#i need to make a bootleg oc soon

[thevoidbreather]

ORBIT CULTURE: DESCENT (2023, Seek & Strike)

Written by: Antonio Jovanović.

I remember it like it was yesterday: it was one of these weekend curfews during the Covid-19 pandemic I had nothing better to do than to drink and roam through Youtube and Bandcamp for some cool new tunes.

Just when a video of Shadow of Intent’s Gravesinger ended, I saw a thumbnail for Saw by Orbit Culture. I clicked on it and the first moments were ecstatic. By the time I reached the chorus I had to pause the song, put down my headphones, call my wife and tell her to drop whatever she was doing and listen to the song with me from the start.

By the end of the track our jaws have already hit our neighbor’s floor – we were stunned by what we have heard…

To cut the chase: Orbit Culture became my favorite band at the dayspring of my forties. Besides that, their music (especially album Nija) have helped me to deal with some demons that have been around for some time.

Now, you must guess that writing about this album is not an easy task, not to mention that it’s goddamn hard not to be biased. So I will be as honest as a devoted fan can be.

I actually really don’t like going through each song separately and I’ve never wrote about any album that way, but since it’s Eksjö crew‘ latest long-playing release I will make an exception.

Nija is my favorite album, period. Because of that I (shame on me) hoped that Descent is not going to be better, haha. I mean, of course I wished for it to be mere than amazing (and it was), but I also wanted it to be a “good old Orbit Culture, yet somewhat different”. Guess what – it was. Thanks, guys.

Vultures of North single gave us not that many clues about the whole deal at the time it was released. Sure, it was kicking asses all the way and had that catchy “...beware of the antlers” part which reminded me of Cannibal Corpse’s “...you got to kill or become” verses – anyone could repeat it endlessly under the shower or while waiting in the cash register cue at the mall. Oh, and the video was amazing, giving me some Leshen goosebumps at the moment.

Bootleg clips of Alienated were a hit under the belt – fans were starving for the new stuff and they needed it as soon as possible. The song sounded really good, but not as good as it was during the album listening. The shortest song on the whole record (excluding intro) and because of that it is perfect for performing live – the crowd will always go crazy after it. While the chorus has mostly clean vocals, harshly growls hit at the perfect point, so the auditorium can shift into the frantic mode.

Even before the first verse of From the Inside started I knew that not only the song itself is going to be outstanding, but the whole album. Nick and the gang really know the business, they know when is the perfect time to release appropriate single, they are well aware how their always growing fan-base is breathing.

So, when you combine melancholic, yet powerful tunes with a grimy frost-covered landscapes, you know that it is what the crowd wants. Yeah, some of us may have somewhat good lives, but deep inside we all fell the ruthless coldness of this decayed world.

The first thing I liked about about the Black Mountain is the rhythmical spelling growls during “I feel lost, but so home” part – things like that I simply adore. Oh, and the drumming is the top tier, by all means! Chorus with clean vocals? Yeap, that fits my vision of a perfect blend of melancholic melodeath with a touch of melodic groove metal that went through existential crisis.

Sorrower is a sort of a bridge between two tracks. It is definitely not a filler nor it sounds bad – on the contrary! But it doesn’t have the same powerful feel as it predecessor, although it is one of these songs that can always make the crowd go nuts, especially when the solo hits up.

Jump to the Aisle of Fire, the song that explains the album’s premise. It is definitely my favorite track since it is (at the same time) typical OC tune, but it also has some Amorphis’ Tuonela vibes (can’t really explain why it reminds me of it).

Verses like "You just wait till you're older" brought me a quarter of century back, to the point when these “well-intended” creatures tried to mold me in their own shape (and failed miserably). And after all of these years of struggle, after all the shitstorms I went through to keep my true self, the reality is that “there's something I lost through time, and it's me”.

Yeap, ladies and gentlemen – me and a dozens and dozens and dozens of people out there have lost (at least a portion of) ourselves. It is not a repentless crime: it is a modern life itself. We all have done some things that we are not proud of, things that are not a core of our beings. But, we all have to go through the “social blizzard” every single day, to fight all of these not-so-small fights. And as honorable anyone of us can be, sometimes we have to bite the bullet and to go down with the corporate world's stream, which is a true shame. Things shouldn’t be like that, but they still are and they’re going to be that way for a long, long time

So, here comes a Descent of a being, this madness that is all around it. We have failed as a race. We have failed in every way possible. A tragedy of an individual is a tragedy of the whole collective.

Have you ever felt that you’re losing your mind? Burden of everything that you carry every single day; the pressure at your working place, family issues, constant fighting, alcohol abuse… It looks like there are no tools to fix anything and the only thing each of us can do is to embrace the fall into the void.

“I stand alone, on the hill that's reaching tall!“

To feel this way is not necessarily a bad thing: some battles are truly just your own. And even if they are harder than hell itself they must be fought. In the end you are not going through the ordeal only for your own sake, but also for the people you care about.

Through Time came as an outstanding outro to the complete descending saga. It sounded like a Heavenwood rip-off (and I cherish it completely): depressive, without the slightest bit of hope. Forthcoming end is near and making peace with the eternal nothingness seems like the next best thing in the world.

“I know there is nothing decided, but I know you'll believe in what I say, You don't belong in this darkness I'll take us down…”

And once again in the Orbit Culture’s lyrics I have found my own thoughts that I am afraid to speak out loud.

It is another reason why so many people like the band: they are shrinks we need, professionals that are not going to lie to us that things are going to be better. No! Everything is already screwed-up beyond repair, therefore we can only accept it, deal with it and to go through it any way possible.

Can you guess what have I done when I finally listened to the whole album? I played it again. And again. It was a proof that showed that Orbit Culture have a feel, knowledge, resource and (above everything else) a talent to create an album that is (at the same time) going to be a leech that will stay with its host for an eternity and is also going to generate new fan-base.

Descent is a long term product. When Shaman EP was announced, I was pretty sceptical whether it was a good move to release new material that soon after the groundbreaking album. And I was so, so wrong – those songs put the band even higher on the metal world’ ladder. Four new songs, four different approaches.

Pre-Nija fans already knew that OC is amazing, but the rest of the scene had yet to see it. Sure, it is easy to say: “Go and listen to the band’s complete opus,” but it’s not that simple. Music business works differently these days: you need to to show versatility with each song you publish and (above everything) you have to make the crowd beg for more.

That is why I think that Undercity is a hidden gem – it sounds like a leftover from Nija, but at the same time it has a strength of its own.

And that is why I said that this album is a long term product: Orbit Culture is currently touring with a lot of really big names for the last two years. But, they actually deserve to be the ones who are the headliners. Why, you might ask. Well, it is because they really act different – their whole persona is completely opposite of the bands that are in the headlines of Metal Injection or Blabbermouth and that is fucking awesome.

Since I had a chance to meet them, I can say that Niklas, Richard, Fredrik and Christopher are polite, well-mannered guys who respect everyone who reach to them, they don’t mind to do some (not that) small talks and to simply hang out (and catch a couple of photos) with people who appreciate their effort.

While we can appreciate Rasen, Redfog and Nija as works of art, people who made them have a mouth to feed. While metal can be (and still is) rebellious, there are some fees that any outcast has to pay. And I am not condemning – I am supporting it (since I am also a sort of an artist). And from the standpoint of Orbit Culture I am all for it!

Sure, it is quite likely that a band that gets into a situation where they have to fulfill a contract with the label can make some generic tunes, but not in this case. Every track on Descent has already passed the test of time.

Transition between songs is really good: the pacing is outstanding and the flow is almost flawless. There are no “filler” songs – tracks that are made to just buy some time between two “bangers”. On the other hand, there are no tracks as North Star of Nija, Strangler of I, the Wolf and that is (somewhat) a deal-breaker.

I must repeat that this Descent is really good release. It suits both the hardcore fans, as same as the new ones. It is a lighthouse that will gather admirers of the modern melogroove and melodeath in one grandiose haven. On top of all of that, the individual quality of each track is going to help the pack become bigger and bigger in the future.

Links: https://www.orbitculture.com/ https://www.facebook.com/OrbitCulture https://www.instagram.com/orbitculture/ https://twitter.com/orbitculture https://www.youtube.com/user/OrbitCultureOfficial https://orbitculture.bandcamp.com/music https://open.spotify.com/artist/7k29FbDq69ju2fe6zTskxY https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/6199896

#orbit culture #seek & strike records #antonio jovanovic

[that-one-hom0]

i have no internet and i want to rant abt my ocs!

so im starting with luke bc they are one my most important character bc hes esentially becoming a persona-

luke was my first oc in a story that i knew i wanted to take seriously. his story teenage dirtbag has been in the makes for about 3 years now (my oldest pic is from 2020 but lukes older that that)

luke started as a very angry teenager, i was really into dear evan hansen and i loved connor, now this is before i read the book or watched the musical(bootleg ofc) so i just thought connor was angry and mean and thats what luke was.

then i made their boy friend Milo. milo started off very stereotypicaly gay- i went through a faze where if it didnt have gay guys i didnt like it. and sadly it was only men-

now i mostly draw guys bc its what im most comfortable drawing, women are hard for me to draw so i stick to mostly guys.

anyway but after i made milo i didnt like how angry luke was, so i babied him. i made him soft like milo and then made milo super mad.

then i added camila, for a while she didnt have a name and just went by 'she' now Camila is actualy the oldest character in tdb. shes like 5 years old maybe older. camilas a character who still needs to be more developed, but they have always been lukes best friend.

well then it was the three of them. but i was bored with just three so i made a ghost character, his name is casper(real original i know) casper to put it simply was a twink- steriotypicaly flamboyant queer character now i think he has always been bi, but idk. but i did know is that he had a crush on luke-

an ongoing joke for these characters is that milo hates casper. now im not getting rid of it anytime soon bc its funny. 

luke and casper are best friends, luke and camila are best friends, and milo and luke are dating. well what do we do for milo? why doent he get a best friend?

that actualy doesnt get an answer until after my character Mey Lynn gets added. now mey was at the time my only poc character. and she was a psychopath-

now i changed her to be nicer and all that, but then i was listening to music and made one more character, dolly.

dolly has always been related to luke, but before she was 13 and lukes cousin. now shes 17 and lukes half sister. her age was the first to change and it wasnt until resently that she became lukes sister.

at this point i realized huh casper and dolly would be a cute couple. (this was after i made her 17 btw) 

this was back when i was the kind of person to call characters smol beans and baby boi- ew

and i clearly picked faves with dolly and luke- from then i honestly didnt pay much attention to them for building story much- except for weird music vids i will never make.

i just made more storys and left tdb in its sketch book-

now and the id add on to story but not really :/

it wasnt until my freshman year i started thinking abt the characters more so i got my brand new ipad and made ref sheets for the characters!

now you will see one addition, Lily. now lily is meys girlfriend! i love her so much and i should give more attention to my lesbians-

so these were consepts and the only one who got an official sheet was milo um and after that i stoped thinking of them again

until 4 months later, when i redid ref sheets again

now after this you will nwver gurss what i did next, i actually kept making art for them! little doodles and full blown peices! i was i. summer school at the time so i thought to just keep drawing them. and i have! still to this day i keep drawing them

luke and milo get the most attention now, but luke still remains my fave, im constantly giving them my personality traits, if i like something luke likes it now too. 

recently tho luke was skinny like he was always thin but i thought since they are becoming more and more like me why not make them chubby and i did that today, and im proud of that. i have bad body image issuse so making an oc that means so much to me and making him look like me makes ne so happy.

#lesbian dumbassery #oc

[the-canine-king]

ahaha hi guess what i've been up to lately

#vtuber #virtual youtuber #ninomae ina'nis #takanashi kiara #inART #ArtofAshes #honestly i've been more... active on posting drawings on twitter and tumblr became my secondary art posting spot ;v; #and also real talk: this is actually hard for me to post lmao #bc i've been SUPER secretive/ shy to post fanart/ support #bc idk. i really don't know why i'm so anxious to be into this but i am #slowly getting over the mindset tho #but anyways #ina's character/ lore has me by the throat in an iron grip #(also yeah i'm 60% into this JUST for the lore/ character KJSDHSKJ) #i need to make a bootleg oc soon #or just continue having fun thinking about character stories...

[nuttyrabbit]

Giovanni Conti Bio

“Nutty, are you only going to show up to post about Archie Sonic and your OCs?” Yes, yes I am

Anyways, I decided to throw together a quick bio for Gambit’s dad because hey I figured his stuff out and I’m doing shit with him now.

Shoutouts to @pidgeonspen​ for doing his design for me.

Anyways, as always, everything’s under the readmore

Name: Giovanni Conti (Real name Brando Romilla)

Age: Approximately 50 years old

Height: 3'4"

Occupation: Auto mechanic/Conman

Location: Unknown, last confirmed sighting in Westopolis. Originally born in Lugaio, Spagonia.

Sexuality: Bisexual, though greatly prefers women to the point of denying any male attraction

Personality: Giovanni's personality is what one would expect from a seasoned conman: charismatic, self-serving, and conniving, the weasel finds success in his trade thanks to his natural talent in dealing with others. To his victims, Giovanni appears to be a charming, compassionate, smooth-talking individual who seems to go out of his way to help others in their time of need. But of course it's all a farce, a way to con unsuspecting victims out of their hard-earned cash. In reality, the man formerly known as Brando Romilla is the exact opposite. A selfish, grumpy, and temperamental weasel "behind the scenes", Giovanni finds himself unwilling to engage with the world around him outside of whatever con he's cooked up or to get out of whatever mess he's gotten himself into this time.

Giovanni's most defining personality trait however, isn't his sardonic attitude or his smoothtalking ways, but instead his paranoia.  Giovanni has spent the majority of his life on the run and it shows.  He often finds himself looking over his shoulder both figuratively and quite literally, hoping that his latest victim hasn't found out about him or that the law or the mafia or whoever he's crossed hasn't tracked him down to enact their revenge.  As such, Giovanni is extremely hesitant to give out his name unless absolutely necessary for the con, even going so far as to make up fake names in emergency situations, though the truth eventually comes out.  In addition, he trusts absolutely nobody and almost always looks for a way to backstab/escape any sort of partnership he's found himself on the receiving end of, willing or otherwise.

All of this being said, it isn't *all* bad for Giovanni personality-wise, for when the weasel finds something he actually likes, one can see a softer, more eager side of him come out. Despite his professed hatred of his previous job, Giovanni has a rather deep appreciation for the intricacies of vehicles and vehicle repairs, even going so far as to sneak into antique car shows to gawk at the new vehicles and reminisce about the "good old days" before it "got so complicated" in terms of technology. Oddly enough, he also loves vinyl.

Skills: Giovanni is of course, an incredibly skilled con-man, imploying a variety of cons and scams to trick people out of their money, ranging from simple "tourist trap" tricks such as "no change", "toll booth", and "free gift", to more complicated ones such as "flat tire" schemes and even reselling stolen/counterfeit items at a significantly marked up price.  His variety in terms of cons is helped by his ability to sell them thanks to his smooth-talking charismatic persona that he puts on during them.  As a result of his occupation he's also extremely adept at pointing out other cons/knowing when he's being duped.  Not only that, but he's even picked up some basic lockpicking/hotwiring and ID forging skills, though they aren't quite as honed as his other talents in the area.

Surprisingly enough, again despite his professed dislike of his childhood job, Giovanni is an incredibly skilled mechanic, being able to assess the issues with (mostly older) vehicles just from a few minutes of observation and testing alone and fixing it in record times. OF course he'll complain about how he's "too fuckin' old" for it, but he'll do a damn good job...and even enjoy himself somewhat.   He claims he would be unable to work on "new-fangled" vehicles such as Extreme Gear but if he were to get the chance, would find that he'd be a natural at it.

Likes: Antique vehicles, wine, the feeling when he pulls of a con, vinyl records, fresh pressed suits, rare steak, expensive cigars, older women, working on antique vehicles.

Dislikes: The law, organized crime outfits, his ex-wife, his kid, getting caught, prison, cheap beer, "new" technology, people who talk too much, his grandfather, working on vehicles (his relationship with auto repair is..complicated), staying in one place for too long.

Backstory: Brando Rombilla was born into anything but normalcy:  born to a pair of younger Spagonian lovers, the result of a tryst gone wrong, he was abandoned on the steps of his paternal grandfather, the widowed mechanic Angelo Rombilla, who would raise the weasel as his own.

Angelo was an old, stubborn, hardworking man who had spent his entire life toiling away as a mechanic, even coming to own his own shop...yet despite it all, he never quite had a lot to show for it, and Brando grew up in not quite poverty, but in...less than modest means

Despite this...unusual situation, Brando would, at least for a time, grow up as any other child would, going to school, making friends, and living as a normal Spagonian child would--at least until he hit the age of 12-13, where his father suddenly and inexplicably ground his childhood to a halt, pulling him out of school and telling him that he was going to be a "working man" from now on, that he'd have to help out at the shop and help put food at the table--and that is indeed what happened.

From then on, Brando found himself working at the modest repair shop, working the front desk, doing oil changes, and learning the ins and outs of auto repair--and he fucking hated it.

Not just because he'd been robbed of the experiences his peers were getting, but it served as a constant reminder of the (at least to him) pathetic conditions in which they lived and worked. In addition, it only served to exacerbate his sheer irritation at his father's stubbornness and near-perfectionist standards.

But over time, as he aged and saw his peers move on to bigger and better things, he realized something else: all this work, all this "good, honest, hard" work he'd been doing, that his grandfather had been doing, that he wanted him to inherit, it was getting them nowhere

The both of them spent years and years doing the same shit over and over, and they were no better off than when they'd started. They still lived like shit, ate like shit, and worked like dogs, and the idea of doing this his entire life revolted him.  Yet when he'd bring this up, he'd just get shouted down, beaten down, and told to get back to work. He loathed it all.

Then one day, around the time Giovanni hit 19--it all changed. In a moment of what his grandfather would call laziness and what Brando would later call ingenuity, he accidentally charged a customer for something they hadn't done--and with it, more money than he should've had.  It suddenly hit him, his way out, his way to actually do something about all of this. It started off slow, an overcharge here, a useless job done there, a job not done this way or that, even some front product sold off of lies.  Before Brando knew it, the shop was actually making money for once, and more than that, he was making money.  And the best part was, that for once, Angelo seemed like he didn't have a stick up his ass. He seemed...happy, over the moon really that things had begun to look up.  Things seemed to finally be getting better!

....until Angelo caught Brando in the act, after which the mother of all shouting matches ensued, of the grandson and grandfather screaming at each other about this and that, about everything--and saw Brando being thrown out of the shop, out of his grandfather's home--and out of his life

Out on his ass with only the money he'd pocketed and the clothes on his back to his name, Brando  by all rights should have been terrified about his future, livid about what had happened, but instead he found himself excited. Now that his grandpappy or his stupid shop wasn't a problem anymore, he could finally do something with himself, and he knew exactly what that'd be--putting to use the same bullshittery that'd gotten him here to begin with.

And so the young weasel found himself hopping all over Spagonia, honing his craft. Whether it be through  pinching wares from stores and selling them nearby at an outrageously hiked price,  snatching and selling bootleg items, or even using his mechanic skills to craft "wonder items" that were quite literally just old scrapyard junk,  Brando soon became quite adept at the art of the con.  However, with that adeptness came attention, and with that attention came the watchful eye of the law, which attempted to crack down on the weasel multiple times as he traveled about Spagonia.

Soon enough, his face and name were plastered on wanted signs, in local papers, and in time, he couldn't run any longer, finally being booked on fraud charges and placed in prison for ~ 3 years at the age of 22.   Upon getting out,  Brando realized that he couldn't exactly do his work here anymore, lest he get thrown back in for good.

But Soleanna wasn't exactly appealing either, especially since the SPD were notorious for cracking down on fraudsters.  He was at a loss at what to do, until he managed to catch a TV broadcast talking about Empire City and it hit him- EC would be the perfect place to disappear and get a fresh start.  It was big, it was far away, and it was full of suckers just waiting to be parted with their money Forging himself a new identity (quite literally) as "Giovanni Conti" , he smuggled himself on board a ship and soon found himself in Empire City, where he almost immediately got to work--and found the results to be not what he expected

While the toursts were complete suckers as expected, the residents were anything but, and he found himself on the run from the law once more--and in addition, the various criminal orgs that made their homes there and had no tolerance for being scammed.   Needless to say, the whole thing frustrated him, and with no other way to vent his frustrations, he turned to drinking, and with it, found himself at a small bar in downtown EC, drinking away his frustrations...and chatting up an equally frustrated, and rather attractive young woman. He didn't catch her last name, but certainly caught her first- Artemis

What should have just been a simple one night tryst suddenly got a lot more complicated once the young woman had tracked him down almost a week  later with some soul-crushing news: She was pregnant, and it was almost certainly by him.  To make matters worse, Artemis was an up and coming politician, someone in the running for the EC City Council, and she would be DAMNED if it came out that she got knocked up in a one night stand, that would ruin her career! Despite Giovanni's attempts at arguing otherwise, she also insisted on keeping the child, claiming that if word got out she got rid of it, it would ruin her career. Threatening to hand him over to authorities, she blackmailed him into sticking by her side for the following 9 months, appearing in front of the cameras as a pictureesque pair of parents-to-be, Artemis embracing the newfound attention and Giovanni absolutely loathing all the eyes on him, and not only that, but also moving in together to her (admittedly) lavish apartment.

This continued up on through the end of the pregnancy and into the birth of their son, who Artemis named "Tai", a (perhaps ironic) homage to an old Apotosian patron of Luck.  From then, things continued normally, well as least as normal as could be for the unwitting parents-to-be, up until the child was around a year old, when Artemis went on a sudden vacation.  Left alone with the child and feeling helplessly trapped, Giovanni contemplated making a break for it, perhaps faking his own death and figuring out the details later, when a hooded figure burst into the home and attempted to shoot both him and the child dead.  Through a near-miraculous stroke of luck though, the intruder's gun jammed, giving Giovanni the chance to brandish a knife and stab them in the jugular.  His heart pounding, his mind racing, Giovanni quickly put two and two together: someway, somehow, Artemis had tried to get the two of them whacked.  Quickly disposing of the body and without really thinking about it, Giovanni grabbed the child and made a break for it, bolting from the apartment and leaving Empire City under cover of darkness, trying to make sure he left no trace that he had left--or was even still alive.

Soon arriving in Westopolis, Giovanni and Tai found a small apartment to squat in for the time being. Quickly settling in, Giovanni quickly fell back into his old ways, and found the people of Westopolis far more vulnerable to his schemes than in EC. Still, the weasel wasn't happy. His "new start" that he'd hoped for had fallen apart before it'd even gotten the chance to get off the ground because of *her*, Artemis. Giovanni's frustration gnawed away at him--not helped by the tiny weasel at home, his little boy--the *mistake* that'd gotten him into this mess.   He often found himself verbally and physically taking out his frustrations on young Tai, even more so when it turned out the little brat wasn't even good enough to help him on cons.  He wished he could get rid of the little bastard once and for all, but for some reason, he just couldn't bring himself to kill him despite his best efforts.

Years went by, but nothing truly changed for the pair, until young Tai was 8 years old and Giovanni found himself on the bad end of a con gone wrong, having inadvertently found himself attempting to swindle an undercover cop.  Rushing back to the apartment he and Tai shared, he quickly grabbed whatever tools he could and attempted to disappear, leaving the young Tai behind for good.

Throwing himself out of the frying pan and into the proverbial fire, Giovanni had managed to disappear and evade the cops---and run right into one of his "victims": "Downtown" Ebony Hare--a "made man" in the Carnades, one of the major local outfits--and someone who he'd given a shoddy brake job.  Ebony recognized the weasel almost immediately and motioned to off him for messing up his car, but after Giovanni pleaded for his life, Ebony spared him-- on the condition that he work off his "debts" to him and the Carnades.

Faced with either paying his dues or paying with his life, Giovanni made the obvious choice and ended up doing quite a few small jobs for Ebony over the course of the next decade and change (approx  13 years) not only fixing his car but also fixing the other vehicles in the outfit--and giving a disgustingly large portio nof the proceeds from his other "work" directly to Ebony.  Once again, Giovanni was trapped doing the very thing he'd been stuck doing since childhood and not only that, but also indebted to a mobster who had no intention of letting him go.  He desperately tried to find a way out, but it was to no avail--until a near miraculous stroke of "luck".

The Black Arms invasion decimated a significant portion of Mobius, especially Northamer, and no place found itself worse off than Westopolis. For most living there, it seemed like the end times as  the city burned around them. But for Giovanni, it was an opportunity to finally disappear--and never come back.

The invasion soon ended, the repairs soon begun, and the Carnades began to operate once more--but Giovanni was nowhere to be found. Despite a thorough search of the city, the weasel had just...vanished, presumably killed by the aliens or escaping to parts unknown after.  

Giovanni's current location is unknown and those who know of him believe him to be dead, but there have been some apparent sightings of the aged con-man.  Some say they've seen him on the outskirts of Sand Blast City, others say they've seen him working his trade with another individual down in the Southern Baronies, and some even say that he's still in Westopolis, working his craft, and sticking close to the headquarters of the East Side Pack, a noted rival of the Carnades.

#OC Refs and Bios #Sonic OC #OC Stuff #Sonic FC #Archie Sonic #Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Giovanni Conti the Weasel #Gambit the Weasel

[shewritestheblues]

The Elevator Bae x Chapter 1

Welp, I was hoping to recover chapters 1-8 but Tumblr is a hot ass mess with curls. So I’m reposting all of them. Here ya’ go my loves. 

Chapter ONE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

*NO WARNINGS*

Phoenix nods her head to the beat as Nipsey Hussle’s, Hussle & Motivate blast through her speakers. She’s learned to accept LA and all of its traffic. She’s officially been a Los Angeles resident for about a year now. She moved out here from Detroit. Phoenix packed all that she could fit in her small Chevy Cruz and drove the whole way. Life back home in Detroit was getting way too out of hand for her. Her friends didn’t really seem to support her dreams of being a DJ/Music Producer. Her family wanted her to go back to school and be something normal, like a nurse.

Phoenix worked her ass off with two jobs to fund her dream. Big Sean had heard one of her beats on her Soundcloud and reached out to her. That same beat was soon one of the top charting songs in the country. Artist were hitting Phoenix up left and right, wanting to work with her. Hustling her way into the industry, she was asked to DJ a huge party for Roc Nation in LA and the rest is history. After networking and making connections, she decided that staying in Detroit would hold her back. She didn’t even tell anyone that she was leaving… except her Mom.

She woke up one day and just left. She hasn’t looked back yet. Being in LA, she’s actually made a few genuine friends that not only supports her, but ride for her through thick and thin. They even staged a 4 day sleepover one time when Phoenix had an anxiety attack so bad, she couldn’t leave her apartment.

All in all, Phoenix could really say that she was happy.

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Phoenix sings along to every song has she moves her way through traffic. After an afternoon full of meetings, she finally reaches her apartment and turns down into the underground parking garage. Her favorite parking spot is open. As she steps out, she adjust her black leggings and cropped Harvard crewneck. She still sings along to the last song that played, Ari Lennox x BMO, now stuck in her head as she heads for the elevator‍.

A man ahead of steps into the elevator first. When he turns and notices her coming behind him, he holds the door for her.

When she looked up to say thank you, she wasn’t prepared for the man standing in front of her. This man… tall, the sweetest brown skin. His arms were definitely trying to break out of the sleeves of his burgundy fitted tee. His short dreads hung over his face, almost covering his eyes. She’s seen some fine guys since being in LA, but this one...he takes the cake.

“Thank...you”

“No problem.”

His voice… his fucking voice. It hit her like thunder. Has she ever heard a voice so damn sexy?

Then it hit Phoenix… jelly legs. She does her best to lean against the elevator door. The man pulls out a keycard and scans it. He must live in a penthouse. Only penthouse tenants had keycards.

“Which floor?”

“Uhh… Seven.”

The man hit the button for the 7th floor for her. As the doors shut, his cologne took the cabin hostage. It was a mix of Shea butter, cedar wood and vanilla. Phoenix hadn’t realized she closed her eyes as she took in his scent. But, he did. He released a low chuckle that took her from her trance. Her eyes shot open. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on a speck of dirt on her Chanel Slides.

The man opened his mouth to say something but before his words slipped, the elevator doors open. FLOOR 7. Phoenix internally panics, not sure if her legs would fail her. This really wasn’t the time nor place for this shit. She goes for it, rushing out. She made it but once she turned to walk to her door, barely out of site from the gorgeous man in the elevator, her knee buckles. She catches herself on the wall.

“Shit!”  She slowly picks herself up, walking slowly to her door. The walk to the other end of the hall felt like 100 damn miles. She made it into her apartment. She drops her keys on the kitchen counter. She flops down on the couch. Dragging her sweaty hands over her face.

“Did I really just sniff this man? Did I really get caught sniffing this nigga?”

——-

The incident ran through her mind probably hundred times throughout the rest of her day. She managed to cook herself some dinner, shower and do a few loads of laundry. With each task, she would stop herself.

“I sniffed this nigga! What is wrong with me? I’m a creep.”

Her brain getting the best of her. She curls up on her couch. She had every intent to catch up on Steven Universe. Her schedule had been so busy that she has weeks of episodes to watch. But she couldn’t focus. All she could think about was this fine man. Why hadn’t she seen him before? And of course that just led back to her thinking about him catching her. She needed a distraction.

Instagram. She picked up her phone and scrolled down her timeline. Her homegirl, Ava, was all over the gram with her new photo shoot. Phoenix left a few comments.

YASSSS BITCH! GO OFF!

REAL HOT GIRL SHIT!

Phoenix continued scrolling. She found her way to her explore page. Liking a few pics of decor and food. And that’s when she saw it. Her ex, Justin, posted with his baby mama. Phoenix broke up with Justin the day before she moved to LA. That same day, she found out he had a baby on the way. That was the extra push she needed to just leave. Justin was her first everything. Her only real boyfriend and he did her dirty. She hadn’t really dated since then. She’d entertain a few of the industry guys that approached her but nothing ever happened. Her feelings were hurt instantly. Even though she had moved on and far away, that shit still stung like it was fresh. She locked her phone. When she needed a distraction, she ain’t mean that. Maybe making a beat would help.

She set up her mini, bootleg studio she created and got to work. It was so easy for her. This was her passion. She even wrote a few lyrics. Time was passing by and before she knew it, it was almost 2am.. she wasn’t surprised at all. She always worked best at night. She was in her zone so she didn’t wanna stop to go to sleep anytime soon.

Phoenix headed to the kitchen. She was going to need some good snacks to match this good creation session she was having. Opening her snack cabinet, she was met with a half eaten bag of plain chips and a pack of Oreos with ONE left.

“Ava is never staying here again. Eating up all my shit.” she says to herself.

She sent her friend a text, not caring that it’s late.

Phoenix: You owe me some snacks you hungry heffa.

Phoenix was determined to finish this night out strong by any means. Even if that means going to the store at 2am. She slid on her FENTY Slides. She refused to put on a bra so she threw on a Nike hoodie and headed out.

——-

The elevator seems to be taking forever. Who in the hell is holding it up this late? Phoenix starts to weigh her options. Tired of waiting, she debates whether she should just go back into her apartment.

DING

Letting out a deep sigh, “Finally!”

Looking up, she freezes. It’s him, sporting a black tank, basketball shorts, Nike socks and slides. He had small scars all over his upper torso and trailing down his arms. She is completely stuck, staring at him.

‘How far down did these scars go?’

The doors begin to close and the gorgeous man stops them with his hand.

“Are you gonna get in or just stand there?” he smiles.

‘HO MY GAWD! Is that gold in his mouth?

Phoenix slowly walks into the cabin. Arms folded over her chest, she stands in the front right corner. Ground Level already highlighted as their stop.

“It’s a little late for you to be out here by yourself ain’t it?” He asks.

Peaking over her shoulder, “I’m good.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, Phoenix could feel him burning a hole in her back with his eyes. She turns to make sure she’s right.

Of course! He’s staring right at her ass. She wants to say something but her words are trapped in her throat. He smiles at her, making her swallow them down and she just looks down at her feet.

“I’m Erik.”

her head snaps back. “Huh?”

“My name. It’s Erik.”

“Oh…Phoenix.”

The elevator doors open. Phoenix waste no time stepping out. Erik is right behind her. He taps her arm, making her jump. Erik was used to women being nervous and awkward around him. He knew he was fine and enjoyed watching women fold before him. He showed his pearly whites, dimples pooling deep,

“Get back here safe, Phoenix.”

Making sure to say her name slowly.

LORDT! The way he said her name made her stomach flip. This man was dangerous. She could tell.

“Uh, you too, Erik.”

She tried to match his tone saying his name. Not wanting to stick around for his response she turns immediately to go to her car. Getting in, she sits. She’s looking out between the rows of cars to see where he went. Some lights flash and soon after, a blacked out Acura NSX with red detailing along the sides, slowly drives by, in front of her. She pretends to not notice, acting as though she’s looking down. She starts her car and pulled out of her parking spot. There’s no traffic but Erik made sure to sit at the parking garage’s entrance until her car pulled up behind him before revving his engine and taking off.

Phoenix rolls her eyes, playfully. “This nigga extra as hell.”

But she knew she liked it. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t let her lie to herself. The short drive to the 7/11 up the street consisted of her wondering where he was going this late and curious to know he’ll be there when she got back.

#the elevator bae #erik x black OC #erik x phoenix #black panther fic #Erik Killmonger

[talpup]

Crossroads:2

Summary: Loss will make a person do terrible things they never thought themselves capable of doing. Things like wanting the mobsters responsible for your little brothers death to pay so badly you’ll summon a Demon to make it happen.

Maya did just that, but little did she know that the Demon would ask for her soul as the price. Or that when she refused give it to him, he would put her in the path of someone possibly much worse.

Kai is offering to help her but what he wants is so much more than her soul. He wants her everything.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23565748/chapters/56963527

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As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship, and reading through the draft of this chapter.  This fic started as an idea back in January when they said they’d like to see me write a Kai centered fic.  Through their questions and inspiration Crossroads became a fleshed out story.  They even came up with the title and female insert/oc’s name.  I might be the one writing this fic; but it’s as much theirs as it is mine.

2.1

For the sixth morning in a row Maya woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own.  The horrid nightmare faded, leaving her feeling just as exhausted as when she had gone to bed.  She turned, bleary eyes focusing on the man whose room she slept in.

Chisaki Kai.

Her breath caught seeing his gold eyes locked on her.

“You were restless again.”

His words were spoken with such familiarity that it both agitated and put her at ease.

“I saw him die again.”  Maya confessed, turning away.

Kai put aside the papers he hadn’t looked at in more than an hour, the sight of her much more enthralling than the work he had to do. “It will lessen and fade.”

He sounded as if he were speaking from experience.  Then again, Maya supposed that as a mob boss Kai would have witnessed terrible things that haunted and were never truly forgotten.

A Mob Boss.  The idea was still hard to grasp.  The Demon Dabi had certainly spoken true when he had said he would give her another way to see her justice done.

Kai wasn’t the average Mob Boss, though he certainly didn’t seem any less ruthless.  At least not when he had agreed to help her see the men that killed her brother dead after hearing her story. She had thought the offer too good to be true, and when Kai had brought her back to the Shie Hassaikai’s compound she had been sure the payment for his help would be unsavory.

Not that she wasn’t unaccustomed to unsavory deals.  The ones she had occasionally been forced to make with the landlord to keep a roof over her brothers head when funds were short, made her feel dirty just thinking about it.  But Kai hadn’t asked for such favors.  At least not yet.

She sat up in the plush bed, hugging the soft sheet that probably cost as much as one months rent.

“I don’t know if I want them to fade.  Yet I want to wipe them away with something else.”  She said of the reel of memories that detailed her brothers death.  “Does that make sense?”

Kai looked her over, fingers twitching, wanting to rip the covering sheet away and expose her to view. “It does.”

She turned back to him.  He sat on the lounge that he had taken as his bed these past six nights, though by the look of him she doubted slept much.

The piece of furniture was likely a thousand times more comfortable than her bed back home, but she still felt bad for taking his bed.  Then again it was Kai who had said that she needed to sleep in his quarters.  His reason being so she wouldn’t be disturbed by his men knocking and sniffing around.  She might’ve thought the offer somewhat chivalrous if it had been an offer rather than an already decided statement.

Her eyes skimmed over him, taking in his handsome face.  His fine tailored shirt and pants were rumbled. His jacket, tie, and vest, like his dust mask, long since removed once they had entered his private rooms.  The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and she couldn’t help but linger on the peek of chest and collarbone.

She had occasionally seen the definition of his chest and abs when the fabric of his shirt pulled just so. Even the sleeve garters, perfectly fitted as they were, strained slightly when his biceps flexed.

Kai sat back and let her get a good look.  It had become something of a morning routine with her. One he didn’t want to get too comfortable in.  He would much rather have a routine where he woke up beside her and fucked her into the bed.  But it had only been seven days.  He had to be patient.

He smirked seeing her gaze lower to where his semi-hard cock made a soft tent in his pants.

Just the sight of her in his bed.  Hair mussed.  Night gowns spaghetti strap hanging off a shoulder.  The outline of her body clearly visible under the single, thin sheet.  It stirred something inside him that no other ever had.

His fascination with her had been immediate and surprised even him.  But rather than question it, Kai accepted it. He had wanted her mind, body, and soul from the start.  And the more he learned about her the more that desire grew.

Her openness was a breath of fresh air.  And the fact that she had kept her innocence in spite what had happened was heartening. But just because she remained sweet and innocent didn’t mean that she would suffer vile deeds without seeking just retribution. She was strong in both will and spirit.  And her brand of justice suited his perfectly.

She was a woman that he could share his vision with.  She wouldn’t balk or be frightened by what he and the Shie Hassaikai were doing.  She would understand. She would celebrate his victories with him, and comfort him on trying days, like the one where her brother had died.  It was early times yet, but he could see her eventually giving him children.  A vested interest in seeing his plan come to fruition.  They would strive all the harder to see the filthy and immoral wiped from the earth so that his children could live and grow in an upright and wholesome society, unsullied by the sordid and depraved.

Kai got to his feet and stepped to her.  He brushed back her hair, sighing at the smooth, soft silkiness. He was so use to a detached dullness to everything he felt.  A barrier between him and the filth of the world.  He rarely went without his gloves, unless he was in his private rooms. And even then, the things he touched in his personal space where cold, and hard, and uninviting.

But not her.  She was soft, and warm, and oh so inviting.  The feel of her was a gaslight that burned in the best of ways.  The mere sight of her electricity, lighting up the dark recesses of his soul and showing him needs and desires he never knew he had.

He didn’t want anything between him and her. Didn’t want anything to limit or distance his feel of her. Anything to cover the sight of her.  Anything to shield her innermost thoughts and wants from view.  He would give this woman everything.  And he would take everything she had to give and more.

Maya glanced up at Kai.  She knew that look well enough.  She had seen it on the landlord and numerous others.  But Kai’s gaze held far more than lustful hunger.  There was something else. Something oppressive and almost menacing in his golden hues.  It sent a shiver down her spine, but she told herself it was just the chill from having woken from another nightmare.

Of course Kai’s eyes would hold a darkness that others didn’t.  He was a the leader of the Shie Hassaikai.  A yakuza that even the most violent of bootleggers feared.

Kai fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face up. “What do you say we wipe those memories away with something far more pleasing?”

Maya brightened and for a moment Kai’s soft smile grew.

“You found one of them?” She saw his smile falter and hurried on.  “I mean it’s not as if I had any doubts.  I knew you would. I just I didn’t expect it to be this soon.”

She got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her.

Out of all the things Kai had provided for her, a robe hadn’t been one. Previously she had fought against him picking out clothes for her to wear each morning; even though she had eventually relented, knowing that she couldn’t exactly dictate how things went here if she wished to see her brother’s killers dead.  But today she’d happily wear whatever Kai wanted her to.

She shot him a smile as she made her way toward the large en suite bathroom.  “I can’t wait to see what you pick for me to wear today.”

The door was closed before Kai could get a word in edgewise.  Not that he would've corrected her faulty presumption.  He didn’t want her thinking less of him when she had been so happy and amazed.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know who had started the shoot out that day. All For One was a brand of hard booze that Shigaraki Tomura and his gang bootlegged.  They were a relatively small but insidious group whose booze was sold in practically every speakeasy across several counties.

If the plan to poison their latest batch hadn’t been bundled, the world would've potentially been cleansed of thousands, if not tens of thousands of filthy carousers that sought nothing more than their own immoral pleasure.

While the Shigaraki men there that day had been mid-ranked, making a move on any member of the gang would be tantamount to war. Then again, he and his men were already at war with Shigaraki and any others that fed the public's unwholesome thirst.

Kai made his way through his quarters and opened the door to the rest of the house.  A young man that acted as both guard and page straightened and turned.

“Morning, Sir.”

“See that breakfast is prepared, and tell Hari to be in my office in an hour.”

The man nodded, curtly.  “Yes, Sir.”

Kai closed the door.  He would send Hari out to grab the first Shigaraki man he came across. He didn’t even have to be one of those who had been part of the shootout.  They were all guilty anyway.

He supposed it was time to start looking in truth for those that had been part of the shootout that day.  Maya deserved the justice she wanted after all.  And she undoubtedly be all the more grateful to him for giving it to her.

2.2

The day had passed slowly, with a growing tension.  By the time they retired back to Kai’s chambers it was easy to tell Maya was sour.

He pulled off his mask and unbuttoned his suit jacket, letting it slide off.  “You’ve been upset since breakfast. Care to tell me what the matter is?”  He stepped to her, fingers brushing back her hair and tilting her chin up.  “I can’t fix it unless I know what it is, Beautiful.”

Maya tired to turn her face away, but found her chin caught in Kai’s grip.

“Don’t turn away for me.”  His hold lightened, thumb brushing across her lips.  “I’ve given so much to you.  A promise of justice.  Safe place to live.  Warm, comfortable bed to rest.  Clothes worthy to be worn and touch the likes of you.  And what have I asked in return? Nothing.  The least you can do is show me the respect I am due by looking at and answering me.”

She would've argued that this was more of a place to stay, not live; and like the bed and clothes, something she hadn’t asked for.  But he had been right about her rudeness.  Kai did deserve her thanks and respect for what he was doing for her brother’s cause.

She blinked up at him and apologized.  “I’m sorry, Kai.  You’re right.”

Kai smiled, hand caressing her face.  She was just so soft and warm, he couldn’t help himself.  He just had to touch her.

“So tell me, Beautiful.  What’s been bothering you all day?”

She swallowed.  Would it seem ungrateful to say she was disappointed? Probably.  But she also didn’t want to lie.  Lying wasn’t who she was, and a part of her was frightened to try it with him, even if the truth had a chance of making him upset.

“It’s just that this morning I had thought that one of my brother’s killers had been put down.  Only to learn that wasn’t so, but your men were closing on one.  I had hoped that we would get news he had been taken out.  But as the day progressed…”  She looked down and away.  “Now it’s late and I’m going to bed knowing that all of my brother’s killers are still live.  It’s not right that he’s dead and they get to live another day. He was so good.  Such a happy, helpful young boy.”  Her gazed lifted to him. “I know it sounds ungrateful and I’m sorry.  I’m not ungrateful. Truly.  But I can’t help how I feel and don’t want to lie.”

He kissed her forehead.  He couldn’t help himself.

As wonderful as the affection felt, he didn’t like the way she tensed at the contact.

“That’s good.  You should never lie to me, Darling.  No matter what you have to say.  You should always tell me the truth.  Even if it’s bad.  It would be better to tell me than to lie.  Lying to me is unacceptable and would be painful for us both.  You understand?”

Maya’s heart beat rapidly in her chest.

“Answer me, Sweetheart.”

“Yes.”

Kai smiled at her whispered response.  “So soft and meek for me.  I didn’t mean to frighten you, Maya.  I simply want you to understand that I won’t tolerate anything between us.”

“I… understand.”

Every fiber in her being was telling her to run.  But Kai’s towering frame was blocking the door. Though in truth she probably wouldn’t have run anyway.  Her will to see those who killed her brother punished far outweighed any sense of self preservation.  She had given up her body and innocence before to shelter and provide for him.  He was the only family she had.  The only reason she had to kept on going. Without him her life was without purpose.  All she had left was her revenge.  And Kai had promised to give it to her.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”  He hand traveled from her face down her neck to her shoulder. “Now.  As for your disappointment.  There’s no reason to be distraught. Hari has found one of them and they will be dead by morning.  I promise.”

“I want to see.”

Kai’s expression darkened.  “Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not a matter of trust.  Of course I trust you.  It’s just…  These men killed my brother.  I can’t get that horrid memory out of my head.”  Her eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowing. “It’s always there.  Him laying in that dirty street.  Pained and scared and bleeding out, and then lifeless.” Her eyes opened, gazing fixing on him. “You said it would fade; but I don’t want it to.  I want to wipe it out with the image of them.  Dead and bleeding.  I want to see it.  To see them.  They need to suffer and die for what they did.  And I want to watch it happen.”

Kai paused.

Her words both thrilled and concerned him.  He was glad to see such a fire for justice in her.  It further proved how perfect she was for him. That she would understand and support his cause.  Yet at the same time, for his sweet, innocence darling to be so blood thirsty that she wanted to watch these men die…

“Are you sure?”

She pulled back from him.  “Of course I’m sure!”

“Calm down.  Don’t raise you voice at me.”

There was a heat within Kai’s low even voice that made Maya shuddered.  “Sorry.”

Rather than step to her, Kai beckoned her back with a single crooked finger. He waited impatiently as she slowly stepped back to him, gold eyes looking her over.

His hands were on her again as soon as she pulled up close.  “I asked because seeing a person intentionally murdered is different than seeing someone killed.”

“My--”

Kai pressed two fingers to her lips.  “I wasn’t done, Precious. Don’t interrupt me.”

He both felt and saw her lips pull in and press together, and had to lower his hand least he pressed his fingers into her mouth as well.

Later, he told himself.  Soon enough his fingers and cock would fill her mouth. Good luck interrupting me then, he thought, dick twitching in interest. And if she still dared try to do so, he would fuck her till she was such a mess that she was incapable of words.

“These men are disgusting, vile creatures, Maya. They don’t deserve a swift and painless death.  Are you sure you can handle that?”

She watched him a moment, considering.  Finally she shook her head.

Kai could see in her eyes that despite her answer, she wasn’t happy.

“But you still want to see something.”  He prodded.

Maya nodded.

“Words.” Kai commanded.

“Yes.”

He stepped around her imagining that yes was in response to a very different sort of prodding.  His hand traced around her shoulder, fingers curling under the embroidered strap of her dress.  So beautiful, he thought.  So soft, and warm, and welcoming.

“Do you trust me, Darling?” His chest pressed against her back, breath tickling her ear.  “Do you trust me to know what’s good for you?”

She couldn’t wholly say yes to that, but knew no wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear.  Yet she knew he would know if she were lying. She considered the situation of her brothers vengeance.  How Kai was helping her, and had sought to protect her from something she might not have been ready for.

If she focused on that aspect alone she could give the answer he wanted without falsehood.

“Yes.”

“Yes what, Dearest?”  His moved and spoke into her other ear “Let me hear you say it.”

“I trust you, Kai.”

Kai ran a hand over her silken hair.  “Such a good girl for me.”

Maya swallowed.  Maybe she should've sold her soul to Dabi.  But where Dabi had asked for eternity, whatever Kai wanted would only last until justice had been fully met.

Kai felt her unease and decided not to push.  He had one last meeting with Hari before he could fully unwind and rest within his quarters.  And now, he had a new order to give his Lieutenant as well. One that he hoped would make his Darling very happy.

Kai pressed a kiss to her head and pulled his gloves back on.  “Wash up and get ready for bed.  I’ll be back shortly.”

2.3

Hari entered his boss’ office prepared to give the days report.  But as soon as he closed the door, Kai spoke.

“This lackey of Shigaraki’s you found.  Is he on ice yet?”

“No, Sir.  But he will be by morning.  I guarantee it.”

Kai laced his fingers, focusing on his Lieutenant. “Good. And the search for the men that killed Maya’s brother?”

“As you know, we just started looking in earnest this morning.  But there’s a number of leads.  We will find and take them out soon enough.”

“Good.” Kai sat back, gesturing for Hari to sit.

Hari did so but remained quiet, patiently waiting. He knew his boss well enough to know there something was on else his mind.  It was safe to say that whatever it was, it was about the woman upstairs in Kai’s rooms.

Maya. Her looks alone were enough for Hari to understand the attraction. But Kai’s interest in her went far deeper than that. While Hari didn’t understand it, he didn’t question it.  It was enough that Kai wanted her and had told him to respect her as he would him.

Kai rubbed at his brow. “She wants to see him.”

His Boss sounded tired. Hari had noted the minute changes in him over the last few day, telling of Kai’s lack of rest. But it wasn’t his place to give his leader orders, even if those orders were simply to get some sleep and for Kai’s own good.

“What to see who, Sir?”

“The filth.”

“The one we’re taking out tomorrow?”

Kai nodded.

“Is that wise?”  Hari questioned, carefully.

“I talked her out of seeing him killed.”

Hari managed to silence his scoff.  He found the idea of her wanting to see the man killed naive. It had been years since he had witnessed his first hit; but he could still remember it clearly.  He could still smell the blood, and hear the cries that became muffled and slowly turned to nothing. He had committed countless hits far more gruesome than the first one he had seen, but it still stood out among all the rest.

“Bring his head.”  Kai ordered.

“Boss?”

“You heard me.”

Hari nodded not sure how seeing a mans severed head was much better.

“She’s to be my woman, Hari.  There is nothing I will deny her.  So long as it suits me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

2.4

Maya was already in bed by the time Kai returned.  She sat up, watching him take off his mask and gloves.

“You work hard.”

Kai turned, the tension in his shoulders melting at the mere sight of her.  Truly, how had he managed without her in his life?  It had only been seven days but he couldn’t imagine going back to a life without her.

If only he could get a proper nights sleep, everything would be perfect. Well, almost perfect.  Things wouldn’t be perfect until Maya understood the way of things and accepted it.  But he was taking that slowly, not wanting to frighten and force her.

He undid the final button of his vest, and loosened his tie. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.”

Kai stepped over to the bed, eyes narrowed with concern. “Trouble getting to sleep?”

“Yeah.”

It was partially true.  She certainly wasn’t going to tell him that she had grown accustomed to the sound of him shuffling through papers while he worked in the lounge sofa near the bed.  That she apparently needed the sound and presence of him to fall asleep.

She told herself that it was because she was in a new house filled with scary men and foreign noises.  She was use to the sounds her home made. Use to the sound of her little brother snoring lightly in the pallet across the room, a single hanging sheet their sole means of privacy. Though filled with nightmares, her first night in this room, with Kai watching over her had been the first night she had actually slept since her brothers death.  Kai had become her comfort.  Her refuge.  She needed him. At least she needed him if she wished to sleep.

Kai smiled softly, chest swelling that his absence had caused her unrest.  He took the open book laid out beside her, and closed it.

“Well I’m here now, Darling.  You can rest easy.”  He brushed her hair back, caressing her cheek. “I’m having Hari bring a surprise for you tomorrow.  So I suggest you lay down and get some rest.”

Her hand clutched his forearm.

Kai’s fingers paused along her cheek, waiting to see if she would further or try to push away his affection. She did neither, hand simply holding him.  Though he wanted more, he decided that it was enough for now.

“Do you often work through the night?”

Kai’s fingers resumed their caressing. “When I need to.  The ills of booze and chaos it creates won’t be wiped away without hard work and effort.”

“Still. I can’t help but think that my being here has disturbed your time of peace and restoration.”

“You’re presence has brought me more peace and rest than I ever knew possible.”  Kai asserted, so enthralled by the soft, warm feel of her that he missed her glance to the white velvet sofa.

She gently pulled his hand away. “Yet these sleepless nights are taking a toll. I can see it.”

“I’m fine.”  Kai frowned, fingers itching to touch her.

Maya sighed and nudged him back.  He was just like her brother.  Clearly overtired yet claiming he could stay up to play, or in this case work.  She wasn’t having it.

Kai didn’t budge.  Then he saw her legs swing over the bed and stepped back.  Not so much to give her space, but to get a better view.  His eyes roamed over her, taking in the tender, luminescent skin of her thighs that the bunched up nightgown afforded.

“Seriously, Kai.  How much longer can you go on like this?”  She stood up and gestured to the lounge. “Is it because the sofa’s uncomfortable?  I told you I could sleep in it.”

Kai closed the small distance between them, chest practically touching hers. “No, you can’t.  What kind of man would I be if I let my lady take the couch?”

Her skin prickled at him calling her his.  But she ignored the sense of warning and told herself it was because of the cool air hitting her skin from having gotten out of a warm bed.  She told herself that she was doing this so there would be justice for her brother.  That she had done and suffered worse for him than letting someone like Kai call her theirs.

Kai’s eyes lowered. Standing this close, the cut of her nightgowns neck allowed him to see a tantalize amount of skin.  The pure white fabric thin enough that he was left wondering if he could actually see the color of her pebbled nipples, or if it was imagined.

Maya sighed.  She knew she was going to regret this, but it wasn’t right.  Taking Kai’s bed.  Watching him slowly succumb to exhaustion.  She couldn’t do it.  Not while he was already doing so much for her and her cause.  Her pride wouldn’t have it.  More than that, her instincts as a caretaker wouldn’t allow it.

“Come on. Sleep in your own bed.”

Kai’s gold eyes darkened.  “I don’t like repeating myself, Sweetheart.”

“I mean join me.”  She saw his stern gaze turn ravenous, and clarified. “To sleep.” She crossed her arms suddenly feeling terribly exposed. “You can’t run a gang, let alone help me get justice if you keep on staying up working through the night.”

Kai smiled, pleased. It might not have been exactly what he wanted; but it was a sizable step toward it.  And she had been the one to suggest it.

She truly was perfect.  So thoughtful and caring.  She had noticed how little sleep he had been getting and the toll it was having. And like a good mate, had sought to give him what he needed.

Hands on her hips Kai stepped her backwards, a self satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

The back of Maya’s legs hit the bed.  She jumped, hands clutching at the sleeves of his shirt. What had she done?  She hadn’t meant…

“Get into bed, Beautiful.”

At his hands gentle urging, she sat down with a plop.

Kai’s smile grew.  His darling was so sweet and obedient.  He wondered if he could take her right now.  But he wouldn’t push.  Maybe tomorrow night, after he had presented her with her gift.

Yes, he thought.  She would be so pleased and grateful that she wouldn’t deny him anything then.  With his gift he will have proven that he was just as perfect for her as she was for him.  That he was a man of his word, and would provide and protect her from the filth of this world.

He gave the apple of her cheek a chaste kiss.  With one last smile, he turned away, pulling off vest and tie.

“I’ll shower and get cleaned up, then join you in bed.  We can sleep and dream of tomorrow.”

#bnha #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #overhaul #yandere!overhaul #yandere #1920s #my hero academia #crossroads

[dreamgirl4certain]

The Elevator Bae

Chapter ONE.

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

A/N: I am so nervous about putting this out. I’ve been struggling for weeks to actually sit and write it but the idea just won’t leave my head. So, I figured why the hell not. Next chapter will pick up for sure.

Phoenix nods her head to the beat as Nipsey Hussle’s, Hussle & Motivate blast through her speakers. She’s learned to accept LA and all of its traffic. She’s officially been a Los Angeles resident for about a year now. She moved out here from Detroit. Phoenix packed all that she could fit in her small Chevy Cruz and drove the whole way. Life back home in Detroit was getting way too out of hand for her. Her friends didn’t really seem to support her dreams of being a DJ/Music Producer. Her family wanted her to go back to school and be something normal, like a nurse.** **

Phoenix worked her ass off with two jobs to fund her dream. Big Sean had heard one of her beats on her Soundcloud and reached out to her. That same beat was soon one of the top charting songs in the country. Artist were hitting Phoenix up left and right, wanting to work with her. Hustling her way into the industry, she was asked to DJ a huge party for Roc Nation in LA and the rest is history. After networking and making some connections, she decided that staying in Detroit would hold her back. She didn’t even tell anyone that she was leaving… except her Mom.

She woke up one day and just left. She hasn’t looked back yet. Being in LA, she’s actually made a few genuine friends that not only supports her, but ride for her through thick and thin. They even staged a 4 day sleepover one time when Phoenix had an anxiety attack so bad, she couldn’t leave her apartment.

All in all, Phoenix could really say that she was happy.

Phoenix sings along to every song has she moves her way through traffic. After an afternoon full of meetings, she finally reaches her apartment and turns down into the underground parking garage. Her favorite parking spot is open. As she steps out, she adjust her black leggings and cropped Harvard crewneck. She still sings along to the last song that played, Ari Lennox x BMO, now stuck in her head as she heads for the elevator‍.

A man ahead of steps into the elevator first. When he turns and notices her coming behind him, he holds the door for her.

When she looked up to say thank you, she wasn’t prepared for the man standing in front of her. This man… tall, the sweetest brown skin. His arms were definitely trying to break out of the sleeves of his burgundy fitted tee. His short dreads hung over his face, almost covering his eyes. She’s seen some fine guys since being in LA, but this one...he takes the cake.

“Thank...you”

“No problem.”

His voice… his fucking voice. It hit her like thunder. Has she ever heard a voice so damn sexy?

Then it hit Phoenix… jelly legs. She does her best to lean against the elevator door. The man pulls out a keycard and scans it. He must live in a penthouse. Only penthouse tenants had keycards.

“Which floor?”

“Uhh… Seven.”

The man hit the button for the 7th floor for her. As the doors shut, his cologne took the cabin hostage. It was a mix of Shea butter, cedar wood and vanilla. Phoenix hadn’t realized she closed her eyes as she took in his scent. But, he did. He released a low chuckle that took her from her trance. Her eyes shot open. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on a speck of dirt on her Chanel Slides.

The man opened his mouth to say something but before his words slipped, the elevator doors open. FLOOR 7. Phoenix internally panics, not sure if her legs would fail her. This really wasn’t the time nor place for this shit. She goes for it, rushing out. She made it but once she turned to walk to her door, barely out of site from the gorgeous man in the elevator, her knee buckles. She catches herself on the wall.

“Shit!”  She slowly picks herself up, walking slowly to her door. The walk to the other end of the hall felt like 100 damn miles. She made it into her apartment. She drops her keys on the kitchen counter. She flops down on the couch. Dragging her sweaty hands over her face.

“Did I really just sniff this man? Did I really get caught sniffing this nigga?”

——-

The incident ran through her mind probably hundred times throughout the rest of her day. She managed to cook herself some dinner, shower and do a few loads of laundry. With each task, she would stop herself.

“I sniffed this nigga! What is wrong with me? I’m a creep.”

Her brain getting the best of her. She curls up on her couch. She had every intent to catch up on Steven Universe. Her schedule had been so busy that she has weeks of episodes to watch. But she couldn’t focus. All she could think about was this fine man. Why hadn’t she seen him before? And of course that just led back to her thinking about him catching her. She needed a distraction.

Instagram. She picked up her phone and scrolled down her timeline. Her homegirl, Ava, was all over the gram with her new photo shoot. Phoenix left a few comments.

YASSSS BITCH! GO OFF! REAL HOT GIRL SHIT!

Phoenix continued scrolling. She found her way to her explore page. Liking a few pics of decor and food. And that’s when she saw it. Her ex, Justin, posted with his baby mama. Phoenix broke up with Justin the day before she moved to LA. That same day, she found out he had a baby on the way. That was the extra push she needed to just leave. Justin was her first everything. Her only real boyfriend and he did her dirty. She hadn’t really dated since then. She’d entertain a few of the industry guys that approached her but nothing ever happened. Her feelings were hurt instantly. Even though she had moved on and far away, that shit still stung like it was fresh. She locked her phone. When she needed a distraction, she ain’t mean that. Maybe making a beat would help.

She set up her mini, bootleg studio she created and got to work. It was so easy for her. This was her passion. She even wrote a few lyrics. Time was passing by and before she knew it, it was almost 2am.. she wasn’t surprised at all. She always worked best at night. She was in her zone so she didn’t wanna stop to go to sleep anytime soon.

Phoenix headed to the kitchen. She was going to need some good snacks to match this good creation session she was having. Opening her snack cabinet, she was met with a half eaten bag of plain chips and a pack of Oreos with ONE left.

“Ava is never staying here again. Eating up all my shit.” she says to herself.

She sent her friend a text, not caring that it’s late.

Phoenix: You owe me some snacks you hungry heffa.

Phoenix was determined to finish this night out strong by any means. Even if that means going to the store at 2am. She slid on her FENTY Slides. She refused to put on a bra so she threw on a Nike hoodie and headed out.

——-

The elevator seems to be taking forever. Who in the hell is holding it up this late? Phoenix starts to weigh her options. Tired of waiting, she debates if she should just go back into her apartment.

DING

Letting out a deep sigh, “Finally!”

Looking up, she freezes. It’s him, sporting a black tank, basketball shorts, Nike socks and slides. He had small scars all over his upper torso and trailing down his arms. She is completely stuck, staring at him.

How far down did these scars go?

The doors begin to close and the gorgeous man stops them with his hand.

“Are you gonna get in or just stand there?” he smiles.

‘HO MY GAWD! Is that gold in his mouth?

Phoenix slowly walks into the cabin. Arms folded over her chest, she stands in the front, right corner. Ground Level already highlighted as their stop.

“It’s a little late for you to be out here by yourself ain’t it?” He asks.

Peaking over her shoulder, “I’m good.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, Phoenix could feel him burning a hole in her back with his eyes. She turns to make sure she’s right.

Of course! He’s staring right at her ass. She wants to say something but her words are trapped in her throat. He smiles at her, making her swallow them down and she just looks down at her feet.

“I’m Erik.”

her head snaps back. “Huh?”

“My name. It’s Erik.”

“Oh…Phoenix.”

The elevator doors open. Phoenix waste no time stepping out. Erik is right behind her. He taps her arm, making her jump. Erik was used to women being nervous and awkward around him. He knew he was fine and enjoyed watching women fold before him. He showed his pearly whites, dimples pooling deep,

“Get back here safe, Phoenix.”

Making sure to said her name slowly.

LORDT! The way he said her name made her stomach flip. This man was dangerous. She could tell.

“Uh, you too, Erik.”

She tried to match his tone saying his name. Not wanting to stick around for his response she turns immediately to go to her car. Getting in, she sits. She’s looking out between the rows of cars to see where he went. Some lights flash and soon after, a blacked out Acura NSX with red detailing along the sides, slowly drives by, in front of her. She pretends to not notice, acting as though she’s looking down. She starts her car and pulls out of her parking spot. There’s no traffic but Erik made sure to sit at the parking garage’s entrance until her car pulled up behind him before revving his engine and taking off.

Phoenix rolls her eyes, playfully. “This nigga extra as hell.”

But she knew she liked it. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t let her lie to herself. The short drive to the 7/11 up the street consisted of her wondering where he was going this late and curious to know he’ll be there when she got back.

Tags: @purple-apricots @abeautifulmindexposed **If anyone likes this and wants to be tagged in the next chapter, let me know. 

#black panther #erik stevens #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x OC #black oc #shaebewritinrg #erik x phoenix

[birthclod]

Talk about your ships, fuck cringe culture

ur right. Fuck Cringe Culture

im using this for the ask meme i hope u don’t mind haha, and since i talked abt ludsley already im gonna use this to talk about pop and dollie because i don’t have Nearly enough content on them!!!

when i started shipping it: tumblr archive says march 31 2019 was when i first posted about them being in love. so almost a year and a half. i didn’t realize it’s been that long wrow,

my thoughts: i haven’t fixated on them in a while but oh my GOOOD it makes me go Mentol. they’ve literally known each other for YEARS. they’ve been through YEARS of bullshit around them and they still kept in contact with each other and eventually they BOTH get out of the bootlegging industry that almost trapped them forever and they became partners in crime and partners for real aansdfhjkdhfdj I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM!!

what makes me happy about them: AGAIN EVERYTHING but especially that they really support one another!! like usually they’re there to lean on one another when they need it, and whenever they’re mentally able they’ll be there for each other and just. they love and trust each other so much it’s unreal bro. it’s been like that for years, like as soon as they actually started talking for a while they just Clicked

what makes me sad about them: umm not really sad but that they didn’t tell each other sooner! like they both had huge feelings for one another for years and they didn’t say anything because they didn’t think it was returned. bro just say it i promise itll go well... bro dont worry 

things done in fanfic that annoys me: lol there’s no fic this is oc/canon

things i look for in fanfic: see above

who id be comfortable them ending up w/ if not each other: N/A! i have literally no one for the other. it’s nerf or nothing

my happily ever after for them: be partners in crime for a few more years. settle down in petalburg. get married in a joint wedding. open up a little shop. only have to steal a couple times. have a little daughter named viola (or vee for short). Life Is Good And Sweet.

big spoon/little spoon: again it’s alternating because i need that comfort shit. it’s like 60/40 and dahlia’s more often the little spoon bc hghfghghhg held

favorite non-sexual activity: stealing FHFHFH but just chilling works too. vibing. cuddling. u know

#talk to the cookie #ask meme #anonymous #friend anon #pop and dollie #i need to talk about them more im starving on my own content #Anonymous

[dumbchickwrites]

the end of the rainbow 🌈 — part 1

Pairings: Sam Wilson x OC! Iris Fury.

Warnings: none (for now eheheh).

Words: 1488.

Summary: Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Iris Fury, daughter of Nick Fury, is called by her father to assist the Avengers while agent Romanoff recovers from a few wounds. A certain Falcon catches her eye. Follow Iris and Sam as they take a walk on the rainbow and eventually find out what hides at the end of that beautiful path.

A/N: Remember a while back when I said I was done writing? LOL. Anyway, this is my very first Sam Wilson fanfiction and my first OC fanfiction. A little fact about the title: I called it The End of the Rainbow because in Greek mythology, the goddess Iris was a messenger who travelled on the rainbow between the gods and the humans. This note’s getting pretty long (can you tell I’m excited?), so I’m just gonna wrap it here. Enjoy!

please reblog and comment if you like! <3

***

Bucky's feet silently slid on the polished floor as he sleepily dragged himself to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Everything was dark and empty, as a home should be at three in the morning.

Except the common room wasn't.

Now fully alert, Bucky came back on his steps to find a woman sitting in a chair, a book in her lap and a steaming cup in her hand. She was wearing all black, her kinky curls pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

She took a sip of her beverage without looking up at the man in front of her, though she was perfectly aware of his presence. She flipped a page of the book.

The former Hydra soldier flexed his metal arm, ready to spring into action.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The woman remained silent.

"I asked you a question," Bucky took a step towards the intruder.

She held up a finger and shushed him. "Not now, Sarge. The story's getting good."

Bucky's frown deepened with a mix of confusion and offence. Who in the world was this woman to show up in his home in the middle of the night and tell him to shut up?! And she'd made herself comfortable!

"Okay," Bucky huffed. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., wake up the rest of the team, please. We got a situation here."

"That won't be necessary, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," the woman spoke again. She still hadn't looked at him, not tearing her eyes off the book. "Let them sleep."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Barnes. Your authority has been overridden," the A.I. said.

"Overrid— What?! I'm gonna need someone to tell me what the hell is going on here!" the volume of his voice increased as he started waving his arms.

The woman finally looked up from the book with an exasperated sigh. Why couldn't he just go back to bed, she thought. It was way too early — or late — for her to be dealing with this. She closed the book and set it on the coffee table, then sat back in the chair to make herself more comfortable.

"My name is Iris Fury. I'm here to help you guys."

*

"Most of you know Agent Fury here—"

Iris leaned towards her father to whisper something in his ear, which made him roll his eyes. Or at least, the one people could see.

The team sat in front of Nick Fury and his daughter. They had the same stance — hands behind their backs, standing straight, legs slightly apart and chin up. They even both wore all black outfits, though Iris looked slightly taller than her father thanks to her heeled boots.

"...Agent Clarke here," he gave her a pointed look. "She used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D., but now works for MI6. She's going to fill up Agent Romanoff's duties while she recovers from her injuries."

Iris smiled at the team from where she stood. Agent Barnes was sulking at the end of the table, for some reason. She wasn't sure why, but she made a mental note to clear the air with him before things got too weird. Natasha sent her a warm smile, which she acknowledged by winking at her. It had been a long time since she saw the Avengers. Last time she was in the U.S., there were six of them but only Steve and Natasha were with her in Washington D.C. when S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed, leaving the country with a major breach in its military intelligence. She also vaguely remembered Sam. She'd only exchanged a few words with him but he'd been quite helpful.

"I'm off to D.C.," her father said. "I expect y'all to treat my daughter well—"

"Dad!" she hissed. "This is highly unprofessional!"

"And I expect you to be on your best behaviour.”

Iris rolled her eyes at her dad, reminding him that she wasn’t a kid anymore. They exchanged a long gaze before her father squeezed her shoulder and stepped out of the conference room.

Once Nick was out of sight, she turned back to the team with a smile.

"So," she clapped her hands.

Clint rushed to her to engulf her in a fatherly hug. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him with all she had.

"I haven't seen you in so long, kiddo! Wow! Nat, look at our baby!" Clint was beaming, pointing at Iris.

"Your baby?" Tony perked up. "I'm sorry, but I babysat her."

"Babysat?" Iris parroted. "Tony, I was seventeen when we met," she laughed.

"Exactly!"

They all joked like this for a few moments before they led Iris to the kitchen. Tony started taking out the fruits and vegetables he needed to make his famous green juice, Sam started cooking the eggs and bacon, and Clint was on waffle duty. Iris wanted to help, but they told her to "sit down and be cute", something that Clint always told her when she was a child, running around S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"So this is Wanda," Clint pointed toward the Scarlet Witch with his laddle, batter dripping on the counter. Iris saw Tony make a face at it, which amused her. "I mean you probably know who everyone here is, but let's do this the old-fashioned way. You already know Bucky," he was still sulking in a corner, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Yeah, I do know him," Iris said, absentmindedly rubbing the two scars on her shoulder and collarbone over her long-sleeved shirt.

"Uh... and you already know Sam, too."

Iris sent a little wave his way, to which he smiled.

Wanda came to sit next to Iris, already talking her ear off. She didn't mind though, it was cute. Steve, Natasha and Bucky were already sat at the table, talking about God-knows-what.

"Hey, where's Rhodey?" Iris asked after a few moments, realising someone was missing.

"He's with Vision, he's helping him with something," Tony answered while serving the juice. "He'll be here soon."

Though no one wanted her to help for the time being, she still helped set the table and made some fresh orange juice.

"So, Pumpkin, you know everything about everyone here, but we're kind of in the dark here. What have you been up to?" Tony asked.

Everyone's eyes fell on her and it took all she had for her not to squirm under their intense gazes. She usually didn't mind attention but they were the Avengers, after all.

"Oh, uh... I don't think I know everything..." Tony motioned for her to keep talking so she did. "Well, after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell I joined MI6, like daddy said."

"Speaking of that, I love the accent," Natasha said. “What’s up with the Clarke, though? Are you married?”

"Thanks Nat. And God no,” she chuckled. “It’s my mother’s maiden name. I wanted to make it on my own, without daddy’s name.”

"So do you guys have a real life James Bond or something like that?" Wanda asked. "Is it like in the movies? With the cool tech?”

Iris threw her head back in a laugh. If she had a penny every time someone asked her that question, she'd probably have like $50 or something.

"Kind of. Look," she raised her wrist and pressed a button on the side of her watch. A holographic display emerged in the air, pictures and documents slowly swirling. Iris pressed the button again and the hologram disappeared as Wanda watched, her mouth hung open in a "woah".

"So it's like bootleg Stark tech," Tony said matter-of-factly.

Iris simply shrugged, "Sure."

After finishing breakfast and helping with the dishes, Iris went back to her bedroom to finish unpacking her things. Tony had had a room ready for her the minute Nick called him.

She was folding her clothes while swaying to the music playing in the background when she sensed someone looking at her. She placed the pair of jeans she was holding on top of their designated pile before turning towards the door to look at Sam.

“Hey,” he said. “Tony sent me to see if you needed anything,” he crossed one leg over the other and leaned on the doorframe.

“I’m good, thanks. I could eat more of that bacon though,” she added with a smile. “You make some nice eggs, too.”

“I like to think of it as my hidden talent,” he shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

“Cooking in general or just eggs?” Iris started folding a shirt.

“I guess you’ll find out if you stick around long enough.”

“I hope I will,” she said, biting her lower lip to hide her smile.

Sam winked at her before disappearing in the hallway, a slight dip in his steps. He made his way to his own room so that he could change into some workout clothes and hit the gym. Clear his head a little. Ungodly thoughts had been swirling in his mind for an hour, all provoked by the particular way a certain word sounded in Iris’ mouth.

#sam wilson #falcon #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x oc #sam wilson x black woman oc

[asahi-no-kagayaki]

Rainbow 6 OCs

I!!!!! Finally!!!!!! Finished!!!!! My!!!! Rainbow 6 Siege OCs!!!!!!!!!!! I’m really happy how this kinda turned out jifjfi my new babies i love them. I’m gonna have so much fun implementing them in r6s universe lmao i’m gonna post my first (r6) fic about them soon lol

Also i cant draw shit so i made their (casual-look ofc cuz cant find military-chara sheet thing) character design using Picrew (this website is really great btw) so dont blame me if theyre looking too anime-y jdojofjfo

More info about OCs below!!!!

1. Beruang (’Bear’ in Indonesian) Real Name: Lukman Susilo Sanjaya Age: 37 (As of 2019) Organization: Kopassus Position: Attacker Birthplace: Tegal, Central Java, Indonesia Date of Birth: January 12, 1982 Height: 5'10'' (1.79m) Weight: 177lbs (80kg) Armor: Medium Speed: Medium

Appearance: He wears standard Kopassus uniform but his face is covered by black half-mask and shades. In his free time, he usually wears bland t-shirt and sport pants. He’s kinda hairy, has a little bit of stubble and scar under his right eye. (Casual look:)

Personality: Serious 24/7. Difficult to approach since he only gives necessary/short answers if asked. He never seeks company of other people, and sometimes can be oblivious about things not related to his job. 

Appears stoic, but it’s not because he doesn't have any feelings. He just doesn't know or can't express his emotion to other people except Jasmine. Lowkey insecure about himself, like thinking he's 'not good enough' and people deserves someone better than him.

It's hard for him to have a close relationship with other people other than Kirana because of his insecurity as well his oblivious and stoic personalities. It's not impossible, just hard and take a lot of work before someone could call Lukman their friend or even boyfriend.

Special Gadget: Bear Knuckles - It's basically a pair of gloves shaped like bear paws, used to further increase the power of Lukman's fist (It should be noted that his punch is already strong before he put on the gloves), allowing him to break any surfaces (except steel, for now at least). Yes, it's technically like Sledge's hammer but it's his fist instead lol. Punching a person without holding back with this will likely put them unconscious or heavily injured. 

Unfortunately, it's powered by battery and can only be used a few times before it runs out. It must be charged before he can use it.

Short Biography: As a son of the current Major General of Indonesian's Special Forces Kopassus, Beruang's life was revolved around how to be just like his father. With his incredible strength and agility, coupled with knowledge of various martial arts, a fight without a weapon is what he shines the most. Calm and obedient, Beruang is one of excellent soldier Kopassus had, a War Machine ready to serve under his country.

Psychological Report: Suffers from a condition where he can't express his emotion and low self-esteem where he claimed that he's never good enough. It is believed that harsh training and upbringings from the environment he lived in was the cause of those problems. While he's good at his job, his social skill is very lacking, and he himself appears to be distancing himself with his teammates other than one person.

2. Jasmine Real Name: Kirana Tunggadewi Pitaloka Age: 26 (As of 2019) Organization: Kopassus Position: Defender Birthplace: Malang, East Java, Indonesia Date of Birth: July 18, 1993 Height: 5'5'' (1.65m) Weight: 131 lbs (59kg) Armor: Light Speed: Fast

Appearances: wears standard Kopassus uniform and her face is also covered with black half-mask and shades. In her free time, she usually wears colorful clothes, along with this black-chocker thing she always wear. She has short, neck-length straight short hair.  (Casual look:)

Personality:

She has two personas. A facade she used to manipulates others: Kind, supportive, and positive. And then her real self, which so far only Six and Lukman knows: Lazy, vengeful, manipulative, and cold. She loves gossip, and although usually lazy, she will put a lot of effort into works that beneficial/important to her (such as maintaining her face around other operators or learning 'perfect english' before joining Rainbow). 

But, Kirana is loyal and helpful towards people she thinks as her friends. If they're in trouble, you bet Kirana will try to cheer them up or maybe even hurt those who hurt her friends. She can be easily stressed, which surfaced as paranoia and mild anxiety. She also has abandonment issues, but no one know about this.

Due to her upbringings and her job as a spy, she would do anything to obtain important information she ordered to. Like for example, if someone ask her for intercourse in exchange of information, she would do it as long that information is very important and worth the deal (if not, she wouldn't do it and if they lied about it, she would kill them on site). She doesn't believe in and sometimes even disgusted with people in romantic relationship (like dating/engaged/married/etc), especially those who is in relationship with their workmates, but she's down for one night stand and such.

(It's not impossible for her to be in romantic relationship, but it is very hard to tie her in it)

Special Gadget: White Petals - Five small gadgets shaped together to look like jasmine flower. There's two set of this, one that function like Kapkan's gadget: Putting it on the side of a doors/windows/any openings and watch as everyone that walk through it get electrocuted. It's strong electric surge could even renders someone unconscious. Unfortunately, people could just jumped over/crawled under the gadgets to avoid it when it activates. But the gadget itself is very small, so it can be difficult to spot.

The second set of White Petals is a gadgets that works kinda like smoke grenade, usually used by Jasmine when she have to run. When thrown, it filled the entire room with a special, thick smokes that not even drone could see through. Unfortunately, it last only for a couple of seconds.

Short Biography: Born and raised in a family where her parents worked as spies, naturally Jasmine herself was shaped to be one. Claimed to be one of the best spy her country ever had, she never failed to complete her mission in obtaining and gathering information. While her firearms skill is lacking compared to other operators, her skill of espionage, her cunning thinking, and her good self-defense skill prove herself to be a spy to be reckoned with.

Psychological Report: Her facade personality seems to be a defense mechanism she put up to make herself appears benign and easy to communicate with, which what she needed for her job so she would be least suspicious. On rare cases someone's grow suspicious of her, she would be stressed which resort to anxiety and paranoia. Regardless, she doesn't have any issues in engaging in large group of individuals and offers genuine help and advice to people she care about.

3. Angel Real Name: Florence Marie Walanda Tambayong Age: 31 (As of 2019) Organization: Indonesian National Armed Forces (Land) Position: Defender Birthplace: North Minahasa, North Sulawesi, Indonesia Date of Birth: April 29, 1988 Height: 5'7'' (1.70m) Weight: 143 lbs (65kg) Armor: Light Speed: Fast

Appearance: Wearing standard Indonesian Army uniform, also wears crucifix-necklace. In her free time, she usually wears long-sleeves black/gray/white/pink shirts with silly designs (like some Indonesian words or random bootleg characters) or sweaters and capri pants. If she's on duty treating operators in the medical facility, she wears lab coat, surgical mask, and white gloves. Also her skin is darker compared to the other two ops. (Casual look:)

Personality: Brutally honest but also cheerful and friendly. She likes to socialize/interact with everyone, joining any kind of 'fun' activities, and laugh the loudest at jokes that’s not even funny. She cares a lot about her teammates' condition, so much to the fact that if she ever see any kind of injury or sickness, she will 'fix' them. She doesn't care if they refuse her treatment, she WILL treat them with or without their permission.

She's very dedicated and focus on her works. Even if she lose her limbs, as long she's still has consciousness and able to move, she will try her damnest to treat injuries and sickness.  

Special Gadget: Nightingale - A first aid kit she named after a figure she idolizes. Said kit is filled with numerous vitamins, boosters, bandages, medicines, scissors, needles, etc. It's equipped with every medical stuff you can imagine, people wonders how the hell can all that stuffs are stored in it. The gadget itself isn't very special, but Angel's adrenaline rush make her performs medical operations perfectly whenever she uses this kit on someone, so it's more like a mixture of a very-equipped first aid kit and Angel's excellent determination to save lives, just like Florence Nightingale.

In game, this could heals or revives operators to full-health with additional 30 health points. Unfortunately, it can only be used thrice before it ran out.

Short Biography: Her involvement in medical world began at University of Indonesia where she eventually got her medical degree. After that, she worked as a nurse in a local hospital before she joined Indonesian Red Cross Society and eventually served as medical staff in Indonesian Army. With her excellent comprehension of human anatomy, she vowed to erase sickness and pain from everyone.

Psychological Report: With her optimism and carefree attitude, Angel has no trouble making friends in every place she stay. However, trauma about her failure to nurse injured civilians back to health in 2009 Sumatra Earthquake took a toll in her mental state. This resulted in her strong dedication and commitment in her job, which usually would be a good thing to have but it made her force anyone with injuries or sickness, no matter how small it is, to be nursed by her. She doesn't take no for an answer, in fear of her past experiences. It is best for one to approach her in a healthy condition.

Trivia:

- Jasmine studied in Airlangga University and got bachelor's degree in Psychology, Angel studied in University of Indonesia and got (obviously) medical degree, while Beruang studied in military academy.

- Jasmine speaks Japanese to some extent, like she doesn't know proper grammar for each situation (Japanese has different grammars for any situation, like speaking in workplace or towards elders for example) but she can understand and communicate in it. She studied it all by herself, mostly because she's a weeb.

- As said before, Jasmine is a big weeb. She watches a lot of Japanese dramas or animes, also plays a couple of Japanese's mobile games like Fate/Grand Order and Love Live. This is what she mostly do in her free time.

- All of them like spicy food, although Jasmine likes sweet food a little more. As such, if they're cooking a meal you bet it will be spicy as fuck.

- Beruang loves coffee while Jasmine and Angel loves iced tea. Both Beruang and Jasmine doesn't like alcohol, although Jasmine might drink wine or champagne a little, while Angel is open to trying variety of alcohol drinks.

- Jasmine's hobbies includes cooking and gaming, Beruang's hobbies are reading history or watching documentary films, and Angel's hobbies are treating patients and jogging.

- Regarding their sexuality, Beruang is gay (still in the closet, only Jasmine knows). Jasmine's down to have sex with anyone so she’s more of a pansexual, while Angel is straight but dedicates her life to her work so much she doesn't care about romance or sexual activities.

- As said before in his special gadget entry, Beruang is strong. Literally strong, his fist could destroy wood in a second without him putting his gloves on. Although without his gadget, he can't destroy bricks and such (might leave a dent on it though). If angry (which is thankfully unusual), he can't control his power and might break something he hold at the moment.

- As mentioned in his biography, out of various martial arts' learned, Beruang is great at judo and silat. He would use Judo technique the most in a fight, though.

- Beruang thinks of Jasmine as his little sister, while Jasmine thinks of Beruang as either her best friend or a dad. They have close platonic relationship regardless, although Jasmine had a crush on him a while ago (before she knew he's gay).

- While regarding Angel, Jasmine and her dislike each other. Beruang is neutral with Angel, and Angel regards him as a friend.

- Beruang's favorite animals: German shepherd. Jasmine's favorite animal: any cats. Angel's favorite animals: Parrot.

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege oc #r6s oc #siege oc #beruang #jasmine #angel #r6s #everyone in r6 fandom: stop with the tags ho #OK SORRY #also im kinda unoriginal about their special gadget im doijdfojdfoifjof

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FAQ and Guidelines

Alright everyone, its 2019 in the year of the lord Let’s get this thing moving!  If you would like to see your character printed in the first OC zine, this is what you gotta do:

1)  Draw your character!

They need to be drawn full-body at least once, so we can see them in all their glory.  If they have multiple forms/transformations, we would like to see that full-body too, but if you can only fit most of it, that’s fine.  While there is no requirement for poses, we have a few recommendations.

If you have a personality trait you want to emphasize, try showing it in their pose:  Maybe they’re super energetic, they might be jumping with joy, or if they’re not feelin’ it today, they may be slouching.  

One thing to be careful about is not to let the pose hide their features -- like a crybaby character huddled up in the fetal position:  We just can’t see all of them and their design like that.  

THAT SAID:  You can draw them multiple times for the page!  If you want your character curled up, draw a second picture of them!  Or a headshot!  Or 4 headshots with different expressions!  Just do whatever you feel comfortable fitting on the page -- which brings us to

2.  Page size:  

   This zine will most likely be printed on legal-sized paper, which will be folded in half.  Make your canvas size 8.55 in x 7.1 in.  The size of the actual zine will be 8.5x7, but it will be cut by hand, so just add a tiny bit extra to account for that.  Make sure that nothing incredibly important will be cut off by putting anything important on the edge of the page.  

You can fill the background with a solid color, or you can just leave it white.  You can also draw an elaborate background if you want!  Just know that if it includes other characters in the background, they need to stay in the background. your main HAS to stand out from them, no group pics.

3.  Write your character’s name somewhere on the page

If you want, you could write a description or bio as well!  Just try to keep it short.  There is no word count, but make sure your font is big enough to be legible without taking up more than about half the page.  If your character is accepted, but there is an issue with their bio, we will contact you and ask to edit it.

When you’ve completed your character’s page, send it to us through private message, and we will review it!  We can not guarantee that every submission will be accepted for print, because the stapler can only tackle so many pages.  If It Is Not Selected For Print, it will still show up in the digital bootleg.

4.  Add your name (or nickname), age, country/state, and any social media links you want to include, but limit it to 3 links (like, insta, tumblr, and twitter).

FAQ:

When are the things happening!?

We currently do not have a submission deadline, or set date to release the zine, but we are hoping to have it finished by Summer, so cross your fingers and send in a character as soon as you possible can.

Can I submit my OC for (this show/book)?

No fan characters will be accepted.  This zine is to show off original characters that are your brain childs.  Fan characters are great and super fun and can have really creative designs, but there are specific places and other more specific zines to submit them to.  Even Admin Lightning’s main avatar is an Adventure Time OC from 2011.  As much as we would love to see your gem-sona, or cuphead OC in the mix, we feel like fan characters would easily dominate the other OC’s, and we don’t want that. then again,   You COULD change them up a little bit and not tell us that it is a fan character though.  We won’t ask questions.  

What about DnD characters?

This one is acceptable because there is a lot more diversity within the DnD universe than there is in an average show/game.  That said, we know that there are A LOT of them, so we can only accept a limited number.

What about Furry characters?

Furry is a fandom, but it’s not a copyright brand.  Send us your wolves and lions and dragons!

I drew it on paper!  Can I send you a picture?

If you drew it traditionally, please please please scan it. That will keep your original quality and proportions the way you made them.  If you don’t have a scanner, please try to take the best picture possible without shadows, and without blurriness.  If you send us a picture, keep in mind that we may take liberties in editing/color correction to get it to fit with the zine.

Color vs. Black and White?

We want a mix of both!  Do whichever you want.  If it is a pencil sketch, tho, you should know that we’re gonna have to give it more contrast and it may turn out black and white.  If you do submit a pencil sketch and want it to be another color (like, make all the lines blue or something) just let us know.

I suck at drawing, but I have a good character!  Do I have a chance?

Definitely!  We won’t turn you away because you’re a beginner artist- we welcome it!  Just try your best!  We’re measuring on creativity, not skill. If You Have a friend who wants to draw your character and you write the bio, make sure you add both your names.

What if I don’t get accepted?

Everyone will get accepted.  While we can only have a limited number in the physical zine for printing purposes, there will be a digital bootleg containing all the zine submissions! (minus those that are inappropriate)

What is inappropriate?  Are you banning porn like tumblr did?

HECK. NO.  we love artistic porn here we’d LIKE to keep realisitc cocks out of the zine, but whatever.  We will do a vote later if you want the physical zine to be NSFW, but the bootleg will include EVERYTHING.  What we will NOT accept is the following:

Images depicting rape or incest

***overly Sexy kids: If your character is young and sexy, you'd better have a pretty damn good reason for it. A little bit is frowned upon, but potentially still accepted but it depends. Think Of Alois Trancy from black butler. Anything a step farther WILL be banned and likely reported.

Racist portrayals of stereotypes

Any antisemitic propoganda at all.

Any sort of hatred towards LGBTA. 

HATEFUL politics.  Idc what your affiliation is, just be respectful about it. You prolly won't need this anyways.

Can I have multiple submissions?

you can submit several, but we'll only choose one per person, so maybe just choose your favorite. We Will Only use one in the bootleg as well.

What Is The bootleg you keep going on about??

Think Of It As A director's cut. This Will include a PDF with all the submissions, including what we couldn't print.

if I submit a character, will I get a free copy?

no. Most of the people wanting these will be people who contributed. If I made copies for all of them, I wouldn't be able to afford printing.

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Assassins, Thieves and Beggars

Just a collection of OC characters, (not my art though, sadly) and some world building for a story I am writing, about cool assassins and magic and religion and revenge.

0 - THE FOOL

Meaning: The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe.

Upright Card: Beginnings, Spontaneity, Originality, Innocence, Leap of faith

Reversed Card: Naivety, Poor judgement, Folly, Lack of direction, Stupidity, Chaos

Anastasia Allencroft: The daughter of an Arelenian mother and an Isleish father, both of whom themselves came from old and aristocratic family's, it could be easily said that Anastasia was from distinguished stock. She was frequently referred to as an intense young girl by her tutors and friends, and this intensity carried over into adulthood as she grew. She was intelligent and a talented fencer, but suffered from an often poor judgement, and a tendency to take her position of privilege for granted, believing herself exempt from many things simply due to the titles her family had. Her life of refinement and aristocratic leanings came to a close however when her relationship with another woman was made known, and the Inquisitors came to hang her and her lover, Sara Sallwick. Having escaped from the reach of the Church, Anastasia now works as the apprentice to the legendary assassin the Crow, and searching for those who turned her in so that she can enact her revenge. 

I - THE MAGICIAN 

Meaning: When the Magician appears in a spread, it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something.

Upright Card: Determined, Resourceful, Strong powerful man, Dexterity, Skilled

Reversed Card: Deceit, Lack of energy, Communication blocks, Confusion, Ill intentions

“Red” Rudy Dillinger: Red Rudy, as he is commonly known on the streets of Townhill, is a powerful force within the underworld. Though he is officially a union boss and bar owner, he is well known to be much much more than that. A highly profitable extortionist, or Shakedowner, using his position as a union boss to suck money out of businesses and workers alike, he has begun to branch out to other criminal enterprises such as river piracy and bootlegging. Both a powerful ally and dangerous enemy, many of the gangs in the city swear allegiance to him in some way or another, and it is expected that one always pays him a cut of any money they make if they are operating a criminal enterprise on territory considered his. One of the many criminals under his employ is the Crow.

II - THE HIGH PRIESTESS 

Meaning: High Priestess is a card of mystery, stillness and passivity. This card suggests that it is time to retreat and reflect upon the situation and trust your inner instincts to guide you through it. Things around you are not what they appear to be right now.

Upright Card: Spiritual insight, Hidden talents, Intuition, Things yet to be revealed, Mystery

Reversed Card: Secrets, Information withheld, Lack of personal harmony

Mother Mary: Little is known about Mother Mary, other than that she seemed to just appear in the slums one day, that she comes from the colonies, (or so she says) and that she is far older than she appears. No one knows exactly how old she is, but the old folks who were around some 50 odd years ago when she appeared say that she hasn't aged a bit. No one knows much of how she makes her living, other than giving tarot readings to those who are willing to pay, but she still manages to maintain a life in a lavish townhouse that she had specially built in the slums. She is treated with simultaneous fear and exultation, and many have begun to bring offerings of incense and talismans to her as a sign of respect. 

III - THE EMPRESS 

Meaning: The Empress is traditionally associated with maternal influence, it is the card if you are hoping to start a family. She can represent the creation of life, romance, art, or new business.

Upright Card: Pregnancy, Nurturing, Abundance, Maternal care, A new opportunity, Stability

Reversed Card: Financial issues, Stagnation, Domestic problems, Unwanted pregnancy

Coleen Lichter: Colleen has been with the Sallwick family from the very start. She was the first person Mr Sallwick hired when he started to earn money, and is in many respects the true mother of Sara Sallwick considering her mother died in childbirth. As Mr Brennan Sallwick’s fortunes increased and the household staff increased with it, she was able to climb her way up the ranks through simple seniority over everyone. She has served as the wet nurse, maid, tutor, and everything in between, with her now being second practically only to Mr Sallwick himself. Gruff and demanding, she is considered a tough critic, but never once has anyone said she is unfair. She has many beliefs, all of them strong, but she believes strongest of all that everyone is entitled to their own life. Her second strongest belief is to pull oneself up by their bootstraps, something she has trouble passing onto Anastasia now that she has come to stay in the Sallwick household. 

IV - THE EMPEROR

Meaning: This card is suggestive of stability and security in life. You are on top of things and everything in under your control. It is your hard work, discipline and self control that have bought you this far. It means that you are in charge of your life now setting up your own rules and boundaries.

Upright Card: Law and order, Power, Leadership, Father figure, Promotion, Authority

Reversed Card: Loss of authority, Immaturity, Control freak, Lack of discipline, Manipulative friends

Brennan “The Black” Sallwick: A man of honor, but also a man from a criminal background, Brennan Sallwick was the bastard son of a prostitute and originally named Karl Steel. He grew up on the streets of Townhill, living and stealing predominantly on the infamous Bowler Street, before joining the Bowler Street Boys gang. He quickly became an enforcer for the gang, making sure those in their territory paid their dues, and killing those who apposed their rule of the area. He soon found that there was money to be made as a killer, and began selling his skills as an assassin for hire, earning money for some time through murder, until he was run out of town by the Watch Officers. He became a sailor, serving in the merchant marine, as a whaler, and for a stint in the navy, before changing his name. Upon returning to the city, he picked up where he left off as an assassin, and eventually earned enough money to buy a fishing vessel. With the fishing vessel he earned enough money to buy another, and another, and eventually branched out into buying two whaling vessels as well. Simultaneously he was becoming more and more renowned as an assassin, with the wanted posters and people of the city dubbing him “The Crow” for the distinctive mask he wore. He was at the peak of influence a non aristocrat could reach before his daughter was hung up on a lamppost for “knowing another of her sex in an intimate manner,” and though he had arrived to late to save his daughter, he had managed to save his daughter’s lover Anastasia. 

V - THE HIEROPHANT 

Meaning: Hierophant stands for tradition and convention. It can represent marriage in an arranged setup. It can also mean a teacher or counselor who will help in learning / education of the querent.

Upright Card: Seeking counsel or advice, Marriage, Tradition, Religion, Learning, Spiritual guidance, Education

Reversed Card: Breakdown, Rejection of family values, Abuse of position, Poor counsel

Father Noah Lasseter: Noah Lasseter managed to earn his unsavory position of Parish Priest to the Docks District (more colloquially known as Slum City) by being loudmouthed and brazenly against the grain while learning the trade of priest at the Hiller Mouth Monastery. Though deeply religious, he has developed a strong opinion on how the Church practices their worship of the All Father, believing that most Church authorities focus far to much on the “Judge the Wicked” aspect rather than the “Defend the Meek” aspect. And though he does believe that Judge the Wicked has its place, he instead chooses to interpret the Commandments much more literally as directions to creating peaceful and safe communities, rather than judging all who are different as monsters who threaten that community. This rebellious and outspoken attitude earned him the ire of many of his colleagues, who placed him in what many saw as the worst district, far from the aristocrats and business owners who’s donations could fill the coffers of the church. But, the Docks District was exactly the kind of place that a man like Father Noah was needed, where his accepting attitude made him popular among the so called “deviants” who had been banished to the slums. And it just so happened that his church was the childhood place of worship for one Brennan “The Black” Sallwick.

VI - THE LOVERS

Meaning: The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor(ette)'s lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gained (or vice versa), or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting.

Upright Card: Falling in love, Commitment, Choices, Being at a crossroads, Partnerships

Reversed Card: Separation, Infidelity, Relationship issues, Broken relationship

Anastasia Allencroft, Sara Sallwick: Anastasia Allencroft, rightful heiress to the Allencroft titles, and Sara Sallwick, heiress to the Sallwick fortune and fleets, met by chance at a party as their respective dancing partners were friends. They were fast friends, and quickly more than friends, with each simultaneously experiencing their first love and experiencing true fear all at once. They knew that the feelings they felt were against Church teachings, and that if anyone knew of their relationship they would be tried for Sexual Degeneracy and hanged. But no matter how many times they tried to break off the relationship, they kept finding themselves returning to one another, and began to make plans on how they could remain with one another forever if possible. They could never be married, but they could find a way to make it work. But of course, nothing lasts forever,and the Inquisitors put an end to their relationship. 

VII - THE CHARIOT

Meaning: The Chariot is a card about overcoming conflicts and moving forward in a positive direction. One needs to keep going on and through sheer hard work and commitment he will be victorious.

Upright Card: Overcoming obstacles, Will power, Drive, A journey, Confidence, Ambition

Reversed Card: Scattered energy, Lack of direction, Self doubt

Fisher Watcher: The Fisher Watcher is a colloquial name for a type of eel that lives in the waters surrounding the Isles and the northern coasts of Eropa. They are peaceful creatures, and are known for coming to the surface of the water to watch fishers, and consequently scaring away all the fish. For a long time, before humans fully learned how to navigate the oceans safely, they were believed to be dangerous sea monsters, but as humans spread onto the waves this proved to be false, and now they are seen as omens of peace and good luck. 

VIII - STRENGTH 

Meaning: Strength predicts the triumphant conclusion to a major life problem, situation or temptation through strength of character. It is a very happy card if you are fighting illness or recovering from injury.

Upright Card: Virility, Inner strength, Potency, Vitality, Confidence, Self-belief, Enjoying power

Reversed Card: Hedonism, Self-doubt, Lacking courage, Lack of self-control, Vanity

Townhill: Townhill has been the most important city in the Isles since humans first began to settle into permanent settlements and towns. Its location on the ocean makes it ideal for trade, and the multiple peaks and hills that rise in the north make it an easily defensible city. It quickly rose to prominence as a major trading hub and fishing town, and after King Tyrus Willun of Mournly conquered the rest of the Isles and became the first Emperor, he named it the capitol. It has seen many riots, multiple outbreaks of Blood Cough, a coup, a revolutionary army, and uncountable small tragedies and triumphs. And yet still it stands, proud and strong as a mountain. 

IX - THE HERMIT

Meaning: The Hermit suggests that you are in a phase of introspection where you are drawing your attention inwards and looking for answers within. You are in need of a period of inner reflection, away from the current demands of your position.

Upright Card: Soul-searching, Introspection, Solitude, Withdrawn from society, Meditation, Self-reflection

Reversed Card: Misfit, Withdrawing from loved ones, Exile, Sadness, Loneliness

Keeper Thomas Leolid: Thomas Leolid has grown up in the Hiller Forest, coming from a family of Keepers going back generations. He is young for the job, having had the position thrust on him rather suddenly when both his father and eldest brother died of Blood Cough, but goes about his work diligently and with care. He is a believer in the holy nature of the forest, and is proud to tell the monks and students at the Hiller Mouth Monastery that his sector of the forest is the most beautiful and well cared for. He was not to popular however due to his age as compared to the other Keepers, and due to the fact that he was one of the few who considered Noah Lasseter a friend and worthy Parish Priest, with them both of the sharing similar interpretations of the Commandments. 

X - WHEEL OF FORTUNE

Meaning: A common aspect to most interpretations of this card within a reading is to introduce an element of change in the querent's life, such change being in station, position or fortune: such as the rich becoming poor, or the poor becoming rich.

Upright Card: Changes, Opportunity, Luck, Destiny, Winning, Chance

Reversed Card: Mishap, Unforeseen setback, Bad luck, Misfortune, Disappointment

Hemena of Fortunes and Fate: Hemena is a caretaker of Fate and one of the chief spirits who watches over the Aether, watching how it affects peoples fortunes. She is one of the first humans, who upon death was allowed to continue living by the Stranger, but only in exchange for constantly monitoring the fortunes and fates, never being able to truly enjoy life’s wonders as she could when she was alive. She is seen as a sad figure, the first soul to fall victim to the Strangers tricks, but also as a matronly figure of sorts, helping humanity continue onward’s. 

XI - JUSTICE

Meaning: The Justice card indicates that the fairest decision will be made. Justice is the sword that cuts through a situation, and will not be swayed by outer beauty when deciding what is fair and just.

Upright Card: Fairness, Justice, Cause and effect, Balance and equilibrium, Responsibility

Reversed Card: Lack of accountability, Unfair treatment, Dishonesty, Legal flaws, Imbalance

The Wardens: The Warden’s are a branch of law enforcement similar to a sheriff. They are elected officials, and can come from many walks of life, though they are typically either soldiers of Watch Officers before hand. There are many Wardens throughout the city, with each having their own jurisdiction to watch over. Unlike sheriff’s, and especially unlike regular Watch Officers, the Wardens are given much more free reign in how they go about their duties, and have far fewer regulations holding them back. Other than their jacket, they are required to equip themselves, choose who they work with, (or not even work with others at all) and are considered by many to be above the law, and are tasked with preserving law and order through any means necessary. In terms of legal authority, they are one step below a Justice of Peace and Law. Though it is preferred and requested of the Wardens that they take in the criminals they encounter alive, most interactions are left up to the Wardens discretion, and if they say the person they were after deserved to die, it is generally accepted. 

XII - THE HANGED MAN

Meaning: The Hanged Man is the card that suggests ultimate surrender, sacrifice, or being suspended in time.

Upright Card:  Letting go, Breaking old patterns, Circumspection, Suspension, Metamorphosis

Reversed Card: Missing an opportunity, Inability to change, Egotism

The Stranger: The Stranger is a mysterious, nebulous, and controversial figure in the universe. Some believe he is the All Father, master of the universe. Others believe that he is an opposite of the All Father, a tricky and dangerous figure opposed to the All Father’s teachings. But, no matter what he is, it is believed that he is a necessary evil, as he is the ultimate authority in the Empty, the place between worlds, and that he is the keeper of the Aether along with the spirits who he has tricked into their positions. It is not actually known if the Stranger even has a gender, but he has always been called male due to the fact that he typically appears to mortals as a dapper man of the aristocracy. 

XIII - DEATH

Meaning: Unlikely that this card actually represents a physical death. Typically it implies an end, possibly of a relationship or interest, and therefore implies an increased sense of self-awareness.

Upright Card: Endings, Severe illness, Profound change, Letting go of attachments, Failure, Mortality

Reversed Card: Living unaware, Depression, Long terminal illness, Resistance to change, Delayed endings

Tim Killington: A young man and general low life, also under the employ of Red Rudy, he often acts as an informant and spy, helping the Crow get an understanding of the residency’s or places of business his targets are staying at. Tim grew up with his brother Ben as a street urchin, and began working as a message boy for the various criminals in the Docks District to make money. He little by little worked his way up in position, eventually giving out information he had collected in his travels around the district. . . for the right price of course. He is rather cocky and laid back, and smokes enough to choke a horse. Despite his persistently cheery and somewhat egotistical attitude, it cant be denied that he has the dirt on just about anyone, and if he doesn't he can get it. Due to his awareness of things going on around him, he has been instrumental in the rise and fall of many crime lords and gangsters over the past 15 or so years. 

XIV - TEMPERANCE

Meaning: This card indicates that you should learn to bring about balance, patience and moderation in your life. You should take the middle road, avoiding extremes and maintain a sense of calm.

Upright Card: Connecting with your guides, Balance, Moderation, Harmony, Alchemy, Looking for divine intervention

Reversed Card: Disharmony, Imbalance, Onset of illness, Lack of patience

Ben Killington: The much more dour younger brother of Tim Killington. Like his brother, he grew up as a street urchin, but made his way by becoming a thief, a career choice that continues on now into his early adulthood. Though technically under the employ of Red Rudy, (and he does indeed kick up to the crime boss,) he is rather indifferent to the politics of the underworld he inhabits, simply trying to make a living and doing what he has to do to survive. 

XV - THE DEVIL

Meaning: It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters.

Upright Card: Temptation, Unhealthy relationships, Enslavement, Materialism, Bondage, Fear, Feeling trapped

Reversed Card: Freedom from restraints, Breaking from addictions, Divorce

Carver: Carver is an assassin of similar reputation and skill as the infamous Crow. Not much is known about him, other than that he frequently kills those who are considered enemies of the Church, leading many to believe that he is under their employ. Though no one knows who he really is, most believe that he is in some way indebted to or otherwise stuck under the control of the Church, and is being forced to do their bidding.

XVI - THE TOWER 

Meaning:  The Tower is commonly interpreted as meaning danger, crisis, destruction, and liberation. It is associated with sudden unforseen change.

Upright Card: Unexpected change, Renovation, Catastrophe, Destruction, Accident or damage

Reversed Card: Obstacles, Volatile situation, Losses, Illness

The Attack On Allencroft Manor: With the discovery of the relationship between Anastasia Allencroft and Sara Sallwick came the Inquisitors, the ultimate authority on the laws and commandments of the Church. While the Isles has no official religion, there are a series of laws that state that Church business and law may be upheld by agents of the Church, but that the government will give no aid in these endeavors. Over time however, these laws have been questioned more and more due to the increasingly belligerent and violent tactics employed by the Church. The Inquisitors struck during a dinner party, in which both Anastasia and Sara were in attendance. They were initially turned away by a servant at the door, after which they returned with guns and fire bombs,forcing their way into the building and killing two servants who tried to stop them. The party was sent frightened into the night, Lord Allencroft was shot and killed, and Sara Sallwick was hung from the rafters. When Brennan Sallwick arrived, under the guise of the Crow, to save his daughter, he instead only managed to make it out with his daughters lover. In vengeance, the Inquisitors burned the house to the ground. But, their actions only soured the public opinions of them even further. After all, if even aristocrats weren't safe from the Churches power, who was?

XVII - THE STAR

Meaning:  When the Star card appears, you are likely to find yourself feeling inspired. It brings renewed hope and faith and a sense that you are truly blessed by the universe at this time.

Upright Card: Good health, Opportunities, Spirituality, Astronomy, Inspiration, Hope

Reversed Card: Despair, Missed opportunities, Disappointments, Illness

Mirel The Muse: Mirel the Muse is of unknown origin, but there are some theory's as to how he came to be. The most common belief is that Mirel is the spirit of a dead saint, who was fond of art and music. To be able to continue playing and creating his art forever, Mirel made a deal with the Stranger that if he became the Muse, spirit of all art and creation, that he could continue to play forever. But, as in all deals made with the Stranger, there was a catch, and Mirel found himself a slave of a single alleyway where he could no longer go out and see the things that inspired him. Now all the music he plays is filled with despair. 

XVIII - THE MOON

Meaning: The Moon is a card of illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Upright Card: Difficult period, Insecurity, Mental confusion, Deception, Hidden things, Fear

Reversed Card: Unhappiness, Release of fear, Insomnia, Unusual dreams, Mysteries unveiled

Corlina of Secrets: Corlina was once a priest, who used his position to manipulate people into paying large sums of money to the church, which he then pocketed himself. When he died, he carried this secret with him, and his guilt prevented from ever being able to rest peacefully, or ever pass on. Stuck forever in the Aether, the Stranger offered a deal, keep the secrets of the world, and walk the Earth once more. But, the deal was skewed, the secrets of the world weighed heavily on the shoulders of Corlina, who was stuck with unceasing guilt and no release for all eternity. 

XIX - THE SUN

Meaning:The card portends good fortune, happiness, joy and harmony. It represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement into something greater.

Upright Card: Joy, Enlightenment, Material happiness, Marriage, Success, Vitality

Reversed Card: False impressions, Lack of clarity, Low Vitality, Sadness

The Empire of the Twelve Isles and All Her Colonies: No matter what small tragedies and personal conflict occur in the Empire, it is a large nation, and marches ever onward. The philosophers and scientists always discover new things, beautiful art is produced in the cities. The oil from the northern isles fuels the vast fleets of fishing boats and whaling ships. The Imperial Navy keeps enemies from the shores. Coffee and fruit from the colonies feed millions. 

XX - JUDGEMENT

Meaning: This card is referred to as a time of resurrection and awakening, a time when a period of our life comes to an absolute end making way for dynamic new beginnings.

Upright Card: Decision making, Transition, Renewal, Redemption, Awakening, Reincarnation

Reversed Card: Stagnation, Self-doubt, Poor logic, Poor or hasty judgement

The Inquisitors: The defenders of the Church, the judgement of sinners, the destroyers of heretics. The Inquisitors are many things, most of them frightening to the average citizen of the Empire. To normal people, the Inquisitors represent powerful forces beyond their control making decisions about their lives. They were not always this way however, and originated as knights who would wander the land killing monsters, or protecting monasteries from raiders. But over time, as the raiders were eclipsed by standing armies and the monsters were eradicated from the world, they became the militant arm of the church, dedicated to seeking out and destroying anything deemed heretical. 

XXI - THE WORLD

Meaning: The World represents an ending to a cycle of life, a pause in life before the next big cycle beginning with the fool. It is an indicator of a major and inexorable change, of tectonic breadth.

Upright Card: Successful conclusions, Possibilities, Fulfillment, Achievement

Reversed Card: Delayed success, Lack of completion, Stagnation, Failed plans

The World: No matter what we do, the world turns and turns, indifferent to our existence. The Empty shows what we truly are, the Aether spews its magic, and spirits roam the ground and sea alike. All will be well, given enough time.

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[steph-infection]

fanfic collab with @queenevaine , heavily based on our roleplays with my trapper and her OC Zeka as well as my interpretation of David King!

The trial wasn’t going well. Dwight had already been sacrificed, and Nea was well on her way to it. She had already cheated the death of the monster they had dubbed the entity twice now, but as the saying goes ‘fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, fool me thrice your very soul gets devoured by an immortal eldritch being from beyond our plane of existence.’ At least that’s how David remembered it going.

Nea’s loud anguished screams made him jolt, nearly causing the generator he was working on to spark and alert the Trapper to his position. He hadn’t been impaled through the shoulder yet this time, and he hoped to keep it just. Though he considered himself the strongest in the group as he was sure many others did as well, every time he was sent to a trial his scar on his left eye re-freshened itself, putting him in enough pain to be sent sprawling to the ground once one of the beasts struck him. It didn’t used to be like that, he used to be able to stomach two hits without relying the adrenaline rush that pulling a teammate free always gave, but the entity had not liked his way of playing its game, so it made him weaker. Still he did the things that the entity didn’t approve of, but now he was much less successful.

Caught up in his own thoughts, he hadn’t been paying all to great attention and didn’t see the other survivor crouch to the generator, visibly shaken and terrified. He hadn’t seen her at all this time, which was a feat in and of itself. It’s one thing to hide from a killer, but him and his fellow survivors always seemed to have some sort of unique situational awareness. He stopped making the bootlegged repairs on the generator for a moment to greet her.

“Oi, Zee, ‘owv’e ya been? ‘Aven’t seen ye yet this time ‘roun. Trap got yer tongue?” He grinned, poorly imitating the sound the bear traps made using his own teeth.  Zeka was keenly aware of David getting close, attempting a small smile despite her terror.  

“I've been doing good, trying hard to stay hidden.”  She swallowed, tensing as David mimicked the sound of the trap.

He gave a smile. He had known what happened to her in her personal punishment trial, though she hadn’t told him who did it. Already a few times in this trial alone he had set off traps purposefully to both disarm them for a while and to play jokes on his friends. His sense of humor was something of an irritant 10-year-old, and though he may act as if he doesn’t care his past performances would say otherwise. Had he known it was the trapper that had tore off Zeka’s arm not too long ago, things would be different right now.

Instead, he continued to grin slyly, as he struck two fuses together and make a mock explosion sound as he made himself jump up straight, and began chuckling, though the scream that came from Zeka was very real and definitely loud.

He should’ve guessed this would happen, seeing as how on-edge she was, but it was too late now.

“Fokin’ ‘ell, arigh’ let’s get a move on, ‘en don’t want th’ big pork rind on us now, cannae stay here.” He reached around and took Zeka’s hand, and tried guiding her away.

“R-Right, sorry.”  She held David's hand tightly, allowing him to guide her away from the generator.

The scream could be heard from a mile away. He knew that scream. He had heard it before, and there was no mistaking it. That scream belonged to the little bitch that stuck him back with Archie. He had waited for his next proper trial with her, because here was so much more satisfying to kill, especially if you have something against the person you’re killing. “Listen for her, Evan. You can hear her, I can tell you where she is, do as I say” Archie’s voice rang through his head. For once, he agreed with the old man.

He followed the scream to a generator, which in turn lead to the deep red scratches littering the walls and dirt of the place. Tell-tale signs of the people he was hunting.

“Find them, kill them, the boy is mine the girl is yours”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist that Archie was either a direct servant for the entity now somehow, or the entity was using whatever strange powers it has to mimic his voice. That didn’t matter right now though, what does matter is that the boss is letting him kill that skank himself.

He cracked his neck and looked for the scratch marks once again, all while listening to Archie’s guiding words.

“‘Ow th’ fok’s he know we’re still ‘ere? Somfin’ ain’t right wit’ dis. We gotta piss off, let’s go.” David took Zeka’s hand again, which by this point was trembling with the rest of her. He had never seen her so worked up before. Just all the more reason for them both to get the fuck away from this hulking beast of a man.

Zeka nodded twice, falling silent as she followed David.

“The rocks, Evan” He turned to his left and saw two dark figures slinking away. He gave a twisted grin from underneath his mask and quickly gave chase to the two.

“Found you.” He said dryly as he sunk his cleaver into the right shoulder of the girl he deemed responsible for his newest misfortune.

“I told you-you're not surviving anymore.” Each agitated syllable spat forth blood from his mask, almost looking as if the mask itself was bleeding.  

Zeka screamed in pain as the cleaver dug into her shoulder, letting go of David’s hand and spinning around to backpedal away from the threat.  She opened her mouth to speak, but she was wide-eyed with fear.

David shot up from his crouched position the instant Zeka’s grip loosened and she screamed out, and without a moment’s notice, he launched himself at the killer, headbutting him in the gut and wrapping his arms around him in a grapple.

“Move it, Zee! Get th’ fok out!”

Zeka stared for just a second, barely nodding at David’s words and turning to sprint away, as long as it was away from the Trapper.

Evan gave out a furious grunt as the man tackled him. He was hardly in the mood for this pest’s bullshit.

“Get off.” He growled, elbowing him in the spine.

David gave a wail of pain as he fell to the floor, expecting to be picked up and carried to a hook, but instead, it seemed the Trapper was making a B-Line for Zeka. As he worked up the strength to get himself upright, he put two and two together. He’s the one that ripped her arm off, and she deafened that thing in one ear. No wonder it’s so pissed. But that wasn’t any good reason to single her out. He righted himself, tears flowing from his face as the pain from both his spine and eye shot into the front of his mind, and began to chase after the Trapper and Zeka.

“Leave her, go back for the boy Evan.”

“Fuck off, Archie!” He practically shouted as he followed the trail of blood and cries of pain. “I’m gonna find you, and when I do this trap is going right through your fucking skull, you witch!” He turned a corner and saw, behind a small pile of tires, Zeka, huddled in between the tires and a wall.

Zeka had to keep herself from outright sobbing; she knew the world of pain she was going to experience at Evan’s hands.  She bit her lip when she heard him yelling for her, shaking as she hid.  When he found her, she couldn’t help the scream as she ran.  

“PLEASE, NO!”

That shout could be heard from anywhere, David was sure of that. He hadn’t heard the killers talk much, and now he wished it had stayed that way. The Trapper’s voice is absolutely terrifying, but it gave away where he was. And as if that wasn’t enough, as he ran toward the source of the man’s shout he heard Zeka. He bolted to intercept the two, and upon reaching them as Evan was about to swing his cleaver down on to of Zeka he rammed his shoulder full force into the Trapper’s abdomen.

“Fok off ye’ lazy piece o shite!” He shouted as the Trapper stumbled, losing his balance momentarily and being forced to re-focus on David. “Go! Fix thos’ damned generators ‘n get th’ hell out!” He may be an asshole most of the time, but he always kept his word, and he promised Zeka he’d do everything in his power to not let anything like what happened to her happen again.

Zeka didn’t hesitate this time, taking off in a sprint in a random direction, so long as it was away from the Trapper and towards a generator.  Her breaths were loud and shaky, eyes clouded by tears.  Regardless, she ran as fast as she could to do as David told her.  

This kid was starting to get on Evan’s nerves. How the hell did he manage to get back up after that crack to the back?

“Fuck OFF asshole!” Evan shouted as he tried to grab David and throw him off but was surprised and highly annoyed when David ducked under the swipe and knocked Evan’s legs from under him with the sudden shift of position.

“You’re making a fool of yourself, Evan, kill him NOW!”

He screamed in anguish as Archie belittled him once again, and promptly stood. This punk needed to die or he wasn’t going to get to kill the girl.

David had started to run the instant the Trapper had fallen, but that man, if you could still call him that, was relentless. As soon as David had made it barely a few meters away from the Trapper, he was already on his feet and giving chase to him.

‘Please fer th’ lov’ a all that’s still good in this hell, please be doin’ a fuckin’ generator.’ He thought to himself as he ran toward the nearest pallet, throwing it down without any forethought. He heard the plywood crunching and snapping beneath the Trapper’s massive heel, but needed to stop running. That dodge had exhausted him, and he couldn’t keep running like this. He needed to hide.

“Find him, and claim your prize” Archie’s words kept ringing through Evan’s head like some sick mantra. He knew he was close, but the saltlick barely made a sound and somehow didn’t even bleed.

“Where are ya, you low-life drunk piece of shit?” He growled out under his breath, and out of the corner of his eye saw the unmistakable red door of one of the many lockers littered throughout these realms.

He couldn’t help but scream as the door to his not-so-safe haven was thrown open and he came face to face with the Trapper. Hopefully, he bought her enough time to finish that last generator, or this would all be for nothing. He took a sharp inhale as the Trapper reached for him, and in a last act of self-preservation he launched his right fist into the beast’s sternum. He could smell and practically feel the air as it got knocked out of the monstrous man. It smelled like sulfur.

It didn’t take Evan long to regain his breath after the unexpected wallop, and the only thing that this man had succeeded in was making him more pissed than he already was. He simply let out a deep, guttural growl as he cut his cleaver into the shoulder of the man, his screams drowning out the satisfied praises of Archie MacMillan, and swiftly lobbied him to a sacrificial hook. The entity had begun to materialize already, and any moment would strike him down.

He didn’t bother staying to watch, he’d seen it before and he had other much more important matters to attend to. He began walking toward the aura of a generator nearby where he last saw Zeka as David cried out in pain.

Zeka had made good progress on the generator before David was on a hook.  She bit her lip hard, getting off of the generator and sneaking away.  Her shoulder was still bleeding, but she kept her hand on her noisemaker in case she needed to use it.  She looked over her shoulder constantly, then around to the area as she got closer and closer to the hook David was on.  

He saw her aura as she crept closer to him. ‘Goddammit, zee!’ He thought as he gave a frustrated sigh. The Trapper wasn’t terribly close at the moment, but he was close enough to make him nervous on behalf of the other.

“Go away! Fix th’ fuckin’ gens” He whispered harshly to her as he struggled against the Entity’s thorny appendage. His arms were feeling weaker every passing second, but he needed to buy more time for Zeka.

She took a quick look around, rushing out to lift David off the hook quickly.  

“I-I know, I’m sorry, I-I just… I can’t leave you like this.”  

She looked like she was two seconds away from crying, giving a quick and nervous look around before sneaking off to hide from the Trapper who would surely be on his way.  

He grumbled in protest as she freed him from the hook, but didn’t resist. At least he could make sure she’d get out of here better now.

“Either go finish that gen, or find that fuckin’ door in th’ dirt an’ get runnin’ when it opens. ‘N amnae takin’ no fer an answer, Zee.” He stood, and ran directly toward where he saw the trapper move to while he was on that awful string of metal.

Archie was spouting more nonsense into his ear than Evan could handle, but when David got off that hook he snapped back to being an objective driven asshole.

“He’s getting away Evan, don’t fail me.” Evan growled as he begrudgingly made his way back to the location of the hook, but a noise caught his attention. ‘Who the fuck is setting off my traps?’

He was disarming as many bear traps as he could find, hoping to draw the Trapper to him so Zeka could escape. ‘Cmon, you’re gonna get outa this ‘un, Zee, ‘f’it’s th’ last thing I do’ He was so busy looking in the grass for traps that he hadn’t been paying attention to the choke points of the labyrinths, and let out a blood-curdling wail as he Stepped into a trap, and he could already hear the Trapper’s ever-nearing heartbeat closing in on him.

Zeka had snuck back to the generator, focusing her attention on it.  She hated the idea of leaving David to die, but she couldn’t exactly argue with him.  She took deep breaths as she worked, trying to calm herself as she worked.  She looked up when she heard David scream again, biting down on her lip again as she neared the generator’s completion.  It powered up as the heartbeat closed in on David, and Zeka knew she had to start sneaking off to either a gate or the hatch.  

Evan grimaced as the last generator turned on. She was going to escape, all because this prick wouldn’t fuck off and die. He swiftly approached the trap David was struggling to free himself from, and ripped him out of the clamped jaws, tearing large portions of the scrapper’s legs in the process.

“You won’t be here every time, asshole. When you slip up, I’m killing that bitch and you can’t do shit about it. And after that, you’re next.” His gruff and gravelly voice running deep into David’s ears as Evan took him to meat hook he was on not too long ago.

Too tired to struggle, David accepted his fate as the hook came down on him and the Entity dug its claws into his chest. ‘She better fokin’ live’ he thought, as he blacked out into the nothingness that always came before he woke up at the campfire.

Zeka had already bit so much into her lip that it was starting to bleed, creeping around and listening carefully.  She heard the breeze from the hatch, getting up to run and jump through it regardless if her heart was beating or not.  She descended into the darkness, running without stop until she broke from the treeline to the campfire.  She nearly stopped in place, shoulders slumping from a tension she didn’t even realize she had.  

Now tears freely streamed down her face, and her legs gave out underneath her.  She fell forward, holding herself up by her forearms.  She quietly sobbed, shaking horribly as every reality of the last trial crashed down on her.  

The praise of Archie did nothing for Evan’s nerves as he walked out of the trial and back to the shack he convened at. Disappointed, but not overly upset, he sat down on a nearby log. At least the Entity wouldn’t be punishing him for his performance.

When David finally came-to at the fire, he did what he always did after he died. He pulled out his flask of scotch and took a large swig from it. Sadly this routine was all too normal for him, he nearly died every trial. The other survivors call it a death wish but the truth was he’d rather die for his friends than die beside them.

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