Sicktember #8

Prompt: Persistent Fever

Fandom/OCs: Cowboy ‘verse OCs (Aaron and Katy)

Words: 1900

Sicknario inspo: Checking for a fever post illness from this post, finding your love sick in bed from this post, patient reassuring caregiver from this post, and sick physically imposing character from this post.

Author’s comments/background: I just love these two so much, and it makes me sad to realize I haven't written them since last Sicktember (check out their first fic here). This would be a perfect fic for a "married people shenanigans" tag. They're crazy about each other, and I love writing about couples who are crazy about each other, if you haven't noticed. Would love to get more prompts for the two of them, hint hint.

Fun fact: I believe this is the only fic where I didn’t use the prompt somewhere in it verbatim. 

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Aaron was kneeling in front of the stove, filling it with wood before bed, when he sensed Katy behind him. Guessing what was coming he paused, and sure enough, her small hand was suddenly pressed against his forehead. He frowned almost imperceptibly.

"I'm gonna feel hot, darlin'. I was jest choppin' wood. 'M all sweaty."

"I know, and I wish yeh wouldn't'a done that with how much ya been shakin'. I coulda done it."

He sat back on his heels and turned to look up at her, the frown deepening. "I'll never 'llow ya ta be choppin' wood while I'm home and able ta stand," he said firmly. "I ain't so sick anymore. Ya don't need ta worry 'bout me so much."

"I'm entitled ta worry if I please. I never saw ya sick like yeh were at first, sweatin' and shakin' and cryin' out. And then ya fall down outta nowhere like ya were dead the first day ya try ta get outta bed, burnin' up like ya were holdin' yer face in the fire. I've had my share of worry these last weeks, so I'm keepin' an eye on ya until further notice, buster."

"It was the second day I was outta bed," Aaron muttered.

"Even more reason, then. Yeh've caught yerself a damn stubborn fever, and I'm not takin' any chances until it's done and gone."

Aaron sighed. "Yer the boss, sugar, like I always say." He brushed his hand near his temple. "My head's still sore from fallin' anyway. I ain't keen ta have it happen again."

"I bet it is." Katy kissed the sore lump on his head tenderly. "Which is why ya need ta take it easy." She ran a hand over her braid distractedly. "I wish I wasn't leaving ya alone tomorrow. But Auntie Sarah's bound 'n determined to go into town tomorrow, and she won't go alone…."

Aaron carefully stood as she spoke, his sense of balance not yet fully returned since his illness, but when he was steady he tilted up her chin with a gentle touch, smoothing away the worry line between her brows with the pad of his thumb. "Quit yer worryin'," he murmured. "I'll be jest fine. Nothin's gonna happen, and yeh'll be back home before ya know it."

"I hope yer right," she sighed. "I don't like goin' ta town as is, an' this jest makes it worse. Tomorrow can't be done soon enough."

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Aaron and Katy were up before the sun the next morning, neither in the mood for much talk. Aaron went out to do the morning chores (since that was the only thing Katy was allowing him to do currently) while his wife got ready for town. He finished the chores just as she finished dressing and primping. Katy watched through the bedroom window as her husband shuffled his way from the barn to the house, already (or still?) looking exhausted. She bit her lip in worry as she yet again noted how pale he still was, and how the deep circles under his eyes had yet to start fading. Despite what he said, he still wasn't himself, and she was at a loss of what to do. 

He made a point to put on a warm smile as soon as he came in the door, and she saw pride and admiration in his gaze as he took in her "dressing up" attire.

"Yeh look mighty fine, Miz Rivard," he murmured, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. 

She pulled away with a giggle. "Leave off, now. Yer gonna muss my dress, an' I jest pressed it," she said, though she flushed and smiled at his earnest praise. 

They both turned to the door just then as they heard Aunt Sarah's wagon roll up and come to a stop. Then they looked back at one another, worry puckering Katy's forehead yet again. 

"Ya be safe now, ya hear?" she murmured. "Don't do nothin' ta exert yerself too much. Ya cain't keel over while I'm not here, or I'll take a switch to ya."

"Don't be threatenin' me with a good time, now," he said, raising an eyebrow rakishly.  Then he laughed when she laughed. "I'll behave, I promise. Think I'll take a lil' lie-down this mornin', then I'll prob'ly dig up yer garden fer winter. I'll take it easy, though, don't ya worry none, my Katydid." 

"Okay," she sighed. 

They both jumped as Aunt Sarah began to holler for Katy, then shared a last smile.

"Behave yerself," Aaron murmured, pressing a handful of money into her palm. "And come home safe. I'll be waitin' up fer ya."

She reached up on tiptoes to press her lips to his forehead. "Take care o' yerself. I'll be back as soon as I can." With a wave, she flew out the door, hollering back to her aunt in greeting. 

Aaron watched wistfully, making sure they got off alright, then wasted no time in shuffling his way back to the bedroom, yawning wearily. 

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It was just past dark when Aunt Sarah dropped Katy off after a successful day of errands. Katy nearly flew to the house once her aunt was out of sight, but she paused on the stoop, for the windows were dark and not a soul was in sight. She glanced at the garden and found it untouched from that morning. What else would Aaron have gotten up to that day if he couldn't get to the vegetables? She hurried to check the barn just in case, but it was quiet and dark, just like the house. 

She ran back to the house now, panic fluttering in her chest, expecting to find her man collapsed on the ground at any moment. 

"I jest knew shoulda had Andrew check on ‘im," she fretted to herself. "What a fool I am. I shoulda never left ‘im alone."

There was no sign of him in the main rooms, and everything looked exactly as it had when she left that morning. She flew to the bedroom, yanking open the door, then breathed a sigh of relief upon finding her husband safe in bed, wrapped in the coverlet and snoring, the moonlight casting the scene in sharp relief. 

She took several deep breaths to calm herself, knowing he would tease her mercilessly if he knew how worked up she'd been. Though she had a right to tease him right back after seeing all this. He'd promised to wait up for her and had fallen asleep before dark like a tired child instead. 

She moved around him quietly, changing into her night dress and brushing her hair for bed, but he didn't stir until she brought a candle to her nightstand so it shone directly in his face. She surveyed him at last as he stirred and mumbled and her heart plummeted again, because she didn't like what she saw at all. The hectic flush of an angry fever covered his cheeks, and the sweaty, tousled hair and blankets indicated that he hadn't left the bed for several hours. 

"Katy," he croaked, his eyes flickering open weakly. 

"Oh ya poor thing," she sighed, reaching out to brush the hair away from his forehead. 

" 'm not feelin' so good again all of a sudden," he mumbled, letting his eyes slip closed under her touch. 

"I cain see that. When'd it start?"

He thought for a minute. "S'pose it was right after ya left. Haven't had the gumption to get outta bed all day. Feelin' weak as water, jest bin sleepin' and sweatin' or shiverin'."

"It's a damn stubborn fever that yeh've caught, an' no mistake." She sighed again. "Alright, jest wait here while I fetch the basin, then."

"I ain't goin' nowhere. Don't think I'm much up to runnin' away jest now," came the weak, teasing response. 

Glancing over her shoulder, Katy saw the old, familiar twinkle in her husband's eyes, faint though it was under fever-shine, and the dimple in his cheek was flickering. Whenever he smiled like that, she couldn't help but smile back.

They passed the next stretch of time in silence as she bathed his face, underarms, neck and chest with cold water, trying to give him any relief from the heat raging beneath his skin. Katy was less worried this time than formerly, though, since he was fully lucid and even somewhat relaxed, just uncomfortable and sick where he had been delirious and restless before. He so rarely got to spend so much time at home, and when he was home he was rushing around to take care of things before he had to leave again, so this rare chance to simply rest and enjoy his company was a treat she was doing her best to savor.

 He had thrown off most of the blanket and she let herself get lost in momentary admiration. His long, lean legs, stretching nearly to the end of the bed, muscled and toned from a life spent on horseback; the various shades of tanning across his skin from years in the sun; the planes of his abdomen and chest and shoulders, smooth skin over rounded muscle, flexing and shifting each time he moved. Even feverish and miserable, he was beautiful, and his beauty distracted her from her worry. 

Eventually the water became too warm to do further good, but by then Aaron seemed marginally cooler and was resting more comfortably, so she set the basin aside. The sick man said he needed nothing further, so his wife at last slipped into bed beside him. He tugged her closer then, shifting to lie his head in her lap with a contented sigh. She began to trail her fingers up and down his back and neck and through his usually close-cropped hair. 

"We need ta give ya a haircut. Ya bin so sick that I ain't had the chance," she murmured, exploring the unfamiliar length around his ears.

"Mm," he hummed, too close to sleep for a true answer. In that same moment a chill wracked him, and he moaned softly as he shivered and shifted in discomfort.

Katy bit her tongue to keep from expressing her worry, but she couldn't keep a sigh from escaping as she pulled the coverlet over him once more. Out of nowhere his hand reached up, even despite the awkward angle, and he smoothed the worry line between her brows with the pad of his thumb.

"Quit yer worryin'," he murmured. "I'll be jest fine. Tried doin' too much the last few days. If I rest like ya bin tellin' me all along, I'll be good as new in a day or two."

She grabbed his hand and clasped it to her chest. "I jest need ya ta be well," she whispered. "I hate seein' ya so sick fer so long. My heart cain't take it."

His low chuckle was a soft rumble against her. "My soft-hearted woman. What would I do without ya. Ain't no way I cain stay under the weather for long with the good care ya bin givin' me."

"That better be a promise," Katy said, kissing his hand. 

"It's a promise, sugar," he murmured as he once again drifted toward sleep.

More individual posts of my spidersona!

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The composition and cowboy themed comic panel from Saddle Justice brought inspiration to my Spider-sona! (I also really wanted to draw myself as a cowgirl spider woman)

The spider is the desert recluse

Art dump (undercut has zoom in on Dr. Sung doodle cause it's my favorite lol)

Man I was supposed to post this all like a week ago or something 😭😭 I'm gonna post more drawing soooo prepare yourself lol

Also I don't have enough tags to have all the characters soooo yeah lol. Also Tumblr is being so mean so the undercut is gonna take a sec

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to self care and hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

Poké-OCs: Chrys Anthem!

Chrys is the mc I’ve created for Scarlet! The cutiest patootie, isn’t he? In Japanese, his name would be Kikuo (キクオ)

Age: 14 (Scarlet/Violet)

Hometown: Montenevera, Paldea → Wyndon, Galar → Cabo Poco, Paldea

Trainer Class(es): Naranja Student, Paldea Champion, (Honorary) Blueberry Champion

Chrys’s grandmother is none other than the MC of RIP, Ryme! That makes Tyme is great aunt, or as he likes to call her, “Grantia!”

His father, thus Ryme’s son (at least one of lmao), is Pomelo Anthem— a famous actor for films and TV! Pomelo tends to star in a lot of action-packed roles fitting his naturally charismatic personality. He’s often quite the busy combee, but he always does his best to make time for his beloved family.

Chrys’s mother is named Asoka! She’s from Galar and has the biggest green thumb! Berries, veggies, herbs— you name it, she can cultivate it! Usually sells her produce at farmer’s markets, though sometimes she’ll be commissioned (would that be the right term??) to grow/harvest specific items for more private use (such as rare berries).

Chrys himself is a very friendly and sociable boy, who finds it easy to talk with just about anyone and loves to make new friends! Even if he wasn’t related to celebrities, he would be incredibly popular, lmao.

Chrys was born in Paldea (Montenevera specifically), but moved to Galar (Wyndon) when he was about 6. Pomelo was hired for a smash-hit TV series that was filmed there, and Asoka wanted to spend some time back in her home region. The Anthems ended up becoming good friends with Peony and his wife (I named her Daphne and have some thoughts on her I hope to share soon), and thus Chrys became befriended with Peonia (or Nia as I usually call her for more distinction) and Penny! Since Penny and Chrys are closer in age, they were often in classes together for most of elementary and middle school, as well as Trainer’s school. They have an incredibly close, sibling-like bond— Chrys is one of the few people that can encourage Penny to come out of her shell without sheer force or an Eevee-related incentive.

Chrys would often tell Penny about his dreams of going to the same school his dad attended back in the day: Naranja Academy! Penny was so fascinated by Chrys and Pomelo’s stories of the academy, she eventually wanted to go to Naranja with Chrys too! They were planning to enroll together at the eame time… but Pomelo wouldn’t be able to move back to Paldea until his tv series fully wrapped up. So, 12 year old Penny wanted to try Naranja out for herself to gain more independence… but we all know how that went. After the Team Star incident, Penny came back to Galar and ended up telling her family and Chrys everything that happened. While they were all understanding and never mad at her or anything, Penny always placed a lot of guilt on herself.

When Chrys and Penny became 14, Pomelo’s show finally wrapped up, allowing him and his family to move back to Paldea! Since Penny’s retreat was wrapping up as well, the two decided to take the plunge and follow on their promise to go to Naranja together. So this deters a bit from canon where Penny just... hacks the player's phone as Cassiopeia and all that. Instead it's more like Penny lets Chrys in on her Starfall plan from the get-go since she knows Chrys is great at battling, and Chrys goes along with the plan (even though he keeps insisting Penny should just come forward and tell Team Star everything herself).

Chrys also meets Nemona and Arven and joins in on their story routes from the game too! I'm debating on if Penny might have stayed at Chrys's house in Cabo Poco the night before they started school, so Nemona (and Arven?) might meet her a little earlier? But regardless, Nemona is immediately ecstatic about Chrys being such a good trainer. Chrys was already planning on trying out the gym league, so having a new big sister friend cheering him on is all good!

Chrys meets Arven and Koraidon the same way the players do in the games! Here's a little dialogue thing I've written up when Arven asks for his help with the Herba Mystica.

Arven: Oh, hey! So we meet again. You remember me, right?  Chrys: Yeah, I do, from the lighthouse! I don’t think I ever got your name though.  Arven: Oh, did I forget that? Well, the name’s Arven.  Chrys: Nice to meet you, Arven! I’m Chrys.  Arven: So I’ve heard! You show up with the Student Council President, and you’re the great nephew of Ms. Tyme— not to mention your grandmother and dad are also pretty famous. The whole school’s been talking about you nonstop.  Chrys: All good things, I hope.  Arven: Nah, don’t worry. You’re basically Mister Popular from the jump. Actually, I’m glad I can talk to you more one-on-one. Normally I don’t show up super often for class, but… well. Since you know about you-know-who, and you’re already really strong… I wanna ask a favor Chrys: Favor? Arven: You’ve gotta help me out so I can finally make my dream a reality! Chrys: … What dream? Arven: Caught your interest, have I? Well, this might come as a surprise, but I’m all about that picnic life: the great outdoors, the perfectly prepared sandwiches, all of it! Chrys: Really? Judging from the massive backpack you got… I never would’ve guessed.  Arven: You wouldn’t? Chrys: That was sarcasm  Arven: Oh. Right.  Chrys: But anyways, that sounds fun! Do you like cooking and hiking and all that too? Arven: You bet I do! I’m not half bad at cooking either, if I do say so myself. Right now I’m researching new recipes that’ll help pokemon feel better. Real health food, see. Chrys: Isn’t that almost all food, though? It all helps pokemon regain energy and recover from status conditions in one way or another.  Arven: I mean yeah but… I’m looking for something a little more specific. I found this book the other day, and it has a whole section about something called Herba Mystica. Basically, they’re special herbs that come in five different types, and supposedly just one lick of them as powder can get blood flowing, provide nutrients, prevent aging— it’ll even boost the immune system! They seem like the real deal. Only found in Paldea, and rare to boot!  Chrys: Oooooo! Then you want a foraging buddy to help you look for them?  Arven: Well… not just that. The book says the herbs are all guarded by Titan pokemon, meaning it’ll be pretty tough to grab even a few sprigs. Because well… look at ‘em. Chrys: Oh wow.  Arven: Yeah. I really want to get my hands on some of those herbs, but… I’m not very good at pokemon battles, as you saw this morning. I don’t really know anyone close enough with strong pokemon to lend me a hand, either. I do not want to crawl to the student council girl because I’d never hear the end of it. But here you’ve waltzed in, and you’d be perfect for it!  Chrys: I mean… truth be told, I am pretty curious about this Herba Mystica stuff. It might be cool to even try and collect some for my mom to try and cultivate!  Arven: Your mom’s a gardener? Chrys: Yep, she loves figuring out what different plants need to thrive properly. Arven: So… you’re willing to help me?  Chrys: Yeah, I don’t mind! Plus, you’re Koraidon’s… trainer? Owner? Technically? Arven: Eeeeh, I wouldn’t say that. We have some… history, though. I don’t want to get into all of it.  Chrys: Sure, I get it. No pressure. 

I'm still playing through/wrapping up Scarlet, and some stuff like Chrys's trip to Kitakami will probably be it's own separate lil posts, but!! I'll include various notes on the blorbo

Has a tendency to pick up every little item he sees, follow rivers to their source, and generally take his time exploring all the little nooks and crannies he comes across!

Loves to take cute pictures of himself and pokemon he finds on his travels (even if he doesn’t catch them)... Photography becoming his main hobby/passion would actually work really well jk unless 

… Kalim Al Asim and Yuji Itadori kinnie /neg /hj - Doesn’t really have his own identity outside of his family or what he can do. Like he knows who he is as an individual and stuff, but doesn’t really think that’s enough? As much as he knows his family loves and supports him in whatever he decides to do, he doesn’t really know for himself at all. He likes training and looking after pokemon, creative pursuits (art, music, photography), and homemaking skills like gardening and cooking— but he’s not sure what he wants to do with those skills other than use them to express himself/help others.

Has no idea what to do about being this “chosen one” (Legendaries flock to him for whatever reason lmao) 

He tends to bottle up his negative emotions (especially if something really shakes him up) because he doesn’t like causing other people to worry about him. 

Terrified of the Paradox Pokemon… Koraidon is like the only one he likes. 

Sees Arven and Nemona as older sibling-type of friends! They fight over that custody a lot though 

Chrys and Kieran will be boyfriends… eventually (They gotta get through the divorce arc first /hj). Their main ship name is PinkUpdoShipping (because I have the cute idea Kieran ties his hair up as BB Champion partially inspired by Chrys usually having his hair in a short ponytail too). Another alt name is AppleOrangeShipping (Since Kieran is associated with apples, and I associate Chrys with oranges quite a bit)

Here are the pokemon Chrys has in rotation as well (at least so far!)

Chompers - Chewtle → Drednaw

Lychee - (Bounsweet) -> Steenee -> Tsareena

Mew 

Elton - Fuecoco → Skeledirge

Soufflé - Wooper (Paldean) → Clodsire

Brioche - Fidough → Dachsbund

Hanako - Hoppip → Jumpluff

Fuji - Makuhita → Hariyama

Jamba - Phanpy → Donphan

Clyde - Mudbray → Mudsdale

Canyon - Rockruff → Lycanrock (Midday)

Zira - Larvitar → Tyranitar

Hydrangea - Flabebe → Florges

Prower - Buizel → Floatzel

Robin - Fletchling → Talonflame

Fabara - Shroodle → Grafaiai

Venus - Shinx → Luxray

Beacon - Mareep → Ampharos

Bismuth - Tinkatink → Tinkaton

Avo - Tadbulb → Bellibolt

Gossymer - Swablu → Altaria

Mamba - Toxel → Toxtricity

Nubbins - Snom → Frosmoth

Rudy - Eevee → Sylveon

Loki - Zorua → Zoroark

Gengar

Ogerpon

Wuko - Chimchar -> Infernape

quick drawing i did of my spidersona, gonna post the wip of his ref sheet in a bit 😝

reblog and put in the tags something you love about butches and wish more people wrote sluttily about

ITS THE SPOOKY SEASON SO ITS TIME FOR MY SPOOKY OCS!!

TIME FOR PUNK GHOST!!!!!

Full page under the cut

me making blogs for a few ocs and then being too scared to show them.... oops

Idk Giselle and I are ready for Cowboy Carter. She would be playing the whole album all day and probably would annoy Miguel with it

Also, SWEET ☆HONEY☆ BUCKIIN' carried the whole album.

Beyoncé x Giselle are technically Giselle x Giselle btw

WHERE MY BEYHIVE SPIDERVERSE STANS AT??

HEAD RUB | Drabble Prompt

Spike lied with his back stretched on the couch, patches of bandages stuck on different parts of his body due to his wounds afflicted from his latest bounty hunt. But he wasn't alone. Niah was in close quarters to provide warm company, seated on the cushion beside his head, gentle motions of her hand threading through his wild mane as she stroked his dark hair while the T.V played some comedy sitcom.

He asked a few minutes ago ( as he watched her walked by ) if she could rub his head because of the pain that ravaged his limbs ( despite her pointing out, with a funny look about her face: ❝ would that just aggravate your headache even more? ❞ ) but he made a quick excuse, fiddling with her sensitive nature, that this pain, in particular was emotional - as if she'd ever fall for such irony from the only stoic man she'd ever known. The young woman chooses to humor him, though, since he doesn't often invite another for physical touches, but the bounty hunter knew her well enough at this point, that her natural inclination to offer comfort in general, whether suffering from the empty pain of bullet holes or emotional scars, was a habit she couldn't resist.

The back of his head now propped upon her lap, he lay there with eyes shut from his surroundings, relaxed, content as he felt the gentle gesticulation of her fingers continue weaving their way through his thick, curly strands that he could never quite care to manage to tame. And a faint hint of a smile lingers as he hums silently in pleasure.

*Bonus*

Spike: *His eyes stay closed as he starts purring*

Niah: *Stops stroking his hair* what

Spike: what

Adapted one of my OCs for the Gnosiaverse! Because of course.

She’s slow to trust and refuses help in any way, shape or form. That said, she generally opts to take a backseat in the discussions, unless she’s sure of who is the Gnosia. Because of her blunt attitude, though, she gets fridged fairly often. She’ll definitely make you uncomfortable when she’s the doctor.

Carousel Waltz: A Primer

Since I talk incessantly about them and that frequency is only going to increase it's probably for the best that I give a bit of a rundown for my little OC verse!

Carousel Waltz is a psychological thriller young adult magical girl comic in the making. Its primary influences are Revolutionary Girl Utena, Twin Peaks, and Over The Garden Wall.

It's 1993. The town of Potter's Fields, Washington is the last bastion of civilization and has been for the past 25 years, for around the town and as far as anyone can walk in any direction grows a magical apocalyptic wilderness called the Garden of Sorrow, which threatens evermore to encroach upon the town in a war of attrition. With the population of the town dwindling and time standing still in the Garden's embrace, de facto town leader Midas Schiller, with the help of the town's only psychiatrist Thomas Hythloday, have reverse-engineered some of the Garden's very own magic to use against it. Somewhere within the Garden of Sorrow lies the source of its power, the Primordial Heart-- and if mortals can find it and destroy it, they can free the town from its clutches and find out if truthfully there is anyone out there.

Midas cannot use the Garden's magic himself, due to its vendetta against him, so he has scoured the town for proxy agents-- people who can rise to the occasion and fight back against the Garden of Sorrow and the monsters it spawns from its coiling depths. Magic requires harmony and accord to be employed most effectively, and so these magic wielders must fight in pairs. So they have come to be known as Dancers, armed with magical weapons and conditional immortality.

note: When referring to the genre/role as a whole, I use magical girl as conjecture-- referring to these characters as magical boy/enby/man/woman is for on an individual basis. it's just easier than saying "magical mixed gender group of varying ages" and remains true to the genre conventions i'm working under.

Sicely Tecuani - (they/them) The Protagonist. A jaded and socially awkward cowboy, they hide their shyness behind a wall of prickly fatigue. Sicely easily notices the strange and unusual, as well as the faults and foolishness of others. They’re of a practical mindset and enjoy things that work the first time without the bells and whistles. They're dependable and protective, savvy and eloquent, but they're desperate for guidance, yet habitually pushes others away. They're easily impassioned! ... But also easily impassioned into fits of self-loathing. Sicely is transmasculine agender and a closeted lesbian. Their weapon is a pair of bear-paw gauntlets, and their flower is the red spider lily.

Anthea Patel - (she/her) The Other Protagonist. A prodigious young girl, Anthea seems to excel at just about everything she tries her hand at. She's pleasant and romantically-inclined, and sees the world through rosy eyes. She carries a deep well of love and strength within her to meet problems, and she's always trying to cheer others up, but she tends to assume she knows what's best for others while avoiding communicating her own needs-- a girl who thinks she can do everything except admitting she's wrong. And like her namesake, she carries a deep wrath. Anthea is a trans girl and a lesbian. Her weapon is a pair of flintlock dueling pistols, and her flower is the calla lily.

Ariadne "Ari" Astra - (she/her) Ari is a mover and a shaker, and a top-class seer. She wants to know it all, uncover the secrets of the universe, and wield magic to the best of her discretion. She adores unexplained phenomena like cryptids and UFOs. Chipper, observant, and witty, Ari doesn't suffer fools willingly. She is, however, willing to suffer most anything for a mystery. Her infatuation with mathematically proving the afterlife, to reconnect with her dead sister, borders on obsession. She’s deeply lonely, and feels like she lost the only person who could possibly understand her, which has alienated her best friend, Lucerne. Ari is bisexual and would probably ID with the term gendervoid if she knew it. Her weapon is an armillary sphere, and her flower is sunflower.

Lucerne Lowe - (they/he) Lucerne is seemingly difficult to rattle and nonchalant, offering advice where possible and deflecting with a blunt affect away from themself. He enjoys a running commentary, as long as he's not in the middle of things. Lucerne dislikes being the center of attention, and keeps things to themself more often than not. He'd be a great friend to tell your secrets to if you need a listening ear or infodump about that niche interest of yours that no one else has the patience for, but you'd be hard-pressed to get him to tell you something back. Not after what they saw. While the advice they give is usually good, Lucerne is more likely to meddle in your own business than walk the walk. They are unlabeled. His weapon is a polearm, and his flower is rhododendron.

Opal Schiller - (he/him) Rare holographic dipshit. Next.

...

OKAY FINE. Opal is the morally ambiguous pale-haired tragic anime boy archetype. He believes he is being charming and friendly, but in fact his social skills leave something to be desired, often acting on strange impulses or operating on assumptions and rules beyond typical understanding. This makes him presumptuous, pushy, and ill-equipped for when things don't align with expectations. He's very flamboyant and self assured, as long as he feels in control. As soon as his power over a situation is questioned, or he behaves like a dorkass teenager, he immediately begins to flounder, and goes to extreme lengths to regain that sense of security. He’s really, really bad at not getting his way, a problem exacerbated by his father. He is bisexual but enjoys the rewards of heterosexuality too much to consider guys an option. His weapon is a scythe, and his flower is larkspur.

Jiro Kohaku - (he/him) If you asked what Jiro wants in life, he'd shrug his shoulders and say things are pretty good right now. He likes video games and tv and comic books and especially likes hanging out with Opal, because Opal gets to do whatever he wants. Despite his seemingly flippant attitude, he's easily excited and enjoys the spectacle of things, getting caught up in adrenaline rushes. He seems cosmically cursed to be forever in second place, which drives a deep frustration to his core that manifests as him wanting to impress and impose on his peers. Look at him, not Opal, not his older sister, just this once, look at him. Jiro is probably gay but covets girls anyways because of his problems and issues. His flower is nasturtium, and his weapon is a wakizashi.

Who else is there? Oh right, the grownups.

Araceli Levin - (she/her) is a Dancer that has betrayed Midas, gone rogue, and aligned herself with the Garden of Sorrow. She should be considered armed and dangerous. She killed her last dance partner to steal his power, and should not be engaged alone. 

...So Midas says.  

Araceli is a renegade Dancer. She is dangerous-- she’s had her powers for thirty years longer than anyone in the cast. But she didn’t kill her partner, she isn't aligned with the Garden of Sorrow, and she's not the betrayer here. She's a miserable old wretch of a woman whose social skills have deteriorated from the insanity of grief and the self-exile she's placed on herself. Before she was a Dancer, before the Garden of Sorrow closed off her entire world and Midas ruined what was left of it, she was a marine biologist and a cetacean specialist. Now she has no ocean, no husband, and no way out. Her only friend is a talking Canada Jay named Whiskey. Her weapon is a spear, and her flower is hellebore.

Jorges Beaufoy - (he/him) Araceli's late husband and fellow biologist, and Midas' best friend in life. He died a few years back. The immortality afforded to Dancers does not extend to adults. His hair used to be light blonde before magic turned it pink. His weapon was a sword, and his flower was star of bethlehem.

Thomas Hythloday - (he/him) An anodyne, denial-ridden scientist who works as mission control for the Dancers and is also their only psychological health monitor, which is great except for the part where I mentioned denial up there. He's a bit morally bankrupt, and willing to go too far sometimes, but he very rarely holds any true malice. He's polite in an off-putting way that holds little, if any, kindness to it. Politeness is easier because it's a social script that makes the other person more pliable and agreeable. It's pragmatism. After his twin sister Leda died, he threw his life into his work studying magic full-time to avoid the pain of existing. He was Midas' brother in law, but now they're lovers behind closed doors. Thomas is gay and gnc. He has no weapon, but his flower is hydrangea.

Midas Schiller - (he/him) The de facto leader of Potter's Fields due to a power vacuum and a dwindling population. Opal's father. Midas Schiller is fastidious and charismatic. He’s one of very few adult role models in Potter's Field, and thus a lot of children look to him for guidance. He genuinely believes he is a force for good in the town and is the only thing keeping it from falling to ruin. He’s terrified of what might happen if he’s no longer there to keep things going, and the safety of his flock. Naturally, this means he feels justified to do whatever it takes to his flock, even endangering them, if he thinks it will keep himself in power and therefore ascertain the safety of the whole. Midas believes that he's entitled to the Golden Life that (cis, white) men are supposed to be given and feels cheated that he has not been guaranteed it and thus is taking it into his own hands to build that illusion of comforting paradise. everything in its place. whatever he includes in his sphere must make him happy, must comfort him, must entertain him. anything that does not contribute 2 his identity of Nuclear Family Man Patriarch With A Good Satisfied Life And The Years Ahead Of Him must be trimmed away. He’s obsessed with Thomas Hythloday, due to looking extremely similar to his late wife Leda, and despite being in denial of being attracted to men Midas exploits Thomas’ crush on him and solicits him for sex to keep himself in Thomas’ life. While it wasn't the only reason the relationship deteriorated, Midas attempted to pressure Araceli into having an affair with him. He tried to get her to change careers and stay on dry land. After it was made evident that she could not be controlled, and that he could not guarantee her compliance as a Dancer, he attempted to have her and Jorges killed. Unfortunately, he only got the one, and made a lifelong enemy out of the other. His weapon is fire, and his flower is poppy.

Here are more individual posts of my spidersona!

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The composition and cowboy themed comic panel from Saddle Justice brought inspiration to my Spider-sona! (I also really wanted to draw myself as a cowgirl spider woman)

The spider is the desert recluse

Some doodles from a few days ago

I just think it's all neat :3 sorry also the IDs aren't descriptive, my anxiety is sooo bad today 😭

Howdy! 🐻

I'm 27 {she/them} looking for a long term RP-buddy on Discord over the age of 21, preferably even closer to my age though.

First about my writing style; I usually write in third person and perfect/past tense, and I write 1-3 paragraphs per response. I can change these though, and I don't require you to write the same way I do.

I can write tops, doms, switches, subs and bottoms, and I would greatly appreciate it if you did, too, but it's not a hard requirement! What I do require, however, is a cc × cc ship. I'm currently not interested in oc plots.

I'm okay with exploring a lot of themes, including true 🕊 such as non-con, incest and gore. 🍪 is okay, too, but it's not required.

I'm also quite kink friendly, however I'm personally not into diapers/scat/vom or sissyfication.

On the lighter side of things I like omegaverse (or a/b/o) and as well as all sorts of other AUs, from genderbend to modern or cowboy or mermaid AUs. Honestly I'm willing to try just about any AU or crossover you can come up with.

I would would like to write M×M or F×F (I can do a few select F×M ships too though) from fandoms such as:

Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse

Marvel Cinematic Universe

South Park

Stranger Things

Supernatural (I haven't caught up past s10 though)

Right now I'm absolutely thirsting to write Hobie Brown, Miguel O'Hara or Billy Hargrove.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

OC Introduction

Tagged by @silurisanguine from the Coemancer Crew - thank you!

Introducing: Kanan McCarthy

Fandom: Starfield

Role: Spacefarer, Captain

Basics

Full Name: Kanan McCarthy

Nicknames: Cowpoke, Kane (really only ever referred to as such by their twin sister)

Pronouns: They/them, not strict on pronouns though.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation and Titles: Freestar Militia Infantry (formerly), Shaw Gang Outlaw (formerly), Argos Extractors Miner (formerly), Smuggler and general criminal (currently), Constellation Member (currently)

Birthday and Age: At the beginning of the game (May 7th, 2330) Kanan is 37. They turn 38 shortly after. They were born on May 27th, 2292 in Akila City.

Physical Description: Kanan stands at exactly six feet tall (about 183 cm). They are physically active and as such have a sort of athletic build.

Clothing Style: Kanan wears masculine leaning clothing and mostly sticks to more "wild west" themed apparel. They are often seen in their signature red poncho and cowboy hat.

Background

As I don't want to spoil things, I'll keep this vague. Kanan was born and raised on Akila in Freestar space. Them and their family lived on the McCarthy Homestead just outside Akila City walls.

Kanan took part in the Colony War at a young age, having gotten caught up in the war propaganda. As such, they lied about their age in order to fight for the Freestar Collective. The Colony War took a huge toll on both Kanan and the McCarthy family as a whole.

Kanan went to college after the war and earned a bachelor's degree in engineering, having majored in engineering and minored in astronomy. They fell into a life of crime afterward, having joined the Shaw Gang for some time and then branching out on their own.

As seen in my fic titled The Man in Red, Kanan joined Argos Extractors about a year before the story of Starfield after encountering an odd bounty hunter in the Red Mile who wanted them alive.

They joined Constellation after encountering the Artifact on Vectera, and their story is currently being written in my fic titled Event Horizon.

Combat and Skills

Preferred fighting style: Kanan prefers mid to close range combat with guns, though they are not against getting very close and engaging in close quarters combat with melee weapons or hand-to-hand.

Favorite Weapon(s): Kanan carries a modified razorback revolver named "Penumbra." Kanan also carries around and prefers shotguns, but also keeps a sniper rifle handy as well as small blades.

Special Skills: Like any wild west gunslinger, Kanan is highly skilled at using pistols. They also use Starborn abilities (although they are not Starborn themself). Kanan is charismatic and knows just the right buttons to push when it comes to enemies, but also which words to choose when trying to de-escalate a situation. As they went to college for engineering, Kanan is well versed in various means of engineering, which includes spaceship building and design, outpost construction, weapon handling and management, and spacesuit technology. They are an excellent pilot as well, capable of coming out on top in even the most dangerous dogfights.

Relationships

Family: Kanan's father is James McCarthy, a former Freestar Ranger and former member of the First Cavalry mech division. Their mother is Charlotte McCarthy, a scientist and astronomer. They had an older brother named Owen who was also apart of the First Cavalry mech division during the Colony War. He was killed in the later years of the Battle of Niira. Lastly, Kanan is a twin; their twin sister is named Senya, a ronin by trade who currently lives with and takes care of their father at the McCarthy Homestead.

Kanan would later consider Constellation as their own "found family."

Love interest: Sarah Morgan. Before Sarah, Kanan rarely ever had any serious relationships out of fear of commitment. Instead, they often wandered from lover to lover and held many "friends with benefits" type relationships. One night stands are not uncommon for Kanan, though their more promiscuous behavior settles down once they end up in a serious relationship with Sarah.

Best Friend(s): Kanan is very close with all the members of Constellation, but finds a close friendship in both Andreja and Matteo.

Personality

Positive traits: Passionate, caring, ambitious, loyal

Negative traits: Stubborn, tends to isolate, reckless, greedy

Likes: Nature, animals, astronomy, books, Old Earth relics, exploration

Dislikes: Most governments and politicians, corruption, spacers, high-horse attitudes, cops, Neon

Fears: Being lonely forever, losing their family (both found and blood family), losing those they care about, another war

Guilty Pleasure(s): Smutty novels, Old Earth spaghetti western movies, whiskey

Hobbies: Playing guitar, exploring, reading, collecting Old Earth trinkets and relics, listening to music, cleaning weapons and armor, building spaceships, and somehow managing to herd ashta.