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kiwisa · 1 year

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dawn ✩ the harpy

Fem! F1 Driver! OC series

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IN WHICH... the news is out: a woman is joining f1. people are not happy.

As the F1 teams unveil one after the other their line-ups ahead of the 2021 season, Williams has caused chaos by announcing who will compete under its logo this year. While the Russell-Latifi duo remains unchanged, it is the “third wheel,” i.e. the reserve driver, that triggered quite the stir. For the first time in 45 years and Lella Lombardi, a woman will enter the F1 World Championship.

Astrée Iraklidis, a Greco-French woman of 21 years old, has signed for the British team and, with it, has made the internet and traditional media go wild.

While several female figures from all sports ⏤ amongst which Susie Wolff ⏤ have hailed this choice and spoken of a “historic event” for women's status, a wave of hatred from the most fervent motorsport fans is washing over Iraklidis. All are already questioning the ability of the Paris-born driver ⏤ of women in general ⏤ to compete in the F1 championship.

Yet, time and time again, Iraklidis has shown herself to be talented behind the wheel with a track record not unlike that of a Max Verstappen. Becoming the 2014 Karting World Champion at just 15, she went on to win the 2019 Formula 2 Championship at 20 during her first year in the category ⏤ after having faced numerous entry rejections based on her gender.

Therefore, it would not be surprising ⏤ if the opportunity were to arise this season ⏤ to see the little prodigy succeed just as brilliantly in the big league.

However, many women are sceptical about her position as a reserve driver and denounce an only partial progress. According to renowned feminist journalist Alysa Karstensen, “it is a way for the FIA to pussyfoot around resolving the burning issue of gender inequality within the motorsports industry.”

“They're going to milk everything revolving around her appointment and what it means for women, without ever putting her on the track and risking disturbing the established patriarchal order,” she asserts.

Thus, is Iraklidis’ appointment a real step forward in the world of motorsport or just a woke concession that will ensure both Williams and the FIA positive media attention?

⤷ COMMENTS

Anonymous F1 is slowly turning into a joke. Women now and then what, kids? Long gone are the days of Senna, Schumacher… Wokeness is destroying everything.

Anonymous I can't even grasp why Williams thought this was a good idea? She is going to fall into hysteria fits every time she loses (which she will), no thanks.

Anonymous Such a shitshow, I won't be watching until she withdraws. This young lady should know her place. Go back to karting and let the men handle the big cars. Alright?

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#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #formula 1 fic #f1 x oc #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 x you #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 series #formula 1 x oc #f1 social media au #.theharpy

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qtt-art · 2 years

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concept doodles for an old OC update! extra info and image descriptions underneath cut as usual!

BEOWULF (she/her)

“A kilo of blood, or your life. Make a choice.”

An endling warrior hailing from a village torn from time and space, now used as a domain by a cruel entity. Unable to defeat the being that stole her home, she made a bargain with it: collect the blood of 99 Gods for it to savour, and her people will go free. She keeps the blood in a living vessel she carries with her at all times.

Brash, proud, and kind of a fool, she's looking for a fight.

The last surviving of her village’s generation of warriors– there weren’t that many to begin with, and she only survived at the mercy of the entity. They were all named after fictitious warriors from across the old world.

ID: A digital illustration of a tall humanoid with charcoal-coloured fur. Her hair, feet, and tail are lion-like, and she wields a very long teal guandao with a lightning motif. She has weird jagged lips which are described as keratinous “fangs” that lock into eachother. There is red text that emphasises what is already shown in the images. The following image is a close-up of the same drawing. The third image is a close-up of the same character in a pose where she is smirking and pointing a thumb back at herself.

#quynh draws #original #oc #beowulf

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icecreamsodaaaaa · 3 months

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Here is my sillay, General Hail , feel free to do whatever kinda art you want with him <33 (also since hes a base design feel free to go wild with shapes)

+ his TH if you want / need more info on him -> https://toyhou.se/24771792.general-hail

Congrats on 1k followers ! ! ! Your art is soooo good, thank you sm for this opportunity of oc art an all that <33 ! ! !

Made him spiky….

(Also little disclaimer under the readmore vvv)

I wont be able to put image descriptions in the alt tab. School takes up too much of my energy to do so. I’ll try and find another way to add them but right now school takes up like 90% of my energy :(

#wof #wings of fire #asks #drawing requests #follower celebration #icewing #dragon #undescribed

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Just read your reassurance fic and fuckin loved it. Absolutely feral for price rn. Not sure if you're still open for requests, but i am a strong believer that price gives the best hugs, holds you to his chest for comfort, problemsolving kinda hugs, but maybe something happened and now its oc/reader's time to return the favour.

This is the first time I've ever made a request so hope I did it right lol. basically I'm starving for fluff. maybe a bit of hurt/comfort.

Thank you so much for requesting!! I'm so glad you liked it!! I agree, he definitely gives incredible hugs and I would kill to experience them at least once. I hope you don't mind, but I made this an F!reader because you didn't specify and it's what I find easiest; however, if you'd like me to change this to gender neutral, let me know and I will edit this :))

Out of Your Control

Do not repost

Synopsis: After a mission gone awry, Price can't help but blame himself for everything that had gone wrong. Hugs won't solve the problem, but they will definitely help ease his nerves.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader (Hints of an established relationship)

Genre: Angst & Fluff / Hurt & Comfort

Warnings: Swearing, self-blame, Price cries, reader cries, use of ‘sweetheart’ and ‘love’

Word Count: 2k

General Masterlist COD:MWII Masterlist

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The mission was a disaster.

Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. It was as though the enemy was expecting them, and decided to make his defence ten times stronger, quicker, and more ruthless. It was clear that the mission was doomed for failure from the start, but they prevailed nonetheless; eager to complete their task.

The place was swarming with soldiers who were armed with weapons from head to toe. So were they, but no matter how armed their Squad seemed to be, the enemy soldiers had twice as many guns, and twice as many blades. They were like flies on a hot summer’s day, doubling at speeds that didn’t seem humanly possible, and before long, they were surrounded from every corner.

Their hushed voices rang out through the comms as they considered their next course of action. Yet as Price was about to tell them to retreat - to evacuate because there was no way they would come out if this mission alive – it was already too late. Loud sirens rang out in their ears, and the rapid sounds of stomping boots made the hairs at the back of all their necks stand up. It went south too quickly for them to even attempt to deescalate the situation.

Bullets rained down like hail, and it didn’t take a genius to know they would not be getting out of this scot-free, and none of them did. Some of their injuries were worse than others, but they all looked equally beat up, as though they were on the brink of death.

It was barely an hour later that they were sat in the medical bay, with nurses and doctors running around them like headless chickens. Their frantic movements and hushed whispers made her head feel like a balloon ready to be popped, and she could only assume the others felt the same from the way their faces scrunched up with discomfort.

Price was nowhere to be seen, having ran out the moment the nurses told him he was free to go. The Captain’s injuries weren’t as severe as the others, and that only seemed to worsen the guilt he was already feeling.

It was Soap who looked the worst out of all of them, like Death himself was about to knock on his door and take him away. Yet somehow, with half of his face turned purple, and his left eye swollen shut, he still managed to send her a sweet smile the moment their eyes locked together.

She sent him a sympathetic glance in return, hissing and flinching when a bullet was suddenly extracted from the flesh of her thigh. She almost glared at the doctor who pulled the metal out of her, but stopped herself when an anti-septic was wiped over the open wound, and another wave of pain made an anguished groan leave her throat. She could only sigh and wait for this to be over; to finally leave and get some time for herself.

“Take this,” a nurse spoke with a sweet smile, giving her three small pills and a cup of water. Once she downed the medicine and emptied the small, plastic cup, the nurse nodded, “Good. Now, you get some rest, alright? You need it.”

“Thank you,” she nodded, plopping down from her bed to leave the stuffy room. She winced with every limped step she took, but decided she would rather suffer than spend the night in the medical room because of a non-fatal injury.

She wasted no time before making her way over to her room, welcoming the familiar smell with a smile on her face. The material that was soaked with her sweat and blood was pulled off her tired body, and soon replaced with something more comfortable. The new clothes were soft to the touch and didn’t stick to her bruised skin, making her sigh out in relief. She decided to wear something that would cover her up entirely, not out of modesty, but to hide the injuries from the captain’s guilt-filled eyes.

After leaving her room and making another stop to brew two cups of tea, she began making her way down a long corridor. It didn’t take her too long to arrive at Price’s office, though the wound in her thigh definitely slowed her down somewhat. His door seemed to be locked shut, for when she pressed her elbow against the handle, it didn’t budge.

With a small sigh, she knocked on the door with the rip of her boot, and waited for the door to be opened. Yet no sound came from inside the room; no gruff voice telling her to piss off; no sound of papers rustling, and no heavy footsteps making their way across the room.

She exhaled sharply, eyes closing as she kicked the door harder than before. Some of the tea trickled down from the mugs, the steaming hot liquid burning the skin of her finger. She ignored the burning sensation, instead focusing on the man who she knew was on the opposite side of the door.

“Sir, I need to speak with you,” she spoke out loud, hoping the sound of urgency in her voice would get him to open up. But alas, the silence continued. “Captain-” she looked around her, making sure there was no-one there to hear her next words, “John… please let me in.”

That seemed to get him moving, as only a few seconds passed before the door was pulled open. She walked in without waiting for permission, and placed the two hot mugs on his desk. Her eyes were quick to notice the scattered papers on his desk, his handwriting turning frantic on some of them.

Her eyes soon settled on the bearded man who walked around the desk and sat down in his chair. He had a blank look in his eyes, and she slowly sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk. She moved one of the mugs closer towards him, but he made no attempt to reach for it. His eyes didn’t even glance down to look at it.

“John,” she spoke slowly. Softly.

He didn’t look at her, and she swore his eyes were avoiding eye contact at all costs. There was a dark bruise forming on the apple of his left cheek, the skin turning a dark purple, mixed with a sickly yellow. A deep gash also decorated his clavicle, the skin red a raw, yet the wound was not deep enough to require stitches.

She could feel her heart break into a million pieces at the sight of his hopeless state. “John,” she whispered once again, “…sweetheart.”

This time, his eyes moved to look into hers. They were glazed over, and she could tell he was close to cracking, the guilt eating him up alive.

“This wasn’t your fault, John,” she told him with a shake of her head.

He let out a humourless laugh. The type of laugh that told her just how deep in despair he was. “Yeah, it was. I should’ve known better.”

“John, no.” She disagreed, “You couldn’t have predicted this.”

“No, but I should’ve been ready for it,” he argued, “I should’ve been prepared for things to go wrong.”

“And you were,” she spoke softly, “But we were all taken by surprise. None of us could have known this was going to happen. No matter how prepared we could have been. No matter what you think you could’ve done, we were simply too outnumbered.”

With a tilt of his head, he exhaled sharply, “This was supposed to be an easy mission. In and out.”

She nodded in understanding, “And it would’ve been if the information you were given was correct,” she pointed out. “This one was out of your hands, John.”

He shook his head in disagreement, hie eyes trained on the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. With a small wince, she pushed herself off the chair and walked over towards him. Her fingers curled around his jaw and she moved him so that his eyes were locked with hers.

“John, what matters is that we’re all alive.” She told him, “You’re fine. The boys are fine. I’m fine. We’re all okay.”

With a blank stare, his hand moved to her thigh and applied some pressure in the exact spot where the bullet had penetrated her skin. He didn’t do it hard, in fact, he barely touched the area. Yet despite all that, she felt like a thousand needles were stabbed into her sore skin at once.

She choked at the pain that travelled through her body, and her hand instinctively pulled his away. He stared at her with a look that told her he did not believe a word she just told him. How could he when the soft, and otherwise welcome gesture caused her so much pain.

“You don’t sound fine to me, love.”

“John.” She scolded, “This isn’t something that’s never happened to me before. I’ve lost count of how many times I got shot, and I’m sure you have too.”

He didn’t respond to the accusation, his eyes only closing in shame. With a small, yet deep sigh, she managed to pull him towards her. The non-bruised side of his face was pressed against her chest, and her arms wrapped securely around him. The palm of her left hand cradled the back of his head, whilst the other moved to rub comforting circles on his shoulders.

“I know you won’t believe me,” she whispered, “But none of us blame you. Not Ghost, not Soap, not Gaz, and most definitely not me”

Upon hearing her words, he wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her even closer to him than she was before. A small whimper left his lips, and he moved his face so that his nose was pressing against her. She moved down, carefully not to startle him, and kissed the crown of his head. She kept her face there, only tightening her hold around him when his body began to shake; the dam which he had built breaking into pieces as he allowed his emotions to flow freely.

His tears soaked through her shirt, and the situation made her own eyes well with tears. She didn’t care when they began to roll down her cheeks, or when his fingers clenched around the material of her shirt and pulled on it. She only cared that he finally let himself feel, without shoving his emotions away until they became unbearable.

“We would never blame you for this. Sometimes things are out of our control, okay?” She hummed against him, “There’s no point in beating ourselves up over it. It’s in the past. We can’t change it, so let it go. Please, just let it go.”

A sob wrecked through his body, and his fingers let go of her shirt to dig into her skin. He managed to nod against her, and she felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She knew the guilt had not fully left him, and that they still had a long way to go, but this was progress. She was just glad he was willing to try and move past it, and no matter how long it would take him, she would remain by his side the entire time.

She would wrap her arms around him and hold him close as he let the tears flow freely, just as he had done for her so many times before. She would hold him for as long as he needed her to, even if her arms began to ache, she would keep her arms wrapped securely around him.

“Just please…” she sniffled, “Don’t beat yourself up over this. We’re all going to be fine. Nothing a little rest and some medicine can’t fix.”

“And some stitches.”

“Yeah,” she let out a small laugh as her lips pressed against his hair once more, “And some stitches.”

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year2000electronics · 5 months

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cos i'm in an oc mood, here's everyone who currently works at the League of Villains in my superhero story, iris of the storm! in order:

bloodmoon (he/him) leader of the league, retired supervillain, superpower is getting special abilities depending on what phase of the moon it is

allegro maxima (he/him) retired superhero, bloodmoon's former nemesis, hired as a hail mary thanks to a morale crisis in the league, superpower is being able to heal people

roswell (any pronouns) alien, presumably was sent to earth with some sort of mission but he says the mission is to "find 'hot dads'". ok i guess. superpower is being an alien

dr. irving goda (he/him) high-ranking supervillain in the league who uses his position of power to bully allegro, superpower is being a mad psychologist

parzival goda (he/him) irving's adopted son who gets to boss allegro around because irving says he "has senority", superpower hasn't fully developed yet

emperor (he/it) young blood that only just turned 20, livestreamer, vtuber, everything. its gimmick is tech-based evil plans and bloodmoon hates that

final cut (she/her) fashionista supervillain, actually not that hard to work with despite appearances, superpower is that every time she is supposed to suffer a mortal wound, she'll just generate a clone instead

pandemimi (she/her) chaotic maid supervillain, people think her and final cut are a bad match for each other but theyre missing the most important context, superpower is that she gains a crazy power boost if she does what somebody tells her to

hoaxes-pocus (she/they) new supervillain extremely bad at social interaction so she just cheats at it, superpower is making people adore her

the giant killer axolotl, phd (he/him) what you see is what you get with this one really.

#iris of the storm #my art #YIPPY. league of heroes coming next

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kirkland-meeseeks · 28 days

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OC doodles, more info Abt em below vvv

G-33 / Gatlian Rick

- born human, had an experimental backup body that was Gatlian. Fiddling with the concept of augmenting one with his portal gun, this is the result

- Can make himself human again whenever he wants, just doesn't want to/prefers his weird little gun alien body for the Novelty. Other Ricks tend to be grossed out by him or weirded the fuck out that he decided to be his own portal gun

- His Morty is still alive and kickin'. If they're out Adventuring/doing whatever, Morty arms himself with Rick.

- He's self efficient enough, if C-137 could make due with the body of a pickle then I think G-33 is doing just fine. Able to fire live ammunition and portals on his own accord, has emergency bug legs if not having limbs is too inconvenient

H-95 / Soft Rick

- Lives in the citadel, has been long since estranged from his original Family. Has been working for the Morty Agency for years.

- Especially jaded and grouchy, even for a Rick. Other Ricks tend to go for low hanging fruit quips at him, he's heard them all before. Could not give a shit anymore.

- "Soft" in multiple meanings of the word, he has a soft spot for Mortys and is generally good with kids. Empathetic, does his job at the Agency well.

- His Morty was assigned to him through the Agency, aptly dubbed 'Hoodie Morty'. Hoodie's og family died and was portaled to the citadel as the single survivor. He currently lives with H-95 at the citadel.

- H-95 is working towards finding a Smith family to adopt Hoodie

- Gives better hugs than any other Rick in the multiverse

I-5000 / Nerdy Rick

- Comes from a universe where everyone is some flavor of nerdy stereotype and this was just normal to him.

- Imagine the utter shock and betrayal he felt upon learning that his place in the multiverse was being repeatedly shoved into lockers and getting wedgies, but instead of trying to fit in he doubled down on the schtick of being the Nerd Rick (out of sheer stubbornness and un-swallowed pride)

- Left his former universe behind after his Morty died in an accident, moved to the citadel.

- Some years later on he'd try out the Morty agency, and meet H-95 through it. Found him to be an absolute stick in the mud which was fun to prod at. The pair bonded over being 'loser' Ricks.

- Elf Morty hails from a version of earth where dnd type races were common place, he's of Elven blood. However that version of earth had been taken over and destroyed by an evil wizard. He's skittish and jumpy, and can hear trees talk (which isn't necessarily enjoyable usually).

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick oc #high on life #obligatory art tag #oh boy 2am

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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Summer Kent(my DC self-insert)'s secret identities over the years!!

Sparks,Superman's first sidekick(and second kid as he adopted him when Jon was a baby)

Superpunk,his '2 Edgy 4 U' teen phase taken up thanks to Kon and Stephanie cracking his egg and his new choker being green is meant to represent he made one with a trinket that used to belong to Jason(them being best friends since they were 11 but then Ditf happened and the face paint is the closest it had to eyeliner tears style but fits too in a way because he also died and got ressurected,which is how he lost a few of his old fingers and has prosthetics now)

Ember,his solo hero name he took up after realizing he was actually pastel femme and was trying to overcompensate to validate being a trans man by acting masc(still a teen here as Superpunk only last a few months)

Ignite,his Outlaw name and he was Jason's right hand man,his black domino mask was a gift from him and Rhato gets an entire rewrite except for Artemis being a member because she was literally that shitshow franchise's only Saving Grace(the rest of the Outlaws are Eddie,Rose,Thad,Kyle,Duke and a good handful of ocs by me and @moonage-gaydream @insomniac-jay @honeypotsworld @theautisticcentre and @refrigeratedboombursts)

Superman,post-Rhato when he moved back to Metropolis with Jason in toe since they finally started dating and this happened at the same time Clark ended up in a coma from saving Jon from Ultraman so he took up the mantle in the meantime since he's the eldest Superkid(pictured with him is Kryptona,a robotic kryptonian cat based off actual ones made by Talia for him as she took over Lexcorp when Summer was a teen and Superman!Summer mentors the All New Teen Titans,Damian's generation team)

'New' Ember,him going back to his solo hero name but this time with Jason induced completed character development and hailed as equal to Clark instead of the extremely controversial reception he had before,helped by him saying he used to be Superman when Clark finally woke up to clear up any confusion(Jason and him settled down together in their own house in Metropolis and are still heroes with his pink domino mask being a gift too to symbolize him finally embracing all sides of himself but also have daytime jobs as a librarian and a bakery owner,his place being called 'Summer's Desserts' and they have their first kid in the run about it,her being a trans girl who keeps her birth name October)

Not really related but i wanted to say the full deck of Kent siblings in this verse:Summer,Jon,Kon,Cindy,Chris,Mia,Laney,Match,Carol,Laura,Jane and Laurel!

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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Sing a Little Song For Me

Part 2 of several drabbles that are in no particular order so enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of dead bodies, Canon levels of violence, canon levels of war, foul-mouthed MC, child kidnapping, Quaritch is still his own warning, enemies to lovers, English is my first language but I suck at it

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Pairing: eventual Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named f!reader/oc appearance not really described

Rated 18+ kids

Words: 1.1k+

I didn't care if they could hear me as I crashed through the foliage after them, keeping up with them just enough to not lose them "Spider!" I called, not caring that there was desperation in my voice in front of the enemy.

"Mom!" He yelled back, his voice ragged as he grunted like he was struggling. "Mom!" He called again before a hail of bullets forced me to find cover, even at the cost of ground. "No! Leave her alone! Mom!" Spider called desperately, sounding like he was struggling harder.

"Enough!" Quaritch barked as a dropship lowered enough for them to leave on it.

I sprinted to close the distance in a last ditch attempt to get him back, not caring about the chances that I'd get shot "No! Spider!" I cried as Quaritch made it up onto the dropship with Spider, smiling ferally down at me for a moment, a moment that I took full advantage of as I knocked an arrow, pulling it back and loosing it with just enough aim to be confident there was no way in hell it was hitting Spider. Quaritch quickly dodged with wide fearful eyes, the arrow imbedding itself where his head had been not a blink prior as I snarled up at him, someone forming a voiceless curse before the dropship was cruising away at speed. I stewed the entire jog back to the shack, plotting the best way to get Spider back from the genocidal maniac turned avatar pilot. Out of all the facts I had at that moment, the fact that Colonel Miles Quaritch, xenophobic homicidal asshole turned bogeyman we used to scare children into behaving, was back from the dead, and in a Na'vi body to boot. Karma was a hilarious bitch sometimes.

I looted the bodies by the shack, they certainly didn't need the kit, and we needed every little bit we could get. I didn't bother to look at any of their faces or tags as I collected useful bits and bobs, guns and ammunition finding their way over my shoulders and slung across my hips, fanny packs of medicine and bandages and other little things also found their way around my torso. I finished out the hunt with the sniper rifle, taking every round the Avatar had on his person before finally leaving, back to the clearing so that Thor could actually land. "Where have you been?" Jake hissed like an over worried mother as soon as Thor was settled on the perch, his ears back as his eyes studied me with concern and frustration.

"Took a shot at Colonel Dick-For-Brains and then looted a bit. Got some good stuff, they gave the best shit to those losers." I smiled tightly at him as I began to unload my person, keeping the sniper rifle and equipment away from the general pile so that it wouldn't get carried off.

"I'm being serious, Ani!" He snapped at me, latching onto the anger I had given him.

"I am too, Jake!" I snarled right back, wheeling around to face him head on, stepping over the small pile of spoils to gain ground, making him back away in alarm. I'd never acted that way towards him, had never snapped so aggressively at him. He raised his hands in surrender and backed up further, letting me have the space I so desperately needed. My shoulders were heaving with deep angry breaths that quickly changed into barely contained sobs "He took Spider, Jake. He took him, and I couldn't save him." Sobs leaked out as I spoke, tears pouring down my face as I tried physically holding myself together "He's gonna torture him! Oh god! Oh Eywa!" Like the last fiber of an old rope, my resolve snapped, leaving me a sobbing mess. Jake was instantly collecting me in a hug, shushing me as best as he could.

"I know, I know." He murmured into my hair "Kiri told us. She's really broken up about it." I nodded mutely, no longer able to trust my voice. "He's a strong kid, got a double dose of stubborn from his parents, and he's resourceful. He'll be alright, I can almost promise it." He reassured me, saying all the right things to give me hope. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, both enjoying the comfort the other brought while it lasted "We're leaving the Omaticaya, they want you and I, and they won't stop until either they have us, or we're dead. And they'll kill anyone and everyone to get to us." My stomach dropped with his words as I pulled away from him, knowing that he was right "We started this, all those years ago--"

"They started it," I cut him off firmly, leaving no room for argument "and we finished it. We can finish it again." I sniffed, wiping my tears away with newfound determination "I hope this bastard pre-wrote his own eulogy again." I growled at no one in particular, resolved to kill him again and again, as many times as needed until humanity got the hint and fucked right off.

Jake smiled tiredly, nodding as he clapped me on the shoulder "I'll arrange everything with the Clan, pass the mantle." I could see the pain it caused him to leave the people who had accepted us so firmly, who we'd fought and bled beside battle after battle. But it was our duty to keep them safe, no matter the cost to ourselves. I nodded, gripping his forearm until he was pulling away. Thor cooed on his roost and I bit my lip in displeasure, knowing that I was going to miss him terribly.

He seemed to know something was wrong as soon as I was back in his sight line, cocking his head to the side slightly and not taking his eyes off of me as I closed the distance, pace by pace. As soon as I was close enough, one of my braids was between his beak, just holding it aloft gently as he watched me expectantly, cooing softly at my forlorn expression "I have to leave with my family, to keep the People safe. The humans want Jake and I, and they won't stop until they have us." I sighed and closed my eyes, not bearing to keep meeting his gaze, instead brushing his muzzle tenderly "I'm not going to ask you to come with me. I'm not going to ask you to leave your home." I announced firmly, though I still couldn't look at him without wanting to cry. He dropped my braid and tapped me with a kuru, searching for mine, wanting to communicate more solidly. As soon as tsaheylu was made, he was adamant about not leaving my side, that if I was in danger, he'd be there for every little bit of it. I met his gaze with tears falling down my cheeks, making him coo as he gently brought me in against his chest for a sort of embrace. "Thank you." I sniffled, hiding my face near one of his chest vents. I didn't want anyone else to see me cry, not there, not then.

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #Miles Quaritch x oc #na'vi reader #jake sully #toruk makto #enemies to lovers #soulmates

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slightly-ludic · 2 months

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OC Questionnaire Time!

Thank you so much @changingplumbob for the tag! Of course, I'm doing Benjamin because I've neglected my other Sim OCs. (Yes, I know I'm an irresponsible sim parent, don't hold it against me, or call SPS) . Okay! Let's break it down:

Name: Benjamin Darcy Bryan

Nickname(s): Ben, Ben-Ben, Benji, Benaroo, Benini, BB

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Aquarius (Bonus for my MBTI Lovers, he's an ESFP).

Height: Ben is a short king.

Orientation: Chaotic Bi-Sexual.

Nationality: Ben hails from the magical land of Wisconsin, USA. He gave up the trade of dairy farming that his ancestors had passed down from generation to generation, to pursue his love for trotting. Globetrotting that is. Now, Ben is traveling the sim world.

Fruit: Ben is a kumquat kind of guy.

Season: Summer, dude.

Scent: A freshly chlorinated swimming pool.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Ben does not need caffeine, so hot choco it is.

Average Sleep: 4 Hours. Yes, That's right. 4 hours.

Dream Trip: Granite Falls

Number of Blankets: One. That's all his backpack can hold.

Bonus Fact: Ben is actually a really good singer. If I had to describe his singing voice, it would sound like a mix of Father John Misty and Robin Pecknold. He would serenade you, if you were having a bad day, I'm not kidding. He also misplaces his shit a lot. Like, a lot.

THANK YOU so very much for your interest in Ben and his silliness. I hope his ramblings put a smile on your face or at least inspire you to do some trotting yourself!

Tagging - @vercosims @circusjuney @roos-bowl-o-soup @groovetrys @hypanova @bouncytrait @swallowprettybird @holocene-sims @torissims @autumnserenade @rebeldaydream - If you want to! You can totally just scroll and skip this.

And of course anyone else interested, please join in! This is a great way to do character development for your sims, and actually helps with enjoying the gameplay :)

Okay byeee!

#sims 4 gameplay #oc game #oc questions #globetrotter challenge #ts4 globetrotter #round one

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oddogoblino · 4 months

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Hallo! Hi! I'm Odd, the goblino whomst owns this blog!

Basic Info

•Age: 18

•Pronouns: he/him it/its

I mainly post about

•FNAF

•Sonic

•Camp Camp

•Saiki K

..And other little fandom things I remember I like every now and then

My Main Tags

•oddito ramblinos <- my casual text posts

•oddito answerito <- my answered asks

•OddityGoblity <- my art tag

FNAF AU Tags

•Forlorn Half-Lights AU <- DCA focused au

...

Sonic AU Tags

•Words Hurt AU <- a sentient zombie apocalypse au

•Labhog AU <- an au where sonic's entire hero life has been artificial & planned to combat eggman

•Boom!Hog AU <- an au where Boom!Sonic has found out he is a born werehog hybrid

Characters You Can Send Asks To

•Sun

•Moon

•The Stars (DCA ocs)

•The Two (cough cough Eclipses)

•Sergio (nightguard oc)

•WH!Sonic & friends

•Labhog!Sonic & "friends"

•Boom!Hog Sonic & friends

•My listed OCs in this post in general tbh-

Extra?

•Ehehhh- I mainly made this bc I realized how unorganized my blog is otherwise ahaa-

•I have issues of maladaptive daydreaming

•I struggle with art commitments

•I am fine with notif spam and mildly sexual comments on things I post but don't be graphic abt it

•I'm cupiorose and on the nonbinary spectrum.

•All hail our lord and savior Sonic The Hedgehog.

DNI

• If the DCA or Sonic wouldn't support what youre into/doing, why would I? Aka, basic dni list of no gross or oppressive people of any sort, whether the matter be against races, sexuality, gender, disability, age, etc.

•I usually block default PFPs and PFPs of pretty women bc they're always bots unless they like my posts beforehand

•Pr*shippers / C*mshippers. No, I'm not talking abt the ones who mean it genuinely - I mean the creeps who use it as a moral justification to be gross to kids (fictional AND real life). No "MAP"s or whatever they're trying to call themselves

#oddito ramblinos #oddito answerito #OddityGoblity #Forlorn Half-Lights AU #Words Hurt AU #Lab Hog! AU #Boom!hog AU #introduction post #master post

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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New Link OC you say? 👀

So I was thinking about rain too hard and how rainy days can be so different from each other and how rain is sometimes a sign of something bad happening in zelda games and just rain in zelda games in general aaaaand he jumped into my brain.

Anyway his name is Hero of Raindrops, and he lives in a Hyrule that got cursed a long time ago to be in an eternal rain (sometimes it sleets/hails/snows when it’s colder).

The royal line with the sealing powers mysteriously disappeared sometime in the past as well, and the current royals that took power are rather corrupt. Nobody knows what happened to Hylia’s line, but there’s old stories that a girl with hair the color of the sun will dispel the rain.

Anyway that’s all there is so far but yep. New Link.

#I literally thought I’d some of this as I was typing it #*of #oooooh I’m getting even more attached #answers from the floor #lovely adrift in thyme #Link oc #Raindrop

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dopscratch · 9 months

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i should introduce you guys to mike because i like him hes funny

just a madness combat oc

random characterizarion summary after the break

A small grunt with a big love for explosives.

Hailing from Sweden, Mike made his entrance in Nevada when one of the many trigger-happy maniacs living there shot down the plane he was on. He started at a disadvantage, not quite as adept with weaponry as the people who had lived there their entire life. He found his salvation in explosives, for what he lacked in aiming skill, he excelled in making things go boom with whatever he had on hand. Using no ear protection when he was starting out has resulted in less-than optimal hearing. He wanders Nevada and takes odd jobs for various parties. He has no real allegiances and is generally cordial to anyone he meets- though he's also not above reducing them to bloody chunks should the need arise.

Soft-spoken and mild-mannered, Mike is the last man one would expect to be toting around enough explosives to level a small town. Yet, that is what he does, and he's particularly good at fashioning makeshift bombs if he ever runs out of his near-endless supply. He firmly believes most problems can be solved with explosives and, if working in a group, tends not to consult other members of his party about impending explosives usage.

He occasionally slips back into Swedish now and then, especially when he's alone, and his accent tends to get stronger when he's unfocused or experiencing strong emotions.

#madness combat #madness combat oc #oc #madness combat art #trashmann treasure #character containment

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kaleidoscope1967eyes · 1 month

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Introduction to Iego - The Diathui

With an endonym meaning “People of the Diathim,” Iego’s indigenous near-human ethnicity is shrouded in secrecy and mysticism. Hailing from the original human inhabitants of Iego and the Diathim who ventured beyond its moons, the Diathui are an ancient race with a proud history.

In ancient times, during the era of rudimentary space travel, a human sleeper ship crash-landed on the planet; in the ensuing chaos, the population separated into multiple warring bands that ultimately evolved into the legendary Twelve Tribes. It became the precedent for the tribes to be led by half-human, half-Diathim hybrids. As time went on, the majority of each tribe’s population eventually all had traces of Diathim ancestry, often as a result of each chieftain’s expansive harem–at least, according to legend. While the tribes themselves have long since disappeared, individual Diathui will often claim ancestral ties to a certain tribe, although the only real value to this is bragging rights. Individual cultural distinctions of each tribe have fallen into obscurity, and it can only be assumed all their attributes evolved into a single overarching–yet still small–culture.

There are few Diathui left on Iego, numbering only in the thousands, yet their mysterious reputation is firmly cemented in the minds of the wider galaxy. Often referred to as “fairies” or “elves,” these epithets are regarded as patronizing at best, fetishistic at worst, and overall derogatory. Stereotypes about them are quite widespread, mostly surrounding their mystical heritage and religion. For example, one common misconception is that Diathui are immortal, citing their Drolic healing practices, angelic ancestry, and generally longer-than-average lifespans. They’re regarded in a way similar to both the Ghostlings and the Dathomirians; they’re infantilized and made into objects, like the Ghostlings, and are viewed as esoteric tricksters, like the Dathomirians.. For the most part, however, the Diathui are seen as purely fictional, much like their parent species–little more than magical beings from a fairytale.

The rumored supernatural abilities of the Diathui are the primary focus of the stories surrounding them. All Diathui have baseline features stemming from their Diathim ancestry–faintly glowing skin, mild radioactivity, a wider spectrum of vision–but only females inherit the sacred powers, save for the legendary Drolic prophet who united the Twelve Tribes. Details surrounding these abilities are closely guarded by the triyi, who are selected from among those who display the most prominent powers. These sacred powers are indeed manifestations of Force abilities, although a handful of which are most likely exclusive to those of Diathim ancestry.

OC Fic Lore Taglist: (let me know if you want to be added/removed)

@canon-can-fight-me

@aldhanii

@alexlifesonofficial

@dailydragon08

@coffeeorsomething-irl

@masterlukessaber

@rogue-kenobi

#my fic #oc fic lore #oc stuff #iego worldbuilding #star wars worldbuilding #i don't want to spoil my fic but i also want to share my lore #so here it is in a very vague form #btw when i say “iegoans” in my fic/writing 90% of the time i'm referring to diathui

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seawing-vibes · 2 years

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Sum oc doodles <3 Light-Pink gal is Sundog & Red-Toned fella is Fraga!! They are siblings <3

Fraga’s lovely design comes from @/avianreptiles !! Go check them out their art slaps

Extra Info about them & their (very very loose) story !

Their parents were both soldiers in the War of Sandwing Succession, they lived on the outskirts of the Ice Kingdom, but were often sent out to other areas of the continent, so Sundog & Fraga were left to be raised by the town a lot. The town was a temporary place for Soldiers and Soldiers family’s to stay while they were enlisted

Despite this they still had a loving relationship with their parents, it wasn’t their parents choice to be sent out so far and during their brief periods home they would spend all their time with their dragonets

The word of the war ending didn’t reach to the army’s far out and their parents never caught word of Thorn becoming queen, resulting in them dying to a fruitless battle out in the Mudwings Territory’s after Peace treaty’s were signed

After the war many dragons moved back to their old homes, leaving Fraga and Sundog in the town, waiting for their parents to return. Instead a General by the name of Hail came to take them in. He had visited the town multiple times and had been trusted to care for the newly orphaned pair

Hail had been a trusted royal general for years, but after the war he retired, mainly out of anger at the monarchy and the political turmoil that their kingdom was pulled into during and after the war; these ideals become shared by Sundog and Fraga

They spent the rest of their growing years on the outskirts of the Icewing Palace and lived comfortably. They were close as siblings, but life naturally had them drift apart as they aged out of their shared home

Fraga became a Caribou Herder and has watch over his own herd who he loves dearly

Sundog took on many odd jobs around the castle and stayed within the First Circle’s company, she held resentment towards them but enjoyed her work around them, eventually sparking a fiery friendship with the Royal Advisors son

Things went south though, after a night of loud argument Sundog found that she had killed the Son, and she had to flee, so she went back to her Brother

Fraga was distraught with this and desperately wanted to protect his sister, but knew the best option for her was to get out of the kingdom. He encouraged her to run away and that he would lead dragons off her trail. This is exactly what they did

Fraga still resides in the Ice Kingdom with his caribou, often using their fur for knitting projects, but his mind weighs heavy with worry for his sister and wishes to one day find where she had gone.

#wof #wings of fire #icewing #art #oc #guh. these fellas #their story is oh so underdeveloped and doesnt sound. Intiresting lmao im sorry I swear!! its cooler in my head!!#but EYAH THESE GUYS!! I’ve had Sundog for a while and just recently got Fraga and immediately assigned them siblings #Sundog is the older one and Fraga is the younger <3 #i havent been able to draw in a While so this was so nice to finally do #i miss drawing i swear im gonna try oh so hard to do it more again #TideArt

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