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bobfloydsbabe · 6 months

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burning flames | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc

a gold rush fic

SUMMARY: A heated argument reaches a fever pitch for Bob and his TA.

WARNINGS: academia au, enemies to lovers (if you squint), age gap (mid-to-late 20s/late 30s), power imbalance, mutual jealousy, SMUT (fingering), bob being grumpy and rude. strictly 18+/minors dni.

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SPECIAL THANKS to @cherrycola27 for letting me rant about professor bob and for sending thots when i ask for them. you're a real one.

A/N: very loosely inspired by the song style by taylor swift for the wonderful @laracrofted's 1989TGM writing celebration. this was supposed to be a mob boss bob fic, but that made me cry, so i switched gears and now here we are. i'm sorry this is so late, ames. enjoy!

“That’s all we have time for today. You’re dismissed.” He closes his book and listens to the sound of laptop lids being shut, chairs scraping against the old wooden floor, and chatter amongst his students. It’s a sound he’ll never tire of, no matter how long he teaches.

One sound is distinctly different, though. The sound of her voice. Sweet and soft. Lifting his eyes, he sees her talking to one of his students. Mike something. He can’t quite remember, but she laughs and puts her hand on his arm, making Bob clench his jaw.

Another student, Alicia, comes to his desk to talk about the upcoming assignment and what she can do to improve her grade. Normally, he would tell her to make an appointment at his office, but then Imogen laughs again, making heady eyes at that Mike guy, and he decides he has all the time in the world to talk to Alicia.

He tries to pay attention to his student, to answer her questions, and even tries to smile, but he can feel Imogen looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Her dark gaze is intense and sets his skin on fire in a way he’s been trying to ignore for weeks.

“So,” he hears Mike say. “What are your plans this weekend?”

Bob freezes. He lets his eyes wander over to Imogen, who’s still smiling. Next to him, Alicia is still talking, but her voice is far away and barely audible as he focuses on his assistant.

“I’m revising my dissertation proposal,” she tells him. “They rejected the last one for being too broad, so I have to narrow it down.”

Bob’s on that committee and strongly disagreed, but other members outnumbered him and he was forced to dissent. Dr. Kazansky had given her the news, and Bob remembers the heartbroken look in her eyes when she came to his office afterward. He’d wanted to comfort her then.

“Too busy to have dinner with me?”

Bob straightens his back, eyes still trained on Imogen as he dismisses Alicia, telling her to make an appointment if she wishes to discuss things further.

She mutters a thank you and scurries away. Imogen opens her mouth to answer, but Bob interrupts, certain he doesn’t want to hear the answer she’ll likely provide to this Mike character.

“Miss Van Doren,” he says, barely recognizing the hardness in his own voice. “My office. Now.”

He doesn’t wait for her to respond, but gathers his books and leaves the lecture hall without a glance back to see if she’s following. It doesn’t take long for him to hear her marching footsteps behind him, so he leaves the door open for her.

She slams it shut, so it rattles on the hinges.

“What is your problem?”

She’s furious. Nostrils flared, heavy breathing, and a delicious flush paints her cheeks pink.

“My problem?” he asks, placing the books on his desk. “What’s your problem?”

She drops her bag to the floor and crosses her arms in front of her chest. The gold necklace with her initial catches in the light, drawing his eyes down.

“I don’t have a problem,” she insists, taking a step toward him. “But you constantly berating me is getting old.”

He says nothing. He can’t. Not when she’s looking at him like she wants to wring his neck. Not when all the blood in his body is racing south, and he’s trying not to look at her legs, but they are on full display in that tight little skirt she’s wearing. Again.

He swears she’s doing it on purpose to rile him up.

He hates that it’s working.

She takes a deep breath, pushing her shoulders back, and looks up into his eyes. He’s always found hers unsettling, like she sees the parts of him he’s been hiding for decades.

“I know you don’t want me here, Dr. Floyd,” she says, gesturing around his office, making her short skirt even shorter, revealing more of her supple thighs. “You’ve made that abundantly clear, but you could at least show me the courtesy of not undermining me every time I talk to students.”

He frowns. “I don’t undermine you.”

She scoffs, gaze leaving him as her frustration fills the room. “You interrupted my conversation with Michael not five minutes ago,” she argues as her eyes find his again. Dark brown meeting ocean blue.

He steps forward, eyes wandering over every inch of her exposed skin, making his head spin with barely contained desire. “It was an inappropriate conversation.”

“He asked about my dissertation.”

Bob shakes his head. “No, he asked you out.”

“So what?” she throws her hands out to the side, exasperation turning into full-blown anger now. “He’s been trying to ask me out for weeks, but you always manage to interrupt. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you do it on purpose.”

He freezes. His heart’s beating painfully in his chest and his face feels like it’s on fire. There may even be steam coming out of his ears.

He watches Imogen run her hands through her hair, pulling at the roots, and he truly wishes she wouldn’t. It’s conjuring up very vivid images in his head that he shouldn’t have of his teaching assistant.

She looks at him expectantly, thinking an answer is going to come, but it doesn’t. He doesn’t know how to respond to that in a way that’ll make sense to her. It barely even makes sense to himself.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Bob says finally.

She scoffs. “Yeah, well, he treats me better than you do, and I know that’s a really low bar, but it’s better than—”

Bob crashes his lips against hers, swallowing the gasp she emits. For a moment nothing happens, and for a second he thinks he’s made a grave mistake, but then Imogen’s arms circle around his waist and she sighs against his mouth.

He walks her backward until her back hits the wall behind his desk, and he presses her against it, trying to get closer.

He pulls away a few inches to look at her. Cheeks flushed, hair a little out of place, and pupils dilated. She’s never looked more delectable, and he knows she can feel his hard cock against her hip. He doesn’t care.

Taking a deep breath, her eyes search his face for something, but it’s unclear whether she finds it. “Why did you do that?”

Her voice is barely above a whisper. There’s no hint of regret, but the rational part of him knows this is a bad idea. He’s her superior, after all.

“You wouldn’t shut up.”

“So you kissed me?” she asks with an adorable wrinkle between her brows.

He frowns. Now sure he’s misjudged the situation, Bob leans back and squares his shoulders, letting his hands fall away from her neck.

“Oh no,” she tuts and grabs a handful of his sweater, pulling him back in. “Get back here.” She stands on her tiptoes and captures his mouth with her own, tongue dancing at the seam of his lips for entry.

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He leans his weight against her, pushing her against the wall, and groans into her mouth when she tugs on his hair.

His hands travel down her body. Grazing across the swell of her breasts, into the dip of her waist, the hips that have occupied his thoughts for weeks, and finally, her thighs. His lips never leave hers, and his tongue explores her mouth and the taste of mint that lingers from her toothpaste.

Imogen shudders as his fingertips tickle the back of her knees, whimpering at the touch.

His hands slide up the back of her bare thighs, feeling her soft skin under his palms. She moans into his mouth and it’s the most arousing sound he’s ever heard. He can’t help the roll of his hips, desperate for friction, for relief, for something warmer than his own hand.

His hands travel up under her skirt, feeling the plumpness of her ass in his hands make him push against her again and she’s meeting him with her own movement.

“Professor,” she moans, as he trails wet kisses along her throat, running his tongue over the skin afterward.

He hums, kneading her ass-cheeks, growing harder as he rocks against her. Even separated by layers of fabric, the friction is enough to drive him mad.

“Dr. Floyd,” she says, pulling his hair hard enough that his lips detach from her throat. Her pupils are wide and hungry, mirroring his own, and their heavy breaths mix in arousing unison. “I’m still mad at you.”

A smug smirk spreads across his face. “I know,” he says and removes one hand from her ass. He uses it to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Don’t go out with him.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The words hang in the air. Bob keeps one hand on the side of her neck while the other remains under her skirt, playing with the edge of her panties. He holds her gaze, waiting for her to make the next move. To tell him where she stands, what she wants.

He sees the moment she decides, the corner of her mouth turning upward just enough to be a smile.

“Show me.”

Yanking her panties to the side, his fingertips glide along her folds, feeling her already soaking for him. Her mouth forms a perfect o as she gasps, and he wonders what else that pretty and vicious mouth can do.

Her fingers curl into the hair at his nape, gasping when he finds her clit. “So pretty like this,” he whispers, kissing the underside of her jaw.

“Professor,” she whimpers. “Please.”

“Come on,” he says, leaning back to watch her. Her brown doe eyes have gone dark with hunger and desire, arousal clear from the bead of sweat on her temple, and his cock is so hard he’s about to go insane. Yet, he still leans in close, his lips featherlight against her ear and whispers “moan for me.”

He leans back just in time to catch the look in her eyes when he presses his thumb against her clit and she lets herself moan. Louder than he expected, so his hand flies over her mouth, keeping her quiet, but feeling her smile beneath his palm.

His thumb massages her clit while his index finger finds her entrance, warmth begging him to enter. Bob meets Imogen’s eyes, asking without saying the words because he doesn’t trust either of them to keep their voices down.

Her nod sends him to heaven.

She moans into his hand as his finger slides inside her. He’s hot all over, groaning into her neck at the sensation of her. “So fucking tight,” he mumbles against her skin, making her clench around him.

Tightening her arms around his shoulders, she whimpers against his palm, and her hips meet his motions as he pumps his finger inside her. Her juices spread across his hand, and before long, he adds a second finger.

His office fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, muffled moans from Imogen, and barely contained groans from himself. He can feel her getting close, her legs trembling, struggling to stay upright. Leaning his forehead against hers, he removes his hand from her mouth. “Quiet,” he mutters against her lips.

She nods as she kisses him, open-mouthed and desperate, and his thumb draws tight circles on her clit as he angles his fingers against that spot inside her. She’s there. He knows it. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Cum for me.”

She does. Gushes around his fingers, writhing in his arms. He guides her through her high, holding her against the wood-paneled wall behind her. Her head falls against his shoulder as she comes down, and a long whine escapes her throat as he withdraws his fingers.

Leaning back to give her a little space, he takes in her unkempt hair, swollen lips, and the breathtaking pink flush in her cheeks. Her eyes flick down to his hand, then turn to the very obvious bulge in his slacks.

“I–”

She takes his hand, the one with fingers covered in her cum, and brings it to her lips. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she closes her mouth around his digits, swirling her tongue around them, tasting herself. He’s entranced, can’t stop watching her when she hums as if it’s the most delicious meal she’s ever had.

She withdraws his fingers with a pop, letting his hand fall back at his side. They stay there, looking at each other, processing what just happened between them. Not only is she his teaching assistant, but he’s on her dissertation committee. He has power and influence, and while she’s not his student, he is her superior.

“I…” he tries again, but trails off.

She smirks, squaring her shoulders. “Close your mouth, Dr. Floyd,” she says and sidesteps him, adjusting her skirt. “You’re too smart to be a mouth breather.”

She crosses the office, gathering her bag from the floor where she dropped it, and he gets a peek at her panties as she bends over. White lace. His slacks have never felt tighter.

Unsure what to say or do, he stands there watching while Imogen tries to make her hair look presentable. “Alright,” she mumbles after a minute. “See you tomorrow.”

The door closes behind her, leaving Bob in his office, surrounded by books, paper, a chessboard, a laptop he’s forced to own, and the memory of his TA coming undone on his fingers.

There’s only one word to describe the situation he now finds himself in.

“Fuck.”

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reimenaashelyee · 5 months

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Clean version here

Not a bingo but a jenga. My responses below the cut

Somehow I have half of this image filled out. I wish I could cash it in for points to redeem.

Jenga:

First comic is a magnum opus: There had been a string of graphic novel adaptations of books I wanted do when I as a young teenager, but The World in Deeper Inspection was my first, substantial, original behemoth of an idea. It was the only one with the power and the potential to stay and push me to become a comics creator. Everything I am and have as an artist and writer is because of TWIDI.

Fan art more popular than OCs: This was going to be inevitable because I hardly ever post about them online. But I suppose if you count my one-off character design illustrations that go viral or my published graphic novels, this box wouldn’t be true… (The God of Arepo is my most popular fan work)

I binged your life’s work in 2 hours: I am glad you like my work enough to be this engrossed in it – but honestly please please reread it again and SLOWLY so you can appreciate the visual storytelling – not just the words and the main action!! You’ll have a fuller experience if you take the time to luxuriate!!

This isn’t even my day job: It both is and isn’t. I do enough from comics that I can survive out of it near full time (thanks to my usual speed; very grateful), but I get financial stability from the monthly paycheck from the actual day job. Relying on my speed to produce near-constant output for money is something I am losing interest in as my ideas become more ambitious and niche.

Subscribe to my Patreon: Somehow I am able to hawk my free-to-read platforms with a certain amount of success but never can get a big dent on my Ko-fi.

Received unsolicited critique on a free comic: Unavoidable reality. Though I hadn’t had something egregious in a long time (and it better stay that way).

Had to explain what a webcomic even is to someone IRL: Nearly all the people I surround myself with are ‘normies’ (people who aren’t so online and/or don’t read online media), so this comes up often – and it will become more frequent as I pursue institutional pathways like residencies and grants. Even if they knew what webcomics were, it would be under the name of webtoons.

I can’t wait to draw this scene in 4 years: lol @ Alexander Comic and TWIDI

Multi-year hiatus: TWIDI’s eternal curse, until I figure out how to build enough stability in my career/life to return to it – full-time and for real.

Financially supported by someone else: My dayjob, mainly, but previously my parents.

Is somehow mutuals with favourite artist: That’s what it’s like as your career progresses and matures! It’s always nice to become peers with those you admire – especially the ones you grow to love only after knowing them.

Characters get gayer over time: Growing up and being able to witness the various ways of living can and will change how one approaches their characters.

Successfully fulfilled a Kickstarter: Not on my own, but I had a few for my books that published smoothly.

Empty space:

ADHD diagnosis: I have ADHD-esque behaviours that I have managed to overcome with ADHD-specific hacks, but whether I actually have the thing itself is a question mark. I lean towards not really having it since I am able to execute and complete tasks regularly.

Works in animation or went to school for it: I used to want to study and work in animation before I discovered the potential of comics as a storytelling medium. I don’t have a desire to break into that industry, even without all the employment and late-capitalism instability that it’s going through right now. I am not averse to trying if asked, however.

Had an art teacher who hated anime: Never went to art school.

Yes I’ve had burnout but what about second burnout: Currently going through a fallow period, but I really don’t think it’s Burnout Burnout. Touch wood, I continue to maintain my love, interest and desire to make comics and stay in my artistic career.

Forgot how to draw main character’s face: Characters are so seared into my brain, it’s not easy to forget. Helps that they each have particular quirks that belong to their design.

This comic gave me my hand/wrist injury: Still out here WITHOUT any of those. I hope I can keep it that way until whenever I retire.

Emergency commissions: Hopefully I will never have to resort to do this. (Very grateful, yes)

Sleep… “schedule”? my 7-8 hours of sleep is essential and non-negotiable.

If it’s not 3 hours long is it even worth adding to the work playlist: This is is referring to video essays I guess? I rarely ever encounter essays of over 3 hours that I am interested enough to watch. (Also I can’t really watch something while drawing; I lose speed/concentration)

Embarrassed to look at early pages: Not embarrassed – I was younger and less-skilled then, that’s just how it is. There were a lot of things younger me did that I could still learn from.

Regrets costume choices: I pride myself in being able to style myself and my characters, and so far I have never regretted the clothes I give my characters – the TWIDI characters all have base outfits from when I was 15!

#artist meme

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oni-verse · 1 year

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Later - OC comic and blurb

long post. summary of events.

art from different times, a draft i've held onto for a couple months. been hesitant to post bc its not the highest effort and its unrefined and lacks context. but im here to give a bit of that too, i suppose..

superhero universe, centered around juliet mostly, but also koda. blood, death, guns ahead (tagged)

many months into the collective story. the team consists of juliet, koda, bo, oz, shiloh, callisto, valetudo, cat, and jinni.

valetudo was raised and forced into being a weapon for his villain mother, (referred to as "villainess") who is a very big threat. callisto basically protects him from her after val and his mother are separated by the older members of the team.

the group seeks her out for a while, the villainess causes a lot of trouble, death, huge arsonist, they want to protect valetudo from her. things are tense, they get the chance to attack her sort of ~headquarters~ of henchman etc. heres a bit from when they prepare

for context, a big point of contention in juliet and koda's relationship is mutual safety. juliet had been acting erratic leading up to this event, and in the span of their relationship, juliet had gifted safety gear for koda's fit, and taken plenty of hits for koda. juliet kills, maims, and uses weapons. koda doesn't kill, and he doesn't use weapons. it's just not something he's prepared to do, personally.

the group moves on to ambush the HQ, splitting into duo's and doing the whole fighting thing. as juliet predicted, they have guns. the less powerful members of their group (cat, koda, callisto) stay farther behind and find cover. juliet presses the hardest, mowing down these men without prejudice.

juliet's distracted by koda, he sees koda get shot, and turns to find who did it. he's completely unsure of whether or not koda is injured, if its fatal or not, etc. his distraction results in juliet getting shot, tooooo <3

😳

koda is fine, bruised at worst. valetudo & a newcomer take care of the rest, meanwhile koda goes to check on juliet. he's not moving, theres blood around him, chaos around them. koda is distressed & panicking )':

juliet is a healer and koda's seen him heal from a lot of crazy stuff. he regrows limbs, cuts heal in moments, but juliet's mortality is a mystery.

koda sees it for himself

i had intended to draw a bit of this eventually, but i'll keep it vague in this post. (hence the choice of words "newcomer")

the newcomer takes koda somewhere else that's safe, while koda is basically freaking out bc his boyfriend appears to be dead. pretty concerning, i think! koda is a total mess, been clinging to his dead boyfriend's body, adamantly carrying juliet by himself.

after maybe 20ish minutes since juliet was shot down, he's up all at once and throwing up blood. scares the shit out of koda lol

i wish i could put this under another read more

having ur head blasted open kinda sucks. hes a spigot of blood! he's dazed, but healing and alive. imagine the relief 🤪

they find out juliet can't die. the hard way, unfortunately.

koda & juliet are isolated with the new person for some time, while the others finish the job. valetudo ends up killing his villain mother, and everyone else is alive. shiloh gets a little scraped up, but besides juliet, thats the worst of it (:

other drama ensues blah blah juliet's dramatic past and so on

#oni art #juliet #koda #valetudo #callisto #cat #catherine #shiloh #bo #oz #jinni #blood #death #guns #tw blood #cw blood #cw gore #tw gore #tw gun #tw guns #cw gun #cw guns #cw character death

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mtc-4life · 2 years

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can you do headcanons of MTC reactions/first thoughts of my Hypnosis Mic OC? Like they're reactions and thoughts of her personality and how she looks, her Rap Ability, the style of her hypnosis mic and speaker, and the songs she sings.

I added how she met MTC in the background story. https://trixiegalaxy.tumblr.com/post/669716855444930560/hypnosis-mic-oc

｡ﾟ･ MTC reacting to Amethyst Mochizuki (@trixiegalaxy OC) - Headcanons ･｡ﾟ

✩ Link to OC description

☆ Author’s notes:Hey, sorry for taking such a long time to answer your request. Just wanted to say that I really love your OC, she’s literally so pretty and delicate! I read her backstory and listened to the songs as well, you have such a great imagination! Honestly I wish she was a real character in hypmic ♡ I had a lot of fun writing about Amethyst! Hope you like this!

Samatoki Aohitsugi:

• Her taste for anime and cheerful personality reminded him of Ichiro, which was definitely an obstacle for Samatoki.

• But we all know too well that this man may act rudely at a first encounter, but he slowly will start getting along with people – and with Amethyst it was no different.

• The turning point was when he saw her rapping. She was defending a group of teenage girls who were kidnapped when MTC happened to be in the same area.

• Her delicate, yet thoughtful rhymes caught his attention – Samatoki could tell she was powerful.

• He had talked to her before, but never expected she was this good at rapping. Samatoki felt ashamed for doubting her skills.

• From this encounter, he and his mates started to meet Amethyst frequently, which turned into a friendship based on mutual respect and admiration.

• Another thing about their friendship is the fact that Samatoki has a soft spot for girly ladies thanks to Nemu, which makes him see Amethyst almost as a little sister now that he knows her better.

(More under the cut)

• They enjoy talking about rap competitions and challenging each other for battles from time to time.

• Samatoki is a bit extreme for those things though: he will get super happy when he wins but start complaining at a loss lol.

• But Samatoki sees Amethyst as friend, not an enemy – he doesn’t get mad at her in the end.

• These two also enjoy taking strolls around Yokohama and watching movies at the cinema.

• Amethyst gets particularly excited if Samatoki invites her to watch an anime movie.

• He really likes her music and always make sure to play it in his earphones when he’s taking the subway.

Jyuto Iruma:

• The first time Jyuto saw Amethyst was during the encounter she had with MTC, and he was instantly mesmerized by her beauty.

• Conversations at coffee shops eventually bloomed into a crush for her, which is something he’s not ready to tell her yet.

• Jyuto enjoys flirting way too much to lose the opportunity of doing it before confessing~

• He loves making seductive eye contact with Amethyst while they talk – she gets super flustered and cute.

• Jyuto will also throw some of his romantic lines near her, which never fails to make Amethyst panic in blush (>ω<)

• He doesn’t know she likes him though – he thinks she acts that way near him out of embarrassment.

• Of course, it’s not all about flirting: like the rest of his crew, Jyuto has great respect for her rapping abilities.

• He really likes art, so of course he felt very excited when Amethyst told him she was an artist.

• Jyuto buys a piece from her every once in a while – not just because it’ll help her financially but also because he genuinely appreciates her talent.

• Speaking of which, there was this day MTC and Amethyst gathered in Samatoki’s basement.

• When talking to Rio, Jyuto noticed the girl held a sketchbook and a pencil, glancing at him and drawing attentively.

• He was expecting her to show the sketch later, but instead she kept quiet about it. Jyuto felt confused, but Rio, who also noticed her drawing, understood what was going on.

• In fact, Amethyst was too embarrassed to show her crush the sketch – it felt like he could see through her lines the feelings she had for him if he ever saw it.

• Jyuto decided after a few days if she wanted to toy him like that, then he would take his turn (¬‿¬ )

• He sent her a bouquet of violets and a card written “From your secret admirer.”

• If it depends on Amethyst, it won’t take long until Jyuto becomes the knight in shining armor she had been dreaming of ♡

Rio Mason Busujima:

• These two are great friends with each other, sharing a buddy-like relationship.

• Rio always invites her to go camping with him and the rest of MTC.

• Amethyst particularly loves to eat marshmallows by the fire and talk about cute animals with Rio during such meetings.

• Amethyst is curious to hear the stories about the time Rio was a soldier as well.

• When Amethyst visits Rio, there’s always takoyaki and sushi made since he knows it’s her favorite dish (⌒‿⌒)

• By the way, they both enjoy cooking, especially when they can do it together.

• Amethyst makes sure she is the one providing the ingredients though lol.

• When she is gone, Rio keeps on playing her songs in his phone while he cooks. It reminds him of the fun cooking sessions with his friend.

• He once found out she has a crush in Jyuto – it was written in an open page of the diary she left in his camp.

• Rio had suspected it before, especially after that day she was so focused on sketching Jyuto’s features, but now he was sure of it.

• He didn’t tell anything to her or anybody else, but he is secretly trying to get Jyuto to date her, giving his mate some advice.

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rennybu · 3 years

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could u tell more about beja.. love their design sm..

MY LITTLE GUYYUYUYUYUY............. OHHHHKAY here’s the ultimate Beja thought ramble under the cut

THIS POST IS SUPER LONG OH M Y GOD.. OH YMG OD ENJOY ENJOY!!!!!!!!!

BEJA WAS MY VERY FIRST DND CHARACTER!!!!! The dm had years of experience and was really excited at my idea that beja be half-orc, half-tiefling, and let me play him with my choice of stat increases + tiefling race bonuses!! so i think he had +2 charisma and +1 constitution instead of the usual intelligence.

Beja’s backstory is very bleak and with (seemingly) few strings attached to it... he’s an orphan, or was abandoned, and was raised as a street kid in a small town and grew up into a life of odd jobs and eventually some underground involvement.. mostly a courier or small goods smuggler, and he did ok at it! he was very good at keeping his head down and was happy to travel without the pressure of leaving anyone behind. loner king

eventuallyyy a local gang/cult gave him a fake job which lead to him being abducted and forced into an experimental pact ritual, like a guinea pig for something long forgotten and newly rediscovered. the cultists didn’t care whether he lived or died, only that a connection with their forgotten god would be made. SURPRISE! the pact worked! and beja became sworn to an entity his mind could barely grasp the introduction to! he lashed out in panic with his newfound powers and killed most of his captors, and fled the town with nothing but the clothes on his back!!

his backstory from that point is that he lived a very paranoid and mobile life alone, never staying too long in any town or city for fear that the cult might find him and force him into some kind of service. his pact (with Tharizdun, unbeknownst to him o///o) made him irritable and outright antisocial, giving him nightmares and auditory hallucinations on his bad days. paired with his rough upbringing he found himself unopposed to committing petty crime but he still tried to keep a sense of normalcy by working odd jobs where he could find them, usually at inns or stables or campuses. keeping his hands busy = good for brain!!!

he got very very good at eavesdropping and people watching and kept a firm hold of any rumor threads that he thought might be connected to the cult, in the hopes he might one day catch a member unawares and get answers about his unknown patron and the pact he finds himself in. he’s in survival mode for a good long while here!!!!

and then one day he meets @gacpars OC, Rhagot :’~) he’s a wonderfully fascinating character and I don’t want to describe him poorly so IN BRIEF... the 2 meet by chance before having to part ways, but that time is enough for Beja to get a taste of. gentle curiosity (MUTUAL), interest (NON-THREATENING, ALSO MUTUAL), and. COMPANY!!!!!! and Rhagot is like “ok youre my soul mate. here have this braided silver ring” (their relationship is a whole other essay and i want to draw more of them bc they make my heart and brain ache in a good way)

circumstances cause them to part ways and Beja finds himself travelling with an adventuring party! CAMPAIGN START! long story short turns out the cult is a lot more insidiously widespread and in the years since lil ol Beja’s forced ritual, the cult has been swearing their own members into Tharizdun’s service (voluntary <3) and ummmm growing their power and sacrificing people to him, blood for the blood god etc etc.

he has a really interesting arc here!!! he’s TERRIFIED of the power his pact grants him, both in the sense that he has NO desire to draw power from the forgotten chained god of chaos? death? nothingness? AND that as he gets stronger, his appearance and habits become more monstrous and less predictable. BUT he’s better able to protect those he calls friends. its a very fine line for him and he kills some folks as one does in an edgy blood apocalypse DND campaign, steals some relics, threatens some cultists, writes some poems, etc. He has a very weird Frodo-and-Smeagol type relationship with his familiar (pact of the chaaaiinnnn), a quasit that later grows into a spined devil, because he sees himself in it. a creature bound to serve something it had no choice in! they get along (strained). I am very in love w the irony of him being his most vulnerable (emotionally/morally) at his most powerful (stacking all those Great Old One eldritch invocations babey)

eventually his impulses push him to attune to one of the relics he steals (a very shiny rod of the pact keeper. sobs i wanted +3 spell damage i wanted it so fucking bad) and he gets CURRRRRSSEED!!!!!!!!!!! A SUPER POWERFUL CURSE that our cleric didn’t have high enough spell slots to lift. it was an exhaustion curse and he got like four days into it until the cleric tried a slightly homebrewed Divine Intervention/Wish spell combo to “cure him of all curses that afflict him”

and well! because he’s seen his pact as a curse since the first moment he was saddled with it! the pact is COMPLETELY SEVERED as the other curse is lifted. HE IS FREE!!! and he leans very hard into his hobby of poetry, and as they travel he re-learns spellcasting, and learns to play the hand harp, and apprentices with different travelling bards and tavern-buskers until the DM let me call him a bard of the college of valor!!! filling the void left by his patron with art and song...

soooon after that the campaign ended up disbanding u__u BUT beja left the party to be alone once more, travelling until he one day reunites with and marries Rhagot. they RETIRE into DOMESTIC BLISS in a SMALL VILLAGE where they teach each other PEACE!!!!! oh my god i need to draw them more.

THANK U FOR ASKING! AND READING! i’m very fond of him even though it’s been years since the campaign.... i still do develop him from time to time, or think of his character arc and backstory.... my son.... my grey goth son....

#beja #this is barely coherent. thank you anon #i keep calling him little. he is 6 foot 1 #BUT! a twig #Anonymous

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mewi-or-lara · 3 years

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I wish I had mutuals to talk about my obsessions and fuel my create-power

Like, I have a lot of ideas to make with my recent TFA OC, but I don't have powers to draw them actually... I just lay in the bad all day

#im just sad #transformers animated #mewi blah

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elbracco · 4 years

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LiS2 Fanfiction recommendation list - updated

I updated the ff list I made a few months ago. As before, if anyone has any suggestions to add, I’m all ears. I divided the stories into three categories (Post-ending, AUs and Missing Moments) and all the ffs on this list are either completed or still actively updated.

POST-ENDING

Blood Brothers: To Puerto Lobos - And Beyond! by SerratedCucumber, in progress. It starts as the brothers break into Mexico and follows them as they try to build a life for themselves. I swear that I hear Gonzalo and Roman every time that Sean or Daniel say something: the dialogue is that good. 11,000 words for now.

Lone Wolf: The One You Feed by zeldanerdster, in progress. This work follows the "Lone Wolf" path immediately after events unfold at the border. Following that, it will chronicle Daniel's experiences for as far as they take him in an effort to reconcile the various open-ended resolutions of Life is Strange 2. Because LW didn’t break our hearts enough. 20,500 words for now. Lone Superwolf by Dreamprism, in progress. The ff begins with Sean’s death at the border and aims to show how Daniel got from the car to the “six years later” scene. The fanfic is written from the perspective of Daniel Diaz, similar to how Sean shares his internal thoughts with the player throughout Life is Strange 2. 17,000 words for now.

Parting Ways: After by koldtbold, one-shot. Sean gets to Mexico, Daniel doesn’t. Sean has a lot to do and think about. What I love about this story is that there’s much bitter and little sweet, but like in the game there’s an undercurrent of optimism, a feeling that tomorrow can still turn into a better day. 6,000 words. When There’s Nowhere Else to Run, by Autumnyte, in progress. It begins right after Daniel yeets himself from the car and follows Sean as he tries to build a life for himself in Puerto Lobos. I told Autumnyte that this story feels like a blanket: it’s warm and comfortable. No matter what issues Sean has to deal with, there is a pervasive undertone of "tomorrow will be better" that I think really captures the spirit of the game. He is done running, and he can now start to look to the future with hope. 31,000 words for now.

Redemption:

The Bravest Wolf in the World by RoodAwakening, 2 chapters left. Ask anyone for reading suggestions, and they’ll inevitably point you to this story, for a reason. Sean finds out he can use his sketches to time-travel, much like Max did with her photos, prevents Esteban’s death, and has to deal with the consequences as he tries to navigate the new life he made for himself. Wonderful characters, a realistic depiction of trauma, and golden dialogue. I love this Sean, I love the people in his life, I love his interactions with all the characters. 160,000 words (!) for now. A Howl in the Night by Bracco, one-shot. Sean is in prison, and Daniel is free: it’s everything that Sean had wanted when he surrendered. That means he can be happy… right? 28,500 words. Tomorrow's Horizon by AlariOdonell, in progress. A mysterious stranger recruits a post-bay Max Caulfield with the promise to bring Chloe back to life and to right a few wrongs along the way, like those suffered by two brothers. I am very partial to this story because it ticks every box in my list of narrative kinks: a well-written OC, an incoming threat, superpowers, misfits teaming up, IC characters, action and fuzzy feelings... 52,000 words for now, updated bi-weekly. Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by DarkJaden825698, one-shot. After his sentence, Sean reconnects with some old friends and says some things he didn't get to say when he had the chance. This story is a warm, fuzzy thing where everything goes well for a change. I may also be very partial to the title: that song is tied to some of my fondest memories, so extra points to the author. 4,000 words. Spirit Realm: Road to Redemption by Sombraguerrero, completed. Sean has served his sentence, abbreviated by a lack of success on the authorities' part to attain burden of proof on the supposed major crimes. The public has run out of patience and has allowed Sean and Daniel to try and pick up the pieces, with as much help as they can get along what is once again a rough road. 21,000 words. Stay Strange by DarkJaden825698, completed. Dr. Bright is assigned to Sean Diaz as his therapist in prison, and walks him through his trauma while trying to find him a lawyer to challenge his sentence. Crossover fic between LiS2 and The Bright Sessions podcast - you don’t know anything about the podcast? Me neither, and it’s not an issue. 32,000 words.

AUs

And All These Empty Streets by Riona, one-shot. After the apocalypse, Sean and Daniel have a run-in with Joel and Ellie from TLOU. I think that this is the story that made me realize how I love Sean and Daniel so much that I’m willing to read the weirdest AUs and crossovers so long. It flows really well and it feels natural. 2,000 words.

Riona has written a lot of stories that start from an unexpected premise and draw a little vignette. They are all different from each other and I loved them all. Check out her AO3 profile! Can you give me a hint by Idnis, completed. Teenage Daniel/Chris. If you like “mutual pining” and “dumb idiots in love”, this story will make your day. It’s just... fluffy and sweet and innocent, a tiny bit of teenage drama that Daniel and Chris deserve after everything they’ve been through. 22,500 words. Closer to the Heart by darkjaden825698, in progress. After the shooting, Sean waits for the police to arrive. He’s cleared of all charges and sent to live to Beaver Creek, where he must come to terms with what happened and rebuild a life for himself. A teen drama where nothing bad happens to the boys and they get to live normal lives? Hit me with it. 4,000 words. Double exposure by Riona, completed. It draws inspiration from *Your Name*: Max and Sean begin swapping bodies at random. If the premise doesn’t turn you away, it’s a beautiful bittersweet story about two people trying to help each other while their own worlds are falling apart. 11,000 words. Faithless by HollowK, in progress. Six years after the failed heist, Sean wakes up from his coma and has a brother to find. Exactly: oof. 6,500 words for now. I Took Both Roads, series by owlmug. AU where Esteban isn’t shot. Sean/Finn (with some Sean/Cassidy in the first story). It’s a coming of age story, and I really loved how the author mirrored some situations that are found in the game by giving them a new twist. I won’t lie, these stories hurt, because they made me think about what could have been. The characters are spot on, and the interactions of the Diaz family are golden. Bonus points for having Sean behave like a teenage brat at times, because the boy deserved to have temper tantrums and getting into fights with Esteban over stupid stuff. There are also a lot of beautiful images across the series, a lot of lines that feel raw and powerful, and a lot of healing. At times it’s like having a heart-to-heart with the author. Sometimes I felt that the sex scenes were too long, and some of them I found unnecessary, but that’s just my personal taste. I really liked all the four stories, but the last one is my favourite for sure because it follows Esteban’s point of view and it’s *chef’s kiss*.

1. A Way to Reappear (https://archiveofourown.org/works/19096837), 18,000 words. Sean’s POV

2. A Piece of the Puzzle (https://archiveofourown.org/works/19386670), 26,000 words. Sean’s POV

3. A Little left Behind (https://archiveofourown.org/works/19852561), 24,000 words. Finn’s POV

4. (I’ve Been Going Through) a Change (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20562086), 28,000 words. Esteban’s POV.

If I Lay Here by owlmug, completed. Diverges from canon after episode 3. Sean and Finn try to track Daniel down. Sean/Finn, 46,500 words. I can repeat here most of what I wrote for the earlier series: wonderful characterization, beautiful imagery, touching themes, characters that find themselves along the way. Something that makes you go “Please, sir, can I have some more?” at the end of every chapter. i just don’t know how i’m doing (i’m so curious about you) by Larrymurphycansteponme, one-shot. Another High School AU, another wonderful coming of age story for Sean. I wish I could make it justice without repeating everything I said about owlmug’s series: spot-on characterization, a beautiful narrative about growing up and finding one’s way, wonderful imagery. It’s the story of what Sean deserved to have, and one of my favorite ever. 28,000 words.

MISSING MOMENTS

A Night With Misty Mice by That_one_internet_lover, completed. It follows Sean and Lyla’s concert night that is mentioned in his phone chat in ep.1. It’s the first fanfiction I read after my endgame heartbreak: it gave me all the happy Sean I wanted, and even a bit more. The dynamic between him and Lyla is exactly what I pictured from their interactions in the game, put into words by someone who knows what they’re doing. 10,000 words. Astray by Riona, one-shot. Daniel leaves Sean behind after the events of Wastelands. It’s probably more of an AU than a Missing Moment, since it was written before Faith came out and so it’s not entirely canon-compliant, but it’s still a very good window on Daniel’s state of mind after the heist. I’m eternally grateful to Riona for filling some of the gaps that the game left in the development of these wonderful characters. 1,500 words. Fire and Floods by Riona, one-shot. Sean and Daniel go on the run, and this fic covers the first day of their journey. A spot-on dissection of Sean’s feelings after the shooting. 1,500 words. life is strange 2 poems by Spotsuns, an ongoing collection of one-shots. These stories have all the oooffness of the game. The stories in here hurt. In the good way, but they hurt nonetheless. Beautiful character studies, and some heavy-duty, post-ending feel unpacking. 11,000 words. Never Stop Shining by CorazonDesnudo, in progress. During his stay in Away, Sean receives a letter from Finn with an offer to help him and Daniel cross the border. It’s a chance to come to terms with a lot of things he didn’t really process before. 11,000 words for now. Torchbearers by Riona. Ep.1’s Sean and Daniel run into Max and Chloe among the ruins of Arcadia Bay. I can definitely see this story being a moment of quiet in the game. 2,600 words. What Remains of the Diaz Family by That_one_internet_lover, completed. Lyla sneaks into the Diaz household after the brothers have disappeared. Heartbreaking oofness ensues as Lyla walks through their memories and faces her own pain. 6500 words.

#life is strange 2 #lis2 #life is strange 2 fanfiction #lis fanfiction #sean diaz #daniel diaz #i'm terrible with tags

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amintyworld · 4 years

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Oh! Oh! For the mutual thing, in relating to tss, who would be a light side and who would be a dark side? Would any of them kinda be like Virgil who changed sides? Or maybe opposite? If you wanna go further, what would they represent too?

Alright Anon, I hope you know you inspired something amazing. Mutuals, I have here Sanders Sides OCs with each and every one of you in mind, including Icons (which is why this took a while to finish). Anyway, I hope you enjoy them and feel free to draw or write with them, and maybe come up with some ideas or designs for my own (Because I couldn't figure out a good fit to make a OC for me). Here we go, and I hope you guys enjoy! <3

Let's start out with the creativity twins (Two sides of creativity):

@h-ad3s - Instinct (Dark Side)

• Instinct represents the wild, spontaneous side of creativity - like painting or writing your feelings out, when you do something just because you want to.

• Very Impulsive at times, and because of their reckless nature can get the (what do you call it? Thomas part?) 'Thomas' in trouble a lot, leading to everyone pegging them as a dark evil troublemaker

• As with their twin, Instinct can turn into a animal at will - theirs is a raccoon.

• Found late at night rummanaging through or sleeping in garbage. 'Why, Inst? You have a bed!' 'Because. The funny smells calm me, plus I wanted to.'

• Has eaten glitter, glue, bar soap, and even a ceramic mug (No one knows how they ate the mug to this day.)

• But, when feeling sad or someone else is sad, they usually are found in raccoon form cuddled up in Protection or Imagination's lap, sleeping.

@dee-ree-vee - Passion (Light Side)

• Passion represents the creating for creation's sake side of creativity. They create not based solely on emotion, but because it brings them happiness to create. Passion represents just happiness and drive for any hobby, and the drive to improve. As well as, you guessed it, passion in Relationships as well - weather it be platonic, familial, or romantic.

• Despite being told to stay away from Instinct because they're dangerous, and that they were the 'better creativity', they still try to chat and connect with them because of their past closeness feeling like family.

• They can turn into a cat at will like Instinct, and usually use the form to sneak out and meet Instinct in the 'Creativescape', a middle between the darkscape and the mindscape, where they are crowned ruler.

• They love free time of any kind, and enjoy the constant creative drive with weekends or holiday breaks, and are usually the ones who come up with gift ideas or little surprises for Friends, Family, or SOs.

• Can get overwhelmed by expectations of always doing things right and never making a mistake, in that way being slightly jealous of their twin.

• Their favorite thing to do is help make dreams with Imagination and fight off nightmares, sometimes even Instinct joining to help.

@lightyagamisqueen - Protection (Dark side)

• Protection represents Fight or Flight as well as Anxiety, but also white lies at times to take the pain away, to protect. The lies leading them to become a Dark Side.

• Has a very hard time relaxing, leading them to get burnout quite often from their overly taxing job, and Instinct, being the only other Dark Side and who knew them well would always be there to comfort when it all became a bit too much, or when Protection was so emotionally tired they broke down and cried.

• Likewise, Protection knew Instinct too well to always be there to hug and hold closely when they felt so abandoned and alone, even confessing to them once they wish they could stop the impulses but it hurts them physically to do so, and Instinct showed them their scars.

• Protection protects and stays up often at night in the real world to protect from monsters in the closet and to hold the 'Thomas' tightly when they got too scared. They live off of coffee and redbull.

• Once didn't sleep for almost two weeks for a cram finals session, and Instinct had to help them recover.

• Cannot watch horror movies, and usually gets overly anxious and worried walking home alone at night, especially in the city.

@pastel-candies - Inner Strength (Light Side)

• Inner Strength represents Hope, and Strength to keep going when things get hard, as well as Positivity and a co-gatekeeper of emotions, the other being Inner Child. But, while Child's emotions are more fuzzy and less prominant, Inner Strength's are more intense, leading them to get very emotional at times. Also they represent ignorance, pushing bad emotions or negative thoughts away, thinking they're just getting rid of them and not realizing they're repressing.

• Has plant powers that are tied to emotions, meaning if they're happy, plants will grow around them, if they're sad or angry or upset, they turn into not just killing plants but also slightly life sucking when every other side gets close.

• Is the slightly more 'moral' one than the rest in being the one to get scared and think Instinct and Protection are being more hurtful than helpful and kick them out.

• Has their own little garden with a specific flower in their room that isn't fazed with her emotions, being infused with all the emotions that were too intense to handle, good and bad. They talk to the flower and vent when things get tricky.

• When the 'Thomas' is upset, Strength usually works with Protection sometimes when things get really low, but mostly the two switch off depending on the situation.

• Lately is having regrets and confusion over kicking the other two out, but doesn't know if inviting them back will hurt the 'Thomas'

• Is protective of Passion, Reason, and Inner Child and will do anything to make sure they're safe.

• I imagine them wearing a flower crown, I dunno-

@the-duke-of-deodorant - Reason (Light Side)

• Reason represents and helps with the process of memory and new information, as well as the leader in solving any problems, math or otherwise.

• Reason values the truth above all else and makes sure the 'Thomas' knows the truth of any situation, despite and emotions they have at the moment, leaving them and Strength to butt heads a lot.

• I picture them with a black and white checkered tie...

• Geeks/Nerds out with Passion about Star Wars, Star Trek, etc. They often binge watch many movies and shows, and.. Even have their own code?

• Tries to be there during the emotional fallout Strength gets in, and usually is talking through their door, sometimes Strength's hand sneaks out when the door opens a bit for Reason to grab.

• Teaches Child about the world, leading them to grow into a pretty stable teenager, and the two share a very familial bond.

• Doesn't really understand the whole fear of Dark Sides and visits sometimes, even once helping out Protection during their burnout.

• Is prepared - always has a first aid kit handy and helped Raccoon Instinct when they got a nail stuck in their paw and couldn't transform back.

@antisocialdragonenby - Imagination (In the Middle)

• Imagination is the main gatekeeper of all dreams and daydreams, and has complete creative control in the Creative scape, making anything they imagine in their mind come to life there.

• Could have been ruler of the Creative scape but turned it down, claiming it wasn't their style. Instead they live in a treehouse and chill.

• Probably the most calm in a crisis.

• Out of the Creative scape, they have a cloud they ride on and use for many things - spying on others, viewing past dreams, and viewing made up scenarios or dream scenarios they have, as well as just a hammock to nap on.

• Is well trained with their powers, and uses their imaginative strength to fight nightmares in the dreams that seem to be finding their ways in randomly.

• Is usually the one to go to for advice or just to rant to, closely followed by Reason. This is how they find out about everyone's problems, fears, and turmoil - like how Protection thought they were the ones who caused the nightmares, and Imagination calmly explained that it had nothing to do with them, that they just appear, and that it's their job to help.

• They're fun to hang around and go on adventures with. They like specifically going on adventures with Child, but will tag along with Passion and Instinct from time to time

And finally, @if-i-had-a-spoon - Inner Child (Light Side)

• Inner Child repesents your childish side, as well as childhood memories and emotions. They're the only and first side to grow up from a child when the 'Thomas' is a teen, to a teen when the 'Thomas' is a adult. As a result they're babied sometimes and always treated as the youngest.

• They love looking at older memories and remebering them, although they panicked, figuring out the memories faded as they got older.

• Always a fan of candy, and squeals at cute pet and baby clothes, even making small accessories and gifts for Raccoon Instinct, whom they called 'The trash gremlin' when they were a toddler, and for Cat Passion, whom they just called 'Pretty'.

• Always tries to hold onto stuff from childhood, especially the "Thomas" 's old teddy bear, which they have a copy of for comfort.

• Now, as a teen, they love to write poetry and draw little baby animal sketches, and listen to MCR.

• Responsible for reminencing during random times.

• Although they look young, they're just as capable and smart as the others, fighting for the 'Thomas' to be truly happy, and to be there for everyone, light or dark side.

• I picture them with light purple headphones...

And that's everyone! I hope you guys like them!

#the mutual gang #mutual gang #sander sides #sanders sides #sanders sides ocs #asks #answers #ask the minty #send me a fandom and I'll tell you what characters my mutuals will be!

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nerdycatastrophe · 3 years

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Idk did some pixel art and I’m now gonna attach my danganronpa fancharacter biographies because I can :DD (sprite edits, character details and designs are subject to change btw and this very post will be re-blogged everytime I edit something.)

W/ SCARF AND BEANIE

Name and Talent:

Ikani Rinyu, Ultimate Digital/Multimedia Artist

Birth Date and Age:

February 13, 16 years old

Race and Ethnicity:

Polynesian Japanese // Filipino Japanese

Accent:

Japanese, just...japanese.

Blood Type:

A+

Weight and Height:

128 lbs, 5'2 ft

Mental or Physical disorders:

Recovering Pyromaniac (I’m still researching about Inattentive ADHD and if this oc has accurate symptoms) and Peptic Ulcer

Sex, Pronouns and Gender identity:

Biologically Female, Prefer She/Her/Herself & They/Them/Themself or any pronouns & Demi-girl

Sexual and Romantic orientation:

Asexual Biromantic

Religion / Belief:

Agnostic

Other Hobbies:

Cooking, Baking, Making things out of matchsticks and wood and Drawing traditionally.

Likes:

Making digital artworks, playing with match sticks and flowers.

Loves:

The idea of setting things on fire or being around fire (for emotional reasons and urges) and warmth.

Dislikes:

Theft-related activity, acidic food and seafood.

Despises:

The idea of water and feeling cold.

Personality type and traits: ISFP

(INTROVERTED;SENSING;FEELER;PERCEIVING)

Personality description:

Ikani is mostly self-aware of reality’s hardships yet tend to keep up an ‘’whatever goes, is what happen and I cannot potentially do anything to change that.’’ carefree, reckless, will only believe when she has seen attitude that pretends to be a healthy optimistic nihilist way of dealing with life but when unmasked turns out to be a faulty uncertain self-hate of pessimism that pretends to be optimistic or a realist way of thinking and solving problems. This can badly affects her creative ability to do any problem solving, thinking outside the box or standing up for herself and the people she loves alone unless she has encountered that situation before or has help from someone with far more experience. She does not rebel that much to authority or dictatorship as she believes rules are rules or the law is the law and whatever unintended consequences that follow or reports of abuse of power are normal and natural but she’s open-minded and adaptable enough to consider changing rules and regulations peacefully if she’s convinced or confident enough. Either way, Whatever happens is whatever happens in the present and she won’t make any effort to neither change or preserve any rules or laws that much. She, most of the time, follows whatever happens in the present world with no consideration for the consequences that would follow because she doesn’t like to think philosophically or overthink.

Habits:

Stimming, flapping hands around, running around in circles when stressed, excited, happy, confused or afraid if she can’t bottle up her emotions, Running away from problems as much as possible (literally and figuratively) and bottling up her feelings. Also tends to get distracted and daydreams a lot yet when it’s her turn to talk about herself she goes a little overboard which can put off people and assume she is selfish. (when it’s just a habit she does)

Character morality alignment:

Lawful Neutral <-> Neutral Good

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 1:

Ikani Rinyu once translated from Japanese to English respectively means ‘’How’’ and ‘’Renew’’ forming the phrase, ‘’How renew.’’

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 2:

Mess with the letters on Ikani and you’ll get ‘’Ikanai’’ which means ‘’Don’t go’’ referring to her brother, ‘’Ika’’ which means ‘’not exceeding’’, ‘’Kanai’’ which means ‘’Flower’’, ‘’Kani’’ which means ‘’crab’’, ‘’Ikan’’ which means ‘’Fish’’, ‘’Ani’’ which is another term for ‘’brother’’ and ‘’Ni’’ which means ‘’to go’’

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 3:

Mess with the letters on Rinyu and you’ll get ‘’Rin’’ which means ‘’Cold’’ in Japanese and ‘’Dignified’’ or ‘’Severe’’ in Italian, ‘’Inu’’ which means ‘’Dog’’, and ‘’Rinu’’ which can mean ‘’Freelance of flowers’’ and ‘’Beautiful’’ or ‘’Pretty’’ in Indian.

Zodiac and Planet:

She is an Aquarius and is assigned the planet Uranus based on her zodiac.

Backstory:

Ikani Rinyu was born as a second child to a worker class family (Rinyu family) who mostly had time for her. Many years went by and her parents had to focus on things they deemed far more important in order to sustain a family with regular income. Her family’s income condition worsened when the day before Ikani 7th birthday, She, her brother and her parents were robbed of a lot of yen at gun-point by a gang after they went to the store and bought a digital tablet for her as a gift (because they felt as if they were neglecting Ikani because of work). After the incident happened, Ikani's mother divorced with her husband because it turned out that Ikani's father had connections with the gang that robbed them and never told her about it. Another reason for her parents divorce is that both of her father and mother had an underlying conflict in which both were never really interested in each other and only agreed to marry back when they were friends so that they can decrease their tax and avoid debt and they both felt guilty about divorcing each other because both felt that they were selfish with their underlying mutual motivations for marriage, they were still saving up money and investing and couldn’t afford to divorce early, and that divorcing will affect their children greatly if they will be honest about it to them at an early age (suprise suprise, bottling up your feelings worsens everything, yourself and everyone around you). This robbery incident went mainstream after the time Ikani’s mother divorced Ikani’s father and her remaining family was secretly interviewed by a group of ''journalists'' and this is how (insert academy name) found and scouted Ikani just so they can replace and -cover up an ultimate's death.- So her mom and the group of journalists made a contract in exchange for financial gain and basically free education for Ikani and her brother and also medical + financial insurance. Ikani started setting things on fire (mostly flowers, sticks and wood) on ‘’accident’’ just to gain attention from her busy mom, brother and everyone else she was close to and was forming a relationship with, in which her ‘’habits’’ slowly spiralled and developed into impulsive Pyromania because she felt that she was never loved enough + with her parents divorce taking a toll on her (her brother tried to help but also didn't know what to do and was busy with their own school). Around this time, she also felt like eating would decrease her family's money greatly so she tried skipped eating snacks at school but not basic meals yet she still developed peptic ulcer. On her 11th birthday, Ikani’s brother finally took a stand and consulted a ‘’reliable’’ therapist/psychiatrist and a dietician (who helped with the insert academy's goals) despite it being expensive and discouraged by her mom. Her therapist/psychiatrist then noted to her parents that Ikani should focus more on expressing her emotions in more artistic and creative ways in order to cope with her bottled up emotions, trauma and urges and using the digital tablet she got at age 7 when everything was still relatively alright should be a good head start. Her dietician also helped her with resolving her peptic ulcer and convinced her that she shouldn't feel bad about eating extra snacks and set out a diet for her to follow. Soon, The academy’s contract money given to her parents was enough to sustain her creative urges as Ikani eventually learned to create moving and still digital artworks including complex 3d and photography by simply using her tablet that had limited features over the years despite her age as she contributed to many famous and iconic company logos, designs, presentations, artworks, animations, movies, edits and videos that are found in the media. Over the years, Ikani secretly wished that the contract would stop as that diverted corporate's financial wants for themselves because of her hidden relations with the academy journalists and she wishes she was never born and regretted that time she was too ''needy'' at age 7 (she shouldn't blame herself though) but never took her own ground against it to her mom as she felt like she was selfish for wanting to do something her mom didn't desire so she ended up ONLY EVER venting her emotions through her work/hobby and sometimes forgot how to express her emotions.

Reasons for acting the way she does during the killing game:

The reason why she doesn’t vent her emotions and only bottles it up during the killing game is because just like in the original Danganronpa series, Monokuma would confiscate your belongings that allowed access to communicating with the outside world (and it just turned out her only venting item was a digital tablet that would probably screw up Monokuma) Also, it’s because the idea of ‘’Survival of the Fittest.’’, ‘’Being weak will kill you.’’ and ‘’No time for crying because it is not yet over’’ is in her head all the time + fear of being impulsive again and accidentally resurfacing her Pyromania and basically rendering her brother’s efforts to help her with her problems useless so yeah she’s guilty of wanting to feel emotions so she eventually becomes numb to the things happening around her. All of these are her ways of justifying being emotionless, being unintentionally ignorant and coping with loss and grief in a dangerous game that could kill you any moment.

Student percentile, Predictability and chances:

>Gets killed normally: 30%

>Punished and killed for breaking rules OR due to unfair trial misconduct shenanigans because plot: 4.6%

>ATTEMPTED to murder someone: 20%

>Blackened AND escapes: 10.5%

>Blackened BUT executed: 25.5 %

>Killed someone BUT died during or before their murder trial: 9%

>Betrays everyone as the MASTERMIND: 1.5 %

>Betrays everyone as the MOLE // TRAITOR: 5.7 %

>Survives the killing game as an forever evil MOLE // TRAITOR // MASTERMIND in the killing game: 0.8 %

> Survives the killing game as a redeemed MOLE // TRAITOR // MASTERMIND in the killing game: 0.3 %

>Survives the killing game as a normal person in the killing game: 35%

W/ VISION CORRECTING VISORS

2. W/ VISION CORRECTING READING GLASSES

3. N/A EYEWEAR

Name and Talent:

Cyl Bol // Cyden Boliver ^ Ultimate Arcade Attendant

Birth Date and Age:

July 9 ^ 15 years old

Race and Ethnicity:

Dutch Japanese

Accent:

Russian mixed with Dutch and Japanese

Blood Type:

B-

Weight and Height:

100 lbs ^ 5'5 ft

Mental or Physical disorders:

Developing schizophrenia symptoms (I’m still researching on this so I’m not sure) and PAPD (Passive-Aggressive Disorder) and has genetic Albinism + Astigmatism.

Sex, Pronouns and Gender identity:

Biologically male, Any pronouns but They/Them/Themself and He/Him/Himself are preferred, Gender-fluid

Sexual and Romantic orientation:

Toric // Quadrisan or Viramoric

Religion / Belief:

Reformed // Progressive Judiasm (yeah, this the correct term-)

Other Hobbies:

Debate, Internet surfing, Meditation, Reading philosophical/theology books, Practicing first-aid methods and crushing herbs.

Likes:

Salt, Bread, Dieting (fasting), Figs, Bread, Wheat and Grains, Krupnik with meat

Loves:

Philosophy, Theology, Basic human rights, Debating, Eating Chopped Liver

Dislikes:

The taste of pork (im sorry for adding this if it feels a little bit racist but I genuinely hate pork and I wanted to add it to a character that fits it the most without being too ignorant and stereotypical while still making the character that dislikes pork have an actual personality and backstory other than just RELIGION stuff. keep in mind this character hates pork not because it’s ‘’unholy’’, it’s because it tastes horrible for them), Immature // Karen customers, His own talent, Seeds, Human contact, Getting sick and parties/social celebrations.

Despises:

Strict people, Strict rules, Strict regulations, Dense and stubborn optimists, Peer pressure, Being taunted for being weak // frail, The sun’s warmth and sunlight, Going outside, Backstabbers and being manipulated.

Personality type and traits: INTP

(INTROVERTED;INTUITIVE;THINKING;PERCEIVING)

Personality description:

Really really intentionally and maybe unintentionally paranoid, superstitious, ‘’weird’’ passive-aggressive and lonely since it's his way of avoiding unnecessary conversations that could drain out his energy for him to save up on topics he deems far more important (philosophy + theology) and people that could potentially hurt him again unless they specifically ask him or want something from him for a short // limited amount of time and say it extremely extremely politely to the point where he feels pity or someone out-smarts his passive-aggressiveness causing Cyl to do your favor immediately out of embarrassment, anger, frustration or getting flustered. Most of the time, Cyl has a rather nihilistic and pessimistic (but sometimes, realistic and optimistic at times) views and mindsets of life and would rather die rather than following strict regulations // rules. Although he is a passive type of Nihilist and knows there isn’t that much value in life despite searching it (even with religion), He still is sort of a coward and ends up helping other people out of pity, jealousy, admiration or respect and will still be willing to fight for people’s rights things society deems unworthy despite the odds and his diminishing motivation on doing so. Cyl prefers to be individualistic, thoughtful, overthink for hours, alone and free when it comes to him making decisions or going onto places. Although he’s an INTP, He allows his emotions to run wild at times (even if in the process, hurting other people whether he realizes it or not) which allows him to make thoughtfully calculated decisions without having the burden of emotions and mood. Because of his defiance against the norms, He can usually think outside the box and think of solutions quick enough to solve an underlying problem on time in an creative yet messy analytical manner. Also yeah he struggles following rules.

Habits:

Praying a bit too much than usual, Rapidly cleaning visor goggles // reading glasses even when not needed, Limping hands and fingers to relax hand tendons, muscles and bones and tugging at Hanukkah snow cap when embarrassed / flustered.

Character moral alignment:

Chaotic Neutral

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 1:

Cyl is an abbreviation of ‘’Cylinder’’ which indicates the lens power your doctor is prescribing to correct your astigmatism (and this oc has astigmatism)

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 2:

Bol can be an abbreivation for Broek Op Langedijk (a dutch town), Beacon of light, Bread of Life, Bolivia’s (sounds like Boliver) ISO Country code, Beginning Of Life and Balls Of Light (paranormal phenominon associated with crop circles) Name Etymology and Shenanigans 3:

Cyden is of English origin and means "To stand strong and be brave together as one" and Cayden is of American origin and means ‘’Fighter’’

Name Etymology and Shenanigans 4:

Bolivar is the name of the South American soldier that had a country (Bolivia) dedicated to him. Oliver is a boy name that means ‘’Descendant Of The Ancestor’’ in English, In latin it means Olive (symbol of peace); peaceful. Olive is a girl’s name meaning ‘’Olive tree’’ and is another symbol of peace.

Zodiac and Planet:

He is a Cancer and is assigned the ‘planet’ moon based on their zodiac.

Backstory:

N/A (ITS ALMOST 2 AM LOL MAYBE TOMORROW)

Student percentile, Predictability and chances:

N/A (ITS ALMOST 2 AM LOL MAYBE TOMORROW)

#Ikani Rinyu #Cyl Bol #Cyden Boliver #Ultimate Multi-Media Artist #Ultimate Arcade Attendant #Danganronpa : Even in Digital Equality #Danganronpa Pixel Art sprite #Danganronpa #Danganronpa Fancharacters #Danganronpa OCs

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: @battleshell ; we all care blue, u do, i do, we all do tagging: holy shit my whole dash because exorbitantly long memes are the BEST. i aint even sarcastic when i say that, i love this kind of shit. u GOTTA do it.

my muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [ he is in two fandoms, in fact. he is both a fan-favorite from super mario rpg, the very first in the line of mario rpgs we’ve gotten over the years, and a pretty popular smash bros. request. he even got a mii costume in 4 and a spirit in ultimate as a result of the love. he’s very beloved, to the point that i’d, even as a geno fan myself, deem him a bit overrated. why? b/c where is all the love for all the other smrpg characters!!! they are all good. i love them all. ]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [ i mean ?? i’ve met and seen many people who have/had crushes on geno so ??????? but i don’t think it’s like. that. ghfskjhgsg??? ]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [ oh yes, he is undeniably very strong, both in personality and in battle. he is often seen as the level-headed straight man of the party in smrpg (which, in the case of my geno, is... semi-applicable LMAO), a star spirit with unwavering bravery and confidence. his in-battle stats are also pretty crazy, favoring geno as a glass cannon and enemy sweeper. he is also the only character in the game to have a move that will insta-kill any enemy besides bosses. well, and exor. idk why exor, but there ya go. needless to say, pretty much everyone in the fandom agrees that geno is a powerful mfer. why wouldn’t a literal, living star be? ]

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. [ as i mentioned before, there is no shortage of him being underrated in the fanbase. i’d even say he’s a little overrated. some people treat smrpg as ‘that game with geno in it’ rather than everything else it has going for it. i love star boye as much as the next gal, but pls appreciate smrpg as a whole. it’s such a vibrant game with a colorful world of characters to love. ]

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO. [ he is actually, completely central to the plot. the subtitle of smrpg is legend of the seven stars, which directly relates to geno’s core mission: to find the seven star pieces and restore star road. the rest of the gang had different ambitions, but they all ended up banding together over geno’s objective. one could argue he mostly is the exposition-granter and could be replaced with anyone else, but i feel he’s irreplaceable. smrpg would be so different without him, like it or not. ]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ i wouldn’t say he is the protagonist, obviously, as that is very much mario’s spot. that being said, he is a pretty obvious deuteragonist for smrpg, given how much the plot revolves around him. he’s relevant to mario, for sure, as well as peach, mallow, and bowser. he’s relevant to many characters beyond them. he represents the fight for everyone’s wishes to be able to come true. he’s, uh... very relevant rofl. ]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [ the star spirits are somewhat known in the mario universe as entities capable of granting wishes, kinda like fabled gods with a tinge more evidence and reality to them. geno himself isn’t a known name, not like the seven star spirits of star haven, but his people are decently known. he, however, is not. ]

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ he is basically the epitome of ‘good’ until you overthink star society like i do lol. not all wishes can be granted, what constitutes as a ‘good wish’ is subjective, why some good wishes still can’t be granted anyway, etc. it puts him more towards neutral good with a dash of lawful and an undercurrent of chaotic, given his rebellion against his superiors. ]

How strictly do you follow canon? — i mean, it isn’t hard to be strict to mario canon when there isn’t that much of a foundation to work with anyway lol. it’s all rather simplistic until you get into the nitty gritty of it ??? that said, geno is built on a lot of headcanon. like, a lot a lot. star society and its rules for star spirits of his kind, his relationship with rosalina (a matronly figure), his relationship with the seven star spirits, the fleshing-out of his basic personality traits shown in smrpg, etc.? headcanon upon headcanon.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — a star possessing the form of a children’s toy, like toy story but with more cosmic pew-pew. a chill and sassy guy still learning the ways of how earth (and other planets) work on a more intimate level, meaning there will be lots of adorkable moments as this curious one makes discoveries. sometimes attempts to innovate with what he learns to be ‘ahead of the curve’, leading to interesting results. (he likes to sip bubble tea, but replace the tapioca pearls with star bits. good result. mopping a counter-top because it would be ‘more efficient’? not-so-good result, got him lots of stares.) straight outta the 90′s, so be ready some of that rad 90′s slang and know-how from back in the day. (what do u mean they’re bringing back dunkaroos? that’d mean they stOPPED MAKING THEM?!?) very intrigued with new technology, became stuck to his smartphone upon discovering them, fell into the time-sink that is animal videos on youtube. he’s humble and likes to relax, have a good time, and relax w/ the squad. video games, netflix binges, the whole nine yards, he’s gotchu. he is a hell of a fighter and loves to fight, as well. help him push his abilities, and he’ll help you with yours. likes being a little shit for fun, only to an extent (harmless moments of impishness, not serious, hurtful pranks). has a sense of humor that is easy to tickle, even with stupid dad jokes and classic puns. the brother-friend that will fire lasers at ur enemies for u. likes to play violin. cute. super cutie. v. tiny in his star form. almost five whole feet of sparkly, twinkly fun. likes super soakers.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — despite intrigue to learn more about the world around him, there is only so much that he does know. societal norms are often beyond him, and there are just so, so many earth hobbies he is not aware of. without handing him a bone, it makes him a little more limited than someone who’s more savvy. he is prime slice-of-life material, but that may also make things rather dull in an rp without an extra twist to spice things up. (thankfully, his being a total SNOT sometimes helps with that.) in canon and strictly in canon, geno doesn’t really have much personality, something that this geno has plenty more fleshed out. a good chunk of fandom finds him to be incredibly boring and droll, to which i personally disagree, as there are little things in smrpg that hint towards him having more to explore.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — funnily enough, seeing smash bros. fandom railing on geno fans + hyping him up all at the same time made me revisit smrpg after having only played it as a teenager. i expected geno to be a boring slate of nothing like fandom often portrays him, but i found that i was terribly wrong. with a newfound perspective on him, noting little details that defied my expectations for this li’l guy, i decided to give him a geno whirl and see what kind of expansion i could do with his character. the amount of lore i came up with him and started wondering about piled on and on and on, and i realized that he had so much more potential than what nintendo and square properly tapped into. (some of it is also a matter of being timely, though, meaning later mario materials such as rosalina, star haven, etc.) i wanted to flex out that potential and see how much i could fill this little doll up with, and lo and behold, i rp him today with extensive amounts of development poured into him with love. to put it simply, there was so much untapped potential that i wanted to share with the world, to show geno the love and in-depth exploration that he deserved, to show that he was more than what he was given.

What keeps your inspiration going? — chattering about mario lore with pals, whether it relates to geno or not, reading, watching shows or videos that remind me of him, learning more about cosmology and the universe we live in (and boy, i’ve learned a lot of neat stuff!), revisiting my childhood (the 90′s) since it’s very geno-appropriate, drawing The Boye, literally anything to do with playing, watching, or doing ANYTHING with smrpg/paper mario 64/smg1&2, and probs a lot more. i’ve got a lot of fuel in me for this guy lol.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ on one hand, of course i hope that i do! on the other hand, i mean... nintendo and square don’t do jack for him, so i think almost anyone can do him more justice than they have, lbr. it’s... not hard... :’) ]

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ ok i gotta just copy-paste what blue said in her response because my god, she nailed it: “you know when you have a concept and in your own mind you can see it clearly, without fuzziness or confusion, but you can’t seem to put it clearly into words without it turning into an essay because you need to connect all the other points that’s in the single concept you envisioned? yea.” basically, this but in spades, because i have a huge amount of headcanon and lore that i’ve either not gotten around to writing about yet or am purposefully staving off (wink wink). i have written a lot for him, though! it’s just... comparatively so little to what all i’ve thought up over-time. ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO [ not! often! enough!!! ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ all i know is fine dining, breathing, and adorkable starman. ]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ funny enough, i’m pretty damn confident in my portrayal, albeit still very modest. i mean, i am at least confident that i give depth to a character that had so little, and i feel like geno is just... real. (not literally ofc i mean like, he FEELS realistic.) he’s got character perks, character flaws, strengths, weaknesses, personal issues, ongoing obstacles, relatable themes where appropriate, interests, knowledge (or lack thereof), daily routines... i could go on. if nothing else, i at least feel good about trying to make geno feel less like some exposition character and more like a person. considering he wants to achieve personhood that most of his kind never gets to find, it’s oddly poetic lmao. ]

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. [ eehhhhh. i mean, i guess it’s fiiiIIINE, but i often feel like i lack a certain pizzazz, something that’ll keep people interested and intrigued with what i write, giving enough material for them to adequately bounce back. on the same token, i like to babble with my prose, so i often worry about going on and on and on way too much. stale, quantity over quality, substance-less writing is what i fuss over the most. ;; ]

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / SORTA. [ sensitive to empathy and other peoples’ emotions, yes. i’m an insanely empathetic person, and i have a lot of love to give. that said, with only few exceptions, i have a pretty iron-clad skin. sometimes, i daresay it’s to the point that i often misjudge what other people can take, and i feel i can end up being too harsh and forward. that being said, it is also a good thing at times. harsh or not, if i feel a certain way about something, i make that shit known and i make it known as loud as it necessarily should be. i don’t beat around the bush; rather, if i have a beef, i will make that beef known. consequently, if i have love to give, you damn well better be ready to swim in a pool of hearts and your favorite kind of cookie (if applicable). ]

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — as long as it isn’t complaints with lack of substance/reasoning, yes! even if i may not always agree and may take things with a grain of salt, i am insanely receptive to criticism, even over the pickiest things. it’s something i’ve grown used to due to prior rp venues being particularly harsh. i will never throw a fit or act like a child if there is something i could do better with geno. in fact, there always will be! i’m not perfect, and i love to hear about ways i can improve and do better. it’s paramount in a hobby like this.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — LET’S-A FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — sure, i’d love to know! it can make for some neat conversation!! c:

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — that’s a’ight. i’m sure there are things about my geno that won’t resonate with everyone, especially given he’s a very sentimental character for old fogies like me lol. as long as there is no disrespect thrown this way, it’s all good. this stuff is subjective, after all.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — oh, a lot of people really hate geno lol, but i’m guessing this means personal portrayal only. in such a case, i would be curious as to why, admittedly, but i acknowledge that i am not owed anyone’s reasoning. if they really, absolutely hate my geno, then it’s their prerogative, whether they want to give a reason why or not. again, it’s all good unless immaturity and disrespect rears its head. i won’t tolerate that and will ignore any such behavior.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — sure, it happens to the best of us!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — i’d like to think that i am! i’ve often had people tell me that i’m very nice and mature, but of course, i have no right to say how i come off to other people. that is not in my territory to judge, only theirs. that being said, it’s not easy to upset me or anger me, and i’m more often willing to listen and pal around than not. i’m the living embodiment of (shrug). i am just (shrug).

#★ ; ( ooc. )#★ ; ( meme. )#★ ; ( headcanon. )#WHHHHOOOOOHHHHH THIS WAS A BLST #THANK U AGAIN BLUE I LOVE THIS

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

Hoo boy, this is gonna be a big one.

Thanks for the Ask anon! Big love. <3

Ven’fir (Sith Warrior) is a larger-than-life kind of guy. He’s brash, loud, immature and insensitive, and is absolutely terrible at hiding it. He’s the epitome of an extrovert. Outside of battle he’s laid back and oddly friendly for a Sith, which unnerves those who don’t know him. In battle, he’s brutal, vicious and relentless. He’s not a sadist, but he enjoys the thrill of the hunt and the fun of a challenging fight.

Friends: Ven is laid-back, playful and energetic, and often a bit... much. He’s completely shameless and often embarrassing, which means that people frequently find him a little too much to handle, even if he wants to be friends. He has a very loose definition of friendship too, as he considers anyone who he’s had a pleasant ten minute conversation with (and who hasn’t actively attempted his murder) to be his friend. This backfires on him often.

Family: This is a tricky one, as his family is somewhat of a sore subject with him. A Force sensitive alien, he was adopted at a very young age by a Sith matriarch as a novelty, and when that novelty wore off he was dumped with a veritable army of nannies, servants and tutors. Lonely and spoiled, he acted out for attention and generally raised hell to get his mother to notice him. Fast forward to the schism between him and Darth Baras when the latter attempted to kill him, and he found himself disowned after a smear campaign by his former master upon discovering that his apprentice wasn’t actually dead yet. That was the last straw, and he never forgave his family. He hasn’t spoken to them since founding the Alliance.

Strangers: To strangers, Ven’fir is a bit of an unnerving character. Surprisingly friendly and open for a Sith, he tends to lean towards somewhat mean spirited teasing and flirtation, putting on his public persona as the untouchable, unflappable rogue. Vette often has to step in when his teasing crosses the line into meanness, and he trusts her judgement. He comes across as a hurricane of a figure, all energy and fire. This intimidates many people, even those who he doesn’t mean to frighten.

Children: Ask Ven when he was younger and he sound say that children were annoying, gross and they cramped his style. Ask him after he grew up some, and he would say that they are adorable and just as immature as he is, and he wants one. Maybe two. Three?

He very much wants children of his own, and this scares Vette when she thinks about the trouble a legion of children raise by Ven’fir could cause.

With children he is kind, playful and indulgent. He will never be the authoritative voice, but he will sneak chocolate and treats for them after dinner.

Lover: Well, this one is a difficult one.

When he was younger, Ven was a bit of a rogue. He slept with anyone that interested him, but they never were able to hold his attention for long before he got bored of them. He was selfish, conceited and spoiled, and partied his way through the academy in a whirlwind of indulgences. Booze, stims and sex, he desperately tried to stave off the feeling of loneliness with more excess.

When he met Malavai Quinn, he decided that he wanted the man in his bed. He was pretty, and at the time, that was all that mattered.

He flirted. He teased. He charmed. He failed.

Eventually, he all but dragged the officer to his bed, not seeing or understanding the horrendous imbalance of power in their dynamic and the thousand little ways Quinn was saying ‘no’ without actually using the word for fear of the expected Sith punishment.

When events finally made him realise what he had done, he was horrified. He had used the Captain like a toy, assuming that his feelings were reciprocated without ever actually looking to see if they were. Consumed by guilt, he took a long, hard look at himself and didn’t like what he saw.

Eventually, he changed and the Captain began to forgive him. It was much later when he forgave himself, but the two began a cautious, mutually fond relationship.

Older and wiser, he calmed down and tempered himself, becoming someone much less forceful and selfish (although he still needs to be reminded now and then...). He and Quinn are polar opposites, which causes no little friction, but for the most part, they fit. He’s kinder and more considerate, although he remains a shameless rogue and flirt. He’s not a possessive person, and is simply happy to have someone care about him. He demands a lot of attention, but not consciously. His boundless energy and slightly clingy affection means that he’s quite all-encompassing, and often borders on tiring for his partner. Quinn, the consummate introvert, is the patient sort, but regularly needs a break from his ridiculous, rambunctious energy. Ven’fir doesn’t mind this as long as he can occupy himself, and they are both old enough to understand they need a break from each other now and then.

So... that was long. Oops. I wish I could draw so that I could put up some proper content about my SWTOR verse and it’s assorted OCs, but my drawing skills are akin to those of a carrot.

I loved writing this, so thanks again Anon!

#swtor #For The Sky #Ven'fir #OC #asks

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powered-by-paranoia · 5 years

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Of Mutual Trust and Other Myths | Chapter 1

Chapter 2

genre: angst, fluff, slow burn, (eventual) smut

pairing: Loki x OC // Loki x Reader

summary: A long time ago, when the telephone had barely been invented on Midgard, a secret organization made a pact with a powerful Asgardian figure. After twenty years of training, the organization's best agent was smuggled into Asgard, as one of the terms of the pact. The woman ends up working undercover as a librarian, and patiently waits for opportunities to dig her claws into the inner politics and circles of Asgard. But despite all the magic tricks, how trustworthy can a human weapon really be, when the humanity starts to show?

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Chapter One: Fools Rush In

“I wish there was an easier way, child. You know how I hate to watch you suffer.”

The man’s fingers cupped her cheek, as if prepared to catch any tears that would fall. Her blue eyes looked right into his soul, but there were no tears building up. She looked at him with an expression that said nothing.

“What a relief it is for you, then… that you won’t have to be watching me for quite a while.”

If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought it was a bitter remark. But her soulless eyes only confirmed that her training had been a success. She played the role perfectly – the way she formulated the response and how she voiced it. Everything about her was perfect. Even if he’d probably never see her again, neither chose to bring it up.

“You are humanity’s only hope. Take pride in that,” he continued. The woman’s gaze lowered, and he slid his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him in some sort of a hug. “Sleep well, Lo. Don’t let me down,” he eventually said, before letting go and stepping out of her room. He knew he wouldn’t get an answer from her. He knew her too well.

Of course she wouldn’t let him down. Of course she wouldn’t let humanity down.

While Annette Hanshaw was singing ‘My Sin’ on the radio, the woman put her dark blonde hair into a bun, lifted the window, and lit herself a Lucky. The wind rushed into the room, making her long satin robe flutter behind her before she could sit on the threshold and pin it down. She inhaled the smoke, knowing it was the last cigarette she’d ever get to smoke. It only made her draw more passionately from it. She stared absently at the moon while the radio played in the background. It was the last time she’d get to listen to jazz.

“ …You've found your happiness

And your love is over, too

But my sin is just the same

I'm still– ”

The song ended abruptly after she elegantly pressed two fingers against the radio button.

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A few weeks later in the Asgardian Palace...

There was an unsettling humming in the library, probably caused by the wind that blew through both open windows, but Dolores didn’t give it much thought – not even enough to bother closing one of them. She was absently dusting off a shelf, somewhere near the main entrance of the library, but with her back turned to the massive double doors. And as she rearranged a book that seemed to stick out a little more than the others, her eyes fell upon the title of another one, next to it. ‘Creation of Midgard,’ it read, though in a language that everyone back home called Old Norse. It struck her that if she ever referred to it as ‘Earth’, or to the language spoken here as ‘Old Norse’, everything she had worked towards for almost twenty years would have just gone to waste.

Her training had begun since early age, when she was but a kid hiding in sewers or pickpocketing in order to survive – so one could easily say it was the only thing she had known for most of her life. Lying had come naturally to her, even though she had been chosen mostly for her resemblance to the Asgardians. In time, Dolores had managed to lick into shape the necessary skills for this mission, learn the language and customs of Asgard, as well as memorize the basics of each domain – history, medicine, technology, much to the pleasure of her father.

While her boss wasn’t exactly her father, as she often called him, Dolores did see him as a father figure, since he was the only person close enough to call family. He was the one that had taken her off the streets, offered her food and, most importantly, a purpose. It only came naturally that she would end up wanting to please him, no matter what. Besides, she was doing this for the whole world.

However, she had never met the Asgardian that had contributed to everything. He had never directly coached her or spoken to her. She had heard his voice once, through the telephone, when she had to be assessed. If it hadn’t been for his approval, she would never have ended up on Asgard. But even while being taken to Asgard, she had to be sedated, in order ‘to keep the spell intact’.

It didn’t really phase the woman, besides the fact that she had no certainty if her father had successfully gotten rid of the Asgardian. He had confessed to her that was his plan for after her transport. But since it had already been a few weeks and nobody had come searching for her, it could only mean everything was still going according to plan. Dolores held that thought for a few moments; she realized she didn’t really know how many weeks had passed.

Her short moment of spacing out was interrupted by one of the doors creaking behind her. To that, she didn’t turn around, but just kept dusting off the shelves, hoping that whoever had entered would know how to find what they were looking for. Unfortunately, she heard the footsteps coming closer to her, until they eventually stopped right next to her. She turned her head to look at the visitor, while still maneuvering the cloth.

“I have never seen you around,” the man stated. Before she got the chance to answer, he added, “Where is Rangvald?” He was referring to the old librarian. While she could clearly distinguish a faint smile on his face, she didn’t really feel like returning it in any form. Instead, she went back to focusing on the dust again.

Her response came accompanied by a neutral tone, “Resting. We work in shifts now.” A short moment of silence followed, during which she could feel the man’s eyes fixated on her. She left the cloth on the shelf and eventually offered him her full attention. “Can I help you?” The man raised an eyebrow, his faint smile now having turned into a smirk. His long, black hair framed his pale complexion in a way that made his blue eyes seem even more piercing, but she wasn’t analyzing him like one would analyze a painting, she was merely trying to figure out who he was. There was a glimpse of superiority emanating from him, which only helped her put two and two together, so she continued the question by addressing him directly, “…Loki?”

“So you know who I am. For a moment there, I thought I’d have to introduce myself, judging by your tone.” Of course he’d react that way.

“My tone was in no way meant to be insulting,” she countered. “I apologize if it came out that way.”

Again, there was a brief moment of silence before he turned his back to her and slowly started to walk away. Dolores kept her eye on him, however, but when she decided she could go back to work, the man stopped. She watched him from the corner of her eyes as he only seemed to look around. But then, he broke the silence.

“What’s your name?”

It would have been a lie to say she hadn’t practiced this moment over and over again, until she had almost convinced herself that she was telling the truth. “Ingrid,” she said, not too quickly, nor too late. Knowing she was facing the one and only god of lies, as was one of his aliases back on Earth, did not exactly make her confidence skyrocket. She had eventually learned that she could easily mask that by acting indifferent. So indifferent she became, turning her attention back to her task.

Loki realized that, which made him turn around. He had not sensed any kind of emotion coming from her, which intrigued him slightly. It was expected she would either be nervous or excited to meet him. He was, after all, Loki Odinson. Not everyone had the chance to have a one on one conversation with him. Instead, the woman was just casually minding her business, as if she had met some regular peasant.

“And how long have you been here for?” he continued the questioning.

“A few weeks.”

It almost felt as if someone was repeatedly slamming a door in his face, something he was not used to. As a natural reaction, Loki resorted to the advantage he had over her. “I want you to find this and bring it to me,” he said in a demanding voice, while making a small piece of paper appear into his palm out of thin air. But Ingrid only turned around to look at him when she realized he wouldn’t walk towards her to hand her the piece of paper, thus missing the display of magic. She rapidly walked in front of him and read the title written on the note.

“Sure. I’ll be right back,” she said, already starting to walk away.

“No, you’ll bring it to my chambers.”

She stopped and turned to look at him. “I don’t know where your chambers are.”

He grinned softly as he explained to her how to get there. It seemed bizarre that his chambers were so disconnected and underground, but there was not much she could question. While she knew the plans of the public side of the palace by heart, private chambers and the like had been omitted during her training. Once Loki had finished explaining, she nodded and watched him walk away. Maybe there was something about that grin that made her doubt he was telling the truth.

Since he had not exactly insisted on delivering the book in a short amount of time, Ingrid took her time to finish what she had started, before going to the back of the library to search for the location of the book. She opened the registry book and began searching for the index, not really focusing on the subject of the book. It was only on her way through the dark halls of the palace that she started to wonder what could possibly interest him in a book on botanical arts.

Following Loki’s instructions, she ended up two floors underground, on a dark hallway that was barely being lit by a small torch. It wasn’t enough to fully light up the other end of the hallway, so by the time she got there, Ingrid’s eyes had to adjust to the darkness and she had to guide herself based on the shadows. When she finally reached the wooden door, the rumbling noise coming from behind it signaled that it may not be such a good idea, but she knocked on it nevertheless.

“Come in.”

It was clearly Loki’s voice, but something about it seemed off, as if it had an unusual echo. It wasn’t evident, so she dismissed it, thinking it was just her mind being too paranoid. She searched for the handle and pressed it, pulling the door towards her, and the faint rumbling noise stopped. However, the room was pitch black, and she didn’t quite know what to do. Stepping inside was just too much after all the uncertainty that led her there.

Before she could make a decision, the rumbling reappeared, only this time louder, and it rapidly transformed into a growl. She shrieked when a pair of glowing yellow eyes emerged from the darkness, along with an immense set of sharp teeth. Her reaction came quick enough to drop the book and focus her whole energy on shifting behind the door and trying to push it back, but the creature’s head was stuck in-between. It kept growling, and she could see its paws stretching through the opening, clawing at the floor and trying to push itself out.

She was stuck – it was either she let go of the door and ran away as fast as she could, or she risked being overpowered and maybe even thrown to the floor by the force. Either way, both meant letting loose a beast within the Royal Asgardian palace, in the middle of the peaceful night. Thoughts and options rushed through her mind, but she lost focus when she caught sight of the beast clawing at the book she had thrown to the floor. It dragged the book closer inside, and she could feel the push getting weaker. Eventually, she managed to close back the door and ended up slamming her back against it. When she turned around to check if there was any lock on it, she was met with a completely different view.

Even though the lighting wasn’t in her favor, she could clearly distinguish that the door now had the shape of a vault kind of door, and when she reached out to touch it, it was certainly not made of wood anymore. It was, instead, cold metal. She confirmed it by knocking again. The sound that it made was completely different this time.

“I said, come in.” The same voice greeted her, but there was no echo this time. The voice came from the other end of the hallway, and was followed by a short snicker, as well as a question that would have made her blood boil, had she not been in a delicate situation. “Where’s my book?” She didn’t respond. “And why are you exactly four floors lower than you were supposed to be?”

Ingrid took a few steps towards what she could only assume was Loki’s silhouette. “I am where you told me to be. Go down two floors, you sa–”

“ Up two floors,” he interrupted her. She looked at him as he stepped out of the shadows with her mouth still slightly open after having been cut off. “Go up two floors, I said. Again, where’s my book?”

“Right behind that door, where you told me to bring it.”

They were now close enough to clearly see each other’s expression, and while his anger didn’t seem completely serious, her straight face could possibly betray the opposite. Hearing her shriek had amused him far too much to be able to play the pissed off part, but he tried nonetheless, just to get a reaction out of her. They both knew he had clearly instructed her to go down two floors. “You lost my book.”

It would have been a blatant lie to say she wasn’t tempted to completely go off at the man, but she was looking at her ticket to infiltrating the royal family, so she had to play her card wisely. “I will search for a similar one for you. I apologize. I clearly misunderstood your directions.”

Loki frowned at her. Was she stupid? Was she scared? How could she just give up like that, when it was more than obvious he had lied to her face, and was even rubbing it into her face? No, she couldn’t be scared, judging by the way she was looking right into his eyes. There was no hint of anger – her expression was calm, even. He tried to push her even further. “I wanted that book. Not a similar one.”

Ingrid kept her gaze locked on him. “I will try to find you a copy, then.”

“There is no copy.”

By the gods, how tempting it was to just tell him to jump into the vault and get it back himself. “Then I deeply apologize.” The response silenced him, but he didn’t move out of the way. That caused a good few seconds of heavy silence, as they just stared at one another.

“You’ll be paying for this, you know,” he finally spoke. It seemed to her he really had a hard time trying to figure out what to say in order to provoke her, but she stood her ground.

“I know. I’ll let Rangvald know myself.”

There it was again, that door slam. This encounter, as the previous one, had caught Loki completely unprepared. He was used to tormenting people, especially people that mostly had no power over anything, and each time he could predict the result. Either this woman had an enormous death wish, or she was just incapable of reacting to the environment. Both intrigued him slightly. He kept going, trying to find his exit in exaggeration, “That was Odin’s favorite book.”

Ingrid frowned at him, the doubt in her tone evident. “Was it?”

Loki simply laughed it off and turned his back to her. “Don’t shriek so loudly in these corridors next time. Who knows what other creatures you might wake up.”

A shiver ran down her spine as he walked away back into the darkness, and seemed to completely disappear. She lingered a few more seconds, before rushing through the hallway and back up the stairs, only stopping to regain her focus once having arrived in one of the main halls of the palace. Her heart was beating way faster than liked to admit, but she was finally free to relax. Every effort of controlling herself seemed ten times harder when it came to this man, and they had barely faced each other for more than a few minutes.

It was just something about the fact that he was one of the most probable people to figure her out. And after what he had pulled on her, it seemed the tales of Old Norse mythology weren’t so far from the truth, after all. Up until that day, she had not met any of the members of the royal family – only a handful of councilors and strategists, maybe. While she had made sure to ensure a future connection to some of them, none had until then tried to kill her.

Ingrid stretched her right arm, which she had slightly injured while pushing on that damned door. In hopes that whatever spell had been put on her back on Earth could help her heal as well, she started walking towards her quarters, thinking that maybe tomorrow she’d not feel the bruise anymore. Or maybe she’d gain a new one, after telling Rangvald of how she’d lost a botanical guide to some underground imprisoned creature.

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Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans Part Twenty Four - Finale

Author: eternityunicorn

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violance, Mentions of Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Sequel to the AU Elijah’s Eternity - Ten years have passed, a mournful Elijah has finally started to move on without his lady. In that time, he has gained a reunited family and has also found a new lady love. Yet, all is not well as danger comes for the smallest member of the Mikaelson family: Hope, and it prompts Niklaus to call upon the white goddess, drawing her back into Elijah’s life. As they reunite, can Elijah really say he’s truly moved on?

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!

AUTHOR’S COMMENTARY: This is it! This is the final chapter for Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans! Thank you so much for reading, both present readers and future ones! I appreciate your readership. Look for to the next installment: Elijah’s Eternity: Cosmic Reset coming soon!

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Three years passed by quickly.

Even after all that time since their wedding, Elijah continued to find himself in marital bliss with Eternity by his side. Not that it would be anything less. Thinking back to his ten years of misery, he would have never thought himself capable of such bliss ever again. To go from that dark, empty place to this one of the purest light was a blessing unto him, a change of fate that he didn’t know what he did to deserve.

After they had returned to New Orleans, every day had been filled with love and joy between he and his bride. Knowing that they were going to be together forever gave the married couple a high like no other. This pleasure was only increased by the fact that they could now have a family. He could have children with the woman he loved, thanks to the ritual Eternity had performed the night of their wedding.

The higher order ritual had been a quick affair, just a bit of blood from each Mikealson mixed with Eternity’s which was then consumed by Elijah and his siblings. It turned out that her blood was the agent that changed the dark magic of which created the Originals so that they were not only stronger, faster, more impervious, but so that they could have families of their own if they so chose. The ethereal woman’s blood also changed the genetic makeup of the non-immortals of his family to make them stronger, more invulnerable - not quite immortal, but certainly longer lived.

Training commenced for all of them by the well equipped superhuman soldiers from the Underground Agency, except for Elijah whom was taught how to use and control his stronger abilities by his beautiful wife. It had been tough at first, especially with the intense martial arts training where they sparred,but not because he had trouble mastering his newfound powers. No, it was their mutual intense attraction to his bride that made things difficult.

Sometimes he would end up pinning Eternity to the floor or she would pin him and they would end up forgetting that they were training completely, giving into their carnal needs. It actually grew out of control for a while on both their parts in these sensual distractions.

So, a rewards system was devised by his lady to give Elijah motivation to maintain control of his desires for Eternity while they were in teacher-student mode. If he managed to achieve whatever training goals she set for the day, then she’d reward him with her body. It worked wonderfully, especially whenever his wife reminded him of the fact that they could conceive. Not that he could forget.

Speaking of conceiving, Elijah had hoped that they would do so quickly after marrying as he wanted a child with Eternity more than anything. However, three years into their marriage and Eternity had yet to fall pregnant. He was disappointed that it was taking so long, but also understood that these things did take time, and he did enjoy the endless attempts at conception with his bride. So he tried to be patient, knowing that his wishes would be granted eventually.

In the meantime, to combat his baby fever, he took enjoyment of helping out his sister Rebekah, whom had conceived her first child, little Elle, with Marcel quickly, after Eternity had performed the higher order ritual. And then there was Hope as well, of whom he loved to spend time with. He was certainly an attentive uncle, practice for when he finally became a father himself.

Then one day, Elijah returned to the loft in Algiers, where he had made his home with his lady, having come from the Mikaelson compound after taking the ten year old Hope out to ice cream, and found Eternity waiting for him at the top of the entryway stairs. She was absolutely glowing and had a mysterious smile stretched across her pink rose lips,as she watched him ascend the steps toward her.

“Welcome back, my love,” she grinned widely, as if she were excited about something or other.

Curious, he approached her quickly, coming to stand before her on the last stair. He had his hopes, of course, as to the meaning behind her strange behavior, but didn’t want to jump on the bandwagon, in case it was something else that had her excited.

“Good afternoon, Sweetheart,” Elijah greeted her with a smile. “To what do I owe this front door greeting?”

Eternity reached out and cupped the sides of his face lovingly, before bending forward to kiss him briefly.

Elijah could hear her quickened heart beat and her hands were trembling slightly too as they held his face. These observations made the Original even more curious as to what was going on. His hopes lifting higher.

He quickly found out the big mystery as his wife pulled away and beamed at him, “Elijah, a most wonderful thing has happened,” she said as she took one of his hands and put it against her abdomen.

Elijah looked at his hand and immediately realized what she meant. His wishes had been granted! His gaze lifted to hers again with a wide eyed look of realization. He tried to speak, but found himself temporarily speechless.

“We are going to have a baby,” Eternity told him joyously, knowing he’d be excited by the news.

As if suddenly brought to life, he instantaneously had his wife swept up into his arms and spun her around the room in happiness, while he laughed in a way that he didn’t think he ever had. Then he set the giggling woman down on her feet and kissed her all over her face, lastly upon her lips.

Finally, he thought. At last, he was going to be a father!

“I love you so much,” he whispered emotionally against Eternity’s lips, before pulling back to gaze into her eyes. “You have brought such light into my dark existence and that of my family. You’ve given us, in part, a new lease on life. I never thought that I would have a wife or be a father, but here I am, both. Even Niklaus had found new purpose, a better one, thanks to you.”

“Aye, it does seem like I have a new ally in your brother,” replied Eternity. “Ever since his stay with the agents of the Underground, he has become something of an enemy turned hero. He has found a new purpose as a one of them in these recent years, going on missions with his new, stronger abilities, to aid them. Quite the change.”

Elijah nodded, grasping the sides of her face tenderly between his hands, “Everything is different now, for the better, and I hope that none of us ever return to the darkness of before.”

“I hope for the same. I’ve grown fond of the Mikaelson clan,” she smiled. “I look forward to our child having a close knit family of aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews, in an environment that isn’t completely dysfunctional.”

“As do I, but more so, I cannot wait to raise this child and any others we might have, together,” he beamed. “Raising a family with you is a joy I never thought I’d have, but one I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love you. God, I love you!”

He kissed her again. This time, it was more passionately. The joyous moment carried him away as he lifted Eternity into his arms again and carried her to the bed, where he promptly proceeded to make love to her in celebration.

Three months after receiving that wonderful news and Elijah was a doting father-to-be in caring for his pregnant wife and checking the condition of their unborn child. He was always touching her rounded belly, feeling the baby move around inside with such pride. He made sure Eternity wanted for nothing, doing everything in his power to ensure she was well cared for in her delicate condition. This was especially true when it came to her food intake.

After he had caught her trying to eat a half gallon tub of ice cream for breakfast one day, of which he had swiftly stopped Eternity from doing, he had made it his mission to make sure she ate nutritiously. He cooked for her all the time, making her favorite meals, or if she was having a particular craving, he’d make her that.

Eternity seemed to appreciate his efforts to look after her, finding it attractive instead of annoying. It actually made her rather amorous and he often found himself at the mercy of an incredibly turned on pregnant immortal as a result. He swore she was going to kill him with how often she sought his attentions, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He gave her all the intimacy she craved and then some.

Yes, Elijah had been living in complete bliss, but then as all happy moments seemed to, things took a turn.

It had begun when one afternoon, he received a visit from a new apparition while he was out in the Quarter, getting a special treat for Eternity. This came after not receiving such strange visitations since right before his marriage to his lady. Because of a lack of occurrences, he had forgotten about the odd happenings in his blissful new life.

This new apparition has appeared in the form of Katherine Pierce aka Katerina Petrova, one of his ancient loves. He had heard years ago of her death and had grieved for her momentarily, but it had been overshadowed by his adventures with Niklaus in New Orleans and he never mourner properly as a result.

When she appeared, it had been beside him while he was doing business with a street vendor. “Hello, Elijah,” Katherine had greeted him with a cool, unpleasant smile.

Surprised, he had turned to stare at her, before he relaxed and returned her unfriendly smile with one of his own. “Why, if it isn’t Katherine Pierce. Come to warn me of the word your new ally are going to unleash upon me?” He mockingly said. “Seems like your new boss is all talk and no action, as they say.”

“Oh, the woes and misery promised are still coming, Elijah,” she responded cheerily, “but it’s just that there’s been a change of plans. I am actually here to warn you that my ‘ally’ as you call him is actually coming back from the dead and I am coming with him. Once we do, the real fun shall begin as we take great enjoyment in tearing down everything that you have built for yourself and for your family. Enjoy your happy new life now, because soon it will be turned to ash.”

Before Elijah could even respond to Katherine’s threat, she vanished with her cruel laugh echoing on the wind.

He did his best not to let it bother him, but he remained vigilant in the days that passed afterward, ready for whatever might come. He made sure his family and Eternity were ready as well, knowing that the threat was upon all of them.

Then halfway through the fourth month of his wife’s pregnancy, a different foe decided to come crawling out of the shadows to make a move against them finally. The fiendish Bruno had come to collect on the prize he sought, after being quiet for years.

It had happened when the madman showed up at the Mikaelson compound out of nowhere, without warning, which prompted Rebekah to call Elijah and tell him to get over there. He had been at home with Eternity and once his wife had learned of what was going on, she insisted on going, despite his protests to keep her safe at the loft.

“You need to trust that I will keep the baby safe,” his wife told him. “I won’t let anything terrible happen to either of us. I promise!”

Though he retained his reservations, Elijah relented and together, they went to the compound to face their foe.

By the time they arrived, Eternity’s mad brother had Hope in his grasp and the Mikaelson clan stood around him, held at bay by the threat he posed to the child. They already looked as if they had gone into battle with the insane immortal. Each member of Elijah’s family were battered, so they probably attempted to use their new abilities to defeat Bruno, but found he was still too much for them to handle, yet still managed to hold their own with their greater strengths.

Eternity took the lead immediately as the queen she was, stepping into the proverbial ring with her older brother. “Let the child go, Bruno,” she beckoned him with authority. “If you do not, then I’ll have no choice but to end you. Stand down and perhaps we can seek a better solution instead of this...nonsense.”

Bruno grinned manically as Hope struggled in his grasp and looking pleadingly at Eternity. Then without a word, the bastard began to drain the young girl of her powers. The red headed child began to glow bright blue and she screamed in agony as he did.

“He’s going to kill her!” Hayley shrieked from the sidelines,being held back by an equally panicked Niklaus.

Elijah watched worriedly, knowing that his wife would never allow that, but was deeply concern with what she planned on doing. She had said that she’d protect their unborn child and herself, but he didn’t understand just how she was going to do that without taking up her sword.

It was then that the answer came as he watched her shift forms, becoming the Universal Queen.

In blinding white light did this rarely seen version of his lady appear. Eternity shone brilliantly in her white gown and sparkling diamonds and amethysts. Her white starburst birthmark centered upon her forehead glowed as her unicorn horn did and hummed the same as well. The sight was familiar to him, but he remained wary, especially faced with this rare sight.

It was then that Elijah noticed a difference that he hadn’t seen the last time he had witnessed the Universal Queen. Queen Eternity held her hands as if she were holding a medium sized ball, but between them hovered a glowing starburst shaped object that Elijah concluded was the mysterious Unicorn Crystal, the greatest power source in two universes.

He also recalled what it could do to Eternity, if she used it.

Elijah was alarmed. She couldn’t!

As he panicked, his wife looked back at him and sent a telepathic message to him. Her words echoed through his mind, saying, “Elijah, listen carefully. I have to use the power of the crystal to defeat Bruno. I have no other choice. I can not erase him from our lives as I had the Hollow, for he is a different breed of monster, not so easily subdued. However with a bit of the crystal’s might, I can do so.

“This means that you’re going to have to look after us, the baby and myself. I’m not going to remember anything for a while. Therefore, it is up to you to be our guardian; to love and protect us with everything you have. Never forget that I love you, no matter what, always and forever. See you soon, my love.”

It felt more like a goodbye than anything and that had Elijah distraught to no end. Yet, he could do nothing to stop his powerful lady. He could only trust that she knew what she was doing, something he was struggling to do. He didn’t want her to go, didn’t want her to forget him.

As he watched on, the ethereal woman turned back to her opponent.

“I am the Universal Queen, Queen Eternity,” shouted Eternity as a blustery surge of energy kicked up from the power she was wielding. “I sentence you to a fate of nonexistence for the malicious murders you have committed while in this mortal world and the attempted murder committed here today! Be gone, evil one, and never plague this existence ever again!”

The end happened quickly. A large burst of white energy engulfed Bruno, Hope, and Eternity, blocking them from the sight of the Mikaelson clan that held onto their breaths in worry. Panic ensued as none of them knew what was happening, not even Elijah. He could not see or sense their family members lost in consuming energy. They were simply gone.

Hayley could be heard weeping, along with Kol and Freya, as the thought of losing their loved ones started to become a very possible reality for them.

Elijah immediately felt the terror set in that something had gone terribly wrong. He wanted to break down and weep for what he was sure the great loss of his niece, his wife, and his unborn child. However, this only lasted a moment as he began to sense two life forces, One was small, but strong, while the other was weak, yet steady.

The blinding light vanished suddenly, revealing an unharmed Hope and Eternity reverted to her non-queenly self. There wasn’t any sign of Bruno and Elijah concluded that he had been obliterated by the formidable power of his lady, much in the same way the Hollow had been upon the pale beauty’s return to his life.

Except that this was different from then, he soon discovered.

As he rushed over to Eternity, to ensure that she was alright, while the others tended to Hope, he immediately realized that something wasn’t right. She stared at him with uncertainty, almost as if she didn’t recognize him as he neared. She shied away as Elijah reached to touch her and bowed her head defensively as if she had her horn to warn him off with. Immediately did he back off, unsure of what to do.

“Who are you?” Eternity demanded, looking around her wildly. “Who am I? Where?”

It was then that he recognized what was going on. Eternity had entered a reboot, as she had once called it, from using the Unicorn Crystal. However, what didn’t make sense to him was why she hadn’t reverted to her basest self - the unicorn? She had told him that if she used too much of the crystal’s power, she returned to her unicorn roots and forgot herself completely. It seemed the latter had taken hold, but not the former. Elijah didn’t know what that meant, but he did know he needed to help her.

“It’s alright,” he told her gently. “You don’t need fear me or anyone here. We’re family.”

Eternity gazed curiously at him, still wildly uncertain of anything. One of her hands reached to touch her forehead in confusion as she tried to figure out what was happening, while the other grazed her round pregnant belly. Her eyes widened in surprise and then horror as they fell upon the protrusion, then up at him.

“What sorcery is this?” She said trembling, panic taking hold. “What is going on? What has happened to me?

Sighing deeply, Elijah carefully approached her, placing a hand over hers that instinctively cradled her rounded belly. “I’m your husband, Elijah,” he cooed to her, smiling softly, “and you are my wife, Eternity. We’re going to have a baby together soon, you and I.”

His lady shrank back, shaking her head as if she didn’t believe him as she backed away.

It stung for her to do so, but Elijah was patient and understanding, knowing that she was suffering a crisis. Yet, he began to panic as instinct screamed at him that Eternity was about to run. It was obvious in the taunt way age held herself. It was clear in her wide, frightened eyes. Like before when she had used the crystal, he felt helpless to stop her, even with his upgrades in power and speed.

Then before Elijah could even get the words out to appeal to her, to keep her there, she vanished without a trace.

“Eternity!”

His desperate voice reverberated, but was met with silence.

Eternity was gone....

The End

***See you in the sequel, Elijah’s Eternity: Cosmic Reset coming soon! Again, thanks for reading!

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When your colleague stalks you I Part 1

Characters: Jungkook / OC Genre: Angst, trigger warning Word count: 3,206

“He’s staring at you again.” Amanda muttered inside of your ear and you tried to seem subtle as you looked up from your phone to see it with your own eyes. She was right, his eyes were pointing shamelessly as you, he didn’t even take the effort anymore to look away as you caught him. A shiver ran down your spine and you tried not to seem visibly uncomfortable as you turned your body slightly away from him. There were many people inside of the waiting room, all gathered together to watch each other’s performances and wait until it was your turn to go on stage. It had been a rough week and honestly you wanted nothing more than to sink your head down on top of the table un front of you and drift off to sleep, but that was impossible.

You didn’t want to seem impolite or as if you didn’t have any interest in the other performances. Besides, it was too noise in here, you’d never be able to find some peace here. Hitting one knee over the other you leaned your chin inside of the palm of your hand as you went back to where you had left off, but somehow your mind went on wondering and you couldn’t concentrate. Now that you were aware of the eyes that were taking you in your need to fled out of the room became even stronger. Jason had become a trainee in your company a few months ago and you had all been very excited about a new artist joining your small agency. The six of you had tried to take him under your wings, even though he was only two years younger than you and perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

Though, you had all noticed that he had tried to get closer to you over the past few weeks. Always asking you for advice about his new songs and his lyrics, naming you as his ideal type during variety shows. He liked every single one of your Twitter posts and reblogged many of them. He would brag about your singing against his friends and always made sure he was close to you. At first you’d thought it was kind of cute, he had been like a huge fan boy from up close. But as he continued intruding your privacy and kept on bothering you, it had grown extremely annoying. He’d asked you out before and you had tried not to hurt his feelings when you had turned him down.

You thought he knew that you had a boyfriend, it seemed as if the whole world knew. Yet, he had still seemed shaken because you had told him no. Though that didn’t seem enough to make him realize that you weren’t interested and that you didn’t appreciate his intrusiveness. He seemed to be obsessed about you and you were slowly getting towards the phase that he was simply creeping you out. The moment started to come that you wished you had never been this friendly with him in the first place. Shaking your head you made sure that your hair fell in front of your face, creating a curtain between the two of you. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? Didn’t he see how uncomfortable he made you?

Your fans noticed that something up between the two of you and rumors were starting to form. Some thought that you were cheating on Jungkook with him, others thought you disliked him and you were being disrespectful towards your younger colleague. When in public you always tried to act as if everything was fine and you were just casual friends hanging out. But somehow you always found yourself trying to avoid him as much as you could, and that didn’t go unnoticed. It was all so complicate, and you always seemed to be the bad guy, while you didn’t do anything wrong. “Why are you hiding?” A familiar voice asked, his fingers moving your hair out of the way so he could look at your face.

You turned to see your boyfriend sitting down on the chair beside you, a smile showing on his face. Immediately the uneasiness you had felt a few seconds ago disappeared and you straightened up in your seat. Once Jungkook was around everything seemed to be better. The other guys waved at you in greeting from a bit further away and you could only return the gesture. “It’s so good to see you.” You said, turning your body to meet his. Your legs bumped against each other and you wished that the two of you were alone right now. There were so many things you wanted to do but just sit here. By the look inside of his eyes you could tell that he was thinking the exact same thing. Sneakily his hand crossed the distance between the two of you on the wooden table and grabbed a hold of yours.

Silently your fingers intertwined together and if there hadn’t been so many people around you would have thrown yourself on him, but you had to control yourself. “I wanted to ask if you would like to come over tonight?” He asked innocently his thumb drawing circles on top of your hand. You hummed and pretended to be thinking about his offer. But knowing that you didn’t have a schedule tonight your answer was obvious. “To do what?” You muttered, deciding to tease him. His dark eyes scanned over your face. Some idols who passed eyed the two of you from the side, but you didn’t give them any attention. They all knew that Jungkook was your boyfriend, there was no reason to hide it and be mysterious about any of this. Besides, you wanted others to know that this talented and handsome man belonged to you.

“Play Overwatch, and some other stuff.” He tilted his head to the side as he said it, a mischievous glint inside of his eyes. They darted down when you bit your bottom lip playfully and he shoved towards the tip of his chair, getting closer. A giggle escaped from you and you reached out to him, brushing your hand through his bright pink hair. It still stunned you how hot he looked with it. When he had first come forward with the idea of wanting to try something completely different, like dying his hair a deep shade of red. You had been hesitant about it at first, but as he had switched through several hair colors during the past few months you had grown excited about the idea. He leaned into your touch, a content sigh escaping from his lips.

A loud clang echoed against the wall, coming from the other side of the room and you flinched, the sudden noise startling you. Your hand fell from Jungkook’s head as you saw Jason cluttering around at the further end of the space. Apparently he had dropped something and he had smothered it all over the floor. Immediately you tensed, knowing he was doing this on purpose. Each time you and Jungkook would get too close to each other while he was around he would find a way to disturb the two of you. He knew the moments you had with your boyfriend were valuable to you and that they were rare. He on the other hand didn’t seem to mind finding ways to ruin your time together in order to create a distance between the two of you. Jungkook’s look darkened as soon as it landed on the younger boy.

He knew what was going on, you had mentioned it to him before. At first he had been jealous because of the thought that someone else liked you too, being a possible threat. But by now he knew that your feelings weren’t mutual so now he was just pissed because the boy wouldn’t leave you alone and made you feel uncomfortable. “If you want me to go talk to him you just have to tell me.” He’d told you once when he had barged into your practice room to see Jason waggling behind you. And even though you appreciated it that he wanted to do this for you, you also knew how he could be sometimes. You didn’t want him to stir anything and make things even worse. This time Jungkook looked at if he were about to march up to the other guy and shake him, but he remained still next to you.

“He never gives up does he?” He asked and you both watched Jason clean his mess, as he obviously avoided your boyfriend’s deathly glares. A deep sigh escaped from your lips before you popped out another smile. “It’s fine. He’ll figure it out eventually.” You assured him and pouted when his members called Jungkook over. You wished you could spend some more time with him, you didn’t want him to leave yet. But you would see him tonight, you held onto that thought. He wasn’t being very subtle when he leaned over to you and you could feel your heart beat fasten when he pressed his lips down on top of your cheek. Immediately a blush started to spread across your skin because of the sudden skinship. It was clear that he was trying to show anyone else that this was his territory and he was warning them to back off.

The question was only if Jason would ever get that message. “Don’t let him get to you. I’ll see you in a bit.” Jungkook whispered inside of your ear before setting off towards his members, ignoring the way they were sending him those teasing glances and the way they began to play around with him. You smiled at his back as he walked towards the backstage, knowing it was his turn to perform. You settled back inside of your seat, crossed your arms in front of your chest and watched closely on the screen in the corner of the room. The moments you were able to see them live were your favorites. You loved their music, and you loved their chemistry on stage. They were always so good and powerful.

Yet, the peaceful moment didn’t last long as you felt someone take your boyfriend’s previous spot. You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who it was. Deciding that ignoring him was the best thing you could do, since you had already tried everything else you kept on staring straight ahead of yourself, pretending as if you were studying Jungkook’s dance moves with all your might. The truth was that you couldn’t concentrate on the performance with him sitting beside you. Each and every muscle inside of your body told you to get up and get far away from him. You wanted to swing around and yell at him, scream that he had to leave you the hell alone. But you couldn’t. The only thing you could do was pretend as if nothing was wrong and you were doing absolutely fine, while you were shrinking on the inside.

The performance was almost over when all of a sudden you could hear Amanda fussing about something. “I forgot my jacket in the dressing room.” She said grumpily, causing Elena to roll her eyes beside her. Amanda always tempted to forget everything. She once forgot her passport, but had only figured that out once the six of you had already left the country. it had been great, standing at the border and not being able to enter. Yet, this time her clumsiness seemed to be your savior and you stumbled up from your seat hastily. “I’ll go get it.” You said, already turning around and walking away before she was able to do anything more than give you a surprised look. The sounds muted around you as you let the door of the waiting room fall close behind your back. A relieved sigh tore through you as you walked a small end to lean against the wall.

The thought that someone who hadn’t been in the industry a long as you was able to scare you out of there made you feel pathetic. You shouldn’t let it get to you, but you couldn’t help it. you didn’t want to be rude, but soon there would be no other way for you to solve this. “Why did you leave?” You shrieked when a figure doomed up in front of you and you pressed your heart against your chest at the sight of Jason. How had he been able to sneak up on you like that? Not wanting to let him see the influence he had on you, you straightened your back and stared back at him. You couldn’t let it seem as if you ere scared of him, he wasn’t allowed to think he had any sort of power over you. Jungkook’s words resounded inside of your head. You couldn’t let him get to you.

“I’m getting something for a friend. Why are you here?” You asked, trying to sound uninterested and unmoved. Yet, his proximity made you feel extremely uneasy. He didn’t seem to get that as he took another step into your direction, king you press your back against the wall. “I was following you.” He muttered, causing your heart to jolt. Silently you looked from left to right, cursing inside of yourself when you saw that the two of you were the only ones around. There was always staff running around through these corridors, except for now, it seemed. “Yeah, so I’ve noticed.” He tugged up his eyebrows at your statement and the way his lips pulled up into a cocky smile didn’t please you at all. What was wrong with this guy? Was he this bad at understanding your body language?

“I know you like it, don’t pretend like you don’t.” He was obviously trying to sound seductive, but it only caused you to cringe. You protectively extended your hands in front of yourself when he pressed himself up against you, his weight leading into yours. “What are you doing?!” You shrieked, trying to push him off of you, but the guy was like a block, he wouldn’t move. He might look young and small, but seemed that he was stronger than he looked. Not that that made this situation any better, instead it only caused you to panic even more. “Oh come on _______________. I’ve waited so long for this. Now you can forget all about your boyfriend and finally get what you want. I’m going to make you feel so good.” His hands began to ran down towards your middle and you swore you saw black spots appear in front of your eyes as you processed his words.

They made you feel sick. This couldn’t be happening right now. Not while your members were just in the other room. “What is wrong with you?! Get off of me!” Your voice was loud and fierce, reverberating against the walls. Digging your nails into his skin you hoped it would cause him to back off, but it only seemed to encourage him further. He laughed darkly as his hands began to pull at the hem of your shirt and you hated it that tears had begun to collect inside of your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to show weakness in front of him. He didn’t deserve to see that. The smell of his cologne made you feel nauseas and realizing that he wasn’t planning to stop you used your last resort. You screamed.

This seemed to startle him and he was just about to hit his hand in front of your mouth as someone roughly tackled him towards the floor. Shocked you watched him fly away from you, only to see Namjoon and Yoongi fighting to control a fuming Jungkook inside of their hold. The youngest one was almost too much for them to handle in his current state as he fought to make his way over to Jason. “I will fucking kill you! How dare you touch her! You piece of…” Struggling inside of his friend’s hold he could only think of all the things he would do to the guy on the floor as he was unable to get to him. Jason stared up at Jungkook in awe, then stumbled up from the ground and bolted, running straight towards the exit. He didn’t look back and you didn’t want him to.

To be honest you never wanted to see his face ever again. “I will sue you! You stupid asshole! You won’t live through this!” His hair was a mess, his face still sweaty from his performance, his mic still attached around his ears. As soon as Jason disappeared out of sight and the others were sure he wouldn’t go after him they let him go. Jungkook huffed as he pulled his clothing straight, clearly fighting to regain control of himself, but then his eyes met yours. His anger disappeared like melting snow, worry filling his expression as he noticed your disheveled state. The other members seemed just as concerned, but remained in the background as they let your boyfriend take care of you. Namjoon was busy making a phone call, already notifying the police about what had just happened.

“God, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Jungkook asked, not sure if he was allowed to get any closer to you or not. When you opened your mouth to say something to him only a very weird and small beep came over your lips, unable to form any words. Immediately two hands grabbed a hold of you and pulled you against a broad chest, engulfing you with warmth. For a second you totally stiffened underneath his touch, but when his fingers pressed into your back reassuringly and familiarly, you slumped against him. It was only then you realized exactly how scared you had been. Your legs started shaking as you wrapped your arms around him, holding onto him for dear life. Unwillingly your mind started to wander off to what could have happened if the guys hadn’t shown up in time. The images caused a sob to break free from your chest.

“Sshh, don’t cry. You’re safe now. He’s never going to hurt you again.” Jungkook whispered, holding up your weight when he felt your muscles were about to give out. Inside he was still filled with murderous rage, but he was also happy that nothing seriously had happened, that you were inside of his arms right now. “It’s all going to be okay.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss down on top of your hair, planning on holding you for as long as you needed him to. Jimin showed up beside you and handed him his jacket so that he could put it around your shoulders, making you feel less naked in your shirt. Looking up at them you realized how lucky you were to have them by your side. You smiled and they all relaxed visibly, knowing that you weren’t planning on breaking down in front of them. Jungkook refused to let you go as he dragged you towards their dressing room with them. “Let’s go home.”

Part 2

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confunderewrites · 5 years

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11/11/11 Tag Game

tagged by: @boredwriter-16 !! thank you <3 I love tag games and I’m tired of studying.

Rules: Answer 11 questions, ask 11 questions, and tag 11 people to answer them

1. What is your favorite theme from your WIP? Did you know that would be a theme when you started or did it just happen naturally?

For Nobyl Blood a big theme is changeability and acceptance and to be honest it happened naturally. A lot of characters follow the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” mentality and it winds up biting them in the end. Those who change and self-reflect end up with what they wanted. And those who don’t, well, don’t. At least in Aurora Nobyl’s case her bullheaded, “there is only forward” nature was necessary for so much of her life. Now, it’s what’s holding her back.

2. What are your favorite tropes to read and write?

I’m a huuuge sucker for when the main pairing gets split apart whether it be due to a fight or something out of their control, then they realize they’re better together (usually after at least half a year). Ex’s to friends is another one I love. On the common end: mutual pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, accidentally falling asleep together.

3. Where do you draw inspiration for your WIP?

Well it was a fanfic so Harry Potter, specifically Hogwarts Mystery, the game. I get a lot of inspiration for various plot points from music and my fiance is the best for bouncing ideas off of. Also, watching Alita kicked my urge to adapt it to a sci-fi into overdrive. I wanted the sport to feel as grungy as motorball but the world itself to feel as clean and green as if we took ours but converted to all clean energy.

4. If your characters were real, would they want to be friends with you or would they not like you?

I’d like to think so! Nobyl and I have similar interests, but I think my reluctance to go along with her trouble-making would annoy her slightly.

5. Have you ever written fan fiction about your own story? (Something you know would never actually be in your story but you want to see what it would look like anyway) Would you ever do it if you haven’t?

Yeah, I have a couple little drabbles sitting in my writing folder. It’s a little sad nothing will come of them but I enjoyed the exercise. They’re more wish-fulfillment and self-indulgence than anything. Sometimes I feel like posting them but I don’t want to detract from the actual story I’m trying to tell.

6. What is your favorite entertainment medium- other than books if that is your favorite? (Movies, Video games, TV-shows, etc.) Why?

VIDEO GAMES. Hands down. I love player driven games; games that make you feel like you’re part of the story. I can’t get behind a video game with a bad story however. also my adhd makes it hard for me to watch tv shows and movies so video games are nice because they keep me sucked in

7. Quick- your WIP is being made into a movie. Name one actor you want to be in it. Doesn’t have to be the main character.

I want Ken Marino to play Dale. Yes, Captain CJ from Brooklyn 99. I mean that.

8. Favorite villain from either something you wrote or something you read/watched?

My favourite villain from something I wrote is definitely the main one from Transcendent Book 1. Good intentions taken too far. Easy to sympathize with and fun to write. She has a level of desperation I try to make sure shines through in every scene she’s in.

9. (Because I like this question so much) Whose your favorite secondary character you’ve ever created?

Ever? I can’t describe how hard this question was to answer but... Drew. She’s the best friend of the main pairing in Circling and a talented as fuck bassist. Simultaneously set in her ways while still managing to go with the flow. I aspire to her level of lack of shits.

10. Do you have any other WIP ideas you want to work on but can’t because you want to finish your WIP? Are they very different from your current WIP?

I want to finish Transcendent Book 1 and 2. It’s sci-fi as well but has a very different vibe than Nobyl Blood. I desperately want to write a pirate story about my dnd characters, and their origin stories. And their other stories So many ideas.

11. Other than the genre you write, what are your favorite genres?

Other than fantasy, sci-fi, and romance I do like a good super hero story, whether it be a movie or otherwise.

Tagging: @hannahs-creations @mvcreates @pens-swords-stuff @crypticsx @screamingbasement @bigmoodword @c-vendett @quilloftheclouds @roselinproductions @alittlegoblinwrites and I’ll leave the last one for anyone else who wants to do this (seriously I love reading tag games, go for it if you’re interested)

Your questions are:

1. How many abandoned WIPs do you have, if any? Which one would you most likely pick up again if you had to?

2. Do you have an OC that floats in and out of different stories? i.e. your guinea pig for alternate universes. Do they have their own story?

3. If your WIP was being made into a movie, would you want to be hands-on or hands-off? As in, what level of creative power would you want?

4. What’s a trope that everyone loves but you can’t stand?

5. For your characters, do you have specific face-claims in mind or do you leave it up to reader interpretation? (within reason of course)

6. What is your oldest WIP?

7. Is there anything your characters have done while you were writing that just came out of nowhere?

8. Is there a writing decision you were surprised you made? (ex: killing off a character, taking the story down a different path, etc.)

9. Do you bounce ideas off people when writing? Or do you tend to wait until the first draft is completed?

10. What is your favourite place to write?

11. Two of your protags from two different WIPs just switched places. How do they react?

#tag games #oh man I hope you guys like these questions #tag game

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