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doughma · 2 years

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im rabid with jade brain rot

thick fem s/o with jade rambling

slight suggestive/nsfw in some parts maybe?

• Jade who is too used to curling in on himself in coral reefs and sea walls, pushing himself further down to hide and wait for perfect moment to strike or to just simply watch ocean life swim by. Being enclosed is something that brings Jade comfort, the tight pressure all around making him feel safe and secure (a trait that mayhaps encouraged Floyd's love of squeezing). Which is why he can't help but seek your warm full figure out and bring you back to his room for a moment to escape from his busy schedule, even if it sometimes goes on for longer than he intended and gets a ear full from Azul. In his eyes, it's worth it. It started out as a small source of comfort that slowly becomes something more and more to Jade.

•He can't help but push his face further in between your breasts trying to fully block out his view of the room only wanting to see darkness. He tries to pull more of you onto him, wishing to feel more of your weight on top of him. He truly is secretly a greedy eel who wants more and more of you, and you can feel it in his actions. He sometimes wish you would just lie your whole body on top of him, your full weight on him would please him greatly, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable so he'll take whatever you feel like giving him that day. When he finally settles down in a comfortable position, you can feel him exhale deeply before he starts kneading at your more softer parts of the body.

•If you asked Jade what his favourite part of your body is, he would give you a smile, a soft kiss on the lips and answer 'I love every inch of your body, Dear.' but you know better. Most of the time he tends to massage wherever his hands are currently at, but with how his hands always find themselves sliding down to your hips and thighs and stay there for the remainder of your time together? You would bet money he has a preference for them even if he denies it.

•During these moments in his room alone, you can't help but feel loved and also self conscious. You never really cared about your looks and weight as you got a little older. Despite the teasing from your family and bullying you had to get over as a kid, you learned to accept and love yourself eventually no matter how you looked. Tho sometimes you can still hear the comments in the back of your head when you're feeling low, and when you get into that bad mindset you can't help but wonder, why you?

•You don't think you could ever admit to Jade your insecurities most of the time since to you they just feel so small and silly, since its just about your looks and not anything you would consider important. Even if this slippery eel has a way to worm sneaky questions in while you try to vaguely vent about whats bothering you, and get you to accidentally confess your worries to him anyways. You can help but sigh at how easy it is to fall for his tricks, but you know its his way of showing that he cares and wants to help. And for that you'll forgive him again and again. A kiss here, and a squeeze or hug there, Jade is always ready to reassure you that you are lovely and perfect just the way you are and wouldn't change anything about you. (thats a lie, if he could he would wash all your doubts away in a flash so you could give him the full WWE bedroom experience and thigh choke holds he keeps wet dreaming of. he knows you need to overcome this yourself with him giving you support on the side but one can dream for the day to come sooner)

•You love having his arms around you and his hands on you, but you can't help but flinch when you feel hands sneaking onto your stomach or eyes staring a bit too long on your body and stretch marks. Normally such a thing wouldn't bother you before, but when you see how handsome he looks when just waking up, or the shimmer of his mer form in the sunlight and lean body, it's just the little things that make you question what does he see in your imperfect body. What does he see in you when he could get any one he wants.

•You remember asking once before you could stop yourself why he seemed so interested in the stretch marks that covered your hips and upper thighs. Him gently caressing the marks on your thighs made you embarrassed and a bit ashamed, you also wonder for a second if merpeople could even get them in the first place. Maybe its a curiosity he has for something he has never seen before, or likes the slight texture they have. You can't help but voice your worries over it and ask him what the deal is. He pauses, and gives a slight chuckle. You didn't expect him to bring his face to them, and rub his cheek over the marks. Jade's reasoning being that they look and remind him of rippling sands, and shore lines is enough to shock for a moment. Even if he looks back up with a teasing smile that makes you want to question him more, but you resist the urge. Such a Jade answer to be something so simple on the outside but you know holds more meaning it you looked further into it. You stopped the questioning, and worrying about his wandering eyes and hands on your body after that. You know if you asked more questions he would find more ways to lovingly tease you over it, and give an answer thats going to keep you up at night.

•Sometimes you still wonder what Jade sees in you and your body, but you slowly learn to just accept the fact that he truly might be interested in you and actually likes how you look. You know that he does have unusual tastes, and a mean part of you wants to chalk up that his love might just be the same as that. Morbid curiosity for someone who isn't thin. But a part if you feels that its cruel to try and say his love isn't true or kind, so you push the negative thoughts away and believe that he truly does love you in a pure way. As pure as a Jade Leech can get. You know your own self love, and the love Jade has for you are two completely different things and you might never fully understand it. But you find yourself not minding the idea of also learning how to love yourself through his eyes and in his own special kind of way.

•Jade doesn't think he has it in him to ever admit it, even if it's not the same as the familiar ocean's embrace he grew up with, there is just something about how you hold him back in your arms that starts to feel like home. Sometimes he ponders if its better than actual home as more time passes by, late nights at the lounge drying a glass as he watches you from across the room.

•The table you are seated at is scattered with drinks and books from the studying your friends dragged you along for, which as typical of them started out as studying and now ended up as another hangout sesh. Feeling eyes on you, you look up and over at the bar where Jade is still rubbing the same been dry glass. He knows he could be doing other things right now, but he doesn't want to you to be out of his line of sight just yet. Meeting your gaze, you give him a soft smile and for a moment he feels like all is still.

•Jade has seen your smile many times before, as most people here at the school. You were never one to shy away to express how you are feeling, and a selfish part of him wishes he could keep your smile to himself. but he is not that possessive. Not enough to force you to only smile for him alone even if he craves it, so he lets the world feel the same deep calmness he feels whenever you grace him with one. The same calmness he can only compare to childhood rests on the ocean floor where every thing is still and asleep, even Floyd is silent for once as they enjoy the tranquility together as if life is frozen in time. Little things from his past that he tucks away into the deepest parts of his heart that keeps getting dug up again and again whenever you remind him of the feeling. He promises that someday he'll let you in, and experience it and all the dark feelings he has for this world and you. When he can confirm for sure that you wont be afraid of how he truly is like and wont run away, when he knows for sure that you'll accept and love him all the same.

•After your shared private moment, a short one to you but it means more to him than you'll ever know, you turn your attention back to the conversation at hand, and Jade returns the glass to the shelf behind him. You may not be the ocean but you certainly have similar traits that he keeps finding out and comparing. It almost feels like a game to him, wanting to see what new things you'll show him and him seeing how he can connect it to something thats an important part of himself and his life. He wonders for a moment if he would someday be able to replace the whole ocean and the thought of home with your body, and Jade finds himself not minding the idea of finding a new home in you someone who is dusted with traces of his sea.

#jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade leech imagines #i dont normally put my hcs into words but this was something i needed to put on text so i can come back to it and reread #my hcs #'how self inserty was this' shut up #your honor he is in love #no i dont care if nothing in canon proves or supports it #its just a gut feeling trust me guys #there is nothing in the world you could say or show me to make me think otherwise that any of the octatrio mfs are not in love with mc #they got that love interest feeling #theres just something about how accepting they are of you in chpt4 after what happens in three that feels so sus of their chara #like 'oh i dont normally tell anyone about my UM but since its you and no-'#'its not like we trust and like you or anything youre just a silly little person not a threat at all hehe' yeah fucking right you little bit #idk it just feels different from how riddle or leona acts around mc after their episode u know??????#YA KNOW???????????#i need to post this now because i keep editing it and changing stuff or adding new things in so if there is mistakes then 💀💀💀💀#my writing feels like cringe but at least i am free #i got four hours of sleep before work cause of this

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marcuspierce · 4 years

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ok it's 1am here so piercifer au of the day (again): RPG AU!! or i guess rather mortal human high school au where ella gets all of her friends to play an rpg with her!

but, absolutely none of them have ever played an rpg before so the first meeting was gonna be just ella establishing rules but not one of them actually sat through for it and they just created very self-inserty characters on a whim:

chloe was a witch. maze was a demon. dan was a werewolf. charlotte was a vampire. and lucifer and marcus were their very own namesakes (or in marcus' case, his middle-namesake).

ella shrugged it off and decided to go along for this one campaign because her friends are having fun (save for marcus, who has never experienced joy in his life... or so everyone thinks) and well, she will explain the actual rules for the next campaign.

so she also makes up a story on a whim and for the first 2-3 meetings everything is fine. but then they all gather at marcus' place, as always, and they sit down and they take out their notes and everything and they keep waiting for ella but she's just not showing up, which is especially weird because marcus gave her a ride there himself.

and then all of the sudden they wake up in the game... as their characters!! and from then on they're forced to fight monsters as their characters without knowing how they got there, how/if they'll get out of there and what happens if they die.

at first they stick together and they also come to the realisation that ella must also be in the game but, the second they split up the monsters start taking them out one by one until only marcus and lucifer (who are basically unkillable) are still standing.

(the others who died in-game woke up just fine in the real world. at the end of it all, when they all wake up, they're all so confused and it doesn't help when they're greeted by an also very confused eve who was trying to find 7 blankets for the 7 kids sleeping in her living room.)

and from that point on they have to talk and work together, despite how much they both didn't want to. and surprise, surprise, them working together was very efficient and they got to the final threat, a dragon, in no time.

and in the end it was very much the power of friendship that saved the day because ella was basically a dragon who hoarded friends (and her in-game character actually did collect a special magic stone from each of the dead players to symbolise just that) and she just wanted all of her friends to get along.

and since this is a piercifer au, at least technically ig, a big part of the in-game section is about them talking and opening up to the other and working together and they are definitely both smitten/ready to admit that they've had crushes on each other for a while by the end of the game and in the end when they do wake up they find out that apparently they've been cuddling the whole time.

and then there's also the idea for a scene where lucifer is flirting with marcus and he says that being horny is one of his character traits and that he needs to get laid, badly, and marcus shuts him down by saying that one of *his* character traits is not being interested. lucifer pouts for the rest of the night.

#mine: piercifer au of the day #honestly wrt the beginning my idea is that marcus actually did look into it #and he did have a game appropriate character #but eh next campaign y'know #and there is definitely a next campaign #also........ marcus being adamant about no one hurting the big bad/dragon bc that's ella #and ella was his only friend and she kept trying despite him being himself and trying to push her away #and he has a soft spot for her because of that #and after they all wake up he lets her hug him as much as she wants #and for once he's not tense af and he actually enjoys it

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polar-stars · 4 years

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3rd out of an 5 part ask of @smokeprincess24 (sorry that it took a bit)

👹 How does you OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment they’re in? How do they act with: friends, family, strangers, children or their lover(s)?

For the most part, Yasu is just more open and comfortable around people he's close to. He's friendly and polite to strangers, but also rather closeted and he won't expose all too much of himself. Around his friends and family he's just a bit more prone to be more talkative, even joke here and there and just generally be more laid-back so to speak.

🍅 How easily is your OC embarassed? What subjects make them flush and why? What event has made your OC the most embarassed they’ve ever been?

Yasu is not all too easily embarrassed and when he is, he's still rather good at hiding it actually. He blushes mainly at sexual things being openly discussed because he thinks that's inappropriate.

He's usually good enough at reading people and a situation to know what to say…So when someone gives him the impression he said the wrong thing, that certainly embarrasses him as well.

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

Answered already.

🏀 Does your OC have any skills that people wouldn’t expect them to have? Do they have a hobby or pass time that others would consider strange or weird? How did they learn this particular skill or pick up this hobby?

The fact that Yasu can dance as well as he can is much of a surprise to quite a few people and not many find out, since he does not often dance anyway and rather sits somewhere at the sides of parties.

He also has aa hidden poetic side to him and writes poems and song texts in secret at times. He himself doesn't consider them good enough though to show them to anyone.

⭐ Does your OC like to sleep alone or do they enjoy sharing their bed? Have they been to any sleepovers? Have they ever been camping? What did they think of the experiences if so?

As I've said already, he did share a bed at times with Chieko when they were really small smols and he never really minded it. It was fun listening to her discussing various theories and stuff she had thought over throughout the day and he liked it.

He does not have all too much experience beyond that, except for having to share a bed with his sister Kasumi at times (which was also not much bother to him since Kasumi is rather peaceful) and he does not think off it as anything special.

🍏 When your OC says “I had a bad day” what does that tend to mean? Is it really as bad as they’re saying or are they being a bit dramatic?

When Yasu speaks about a bad day it's most likely truly, truly bad. He's not really one to over exaggerate and he's also not one to speak up a lot over being upset or something in the first place. So when he actually opens his mouth and says he's having it rough this day? That definitely means that it's serious.

At the same time he doesn't really use this phrase as a way to say "please comfort me" but it's more of a way of telling whoever he's talking to that he's most likely not going to be as polite and friendly as usual….it's an advanced apology in a sense should he maybe snap. In order to avoid such he quickly retreats in his room anyway.

Again…Yasu pushes people away when upset.

🐉 How religious is your OC? Do they pray to any god(s) or do they not believe in that kind of stuff? What is their view of religion in general? Where do they believe people go when they die? If your OC is not religious why not and what do they believe in otherwise?

Yasu was raised to be a Buddhist by Ryoko and does hold on to the religion all his life. But at the same time his beliefs do not really affect his daily life all too immensely.

To him it does still have something comforting though in a sense.

💧 What is something from your OC’s past they’re the most ashamed of and why? What is something they’re really proud of? And lastly what is something in their past that could make them shake with dread?

What Yasu is truly going to be massively ashamed off is yet to come in the future,

Other than that, Yasu is very skilled off avoiding blunders and while of course he was embarrassed here and there there's no real major event so far that truly stands out to him as the most embarrassing thing that ever happened.

🐟 What was your OC like as a baby? What were they like as a child? A teenager? An adult? How do you think they’ll develop ten years into their future? Twenty years? Will they live to old age?

As a baby, Yasu was already more calm than other babies and didn't make all too much tumult; which Ryoko interpreted as a sign for having chosen the right name for him ("Yasu" means "peace, quiet"). He showed an affinity for nature early on and would show himself incredibly happy when Ryoko or Shun would take him outside into their garden or a park or something and set him down in the grass.

As a child he was not really the most social kid around but thanks to his mother he had learned enough polite phrases to get on everyone's good terms. While he did not make all too many friends, he was always pretty well-liked and in the end he always had Chieko as a friend. He ultimately spent most of his time with his parents however (Chieko in the end still lives in Tokyo, while he grew up outside of town and as I said he didn't spent all too much time with his peers in the small town he lives in) and helped them out a lot. His favorite hobby as a child was most definitely the exploration of the forest that's close to the family's house.

As a teen he'd grew into a very friendly and calm young man who does usually not have all too much problems to get on people's good sides. While he's still much of an introvert, he's more sociable and open than he was as child thanks to Polar Star's influence mainly. He also came to idolize his parents however and carries an everlasting fear of disappointing them.

Yasu won't change all too much as an adult, given that he was already rather mature for his age when he was a teen. He will have learned some of the errors in his ways however (like his overexaggerated protectiveness over Chieko) and also his worries regarding his parents will have been eased. I see him getting married rather late in his 20s honestly.

🍇 Does your OC have any bad habits? Does your OC have any addictions like smoking or drinking? How did they fall into these habits and why?

Yasu's major bad habit is definitely trying to gulp down all of his negative emotions because he feels he would be a bother if he were to vent and just let them out. He looks out for other people a good bunch of times but when it comes to his own emotions he likes to ignore them until he's alone with them at night creating the perfect conditions to overthink everything (which does not help…ever).

He also drinks on Polar Star Parties but he can hold his liquor. No one ever saw Yasu drunk.

🔮What does your OC think is their best trait. What is actually their best trait? What about their flaws? Are they one to admit these flaws or do they like to pretend they’re perfect?

Yasu thinks his best trait is his politeness but I'd say his best trait is his care.

A flaw of his is that his own worries, anxieties or envy can cloud his view and his judgement immensely at times.

🌸 What’s a sentence that would make your OC’s day better? One that would make them laugh? One that would make their day worse? Why? What words would you have to say to them to completely ruin their day?

A sentence that can always make his day better is certainly "Can I use your [insert fermentation product here]?" He really wants to support his mother's business on Totsuki and advertises it whenever he cans. It really makes him happy when his efforts pay off.

A sentence that can ruin his day is any sentence that has both "Chieko Marui" and "Shigeo Eizan" in it.

🌷 How much effort does your OC put into their looks? Do they care much about how they’re dressed or what their hair looks like or are they not bothered? Could they be considered a snob or a slob?

Yasu's pretty casual in his fashion choice and is mainly concerned over wether the clothes are comfortable and loose than anything else.

He takes rather good care of his hair though but there's not much else that concerns him a lot.

❤️ What inspired you to make this OC? How long have you had them? How have they changed in the time you’ve been developing them?

Shun/Ryoko was one of my first ships…of course I wanted to give them a child. Yasu is one of my first Fanchild OCs and was created alongside Kimiko, Mika and Hiroshi. He was really tough to design as I had a lot of trouble mixing Shun's and Ryoko's designs. Eventually I came up with the idea to give him Shun's blinding bangs and Ryoko's silkiness but…how exactly that would look changed multiple times throughout the years ahdhd He truly took long to be finalized in that area.

Character-Wise, I decided very quickly that he'd be Chieko's best friend. Because of course he would. It also didn't took me long to characterize him as peaceful, calm and such…given that I had literally named him that.

Over the years he hasn't changed all too much personality-wise. But I went through a lot, a lot of story-ideas with him…many of them very angst.

🧡 What traits of your own do you see in this OC? Are they a little bit self-inserty? Don’t be shy, we all put parts of ourselves into the creations we love!

I do always try my best to be polite, especially in Real Life. I don't think I excel at this as good as Yasu does because I do tend to be inattentive to my surroundings at times but well….It's still something?

I do ultimately prefer the ocean but I also like the forest as well. Also we have a bit of the same view on religion, although we're not part of the same religion ahdhd

What I majorly can relate to in Yasu though is his tendency to always attempt to shut down all negative feelings because I do as well like to pretend that sadness and anger do not exist.

💚 Are you writing anything with this OC or planning on writing anything for them? Do you rp with them or are they just for fun to mess around with?

You gave me asks for them but I'm still into figuring out how exactly to write them ; 7 ;

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Yasu can be greatly used for angst but in the end I do want to know him happy. He deserves it.

He'll makes some mistakes here and there but in the end, he's always trying his best. I really don't know how to construct his future really…ovo;; But I hope I'll eventually figure it out.

#Gofer answering to stuffz #Yasu Ibusaki #Shokugeki no Kimiko Stuffz

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lottalucamotion · 4 years

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Strike + 👹🍊🌺🧡💜💗

Ma Boyyy (putting this under cut because it got long and rambly)

How does my OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment they are in?

Strike has always been a bit on the defensive side when it comes to meeting new people. It got worse after his accident since he got so used to people judging him based on his looks and his past. His first impressions are usually quite harsh and aggressive. He’ll act territorial with people he feels he doesn’t now well, even if they are people he’s known for a long time. With friends, he adopts a much more playful “unpleasantness” to his personality. He likes to tease and be teased, though he rarely ever goes too far with his joking. He may not seem it but he is quite hyper aware of people’s mannerisms and body language, so he’s good at knowing where people’s boundaries lie. When it comes to lovers, well his only real lover was Hot Shot. Before he met Hot Shot and after he lost him, he’s really just been a flirt and a heartbreaker. As I said, him making strict social boundaries has always been in his nature, so him yielding himself to long lasting relationships takes someone very special. With Hot Shot, he treated him quite a bit like a friend, the difference being that he felt that he could be vulnerable around him. He would still try to hide his feelings, but he and Hot Shot were good at reading each other. Once one caught on, the other would surrender and allow further communication and comforting. Even as a passing lover, Strike is surprisingly tender. He really likes physical touch. Everyone just tends to assume he’s to abrasive for things like hugs and cuddling. Physical displays of affection whether platonic or romantic are Strike’s most effective form of communication when it comes to showing how he feels about someone. Touch of some kind is important when building relationships with him, plus he just really enjoys it.

Does my OC have any triggers? Why do these things trigger them? What are they like when they are triggered and how do they calm down?

Strike as the story is currently has PTSD from his accident but doesn’t know it yet. It manifests pretty similar to depression in his every day life. He’s haunted by his feelings of guilt and fear that he will loose someone he cares about not just due to action, but also inaction. He’s grown more prone to acting aggressively when he feels threatened, even mildly (like what he did with Flat Top in the second chapter). He’s always been a but trigger happy when it comes to fighting, but it wouldn’t escalate so quickly from small things. He has nightmares and insomnia linked to thoughts of his accident. He’s become emotionally detached, unable to open himself up emotionally to any romantic relationships. His trigger is loud metallic noise akin to the sound of a train crash and the smell of burning fuel. When the noises aren’t as loud/sudden he may feel a sort of “itch” and may begin to act frustrated and punch or body check walls or other fixtures. When more severe he will experience a flashback in which he will feel sharp pain on the left side of his face, and he will begin to dissociate where he will shut down to his surroundings, tense up, shake, and breath shallowly. If touched he may go into fight or flight mode. To calm down, he usually will go to a quiet spot and try to breath and pinpoint small details to help him come back into reality.

What additions would my oc make to their body if they could?

An engine that isn’t faulty and bigger muscles, because what diesel engine doesn’t always want bigger muscles?

What traits of my own do I see in this oc? Are they a bit self-inserty?

Honestly I had originally conceptualized Strike to be a self insert, though I feel like the more I wrote him, the more I sort of deviated him from that original role. We have a lot in common and much of his story is inspired by my own life, but he’s nowhere near being a carbon copy of myself. He and I live the same life in a much more metaphorical sense. Strike’s a non literal reflection of my traits, desires, insecurities, and fears. Strike’s appearance is inspired by my own, but also inspired what I wish I looked like, as well as what I’m self conscious about. For example, Strike’s damaged face is a reflection of a rare condition I have where the nerves on the left side of my face don’t function like they are supposed to if at all. It’s been a cause of insecurity and has seemed to make people assume things about me throughout my life, but it’s a part of who I am, so I often reflect it in some way when I create new characters, Strike is far from the first, but his experience is the most similar to my own. Strike’s story comes from my experiences and fears of loosing people I care about, being forgotten about, becoming a has-been before I could be, loosing control of myself and my life, and my desire to have someone close in my life who I can not only rely on, but who can also rely on me. I actually began writing Strike’s story shortly after starting treatment for my mental health, and he has helped me come to grips with who I am, and where to go from here.

That being said, there are differences, I share Strike’s difficulty in connecting with people, but I’m not aggressive when it comes to first meetings, or a flirt by any stretch of the imagination. I didn’t grow up like he did, though there are people (mostly positive influences) in his life who are inspired by people who positively influenced me. I’m a bit playfully sassy with close friends, but not to the amount that Strike is. I have a stubborn streak, but in Strike it’s heavily amplified. Strike’s generally a lot more of an asshole than I am.

Do you enjoy working on your oc or are they a bit of a chore?

I quite enjoy writing Strike, so I would not say he’s a chore at all. He’s probably one of the few characters I’ve been able to naturally flow with.

Ramble a bit about this character.

Let’s talk a bit about the relationship between Strike and Rusty. While writing Strike’s story, I want his story to be almost just as much Rusty’s as it is his. He and Rusty started their lives quite differently but almost ended up switching places. Strike was a successful young engine who’s situation was changed for the worst by one incident. Rusty was a beaten down underdog whose life was changed for the better after one major event. While Strike is a more abrasive personality, both he and Rusty share a stubbornness about them, for better or for worse. They will occasionally butt heads, but they seem to understand one another pretty well. Rusty has been in Strike’s place so while he feels bad for him, he knows that Strike still wants to be treated with dignity. In turn, Strike places his trust in Rusty more than anyone else. Strike feels weak and all he really wants in life it to be able to be strong for other people in his life. In a sense Strike begins to feel like he owes Rusty. While he trusts Rusty he also will often hide how he feels from Rusty out of fear that he will drag him down in the process by placing his problems on him. He was brought to the yard mainly to help Rusty, so he feels pressured to do a good job at that.

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sublimegentlemanalpaca · 5 years

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I would very much be interested in your ocs

Very well.

Let me preface that a lot of these Fellows came to mind after I reached the thought of ‘hey, what if I took how people joke about me being some Eldritch entity that existed before time, space, and the universe, and ran with that? So some of these guys are more self inserty than others. All the fellows I’m about to mention are close to being the same person..or to put it a better way...they are existential echoes or perhaps facets of a greater Eldritch entity...with all of them sort of galavanting about existence, across universes and things.

One OC has some connection to the OCs of @lint-roll with their permission and following their suggestion...and I’ve been badgering them about these fellows for like a week or more.

One last bit of backstory before going into The OCs Proper if you’ll allow. Long ago one of these fellows took the Name of Alaric( meaning Ruler of All) and made himself a King with a Crown, Silvery Robes, and a Flaming Sword...he ruled over a whole world...there was an uprising and Alaric was slain. In response to the killing of their Fellow the rest of the ‘Als’ rained Eldritch vengeance on the world over which Alaric ruled. There were some survivors..but more on that later. With that said..and poorly explained I imagine..on to the OCs in question.

Algimantus Varius Eldritch: A strange fellow. Tallish, clean shaven. His signature outfit is Grey pants, Ultramarine suspenders, a salt white shirt, a Vibrant Green Long Coat (imagine Fagin’s Coat from Oliver! Or Nepeta’s Coat from that Homestuck thing), a Bowler hat, and Circular glasses of an Amber color. And of course a finely made Cane (because just about every character of mine must have the aesthetic of Cane, Coat, and Hat) Algimantus is generally polite, if a bit eccentric, and at times purposefully ignores context clues of conversations if he thinks some fun can be had with the words (even if he’s the only one who finds it funny). He looks human to be sure...but there are times...such as when he smiles a certain sort of smile, and his eyes take on a friendly glare that his Eldritch nature is glimpsed. He is a procurer, purveyor, trader, and occasional maker of Items of Mystical, Magical, Occult, and a generally Eldritch nature. He tends to cary his wares in one of those huge salesman suitcases (like in the Music Man) which reads ‘‘Eldritch’s Emporium of all things Eldritch). He has also been known to hold things in his hat. He is fond of showing off his wares, be it an ever changing set of magical rings, or a Phoenix feather Quill (perfect for writing secret messages) in his Hat. His merchandise is sold for either ludicrous amounts of money, traded for something of interest, or sold for something less material (for example a coat of perfect stealth in exchange for a person’s whisper).

The bit of merchandise he is most proud of though is his Pen Dragons. Beautifully crafted pens that turn into little Dragons. He always has his own Pen Dragon (One Estragon Alaric Pen Dragon, called Alaric) with him. A beautiful thing of Silver.

Pen Dragons: a note on Pen Dragons. They are made, not by binding the soul of a Dragon to a Pen as you’d imagine but rather a process is performed which results in the Existential echo of a Dragon, The Dragonness left in a place where a Dragon has been for a long time, and that Dragonness manifests in the Pen York become a Pen Dragon. Alaric as an example of Pen Dragonness is primarily used for writing is an avid book Wyrm. He will collect words and bits of info like his own hoard. Alaric is also very jealous of Algimantus’ Phoenix Quill and takes every opportunity available to get rid of it.

At one point Algimantus learns of a circus performer who has managed to make Pen Dragons of her own. Algimantus has searched for this person since the means of Manifesting Existential echoes is a skill he invented and only ever shared with his Fellows. He hopes to make this person a Potential Apprentice of sorts.

Pen Aluni : The Potential Apprentice in question. Has some skill in enchantment,and drawing. Foundling of a circus where she participated in a Magic act. One day after a show involving a Dragon Skeleton she suddenly has a bunch of Pencils turning into little dragons running amok..only for them to be subdued by a silver small dragon...and to top it off some weirdo in a green Coat has shown up offering her an Apprenticeship for reasons.... I don’t know much about her character yet at present. Apologies. Her last name (meaning student ) was thought up by Algimantus. Turns out she is a survivor of the Kingdom of Alaric...

On to other Als.

Alan V Eldritch: This short fellow is prone to gambling of all sorts. Wears an Ultramarine Coat, brown corduroys, and a dull red shirt. Bowler, and a cane suited for whacking and keeping people at bay. He is commonly found conning people with that shell game thing. He is perhaps the most intentionally cruel of his fellows and takes great enjoyment in the minor and major sufferings of existence, humanity in particular. He and Algimantus do not get along exceptionally well. He has an attempt at a goatee which he swears makes him look Puckish.

Algernon V. Eldritch: Imagine a Circus Ring Master. Leave him bald, and give him a obviously fake and ludicrous mustache. Make him a bit heavier around the middle than most of his fellows and you have Algernon. He has continually tried to entertain people...and has continually failed for one reason or another. Before starting a Circus his business was that of a Fool and Gesture with the mannerisms of said profession never really leaving. Meaning he will not shut up and speak his mind no matter who its to. More so than the rest of his fellows.

Alfur and Aldread: ‘the Twins’ these two have continually set up shop as royal advisors of opposing kingdoms and have treated the wars of said kingdoms as a personal game between them. Alfur is notable for having straight hair, and wizardly robes and staff. Aldread is more of a John Dee inspired Alchemist Spy advisor. The two look practically identical save the one dresses in Blue, the other Orange. Not sure which is which.

Alfwin V Eldritch: Alfwin is the one among his fellows who has the most knowledge and closest friendship with the Elves (anywhere). Don’t know what his colors are. But I know the Elves know him, and his fellows collectively as ‘‘The Eldritch One’.

Albus Viggo Eldritch: Albus stands out with pale skin white hair and all black ensemble including Greek Fisherman’s Cap and a Peacoat. Albus’ Cane is a Cane Sword with a Kraken looking Handle. He also has Rapier about his person. Albus manages a number of Lighthouses and offers shelter and housing to the Spirits of those who die at Sea. He will often sing with his ghostly house guests, and they will usually follow him when he leaves his Light Houses for elsewhere. He has a huge Sailing Ship called the Alexandria, and has some control over the Weather able to make Zora dissipate Tempests and the like. Albus is perhaps the kindest of his fellows and is not one for Cruelty unless truly deserved. Also, I’m am told due to his pale complexion and habit of sword fighting ghosts he is sexy. The Ghosts all call him ‘Captain Jones’ with the earliest having mistaken him for Davy Jones and it just stuck. Albus is the most open about feeling horribly guilty for his part in the destruction of Alaric’s Kingdom. He made sure to ferry what survivors he could away from the Vengeance of his Fellows.

Alvis V Eldritch: Alvis is Grey. His clothes, his attire, his pet Owl, all Grey, everything save his skin (and he did try that for a while). Alvis, while not necessarily the oldest of his Fellows, has made the conscious decision to look Old. He walks with a wooden Staff, and has a large book with him at all times. He is the only one of his fellows to keep track and tabs on all the others. The rest usually go about their business meeting up on occasion. Alvis’ own business is a book store. He had played with the idea of a Library...but decided on a bookstore for one reason or another. His Bookstore can be found in many places. Almost anywhere, though you’re unlikely to meet him there. He often will sleep in the back, or reading and will often have some hired help manage things. Only getting him if someone wishes to buy from the more Eldritch sections. That knowledge costs knowledge and the knowledge given is lost forever to the buyer. As is the knowledge of having lost it. Alvis is the All Wise, he knows near everything. He and one other fellow are closest in true Eldritch nature to that Fellow of which they are mere aspects, echoes, and facets. He is not unkind, nor kind, he can be helpful but he doesn’t talk too often. All the other fellows show proper respect to Alvis. He does not know the Future...but if a thing is known..Alvis no doubt knows it. He keeps a Pen Dragon which Algimantus gave him..and a Pet Owl. No one is sure where the Owl came from. It might have just flown in one day and Alvis decided to keep it. No one is mean to Alvis’s Owl. Alvis will give info to his fellows if he thinks it will help..and he can keep Secrets. He and Albus instantly recognize Pen for what she is.

Lastly there is Alastor. When Alaric was slain the Fellow felt it as a searing pain. In retaliation he had all the fellows fall down upon the Kingdoms of Alaric and destroy it and everyone who played a part in the slaying of Alaric. Alastor, dressed in rags, not bothering with a face, and only barely attempting anything close to a human guise is the remaining vengeance personified. Alastor does not smile, nor laugh. He does not run, nor take interest in the Eldritch peculiarities of existence as his Fellows do. Alastor only searches for those who showed they could hurt him...and eliminate them with the same sword of Alaric’s which proved to be his undoing.

So...there’s all that.

Hope that’s sufficient. There will be more of course. I am writing/planning the writing of a thing which should show Algimantus making little Alaric the Pen Dragon.

Make of this what you will.

Al, the Chronographing Cottager and Prince of Naming

#The Als #my OCs #Eldritch Fellows

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glowpop · 6 years

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if we’re making taz posts unpopular opinion but blupjeans was kinda....like i just cannot get over how fucking self inserty it seemed so im gonna shut the fuck up but im forever mad about how lupcretia, the more superior ship--IF THEY HAD MORE SOLID INTERACTIONS--was just. gone. not thought about at all

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mitziwhodoesoverwatch · 6 years

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The happy end.

You feel bad about yourself and your anxiety is eating you alive so you tell Genji about it. Mostly self-insertie stuffs with fluff. ENJOY

You stood outside on your balcony of your apartment and watched the rain pour down on the world below you.

You often liked to stand outside and watch the world move and shift as time pasted around you. You found it a nice past time for things and often forgot what time it was.

What you didn't notice was that Genji had snuck his way up to you and snaked his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face plate into your shoulders "My love.." to which snapped you out of your thoughts. "Genji?"

You chuckled "I didn't notice you snuck up me there ninja man." He hummed in response. "You have been out here a lot my love, is something troubling you?"

"..." You fell silent... "I-" you started but then stopped. You looked away. "My love, I care about you and if there is something wrong you must tell me."

You scrunched your eyes shut and huffed out air. Your anxiety was eating you up and often made you feel sick and unable to eat food.

No, you will tell him what's bugging you, you've had enough.

"Can I tell you a lot of things?" you said to Genji. He tightened his hold around your waist. "Go on.."

"Not outside, inside on the bed please." Genji let you go and walked inside with you, the warm air was comforting to say the least. You closed the door, sliding it shut behind you.

Genji had already made his way into the bedroom and was on the bed - his face plate was off. He patted the bed signing you to lie next to him.

You fought yourself to not burst into tears right there and then.

You snuggled up to Genji, resting your head on his arm.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" "You have a habit of withholding things from me..." Genji was right you do have a habit of doing that.

You breathed in "I don't think I look nice..." muttered. "What?" Genji said. "I don't like the way I look." You said a little louder.

"What?" Genji said. "I don't think I look attractive!" You said even louder than the last time. "Oh, I couldn't hear you over how beautiful you are." He smiled. "No I don't.." as you hid your face into his chest.

"My love... *Sigh*" He ran his fingers through your hair "I think I look horrible and fat and I'm an annoyance and you won't like me anymore!" you shouted into his chest which slightly muffled your words. "Why do you even keep me around? I shout like a fisher mans wife at a market I swear so much, how the hell you even love me?"

"Sometimes what seems like the most un-loveable people can have people who still love them no matter what." "And, AND my love! I don't care if you shout like a fisher mans wife or you swear a lot, because at the end of the day, that's you" He rubbed circles on your back. "Yeah? I love you, I really do, I love your laugh, I love how you come up with the most silliest words. How you goof around as you play your games."

You sobbed into his chest. "Look at me my love, I am a person who is half machine and half man, I'm not the most loveable but you still love me my beautiful flower."

He hugged you closer. "I love you until the end of the world." He kissed your head and you snuggled up to more. "Thanks Genji..." "No more will you hate yourself around me anymore, or I WILL MAKE YOU TO LOVE YOURSELF."

You chuckled "All right all right!" You lay there for a few minutes in silence before breaking it to say "Can we play Mario Kart?" Genji laughed "Of course, best to three, loser buys dinner." "On you're on!"

#genji x reader #fluff #fanfic #self indulgence #genji shimada #I love my BOI GENJI

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aaliyaeger · 7 years

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The SilverStripes

A long ass time ago, my girlfriend and myself made OCs: legit OCs in a world that is still nothing more than a concept, and could more than likely fit in a DnD very easily. I never write about them because I’m usually writing about my WoW ones, but today I got something out of both of them. Have some self-inserty goodness.

“They're getting braver, aren't they?”

Silvers spoke the snide sentence knowing he'd never get an answer from his partner, and he instead followed through with his previous motion of snapping the Spawn's neck idly. The horrible amalgamation of flesh and shadow nearly exploded as its spine crunched under his left hand's wicked grip, and the wispy flames of its gangly body immediately dissipated after its fiery death. Yet, the man showed no signs of being injured or slowed thanks to the dark gunmetal gray power armor shrouding his entire form. Complete with a mighty halberd swinging around in wide arcs, he was an absolute engine of destruction. Despite his intimidating visage though, his size still paled in comparison to the colossal orange tiger beside him, who was disemboweling one of the horrors with her back paws as her front ones pinned the screeching Spawn to the ground. Everything in a ten foot radius around both man and beast had been ravaged into a gruesome display of black-tinged blood and splattered gore, and the two bore the brunt of such violence.

And yet the Spawn kept coming.

Watchpoint Free had been under assault for at least a solid hour now, and the legions of corrupt beings that crawled and scrambled their way towards the walls seemed unending. Fatigue was starting to take its toll on the fresher recruits of the Watchpoint, their arms still shuddering from constant recoil even after they had given control of the defensive gatling guns to someone else. Much of the arid grass had been washed so thickly in black and red blood that it was hard to see their yellowing blades underneath the slick coat. And yet those creatures kept arriving, stumbling over the corpses of their fallen with the same mindless fury that lead them to the Watchpoint. Just how many did they have...?

“...No, something's definitely wrong,” Silvers grunted mostly to himself, impaling a Spawn through the chest with ease. The tiger beside him growled gruffly, but seemed to agree as she held her ground, circling around the knight almost protectively as he searched the waves of Spawn marching towards the base. These things liked to attack in huge numbers, but nothing of this variant – there had to be something bringing them in. A dropship? These things never showed enough intelligence to fly a rig before...

“Stripes, we need to check out that back line,” the armored figure called to the tiger, gesturing towards a vague direction somewhere behind all of the Spawn. “If we move fast, we can probably hit it before this point gets overrun. Let's head east and-”

Silvers was politely interrupted as the tiger immediately bounded straight into the Spawn front line, barreling passed the legions of demonic figures with the velocity of a lightning bolt.

“OKAY, THAT WORKS TOO!” the knight hissed, slowly starting to charge as he settled his halberd to his right and began to pick up speed. He wasn't anywhere near as fast as Stripes was, but as he crashed into the line of Spawn, the entire row of shambling creatures faltered as the centurion slammed into them, and went well beyond them. While the tiger could practically bound and bounce atop the Spawn with the same grace that belied her mighty claws, Silvers instead kept smashing through the ranks with unstoppable force, waves of vermillion sparks coursing over his armor as he kept plowing through the Spawn endlessly. For several seconds, the horrid beings somehow tried to slow him to no avail, and it was only after the knight found his tiger friend once again that he realized he was having a hard time slowing down as well. Where she had long since paused in a surprisingly open spot, Silver kept rushing through, halting only when he (and the three Spawn he had stabbed his halberd through along the way) crash-landed into the side of a wall-

Wait. A wall?

There were no other buildings in the once-lush region of Lune Foret besides Watchpoint Free, but Silvers couldn't deny that what he had just slammed himself into was definitely made of steel. When he finally was able to yank himself free of the crater he had made of the wall and the Spawn he just piledrived, he took a step back in confusion to gaze up at the colossal slab of metal. It was definitely a mobile base, but this thing was huge! How could he have possibly missed this after so many days of scouting around? Though, that bafflement paled when Silvers glanced to the middle of the wall, and noticed a crescent moon intertwined with a C:

The same PMC that owned Watchpoint Free.

“I gotta be seeing that wrong... that's not Crescent Commandos, is it Stripes?” Silvers spoke to the tiger lowly. The titanic cat merely growled in the same dark tone, her green eyes locked on the symbol as well. Mobile bases like this were common for science excavations, but were definitely not defensive enough for military conduct. And they weren't easy to pilot – surely the Spawn couldn't have driven it here. So what could have...?

A bellowing screech from behind the two warned that the same creatures weren't so pleased about two mercenaries being so far in their back line. With that, Silvers immediately reached for the keypad, and was surprised when the door opened easily for him. Regardless, he made the motion to enter inside the traitorous vessel – only to come face to face with even more Spawn. They were easily ripped apart by Stripes tearing through them, her long, razor teeth chomping them to shreds as the knight shut the door behind him.

“There's not enough room here to hold that many Spawn,” Silvers murmured gruffly, glaring around the dim halls warily. “How in the hell did they-” was about as far as he managed to continue before he halted himself and sighed wearily. Of course it had to be that simple.

The Spawn had to come from somewhere, and usually it was from their rifts in space that allowed them to enter the earth from their void of chaos and nonsensical energy. There was no possible way to enter such voidspace without being ripped apart by the millions of Spawn within, but at least the portals could be destroyed if the fleshlike gateways were butchered. Though, Silvers had never seen one so purposefully built for the interior of a Commandos' base, despite the one sitting so comfortably before him. Worse yet was the large hole-like depth into an eternal void of black sitting in the middle of the fleshy rift, which was warbling and shifting at random like a dark star. The knight wasn't sure how the Spawn were able to form a rift of this size inside of Commandos equipment, but there it was – and it needed to be destroyed.

“Go clear the way Stripes,” Silvers growled, hefting his halberd downward and cracking his neck. “I've got some cleaning up to do.”

The tiger grumbled dangerously, as if irked she didn't get to enjoy the killing blow herself, but the mighty beast regardless slinked away simply, that long tail of hers whapping against the square of his back as the knight snorted a laugh. Hopefully she wouldn't take that too much out on him later.

Whipping his polearm to the side, the mighty weapon suddenly rearranged loudly, the entire axehead suddenly cracking to the right to reveal a gun barrel, the wide bore ominously pointed at the warbling rift. Despite the sounds of slaughter and angry tiger behind him, Silvers hummed almost merrily, setting up his combine halberd with nearly mechanical speed. The void before him began to also angrily shift about, and snarls similar to those far outside were echoing from deep within. Yet, the knight seemed to have no such hurry, aiming up his modified rifle towards the base of the flesh arch almost casually. He tapped his foot almost idly, bobbing his head as if waiting patiently as a Spawn head splashed out of the rift viciously-

-and he pulled the trigger.

The knight barely had any time to register the explosion before he was hurled back from the force of it, the only reason that his halberd had not abandoned his grip was the magnetism forcing it to his palm. It was lucky that Stripes had left the door open, otherwise his back would have crashed against it. For quite awhile he flew, his power armor blaring warning signs of the heat and corruption smashed into the metal before his back hit the ground, and he skidded like a meteor into it. Several more feet were entrenched out before the man finally halted, and there was smoke still wifting off of his as he gasped in confusion. Usually those rifts weren't quite so explosive. Maybe he used the wrong round...?

Whatever the case, he was definitely dazed. It took him several seconds to realize there was a familiar furry head pointed curiously at him, and Silvers managed to wheeze out a short laugh.

“Hey babe. How was your day?” He mused jokingly, groaning a bit as he ignored the critical power warning on his armor. The worst enemy to his power suit tended to be himself.

Stripes growled dangerously, and then reared on her hind legs – and suddenly shortened. In only a scant second, where there was once a colossal orange cat about to maul the knight of the rest of his life, instead stood a red-haired woman in dark, nearly skintight leathers. Her green eyes, far too feral to be regular human eyes, narrowed even more lethally.

“Most of them scattered when the Rift dropped,” she replied almost with a hiss, kneeling down to dig one of her fingers into the center of his chestplate. “You're going to die doing that someday.”

“Hasn't -hah!- killed all of me yet,” Silvers laughed despite himself. It wasn't a humorful one – something about the ache in his chest forced the chuckle out of him. Regardless, he made no move to stop Stripes as her scarred, sharp-nailed hands reached for his helmet, and gently pulled it above his head. Silvers' own scarred visage came into view, complete with a tidy black beard and unnaturally crimson eyes. He smiled feebly, closing his sight as the other mercenary stroked his face.

“Do that and I'll pull you out of the grave just to beat your ass again,” she growled, but her green eyes flashed warmly. She leaned down to nuzzle her cheek against the man's own, another gentle catlike purr echoing from her as she did so. It was hard to tell if she was human first, or feline.

“Fair point. Just. Let me. Stand up so...,” Silvers started, and attempted to bring himself upward, only to give up halfway. He attempted this again, and then a third and fourth time. “Would LOVE to actually go back to base now.”

“I'll zuk ya deek if you-” was about as far as Stripes managed to tease before the knight suddenly pounced up as if there was a rocket in his back, apparently entirely reinvigorated by half of that sentence alone as he already rushed back to Watchpoint Free. Rolling her eyes with a sigh, the fiery-haired woman soon followed after him with a small smirk.

Too bad she meant if he helped clean up the base so she could sleep.

#Jaegerwrites

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