#and it’s also good to go wild on the OC/self-insert front

[scary-grace]

I don’t think I’m particularly qualified to give writing advice, but I can’t stress enough the importance of every so often writing garbage that’s just for you to read.

[justmanic03]

Amethyst - Chapter one

A/N: Uh... hey guys I'm just some random girl on the internet who is obsessed with Pokemon games and decided to create my own AU... it's a self insert so if you like reading this sort of thing that's why I decided to share it. I should probably clear a few things up first though, I'm not an author in any way, I've been writing fiction all my life but I've never actually shared any of it online before, so this is my first time (don't judge me lol).

Some of the overarching themes here are actually pretty dark compared to what the average Pokemon fan is used to. I don't go into any sordid details, however, these themes are just glossed over. I struggle with my mental health a lot, and I wanted to shed some light on these issues whilst simultaneously doing something fun with a bunch of cute creatures, you know what I mean?

On a final note, This is purely fanfiction. I know ya'll do have the common sense to realise that but I have to put a copyright disclaimer here anyway. All rights of the Pokemon franchise belong to Nintendo and this is purely just a fan-made spinoff "game" written by me that's not actually canon. That said, all the characters are my own personal OCs. Except you, of course. lol.

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Summary: Taldourse is a prospering region known for its incredibly rich biodiversity and formidably strong Pokemon trainers. When Y/N's time comes, they and their rival set off on a journey of not only Pokemon discovery, but also self discovery. Y/N and their rival quickly set their sights on reaching the well-covered title of Champion, which has only ever been achieved by two trainers in the history of Taldourse. Yet, as time goes on, Y/N realises that winning is not the most important thing in life, it is in fact the people around them.

‘Welcome to the land of Pokemon, where trainers far and wide gather together to celebrate the fascinating creatures that inhabit our world! Here in the Taldourse region, our diverse ecosystem is home to hundreds – possibly even thousands – of unique creatures eagar to be discovered by you! Here in Taldourse, we pride ourselves in being more than just trainers to these wonderful creatures, but friends, mentors, and lifelong companions! Taldoursians are famous all around the world for their top-notch trainers, strength, and resolve! There is a Pokemon out there for everyone! Join me, Professor Birch, and countless other fanatics in Taldourse and begin your journey today!’

…

COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!!!

I can’t lie – I was already awake before the crack of dawn. How could I have slept, knowing that once this night was over, the journey of my life as a Pokemon trainer would begin! The adventure I’d dreamed of since the day I was old enough to conceptualise Pokemon! Heck, my first word was even ‘Pikachu’! And now finally, after all these years I had spent fantasising about being the greatest Pokemon trainer of all time and being the third person in history to reach Champion Rank in Pokemon battling… and now it felt as though all if my dreams were coming to fruition. Yet, in my conscious mind, I tried not to let my imagination run too wild. This was, after all, only the start, and I was going to receive my first Pokemon from the Professor.

And so I sprung up out of bed, filled with adrenaline, and within seconds, I was donning my favourite outfit that I had purchased years ago and saved for this very day; a red-and-white striped shirt with an Eevee, some beige safari shorts, matching red-and-white sneakers, and of course, a Pokeball cap. I grabbed my red backpack and stood in front of the mirror. This was it, I looked like a real Pokemon trainer! And, in a few hours time, I would be a real Pokemon trainer! My heart was pounding and my feet were burning up, itching to get going! I skipped down the stairs to find my mom already awake and dressed, yet she was rubbing her eyes, not used to being awake this early. ‘Good morning, Y/N’ she chirped, whilst stifling a yawn. Her eyes widened when she saw me sporting my outfit. ‘Hey mom, what do you think of Trainer Y/N?” I proudly spun around, showcasing the entire outfit. However, before she had time to conjugate a response, we were interrupted by a loud series of thuds on our door.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!

Mom walked towards the door, and opened it. ‘Oh hello, Danny. You’re up bright and early just like Y/N!’

‘I sure am, Mrs L/N, ready to seize the day as tight as a Pokeball!’ My best friend sang back. As Danny strode in, I took a gander at his outfit. It was almost identical to mine, yet his T-shirt and sneakers were blue rather than red.

‘So, today is the day you both get your first Pokemon!’ Mom excitedly said, vigorously rubbing her hands together.

‘Yeah, but I doubt Y/N is as excited as me!’ Danny grinned and struck a pose, causing mom and I to roll our eyes.

‘Oh, come off it, Dan! I’ve been awake all night!’ I retorted.

‘Oh dear, that is not healthy at all. What have I told you about always making sure you get enough beauty sleep?’ Mom sighed, causing me to roll my eyes as I turned back towards Danny. Danny just flipped his mousy brown hair. ‘Yeah, my mom’s been giving me the old beauty sleep lecture too,’

‘Danny, have you already eaten breakfast? I could make you both some scrambled eggs.’ Mom called, opening the refrigerator door.

‘Oh no ma’am, Y/N and I have gotta dash! Today’s the day we get our first Pokemon! We need to get down to the Prof’s house immediately!’

‘I’m not sure the Professor will even be awake yet, Danny, it’s only 6am!’ I chuckled.

‘Well duh, of course he will be awake! Can’t afford to keep the future Champion of Taldourse waiting!’

‘Daniel, you do realise that there have only ever been two champions in Taldoursian history…?’ I reminded him.

Danny paused awkwardly as my statement dawned on him. However, in his typical fashion, he quickly returned to his usual exuberant self. ‘Well I’m going to be the third! And at your slow pace, you won’t even make it to challenge the Elite Four!’

‘Hey, don’t patronise me!’ I chastised him.

‘Hmph. I doubt you’ll make it very far into the Gym Challenge with your half-foot-in attitude anyway.’ He crossed his arms. ‘Anyway, I’m off to get my new Poke-pal. I’ll have him on at least Level 20 by the time you even make it to Birch’s house. Smell ya later, Slowpoke!’

And with that, he turned on his heel and darted out of the door. I stared after him, almost in disbelief.

‘I’ve never understood that boy. Especially not lately.’ Mom remarked.

‘Yeah, he’s really blowing hot and cold with me at the moment. I guess I should follow him then. Later, mom.’

‘Wait, dear Y/N, at least let me make you some scramb-,’

I closed the door behind me, and broke out into a jog down my garden path. Danny’s words had really touched a nerve, and I was determined to make him eat them.

You see, Danny had always been a strange one. I considered him my best friend on one hand, because that’s what he had been ever since we were born. He would tease me, make fun of me, and acted a lot like a typical older brother. Yet other times, he would belittle me, insult me, and show off his prowess in arrogant displays of bravado. Although I’d known him my whole life – we had always lived near to each other back in Unova, and now had moved to Taldourse onto the same street – there was STILL a part of me that just couldn’t figure him out. Yet, when the chips were down, he was always the one who stood up for me if another kid made a snide remark. And now the time had come, I had a burning desire within my heart to beat Danny in every single Pokemon battle we found ourselves in. I wasn’t going to spend another minute living in his shadow. I was going to be a truly formidable rival to him.

***

Knock knock knock.

The creaky wooden door to the cottage swung open, to reveal an incredibly tall, pale-skinned man in his mid thirties with very short brown hair and piercing orange eyes. I immediately assumed he was the Professors’ assistant or something, however, I did find it a little bizzarre he was wearing a lab coat. And, once he opened his mouth, things seemed to only get all the more bizzarre. ‘Hello, young man/woman. I am Professor Birch! I presume you’re here to get your first Pokemon?’

His words went completely over my head. THIS was the professor?! I expected someone a lot older… at the very least. Nonetheless, I shook off the feeling as he held the door to his house open and I cautiously stepped inside. The young man walked over to his desk and opened a large folder. ‘Are you planning to take part in the gym challenge?” He asked whilst flipping through various documents. I nodded, still not having completely adjusted to the fact that THIS was the Professor. ‘Right then, let me just find an enrolment form. It’s probably best to get the boring stuff out of the way first.’

I took this opportunity to peak around the room. There was a large table with dozens of Pokeballs on the top, some of which were vibrating, suggesting there were Pokemon inside. The desk of the Professor was alarmingly messy, with seemingly random papers strewn everywhere. You’d think the guy would clean up a bit before inviting guests. I immediately shrugged these thoughts off, feeling like an asshole for being overly judgemental of this affable, harmless man. ‘I just need you to sign on the dotted line.’ He said with a smile, handing me the enrolment form and a pen. I noticed that the forms had already been pre-signed by the Elite Four of the region. Whilst scribbling my signature, I was interrupted by an extremely loud slam of the front door to the house which made the floor beneath me shake, and my pen squiggled.

SLAM!!!

‘Professor! Professor Birch!’ a high-pitched female’s voice rang in my ears. I turned around to see two people, one male and one female around the same height as me, although the male was slightly shorter. They were both dressed in all black, wearing T-shirts with a glowing full moon on them, black combat boots and spiky rucsacs that were seemingly designed based on a Woobat. The girl had long, straight, purple hair and mean-looking grey eyes. The guy had black hair that was styled in spikes with copious amounts of hair gel. It reminded me of something a 90s-industrial metal band hairstyle. The girl piped up. ‘I’m ready for my Pokemon now! Where are the enrolment forms!’ She elbowed me out of the way, seemingly not having noticed I was there, leaned forwards over the desk and attempting to grab one of the documents from the Professor’s folder. The male just stood back and watched. “Lisa, settle down please!” Professor Birch encouraged, seemingly amused by the girls’ over-exuberance. I stood there, slightly irate, but did not bother to chastise her. Frankly, she looked too scary to be messed with.

‘Y/N here was first in line to get his/her Pokemon. Perhaps you two can go wait in the garden and hang out with the Sunflora?’ Lisa and her male counterpart exchanged looks of consideration. ‘Come on Mackenzie, let’s show the Sunflora the new vape I got down at Pollux.’ Lisa turned on her heel and skipped out of the door. Mackenzie’s eyes then turned to me, flashing me a seemingly sympathetic look. ‘Sorry,’ he mumbled, before following Lisa out the door. ‘My most profound apologies,’ The professor remarked. ‘Those two are extremely misguided. Especially that Lisa,’

This comment piqued my interest. ‘Misguided in what way, Professor?’ I asked. He stood still with a stern expression lacing his features, before eventually shaking his head as if he was snapping out of a trance. ‘Don’t worry yourself too much about that, young man/woman. Now, let’s get you your Pokemon! I have three here! I did have four, but young Daniel was ahead of you, I’m afraid. So Pikachu isn’t an option.’

WHAT?! My heart skipped a beat and extreme jealousy accelerated through my body. Pikachu was an electric-type! It would surely have an advantage over whatever starter Pokemon I was about to obtain.

Damn, Daniel. ​I silently cursed to myself as I followed the Professor. ‘Wait here,’ Professor Birch instructed. I took this opportunity to look around the room. I had never been inside the Professor’s home before, and had always wondered what it looked like. I had seen his family out and about around Taldourse, but never the Professor himself.​He was always working away in his lab. In terms of his house, it was pretty basic, with dusty wooden flooring and beams propping up the thatched roof. However, despite the rustic design, the portraiture adorning the walls was quite the contrast, complete with gilded gold frames of many Pokemon and people that the Professor held dear.

There was one picture in which the Professor had just graduated, grinning and holding a Pokeball in his hand, surrounded by his family members whom I immediately recognised. There was an Eevee on his shoulder, and a Mareanie nuzzling his leg. His mother’s fluffy grey hair was being flattened down by a rather portly Greedent, and his father had a Silicobra coiled around his walking stick. There were other portraits on the walls, showing various dragon evolutions, however, one of the portraits seemed rather out of place compared to the others. It was much smaller than the rest of the artwork pieces, and the frame was much more intricate and even had some precious stones embedded. As I slowly made my way over to the interesting photo, I realised that the portrait was of a very attractive young woman, with long, wavy white hair and piercing aquamarine eyes. She was wearing a medieval-style magenta dress and sparkling gold jewellery which beautifully complimented her cool skin tone. She was smiling, and had a kind look in her eye, clutching a Hatenna. The hatenna was nuzzling her small hands, and had its eyes closed, clearly enjoying the affection. Perhaps the most interesting thing about this woman, however, was the crown she wore on her head. It was a beautiful gold tiara complete with amethyst stones. I immediately recognised it as something similar to the infamous Champion’s Crown of Taldourse. However, before my brain had chance to begin pondering who this woman was or why the Professor had a rather extravagant photo of her in his house, the Professor re-entered the room carrying two Pokeballs. ‘Sorry about that, the little ones in these balls seem eagar to-,’

He completely stopped in his tracks when he realised the photo I was looking at. It was as if he had seen a ghastly. All the colour dissipated from his face and he froze on the spot. Sensing the tension, I backed away. The professor took a deep breath, looked to the side and eventually regained his composure. ‘Th-these ones are extremely playful!’ He laughed it off. ‘You can come out now!’ The three balls suddenly burst open, and a tiny creature hopped out of each one.

The first was a sky blue woodlouse-type Pokemon with numerous fat rolls, and its eyes seemed to be absent. It had a cavity in its face that was reminiscent of that of an octopus, however, despite it seemingly lacking other facial features, it seemed pleased to see me nonetheless. ‘This is Hydroxa, the water-type tardigrade Pokemon!’ I grinned and stuck my hand out. Hydroxa crawled up onto my hand and began waving its antenna in my direction as if it was saying hi. ‘What’s up, little guy?’ I giggled, before being interrupted by tiny little squeal.

I looked to my left to see a beautiful creature whose bright green head was in the shape of a leaf, yet it had tiny crimson tips. Its body seemed to be composed of woven tree bark, which also extended to its arms. Its little arms curled up beautifully into little vine-like branches, and its lower body seemed to be comprised of another bright green leaf. ‘Here we have Gladillum, the grass-type Pokemon!’ Gladillum smiled up at me with its shiny black eyes, and the veins in its leaf face were arranged in such a way that it looked as though it was smiling. Simply adorable. My thought process was once again interrupted by another loud screech, but this time, it was coming from above my head

As I raised my head to look up, my eyes were greeted with the sight of a little brown-and-grey bird with distinct bright orange feathers sticking up from its head. Its wings were flapping frantically, and it had a very interesting black marking on its chest, comparable to the shape of a flame. Although its eyes were narrow and pointed, it was still rather cute. I giggled, as this Pokemion reminded me of having resting bitch face. ‘And finally, you have Budblud, the fire-type finch Pokemon!’ Professor Birch gleefully announced. ‘I’ll give you a little time to choose which one of these will be accompanying you on your journey.’

My eyes once again fell on all the Pokemon. They were absolutely adorable. Then my mind wandered back to Danny and how he had somehow already managed to snag a Pikachu. Gladillum’s beautiful eyelashes were fluttering at me, and I couldn’t help but break out into a huge grin. ‘I think I’ll take her,’ I said to the Professor. ‘So Gladillum is your final choice, then?’ I nodded. Gladillum screamed out in delight before jumping back into the Pokeball.

‘Excellent choice! You already look like you make a good team.’ He was scribbling his signature on my enrolment form, before smiling up and handing it to me. ‘Here you go, young one! You’re all set for the gym challenge!’

The door once again swung open, and to my chagrin, it was the same noisy woman and her tagalong from before. ‘Hey Professor! Are we good to go?’ Lisa chimed.

‘Yes, yes, there are two Pokemon left, the water type and the fire type.’

‘Wait, what are you talking about?! You don’t have any dark or ghost types?!’ She groaned. I interally rolled my eyes. She was clearly someone used to getting what she wants.

‘Let’s just pick and then we can get out of here.’ Mackenzie suggested, seemingly not wanting Lisa to cause a scene.

‘Why are you so interesting in dark and ghost types anyway?’ I asked, although I already had a good idea, considering how dark their clothes were.

‘Dark and ghost types are the ones that Team Moon use, duh!’ She glowered at me, as if this was a seemingly obvious fact.

But wait… what in the world was Team Moon?

‘Lisa, there will be plenty of time to catch other Pokemon to make your teams up later. These are just your starters.’ Professor Birch said, seemingly doing his best to keep his cool.

Lisa then turned to Mackenzie. ‘Okay then, Mack, if we want to join Team Moon we’ve got to go on a hunt.’ Mackenzie just nodded in agreeance.

Lisa stepped forward towards the two Pokemon. ‘I’ll take Budblud.’ She announced, earning a gleeful chirp from the bird Pokemon.

‘Excellent choice! And so that means Hydroxa is going with you, Mackenzie!’

I eventually thought better of sticking around to ask Lisa and Mackenzie what Team Moon was, despite being incredibly curious. I instead just headed outside, pulled up my map and began making my way towards Route 1.

I pulled out my Pokeball, and decided to let Gladillum walk with me. She squealed in delight. ‘Glaa! Glaa! Glaa!’

‘Are you enjoying the sunshine?’ I cooed. She responded by twirling around like a ballerina, which earned a chuckle from me. However, our first little encounter was suddenly interrupted by someone charging across the path towards us.

‘Hey, Y/N!’

[tachibubu]

Never Good Enough (1/3) [SFW]

∆ PAIRING ; (SoonYandere)Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; Being good friends was never enough. Two young children, Aemond & (Y/N), have known each other since they were a child. Their friendship leads to a conflict when a big accident happened that questions their loyalty to one another. Will they be able to preserve it?

∆ WARNINGS ; Incest obvs, mentions of death an spoilers of episode 6 & 7, angsty sht, no comfort as of yet(?), wrote this after years of hiatus so my writing aint as good and rusty as sht, kinda ooc? I tried mate, tried to give aemond character but it turns out mid, idk if yall will enjoy it or not.

NEXT PART

Aemond never had the feeling of love or being loved. So when he had a grasp of it, he felt as if something was wrong with him.

You are the daughter of Laena Velaryon. Before she was bethroted to Daemon Targaryen, she had an affair with an unknown man during her many adventures with Vhagar when she was in her rebel phase. She hid you amongst the crowd in fear that you would be exiled, or worse, be punished for just being born.

So she kept you hidden until Daemon provided you with an escape, declaring you were his and her child before they got married, and no one questioned the veracity of the tale in front of the hungry Targaryen man.

You were raised among the children of Rhaenyra and Alicent.

You bore no dragon, as yours remained unhatched ever since. Having the council and its audience further whisper the legitimacy of your birth. Although Lucerys and Jacaerys might be bastards as well, they at least had a dragon to make the jeering masses stop once they saw them practicing with the wild monsters as they described.

Because of this, despite his mother's remarks and pleas for him to stay outside of your lane, you and Aemond connected over your differences.

Alicent could not have allowed her son to travel with a bastard who can't even support her blood claims with a single dragon. It's like going on a stroll with a commoner, although one with the last name of the prestigious Velaryons. It will defame the name of her own child.

Aemond was worried and somewhat acknowledged some of his mother's accusations. He kept talking to you even if he would not say it out; nevertheless, having someone to put up with the constant bullying of his brother regarding his lack of a dragon was less painful when he wasn't the only one subjected to it.

Jacaerys teases you just as much as Aemond, but unlike his naive younger sibling or his uncle Aegon, he won't torture you with jests regularly.

Jacaerys would frequently strike up a discussion with you after the boys pulled a trick on you and Aemond, which you had to tidy up after. Given that you were the oldest and the most academically inclined, and considering that you were born a year before Aegon, you graciously accepted their behavior, even though they were childish. This meant that your brain was mature at a young age, and you simply decided that their foolish pranks were merely ant jokes and should not be taken into consideration.

When you informed Aemond of this, he was perplexed. In addition to giving you a scathing response about the horror of meeting your alleged bully, Jacaerys, he also expressed confusion about your ability to never lose your cool in such situations.

This is what Aemond admired about you; the way you took in all the comments about your parents' alleged whoreness but also took in on being the laughingfool of the kingdom as having the Velaryon name with no snow white hair and a dragon.

He would not show his admiration for you; he was boyish about it and adamant about not having feelings for you when his emotions were displayed otherwise.

When he was still young, to his highness', the queen's, dismay, he would steal glances at you, bring you the loveliest flowers he could find in the gardens and set them on your seat before breakfast was called in, and ask the maids or his mother about your whereabouts. He regarded you as a close friend and harbored feelings for you, but kept them to himself.

You held onto his considerate actions and discovered yourself blushing at his newfound boldness. You responded by giving him a kind smile and glancing at him with your cheeks continuing to flush.

Since you selected the academic path and Kingslanding offered a wealth of opportunities, you had not seen your mother in years and had only exchanged letters instead. As a result, when Aemond suddenly disclosed your loss while you studied for a test you had created to review yourself, it was an episode you would never forget.

When your mother passed away, you experienced grief. You're in despair. The Blacks and Greens joined together to experience the burial of your mother. Aemond draped a bit of his cloak around your pinky in an attempt to conceal it from prying eyes as he held it.

For a bit, you talked about your grief for Aemond during the ceremony. He held your hand as the tears streamed across your face, then he tightened his hold, whispering gentle words of consolation.

You finally got to meet your sisters during the funeral. Well, step-sisters, but a sister nonetheless. They were obviously of pure blood, and you couldn't help but chuckle as you considered that, in her final moments, your mother might have realized that she was no longer a whore in the eyes of the community but rather a devoted member of her pride and family.

As he observed this, Aemond experienced some heartbreak over the fact that you were able to make more friends than he did and enjoy your own isolation, but he was also relieved that you were able to finally develop into a more social individual. He restrained himself from feeling more envy and soothed himself with the knowledge that you would always stand by him and support him. Why should he worry when you both know each other and have an awareness of what you both felt but didn't express?

But what Aemond doesn't realize is that you had a different perspective when you heard about the news of Aemond claiming Vhagar as well as hurting his eyes and his nephews in the process. You were outraged. You might as well add livid.

When Aemond demanded your comfort while being tended to publicly, you refused to look at him and instead chose to pay attention to the small pool of blood on the stone floor.

After the argument between the two families and their commotion over who was at fault, Aemond noticed that you had vanished like a newly born star beginning its first ever shine.

He started to consider all the negative possibilities and soon started to use childish logic. What does it matter if he took your mother's dragon after she was buried? You ought to be pleased that he has at last acquired a dragon. Despite lacking morality, he did earn it honestly.

The next day, when he was preparing for the departure, his mother, the queen, asked for him to call you back as they would be leaving soon. So he did, though he did pant a sweat after being clueless several times about where you'd been.

However, Aemond never loses sight of his objective once he sets his eyes on it. Finally, he saw you at the coast, still dressed in your previous nightgown despite it being sunrise.

"(Y/N), it is time to go." He began. "Mother ordered me to fetch you."

Aemond began to worry. Your eyes were still hazy. Once more clearing his throat, he added, "(Y/N) you know I did what I had to do. As a Targaryen man, we are required to bear a dra-"

"I thought I knew you well." You retorted, not letting him finish.

Aemond's reaction was a bewildered one. Out of all the replies he could get, this one hurt the most. He was very indifferent towards you, was he not? His nose flared while a sour emotion bubbled inside of him. "No, it was you who I thought I knew well!"

"Did we not yearn for each other's eggs to hatch and for the peeping eyes of people's expectations to soon be destroyed? I thought you would be delighted for me, happy that I finally have a dragon!" He added.

He received no reply but a whimper. He knew you to be strong and not weak. He anticipated that you would think about his argument rather carefully, given that you rely on logic rather than emotions, but he finally saw who you really were. You are insecure, he finalized.

"I expected you, as a friend, to be ecstatic about my gain and to greet me with open arms for my new ranking. I only wish for your warm embrace, nothing more. " He stepped forward, not minding the morning wind's coldness.

You took one last breath before confronting him. Aemond's breathing became labored. Right now, you most closely resemble rage if anger were a living entity. "And what? Why should I embrace the man who soiled my mother's grave just the day of her burial? Tell me why I should be cheerful, or why, in fact, should I parade myself as I boast for your claiming of my dead mother's dragon? "

You finally had the chance to gaze upon Aemond's expression. It is the look of someone who has been betrayed. If you knew better, you wouldn't have given in to the sudden want to hug him, to tell him that it was all fine, and you did knew better. What he did was far more heartbreaking and discorteous than whatever he felt about your actions.

"I thought you knew me well, but it seems our understanding is not mutual." Aemond replied with a pursed lip.

In return, you sneered at the younger boy, "Well, if you ask me, I thought I knew you well too. For some boy whom I used to love, my vision towards yours has changed drastically, as I have realized how drastically your actions happened this early morning."

What was love to him? He came to a halt. His mother instilled in him the idea that love is only an illusion and that he should place more emphasis on his duties. Love comes as a reward for a job well done. He passionately believes that.

But why must it come after? Why can't he take the treat now?

His lips and throat quivered, and his eyes started to moisten from the sunrise. He was forbidding himself not to cry. Once you recognized what was happening, you began to fumble with your gown's hem. You were drifting apart, you knew it. You parted your lips to muster up a continuation, but Aemond got there first.

"Apologies for the inconvenience, my lady. I would inform my mother, the queen, about your immediate departure. "

He then softly walked away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

After many years, people—possibly even the maids—finally heard what you, the oldest Velaryon child, permanent residency withdrawal from the Red Keep and the decision to continue your scholarship privately at High Tide. As one of the best scholars in Kingslanding, they believed that the princess Rhaenyra was plotting something with a new strategy that included you. As soon as it was revealed that your stepfather, Daemon, was wed to the princess Rhaenyra, they began to believe the tale, even if it had not yet been shown how they would carry it out.

As he grew progressively older and older, Aemond clung to the term "love," hoping you would come back as his infatuation over you grew ever more intense. He was more aggressive and smug as he continued his training. Your remarks had a profound effect on his ego (in a taunting way), and he utilized them to continually elevate himself. He grew taller than Ser Criston this year and was able to counter the fighting prowess of the Kingsguard. He studied philosophy, history and the process of ruling a kingdom as well as the arts of war. He loved to pretend that he was doing this for himself, but in reality, he was hoping that after you two met, you would soon come to regret your words regarding his placement.

He had waited long enough to receive a message from the family dinner that you were soon to be wedded with Jacaerys and that the Blacks would be coming to manage both the succession to Driftmark and your marriage to the oldest stepchild on your stepmother's behalf.

The Greens were frightened and started formulating a strategy, but Aemond remained silent with a throbbing head.

Aemond's world turned red.

I wrote this at 12 am so forgive me for my mistakes and sht. My knowledge about the universe of song of ice and dragon is scarce so if there are any mistakes pls do tell me huhu. This was supposed to be a one shot but it was too long so I stopped at that point. Ill upload the last part whenever im ready. Also this is greatly inspired by @missglaskin writing style, their way of writing is unique and the use of headcanon format but still telling a full story is very unique and less time consuming for me if I copy their format so I hope they dont mind fjfjfjdkdm.

If the read more function doesnt work ill fix it tom sorry lmao.

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

James Tobias Moore: An Introduction

Name: James Tobias Moore

Age: 29

DOB: February 25th 1867

Height: 6ft 4

Body type: Broad, large, strong, he got a soft tummy tho cause he’s weak for sweet baked goods

Hair: Long enough to tie up at the back in a bun, messy, ginger

Appearance: Covered in freckles and scars. So many scars. He’s had a tough life and nearly died more times than is probably reasonable for his age. 

Career/Lifestyle: Lives in a cabin in the woods and is self-sufficient. Hunts, fishes, forages, and grows his own vegetables when the weather is right. Earns money from hunting and fishing, but also does odd jobs around, helps people with things they need. 

Personality: Comes across quite gruff, brash, straight to the point. Not much of a conversationalist and never going to spout poetic at you, but he’s soft with those he cares about and loves. Will show you how much he loves you by providing for you, bringing you blankets, making you dinner, carrying you to bed when you fall asleep in front of the fire. Amazing with children and animals. 

Pets: Brandy, a large bay shire horse, more of a companion than a pet though. She’s been in his life a good while now. 

Series: And Bluebells Gleamed on Mountain Wild

While ‘requests’ are technically closed i’m happy to have them for my OCs. I’d like to start writing for these guys and i’m also happy to have questions and be asked for ‘headcanons’ about them although technically they’re canon facts if they’re my characters right? I don’t know, Just i’m happy to engage with you guys and talk about these soft boys because I want to write reader inserts but want that control of knowing the character and having them be my character. Also rugged mountain man in the 19th century? What a vibe. 

Reader for this is described as female because time periods, not sure if i’ll being doing gender neutral stuff for these guys or not. But if it’s not i’ll always sign post it so you don’t have to worry!

The year is 1896, the weather is turning colder. Autumn melting into winter, the first snow falls will begin soon, he thinks. James Tobias Moore has a lot to do, a lot to prepare before the cold season truly hits and the flurries come in. Living in the woods away from town, he spends most of the year living off the few plants he grows beside his cabin, the herbs, mushrooms, and roots he forages, the animals he hunts and the fish he catches in the nearby lake.

When the snow comes he won’t be able to hunt often and fishing will be more difficult and not worth the effort of sitting in the cold for hours. So he pulls his thick coat on, covers his worn hands with gloves and sets off with his worn satchel. Locking the door behind him, he takes a moment to turn dark brown eyes to the sky. It’s growing greyer every day, a sure sign that a snow storm would hit before long. He needs to make the trip to town now before he misses his chance, he wouldn’t be in dire straits without the supplies, but it would be a trickier winter for certain.

He whistles, loud and clear. Brandy comes plodding from around the corner, the large bay shire horse bobbing her head up and down in greeting. He smiles softly, quietly, gently pats her neck searching in his coat pocket for an oat cake he knows he left there last time he took her out. She’s impatient, large head pushing at his pocket, nibbling at the coat until he finally finds the treat and proffers it to her, she accepts it quickly, nickering quietly at him.

“C’mon then, girl, we have work to do.” His voice is quiet, a southern twang to it that hasn’t left even after moving further north. The shire follows along behind him, following him to the cart he uses on occasion to get goods from town or sell the spoils of a successful hunting trip. He’s careful as he hitches Brandy to the cart, making sure everything sits right, nothing too tight, nothing incorrectly harnessed. She’s his one companion out here and he’s careful to look after her.

The horse nibbles at ginger strands of his hair as he adjusts part of the harness and he huffs at her, giving her an admonishing look that she no doubt doesn’t understand. He gives her one last pat on the nose before getting into the cart and taking the reins, beginning the journey into town.

It’s a long journey, but in the winter months a necessary one. He’ll stock up for the winter, tinned foods, matches, extra blankets, hay. Things he doesn’t already have and can’t source himself. He has enough salted and dried meat, he’s been preserving hunts since the weather started to turn colder and it’s just the last bits he needs. There’s you too. It’s his last chance to see you before the snow hits, he won’t be able to see you till spring. Not that he’d ever admit that he goes to town to see your soft smile. He was just a gruff mountain man after all. He wasn’t good with his words. 

He hadn’t always been a hunter, fisherman and outdoorsman. There was a time he worked in the sunnier parts of the country on a horse ranch, a time he worked shifting goods in a factory and a time he worked as a bounty hunter. The odd jobs are behind him now and he likes the life he’s built for himself, quiet and secluded, he fends for himself and enjoys the noise that comes from nature. It’s a different sort of life than living in a crowded, smoggy city, or a populated town. He’s never been much of a conversationalist, never was very good with words, and the isolation suits him fine. Even if there’s one person he’d happily share his cabin with. 

At 29 years old James is happy with the cabin he’s built, the life he currently has. He helps the odd stranger here and there, usually from their own incompetence, is known in the nearest towns as a man you can rely on and keeps mostly to himself. It suits him just fine. 

“Easy, girl” He soothes Brandy as she tosses her head at a stick on the ground no doubt believing it to be one of her least favourite creatures, a snake. She calms quickly, trusting that her owner would let her know if danger was near.

The cold late autumn sun is dappled through the trees as they ride along the dirt track road. The light hits across his suntanned skin, constellations of freckles stand out next to old scars. He yawns low, bringing a gloved hand to run tiredly through his beard. It’s beginning to get too long for even his liking and while no one will see him once winter hits, the voice in his head that sounds too much like his late mother reminds him that he should look after himself and make himself presentable. Especially if he wants you to take notice. 

The ride is quiet, an hour of birds chirping in the trees and mammals moving through the underbrush. He passes a few riders on the road, nods his head and says a quiet good morning. It’s a good ride, for once he doesn’t find himself reaching for his gun to fend off a particularly wild pack of wolves or a thief intent on stealing his horse. He’s in a pleasant mood when he rides into town. Made even more pleasant by the sight of you taking a quick breath of fresh air outside the small schoolhouse you work at as the small town's teacher. 

He slows Brandy and nods his head at you, “Morning, Miss Y/N.” The bright smile you turn on him is part of the reason you’re one of the few people in town he stops to talk to. He’s not one for chatter, but you warm him up like a blazing fire whenever you turn your gaze on him. You make him want to talk, even if it’s just to please you. 

“Good morning, Mister Moore. Coming to get your winter supplies?” After 2 years of knowing each other, you know his late autumn routine as if it were your own. He is a man of routine and structure, predictable in many ways. 

He nods an affirmative and you smile, he’s never been a chatty one, but the soft brown of his eyes and the pleasant gentleness of his features whenever he interacts with you makes each short conversation a pleasure. You have always been happy to talk for the two of you, even if you secretly wish for him to open up a little more, to crack open that hard outer shell and learn more about him. 

“Well, I shan't keep you...Will you stop into the school on your way out? The children love to hear your stories.” There were two exceptions to the quiet nature that James Moore had, one was with animals especially horses. You had seen him chatter on to Brandy enough to know he was comfortable chatting with animals. Another was with children, whenever he stopped by the schoolhouse he always had a story to tell. Half were true, some exaggerated and the rest no doubt fiction. But the children loved to hear how he’d wrestled a grizzly or caught a salmon with his bare hands. He was good with them too, a gentle giant. His 6ft 4, broad frame could often be found with children hanging off it by the end of the school day, being used as a climbing frame or tree. He was gentle with them, playful, more so than you ever saw him. It was a side you and the children only saw. 

“Well…” He looks to the sky, it’s darkening and he knows he can’t. He wishes he could, but he has to get back before it snows and it seems more and more likely that that will be later today rather than tomorrow. “I can’t, Miss...I’d love too but...the snow looks like it’ll come soon and I have to make sure I get back, ‘m sorry.”

“Of course...have a lovely day…” He’s already half way down the road, nearing the general store by the time you whisper his name, “James…” You watch with longing as he hitches the horse by the store and makes his way inside. 

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 12-18 July 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@anaranesindanarie​

Man Lion Thing Dude (Ch. 11) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22449241/chapters/61250557

Mature

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Triton Bloom/Duo Maxwell

Duo Maxwell, Triton Bloom, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft, Dorothy Catalonia, Rashid Kurama, Catherine Bloom, Original Trowa Barton, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise, Lady Une, Sister Helen (Gundam Wing), Maxwell Shinpu | Father Maxwell, OC's, Original Characters, Hilde Schbeiker, Lucrezia Noin, Solo (Gundam Wing), Long Meilan

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Were-Creatures, Angst, Alternate Universe, Supernatural Creatures, Family Problems, Arranged Marriage, body guards, mentions of torture, Smut, Wizards, Magic, spells

Duo Maxwell is estranged from the last of his remaining family who are demanding that he return home for an important announcement. Meanwhile, Duo has been having strange encounters with 'wild' animals, all of whom seem to be hunting him.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb​

Bad Publicity https://archiveofourown.org/works/25358377

M/F, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader, Hilde Schbeiker

Romance, Drama, Reader Insert, Alternate Universe

You stared, eyes wide with horror, at the front page’s headlines. You quickly made your way to the kitchen, sitting down at the table to scan the article’s content.

@chronicwhimsy​

Strangers (Ch. 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24357013?view_full_work=true

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Background Quatre x Relena, Background Heero x Trowa - Character

OC - Oliver McGann

Long Lost Twins, this was meant to be hijinks but then I got reminded these boys have Issues, Pining, Duo is a stressed-out jerk who needs a holiday, Post-EW, Frozen Teardrop can do one, sex in later chapters

If you said the word "brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of the other pilots.

If you said, "no, your long-lost brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of Solo and be very confused.

If you said, "no, your twin brother you were separated from at birth, and he's now working with the Preventers as a lawyer" to Duo Maxwell, he would go and punch his doppelganger.

Duo Maxwell isn't good at dealing with things, but unfortunately this particular thing isn't going to go away that easily.

@doctormegalomania​

Your Body’s Poetry (Ch. 21) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20438891/chapters/61448776

Mature

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s), Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Original Male Character(s)

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker

Past Relationship(s), Slice of Life, Post-Break Up, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

Long after the wars, long after peace is established the Gundam Pilots discover one immovable fact: Relationships are hard work.

@duointherain​

Beneath: Leprechauns and Clovers (Ch. 8) https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/623591090469191680/fic-beneath-leprechauns-and-clovers-8

Note: I am taking wild liberties with Irish lore. 

“I sorry,” Duo said, genuinely sorry he couldn’t give them what they were asking for, “but I don’t speak Banshee.  I barely speak fucking proper Earth English and fuck does that piss folk off sometimes. Why can’t I just kill him? He can’t fuck Rey if he’s dead.”

Beneath: Leprechauns and Clovers (Ch. 9) https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/624032787912114176/fic-beneath-leprechauns-and-clovers-9

Note: I’m doing Google’s CSSI this summer and one of the cool things they gave us was like an hour long lecture by Dr. Adia Gooden on unconditional self-worth. So that’s where the good advice comes from in this chapter. Link at the bottom. 

Fingers on his forehead, thumbs on his jawbones, Duo applied pressure and tried to force back the confusion and irritation. For one thing, he was very, very tired of being outside of his body. This shit wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be real, but there he lay on the hearth, hair undone like some maiden in a story with the defense rating of an unattended pastry.

@lifeaftermeteor

LAM!Verse https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/624025327508832256/private-island-location-redacted-fiji-south

Private Island [location redacted]

Fiji, South Pacific

12 August 211

“You’re in my sun,” Quatre said with a grimace, his eyes still closed, to the shadow looming over him.

Respite https://archiveofourown.org/works/25361758

F/F, Lucrezia Noin/Sally Po, Sally Po/Lady Une, Lucrezia Noin/Lady Une, Lucrezia Noin/Sally Po/Lady Une

Romance, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Post-Canon, Post-Series, Post-Endless Waltz, Non-binary character, Non-Binary Noin, Polyamory

Noin, Po, and Une take some time away from their responsibilities and daily lives to take a much-deserved romantic retreat out into the woods.

Pride https://archiveofourown.org/works/25361545

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Post-Canon, Post-Series, Post-Endless Waltz, Fluff, Pride, Gay Pride, Short & Sweet, Slice of Life, Asexual Character, Asexual Duo Maxwell

Duo has only recently come to terms with his asexuality. It took him a long time to understand it, and even longer to embrace it as inherently part of himself. To celebrate, Heero takes him out onto the streets for New York City’s Pride.

Yoiko

Ai no Gekisen (Ch. 12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7947910/chapters/61463575

Explicit

Gundam Wing, Ai no Kusabi

Zechs Merquise/Heero Yuy

Zechs Merquise, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton

Rape/Non-Con, dark themes, Sexual Slavery, Bondage, this is not BDSM because there is no consent, Spanking, Public Humiliation, Public Sex, Literal objectification, Aphrodisiacs, Chastity Device, Non-Consensual Drug Use, stress positions, Threats, no actual incest happens in this story

"Given your condition," Zechs said, opting for amusement, "I can't really ask you your name. I think I'll name you 'Heero.' "

katopiyo

Answers https://archiveofourown.org/works/25370617

Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner, Duo Maxwell & Quatre Raberba Winner

Post-EW

Duo and Quatre try to kill time on the shuttle back from the former pilots’ and the Preventers’ annual Christmas bash.

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/623923080739340288/i-really-need-to-take-up-art-again-gundamwing

WuFei Chang, fanart

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/623975050404642817/went-in-and-made-a-water-color-version-i-dug-up

WuFei Chang in color, fanart

@cynfinnegan

https://cynfinnegan.tumblr.com/post/623545925500010497/a-couple-more-gundam-wing-memes-this-time

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, memes

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/623787099348402176/here-have-grown-up-hilde-in-a-god-damn-wedding

Hilde Schbeiker, fanart

@gwfrozentears

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/623589386981949440/the-others-gundam-pilots-i-love-duoooo

WuFei Chang, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, & Duo Maxwell, fanart

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623375597101596672/i-am-duo-maxwell-is-done-and-contains-as-much

Duo Maxwell, edit

@lemontrash

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/622889139332956160/gundam-wing-art-party-had-a-voice-chat-party

WuFei Chang, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/623474633219424256/cynfinnegan-super-robot-wars-dd-no-relena

@cynfinnegan (for the original game trailer)

Ok so I might have gotten a tiiiiny screen cap heavy here on Heero and most of all Duo…

(Also, the Gundams are so damn cute!!)

Here is Heero & Wing

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/623475306697801728/cynfinnegan-super-robot-wars-dd-no-relena

And here’s Duo & Deathscythe Hell (for whom and which I had to make a selection because I took 20 cap of DS, 12 of Duo + all 6 “avatars” variations).

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/623628937542680576/i-cant-remember-if-i-ever-own-this-sheet-of-gw

Gundam Wing Stationary page

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623994461266034688/every-activity-in-the-household-is-up-for-grabs

Duo Maxwell, Sims, screencap

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623555650802401280/duo-is-thinking-about-a-what-to-do-next-b

Duo Maxwell, Sims, screencap

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623552160137953280/heero-playing-refuge-and-dodging-arrows

Heero Yuy, Sims, screencap

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623551604048723968/i-titled-this-one-holy-crap-poor-duo-because-it

Heero Yuy, Sims, screencap

Head Canons:

@jinsai-ish

https://jinsai-ish.tumblr.com/post/623456882470928384/random-thoughts-on-gundam-wing-and-coffee-not

Random Thoughts on Gundam Wing and coffee

Fandom Discourse:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/623926733835583488/worldbuilding-in-the-ac-univere

World building collection on AO3

Quotes:

@helmistress

https://helmistress.tumblr.com/post/623998635640815616/duo-goth-clowns-are-just-mimes-quatre-my

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

Quatre & Duo

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/623557208176754688/trowa-i-dont-really-like-this-mission-peer

Trowa & Heero

MoodBoard/Aesthetics/Playlists:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/623995934438752256/respite-lifeaftermeteor

Noin/Sally/Une compilation

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/623995413604810752/pride-lifeaftermeteor

Heero/Duo compilation

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, July 24th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/623987548985966592/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-july

In need of SUMMER & FALL/AUTUMN prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2020!

Help pick out prompts! https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/621130082429337600/hello-gundam-wing-folks-thats-right-gw-oc

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer of Hilde!

Needs more prompts! https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/622567839387271168/summer-of-hilde-prompt-call

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar

https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/624053314842230784/event-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

[apothecarywormcrud]

11 and 13 for Masato? 👀 i wanna say all of them for Masato but.

oh i am DOING all of them i wanna talk about masato

or. well. most of them. 

1. Does your insert have a name that’s different from yours? Does the name reflect their character in any way, or is it just because it sounds nice? How did you come up with it?

I’ve talked about this before, but Masato’s name is very specifically spelled 眞人, (the kanji for “real” and “human,” respectively.) I sorta knew from the start that I wanted to give them a name with 人 in it; something deliberately ironic, because Mayuri is a dick who loves a bad joke. 

(It’s a particularly cruel joke in the context of Masato’s original backstory, where they were meant to be an experiment in what happens when you let someone think they’re a real person and then strip that assumption away. But I wanted to give them sick powers, so that was shunted to the sidelines.) 

2. Does your insert have a very strong relationship with a f/o, maybe more than one? 

I talk about Szayel enough on here so I’m gonna talk about Nnoitra instead. In my version of canon, his mask is cracked open by Kenpachi, reducing him to a state similar to Nel’s. (That’s karmic retribution, bitch!) Suffice to say he’s pretty upset about this, and proceeds to skulk about Las Noches refusing to let anyone see him until Szayel gets back to fix things. 

Masato meets him by chance when their powers are still sealed up post-jailbreak (this one’s seal 2: electric boogaloo) and is all like, what’s with this sassy lost pre-teen? Eventually they become sparring partners, since while Nnoitra’s regaining his powers, Masato is the only person in Las Noches capable of fighting at such a low level; and once he’s got them back, they can go hog-wild without worrying about fucking him up too much. Their relationship doesn’t have the same...belligerent romantic tension that Masato and Szayel’s does, but Nnoitra is fond of Masato, even if he’s horrible at admitting it. They’re friends and they suck! 

More abt. Nnoitra actually bc I love this song: nerfing him puts him in a position where he’s forced to rely on other people, and despite feeling totally worthless and vulnerable and having to undergo the humiliation of being protected, there’s also the experience of being told, “So what if you don’t have any power? That doesn’t make me respect you any less.” So he has the opportunity to build his self-worth back up based on something less subjective, and now he can actually interact with other people on the same level, which is great news for Tesla, who gets to strengthen his spine and be truly up front about his feelings, because Nnoitra no longer has any power over him. 

I think, for relationships like these, finding a level playing field is super important! And I’ve always been fascinated by characters who develop in opposition to one another and eventually meet in the middle. Masato and Szayel are also that way, in that they round out some of his edges, and he sharpens some of theirs, and the actual feelings proper don’t start developing until a ways in, and they’re not even admitted until post-canon, because in order to even consider that sort of relationship, the two of them have to come to respect each other first. Enemies-to-lovers is a fucking ART. 

3. Who in their canon are they closest to? 

Kurosaki fam and by extension, Ichigo’s friends. Masato has commissioned at least one custom jacket from Uryu. Also Arrancar Squad and my friend Percy’s insert Juro, who’s a creepy little goth weirdo and a visored.  

4. Does your insert have a backstory? Tell us about it! How does their backstory, if any, define who they are? 

Masato is a mod-soul based off of Mayuri’s quincy research. They’re designed to passively absorb reishi until at max capacity (which is quite large), at which point they can be forcefully “detonated,” destroying them in the process and causing a significant amount of damage to the surrounding area as the stored reishi is released. As a weapon, they’re highly experimental—meant as a last resort rather than something put to regular use. 

Mayuri dumped them in the human world, where their reishi absorption wouldn’t negatively impact the Seireitei, and planned to let them simmer there for about ten years. There’s a seal incorporated into their gigai that not only blocks them from accessing the reishi inside of them, but prevents any outside force (such as hollows) from sensing it. 

Once they become aware of what they are, Masato gets big anxious about anything that implies they’re not a real person. I’d love to salvage Kon’s original personality from before he was relegated to pervy comic relief because I think there’s the potential for some interesting interactions there. 

5. Does your insert have any magical talents or otherwise special abilities? 

Passive reishi absorption, and after Uruhara modifies their gigai so they can access their power reserves, they can vent it from their body and use the force to blast themselves around or add more power to their blows. Their body is about as resilient as a normal human’s, but the only way they can truly “die” is if their soul candy is crushed, which means that injuries that would normally be fatal are just excruciatingly painful. This definitely isn’t just an excuse for me to fuck them up beyond all belief. 

Due to Szayel’s tinkering, they eventually end up as what’s effectively an artificial Quincy. 

6. Do they fight? What’s their weapon of choice? What’s the motivation for them to fight, or to stay OUT of a fight?

They prefer not to fight if they can avoid it, but if shit gets real then they won’t hesitate, bitch. They’re reasonably proficient with a blade after several years of kendo training, and like to bring a practice sword into dangerous situations. It’s not going to do much good against the likes of shinigami or hollows, but it makes them feel more secure, and it’s a good misdirection tactic. 

Due to the whole “functionally unkillable” thing, they’re also far more likely to take risks in battle, and have a tendency to rush in without thinking when one of their comrades is hurt. 

7. What kind of clothing style do they like? What would they never be caught dead wearing? 

It’s all cropped jackets and harem pants up in this bitch. I drew them in that sort of outfit once and now it’s all I give them. They don’t particularly care for their arrancar clothes, but it makes them less conspicuous and also, Szayel insisted on it. Can’t have your prized experiment running around looking like some sort of ragamuffin, after all. I keep meaning to write something where they visit Sastre for a fitting, because what good is having other arrancar OCs if I don’t do anything with them? 

8. How do they fit into their canon world?

A side character who tags along with the main cast but ultimately doesn’t impact events too much. They have their own wholly separate plot going for them and it involves self-actualization and kissing arrancar. 

9. Their favorite foods? Colors? Activities? What do they enjoy in life? 

Kendo, gardening, bike rides through the countryside.

11. How easy is it to make your insert angry? Sad? How easy is it to twist their emotions into negative things? 

Masato’s actually pretty difficult to rile up, unless you’re pushing some Very Specific buttons (personhood is the big one), at which point they become incredibly easy to mess with. Szayel is...uncomfortably good at making them upset. 

13. What are your insert’s goals? 

Up to a certain point, they were happy to live a normal life and protect the people around them when called for. Then they wind up back in Mayuri’s lab and proceed to jailbreak Szayelaporro, retreat to Hueco Mundo, and strike a deal with him in order to gain more power and get mutual revenge on Mayuri. 

Post-canon...they start coming to terms with the fact that their body will never age and grow like a normal human’s, and that if/when they die, their soul will effectively be destroyed, and they decide, hey, fuck that shit, actually, and do a bunch of crazy science until they’ve got that shit sorted out (ultimately becoming like Nemu, if not something that improves on her design). 

14. Does your insert have any family relations? 

Isshin was the one who found them shortly after they were dumped on Earth, and kept them around for a number of reasons (the majority of which involved his Soul Reaper Senses tingling). So Masato’s got what’s effectively an adoptive dad and three younger siblings, who they dote on and bully interchangeably (and whose last name they may or may not have borrowed) (Isshin insisted on it, actually, since it’d make the documentation easier). They have temporary solidarity with Yuzu over not being able to see spirits. 

Mayuri is....arguably family but also like, fuck that. Masato does consider Nemu to be something like a sister, though, and feels particularly protective of her the more they interact. They have just as much a desire to help Nemu escape Mayuri’s influence as they do themselves. 

15. Does your insert have any enemies? What’s that dynamic like? Why are they enemies? Did they ever get along in the past? Is patching up differences out of the question for the future?

Fuck Mayuri me and my homies all hate Mayuri. I shouldn’t really need to explain this one. He treats Masato solely as an experiment and tool for his use. Unlike with Nemu, the fact that Masato is developing on their own is more of an inconvenience than anything, and before they broke out with Szayel, Mayuri was fully intending to wipe their memories and start over from square one. There is some good news, however, which is that Masato does get their revenge and uses their shiny new Quincy powers to seal up Mayuri’s reishi and get him kicked out of the captain’s seat. 

Szayel starts off as an enemy, since you can’t really have an enemies-to-lovers plot without one. He’s done some pretty atrocious things to Masato, but he treats them significantly more like a person than Mayuri ever did. Masato has very little respect for him, and the only reason they start working with him to begin with is because he represents a means to an end. Of course, the more time they spend together, the more tolerant they become of each other...among other things. 

[themoonthestarstheplanet]

Bring Me the Horizon

(Two ANBU OCs get thrown into the FF7 verse, basically. Enjoy!

@secret-engima @vice-virtue @wolfsrainrules)

WARNINGS; Death, murder, Canablisim. 

Hound has never been particularly interesting in any aspect, at least that was what she would tell you if anyone had ever thought to ask her but as it was what it is it was rare for one to ask her. Of course, that might have something to do with her barely ever speaking unless it was life-or-death.

 Selectively mute, the medics had whispered. Annoyance and Disgrace, her uncles and aunts had muttered amongst themselves when they thought she couldn’t hear. Even when a few of them had even known her hearing was sharper than normal, even when she was just a few feet away from them and could hear them clear as day. 

It had never bothered her. Their options and thoughts were their own and her’s were hers. But her body, of course, could not follow the same thought process as her mind. It was instincts and brain chemistry, she knew, that made her flinch away and freeze in the face of raised voices and quick movements. She hated it, hated the satisfaction it gave them when they saw. 

She hated a lot of things actually. She hated her relatives for their disgust and disregard they had when they had contact with her as if she was diseased and filthy. She hated that they had shunned her father—her wonderful, soft-spoken and so so very gentle father—so much that he took his own life right in front of her. She hated the feeling that would stir in her stomach at her thoughts, that swelled and swelled so much that her body couldn’t take it and burst from her in violent, angry gold-red sparks—almost crystals really. 

She had never actually remembered a time where she hadn’t had that small flame of anger underneath her skin, maybe it was when her father had been alive and had held her close and whispered tales of history and story mixed into one, maybe it was never. The point was that she had never felt anything but anger. (even if underneath all that anger is a lake full of self-hatred and loathing so deep she could drown in it without ever touching the bottom.)

In the end, she enters the Shinobi Academy at six, graduates at seven and after two years in the general shinobi ranks was quickly snatched up and shunted into the ANBU corps. She is one of the youngest to ever enter the ANBU corps and although they don’t like it, they can’t deny she’s good at what she does, nor that she was practically shanghaied into it.

She is given the name Hound and all but throws away her birth name. She all but drowns in her orders and hidden behind her mask no one knows her—no one knows her of the bastard Uchiha, the disgraced Uchiha. What they know of her, is that she is a great tracking, almost second to none bar Sakumo Hatake (Until the man’s suicide that is,) and a stealth specialist that has near enough no equal. Underneath her mask, hidden from sight and no one knowing her clan and sins—her sin of being born—she is a new person. Reborn into something new, something great. Almost like one of the legends that spoke of a bird capable of rebirth. It makes her feel alive, makes her feel something other than anger.

She meets Hyena, Her lifelong partner (Not that she knew it then,) in the middle of a mission gone wrong that he inserts himself into without any care of her thoughts of feelings, (then again, she had never vocalised her feelings before, if ever, and even in ANBU she wasn’t about to start then.)

She hates him at first like she does everything else at that point in her life. He is swift, smooth and charming but for all that she lacks social experience and skills, she has never been blind nor stupid. The man—for he is a man, for all his lanky frame and awkward limbs, he is a man for a shinobi is no child when they are first weapons and people second—is charming and smooth, like a politician there is no doubt. The man is no wallflower, nor a buttercup waiting to be picked at the slightest movement. No—the man is a wolf through and through. His mask—Hyena—fit him perfectly in more than one way. His movements are too smooth and his actions are collared behind a leash of barely concealed violence and glee, bloodthirsty in almost every single move he makes and hidden in his tone when he speaks.

If Hyena was a fool, then Hound loved her clan more than anything.

The mission finishes and they both go their separate ways and Hound hopes they don’t meet again. (Even if a small—very small—part of her cries out for even just a small bit of his joy and happiness. Just the smallest bit.)

It doesn’t work, unfortunately. They end up put in a team with three others, Spider, Goat and Bat. She hates it at first, even if Spider is sarcastic and makes her laugh silently. Even if Goat is careful of his strength around them and so so very gentle(—Father why did you leave—) with them. Even if Bat is a silent presence at her back when she needs it most. Even if Hyena is almost glued to her side that she’d have needed a crowbar to pry him free if he was any closer. They grow on her, of course, they do. They grow on her like a fungus that can’t—won’t—be scraped away.

It is, of course, the moment that she gets comfortable with them, the moment she wavers between speaking to them—speaking for the first time in years—that it all goes to hell. 

A mission gone straight to hell almost as soon as they passed Mist’s borders. It happens near enough instantly, Spider goes down with a knife to the nape and it cleaved in half vertically. Goat is next despite his attempts to dodge and back away. They get his fingers first then his hands, they chop him up bits by bits as he tries to get away from them and Hound can only look in horror and sick kind of fascination as the man dies and they don’t stop. Hyena is pressed against her back, clutching at her shoulders and his fingers are trembling and his breath hitching at every CHOP that fills the clearing. Hound can’t stop, she can’t seem to look away and the picture is BURNED into her brain and she knows if she survives this it will haunt her dreams and waking moments forever.  

Its a scramble, not even a battle, to get away from the monsters—and they are monsters, she thinks, watching numbly, frozen down to her core when one of them begins to EAT her teammate’s corpse and the others with them don’t seem to notice or care.

Bat goes mad, hysterically screaming as he throws himself at them and begins to just wail in grief at the one eating Spiders flesh. The grief is so chilling that it sends a shiver down her spine and it’s as Hyena is grabbing her by the back of her harness and hauling her away that she sees Bat’s mask go flying off and sees his red sharingan eyes that her breath catches in her throat and her heart seems to squeeze painfully tight in her chest. 

Even if she wanted to think about it. Think about the fact that one of her relative—one of the people who hated her—was one of the few people she cared for. She can’t. Hyena is practically screaming in her face to wise the fuck up and get her shit together or else they’re gonna end up dead. And she can’t, she can’t lose anyone else to those monsters, to this terrible war and to anybody. She won’t survive it, that she knows. She’ll break and shatter into a million pieces and fly away like dust on the wind.

 So she gathers her sanity, gathers all she has left and puts her back together as much as she can and it’s on. Its a race again both time and stamina. Bat’s—Uchiha—screams of grief quickly turning into ones of pain and agony. She thinks they get ganged on by some bandits somewhere along the way, she thinks they get ambushed as well at someone only she can’t remember. It’s a blur of motion and fire and ice in her veins and her heart in her throat then—

Hyena is in front of her—protecting her from something—she doesn’t know what from or why only that he’s gonna get hurt and she can’t—there’s screaming and it takes it a few minutes for it sink in that it’s her screaming herself hoarse for the first time in so long.

Something happens, something great and powerful, something terrible and sinister as something bursts from her in sparks—crystal-like—and swallow them both whole and then suddenly they aren’t in the same forest anymore but she doesn’t care about that. She throws herself at Hyena and grabs at his clothes and chokes and sobs into his shitty kevlar ANBU vest and clings to him. 

“Don’t leave me alone!” She sobs in a voice that hasn’t been used in years, but she can’t sign this—she can’t just look him in the eyes and hopes she is understood. He needs to understand, needs to know that if he leaves she will die in every way but actual death. “You can’t—!! Don’t go and leave me here by myself! Don’t go where I can’t follow you!”

She can’t remember much after that, only that there’s a lot of sobbing and hushing from Hyena and all the stress—all the emotional uphill and grief crashes over her and knocks her out.

      Hyena stills, his arms full of the bastard Uchiha in his arms. Her mask is gone, knocked off in one of their fights while running and he doesn’t think she’s noticed yet but what does trip him up is that she spoke. He also doesn’t think she’s noticed that they’ve somehow been aged down to tinies. 

She’s cute, not his type sure, but cute enough. Her hair, free of the hairnet and mask that held it in, is fire red and short, almost bob-like in that it ends at her chin and puffs out a bit. Her jaw is sharp and angular and her skin is pale. She would have looked like a classic Uchiha if it weren’t for her wild Uzumaki hair. 

He also can’t get over the fact that she spoke. After so long in silence if what her hoarse and cracking voice told him and to him. Right enough, they both just watched their teammates being horribly killed and then eaten right in front of them so he guessed she was right with the tears and the speaking and almost-breakdown. Almost like the breakdown Hyena is starving off by not thinking about it. 

They’re in foreign lands (even when it’s not necessarily land they actually landed on—more like a small pond of green water that stings and burns), somewhere that isn’t safe when he doesn’t know the surrounding and Hyena doesn’t know how they got there or how Hound did it but he really doesn’t have the mental strength to look the gift horse in the face right now, he’s exhausted and injured from the fighting and the running. 

Hyena hasn’t always been very smart. He’s not a genius, like his clan heir nor their elders with their experience. 

He’s the example of a union born of a Nara and Inuzuka, more instincts and impulse even when he can play it smart with the best of them and with how tired he is he doubts he has the mental capabilities to seduce someone into giving them shelter—never mind the fact that he’s ten instead of eighteen. 

It takes less than half a day for Hound to wake up and even less than that for him to realise that they’re not in their world anymore. The first sign, there is no Konoha, nor Land of Fire. it gets him strange looks right enough when he asks and no one has seen his forehead protector before. They coo at his looks and express his concern over his ‘friend’ that easily makes him both annoyed and irritated in equal measure. He also finds out that the small marble-like balls he picked up are called Materia and seem to be able to do what Jutsu’s normally do. He guesses he’s lucky he picked them up, even if he only did it to see if he could make some quick money with it as he quickly learns that 1) Chakra doesn’t exist wherever they are and 2) neither of them have Chakra anymore.

Which is great, absolutely fantastic.

There’s not much to do when they get into reading everything they get their hands-on about this new world of theirs. They practice both their ANBU training in their new and younger bodies and study and practice with Materia just as much—if not more with. 

They also learn about ShinRa which well not really the worse thing they’ve seen it isn’t really on their radar much but as a place that they could go and get a job when they’ve finally gotten this whole New-world New-Body thing figured out. 

Its also around this time that they meet the Turks and well—sign them up. It’s like being ANBU but much more open and without the masks. Which does admittedly confuse them for a while because What? If they're the Shadows everyone's scared off, why do they show their faces?? Right enough, it's not their world so—whatever goes, goes they both guess. 

They meet Veld after being introduced into the Turks. It’s normal of course, introduce the newbies to the boss and intimidate and awe them. At least that’s what Hyena thinks is gonna happen when they first step into the office in newly given suits that Hyena already hates, he misses his old ANBU uniform and the kevlar vest that Hound both hated and loved.

 The bossman looks them over and then without thinking, double-takes at Hound and just stares. It makes something in him bristle and his instincts fire off all at the same time and its only his ANBU control that allows him to keep his cool and not go ballistic at the man. 

It’s subtle and if he was any less experienced and not actually a green rookie they all think he is he might have missed it. Velds eyes shift from Hound’s face, taking in her features carefully and then slowly, almost as if he’s dreading what he’s gonna find, he looks at the small picture frame on his desk. 

 Its a picture of Veld, younger of course and another man besides him. He’s tall and lanky, dressed in the common Turk suit and silky black hair and red eyes. He has a sharp jawline and almond eyes that if Hyena didn’t know better he’d have thought they were Hounds but no—for one, Hound is a female not a male and two, she has red hair not black but—

 It’s there. The features in the unknown man’s face and the way he seems to stand, graceful and tall that seems to mirror his partner. 

Hmm, he thinks, staring at the frame then looking over at Hound. How interesting.

[imagines-forthe-soul]

For your small imagines can I have Dabi, Twice, and Fatgum nsfw(as dirty as you'd like)/sfw headcannons for a female shy/quiet s/o who's black, has thick locs, introverted, nerdy, and studying to be doctor. lol aka shamless self insert please and thank you dear😉😚

You said both a small imagine and headcanons and it kind of confused me so I just went with headcanons, so I hope that’s okay!! Also, I can’t tell you how fun it was writing for a black reader. Most of the time when I write, I usually try to make the reader fit everyone or let you guys decide if she looks like you or an OC of yours, but it was really fun writing for a certain type or race of reader. I really want to do more things like this!!

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Todoroki Touya (Dabi):

He likes your quiet and introverted nature, finding a sort of comfort in it. He doesn’t really like talking all that much himself, so having someone who is somewhat similar to that is good with him. He’s comfortable with you being silent most of the time and will only ever talk if he has something important to say like: “What should we get for lunch?” or something.

Makes fun of you endlessly for being so nerdy and studious. He likes to pick on you when you are doing your studies, stealing your textbook from you and waving it over your head, pushing your arm so you mess up your notes, or even slapping your books out of your hand. He acts like a typical high school bully but it’s all in good fun… at least for him.

Since you’re on the shier side, he likes to shamelessly flirt and fondle you whenever and wherever he wants. It doesn’t matter if you are at home or in front of your family or friends, Dabi is going to be saying some raunchy things to you or grope you without batting an eye. When he met your parents, his arm was around your shoulder with his hand resting on your tit, giving it a good squeeze as he just stared your father down and walked into the house with you in tow without waiting to be invited in. He’s disrespectful like that.

You’re going to get your hair played with and pulled on a lot. Like I said before, Touya is a complete bully and likes teasing you endlessly. When the mood strikes him, he is going to just plop a hand on your head, messing around with the different sized locs in your hair, rolling them between his fingers, braiding a few, and putting them against his lip and pretending its a mustache. You don’t really pay much mind to it at first since it starts off so goofy and playful, but eventually you’ll feel him tug on your hair really hard and hitting you with your own hair if you try to stop him. He’s a real cunt.

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice):

Like Dabi, JIn likes to tease you for being such a studious person, but it’s all playful instead of mocking. He’ll call you things like Einstein, Brainiac, Smartass, just to be funny but he won’t ever disturb you or purposely mess up your notes. Even though he’s a villain, he isn’t going to mess up your chances of becoming something as big as a doctor for his own gain (unlike a certain charred jerkface)

He’s in love with your skin and your hair. More often than not, he will be admiring the color of your skin and how it glows in the sun or how smooth it is. He hasn’t seen many people with your skin color let alone date one, so he is going to take as much time as he sees fit to admire your skin and give you compliments on it. As for your hair, he can’t keep his hands out of it. He plays with it each and every chance he gets. Though be careful because he does tend to rip out the knots without really asking if he should or not. He just sees them and goes to getting rid of it for you which usually ends up hurting you.

He doesn’t mind your quiet nature in the least. Honestly, there would be nothing Jin loves more than a quite and calm partner. He has lots of troubles both in his life and in his mind and would love (as well as need) someone who could just be there for him, to be his peace away from all the craziness he has to deal with both inside and away from the field of villainy. He enjoys being able to come home to see you quietly studying and then cuddling up to you and just staying silent as you read over your notes and press a soft kiss to his temple every now and again.

Toyomitsu Taishirou (Fatgum):

He is obsessed with your hair. There is nothing he loves more than playing with each one, giving them names, helping you pick out hairstyles, and taking care of your hair. He thinks it’s a great bonding experience and helps him appreciate you and your hair so much more. However, above all else, he loves helping you take them out when you plan on redoing them. Seeing your hair in its unkempt and wild state is something he loves because he knows you are usually nervous about letting him see it this way. He loves that you trust him with this part of yourself and that you’ve allowed him to help you.

Thinks that your studying to become a doctor is beyond cool. He knows that not everyone wants to be or has the quirk to be a hero, but he loves that you are still doing something to give back to the community by studying and working hard to become someone that can still save lives without being an actual hero by profession. He admires that a lot about you and tries to help you in every way he can.

Can I just say that this babe absolutely loves your skin color as well as your culture and background. In his younger years, he never got much of a chance to date outside his race, especially not one that is so similar yet so different from his, so this is a really fun and educational experience for him. Now, don’t get me wrong, he isn’t dating you just to see what it’s like to be with someone from a different race, he does love you, and a whole lot at that. He simply enjoys learning more about your races culture and history as the two of you go about your relationship. Being able to learn about your lover’s culture through them is a magical experience that he finds brings you both closer together.

NSFW:

Todoroki Touya (Dabi)

If there is one thing Dabi loves most about dating a black woman, it’ll be that nice ass of yours. His hand is going to rain down a whole lot of hurt on your poor behind because he can’t help but love how round and full it is and how good it feels to spank it.

He thanks whatever Gods for your hair because it makes it so easy to turn and toss you how he wants thanks to your hair. The long dreads make it so easy to grip and hold onto you or hold you down. Plus, if they are long enough, you can bet he is going to try and choke you with them because he is that rude and kinky during sex.

Your quietness is going to be thrown out the window when he gets his hands on you. Dabi is all about hearing his partner moan and scream for him and will take it as a challenge if you are quiet during sex. He will do any and everything he can to get a sound out of you, from licking your sweet cunt down until you are begging him not to stop to fucking you so hard that you will end up speaking in tongues by the time he is done with you.

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice):

He never expected sex to be different with someone outside of his race, but he was pleasantly surprised to find out that there are a few differences when having sex with you compared to Japanese women. An example being the way you moan and react to his touches. He loves how soft yet how raw your noises are, how you react to each movement he makes rather than only the pleasure he is or is supposed to be giving you. Your responses to his words and to his actions are so genuine and raw that it takes all his efforts not to cum too quickly when making love to you.

Is very fascinated with your breasts. It’s pretty common for some women of color to have larger areolas and honestly if you do, Jin will love it to bits. He loves to lick around them and marvel at them when you are on top of him. It drives him completely crazy seeing your beautiful breasts bounce as you ride him.

Loves seeing your hair sprawl out behind you when you both have sex. You look so beautiful with your hair strewn about the place, some thrown over your shoulder with the rest behind you, making you look so ethereal and perfect. Words of praise fall from his lips more than you can keep up with when he sees you like this.

Toyomitsu Taishirou (Fatgum):

His favorite position to make love to you in is doggy style. He loves seeing the arch in your back, making you look oh so submissive to him and only him. He loves to be able to run his hand down the arch of your back every so often, feeling the soft skin and smooth muscle there. He also loves the way your ass looks from this position and how he can hold your waist a lot tighter like this, controlling the pace you two go at.

However, what he loves more than doggy style is having you sit on his face. Nothing will make this man happier than having his head between your thighs, tongue shoved deep inside you pulsing cunt as you slowly rock against his face, his hands on your hips to help keep you steady. Big boi loves to eat and his favorite food just so happens to be the sweet fruit between your legs.

He adores hearing your sweet little moans when he makes love to you. They always sounds so angelic and soft and he wants nothing more than for you to keep making those sounds as he drives himself into you. He’ll bend down and rest his head against yours just to hear your sounds a little louder.

Wanna see some other shit I’ve written?

[richies-sloppy-bitch]

Currently Untitled Fix-It Fic, Part 1 (Once I have a title I will change it)

Pairings: In this part: The start of Richie x Lucy Flannery (my OC, but feel free to use this as a reader self insert!) and Stan x Lucy

Warnings: Homophobic slur, swearing, talk of missing/dead children

Words: 1567

Summary: Lucy is just trying to enjoy her last day of school, but ends up stumbling upon Richie, Stan, Eddie, and Bill while they’re down at the Barrens, teaching them that there’s more to her than the rumors at school say about her.

I hope you enjoy, I have a post about my OC here: https://richies-sloppy-bitch.tumblr.com/post/189220214136/it-oc-character-info

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     Finally, Lucy thought as she headed down to the Barrens with a backpack as weightless as her shoulders in that moment. Freedom. Less bullshit, no homework, and most importantly, less Henry fucking Bowers. She often came to the Barrens to have a quiet smoke, or to have a quick beer that she'd stolen from the fridge at home. She liked that spot because it was quiet and nobody ever came down there. Until today.

     She lit her cigarette and took a long drag, peacefully enjoying the quiet until she heard some splashing and voices. Voices of boys, it sounded like. Who the fuck would come down here to play in the damn water? The sewer is over there…  She was just going to let whoever it was do their thing, but yet, she was curious as to who would have the intent to play down there. She picked up her skateboard and slowly approached the voices. She could hear them a lot clearer. Two boys in polo shirts and shorts standing outside the sewer tunnel and two boys actually STANDING in it, one replying with stuttered words and the other in a loud Hawaiian shirt and glasses responding in bad attempts at impressions.

    "That's poison ivy… And that's poison ivy" the taller of the polo wearing boys was saying with a slight worry to his voice. 

    "Stanley,  not every fucking plant is poison ivy!" Retorted the boy in the glasses. 

    "Actually…" Lucy hopped over the rocks that dotted across the river to the tunnel, "none of these are poison ivy. But you see that bush about 15 feet that way?" She gestured, cigarette in hand, to a bush that looked different than the ones by the boys. They all turned their heads to look. "THAT fucker is poison ivy. I know from experience." She shuddered and took another drag. The boys just stared at her, silent in surprise. She had seen these kids at school before but didn't even know their names. They, however,  definitely knew who Lucy Flannery was. The girl who picked fights, who even fought boys at school. The girl who, it was rumored, also liked girls. The student consensus was that she was scary, and especially for boys who went by the term "losers", to be avoided.

     "H...Hi… Lu..lucy." the stuttering boy bravely spoke to her, his stutter even worse than what she'd overheard. "Wuh...wha..what are you do..doing here?" He sounded both curious and defensive, as if he were trying to protect himself and his friends from the mean, scary girl. She was only scary by reputation, not her appearance.  Her appearance was what drove the bigoted masses of Derry to assume she was a lesbian. Rail thin, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a faded Ramones t-shirt, dirty black Converse high tops, not a speck of makeup on her face. Bruises adorned her bare legs, reminders of skateboarding trips turned awry and fights she had gotten into, but out of self defense, not schoolyard terrorism as everyone assumed. Wild wavy chocolate locks that came to just below her chin and seemed to grow every which way also adding to her boyish look, making her slightly resemble Ellen Ripley from the Alien movies the boys had seen.

     "I was going to ask you the same thing." She replied and took a step forward,  causing all four boys to seem to slightly cower. "Hey… I'm not here to fuck with you. I swear. I don't even know who you guys are. I mean, I've seen you at school and all but I was just curious why the fuck anyone would willingly come down to the sewers to hang out?" Her voice was actually somewhat soft, soothing. She sounded like the nicest person in that moment. 

     "We're luh… looking for something." The stammering boy replied, cut off by the one in the glasses. "We're looking for his dead- I mean, MISSING brother, Miss Noseypants."

    It hit her, at least who the boy with the stutter was. "Wait… You're that kid whose little brother went missing! What was his name, George I think?" She asked.

     "Ge...Georgie." the boy replied. Then she remembered, at least his name.

     "Bill Denbrough, right? I guess you already know who I am." 

     "Ye...yeah. And that's Stanley, Eddie, and this..th...this is Richie." He gestured at the boys respectively.

    "Well your brother is just missing, they never found him. You think he might be in here?" She asked Bill.

     "I h..hope so." 

     "Well… Do you want me to help look? I have nowhere to be." She smiled kindly, dropping the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomping it out. 

     "Re..really? You'd do that?" Bill was surprised, and the looks of amazement on the other boys' faces reflected the same. They were suddenly a lot less tense in their body language.

     "If it helps bring a kid home then fuck yeah!" She untied her shoes, stuffed her socks in them and began to head in, stepping into the fetid water next to Richie.

     "That's greywater, I'm not fucking going in there!" chirped Eddie as she made her way in.

     "What the hell's greywater?" Richie replied with a roll of his eyes.

     "It's literal piss and shit, just telling you! You're all walking around in millions of gallons of Derry pee!" 

     Grinning, Richie picked up a stick and scooped up what looked like a shred of fabric, pretended to sniff it and in a failed attempt at a Mexican accent, said "IT DOESN'T SMELL LIKE CACA TO ME SEÑOR!" Lucy couldn't help but giggle, this kid was hilarious already and she'd only known him for five minutes. Stanley rolled his eyes and Bill just looked at Richie sternly, who noticed the girl standing there was laughing. "At least someone has good taste in entertainment, huh, toots?" He winked.

     She felt a rush of warmth to her cheeks and she fell silent.

    "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Richie asked.

    "No… I'm just… Not used to boys calling me cute things like 'toots'. They mostly just call me a dyke." She said softly, her big brown eyes looking down for a moment. "I'm NOT one, just so you know." She glanced at each of the boys as she said that, trying to get her point across. 

    Richie grinned. She thought it was cute? Well she better, because honestly SHE'S cute. Especially when she's all flustered. He thought, before continuing. "Well I can call you all kinds of cute shit, like sweetcheeks,  sugartits-" he was cut off by Stan, who clearly looked annoyed.

     "Beep beep, Richie. You're making her uncomfortable." He scolded. Unbeknownst to her and Richie, Stan also thought Lucy was actually quite striking, and his interruption was jealousy disguised as his usual irritation with Richie's antics.

     "Yeah, and can you stop dicking around? I can smell that from here." Eddie added, which began a back and forth banter with Richie that had Lucy fighting for her life to hold back laughter, ultimately failing.

    "Are you sure it's not just your breath wafting back into your face?"

    "Listen, have you ever heard of a STAPH INFECTION?!"

    "OH, I'LL SHOW YOU A STAFF INFECTION" the argument was cut off by Bill, who had found something. "G..Guys…" he pointed at what looked like a white shoe, picking it out of the water.

     "Is it.. " Stan asked, nervously.

     "Georgie wore...ga..galoshes." Bill replied.

     "Then whose is it?" Eddie asked.  Richie looked at the inside of the white canvas sneaker that read "B. RIPSOM". 

     "It's Betty Ripsom's." He said with an unusual softness. Betty was another girl who, like Georgie, had gone missing and was never found.

      "I don't like this!" Eddie said anxiously.

      "How do you think Betty feels? Running around these tunnels with only one frickin' shoe?" Richie lifted his foot out of the water with a smile. Even Lucy didn't laugh, this was creeping all of them out.

     "What if she's still down here?" Stan asked. Bill and Richie began to venture further in, with Lucy following.

     "Aren't you guys coming?" Richie asked.

     "If my mom found out we were playing down here, she'd have an ANEURYSM okay-" Eddie began, cut off by Bill, who somberly spoke.

     "If I was Betty Ripsom… I'd want us to find her. Ge..Georgie too."

     "Well what if I don't WANT to find her? No offense, but I don't want to end up like Ge… I mean… I don't want to go missing either." Eddie replied. 

     "He's got a point." Stan noted.

     "Y..you too?" Bill looked at his friend.

     "It's SUMMER! We're supposed to be having fun! This isn't fun! This is scary and disgusting!" Stan shouted. Lucy couldn't disagree, she did get the creeps from being in there, but was holding her composure. 

     Before anyone could reply, a loud splash came from behind Eddie and Stanley. An overweight boy with dirty blonde hair stumbled in the water behind them, blood on the lower front of his shirt. The group all rushed out to see.

     "Holy shit! What the fuck happened to YOU?!" Richie exclaimed. The boy clearly needed medical attention of some kind, the bleeding was pretty bad.

     Lucy had a feeling this summer was going to be different. What SORT of different, good or bad, remained to be seen.  

 **To be continued.**

[digimondestined]

1-50 :D (for xxx: Blurred Lines; 42: Aokise Songfics (Need You Now); 46: Try- and Keep Trying; 47, made up title: In the man behold a child) ❤️

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

Oof.  12 ish? FFNet But we don’t speak about it; the site or the writing :P

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

Right now, I’m more invested in aokise / knb fandom and well, once invested, it’s hard to pull my focus :P Other fandoms I’m interested in writing in as of the moment are Owari No Seraph (Gureshin :P) and Seven Deadly Sins (man, that’s lovely hell)

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

Probably OCs? I haven’t written OC’s in a while but heck, reader inserts sounds kinda of awkward to write :P

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

…is angst with a happy ending a genre?(Otherwise maybe coming of age?)

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

Blurred Lines is the only one that has an actual plot :P and is multi chaptered :P. It’s also got a couple of my favorite tropes such as mutual pining & simultaneous obliviousness. To be honest, I normally don’t edit my works before I put them out (sometimes I’ll get a loving friend to look at it tho :PPPPPP) because I can’t bear reading what I’ve written without cringing, but yeah, I thought Blurred Lines was pretty good :D in terms of writing skill because I’ve been able to read it again aha and I thank all the wonderful people who showered me the work with compliments. <3

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

LMAO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I HAVEN’T ALREADY? If I delete stories, it’s always for the reason I’m disappointed with it in hindsight, or xD embarrassed I produced such poo.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

Night time becuz I like to procrastinate, it’s quiet and the dark is cozy.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Other writers/stories, canon material, music, random insights at odd times, prompts sparked by single words or little phrases, prompts from sites or book quotes or from friends and epiphanies, and then mostly I don’t :P 

9) In your Blurred Lines fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

Chapter 5, the (two I guess?) scene where Aomine’s really upset and Kise makes it his job to take his mind off of it; it’s a memorable moment for both of them because Kise’s determination and hard work really gets to show (SEIRIN GAH; jskghjkghg sg lgsg gsjlsd) in front of two people that mean a lot: himself and Aomine, and for Aomine, it’s an example of how he can be weak and injured too, and is so much more than some give him credit for.

10) In your fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind? Nah, I really liked how it ended actually :) Happy after endings are my favorite :)

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

I’ve only gotten harsh criticism once or twice and man, you should’ve seen me RAWRR in their faces :P. Sometimes self criticism- ex: dislike of plot- will get me to edit though; and then there are just times where I’ve been lazy but reading the work, I’ll see flaws that definitely have to be changed and will proceed to do so.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Aomine and Kise are the most fun imo. I go wild with both because of the complexity to both their characters and simply, the inspiration you can see from different works of other authors (Ex: MoustachePenguin wrote JustBreathe with Kise who had crushing depression and KaijosCopyCat wrote When It Rains, It Rains Bullets, where Kise is actually more jaded than Aomine is); point being said, there’s enough material to make a lot reasonable.Kise is fun for his masks and layers; Aomine is great for his relativity. And of course, you can always find a way to knit in angst of some sort :P 

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

Lots man. Kuroko, Murasakibara-

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories. 

SO. Remember how it was planned as a one-shot aha :P I’d gotten 3 chapters and ½ written out before I said screw it and posted them before gradually working on the rest :P 

Anyways, I’d only then finished on a final summary, and with one of the parts being “Lines Blurring”, I thought heck let’s roll with that.

Oh also! Had a hard time getting that summary out. gotta thank my special, one and only snowflake.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

- Likes to indulge myself; I’ll base OCs of some real characters, then twinkle with the name little bit, maybe adding extra letters or finding names with similar meanings?

- It also has to do with how the name tastes. You know how some words just flow better? (Connotation and all that :P) but like, Jewel over Gem, Crystal over Jewel, Ruby over Everything, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?

Was a prompt- (voldetort :P)

but i was given an open ending option and then i took it and ran with it and turned it into angst with happy ending :P

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

Kise stuck out his tongue, Aomine smirked, and they let Momoi laugh herself dry.

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Yah, who doesn’t? :PP (atop of the temporarily abandoned WIPs :PPP) Either loss of enthusiasm, lack of ability (time, but mostly procrastination :P) to write, or post-insights that lemme realize the story is unsatisfying to the point of repulsive :P

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

Maybe Blurred Lines? Struggle them through 2nd year of school, relationship where it’s so much more precious than a regular, “we-just-began-a-”relationship” because of the stakes. (But then I’d have to like write a conflict???and my inability to be creative would hinder that :P)

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

I haven’t really “ended” any stories of worthy length, but for Blurred Lines :P. Which had an okay ending in my opinion, though maybe hurriedly carried out XDI imagine when I do get to finishing more/other stories, I might? Because I can be impulsive. :P But then again, I take a heck long time to procrastinate; and sometimes that means more time to think about how a story wants to go- in these cases, I don’t, usually :)

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

I am heck into lots of writers.

Roch; VanillaDaydreams22 (tumblr) and just VanillaDaydreams (ao3) is a great friend and writer :P with a lovely, descriptive style of fluid writing.

A famous one would be moustachiopenguin - wrote lots of heart wrenching stories; aha we both know :P So, imagination, use of plot, detail, etc.

And then there’s an up and new coming one; her name starts with a Y and ends with a U.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Literally all of them. :P Anything from over 4-6 months in particular is a bit of, no thanks :P

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

I prefer music, even though sometimes it’s not helpful and actually, is a hindrance :P but music always helps the mood~

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

Laughs.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Writing? Nah. Reading? Heck, few times.

26) Which part of your Blurred Lines fic was the hardest to write?

All of it cause I didn’t want to write it, I wanted to waste time~

- In the later chapters, carrying out Aomine’s realization for feelings was a little difficult; I had Satsuki sort of catalyze his action, because he’s pretty heckin determined to get Kise in his unconscious mind; Satsuki’s rejection just enforces the feeling he needs to express himself, though hard. But I occasionally would wonder whether Aomine was made too soft, or OOC in general.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

My impulsiveness pushes me towards flow; but for fics requiring detail, general outline help XD no matter how “general”.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

Maybe just the fact that the fandoms I’d get to were in existence :D like how some of us talked about, would have been pretty cool to write with the other gazillion of fan- tho, then again, wouldn’t trade them for you guys aha <3

There’s a lot of things I’ve learned from it and only with the actual writing action have I come to understand the things :P

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Maybe Lazy or No Questions Asked. Lazy, because it was the first time I’d written something short but with a bit of story to it still, y’know? :P And then No Questions Asked because I just love the trope of uncertainty and obliviousness and pining in the middle of aokise.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Honestly? Say It. It was short and okay but like, plot-wise? Not sure if it deserved all the kindness it/I got XD

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

I haven’t written any OCs in a while! I imagine one I get back to doing so, they could be :P

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Not quite sure. I have shit memory sometimes aha, but all the support is good :D

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

On one of my first fics, which I’d written 24 chapters / 40K (GASP I KNOW :D IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN *SMILES THROUGH THE TEARS OF SAD*) I was told the other chapters should be deleted because it was so bad. But like, the reader had posted said criticism through at least half of the work so :P and a couple of chapters later, said, “This is better! But change everything before this.”I actually got a lot of help/reviews becasue I’d asked for them from various authors aha and fandom was popular and lively; the criticism just went straight through my ears I think. XD

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I like getting a second opinion if I’m insecure about the idea (often, you guessed right <3) but on the chance I’ve written something really good, I like to keep it close; the pride builds up when I post it and surprise everyone :DDD <333

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

No.

jkjk :P I currently have 4 active WIPs. 1. SECRET (for fanzine :PP), 2. As Long As You Love Me (CJ’s prompt) 3. Some Stuff Has Actually Changed 4. Oops I Did It Again

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

What is humor explain??!?!?

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

- You silly.- Roch + CJ- You, super lovely <3

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

3rd for the most of it. I’ve never written with 1st before but I’m considering it for a work that’d require an extensive cast. 2nd also strikes me as fun though, because of this angsty story I’d read where Kise was the narrator but done through 2nd? 2nd also seems very poetic and I’d like to try it out some day for fun :P

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

Yeet :P

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

Nijimura, Jellal, you name it XD all of them??? You know my tendency to avoid protagonists :P

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song Need You Now

It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you nowSaid I wouldn’t call but I lost all control and I need you nowAnd I don’t know how I can do without, I just need you now

Angsty and perfect for pining ships.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

LMAO I’ve never written a fic long enough for a plot twist to occur; B) I DON’T WRITE PLOT?? XD

44) What is the last line you wrote?

A victory, Kise should think, should be thinking. What is there instead is empathy, but sadness anyways. Oh Aominecchi…

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

Not much. There are periods of time when I don’t want to write at all and I will find excuses of any kind to get off my laptop, or stay on, and just not write aha. What helps is typically at night when I feel semi-tired, I’ll be motivated to write enough to be a pleasant thought before bed.

46) I really loved your Try and Keep Trying fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

GoM have a Winter Cup Banquet and there’s alcohol there. AoKise has done a lot more pining and both gotten better at hiding it. They meet awkwardly at the event becuz of their friends talking to each of their friends and then suddenly disappearing while AoKise are startled, staring at each other. Cautious tense talk tried to be made easier by both of them; Kise makes a joke like, “Alcohol would make this a little easier, right Aominecchi?”

And Aomine blurts out stupid becuz high strung, smth like, “Is that what you thought the last time?”

AND THEN, Kise is also high strung right, so his reply is probably something dumb; maybe a few more lines and then:

KISE ACCIDENTALLY CALLS HIM ‘DAIKI’ AND THEY BOTH JUST FREEZE AND BLUSH PROFUSELY BC THEY’RE REMINDED OF THE KISS AND FDSJFS AHO REALIZES KISE DID N O T FORGET - and he’ quick to press Kise for an explanation but Kise is sure this is going to lead to heartbreak, that Aomine’s frantic (heart beating at 12432 beats a second) and desperate (to know becuz becuz if Kise- if Ryouta-) demands of Kise to tell him the truth are from a place of piss/fury. When Aomine realizes Kise is only shying away from his emotional cornering/words more and more, Aomine does the only thing he can think of and kisses Kise again and again and again.

Kise realizes he means it, Aomine is almost heartbroken over how Kise couldn’t understand he meant it; both are overwhelmingly overjoyed becuz c’mon. MUTUAL pining, not just pining :P and then THAT turns into cautious, hopeful, cautious prompts for dating.

47) Here’s a fic title - In the man behold a child

(Uni AU)Aomine pines after Kise’s ass and he constantly sends him is inviting him: “C’mon Kise, kiss me and I’ll shut up forever.” and “C’mon Kise, I’d be a great fuckbuddy. No string attached but sex. I’ll be gone immediately.”, lots of, “C’mon Kise. I’m fun. I’ll give you want you want, what you need.” and more earnest and genuine stuff, “I know I sound like I’m kidding, and maybe parts of me were…but I meant it when I said I love you. And I’ll wait until you finally hear I’m fully serious.”

Eventually, Kise comes to realize he is serious. The fact that Aomine really has matured as a person over time and that he really loves Kise.  Who also realizes maybe a little bit of the fact that he’d never needed a real relationship because Aomine sort of checked off all the boxes; and so, (poetically aha; i thought of this at last moment XD) child Kise is also revealed in man Kise for being oblivious and little bit scared (because that’s what teens/kids are good at Aha?)

Ofc, then Kise finally says yes, though hesitant still; Aomine takes him slowly through love and all the good stuff :P

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining/Obliviousness & Uncertainty, Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers, anything with a slight of it’s hard and if we’re not being told we’re gonna make it through, how can i be reassured now that we will; but you’ve got friends to rely on so it’ll be okay OTHERWISE KNOWN AS Angst with a Happy Ending :P

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

Something from Warrior Cats

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

(Both both is good)

YOU CAN’T MAKE ME CHOOSE.

But like, if angst with a happy ending counts as angst??? Than that :PFluff is good but you have to have a reason that makes it even sweeter :P

[ixkyu-9]

1, 2, 7, 13, and 14 for that oc meme ??

THIS IS A LOT so… I’m putting this all under a read more. There’s a lot of questions and I like to go into detail with responses, so here it is! If you want me to go into any more detail about anything I mentioned here, please let me know! I cannot and will not shut up about my ocs ever.

Thank you so much for sending me so many numbers, anon! This took a long while, but it was super fun to answer all of these!

((I forget how mobile deals with read mores when it comes to asks, so if you’re on mobile and this post is presented in full… I am so sorry for your dash.))

Some OC questions

1. Your first OC ever?

So this girl. Ohh boy this girl. I made her in the fourth grade right around my RPG horror phase. I actually remember a lot about her because she’s certainly… something.

Her backstory is that one day while she was away from home, a giant meteor came and destroyed her house and killed her parents. She had no relatives to stay with because they lived all the way in Russia??? So she just traveled the streets and she came across this weird purple gem thingy in an alleyway that made her turn evil. The evil gem made her go to this abandoned high school full of monsters and she stayed there. (That “abandoned high school” was based on the actual high school I’m going to right now.) her on the left is her ~evil~ side while the one on the right is her ~good~ side. I remember I shipped my self insert with her good side. I was gay at age 10 and my first gf was my own oc.

Despite how wild her character is… I do think she is one of the main reasons I create characters today (because it was just so fun having my own little world with my own creations), and I do think her design actually influenced one of my current characters. (Not at all in backstory though. I swear I don’t write backstories like this anymore.)

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

My favorites change all the time depending on who it is I’m focusing on developing at the moment, though for the most part, these guys are usually my favorites. I’ll describe why I like each of them the most (left to right):

Aster - I just get so emotional over him and yet he’s also my favorite to use for jokes. He’s my go-to for gay jokes, even though him being gay is like… actually a very serious part of his character. I find him really interesting because the persona he puts in front of other people is very different from how he actually is. He presents himself as a cocky asshole, but in reality he’s very emotional and indecisive.Patches - I think it’s mostly the fact that he’s gone through a lot in life (mostly in regard to his relationships with other people) and has finally found someone who makes him happy. He’s had a very bad ex who treated him horribly in more ways than one, which sort of left him very uncertain about starting any new relationship with someone. He fell in love with a much better person who treats him well and is just a good source of comfort for him. I just love that so much. He’s very cold around people he doesn’t know or like, but is an absolute sweetheart to people he does know and love.Lillian - Lillian falls under one of my favorite types of character… the past bully who realizes the error of their ways and tries hard to become a better person. Again, I get very emotional over her like with my other ocs. She was bullied a lot in her past and transformed into a bully herself as a way of… self defense. She tries really hard to help people who struggle with bullying themselves, offering to be their bodyguard and things like that since she’s physically strong and can stand up for herself and others.Liala - 1. She’s so fun to draw?? I think in my sketchbook I carry with me I have the most drawings of her. 2. I’ve never been the biggest fan of bubbly characters, but there’s something about Liala that I love so much. I think it’s mostly because her personality isn’t… genuine? She fakes her personality in hopes to be liked by other people because she believes her “normal” self is too boring and unlikable. I dunno how to describe my love for Liala… She’s just good.Tomo - She’s an absolute sweetheart and I love her. She has a lot of issues going on (mostly in relation to how she sees herself and how she trusts others). She has a very hard time making friends because she thinks she’ll just hurt everyone somehow. She suffered a lot from bullying when she was younger and believes that she doesn’t deserve happiness. She has… two “forms” I guess you could call it? One with a mask and one without. With her mask she pretty much glorifies the thought of the worst possible outcome, though only happening to her. Without her mask, she greatly fears the thought. I think I dump a lot of my anxieties on her tbh. She’s my Anxiety Gal.Alex (the tiny boy at the bottom) - Tbh he just completely became a self insert without my knowing and now I’ve grown so emotionally attached to him that doing anything slightly depressing with his character makes me want to cry. He tries way too hard to be cool, and he thinks girls are the coolest thing to ever exist so he really idolizes them. He isn’t liked that well in school and is bullied a lot for how he dresses and acts. His only “friends” are two high schoolers who make him really uncomfortable, but he doesn’t know how to stop being their friend.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

…Well! I think it’s obvious to tell that my ocs are not designed for dangan ronpa, but the only story idea I’ve really been able to think of is a dangan ronpa-esque situation. It’s actually really helped me develop my characters. I’ve come up with a lot of elements for the story (such as each chapter murder, their motives, character roles, why they’re there, etc.). I would go into more detail, but this response is already plenty long, so I think I’ll do that at a later point if anyone is interested.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

if by “troublemaker” you mean “characters who commit crime” then yeah I have some. I don’t really have much development for the two in the back since they’re just side characters to exist for the purpose of a main character’s backstory. (Even then, they aren’t too relevant.) The green one is Luke. I don’t have much going on with him other than he’s poor, gay and kinky. The orange one is Clair, and all I have going for her is that she’s rich but does this stuff for “fun”. Poor Alex in the middle was just dragged into this strange friendship because he says he likes to “break the rules” in school and they thought on more extreme levels of rule breaking. Now Alex doesn’t know what to do please help him.

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

Which one they’re all sad.

DELETED SOME STUFF DUE 2 SPOILERS LOL