#oc post

[eyes-that-decieve]

Amelie walks into Styx's shop with Marione next to them. They look around, trying to find Styx, looking both distracted and impatient.

*Styx appears from the back of the cafe almost right after they enter, glancing from amelie to marione, who waves*

"Uh, hello! This is marione, correct? What brings you guys here?"

#tma rp #tma oc #oc rp #oc post #tma #the magnus archives #oc ask blog #oc: styx #oc: marione

[phidica]

#OC post #Abusing Photoshop #I know this meme is old and overdone now but please this idea was SO funny to me and it came out just how I needed it to #Blazed

[aeriona]

The evolution of my beloved reptilian son who is nearly 4 years old (the earliest drawings of him are entirely on paper and are of dubious quality).

Fun fact: he used to have a mess of tentacles instead of a tail, but it was really annoying to draw so i got rid of them pretty early on. I’m pretty sure this is the oldest digital artworks i have of him, this one’s from January 2022. Pretty crazy difference for only 2-ish years!

#Fane is the oldest OC that I have surviving drawings of lol #4 years isn’t that long but still #My art #oc art #creature design #oc post #creature #creature art #digital art #artists on tumblr

[interposting]

This is so cute but I can't get over calling their fans "interpudlians" like girl what

#what happened to interpals....... #interpol #the big house #paul banks #daniel kessler #sam fogarino #oc post #interposting

[gcthvile]

A shoulder to lean on

Pairing: Rei Stark x Peter Parker

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: When Rei Stark loses his beloved mother to illness, he shuts down completely - withdrawing from school, friends, and the outside world. Tormented by his grief and loss, Rei walls himself off behind closed doors, shutting even his best friend Peter Parker out of his spiral into despair.

warnings: none

When his mother first fell ill, Rei threw himself into finding a cure. He spent every waking moment in the lab, searching for anything that could help her. But as her condition deteriorated, so did his hope.

The day she slipped away was the day everything went dark. Rei stumbled home in a daze, collapsing at her bedside. He didn't move for hours, even as the medics came to take her away. His world had ended.

In the following days, FRIDAY tried to get him to eat, sleep, see others—to take care of himself. But Rei was non-responsive. He just sat numbed by grief, replying only in monosyllables.

When Peter came by that first week, worried but wanting to comfort his friend, all FRIDAY would say was that Rei wasn't accepting visitors. Peter left dejected, anxiety growing by the day with no word from Rei.

The weeks dragged on and Rei faded further. He stopped leaving his room, stopped going to classes or returning calls and texts. His father stopped by in between missions, but Rei barely acknowledged him. Numbness was his only escape from the unrelenting pain.

Tony entered Rei's darkened room without knocking, concern etched on his face. "Rei, we need to talk."

Rei didn't look up from where he sat huddled in the corner. "Go away," he muttered.

But Tony stood firm. "I can't do that, kid. It's been over a month and you're not getting any better. You have to start taking care of yourself."

"What's the point?" said Rei flatly. "Nothing matters anymore."

Tony's voice rose in frustration. "Of course it matters! Your life matters, your future - do you think your mother would want to see you wasting away like this?"

Rei flinched at the mention of his mother but still didn't look up. "Don't pretend you understand. You never loved anyone like I loved her."

"Maybe not," snapped Tony. "But I'm your father and it's killing me to see you doing this to yourself! If you don't start eating, sleeping, acting like a human again, I'll have no choice but to commit you for treatment."

That got Rei's attention. His head shot up, eyes blazing with anger through his grief. "You can't do that!"

"I can and I will if it saves your life!" countered Tony. "You're not the only one who lost her, Rei. Please, just let me help you." His voice cracked with emotion.

Rei hesitated, some of the fight draining from him at the raw concern in his father's eyes. Slowly, he nodded. "Okay. I'll...I'll try. For you." Tony sagged in relief. "Thank you. It's a start." Rei knew he had to pull himself back to functioning, even just for appearances. But internally, he still felt hollow. Going through the motions of school brought him no relief or joy.

Seeing Peter's familiar face in the crowd was almost too much. Guilt weighed on him for worrying his friend for so long with no contact. Yet he never dared to approach.

The walk through the halls to class was agonizing. Rei felt every eye on him as whispers and stares followed in his wake. He hunched into himself, hoping to disappear while also wishing for a reason to lash out.

Inside the classroom was even worse. All the familiar faces looked at him with shared sadness and unasked questions. He could practically hear their thoughts: Was he okay? What happened? How could they help?

But no one dared approach, sensing his fragile state. Good—he wasn't ready for their pity or platitudes yet. Just being there amongst them all felt oppressive, reminding him of the life he had before...before.

Rei took his seat and stared numbly at his desk, tuning out the review lecture he'd already long since learned. His gaze drifted unseeing as vacant memories played on repeat in his head: lazy afternoons in the lab with his mom, her laugh, the way her eyes would crinkle at the corners...

A sting started behind his eyes but he blinked it back furiously. No more tears—he was done with that. From then on it was just...nothing. Blessed numbness to get him through each endless day.

When the bell finally freed him, Rei rushed from the room, wanting only to be alone. To escape back into the dark sanctuary of his mind where he didn't have to feel anything anymore.

In the empty corridor, Peter stood firm, hands on his hips as Rei tried to brush past.

"Oh no you don't," said Peter fiercely. "You're not avoiding this anymore. What's going on with you?"

Rei kept walking. "Nothing. Leave me alone."

Peter grabbed his arm, spinning him around. "That's bullshit and you know it! You disappear for over a month without a word and then show up looking like a corpse? Tell me what's wrong, Rei."

Rei wrenched his arm free. "It's none of your business!"

"The hell it isn't!" cried Peter. "I care about you, you idiot! I've been worried sick!"

"Well don't bother," snapped Rei. "No one can help me, okay? Just stay out of it!"

"Not a chance," growled Peter. "Not until you talk to me. You're my best friend - please, let me in."

His voice cracked with frustration and concern, eyes begging Rei to drop his walls. Rei faltered under that earnest gaze, feeling his resolve crumble, but all he could do was snap at his friend at the moment, "It's my mom, okay?! She died, Peter. She fucking died. And I couldn't save her." Rei's voice broke on the last words as fresh tears rose.

Instantly Peter's anger dissolved into sympathy. "Oh Rei, I'm so sorry." He pulled the other boy into a hug as Rei finally lost the battle and began to sob.

He held Rei tight, letting him grieve. "You don't have to do this alone," he murmured. "I'm here for you, always."

Rei gripped the back of Peter's shirt tightly as he cried, weeks of pent up grief pouring out of him. It felt like he was drowning in sorrow, but Peter's solid presence kept him tethered.

When the sobs finally subsided, Rei pulled back just enough to wipe his damp cheeks. Peter's hands moved to rub comforting circles on his back.

"I'm sorry," Rei mumbled, raw from emotion. "For....For shutting you out or whatever."

Peter chuckled softly and shook his head. "Don't apologize. I get why you did it, but that's over now, okay? No more shutting me out."

Rei nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He felt strangely lighter now that Peter knew his burden. But the memory of his loss was still fresh.

As if sensing his need for distraction, Peter took his hand gently. "Come on, let's go get some fresh air. Think you can handle the rest of the day?"

Rei hesitated, then nodded again. With Peter by his side, maybe facing the world wouldn't be so hard.

They walked in companionable silence, hands clasped tight between them. For the first time in weeks, rays of hope broke through Rei's storm clouds. He wasn't alone—and with Peter's support, maybe he could learn to heal.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

@jackiequick @mallowbee4 @blueboirick @meiramel @missstrawbs2001 @gaminggirlsstuff

#oc post #oc rp #oc rpg #marvel #marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel x oc #rei stark #rei stark x peter parker

[cow-stealin-gal]

An attempt to rekindle my pixel art skills.

Blorbo base.

I will reblog this using my alt blog, @a-ladyman-in-waiting

#pixel artwork #pixel art #piskel #madeline rivera oc #dragon girl #oc post

[the-tiniest-demigod]

i love you recolor ocs. i love you kinsonas. i love you overpowered self-inserts. i love you mary sues. i love you lost/forgotten family member ocs. i love you ocs with novels worth of lore, i love you ocs with little to no lore. i love you ocs with any kind of trope or trait considered "cringy". you are not cringy to me.

#*when i say recolor i mean recolors or canon characters #ocs #oc post #cringe culture is dead

[thefoxinyourforest]

I already sent this to one of my favourite cod writers but still!! My boy canine! Very feral! Will bite! Do not go near!

#cod ocs #cod original character #cod oc art #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #call of duty #call of duty oc #call of duty oc art #call of duty modern warfare #Oc #oc art #my oc #oc post #my oc canine

[krisnosura]

It's Yug's signature slur and his aroace ass against the world.

#yugantar das #ksa #krisnosura #my ocs #oc stuff #oc post #aroace oc #aromantic oc #asexual oc #aroace #aromantic #asexual

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

I don’t know if someone’s done this before.

If my Skyrim OCs had Tumblr

👑Stormcrown-Queen

What would happen if I took over the empire? Like, what would they do? Stop me?

🪖General-Tullius follow

This is what’s wrong with the Empire these days. No respect for the Empire.

👑Stormcrown-Queen

Quiet.

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🧝‍♀️elven-overlord-elenwen follow

Why is it that the lesser races of man won’t accept our rightful rule? @earwyn-the-waterelf

🧜‍♂️earwyn-the-waterelf

I do not know ma’am. Maybe our methods aren’t as good as we think.

🧝‍♀️elven-overlord-elenwen follow

You question me, Half-breed?

🧜‍♂️earwyn-the-waterelf

Of course not ma’am.

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🐟the-fish-elf

Guys, let’s bully Elenwen off the site. She refers to her own subordinate as “half-breed”.

🪄circe-the-alchemist

Also the racism

👑Stormcrown-queen

And the genecide

🐟the-fish-elf

I thought all that was obvious and it was unnecessary to mention.

🧝‍♂️elven-supremacy

You dare try to “cancel” our lady Elenwen!!

🐟the-fish-elf

Shut up Ondolemar.

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☀️daylight-dawnbreak follow

I’m tired of vampire sympathizers. They’ll literally kill you. You’re not the exception

🩸nocturnalbatboy follow

Oh and the Dawnguard are so much better? They literally kill people just because they suspect they’re vampires?

☀️daylight-dawnbreak follow

That happened once!!

🩸nocturnalbatboy follow

And that makes it okay??? Besides, the Dawnguard are total hypocrites! I heard they have a vampire working with them!!

☀️daylight-dawnbreak follow

You leave Serana out of this!

🧛‍♀️bloodbabe

No, seriously. Leave me out of this.

🩸nocturnalbatboy follow

Serana!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️

🧛‍♀️bloodbabe

Aaaaaand blocked.

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🏹greenpactalchemy

Hello to all my Bosmer and Bosmer affiliated alchemists! Today we’ll be going over a green pact friendly healing potion! So, there are a few ingredients that can be used, but some are not readily available for the average Wood Elf, such as a Daedra Heart. But others you can find solely off foraging. If you crush up a blue dart wing, combine with the shell of a Rock Warbler egg, and mix in Ash Hopper Jelly, you’ll get a concoction that will not only heal your wounds, but also grant you a resistance to shock damage, all while staying well in the bounds of the Greenpact!

🗻Son-of-Skyrim-435 follow

So you support cannibalism? Typical knife ears.

🏹greenpactalchemy

???????

🌳daughter-of-Valenwood

We got a live on boys.

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🥳Haskillthemanic follow

Will someone please help me find my master?

🌘Daedric-seducer

No😊

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#elder scrolls #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #tumblr #oc #tes OCs #Skyrim OCs #oc post #Haskill #Bosmer #Altmer #Nord #werewolf #vampire #Dawnguard #Serana #Elenwen #general tullius #vel talks

[eyes-that-decieve]

(Once again I'm still figuring out how to start these so if anyone has any tips let me know! I'm working on personalities for my characters, so today Alis gets a turn!)

*Alis sits at the base of a tree in a quiet park, humming softly and drawing in the dirt with a stick. Their moths flutter in a cloud around their head, and one perches on their nose, wings obscuring their face. They look up to see someone walking by and wave enthusiastically.*

"Hello!"

#oc: alis #tma oc #tma rp #oc rp #oc post #tma #the magnus archives

[musicaleaves]

I should do some more training card, but I’m doing a Luca post instead

Stuff to point out

Luca is non binary (they/them)

very close with Kel

14 years old (same age as Kel in the fanfic)

has an older sister named phoebe (the carefree bumblebee)

both Luca and phoebe’s parents went missing a couple years before, so phoebe has to look over luca

major character in the fanfic

#lovegiroke #clover or3o #or3o clover #or3o #clover 2020 #Facts #Oc post #non binary #nonbinary #oc artwork #oc #oc art #my art #digital art #original character #Fanfic

[wisp-of-chaos]

...I fucking love the slug so much I could cry

#random rambling #oc stuff #oc post #vlassk #the most pathetic wet slug #i woulddie for him

[honeypotreal]

my little bugcat

#oc post #lightblox.. my baby #phighting #phighting! #roblox phighting

[interposting]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVIL 🎉🎉

#interpol #paul banks #daniel kessler #sam fogarino #antics #evil #oc post #interposting

[gcthvile]

An Unholy Alliance

Couple: Felicia MacLeod (OC) x Dean Winchester

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: none

Summary: A hunter and a demon are forced to work together, yet again. But this time working as a team awakens sparks between them despite his reluctance.

Felicia huffed as she looked out the passenger window of the Impala. Of all people, her dimwit brother had to assign her to work with Dean Winchester, she's already lost count of how many time Crowley did that to her, at this point, she was starting to think he was doing it on purpose. This man was more annoying than helpful in her opinion.

As they drove down the rural road towards their latest case, Dean's eyes kept flitting between Felicia and the road. "Let me get this straight, Crowley actually expects us to work together?"

"Don't look so pleased about it, darling." Felicia replied boredly, examining her nails. "It's not like I want to be stuck with you either."

"Good, cause hunting with a demon is bad enough, but you again? No thanks." Dean scoffed.

Felicia rolled her eyes. "You're no picnic either. At least tell me about this case so I know what I'm wasting my time with."

Dean briefly summarized the case - mysterious disappearances and strange attacks in a small town. Several witnesses claimed to see strange glowing eyes in the dark.

"Sounds like our run of the mill shapeshifter then." Felicia mused. "Should be simple."

"Don't get cocky. We don't know enough yet." Dean warned as he pulled up to the local motel.

A smile played on Felicia's lips. "We'll see about that darling. You go check us in. I'll start interrogating the locals and get us some real leads." Without waiting for a response, she flashed out of the car. Dean grimaced. This was going to be a long case.

Felicia flashed into the busy street outside the local diner. Her smoky gray eyes scanned the patrons through the large front window. There, in a corner booth, sat two young women gossiping over coffee. Perfect targets.

In an instant she was inside, sliding smoothly into their booth with a sly grin. "Ladies, you don't mind if I join do you? I couldn't help but overhear you discussing the strange goings on in this town. I'm new here and desperately seeking some insight."

The women exchanged a nervous glance. "Who are you?" Asked the brunette warily.

"Where are my manners? Name's Felicia." She purred, reaching across the table to shake their hands in turn. Both women visibly shuddered at her touch, but didn't pull away. Good, her demonic allure was already working on them.

"I'm Claire, this is Jess." The brunette replied hesitantly. "What do you want to know exactly?"

Felicia tilted her head, eyes flashing darkly. "Tell me everything. No details too insignificant. I want to know it all."

Claire launched into the reports of missing hikers and campers in the nearby woods. As she spoke, Felicia casually traced patterns on the back of Jess' hand, keeping the blonde enthralled. By the time Claire finished, Jess was practically salivating.

Felicia smirked. "Fascinating. You've been most helpful." She dug a scrap of paper from her pocket with her room number scribbled on. "If you think of anything else, don't hesitate to stop by."

With a wink she slid smoothly from the booth, satisfied with the first leads for her and her reluctant partner to investigate. Now back to the motel to scheme.

Felicia flashed back to the motel, finding Dean just entering their room. "Well that was quicker than expected." He commented, throwing his duffel on one of the beds.

Felicia sauntered in behind him. "What can I say, I work fast. Already have us a few leads too."

Dean raised a brow skeptically. "Do tell."

Flopping back on the other bed, Felicia recounted what she had learned from the girls. Dean listened with a frown, not looking pleased about her interrogation tactics.

"So the woods are our first stop. I say we start tracking at dusk, better chance of stumbling on any monsters that way." Felicia proposed.

"Or we could talk to the sherriff first, get the official reports." Dean countered.

Felicia groaned dramatically. "You and your proper procedures are no fun, Dean. The girls were much more willing to share than some stuffy cop." She flashed him a mischievous grin. "Don't tell me you're not at least a little intrigued by my methods?"

Dean huffed. "Your methods involve scaring innocent civilians half to death. We do this my way."

Rising from the bed with a huff, Felicia sauntered over to invade his space, looking up at him through her lashes. "Don't be like that, darling. I know you love it when I get us answers fast." She purred, running a finger along his chest.

Dean scowled, batting her hand away. "Knock it off. No flirting is getting us out of seeing the sheriff today. Now come on before I leave you behind."

Felicia pouted as Dean stormed out. Maybe working with the hunter wouldn't be as fun as she hoped, but that just meant she'd have to try harder to get under his skin.

Dean slammed the Impala door as he slid into the driver's seat, grumbling under his breath. Felicia slid into the passenger seat with a smirk.

"Aww don't be like that, Squirrel. I was just having a little fun with you." She cooed.

Dean started the car with more force than necessary. "Well knock it off. I'm not interested."

Felicia pouted dramatically. "You wound me, darling. Most men are putty in my hands. What's it gonna take to crack that hard exterior of yours, I wonder?"

Dean glared at her as he pulled out. "You know, working with you would be a lot easier if you'd actually help the case instead of screwing around."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "I told you, I already got us solid leads. But if you're so determined to waste time with the sheriff..." She trailed off suggestively.

Dean ignored her insinuation. "Information is only useful if it's verified. Now are you going to behave yourself at the station or do I have to put you on a leash?"

Felicia grinned wickedly. "Kinkier than I expected, Dean. You sure know how to show a girl a good time." Dean groaned in frustration. This was going to be a REALLY long afternoon.

They pulled up to the station. As Dean got out, Felicia flashed to his side, hooking her arm through his with a flirty smile. "Lead the way, partner."

Dean sighed heavily but didn't protest, resigned to a lot of disapproving looks from the cops. This case was off to a great start.

Dean pushed through the doors of the police station, Felicia still clinging smugly to his arm. All conversation in the room stopped as eyes turned to take in the unusual pair.

A grizzled officer behind the desk glowered at them. "Can I help you folks?"

"I'm David, this is Fiona. We're here about the disappearance cases." Dean replied professionally, showing the fake badges.

The officer eyed Felicia warily. "You FBI?"

Before Dean could respond, Felicia flashed her most disarming smile. "Private investigators. But don't worry, we can be very... discreet." She purred.

Dean elbowed her sharply. "Ignore her. Can you tell us what you've got?"

The officer sighed and launched into the details. Felicia listened intently while subtly caressing Dean's bicep, just to watch him twitch in annoyance. According to the reports, eight hikers and campers had gone missing over the past month in the forest surrounding the town. All left camp in the evenings and were never seen again.

"Anything useful in the woods?" Dean asked once the report was finished.

The officer shook his head. "Search parties found nothing but shredded clothes and a lot of strange tracks we couldn't ID."

Felicia perked up. "Mind if we take a look at what you've got? A fresh pair of eyes might notice something new."

The offer was clearly reluctant but the man nodded, leading them to an evidence room in back. Felicia gleefully released Dean's arm to pore over photos and articles left behind.

After a moment, she straightened with a curious look. "Dean, take a gander at these tracks for me."

Dean made his way over to where Felicia was examining the photos of strange tracks found at one of the crime scenes. He peered down, furrowing his brow as he took them in.

"What am I looking at?" Dean asked gruffly. "These could be from any number of animals."

Felicia tilted her head with a sly smile. "But you and I both know there's more out there than mere animals, wouldn't you agree?"

Dean shot her an annoyed look but had to concede the point. After years hunting the supernatural, he'd seen his fair share of creatures leave strange traces.

Felicia's smile widened at Dean's hesitation. "My thought exactly. See how the toes seem elongated, almost talon-like? And the spacing is off for any normal predator." Her eyes glinted with excitement. "I'd wager we're dealing with a rugaru."

Dean brows raised in surprise. Rugarus were nasty creatures, homicidally hungry for human flesh. If Felicia was right, they were in for a nasty fight.

"It's just a theory." Dean cautioned. "We'll need more evidence before we go charging in."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Always so cautious. When was the last time one of my theories led us astray?" She held his gaze temptingly. "Admit it, you're starting to enjoy working with me."

Dean huffed, looking away. "Don't get ahead of yourself. We still work better apart." Yet he couldn't deny her idea seemed plausible. Against his better judgment, he was beginning to appreciate her unique skills and instincts. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

Felicia smirked, sensing Dean's resolve weakening. "You say that now, but I know you'll be singing a different tune once we take this rugaru down together."

Dean sighed wearily. "Let's just focus on getting more proof first, okay?" He turned to leave the evidence room.

Felicia flashed in front of him, blocking his path with a wicked grin. "Eager to get back to the case, are we? I like a man with focus." She traced a finger along his chest teasingly. "Though I must admit, I enjoy distracting you even more."

Dean gripped her wrist to still her hand, meeting her eyes with an unreadable expression. For a moment they stood frozen, electricity seeming to crackle between them.

Then Dean releases her slowly. "Stop messing around. We've got a job to do." Yet as he walked away, Felicia swore she saw the faintest twitch of a smile.

She followed, feeling unusually triumphant. Maybe winning over the righteous man wouldn't be so impossible after all. By the time they ganked this rugaru, she'd have him wrapped around her little finger.

"So if it is a rugaru, we'll need to lure it out of hiding." Dean mused as they exited the station.

Felicia paused, struck by inspiration. "Actually, I may have a better idea. One that involves considerably less risk to us and a lot more fun." She flashed Dean a wicked grin. "Care to play bait, darling?"

Dean eyed Felicia warily. "What kind of plan involves me as bait?"

Felicia smirked. "The fun kind. All we need to do is leave a tempting trail back to where we've set a trap. The rugaru won't be able to resist fresh meat." She traced a finger down Dean's chest. "And what better bait than a big, strong hunter?"

"Oh no way. I'm not letting myself get eaten just so you can have your thrills." Dean argued.

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Please, like I'd let it get that far. I'll be lurking invisibly the whole time to jump in and save you at the last minute." She ran her hands up his arms suggestively. "You'll be in perfectly safe hands, I promise."

Dean still looked doubtful. Felicia leaned in close enough to feel his breath on her lips. "Trust me darling, it'll be fun. I'll make it worth your while..."

She knew he was moments away from caving. Dean might try to resist her charms but they both knew he'd crack eventually. Before he could respond though, Felicia's head jerked up at the sound of screams echoing through the trees.

"Looks like our rugaru found another victim first." Felicia said seriously.

Dean nodded, slipping into hunter mode. "Let's move. You lead the way and I'll cover our backs."

Felicia flashed him a quick wink before flashing away, senses stretched out to track the distressed cries for help. Dean revved the Impala and tore after her trail of sulfur smoke. It was showtime.

The sounds of struggle grew louder as they closed in on the source. Felicia appeared to Dean, grabbing his hand. "This way, it's just ahead."

Together they burst into a small clearing to find the rugaru bearing down on a cowering teenage boy. Without hesitation, Dean raised his pistol and fired a shot that tore through the monster's bicep. It howled and whipped around to face the new threat.

The rugaru snarled at Dean and Felicia, blood dripping from its wounded arm. Felicia smirked, drawing her own weapon - a wicked looking blade encrusted with demonic symbols.

"Looks like dinner's cancelled, big guy." She taunted. "How about you pick on someone your own size instead?"

With a roar, the monster charged. Felicia met it head on with a fierce battle cry, diving into hand to hand combat with seemingly reckless abandon. But Dean knew from experience she was always several steps ahead.

While the rugaru was distracted swiping at Felicia, Dean circled around behind and took aim again. This time his bullet found its mark between the creature's massive shoulder blades. It howled and fell to one knee, giving Felicia an opening to deliver a killing stroke across its throat.

Black ichor spurted as the rugaru collapsed dead at their feet. Felicia flashed Dean a triumphant grin, hair and clothes splattered with viscera. "And that's how it's done, darling!"

Dean allowed himself a faint smile in return before turning to check on the traumatized teen. "You okay, kid? Think you can make it home alright?"

The boy could only nod mutely, still in shock. Dean gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before ushering him off into the trees, keeping watch til he was out of sight.

When he turned back, Felicia was giving him a look of naked appreciation. "Not bad teamwork, if I do say so myself. Tell me that wasn't at least a little fun, Dean."

For once, Dean didn't argue. Saving civilians and taking down monsters - that was what he lived for. And he had to admit, working with Felicia had its perks too when they weren't at each other's throats. Against his better judgment, he flashed her a crooked grin.

"Maybe you're growing on me a bit, she-demon. Don't let it go to your head though."

Felicia threw her head back with a delighted cackle. This partnership was really starting to heat up.

Felicia smirked, beyond pleased with how the night was progressing. Victory always tasted sweeter when shared with a handsome partner.

"So now that the case is solved, what do you say we go celebrate our success?" She slid closer to Dean, running her knife along his collarbone teasingly.

To her surprise, Dean actually chuckled. "Normally I'd say you're buying the drinks. But considering you're related to Crowley..."

Felicia pouted playfully. "You wound me! I'll have you know I can be very generous when properly motivated."

"Is that so?" Dean regarded her thoughtfully. "Alright then, demon, you're on. One drink, your treat. But then we part ways for good."

Felicia raised a brow. So he was willing to indulge her after all. This was going even better than planned.

She flashed them away in a burst of sulfur, reappearing inside a rowdy bar in a seedy part of town. Dean stared around in mild surprise as Felicia dragged him to the counter.

"Two of your finest whiskey, bartender!" She cried theatrically. The bartender slid them over warily, eyeing Felicia like she might blow the place sky high.

Dean gave a bemused snort and raised his glass in a toast. "To surviving another day."

Felicia clicked her glass against his. "And to many more hunts together in the future."

Dean choked on his sip at that, coughing as Felicia cackled. But when he met her gaze again, his eyes held a glint of amusement rather than irritation.

Maybe working with the she-demon wouldn't be such a chore after all. Stranger things had happened in Dean Winchester's life. And Felicia was nothing if not entertaining.

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