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honey-minded-hivemind · 3 months

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For Villain!Reader, I was imagining for their power/mutation/s to be something linked with mind control, pheromones, and possible some stingers or venom, like a bee or wasp or hornet. (They definitely have bee-like powers, and a mutation, but they don't have much proof at first to what their powers are based on). They never wanted powers, let alone the type they ended up having. They're unsure if anyone ever likes them for them, if any person around them will hurt them or abuse them, and fear they'll be used again by those who would hold power over them or blackmail them into doing their dirty work.

(WARNING: Mentions of self-harm, self-harm ideation, and abuse. Viewer discretion is advised...)

They thought they were insane, the first time they used their power, to protect themself from a thief or petty villain or abusive adult, only to find out they could see into that person's mind... Reader would spend the next several years defending thenself as they were used as a pawn by an older villain (an oc) who forced them into making minions, lest they kill another one of their family members. Reader hates their powers, but hates them even more. They've tried everything to rid themself of it, ripping stingers from their nail beds, bashing their head into walls, severing any connections in their mind to who they infected, no matter the pain or terror it caused them...

One day, though, heroes, maybe even other villains, show up, and go to take down their abusive boss... Reader watches from the shadows, doing their best to disengage traps and hunting down anyone who had darts full of their venom, or tests on their pheromones... The heroes do their best to stop this new and dangerous villain, but... lt seems no matter what they do, it doesn't faze their foe in the least. No matter what they throw at them, no matter their scheme or plan, it does nothing to stop this wicked villain... Until Reader comes up from behind them, a small shadow. Their powerful foe grins, saying how their most perfect minion has arrived-

Only to be scratched by sharp, gleaming stingers, dribbling bright venom into their bloodstream. They hiss, soon going into a violent meltdown, screaming at the top of their lungs. The heroes aren't sure what's going on, neither are the villains, but the moment they realize Reader's power had been used (they weren't aware what it was), they keep their distance, watching warily as their ultimate enemies screeches plans of vengeance and death. Reader escapes in the chaos, running as fast as they can so as not to be caught if someone followed them. The fires they set in the labs had grown, spreading soon to the halls, and the building was filling with smoke and ashes. They manage to find an exit, and prop it open, opening a few more around the building before they flee, escaping into the night.

The next few years they spend trying to rebuild their life, learning how to sever any mental connections (they can always hear the wails on the other end-), creating art and finding odd knick-knacks and old items to sell, getting a small job in a little coffee shop, where they can help put their OCD and hobbies to good use. It seems good, if only for awhile. It took them YEARS to finally shove out the voices, to take control, to try to free any caught up in what they did. The time doesn't lessen the pain of what happened to them, the loss of family, of friends, the self-mutilation done by their own hand, the hours spent crying alone, sleepless nights and endless days of trying to find a job, books, anything to give them something to start anew, to get a better life...

And all of that comes crashing down when they find out heroes are looking for their old alias.

Reader does their best to stay calm, working through trying to keep their head down and covering any hidden strings and threads that could lead to them. But apparently, it seems that that doesn't stop them from being discovered, someway, somehow...

Their confrontation is small, Reader staying tight-lipped in silence as the hero/es and/or villain/s remark that they've heard a lot about them, their exploits, what they did under their old boss... And reveal they know they're a kid. That they figured out what their powers did, from their defeated boss and those infected under them. And that they want to help them.

Reader would be wary, saying that they have no idea what they are talking about, who they've mentioned, and that the old alias they mentioned sounds better off dead. The hero/es/villain/s interrogating them eyes narrow, and they make a statement about keeping in touch. And just like that- they leave, stalking off, leaving Reader to their own devices. Reader is frightened, breaths wild and erratic, and they take the chance to hide, having a breakdown. After all those years, all that time- They were found. And if they weren't careful, they could be dragged back to face comeuppance for their past.

Over the next month, they have various heroes and villains approach, trying to coax them into talking, opening up conversations over their own past, some going as far as to say they aren't so different... They know where Reader is, going to where the coffee cafe they work at is to try whatever drinks and foods they make, making polite compliments on whatever they've tasted, having a delighted look when a coworker points out Reader made what they were trying. Even the thrift stores and antique malls they frequent, having a booth where they sell and trade their findings, even handmade items such as blankets, small plushies, ornaments and magnets, even paintings, they're there, ready to talk and try to catch them on their own. A few ask what they did to make them, others offer tips (words and change), and plenty of the heroes and villains buy some of their creations. (Especially bee-themed objects, as it reminds them of their old alias, whom some actually fought or chased on several occasions).

Reader eventually reaches a breaking point, where they pack up any useful items, all of their money, and whatever necessities they need, and go to leave where they've hidden out... Only to find they're being followed by the same people they were fleeing from. When they catch up, they point out they'd be happy to have Reader with them, that they certainly wouldn't mind a chase like the good ol' days... Reader shrieks and makes a run for the woods. They're scared out of their wits, they're being pursued by people who could have a grudge against them and want to use them, and don't have anywhere to hide. Getting cornered into a fight, they don't want to engage, but... They can't stay, and they sure as h*ck can't be caught.

And the moment their stingers are out, the platonic yan hero/es/villain/s are smiling, saying how they're glad their favorite little bee is getting back into the hang of it. When Reader goes to back out, quickly letting their stingers slide back into their nails, they can see the annoyance of the platonic yandere/s. Who point out they aren't afraid of a little sting, that they can take whatever Reader throws at them, so why not go ahead and let out some stress? When Reader backs away, trying to slip into the shadows, well-

The platonic yandere/s isn't/aren't having any of it.

"Come on, kid... I've tasted it before, and I'm not afraid of it. If anything... it feels pretty good. I've missed hearing you. So why not fix that?"

And that is how Reader learns (guesses correctly) how far their venom and pheromones had gone. It could let others, those stung or who inhaled/were injected hear THEM, as much as Reader heard them, becoming soft for them as they found out how they hated what they did, how they did their best to stop their boss' evil from the inside, how they hurt themself- And it seems plenty of them grew attached through a bond Reader hadn't realized they'd severed from their old foes...

"So, how about it, kid? Let's catch up, hmm?"

Which leads to Reader having to try to escape from a web they didn't even knew they'd weaved...

(Example of what the platonic yanderes went through (those infected or telepathic, anyway:

Reader desperately wants hugs and reassurance, is hurting due to ripping out their stingers again, and has been crying for the last three hours:😭💦💔🖤😫

Infected Platonic Yan Heroes: Kid, please just let us in! We can give you plenty of hugs! We can even throw in heated blankets and cookies! Just PLEASE stop doing this to yourself and let us in!

Infected Platonic Yan Villains: Bee, please open up the (mental) door! We don't want to have to hunt you down to strangle (hug) some sense into you! We can get rid of your boss! THAT would make you happy, right?! H*ll, that crazy *sshole is locked in a special prison only Fury, Wolverine, the Professor, and Iron Man know about! We can break in and break them, yeah?!

Telepaths who can hear all of this, and are unaffected: Oh sweet heavens, get a grip! And child, please, please calm down. We will try to find you (hopefully adopt you and give you therapy), just please take down your walls for only a minute!

Reader, feeling a headache at their mental block: slams it even harder, severing several connections and leaving those severed in pain

Platonic Yanderes (all of them): ... Well, it seems we need to pay our little friend a visit... Someone distract Fury while we go out-

Later

All the infected heroes, villains, and unaffected-but-concerned telepaths seeing each other at the train station:👀

Everyone: Who the F*CK told you about this?!)

Any ideas for Reader's old villain/anti-hero name? Maybe I can hold a poll for it?

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere x reader #Villain!Reader AU #platonic yandere avengers #platonic yandere xmen evolution

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 4 months

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What's at Your OC's core?

tagged by @corvosattano @chloekistune and @kyber-infinitygems to take this little quiz

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acerbic wit

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

*the scream i scrumpt over the brutality into becoming tender because if that isn't Kit's arc idk what is. Violent monster incapable of mercy in American Beasts -> protective mother figure in the New Dawn AU

animal intuition

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

cauterizing rage

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

#tagged #oc: kit cross #oc: rory sinclair #oc: artemis

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inquartata30 · 28 days

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Parallax: Chapter 2

Fandom: Mass Effect

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Politics

Relationship(s): Lexi T’Perro/OC (Thaia Kallistrate), Benezia/Aethyta, Benezia/Aethyta/Shiala

Characters: Lexi T’Perro, Thaia Kallistrate (OC), Aria T’Loak, Matriarch Benezia, Suvi Anwar, Nakmor Drack, Vetra Nyx, Cora Harper, Matriarch Aethyta, Shiala

Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Politics, Alternate Universe, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Original Characters

Summary: 55,000 years ago, the protheans won a Pyrrhic victory over the reapers. From the ashes of the Prothean Republic and the rusting hulks of the reapers, the ancient asari grew into a galaxy-spanning empire. Two people on opposite sides first meet during an abduction that threatens to upend the tenuous armistice between the Asari Empire and the Terminus Systems. Decades later, they face each other again as forced allies and unwitting political pawns when the galaxy’s three major factions collide.

Chapter 2: Sphere of Influence

55 Tevos 437 Forty years later, one of the last things Thaia had ever expected was to see Aria T’Loak and her most trusted lieutenant, Soraya T’Perro, again. On Omega. On friendly terms. With Thaia being assigned a job by Aria. And Thaia accepting it because she had no choice if she wanted to stay on Omega while waiting for the Omega-4 Relay to be cleared of sabotage from the human terrorist group, Cerberus. All she wanted to do was study it and continue her work with designing and building a prototype relay for the asari, yet here she was, about to be working for Aria T’Loak. “—and I can’t have you idling on my station,” Aria was saying while standing across from Thaia, the large operations table between them. A technical model of Omega’s structure slowly rotated above it, two sections near the mine highlighted, and a third highlighted section at the opposite end. “You’ll be pulling some guard duty.” Please not any of the clubs. Aria signaled to Soraya, who lifted a bag from the floor and set it on the table in front of Thaia. Then she unzipped it, revealing a full kit of low-profile body armor, clothing manufactured from ballistic cloth, and other sundries commandos on personal bodyguard details often used. “I had my people pick up your weapons. Your pistol is in the bag. Your other weapons and belongings are currently being moved to more secure and far better lodgings,” Soraya said, and then studied her for a moment. “Bit of a shithole you were living in.”

Read the rest of Chapter 2 on AO3

#mass effect #fanfiction #lexi t'perro #thaia kallistrate #parallax #kallipyro

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omniblades-and-stars · 5 months

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Left to Ashes

I wrote this about one of my OCs, a krogan woman who suffered greatly on Tuchanka somewhere in the nebulous and murky time-line before the establishment of the all- female clans on Tuchanka.

I have put the entire thing under the cut because the first part jumps right into dealing with grief over infertility and stillbirth, which may be quite triggering for some, though it is not graphic and is brief.

Anyways, I hope you'll still read it, and enjoy the origin of how my wonderful krogan found her name and her pyjak.

Stillborn.

It was a word known by every krogan female. The poisoned blade that killed by what it left behind. The krogan people died away slowly, generation by generation they lost more of themselves to directionless rage, stoked by the losses borne on the shoulders of their women, and to the virus let loose upon them because in their might and anger they were a threat. Genocide by a thousand cuts, by the millions of stillbirths suffered by her mother, her sisters, her aunts and so on for generations and spanning the entire planet, the one thing that united all krogan.

That day, Jurgal Kuresh joined her sisters in carrying that burden. At first, she looked over her clutch, still in the incubation shelter, completely numb. The shaman droned on, words that she didn't hear. She had tended them so carefully, using the knowledge gained by her foremothers. How could she have poured so much of herself out, and not even one of her children born?

The intact shells mocked her with cruelty she could not bear. Her shame laid bare before her, witnessed by the guiding hand of the shaman. Heat rose from her chest, until it was flames licking behind her eyes, and smoke pouring from her nostrils. It burned away the paralysis, and her lungs became the bellows that fed her fury. The words that fell from her mouth were tangled, incomprehensible, her eyes blinded by tears.

She stormed away, leaving a path of destruction in her wake. She was not the first, and she would not be the last to take out her grief on the crumbling architecture of their home.

It would not be her last time to take out her grief in that way.

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“I refuse. I will not suffer this insult, and I will not suffer the indignity of the genophage any longer,” Kuresh crossed her arms over her chest and stood defiant before the leader of Clan Doash. The rich crimson hue of her robes was dulled by the dust from the long journey to Doash territory. Her new home. The home she was given to, as though she were a prized piece of machinery, or an expensive weapon. And not a breathing krogan with family and friends, or a will of her own.

The home she was escorted to because they knew she would not go willingly. It was only by virtue of her “honor guard” being made up of her brothers and cousins that she had not turned to violence. A fight she certainly could not win, but had it been anyone else, she would have taken more than one of them with her to the Void, like an honorable krogan should.

This was not honor. This was disgraceful politicking. And she was nothing more than a pawn.

Doash Baxx stood before her, risen from his great stone throne, he almost faded into the background. His skin and plating were a mottled brown, covered in scars from head to toe. He was enormous, and he was old. A great scar cut deep from the crest of his head down through his right eye, all the way down to his neck. A canyon rent into flesh. His lips curled back in a sneer. “You will do as you’re told, woman.”

Kuresh shook her head back and forth, the ancient coins sewn to her ritual head covering clinked softly together. “I will not. And I defy you to make me, Baxx. You may have the rest of your clan cowed to your whims, but you are old and I am not afraid of you.” He certainly could kill her. Even at his age, he was a hulking brute. But she would not go quietly if he pushed her.

Her own death meant nothing to her.

“Jurgal Henk assured me that you would cooperate,” he growled. Baxx knew that should he harm this female, it would likely end with his own clan turning on him. It would provide a perfect opportunity for one of his sons to have just cause for taking his life, instead of turning to base back-stabbing.

“Then Henk lied to you. Take it up with him. I am no fool, I know I cannot go back. I’ll work, but I am not your broodmare,” Kuresh said and she brooked no argument. She turned her back on the towering clan leader and walked out of the sandy arena that served as his throne room. “I’ll be working on your fucking tomkahs if you need me,” she shouted without turning back, leaving the clan leader boiling with rage and disrespected in front of his own clan.

Removed from her family, and with more than a century of failed clutches had left her bitter and full of white hot anger, and she did not care what they thought of her.

Kuresh removed her ceremonial vestments and set them aflame. Never again, she promised herself.

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Clan Doash was weak. It’s men destroyed and scattered, and it’s women taken for prizes by Clan Jotarok.

Kuresh fought, she spilled krogan blood using guns, blades, her own hands and teeth, but it was not enough to keep her from capture. In her rage she failed to see the krogan coming up from behind her. They grabbed her arms and incapacitated her with some piece of technology she had never seen before. An electric shock tore through her body before she was rendered unconscious.

When she awoke, she was separated from the clan sisters who had been taken with her. Held prisoner in the shell of some building she could not even have guessed at the original purpose of, it was so destroyed. Kuresh rose to her full height, flames licking at her eyes once more, and she bellowed at the guard standing watch over her. He returned her shout with a rumbling laugh.

He did not live to learn to regret mocking her. Kuresh threw her arm out in front of her, violet light fell from her hand and like a wave, it pelted the ground with energy, knocking her guard to the floor. She rushed him, pulled his shotgun free from his hands, and painted the dust with his blood.

A fresco left as evidence of her wrath.

Kuresh made her way out of the compound, and met little resistance along the way. Most of the clan was celebrating noisily and drunkenly further inside. What resistance she met, she returned with the kind of violence and determination that could only be wrought by a woman at the point of her breaking.

With nothing but the clothes on her back and the gun in her hands, Kuresh headed into the wilderness.

She would find her way to one of the larger clans where cargo and transport ships flew supplies in, and aspiring mercenaries out.

Kuresh was leaving.

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Days passed as she journeyed through the rocky desert, heading east. She survived on the nutrients and fluids in her hump, and one day she stumbled upon a varren den. She ate well that night.

The light from Aralakh was brutal and unrelenting, but she persisted.

As she walked, alone, surrounded by great swathes of empty desert, her rage faded back to grief. Her own family traded her away all of those years ago. The clan they gave her to didn’t care about her if she was not extending her suffering by trying and failing to increase their numbers.

If this was what it was going to be like for her for the rest of her very long life, she was not going to put up with it. Because fuck that.

Tuchanka was not her home, it was her prison. Let it burn itself away.

Days turned to weeks as she slowly made her way on foot. Mirages played out before her eyes, shimmering and wavering images of an oasis. Another day, the mirage took the form of a crumbling temple, with sandstone statues standing watch over its great mouth. Scant greenery climbed its walls.

She continued her march, expecting the ruin to disappear as she moved towards it, but it did not. Kuresh approached it carefully, and walked beneath the enormous entryway, still standing strong despite the ravages of time and nuclear war. The interior gave way to an open air temple standing around a solitary pond, small, but supporting rarely seen greenery and a small colony of pyjaks.

After removing her boots, Kuresh sat down with her feet sunk into the silt beneath the water. She draped her arms over her knees. With her defenses down, and within those sacred and forgotten walls, Kuresh allowed herself to weep. Not the raging, heated rush of tears, but the kind of quiet sobs that rocked her whole body. She mourned for everything she’d ever lost, she mourned the people and the planet that had failed her at every turn.

“Let it all burn. I’ll leave it to fall away to ashes,” she muttered quietly to herself once the tears faded to bitter heat burning at the edges of her eyes. There was nothing mighty or worthy left of her home in those tired, bloodshot eyes.

Exhaustion settled heavy and deep in her bones. She didn’t bother fighting off the sleep that fell upon her. Kuresh dropped heavily to the side, toes still dipped into the warm water, and she dreamed of nothing. When she awoke, a small pyjak, a runt if ever she saw one, was curled up next to her head, its tail flicked out occasionally and brushed under her nose.

She sneezed. The little pyjak squeaked and darted away in a panic, and watched her cautiously from a shelter of pond reeds.

“Damn pyjak,” she grumbled and then sat up to put her boots back on and continue her trek. By her estimation, she would arrive at Clan Urdnot’s borders in the next few days. Assuming she didn’t get eaten by a thresher maw on her way there. From there, she could catch a ride off world, and start somewhere fresh.

As she left the shelter, the curious little pyjak followed after her. “I don’t have food,” she warned the pest and continued moving.

After an hour of walking, she looked behind her to see the animal in the distance, following her still. The blighted creature left its colony to follow after her.

If anyone had asked her why, on that day, she stopped walking and allowed it to catch up with her and climb onto her hump, she wouldn’t have had an answer she could articulate.

Trobror, she called it.

Cinder.

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The anger that drove Kuresh from Tuchanka faded into the background as time passed by. She learned how to laugh again. She thrived and lived, and struggled only for the things that she believed in. In those struggles, she found her pride and the things that truly made her a krogan.

Well, that and exploding and setting things on fire. She enjoyed doing those long-standing krogan pastimes a great deal.

Many, many years, and thankfully not as many Cinders later, humanity exploded onto the scene. At first, they were just the boogeymen daring to put up a fight against the might of the turian military, but with the end of the First Contact War, suddenly they were everywhere.

It seemed like a lot of the galactic community was put-off, or downright threatened, by humanity. But Kuresh liked them. They were brassy, tenacious, they decided what they wanted to do, and they just did it. You could put four humans in a room and they’d have twenty conflicting opinions about what kind of breakfast cereal to get. They were often contrarian for contrary’s sake, and she was too.

And the food! The day she discovered that humans competed to breed the spiciest peppers a person could eat without suffering a fatal attack from it, and then they would make sauces from them, Kuresh was sold on humanity. They were like tiny, soft, borderline suicidal krogan.

One day, she was in some shitty bar on Omega. She was ripped on bootleg ryncol joking with some haggard human mercenary when he asked her what her name was.

“Kuresh,” she slurred heavily.

“Crash? That cause you’re so big you knock everything over?”

It took a moment for the confusion to pass, but to her drunken senses, that sounded about right. “You know what? Fuck it, yeah, that’s my name and that’s why!” she shouted uproariously and threw her arms out wide, knocking another patron from her stool, and a glass of liquor off the bar.

Like it was destiny.

Or just a coincidence given meaning by an outrageous number of bottles of ryncol ingested over the night.

Then she learned of a human idiom for failure, “Crash and burn.” It seemed fitting, like a shotgun that was exactly the right size for her hands.

The woman, with a pyjak now named Burn on her shoulder and a shotgun with KRANTT scratched into its side held in her hands, took the scars of failure, her own failures, the failures of her home and people, and carried them with pride and good humor.

She would continue to thrive, whether or not the rest of her people were going to thrive with her.

#mass effect #fanfic #ocs #krogan #daisy screaming into the void #once again a character i came up with to draw as a joke has taken a life of their own #and become so so important to me #left to ashes #Crash and Burn

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fenharel · 4 months

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tagged by @leviiackrman & @faerune to to use these uquizes (WAYDH? + WAYC) for my ocs, thank you!! tagging @rkyloren, @shadowglens, @baldurians, @stephschoices, @solasan, @risingsh0t, @rosymorns, @queennymeria, @thedeadthree, @astarien, @thedeadthree, @alistairs, @avallachs

animal intuition

thriving (for yourself)

You are beautiful, and there is a light in your eyes now. There wasn't, before. You feel light and you hug people tight because you know what loss feels like. You are sunsets and throw-your-head-back-laughs and 2-am-shopping-sprees and looking-over-your-shoulder-for-ghosts-of-the-past, but you are thriving. There are fifteen things you've never checked off your to-do list and never will, but you're determined to find your way to them anyway. You are glowing and it's admirable. You crawled your way from somewhere terrible and now you stand, breathing in the sun. You are admirable, never forget.

cauterizing rage

drowning (for the sake of it)

You are restless ambition and caffeinated nights. You are dancing-in-the-rain and record-player-breaking-down and god-I-knew-this-would-happen. The world made you the cynic and you cursed the world. You stomped in the mud and now you shout at the sky, but fear it not because you are so much stronger. You must persevere, and survive this night. The next and the next. By and by. You are so much stronger than you think you are. You have a purpose to find within yourself, and it doesn't come from the work you're doing now.

behind the mask

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

atoning (for someone else)

You are sweet, sweet sorrow. Parting ways at an intersection, an angel's footsteps walking side by side with your own, the shadows of the past looming, looming. You are apologetic-moon-light and loiter-at-the-back-of-the-classroom and stilted-silence and rich-with-life. You are stepping-on-eggshells your way through life, be less careful. Be less careful. You make mistakes, you made mistakes, and you will make mistakes, but imagine growing from them without the wish to go back. Stop restricting yourself. Take a breath of the clean air. Stop breathing in your own secondhand smoke.

#lucien lovera #ysabel do'rahel #elowen alenndear #ocs tag #elowens first quiz result reads as her in her durge times and the other one of her after :D nice

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petrichormoon · 6 months

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A quick sketch of two pokemon ocs -- Ash and Astrid! Ash is a master thief, with a large hoard of items she pawns off for money, using her charming nature to sell them for higher than their worth. However, a unconscious strange vulpix shows up at her door one day, and she decides to help the kid find her mother. Astrid doesn't remember much before she showed up at Ash's home, only vague memories of many more Vulpix and Ninetales who look like her. She hopes to find her home, but appreciates Ash's guidance in the meanwhile.

#ash ninetales #astrid vulpix #my ocs #my art #my sketches #pokemon

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for-the-sake-of-color · 8 months

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For Mary ann and Jet: 1, 2, 7, 8, 9, and 10

TYSM!!!!! This is for the Edgy/misc OC ask meme [HERE]

Full answers under the Cut

1) What would your oc rather just forget?

Mary Ann: She would probably like to forget the day she realized her and her father were just pawns in her mothers manipulative schemes, and that she would never be able to love herself and carry on fulfilling the expectations of either one of them.

Jet: Would probably like to forget the bits he actually can remember, of the first three days of the first battle of geonosis. Specifically the crater he woke up in dazed and badly wounded, surrounded by what was left of those he considered family, holding the last of them in his arms as they took their last breaths, leaving Jet one of the only survivors of their whole company.

2) What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

Mary Ann: She's a gurlanin shapeshifter who's natural form is a closer to that of a canine marsupial

Jet: Is actually three+ weeks younger than than Kix and is one of the youngest of his own squad despite being their leader.

7) What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Mary Ann: She was supposed to be even less of a one-off character than Jet is, given she was only originally ever mentioned in passing by a character (jet) who themselves was only a plot device for a single chapter. The second i decided to give her a backstory though, the idea of her being a gurlanin just jumped right out at me and everything else came together from there

Jet: Was only supposed to be a one-off character at a bar (79s) who had briefly gotten some dating advice from my sith OC Nihlus and was reporting back as successful in using that advice. And then I went back to write what led up to that initial conversation and grew to like him SO much that he's technically now the co-lead of the story alongside Nihlus (excluding kix as the siths s/o) and is vitally important to making this story work

8) Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Mary Ann: Yes Absolutely. She's a shapeshifter than can fully dissapear from not just sensors but the force as well. The full range of a gurlanins ability means she can do pretty much whatever she wants whenever she wants as whomever she wants

Jet: Yea, but not because of him. The rest of his chosen family are all far too good as committing and covering up murders that he couldnt turn himself in even if he wanted to cause there just wouldnt be anymore evidence against him by the time he made it down to the holding cell

9) Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

Mary Ann: Her character playlist isn't bulky compared to some of my others but I do like It's Time by Imagine Dragons

It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger But then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand That I'm never changing who I am? This road never looked so lonely This house doesn't burn down slowly To ashes, to ashes

It's related to her leaving her homeworld at 70 to get away from her family and all the expectations to settle down and bear children when she wanted to build an actual life for herself where she's free to live as she wishes

Jet: He actually (go figure) has one of my more fleshed out character playlists, the one which I associate with him most being Chalk Outline by Three Days Grace

You left me here like a chalk outline On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away Wash away You keep coming back to the scene of the crime But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway All you left behind Is a chalk outline All you left behind Is a chalk outline

Which is of course related to his deep trauma as a result of losing his batchmates in the hundreds, being one of the first units sent to geonisis, and as a result, how he holds no strong loyalties to the republic which he was raised to venerate and uphold.

10) What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

Mary Ann and Jet: oh you have NOOOOO idea how deep I constantly am in the Star Trek AU for Crisis Company where Jet is a Captain of the Intrepid Class ship Venture and Mary Ann is a (post-dominion war) changling, offically the ship Bartender and unofficially the ship counselor. I have soooo much to say about this st au like ALLL the time. Here's (rogue) Captain Jet and his Ship's Main Computer and Tactical War Hologram Nihlus [more here]

#star wars #oc ask game #jet tag #mary ann tag #nihlus tag #star trek

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drrealityslenderverse · 3 months

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How They Met HC part 2/3

Part 1 || Part 3

Mostly trying to stick to some of the main characters

There are some we may not see yet in my AU whether due to being pre-comic and not referenced yet or due to having not met yet, but have a solid meeting point planned in the comic. However a few will be up to how things go during voting options and won't currently be included

#marble hornets #slenderverse #creepypasta #marble hornets au #glitchedverse #alex kralie #hoody #brian thomas #tim wright #jay merrick #slenderverse headcanons #headcanons #marble hornets headcanons #slenderverse oc #oc: ash/pawn #oc: ethan #oc: zac #jessica locke #glitchedverse headcanons

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esteemed-excellency · 7 months

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9, 10, 11, and 12!

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

(from Delirium Tremendous by Felix Hagan & The Family)

Bonus: Ashes by Stellar for Hiram and the Deviless

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

I've never given much thought to AUs for Fallen London, but the Neon Future is very interesting. For Hiram in particular I think a modern setting would work very well. I chose the Time ending from Heart's Desire because the character's main motivation is seeing how things are and how things turn out, and even though all the endings are somewhat tragic, I think immortality in the sense of continuously witnessing change and innovation would work perfectly for Hiram. A modern AU would be cool to explore in general, but the Neon Future adds the fact that London gets obliterated along the way, and the character would get some interesting choices of behaviour about it.

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Hiram's weapon of choice is a good old reliable Ravenglass Knife, it's the oldest weapon he owns. He doesn't need to use it very often (anymore) as he usually relies on his pawns to do the dirty work for him, but when he has to take matters into his own hands the Ravenglass Knife is still as good as new.

In some occasions he finds use for one particular Tune in Three-Fours, but only when the situation calls for it, it's not a weapon to be deployed lightly.

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

He's a soulless hubristic guy with a laudanum addiction, curiosity should be his downfall but fortunately for him in Fallen London curiosity cannot kill the cat in any way that matters. Things need to be A Lot for him to properly experience them, and his standard for A Lot is in fact Too Much for anyone else capable of self-preservation. He always pushes himself a little too far. He needs to experience life to the fullest and stir-crazyness can make him spiral into obsession. He doesn't feel the need to stop and he keeps going even in the most dire circumstances just because he can, even if he always plans to avoid the worst outcomes he sometimes chooses to pursue them just to gain something more.

He also loves partying a little too much.

#insane victorian levels of substance abuse #what's gonna stop him? death? bitch please #oc asks #hiram hargrave

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abysskeeper · 1 year

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I’m using the few open tags I came across to do the OC core quiz, mainly for my own benefit. Because I already did it on my own and got hit with some emotions If you see this and want to do it, feel free to use me as your excuse as I have done with others :)

Trick // Silent Admission: in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

Raz’ra // Cauterizing Rage: the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

Gabrilla // Animal Intuition: loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you’d probably apologize. to your enemies, you’re fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it’s impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don’t let people get the best of that loyalty

#don't mind me #swtor #jedi consular #sith inquisitor #imperial agent #started with me crying over how accurate trick's is #and ended with me cackling over how much of her father's daughter gabi is #anyways these are the three most infecting my mind right now #sometimes things just appear on my dash #stabby cat #angry flame child

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comp-lady · 4 months

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An Empire From The Ashes Of Old, Chapter 21

Fandom: Ghost

Pairing: Copiiia, poly ghouls, the Papas and the ghouls

Characters: Copia, Terzo, The nameless ghouls, various OCs

Notes: Copia is NOT related to Terzo in this. If you have a problem with that ship take it to someone who cares, because I don’t. Your lack of imagination is not my problem.

Summary:

The Emeritus brothers are dead, and Cardinal Copia has been installed as the new front man of Ghost.The Lights, the fans screaming and singing along, the way the tension between himself and ghouls seems to melt away. Every night it’s like he’s stepping from one world to another. One where he is a better version of himself. Confident, likeable, maybe even a little bit sexy. When on stage there is some part of Copia, buried deep and long ignored, that finally feels at home. Like he is no longer alone.But eventually the ritual ends. Final bows are done and he must leave the stage. Re-enter reality. Where nothing is simple and those in power have their own plans for the Ghost Project. To whom Copia is little more than a pawn, to be moved across the board as they see fit. He can be the puppet, or he can take the more difficult path and become the Papa he was meant to be

Read it here on AO3

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#ghost band #copiiia #Filius et Spiritus Non Sancti #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost bc #fanfiction #i made it myself

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sigil-stone · 2 years

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3, 5, 30, 36?

Where was your Dragonborn born? In Skyrim, Tamriel, or someplace else?

he was born in the ash among the velothi, anon dunmer, [gets shot]

he's from vvardenfell, from a group of folks descended from various red year survivors. it's a small camp, and fairly prosperous all things considering!

none of them are dragonborn, but imo, the coolest birthplaces of my ocs are rosecrea (elisnir the merry), the fargraves (tels), and Primordial Goop (aldra/elt-ne)!

Dragonborn’s favorite province and Dragonborn’s least favorite province?

his favorite is elsweyr, he visited once and keeps trying to find excuses to go back! his least favorite is daggerfall. too many moving political pawns, he feels constantly on his guard.

When did it all go wrong for them, if it did?

when he decided that miraak had to die. he craves connection, and as he's grown more and more draconic through the absorption of dragon souls, he begins to loose sight of himself.

he would've done everything in his power to free miraak of herma-mora's influence if he'd only found him sooner. by the time he does hear about it, he's already embroiled in the whole Alduin Situation and considerably less himself.

How do they die?

when khier truly loses himself to madness - which he does, slowly over the course of centuries of near unrivaled power - tels comes to him, late at night as the aging elf is sharpening his blade. together, they go on one last adventure, and tels asks him all the things he wants to see in the world.

they spend a few months gallivanting through through the timeline, causing chaos and a few un-time events in the process. they visited friends who died long ago, checked in on those who still yet lived; then, when khier was ready, tels set the egg and gifted it to khier, telling him it would take him back to the start of it all. that he could go whenever he was ready.

khier, floating lifeless through the void, was eventually taken into anu's being as he screamed his first breath.

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Parallax

Fandom: Mass Effect Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Politics Relationship(s): Lexi T’Perro/OC (Thaia Kallistrate), Benezia/Aethyta, Benezia/Aethyta/Shiala Characters: Lexi T’Perro, Thaia Kallistrate (OC), Aria T’Loak, Matriarch Benezia, Suvi Anwar, Nakmor Drack, Vetra Nyx, Cora Harper, Matriarch Aethyta, Shiala Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Slowburn, Original Characters Summary: 55,000 years ago, the protheans won a Pyrrhic victory over the reapers. From the ashes of the Prothean Republic and the rusting hulks of the reapers, the ancient asari grew into a galaxy-spanning empire. Two people on opposite sides first meet during an abduction that threatens to upend the tenuous armistice between the Asari Empire and the Terminus Systems. Decades later, they face each other again as forced allies and unwitting political pawns when the galaxy’s three major factions collide.

Chapter 1: High Salinity

It was bugging the ever-loving fuck out of her. The dossier Thaia and the rest of her squad had been given indicated that their target, Lexi T’Perro, was a pirate. But Thaia had met a lot of pirates over her centuries of service to the Empire, and Lexi wasn’t anything like any of them. Something was off. And it bugged the fuck out of her. After getting the attention of her squadmates, Thaia gestured toward the smallish cell holding their irate captive. “I’m telling you, she doesn’t look like a pirate.” “Why’s that?” asked Paion, their sniper. She was a Specialist Third Class a couple centuries younger than Thaia, but still had the full set of commando face tattoos like everyone else. Hers were red where Thaia’s were white—the only element of the mandatory tattoos that was theirs to pick. “Pirates don’t usually wear lab coats, for one,” Thaia said. Lexi finally spoke up for the first time since they’d reached the prefab base. “I’m wearing a lab coat because I’m a physician. Tell me, do you each possess one lonely brain cell? Or do you share a single cell between the three of you?” Lovely as Lexi’s voice was, the things she said hurt more than getting fucking shot. “Also,” Thaia said, “pirates usually eviscerate people with sharp knives, not sharp words.” “I’m good with a scalpel. Would you care for a demonstration?” Lexi asked.

Read the rest of Chapter 1 on AO3

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This started with an “enemies to lovers” prompt from@skyllianhamster for Thaia and Lexi. Right after came a ton of brainstorming for a situation that would have these two start as Actual Enemies, which is how this AU was born. Initially, it was supposed to be more Mirror Universe like, but I discovered that the constant dark anxiety of getting backstabbed (often literally) that is the atmosphere of a mirror universe was too much for me to handle. Trust doesn’t really exist there, and I wanted an alternate universe where there could be trust and love that wasn’t practically guaranteed to be duplicitous. Well, once the work’s put in on both sides. So the asari are an Evil Empire, but we aren’t talking something like Star Trek’s Mirror Universe. More like adjacent to it. Some characters are still fundamentally themselves despite changes of circumstance or at first glance (and second or third, in some cases) appearing different from how we know them in whatever canons they exist. Others are absolutely the complete opposite of who they would be in other stories. Matriarch Benezia, Liara, and Skyham’s OC Fejla Na’vis in particular. As in, canon Fejla would burst into tears if she stepped on a bug, which, well. Not at all so much here. This fic was also supposed to be a one shot and so I’d started it on a writing app on my phone. Even though it grew beyond a one shot, its first draft was still exclusively written on my phone, writing time on my laptop being reserved for my main fic.

Anyway, on re-reading it, I figured it’s time to share.

Benezia, Aethya, and Shiala draw from the Trinity (@dr-jekyl and @theivorytowercrumbles) versions of themselves—and then deviate toward mirror universe-type tendencies. Musahir Ordaca and Farizah T’Soni belong to @theivorytowercrumbles, Fejla Na’vis and Nefraellynx T’Sein to@skyllianhamster. While Fejla is the opposite of herself, Nef is more “like she always is, except now she’s trustworthy.” In another AU, Nef once sold an unwitting Thaia a ship she’d stolen from the leader of the Blood Pack—without informing Thaia of the shuttle’s original owner—so this was quite the change.

#mass effect #fanfiction #lexi t'perro #asari #alternate universe #parallax #thaia kallistrate #kallipyro

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thetimelordbatgirl · 2 years

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This aesthetic is for a second alternate based on OCs by me and my friend, @disneyfan50 , that is inspired by the 2019 movie, Shazam.

Plot Summary: “After being abandoned at a fair as a child, fourteen year old Reese Ash keeps trying to find her mother, running away from various foster homes in the process, with the most recent including locking cops in a pawn store and using their car to try and find her mother....only for it to be a dead end, and another rejected foster family. But despite insisting she can take care of herself, Reese finds herself being fostered by the Hawkins family next and just when she thinks she has to deal with another fake family until she eventually runs away from this one too, she finds herself being chosen by a wizard to wield powers that can turn her into a superhero...but can also lead to trouble when a villain starts to come after her for them.”

Characters under read more.

*Reese Ash, a fourteen year old foster kid who has been looking for her mother ever since her mother abandoned her a fair, fourteen year old Reese is pretty sure her latest foster family will be the same as the rest, but her life changes when she’s chosen as the ancient wizard, Shazam’s champion and upon saying his name, becomes an adult superhero.

*Nova Hawkins, Jim’s fifteen year old sister, Nova is a huge superhero fan who due to a past incident involving her father, requires a crutch for her leg and despite being initially sarcastic with Reese in first meeting, does end up befriending Reese and when Reese becomes a superhero, Nova keeps her secret and acts as a mentor of sorts when it comes to the superhero stuff.

* Atticus Klaus, a man who when he was around Reese’s age, was almost chosen by Shazam, but due to being tempted by the Sins, was rejected and in present, has dedicated himself to finding the rock of eternity and when he finally does, he allies himself with Sins but when Shazam chooses a champion, Atticus sets to find her and steal her powers before she learns how to use them.

*Shazam, an ancient wizard who has spent centuries searching for a champion who is pure of heart so that he can pass his powers onto them and eventually finds one in the form of Reese.

*Dahlia ‘Lia’ Hawkins, Lia is Jim and Ayesha's only biological child, and she looks after her younger foster siblings with great care.

*Polly Lockwinn, The youngest of her foster siblings and the most hyper-active by far, Polly is sweet but spunky, and not to be underestimated.

*Prentiss Bayard, One of the more responsible foster siblings, as well as fiercely protective.

*Ocknee Nantamily, Another foster child of Jim and Ayesha's who enjoys video games.

*James ‘Jim’ Hawkins, Jim Hawkins is the father of the family. He has a penchant for trouble himself, but doesn't want his sister, daughter, and foster kids in any danger.

*Ayesha Hawkins, Ayesha is Jim's wife, and looks after their unconventional family with great love and care.

#untitled second shazam au #alternate universes #megan's fanfiction #dani's fanfiction #ocs #megan's aesthetics

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