel her hand groping your pussy, squeezing it and running her fingers along it in tandem. When you start to struggle against the stimulation, she bites your lip hard enough that the taste of iron seeps onto your taste buds.

“Let’s start your check up again,” she pants, pulling away. “It’s always best to test someone’s well being with all of your senses. So right now, let me check you with my mouth.”

Your heart sinks, but you don’t want her to inject you with whatever she had before. Letting your eyes press shut, hot tears spilling down to your temples, tears threaten your eyes when she kisses you again. You can’t help but cringe feeling her hands on your tits, massaging them aggressively; at the same time, the way your cheeks heat up feels completely unfamiliar. The sound of a breathy moan escaping from your mouth shocks you – you realize that Natasha pushing your shirt aside and using her tongue to stroke away the pain her fingers pinching your nipples left behind is making your clit a little stiff.

“Stop,” you whine, trying to turn your chest away from her mouth, the arousal building up in the pit of your stomach getting harder to ignore.

“Of course,” Natasha says, kissing either of your tits. “I know what you’re looking for.”

Her hand sliding up from your cunt to the top of your underwear is so quick you don’t notice it happening; how exposed you are only becomes clear when she buries her face in your pussy, sucking and tonguing your clit while her fingers, roughly jammed into you, start to rub up hard against your G-spot.

You open your mouth to ask her to stop, but only hear yourself panting, your hips bucking and squirming against her face. You dig your nails into the crook of your elbow as though that will take out whatever she drugged you with to make you feel like this.

“I don’t want this,” you moan, unable to stop pressing your pussy against her mouth. “What did you do to me? I – agh!”

Your entire body shudders endlessly, strange noises flooding out of your mouth at her unrelenting tongue sliding back and forth against you while you cum over and over. You feel embarrassed at how you’re writhing and yelping like an animal, but she won’t stop until you are trembling and trying to scoot your overstimulated core away from her. At that, she straddles you on the bed, both hands squeezing you all over.

“It makes me so happy when you feel good,” she says. “I just want to ride your cute face. But you must be worn out, so maybe tomorrow.”

Shivering from the disgusting mess between your legs and allowing yourself to cry quietly, you wonder if you should have just coped with the poison instead.

#betty fetty #yandere x reader #female yandere #tw: noncon #tw non con #cw noncon #tw noncon #yandere #yandere smut #wlw smut #natasha x reader #natasha hon #honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr natasha #natasha hsr

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grendel-menz · 6 months

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wow your ocs are so cool!!! could I ask for more info on your ocs from the sticks? like how old they are or any other tid bits you'd like to share? they seem so well written!

Thank you so much!!^ ages + some other things

I guess in general, they're a bunch of people living in a small town in WV called Muddy Creek! The story revolves around their interactions with the fey that infest the woods, and their individual journeys to find family. They're some of my oldest OCs and draw a lot from my own life, so they're very dear to me :D.

#art #original characters #asks #the sticks series

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 6 months

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For ALL the yanderes you’ve created, those that are fathers, going to be fathers, or want to be fathers (intention to baby trap their wifey’s), how well of a father would each of them really be? Like on a scale of 1-10 (10 best, 5 average, 1 worst). And what’s their parenting style or just some tid bit info on their parental duties?

I don’t want to overwhelm you with this request, so hopefully this can be a simple headcanon list for just some of them like the sugar daddy, cowboy, politician, etc. of whorever else.

Thanks your stories make me so giddy to read and will you ever make ABCs for your OCs? (SFW/NSFW/mixture of both)

Yandere! Men and their Fatherly Capabilities

I've always wanted to do these types of questions! Scenarios are so fun to do and read so I hope I didn't mess up this one!

About ABCs, i'm probably going to do sometimes. It can be requested, although I don't know where to start with it. Kink ABCs, probably? I dunno, i've only read a handful of ABC drabbles. But it looks soooo fun.

YAN! ARTIST: 7/10

Arlen would definitely be higher than average. His emotions are not that twisted yet (LMAO YET). He was loved by his parents, and his grandmother. He knew what a healthy relationship with a child looks like, so he strives to do the same.

Although, he would be clumsy sometimes, but he knows what to do and what to say.

"Honey? Oh no, don't eat the paint. *Chuckles* you weren't? Ah, sorry. But you want to learn how to paint? Alright. Come here. Let's start easy. Okay?"

YAN! DRAGON: 4/10

Vincent would be awkward. He's been for hundreds of years now, with no one to rely on, no family, no friends. Then suddenly, you came in. When you became his spouse, he was a little bit worried about your offspring. He doesn't know how to father at all. He hatched from his egg alone, so when your child got born, he's awkward, confused, and overly cautious. He's afraid to hurt the child after all.

He would probably shower the child with gifts, as compensation. Because you know, some parents, who cannot express affection in a physical and verbal way, would shower their child with gifts.

"Ah, child. Do you need something? No? Oh, hmm... Well, I found this necklace with a temperature controlled gem as a pendant. When you're cold, it will warm you up, if you're hot, it would cool you down. No need to thank me. It's my duty as your father, after all.

YAN! THEATER ACTOR: 3/10

Horrible father. Well, not horrible-horrible, but the fact that he wants your attention on him and him only is already a major setback. If he suddenly had a mini me running around and hogging your attention, let's just say Ignatius wouldn't take that lightly.

He will take a vasectomy just to avoid having an accident. So no accidental pregnancies at all.

"Ugh. No children for me. I can't have your attention on somebody who is not me."

YAN! BUTLER: 10/10

No doubt about Zero. He will definitely be a great father. He's the best butler out there. A chimera also, so he's stronger than humans, maybe even select monsters. He's caring, cunning, smart, and loving.

He's devoted and loyal, so expect your child with him to be the most beloved child out there.

"Pumpkin! How are you? Hungry? Haha, don't worry, I already prepared your snacks and drinks. Of course, it's in the garden, in your most favorite spot. Come, your mother is also there."

YAN! SUGAR DADDY 8.5/10

GRR BARK BARK BARK AWOOO *Ehem* wait what who said that? Well, anyways, as much as Rowan is the most caring sugar daddy out there, he's still a mafia boss. So him being one is putting you and your child's safety in danger. But other than that, with his loaded money and insane protection from his men, your child will be one heck of a protected baby out there.

Although, it would take more convincing for Rowan if your child wanted to be the next mafia boss.

"You want to be like me? Dream on, squirt. This lifestyle is dangerous. So if you want to become like me, I better see you prepared for everything. So, not now."

YAN! JOCK: 6/10

Damon would be at most, average. Well, above average by only a bit. Remember, he's not exactly the most emotionally capable man out there. His himbo persona is the only one making him afloat in the social world. He's probably gonna go and act like his parents. After all, he already has a himbo persona. What harm could it be if he would develop a loving father facade?

Maybe the more time he spends with you and your child, he will become actually affectionate. And he will be, don't worry.

"Heyya champ! Want to play basketball with daddy? What? No, I didn't trip you on purpose. HAHA! Alright, you caught me. You gave your momma so much trouble, so I had to discipline you a bit."

YAN! ASSASSIN: 2/10

NO! PROBABLY THE WORST FATHER OUT THERE! I feel bad, but technically speaking, he hasn't healed from his father's abuse. He's also already a violent man who would do anything to get out a reaction from you, and he won't stop until he did. So, imagining him with a child is a NO NO! He's that much of a bastard.

Once he healed though, then maybe? But definitely not current Azrael.

"A child? Angel, no. I do not want to have them. Period."

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND: 4.5/10

Lee is emotionally unavailable for people other than you. Even his own parents. You're the only one whose able to bring out such intense emotions from deep inside him. But he won't be that much of a pain to deal with, it's just that he's probably gonna be one of those awkward dads that only talks to you one or two sentences a day, and only does his best in providing for his family.

Don't worry, he's not an ass to just neglect his child, just, barely emotionally there.

"Hey kid, here you go. Your allowance for the week."

YAN! COWBOY: 7/10

Knoxx is prideful, so he takes pride from his family also. He always dreamt of having his own child, teaching him the ways of the ranch, giving them their pony, and teaching them that once they set sights on a potential partner, they shouldn't let go.

Other than that, he's going to be a good dad. He will make his own father his role model, and rear the child to the best he can. Although not without a few bumps due to his personality.

"NO! Twilight! Stop! Don't scare the horse like that! Just easy petting, no sudden slaps-- TWILIGHT! NOW LOOK AT YOU, ALL DIRTY BECAUSE YOU STARTLED YOUR HORSE. What am I even going to say to your mother..."

YAN! EMO: 9/10

Ashton is surprisingly going to be an excellent father. He's in tune with his emotions, is not one to impose traditional views on his child. He will be very open minded about your child, and will be an actual strong pillar of support.

Along with you, your child with him will be a great kid, who's in touch of their emotions and is sensitive to feelings.

"It's okay to cry sweetie. If you want, you can embrace papa. There there... Just let it all out. You're big, strong, and amazing. Nobody should doubt that, even you."

YAN! WEREWOLF: 7.5/10

Lyall grew up with his family, which is like a lot of them. It's like a compound where several branches of generations live in the same lot, so he knew how to take care of kids and play with them, and make sure they grow to decent adults.

Unlike his family though, he will make sure to teach his child the ways of a werewolf in an early age, so that they will not be lost in the dark if they shifted for the first time.

"Shifting will hurt, I can't deny that. But hey, focus on your wolf's voice, let them guide and soothe you. I am also here, and also your mother. Together, we will guide you until you finished. That's my pup."

YAN! EX-HUSBAND: 7/10

Novel/OG Inigo will definitely be a 10/10 father, but for this version of Inigo, I only placed him a 7/10 due to him being an opportunistic asshat. In the novel, he genuinely wanted to marry Ykaidi for the children, but in this case, he wanted to marry you for you to come back in his arms, and is using the kids as a leverage to get you back.

Other than that, he's probably gonna be a great father. Allastor is one, so Inigo has a role model to look up to when it comes to amazing fathers.

"You two, what are you doing? Hmm? baking cupcakes for your mother? Well, isn't that amazing. Do you mind if I help? I can operate the electronics."

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON: 6/10

He's paranoid. So he's probably gonna be really strict with his child. Like, curfew time is 5pm kind of strict. He's not one to intrude in personal stuff though, so the only strictness he actually has is making sure his child is back home safe, and always at home, since home is the safest place to be.

Your child is probably gonna get sick of it though.

"What time is it? Yeah, 5:10 where were you? I was worried sick! School? I thought school ends at 4:00? You went out with your friends? I don't care about that but when I saw curfew is 5, it's 5!"

YAN! VILLAIN: 8.5/10

Eros is a lovable man. And unlike his current life, his modern past life was exposed to gentle parenting. He was an orphan, so he wants to give everything he can to his child. And in his current life, his father was absent, and his mother is a pedophile, so he definitely, definitely wants to break the cycle of being a bad parent.

He's the Duke after all, what can he not give his child?

"Happy birthday, my precious jewel! Wait, why are you mad at me? Oh? That? Well, gifting you a villa in the seaside is a good thing right-- ow! Ow! Okay! I shouldn't waste my money! Haha!"

YAN! POLITICIAN: 5.5/10

Like I said with Maximus, he's also a traditional man. He provides, you take care of the children and the house. He's also a politician, so he's busy as a bee making a name for himself, taking care of the city, and providing for his family. Although, he does make sure to spend his holidays with his family.

Your children will be popular as hell, seeing as they are the children of THE Maximus. So, goodluck to them if they are introverted.

"Children! Papa's home! I bought Christmas gifts from the cityhall. Your aunts and uncles wanted to give you tons of presents, so do go ham in opening them! Don't worry, papa will be here until January."

YAN! MAFIA BOSS: 5.5/10

He's the opposite of Rowan. He gets jealous easily. Like really easily. Same as Ignatius, if you have somebody that you put your affection into that was not him, it would leave a bitter taste in his mouth. Also, with him constantly filling up with wealth and expanding territory, it will be a horrible place to rear a child. Since he baby trapped you though, he has no choice but to provide for the kid. He's surprisingly decent, and his jealousy is more or less childish (Thank God).

SO, he just baby trapped you just for the sake of you being trapped. Hooray for the man who's NOT thinking of consequences.

"Boohoo, cry for your mom. I just stole your lollipop. What's that? You want this back? Well come and jump, tiny. Come on, jump-- OW! H-honey! OW! Okay i'll stop teasing tiny h-- OW! Okay I won't call them tiny!"

SO, ranking from greatest to DEFINITELY NOT

Butler > Emo > Sugar Daddy = Villain > Werewolf > Artist > Cowboy > Ex-husband > Hospital Chairperson > Jock > Politician > Mafia Boss > Ex-boyfriend > Dragon > Theater Actor > Assassin

There you have it! Our official ranking on who's the best daddies to the "I will not leave my child with them"

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