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aerplain · 2 years

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Hiii okay pick and choose or do them all haha :] 001, Catch 22, 002, Girlverse Cathkorn, 003, Girlcart (I'm sure you saw this coming) and your OC Saph :')

HEY MAX thanks for the ask and yes i will do all of them >:}

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CATCH 22

Favorite character: Cath... idk. :] he’s so terrible but so dumb and his parts are the funniest to read. Awful person wonderful character. I want another book of just his reactions to Situations bc he’s just such a Guy. The guy ever Least Favorite character: I think the answer for most people is aarfy. and I agree but I'm gonna also say captain black. Aarfy because he was created to function as basically the Worst, and Cpt Black bc i just personally find him annoying. There’s a lot of awful guys in c22 who are fun to read about, but reading these guy’s parts is just “man them again. do they ever shut up”. 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Kathcorn 4ever </3

M&W (thanks max)

clevbar (thanks max)

Yoss/luciana - they’re a classic

space reserved for random joke stuff that has no reason other than “these guy’s names are always mentioned together so they’re a Thing now” (gus/wes or plitchard/wren) there’s no reason for this but its funny

Character I find most attractive: Any character I draw tbh. I think they’re all supposed to be just Guys but i cant help being like “hi 😘″ when i draw them. Character I would marry: NO ONE. they are so ridiculous Luciana Character I would be best friends with: clevinger maybe. we’re both annoying and like to seem smart. a random thought: said this earlier but they will never make a good adaptation if they don’t get the cathcart or the milo right. They're so integral to the story and they’re always adapted like “look at this funny guy. he’s going to be a nuisance.😉 now back to yossarian”. and milo is always clean shaven and cathcart is not smoking his opulent cigarette holder? why not?? An unpopular opinion: i dont know what unpopular or popular c22 opinions even are. major major could beat captain black in a fistfight My Canon OTP: Do cath & korn count. I think they should count (has read every part where they’re mentioned like 20 times and morphed it to fit my interpretation) I think heller could’ve meant it in a homophobic way. Gay disney villain korn time. If they don’t count i think the Yoss & Luciana bits were always fun too. My Non-canon OTP: Milo & Wintergreen just cuz I love your writing for them max. I never would’ve come up with this on my own since I don’t think they really interact cuz the concept itself is so fun. Business rivals>business partners> Love?? Most Badass Character: No one they are all kind of losers. Maybe Orr Most Epic Villain: same for the last one. they’re all lame. Or the idea of the catch itself and all of it’s enforcers Pairing I am not a fan of: maybe this is my unpopular opinion but i think yoss & chaplain are not ideal romantically. its the fandom go-to romance bc its the literal first line (and i used to love them when i first read the book) but idk. theyre ok to me and not as fun as all the other wacky and crazy guys out there Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): I think duckett should NOT have been into yossarian and her thing should've just been being girlbffs with cramer. love loses. heller has to write every woman the way he does :[ Favourite Friendship: ME and MAX catch22bffs forever <3. real answer i think clev/dunbar/yossarian have the best conversations theyre all so insufferable in their own ways and its great Character I most identify with: nurse cramer. kinda her friend starts dating some guy and she’s like “ok what happened to being girl best friends😒”. and dobbs in the sense that i am kind of bad at a lot of the things i have to do Character I wish I could be: NO ONE for real this time. i can’t think of a single guy who isn’t either awful or has awful things happen to them. or both

Kathcorn :>

When I started shipping them: i remember reading the book the first time and thinking ‘wow they are just like my ocs. theyre dating behind the scenes haha’ and then forgetting about them. And I get back into the book and find a few other people who are Cath n Korn fans, I get really into Kathcorn Kontent, I draw them more and now they're my favorites <3 My thoughts: they’ve got one of my favorite themes, where the relationship isn’t beneficial to their main goals at all really. They both want to rise the ranks and being In Love with your right hand man isn’t really gonna help with that. Korn’s like one of those edgy guys who says he doesn’t want to get attached to people because it’s Just a Distraction from the Real Goal. And Cathcart’s one of those annoying guys who says he doesn’t want to get attached to people because it’s Just a Distraction from the Real Goal. And then both of them would try to justify it in their own silly ways and eventually have come to terms with it. And its also funny cuz they’re both just The Worst. What makes me happy about them: they are both so lame and evil and sucks that everything they do will be entertaining to me What makes me sad about them: I dont think they can even exist in a way that isn’t destructive to each other and everyone else around them. Not really sad since I focus more on the silly aspect but it could be. Not that they wouldn’t deserve it but it sucks that they have to drag the entire world into their evil love affair </3 Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Nothing they are ALL good i think to be a korn&cath liker you have to already Understand so all the fanfictions will naturally be good bc of that Things I look for in fanfic: For it to exist and for it to center around their inane interactions and just how awful they are but in a #love way My wishlist: I wish we got a scene inside the farmhouse. Just to see what theyre up to 🤔I wish we got the Korn chapter too Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: no one comes to mind. dreedle and peckem My happily ever after for them: their happily ever after is probably promotion and continuing to ruin lives but i think they really have to end up in the farmhouse. They cant have a farmhouse and not just retire there when everything goes wrong. its too convenient and its perfect

Girlcart<3<3<3

How I feel about this character: genderswap of cath that i got really attached to for no reason. Cathcart is interesting as a hypothetical female character since he’s trying to be this stereotypical toughguy all the time but he’s also so dumb and evil and awful. girlcart, i wuv her. she’s so important. She’s just woman cathcart but there’s the added interest of how she ended up as a squadron commander as a woman in the 40s, her relation with masculinity/femininity, whether she becomes more sympathetic when her problems are not all self imposed.. and we need more loser evil women everywhere Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: could it ever be anyone but girlkorn My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: to be honest she wouldnt have many friends but i think her interactions with milo would be funny. i like what we made up about Girl Milo being very ‘this is my 10 step beauty routine you should do it too. buy M&M skincare’ and cathcart being like ‘eww... makeup, gross” but also wanting to impress milo because milo is Successful My unpopular opinion about this character: She deserves everything ever shes so special. girlcart hiii. she sucks and she’s lame One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: there’s no canon bc we just make it all up. but i think her established storyline is growing up and not really belonging anywhere that a Lady(TM) would typically in the 20s-30s, always being second best in the rich east coast elite world and being desperate for some recognition. I think she deserved a friend who wasn’t caught up in the whole status thing Favorite friendship for this character: does milo count? danby? anyone? Korn’s her only friend and cathcart can’t stand her. I’ll be her favorite friend My crossover ship: what would she even cross over into?? she’d need a kornguy that’s all i know.

Saph (OC)

How I feel about this character: Spy character for my main story. She's been around for longer than any character i’ve ever liked ever. I made her in middle school and she was a dragon named Sapphire (hence the Saph) and she’s stayed with me through countless story changes. I dont think because of anythign particularly special about the character but she was my first OC and typical toughgirl undefeatable no-weaknesses character made by a 12-year-old. and i think she retains that in sprit but in practice she’s a total mess. I <3 U saph Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Riya, another oc that i made to be saph’s sidekick also in middle school who i recently decided should #love her. I can’t really see Saph in any romantic situations so they’re either in an awkward purely physical relationship that’s really tragic for Riya or its an equally fail unrequited love situation. Riya’s not very outgoing so she’s kind of stuck with Saph and Saph doesn’t tend to get attached to anyone My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Riya again if you count the weird sexual-platonic thing they’d have going on. but she’s also got her spy team of basically a bunch of frat boys and they like to be Dudes together. I don’t like them tho and a lot of them are basically expendable in the story. rip My unpopular opinion about this character: she could fight 1000 demons and 1000 skeletons & not get scared One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: since her spy team is out trying to kill a politician (other side of the story) i think it would be funny to write the alternate ending where they team up cartoon-style against a Greater Evil. i think the personalities would mesh well (awfully). I think a lot of her problems couldve been avoided too if the spy team had ditched their stupid orders and just gone on the run (which she and riya do in the end anyways) Favorite friendship for this character: i feel like she’s the sort to always Know A Guy wherever they go. but i dont really have anyone specific yet aside from the main characters and their counterparts. So for now im answering Riya for a third time. My crossover ship: i have nothing to cross over except catch 22. im gonna say wintergreen

#c22 #my story tag #sorry this took forever i forgot about it but i was dedicated to doing all of it <3

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dyketubbo · 3 years

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my ask didnt send i am going to murder. anyway BEEP CLASSPECTING... now im thinking abt that and aimsey. from the top of my head/only briefly thinking, beep as rage or void vibes with me? (obvs not the typical rage player you see, more like the nuance we were discussing). and aimsey as a life player?

oooo void beep would be suuper cool :oc rage too, he is very fucking stubborn and does have outbursts rather often (also rage players in canon usually have connections to magic, and then the homestuck rage players all had religious themes so, god stuff). meanwhile void fits beeps heavy "this is all irrelevant and you could never understand any of this", and his own belief that even what he does just doesnt matter. personality under a veil (not necessarily a facade), fundamental inability to understand and truly perceive it all.

id say he doesnt fit rage enough, if only because rage players are fundamentally about survival instinct, and, well. beeps already dead, and he seems to be perfectly fine with the fact that one day he just wont exist at all. hes not scared, though he is easily pissed off, but in the end he just sort of likes messing with shit and being in control. lil dickhead (affectionate)

honestly, since he almost fits rage but not quite, he.. almost acts like a prince of hope (unfortunate eridan kinnie). destroying beliefs and asserting his reality as the Absolute Truth, dragging others like aimsey into his delusions and being in a situation where aimseys putting her faith into him even though hes not a good person because she feels the need to believe in him and connect with him, because she genuinely feels like hes the only friend they have left, and because aimsey wants desperately to believe in what beep is trying to show her, desperately wants to understand. he shuts down things he believes to be false, to the point where he can make them false by simply destroying the problem.

hes a force of outward destruction, destroying what he believes to be flaws in others. theyre heavily defensive, putting everyone beneath them, believing hes the one thats doing it Right, and ultimately, he believes its his right to control things. he doesnt trust anyone, he reacts to any fear he may have with anger, lashes out, and the "TELL. NO ONE" scene almost showcases beep shattering and hurting aimsey before he steps back and give a quick "sorry!". his arc seems to be leading up to him realizing he can care about aimsey, that he can trust her to believe him and in him, and he seems to be dealing with the concept of trusting aimsey with his beliefs

hes definitely not a general hope player, but specifically prince of hope could fit. onto possible void class combos, with, first, the notable fact that we dont know what kind of person beep may have been in the past, other than that he was destructive. we know about some events in his past, and how he feels about them (kinda), but generally, this means hes very versatile and has many class possibilities, depending on how we want to interpret what we do know.

for example, he could be a maid whose now in the apeshit stage, stubborn and repressive. its entirely possible he got so tired of listening to the other spirits that he got to the unhealthy stage, exploded, and now without anything stopping him, hes doing whatever the fuck he wants, because hes decided none of it matters, that its all irrelevant and he doesnt have to care because its his fucking universe and no one can stop him from playing god. he spends his time doing menial things, because to him, its all equally unimportant, so why not waste time? he cuts down unnecessary tasks, weeds out what he finds useless, etc etc. basically, he should still be independent, but he needs to be brought back down to earth (metaphorically), because hes kind of burnt himself out and is now fucking with things because he feels none of it matters anyways

sylph of void sort of works too, mainly his meddling and tendency to shut down anything that could reveal something he doesnt want revealed, as well as shutting down others viewpoints and he covers up shit whenever he wants. his motivations are, really, mostly unknown to us, other than that he seems to think this is fun. otherwise, he also has a tendency to try and fix things he thinks needs fixing (like getting rid of fairies and space creatures), and will often try to fix mistakes he sees in mortals. however, slyphs are ultimately healers, and beep just. is not a healer, and he doesnt necessarily invite creation of void in any way, since void isnt really destruction of anything, and what he does invite is destruction of things. hes also just too active to be a slyph

so, with the previous prince assession, theres also the possibility of him being a prince of light, which would mean he would act more like a void player. hed destroy light with light, destroy the importance of information with information. they strip away the importance of things, uses plain fact to force the perception that nothings really important. he dismisses the importance of things, purposefully acts ignorant to draw away from what he knows, destroys knowledge itself from a power standpoint (wiping aimseys memory), and in extreme cases, can physically destroy anything in his way, or assert over and over that what he said/did isnt real, that nothings true or important other than what hes saying. again, little shit. if i had to make up my mind, i think prince of light fits the most

as for aimsey, i think life does fit him really well, shes definitely got the similar "girl next door" kind of vibes, while still being really interesting in her own right. she definitely starts out as a typical fictional life player, enthusiastic, energetic, genuine, wanting to effect the world. shes a normal girl (and this isnt an insult, rather, her being so normal ties the magical themes of the bear smp together really well, and its a perfect way to use a life player, make them be a catalyst for both the normal life player and eccentric others to shine). however, as she struggles with losing trust in bear and not being treated well, not having anyone that cares about them specifically, the energy starts to falter, but comes back when they feel the need to be rebellious. notably, while aspects arent super literal, she contrasts beep so much in just how alive she is, which fits her being a life player rather well. except, as i said, aspects arent literal, which means aimsey being a life player translates to her showing what life means in a metaphorical sense.

life is about agency. its about what you do, your ability to do so, its about asserting your will. not what drives you, but simply you doing at all. interesting enough, life players can be hard to pin down because life is about desire and agency, while the players class defines their ideology. life players can become obsessed with an idea that they need to do something, that they need to change how systems work, and often can cloak their want to fulfill their individual desires as altruistic want to fulfill others needs and desires (i.e., aimsey wants a friend and someone who pays attention to her and is genuine towards her, she feels like shes found that in beep, and as such starts to cloak her want to be his friend as aimsey wanting to help beep rather than aimsey themself).

as for said class.. this was, hard. because of how heavily influenced life is by the class its paired with, and because aimseys arc right now is trying to deal with feeling like shes too much and unneeded, it means that i have to really consider how that connects with which classes struggles. so, i ended up with sylph. aimsey is a creator, and she tries to heal as well. "allowing creation/healing of life or inviting creation/healing through life". from a literal standpoint, she tries to help bear heal by trying to get him to open up, to live, to make friends and interact with people. this could almost seem like a blood player move, but while a lot of aimseys arc is about bonds and relationships, shes not really a strong connecter or leader, shes just good at inspiring others to be, to her own detriment.

also notably, unhealthy sylphs crave, whether craving more of their own aspect, or craving another aspect when they feel theirs is not enough. aimsey talks a lot about how she grew up doing things by her lonesome, and now that she feels like people are moving on without her, she may be craving blood (that sounds so awful out of context). she wants attachments, wants to be the person that brings everyone together, but.. she isnt, not in a way thats appreciated. and due to her insecurities, she sees this as a flaw within himself, and as something to fix. so, she latches onto beep, and desperately tries to have as much of an effect on their life as they do on hers. like life players in general, sylphs try to solve their problems under the guise of helping someone else with theirs. currently, aimsey seems to be trying to find what she needs to do, because when she tried to do what she thought she needed to do, she (from her perspective) failed, so now shes trying to make up for her perceived failure within herself by trying to help herself through helping beep. i would think into it even more but i think its probably best to just leave it here KEKW

#angel answers #long post #im afraid to count the paragraphs on this one tbh #i dont think its That Much but it felt like it #beep bsmp #aimsey #bear smp #bsmp classpecting #hs

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you-may-call-me-meme · 3 years

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YOUR ANE BABY ON YOUR STORY AHDJANFNW- pls tell us on this beauty (if you're okay with that 👉👈)

OH MY GOD HSJDJDJDJDJDJDJ I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP BUT THIS ASK MADE ME DO A DOUBLE TAKE???? I NEVER GOT TO TALK ABOUT KIMIKO WHEN I ACTIVELY WAS DRAWING HER BUT I THOUGHT ABOUT HER CONSTANTLY THRU 2018-2019??? SHE HAS...PROBABLY THE MOST LORE OUT OF ANY OF MY CHARACTERS SO I HOPE YALL DONT MIND IF I....RAMBLE A BIT UNDER A CUT....

Okay OKAY SO. This lil lady is an Exwire and a student at the true cross academy, training to be a Knight!! She's a nephilim--Like Rin and Yukio!! I based her around a futakuchi onna-- so the main thing she's gained as a half demon is prehensile hair and a mouth at the back of her head!! (Along with like,,, normal half demon strength...the girl is quite stronk haha) she keeps her pointy ears hidden behind her braid....and naturally she keeps her hair very long bc her hair is obviously an asset to her.

so yeah her demon heritage is kept incredibly well hidden--this is mainly bcos her family (apart from her demon mother) is mostly compromised of a long line of very powerful/successful exorcists--SO. her actual Father is dead, so Kimiko was primarily raised by her uncle!!! Actually--due to her family's success she grew up quite comfortably, but also considering her family's background her half demon nature was hidden well from the start. She was always aware of it but thankfully her Uncle's patience and knowledge on demons allowed for Kimiko to have a pretty good understanding of her own strength and powers as she grew up, so she's adept in appearing human because technically her existence as a half demon is pretty taboo especially among her family lineage.....

ANYWAYS. Due to her knowing she's stronger than most she started to kind of feel like,,, inclined to wanting to protect others--which is why she's aiming towards becoming an exorcist in the first place (I actually have another exorcist oc that instills this want to protect others in her!!! A mentor type character but the jist of this is that this person tells kimiko she should use that strength to protect) SO. Her uncle is an exorcist and she has her other exorcist mentor who start training with her quite early on??? By the time she enters the cram school she's already very knowledgeable on most things exorcists need to know along with yknow...combat. was definitely that like "spoiled prodigy" character at first....Shes a very popular person among her class at true cross....like, she has a large following of fellow female students who admire her style?? Shes like a MUCH nicer version of Regina George. I don't know how to explain it differently HEJDJDJDJDJD

PERSONALITY WISE SHES A HUGE SWEETHEART....INTELLIGENT BUT SHE LIKES TO HAVE FUN AND OFTEN GOES AGAINST HER BETTER JUDGMENT....SHE HAS AN IMPULSIVE NATURE I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT HHHHHH

Anyways!!! she actually ends up being great friends with Rin!! Thatd probably like the first thing that kimiko would be involved in considering Rin is the main character sooooo-

She picks up that Rin might not be completely human right away (half demon intuition or some shit--u feel me?) And they actually have alot in common (a similar happy demeanor--they really bond over their love for cooking--and yknow....half demons) SO KIMIKO BEFRIENDS HIM QUITE QUICKLY!!! Rin is the first person to know about Kimiko being a nephilim as well--as she had deduced that Rin was also one himself, and felt comfortable telling him!! I can imagine that they'd also train together too--since Kimiko is also aiming to be a knight and they both use a katana-- Kimiko helps Rin improve his swordmanship skills a little bit GSKDHDJDJDJDJDJDJA

I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO PUT FOR BASIC INFO NOW (BCOS THE REST IS LIKE....MANGA/STORY SO HAHA SPOILERS) BUT UH. SHES ALSO PAIRED WITH YUKIO BCOS IM FULFILLING 12 YEAR OLD MEME'S DREAMS. MmmmmmMmM GLASSES MAN WITH MOLES....AHAHA ONE OF MY MANY TYPES

I ACTUALLY KINDA HAVE A BASIC OUTLINE OF HOW SHE FITS IN WITH THE ACTUAL STORY ARC BY ARC....I EVEN HAVE A WHOLE PLOT TUCKED AWAY FOR HER OWN PERSONAL ARC???? LIKE THATS HOW MUCH THOUGHT I HAVE ON HER ITS INSANE. ITS NEARLY MIDNIGHT AND MY THOUGHTS ARE SUPER JUMBLED BUT UHM. I HOPE THIS IS SUFFICIENT INFO HJHIHUJJJJGJGHFHFG

#WHO IS THIS #WHOEVER THIS IS I WANT TO KISS U RIGHT NOW #W H O M S T #i didnt have to infodump this much but i guess i had alot of bottled feelings for this oc #MY FACE IS RED GSJDJDJDJDJD IVE NEVER TALKED ABOUT A CHARACTER THIS MUCH #THERES SO MUCH I HAVENT COVERED HERE BUT WE GOT MOM DRAMA IN A PERSONAL ARC COS HER MOM IS ALSO DEFINITELY A VILLAN #BUT HER MOM IN GENERAL IS A WALKING SPOILER S O.#MY BRAIN ISNT MAKING ANYMORE WORDS BUT WHOEVER THIS ANON IS ILY #YOU FED THE FLAMES OF AN OLD OBSESSION FGHJKJHGFSDFGHJK HOW DARE SOMEONE ENABLE ME #IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE ITS BCOS ITS LITERALLY MIDNIGHT AND TOMMOROW IS A HOLIDAY DAMN I NEED TO SLEEP #all this ane talk makes me wanna make an exwire/exorcist au for my poke ocs.....two pieces of comfort media rolled into one ahaha #ask

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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 4 years

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Wicked Lovely

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!OC

Warnings: party, rave, alcohol, abusive parent

Chapter summary: Harry and Althea's first encounter

Wicked Lovely Prologue

A/N: hello! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry if it's not what you expected, just have to lay the foundation for the story. Thank you so much for taking the time to read it, please let me know your thoughts💕

]"A rave?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow as he looked at the sheet of neon green paper Mitch had handed to him. His friend nodded, leaning down to shoot the ball in front of him. Harry cursed mentally as Mitch got two balls in the side pockets. Mitch was great at pool.

They were in a sports bar, it was relatively empty, aside from a few other patrons. They were the only ones playing pool at the moment.

"It'll be fun." Mitch prompted him, "drinks, girls, music, dancing. You might like it." Harry smirked, bending forward to take his turn.

"....everyone's gonna be there," Hannah tugged Althea behind her as they entered Grate's. It was their usual weekday lunch spot, nothing like greasy burgers and crispy fries before going back to work a job you hate. "What's the harm in going?" She asked Althea as they took their usual seats at the bar.

"My dad will have an aneurism." Althea said quietly. It wasnt that she didn't want to go. She did. But she was afraid of her father. What he would and could do.

"Althea you're 22 years old. You're an adult." She shrugged.

"His house, his rules." Hannah shook her head, tapping her nails on the counter. Althea really hated the sound, it grated on her already high strung nerves.

"Sure mate...maybe it'll be alright." Harry said, pulling a twenty from his pocket and handing it to Mitch.

"That's what I'm talking about." Mitch chuckled, smirking at his friend. Harry laughed along, picking up his beer to finish it off. As he lifted his eyes away from Mitch he saw her.

And she saw him.

If there ever was such a thing as electricity and sparks, this was their moment. Harry felt his lips part and sucked in sharply as their eyes met. The image of her sitting at the bar becoming seared into his brain.

She wore a black t shirt, loose but flattering to her body and ripped blue Jean's rolled on the bottom. Her shoes were converse and her hair was as dark as espresso coffee. He couldn't make out the color of her eyes, but if Angel's existed he was sure she was one of them.

"Harry?" Mitch said, waving his hand in front of his friend's face. Harry jerked, eyes snapping away from her quickly. Mitch followed his gaze, whistling low when he saw the girls. "Well they are gorgeous aren't they?" He handed Harry his coat.

"Yeah," he replied, shoving his arms through the sleeves. "She is."

Althea's heart pounded as she watched the boy leave the bar, heading out the door with his friend. She wasn't sure why, but something in her wanted to chase after him. It was a scary feeling.

"Althea?" Hannah asked, grabbing her friend's attention. "Just think about it okay? You might have fun." Althea smiled, choosing to let go of the stranger for now.

"Sure Hannah. Yeah."

Home was not a place Althea enjoyed being. As Hannah pulled up outside the red bricked house Althea could feel the anxiety that usually plagued her every time she came back. If there was a hell this was truly hers.

"Hey..." hannah said softly, "I'll pick you up at eleven alright?" Althea nodded, opening the door. " be strong! You got this!" Hannah shouted after her.

The house was quiet as Althea entered it. The familiar smell of incense filling her nose as she shut the door behind her, hoping to tip toe up to her room.

"Althea?" A gruff voice called as she tried to sneak past the living room. She groaned quietly, turning on her heel to see her father.

He stood in front of his lazy boy chair, eyes blood shot, shirt drenched in sweat. He looked as though he hadn't showered in a couple days. "Althea where were you?" He asked. His voice was gentle, but the demanding nature beneath the words were throw at her, daring her to lie.

"Work. Remember dad?" He scoffed, picking up his beer and chugging the rest of it. Althea grimaced in disgust as he let the liquid dribble down his chin. "I was at work....but...but I'm going out later tonight as well. I'll be back home tomorrow after work," she hoped to convey confidence in her voice, but the way it cracked revealed that she was faking. Marcus Martinez narrowed his eyes at her, she watched as he grit his teeth, clenching and clenching his fists.

"There's a boy....there's a boy isn't there?" He snarled. Althea backed up as he began to slowly make his way to her.

"N-no dad. I'm going out with Hann-" he lunged at her, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her towards him. The foul odor of his body, beer and cigarettes nearly made her vomit.

"They can smell you. They come sniffing the second you become a woman. I know. Well you arent going. You're staying here. I won't have you whoring yourself out like your mother." He snarled, spittle flying. He grabbed her face as she tried to fight her off, squeezing her cheeks between his fingers so hard her teeth cut into her flesh.

"D...daddy please." She begged.

"You're my little girl." He said slowly, dangerously. "You're mine. And if you're thinkin' of runnin' I'll do to you what I should have done to your mother before she ever got the chance to run." With that threat he let go of her, shoving her to the floor. Althea laid her face down on the cool hardwood, watching the shadows of her father's footsteps retreat, the slamming of the front door as he left.

Once he was gone she cried, slamming her fists against the floor in anger. She hated her life. She hated her father. She hated her mother. And she hated herself. Hated that she didn't have the balls to just walk out. Because as evil as her father could be, he was still her dad. And right now, that was all she had.

"Al?" Her father opened the door to her room only slightly, peering in at his only daughter. She lie in bed, covered up on her side. He entered quietly, a glass of water in his hand. "Al?" He said again, sitting down beside her and placing the glass on her bedside table. She didn't respond, the only movement from her was the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply.

"Al I'm sorry....I know I've got a problem. I'm gonna go to AA.....just don't give up on me. Dont abandon me like your mother did. I need you." With that he placed a kiss on her hair and left the room, turning the light off behind him.

As soon as he shut the door Althea rolled onto her back, throwing her blanket off of herself. She felt like such a cringey teenage cliche as she got up and snuck over to her window. She could see Hannah's car parked on the side walk, sitting idly waiting for her.

She had never snuck out before, and she felt ridiculous doing it now, but her father's threat weighed heavily on her and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Hey!" She said breathlessly, hopping into Hannah's car. Hannah observed her friend, she wore a ripped and faded AC/DC t shirt, black skinny Jean's and combat boots. Hannah whistled teasingly.

"Lookin' good sista! Ready to go?" Althea nodded, unable to hide the excitement she felt.

The rave was in an abandoned industrial building on the outskirts of town. Althea couldn't believe how many people were there as Hannah pulled up and parked. Music thumped from within the building, lights flashing brightly and illuminating the darkness outside.

People sat on their cars, in their cars, talking and dancing without a care in the world. Hannah tugged Althea along towards the building, pulling her into the crowded space.

Althea's senses were assaulted all at once. The music pounded through her body as lights flashed and glowed brightly in front of her, the smell of sex and alcohol filling the air. She clung to Hannah as they made their way through the crowd towards the bar.

"Hey!" Hannah shouted at the bartender as they sat down. "Two shots of tequila please!"

"Hannah no," Althea tried to protest.

"Its just one shot Al. You'll be fine." Hannah thanked the bartender as he handed her the shots, she pushed one small glass into her friend's hand, raising her own. "To you! Finally getting out!" Hannah shouted proudly. Althea couldn't help but laugh and clink their glasses together before downing the shot. Althea grimaced at the taste, coughing as it burned her throat.

"Ugh." She groaned. Hannah chuckled.

"You feel like dancing?" She asked. Althea shook her head.

"I'm just gonna sit here for a bit. You go ahead!" Hannah gave her a thumbs up before disappearing into the crowded dancefloor.

I can't believe I'm actually here. Althea thought to herself. She smiled smugly, turning back to ask the bartender for another shot.

She felt a presence suddenly, taking the seat Hannah had been in. Althea turned, her eyes slowly taking in the person beside her only to feel her breath catch in her throat.

It was the boy from the sports bar earlier. He smiled down at her easily, his green eyes darkened by the shadows in the room.

"Hi." He said, she caught the accent, it was smooth and rolled easily off his tongue.

"Hi." She said, her mind blank. Of all the things that could happen in the world....

" 'm Harry," he said, extending his hand.

"Althea," she said, shaking it. His hand was warm, calloused and his grip was firm as he shook her hand, holding onto it for a moment longer than he needed to.

"That's a beautiful name," he said. "I saw you earlier....at the restaurant. Is your friend here?" Althea felt her heart drop. Of course he would be interested in Hannah. She was gorgeous, blonde hair blue eyes. She tried to hide her disappointment.

"I'm sure you can find her in the crowd," she answered. "She wanted to dance." Althea went to turn back to the bar but Harry stopped her.

"That's alright. I wanted to talk to you. Just didn't know if you came alone..."

Althea looked out at the dancefloor, aware of Harry's eyes on her. "So....how come you're not dancing?" She asked finally, trying to continue the conversation. He just continued to look at her, the way he focused on her, like she was the only one in the room made her stomach flip. She had never met someone with such intense eyes.

"No one's asked me."

"Oh."

Althea nodded as an awkward silence began to grow between the two of them. She wasn't sure what he wanted from her, but she was curious.

"Do you...do you want to go outside?" Althea asked. "I mean...its quieter, we can talk better out there." He shrugged, taking her hand in his, he led her away from the bar and out the door.

The air was cool and welcome. Althea gulped deeply, loving the feel of cold fresh air in her lungs. Harry held her hand still, pulling her towards the parking lot. They walked over to a black Corvair parked near the entrance if the rave.

"This is your car?" Althea asked impressed. It was vintage, but refurbished, the seats black leather. It all looked brand new. Harry smiled proudly, opening to door for Althea to sit in the passenger seat.

"Yeah," Harry said proudly as he got in on the other side. "Saw 'er in the junkyard and thought she had potential....I rebuilt her from the ground up."

"Wow." Althea said impressed. Harry smirked

"It's really not that impressive." His voice was deep, his accent thick but beautiful, it made her stomach churn and twist to hear him speak.

"Are you from England?" Althea asked, "your accent?"

"Yeah...yeah I am.'

"Are your parents still there?" She didn't see the twitch in Harry's jaw or the way his hands flexed on the steering wheel, knuckles going white then relaxing again.

"Yeah...I'm here with me band. We've been tourin' playing bars, colleges...you know."

"Living that rockstar life?" Althea teased.

"Maybe." Harry chuckled. "What 'bout your parents?" He asked.

"My um..." Althea drew a blank, what about her parents? "I live with my dad...my mom left a long time ago. It's just me and him." She looked down at the floor trying to hide her discomfort.

"Seem like a nice enough girl....why do ya look so sad?" Harry asked, he could see there was something, maybe akin to the pain he himself felt. Whatever it was that had sparked his attraction to her, it was familiar. They were familiar. Althea sighed.

"Because....You seem like a nice enough guy....and I'm probably never going to see you again." She couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice. As long as her father was around she would never be allowed to have a normal life.

"It doesn't have to be like that." Harry reached out, gently placing his hand over hers. "I saw you at that sports bar...you looked at me and I felt something I never had before." His eyebrows knit as he tried to explain himself. "It was like electricity. I couldn't take my eyes off you." Althea was thankful for the darkness, he couldn't see the blush splashed across her cheeks as his words hung heavy in the air. She wanted to tell him she felt the same, that feeling of deja vu, like they had met before.

"I think," she started. "I should probably find Hannah and go home."

"You havent even danced yet." Harry joked. Althea shrugged, smiling at the green eyed boy.

"It's just...it's getting late." She said, gesturing to her watch. Harry took her hand, placing her wrist gently in his palm as he set her watch back an hour. Althea gave him a confused look, he only smiled.

"Time is an illusion." He whispered, he dropped her hand, reaching up instead to brush her hair from her face. "We have as much or as little of it as we want." Harry was so close to her face now she could feel the warmth of his breath, smell the mint of his gum. He held her gaze, not allowing her to look away, a slow smile spreading across her face as she felt herself giving in.

"Okay." After all, time is an illusion.

Marcus had gone in to check on Althea. Only to find her bed empty and her window open. The rage that built within him stormed and thrashed. How could she do this to him. Betray him like this. He sat in his lazy boy, living room dark as his thoughts screamed and his blood rose and boiled.

"If you're going to act like your mother." He grumbled darkly. "Then I'll do to you what I should have done to her."

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles #solo harry #harry styles serial killer au #harry styles fine line #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fandom #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine

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charmspoint · 4 years

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Got tagged by @autumn-foxfire to do this ask game :3c

Name your top 5 favorite anime/manga! (or cartoons/shows if you’re not into anime and manga)

Here we go!

1. Beastars – Haru is right there in my profile pic you can't expect anything else. The anime is perfectly fine and I adore the op and the ed but it’s the manga where it’s really at. It remains one of the only manga where I could consistently keep up despite not being hugely involved with the fandom and I adore the world, I adore the characters and most of all I adore the expressions. The anime really suffers from having to be pretty and not allowing for the amount of stupid goat faces Louis makes, or Legosi’s puppy excitability or Haru just being a fucking wierdo. The only complaint I have is that I wish the girls got more screen time, they are amazing every time they appear I just wish they had more of a chance to. Especially Juno, Juno really suffered from being just dropped out of the plot. Also one of the lions’ should have been Louis’ age so they could have been gay together, like ye Louis’s ending makes sense but you will never be able to take away ‘I feel more at ease surrounded by male carnivores then with a female herbivore’, just let Louis be gay oh my god, even his fucking dad saw it. Anyway Beastars is great and I love it very much and I am very sad it’s done ;-;

2. Re: Creators – I have very conflicted opinions about this one, despite it being number two. I really owe it an objective rewatch because the second part of it really slapped me in the face with the sudden boatload of fanservice so much that it soured my opinion on it through the rest of the show. Paired with both of my favs getting the short end of the stick in two different ways, by the end of Re Creators I was left with a rather bitter taste in my mouth so I really want to see how it holds up once I know what will happen. So why is it so high up if all I do is complain about it? The first part was just that amazing. It was the first and only time I watched an anime and felt ‘wow this was written for ME, this was written with someone like me in mind’. A story has never felt so personal and so lovingly crafted and I just adored every bit of it and god every time I think about the good aspects of it I want to sit down and rewatch it again to reevaluate the bad. In the end it felt personal, it felt like it was speaking to me and it felt heartfelt and cared for and that for me is something special. Also Magane really needs her own show, like I remember thinking ‘shes izaya but better’ and if that doesn’t scream she needs her own show I don’t know what does. Still bitter at the way they just dropped her at the end my god.

3. Durarara – This one has been a giant in my fandom experience. I wrote my first fanfiction for Durarara and one of very indulgent self-insert stories lead to me roleplaying in private for the first time and the person I roleplayed with eventually introduced me to group roleplay (Blu if ur reading this I love u <3) so it kinda lead to the way I’m mostly active in fandom today and some of my favorite OC’s originated from making Durarara OC’s not to mention Izaya remaining one of my favorite characters ever and someone who I look to whenever I want to make a fun villain. Durarara is a show that is filled with complex human interactions and at some points it really seems like a love letter to humanity. We are all weird, we all have our rich inner lives, even people who look ordinary get up to some stuff you would never have guessed, that’s what it feels like it’s saying. I don’t know there is no objective way to talk about it because it’s been so ingrained in my fandom experience it will simply always remain one of my favorites, no two ways about it. The fics I wrote for Durarara when I was a teen were cringy af and horribly planned but I received so much positive comments and support and I think that always remained a big part of why I kept on writing and why I felt that writing is something that I’m good at. Even now, knowing how bad they were it just motivates me more to keep on improving and whenever I feel down about my writing I always think ‘well people liked that trash and this is better so some people will like this too’. It’s also the reason why I can’t stand cringe culture, honestly I think I’m even more grateful to all the people who saw my baby fics went ‘yikes that’s edgy’ and then didn’t comment, those guys were the real troopers.

4. Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki- Kun – number four is where the going gets tough because of my poor memory and differentiating shows I watched, remembered and liked, from shows that left some kind of impact. Nozaki-kun is a dumbass comedy anime/manga and it’s the only manga I can remember ever making me consistently laugh at loud and I feel that that earns it number four spot well enough. The characters are all just lovable and stupid and lovably stupid, and I honestly can’t say there is a pair I dislike. Like it never feels like ‘oh its x character chapter yawn’ it’s always a fun time no matter what the matchup is. I don’t have anything smart to say about it, it makes me laugh, it’s a good time, it doesn’t take itself seriously I love it.

5. Servamp – this really shouldn’t be here because I stopped halfway through the manga and STILL haven’t caught up. But Servamp is the manga that’s constantly on my mind and I never stop thinking ‘man I really should catch up’. The only reason I haven’t is cuz I’m so terribly bad at reading stuff online even though the arc I left off was tense and I really want to know what happened with Tsurugi and Wrath was just given a time to shine and aaaaa one day I’ll catch up. There’s really nothing to say about this show, it’s dumbass vampire shonen and I’m really not sure why I like it so much. The character designs are fun and on point and anime is kinda horrible CUZ THEY DIDN’T PUT IN A WHOLE ARC WHO DOES THAT, but the op is delightfully edgy and the ed is a shameless high school theater style rip off of the kekkai sensen sen ed which is just amazing in how bad and awkward it is. This ed is such awkward dumb trash and I somehow just love it more for it, like it’s so bold about being a trashy rip off, bby what is you doing. Honestly I can’t say anything objective about this series cuz it’s been so long since I actually read it but it lives in my head rent free and that must count for something. Slaps gold star on.

I feel like I should also mention Bnha cuz its the fandom I’m most active in but hvhjvj I mostly like the fanside of BNHA rather than the show itself. For the show itself i think its good with some great moments but that’s about it. I’m just here for fan shit cuz hori made such a wonderful sandbox.

Imma tag @megacarapa @prince-liest @viiyverns-den @livie-stark @lanamnesis and honestly whoever else wants to do this because i dont feel like doing so many tags anymore, i just have a lot of people whos answers i’m interested in uwu

#damn i rant so much #do i have a tag for my stuff #lucy rants #now i do

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loyally-unfaithful · 4 years

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—; sticky fingers

word count: 1090

pairing: connor | rk800/oc

genre: gen

summary: « oh wait, where's...? the detective exclaimed as they rummaged through their bag. i must've-- sorry i really need to... they trailed off. wait here. »

the android simply nodded as he watched the figure scurry away to some part of the precinct.

in the meantime, he found a few things to distract himself with: rhythmically tapping the desk, fidgeting with his coin... he glanced up at the decorated desk and saw a prompt: [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] should he...?

a/n: trying to unblock myself and start writing again... so i decided to write some oc x canon stuff as tiny exercise... kinda funny thing that i wrote to also flesh out my oc in a way,,,? ya boi fell in a hole of oc x canon that he thought he would avoid for the longest of times lmao,,, one (1) android controls my life end me,,, in case you do decide to read this, tiny pointers to not be confused: - in this au connor, 60, and rk900 are deviant and work at the DPD. since they're considered rookies (only started officially working as a detective for about a month) they're assigned partners; connor with hank, conan (rk900) with gavin, colin (60) with my oc esmé. - this ficlet mentions my friend's (miusmius) oc, Ona Boix, who is also a detective at the DPD (i included her in the artwork, and by default in this work)... i don't own her, she doesn't belong to me... mius dont sue me pls

i think that's about it? hope you enjoy this silly thing.

{ [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] }

the desk itself is relatively neat, sheaf of paper stacked together and tucked away neatly on one side of the table. other personable belongings such as potted plants, picture frames, and a small owl statuette are organised meticulously. office supplies are placed in cups and holders, not a single item out of place. upon closer inspection, however, the android noticed one item that was not like the other: unnoticeable at first, there was a black pen amidst the others that resembled his… the fountain pen he lost a few days ago.

[ ａｎａｌｙｓｉｎｇ... ] [ ᴬᴺᴬᴸᵞˢᴵˢ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴸᴱᵀᴱ: ᴸᴬᴹᵞ 2000 ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ, ᴾᴿᴼᴰᵁᶜᵀ ᶜᴼᴰᴱ ᴸᴹᵞ-ᴸ01ᴱᶠ ]

he pushed aside the rest of the result, ignoring the trivial information such as material (black polycarbonate—makrolon and stainless steel), and swiped the pen up, inspecting the pen’s body. on it was a delicately etched “connor anderson”, coining it as his pen; the one that was gifted to him. stuffing it into his pocket, he now realised how much of the detective’s belongings weren’t actually theirs: hank’s music player, det. collins’ notepad, and headphones he swore he last saw with officer chen. baffled at how no one has noticed yet, he collected said items to be returned after. though most of the stolen goods are of little value and easily replaceable, he settled to discuss the detective’s kleptomaniac tendencies with them soon.

continuing his inspection, he noted the multiple flyers and notes that adorned the detective’s magnetic board: small notices and stickers from past concert—panic! at the disco (which he found out was a well known alternative rock artist who managed to keep his career afloat even after the popularisation of android bands) and others, both popular and indie, of differing languages.

a small timetable and calendar marked a few important dates, circled and annotated accordingly. a small to-do list is taped near it, date at the top right corner. most of the writing is smudged—[ ᴿᵁᴺᴺᵞ ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ? ˢᴹᵁᴰᴳᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴺᶜᴵᴸ? ] – “buy food for paris after work” it seemed odd that the detective still took on-paper reminders when a digital alternative was available, not to mention broadcasting them in full view. – “concert Jules 8:30 pm [sic.]” but perhaps they simply preferred the act of physically writing them down, or leaving behind a trace of their last location in the off chance that something happened… who was this “jules”? he decided not to look the person up, though curiosity was tempting. he resisted the urge (that his non-deviant self would have complied to immediately) if not to give the detective their privacy. he trusted them enough to know that they’d tell him about this individual if they need to.

on the top left corner of the board was a sticky note that wasn’t quite like the others: instead of the neat, smooth lines that was characteristic of their handwriting, this one was a messy scrawl that made it almost illegible—detective reed’s handwriting. under it was a smaller sticky note, belonging to the desk’s owner, which read “asshole”. « succinctly put » the android thought with a small smile of amusement.

the final object, which was a more recent addition to the heavily decorated board was a photograph of a recent birthday “party”, which was more of a potluck to be quite honest. his smile remained, and one may even note that it has become marginally brighter as his features softened. a photograph annotated with the raven haired detective’s commentary (entire precinct made up of loose canons—which wasn’t exactly wrong in his mind), which showcased the coworkers being together and celebrating hank’s birthday (while det. reed sulks on a kitchen counter, frustrated. the android chuckled at the annotations, “trash” is right.).

he scanned through each individual: his “brothers”, colin and conan—taken aback slightly at the fact that the three were called fucko 1-through-3; det. boix and officer chen (titled queens—fittingly as both were incredible at their work, though he sometimes wonder why officer chen still hasn’t been promoted yet…); the man he considers his father—lt. hank anderson—“world’s okayest dad” seeming like an understatement (though he’s quite sure it’s joke shared among the detective and the lieutenant); the two canines—sumo (the best saint bernard there ever was) and paris (the best german shepherd there ever was), and finally the desk’s owner themselves: det. esmé thomas, the person he’s waiting for right now. the picture was a slightly candid one (he didn’t recall being informed that they were going to have their picture taken), but he felt a sense of peace in seeing the group’s genuine joy being captured. it was nice to see them enjoying each other’s presence (some had a harder time showing it, though reed was slowly coming around) after the chaos a few months ago.

« hey, i’m back! sorry for making you wait... we can go now, suggested a voice from his far right. he turned his head to face its source before nodding. – alright. »

unlike hank, esmé preferred to drive in complete silence, the only sounds audible were the traffic outside and the thrumming of the car engine. after a few moments, the detective restarted the conversation: « did you have fun snooping around my desk? they asked playfully. – i was merely inspecting it… i noticed it had a new picture on it, he answered truthfully. – yup, they smirked, you like it? it was from last weekend. – it was certainly amusing, what with the flavour text. – ah, i was hoping you’d say that fucko #1, they chuckled. – so we’re a precinct filled with loose canons? he pushed playfully, rolling his eyes. – i don’t see you disagreeing, they replied, glancing briefly at the android. – touché. »

a moment of silence passed as the conversation died once more, the quietness accompanying them in their drive. but it was fine. it was a comfortable silence as they waited to reach their destination. a question was, however, on the tip of the android’s tongue for what would’ve been the entire ride so far, so he decided to ask them: « i’ve been meaning to ask you… he started. the driver made a « hmm? » to inform the passenger that they were listening. – but why are you wearing detective reed’s sunglasses? he pointed at the accessory on the detective’s shirt collar. »

the question goes unanswered and the android gives up on the thought of ever getting a reply, when the person besides him answered determinedly, not a hint of shame in their voice as they admitted the theft: « it was shiny and i wanted it. »

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pointedly-foolish · 4 years

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[ stíckч fíngєrs ]

word count: 1090

pairing: connor | rk800/oc

genre: gen

summary: « oh wait, where's...? the detective exclaimed as they rummaged through their bag. i must've-- sorry i really need to... they trailed off. wait here. »

the android simply nodded as he watched the figure scurry away to some part of the precinct.

a/n: trying to unblock myself and start writing again... so i decided to write some oc x canon stuff as tiny exercise... kinda funny thing that i wrote to also flesh out my oc in a way,,,? ya boi fell in a hole of oc x canon that he thought he would avoid for the longest of times lmao,,, one (1) android controls my life end me,,, in case you do decide to read this, tiny pointers to not be confused: - in this au connor, 60, and rk900 are deviant and work at the DPD. since they're considered rookies (only started officially working as a detective for about a month) they're assigned partners; connor with hank, conan (rk900) with gavin, colin (60) with my oc esmé. - this ficlet mentions my friend's (@miusmius) oc, Ona Boix, who is also a detective at the DPD (i included her in the artwork, and by default in this work)... i don't own her, she doesn't belong to me... mius dont sue me pls

the drawing was made cuz i wanted to do a challenge where i draw a bunch of different ppl lol

i think that's about it? hope you enjoy this silly thing.

{ [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] }

[ ａｎａｌｙｓｉｎｇ... ] [ ᴬᴺᴬᴸᵞˢᴵˢ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴸᴱᵀᴱ: ᴸᴬᴹᵞ 2000 ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ, ᴾᴿᴼᴰᵁᶜᵀ ᶜᴼᴰᴱ ᴸᴹᵞ-ᴸ01ᴱᶠ ]

« hey, i’m back! sorry for making you wait... we can go now, suggested a voice from his far right. he turned his head to face its source before nodding. – alright. »

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blankdblank · 5 years

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After This - Thranduil Request

Anon

I would absolutely love if you did a thranduil story. I’m hoping for angst, drama. Having him push his one away to the point of her giving up and walking away.

Oc is fine , elf for race. And it can be pre hobbit or after is really ok. I’m looking for somewhere between bleak and ending somewhere in the middle between happy and sad

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Not my usual Thranduil Fluff fest. Closer to a bleak/impending drama type ending. Please let me know what you think. :D

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On the brink of tears you sat in your seat silently in the table across from the Elf you had spent the night prior with, one now publicly celebrating a betrothal to the Elleth beside him. For all he had promised, for all you had planned you had been cast aside. Since the first time you’d granted him a kiss on your cheek your progression came quickly and for you there was no need for public flaunting. Something you now regretted as the Parents of the Elf you had sworn your heart to had signed his away in a move to raise themselves form common merchants to a lower class of Nobles. Far lower than your relatives and you claimed.

Music was called for and in your usual invisible fashion your eyes were focused on the glass in front of you, the wine you could not touch for the toast of a fruitful marriage you had hoped your position could have secured the marriage between you. But his silence had greatly lowered the rank his kin could have achieved, one of the reasons, unknown to you that he would never allow a union with you for merely a title alone.

Silence seemed to cling to you even in this boisterous crowd as the music began after the toast had been finalized signaling the crowds to fill the dance floor, a perfect cover for your rise and walk to your home in the opposite end of the girdled Kingdom of Doriath. A retreat you had planned, and with your burning tear filled eyes you walked alone to collect your already packed belongings, missing the icy blue eyes searching over the crowd in hopes of explaining what had happened and why he had decided not to marry you. For all his well wishes he had unknowingly damned you to an eternity of scorn and solitude, at least to everyone outside of the life you were carrying.

Your One, who should have done everything to protect and ensure your lasting happiness and comfort had shattered your trust and faith in any around you, for now solitude in the great void of the lands you had no knowledge of around you beckoned you closer into its lonely loving arms. Fleeing the painful past few months of his snide comments and short temper always followed by a rush to cling to you once again promising never again only to fail once more shoving the figurative sword in your chest deeper yet again. With Elven betrothal ceremonies you had known what would come next, with the night long celebration and a marriage at dawn signaling their everlasting future together beginning. With all your heart you wished him the best, even as your One you couldn’t curse him with the ill will he had so painfully shown you and now obviously blatant efforts to drive you away.

Away he wishes me, away I will be.

Your hands folded around the buttons securing your gown you slipped out of and pulled on long layers of clothing and hidden armor lined with mithril hoping you would find some place to live before the life you were carrying made the layers useless for your protection. Heavily your bags hung on your back under your bow and quiver before you turned to leave. With the celebrations the gates weren’t as greatly guarded, not that with the enchanted girdle on Doriath they needed guarding but it seemed more out of habit than anything. Through the massive open gates you passed, feeling the cold pop of the barrier sealing you outside of your homeland making your lip quiver. Biting your lip you turned and shut your eyes for the first five steps of your new life alone.

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Awkwardly you managed to find your way to a giant rocky crevice holding a winding set of caves you eyed the large pack of wolves inside. Each glowing set of eyes in the setting sun scanned over you with inspecting sniffs taking in the details they could learn of you, all of which signaled the largest twin males leading the two combined packs to nudge you inside their largest cave as it began to drizzle. Quietly they grouped around you after you had eaten from the pack of lembas in your smaller bag and laid down to try and sleep for the night. Warmly they huddled around you to help protect you and your future Children from the early morning chill and with your breakfast their leaders linked their minds to yours promising you protection until you decided which way to go. Their kind offer brought more tears from you as you wracked your mind for just a direction to head in.

Nightfall however broke your peace as distant screams and explosions were heard, the sheer agony of them beckoned you to the mouth of the cave before the sight of a group of armed Elves brought you to your knees with the Wolves grouping around you shielding you from sight as fires grew in the distance. At their passing you sat silently weeping as the cries and screams died off until only a set of young cries remained. In a moment you and the females in the group raced out into the woods for the source of the noise your Motherly instincts sent you after. Weaving between the trees you avoided the fleeing animals escaping the fires until two bound Princes were located in the tall knotted roots. Elured and Elurin peered up at you recognizing you at once allowing you to unbind and raise them in your arms and race off again. With fires nearing all was gathered and the pack joined you on your voyage into the unknown.

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Months you traveled, struggling to keep your growing bump covered safely under your armor, crossing the borders of lands holding several different races and people you stole glimpses of before returning to your wandering. Farther and farther East you went until you awoke one day in the seemingly endless forest you had found to the thunderous steps of an Ent that had discovered you and your pack. The large bark coated cheeks rose through his slow greeting and hand folding over his chest through a nod sending his long beard into sway. Treebeard was all he called himself and all he asked was, “These lands belong to me and my herd of trees, is there a land you are passing to?”

The dry and chapped lips you had parted releasing a soft wavering breath, “We have no home to pass to. Doriath was destroyed months ago.”

With a nod of his head he replied, “I see. We have a couple caves in our lower borders you might claim, and fallen branches could be gathered to aid in building you a home.”

You nodded and rose to your feet holding the hands of the boys at your sides for the long walk to the large set of caves you joined the Wolves inside claiming the smaller cave near the entrance as they took the larger ones in the rear. Easily a large sheet of pelts from the prey the pack had granted you was hung as a door over the entrance. Luckily the ground and walls were set up in a way to form room borders you were slowly able to add to with fallen branches you split and wove together forming half walls, cabinets and eventually a table and chairs to eat on. Day after day your bed of pelts and soft moss you and the wolves had gathered beside a smaller bed you had formed for what you could only imagine to be the twins you were carrying grew and became more and more uncomfortable to get out of the larger you grew.

No longer able to wear anything but your elder adopted Cousin Gil-galad’s flowing deep silver shirt, accented with shimmering emerald vines embroidered along the hems, from his last visit when he’d lent it to you when you’d fallen from a tree tearing your dress nearly in half in a race with him and his Brother Funduilas. The pair of them, since the passing of their Mother were entrusted to your Father’s care and grew beside you accepting you as their own kin but always being reminded by their Father no greater ties than a Cousin were to be claimed or they also would be entrusted to approving of your future Husband. A task your Father would never release from being his to claim.

Painfully their faces and voices burned into your mind as they left to return to their Father’s home again to begin the final stages of their training, and in your solitude you resigned yourself that they deemed you dead and for all you knew had fallen themselves, but your pain not once allowed you to imagine the fate of the Father of your Children. Not once would he hold them and you could almost hear their fevered shout of hatred at your decision parting you forever.

Little hands were clasped in yours for the walk to the nearby stream to bathe the pair. Subtly you managed to wince away the cramp growing in your side, at least until you reached the stream and the world went dark as your knees buckled at the next wave of triple the pain of the cramp coursing through your body. A sharp gasp later and a pair of distant boots sounded in their race closer to you as you blinked the frightened boys into focus in front of you. With a smile you stated, “Rin, Red, I believe the Little Ones are coming. Don’t be frightened.”

As they heard the racing figure nearing they ducked behind you at your urging until the young blonde came into view and bowed his head lowly thirty feet away after dropping his bow and quiver. Cautiously his head rose and he met your eyes stating, “I am Amroth, Son of Amdir, I saw you fall to your knees. If I might, with your permission, guide you back home to the safety of your kin.”

Anxiously you replied, “We have no kin. Just ourselves.”

He wet his lips fidgeting his hands, then responded, “Might I escort you back to your shelter, and I have, in my company of five two healers that would assist you in your birth.”

Unable to refuse you nodded, hoping he would hold to his word and watched him cautiously shoulder his quiver and bow then move to you slowly to cradle you in his arms and raise you for the walk with the boys at your side. Above you he asked, “What might I call you My Lady?”

You wet your lips and spoke the name your One had been the last to call you, “Lilótëa.”

As he crossed another sinking branch he stole another glimpse of your shimmering silver swaying curls shifting over his arm across your back and said, “There is no one to aid you in raising your Children?”

You shook your head stating a truth covering a more scandalous one, “I lost my One, and Doriath fell.”

With a nod Amroth left it at that and stated, “My company will be passing through back to Lorien, it is not far, nearly a week of travel, should you require or wish for safer lands to raise your Children My Ada will welcome you.”

You tried to smile up at him but another pang of pain had you clutching the hilt of his sword against your side tightly before you released it through a steady inhale, “Thank you for your offer. I will not forget it.”

Around the cave Amroth eyed the wolves gathering and sniffing the air at his sighting, on his left Red tugged on his pant leg saying, “They won’t hurt us. We live together.”

You peered up at him, “They granted me shelter when I fled and decided to travel with us.”

Gently he lowered you into your bed and then slipped out of the cave and raced to gather his healers and return. By morning two shrill cries echoed through the happily rustling forest around you and you cradled your mirror images, silver haired purple eyed Daughters with only a set of antlers on their heels marking their Father’s line tying them to him at all. Beside you Rin and Red smiled at the girls as you softly named them, “Ninquelótë and Niphredil.” With their names they happily cooed and curled their hands around your fingers and nuzzled into your tear laced kisses.

Years passed and with their growth your title had changed, no longer a fallen Daughter to one of the first born High Kings but marked as the Wolf Queen. Known far and wide as protector of the vast stretch of forest slowly shrinking but still remaining named Fangorn. Your only contact being the travelers heading to Lothlorien until Gondor and Rohan were born in the Second Age with Rivendell in the distance not long before. All of whom gladly stuck to your laws of not harming your lands or the massive wolf pack within filling all the caves throughout as the legend of your army of identical soldiers grew each year from four to thousands.

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The Third Age had been well under way when a certain grey cloaked Wizard crossed his Cousin Radagast’s land to enter your domain. His eyes ever scanning his surroundings until a set of twins each with interlocked hands eyed the visitor they led straight to you. A humble plea was offered, simply render aid to a group of wronged Dwarves. You knew the feeling well, homeless and cast off scraping for what you could manage to raise your now grown and married Children you hoped to one day grant you the blessing of helping them raise their Children in return. You were safe and had plenty to call your own, a feeling you five decided to do all you could to assist them on their return home again.

Again you led Red and Rin, who shared the stories they had once again of the lands you passed through until you managed to find the Shire. The five of you all sticking out like five glowing thumbs as you passed through the sea of gathering Hobbits and Fauntlings all gawking at you and guiding you along the path until you found yourselves crouching down outside a large green door.

A single knock tore apart all you had and could ever return to, and the timid then awed Hobbit gazing up at you and your gentle smile unknowingly claimed the same fate. Inside behind him the scowls on the Dwarves’ faces grew deeper until you eased farther into the hall removing your weapons then faced their leader to bow your head and say, “King Thorin it is an honor to meet another Son of Durin. My Children and I will do all we can to return you home again. It is a loss we know all to well.”

Curiously Thorin’s head tilted as his lips parted to ask, “Why would you pledge your loyalty to me? Our kin have wages wars against each other for ages.”

“I have yet to take up arms against a Dwarf over two feet tall,” stirring unwilling smirks to some of the Dwarf’s faces at the mention of their battling games as youth, “I have no ill will against you or yours, hopefully you might learn to trust me and mine.” His lips pressed together and he bowed his head to greet you properly.

On your right Bilbo pulled his hands from his pockets fidgeting with his suspenders to ask, “If I may,” clearing his throat softly, drawing your gazes to him smiling softly, “What, that is, what are your names?”

Your smile grew, “You may call me Lótë. These are my Daughters Nin and Niph and my Sons in law Red and Rin.” Their heads bowed as they were introduced to the Company, “We have longer names but these are what we share outside of family.”

He bowed his head in return then wet his lips to say as his hand tapped on his chest after releasing his suspenders, “I’m Bilbo, Baggins.” After him each of the Dwarves named themselves until you were squeezed into the dining room along the edges looking on at the map Thorin looked over once again.”

Lowly he rumbled, “Our only obstacles along the way should be the Elv-.”

His eyes rose to meet yours and you sent him a smile, “I haven’t lived among other Elves since Feanoreans sacked my home. Feel free, the bias is well earned to an extent. I know the cruelty my kin can inflict when willing to do so.”

Your words left most of the Dwarves staring at you open mouthed for a few moments before they realized it as Thorin continued, “Rivendell and Greenwood lie between us and home. Rivendell is easily rounded, Greenwood however…” his eyes settled on you at your tensing at the mere mention of the kingdom, “Will have to be managed carefully. Lady Lótë, do you have any allies in those lands that might aid us?”

Flatly you replied, “We should cross through Southern Greenwood, it is abandoned, then take the plains to Erebor. Avoid the Northern portion all together.”

To which Thorin nodded along with his kin around him, “Agreed. I have no wish to see the Elf King,” the snarl in his voice broke at the closing of your eyes to hide the deadly pain laced glare you had almost been successful in hiding, “Again.”

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Three trolls down with a hoard of gold stashed away for later you were circled by wargs that easily fell to your skilled arrows, but not even a few moments later a small force of Elves followed with lances drawn only to raise in their puzzled glances between their Lord Elrond and your Two Sons shielding you and their Wives. Among the force atop horses a helmet was removed and a tall blonde dismounted with a grin sent your way as he called out in relief, “Lilótëa!”

Your eyes settled on him and you smiled recognizing your old family friend, “Glorfindel.”

His grin grew as he wrapped you in a loose hug shocking the Elves around him until he stated proudly, “It has been ages since I’ve laid eyes on the glimmering Ingwëon.” Around you the Elves’ lips parted and they bowed their heads lowly to you as Bilbo asked Balin why they were bowing their heads, only for Glorfindel to say, “She is the Daughter of the High King of the Vanyar, long believed to be lost after a stay with her kin in Doriath.”

His eyes shifted again to the four twins behind you with their eyes locked on him, “My Daughters Nin and Niph, and my Sons in law Red and Rin.”

Bowing his head to each of them he stepped aside as Lord Elrond dismounted and approached you bowing his head lowly to you as well, stating, “I am Elrond, son of Eärendil.” His eyes shifted to your Sons as he asked, “If, I must admit, we do share a certain, likeness.”

With a smirk Elurin replied, “Only fitting as we are your Uncles.” Making his lips part.

Elured, “Elurin and Elured.”

They both bowed their heads to their Nephew, “Sons of Dior.”

Glorfindel stepped forward, “But you-, you were taken!”

Elrond, “How did you escape your captors?”

Elurin, “Our Naneth Lótë found us.”

Elured, “We were abandoned, bound in the woods.”

Elrond glanced between your Daughters then back to you mentally asking, “Will their Father be joining us as well?”

Flatly you replied to him mentally, “He better hope not.”

Leaving it at that you were led inside his lands and properly pampered as best you would allow until you led the escape mission freeing you back into the wild again.

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Atop the overlook Thorin stood with his Company around him while your Children prepared the breakfast you asked them to handle properly marking the news of two pregnancies being learned of the night before marking them sleepless and full of merry. With Elven chest in hand you stepped towards the small door in the large gate Balin readied to open as you inhaled deeply trying to keep your knees from buckling at the same heartbreakingly velvet voice that used to flow endless words of both adoration and then indifference to you cried out in a poorly veiled demand for the return to negotiations for a trade for his jewels. Your nod at the end of his final cry signaled the gate to be opened drawing the King’s eyes along with those of his Son and guard’s landed on you.

Instantly your hearts plummeted as you skillfully held your indifferent masks you had both perfected since before the assumption of either of your having died ages ago. Atop his Elk Thranduil eased down barely able to remain standing even as he remained beside his Giant Elk using it’s saddle for support to remain upright instead of falling to his knees to beg your forgiveness. In barely a whisper he uttered, “Lil-.”

Unable to even finish your name he watched as you bowed your head to him a few feet away then held out the small chest saying, “Your jewels Your Majesty.”

Timidly he accepted the chest as your eyes turned to Legolas atop his white horse to say with a soft smile puzzling the Prince, “It is an honor to meet you Prince Legolas.” Before your eyes fell to the King you turned your back on and walked to the gate.

Each step growing more excruciating for the King and drawing him away from his supportive steed to halfway across the bridge. Legolas swiftly dismounted and walked after him only to see him stop as you did in front of the gate to turn around. In silence the Elves watched puzzled at why their King was behaving like this. Not knowing the accumulation of the ages of his life without you slamming hard into him and forcing his body to nearly buckle at the weight of what he had not just lost but thrown away.

Steadily you drew in another breath as Balin stood beside you curiously glancing between you and the King as he held the door open. In as steady a voice as you could manage you called out in Ancient Elvish you hoped none of the Dwarves could understand, “I wish to congratulate you Your Majesty.” His lips parted in confusion and you continued, “You’re going to be a Grandfather.”

One sharp turn later you were back through the door that was closed and locked behind you on your path back in through the entering hall into the main hall Balin curiously followed your trembling ready to collapse body, that did just that, right through the entrance to the hall. On your knees you trembled and gasped for air unable to cry out or even sob at all the emotions coursing through your body all at once while Balin rubbed your back as the other Dwarves raced down the stairs to catch up to you.

With the door sealing behind you the words you had uttered hit their mark. The chest was carelessly dropped from the collapsing King’s hand and rested at his side when Tauriel and Prince Legolas steadied him and eased him onto his knees eyeing his devastated expression. On his left the King’s head turned to face Legolas as his hand gripped the King’s arm a bit tighter in his next sway when he gasped for air, “Ada?” Tears filled the King’s eyes as ages of what he’d yearned to do nothing more than express to his Son welled up into a ball at the back of his throat rendering him speechless as his Son asked, “Ada? Who is she?”

Pt 2

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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solidburnreturned · 5 years

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by popular demand, here is my oc chatter regarding stuff like relationships n random character traits. its rly long oops but i divided it by character at least lmao,, these are all things that i think id also wanna use if i ever use these characters as humans (which i def will at some point honestly)

- i thinkkkk i want toad and pike to date. toad would come across pike in their lagoon one day while hes wandering around on another wonked exploration and pike is like hey lol :B with their pointy teeth and long ass hair and toad is like :0 he just sits and talks with pike for hours and comes by a few times a week to hang out with them. they fall in LOVE

- fred and lani are def gonna date too. two butches who use he/him pronouns fuck yeah? they have a powerful relationship. mega BDE. power couple. not a lot of pda but alone together theyre both very loving and tender, its a vulnerability thing for both of them. like lani is very cool and can be either stoic or borderline obnoxious while fred is punkish. fred is very head over heels for lani tho

- mardi n berg.....complicated....i gotta figure out how they actually end up together. berg is a jogger and mardi is a piercer/tattoo artist so that doesnt....make them line up very much in that department. ill think about it more and figure something out. itll probably have something to do with berg’s nose stripes and eye rings

- also side note on mardi......i want his backstory to include a grey period set off by his brother being eaten when they were both young at the troll tree. like he becomes angry and depressed, sorta like branch, his tattoos that he gives himself the only color on his body, until he learns to let go and his colors come back (high key this was inspired by 21 savage, mardi’s voice claim, and the line in his new song A Lot “my brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast”). ill develop this idea further but i just wanted to get it written down

- bismuth.......unsure. they had a crush on pepper and kept trying to ask her out until she came out to them as a lesbian, then they were like :’) but theyre ride or die theyre not gonna be an ass to her because they cant date her. they just care a lot about her. its like icarly

- gazpacho and jupiter CUTE two small trans trolls in That Love. i need to develop them more but. theyre just cute

- talia is still a little too new for me to develop her......but im thinkin about it...

- kinda same with ernie and olive. they kinda mostly just exist as cute babby characters right now? if anything olive is a trouble maker and ernie is a chatterbox

- clem and thursday also fuckin cute as hell......clem was a nervous wreck asking thursday out but theyve been together like ever since, which is more than a few years. they have a rly cute gentle lovey dovey relationship. thursday is usually hanging around up on her gf’s shoulder giving her kisses on the cheek

- bea and crystal.......adorabl relationship......crystal is another character thats kinda nervous but bea is so chill n confident is helps calm her down. theyre both trans and love the hell out of each other. rly slow n steady relationship, bea is very patient

- pj and marcus!!!! dumb mlm rep relationship. pj is so so gay for marcus he can barely comprehend it. its a dumb ego boost for marcus but hes also very in love with pj, he just expresses it in a weird cocky way idk marcus is a nerd. i need to make more content for them i think about these two way more than it seems

- dwight!! he has a boat. he lives on the boat.....ive thought about maybe pairing him with toad and pike. deciding on his voice claim has been the most difficult thing ever

- kass and current HELL yeah buff gf and tol gf......they spar with swords and wrestle for fun and hang out at the beach a lot. kass fuckin loves the gem on current’s back. i gotta make more content for them

- celia......i wanna do more with celia. friends with berg probs theyre both sporty. shes just a sweet giant troll who loves mushrooms. i gotta pair her with someone whose palette goes nicely with her pastels

- carrot and harriet are literally cricket and tilly from big city greens just older. yeehaw siblings. havent thought about relationship stuff with harriet yet.....i think she also needs ANOTHER redesign her colors are just too heavy still. maybe if i can make her colors compliment celia’s that could work as a pairing? hm hm.....carrot tho is dating ford’s oc rye theyre gentle country gays

- rainer. hm. i dont think theyre rly the dating type......theyre just chill with being them. they just wanna swim and be funny

- hammond and andromeda are probs two of my least developed characters.....hammond still needs a redesign. he might be cute to pair with walter, theyre around the same age. andromeda tho i have no idea. she might be a nice pairing with eve? if i ever feel like pairing her with someone...who knows. eve is very carefree and might find andromeda’s energy too intense

- radish i wanna make more content for!! i rly like her a lot....i think shes another troll who isnt interested in dating. shes very focused on being a chef instead. loves her friends a lot!

- mack and pepper 2gether 4ever obvs......they have a relationship that gets richer with age for sure

- im just gonna ramble about mack. i thinkkkkkkk i wanna make her half latina? columbian specifically. she doesnt quite read as white and i didnt make her with the intention of making her white. anyway i love mack a whole lot and should really develop her backstory more. its not rly as like...””tragic”” or whatever as pepper’s i know that but she def has layers. i wanna give her whole family more depth. she has a very complicated relationship with her own feelings and motivations that i need to think about more fully. my powerful femme tho i lov her

- mack’s parents, robin and champagne, i need to like....think about them more. they have kinda a comedic relationship thats sorta inspired by roger rabbit and jessica rabbit. robin is a very caring, gentle troll who’s very smart and cares a lot about his nursing responsibilities in the village. champagne is very relaxed and the “voice of reason” character of the family. she loves a good party and has her party planning down to a science. both are very successful power parents. kickass family

- i already talked about topaz and marney in a separate post but i still love them both so much. big wesbiabs

- pepper....pebber. im gonna talk about her the most obviously gfhjdkrs i wanna talk about her mental health i feel like i think about it a lot but i never write about it explicitly? this is gonna be long oops hgjfksd she has depression and ptsd stemming from the trauma of her crash...im thinking she also has adhd and thats just something shes always had. her depression rly got heavy during her recovery and right after like...she hated being bed/housebound and felt rly powerless to her situation and just let it eat at her until her personality had actually changed considerably. like extroverted wild child rebel to introverted, soft-spoken sulker. this got better with time but she still is pretty introverted, just turned her moodiness into chill energy.

- she has bad depression habits like letting dishes, old food, laundry, or just stuff pile up in her room until it gets overwhelming and she spends like two days just manically cleaning; or staying in bed for way longer than she should and messing with her hygiene; or eating way more or way less than she should eat in a day. just stuff thats hard to completely break out of when youre recovering. her color is pretty consistently the dark red but if shes having a particularly rough day she might look a little paler, or like a muddy brick color at her worst. thats kinda rare tho

- her ptsd is the thing she hates the most. for a while it made her feel very weak and she’d beat herself up over being traumatized by the crash which was obviously not helpful to her mental state but she was really all over the place during her bodily recovery. its part of the reason why she started working out, she wanted to reclaim some sort of feeling of strength and power that she felt she’d lost completely. she still gets really frustrated with this feeling of loss but she gets a lot of support from loved ones which has helped her not self-blame so much. her ptsd manifests mostly as nightmares/insomnia, chronic headaches/stomachaches, intrusive thoughts and sometimes flashbacks. the nightmares are what rly get to her, she really doesnt get a lot of good sleep and it can get to the point where she just doesnt want to sleep sometimes and she’ll stay awake until she crashes hard

- her scars used to be a big trigger for her ptsd, which is why she has her bangs covering the one on her face and wears long pants (her knee braces are too bulky for pants and would force her to wear shorts which would force her to expose her scars). she just. really really hates them. this is something she struggles with for a majority of her life

- once she and mack start going steady with their dating and start consistently sleeping in the same bed, pepper starts to sleep better. she still has nightmares that wake her up at least weekly, but having mack there to comfort her (whether she wakes mack up accidentally or if mack is already awake) helps a TON with getting her back to sleep soundly. it also just helps her sleep in general to have that comforting, loving presence in her bed snuggled up to her ;w; mack is a big help in general with pepper’s mental health, pushing pepper to make better, healthier choices and get out in the village more and have fun. mack for sure does not “”cure”” pepper of anything but shes a very positive light in pepper’s life that helps her pull thru tough times!

- i love all my goofy trolls so much. its so fun to just chill and blab about them to relax between working on big projects ;o; ty if u cared enough to read this whole thing ur so rad

#writing about my hooligan troll ocs is so relaxing #like im not overly invested its just something fun to think about and thats just very nice #txt #oc #oc rambles #ill tag it as that so i dont lose this #trolls #long post

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poisonedamaryllis · 5 years

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Good morning peach!! What's the gods and goddesses au about? *A* 😘👌❤🌹🌠

HELLO MARS!! I’ve finally gotten around to answering this! I took a lot of time because beside my legendary laziness and poor time management skills, I uhhh had no idea what this AU was truly about XD But now I do!

The idea stemmed a whiiiiiile ago, months ago I think, maybe more, when I had a dream where Hana was the goddess of death who could summon zombies. And like, that’s cool and all but Hana as the goddess of Death wouldn’t make much sense so when I started blogging about the gods and goddesses AU, I had conflicting representations of what she was in this AU and of what the plot would be.

A quick look at what had inspired me helped me grasp better what I wanted from this AU!

The story revolves around a sacred kingdom of gods who rule over the world. Everything in that world is attached to the authority of a good: life, death, birth, nature, time... The balance of the world is the hands of a few godly beings, and would one of them become rogue, that balance would be lost.

Or at least, that was what his family had told him.

Killua isn’t a god. Not yet, according to his family, at least. He is the heir of the Zoaldyeck family--the House of Chaos that gathers the gods at the source of every tempestuous crisis in the world. His father, Silva, the God of Chaos and Liars, has great expectations regarding Killua’s future reign over his House. He knows his son has infinite potential and outstanding power, but there is only one slight issue: he doesn’t know what Killua would be the god of.

Here is the thing: a lot of gods weren’t born as gods. Most of them were muses, some nymphs, some monsters, witches, fairies, and a handful were humans before they acquired the power to join the Garden of Divinities.

At this point, Killua is just a muse. Muse of Destruction, his family calls him, a step behind his rightful place as the God of Destruction in the House of Chaos. Killua doesn’t think that suits him--he has too many dreams of the human world, daydreams of travels and bare feet in the grass, questions about all the things life has to offer to the living--and he doesn’t like the title, but his family knows better. Family always does.

Things change when the Goddess of Light goes missing.

Nightfall takes over--darkness is upon the world, and the sun dims into a pale shadow of itself. The Council of Gods is summoned to find a solution, with Silva at its head. They know they have to take heavy measures quickly and efficiently to find the goddess before it’s too late.

Without light, there is no life.

Killua is the one tasked to find the goddess, a mission that is meant to affirm his place as a god and not just as a muse.

It is his one chance to grow--and the world’s fate is in his hands. Yet all he can think about is that he will be wandering in the world of humans. Unmonitored. Without his brother’s constant scrutiny trained on him.

Free.

During his journey to find the goddess, Killua meets rogue gods for the first time in his life. His father always spoke of them as though they were disgraces--the gods who had given up their rule in the kingdom to mingle with the humans--but Killua doesn’t see it that way. He was always curious of those legendary gods who had done what he could only dream of--even if it was unspeakable among his kind.

So when he meets Gon, the God of Nature, Family, and Fishermen, Leorio, God of Healing and Fortune, and Elias, the God of Time and Memories, Killua is torn. They alert him of the cunning and thirst for power that is breeding a new movement in the kingdom--a movement they fled--but they offer nonetheless to aid him in his quest to find the missing goddess, as it is not just the politics of the kingdom that is jeopardized by her absence but the balance of the whole world.

They find her, together, eventually. She was never in hiding, or missing--not really.

The real issue is that she has forgotten everything. The one thing she still remembers is her name.

Hana.

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:DDD

OKAY LOOK... this is very sloppy because I have a feeling this could evolve into a story of its own because the political intrigue behind it is worth its own story XD

Basically, Silva is the god of Chaos, and he’s baaaad because i can do that. he’s been abusing Killua since he was a kid to try and fit him into his mold because he thinks Killua has incredible power and potential to become a great god.

He’s right about that! Killua will become a god, but he certainly won’t be the god of destruction and that’s where Silva’s understanding of his son stops.

Now, the intrigue behind it is that since Silva rules over the House of Chaos (the house of the Zoaldyecks divinities), he has a lot of power over the kingdom. His wife is the goddess of Madness, his first son became the god of Nothingness, and he is about sure his third son could be destruction incarnate! (milluki who??? silva doesnt him hekjhg). Now, the problem is that his decisions in the council are always countered by the other houses (House of Life, House of Arts, House of Justice, etc.). Silva doesn’t seek absolute power--he seeks the resilience of his opponents to make his decretes pass.

Why? i dont know because he is persuaded he wants to stop those silly dreams from polluting his son’s head; and for that, he needs the power to change the world and so, to change his son--Killua.

Yeah he’s worse than in the anime lol.

So what’s the best thing for him to do if he wants the other Houses to give up to him?

Well, he needs Chaos to be absolute. And for that, he wants absolute Darkness, and he wants the Goddess of Death to relinquish her power (that’s Duanphen, the goddess of death :D). With Death in his house and Light abolished, he could exercize his power over the world no matter what the other Houses think and thus destroy his son’s dreams and exert absolute control over him.

Because, you know, that’s what’s best for him :))

SOOO since this is kinda very evil, Hana, the goddess of light, has word of the scheme and she decides to go rogue (like Gon and Elias) so that Silva can’t find her and force her to relinquish her power over light (because she doesn’t want absolute darkness you know). But Silva knows!! so there’s a fight blabla and since he’s more powerful he sows chaos in her mind and she forgets everything about who she is--including her rule over Light. She still manages to escape before he controls her, so YEAH there is darkness all over the world, but since he didn’t catch her, she can still have the chance to recover her memory and thwart his plans!!!

Hence why he sends Killua to find her. He is convinced this will make killua a ~~~truuue~~~ god of destruction and it will bring back the girl he wants to control so she can’t meddle with his plans.

Now here’s the thing: killua will befriend gon, leorio, and elias, and they’ll teach him that everything his father has been teaching him from birth is wrong!! then they find Hana, and she slowly recovers her memory and shares what she knows about the baaad evil plans. (and they fall in love obviously duh). It’s through her that Killua will learn he’s got nothing to do with destruction and that’s why he never managed to become a god--he’ll eventually accept his true nature and become the God of Curiosity and Rebels. With a dash of lightning bc i can.

Oh and ofc there are other ocs in there! Idk if they’ll be as prominent but Malzi is the god of Darkness and since Hana (goddess of light) is gone, he has WAY TOO MUCH WORK ON HIS HANDS because there’s way too much darkness to manage, which pisses him off, so he decides to investigate where the fuck she went because goddammit i didn’t sign to manage the entire world’s darkness and this is why we can’t trust young gods, these silly kids. And Arashi is the goddess of Enigmas and Riddles and she senses Silva has iffy intentions so she pairs up with Duanphen (goddess of death) to figure this out.

And well, Natsu also looks for her daughter--goddess or not, Hana is still her baby. I think Natsu is the goddess of Protection.

ANYWAYY this is getting way too long XD I hope this answers roughly what this AU is about! It would deserve its own story to exist but it’s really fun to think about XD Hana as the goddess of light is so fitting and I love the idea of Killua slowly coming to terms with the fact that his family abused him and lied to him and well, him finding his own path and identity through meeting with people who understand him.

#gods and goddesses au #au #oh boi i wrote a lot #sorry XDD #oooodlesofnooodles

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tumblunni · 5 years

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What do you guys think about the names Dustin and Darcy for my protagonists in Let's Go?

Cos i really wanted to play the co op mode thing by myself, just so i can pretend this role in the plot is filled by two siblings and have a bit of fun roleplaying that. But i dunno yet how the co-op works and whether you'd be able to customize the avatar of the second player or if its just the default trainer? Or can you only play co-op if you have two separate games? Im planning to buy the other version anyway once i get more money, so it could be fun to play my first version with sibling one and then the second playthru is sibling two's turn to shine!

Oh and the whole reason i wanted to do this is cos i wanna try out the customization features to make some ocs now that there's no competitive online stuff unless you pay a subscription fee (LOL NO THANKS). Like..i always felt like i HAD to make my character me in xy/sumo/usum, otherwise its like lying online? But of course i cant actually make me because theres no nonbinary option or even remotely ambiguous outfits for either gender. And you cant have wild hair colours while i dye my hair 24/7 irl lol. Its silly cos like 95% of the gym leaders and other characters ingame have anime hair colours yet the player has to be normal? So yeah i cpuldnt really enjoy making this innacurate defanged version of myself yet i didnt feel like i was allowed to just make up a new character either. Closest i could do was give myself white hair like my old trainersona when i was 12, lol. I mean i guess thats my 'real hair colour' underneath the dye right now, if you think about it that way?

OH GOD PIKACHU CAN HAVE A LITTLE TUXEDO AND BOWLER HAT HOLY FUCK IM SORRY TO INTERRUPT THIS BUT I WAS WATCHING THE IGN REVIEW AND THEY SHOWED PIKA BOWLER HAT PLEASE GO GOOGLE THAT VIDEO JUST FOR THAT 1 SECOND OF NEW FOOTAGE OF MY BEAUTIFUL CLASSY BOYE

okay where was i

Yeah! I think sibling trainers could be a good and unique way to handle a rival! Like having them be your sibling already establishes that rivalry. But it can be a soft and nice rivalry! I wanna go with that fun version rather than the full on angry exaggerated sibling rivalries you often see in kids media. Like i know that some people legit dont get on with their siblings and some people can even have a very gary esque full on rivalry thats sorta 'love to hate' or like..tsundere pretending you hate them. But personally i never had experience with that, i can never relate to those 'tfw u hate ur sibling and theyre always an asshole but lolll u love them anyway' posts. I only got to live with my little sister for a little while due to the catastrophe of abusive parenthood that was my childhood, and i lost contact with her forever when she was very young so i doubt she'd even remember me. *sigh* But like i don't think i only love her so much because i miss her! People say newborns and toddlers are the most bratty so like you'd think if i was gonna ever find her 'annoying' i would have done it back then. I was always just mega proud of her and whenever she'd be 'bratty' i'd be cheering her on and trying to protect her from mom. And when she'd try and pull pranks on me or practise play-fighting or whatever i was just like 'lol thats legit funny' and taking play-falls so she felt better about herself. Like we didnt have much power in that household so i felt like encouraging her pretending to be a wrestler would help her feel like she had some sort of control in some part of her life i guess? And just i wished i was allowed to roughhouse and run around and be all 'unladylike' and just enjoy BEING A KID when i was a kid, yknow? I always had legit fun being with her and legit enjoyed it and was legit proud and legit never annoyed. I just dont understand 'yeah she's annoying but i love her anyway'. I was only ever her rival as a play-rival to help encourage her to like.. Enjoy the things she enjoyed. Feel like someone else cared. I only ever acted like 'ha ha baby stuff yeah sure i hate hanging out with my sister" cos i thought i was SUPPOSED TO. I always felt so guilty doing it and so dissappointed cos id rather hang out with her than be a boring stereotypical teen tbh. I dunno, maybe this isnt typical for siblings and its just a sign of how badly we were raised? I was just real fuckin lonely and absolutely loved having a family member who loved me for the first time since my grandma died. Same reason i always used to act all 'i am too cool i totally am not soft for my lil sister' around my lil sister's dad. I really wanted him to love me too! I used to say swear words at him cos i thougjt he would thibk i was Cool And Adult?? I have soooo many cringe moments from that phase of my childhood. Man it hurts to think that i never actually did get to become that positive influence that protected my sister from my mum and let her know she was loved. Cos i was sent to live with my dad when she was like 5ish? And never saw her again and now im too scared to try and reach out to her again because 1: she probably doesnt even remember me, 2: theres a chance she believes my mum saying i was some horrible asshole who abandoned the family, 3: even bigger chance that contacting her could mean my mum finding me again and big fuckin risk of further abuse. Plus the awkwardness of introducing my trans self when she'd remember me as her sister and all. Sigh! All i can do is hope that her cool dad eventually got custody of her, and that he didnt turn out to be a secret bastard like when i met my own dad. He seemed good, but then again i was just a lil kid and my dad seemed good at first. Sighhhhhh...

SO UMM YEAH WOW I MADE MYSELF SAD

Anyway the point is that whenever i write siblings i'd rather write 100% unapologetic super loving love cos its wish fullfillment for me. This is also why in/cest shipping is a massive beserk button for me, good wholesome family relationships are REAL FUCKIN IMPORTANT and how DARE you corrupt that shit! Some people would fuckin KILL to have that wholesome family!!

Anyway lol thats why i'd like a Wholesome Rivalry for these sibling ocs! Like they challenge each other to contests along the way just for fun, and they react all 'wow my sis is the BEST' when you beat them, so hard feelings at all. And you dont JUST do rival stuff but also sometimes just hang out and have fun cos you missed each other. And if anyone threatens your sibling then THAT is the only time you see the Serious Sibling Power! Rival moments: ha ha lol bet ya cant beat me ooo im a scary villain LOL I CANT KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE HAHA! Giovanni punches your brother: *stony cold death glare from hell as tricksy prank sis turns into an unstoppable vengeance engine* Oh, but also the only other time they'd be serious is in their final battle together! Like most of the 'rivalry' is just competing to make the adventure fun and to help each other get stronger. But if sis/bro ever actually legit said they really want to fight to find out who's the best, and its like..important to help their self confidence, then i think bro/sis would respect that and go all out. Taking a fall and letting them win would be the most disrespectful thing of all! Oh, but i do think there would be one kind of battle like that during the story? Like in one of the more low stakes faux-rival fights the sibling actually does try and let you win, and the challenge is to try and lose against all odds. High stakes super failure battle!!! Imagine the evil team in the background like 'wtf' as these two run the most aggressively slow race of all time! XD

Oh and i kinda thought about different personalities for the two of them based on who you pick? Like i did like that aspect about brendan/may in RSE compared to other 'unpicked option becomes rival' characters in later games that didnt even have one personality let alone two. It just sucks that the personalities they decided to give them were 'female rival is super self concious and thinks youre better than her because youre a boy' and 'male rival is super ego and thinks he's better than you because he's a boy'. Boooo!

So instead of that the personalities i was thinking for these two would be less sexist lol. Male sibling Dustin is basically Wally so far? I need to develop him a bit more to make him a bit distinct, i mean its not like every single shy dude is identical. I'm thinking maybe mix him with all the wasted potential in Brendan? Like in the game they slightly hint at him having the ONE non stereotypical trait of liking cute teddy bears, and that made me think about how much better his whole plot would have been if it actually criticized his sexism and said that he only behaves that way cos he's overcompensating for being bullied for being 'feminine', yknow? And then in the manga they actually DO write him as super feminine, and even as a contest star who loves fashion and dressing up his pokemon! But then GAHHH they present it as some sort of fuckin 'character flaw', like he's shown to be selfish and superficial because of it. And the backstory is that him and the female protagonist used to be 'normal' until a traumatic event. Brendan was a Natural Fighting Prodigy until he saved his female friend from a wild pokemon and was so traumatized that he never wanted to fight again, while she wanted to learn to fight so she'd never need to be protected again. But this is not only presented as Wrong Ways To Be Gender but also like.. Fighting their natural instinct which still comes through?? Like male protag hasnt fought in YEARS yet whenever he's forced to fight he's just magically better at it than female protag who's been practising all these years to become his equal. Ha ha silly girl you can never achieve that! All you get is this patronizing 'well if you just tryyyyy girly things im sure you'll like it' plot and then you get rescued by him in the end because OF COURSE you do. Sigh! I cant believe they made me hate that pairing even more than the games did! So yeah i dont really wanna write Dustin as a jerkass who's secretly got synpathetic motives of internalized homophobia/sexism, cos i feel thats a plot very specific to my perceptuons of Brendan and id basically just have to make Dustin a clone of him and he wouldnt be able to shine on his own merits. Instead i'm just thinking of writing him as a 100% sensitive soul, and he still faces predjudice for not being that bigoted idea of an 'ideal man' but really the fact he doesnt bow down to their demands proves that he's the bravest person here.

And then I'm thinking maybe the female sibling Darcy is the older one and is a bit "gary ish"? Like eitjer way you still have a friendly and loving siblingness, but she's a bit more of a sass who is tsundere about admitting she loves her bro. But i dont think she's the cold or grumpy sort of tsundere, more like a trickstery tomboy? Bombastic loki jock sis! She can only be a bit abrasive with her bro cos she wants to teach him to be tough even when she's not there to protect him. But sometimes she can mess it up and make him feel like he has to change his personality in order to be tough, rather than letting him know she supports him in being "unmasculine" and just wants to help him find the confidence to stand up to people who bully him for it. Like she feels like she is 'weaker' than him in the sense that she worries too much about what people will think if she expresses her real emotions, yknow? Like theyre both suffering from toxic masculinity! He's suffering from the standard form where men who are too 'soft' are beaten down into that mould. Ans she's suffering from the problem where 'masculine' girls feel like they have to be '100% masculine' in order to be allowed to be themselves at all. Like back when i was a kid and before i came out as trans i always used to try and pretend to like sports ans like..cliche macho shit where you Cant Admit You Care About Your Friends and also i wasnt allowed to like ANY feminine things at all. I had to either follow the stereotype of femininity entirely or follow the opposite stereotype, i wasnt allowed to just reject stereotypes and like what i actually like. So yeah me realizing i wasnt really a girl has led to me embracing more 'girly' things than back when i thought i was one! So i think Darcy would have a similar arc but like..the cis equivelant? Just finds people who arent such judgmental pricks and stops having to conform to either of those stereotypes in order to keep fake friends who dont really give a shit about her. She can have a plot about both forced feminine and masculine stereotypes being equally limiting, rather than that shitty 'being masculine is a prison uwu every woman will be happier embracing her love of makeup' shit. That dominant narrative just made me feel like i was somehow wrong about myself whenever i didnt like 100% Of Sports All The Time, i must be somehow girly if i liked even ONE girly thing yet i needed hundreds of proofs if i wanted to be masculine. And like i wasnt just allowed to be neither! I wasnt allowed to like parts of both! I wasnt allowed to BE GODDAMN TRANS!!! So yeah i dunno if i'd go whole hog and make this character a trans man or a nonbinary person tho? I think she's just actually a cis girl who happens to be sporty and brash and likes a lot of 'masculine' fashion and hobbies. And she's just been made to feel self concious about it, as if she cant possibly REALLY be that unless she likes Every Single Boy Thing and wins at Every Single Challenge. Does anyone else remember that shit too? The girls have to win Every sports game against the boys in order to be 'one of the boys' but if you lose even one of them it somehow proves that you're inferior. Even though the boys lost 50 billion games to you and that doesnt prove theyre inferior! Like man she has sooooo many 'gary rivals' in her school life, thats why she loves going on this adventure with a kind brother rival who actually respects her! So her resolution would just be her staying the same but being more confident about it and saying fuk u to those fake friends. Same as her brother's plot, just they both face different specifics to the way this sexism affects them, yknow?

Oh but yeah when i did finally learn about LGBT stuff and realize i was trans it was Big Amazing cos even in the rare stories about Its Okay To Be Yourself it still left me feeling weirdly empty when the girl decides that yes she does wanna be a girl in the end. So i get that these plots might come off as queerbaiting if i write them badly? I need to make sure to make it clear that these characters 100% want to be seen as this gender and its just other people being fuckfaces and trying to define what their gender has to mean. I think maybe i'll try and mitigate this potential misunderstanding by adding different sorts of lgbt content. And, well, also cos i just want lgbt content in all of my stories because i am lgbt, of course! I'm 100% sure that Darcy is gay, and i think also maybe possibly Dustin is trans? Like, his plot is about being mocked for being a 'feminine' boy, but its also even more personal for him because he's a trans boy and he feels like he needs to change his personality in order to pass/he isnt really real because his personality doesnt fit the stereotypical image of a man. Like if you'd looked at the two of them back when they were identical twins, you probably would have expected Darcy to end up being trans if you were the sort of person who believes those basic ass stereotypes about 'boys who play with barbies and girls who play with trucks'. Or i mean maybe its the other way around and Darcy is a trans girl who still has a 'masculine' personality according to stereotypes? Or even both of them are trans and both face being told that they arent real because they dont fit the perfect stereotype of a trans person according to cis perceptions? Or maybe i'm overcomplicating things with all of this and it'd just muddy the message i guess. I might just keep it to them both being cis but also both of them like girls. And i can always apply my trans and other LGBT headcanons to other characters along their adventure.

Anyway LOL im rambling too much!

#lets go bunni #bunni plays lets go

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mommydragon-of-all · 6 years

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OC Interview Meme

This looks fun. Also some answers drastically differ depending on around what time this "interview” takes place. So i got thinking and since I was tagged by@sakurabunnie who’s getting to know my pre-inquisition Soren, i choose to time this before Inquisition. Then i was tagged by dear @hadiden-lavellan too, but by then i was halfway through his post, and hey why not, some looking back :) Thank you both!!!! :3333

For Soren (Lavellan):

1. What is your name?

“A lot of people have called me by a lot of names. You can call me Soren.”

2. What is your real name?

“It is actually Soren. Yep, just Soren. I lost my original belonging and i didnt take any of my families surnames. Not permanently nor in any way official.”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

“Oh well, my parents wanted a pair of short and strong names that ring together, even if they had to get a bit creative. Also, as i learned, a pair of names that can be lilted and growled equally well haha “

4. Are you single or taken?

“i am free like a bird. Does your nest have some extra space on a cold night by the way?”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“Im a highly trained assassin, among … other things. If you ever get in trouble… *slides over a strange little object* flash this around the shady parts of any city. They will take care of the rest. But for your lives sake, do not try to lie”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“ I dont think i ever used that alias… “

7. What’s your eye color?

“Oohhh you are welcome to gaze into them closer, yes ;) no low light excuses, they have their own, so just lean over… “

8. How about your hair color?

“ Oh yes that is harder to tell in different lights. Its dark red, like good wine or blood from the liver .”

9. Have you any family members?

“ I have tons. If you meant blood relation… other than my twin sister i have some distant family. Literally distant even, like few and far between, out in the world. Some of us exchange awesome birthday gifts some years though, regardless of the exact date. Who has time to time that. “

(Scattered by the wind, but firmly standing like the trees)

10. Oh? What about pets?

“ Sadly animals are deadly afraid of me. It takes just a sniff to run for dear life… Even predators… it takes a special blend of proud and crazy to befriend me it seems. I would kill for such treasures. Like that Hart i once fought for an apple in that deep forest and lately rode to far destinations… i think it starts to get even attached!!! If he sticks around im gonna call him Captain. But remember, Dont go close to him! For your dear life, please dont. He is easy to recognize. Big as a mountain and looks like “Oh, Shit”. “

(’Where to, Captain?’)

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

“ Those things are about to change. Or drop in numbers significantly in the world. Just wait. …as truly as i want to mean that, unfortunately some things never change. Like the darkness in people, festering hearts. There will always be things like betrayal, prejudice, hatred, discrimination, envy, greed, cruelty,... i could go on. People who mostly keep themselves above those shades of their nature are all worth to be protected.“

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

“ Oh there are so many awesome things in the world and so many exciting things to do! I cant even count them. Like there’s hunting dragons for one! Speaking of hunting, there is also treasure hunt and demon hunt and manhunt and wyvernhunt and countless others, the bigger and meaner the better! But then theres also MAGIC! Do you have any idea how awesome that is? Everything magic and everything it touched. Putting together and using magic objects for so many things! And spells??? Potions, lotions, weapons... And there are also PEOPLE! The most magical thing is the warm light in ones heart. And they are so various and unique! There are different languages and codes and symbols and oh the stories! And dance and music and pleasures and laughing and caring and helping and…. oh … haha… im sorry, are you awake? Please ask away. “

(’Ah, what a beautiful day!’)

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

“ I think you snoozed off and forgot about my profession already. :) “

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

“ Hahaha oh these sharp and pointy things and stuff arent for chopping and cooking vegetables either.”

15. What kind of animal are you?

“Pfffft i am my own species! Hehe! A unique hybrid i guess! But definitely a big animal, yes. Sis’ won that argument long ago, so there you have the answer. “

16. Name your worst habits.

“Hmm? What?” (*Muffs out with one of the interviewers -already leafed through-notebooks between his sharp teeth, booth on table...*) Hey! That is… how did you… *sigh*... nevermind

(exhibit 99: ‘”I’ll go straight there!”)

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“My sister, definitely. She is the best. She is indestructible in every way i swear! Gotta be the strongest person alive. She is also really cool. But hot. I mean explosive! Not that shes not hot, technically... she is my female version after all haha. And caring for me with great big sister love (*mumble*:even if i am like 5 minutes older), but dont spread that ;) Might harm her notoriety. I also look up to several of my tutors and many other people for many different reasons. People can be so many kinds of amazing.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“You can not expect me to label my interests in a world full of so many differently beautiful people with warm hearts.”

19. Do you go to school?

“Yes. Life. 24/7. Got less intense since i learned how to survive and sustain myself, and grew a strong body to back up my needs and will, but there are always new things to learn and lessons you never asked for too. I had some actual teachers along the way too, but lately mostly i just teach myself what i dont just encounter by diving into new things. Which is not only fun by the way, you are bound to learn a few things. Then there are books, theories, researching, digging, honing instincts and reflexes, combining and refining techniques or theories, trial and error... Life is a bottomless school “

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“Wow, wow, you mean like.. babies? Sweet Fade, i wouldnt dare breathe their way, they are so fragile... little young PEOPLE, persons who arrived so recently and understand so little and cant even tell whats up just cry and i cant understand them, i understand every language but i can not understand babies for my life and ... and... thats terrifying! And do you have any idea how EASY it is to kill someone? And then there is that small bundle of vulnerability, my proximity could be lethal to it! And .... *sigh*... sorry just... It all would depend on that special person i might find who would want to keep me for life, for better or worse, and if they wanted kids... even if babies, i would be on board. I would do anything for that special someone. Even learn baby care... Bigger kids, well, i already have :D . In good care. If any of them were to be taken under my constant and indirect care, would depend on a lot of things. Right now they are much safer otherwise.”

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

“Most certainly ;D.But none of them know much about me, of course. With that comes a transformation of those feelings”

22. What are you most afraid of?

‘Im not afraid of ANYTHING!” *eyes instantly betraying* “Fine, fine, gotta be loss. Ironic, isnt it, for i have but what is on my person. Replaceable come and goes. Im mostly afraid of losses that arent even really “mine”, but others. Loved ones or even barely known ones loosing their lives or their light. Loosing my sister, myself, my heart... that is all i am. The only thing i cannot live without is my heart, i AM my heart, and loosing pieces of it or have it broken or freezing through a hole... I hate how selfish that is. But yeah. There you go. I still tend to leave pieces of it everywhere, and it only grows with that, funny how that works, but it also tends to get wounded on every turn. I fear the numbing cold. I fear the day when i cant hold it together and go on anymore.”

(from “When you are away”)

23. What do you usually wear?

“What you see is my whole wardrobe, hahah. But i shift and change to blend in from the dirt of Orzammar’s dust town to the shining halls of Orlesian palaces. Its fun. What i like to wear mostly are well covering clothes, that allow a great scale of mobility, but not baggy to catch on things. Made of high quality materials only. My clothes MUST be of great quality materials, more for comfort than durability. Heightened overall senses arent always fun. Oh and for outer wear i like leather, especially dragonskin stuff for light armor, and long boots are the only footwear i acknowledge, some with high heels, and a matching pair of long gloves from soft fine leather are necessary too. Long coats from mostly leather and all the necessary leather straps and harnesses and pouches and belt too of course. If it counts, all my current favorite necklaces with magical pendants and bracelets are a constant wear too. It also doesnt hurt if my clothes look great. But fine materials tailored to my body and my needs usually bring that effect without further touches.”

(*his gear gotta let his smooth ass move*)

24. Do you love someone?

“I love all good people. ...and some others”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

"Bahahahhahaa now thats some blunt question! It deserves to be answered truthfully. I wish i could say when i was a baby, but truth is i think it happened a few times during the wilder rides of intense poison training with blood magic assistance, but im not really sure, i was barely conscious through those parts from pain and all kinds of nasty sensations, i came to my senses naked and tucked in after them. I never do extreme limit pushing training alone. There were also times when i was subject to some blood spells and experiments unwilling too. I have some suspicious blurry memories that i have made all sorts of messes. Egh. Lets move on to more fun questions”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

“Perfect!”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

“I live outside of such systems. But i took part in every class during my life, thanks to current families or goals.”

28. How many friends do you have?

“Plenty, but one cant have too many. Helping each other goes a long way. I tend to make some friends everywhere i go, but i have few close friends. The closest one is my sis’. She knows me more than i know myself, and she is always there for me, at any cost.”

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Pie? One of the most fun cakes. It was invented for throwing i swear!”

30. Favourite drink?

“Hmmmm... old, red wine, hot and seasoned, spiced with a nice kick of that special antivan poison blend. I dont recommend you trying it, but you dont know what you’re missing out.”

31. What’s your favourite place?

“Wherever i am welcome.”

(*one favorite place example. It is not Where, it is Who*)

32. Are you interested in someone?

“I am interested in everyone. Are you fishing for some special interest?”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“Hahahha oh you never disappoint! Well, it was a long time ago when i last i wore a bra, back when i could still pull off the young girl appearance, to get in paces and so on. I always made sure to have a proportional but quite evident bosom. Oh it was such fun, my long hair helped too, and i dished out that act spot on! Like that time in Val Royeaux, when the heads i turned waltzing in as part of a rich antivan court were spinning all around in frantic search in the chaos, while i walked right out as a male servant. Oh sorry, i got distracted. You also asked about my “willy” if i recall correctly. If you would like to measure it so badly we can discuss that later ;) “

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

“Hmmm.... whichever promises more sunk treasures and secrets. Some lakes hide quite the surprises let me tell you.”

(’Looks like a perfect place for some diving..’)

35. What’s your type?

“My type of what, exactly, dear? ;)”

36. Any fetishes?

“I am very flexible in many ways, let me tell you, in case you are planning to bend me to your will. And if id have some suggestions, well, let it remain a little mystery for now ;p”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

“Depends. What would you like me to be?”

38. Camping or indoors?

“Nothing beats a warm bed and a well secured resting place. Especially with my... condition, and experiences”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

“Are you kidding me? You have such awkward, uncomfortable questions... Let me get a new round of drinks for us and lets do this till morning!” “What do you mean new round... when did this cup of hot wine get here? It has my name on it??? What the... I better go i think.”

40. Now it’s over!

“What? Oh come on, we just got to some really “embarrassing” parts! Talking about “embarrassing”, would you like to hear the story of my encounter with this qounari dreadnought captain and ended up on board to Ostwick? Maybe you can tell me some stories yourself too in exchange..” *puppy eyes+shining grin combo* “Well, im not exactly in a hurry...” “Excellent!” *shifts closer and pours more wine*

I tag @quizzikemen @pelle-lavellan @hadiden-lavellan @sakurabunnie @elalavella @nipuni and everyone who wants to do it! For those who already did this consider this a tag for another OC! Gotta love them all :D (if you feel like doing it. I always feel like reading it)

#finally i got around to finish this post #soren lavellan #oc meme #dragon age inquisition #dual wield assassin #male lavellan #screenshots

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