#Beautiful the Barghest

[mwolf0epsilon]

After Order 66, hundreds of clones were either left to rot in the clutches of the Empire, or simply faded from memory after escaping to the uncharted depths of the Unknown Regions. Living the rest of their lives in the confines of a cell, or constantly looking over their shoulders. There were a lucky handful that got to live regular lives however. Such is the case of Sponge and the family unit they stitched together from the wreckage of a war that had given them nothing but grief. It seems the Force really does work in mysterious ways.

At long last I can finally share with you my submission for the @cloneoczine, which unfortunately did not pan out the way we all hoped for due to unforeseen circumstances. Either way, a lot of really impressive pieces came out of this collaborative project, and I am very excited to be able to share what everyone else made!

This is also my first proper drawing of all of the Spongelings! Cameo appearances also include @lost-on-kamino's clone medic (Pitch) and scuba trooper (Penguin) who are a part of Sponge's family unit on Epifania, so they deserved to be a part of this clone beach picnic party (which uh, is about to become a whole lot more interesting once those gullmingos get to Lich...).

[robboyblunder]

Artfight attack for @mwolf0epsilon of their Barghest OC, beautiful! :)

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[barghest-land]

wish i was smart enough in eng to write poetry i would be literally unstoppable

[isimp4shrimp]

My first paleostream flocking :) thank you @barghest-land for always posting your beautiful art and luring me into this discord

[bluecatwriter]

Mina arriving in Whitby: "My beautiful darling bestie is out doing fancy people stuff, so I'll go have wild solo fun as a twenty year old: Befriend a random 99-year-old man to ask him about all the hauntings and the barghests the boggards, and also to teach me all about ‼️whaling‼️ So I can write about it all in shorthand for secretary practice."

She's doing it right! ;) This was the part of the story where I imprinted on Mina like a duckling the first time I read it, because when I was twenty I was also running all over the place befriending strange old men and trying to learn the local gossip and taking walks by myself at night. I remember reading this and being like, "IT'S ME!" (The only difference is I was doing it in Washington state and California instead of England.)

[deexchanel]

Golden.

Word Count: 2,650

Pairing: Geralt of Rivera x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Arguing

Summary: Geralt is known to everyone that he is not the relationship type. After having an recurring dream, one woman is stuck on his mind and he can’t let this one get away.

A/N: Another Geralt oneshot uh ohhh. I know that this timeline is in 1210 but I'm not going to try hard to have it that way, meaning it will be some modern things in here. It is not edited, but since I'm on break, it won't take me long to do. Aside from that, Thank you for reading!

The fire brew nicely keeping both him and her very warm for the night. Geralt laid next to the girl that made him forget about everything else he dealt with. He felt content with having her close to him and nothing mattered at the moment.

He rolled over to smell her warm vanilla scent but there was no head. Geralt snatches the cover off in shock to see her body except with no arms or legs. He scoots back kicking the cover,”AH!”

A deep howl sounds off behind him and he quickly draws his sword, looking in every direction. His heart pounded in his chest as an animal come rushing towards him. Geralt stood up ready for battle and the Barghest jumped to him.

That’s when Geralt awoken from his slumber. He swung his feet to the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. He then began grabbing nearby items to get dressed for leaving. When finished, he nudged Jaskier with his foot. “Jaskier, meet me at Kaer Morhen. I will be there but I have to go somewhere first.”

Jaskier, who was sleeping on the floor, heard him perfectly but still waved him off because it was still early in the morning. Geralt walked out the door, making way to his horse, Roach.

“Good Morning.” He spoke lowly while rubbing his favorite spot. Geralt climbed on, beginning his trip to Town of Odin. This dream occurred to him the previous night as well and he didn’t want it to be a third time.

——

“I need to make sure I grab some fresh bed linens while heading to work.” Nyla mumbled to herself as she folded her now clean clothes. After placing them on top of her vanity, she pulled apart a few of her curls to give her hair a fuller look.

Spending a couple of minutes in the mirror to make sure her face is clean and smooth. Nyla got up from the vanity making way to the bed where her outfit laid. It was a white dress with a green flower print all over, pairing that with some white sandals. Once smearing her melted cocoa butter against her lips, she made way to the kitchen.

Nyla picked up things around the house, wanting to organize her little home. It was a 1 bedroom, 1 bath cottage style home, it's perfect to her. The record player spun tunes that she loved which gave motivation to clean up her home. She is a single 23 year old with no intentions of having a man any time soon so the small size is great.

“Good Morning, Ms.June!” The chocolate woman waved over to her neighbor with pure happiness.

Ms.June waved back, “Morning Nyla! I made croissants, would you like some?”

She gave her a smile, “Yes ma’am, I would love one.” Nyla looked both ways before crossing over the rocky road. She would never turn down any baked goods from Ms. June. She was the only woman that made her feel welcomed in the group.

The Town of Odin was a big well known town, from the fabulous boutiques to the nice food places. The beautiful garden at the entrance of the town , ropes tourist in.

Nyla lived on out skirt of the town, living in the house her grandmother once lived in. Our beautiful Nyla is a people person but loves being alone when it comes to her living space.

Getting that trait from the fact that she grew up with two older brothers and older sister. When having siblings there is no definition of personal space. Her parents moved to New Asgard under rightful leadership of Queen Frigga. She visits quite often but this month she was going to miss their plans.

After eating the warm flaky croissant, she straightened her front patio from any fallen debris. She also had a huge flower garden that she tended too frequently.

Tending does have her outside all day which she then spends her evening going to Ms. June house. One person is writing while the other yells out fictional story ideas to write down. Tonight she did have a shift to pick up so she wouldn't be able to spend majority of time there like she always does.

Today shall give her peace.

Or so she hopes.

Eyes set upon Geralt as he stalked through the city of Odin. The city didn't have a hate relationship with Witcher's unlike surrounding places but his guard was still up. He held on his needed things and the leash that connected to his horse, Roach.

By time he arrived in the city, it was past night fall. Geralt was pretty tired but determined to save his love. He knew the path to Nyla’s house, so he kept his distance from everyone until...

"GET THE FUCK OUT MY PUB!" A feminine voice was heard in the streets from this pub that was on his left. That voice sounded very familiar. Too familiar.

He made his way over to the pub curious on what the chaos was about. Geralt stood tall at the door, scanning the crowd looking for a certain pair of brown eyes. A guy stood in front of him with his back facing the door, arguing with someone. That someone landed a clean punch across his face making him forcefully bumped into Geralt.

He pushed him back making the guy now face him. "The fuck is your problem!?"

Geralt expression harden," You bumped into me." his eyes shifted to the person behind him. It was Nyla. His Nyla. Their eyes made contact, setting off bombs of love within him.

It's like nothing else mattered but her.

Reality kicked in when the drunk guy continued his yelling, getting closer to Geralt. "You stood there fuck tard! This low down pub took my money."

Nyla crossed her arms, not even phased by the insults. She just wanted him out of her pub quickly. "Oh my gosh, you're complaining but still here! I been said get the fuck out."

"I can leave whenever I want bitch." The drunk guy spat into her face, sizing her up. This stupid act got his ass punched the first time. Nyla balled her hand into a fist, lifting her arm but Geralt instantly grabbed his shoulder forcing him to turn around.

He landed a smooth punch to the side of his face. The strength made the guy blacked out and Geralt dragged his limp body out the door, tossing him in the road.

Making it back in, his focus was 100% on Nyla. In that swiftness, she was back serving food and drinks to customers. He looked around the room then settled on the table in the corner.

His eyes instantly locked back onto Nyla, noticing every little detail. Seeing the gold jewelry she wore brought out her brown eye color. Nyla's dark brown curly hair bounced as she walked around. Her outfit didn't reveal much but a man has an great imagination. Noticing her smooth brown skin as it glisten in the light. Nyla's nice plumped lips had him wanting to kiss her every second if he could.

"You're staring." Nyla's firm voice broke him out of his trance. Gosh, she looks more amazing up close. Geralt gave her small smile, "I know."

"What do you want Witcher? I haven't seen or heard from you in years." She sat the piece of paper down, placing a hand on her curvy hip. Taking this time to notice some of his features, he definitely looked different then he did four years ago.

"I came to save you..." He couldn't even finish due to protest.

"Save me? I can take care of myself perfectly fine." She raised an eyebrow. Questioning herself, what does she need to be saved from? him obviously. He left the first time, that mean he's bound to do it again.

"I can see that very clearly but whatever's after you, I just can't let you be here alone. You need to come with me Nyla." Geralt points to her, his face held the determination. Letting her know that he is serious.

"So you only came because something is after me. I appreciate that you care but Geralt like I mentioned, I haven't seen you in years. I do not feel comfortable skipping town with you."

"Nyla listen!"

"I'm listening Geralt! You don't have anything else to say other than you came to save me. If it wasn't something after me, I would've never heard from you again. Am I lying?"

Geralt trailed off in silence knowing what she was saying is very true. After a couple of seconds he spoke." What you speak of is not true. I'm wanted by many, I didn't want to put you in harm's way."

"Geralt that is bullshit!" Nyla claim as shook her head in disbelief. Is she really hearing these words come out his mouth

"I'm sure you'd do a much better job of killing it then." He stood up from table, feeling regret and frustration. His tallness made Nyla melt but she had to keep her composure.

"You thought I was going to welcome you back with open arms? I'm angry with you Geralt! You're so self-absorbed. You only care about yourself!" Nyla voice started to raise not caring if it caught the crowd attention.

Geralt lets out angry groan. His icy white hair flowed as he walked pass her leaving. Nyla didn't want him to leave, honestly she was happy to see him but her anger got the best. She lets out an angry groan herself, " Fine!"

She balled up the paper that she used to take orders and tossed it to the back of his head. It hit his back, obviously not feeling it he continued walking out the door.

"Nyla can you refill-" Her manager starts as Nyla get closer to the bar. The manager doesn't likes her for whatever weird reason and uses every moment to patronize her.

"Shut the fuck up talking to me." Nyla cuts her eyes, grabbing the full beer glass so she can pass them out.

-----

It's hitting midnight which is what time the pub closes. As usual Nyla is the last to stay doing her normal. Consisting of wiping tables down, cleaning the windows and sweeping. When finished, she grabbed her things and locked the doors.

The night sky was clear as she saw the full moon above while walking out the town of Odin. Nyla loved the light from moon as it brighten the pathway home. Weirdly the town was quieter then usual, normally it would plenty townmens standing around the bonfire.

Maybe it was something in the air. It's only a ten minute walk from town and the surrounding forest area isn't too thick so Nyla isn't scared to walk by herself at time. It's just something about tonight that gave her this weird eerie feeling.

Hearing a dog whine astray her from being lost in thought. Nyla stopped so she could hear clearly, "Hello?"

The whining started again and she turned to her right, taking one foot off the path to get to the injured dog but the whine turn into a slow growl.

Nyla instantly stopped in her tracks beginning to speak out again, "Hel-"

She catch sight of a pair of orange eyes staring back, oh shit.

For a second out of fear, she stood there. A monstrous Barghest, orange eyes glowing with predatory intent, lunged. Its gnarled claws reached for her, the air crackling with its otherworldly power. She lets out a blood-curdling shriek beginning to run down the path.

Not to far from Nyla's home, stood Geralt as he was staking out behind her house. That scream grasps his attention, shaking him to the core. Without thought, he takes off towards the sound.

Nyla ran til she couldn't, as adrenaline rushes through her body. Nothing could make her look into the eyes of death. In the matter of what felt like hours, Geralt eyes of cat-like yellow, materialized from the shadows running towards. His silver sword gleamed in the moon light, he yelled for her "Nyla!"

That grabbed her attention, losing focusing on running, she tripped over a stone. Geralts leaps over her, sword drawn and at the ready.

"Your hunger ends here." Geralt growled, his voice a low rumble.

The Barghest roared, its attention diverted from Nyla. With a swift, graceful motion, Geralt sidestepped the beast's clawed attack, his sword dancing in a deadly ballet. Each strike was precise, each parry flawless.

Nyla, though terrified, found herself awed by the Witcher's skill. She'd heard tales of his prowess, but witnessing it firsthand was a different experience entirely. The battle raged, a symphony of steel on bone, of snarls and grunts. The forest echoed with the clash of the two adversaries, their every move a deadly dance.

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Nyla's small arm wrapped around Geralt's buff frame as she helped him into the house. Both covered in blood, she flung them to the couch. Tired is the understatement.

Whatever position they landed in, Gerald sat there with his eyes closed holding on to his bleeding torso. Nyla sat there as well til she relized that the couch was covered in blood. Oh well, she'll get him to throw it out in a hour or so, just not right now.

"Geralt."

"Hmm."

"We have to get you stitched up love."

"No it's fine, I'll heal."

"Geralt..."

"Nyla I'm fine, I promise." He opened his eyes, the yellow in his eyes didn't glow like when he's upset. Nyla expression softened as she grabbed his free hand. He squeezed her hand a little but, "Let's just get cleaned up."

Nyla doesn't respond but lets out a breathe she didn't know she held. She made way to the bathroom, prepping the hot bath water. Once finished, she got into the water then called for him. "The water is ready!" In two minutes, Geralt walks in the bathroom, getting in the tub. Nyla looks away in this moment, not it the mood for anything sexual.

Right now she just wants to cuddle this man. When he settled in the water she moved closer to him, placing a head on his shoulder. "I shouldn't have been so stubborn earlier. I'm sorry Geralt, thank you for saving me."

"No need to apologize Nyla." He wrapped his arm around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I will aways come to your rescue." In this moment, the world was silent and all that matter was the steaming water against their skin.

"And I will always appreciate you for that." She spoke gently, her hand rubbed against his scars, amazed at his healing ability. Nyla leaned up from his loving brace, facing him. " I've really missed you Geralt."

" I've missed you too Nyla."

His deep voice made her heart flutter and Nyla averted her gaze, nervously . The Geralt of Rivia claim that he misses her. He gently placed a finger under her chin to make Nyla look to him.

Her heart pounded as their eyes locked, his golden eyes burning into her soul. She felt breathless. Not wasting a second, Geralt placed his lips onto hers.

Their bodies pulsed with the raw energy of their passion, every touch, a testament to their love. Nyla places her hand against his face, deepening the kiss. Geralt pulled her closer wishing he could mold their skin together so they never parted. He wanted to devour her, kissing her ever so passionately, wanting her to feel his love.

She meant everything to him.

As their lips parted, their foreheads rested against each other, their eyes filled with unspoken promises.

They were bound by a love that transcended words, a love that consumed them entirely.

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I know Geralt didn't have many lines, but remember he might not be the most expressive lover. It's his actions and unwavering dedication that speaks words.

Wow, I love the motivation I had for this cause it's crazy how I started on this in 2022 lol. I hope every one enjoy, I wish you the best holidays!

Stay slutty my friends!

[lipeg]

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: Let me see, if I understand, she

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: Was it a fucking dog with a horn that was on fire?

Jaune: Hm

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: So when you left fairytale land, that dog turned into this!

Jaune: Yeah

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: That's a Japanese thing

Riccardo The demonic saint: Begin

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: This can only be Japanese, there's no other explanation, just look at her

Jaune: I don't see anything much

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: She can only have come from a Japanese, because she's blonde, ok she has heterochromia but one of her eyes is blue, she has big breasts, a criminal ass, she's 190 tall! She's got a six pack! Thighs the size of Jaune's head! Plus she's a perfect wife! Do you really think she could have come from a North American!

Jack Prince of the Eighth Circle of Hell: But American comics have always had beautiful women

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: Yes, I can't deny that! Have you ever seen one like this

Jack Prince of the Eighth Circle of Hell:....................... OK you win

Jaune: What is a Japanese?

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: A

Ken Guardian of the Fire Gates: * His oni face changes to an Asian human face *

Jaune: He reminds me of Ren * He reminds me of Ren *

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: He's more Chinese than Japanese, Asian people share very similar characteristics, you can tell the difference between a Japanese and a Chinese person

Neo: " Do you have a problem with Japanese? "

Akin, The one whose spear pierces the stars: He hates Japanese

Rodrigo Beast florist of metal: Can you hate them? The Greeks popularized incest, the Romans popularized rape, the Babylonians popularized zoophilia, the Japanese popularized tentacle sex and pedophilia

Jaune and Neo blink, they look at Riccardo

Riccardo The demonic saint: Yes, he's a racist but he has an argument that reflects on the subject

Kai, Warrior of the sea of ​​stars: It's true, he can make a Japanese hate being Japanese * Kai pointed Ken *

Vert Black Dragon: If you think about it, they could have sex with Barghest, Neo gets on her tits while Jaune sticks his cock in her.

Neo: 😯

Jaune: Barghest out of that. I won't let you corrupt my little Barghest

Riccardo The demonic saint: I want you to leave me out of it, what you do between four walls is trouble

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover

With Barghest history of eating her lovers, is anyone worried that Jaune is getting close to her?

“Yes I am worried about it/Yep/Fuck yes!” Ruby and Pyrrha and Bleiss replied simultaneously, looking at each other and to the amazon-like beauty who was staring at Jaune with ravenous curiosity.

[rinwellisathing]

Companion dialogues for my OCs part 1:

Father Ilya Barghest: Ilya: What brought you to your faith in your goddess, Gale? Gale: I suppose I hadn't thought about it, I've been connected to The Weave so thoroughly my whole life. Mystra is The Weave, and The Weave is a part of me. Ilya: I see! Back home in Rasheman our boys gifted with the weave are hidden from Mystra, mothers and fathers fear them attracting her eye. It is fascinating to see the difference here. ----

Shadowheart: I hope my faith won't be a problem for you, Ilmatari. Ilya: I judge my companions by actions, not words, Shadowheart. When I watch you I see a deeply feeling person with a softness towards children and animals. I think you are just petty sometimes, and really who among us is not? Besides, you have excellent taste in wine! Shadowheart: I....suppose I'll take the compliment.

---- Minsc: You are a quiet sort indeed, my holy friend! Ilya: O...Oh...y...yes, mister...um....I mean....Minsc, Sir! I...I simply don't wish to b...bother you. Minsc: Ha! It is no bother! Boo is fond of you and so too is Minsc! Ilya: O...oh! I'm...It's...it's an honor. Minsc: Eh...no, it is still a hamster.

Sentry Ojeda: Sentry: You know what? I think we've got this! We'll be rid of these tadpoles in no time! Wyll: Oh? I admire your confidence, Sentry, but what makes you say that? Sentry: Well, you know what they say! Where there's a 'Wyll' there's a way! Wyll: *stifled chuckle*

----- Shadowheart: People who stand in the middle of the path to read a map. Sentry: People who hang vapid artwork. Shadowheart: People who can afford better but serve cheap wine. Sentry: People who think the courtesan is in love with them. Shadowheart: Gods, you win. That's the worst. ---- Jaheira: Commander Ojeda was a good woman, if she saw your potential, I believe you have the power to resist Bhaal Sentry: I sure hope so. Hey...while we're talking, what was my mum like as a friend? Jaheira: Could drink a barbarian twice her size under the table, a sharp judge of character, and gods that woman was funny. The observations she made about the stuffy people we would work with.

Jaina Thalassia:

Shadowheart: Ugh...Selunite magic...that 'protection spell' is making my skin crawl. Jaina: It's almost slimy, isn't it? Wave Mother forgive me. ---- Jaina: So, Wyll, you were fond of mermaids as a child? Wyll: Yes, I always imagined meeting one in person. Still, I never imagined they'd be so beautiful. Jaina: Ha! Flatterer. Maybe some evening I'll show you my tail.... Wyll: O...Oh! Ah....ahem...

---- Lae'zel: You prove quite deadly in combat, teethling, not like your kin back at the grove. Jaina: I was raised on a pirate ship, Lae'zel, I'd imagine it's not too different from those Githyanki transports on the Astral Sea. Ah...also, tiefling. Astarion is the only 'teeth'ling.

[barghest-puppy]

Ole x Dae || du er det vakreste som fins for meg.

His voice, his touch, the way he looks at him.. Ole thought he can’t love him even more than he already does, but every day by Dae’s side proves him wrong.

beautiful, gorgeous, fantastic Dae belongs to @barghest-ripperdoc 💚💚💚

[mwolf0epsilon]

Plushies and Gingerbread Men, oh my!

[musashden]

Kurt's Favorite

Yeah I ship them. Huge shock. Moving on.

I love love LOVE Kurt and Jago together. Their dynamic is just perfect. Big man in charge and his vicious little accountant. Kurt loves money and Jago is the one keeping him and Barghest flush. It also doesn't hurt that Jago is cute as a button. I imagine Kurt lets Jago get away with everything. My head cannon for Kurt is that he has a weakness for brats.

So what do we have here? First is these two trying to be stealthy. Maybe they head out to Nightcity for a date but seeing how Kurt's face is on a blimp they have to dress very lowkey. It doesn't work, they get spotted and spend the night out running the police - which is actually a perfect date for these two idiots.

Like I said, Jago is Kurt's favorite so when his babe needs a nap you better believe Kurt has a shoulder to lean on. And you had better keep quiet - Jago needs his beauty sleep.

What do you think they're chatting about? My guess, Jago is rattling off random facts about dog breeds and Kurt just likes hearing him talk.

The last one is just an old meme plus another head cannon that Kurt likes honey mustard.

Do you ship Kurt and Jago too? Great! I wrote a bunch of stories about them already:

Mag Dog

Screwed the Pooch

Delicate

[hasmashdoneanythingwrong]

Call Barghest a lumpfish the way she’s Very Beautiful, Very Powerful.

[theterrorreversebang]

Presenting, for your viewing and reading pleasure: the final collection of this year's Terror Reverse Bang, a feast of gorgeous artwork, beautiful fic, friendship, laughter, tears, …some horny. OK, a lot of horny.

You can find the AO3 collection for the event here. Summaries and links to the artwork below the cut.   

Thank you all for going on this fantastic journey with us.

Eat well and enjoy.

- ❤️, Charlie and Vio 

amateur operator (T, hickey/irving tozer/irving, 10.5k)

artwork and concept by entangled_system

fic by pointyshades

At an isolated research station at the top of a warming world, in the most inhospitable place on Earth for communications, John Irving studies signal propagation - and studiously avoids the obvious metaphor. John’s had a lot of practice at ignoring the obvious, but when an improbable random contact with an amateur radio operator calling himself "EC" leads to even more improbable regular contact with the same operator, not even John can ignore the ridiculous reality: a growing relationship with someone he knows only by their call sign; a relationship conducted half in Morse code.

John's real-life connections aren't going half so well, and neither is his research: his radio equipment keeps suffering accidents, and he can't stop getting into arguments with Sergeant Tozer, the man assigned to help him fix it. Frustrated, he turns even further toward his relationship with EC - and finds himself being urged down a path of paranoia as to who is actually damaging his equipment.

an arcane kind of murder (M, fitzier, 7.5k)

artwork and concept by pretendingday

fic by shakespeares_girl

At the Baronet Franklin's annual tourney, a series of murders begins. Francis is pressed into investigating, with the help of James Fitzjames. But Lord Franklin won't cancel the tournament, and the murders are getting more and more violent.

as per my last email (E, joplittle, 67.2k)

artwork and concept by mitarashi8

fic by manicpixiedreamjop

Edward Little has lived his life the way he thought he was supposed to. He went to a good university, got a good job as the head of PR at Erebus men’s magazine, and bought a home. He blames the fact that he hans’t dated since university on the fact that he doesn’t have time and not the fact that it terrifies him, and spends what little free time he has trying to pretend he isn’t miserable.

His neighbour Thomas Jopson has lived his life the only way he knows how. He fought his way from a childhood in foster care into a degree and a career that he loves, spending his days doing social work and his evenings volunteering with a local nonprofit supporting queer youth in the foster system. He plans his days down to the second, hardly allowing himself time for anything outside of work and sleep, but he is, at least mostly, satisfied.

When Edward’s boss is quoted saying something homophobic, it’s Edward’s job to clean up the mess, which leads him to the nonprofit that Thomas volunteers with. This new connection has the potential to turn both Edward and Thomas’ lives upside down. If only the two of them actually liked each other.

barghest. (T, joplittle, 10.3k)

artwork and concept by oughtnots

fic by derry_rain

Edward Little is a humble accountant in the late 1920s, but he has lately become haunted by visions of death: his own death, in the form of a great black dog not unlike one that bit him as a child. When his endless visions of ice and snow and the black dog won't end, he finds himself turning to a paranormal private eye: Thomas Jopson.

be that my cue to crave you (E, little/le vesconte, 9.6k)

artwork and concept by bilgewater01

fic by orchis

“If I could eat anything right now—”

“Henry.”

“Anything at all, from all the dishes and delicacies I've ever stuffed my face with—”

“Henry.”

“I think I'd go for an apple,” he finishes. “How awfully pedestrian of me. Nothing fancy, just an apple, and I don't even have the strong teeth for it anymore.”

“Henry.”

He huffs. “I hear you,” he says, and Edward can imagine him frowning, lips pursed. He wishes he could see him in the dark. “Tell me what you'd have, then, and I'll shut up about it.”

As the dark winters of the Arctic stretch before him, Edward yearns and craves and waits.

dear john (T, hodgson/irving/little, 16.6k)

artwork and concept by turnofthesentry

fic by mxjopsonfan

When John receives an anonymous love letter he resolves immediately to find the culprit. Little does he know that he is about to go on a voyage of self-discovery, realisations of deep affection, and three of her Majesty's naval Lieutenants showing how incapable they are of being Normal About Feelings.

ice wine (M, fitzier, 19.9k)

artwork and concept by o-rchidae

fic by melismata

Sir John, English wine pioneer, has survived every crisis since the 70s. Surely three bad harvests and a global pandemic aren't such a big deal? Fortunately, everyone else at Parable Wines agrees the business urgently needs saving. Unfortunately, no-one agrees how.

iceblink luck (M, fitzier, 30.4k)

artwork and concept by marella-moon - x

fic by perenial

October, 1987. With the Thatcher government entering its third term, Defence minister Sir John Franklin looks to offload two of his dockside London properties: one, a successful dance school directed by celebrated principal danseur James Fitzjames, and the other, a century-old boxing gym helmed by former middleweight Olympic hopeful turned disgraced misanthrope Francis Crozier.

In a show of generosity, Franklin offers Crozier the chance to buy out the gym he's poured over a decade of work into. It should be the opportunity he's been waiting for – except Crozier's barely keeping the gym afloat as it is, and Franklin's asking price far exceeds his means. With only one month to cough up the funds or forfeit the gym, Crozier finds himself backed into a corner, fighting for a piece of history he refuses to let go and against a past that's just waiting for him to give in.

matching such unlikes (G, fitzier, 7.5k)

artwork and concept by asparklethatisblue

fic by acephalous

In which Sir John tries his hand at matchmaking: after all who could be a more perfect match for his dear niece than James Fitzjames?

our flag means mutiny (T, hickey/gibson, 8.5k)

artwork and concept by o-rchidae

fic by borderparasol

Cornelius Hickey, William Gibson, and Solomon Tozer have successfully pulled off a grand mutiny, stealing HMS Terror to sail on the open seas and live their life free from the shackles of the Empire, plundering and making their living as pirates!

So...now what? And does anybody know how to fish?

provenance (M, jopzier fitzier silna/goodsir, 7.7k)

artwork and concept by kaupaint

fic by hangingfire

Three relics of the lost Franklin Expedition.

“Don't you get it yet? It must act like a recording, fixed in the floor and the walls. Right in the substance of them, a trace of what happened in there. And we pick it up. We act as detectors, decoders, amplifiers … It would have to be in the stone.”

—The Stone Tape, Nigel Kneale, 1972

reform your behaviour (E, irving/jopson, 9.4k)

artwork and concept by royaielfroot

fic by somelikeitred (ringofboubt)

After finding Hickey and Gibson in a compromising position, Lieutenant Irving intends to inform the Captain immediately. But when he finds Jopson first the Captain's steward persuades him to be lenient.

“Is it necessary to condemn the men -," Jopson considered his words, searching for the phrasing least likely to spook the lieutenant, "-over a desire for companionship? Is it so unforgivable for a man to be lonely?”

John studied him carefully; unable to formulate any response. Surely, Jopson could not be arguing that such vices were acceptable.

sent to the sea (E, annfitzrossier, 10.4k)

artwork and concept by brainyraccoons

fic by swanfloatieknight

After James Ross rescued them, Francis and James return to London in 1848. Francis lives with the Rosses in married bliss.

If only he could stop thinking about James Fitzjames, the bond they shared in the Arctic, and the last letter he sent that Fitzjames never replied to.

sweet to tongue, sound to eye (T, hodgson/irving/little, 10.1k)

artwork and concept by brimstone-cowboy

fic by unnecessary

After an Admiralty party bidding them farewell, the lieutenants get lost in Hampstead Heath. But not all is as it seems...

those wretched beings (M, multiple characters, 7.8k)

artwork and concept by melisusthewee

fic by notinmylab

A very literal take on the idea that colonialism is an infectious disease and that English ships are the carriers. Or, a zombie AU where Something Else is on the ice with them.

unerring devotion (T, jopzier, 7.5k)

artwork and concept by awhbeans

fic by yellow

Everyone else called Francis Frank, but in the quiet of their tent Thomas called him Francis.

Francis wore his two identities awkwardly, like an ill-fitting suit he couldn’t take off. He slipped into old fashioned speech and complained that people thought it affected. But Thomas liked it, just like he liked that Francis still let him call him Francis, and didn’t insist they were different people now. Quite the opposite.

If anything, Thomas was the one who had taken his two lives and separated them neatly, folded them and put them away. With Francis he could take out Thomas and put it on, like crawling into another skin. It was worn and battered but Francis seemed to like it best, and Thomas was glad of it.

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Thomas Jopson and Francis Crozier are reincarnated. They find each other, and then they set out to find their missing men.

unknown by name or rank (E, joplittle, 17.1k)

artwork and concept by mitarashi8

fic by hypallepse

Years after the Great War, in a tiny illegal pub in the British countryside, Thomas met an awkward veteran and Edward a mysterious war nurse. They almost crashed in their desire to get to know each other, they shared an evening like no other, before having their night cut short by a police raid. How to find the other back with no memory of each other’s name or address? Why even try?

Both of them will stumble in the dark, battling the remnants of the war, unaware of the secret they will unearth in their effort to get that new chance at life.

[guaranteed-ssr]

Muses!

There's four of them now, making it slightly more complex. Following the results of Fate Grand/Order Part 7 1/2, the residents of Chaldea base include one fatigued master, one un-aliened director, and a managerie of history's most beautiful and compression-straining women.

It falls to the two of them to put up with their nonsense.

FUJIMARA RITSUKA (GUDAKO)

Humanity's last master, and the resolver of every incident that several historical revision incidents have thrown at her. Her reward for this is to be the eternal vigil of history against the surprising amount of utterly enormous tits that can be found throughout history, all of which are big enough to unravel it. She takes her job seriously; she put WAY too much effort in to saving the world to lose it to a pair of tits.

OLGA-MARIE ANIMUSPHERE (NO ALIEN NEEDED)

The once-and-now director of Chaldea, Olga-Marie Animusphere is the prodigal daughter of the even more prodigal Marisbury Animusphere. Now that whatever he was up to is out of the way, and now that she got an actual alien out of her skin, Olga-Marie is able to return to her position as director.

..The only difference between then and now is the absolute apocalypse of a cock that now throbs between her legs. The only thing keeping Chaldea, the earth, and the rest of reality intact is Da Vinci's genius and the Marisbury family's knack for magic related to the heavens, and even then compression failure is a daily threat. 75% of Chaldea's alarms are dedicated to just her, and with her being surrounded by tit monsters on every side, it's every thing she can do to stay as calm as possible, and not--

THRHRRBBBCRRRRRKKK-- G̸̬̑R̵̫̓R̷͇͌G̶̭̐L̷͕̆L̶͔͋R̴͔͘Ḿ̴͙M̸͓̀M̷̜̏B̶̝͌L̷͇̋L̴͖͝~̸͖͒

Size Rank? Number 1!

Power Rank? Number 2! ISHTAR (THAT'S SUPER ISHTAR TO YOU)

A true divine spirit and goddess of fertility virility, Ishtar's existence as a servant and personality as a huge bitch makes her much more of a problem compared to Olga-Marie, even if she's a good deal shorter. Additionally, the countless Holy Grails used to power her compression have left her permanently in Super Ishtar mode, leaving her unequivically the strongest servant in Chaldea. She will cause problems, will cause them on purpose, and will fuck whoever she wants.

Size Rank? Number 2!

Power Rank? Number 1!

BARGHET (BARGHEST BARGHEST BARGHEST)

Like Ishtar in many ways, and unlike her in many others. Chivalrous as she is, Barghest has needs, and she's much less capable of holding them back than Olga-Marie. Expect property damage.

Size Rank? Number 3!

Power Rank? ..Number 3! She's normal!

[ouroboros-hideout]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OC

Name

Alyona Petrova

Nicknames

She goes by the nickname Aon, but it's actually her real name now, as she hasn't used her full name for over a decade. Anna, a girl from her clan who she has grown very fond of over the years, calls her Yoni.

Age

Born on the 21th January 2035 

Pronouns

She / Her

Sexuality

Heteroflex (all people she would say she had something going with, that could be described a relationship where men, but doesn't mean she didn't already fall for / can be interested in women as well girl, consider it after all those man-failures

Hair Color and style

She has black hair and wears it differently over the years, but never longer than down to the shoulders. She went from that shoulder length to a buzzcut, then to the pixie cut/undercut-style and grows it back a little longer in 2077+

Eye Color

She used to have natural blue eyes. Her optics are blue-ish as well but a lot lighter and since it's tech they have an “artificial touch”. Depending on the light you probably wouldn't notice that she has implants though. I would describe it as icy-blue.

Height

Something around 1,78 m

Body Type

She had a lot of training in close combat fighting and works with heavy machinery and therefore is really athletic. Besides that she does small workouts/exercises to stay in shape.

Personality

She is a really funny person who likes to laugh if you can put up with a lot of sarcasm and teasing. But she can also get very serious when the situation calls for it. She can be very impulsive and act rashly, but she tries to stop this uncontrolled behavior bit by bit with more thoughtful action and to grow from it. Although she carries a lot of heavy shit around with her, she tries not to let it show and can be a very caring and relaxed friend once you get along with her.

Tattoos

She has a big tattoo of a Lynx that’s surrounded by some raven feathers on her back. Gregori, a member of her clan, did on her a few years after she joined the nomads.

Piercings

She has a septum piercing, besides that nothing more. She didn't even want it in the first place. But it was a funny night with a lot of cheap vodka and she and some of her friends in the clan played a “do-or-dare”. In the end she weaseled out and let Gregori pierce her nose. Though both of them were so wasted the other day they couldn't even remember what the other choice was. After all, she really liked it so kept it.

Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect.

She has many thin scars on her face from a fight with her stepfather, the Russian accent when she speaks English and a quite gritty voice.

Hobbies

She loves nature and spends a lot of time there whenever possible. Short or long walks or even a hike are therefore among her hobbies. She also started learning her father's craft as a teenager and has been forging her own knives ever since. I don't know if you would call it a hobby, but she regularly writes diaries and makes little sketches to accompany the entries. Then there's her fascination with old movies and music, which she spends a lot of time and money collecting and of course consuming.

Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc}

She used to be in a nomad clan but she and many others parted ways with the family due to some heavy shit that went down.

The group stayed together, but since they settled down and don't travel the land it probably isn't right to still call them nomads. But since most of them never knew any other life they still like to use the term for themselves and formed their own clan and call themselves “The Lynxed” (a play of words of “lynx” and “jinxed”).

You probably also could say she is an “honorable member” of Barghest since she does a lot of work for them.

Do they smoke?

She does, not extremely heavily, a normal amount like 5 – 10 cigarettes per day, depending on what she does / where she is. Can be more tho if she is stressed out.

Do they drink? If so, what's their poison of choice?

You can spark her interest with quite some things as long as it isn't too fancy. She prefers strong liquors like vodka and whiskey in their pure form or really subtle drinks like a Gin Tonic or a Moscow Mule. Though she doesn't drink a lot, rather a nightcap at the end of the day from time to time or when there is something to celebrate. Or if she has to go to one of Kurt´s parties. There she drinks a lot.

What do they usually wear on a normal day?

A normal day in her world would be in the workshop. So practical clothes that can, and 100% will, get dirty. Cargopants, heavy boots, some kind of t-shirt or tank top underneath a harness with tools or a jacket. Later in the evening when the work is done she would slip into some more comfy clothes. Normal pants, some ripped jeans or anything that is laying around and a fresh shirt. Everything in black or dark gray or brown tones.

What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".}

If it was for her she never would “get dressed up”. When she is meeting with clients or is traveling she already dresses (in her eyes) in a more “fashionable” or “business” kind of way. The only reason she would wear something fancy is if she attends one of the Sapphire parties. And then Kurt chooses something for her. After several times she refused to take what he got for her she wears a blouse, some sort of blazer or bolero jacket, suit pants and some elegant flat shoes. She always says she looks like a corpo-doll, but does him the favor if he wears something else than his usual military clothes as well.

What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.}

The smell of the tobacco she smokes clings to her like a shadow and therefore is the most present smell that defines her, especially when she is not in the workshop. But it's not overly heavy or harsh and has a slightly sweet note. It's also the classic smell you'd expect from someone who works all day with machinery, engine oil and other heavy tools. Leather, a little damp. I like to think of it as the smell of a car workshop, since it's kind of hard to describe.

How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc.

She walks very purposefully, upright and with a certain steadfastness. You could say rather inelegant, but she makes a very confident impression.

Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?

She can be both depending on the mood/mental condition or workload, but prefers to stick to her schedule of waking up pretty early and getting a lot of things done during the day so she has a few hours of freetime she can spend with her hobbies, friends or family. Doesn’t work out every time since she’s a workaholic though.

If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?

Stong(er than she thinks)

What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?

There is nothing really outstanding in my opinion. She can get really creative with teasing names or descriptions of Kurt, but besides that I can't think of anything.

Favorite Season

Winter. You could argue that she maybe would like something warmer since she is stuck in snow and ice most of the time of the year, but she is used to it and is not a big fan of the heat.

Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc}

Is fog the weather? I just say it is. She really loves foggy mornings in the woods and in Dogtown (even if that fog always looks a bit concerning). Besides that she loves thunderstorms and rain. The raw power of nature.

Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?

Colonel Handsome

Main Ship/Pairings

My OTP is Kaon (Kurt Hansen + Aon)

Side Pairings

You could probably call the other relationships she had side pairings though I don't really put much effort into thickening the plot around them. There was a boy in her youth named Anatoly, or short Tolik, the classic teenage-romance-thing. After that she had something going with a guy named Yakov from the clan she joined but that was a rather short experience too.

Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings

Still Kaon. Besides that I don’t mind some of the Baddieghest ships with their female OCs :smug_kurt_emoji:

How do they show affection to their loved one?

Her loved ones have to endure a lot of teasing, name-calling and sometimes small gestures like nudging or light punches in the side - all affectionately. She also shines through acts of service or by simply spending quality time with the person. She is a very good listener and tries to get to the bottom of problems and solve them somehow. However, she is not a fan of public displays of affection. She can be very touchy and even cuddly or sweet when she is alone with the person she cares about, but otherwise she tends to hold back in this regard, as she has had rather bad experiences in previous relationships and through her life circumstances. It's a kind of "unfavorable protective instinct" because she doesn't want to paint a big red target on the back of the person she cares about, so to speak. That's why she can sometimes come across as rather cold.

How do they sit in a chair?

Leaning, you could say she is lounging rather than sitting. Sometimes she also has her legs crossed. Depending on what kind of chair it is and how entertaining or boring the given situation is, she would lean her elbows on her haunches and adopt the classic "I have to support my head to avoid falling asleep" posture.

How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version}

Back straight, legs together at the knees. Like a guilty child who has done something wrong and has to wait to be told off (something she has already experienced many times).

What do they wear to bed?

A shirt and underwear in Dogtown and something warmer in Russia. Some sort of thermo-clothes, leggings, shirt or a hoodie.

How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}

Arms and legs all over the place and shifting around a lot. Blankets and pillows always get lost during the night and go to the floor. She wakes up a few times as well but when there are strong arms of a particular Colonel around her, that hold her in place, she can sleep a lot calmer.

How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc}

It takes her a few nights to get used to a new place, but she is not particularly uncomfortable as she is used to traveling and has certainly slept in many different places. She wouldn't use up all the space of her bed or whatever she sleeps on and keeps her pillow and blanket very close to her. You could say a lot less carelessly. And just in case: her knife at hand.

Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}

She has become used to the quiet hum of the generators from the mine that power the heating and other technical equipment. She doesn't need them to sleep comfortably, but it's strange to sleep in complete silence.

What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?

In the forest near the mine, there is a clearing with a huge old tree that could be something like "the heart of the forest". When Aon saw it for the first time, her jaw dropped and she has been enchanted by this place ever since. She brought some old shipping containers to the spot and built herself a hideaway or hut near the old tree. In this little "home" she has also set up a really old-school forge where she makes her knives and other sharp things. It's also the place where she always goes to write her diaries because she knows no place that can beat it for silence and peacefulness. In fact, she is very strict about her privacy there. Only Anna and Kurt are allowed to accompany her there. And to answer the question: Of course it is also the place she goes when upset. There's nothing better than cooling off a little by shouting into the forest and getting the tension out.

What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}

I love that the suggestions are already play with knife and zippo because exactly that is the case. And shaky legs, when it's a situation where she has to sit somewhere.

What is their "tell" for lying?

You can tell very quickly if she is lying because she's a terrible liar. The first sign is always that she clears her throat and can't maintain eye contact with the person she's talking to. She also talks faster than usual and gets nervous very quickly. All in all, she would rather slay you with the truth, no matter how hard it is.

What is their favorite color?

Teal

Favorite flower/plant

She's not a flower girl but she likes all sorts of wood since she knows a huge variety of it through her knife crafting. Her favorite tree is the Oak.

Favorite sweet of choice

I'm going to cause an uproar with this, but: licorice

Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them

A dog living on a junkyard She had a cat in the mine for a few years. Well, it wasn't her cat, but the clan's cat, as they had brought it from her old family. His name was Bill, an old, feisty geezer, but he liked the open, wide space where he could roam, find lots of hiding places and catch mice. He wasn't exactly a cuddly friend, but from time to time he came to get a few pats. Sooner or later old age got him but everyone has at least one story about old man Bill at hand if you ask. 

Another animal friend that Aon meets is a female raven. The intelligent but teasing animal lived in the abandoned mine that Aon claimed as her own. It was a kind of twist of fate when she and the other nomads were looking for shelter when the animal's harsh cawing led them to this very place. The raven was initially skeptical about her new roommates, but she soon gained a lot of trust in the woman with the sharp blades.

What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down?

She has agoraphobia, so she is quite easily overwhelmed by large crowds and wants to get out of there as quickly as possible. For example, she never goes to the public area of the black market in Dogtown because it's too packed for her in some areas. What can bring her down here is if she has someone with her who she really trusts 100% and who "looks out for her" in a way or if she just gets the fuck out of there. Another big trigger is the fear of failing, disappointing someone or doing something wrong that has consequences for others. Here it is usually enough to talk her down and try to convince her that everything is okay. She is very protective of the people who are important to her. Another small thing that luckily has rarely happened is that when she gets completely out of breath she can panic quickly because it always brings her back mentally to the night her stepfather tried to strangle her. It takes a few minutes to get out of the crisis. But as soon as she regains control over her body, the anxiety disappears relatively quickly.

If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?

There is not really a place that sparks her interest so much that she would plan something like a vacation there or something like that. It's always rather a nice circumstance when she comes somewhere for work where she's never been before and enjoys it. Even if Russia and especially the part of Siberia where she lives seems rather unreal, she likes it best there. If she really had to choose, it would probably be Canada, Alaska or even Iceland (I hope it still exists in 2077 lol). It's similar enough to what she calls home but less hostile in terms of climate and most likely also socially and politically. Exactly which part of these countries she would visit, however, would be more of a spontaneous decision. Probably more remote and lots of nature anyway.

What is their favorite comfort meal?

Anna´s Bliny. With a sweet topping.

Do they have a food they hate?

She can't really cook besides the most basic things and isn't a foodie or picky eater so she won't complain much about anything that's served to her, but definitely prefers homemade/fresh meals instead of some stale plastic fast food.

What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?

Everyday starts with a cup of black coffee.

What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?

For a long time, her only plan was to survive. After crossing the Grim Reaper a few times, she has in a way gotten used to this “one day at a time” lifestyle. She is very perfectionist and ambitious when it comes to her craft, so she wants to keep her business going, not least because she has a responsibility to her people. At least until 2077, her life is turned upside down again. After that, Kurt's plans for the future become hers too.

What's a song that "fits" them?

If I had to choose a theme song for her it would be Arlekino.

Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them

- She always carries a small hand-carved Lynx figure made of Blue Apatite around with her, that her father once made. It is her talisman.

- She's missing two molar teeth on the right side of her mouth she lost in a fight

- In addition to her native Russian, she speaks fluent English and decent Polish. She also has a basic knowledge of Mandarin due to some contacts in Asia.

- Her knife is called Claw

- Her favorite movie is Kill Bill Vol. 1

Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}

Alyona Petrova had a bright future as a high-ranking engineer on the SovOil payroll ahead of her – education, prestige and a fat wallet for the rest of her life. Growing up in the corruption-ridden heart of Moscow, however, this was not a life Aon could have imagined for herself. A troubled teenager who had problems fitting into that society she never felt she belonged to, an ambitious and abusive stepfather who tried to integrate her into his world by any means necessary – in the end an explosive mixture. She is forced to flee from her “home”, from the henchmen of the Secret Police and basically anyone who tried to collect her more than considerable bounty. Manslaughter, attempted murder and industrial espionage are not minor crimes – although she didn't commit any of these herself and only served as a scapegoat. While on the run, Aon was taken in by a group of nomads only a short time later, and made herself a name as a mechanic and engineer in the Russian underground and large parts of the USSR.

Unfortunately, this connection was also doomed to failure.

To this day, her base of operation is an abandoned and forgotten SovOil coal mine frome where she runs her small but more than lucrative business. Whether guns or heavier war machines – you have the blueprints of as yet unreleased weapons of mass destruction and a few special requests? She is your contact.

Due to unforeseen and rather unfavorable circumstances for her at the time, she came into contact with a certain Militech Colonel in the mid-2060s. The initial tension between the two quickly evaporated and a friendship developed, and later more. Hansen used her skills and contacts to build up his own black market empire in Night City. The knife he wears on his uniform was a gift - A gesture Aon only makes to her closest confidants and important persons in her life.

Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share

She's the first female OC I really spent time creating a lore for. And I love her more than any other character I ever came up with and will drag her through all fandoms to come.