#were there human diplomats or do i need to make an oc who's crushed by the weight of the military characters' bad decisions

[joemerl]

OC-Tober 2021, Day 5: "Throne"

OC/WIP: Tristan and friends from "Old Fantasy Novel Series That I Haven't Gotten Around to Renaming Yet"

Strap in, because I'm about to bare the stupidity of my teenage years.

So, around age fourteen, I started working on a series of fantasy novels. (Heck, I even wrote them out! Then tried to rewrite them, rework them, etc.) It was about a kid named Tristan, who lives with an abusive foster family and knows nothing of his birth parents. He's sucked into a magical world that's currently in a state of civil war, ever since the king's evil brother killed him, his wife and infant son. The weird magical medallion that Tristan has always had turns out to be a magical relic of this royal family, and will occasionally do Deus Ex Machina things, even though nobody except the true King of Fantasy Land should be able to use it. He also discovers and is able to use the royal family's magical sword, which is also supposed to be unusable to anyone but the true king.

Now...hold on, you're not gonna believe it...it turns out that Tristan is actually that infant prince who everyone thought was dead! Yeah, I know! Who could have seen that coming? Obviously nobody, until it was dramatically revealed at the end of the sixth book. I did plant some subtle clues though, like Tristan looking exactly like the dead king's portrait.

You can perhaps understand why, upon reaching adulthood, I decided to pursue other projects and put this one on indefinite hiatus.

But these characters still live rent-free in my brain, and every so often I think of how I might revive this into something not only readable, but maybe even decent and not the most obvious trash heap of clichés ever. So here's a brief summary of Tristan and his group of companions and vague ideas of what they'd be like in the revised version.

MAIN CHARACTERS

Tristan: The old Tristan was your "vaguely geeky and unpopular, mostly generic kid" sort of character; since he was supposed to eventually become a king, I did try to make him a good leader of his little group, mostly in the sense of being the diplomatic one when they fought. In the new version I want to both up his geekiness but also his charm, so we see that he's really popular at school and has a lot of friends.

One change that I think could be interesting is that Tristan also came to our world when he was a toddler rather than an infant; as such, he actually remembers the murder of his birth family, if only in vague and terrifying terms. Nobody knows his origin, but he's been in therapy long enough to believe that the "monsters" he remembers were surely ho-hum human murderers distorted by trauma, and anything that sounds like a castle or magic are also probably imaginary. He really, really would prefer to believe that, but the plot isn't going to let him.

When he finally winds up in Fantasy World The Name of Which I Need to Change, he is decidedly not going to want to take the throne. Whether or not he does anyway is undecided at this point.

Erasmus: Tristan's foster/adoptive brother (biological cousin in the old version), of approximately the same age. Timid and shy, he's both very close to Tristan and maybe a bit resentful at how much more outgoing and popular he is. There's a bit of irony there: Tristan comes off as happy and well-adjusted to most people, but "Raz" knows that Tristan also has a mysterious, traumatic past, which also means that Tristan can be at least a little vulnerable around him.

I think he's an albino, for reasons that relate the old version but I don't even want to get into right now. And hey, disability rep.

E(d)ric: In the new version he's probably, like...a football player or something? He's supposed to be a big guy and the best "normal" fighter. He's reserved and grouchy but extremely loyal to people he cares about. Reading this over, I feel like I need something to make him more interesting.

Cynthia: Hmm...in the old version she was a witch, but since I'm reimagining all of the main characters as being from our world, I'm not sure how that would carry over. Maybe she gains/has magic in the fantasy world for some reason? She's tough, sarcastic and smart. Erasmus has a crush on her. I swear she wasn't the only female character in the old version, but apparently she was the only one important enough for me to list here.

Pythian the magical snake, Bast(et?) the cat, That Baby Hippogriff Whose Name I Don't Even Remember: There were way too many team pets in the old version.

OTHERS

The Guide: Merlin knockoff. Actually, I think in my earliest draft he was Merlin, somehow, and I don't even know how fourteen-year-old me justified that. He may have been the one who sent Tristan to our world, but then stayed in Fantasy World to help fight the villains. Maybe he's more involved here? Hmm.

Jay: He was Tristan's younger foster brother in the old version (so his and Erasmus' here?), who witnessed him getting sucked into Fantasy World and wanted to figure out what the frick happened to him. I think that concept is interesting, but I'm not sure where it goes, exactly.

Connor: E(d)ric's younger brother. Looking back, pretty much everything I had planned for him in the old version was stupid or would work better for other characters. Not sure what to do with you, Connor. Maybe he's Jay's friend.

#OC-Tober #Fantasy

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This is older art that I finally finished (it was first made in September before Goretober and I finally finish it like 2 months later)

I’m choosing now to properly introduce these kids (and a new one too) as the “Multiple Dimentional Craze” fanchildren. (this is going to be a very long post)

Sapphire

Parents: Morty and Riley *oc* Full Name: Sapphire ‘June’ Smith Nicknames: Saphie Birthday: November 17 Age: 16 Species: Human Blood Type: A+ Height: 5′7ft Sexuality: Lesbian Personality: Rude, Courageous, Rebellious, Loyal, Hot-headed, Impatient, Intelligent, Arrogant, Protective, Honest (very brutally honest), prideful, strong, confident, leader-like Powers: N/A Family: Morty *Father*, Rylie *Mother* [Out of the picture], Rick *Great-Grandfather*, Beth *Grandmother*, Jerry *Grandfather* and Summer *Aunt* Friends: Monster, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Mars, Mercury, Bruno, Leah and Josie Dating: Mayflower Likes: Her girlfriend, stir fry, the color magenta, warm foods, science related subjects, math related subjects, cats, sweet and salty foods Dislikes: Emiko, Evelyn, Takei, Victor, London, Samara, Morty, Samantha, P.J, Lee- you know what she hates like ⅞ of my fanchildren we could be here all day if I had to list everyone she doesn’t like, rain, wet items, spicy foods, sour foods, chunky things- okay so she really doesn’t like a lot of things either (you get the point) Other Things: -Her hair is naturally blue, Morty was concerned that she was Rick’s kid (considering the reason why they had split up), but nope. Morty’s her Dad. -Her parents are separated (Her mother cheated on Morty with multiple people) -She doesn’t like most people (it’s considered an accomplishment if someone managed to get on her good list. Which is -by the way- very small) -She pretty much hates Morty, a lot. She has a lot of resentment towards him, mainly because she hasn’t seen her mother since she was 5. (While Morty wants to tell her that he had tried to get her mother to see her, her mother is pretty much a dead-beat parent who doesn’t give a flying fuck that her daughter exists. He knows Sapphire probably won’t believe him) -While they may be friends, Sapphire likes to pick on and bully Mars. But just because she likes to bully him, doesn’t mean she won’t beat up a person who makes fun of him (it’s like a sibling-love thing. Everyone who has a sibling here should know what I mean) -She looks up to Rick, much to her family’s (including Rick’s) dismay, she always wanted to go adventuring with him but he always declines (thus making her frustrated) -Sometimes will steal things from her Great-Grandfather without him knowing until she’s already gone with it (one of the normal things she usually steals is the portal gun -While most of her friends have powers, she’s not jealous, in fact that only makes her more confident in herself since she knows how strong she really is (thus making her even more scary knowing that she’s just as strong as her powerful friends) -She has a soft spot for her friends and girlfriend -There are very few people on her bad list that she respects (one for example being Takei) -She’s pretty well known around her school as a girl who never knows when to step down, the amount of fights she was in prove said statement She has known Pinecone and Pineneedle since they were babies, Mayflower and Monster since 5, Mars since 6, Bruno and Mercury since 7

Monster

Parents: Wirt and The Beast Full Name: Monster ‘Edelwood’ Oak Nicknames: Monty Birthday: January 31 Age: 15 Species: Demon/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′8ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Calm, Collected, Optimistic, Peaceful, Caring, Protective, Observant, Quiet, Diplomatic, Introverted, Fair-Minded Powers: +Plant Talk- Can talk to plants and understand what they’re saying +Nature control- Able to control any plant around her or even make pants appear out of nowhere +Shadow Camouflage- Using her shadow form, she can blend into any surface she so chooses as long as she doesn’t use it while in sunlight +Night vision- While using her real eyes, she can see clearly in the dark. It only works with her real eyes though, while in her human disguise she can’t see in the dark +Shape-shift- Whether it be in her human disguise or natural form, she can also turn into any animal she can think of +Enhanced smell- Can smell twice as good as a blood-hound. Helps when smelling for blood or souls +Angel’s Voice- Like with the beast, she can sing to draw prey towards her along with drain any bravery or hope from them +Underwater breathing- Can breathe underwater (she didn’t know she could until the age of 6 when Mars went out too far and nearly drowned. Wirt nearly had a heart-attack that day but was grateful she could do that) Family: Wirt *Father*, Beast *Father*, Sara *Step-mother*, Max *little half-brother*, Lantern *little half-sister*, Greg *Uncle* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Bruno, Mars, Mercury, Armory, Echomain Crush: Mars Likes: Tea, Poety, Nature, Music, Rivers, Exploring, Her Family and Friends, Old Things, Books, Walking through the woods, Singing, cold weather, English subjects, Art, Musicals Dislikes: Very hot weather, her friends/family getting injured, cheese (no one knows why, she just doesn’t like it), bright lights Other Things: -She’s carnivorous, won’t eat any plants unless she has to (a funny way to put it is that she’s like a reverse vegan) - Her favorite poet is Sara Teasdale - She got her love for poetry from Wirt, ever since she was a baby, Wirt would read poetry to her. Beast also would sometimes recite Shakespeare to her when she was a child while she visited him - She can easily retell Hamlet from memory word-for-word (she’s read and heard Shakespeare so many times that she can do that with any of his stories) - She’s in her school’s chorus (Known to be a very beautiful singer) - Her favorite type of music is Opera (no surprise there) - Once a week (sometimes two) every other month, she and Wirt would go visit the beast. Sara does know about this as she was there when the deal was first offered - She has never actually spent a halloween in the real world - Monster was born out of a giant flower - Sometimes out of habit from her demonic heritage, Monster will eat either a bird or small animal (Mayflower and Mars are the only ones who seem to freak out when that happens) - Has been playing Piano, cello, Clarinet and bass since she was little (she loves playing instruments) - Sometimes if she’s deep in thought, she’ll start talking in Shakespearean - Is an outcast at her school because people find her very weird with her personality and hobby with plants (Since she likes to whisper to them a lot). - - - - While Wirt may have reacted differently to a situation like hers, she doesn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. Nor does she acknowledge the insults other students will sometimes say about her. Sapphire on the other hand, has been in many fights because she refuses to let anyone bully her friend - Monster loves her half-siblings to death, she’ll do anything for them. Her brother Max sadly doesn’t like her since she gets most of Wirt’s attention - Her brother doesn’t know she’s not fully human, her sister on the other hand found out through her own ways (she’s very young so she’s fine with it, in fact she thinks Monster is cool and lucky to have powers as she wishes she had them too) -She’s mainly nocturnal, but since she can’t really sleep during the day often either, her body luckily managed to readjust itself so she doesn’t need to sleep often. - She doesn’t really express much inner emotions, so it’s not obvious that she has a crush on Mars (only people who know are Sapphire and Mayflower) - Has known Pinecone and Pineneedle since they were babies, Mayflower since she was 4, Bruno and Mercury since 5, Mars since 6 and Sapphire since 4 - She’s considered a theater kid (the theater kids are probably the only ones out of her school who actually like her) - Funny thing, she can walk on water (another thing to add, it took Wirt forever to let her into the water, he was just that terrified if she drowned.) -She can’t see well in bright lighting, her eyes don’t adjust well to it -She sees Sara like an actual mother to her -Seems to bleed Oil,Gold and Blood

Mayflower

Parents: Connie and Spinel Full Name: Mayflower ‘Spinel’ Maheswaran-Universe Nick names: May, Curly, Petal Birthday: February 28 Age: 14 Species: Gem/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′3ft Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Self-conscious, Joyful, Caring, Nurturing, Optimistic, Friendly, sometimes nervous, self-less, strong Powers: + Rejuvinator- can easily pull out her own rejuvinator from her gem (it can also double as a weapon to fight against other creatures, electrocuting and cutting any enemy she swings it at) +Stretchy Limbs- Like her mother Spinel, she can stretch any part of her body (as long as she doesn’t over do it, she’s fine) + Fusion- like her father Steven who is also half-gem, she can fuse with any gem or human Family: Spinel *Mother*, Connie *Mother*, Steven *Step-Father*, Nicholas *Older Half-Brother*, Stephen *Little Half-Brother*, Greg *Little Half-Brother*, Greg *Step-Grandfather*, Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz *Step-Grandmother*, Priyanka *Grandmother*, Doug *Grandfather* Friends: Pinecone, Pineneedle, Mercury, Bruno, Mars, Monster Dating: Sapphire Likes: Dancing, Singing, Traveling the Multiverse, Animals, any romantic comedy or novels, painting, Homeworld, space travel, space itself, anything funny, gardening Dislikes: Her looks, Monster attempting to eat a small creature, abandon buildings, taking pictures of herself (she gets flustered from them), horror movies, silence, being alone, blood, anyone getting hurt Other Things: -She isn’t really one who is confident with her looks, she isn’t exactly thin (she’s kinda chubby) and it does bother her sometimes (Sapphire still loves her to death and will kill anyone who makes fun of her girlfriend without hesitation or remorse. Sapphire would do anything for and I mean anything) -She and Sapphire have been dating for about 2 years now (for the one who has confessed their love to the other, they both were just flustered stuttering messes as Sapphire sucks with emotions besides anger and Mayflower is not one who has confidence) - Her older brother doesn’t like her, she tries her best, just like Monster with her own brother, to get her brother to not hate her (he’s just edgy) - She has her own gem, a spinel like her mother Spinel’s (spinel didn’t give up her form, it turns out from what I heard, Rose didn’t have to give up her form for Steven. So I am just using that idea for here too) - Since Steven, Spinel and Connie are in a polygamous relationship, Steven likes to help Mayflower understand her own powers since he can relate of course) - I can definitely assure that the Diamonds like to smother her and her brothers with love since they are Spinel’s and Steven’s kids (same can go with Pearl) - Doesn’t seem like it to others, but Mayflower is really strong, she can lift a lot since she likes to work out sometimes

Pinecone

Parents: Bill and Dipper Full Name: Pinecone ‘Pyramid’ Cipher-Pines Nick names: Pinie, PC, Creepy, Gremlin #1, Cone Birthday: May 23 Age: 13 Species: Demon/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Creepy, Hyper, Observant, Extroverted, Goofy, Creative, observant, curious, courageous, adventurous, chaotic good, crafty Powers: +Shapeshift- Can shape-shift into anything from her demon form to any small objects +Portals- Can manifest a portal to the multiverse +Enhanced smell- can smell better than humans +Telekinesis- Move things with her mind +Floating- Can float Family: Bill *Father*, Dipper *”Mother”*, Pineneedle *Twin brother*, Gravity *Little brother*, Falls *Little sister*, Mabel *Aunt*, Pacifica *Aunt*, Aqua Marie *Cousin*, Manuel *Cousin*, Tala Poly *Aunt*, Lillusion *Aunt* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Bruno, Mars, Mercury, Gabriel, Flint Crush: Max Likes: Forests, Dark areas, Halloween, Bugs, Camping, Fire, Bones, Traveling through dimensions and universes, anything sugar, Tad Strange, scissors, disturbing things, Birch trees Dislikes: Being Normal, having to sit still, London (surprisingly), snobby people, having to pretend to be human, pineapples, fancy things (finds them boring) Other Things: -Is older than Pineneedle by 6 minutes - Tad Strange is her’s and Pineneedle’s teacher (secretly since Bill hates Tad) - While she likes Monster’s little brother, most people will say she has a very “strange” way of showing her affection towards her (that being a very creepy way, what I mean is that she’ll say the creepiest things to him since she for some reason “finds his face adorable when it looks scared”) (she won’t hurt him, just freak him out. Added note, he doesn’t like her at all. Her love for him is very one-sided. But she is determined to win him over one day) - She and Pineneedle were not planned, they kinda just happened by accident (their parents still love both of them none-the-less) - Knows about other fanchildren in other universes, enjoys talking to them

Pineneedle

Parents: Bill and Dipper Full Name: Pineneedle ‘Illuminati’ Cipher-Pines Nick names: PN, Gremlin #2, Pointer, Needle Birthday: May 23 Age: 13 Species: Demon/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5ft Sexuality: Aromantic/bisexual Personality: Creepy, Hyper, Observant, Extroverted, Goofy, Creative, chaotic, courageous, adventurous, Chaotic good, disobedient Powers: +Shapeshift- Can shape-shift into anything from her demon form to any small objects +Portals- Can manifest a portal to the multiverse +Enhanced smell- can smell better than humans +Telekinesis- Move things with her mind +Floating- Can float Family: Bill *Father*, Dipper *”Mother”*, Pinecone *Twin sister*, Gravity *Little brother*, Falls *Little sister*, Mabel *Aunt*, Pacifica *Aunt*, Aqua Marie *Cousin*, Manuel *Cousin*, Tala Poly *Aunt*, Lillusion *Aunt* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Bruno, Mars, Mercury, Gabriel, Flint Crush: N/A Likes: Anything creepy, slim, spiders, snakes, mice, being crazy, scaring others, Tad Strange Dislikes: Having to be “normal”, not using his powers, rules, girly things Other Things: -Almost like he’s Pinecone’s other half, sharing similar personalities and abilities - He’s the younger twin - Where ever one twin is, the other follows (Pinecone and Pineneedle are rarely apart) - The more troublesome of the two (and that is saying something) - While Pinecone likes Max, Needle just likes to scare him - He can be very spiteful - Thinks love is gross (doesn’t understand it) - likes to skateboard with Mercury - He and Pinecone have known everyone since they were babies (they’re the little siblings of the group)

Mars

Parents: Dib and Zim Full Name: Mars ‘Irken’ Membrane Nick names: Nerd, Markie, Dork (<--- Two are from Sapphire) Birthday: July 15 Age: 16 Species: Alien/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′8ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Introverted, Anxious, Intelligent, Quiet, Friendly, Nerdy, Dorky Powers: +Breath in space- Yeah, that’s the only thing I think he can do Family: Zim *Parent*, Dib *Father*, Zoey *Little Sister* Gaz *Aunt*, Tak *Aunt*, Dr.Membrane *Grandfather* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Mercury, Bruno, Pinecone, Pineneedle Crush: Monster Likes: School (because he likes learning), technology, building things, studying, science and math related subjects Dislikes: Sapphire’s rage, moving quickly, the dark (he’s scared of it), oranges (hates the smell), Gym (he’s not that strong) Other Things: -Often gets picked on by Sapphire (though they do have their moments where they get along) (he’s not scared of her, just annoyed) - While Dib may be a proud space scientist, Mars prefers not to be acknowledged as his son for some odd reason - He doesn’t enjoy fighting other creatures, he can handle it, just doesn’t like it like the others do - He has motion sickness, move way too quickly and he’ll get nauseous - Sapphire is the reason for why he’s scared of the dark - He wears make-up to hide the green parts of his skin (the only time he doesn’t is in Gravity falls) - He has only been to space once, didn’t have fun at all (1/10 wouldn’t recommend) - Monster gave him his beanie for his birthday a few years ago, he loves it - He’s your typical shy nerd

Mercury

Parents: Star and Jackie Full Name: Mercury ‘Lynn‘ Butterfly Nick names: Flutter, Wings, Meri, Sparkles Birthday: August 2 Age: 15 Species: Mewman/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′6ft Sexuality: Pansexual Personality: Out-going, extroverted, bashful, prideful, forceful, somewhat thoughtless at times, crafty, wild Powers: +Butterfly- Butterfly form from Mewberty +Magic wand- since it’s connected to her powers they have similar spells (I am not going to list them because that’ll take too long) Family: Star *Mother*, Jackie *Mother*, Moon *Grandmother*, River *Grandfather* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Monster, Mars, Bruno, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Samantha, Anne, Evelyn, Gabriel, Black Taffy- she’s pretty much the opposite of Sapphire when it comes to people, she has a lot of friends Crush: Samantha Likes: Glitter (a lot), Shiny things, roller-blading, magic, Mewni, crazy things, summer, bright collars, dancing, sugar, hot coco, socializing, parties Dislikes: Unicorns (from her experience with them, you’d hate them too), Fairies (again, from her experience with them, you wouldn’t blame her), gnomes, garden gnomes (don’t ask), bland foods, snakes, magical high commission, her ex boyfriend (oh how the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree) Other Things: -Just going to ignore what happened in the finale because I personally thought it sucked and was a terrible way to end a series. Mercury is the heir to the Butterfly throne. - While she is a girl who can easily make friends, she is one who also tends to loose some due to her nature, she doesn’t understand boundaries and tends to drive people away occasionally - She knows a lot of Royal people and will 100% try to befriend any princes or princesses while she can - She loves to talk, a lot, she is very rarely quiet and it tends to drive Sapphire crazy and threaten to duck-tape her mouth shut - Sometimes the others think she depends on her want a little too much, because she uses it all the time even when she doesn’t need too at all - Despite being a very confident girl, when it comes to interacting with her crush (Samantha), she’s a stuttering flustered mess - Please don’t give her sugar

Bruno

Parents: Tom and Marco Full Name: Bruno ‘Julius‘ Lucitor-Diaz Nick names: Bunny, Demon-boy, Lucitor, Horns (<--- Most of these are from Sapphire) Birthday: March 30 Age: 16 Species: Demon/Mewman/Human Blood Type: [Redacted] Height: 5′8ft Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Calm, Brave, Determined, Good-hearted, Responsible, Dare-devil, Leader-like, Assertive (when needed), Confident Powers: +Fire- able to produce fire from hands and have it spread to anywhere on his body Family: Tom *Father*, Marco *Father*, Juliet *little sister*, Mariposa *Aunt*, Rafael *Grandfather*, Angie *Grandmother*, Wrathmelior *Grandmother* and Dave *Grandfather* Friends: Sapphire, Mayflower, Pinecone, Pineneedle, Monster, Mars, Mercury, Black Taffy, Josie, Jack Jr, Crush: N/A Likes: Biking, fire, Tacos, Nachos, Magical creatures, adventure, Ice-skating Dislikes: Math, school, fancy parties, dressing up, London, Mercury on sugar Other Things: -He’s sorta bad at judging things -Often butts heads with Sapphire due to both of their desires to lead the friend group - He has a third eye hidden under his hair -Has three moles in a row from largest to smallest under his right eye - Has his own pair of Dimensional scissors - Lives in the Underworld as the prince and heir to the throne - Is the only one besides Pinecone, Pineneedle and Monster, who is able to handle Mercury - Has known Mercury since the day of her birth, Pinecone and Pineneedle since they were babies, Sapphire since 7, Monster since 6 - He doesn’t really like most demons or hybrids, most of the time they’re too crazy for him to deal with (he already has to deal with 3 crazy people almost everyday. He’s good) - He’s pretty good at flattering people, he’s calls it his “secret weapon” - He likes to consider Sapphire as his rival (Sapphire feels the same way towards him) I’ll admit I got lazy with some parts because writing this was taking too long after loosing a good chunk of progress and having to redo some profiles because of it. This would have been posted sooner if it weren’t for that.

#sapphire smith #Mayflower Universe #Monster #pinecone cipher #pineneedle cipher #Mars #Bruno Lucitor #mercury butterfly #my fanchildren #my art

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🖊 i want to have a few sentence summaries of each oc you have and what fandom they’re for!!

Lawd have mercy, this is An Ask. I have so many babies. This is going behind a cut because it will be long.

FC5

🖊  - Del is my original deputy, born out of taking one look at Joseph and having the “oh no, he’s hot” reaction. Plus, Joseph as a character gives my heart a boner, so I had to do an oc to love up on him. She is the epitome of chaotic good. She only joined the sheriff’s department to pay the bills and because childhood bff Staci Pratt did. When they’re together, they have to share three braincells between them. They’re always getting into stupid shenanigans.

🖊  - April was my second. She’s a surgeon/child prodigy/was in medical school at age 16. She’s a little emotionally cold because of her background - emotionally neglectful parents, going right into a physically abuse marriage. She has three children from that marriage, and she moved to Hope County after being blackmailed asked by John Seed. She owed him a favor from when he was still John Duncan. She sees to the overall health and wellness of the Peggies - she does so many stitches, you guys. So many - and is also responsible for overseeing their medical supplies.

🖊 - Mavra is my captain, and she’s a stone cold badass. You know the phrase, “she would kill you as soon as look at you?” Well, Mav would much rather kill you than look at you. She’s the longtime partner (as in before the bombs even dropped) of Thomas Rush, and the mother of his daughter Mila. She is also pregnant during the events of FCND, but that comes out later (and I headcanon that baby will be a SuperBaby tm because of Eden’s Gift). As the Shepherd, she moves her children to New Eden and tries her best to get the two communities to cooperate, because they either all live together or die separately.

🖊 - Uli is another non-deputy oc. He’s an assistant district attorney in Missoula, and not really aware of the problems developing in Hope County. All he knows is he keeps getting files coming across his desk of people being arrested for serious crimes and represented by a lawyer who graduated from an ivy league school. This intrigues him and he decides to do a little digging. That’s how he meets John and it’s hate at first sight. It’s also lust at first sight and they end up hatefucking quite a lot. That is, until they both catch feelings. 

RDR2

🖊 - Jessie is my main rdr2 girl. She’s pretty much a self insert into rdo who travels all around with her posse (her fam) doing jobs as the need strikes. She’s chaotic neutral. Killing, kidnapping, and destruction of property, right alongside rescues and recovery of property. She is a bounty hunter, again, as the need strikes. She’s happiest hunting and searching out treasures, and she avoids other people like the plague. That is, until she gets ambushed by a bunch of O’Driscolls and is assisted by one Arthur Morgan (as in, he’s riding through the aftermath and shoots the last remaining guy right before she sticks a hunting knife in his neck). Since she’s separated from her posse for the time being, she accepts his offer of safe harbor with the VDL gang.

🖊 - Lovisa is my other one. She’s a Swedish transplant into Saint Denis and she’s a doctor. At least, she practices medicine, even if the stupid rich old men on nob hill refuse to acknowledge her. She’s protected from charges of quackery charges by grateful patients who would otherwise be turned away from “decent” hospitals and doctors. She lives in a slum and is mostly paid in food, but at least she eats well.

🖊 - Evaline is my last rdr2 oc (so far). She’s got kind of a sketchy background right now because she’s so new, but so far I know that she was abandoned by her parents at a train station. There wasn’t an orphanage or anything she could go to, but she was taken in by the owner of a hotel in exchange for cleaning and helping out around the place. As long as she minded her Ps and Qs and avoided a beating, it wasn’t a bad life. She works as a bath girl now, and she hoards her money in a sack under her bed. As soon as she has enough saved for a decent horse, she’s going to ride out of town and never look back.

FO4

🖊 - Berenice is my FO4 baby. And boy, is she dealing with a lot. She did not cope well with the initial events of the game and spent most of the time internally screaming. But she pulls up her big girl stockings, gathers her group of ragtags, and turns into a capable leader. She and Danse totally get it on.

Destiny

🖊 - Foxtrot-5 is my exo hunter. She’s a Gunslinger who travels The Way of A Thousand Cuts. She’s a bi disaster, or bisaster. She has a crush on Zavala, and it’s honestly embarrassing for everyone involved. EVERYONE. Ultra reliant on her ghost, Sammy, to curb her dumber ideas. Cayde-6 was her best friend. She was wounded on Titan in a Hive nest and it took hours before she died and could be resurrected. It was very traumatic for her and Sammy, and she hasn’t been quite the same since. He’s afraid she might need to be rebooted, but he doesn’t want to lose her. Who knows what Foxtrot-6 will be like. She took off for the Tangled Shore as soon as they announced they were looking for a Hunter Vanguard.

🖊 - Neza is my awoken warlock. She’s a Voidwalker following the Attunement of Fission. She’s a Gensym scribe, a member of the Praxic Order with the Cormorant Seal, and she is married to Banshee-44. They’ve been together for like 80 years, since he was Banshee-15, and they’re very happy, tyvm. She is the apprentice of Asher Mir - whether he likes it or not, she’s not going to let all that knowledge die with him. She was furious after the Pyramidion debacle and barely spoke to him for like three years. He pretended to love it, but missed his “assistant”.

🖊 - Lia is my human titan. She’s a Striker and follows the Code of the Missile and is a little punch happy. She and her strike team mainly hang out on Nessus and keep the remnants of the Red Legion and the Vex from causing too much trouble. She is the: Captain, Godslayer, Iron Lord, Young Wolf, Hivebane, Kingslayer, Crota’s End, Rivensbane, Shadow of Earth, MMXIX, VIP #2014, etc etc etc. She’s lost track of her titles, thinks they’re a bit stupid really, but she has an overactive sense of duty and she rushes into a fight without really thinking it through. She is currently working for the Praxic Order to take down The Drifter, and she might be a teensy weensy bit compromised. But he better keep away from her ghost.

DA

🖊 - Ursella Cousland is my Hero of Ferelden. I think we’re all very familiar with the Cousland background by now. She tried to honor her parents by using their teaching in all of her dealings, like when to be diplomatic and when to solve a problem with a knife. Dual wield rogue. She marries Alistair and becomes Queen of Ferelden and lives happily ever after. Let me ended it there, bioware you assholes

🖊 - Marilyn Hawke is the Viscountess of Kirkwall. Purple Hawke, my dudes. Another rogue here (I have a type, okay.) Fenris is her boo. Anders critical because, I as her creator, find Anders repulsive. She definitely kills him in the end. As much as she would love to, she is no longer able to follow Fenris around on his adventures. She gets stuck in the Fade, but you bet your ass she’ll be out and ready to kick Fen’Harel’s ass in jig time.

🖊 - Adelais Trevelyan was my first Inquisitor. As the youngest daughter of many, many siblings, she feels like she has quite large shoes to fill. Dedicated Andrastian. I headcanon that she was basically starting from scratch, combat wise. She’s would much rather be curled up with a book than out drilling in the snow. Cassandra definitely has to chase her down for training, but they bond over smutty literature. She’s reliant on Vivienne to keep her from embarrassing herself with her country bumpkin ways. They’re the land rich cash poor kind of nobility. She’s related to like…everyone. Family members all over the place. She’s madly in love with Cullen.

🖊 - Haletelbana (Bana) Lavellan is obvs my Elven inkie. I know they say the Lavellan clan roams the Free Marches, but I decided to make canon my bitch and say they were a desert clan based in the Western Approach. She joins Dorian in bitching whenever she gets cold. Eventually they just decide to share a bedroll for the warmth anytime they’re anywhere the temperature drops below sweltering. She sees the ocean for the first time in the Storm Coast and falls in love. Stupid sexy Solas breaks her heart. She also puts Briala in a position of power fuck you Celene

The Arcana

I blame @pabstbeerpussy for this.

🖊 - Sadb (pronounced Sayv) is the name of my apprentice. I don’t have much of a backstory for her yet, but she and Asra are in every kind of love it’s possible to be in, okay? Her familiar is a red panda named Batsa.

I have more, but I think this has gone on more than long enough, plus tumblr has already crashed once. But I’m always happy to scream about my babies!

#my ocs #Thanks for asking! #fc5 #rdr2 #fo4 #destiny 2 #dragon age inquisition #the arcana #i forgot Mass Effect #but damn #this is long

[hunterartemis]

The Assistant (Newt Scamander X OC): Chapter 1: Pilot

I intend to write a miniseries on this, have some ideas on it, wanna try it. So bored with Valentines cheesy stuff. May range form comedy to Romance to drama. 

chapter Summary: Newt returns home from Paris (six months from the Grindlewald fiasco) and Bunty is gone. So he needs a new assistant. She seems okay, but things don’t go just as planned.

Word Count: 2064

Chapter theme:  Agitato I - Schlitten, By Alfred Schnittke, from The Story of an Unknown Actor: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0iFW4sSgkE

“So what is your name again?” Newt asked while he skimmed through the papers the woman placed before him.

“Audrey Page. I passed Hogwarts at 1920, had potions, charms, transfiguration, Defence against the Dark Arts and Animal Husbandry at my NEWTs.”

“So why do you think you are fit for this job?” Newt asked the third entry of today.

That’s the third time he was saying this sentence and he was losing it already. Not because it was absolutely tiring when people just showed up to ogle at his face, and not for the job, but he was seriously bummed that Bunty left him for another man.

She was really good at her job.

“Well, I consider myself an animal lover, and over the years I have learned the art of patience and not to question my superiors.” Newt wasn’t really expecting this, because that wasn’t like the star-struck babbling that he was hearing from the previous interviews. That last bit struck a bit sarcastic to Newt, however he sensed that she was saying all this to butter him up, she needs this job and will do whatever it takes; unlike the other candidates who are just there to get a whiff of his fame and go. She was desperate and serious.

“That’s... quite diplomatic of you.”Newt commented softly, cautiously looking at her way, trying to be professional but his anxiety of making eye contact with another human was brushing on his mind now and then. Audrey, the interviewee was sitting straight without fidgeting. That comforted him to a degree, because sometime when Bunty fidgeted all over the place and it made him anxious that he did something wrong.

“With four siblings grown up and a father as strict, one needs the best sets of skills one can find.” She added with a sardonic smile, but Newt found nothing funny about that. With his sensitive mind he felt a hint of oppression in her upbringing. This filled his mind with sadness and bitterness as she started to remind him of a certain old friend who died recently. He lost in his own train of thought, and then suddenly remembered what was in front of him.

“Well... you can start right away...“ Newt nervously asserted, and judging by the silence of his interviewee, he halfway looked at her again, she was quite in suspicion about his statement. “Well, did I not confirm your job...? “ Newt said a little more firmly, getting flustered whenever his assertiveness is misread. After all assertiveness is not his strongest suit.

“Oh-yes sir, thank you for this opportunity.” she took off her gauntlet glove and led it forward for Newt to shake it. Newt, taking her hand briefly, shook it and told her to come at 9 AM sharp.

With the last creak of door at 7 PM at the evening, Newt could finally breathe in peace. With the interviews over, he can now rest and go back with his life. To think more practically, he didn’t need an assistant at all before. But when he blew up half his apartment last time, his brother Theseus practically conjured Bunty from air.

“Hire an assistant, or someday I will have to read The Magizoologist found dead in his apartment: strange animal marks on him.”

And that really spoiled him to death.

He hoped that this time won’t be such a collateral damage. He really liked this young woman, Audrey. She has confidence.

CLANK

Whoever wrote the proverb ‘it will come when you least expect it’, must knew a couple of nifflers. Newt reminded himself to remove the shiny switch from his lamp... again.

...

The next day, as Newt was struggling to finish his breakfast with chasing the niffler babies around, a soft knock issued. Newt opened the door and found a stranger young woman standing at his door. Newt first became quite unarmed as she was quite elegantly dressed in navy-and-charcoal coloured silk, staring straight at him. On the other hand, he was halfway through his work dress. He peered behind the half opened door and asked nervously,

“Yes... may I help you? “

The woman stood speechless for a moment, “Mr. Scamander, I am your new assistant, I was to join today at--” she took out a fob watch out of her waist pocket, “at 9 AM sharp by your orders?” she added with equal amount of surprise and heat.

Newt slapped his head and opened his door fully, easing himself on the fact that she was no stranger woman, but Miss Page, the third candidate from yesterday, “oh yes... Miss Page, come in come in...”

Audrey came inside and Newt noticed she was avoiding his gaze; in fact she looked quite uncomfortable. Wondering what could have upset her he closed the door, and started to apologise about the morning, “you must excuse me, I am not good at remembering faces, so it will take me quite an amount of time to get comfortable around you.”

“That is quite fine, Mr. Scamander...” she added avoiding eye contact, desperately trying to look away, “... is the beast chamber that way?” she pointed at a random direction, and started to pace herself as soon Newt said, “second door down the hall.” and when the realization hit him that he was just wearing his long unbuttoned work-shirt and dressing gown only, he felt so embarrassed that he swore that he would die. Not only it was immensely unprofessional, but he also unintentionally flashed his perpetually elegantly dressed new young assistant. Perhaps that’s the reason Bunty left after all.

Decenting himself up, he descended to his basement, trying his best to focus on his job. He never flustered with his previous assistant, and he wondered what was happening now. As soon as he descended he saw Audrey’s navy-and charcoal robes were littered at a side, as she was now wearing some kind of coarse cloth smock, and getting comfortable with the some Occamies. He fondly saw the Occamies cheerfully slithering about her arm, and she like a fond mother tended them with care. There were very few people in Newt’s life who were liked by the Occamy; not even Leta could get past them. 

“I see they have taken a shine on you...“ Newt said softly, and Audrey, startled by his voice and relieved by his decency nodded modestly, “yes... I had the privilege to get familiar with them in Japan. “

“So you are also a traveler then?” Newt asked softly, getting his push-cart ready, filling them with food for the Graphon.

“Not really... Dumbledore forced me to a summer internship at Mahoutokoro.” Audrey added, while rocking the Occamy chick in her arm, “at first I hated it, but their Care of Magical Creatures programme made me fell in love with the beasts.“

“Oh...” Newt didn’t push it further. He wanted to initiate a conversation but she had this incredible presence about her speech that forced him to retreat in his shell. The incident in the morning plagued him again and to distract himself he proceeded with feeding the Graphon.  With its tentacles, it was obediently eating the pork pieces Newt held out and suddenly there was a will of speech that sprung in Newt’s head.

‘Do you know that the name Occamy comes from the Japanese phrase Oo-kami--’

Audrey was so engrossed with the creatures that she was quite startled with Newt’s speech and dropped one of the chicks. This sudden alarm wasn’t quite accepted by the creatures and one of them buried their beak deep into Audrey’s right arm.

“Argh.... my arm... ” Audrey collapsed on the floor while Newt came running towards her. “I am extremely sorry... I didn’t realise--”

“It’s okay Mr. Scamander... I am quite fine. You don’t have some Murtlap’s essence laying around on your workshop do you?” Audrey stood on her feet, almost staggering towards the stair as the perforated place in her arm started to turn blue.

“Absolutely not...” Newt paced himself and grabbed her arm and sat her down, “you will sit right here while I fix something...” Newt ran to his little workshop and Audrey heard several sounds of crushing and thudding, and sat quietly on the staircase, near the replica of the River Beauly where she could see the Kelpie’s weedy fins surface often.

Audrey turned around as Newt descended quickly with a stone pestle and mortar in his hand. Audrey attempted to stand up, with her eyes roaming all over him. He at first put the mortar at levitation near where Audrey was standing. For a few moments she wasn’t sure what he was going to do, and then with a soft motion, she swore she heard him mumble,

“Excuse me for this....”

For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about, but what he did next was beyond her imagination.

“I am going to s-suck the venom out of y-your arm...” Newt babbled and as soon as his speech was over he engaged in his act. It was strangely endearing that he successfully hid beneath his tuft of hair and as soon as he was done, he brought the mortar and applied the cool bluish gray paste on the wound.

“You would have endangered yourself if you applied Murtlap essence over that.” Newt asserted with his usual nervousness, and Audrey felt quite relaxed and soothed as he was softly applying the ointment, “Murtlap essence doesn’t work on animal bites... it is more for the human made wounds, like swords and stuff.” His long thumb gently circled around and flattened the paste. “Occamy venom loses its power on a willing receiver... they are too pure to be vengeful you know--” Newt stood up on his feet and avoiding eye contact with Audrey swiftly descended. She was left speechless at that kind of an act.

Although it was her first day, she was sure that bosses and assistants don’t usually go like this. He had a reputation of being random, that she knew but it was way too much. 

On his defense, he did inform her about it though... although he barely mentions anything about “Occamy Venom” in his books. 

-- Besides it’s like performing CPR, there’s no beef about it!

Maybe it slipped his mind... better note to down in case it happens again.

...

Extended Ending

Finite...

The charm lifted from the front door and the lock moved itself to open. Audrey slipped in and locked the door with another charm, and then with another wave of wand lit the lights of the living room. Slipping off her fur scarf and pointed hat, she impatiently looked towards the right.

“Lampito, I want my tea...” she called out a little rudely and scampered when the flames in the fireplace started to flicker.

“Hello papa...” she courteously leaned in front of the fire, facing a middle aged man with dark hair and sharp eyes. Although it was hard to mark the features through the fire but he looked like a person who wasn’t to be crossed at any circumstances.

“Good evening, my dear... ” he said with sternness, “how was your day?”

“It is great papa” Audrey added with a false cheeriness, “as always. Mr. Scamander is a cordial superior; he does not strain me too much. With Grindlewald around we are always on our toes, aren’t we?” she tried to laugh it off, but her voice shook a little.

“Good... I hope you will soon be promoted to have your own office.” Her father commented, “Everything’s well here... I wish you good night.” and with abruptness, the fire was out.

“Your tea, Mistress...” a whizzy voice called her from the behind. A rather old house-elf placed the china set on the glass top baroque coffee table, and was taking Audrey’s satchel-bag to its rightful place.

“How many times I have to tell you... leave my bag alone!!!” Audrey screamed at Lampito, who, after breathing an apology disappeared in the dark. After the house elf disappeared, Audrey sealed the room with a charm so that no one could spy on her, and took a black bordered, ominously formal looking letter out of her bag. Under her well shaped finger, filigree like script peeked out, that read--

From the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,

An Order for Termination and Further discontinuity of Service

I am definitely testing the water around here. I never wrote an Hp fanfic even though it was the first fandom that I ever gotten into. Newt is an interesting character and I like to write about him. 

#newt scamander fanfiction #newt x oc #assistant roleplay #newt scamander love #fbawtft #crimes of grindlewald #hp fanfic #original character #1920 #newt scamander x oc #newt x reader

[far-away-stars]

THE EXTREMELY DETAILED OC ASK MEME for Iegan AND Apate!! I warned you. :P Stay tuned for more. Probably.

There you are. At the best of my abilities. may it curse your sleep and bless my crops. :’D

under cut cause it’s damn fucking long. 

Illyrio

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

So, I don't really have month/day precise birthdays for my ocs? :'D I don't even know how that would work on SW and I suck at star signs so… I can say Illyrio is born in 3682 BBY and that makes him 42 during the events of Makeb (which is the year he meets Muhn, if that works as a reference), and that I fancy calling him a Scorpio cause I guess it kinda fits. 

2. Gender Identity

Cis man. It never really went further for him, he always was comfortable that way.

3. Orientation and Relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?))

Bisexual. Married to Muhren in 3637 BBY in canon universe; alternatively fancying his mess agent Blakk in other ones and .. well, both in some others. >>

4. Race and Ethnicity

Human, in SW standards, and then I couldn't really go in many more details 'cause, well, I still kinda want it to apply to his universe rather than trying to stick Earth labels and I don't have a clear faceclaim… let's stick to "not white".

5. Height and Body type

He's 1m77 aka 5'9". He's not overly muscular, but still very much in shape. He has a pretty athletic body even if he's essentially built for agility.

6. Headcanon VA

I cannot find headcanon VA for the love of me, so, well, I suppose simple the Inquisitor VA for now. :'D Euan Morton is a Broadway actor and singer after all.

7. Occupation

Dark Council Elite, leader of the Sphere of Expansion and Diplomacy, with direct oversee on the Voss' diplomatic situation.

8. Weapon of Choice(?)

already answered here

9. Hometown and current residence

He was born on Ziost, in a slave breeding and training facility. He lived some years in an apartment at Dromund Kaas but now has set residence in his mansion on Voss, despite his work not often allows him to spend long periods of time there.

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars?

They have a number of scars, most prominent being the slave marking on his face, the whip scaring on his back and the lightsaber mark on his chest.

11. Do they have any notable features, like horns, tails, or so on?

Aside from the slave markings and, I guess, the white hair (not that much of a significant feature when alien races are involved :'D ) he doesn't really have any, no.

12. Own any pets?

Nope, thank the Force, he doesn't have to deal with his daughter's Nexus anymore and he's happier this way. 

13. Have any kids?

Yes, his daughter Khatyrkite, that he had at 23 and adopted when she was 7.

14. Can they cook? Can they bake?

No. Let's leave it to that. :’D

15. Can they sing? Can they dance?

They can sing but it's not that easy to make them. They can formally dance with dignity, but not much else. Too rigid.

16. Can they drive?

Yes, but prefers to be driven around.

17. Can they fight?

Yes, double-bladed lightsaber and Force training. When younger he was also quite dangerous bare-handed but he hasn't trained that skill in a while.

18. Have any special keepsakes?

Not really… his lightsaber, I suppose. Old beads for his braid. But he isn't emotionally attached to many of his belongings. 

Interests

19. Hobbies

Some not-so-light reading, meditation, napping, listening/going to the Opera.

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

Dark clothing with gold accents, rich reds, furs, and expensive tastes. Sith aesthetic meets some vague Arabian vibes and have a hedonist child.

21. Fave food(s) and drink(s)

He likes finger-foods; salty, small quiches are probably some of his favorites. As a drink he likes fruity and spiced wines, cold or hot.

22. Fave Color

Blood red.

23. Fave Genre

History books.

24. Fave Season

Autumn.

25. City or Country?

He spends enough time in the city working, so country for his relaxing times, but he wouldn't give up the comforts of the City easily.

26. Guilty Pleasure

Power? Witch sometimes turns into sex.

Storytime

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

Before Muhn his family was basically only his daughter, Khatyrkite, and they were close, despite Illyrio's initial efforts not to be so. She grew on him and managed to slowly but surely make his fear more of an after-though. He didn't want to get attached to someone so easy to love. An alien child with no practical education thrown into the Academy of Korriban? Khatyrkite had to work hard to prove she could do it. And he did make her work, considering it necessary that she could prove and defend herself without her father's title to protect her. They have great affection for each other, even of it's often left unspoken, and even if not as strong as before, they still have their Force bond to prove it, even to each other.

28. Are they literate? Did they go to school? How long? What level? 

They are literate, and learned most of his basic knowledge during slave training. The rest he took up keeping company to the young Master during his studies and generally during slave life. Then there was the Sith Academy and then he was taken as an Apprentice and Abraxas finished his education. He learned the rest on the way.

29. What was childhood like?

Not much of a childhood, let's say that. Studies, collars, biological engineering, slave training directed into obedience and alienation to self.

30. What was adolescence like?

Spent serving as a company slave in a high ranking noble family in Ziost. Let's say stunted.

31. What’s their current main conflict?

Finding any peace between overworking and starting to let go but risking losing status/power and a certain state of security born from habit.

32. What steps have they taken to overcome this conflict

Trusting more of his emotional baggage, vulnerability and work on his husband.

33. How have they changed over time?

He has become less.. unstable. Sith training following his slave one had pushed on many of the emotions he had been repressing beforehand, so, well, it made for a powerful Sith, but not much of an emotionally stable individual. He got in touch with more of himself and on what truly he wanted to be for his Muhn. 

For Fun

34. What’s their room look like right now?

It's a mix between his rich but organised deco and Muhn's pretty clutter and his plants. Rich, elegant colors overall, generally elegant but comfortable looking, cushions, big bed, big windows, woods, a library. His room is his comfort place, really, and probably one of the rooms he spends more time in aside from his training room and the gardens.

35. What are they like as a friend?

Bad. Bad-ish.

36. What are they like as a partner?

He.. gets better at it, given a little time. >> The sex is good.

37. Do they have any phobias?

They are not fond of deep waters, but can manage them. They detest Force inhibition devices.

38. Did/do they go anywhere special for vacations?

They haven't gone in one in… dam forever. They wouldn't know at this point, really. It's a mix between wanting to be in a place where he wouldn't be recognized and his desire to keep his status and power close.

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

Rich, hot, spiced coffee.

40. What time do they go to bed, usually?

Depends, they are very used to an irregular sleep pattern.

41. What’s their morning routine like?

Depending on how much time they have, the very least composes shower and a minimum of beauty care, they usually pick their clothes the day before. They usually snack something quick if they have the time and take a caff or directly a stim, if need be.

42. What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done?

That's not to be discussed here.

43. What pokemon would your character be (if they’re already a pokemon/gijinka tell us what they are, and how that’s affected them)?

I.. don't really know? Struggling between a dark type or simply a snob-looking one.

44. What’s their pokemon team? Try to pick all 6.

Dear Force, so.. Any snake Pokemon is valid and he should have them, this being said : 

Arbok

Serperior

Ninetales

Spiritomb

Sableye

Chandelure

+if I may, a couple of legendaries that rule the Sith snake aesthetic :

Zygarde

Shiny Mega Rayquaza

45. Theme song (and a playlist if you’ve got it!)

I will always put "How can I refuse" here, no matter the consequences. :'D

46. If this character was in a musical, what would their motif be (what kind of instruments do you hear, what’s the tempo, ect).

Oh my god, I don't have that knowledge. Something low and a bit fear-inducing, but with a melody of strings, violins and violas, cutting it like the fresh falling of rain in between dark, tempest-heavy clouds. Some quiet, deep, rich drums.

The Deep Lore™

47. What was this character’s biggest turning point in their life, something that changed them almost completely?

Discovering he was Force Sensitive.

48. What was their lowest point? What was their highest point?

Lowest : his years at the Academy. Highest : Becoming a Darth/marrying Muhn.

49. What are some themes tied to your character’s story? I'm sorry, I'm getting too stuck with some of those deep© questions, I'm giving them up for now. :'3

50. What are some motifs associated with your character?

Villainous behavior, hedonism, manipulation, pragmatism, hyper-emotionalism.

51. What were some inspirations for your character (people, movies, games)?

Well, the Inquisitor storyline from STWOR, certainly, tho I didn't end up keeping much of it. Aside from that nothing really comes to mind but I'm sure I'm missing stuff. :/ In six years he has been through stuff.

52. How are you and your character the same? How are you different?

We struggle with other people's expectations and we don't want to be seen as weak or exploitable, I suppose. For how different we are I suppose the rest is pretty more obvious, but, mhn, I blame myself much more quickly, despite my barriers, so, well, instead of killing people I just get sad, I suppose. :'3

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

I expected a hot, sassy, dark side playthrough. I guess I didn't expect the angst, the fluff and the attachment. :'33

54. What does your character want, and what do they need?

He wants power, but he needs to unlearn what truly gives him value.

55. What’s your character’s core trait? What’s their best trait? What’s their worst trait? When happens when these all interact with each other? see point 49.

56. What’s your overall goal with this character? Will they get a happy ending or will they succumb to their faults?

They.. eh. I don't really believe in endings? People go on, one way or another. He's much more than a simple narrative for me, now. If I were to just see how much he has already done in his life I would say he's in a happier place now, so, I'm glad. But that's not who he is either. It's not about getting him fixed, not really

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Apate

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

Born in 3678 BBY, the rest is not in my book. :’3

2. Gender Identity

Non-binary/agender, intersex.

3. Orientation and Relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?))

Bisexual, kinda taken by Kitty, but it's in the "it's complicated" folder cause we technically didn't even set a meeting point for them. :'D also, precedently entangled with Mikawlas, and generally involved with many other . >> 

4. Race and Ethnicity

Togruta. Their faceclaim-ish is Ezra Miller, so some ethnic inspiration there.

5. Height and Body type

They are 1m81 aka 5'11". They are slender with some athletic features, especially on the abdominal area. 

6. Headcanon VA

I have no clue. :'D I'm sorry.

7. Occupation

Went from sex worker to owner of the Golden Rose Pleasure Center.

8. Weapon of Choice(?)

Sniper Rifle. They don't really consider their body or their pleasure expertise a weapon, no matter its potentialities.

9. Hometown and current residence

Grew up in a Coruscanti orphanage, now resides on Nar Shadda.

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars?

Aside from their natural Togruta markings, nope, and if they were to get them/had got them in the past, wouldn't hesitate to have them removed.

11. Do they have any notable features, like horns, tails, or so on?

Lekku and Montrals? :'D they are curved in the front so they do catch the eye.

12. Own any pets?

No. They didn't have the position for one for a long time and then never really gotten to it. Probably scared they would do a bad job taking care of one.

13. Have any kids?

Nope.

14. Can they cook? Can they bake?

They can't really, no. :'3 they can manage a survivalist meal but they essentially rely on other to get food.

15. Can they sing? Can they dance?

They can't really sing, but it's not a passion of their so they never really did any practice worth of it. They can dance, but only a selection of simple things, essentially for their job. They don't mind dancing casually, and are pretty good at it. At least, they are pretty to look at doing so.

16. Can they drive?

They can, they shouldn't, but they can. :'D

17. Can they fight?

They are better at ranged combat, but they can throw a hell of a fight nonetheless.

18. Have any special keepsakes?

I'm not sure if they have anything of Mikawlas, or even of their orphanage life.. they spent too much time on the street, if they managed to salvage something during those years it would certainly be a precious possession for them. 

Interests

19. Hobbies

Taking care of themself with beauty products or with a mani-pedi is a luxury they couldn't afford for a long time and it does marvels to their mood so they indulge in gladly it when they have some me time. Also they have a sometimes strained relationship with their looks, so making themself pretty makes them happy. Aside from that they like simple pad games, to run and spend some time in shooting ranges.

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

They like shiny, they like precious fabrics, gold, their heels, shorts, skirts and dresses, some fashionable frills and classy, eye-catching outfits. 

21. Fave food(s) and drink(s)

They like experimental foods, jellies and escargots the most probably. If they could only drink vodka and lemon sprite they would. Also champagne.

22. Fave Color

Rose Gold.

23. Fave Genre

Detective/crime stories.

24. Fave Season

They haven't experienced much of those, living mostly in ecumenopolises, so, if it's not artificial weather they probably would have complaints one way or another. Something temperate I suppose, late spring.

25. City or Country?

City.

26. Guilty Pleasure

Aside from sex? Mhn. The thrill of the hunt, maybe. But both of those things have been incorporated in jobs for a long time, so, well, aside from having a particular relationship with both, defining them "guilty" pleasures is complicated. I guess they like being pampered, sexually or not, so there's that.

Storytime

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

They don't have a family, nor good memories from the orphanage, so, probably the closest they got to family was, first, at Madame's institute, where they really come in touch with a positive collective/community. They started coming in touch with themself and with others in a way that was more than family than ever before. Of course they wanted to rebuild that with the Golden Rose, even if it became with times more "officious" with the number of workers and clients and regulations that came with it. But they do want people to feel safe with the Rose, and want them to feel at least a little bit like family.

28. Are they literate? Did they go to school? How long? What level? 

They are literate, and studied at the orphanage until they left, so, they are not very knowledgeable after that. They didn't continue studies, only tried to pick up some decent bases to start being more independent after Madame picked them up. They worked hard to be functional as owner of the Golden Rose, and that's where they are at. 

29. What was childhood like?

They weren't very happy at the orphanage, didn't felt like they belonged. It ended up with them running away, so...

30. What was adolescence like?

A mix between rebellious orphanage life, naive Nar Shadda and bling/bling fascination and the basically spoiled, responsibility-free life as a Crime Lord doll. It was.. maybe not as practically formative as it could have, overall.

31. What’s their current main conflict? I'm sorry, I'm getting too stuck with some of those deep© questions, I'm giving them up for now. :'3 

32. What steps have they taken to overcome this conflict? see above

33. How have they changed over time?

They became more self-aware, more conscious of themself and their choices. More independent, and such, with a bigger presence, allowing them to also create better and stronger bonds with people. With a helping hand they started shedding all the bad preconceptions they had on their life, even if it really took years and years to come to terms with some truth about themself and their past, but well, they got back on their feet. Now they have a house, they pay bills, they own and handle a host house that oversees many people that Apate wants to protect. So, well, I can't really tell how they changed, cause they didn't, not really. It was still them, all along, but I guess they own themself a bit more every day.

For Fun

34. What’s their room look like right now?

It's a pretty big room, but essentially on the minimalist side. Very clean and shiny, with its marble floors and big window on the High District. It's not cluttered and Apate doesn't spend that much time in it, but when they do they find it more peaceful for it to be essential but pretty and expensive looking in its decor and composition.

35. What are they like as a friend?

Devoted, sometimes harsh and too up-front, but also generous and affectionate.

36. What are they like as a partner?

They haven't had much experience in that field yet, so, maybe, distant, even if not on purpose. They are not really used to the practicality of building ties so ever-present and strong, they are still very much used to deal with things on their own. But very sweet, very tactile, very inquisitive, playful.

37. Do they have any phobias?

Of losing themself in someone's idea of them. Again.

38. Did/do they go anywhere special for vacations?

They haven't taken a vacation in ages, they want to quite bad. Anything different from Nar Shadda would be welcome, but they probably want the pampering vacation treatment. They do have an affinity for water, because of their ex, so maybe somewhere they could swim a bit.

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

Everyday something different, they don't like caff but drinks it daily so spicing things up is their way. Now it's usually Terjam that buys caff for them, so they enjoy being surprised.

40. What time do they go to bed, usually?

It depends, the Rose usually "opens" late in the morning and closes later at night, but it depends if there are events or not, and if Apate has plans or not. They are more akin to the night life, and Nar Shadda Never really sleeps, so it's not unusual for them and some friends to have late evening shopping sprees or date nights or such. It will depend on how much work there had been during the day.

41. What’s their morning routine like?

They take their time. They wake up slow and then stretch and drink water and then shower, quick breakfast with either milk/yogurt/sweet cheese and some fruits while listening to radio/the news, and then make up and dressing up and then to the Golden Rose where they take a coffee and some pastries with Terjam before starting work around 10:00.

42. What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done?

Thinking it was a good idea to escape to Nar Shadda with no money or friends or knowledge of the city at the peak of 15 years old.

43. What pokemon would your character be (if they’re already a pokemon/gijinka tell us what they are, and how that’s affected them)?

Zughhh... Tsareena.

44. What’s their pokemon team? Try to pick all 6.

Shiny Goldeen

Gorebyss

Mega Diancie

Mega Altaria

Alola Ninetails

Sylveon

45. Theme song (and a playlist if you’ve got it!)

I don't really have one, ahh… Lady Gaga-ish feelings, but not as "hard".

46. If this character was in a musical, what would their motif be (what kind of instruments do you hear, what’s the tempo, ect).

Mhn, something lively and clear, but with a solid accompaniment, like some piano. Maybe a discrete but deep beat underneath, like almost a techno base.

The Deep Lore™

47. What was this character’s biggest turning point in their life, something that changed them almost completely?

There's been two. One when Mikawlas died, and Apate found themself mourning, furious, hurt and dependent on the little skills they had to survive from there on. The second was when Madame picked them up and helped them detox and then got them back on their way to manage themself independently and redefine boundaries in a way that could better connect them to themself and a thriving comfort zone.

48. What was their lowest point? What was their highest point?

Apate almost lost themself, and skipped many steps of their emotional and practical development growing up in not-so-healthy environments. They never really had a family, they rushed and yet mellowed through their adolescence without any real friends of their age, they suffered a big loss pretty young and then started living off favours and on the street without really a support and foundation to evolve. 

Then they got back to their feet, and found their ambitious drive again, and created the Golden Rose and wasn't that just *chef kiss*.

49. What are some themes tied to your character’s story?

Former drug addiction, stunt in personal growth and past trauma being overcome, sex work and its relation to their own sex drive and desire, curiosity and extroversion, sex positivism, grooming, fashion and beauty care.

50. What are some motifs associated with your character?

Unsuspected assassin, Diva, fashion expert, sexy and capable, sass master.

51. What were some inspirations for your character (people, movies, games)?

Mhnhnjnnnn I dunno. There are pieces here and there but.. nothing that flashes in my mind. 

52. How are you and your character the same? How are you different?

We like shiny things. They can pull it off.

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

A character for smutty action, and I kinda got myself into angst but also a more vivacious and free-willed character I expected. 

54. What does your character want, and what do they need?

They want the Golden Rose to thrive, they probably need a vacation.

55. What’s your character’s core trait? What’s their best trait? What’s their worst trait? When happens when these all interact with each other? see point 31

56. What’s your overall goal with this character? Will they get a happy ending or will they succumb to their faults?

Same as Illy's point.

#that was so long #aaaah #:'D what a mess #I hope it makes some resemblance of sense #oc : illyrio #oc : Apate #ask : Illyrio #ask : Apate #thank you for the ask(s) #u evil xD #askshivanulegacy

[guardiancherisher]

Netflix’s Hilda Fanfiction Time! (outlined ideas only) (free use) (Please give credit)

David AUs

Secretly the son the bug queen

Turns out he’s a changeling

Queen’s child

Amnesia Hilda AU

AU rewrites first meeting of the great raven

Hilda loses memories while climbing mountains

Would have died if the raven didn’t save her

The raven tries to help her regain memories

Meanwhile her friends and family are looking for her

Hours turn to days turn to months

Finds scarf but not Hilda

The raven grows protective of Hilda

Amnesia Hilda has started living with the raven in his nest

She wants to do something for him to say thanks and goes out on her own to do so.

This ends with a troll or giant kidnapping or coming after her.

The raven saves her just in time, but she is injured.

He doesn’t understand human wounds and she ends up getting a fever on top of things

He’s so worried and doesn’t know what to do

That’s when he goes to find a healer

Alpha?

Nissa?

Random healing spirit?

Who is Hilda’s father?

Crossovers

Rick Sanchez

Blue hair

Stanford Pines

In the first episode, she is basically sketching a mythical creature like Ford has done.

Perfect personality mashup between Ford and Mum

Flaw: doesn’t explain blue hair

Maybe it makes her a prophecy?

Died as a kid and bringing back from dead is blue hair side effect?

She was going to die, but by looking for a mythical creature they were able to save her.

But at what cost?

Cursed?

As a baby, played with one of Ford’s dimensional thingies and now has blue hair forever

Mum: “Ford clean up your inventions! I don’t want them lying around where the baby can get at them.”

Ford: “Don’t worry. There’s no possible way she’ll be able make them work with the safeties on.”

Baby Hilda:

1. –too smart for safety-

2. –puts science in mouth- -sparks-

Mum: “FORD! –panics-”

Ford:

1. –panics-

2. HOW!?!

OC’s

Random blue haired/bearded guy

Looks like a woodmen?

Business men?

Bad father faceless father montage

Refer to Treasure Planet

Spy? Adventurer?

Reason he’s no there

Lost at sea?

Turned to gold while exploring an old temple

Indian Jones type?

Random traits

Abusive

Mum escaped to the woods because of him?

Abandons Hilda and Mum

Dead

Ghost dad

Mum is a teenage pregnancy

Dad is magical creature

Centaur

A spirit of some kind

Water

Air

Rain

Ocean

Lake  

Forest

Humanoid of some kind or can transform from human to beast

Merman 

Kitsune

Blue dragon

Blue beast wolf thing

Typical beast

Male Snow White

Prince of the forest

King ruler person

Alien

Mum has memories erased of husband

Because he had to go away and it was easier cause he knew Mum was stubborn

Danger

Random

Does Woodmen see Hilda as a kind of daughter?

Did he lose his real daughter? Family?

Cursed into woodmen form?

Woodmen finds Hilda as a baby and raises her

rude Hilda?

Wild Child AU

Aka Wild Hilda AU

Hilda raised by the creatures of the wilderness

Like Tarzan, but every creature pitches in

Woodmen

father figure

Mum dead or worse

Mum ghost?

Hilda Has Powers AUs

Hilda has superpowers

Communicates with the animals

Empathic powers

Can shapeshift into mythical creatures

Like Ben 10 or something

Alien powers?

Blessed by mythical creature?

Fairy?

Godmother?  

Hilda has magic

Hilda the witch

Twig familiar

Elf summoning (Witch norm: Usually Elves are used as slaves)

The librarian is her teacher

Hilda with cape  

Twig AUs

Hilda’s cursed brother or half-sibling (because magical forest dad?)

Twig talks AU

Twig familiar AU

Has a secondary dangerous form

Protector AU

Hilda long lost princess idea?

Blue hair

Father comes to take her back home

Or like Princess Diaries were she is last of royal family

Royal drama!

Sabotage

Assassinations  

Ninjas

poison 

Villains

Princess of Earth’s creatures

Diplomat

She may be immortal now    

Alfur AUs

Hilda’s cursed brother

Elf Slave AU

Hilda to the rescue!

Plot: make elves free!  

Crossover Needs

KND Hilda (#89)

89 is number form translates to “Hi” :3

make her Earth in another galaxy 

space KND 

Danny Phantom Crossover 

Dimensional crossover

Hilda and Danny team up

Dimension Ghost villain 

Hilda solves everything

Danny gets board 

The Great Raven doesn’t like Danny very much

Danny can’t stop braking into accent 

Danny: “It just slips out!”

Hilda: “Rude”

Hilda Falls AU

Hilda literally falls through rift into Gravity Falls 

needs help coming home

When?

Young Ford?

need that father figure Ford fuel 

Hilda really misses her mom

Before Weirdmageddon

Mabel and Hilda hit it off right away

mostly because of Mabel being Mabel

Dipper shipping

Hilda working in the Shack and being a natural 

gives Stan ideas for exhibits 

Runs into Bill moment 

Maybe instead of Gravity Falls the rift just sends her to portal Ford and they go on adventures that way while still trying to get her home.

After Weirdmageddon

falls into icy sea

Stan twins rescue her 

amnesia Hilda again? 

Hilda Universe AU

Hilda and Steven universe fusion

Silda? Heven? Stelda? Hiven?

Hilda is a gem that Steven finds

Hilda is a gem/human hybrid

Her Mum is also a gem

Either Mum’s friend was a gem that turned into Hilda

Father left 

Or Mum is human

Father was a gem, but he was flawed (hence being masculine)

Must be blue gem list

Lapis Lazuli

Aquamarine

Badass much?

Zircon

Eh more like Alfur if I’m honest

Kyanite

Blue Topaz

Sapphire

Oooo

Blue diamond

JUST KIDDING!!!!

Blue Pearl

So cute!

Gem placement

Belly

Chest center

Over heart

Hand

Forehead

In place of one ear

Disability if half human?

Knee

Back

Nose

Gem shape

Heart

Marquise

Trillion

Star shape

Pear

Briolette

Father flawed gem

Thunderbird shape

Weird shape

Shipping Hilda

Crossovers

Dipper Pines

They would work off each other rather well I think

Dipper could be lost in the multiverse or Hilda’s world could be isolated like Atlantis?

Dipper and Mabel dimensional travelers and documenters?

Dipper totally freaks when Hilda starts talking to him

He word vomits, trying to be discreet

Hilda shows him around

They go on a life threatening adventure

They fall for each other

Oh can they totally geek out when it comes to all the creatures together

In Hilda’s world

David

Eh kind of think he works better with Frida, but whatever

Trevor

Ew, but cute if he matures I guess? Maybe he turns himself into a werewolf or something because he’s stupid and Hilda has to save him?

Nightingale syndrome?

Human transformed raven?

Beauty and the Beast much?

Alfur? (pronounced ‘Alpha’)

–squee- little elf Hilda AU! In a little elf school! With a little nervous elf crushing Alfur!

OC’s

Mythical boys

Witch/magic boy

Siren (honestly because Ford dated one once)

Centaur

Changeling

Alien star child

Forest spirit

Superhero kid

Like Danny Phantom or kid flash powers

transforms into human…

Dragon

Phoenix

Unicorn

Kitsune

cute little trickster that doesn’t really understand what feeling so he lashes out or makes fun

Humans

Detective kid

Rogue kid

#netflix's hilda #Hilda #The Great Raven #Thunderbird #fanfiction #fanfic #ideas #fic ideas #mum #Hilda's dad #Gravity Falls #crossover #Steven Universe #Danny Phantom #KND #shipping #drama #I might even write one of these one day #I need a 2nd season of Hilda #Netflix #David #Frida mentioned #Alfur #Woodmen #Wood Guy #Trevor #Twig #fox deer #deer fox #deerfox

[sneakywitch-thief]

Andromeda OC: Henri Ryder

So I finally got to playing Mass Effect: Andromeda.  I dove into this game with the expectations of it being a turd of a game as the reviews said.  I was convinced it would be horrible.  EA Bad.

Nope. 

While it’s got its flaws it’s fun as hell.  Especially playing as Ryder, who I love nearly as much as I do Shep.  I’ve only played female Ryder so far but it’s certainly been a good time.  Looking forward to playing as a male next time around, though since I’m 100%-ing everything I’m definitely taking a break from this game!  Things get, um, kind of repetitive after a while.

But I’m finding myself writing this post because my Ryder ended up becoming one of my favorite OC’s I’ve ever created.  I’d write a fic to do her justice but I’ve already got a full plate.  So I’m writing this instead.

Meet Henrietta “Henri” Ryder.

She’s adorable.  And looks so dang young.  Still losing that babyfat, almost.  But those cute cheeks are scarred forever by her crushed helmet, to always remind her of the ultimate sacrifice of a father she had never really known.  A horrible reminder as twisting as ugly as the Scourge, each and every time she looks in the mirror.

It had almost been her who had died... and perhaps it should have been.  

Henri was a young and awkward grad student looking to gain her doctorate in xenoanthropology.  Studied Prothean artifacts before her estranged father went and ruined her chances in achieving her dream.  Or any, for that matter.  So she joined up with the Andromeda Initiative as a sort of field science officer on the Pathfinder team.

Henri had not seen combat before Habitat 7.  She wasn’t a peacekeeper -- she was a scientist and a scholar.  Her twin Scott was the soldier, the beloved child of Alec.  She still loved him dearly, but still felt lesser for having been born a Henrietta and not a Henry.  Never really knowing Alec as Scott had.

She felt she was made Pathfinder simply because she was the only one around at Alec’s death.  After all, it had been her fault he had died.  And she was no soldier, no real explorer -- just a scholar.  Of Protheans.  She had likely only been admitted into the Pathfinder team in the first place due to her being the Pathfinder’s daughter.

All she had to defend herself against the kett was a pistol.  She never strayed much from that, even as Pathfinder.  And to stay true to this, I stuck with ONLY tech abilities and two pistols for the entirety of the game.  Overload, Shield Drain, and my frisbee turret.  Engineer 6, baby. (ended up being a bit OP, actually)

So with this initial handicap of sorts my game took a long, looooong time.  In my opinion, and with all the wild goose-chasing and colonization you have to do all over the cluster without relays, the main questline of Andromeda alone would take months, if not years.  Space is huge.  And Rome wasn’t built in a day, so a colony on a hostile planet?  Several?  I tried to reflect that.

As the Initiative gained a better foothold in Andromeda over months of exploring and building, Henri started to grow in confidence in herself and her role as Pathfinder.  She was good at it.  

Or maybe it was just SAM who was good at it.

She grew her hair to hide the scar that reminded her of her failure, her guilt.  She felt better for a time, keeping this from her mind.   However, she still felt as though she was the cause of her family’s deaths -- and Scott’s coma -- and felt uneasy about herself.  As if growing too comfortable would bring back ruin and tragedy back down upon her.  

Her burning passion for discovery and science, as well as her know-how of foreign and alien cultures in defusing the Angara, enhanced her abilities as a successful pathfinder, though perhaps not the Pathfinder.  Trailblazer, perhaps.  Hopelessly lost person stumbling off a cliff and miraculously surviving, definitely.  But still, she was surviving.  They weren’t all dead yet, and the outposts built were, actually, thriving.

Enter Reyes Vidal.

To say Henri was swept off her feet was a vast understatement, as she had never really felt real affection before from anyone other than her mother and Scott, whom she had both lost.  This shady smuggler in Kadara, he changed things.

He made her feel like someone worthwhile, not just as the human Pathfinder but as Henrietta Ryder.  A lonely young woman in a galaxy full of horrors and terrors, it felt easy to be around him and to be herself instead of this bigger figure she had not the slightest idea how to be.  She could be a young woman in love.  With him, extinction and certain annihilation could be forgotten for a while.  For fleeting moments, happiness.  

Comfort.

He saw something in her that was beyond the Pathfinder, beyond SAM.  Henri was there too, and he LIKED her.  He knew and recognized that, and most shockingly to her, he actually wanted to be with her.  Every instinct within her told her to run, he’s a thief, he’s a criminal.  But she felt the same about him.  They wanted to be people who mattered, and most of all, who mattered to one another.

It felt almost too good to be true when she gave herself wholly and heartily to him.

And what a charlatan he was.  Lies.  Manipulated into bringing Sloane to her ultimate death, Henri was too shocked to save her during this mockery of an honorable duel to save Sloane.  The feeling of utter betrayal was crushing, and despite what he said, Henri knew she could never trust him again.  He was a dishonorable man, a criminal, and for all she knew his feelings for her had all been a ruse to gain her trust.

Perhaps he was sincere, but to Henri, the idea of that made it all the more horrible.  No matter what he said or what she told herself, she felt used.

She left him then as King of Kadara port, all that he had wanted.  But she took her heart with her.  In pieces, but out of Vidal’s hands before he could go and break it again.

Back on the Tempest, between FTL jumps, she lingered and ruminated on her failed romance with Reyes.  Reyes, who despite her better judgement and sense of honor still very much liked.  Gradually, these thoughts of betrayal and heartbreak turned on herself.  Had she not been enough?  No, she would never be enough.  Alec deserved to be Pathfinder.  Scott.  Cora.  

People even told her so, multiple times, directly to that scarred face of hers.

Literally anyone but her should be Pathfinder.

So Henri sheared off the hair that had made her feel good about herself.  All that progress that had made her feel worthy, all that she felt had brought the heartbreak of Reyes upon her.  Gone.  She never got the facial reconstruction surgery urged for her by Lexi, who recognized the dangerous spiral Henri was going down.

But she needed to see that scar, let everyone see it, to remind her of all she wasn’t.

She threw everything into being a Pathfinder, running herself ragged for the sake of the Initiative.  She gradually became more and more reckless in combat and exploring, almost with disregard to her own safety if it meant the completion of a mission or saving just one more civilian.  (Her best friends Liam and Peebee were not good influences.)

She needed a victory after so much complete and utter failure at being someone.

However, her passion for alien culture and history earned herself a loyal friend and subject of study, Jaal Ama Darav.  With Liam and Henri’s constant badgering, the three became thick as thieves.  Then, to Henri, the unthinkable:

She attributed it to typical Angaran affection and blunt honesty; flowery words of politeness and friendliness, nothing more.  Perhaps her interest in diplomatic relations and studying the Angara had been mistaken for romantic interest -- something that was not in Ryder’s particular set of skills.  She didn’t want it to be.

So she distanced herself.

Hint not taken.  Instead, he sent poems and e-mails, words of “I love you” and “dear one”, words that were to painful for her to ever hear again -- not after Mom, Dad, Scott... Reyes.  People you love were people you lose.

It’s just culture clash, it’s just alien curiosity.  Henri assured herself again that it ultimately meant nothing.  At least, not until Havarl and the Roekaar.  Jaal’s eagerness to show off his beloved new human friend to his turncoat siblings, his bravery to show down Aksuul with a gun held to his head -- perhaps there was more to learn about Jaal than about his species.

Jaal was more than just an Angaran ally, and to him, Henri was more than a human leader.

And so utterly enthralled with his human friend, or something more, Jaal brings her to meet his family.  A huge family full of love and kindness and generosity.  The likes of which Ryder has never known.  She doesn’t know what to do in such a thoroughly alien situation.  To be so readily accepted by strangers, in many more ways than one, to be known as Jaal’s “someone special”.

She’s overwhelmed.  And Jaal brings her to his “tiny sanctuary” and opens up about himself, what he did as a child, stories of who he was.  How she makes his heart sing, how he wants to be with her.

Henri doesn’t know what to do.  She feels that Jaal is misguided, she’s an alien to him -- she’ll just end up destroying his loving family as she destroyed hers.  She has to ruminate on it for some time, likely worrying Jaal terribly as he patiently waited for an answer.

Love could mean another Reyes, used for greater goals, but Jaal -- he wore his heart on his sleeve.  And it was a good one.  He was honorable, he was courageous, he was loving.  Lies and trickery, those horrible things had belonged to Reyes weren’t anywhere in Jaal.  And she felt now, realizing in his tiny sanctuary with this man who was just as curious and enthralled with her and she was about him, that he was safe -- no, that she felt safe around him.  That she could.

So she said yes.

After acceptance by Jaal, her crew, even those at the Nexus who had doubted her -- Henri became a formidable and competent Pathfinder.  Confident and strong.  Literally forging her own path where there was none, damn all who stood against her.  At this point she knew what she was doing.

While a peerless diplomat and cultural expert, she most certainly needed a few combat pointers.  Still reckless and hopelessly inexperienced in a firefight, squadmates have to yank her down from an overly aggressive hover blast or pushing her reckless butt back into cover.  Jaal and Drack admired her boundless courage, as thoroughly stupid as they admitted it might be.

Though Pathfinder and a brilliant scientific mind, she filled much more of an active support role in the squad than any sort of leadership role.  She knew that she could never stand on her own as Pathfinder, something that she had been struggling with her entire time in Andromeda.  But now she could accept that, that she didn’t have to stand on her own if she had a team, a family, to stand beside her.

And if I would have to pick a face claim for Henri, it would have to be the lovely and talented Alison Pill.

#sneaky speaks #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #andromeda #mea #my ryder #henri ryder #henri reference #my ocs #long post #long post under read more #long

[littlemissheartfilia]

Writing Challenge Day 11

For @fic-writer-appreciation‘s writing challenge of July. Day 11: Mermaid AU!

I’m trying this again with a few of my OC’s so I can develop them a little more. If you have any questions about my OC’s my inbox is always open! Here goes:

The calm blue sea resided in her eyes. In those family eyes that ruled the waves. In the deepest depths of the unknown sea a royal lineage spanned eons of mankind's existence. It was common knowledge to them that any mortal foolish enough to dive into the dark deserved whatever grave fate befell them. 

After all it should have been common knowledge to the humans that the terrifying dark of the ocean had a reason to be feared. Following the disaster of encroaching ships and settlements on land that used to belong to them the creatures of the sea did the last thing they could to survive. They traveled to depths that even the most equipped and brave of the humans dared not dwell. Past meters where the ocean currents would crush their soft limbs to dust. Here they would stay and here they would protect the last remnants of their once great kingdom from further threats.

Centuries passed living in this dark domain. Now for the first time since before her grandfather’s birth humans were once again exploring the depths. At first they came with lights and little machines that helped them glide through the water like the fish. Then they began staying for longer periods of time in the depths. Cutting off samples of the coral and weeds that grew in the ailing soils of their land. Next they dared to interact with the wildlife, bringing paltry, meager pellets meant to trick the starving creatures into a sense of security. 

Her grandmother said it was the end of their time in the reef. Her brother said it was stupid mortals doing stupid mortal things. Her sister looked upon the humans with a lip curled and a vow that they would pay for attempting to take the last piece of land they had to their species name. Her mother said it was a tragedy. Her father said it was an act of war.

“After the crimes they committed to our people 300 yeas ago the only reason they would break the peace we had is war!” he roared in the throne room as he paced and his court decided how to handle the new threat. “They’re a hateful species that want us wiped from existence,” he went on.

Maddie sat up straight and nodded in agreement when her father happened to pass by her. The rest of the court seemed content to all voice their opinions at once until the usually silent throne room was filled with yelling and shifting scents. 

“We must attack before they get too close to the kingdom!” Her brazen uncle yelled. Uncle Jirou had a sharp voice that cut through any conversation. It was heard no matter how many other noises tried to drown him out. It was a voice that matched the rashness of all his decisions.

“We must not provoke what hasn’t turned sour yet. They have not acknowledged our existence here there is no reason to assume-” her more calm minded aunt piped up. Aunt Tsukiko usually stayed quiet in matters of diplomacy yet Maddie could almost feel the tension leaking out of her words as she challenged her older brother.

“Assume?! Were we assuming anything when these humans destroyed our home 300 years ago?” In-Law Lila interrupted, once again acting the voice of bitter resentment. 

Maddie felt the water move beside her as Tsukiko swam a little higher in the water to make her voice travel over the cacophony of arguments going on. “The minute you can provide proof of what exactly these humans did 300 years ago is the minute I’ll believe they are here to harm us.” Most of the other voices had hit a quiet point and suddenly the entire room could hear Tsukiko’s controversial statement. Once again the room burst into heated arguments, her father’s voice traveling above them all.

“Have you forgotten the war stories passed down through countless generations! These humans are bad news Tsukiko, don’t tell me you’ve taken their side.”

“I propose the notion that a mere head nurse should not be allowed in debates on political matters.” Lila spoke up with annoyance.

Tsukiko was silently fuming as an onslaught of voices argued for her position on or off the king’s court.

“Drop the petty resentment, Lila,” Monty, Maddie’s cousin and voice of reason tried to say in the sea of noise. His small voice was drowned out among the still arguing court but Lila caught her name and began another one on one argument with him. 

“Tsukiko has only the care of our people in her mind that is why she’s in this court room!”

“Regardless we’re missing the point. Strange men have encroached on our land and we are not treating it as it should be. An act of war!”

“We need to take action against these humans. Order a troop of soldiers to capture and detain the next representative they send down to our depths.”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be making those calls, Linton.”

The arguments continued as a muffled tremor behind closed doors when Maddie walked out. Once alone in the corridor she let out a deep sigh. Political debates with her family, all of whom held spots in the Kings court got exhausting after a couple hours of needless arguing and zero progress. 

She had joined as a junior diplomat in the hopes of aiding her people by forcing the court to get along and come to a decision that always seemed to take them months to agree upon. The indecisiveness of the court had cost her family’s kingdom precious resources and soldiers in wars long ago. 

She remembered Monty telling her there wasn’t enough people of reasonable minds in the court and Maddie took it upon herself to aid him in that endeavor. Together they had once thought they could break through the family drama petty disagreements. But every day that once-thought was surely becoming the impossible dream of an innocent youth. 

“What’s got them tangled up this time, child?” A familiar voice asked. Maddie sensed the presence of the mermaid who had raised her in the darkness of the depths. She was coming closer to her with a bag full of what sounded metal and sharp. Living down here in the depths for so long, eyesight became useless. And the merpeople developed sharper senses of smell, taste, hearing and feeling as a result. 

Maddie sighed again, trying to rid herself of the negativity she left behind those closed doors. She swam beside the mermaid who raised her, no not her mother. Her mother was always too busy with diplomacy and matters of the slowly dying kingdom to pay attention to any of her seven children. Nanna, an older woman who felt larger and hugged with more of her body than her mother did. Nanna was there for all of them, no matter how big or messed up family affairs became Nanna provided the ears to listen that they all needed. 

“Father’s calling for a declaration of war. Uncle Linton’s trying to take over Yuki’s soldiers again and Lila is asking for a revote on Aunt Tsukiko’s seat in the court.”

Nanna let out a breathy laugh of disbelief. “Sure sounds complicated. I swear every time that family of yours gets bigger it only seems to add more arguing heads.”

Maddie clenched her fists. “Father just lets too many people into his court. He doesn’t adhere to the royal line and then the ones who gain power through matrimony think they can control more of the court than was promised to them.”

“Careful with your words, little tadpole. Your royal blood don’t make them any better or worse at running a kingdom. I’m sure they’re all just trying to push agendas they firmly believe is better for the kingdom. And that’s where the arguments come from. Because not everyone thinks a court oughta be run the same way.”

Maddie rubbed her head. “Politics are hard.”

Nanna stopped walking and the water shifted around them as she turned. “Yes it is, tadpole. But don’t you worry none. You got more brains than even the most experienced diplomats in that room.”

Nanna pinched Maddie’s nose. The same habit that had been born from a gesture of affection that Nanna adopted around those she loved most. Maddie giggled. “Even Uncle Jirou?”

Nanna let out a breath of air and Maddie could feel the gentle nature radiating off the large mermaid. “Your Uncle Jirou’s a particular man that’s for sure. And one who does a lot of good for our people. But you got something he doesn’t.  You stick with that and you’ll find a way to convince them. Maybe they’ll even stop their fighting after listening to what you have to say.”

Maddie stood awestruck for a few moments. Nanna began to swim away but Maddie reached out for the mermaids disappearing form. “What is it, Nanna?”

“Hm?”

“What do I have that even Uncle Jirou doesn’t?”

She felt Nanna pat the top of her head. “Well now if I told you that I don’t think you’d be learning nothing. Stick with your gut, little tadpole,” she said poking Maddie’s chest and disappearing once more in the dark of the hallway.

Maddie took a deep breath and turned around. Stick with your gut, little tadpole. Nanna’s words echoed in her mind on repeat. With boosted confidence she swam as fast as she could back to the door that still held arguing voices behind it. Maddie gripped the seashell handles and made her demeanor confident before throwing open the double doors.

Stick with your gut. She knew what she had to do. Little tadpole, you’ll be just fine. It was time for a change out of this presiding darkness. It was time her people took back the meaning of their royal blue seas.

#veraspromptchallenge #original writing #my writing #wow i'm not really sure what this turned into but ok #i had something different in mind when i started but i just went with it #please excuse spelling mistakes and such #and thanks for reading #I might have rushed the ending because i didnt know how else to end it but yea

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Wild Eyes (Anders - F!Inquisitor)

So, I’ve been working on this Anders thing for a while... it turned out to be a bit more challenging than I thought. I’ve been staring at it for a while, and I hope that there aren't any major mistakes. I’ve read it over and over, and I cannot see them. So, yeah, here goes nothing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

Aya is my DA Inquisition OC, and you can read more about her here. 

Rating: Mature

Words: 3,765

Warnings: Mentions of murder

Summary: After four years, Inquisitor Aya Lavellan and Anders' paths cross yet again, but where some things have changed, others haven't. Even though they haven't seen each other in a long while, things between them have only turned more complicated.

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told you I think that you should get some rest I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I knew I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go – Say you won’t let go (James Arthur)

 ’’Inquisitor, someone is requesting your audience at the gates,’’ Josephine called from the stairs.

Aya looked away from her book, glancing down at Josephine from her position on the sofa. From her position, she could just about make eye contact with her diplomat as she peeked down from above.

‘’Who is it this time?’’ Aya asked, mildly annoyed that her rare free time was being disturbed once more.

‘’I-uh, I’m not sure. He refuses to give us his name or tell us why he’s here. He says he’ll only speak to you,’’ Josephine explained. She didn’t sound very happy with the situation.

Aya, on the other hand, was quite interested in who this stranger was. She was up on her feet in no time, leaving her book behind with a piece of paper left in-between two pages. Josephine was already smiling at Aya as she came down the stairs.

‘’Someone looks a little excited,’’ Josephine commented.

‘’Well,’’ Aya grinned as she passed her, ‘’whoever he is, he’s interrupting my reading time, so he better be worth it.’’

The diplomat followed the blonde, elven woman down the rest of the stairs and through the main hall. The rain was still pouring down outside, but after traveling the Storm Coast for a week, it didn’t really bother Aya. Truthfully, it reminded her of the rainy days she would spend with her clan, but she was trying not to think too much about those.

‘’Josephine, if you want to stay inside, I don’t mind.’’ Aya hummed while shooting Josephine a glance as they walked. She knew the diplomat wasn’t much for the rain.  

‘’Thank you very much, Inquisitor. I would very much like to avoid this horrible weather,’’ she admitted with a very relieved smile. ‘’If you’ll excuse me then.’’

Aya watched as Josephine disappeared into her office. Really, if it hadn’t been for her, Aya would have been in trouble on more than one occasion, so she wanted to pay her back in whichever ways she could. Besides, she felt confident enough to greed to stranger by herself. It wasn’t like she was still new to this, not like she had been at first, at least.

She stepped outside and into the rain, the heavy drops quickly leaving their marks on her clothes. By the time she had reached the bottom of the stairs, her shoulders were already soaked through and her hair was in the same state.

The rain seemed to keep everyone inside. Except for the soldiers on duty, the courtyard was empty, with only a few soldiers patrolling through it. The stranger had apparently not been interesting enough for people to defy the weather, but it suited her just fine. Except for the rain, it was actually quiet during the daytime for once.  

Four people stood at the gates as Aya approached. Three of them were guards, and the last was the stranger. His hair and most of his face were hidden by the hood of his cloak. The staff he was holding was definitively more than just a walking stick, but besides that, nothing else could be used to draw any conclusions, not with the cloak hiding so much of him. Gradually, as she got closer, it became easier and easier to see parts of his face.

‘’… I’m telling you, I mean no harm! I just seek an audience with the Inquisitor,’’ the stranger spoke. His tone was annoyed and impatient.

‘’And what do you wish to discuss with me?’’ Aya asked as she stood behind them. The heavy rain had masked her already faint footsteps, leaving the group to turn around rather quickly.

‘’Inquisitor!’’ One of the guards nearly yelled, immediately drawing her attention to him. ‘’This man refuses to tell us anything. He only says that-‘’

‘’Aya?’’ The stranger spoke her name and effectively interrupted the speaking guard.

His voice was suddenly familiar when the tone in it changed, and her eyes flew to him in surprise. It couldn’t possibly be him, and yet, when she looked at him and their eyes met, there wasn’t room for any doubt whatsoever. The pair of light brown eyes that she never thought she would see again was currently looking at her with a strange softness but also surprise.

Anders.

The last time she had seen him was four years ago somewhere in the Planasene Forest. A mage on the run, wounded and too exhausted to properly mend it, she had done everything she could to help him even though contact with humans was strictly forbidden in her clan. Whenever she had had the chance, she had snuck away, bringing the fugitive food and herbs to help him recuperate, but just like her clan had to move on, so did he. By then, Aya hadn’t been sure what they were, really. Their encounter had been random, their paths crossing were purely accidental, really, but even so, meeting him had changed her.

With his departure, he had left the gates to the outside world open, and even if it was just by a small gap, it sparked her curiosity. From the second he had left her field of view, she wanted to hear more of his stories, experience more of his personality, and, frankly, just have more time with him, but none of those had been a possibility.

Yet, there he was.

Her mind raced as she moved. Pushing past the guards and running the short distance, she threw her arms around his neck and crushed herself against him. Although he caught his breath because of the sudden embrace, he caught her easily and moved his arms around her in a tight hold. No words could convey how she was feeling, mostly because she wasn’t sure herself, but seeing him again and hearing his faint chuckle in her ear was the most comforting things she had had throughout this whole ordeal.  

For a moment, she pressed close to him, ignoring their soaked clothes and the surely strange looks from the guards. While she had never known what had happened to him, the complicated feelings he had left her with always seemed to resurface whenever he entered her thought. Even four years later, the blonde was still making her pulse race and her heartbeat quicken. Then, she remembered the truth that had ripped her to pieces.

‘’Maker’s breath, how is this possible?’’ He asked as she pulled back, meeting his eyes.

Her heart jumped to her throat because of the way he looked at her. She felt guilty as if she had done something wrong, but it wasn’t a conversation she was interested in having at their current location, so she didn’t answer him, only giving him a halfhearted smile. She turned to the guards with a heavy heart.

‘’If there’s any talk about this at all, about this stranger and what just happened, I will personally see to it that you’ll regret every single word you spoke of it.’’ It was rare for her to have a nearly threatening tone, but if the wrong people heard what had happened, she knew the consequences would be nothing but horrible.

There was a slight hesitation from all three, obviously because they didn’t know who was in front of them, but they all nodded after a short moment. Satisfied, and now eager to get out of the rain, Aya started walking after gesturing Anders to follow her.

Four years ago, Anders had mentioned Kirkwall, so once she learned where Varric was from; she had promptly asked him if he knew anyone by the blonde’s name. At first, it seemed like a lucky coincidence to her, but as he started to explain how he knew him, who he was, and what he had done, she wasn’t smiling anymore.

She knew she would most likely never see him again, and that it would be best to forget about him, but she couldn’t. He started taking up more space in her mind again like he had done back when he had left, but it was different this time. She wanted to know why he had done something so… drastic, and what he wanted to gain from it, but no one else than him could provide her with the answers she was looking for.

And now he was back.

The walk to her private quarters was silent. Aya was too busy with her thoughts to even consider talking, and she didn’t even look at him before they stood where they could speak freely. Her eyes found him as she leaned against her desk. As she watched him look around the room, her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the desk. She wasn’t sure how to express herself.    

‘’Not in my wildest imagination had I imaged that I would see you again, let alone here, ‘’ Anders spoke softly.

With a tired but soft smile, he pulled back his hood and revealed his face. Time hadn’t been kind to him. While some of the tiredness in his expression could be cured by proper rest, the rest couldn’t. The lines that had been faint before now ran deeper in his skin, and his eyes had lost some of their light and softness, but the passion that had lingered in them back then only seemed more prominent now. His hair was longer and tied up in a messy ponytail, and the stubble on his face would soon be too long to be called that.

Looking at him, she wanted nothing else than drawing him close again and keep him there. She wanted to hide him away, give him a chance of resting and regaining some of that light she had seen in his eyes back then. She wanted to see his smile without it being tired.

She still had feelings for him.  

She pressed her lips together as she tried desperately not to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but it wasn’t easy.

‘’And I never thought that I would see you again, either,’’ Aya mumbled and looked down.

‘’And yet,’’ he started, shrugging off his soaked cloak, ‘’you seem to have lost your enthusiasm about it.’’

She glanced up at him, but the expression he wore was unreadable. Whatever he was thinking, he wasn’t showing it while it felt like he was reading her without any problem. Slowly, she felt herself crumble as their eyes stayed locked like he was forcing her to expose her troubled mind and feelings. After another moment, she drew a quick breath.

‘’I know what you did…’’ She spoke the words that added so much weight to her heart. ‘’Why… Anders? Why would you-‘’ She started, her eyes focusing on him again, but he quickly cut her off.

‘’How did you come to know about my atrocious action?’’ He spat out, his voice cold.

‘’Varric’s a part of this.’’

‘’Varric? Of course, it’s Varric…’’ He scoffed before raising his voice, ‘’and how much did he tell you about Kirkwall? How much did he tell you about the Chantry, and how it turned a blind eye to all those who were suffering?!’’  

‘’Enough to want to know why Anders! Why was blowing up the Chantry and killing all those people necessary?’’ She asked, raising her voice as well and stepping closer to him.

He stayed still, his eyes turning hard as he looked at her. ‘’Because Darktown was suffering and mages were being treated like animals! The Grand Cleric didn’t care that Templars were going mad with power, abusing every mage they could get their hands on, and making those who resisted tranquil! There needed to be justice!’’ He yelled, anger erupting in his eyes like a mighty fire, fueled by everything unjust in this world.

‘’You killed innocent people!’’

‘’How ignorant are you to believe that they didn’t do the same?! Is capturing mages and locking them in prisons, just to let them rot away in captivity a better fate to you?! Or would you rather have your mind taken away from you?!’’ He yelled before closing the distance between them. ‘’You know the pain of being taken away from your family, but being held like a prisoner with Templars watching your every move is something you’ll never know,’’ he sneered.

The light was back in his eyes, but it wasn’t the same. It was full of a kind of hate that she would never understand, but seeing him like that felt like someone had driven a knife through her chest, straight into her heart.

This wasn’t what she wanted.

‘’You started a war, ‘’she whispered.

‘’I did what was necessary to stop the oppression of innocent people!’’  He went back to yelling while his eyes kept hers locked.

For a moment, there was a blue flicker in them, like something was right beneath the surface, ready to burst forth, but it was gone just as quickly as it was there, leaving her to wonder if what she had seen was real or not.      

‘’You speak of things you do not know about,’’ He commented. The fire in his eyes slowly subdued to a strong flame instead while he kept their eyes locked. ‘’Had you been anything else than a Dalish, your fate would have been the same as nearly every other mage, but your sheltered upbringing kept you from seeing the injustice all those others experienced… how can you possibly judge me for my actions?’’

‘’Don’t-‘’ She started, her voice thick, but he didn’t let her.

‘’You sought the truth, did you not?’’ He raised his voice again, but it was filled with something else than anger. ‘’Did he tell you all of this, or did he only describe me as some heartless monster?’’ He continued.

His voice shook a bit as he spoke, the bitterness dripping off it like venom, but she heard the pain in it, even though he tried to hide it. She closed her eyes when she could feel the tears beginning to appear. She couldn’t stand hearing the hurt and the bitterness in his voice. Never had she considered what he had lost in his fight for justice. Even when she didn’t agree with his methods, she couldn’t just condemn him, not when he mattered so much to her.

‘’He did, didn’t he? I’m this monster that no one wants anything to do with. That’s why you suddenly looked so-‘’ She crashed her lips against his before he could finish his sentence.

Before she had interrupted him, his voice had shaken like he was about to break down, and she couldn’t stand hearing him descend into such a state, so she kissed him for multiple reasons.  

Truth be told, the kiss wasn’t sweet or gentle, it wasn’t passionate or breathtaking, and there was no grabbing onto each other like it was the end of the world. It was clumsily initiated by someone who had never kissed anyone else before but still dared to tiptoe and do it anyway. Her first kiss and she spent it on shutting him up before he fell into pieces – if he hadn’t already.

‘’I never have and never will think that you’re a monster.’’ She whispered, not daring to meet his eyes after what she had just done, so she kept them closed.

She noticed his lack of breathing, which really wasn’t making her less nervous, but of all the things he could have done, she really wasn’t prepared for him to chuckle. Sure enough, when she opened her eyes to make sure that it wasn’t her imagination, he was hiding a small smile behind his hand.

‘’Honestly, that was probably the worst kiss I’ve ever had,’’ he admitted.

‘’Are you… are you serious?’’ She asked, not sure what to think of his words, but it caused faint warmth to rush to her cheeks.

‘’If that’s how you make people stop talking, you should really practice a bit,’’ he hummed, the faint smile having grown a little bit.

‘’What? Of course not! I’ve never-‘’ she started but promptly stopped once she realized things had gotten off track. ‘’Look, I understand why you did it, but I personally don’t think it was the right way to fight back, so I can’t… I can’t defend your actions, Anders.’’ She couldn’t look at him as she spoke, so her glance fell down to her feet instead. ‘’People are still after you for what you’ve done, and as much as I want to, I can’t keep you safe. I’m not powerful enough.’’

‘’Your point is that I cannot stay?’’ He asked.

Her following silence was her answer. She couldn’t possibly argue her way out of it, not when Varric and Cassandra were there. Not to mention Cullen. Too many people knew his face, and too many others knew who had started the whole thing. Even if those problems weren’t so severe, the Inquisition was in no place to do something so drastically, especially not when they were planning to seek help from Starkhaven.  

She didn’t look at him again before she heard him sigh. If exhaustion hadn’t been obvious in his features before, it certainly was now. Finally, he let his guard down, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. He looked tired, so, so tired, like the last years on the run had finally caught up with him. She couldn’t send him away, not when she felt like she was the only one he had, but it wasn’t like they had a lot of options.

When she saw the defeated look in his eyes, she made up her mind.

‘’I can’t hide you here, but I know a place that might work,’’ she murmured and moved to her desk, ‘’the first thing I did when we got here was to have a look around the area. I had a few lookouts help me, and I wrote down all the information we collected on this map.’’

Her fingertips ran across the map while her eyes quickly scanned the small but precise writing scattered across it. Anders approached her as she found what she was looking for.

‘’Here,’’ she pointed at a circle located fairly close to Skyhold, ‘’I found a small cabin not far from the road leading to Skyhold. It’s in a small valley, so there wasn’t any snow, but it takes about an hour to get there on foot, a lot less if you have a mount.’’      

‘’And this place is safe?’’

‘’The only people who use the roads up here are on their way to Skyhold. They should have no reason for moving that far down into the valley. Safe or not, it’s just an old hunting cabin, so you really shouldn’t-‘’

‘’Aya…’’

She looked up when he spoke her name. She hadn’t realized how close he was before then and her breathing stilled as their eyes met. There was calmness in his, with a hint of curiosity lingering beneath, like he waiting for something. Softness appeared in them as their gazes lingered on each other, making her pulse quicken and blood rise to her cheeks.

‘’Did you mean it?’’ He asked, his tone serious but soft.

She had to swallow before answering. ‘’The kiss or what I said after?’’

‘’Both.’’

She held her breath as his eyes seemed to search hers for an answer. She hesitated. If she told him the truth, would he just take pity on her and leave? After all, he could easily have forgotten all about her until the moment that he saw her again. It wasn’t unthinkable, not when so much had happened to him, but she really hoped that it wasn’t the case. Still, the words were clumping together in her throat, like they were waiting for her to finally decide what to say.

His eyes wavered as he waited, and she started to picture the disappointment in them when she couldn’t give him an answer. Satisfied with her answer or not, she couldn’t stand the thought of not speaking her mind, not when she got the chance to actually do it.

‘’Yes…’’ Aya finally answered. As much as she had wanted to, her voice wasn’t exactly confident, but at least she didn’t sound like a total wreck. Not yet.

Anders was silent for a moment. His eyes fell to her lips while his own parted ever so slightly, as if he was about to speak, but he remained silent. When his eyes met hers again, he moved closer to her while he took a quick breath.

‘’You would have to be a fool to actually want a man like me,’’ he whispered.

‘’I never claimed I wasn’t,’’ she breathed as he leaned closer to her.

He stayed still, inches away from her, as if he was giving her another chance to change her mind, but it only made her impatient. Her eyes flickered between his and his lips while her pulse had started drumming in her ears. By the creators, she just wanted to be kissed by him.

‘’Anders…’’ Her voice was just a whisper, but it was enough for him.

Unlike her method from earlier, he moved slow, letting their breaths mingle while his left hand found her hip. Tilting his head to the right, he closed the small gap between them and finally kissed her. It was soft and slow at first, only turning deeper once she seemed more at ease and the tension in her jaw had gone away. The hand on her hip guided her to him, pressing their bodies closer together while his lips kept seeking hers. As his other hand cradled her cheek, she had nothing else in her thoughts but him.

It was like he drew the air straight out from her lungs. Heat rushed to her cheeks while her pulse danced in her ears, but the only thing she could focus on was his lips. Her arms moved up and around his neck, pressing herself against him like she had done out in the rain. She wanted more of him, but a need for air momentarily left both of them breathing heavily while staying close.

‘’The thought of you has never left my mind, never,’’ he whispered, voice soft and vulnerable, as if he was admitting something he had never thought of saying out loud.

She didn’t know what to say.

Here he was, the man she had never thought that she would see again, confessing that she had been on his mind since they had parted ways. That, and he had just kissed her. It was overwhelming, and she couldn’t stop smiling.

She might be a fool, but she couldn’t care less right then…

#Dragon age #Anders #Aya lavellan #I hope you guys like it #fanfiction #dragon age fanfic #dragon age inquisition

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Sole Survivor OC "Get To Know"

Which Fallout game are they from?: 4 (cliche anybody?) Which faction(s) did they join and which did they destroy?: They chose The Railroad, so of course had to deal with The Institute and Brotherhood of steel. Why?: Because Humans and Synths are equal and should be treated as so. Give us a summary of their backstory.: They lived in Diamond City until the age of 17 when they decided to take a trip to The Capital Wasteland, they spent 4 years there then returned back to The Commonwealth where they joined up with The Railroad and started that chapter of their life. (No terrible childhood accidents or terrible husband/wife dying, they had a pretty chill life, with of course the dangers of living after the nuclear war. What’s their full name and does it have a meaning? Do they have any nicknames and how did they get em?: Their name is Jane Wolfe, and for nicknames... some people call her J even though she doesn't like it (she's too nice to say anything about it). What’s their sexual, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people?: They are straight, and Female, and yes their comfortable I don't see why they would feel uncomfortable anyways. Do they have any mental illnesses? How do they cope?: They a milder case of social anxiety, it doesn't interfere that much but sometimes she will just be found alone in a room taking deep breathes. (Trying to not have a breakdown) Do they have any medical conditions? Is medicine/ treatment available for them? They are pretty healthy and don't need any regular medicine or treatments. How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe?: Appearance is not really something people mind that much but growing up in diamond city has made them a bit more conscious of their appearance than some others. Beauty routine? Ha, not really no. And showering? There aren't many working showers so uh, I don't know I guess just whenever it's more accessible? What do they fear the most?: Losing people is really scary, it is for anyone.. They’re biggest flaw? Do they recognize it as a flaw?: They hate how terrible they are socially, they don't really see it as a flaw more of a trait I guess. What are they most insecure about?: Height, and no their not some 5'3 person, they are 6'2, it's not a abnormal height for men but when you tower over most everyone when your a girl, its kinda awkward. They hate it and love it, they love that it makes people approach her less, but hate it that they stand out more. What Wasteland threat do they fear the most? (ex. Deathclaws, super mutants, raiders): Freakin Ferals dude. What’s their zodiac sign or which one do you think they relate to the most? What are their placements (if you know them)? (ex. Aries sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius Venus): Their a Virgo, sun, Leo rising, and Sagittarius moon. What natural alignment are they? (ex. Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil): probably a bit chaotic good? Do they have any hobbies? What are they?: They enjoy art, they love finding popular spots in the commonwealth and drawing them to be more prewar. Do they have a favorite holiday? How do they celebrate it?: Christmas is definitely their favorite, most people don't celebrate it but just the lights up in diamond city makes them feel happier. What’s their favorite season?: Summer. Do they have a temper or are they level headed?: Very level headed and can control their feelings quite well. Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?: Pft they hide them sooooooo bad. Are they a leader or a follower?: They would rather lead (social anxiety) but would be a better leader. How do they come off to others? What first impression do they usually make?: Seem seem almost full of themself and kinda like a coward because of how pathetic their social skills are, they try to keep conversation short so people often think that they think they are better then everyone else. And when they do talk they stutter and fall over words and mess up a lot that people see them as sort of pathetic and sad. (They are sorta tbh lol) Do they prefer to travel alone or with company? Who have they traveled with if any? Current companion if any?: Even though they basically hate people having someone too watch your back brings a sort of peace or calmness I guess, and having someone to back you up and do the talking is also nice.: They have traveled with a few people over the time of being back in the wealth' they tried Piper and MacCready, it went terribly. (They both talked, a lot.) Would you describe them as selfless or selfish? Does it depend on the situation? If they are with friends they hoard either a weapon or food like their life depends on it but with strangers, (nice ones, like settlers) they are very generous and try to be nice. What do they find most attractive in others? Name at least one psychological and physical trait. (doesn’t have to be romantic attraction): someone who can carry a conversation without having awkward silences or weird pauses while trying to think of topics is a very big trait that they like, and appearance? Their pretty chill with most tbh, any race their good with, and height and stuff like that doesn't really matter to them. (Let's be honest though their too shy to actually be in a relationship though.) Do they flirt often? How easily do they fall in love? What’s their love life like? Are they interested in anyone or in a relationship?: They can't flirt to save their life, and when they do it's mostly on accident. An falling in love? Whew that's a topic, they don't really know anyone that they have 'fallen in love with' it's mostly just innocent crushes. Love life? Non existent (so sad). And their not really into anybody. Do they prefer to solve things diplomatically or using violence?: If peace is an option then they choose it, simple as that. What is their combat style? What range do they prefer? Do they sneak?: They like to start from afar with a sniper or something like that then sneak in with a knife or something quiet. What weapon(s) do they always carry with them? A knife is always #1, they use the railway rifle some, and snipers of course. Their most prized possession?: a preserved package of Fancy Lad Snack Cakes they found in a vault. Their thoughts on power armor?: They love fixing it but using it is eh. Favorite armor/ outfit? Even though they despise the brotherhood of steel they wear their uniform them leg and arm attachments. (The green one btw, they don't like the orange ones.) How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun?: Honestly you'd think a sniper would have good aim but dang, they're pretty shaky. What are their thoughts on having to kill on a daily bases in order to survive? Does it take a toll on them? Or do they shake it off rather easily?: Since they're not a heavy in the railroad they don't kill that often, they kill more animals than people. Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it): Accepts it but is sorta scared. Do they move around a lot or prefer to have a place to call home?: When their not chilling in HQ their at The Red Rocket Station outside of Sanctuary, (they help with settlements when they can.) What’s their favorite location?: Probably The Red Rocket Station, its close to Sanctuary so if they get bored they can visit their, but it's also far enough away from any big cities so it's pretty quiet. Their opinions on ghouls, feral and not feral? Ghouls? Totally fine. Ferals? Yeah their not a fan you could say. Do they scavenge for their supplies or simply buy them?: It depends, building items they like to scavenge for but ammo and stuff like that they mostly buy. Are they the type to get distracted and go off to an unknown nearby location or do they stay on track?: If it isn't a Red Rocket Station or really really cool then they stay on track. How do they sleep? Are they picky about where and how or can they sleep basically anywhere?: They can sleep ANYWHERE, it's kinda weird like, woah. What’s their favorite radio station and song? (post-apocalypse) They love all music so anything is good with them. What’s their favorite post-apocalyptic food? Are they a picky eater? Fancy Lad Snack Cakes 4lyfe, and their not too picky, only some stuff weirdos them out. Do they know how to cook?: Their actually a very good cook, when they were around the age of 16 they got a job helping out at The Dug Out Inn. What’s their favorite beverage? Do they drink alcohol?: Waterrrrrr they don't really like Nuke Cola, and no they don't drink. Anything they like to collect? (ex. Unique weapons, Bobbleheads) Any art supplies they can find they hoard, and weapon and armor mods. Are they good at disarming traps or do they constantly miss them?: They sometimes miss a couple but most of the time they catch em. Ey this was of my OC Jane Wolfe! I hope you enjoyed, I found this post and thought it sounded really fun so here ya go.

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