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At The Bar - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: At The Bar

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Partygoers (Mentioned), Brody (Mentioned), and Franklin Boyd (OC) (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 1,904

Warnings: Reader wears a dress, Reader's hair is long enough to be put up, Reader wears heels, parties, bar mentioned, alcohol, slight suggestiveness, Franklin the misogynist, nervousness, anxiety, teasing, taunting, yelling, fighting, assault, unwanted attention/flirting, name-calling (nothing bad but unwanted as mentioned previously), slight angst, and fluff

You smoothed down the red wine velvet dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You turned your head side to side as you admired your hair. You did your best by putting it up in a low bun, the stray hairs framing your face. You smiled at your appearance in the mirror. The dress you had chosen showed off all of your curves nicely. It had half-batwing sleeves, flowing at the middle of your upper arm. The neckline was low, but not too low, the fabric crossing over on itself so it didn’t show anything scandalous. The skirt of the dress cut off right at your calves, leaving the rest of your legs bare. Along with your stockings, you had on your black ankle strap heels.

You looked amazing, beyond amazing even. Your outfit could easily fit you well into any high society event that you could ever dream of attending. If anything, you were dressed to impress. You just hoped that tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights where you would have to sit through a boring dinner or a small talk about politics. You were only going to an event at the museum Indiana worked with. You didn't really care for parties, but this event was important to him. And you were happy to help. Even though you didn’t want to attend.

Flinching in surprise as a pair of arms wrapped around you, you smiled looking up and back into the mirror to see Indiana standing behind you. His chest pressed firmly against yours as he peered at you through the mirror. “Looking good.” He whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe. A shiver ran down your spine, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “So beautiful.” He kissed your cheek before moving away from you. “Ready?” He asked you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he led you out of the room.

You let out a small sigh, smiling up at him, “As I’ll ever be.”

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The large conference room was decorated with white marble table tops, gold vases filled with pink rose petals, and tall glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The long banquet hall that stretched out the length of the building was decorated with red silk and gold accents. The tables and chairs set out around the room were polished silver and had red satin cushions on them.You figured they only used them for special events. You stood next to Indiana, admiring the decorations as more people arrived. Some of the older women gave you little smiles of recognition while others ignored you completely. That was just how some of them were. You felt a bit of nervousness seep into you, as you knew how these types of events could make you feel. You never had been a big fan of large parties or any type of social gathering. Not only because they didn't interest you in any way, but because they scared you. The fear of being judged and ridiculed by everyone else always came along with them.

Indiana's hand around your waist tightened a tad, gaining your attention. You looked up at him as he gave you a small smile and gestured to the dance floor with a nod of his head. "Want to dance?" He asked, letting go of your waist and extending his hand towards you.

You nodded shyly and took his hand gently. "Sure." You replied as you laced your fingers between his. "Just one dance. You know how terrible I am at the Waltz." You joked as he led you to the dance floor.

He chuckled quietly as you began dancing to the slow music of the jazz band. "Oh, believe me, I know." He teased as he pulled you closer into his body. "That's why I suggested we take classes together."

You shook your head quickly as you stared into his eyes. "To stop me from embarrassing you?" You mused as Indiana simply shook his head.

He glanced around the room, if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he looked nervous, "No, I do that to myself already." He teased, before continuing, "I just thought it would be a nice activity to do with each other. You know, spend more time together." He shrugged slightly, looking back down at you. "Minus all our adventures."

You hummed, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to Indiana's lips, "That does sound tempting." You continued to dance, "I'll think about it."

Indiana grinned, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead, "That's my girl." He enthused before twirling you out and back into his arm, making you laugh.

As the music ended, the small dancing crowd turned to the band to applaud before Indiana led you to the bar. You lent against it as Indiana glanced around the room, finding Brody waving him over. Indiana turned back to you, "I'm going to speak with Brody. Buy yourself a drink, I'll be right back." He said, his hands brushing your waist as he left you at the bar. You watched him go, taking in how amazing he looked in that suit of his.

You couldn’t help but stare. You felt your cheeks flush when he turned back around, smirking and winking at you before he disappeared into the crowd again. Sighing dreamily, you turned to the bar, waved the bartender down, and ordered yourself a drink. As you waited, you felt a presence beside you, side-glancing you found a man beside you, flagging the bartender down before he turned to you. You tapped your foot anxiously, praying that the man wouldn't talk to you and would just mind his own business and leave you be.

"Hello..."

You inwardly sighed, you spoke too late. Deciding to be civil, you glanced at the man with a smile before turning back to the bar. Maybe he’d get the hint.

"Hello, I'm Franklin. Franklin Boyd." He introduced himself, offering his hand to you.

You turned, mentally curing to yourself. This Franklin character was tall, but not as tall as Indiana. He had dark black hair, but not the brown hair you admired on Indiana. And Franklin had blue eyes, not the sweet chocolatey brown as Indiana's. He seemed nice, but even if you weren’t dating Indiana, you wouldn’t have been interested. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You went to shake his hand only for this… Franklin to take your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles; surprising you.

"Wonderful name, very fitting for you. So, can I buy you a drink?" He offered you another smile.

Your stomach swirled with nerves, unsure of what to say. "Uh, heh… No, sorry. I already have one." You spoke, just in time for your drink to be placed in front of you.

"How about I buy you a second drink, darling." He asked, leaning his side against the bar, giving you a once-over as he smirked.

You mentally cringed, almost feeling queasy, "No, thank you." You politely declined, grabbing the small glass of your liquor of choice, and taking a sip.

Franklin's smirk turned into a frown, his blue eyes glinting with annoyance. He leaned forward, placing a hand on the counter between the two of you. "Look, I don't like it when girls refuse my advances. They shouldn't be allowed to." He told you, anger leaking into his voice.

You rolled your eyes. Great, he was one of those. You placed your drink down, turning to the man, "Listen, I don't know what your issue is, but I'm not interested. If you want to get with someone then you need to work past whatever it is you're trying to do here. Chivalry isn't dead, so work on yours." You finished, turning back to the bar.

"Hey! Don't turn your back on me!" Franklin called after you, grabbing onto your wrist tightly. Turning you around. You tried to pull your hand away from his grip, but he refused to let go. "How dare you speak to me like that! Do you think that I won't make you regret it if you continue to disrespect me? Now listen here-"

You watched as Indiana placed a hand on Franklin's shoulder, squeezing tightly in a warning. You had totally missed when he walked over, you mind racing, heart fiercely beating, and you had only what you would call tunnel-vision. Indiana's eyes were dark, his features hard as he glared at Franklin. You had never seen him like that. "Let her go." He growled, voice deep and menacing.

Franklin scoffed, "Like hell I will. She disrespected me!"

You watched as Indiana's knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the man. "And you're disrespecting not only me but my wife. So, if you want to keep your job, Mr. Boyd. I would advise you to let go of her before I report you to the head of the council." Indiana threatened as you watched Franklin's face grow pale.

As fast as lightning, Franklin dropped your wrist, before speed-walking away. You sighed, taking your wrist in your hand, and rubbing it gently. Indiana sighed, stepping closer to you. He gently raised his hands, taking your wrist in his as he examined it. His gaze moved from your wrist to your eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked, his tone soft and caring.

You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief, "You called me your wife.”

Indiana paused, eyes widening slightly, “Uh… I did?” He asked and you nodded. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. “Uh, I’m sorry about that. Must’ve slipped out.” His cheeks reddened slightly.

“No, it’s alright, Indy.” You spoke, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now. “It was… Sweet.” Indiana nodded, before you spoke again, answering his question. “I’m alright, by the way.”

Indiana pursed his lips, glaring at the ground. "He should've never laid his hands on you," Indiana spoke, voice deep but the tone still soft. "If he did anything els-"

"But he didn't." You interrupted him, maneuvering your hands to intertwine your fingers with his, making him look up, "If he had, I would've kicked him right where the sun don’t shine." You smirked, giving him a wink.

Indiana smiled, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. "Well, I suppose that would have made things quite interesting." He said with a chuckle, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes and sighed contently at the feeling of his warm lips pressed against yours. His arms came around your waist pulling you into his embrace, as his free hand moved behind your back bringing your body flush against his own as the other stayed on your waist. Pulling back, you let out another happy sigh, looking up at Indiana with a shy smile.

"How about," Indiana began, licking his lips, "How about we go home? I've already spoken with Brody. No other real reason to stay here." He explained with a smirk, leading you away from the bar.

You laughed, nodding. "Yes please, Indiana." You said as you both started heading out of the party. "I'd like nothing better than to go home and cuddle with you."

"Good." Was all he responded, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

You giggled as you wrapped your hand tighter around his.

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babstheyaga · 10 months

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Fear Me Or Die: Chapter Seven: The Barrier Between Us, Day 2

Pairing(s) for chapter: Oc&Reader, Jazz&Reader, BumbleBee&Reader

Previous Ch. - Next Ch.

Word count for chapter: 5.8k

Rating for chapter: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Violence, blood&gore, curse words

A/n: (from Ao3):😎 Dammmnnnn Sammy, back at it again with the next chapters! (I do be back though)

I'm a happy happy grill (I roast hotdogs and burgers) with this chapter!! My gf is never going to stop bothering me about the next chapter for this, (She's really curious about Arcee and the Alexanders, hey remember them? You willllllllll 😚) I'm excited to do chapter eight, oh boy oh boy, I'm a happy grill(cheese) for this one. The only problem is I'm going to be needed to brainstorm a little for the next upcoming chapters. But the SORROW of having to talk about it with my gf when it's oh so fun to make her wonder what will happen in the next ones WAHHH!!!! Lol it'll be fun. I'll probably do some reading around different stories to possibly get some good ideas... I'm thinking of maybe going along the lines of stuff with Jazz, which, literally as I'm writing this, reminds me of a idea I had a while ago 😈

Love y'all! Happy hunting! (For small innocent women in the woods!)

“Drown him in the lake where they found him.” Optimus' voice boomed in my ears, repeating the words over and over so fast I couldn't see properly. But then I saw that they picked up Derek and began to drag him out the front door.

My heart was in my ears again, my breathing frantic and when he got out of my sight, I screamed.

“BUMBLEBEE LET ME GO!” My face was still plastered to the floor, my scream making my ears ring, but it seemed to do the trick. Optimus put a hand up, telling them to stop taking him away. He leaned over, looking at me without taking his foot off my back.

“Say that again?” He dared, I froze, but forced myself out of it.

“BumbleBee... Let me go...” I said back, out of breath. Optimus stood still for a second, but when he moved his foot off my back, he pulled me up by my shirt, grabbed my collar, and slammed me onto the side of the fridge. My feet dangled in the air, gripping his hands as he held me there by my shirt.

“You have 1 minute to explain yourself or he will die an excruciating death.” He threatened, and I felt my eyes widen. “Times ticking.” He dared, I rushed to answer.

“B-BumbleBee found me by the lake after Arcee went back to the cabin. I told him he wouldn't be in trouble if I ran away and that I wouldn't be in his hair-hair anymore. So-So he let me go.” I stammered out. Optimus' glowing blue eyes stared down at mine, his glare making my skin curl and stomach turn. He tested me, staring me down with great intensity, I didn't dare say another word, nor dare to move. I was locked in place.

When Optimus made a move, he turned his head towards BumbleBee, and I looked over too. He was petrified. He looked like he just witnessed me murder his family, he was awestruck. I dug his hole for him, and now he's going to die in it.

Optimus threw me to the ground, I had no time to catch myself as I hit the floor. I looked up instantly, kicking myself away and into the kitchen as Optimus walked gradually over to BumbleBee. He stared up at his leader, nothing but pure fear and shock lacing his expression.

“Ratchet.” Optimus demanded, not taking his eyes off the blonde. Ratchet stepped out from behind the dining table. “Tend to BumbleBee's WIFE... And Jones's wounds.” His harsh words made BumbleBee jump, but not wanting to move too much, terrified for his life.

“Yes, sir...” Ratchet grumbled, then rushed over to me, putting a hand under my arm and helping me to stand. He snapped his fingers for CliffJumper to take Derek with him, which CliffJumper was quick to get the hell out of there as he helped drag Derek to the bathroom. Ratchet had a tight grip on my arm, pulling me along side him, and snapped his fingers for me to sit on the side of the bathtub. I sat on the corner, allowing for CliffJumper to sit Derek on the toilet top. CliffJumper walked outside the bathroom, not exiting the doorway though, just staring down the hallway with his arms crossed. I watched him guard the door, while Ratchet opened the cabinet underneath the sink.

I looked over to Derek, his head hung, he was completely drained, weak, and beaten... I couldn't stand to look at him in this state, yet my eyes sat and gawked, I felt awful. I scooched closer to him, my bottom hanging on the edge of the small tub side. Ratchet was rummaging through a first aid kit, giving me time to reach out a shaking, bloodied hand out to Derek. He coughed loudly, bringing his non-dominate hand to cover his mouth as he spit up blood. My brows folded upward, I couldn't believe this happened to us, to him...

He didn't say anything as he stopped coughing, his breathing heaving to catch up, he opened his mouth to breathe properly, and instantly a thick line of spit and blood dripped out. I laid my open palm on his knee, having to stretch my body out to him. When he noticed me, he sluggishly took my hand in his, obviously struggling to grip onto it. I leaned over more, bringing the back of his palm to my lips and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. I could see a hint of a smile on his swollen, busted mouth.

When I looked back up to Ratchet, his ever so prolonged frown and annoyed glare switched over to Derek, who seemed to be his top priority as he came over with a wash cloth. He didn't kneel down, instead was surprisingly soft to grab his chin and move his face up to look up at him. He began to brush off the dirt and drying blood off his fresh wounds. I cringed at the pain lacing his expression, he hissed when he went over his lips, them starting to quiver, though he tried not to show it. He closed his eyes, Ratchet pushed out the dirt from his lashes, motherly-like touch as he rubbed off the blood. He washed off the rag in the sink next to him, not letting go of Derek's face with one hand and washing it with the other. Derek caught my eye from over his nose, my exhausted, depressed hues stared back at his, though my mouth formed into a gentle, understanding smile.

“You look almost-” He coughed, “As bad as me...” Derek sighed, daring to take his eyes off of me and towards the redhead washing him off. “How'd you get so...” His right eye closed when Ratchet went over it. “Messed up anyway? I thought you got away.” Ratchet seemed interested in this question, but I felt comfortable enough to speak in front of Derek.

“I had to hike through the woods,” I started, “BumbleBee pointed me in the direction of the road, though it was tough...” I looked down at my body, the red boxers BumbleBee had given me, plus the white t-shirt, was completely ruined. Blood, sweat and dirt covering my entire body. I needed a shower, desperately.

“I hope you know you're probably gonna get him near to death, kid. It would have been better to just let Jones die.” CliffJumper, across the room, said, his voice angered yet slightly nervous.

“Well, it was either him or BumbleBee, and I'm just fine with that ugly bastard dying.” I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth, and it was too late by time I noticed. I flung my hands to my lips, shutting them by force.

“Watch yourself, kid.” He snapped, taking a step into the room and pointing a annoyed finger at me. I nodded and shunned myself, crumbling into myself and struggling to keep eye contact.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” I apologized, looking down to the ground submissively. I tried to take in a deep breath, putting a faint hand to my heart to calm myself down a little, but it didn't seem to work when Derek mumbled my name.

“You're alright. You're just standing up for yourself.” He comforted, I nodded slowly, but was quick to look away as Ratchet came back to him and started to bandage his face.

I could feel myself grow a little confident at the thought of Derek getting better, the sight of CliffJumper in the doorway with his arms crossed, his glare down the hall, and I suddenly heard a loud thud, a cry leaving a female's voice. Was that Arcee?

“It was a mistake- Optimus...” It was her... She sounded awful. “Wait wait wait, just- wait please!”

SMACK!

CliffJumper moved his hands away from the crossed position, instead putting them on his hips. I put my arms around my stomach, leaning forward to seem less noticeable.

CliffJumper said something directed to me without moving his staring eyes away from the things happening in the living room, “If she makes it out of this alive, you're both in for a beating of a lifetime.” He threatened, I looked to Derek who just rolled his eyes.

“CliffJumper.” Ratchet demanded, he hummed in response. “Optimus is most likely going to be keeping a stern eye on them both, so the likelihood of that happening is slim to none. So stop trying to scare them, and move past this like adults.” The redhead bickered, CliffJumper shook his head in disapproval and looked to him.

“You serious, Doc? This bitch made Prime beat the shit out of-”

“Please do not curse at me in that tone.” His deep voice told the tall male off, and with the way he huffed and rolled his eyes, shutting his mouth and continuing to look out the door, I guessed he had at least a little bit of respect towards the older man.

“Whatever, you know what I mean. She should have just let Jones die...” I wanted so badly to get up and punch his pretty boy face and break his nose, the things he was saying made me infuriated, but like I would stand a chance against him.

“I'm not going to let him die for the likes of BumbleBee...” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low for safety.

“The likes of-” He scoffed as loudly as he was allowed, “If you don't shut your goddamned mouth, missy, then I'll have to shut it for you-”

“CliffJumper!” The forsaken, blood-curtailing, deep voice of Optimus made everyone, even Ratchet jump. CliffJumper's back slammed into the doorway, putting up his hands and shaking his head in apology. Coming rushing into view was the midnight male, his eyes deadly hollow, the glowing blue pupils striking CliffJumper in his heart. I scooched closer to Derek, his attention barely on me as I gripped his knee.

Optimus came to CliffJumper's front, his hands dripping in blood with his leather sleeves pulled to his elbows. CliffJumper didn't dare move.

“I know you were not just THREATENING this young woman?!” He was more then enraged, and it terrified me to think of just what he could do in a mindset like this.

“Oh- That?! N-N-No sir! Well I was just- Pff, I was only pushing her buttons, sir!” CliffJumper's nervous laugh gave away his dishonesty, and Optimus did not seem in the mood to deal with a liar.

“Do you think I want to play your games right now, CliffJumper?” His voice lowered, his hues squinting to test the male, and Cliffjumper bowed his head without taking his eyes off him, slowly shaking his head no.

“I meant nothing by it, sir I promise...” The black and silver haired male said back, trying to seem as small and submissive as possible. I hid behind Ratchet, his jacket around his waist aiding my comfort from shunning myself from the tall dominant man across from us.

Optimus and CliffJumper stood still for a second, the absolute skin crawling scowl on the giant would send anyone cowering, and when he blinked and stood up straight, I gripped Derek's knee so tight, he touched my hand to allow me to relax.

Optimus started with Ratchet's name, “What do you need to patch Jones' body.” He then said my name, “She will need a bath.” It wasn't a suggestion, but an order.

Ratchet blinked to Derek, his clean face struggling to bleed as he put the bandages around his cheeks and forehead.

“If I can get my kit from the truck, then I can have them clean in 45.” Ratchet told back, Optimus looked to CliffJumper and nudged his head down the hallway. He didn't skip a single beat, rushing to get the hell outta dodge and get the kit.

The Autobot leader came into the confined space, coming to Ratchet's side and began to wash his blood ridden hands underneath the already running water. I didn't realize that I had reached my free hand up to the redhead's shirt, slightly tugging it out of nervousness, trying anything to get comfort in the moment.

“Get the water ready for her, she does nothing but cause a ruckus in this state.” Optimus demanded. Ratchet grumbled something under his breath, then leaned over me, reaching to turn on the water to the bathtub, not really paying attention to the temperature. He turned back to Derek. He took in a breath and let it out slowly, flicking his eyes around his face, not seeing it. I could tell he was anxious around his leader, I mean, who wouldn't be? Ratchet was tough, I know he is, I could tell just by being here for a couple of days... But he was scared, probably petrified of this behemoth. Rightfully so, if I had a say in the matter.

I just wanted to go home.

And I silently wondered if he did too.

He was probably the nicest person to me here, he was gentle handed, somewhat kind and understanding. He explained to me the dangers of my blood type, I saw a bit of Derek in him. Derek was my only comfort here, I wondered if Ratchet would soon become another for me. I doubted he would willingly become one, but I knew, I could just sense it that he had a soft spot for people like me. It made me curious to how he got into a situation like this. He seemed understanding of my fear and concern for the future, yet he also didn't seem to care... I hate these thoughts. They scare me. It scared me to think that everyone here was out to kill me.

Ratchet spoke up, “I'm going to take Jones to the truck while she cleans herself off, do you want me to get CliffJumper to watch over her?” He asked, Optimus was quick to reply.

“I've got her for now, get him done and give him to Arcee.” He told, I watched Ratchet nod, taking ahold of the male in front of him and beginning to help him to stand. I could tell he was still in pain, but luckily for him, and unlike me, he had shoes on. His dress shoes scraped and dirty from running in the woods, and when the older man started to help Derek out of the bathroom, our hands detached again. It was like I could feel my soul leave with him each time it happened, I felt horrific without his touch.

Ratchet led Derek out of the bathroom, and when he was out of my sight, I let out a small breath, flinching my eyes towards the titan of a man. He kept his glare out of the room, and when he felt my stare on him, he blinked to me from the corner of his eye.

“Get clean, it's night and you need to be stitched up before bed.” He said, I hiccuped a little on my air and immediately turned from him to the quickly becoming full bathtub. I looked down at my clothing, flicking my eyes to the man across from me... Dammit... I can't believe I have to strip again.

I was hesitant to bring my hands down to the bottoms of my shirt, but the pure frustration and pressure of the moment made me lift it. My breast were exposed, and as I stood, fighting every bit inside of me to not bawl out in pain and keep my balance, I dropped the boxers as well. I brought my legs up and over the sides of the tub, my bare, ruined feet touched the lukewarm water, it was anything but hot, but compared to my freezing, surprisingly not frost bitten body, it felt like heaven. I took my other leg into the liquid, being as slow as possible to not hurt myself further and sat into it. I turned off the faucet and draped my arms into the clear for my body to relax fully.

I was terrified to get the soap, the shower loofah looked dreadful, I wasn't exactly sure how I could get around it. The water in the tub was already turning a faint murky reddish. I needed to get over it, and fast. My pain matters none when it comes to my life, even though I would give anything to just ignore Optimus' orders and just try to run away again... The likelihood of me getting out of here, and everyone around me was making it bluntly known, is slim to none.

I prayed under my breath to the lord almighty that he would make the scrubbing of the loofah durable. I took hold of the cloth and began to put the soap onto it, the instant sting that hit my bloodied hands made my eyes water in pain, but I put my whole effort into getting myself well cleaned.

Every small glance that I would take away from my nude body and towards the leader of the Autobots comforted me as much as it could in a moment like this. He wasn't paying any attention to me, probably because his petrifying grimace at the people down the hall was too intense, he wanted to make sure everything was in order.

It seemed the lord almighty had me in his sights today, first I didn't get pummeled to death, then I saved Derek's life, then I actually got some privacy by myself to take a bath... The prayers under my breath slowly turned into thank yous and at some point just plain gibberish. I couldn't even tell what was coming out of my mouth anymore, it was a mixture of agony from the cleaning, and pleads for this time alone to last longer. I didn't know what I was doing, but it all seemed to morph together, and by time I realized that my body was moving by itself, totally subconscious, like I being controlled by something or someone else, I was done cleaning myself.

The water around me was a deep shade of red, and as I rose up from the tub, I fumbled with myself to catch my attention accordingly. The cool breeze told me a window was open somewhere in the house, with the door open to the bathroom, I could smell the fire lurking in the back of my senses over the strong scent of the male 3-in-1 body wash.

I reached for the pink towel that was still there from yesterday, my hands smudging it with crimson and I wrapped it around my head. I struggled to my fullest to dry my hair, the rubbing on my palms felt like I was ripping off what was left of the skin on them, but by time I was done, the towel now around my body, I stumbled out of the bath and sat patiently onto the toilet top.

My feet on the tiled floor dripped and shook with a chill, I hugged my arms as close to my breast as I could manage, but the need to be wrapped in a blanket, forget this dammed day, rest a peaceful night... I would give anything. I wanted to be home.

“Alright...” I heard Ratchet's voice once again, he came into the room a bit more calm this time, having a bulky red tackle box that seemed to be overused in his hands. He walked to me, sat the box down and kneeled before me. I half expected him to stand like he had with Derek, but when he reached for my leg, I knew he was going to bandage me up properly.

He interrupted my thought pattern. “You don't have any clothes... Do you now...” The redhead looked around the small room, seeing the pair of extremely dirty, mud ridden and blood soaked clothing I had taken off. His eyes landed on Optimus', who's orbs were back to his normal white and blue... Thank god.

Optimus understood his silent demand, and called out to the person in the other room. “BumbleBee.” He said in a stern voice, and like clockwork, the heavy, intense footsteps of the smaller brute came rushing over.

To say he looked calcified would be a understatement.

His right eye was big and swollen, I wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't see out of it at all. His bottom lip was torn down the corner, but it was clean. His nose was a deep purple and maroon, a bloodied rag pressed up to it to prevent it from bleeding further.

I... I didn't know what to think.

I didn't think Optimus would actually beat them, I thought CliffJumper was perhaps just annoyed with me and was trying to make me feel bad... Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what have I gotten myself into.

“Get your wife some clothes.” Optimus ordered. BumbleBee looked into the room, spotting my partially covered body and his worried, frightened brows relaxed. When he looked back over to Optimus, he nodded and went down the hall to what I assumed was his room. I flicked my eyes over to Ratchet, who was already starting to work on bandaging my knees. He didn't want to work on my hands yet, most likely because they were the only thing keeping up the towel around my chest.

Optimus caught my attention by bringing his hands to his back, standing up straight and taking a few steps into the room towards me. I bit my inner lip in silent nervousness and looked up to him, my head wanting to stand still to keep Ratchet's work in sight...

The monstrous, dark male's voice was low as he spoke, “If you run away again, your family will be the one to pay. Not Jones, nor you.” I stood dead still, listening to every word. He looked to the ground in fake thought, scrunching his brows and nodding his head, “I hear you have a boyfriend. Micheal. Nice man.” He knew his name, and that was enough for me, but he kept going.

“I hear he works in hardware at his local Lows. He has a dog named Hook, boxer mastiff mix who is a rescue from the Humane Society. His sister Elizabeth, Lizzy, is a nurse, she loves him dearly. And I do believe your mother, Billie, has a wonderful relationship with your father Richard. Oh! But... Hmm... From what I remember, he was unfaithful when you were 16. His mistress, Melanie threatened to tell your mother, oh but of course you already know this. In fact, I believe you are one of the only people who know this.”

I was ossified.

His expression turned away from all-knowing, instead changing into cold and Grim Reaper-like.

“It would be such a shame if something happened to your family because of your silly little tantrums. Behave yourself well and other lives won't be effected.” He threatened. I wasn't sure what to do. Do I nod? Do I say yes sir? I just sat there, staring up at him with my bottom lip quivering, I couldn't tell what was happening around me anymore, everything felt like a blurry haze, yet every time someone spoke it was like I was struck back to living.

Optimus turned away from Ratchet and I, going to the doorway as BumbleBee approached. “Clothe her then get her a snack, water too.” He directed, “Ratchet, there is no need to rush. We will leave again tomorrow morning.” The older male grumbled in reply, and with that, Optimus left the room and went to the kitchen. BumbleBee's shoulders relaxed, looking down and opening his mouth only by a little to catch his exhausted breath.

He came into the bathroom, sat a new pair of boxers and t-shirt onto the counter-top and pulled the rag away from his nose, hanging his head over the sink and propped his arms up, closing his eyes in pain.

Ratchet looked up from my leg, my right calf and foot now covered and he started on my left.

“Do you need me to look at that after her?” He asked rather softly. I could see the blonde's brows fold in annoyance, a snarl forming on his top lip as he leisurely opened his eyes to look up to the mirror in front of him. His hues flicked around his face, disgust lacing his expression. When he realized he had to answer the redhead, he belatedly blinked over to us.

He signed something simple, his pointer, middle and thumb connecting. Then he shrugged, then he shook his head and started signing a array of things. He pointed to me multiple times, I could tell he was venting about the situation. I was starting to worry again.

“Then you shouldn't have let her go.” Ratchet responded, BumbleBee's signs got faster. I was getting anxious.

“Can... Can you please translate...” I begged, my voice sounded like I smoked five packs a day for 20 years straight...

Ratchet sighed, BumbleBee was instant to reply to me... With the middle finger and a bunch of other things I assumed were insults.

“He's just upset about the situation.” Ratchet explained, but the brute only seemed that much more frustrated with that reply. He flung his hands into the air, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He began to sign again, then when he was done, he gestured a hand to me. I looked to Ratchet for comfort, but he only sighed. BumbleBee gestured more harshly towards me, encouraging the male to translate to me.

“He says he thought he could trust you.” He grumbled something under his breath that sounded like, “Not sure why though...”

BumbleBee crossed his arms but was quick to move out of it when his nose began to bleed again. He pressed the used cloth to his top lip.

I have no idea why, but I felt the need to defend myself... Or more so, go on the offense.

“I'm not your friend, BumbleBee...” I whispered, the bravery struggling to make it's way up my body and out my mouth. Ratchet got done with my legs, now moving to my hands and arms, but not before pulling a yellow t-shirt over my top, and helping me into a pair of blue boxers.

BumbleBee shook his head like a question, asking me what I meant by that. I grew more confident with proper clothes on, but Ratchet still worked on my hands.

“I don't know why you trusted me... I'm not here by my own will, you know...” I answered. He seemed surprised by my wording, raising a brow and signing more things.

“I'm not a messenger pigeon, BumbleBee.” Ratchet barked, turning his attention to the blonde only for a second. That didn't sit well with him, obviously...

He reached for me, grabbing my shirt and yanking me towards him, I stumbled forward, but he picked me up in time before I fell, and threw me over his shoulder.

“BumbleBee! I'm not done with her!” Ratchet yelled out, but he was already taking me out of the room. I looked up and saw the redhead put his hands on his hips, we turned a corner and started to go down the hall, more towards the kitchen but we turned again and went into a room I knew for sure wasn't his.

He threw me off his shoulder and towards the floor, I hit it with a oof!

I blinked up and around the room, which was a light blue and filled to the brim with music CDs and vinyels.

“Bee? What's up bro?” Across the room, in a bean bag chair next to a wooden bed, was Jazz with a walkman in his ears. He took out one earphone and leaned over in his seat to stand up. His glasses were on his eyes again, and he looked down to me.

BumbleBee signed something to him, and he scratched behind his head. “I mean...” I realized he only had on a white tanktop and matching sweatpants, Jesus, he was really skinny... Yet somehow toned...

“Yeah, sure man. Hope O-P doesn't get mad though, hah...” He laughed, putting his hands on his hips.

The blonde turned back to me, beginning to sign, and Jazz immediately started translating without a problem.

“If you think I'm okay with this marriage, then you're dead fucking wrong, kid. I hate you just as much as you hate me. I would have killed you with the rest of those d-bags on your first day here. The only reason I let you go, is because I knew I would get my head handed to me on a platter for kicking your ass for running away. You are the human equivalent of a crushed soda can to me.”

I sat, awestruck, unsure of what to do, but as my words took over, I allowed it to happen.

“At this point I think I hate you more than you hate me, you've-you've- taken a CHUNK out of my shoulder- you've made fun and embarrassed me in front of the leader of the America's biggest terrorist organization- you belittle me- you call me names- you tell me I'm a slut-” I struggled to stand to my feet, but when I succeed, I crossed my arms and stared probably the most unthreatening glare ever mustered.

BumbleBee was quick to bicker back.

“And I will do it again! You're not stuck here with me, I'm stuck here with you! I want nothing to do with you! And trust me cutie, the first given chance to push your sorry ass into oncoming traffic, I will GLADLY take it!”

“Then WHY THE HELL do you keep acting like I'm a prize to be won?! If I mean less than then gum under your shoe then kill me off! I'd probably be happier in hell!” I couldn't believe myself, I was just so full of pent up rage, I didn't believe I was taking it out on HIM!

“You really are a masochist, sweetheart. You want to die so bad then go punch Optimus in the face, DON'T bring me into the mix! … Jesus Bee-”

“YOU'RE stuck here with ME! Which means I will make your life a living HELL HOLE! If you hate me so damn bad then KILL ME ALREADY COWARD!” I was screaming bloody murder at this man, my face a living heater, red to it's fullest and hot tears running down my cheeks, I was infuriated.

“You think I don't want to?! I would have fucking tore your ass to shreds the second you laid eyes on me! But I can't do that right now, now can I?! I got Optimus on my back about you being my goddamn wife! So listen here sweetheart I say what goes, I am the one in charge, Optimus gave me that much. So if you want to try and step out of line, then go right ahead, I'll put your ass in your place so fucking fast you won't be able to say sorry before I knock the color out your eyes.”

“You wouldn't dare!” I laughed, “You're too scared of Optimus to do anything major! You don't have the balls!”

He came marching up to me, and it was then that it hit me the absolute brutality of my words. He grabbed me by my shirt, I wrapped my hands around his, forcing myself to keep my ground, but when he pulled me off of the floor, I lost most, if not all, of my confidence.

His glare on me was god killing, his bruised face didn't stop him from the atrocity in his eyes. I could feel myself dangle, and I blinked down to the floor for only a second to make sure I was seeing it correctly.

“Bee, look bud,” Jazz tried, “I know you and Arcee got a beat down, I ain't tryin' ta catch one, ya' know? So can you-... Like... Take it out my room, maybe? I said what needed to be said, dog.” BumbleBee didn't take his black look off of me, his eye twitched in rage, and when Jazz came over and tapped him on the shoulder, he placed me on the floor, but immediately started dragging me out the room.

My legs begged to give in, and when he barged down the hall, towards his room, he opened the door, grabbed my neck and slammed me into the wall next to the door. He shut it and held me against the wall, my ankles twitched, feeling like pure, unadulterated jello. I gripped his hands with as much strength as I could rally, though he wasn't putting pressure on me.

I blinked up to his hues with terrified eyes, the absolute loathing and repulsion on his face made it known how much he disliked me, I wasn't even sure how to react. I knew I was stuck here with him, but for me to try and stand up for myself with me only being here two days... I was so stupid...

I tried to relax as much as possible, each time I was squirm underneath him, or try to get myself out of his grip, he tightened more, inch by inch.

I breathed in hastily, blinking a few times then breathed out words, “I'm... Sorry.” I apologized, but his expression didn't waver, didn't change a single ounce, just undoubted hatred in his eyes. I took small gasps, the tears coming down in waves, “Please... Let me go...” I pleaded, he stared.

There was a silence that fell over us yet again. I would at some point run out of things to say, I could only beg for my life so many times, especially if they are falling on ears that don't wish to hear it. He couldn't talk, he could only express himself in movement, words I wasn't able to listen to, a language I barely even knew existed until two days ago.

The barrier between us was sorrowful, the exhaustion from what I imagine the both of us feel just by being around each other...

I felt like I was losing my mind trying to decipher and break down each sign he told me, I was eager to learn, I wanted to learn. The finger spelled letters that he said from time to time made me proud of myself for understanding at least something. I shouldn't have acted the way I did in Jazz's room, I didn't mean it. I'm not ready to die. The barrier hasn't been broken yet. I can't die until I'm able to ask him why and finally understand his response.

“I'm sorry. Please...”

The stare down was over, the glares and fighting of the day needed to be done with. I will apologize however many times I need to. I'm done, I can't stand, I can't breathe. Please let this be over.

“Please...”

His strong grip on me never faltered, trembled or shook, he was solid as a rock.

“Please...”

I begged one last time, my voice cracking with each syllable.

And with that last plead, he let me go.

#bumblebee x reader #optimus prime x reader #dark fic #transformers fanfiction #fem reader #transformers x reader #fanfic #bumblebee x you #optimus prime x you #bumblebee x y/n #optimus prime x y/n #x reader #reader insert #humanformers #fanfiction

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1-3, 6, 14, 22-24, 28-30!

hehe thank you chase!! 1. three songs that come up when you put your phone on shuffle Roman - TOOBOE The Man - The Killers Blood Capsules - The Mountain Goats good songs! :] blood capsules is my fav mountain goats song i think and ofc. tooboe <3

2. three last songs you listened to Mass Destruction - Persona 3 OST Desire Drive - 東方神霊廟 ~ Ten Desires OST Squidy Holly - Chirpy Chirps that last one is just buddy holly by weezer but splatoon. i listen to a lot of game osts and related songs jshdfgs 3. three songs you were recently obsessed with Yoyuyoku - inabakumori Necromantic - 暁Records Entrusting This World to Idols ~ Idolatrize World - 東方鬼形獣　～ Wily Beast and Weakest Creature OST They weren't lying that doki doki sure can waku waku. yoyuyoku makes me think of my ocs and idolatrize world is just a really really good final boss theme <3 6. three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they’re terrible) I will be honest if I think a song is So Sucks it's just Gone from my brain forever unless I hear it again </3 Also generally i love it when things Sound Kinda Bad so I can't even say Temporary Secretary or smthn sdjfkgs. I guess taking this more as "songs that were just kinda disappointing" a lot of game osts for remakes of beloved older games r like this for me? they often sound "cleaner" but they really lose some of the Crust and Crunch that made the old osts so good (thinkin abt specifically the P3 remake's version of Mass Destruction and also some of the remastered tracks in the XC1 remake)

14. three songs you want at your wedding Together Forever - Rick Astley Smooth - Neil Cicierega Don't Let's Start - They Might Be Giants these are for goofs but that's the charm of them i think. rick astley jumpscare.

22. three songs you listen to when you’re sad Dramaturgy - Eve Leopard - Jack Stauber Anyone Who's Anyone - Fleet Foxes Kinda surprised it took this long for fleet foxes or jack stauber to show up (I am typing these up massively out of order) but they're both v dear artists/groups to me. fun fact I only found out that fleet foxes were a local band (relative to me) way after I started getting into their music :] their ep is my fav of all their stuff tbh! if i ever got lyrics tattooed on me it would be from anyone who's anyone i think. 23. three songs that never fail to get you pumped up Matoryoshka - Hachi Saudade - Porno Graffitti Blue Monday - New Order sjkdfhs Matoryoshka is here mainly bc it will pop into my head when I'm getting ready for work </3 also the version of blue monday i linked is a weird fuckin remix with what i can only describe as vaugely halloween noises and someone biting into an apple put in? but im obsessed with the synth bass line they added so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

24. three favourite old songs (Tried to go with specifically before 1970 for these <3) Sing Sing Sing - Benny Goodman (originally by Louis Prima) Tainted Love - Gloria Jones Take Five - Dave Brubeck me in a big t shirt that says I LOVE BIG BAND JAZZ <3 I would be remiss if I didn't also mention Count Basie, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington... good stuff! I also inculded the gloria jones version of tainted love bc it rules and most ppl only know the soft cell 80s cover </3 26. three favorite non-English songs Higan (remake) - john Float Play - inabakumori Re:Re: - ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION was almost Whoops All Vocaloid but I wanted the self-cover of higan and also akfg my beloved <3 Also shoutouts to Bad Apple!! my friend bapple... I've been listening to a lot of japanese music recently (and in general) so I'd say my ratio of english to japanese songs is abt 40/60 sdhfgs

28. three best songs to get drunk or high to Michael - Franz Ferdinand Mouth Flash - Hakushi Hasegawa This fffire (New Version) - Franz Ferdinand i think i got really high one night and just listened to a bunch of franz ferdinand so i've got that association in my head sdjfhvs. don't know if I've ever gotten high and listened to hakushi but it would be An Experience i think!! (also had no idea this fffire was in that cyberpunk show huh. maybe make more ppl listen to franz ferdinand outside of Take Me Out skjdfbs)

29. three songs that influenced you most If I Ever Feel Better - Phoenix Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie Crystal Ball - Keane these all mean so much 2 me and were "my" songs during different parts of my life :]

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above) o (__*) - Hakushi Hasegawa 春嵐 - john Black Burning Heart (demo) - Keane PLEASE do check out all of hakushi hasegawa's discography if u like the above song, their stuff is weird and loud and i've been obsessed ever since i first heard it... shun-ran is my pinned post 4 a reason! the song ever. and i'm not super big on most of keane's demos, but black burning heart & again and again are v good <3 Also didn't get a chance to mention these bands/groups but they're very important 2 me so here they are, in no particular order: I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, Depeche Mode, Junko Yagami, Arcade Fire, The Shins, GALNERYUS, Yes, Dog Blood, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, The Cure, The Clash, Charles Mingus, Red Vox, pinocchioP, 煮ル果実, Ado, COOL&CREATE, 魂音泉... and probably more im forgetting <3

#THANK YOU AGAIN CHASE!!!#long post #ask games #matoitech

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For @nokiidot and @kaiyves-backup:

[ask meme]

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Engie: Generally one of the "reliable" ones. Builds all her friends' furniture for them singlehandedly in return for dinner. Will forget to take care of herself, though.

Conductor: Absolutely the heart of things. He's a huge goofball but he always makes sure everyone's needs are met to the best of his ability.

Fireman: Boisterous and loud, but you'll never feel unsafe if she's by your side. She's got your back.

AC: The best listener there is, and arguably gives the best advice. Not the mom friend - a role she refuses - but she's cool with being the mysterious cool aunt.

Brakeman: "Younger sibling" friend. He's about a decade younger than the rest of the crew and they all treat him like a younger brother.

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

Engie: Takes after her dad, especially in the love of steam locomotives department. Engie's younger brother is more like their mom.

Conductor: Has an identical twin brother who is eight minutes older than him. They both played brass instruments in marching band (trombone and trumpet respectively) and love railroading, cooking, and jazz and swing.

Fireman: Tries to blend things from her mom (Bengali) and her dad (Scottish) as well as she can. Definitely gets her personality from her dad, much to her mom's dismay.

AC: Is definitely more like her mother, who is a makeup artist. Her mom taught her how to style herself for personal expression and not for anyone's approval and as a result she picks bright, fun colors.

Brakeman: Idolized his uncle, an arnis instructor, growing up. Needless to say, that shows.

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

Engie: Loves the general smells of steam locomotives and being around them, as well as garlic. On the flip side, cannot walk into a Yankee Candle, Lush, or department store perfume department without getting a headache.

Conductor: Frying onions. His parents run a diner, and he and his brother used to help out there when they were younger. If he smells onions cooking it brings him right back in a good way. Extra points if the onions are chopped up and going in scrambled eggs.

Fireman: Against her better judgment (she has a chemistry degree), she loves chemical smells, like permanent markers, gasoline, and chlorine in pools.

AC: A specific perfume her grandmother used to wear. She has a bottle and uses it for special occasions.

Brakeman: Any dessert. If he smells dessert baking he can barely contain himself until it's ready.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

Engie: Will rubber duck with her locomotive when left alone. It helps her sort out problems and feelings.

Conductor: Tends to do a lot of his thinking in the staff car since he's alone in there a lot, but he has a favorite spot on the Hudson River waterfront that he sits at and looks out over Manhattan from too.

Fireman: She doesn't have anywhere she goes. She just kind of blurts out whatever's on her mind at any given point regardless of where she is. Her mom calls her "tactless" for this, but the truth is that she just has undiagnosed ADHD and lacks a filter.

AC: Actually does most of it via journaling, so she can do her thinking anywhere. She tries to write down as much as she can.

Brakeman: Actually thinks when working out, because running helps him clear his head and sort through things.

🍾: Does your OC believe in luck? If so, do they have any charm or ritual they do before a stressful event?

Engie: Keeps photos of Casey Jones and Joe Duddington in the cab with her and asks Casey to protect her when she's making up lost time.

Conductor: Not much for fate, but he does believe that he's incredibly lucky for being where he is (i.e. working with Engie on the same train). Has kissed Engie for luck before. She went Tomato Mode.

Fireman: Doesn't chance it. Asks Agni for blessings by throwing offerings into the firebox before important runs.

AC: Not superstitious, but isn't going to shame anyone for having them. Generally likes learning about them for writing purposes.

Brakeman: Believes you can increase your luck to a degree but not entirely by putting in the work - if you've practiced and worked hard, some things are more likely to fall in your favor, but not everything. Sometimes you're still just unlucky.

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

Engie: Cannot stand seafood for textural and taste reasons; she even hates the smell of it and will get nauseous.

Conductor: The man knows how to cook, and he'll be verrrry clear if he notices someone isn't doing it safely or correctly. He won't let anyone give you food poisoning if you're eating with him. His twin brother is, after all, a professional chef who went to culinary school.

Fireman: It's masala chai, not a "chai tea."

AC: She feels silly about it, but if a dessert is too cute she can't bring herself to eat it. She doesn't want to ruin the art.

Brakeman: (WILL eat AC's desserts if she doesn't want them) Isn't too keen on fancy food and doesn't understand why people prepare it super formally if it's just going to be eaten. Will inhale things quickly.

#replies #nokiidot #kaiyves #OCs #original characters #21st Century Unlimited #Allegheny Streak

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starlsssankt · 2 years

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ROLEPLAYER.QUESTIONNAIRE

THE.MUN

How long have you been roleplaying?. Ten, fifteen years. I can’t remember when I started, exactly, but it’s been at least a decade.

What platforms have you played on?. LifeJournal, AIM, Skype, Discord, Tumblr, and chatzy, I think it was called? That’s all I can remember, at least.

Do you make other fanworks, or just roleplay?. I used to write fic; it’s been awhile since I’ve written straight fic, but I like making edits and graphics, icons, etc. when the mood strikes.

Do you prefer canon, divergent or au?. Canon is fun, but limiting in some ways. Divergent and AU allows for a lot more "what if" situations to take place.

How many languages do you write in?. I’m an American; all I know is English ;) (I do wish I connected better with the foreign language classes in school, because I’d love to be fluent enough to write in another, though...)

Where you do you get your inspiration?. Anywhere and everywhere, to be honest.

Do you write with music?. Sometimes; if I do, it’s gotta be instrumental (film scores, classic piano/jazz pieces, etc.) Lyrics make me wanna sing along and I can’t do that while I’m trying to write.

THE.MUSES

How many characters do you write?. Currently? There’s Sasha here, then Billy Russo on another blog, Lucifer on another, and a few lit muses on a multi from fantasy-ish books. I used to have another multi where I wrote several other characters, and an OC multi for a couple of my own creations, but they kinda... died.

Who was your first rp muse?. The first one I can really remember writing in great detail was canon-centric Lucifer in SPN. (My Luci has since long developed past canon things of course; he’s mine now.)

Who is your most recent muse?. Most recently created? Probably either Billy or one of muses on the lit multi. Most recently written was Sasha here.

Which three (3) OCs do you wish got more attention?. I wish my OC blog had gotten more focus. Then I might have kept it going, but the girls never got much attention and it was harder to develop them without that interaction. -shrug-

Which three (3) canons do you wish got more attention?. Rhysand and Lucifer and maybe... Feyre? Or Elain? IDK, probably some on the lit multi.

What song always reminds you of a character? Which one?. I’ve never really connected song-to-character that way. Sorry.

Do you have character playlists?. I used to make some when I was in the SPN and the OUAT fandom; I don’t anymore and it’s been a LONG time since I made one.

Do you have characters you used to write, but don’t anymore?. Oh definitely. Lucifer’s changed drastically, and there was a time I went without writing him (when I started playing with Sasha and Billy and all the Ben Barnes effects ;) ) but um... I wrote Killian Jones and Emma Swan for a while, while OUAT aired. I wrote Regina Mills, I’ve written Loki AND Thor at different times, and I know there’s others, but that’s what I’m remembering right now.

Any you’d love to bring out of retirement?. Maybe my OCs... one day.

Characters you love, but could never write?. I love LOTR, but I don’t feel like I could ever write any of them. Even if I wanted to. That’s probably the main one.

THE.SHIPS

Do you like shipping?. Definitely!

Single or multiship?. Multiship. I mean, I have faves, but definitely multiship on my blogs now.

What was your first ship?. Oh god, I don’t remember. Some of the earlier ones were Michifer (Michael and Lucifer) or Samifer (Lucifer and Sam); I liked the angst and drama and how messed up it all was, sue me. Sirius/Remus was a big one too. Hermione/Draco had an appeal to me too, when I was younger.

Which ship have you always wanted to try writing?. I don’t know, to be honest. I think most of the ships I’ve wanted to write, I find a way to do so? I mean, if I can’t RP it, I’ll write a short ficlet or something. -shrug-

Are there any popular ships you love?. Right now? Or in general? Because right now, Darklina takes the top. I’m also fond of Darkling/Zoya and Darkling/Nikolai. For reasons. General speaking, I’ve never really kept up with the popularity of a ship, so I don’t know for certain, but I loved Captain Swan for the longest time.

Ones you hate?. It wasn’t so much the SHIP, but the fandom that made it unbearable, but Swan Queen was one that for the longest time I couldn’t STAND. I don’t mind it so much now that I’m not deep in the fandom anymore. Funnily enough.

Any guilty pleasure ships?. I’m sure some of them are, but like, I don’t care? It’s a ship and let ship zone here. And if it’s something I don’t like, I just *gasp* ignore it!

Do you ship anything ‘problematic’?. Oh gosh yes. In one way or another, there are many. But like, I LIKE that aspect of them? Does that make sense? If it was all perfect and fluffy, I’d be damn bored REALLY quickly. I like exploring the mess and problems.

Do you have any ships you miss?. I don’t think so. I’ve had some Lusander (Darkling/Luda) that aren’t around anymore... I had some awesome ships with Lucifer too that aren’t around anymore.

Do you prefer common or rare pairs?. I don’t really mind one way or the other. As long as I can see the chemistry, it’s being shipped ;)

THE.FANDOMS

How many fandoms have you written in?. Hmm... Off the top of my head I can think of Harry Potter, Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, The Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies, Grishaverse, ACOTAR series, Netflix/Disney+ The Punisher...

What was the first fandom you wrote in?. I think it was Harry Potter. I’m pretty sure it was HP.

What fandom do you wish more people knew? (And tell us a bit about it!). Um... I don’t really have an answer to this one.

Do you like crossovers?. If we can make it work, sure.

Which fandom have you always wanted to write in?. Shadowhunters. I liked the show well enough, and the books I HAVE read I’ve enjoyed, but I’ve got so many more to read and I just.. haven’t gotten to it yet?

Do you prefer animated, text, or real life media?. Not a huge animated fan, but otherwise, I really don’t care.

What is your favourite genre?. Fantasy. Easily fantasy. And angst. Romantic angst and drama!

Least favourite?. Fluffy romance all the time with now problems-- and comedy. I like a good snark, but that buddy/dumb comedy stuff--I can’t stand it.

What tropes do you love?. Enemies to Lovers is a good one. (Or a good Friends to Lovers to Enemies to Lovers heh). I’m sure there are others, but like... I can’t think of their names right now?

Which do you hate?. Childhood Friends to Lovers just... bores me? I don’t HATE it, but it doesn’t hold my interest like the sexual tension of other tropes.

Do you write in any dead fandoms?. I don’t think so, right now? I’m not sure.

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#ooc chatter / shut up megan #about the mun / get to know me in detail #& dash game

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a-tale-of-legends · 1 year

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You can tell Jazz ( A and E's mom) is getting real serious when she comes out with the fur coat. You better run when that happens.

#tlh is IN FOR IT #r rambles #legendverse #oc: jazz jones

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ihopethisendswell · 3 years

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My Computer Is Terrible So I'm Stating My Ideas Here Part 8: I deleted Part 3 cause I hated it so I'm redoing it here except it's less angsty ( maybe).

Since I'm not 100% on the finer details yet, I'll give some basic stuff about the Jones and the Einars.( I'll probably add pictures later)

Jazmine "Jazz" Jones ( Formerly Hunter)

Age: 17 when she started being a trainer,29 when she had the twins, 43 when they( the twins) left for their journey, and 51 by SWSH.

Pronouns: She/They

Bio: Jazz is the mother of Alexis and Elliot Jones. She used to be a trainer back in the day, as well as a musician. Her and her twin brother, Soul . Along the way they meet Lyric( Yay another music pun), who she quickly forms a rivalry with. They er, didn't get along well when they first met. Which is ironic given that end up getting married. From her youth to her old age, Jazz has always been a stubborn yet caring person. She cares a lot for her children, and often worries for them. Though of course, she will always be there for them when they need her.

Fun fact: She runs a small music shop in Accumula Town! She also occasionally teaches younger kids about music!( Yes she taught those kids in Accumula Town the piano and drums for that iconic theme)

Lyric Jones

Age: Same as Jazz! Only younger by a few months

Pronouns: He/Him

Bio: Father of Alex and Elli. The rival turned lover to Jazz. Lyric is a former trainer / musician, much like Jazz n' Soul. Unlike his though he's generally more laid back, but still stern and caring. He was less of a trainer and more of a traveler back in the day, never staying in one place for long.....until he met Jazz .

Fun Fact: He's a stay at home dad! Ironic given his youth, but he enjoys it.

also ngl I'm considering that they've battled each other to see who gets to keep their last name. He won. Now Elliot is greatly considering changing her last name to Hunter.

E: Like think about it: Elliot and Alexis Hunter. Tell me that isn't cool! We could have been the Hunter twins Alex!

A, not looking up from attending Kai: That's great. Can you pass me that brush please.

Soul Einar( formerly Hunter, which makes him sound way cooler than he actually was.)

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 17 when becoming a trainer,36 when Cheyenne had Naomi, and 41 when he died.(????)

Bio: The younger twin to Jazz, Soul is what Alexis would be if trauma wasn't involved: generally more quite than his twin, but equally as passionate towards their craft. Also , he's just generally more positive. Like his twin he's loves both battling and music, and went out to pursue both. The poor man had to be the median whenever Jazz and Lyric but heads. I'm still working out how him and Cheyenne meet, but I know he moved to Galar ( her home region) to marry her (and become a citizen himself). I'm kinda rethinking on how he died though.

I could go for the simpler but still effective he died from a random illness, or his death could either be related to the Weald and the wolves, or Rose( which might seem out of character for him honestly but it'll also be great for connecting plots), or something else entirely! If anyone have any ideas, feel free to tell me!

Soul loves his wife and his daughter so much. You'd best believe he's looking after them above the grave.

Fun fact: He's known to be a bringer of happy tears.

Cheyenne Einar

Age: 20 when she meet Soul( he was 21 at the time), 35 when she had Naomi, and 50 by the time of SWSH.

Bio: Again, still not sure how Soul and Cheyenne meet, but I do know it was in Unova! Study abroad?

Anyway, Cheyenne ( you can also call her Chey), is the widowed mother of Naomi. She tends to be a bit of a worry- wart, fretting over the safety of her daughter and Hop, but she just wants what best for them. It's been hard, without Soul, and the rest of her extended family being in an entire different region, but she has good neighbors and a strong will. She notices how Naomi and Hop have this brilliant connection to pokemon, though Naomi seems to be more..... connected. It doesn't help that she knows for a fact they'll take part in the gym challenge soon.

She best make a call.

Fun fact: She's pretty strong! Strongest out of the adults here anyway.

Mini time line

Jazz, Soul and Lyric were all born in 1969. Chey was born in 1970

The three( Jazz, Soul and Lyric) all started they're journey as trainers/ travelers in 1986.

Soul and Chey meet somewhere in 1990

In 1998, Alexis and Elliot were born ( for some reason that surprised me)

This might change, but in 2010, Soul died at 41. But again, this might change. Naomi and Hop would be 5 at this time. Alexis, Elliot and Raihan would be 12 and Leon and Sonia would be 10.

2010 is also the time where Leon goes on the gym challenge. This is why I'm considering changing the the time of Soul's death( I don't want Leon leaving in a time of grieving).

In 2012, Alexis and Elliot went to do the gym challenge with Cheren and Bianca.

Another thing I'm debating is how long Alexis runs away from Unova. Originally it was 3 for the extended angst, but pokemon origins is cool and I kinda wanna replicate that ( when the protag comes in to help in save Reshiram), so I might shorten it to two!

2020 is when SwSh starts. You already know the ages of the cast by now( well most of my oc's and some of the canon cast. I'll make a post regarding the others ages. Though do know that Raihan is 22 like A and E!)

I swear if I get the math wrong on this timeline and their ages I will loose it

And that's it for now! I better introduction to the Jones would be Hunters, and the Einars! Hope you enjoy!

Unrelated note: Chey rhymes with Key hidden musical pun boom. Don't think Alexis and Elliot don't have any pun names themselves. Alexis' middle name Zamir, which means singer, and Elliot's middle name is Rayna, which means somewhat of the same things. Did Elliot complain about this to? Of course she did.

E: Rayna, Alex! I could have been a Rayna Hunter!

A, not paying attention, but nodding along: Pog.

#pokemon oc #pokemon ocs #my writing #oc stuff #pokemon #champion leon #pokemon sonia #just by passing though nothing major

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dragon-swords-prophecies · 3 years

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OC Scenario Tag Game

7.) Your OC somehow obtains the ability to time travel. Where do they go, and what do they do? So @akindofmagictoo left an open ended tag when they got tagged in this game (post here) and I actually want to do it because it looks fun so:

rules: pick an OC and describe what they would do in the following hypothetical situations.

I’m going to bend the rules and pick four: Anastasia Nailo, Dash Nailo, Anne Jones, Enna Helder-Kromlin

1.) Your OC is at a jazz bar when they see a mysterious, alluring dame being pestered by a joe that just won’t let up. What do they do?

Aside from the fact that none of them would be in a jazz bar since its set in a fantasy version of the 1400s so I’m changing jazz bar to tavern/inn:

Enna would slip some kind of (not deadly) poison into the guys drink then rob him once he’s unconscious and give some of the money to the woman.

Anne would walk over and say, “Hi. How about you get away from the woman and I don’t stab you?” Yeah shes very, ummm, violently inclined.

Ana would flat out punch him. Her ex-husband is exactly the kind of man that would be in this situation and she won’t stand for it.

Dash would invite the woman to sit with him and the rest of them.

2.) The world will be destroyed in three days. What does your OC do with their remaining time?

I honestly don’t know. I think Ana would want to stop it but also she’s been alive for 300 years and is really fed up with the world going to shit and her (& friends) having to save it.

As for the rest I have no clue.

3.) Your OC spends the night in a haunted house for a bet, only to realize that the rumours might be true… what do they do?

Enna would kill all the ghosts. She actually did this once though, between killing her uncle and killing a dragon. It was a stress reliever.

Anne would stay because she wants to win the bet.

Dash would panic, he’s had something like this happen to him before and he spent 93 years catatonic in the Shadow Realm because of it.

Ana would leave and lose the bet. She doesn’t care.

4.) A character your OC cares deeply about has just passed away. How do they handle their grief?

Ana cries for like a week. Shes never actually been given the time to mourn before (After her mother died she got imprisoned by a dragon) so it would sorta be a combination of grieving for that person and grieving for everyone else she’s lost.

Dash would hide and avoid all interaction for a few days-weeks. Other than that his response would mirror Ana’s for almost the same reasons.

Enna would shut down completely; everything except the most important things (eating, sleeping, etc). Depending on who it was the shutdown could last a week or it could last a month. She doesn’t deal well with grief.

Anne would go on a very, very long flight and have a good cry far away from everyone else. This is what they both did before Enna’s wings got destroyed.

5.) Your OC walks into a coffee shop. What kind of coffee do they order?

Emily owns the coffee shop, if its a different shop she would order the highest caffeinated beverage possible. Ana gets tea, Dash gets coffee, Enna & Anne get something with caffeine, Peth isn’t allowed in because he’s too tall for the ceiling.

6.) Your OC finds themselves in a financial pinch - they need money, and fast. Who do they go do or what do they do to get the dough?

Anne & Enna would steal it. Actually all of them would steal/borrow it. Most of them would pay the person they borrowed from back.

7.) Your OC somehow obtains the ability to time travel. Where do they go, and what do they do?

Okay this answer is actually kinda sad.

Presuming they can interact with their own timelines,

Enna would go back and stop her brother from dying.

Anne would go back to try and kill her Uncle before he could kill her mother.

Dash would go back and keep himself from hunting after his father in the Realm of Shadows and ending up catatonic there for 93 years. Or he would try to stop his father from going there at all.

Ana would go back to get her mother out of A’sshye before it burns.

If they can’t interact with their own timlines,

Enna & Anne would go back to before they were born but after their brother was born and meet their mother and/or accidentally kill their uncle before he can kill their mother.

Dash and Ana would do something that is definitely in a morally gray area and (if they can go back 1000+ years) kill Dizerdrat when he’s still young; before he can ruin the world as much as he will.

If they can only go back 100 years or less (Since all of them would be going back 101+ years),

Enna would prevent her brother from dying.

Anne would stop, or try to, Will (her husband)’s death.

Ana would get herself and Zane away from Jax (Her ex-husband) sooner than she did.

Dash would find Cerea sooner.

#Yes I know its from february my computer mouse went haywire like it sometime does and it ended up at this post #WIP #OC senario tag game #OC #Sacrifice Peth #Sacrifice Anastasia Nailo #Sacrifice Dash Nailo #sacrifice Enna Helder-Kromlin #WIP sacrifice #sacrifice anne jones #sacrifice emily ambrose #yes the blind gnome owns a combination coffee shop & potions shop #WIP: Frost & Fire #WIP: Frost & Fire formerly known as Sacrifice

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goodqueenkaro · 4 years

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8 people you want to get to know better

Thank you for the tag @madamebaggio Our Crackship Queen ;)

As for me, this is sometimes hard to choose something “favourite”, because I’m “greedy for life”, I like to experience new things, and anything “latest”, because of “just life” and lack of time.

Favourite Colours

Clothes: black/white/gray - because they go well with every other colour and gray also because of Starks, Nature: all shades of Autumn.

Last song I listened to

"Mo Ghile Mear" Irish Gaelic song, I’m listening to it for like hundreth time ;)

Favourite musicians

As I told, hard to choose, plus, I’m not like connoisseur of one particular period or genre. As a history freak I like medieval, rennaisance, XVIII/XIX century music, shanties. If modern: I like rock in general and pop if it is not all-so-sweet, I think that I like blues more that jazz.

I also agree with the oppinion, that when there’s a party, something like “bad music” doesn’t exist - either you share the music taste of your host or you just need more alcohol XD

Last film I watched

The Silencing (2020) with Nik. I’m “boring”, I know XD

My genres are: sansation, criminal, war, sci-fi and fantasy, movies about dancing, can I call them musicals?

Favourite movies that I could watch time and time again: “Fiddler on the Roof”, “Wind” (about loosing America’s Cup and fighting it back in Australia), “Indiana Jones” and “Star Wars” (IV-VI, CLASSIC are my favourite), “Dirty dancing” and “Road house” with Patrick Swayze, “Bullit” with Steve Mc’Queen, “9 ротa” (Russian movie, “9th Legion”) and “Black hawk down” - yea, I know, but it was Eric Bana, who stole my heart for a while I watched it for the first time, last but not least: “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon”. If I have this strange need to watch rom-com, I choose something like “Step up”.

Last TV series I watched

Back to “Castle”, started “Dexter”, last one on TV-TV “Vikings (I didn’t saw single one whole episode after Ragnar’s death, I can’t make myself back to it) some GoT fans probably will make me watch “Last kingdom”.

Favourite original character

Buahahah! I guess I haven’t created proper OC yet, but...

Speaking about “Last kingdom”, I have a plan to co-write a fic in GoT/ASOIAF universe with some LOTR hints. I hope that you will like Iseult Arryn First Lady of Free City of Gulltown (she won’t be like “Last kingdom” chracter, just the look from this serie) and my - co-author character Thorsten “Neckbraker” Rovyn, Prince of Mournhold (he will have a look from one of “Last kingdom characters too).

Sweet, spicy or savoury

SPICY (Indian kitchen, like korma, tandoori chicken and so) and sweet-and-sour (but like fruits alone or fruits and berries desserts, not chinese sweet-and-sour)

Sparkling water, tea or coffee

Coffee, from time to time very good bag-tea or tea-leaves brew :) Fruit juices, “normal” water, tonic.

I’m tagging - @ineedminions, but I guess you’ve answered ;) @katsimsam @dunderklumpen @tmwritesromance @brewery421 @jeynewesterling and whoever wants to play :D

#tag game #goodqueenkaro

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gloamingbloom · 4 years

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Continuing with my posts about my KND playlists here’s the playlist that I made for Numbuh 5, and with that we’re done with Sector V. I figure that Abby would be into jazz and soul music a long with some pop and rnb. I also have some music from the Indiana Jones soundtrack for all of here candy hunting adventures.

I have a lot of other playlists for other KND characters and ships plus a few OCs of mine that I might post too. I have to admit this has been a bit more difficult than I thought since it’s hard to describe some of my choices for these playlists without just getting into long rambles about my own headcanons and fanfic ideas. I really hope everyone has enjoyed them though.

#codename kids next door #knd #knd playlists #abby lincoln #abigail lincoln #numbuh 5 #Spotify

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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Seeking long-term, fun, and literate roleplay! Pet photos on request.

My name is Chris and I'm a 28 year old roleplayer with 15 years experience writing! I'm an ICU RN in my free time with a beautiful wife and an even more beautiful cat and a fairly brand new puppy. I write mainly over email and reply 2-3 times a week with anywhere from 5-16 paragraphs, depending on the characters and actions in the scene. I also communicate over various messengers if that is at all your jam for plotting purposes and the like. I write M/F and F/F lines. And, since I'm a ICU nurse, I can always promise painfully medically accurate roleplay. I put extra *s by the lines that I will literally lose my mind if you approach me about. Searching hard! Figured I'd start with original lines: -This American Life Something set in the 1970s, focusing on a roadtrip. A group of teenagers leave their small town behind to head out west. I love this time period. Can be supernatural, supernatural lite (think Twin Peaks weirdness) or totally natural. F/F True Detective line A line about a pair of detectives from the city taking on a murder in a small down that isn't jazzed about two women taking the reigns of such a large case. Fandoms! -Star Wars** I know Reylo is all the rage these days, as is Qi'Ra/Han. But, man ALIVE, I really want something focusing on the core four: Luke, Leia, Han, and, ya boy, Chewie. Something taking place in that three year gap between New Hope and Empire as they work among the rebellion. Strange new worlds, getting into scrapes, sharply running from the empire, avoiding Vader, bounty hunters, and all sorts of things. This time period is far from explored and we can really thrive in the galaxy. Primarily I want to focus on the budding relationship between Han and Leia and Luke's training, pre-Yoda. In a perfect world, I'd want to write Han and Chewie (If anyone thinks Chewie is just a NPC, get out my face) while my partner takes on Leia and Luke. I'd be willing to switch out Chewie for Luke if need be, I guess? We could also split up C3PO and R2. Let's real build out the resistance and delve into the 'WARS' part of those big yellow letters that never get enough attention. On top of all of that, I also have an original love interest in mind for Luke if someone else plays him! She's a spitfire. Alternatively, I'd be down for writing something set in the clone wars. Perhaps two jedi that broke the order's relationship laws and then survived Order 66 together? -Preacher Seriously. Love this show, love this comic. Would happily write Jesse or Cassidy against Tulip. Just definitely looking for a Tulip -The Boys Would love to write Hughie against Starlight! Currently working my way through the season that just dropped. -Marvel -I will love you forever if you write an Elektra against my Daredevil. They are toxic and in love and I love it. Whether it be the comics or the Netflix series, I don't care. Someone please write me an Elektra. -Alternatively, I'd also be happy to write against a Black Widow, either with Daredevil (They were a mainstay OTP in the comics in the 90s) or Logan/Wolverine (This line would be bloody and murder-y as hell but it would be some fun).** -Has anyone seen the trailer for the neverendingly delayed New Mutants movie? I would love to write something based on that horror aspect of the mutant universe.* -I'd love to write an older MCU Peter Parker (like college) running across a MCU version of Black Cat. Or just a Spiderman roleplay in general. I've always wanted to write Peter but have never gotten the chance! I have a ton of ideas for this, plus faceclaims for a few of the villains. Pleeeease hit me up***** -If you write Jessica Jones, I'd be willing to write almost anyone against her. Just let me know. -Hawkguys! I would love to either write Clint sgainst Kate Bishop (This would be a slightly skewed MCU vibe) or Kate against America Chavez. I would really love to do either of these lines -DC -I'd love to write Batman against Catwoman, please. I'm not too picky on the setting or the iteration.*** -John Constantine against almost anyone. I'd kill for an Elsa Bloodstone but that's obscure as heck. A mage and a monster hunter that are both English taking on the supernatural underworld. Let's make it into an adventure like magic Indiana Jones and just go nuts with it. Seriously, this could be so fun.*************** Otherwise, Zatanna (old flames), Jessica Jones (Two cynical alcoholics become barstool neighbors before one's business shows up at the bar as well), or Scarlet Witch (Instead of going to Stephen Strange, Wanda ends up as John's student)? -Hannibal I've been dying to do a sort of season 4 for a while now, focused on Clarice Starlings interaction with Will Graham and later Hannibal Lecter. Just need to find someone willing to create an original style Clarice. -Resident Evil I'd like to write Leon against Claire Redfield or Jill Valentine in an original outbreak or a new one. I know this is an old school fandom but I'm a diehard fan. -Star Trek Okay, so first up, I am not the most well versed Trekkie in the world. Never watched any of the TV shows but am a massive fan of the trio of rebooted films and would love to give Kirk or Bones a try against Uhura, Dr. Eve, or maybe a female Vulcan OC? Hit me with ideas! -The Matrix Another obscure fandom. Maybe just an original crew, set during the movies, after, or an AU where they're the only survivors of Zion? Im not sure but I could plot something out! -Uncharted I'd love to write Chloe Frazier against Nadine Ross, continuing their adventures. I'm pretty wide open on what we can do with this one. -Overwatch I just recently got into this game and think the fandom is a ton of fun. While I might need a bit of tutorial on the storyline outside of the characters, I'd be down to write a few of them. But I have no idea what the standard ships are. RANDOM CRACK SHIPS! Caught in a Web: I would love to write an iteration (Daniel Craig or an original) of James Bond/007 against a non superhero version of Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow. Spy vs spy shenanigans as two people working for different governments. Totally impossibly but putting it just in case: Did anyone see all that Wonder Woman/Lara Croft art that was floating around the internet earlier this year? I would love to dive into that. I'd prefer to write Lara but I'm definitely not picky. My email is [email protected]. I'm on skype at Chrisx104 (Same for gmail) and Discord at NurseBatman#3674

#oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #email #marvel rp #avengers rp #mcu rp #dc rp #submission

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