#reviving this oc only for the challenge

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Finished some concept art doodles of Optimus for that #Return_0 x TF AU I've been cooking as an art challenge for tonight's stream-- TL;DR the matrix brought him back from the dead after Cybertron war ended to save Megatron from the bigger bad in my OC universe!

(Optimus turns into a train/stellar engine in this AU 🚄☄️)

I also got down even more lore down during stream too (Thank u badgersnaps for bouncing ideas and helping me write the Prime related stuff; summary below!

-Optimus was executed by Megatron at the end of the war- but in this AU the Prime Matrix is reviving him; powered by the main seal engraved in its core.

-As the strongest of the Seals, the Seal is of the planet Cybertron itself, is "Cybertron is Threatened by an Outside Force ''. And with Megatron being controlled by PROVIDENCE, this seal is activated. It's by far the strongest seal, but only just strong enough to force Optimus alive again. So, he needs to fulfill the other seals to be able to act and move properly. (effectively keeping him in perma-overclock)

-The reason why the Cybertron Seal wasn't active during the Decepticon war was because the Decepticons were born of Cybertron. They aren't an Outside threat. PROVIDENCE however , is.

-OP's main objective is to prevent PV from using its its control over Megatron to unlock the coordinates to their home planet for assimilation...

[ask-team-gold-aka-g-deal]

Villains for hire

Wish to have a villain in your OC Ask blog?

Now you can!!!

All you need to do is contact Team Gold, send in a request and say how deadly you want us to be: Passive - sits around and acts annoying, only taking things that are important to the story.

Basic - Will harm and damage characters, but won't kill them.

Aggressive - Will kill characters but can and will revive them, will not touture characters though,

Wrathful - Will kill and torture characters, making their lives living hell with only a few breaks (And mercy kills).

Ruthless - Will show your characters the worst of the worst, letting them live only to suffer again, will interrupt revives and will break your spine. this rank is only for those who want to die or want a very one-sided challenge.

You can also chose multiple franchise types (Gold will be included in all of them):

Pokemon - All Pokémon OC's related to team gold will be included with their pokemon teams. (Otherwise they will not have their Pokémon teams)

MLP - The MLP themed OC'S and AC's will be included.

Dragon ball - All DB themed AC's will be included.

Other: Gold and his creations that aren't really related to most franchises will be included.

Get your villain now!! - Kind regards, Team Gold.

[jorvik-chronicles]

🔮 ⤷ Random and Unimportant Soul Rider Headcanons [Pt.1]

These are all mostly based on my own OC-ified versions of the Soul Riders, but I thought it would be fun to share nonetheless >:)

Linda collects plushies. Her bed is absolutely full of them, all different sizes, colours, styles, etc - as well as a lot from different fandoms she's in. For those that already came with names, she reassigned them names, and probably writes them all down in a designated notebook with cool little stickers and doodles of them.

Lisa is THE plant mom. They all buy her plants for her birthday, and they are like her children. Sometimes she’ll come home from long trips and find that some of them have wilted, and it’s the most heartbreaking moment for her as she tries desperately to revive them.

Anne will often get someone's attention by calling them by their last name only. ("PETERSON! What the HELL are you doing??")

In Linda's backpack, she has pretty much anything she could ever need. 4a. One of the things she carries is a small pocket notebook, where she writes snippets of poetry from random thoughts she has throughout the day, which she will inevitably look back on hours later (having forgotten what she'd wrote) and sit there thinking “Damn, that’s really shit why did I think that was cool and aesthetic”.

Alex has her friends saved in her contacts under the silliest of names. Linda as 'Sister of the Cheese', for example, or Anne as 'Sunshine [derogatory]'.

Lisa wears odd-coloured shoe laces. The most notable are her Converse, which are also covered in colourful patches, doodles, and embroidery that the whole group has contributed to.

Anne and Alex engage in aggressively cheesy, jokey flirting with each other, despite their relationship being purely platonic. This is probably down to the fact that they have the dirtiest minds. Sometimes they’ll just greet each other like: “Hey, sweetcheeks.” “Hey, sexy.”

Anne just has really cold hands?? Like, all the time??

Wall-hangings and tapestries are a big trade-off between Linda, Lisa and Anne.

There was definitely a moment where they all found out that Alex can rap really well. Eminem better watch out fr.

Linda collects scarves ready for the Autumn and Winter. Like, imagine her just browsing lil shops in Jarlaheim and she comes across a scarf she really likes, is just like UUUUEEE >:)) She is the Pinterest girly.

Lisa can't swim, but would really like to learn how. Until then, she is the designated rubber-ring dweller.

Alex cracks her knuckles. All. The. Damn. Time.

Anne absolutely loves card and dice games, and will challenge the others to a game or two if they have the stuff available. She probably carries around a pack of cards with her.

Alex is a WhatsApp sticker FIEND. She has a bank full of meme stickers to send in response to anything.

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Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 32/45 Word count: 1848 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

Previous chapter

WARNING: 18+ content, reading this chapter is your own responsibility if you're a minor

Chapter 30. I Came. I Saw. I Conquered.

As Matilde and Charles continued walking to the hotel, their steps fell into a comfortable rhythm as they returned. They ended up in a deep conversation about the race; not the technical part, but more like the fun part and the happenings around the race. It was so deep that they forgot to go their own way when arriving at the hotel. Matilde walked with Charles to his room while they exchanged words.

Charles opened the door of his room and stepped inside. Immediately, he spotted his wallet on the desk. He grabbed it and turned around. "Got it, let's- oh."

Matilde stood close to him, which he did not expect, and the same went for her. She could feel his breath on her skin, and goosebumps started to form on her arms. They were standing a few centimetres apart.

"Sorry," she mumbled, looking into his eyes. I should go to my own room. I don't even know why I walked with you here."

"Yeah," Charles agreed, but he kept looking at her.

For the first time, he noticed a small mole under her eyebrow and a little scar on her chin. His eyes almost hypnotised Matilde. They were green, but she also saw specks of blue and gold. And his lips. His lips were so kissable. It took her back to last week, when they kissed in Amsterdam. They both hadn't mentioned it, and now she couldn't stop thinking about it. She wanted to feel his lips on hers again, she craved it. Matilde slowly placed her hands on his chest, and she moved them towards his neck. Charles followed her every move, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. When her arms were draped around his neck, she gently pulled him towards her, and she pressed her lips against his. Charles instantly grabbed her waist and tugged her closer to him.

Then, Matilde realised what she had done, and she shyly pulled herself back. She even took a step back and stared at Charles. She bit her lip and observed his face for a reaction; he was smiling. It was a similar smile to the one he showed this afternoon after the race.

Charles confidently stepped forward and placed both his hands on her cheeks. "Thank god," he whispered, putting his lips on hers again. He felt her smile against his lips, making him smile as well.

He took some steps back, pulling her with him towards his bed. When he felt the back of his knees hit the bed frame, he turned them around and gently lowered Matilde onto his bed. Charles crawled towards her and he kissed her again, this time he deepened the kiss when his hands found her cheeks again and he caressed her lovingly. Matilde responded by tangling her fingers into his hair and she pulled him even closer, she wanted to feel every single part of him. A moan escaped Charles' lips when she tugged on his hair, and they finally broke apart. His forehead rested against hers, and Matilde's chest heaved because she was trying to catch her breath.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her. He leaned back and tilted her chin with one hand so that she had to look at him.

"Yes," she answered determinedly. "Do you?"

He chuckled softly. 'Yes. God, yes."

She smiled, and she tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Take it off, please."

"Only because you asked so nicely," he said, and he attempted to wink.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one go. She couldn't take her eyes off his upper body. She slowly lifted her hands so that she could caress his toned pecs and abs. Charles smirked and he slid back, he was now standing in front of the bed. He kicked his shoes off and unbuckled his belt. Quickly, he stepped out of his pants and then his eyes were focused entirely on the woman lying in front of him. Matilde whimpered. Charles's eyes were hungry, and she longed for his touch. Plus, she felt overdressed. It felt like he was reading her mind, because he placed his hands on her ankles and he took her shoes off. Then, his hands moved to her calves and he gently grasped them. His hands slid up further along, and he pushed her dress up. When he reached her thighs, he squeezed the soft skin and kissed her inner thigh.

"Charles," she moaned; one hand was tugging his hair while the other clutched the duvet.

She felt him smile against her skin, and he continued kissing her. His head disappeared under the fabric of her dress, and he nibbled on her thigh while also making his way further up. She could feel this hot breath against her skin, and his nose nudged the damp fabric of her panties. Matilde whimpered, which gave Charles even more confidence. He savoured the sounds that she made, and he pressed a kiss just above her panties. His fingers skimmed over her thighs, brushing her sensitive skin with a touch so soft, it left her trembling. She arched her back slightly, her body responding immediately to his touch. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, and he slowly slid them down her legs. His head appeared again from under her dress, and their eyes locked.

The intensity in his gaze made her shiver.

He dipped his head again, and he pressed his lips to her bare skin. She moaned, and she pushed up her hips, desperately wanting more. He chuckled against her, and without a warning, he teased her with his tongue. She gasped and her fingers tightened in his hair, she pulled him closer, and Charles sucked her clitorus. He savoured every reaction he drew from her and his hands grabbed her thighs even more firmly, he held her steady as he moved with precision. Her breath hitched, her moans and gasps growing louder and desperate. She barely couldn't think. His tongue flicked in just the right way, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body, her legs were trembling.

"Charles," she gasped, her voice barely audible.

Just by hearing her whisper his name, she made him push even further. He shifted slightly, and with one hand, he trailed up her body, his fingers brushing over her waist and higher until he reached the zipper at the back of her dress. He pulled it down, undressing her slowly. Matilde lifted her arms to help him. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Charles pulled the dress off her body, leaving her in her bra. His eyes darkened with desire as he gave her an one over, he took in every curve and every dip of her skin.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

Before she could even respond, Charles towered over her again, and he kissed her. His kiss was hungry, and Matilde could only comply. She tasted herself on his lips, which only heightened her arousal. Matilde wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, she needed to feel him against her. Charles groaned in her mouth as their bodies were pressed together, she felt his hard dick through his boxers. He moved his hips, grinding against her bare pussy and he teased her with enough pressure to make her squirm, but not enough to satisfy the burning desire between them. He stopped grinding, and gently pushed a finger inside of her. She gasped and moaned, urging him to continue. He happily obliged. He added a second finger in preparation, and the sound of her moans and groans was music to his ears.

"Tell me what you want," he told her. He was panting, and he could barely hold himself back.

"You," she answered, her voice soft but clear. "I want you, Charles."

Charles let out a chuckle, satisfied that she said that. "I want you too."

He quickly pushed down his underwear, his body was fully exposed to her. Then, he reached behind her, unclasping her bra, and he tossed it aside. For a moment, he paused. He wanted to remember this moment and he took in the sight of Matilde, she was trembling beneath him and looking up at him with lustful eyes.

"Condom," she remembered, and she looked at the nightstand. "I have one in my bag."

Charles nodded, reached into the purse and grabbed a condom. He opened the package and put it on. With a careful tenderness that made her heart swell, he positioned himself at her entrance. He kissed her softly, his forehead resting against hers as he pushed into her, slowly, allowing her to adjust to him. She gasped at the sensation, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Matil..." He couldn't finish saying her name of the sensation he was feeling. "You feel so good," he breathed a few seconds later, and he stilled for a moment.

"Don't stop," she begged.

She tightened her grip around his waist again, urging him to move. He began to thrust, slow and deep, and his pace was steady, but each stroke ignited more desire. She arched her back, and he aimed for another angle, which resulted in more moans. She could feel the pressure building, her toes curled, and she knew she was close. Her nails scratched his back, and she lifted her hips to help him. Every movement, every sound and every touch was electric, their bodies were in perfect sync as they lost themselves in each other. Based on her breathing and her moans, he knew she was close to orgasm. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. She felt the pressure building, and she was close to her release. She cried out his name, her body trembling beneath him.

"Charles, I'm close," she gasped.

"Come for me," he whispered in her ear, and he kissed her again.

She felt his hand move, and a second later, he massaged her clitoris to help her come. All of that together shattered her; her climax was washing over her in waves. Her body was clenching around him as she moaned his name. He was in awe, and it brought him over the edge. He moaned her name as well, and he placed her forehead against hers. Their bodies were shaking in the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. They stayed like that for some time, tangled in each other, breathing heavily and unevenly. Charles kissed her face softly before pulling out and rolling to the side. He grabbed her hand, and he grinned at her with a smile. She smiled as well, and she snuggled into his side. Her heart was still racing. Neither spoke for a while, and neither did they need to. The silence between them was comfortable, warm and pleasant.

Finally, Charles broke the silence, his voice a soft murmur. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

The corners of her mouth curled up. "Yeah. Me too."

Next chapter

Taglist: @itsjustkhaos @crashingwavesofeuphoria @maryvibess @ironmaiden1313 @blodwyn4u @sltwins @heart-trees @npcmia @llando4norris

[cyanide-latte]

Profile: Wei Renqiao

Art by @rocky-road-art (left) and @ramshacklerumble (right)

Disclaimer: I chose the name Bàoyìng for his hometown based on my recollection of the concept of moral and cosmic reciprocity. I've since been informed there is an actual province called Baoying in real-world China, which I somehow missed in my research! My apologies for any confusion I've caused in the process, that was not my intention, I was lacking information. His hometown isn't meant to be a 1:1 mirror parallel for the real-life province.

Species: Human

Gender and pronouns: Demiboy, he/him & they/them

NRC Dorm: Ignihyde (sophomore)

Unique Magic: "Revenant Warlord" - when active, allows Wei Renqiao to revive from most fatal wounds and injuries with rapid regeneration that drives a vicious fight response; when dormant, still has faster healing than the average human, and the side effect of of semi-imperviousness to drastic temperatures, especially freezing temps

Career/Future: The third chanyu of his hometown of Bàoyìng alongside his cousin and their uncle, (currently, though he doesn't wish to stay in a leadership position.) Biomed technology development and disability aid development for their people as a chanyu. Post-NRC, he goes into S.T.Y.X. protocol, safety and weapons development and eventually becomes a co-director of S.T.Y.X.

Birthday: January 31st (Aquarius)

Floyd nickname: Orca

Rook nickname: Grande Génie

Twisted from: Shan Yu (Mulan, 1998)

Additional notes:

Allows family and close friends only to use the nickname "Ren".

Driven by and passionate about his desire to improve disability aids. This is a constant focus of his due to the eye conditions that tend to crop up in his family, and is one of the original reasons he has for attending NRC.

His other major reason for attending NRC was hearing the news Idia Shroud would be attending, and he insisted it was that or nothing, determined to eventually work alongside Idia to personally drive himself to improve his own tech.

Untreated ADHD, and he's completely unaware of it. As far as he's concerned, he's normal.

Introvert who doesn't understand how he keeps acquiring more friends. That said, he never tells someone when they become his friend, he just starts showing up as your Scary Dog Privilege.

Keeps to himself and his people, who see the gentle side of him more regularly. (It's easy to forget he chooses to be gentle.) Otherwise he seems quiet and mild-mannered, but woe to anyone who challenges him to a fight.

Fuckoff tall with muscle mass to boot. He's 6'5" (or, ~198cm tall) when he starts attending NRC, and is 6'8" (207cm) by the time he graduates. People are often confused that he's not in Savanaclaw due to his sheer size.

Overblots during a return trip home over winter break, in Book 4 of the game.

Shipped romantically with Idia Shroud (eventually,) and is queerplatonic partners with Riddle Rosehearts. (He's grayromantic and polyamorous, so there's a chance he might end up with more partners but that remains to be seen.)

(another reminder to self to insert links later)

Taglist: @elenauaurs @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble @tixdixl @winterweary

@distant-velleity @rainesol @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @twst-migraine

@jovieinramshackle @the-trinket-witch @treydia (DM me if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist for my TWST OCs stuff)

[starsandsunkissed]

My Fics (Harry Potter)

Cleaved (AO3 links to the series, Cleaved II is currently in-progress)

Genre: Friendship/Adventure

AO3 link | FFN link

Series Summary: By all rights, the story of Holly Potter and Alex Kann should have ended when they parted ways at age 11. Their destinies lay in different worlds: witch and Muggle; magic and science; Scotland and London. Then Alex came up with the idea of selling potions to Muggles. Their waning bond is revived, but can it last while running a nascent illegal business, the challenges of school and new relationships? Fem!Harry, Time-shifted AU, Pre-Hogwarts, Years 2-4.

Cleaved II Summary:

After a death-defying end to her second year at Hogwarts, Holly returns to find an increasingly distant Alex, the chasm between Muggle and Witch becoming ever greater despite her efforts.

On her return to school, Holly attempts to hold on to her waning friendship. Pulling this off will take all her effort, however, with everything else going on. Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban. Eternal Elixirs becomes ever popular with the Muggle world. And why does Hermione seem to vanish at random? Time-shifted AU, Year 3

✨More details ✨

Set in an AU that's moved closer to the present, Fem!Harry makes a friend at the age of seven. This Muggle friend has a Squib mother and she learns magic and the Wizarding world sooner than canon. The family has secrets of their own that she's not privy to, and it's all about Holly and Alex trying to maintain their unlikely friendship while running a "potions for Muggles" business.

This fic was inspired by a number of ideas: ones where wizards secretly sell magical items to Muggles, Harry/Muggle OC fics (and the lack of Fem!Harry/Muggle fics), Squib/Squib discrimination fics a la The Second String, fics where a witch or wizard (Muggle-born or half-blood) befriend Muggles in childhood, but instead of bailing on them at 11, they're let in on the secret, and a few more to be revealed. Starts the summer after 2nd year with flashbacks to pre-Hogwarts events.

Also inspired in part by: A Wizard's Guide to 'Banking', What E'er Therein is Promised by Deeble (formerly on Ashwinder), The (incomplete) Roman Holiday trilogy by Anna (Mainly Jewel of the Nile and Last Tango in Paris - formerly on witchfics).

💫Other Harry Potter long fics (all rated T)💫:

A Date With Destiny

Genre: Angst/Adventure

AO3 | FFN

Summary: After awakening from a magical coma to discover his best friends now dating, Ronald Weasley sets out to forge his own path, discovering who he is by discovering who he isn't. Ron-centric fic, starts HHr, final pairings undecided.

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A Grangerous Adventure

AO3 | FFN

Genre: Parody/Romance

Summary: Even when you're the brightest witch of your age like Hermione, some things are beyond your control. Keeping Harry alive and away from the Weasleys while maintaining her Prefect status is no easy task, and that's before a certain Weasley starts sneaking around with a Slytherin… Crack/Parody, H/Hr pairing. 5th-year subplot.

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Tale of a Weasley Tail 🧜

Genre: Action/Adventure

AO3 only

Summary: After the events of Ron’s second year, the Weasleys go to Australia instead of Egypt. When a series of events leave Ron alone on Mako Island, and his only way out is through a shimmering pool on a full moon night, well…

He always wanted to stand out, didn’t he?

Merman!Ron, AU after second year. Fusion with H2O: Just Add Water. Slow updates.

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Harry Potter ONE-SHOTS:

The Only Normal One:

Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number Four Privet Drive were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

That’s what Mr Vernon Dursley had thought.

Vernon Dursley's thoughts after a worldwide alien invasion where he realizes that he's the only perfectly normal one. Set in the Cleaved Universe. ONE-SHOT.

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(Not) According to Plan:

After Voldemort is defeated the summer before their 6th year, Hermione believes she and Harry will be together for life…but this wasn't quite what she had in mind.

A Harmony fic that subverts and deconstructs the standard tropes associated with the pairing. Not for hardcore shippers.

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Birthday Gifts:

Holly gets Ron a present for his fourteenth birthday. Set in the 'Cleaved' universe. Fem!Harry/Ron.

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Changes:

The thoughts of an old wizard in a changing world. ONE-SHOT. AU. OCs. Fem!Harry

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Teleportation Technology:

A short conversation between a Wizard bartender and Muggle patron. Has a few clichés. Set Post-Epilogue. OCs. ONE-SHOT

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Broken:

AU HBP. In where Ron decides his dignity is more important than a date with Hermione. A short one-shot based off a Reddit comment by Bleepbloopbotz2, and a post by jakky567.

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[explosionshark]

“don’t remember there being any hounds around here” + lilbea :0?

Need you to know this was probably my favorite One Of These I got in this game

After much consideration I think I would have this one be like. My total autopsy (+ perhaps revival?) of the entire Bea/Lilith relationship featuring my most self-indulgent HCs

I'd be inventing a lot. Much of the concept would be predicted on Bea and Lilith knowing each other before the OCS. Given their families backgrounds being implied to be similar and the way their values are aligned, I think this is an easy idea to sell.

They know each other vaguely via their families but they really connect in high school - Bea was inauspiciously transferred in the middle of the year from a different school. There's rumors that she was going to be expelled for breaking a morality clause. (Aka she got caught dyking it up). These rumors as far as Lilith is concerned - and she's intense and basically friendless anyway, so her mother's suggestion of taking Beatrice as a roommate as a favor to her family is mildly inconvenient at first but no great hardship.

It's through Lilith and her chosen path to the OCS that Beatrice decides to also pursue that role. Together they clique up hard, socializing mostly with each other and training intensely. What's key here is that Lilith becomes deeply enmeshed in a homoerotic friendship that she absolutely DOES NOT realize is homoerotic. It is an intense but perfectly normal straight friendship and honestly it's a relief because not only is Bea the first person to really not seem to resent Lilith's competitiveness and social rough edges and they challenge each other and they're accomplishing goals together!

They have probably one single conversation eventually about Bea being a lesbian but Lilith plays it all wrong. Not that she's a jerk on purpose but y'know - isn't a relief that that doesn't even matter? They both decided they're going to be nuns and join the OCS together so whatever Bea's sexual preferences are is irrelevant. Vow of chastity and all that. None of it will matter when Lilith is Warrior Nun and Bea is there at her side and they're fighting demons together.

(Lilith obviously has a devastating but unacknowledged crush on Bea, but the reverse is not necessarily true. Beatrice is so deep in the throes of shame and repression that she's strangled every tiny flicker of attraction to Lilith she's ever felt)

Smash cut to now they're in the OCS and there's already a strain on the relationship. Lilith is no longer literally the only person who is friends with Bea. She's well-liked and competent and not abrasive like Lilith is. Lilith is, of course, Not Normal about this.

Mary and Shannon in the mix dilute/balance out some of the tension for a time. And then Shannon gets the Halo and Lilith crashes out and alienates herself.

Canon fills in a little more from here. Lilith isolates, Shannon is eventually betrayed and killed, Lilith loses the Halo again because Ava shows up. Lilith dies. Lilith comes back. Bea fucks off to Switzerland. Lilith isolates and goes evil. Ava fucks off through the portal.

Definitely overlapping with my OT3 fic with @nataliving from this point on but I'm interested in what happens with Bea and Lilith after the end of s2. They saw each other through such significant moments, even when they were in opposition to each other. They both went through parallel journeys that ended with them leaving the OCS to pursue something else for themselves. I'd want some relationship study from that point. And also maybe to finally have them makeout in some capacity.

Anyway. Yeah, that's what I'd do lmao

[mathycelestine]

໒ ྀི>֯ . <ྀི֯ ̥ ︣ა SE OC INTRO...

⠀⠀⠀⠀៹ 𔘓 CELESTE ! ꞌꞋ ࣪

(( open for rp ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა — tbe !! )) ((og handler @vizkaiknee))

──★ ˙ INFO. 🧷 ̟ !!

Matilda Celestine "Celeste" Nocturne is a two-star meister at Death Weapon Meister Academy and a former member of Spartoi. Not only is she the sole survivor and matriarch of the Familia Nocturne, she is also the successor of her ancestor, Contus' greatest ability, Amorphous Physiology, and her shadow, Thing.

Ever since her arrival at Death City and her integration into the DWMA, Celeste Nocturne is depicted as calm, composed, and highly disciplined. She carries an ethereal presence that sets her apart from the other students, embodying a certain grace and poise that often makes her seem aloof. However, beneath this surface lies a deep sense of responsibility tied to her family’s blood magic and the heavy burden she carries for the actions of her clan. In her earliest days at DWMA, Celeste was known for her quiet nature and stoic demeanor, rarely letting her emotions show. This often led her peers to misunderstand her as cold or detached. Despite her elegance, she carries a strong sense of justice and is fiercely protective of her teammates. Though she rarely outwardly displays affection, she is deeply loyal and always acts with the well-being of her friends in mind.

Before joining the DWMA, Celeste struggled with the expectations placed on her by her family’s legacy, leaving her feeling isolated and misunderstood. She was often burdened by guilt for the sins of her bloodline, but over time, she developed a strong sense of personal purpose: to atone for those sins by fighting evil and collecting the souls she was assigned. Despite her stoicism, Celeste is fully capable of feeling and expressing emotion—she simply chooses to keep her emotions in check, knowing that losing control could be dangerous for herself and others. She is particularly vulnerable when it comes to loyalty and trust, as she fears betrayal and loss. Nonetheless, she continues to fight to protect those she cares for, even at great personal cost, always striving to fulfill her duty and stand strong, no matter the challenges ahead.

──★ ˙ BG. 🧷 ̟ !!

Celeste hails from the ancient and tragic Nocturne family, a powerful blood magic lineage often mistaken for witches. She is the sole survivor of her clan, who were massacred by madness (madness-induced conflict) when she was only 6 years old.

The DWMA took her under their watch and cared for her. She was trained to wield a weapon when she was 10. Then, when was officially enrolled in DWMA, she was given the mission/penance of collecting 30,000 souls (of any kind).

──★ ˙ POWERS 🧷 ̟ !!

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Blood Manipulation/Weaponization

As a Nocturne, Celeste's main ability is to be able to manipulate her own blood and wield it as she wants. Most of the time

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Wavelength Control

Celeste is a Meister, therefore she has the ability to controlher own wavelength. She can only maximize her wavelength and the only way to minimize it is through fatigue/passing out.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Madness Wavelength

Inherited from Lord Death after getting her soul "cleansed" from Arachne's brainwashing.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Amorphous Physiology

Inherited from her ancestor, Conatus, a shapeshifting witch. Celeste learned to freely shift her mass into various weapons and appendages after being trained by Mosquito. In the Salavage Arc (while she was brainwashed), she takes full advantage of her shapeshifting abilities in battle, where she prefers to morph into the forms of Maka Albarn, Black Star and Death The Kid (and their weapons), since they are the three people she has memorized the most. Celeste can also mimic anyone's voice, and is capable of talking normally as the person she appears as.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Ability to Control 'Thing'

Celeste inherited Conatus’s shadow, Thing, which has become her steadfast companion and a key to maintaining her emotional control. To revive Thing, she exchanged her right eye. Thing grants Celeste remarkable abilities: it can detect souls and break through a witch’s Soul Protect.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Soul Conduct

Celeste is both a weapon and a meister. When Celeste equips a demon weapon, the demon weapons she handles transforms into her preferred design. Additionally, when the demon weapons are inside their spiritual consciousness, they are covered with a mask and cannot directly interact with Celeste, mostly causing Celeste to be reckless.

SOUL CONDUCT USERS (?) :

1. SOUL EVANS

2. ELIZABETH THOMPSON

3. PATRICIA THOMPSON

──★ ˙ WEAKNESS 🧷 ̟ !!

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Over-reliance on Blood Magic

While her blood magic allows her to forge weapons and enhance her resonance, it drains her stamina rapidly, especially in prolonged battles. Overusing it can lead to dizziness, blood loss, or even collapse.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Reckless Fighting Style

Her intense drive for redemption often pushes her to fight beyond her physical and mental limits, making her vulnerable to counterattacks or exhaustion. She’s prone to ignoring injuries.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Weakness to Madness

Her bloodline’s connection to ancient witchcraft leaves her more susceptible to madness than most Meisters. Prolonged exposure to corrupted souls or madness-inducing environments can destabilize her, causing confusion or violent outbursts.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Vulnerability to Disruption

If someone targets her mental state (e.g., illusions, psychological attacks), she can be thrown off balance due to her fragile emotional core—especially if it involves her past or the sins of her family.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Guilt and Self-Loathing

She blames herself for the massacre of her family and the legacy of their dark arts, even though she was not directly responsible. This guilt drives her to overextend herself and makes her hesitant to fully trust others.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Difficulty with Connection

Her dual role as both weapon and Meister—and the masks on the weapon souls—makes it hard for her to truly connect with others. She struggles to let people in, fearing that her presence will bring them pain.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Fear of Losing Control

Her experience being brainwashed by Arachne left her terrified of losing herself again. She secretly fears that her blood magic might overpower her will one day, turning her into the monster she once fought against.

──★ ˙ ## SEIZE BABA YAGA'S CASTLE ARC🧷 ̟ !!

──★ ˙ ## SALVAGE ARC 🧷 ̟ !!

[melody-loka]

Six Songs Soundtrack - Yvonne Mercar

@pixiedurango tagged me for this challenge and I am super excited to participate in this type of challenge for the first time >w< and as I have a playlist for my Rook -Yvonne Mercar- I am super happy to share some with you!

Rules: make a post with links to music and/or lyrics describing six things/events about your OC/story.

A song describing Yvonne's escape from her native home. When she and her brother manage to leave the palace, they are waited for by Templars. Her brother (Caellum) orders her to flee while he uses magic to slow down the Templars. Yvonne starts running until she falls due to an explosion. Her brother is on the ground and not moving, as are most of the Templars. Seeing that some of them are still standing, she gets up and starts running again, only stopping hours later under the weight of her exhaustion.

Not a song with lyrics but still Perfection from Black Swan (or the Swan Lake Finale both works (it's the same music after all)) fit Yvonne really well and how tragic she feel when she use blood magic. She loves to dance (mostly to classical music), and when she was a teenager, after running away and ending up with the Mercars, she learnt to swing her magic to the rhythm of classical music and dance. So when she uses magic, it looks like she's dancing.

At the end of her own personal quest, Yvonne use a spell she made herself (It's more like she tried to change a blood magic spell into a basic magic spell) but it didn't worked like she hoped and found herself with her left arm burned. She will "die" soon after (and getting revived by Solas afterward).

Lucanis taking care of Yvonne after the whole accident that is the end of her personal quest. Just showing how much he love her and how much she means to him.

The whole song represent the fade prison, grieving Lace, Neve (she was unsure if they were going to find her dead or alive), Varric and also Lucanis (she believed in the lie of Solas that Lucanis was dead). Still she manage to go forward because she still need to save the world

This is the ending of the beginning And I've got my fingers pressed up tight against your back ... And I love you I'll always love I'll always love you just like this And I love you I'll always love you I'll always love you just like this

After weeks of believing that he had lost Yvonne again, and this time forever, Lucanis is reassured to have her in his arms, against him, after spending a night reminding each other that they are alive.

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I invite to play (and with no pressure to do it): @loustica-lucia and @ladyofc. Of course anyone who want to participate can participate >w<

[mysticstarlightduck]

Villain Sneak Peek (Supernova Initiative) - The Director

Oh, I had been waiting for this one! So, without further ado, meet one of the main antagonists of Supernova Initiative, the head of the Junction's science department, a renowned politician and incredibly sadistic bioengineer, The Director.

☆・・Aesthetic/Moodboard ・・☆

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

An egotistical, sadistic, and cold-hearted scientist, The Director, otherwise known as Dr. Darius Merrik, is the celebrated head of the Junction's science and bioengineering department but also is one of the most important figureheads of the galactic government and a billionaire beloved by the media and the public. However, behind that philantrophic facade, lies a cruel, brutal man willing to go to inhuman lengths to get what he wants in the name of progress, and who does indeed love a good challenge, even if said challenge means playing a game of cat-and-mouse with the unlucky young intergalactic thief that got caught in his web.

☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/Him

Age - 56

Current Role - Antagonist, one of the Main Villains

Appearance - Darius is a tall, imposing man who is disturbingly strong for someone who spends most of his days closed off in his secret lab. He has short to medium-length grey-white hair and sharp blue eyes, as well as an often feline-like smirk that Jack is viscerally terrified/disturbed by. He wears stylish yet practical clothes, often opting for an impeccable, stark white suit over a coal-black turtle neck shirt, with white pants, and white shoes.

Picrew

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 3w4

✶ MBTI: INTJ

Occupation: Billionaire, Politician, Scientist, Head of the Junction's Science Department, Torturer (secretly)

Species & Place of Birth: Human; Station Nexus

Sexuality: Unknown, but likely (from what little information is known about the 'real him') straight or bisexual.

☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist (A full Character Playlist is still To Be Made)

Birth To My Creation - Frankenstein, The Musical

Within the flesh a force resides If it could only be controlled If sleeping sparks could somehow be revived Think of the awe-inspiring power we would hold [...] I could spare the world the anguish Of loved ones taken in their prime The glory of a brave new world Will someday soon be mine [...] My endless days of study and toil Are finally near fruition The world will be forever changed By history's physician

The King of Villains/When I Said I Was Evil - Voltaire

When I said I was evil What did you think that meant? Didn't mean that I was naughty Or haughty Or slightly irreverent; When I said I was evil What did you think that implied? That I'm careless with the truth? How uncouth Dear God, did you think I lied?! [...] When you're truly evil It's so much fun It's kind of like a game Where some get maimed While you look out for number one

Confrontation - Les Miserables

You must think me mad I've hunted you across the years Men like you can never change A man such as you Men like me can never change My duty's to the law, you have no rights Now the wheel has turned around [...] Dare you talk to me of crime And the price you had to pay Every man is born in sin

A Story Told - Count Of Monte Cristo (Musical)

There are ends we've all got That can justify the means We negotiate Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes Keeping all the details vague And secrets hidden Safe on the balanced sheet of those you trust Because, history is a story told by the winners of the fightYou imply a little Lie a little [...] So we all are agreed Let's be vigilant and wise We must all pretend our naive friend was caught in his own lies [...] What if the cost is just one young man so three more can survive? He's a price we have to pay To live and fight another day for love and glory He was standing in the way of precious justice set on sail So goes the story

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: the director #oc: darius merrik

Supernova Initiative Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@elshells, @thecomfywriter

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[ask-ivo-novak]

Hello! Welcome to the blog!

Owner: @azmstea

If you are wondering, this is an original character I created called Ivo Novak from The Henry Stickmin Collection, and this blog follows his story as a toppat member to an ex-toppat. My plan here is create a fun ask-blog with a plot to revive the spirit of these type of contents that were common to happen when the THSC fandom was more active!✨️

The blog is half lore and half ask-blog, and your asks will help know Ivo better and other characters around him.

Now, for some context about the story!

★What is Ivo's role in the Toppat Clan?

Answer: He works as a bodyguard, airship pilot and records management.

★Any basic info about him?

Answer: Ivo is a 26 years old man that works for the Toppat Clan since he was in his early 20's. At the beginning, he's a proud person of his work, always looking for new ways to help the clan and extremely loyal. However, he can be impulsive and reckless, but he is self aware of it and is trying to be as careful as possible to not ruin his image as a toppat member.

★Where does the story start from?

Answer: When Terrence Suave was the leader of the toppat clan, before Reginald's leadership. Ivo used to work as his bodyguard.

★Is anyone aware about the timelines?

Answer: Only Henry is aware, but no one else is, not even Ivo. You can ask about these things for Henry when he is open for questions, but don't expect a lot of in depth answers.

★Which Timeline is this blog taking place?

Answer: The main plot happens in the Government Supported Private Investigator rank, since Ivo's plot slightly changes depending of each Infiltrating the Airship ending. However, depending of the audience's opinion, I can also bring up these other ranks as a bonus thing.

★Will characters like Henry, Ellie and Charles appear?

Answer: Yes, but a bit later in the plot. I want to focus on exploring the toppat clan.

★Will any ship appear in this ask blog?

Answer: I created Ivo to shipp him with Charles since he is my comfort character, but that will only happen more in the future.

Now, let's go to the rules:

- Asks are like voices in the characters' heads, so I suggest avoiding questions about touching;

- Keep the asks on topic;

- Anon magic is allowed mostly for funny things, but certain moments will be allowed to use it to help Ivo escape or confront certain challenges, but don't be OP with it, keep it realistic to the game's logic;

- I personally don't mind swear words, but try to not over exaggerate with them;

- The blog is not an RP, so don't expect me to insert other ocs here;

- have fun!!!✨️

The main point of this blog is be a fun way to create conflicts, interactions and fun amkng the characters with my oc and bring back the ask blogs that used to happen around 2020-2021 in the Henry Stickmin fandom. Since some people already liked Ivo, I decided to expand his concept further✨️

So remember, this is all for fun purposes! Have fun with the asks and be creative!

[irish-brawler]

IRISH WHISKEY - INFO AND HEADCANONS

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Irish Whiskey - A self-insert x canon pairing between Aofie Mclaughlin and Erron Black.

The ship started in late 2020, and continued on until 2022. After 3 years, it has made its revival in 2025.

Please respect this ship if you stumble across it and respect the non-sharing aspect, thank you.

Ask for the template if you are interested, as I am the creator of it.

You are allowed to like the same character as me!! Doubles can interact!! I just won't interact with your stuff because I do not want to see it/gen/vlh/nm

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Information:

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

✧*̥˚ Image(s):

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

✧*̥˚ Ship Name: Irish Whiskey

✧*̥˚ Paired Characters: Aofie Mclaughlin + Erron Black

✧*̥˚ Emoji Combo: 🍀👢

✧*̥˚ Sona, Self-Insert, or Oc?: Self-Insert

✧*̥˚ Stance on sharing?: Non-Sharing

✧*̥˚ Type of Relationship: Romantic

✧*̥˚ Relationship status: Married 💍

✧*̥˚ Fandom: Mortal Kombat

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

✧*̥˚ How long have they been together?: 5 years

✧*̥˚ What is their relationship dynamic?: slow burn ♡

✧*̥˚ How did they meet?: Kotal Kahn's army

✧*̥˚ Extra Details / Fun Facts:

Aofie has a bad irish temper, she likes close kombat while Erron uses range

Despite Aofie's demon genes, Erron still loves her. He's there for the thrill

Aofie drinks only when Erron drinks. They like doing things together

Due to Erron's job as a bounty hunter, Aofie doesn't see him a lot during the day

They are deeply in love and are in the talks about kids [the 3 kids that exist from 2020 - 2021 might get redesigns, I haven't thought it out yet]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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HEADCANONS

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Aofie is good with cooking on the stove and oven, Erron is good on the grill

Erron sometimes takes Aofie horseback riding whenever they both have the freetime to do so

Aofie gets into more fights then Erron does. Her temper is bad and she'll fight anyone who speaks bad about her cowboy

Aofie likes celebrating holidays with Erron, and she'll get them matching outfits for any occasion

Erron is trying to teach her how to play horseshoes, Aofie keeps accidentally hitting the neighbors </3

When they sleep together, they're always cuddling in some way. Spooning is their favorite, and they swap everytime with being big spoon and little spoon

Aofie sometimes steals Erron's clothing and lounges around the house. She likes to sit around in boxers and a button up shirt

Erron likes to challenge Aofie with drinking games...he always loses but he likes the competition anyway

They both tend to each other's injuries after tournaments or training sessions. Aofie always insists to take care of Erron first

Aofie likes to hum lullabies to Erron whenever he feels under the weather. It makes him rest easier

Erron occasionally has to pull her out of a fight with Kano or another kombatant due to shittalk

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[orphanheirs]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag, @transthadymacdermot!!

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

The characters. They existed as deviantart ocs that I used to roleplay with in chatrooms before any semblance of a story existed. This was back in high school.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I'll give a few examples here because there's a lot of songs I think fit the vibe of the story (I have a 4-hour long playlist of "soundtrack" songs)! All of these are based on pure vibes, not necessarily lyrics. For a TV show, I think a folk revival type song like "Over Again" by Stick in the Wheel or "Cannily Cannily" by Maddy Prior and Tim Hart would be sick. If it was a short instrumental intro song, an eerie tune like "More Bones to Sort" from the OTGW soundtrack or this song would work well. To get more general Rasputina is an artist whose overall sound is something that would work great for the story. If you don't know them they're a band that makes rock music with cellos and is very weird and goth about it.

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I love them all, but right now I have to admit my favorite is Tristan. It's definitely partially because he's the most developed right now, but also because he's the reason I revived the story after dropping it almost 10 years ago. I remembered him and thought he had potential and fell in love with him all over again. Coming up with ideas for his arc and his backstory got me excited for the overarching story again, and I changed him from a side character to a main character. I have a lot of fun with his personality and I relate to him a lot on a personal level.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow, Over the Garden Wall, Labyrinth, possibly Interview with the Vampire? and people who grew up with things like Hocus Pocus and A Series of Unfortunate Events. Maybe fans of Neil Gaiman? It's kind of hard to say though; I have no idea how the story would be marketed because it's..pretty weird lol.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Not sure what the biggest of them all is, but my big three I guess would be plotting, research, and actually writing. I feel like I'm hitting my head on a wall when I try to outline story beats or whatever, so I think I'll just have to fly by the seat of my pants and plot as I go. Research also feels like a hurdle I need to get past because I want to base the story itself on actual mythology and folklore, and root the "real-world" parts of the story in the real historic regency period. Right now I know enough to share fun facts in a conversation, but in reality I don't know shit. I have a lot of work to do in that regard. Actually writing has been a challenge due to a combination of annoying factors including having very little free time in my life, executive dysfunction, and being? scared? of writing? because what if it comes out bad? Which I know is silly but it blocks me from writing a lot of the time nevertheless.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Right now I'm thinking Crispin has a pet bat named Sparrow. Crispin named the bat Sparrow because he literally thought it was a sparrow, that being the only flying creature he knew of at the time. Now he knows better, but Sparrow is still Sparrow. I haven't thought much about it, but I think Crispin's keeping of a pet is one of the things that indicates he's different from his family/species, i.e. he experiences empathy and longs for companionship. The demon Tristan summons can shapeshift, and takes the form of many different creatures throughout the story.

How do your characters travel/get around?

Considering the time period, the options are limited. There's a lot of walking in this story, but also getting from place to place by carriage or cart. There's likely to be some horseback riding as well. In terms of the supernatural, Crispin can "teleport" himself from point A to point B using magic--but not very far. I still need to figure out the specifics of that though. Tristan is greatly aided in getting around by the demon he summoned, who transforms into a flying black steed Tristan can ride on.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Right now I'm bouncing around and writing snippets of scenes that come to mind/interest me most. I'm considering everything experimental at the moment, and not committing to anything actually being in the final novel. This is helping me get over my fear of writing, and I like it because sometimes I end up liking what I write more than I thought I would. I also *might* write the story in novella form first, try out some things with that, learn from it, and then expand and/or rewrite it as a full novel. Other than that I'm researching and brainstorming and drawing (which is part of my process)!

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

Hmmm I think the fact it's a dark fantasy/horror story and the fact it's set in the regency period will attract people. The regency period and fantasy are both really popular right now (as far as I can tell). Also the fact that it has found family, which seems to be a popular trope. The fact it has queer characters might be appealing too. Other draws might be the Halloween aspect, and the deal with the devil trope. And if anyone likes enemies to friends and twist villains. There's also heavy use of gothic tropes and subverting them/combining them with folk horror tropes. Regency media (cough cough Jane Austen) tropes will also go under the knife of subversion.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

I hope to make it a published novel! Ideally traditionally published, but who knows if that'll happen lol. I also want the book to be illustrated, and to illustrate it myself. Besides that, I'd love to do some comics featuring the characters and maybe even short animations. (She said as if she had endless free time...)

Tagging: @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @finchmomentwrites, and @kaylinalexanderbooks !

[pantheraqueen]

LMK Fandom, we are sleeping on the majeficent beauty of the Demon Bull Family version of the Ithica saga. Just imagine it.

Set it during the time where DBK is trapped under the mountain. PIF is being hounded by suitor, so she issues the challenge to them. Whoever can lift Monkey King's staff will become the leader of the Demon Bull Family. (Or have her issue another challenge, I was just working with the idea of Penelope intending the suitors to fail). Red Son slips away at this stage and there's a bit after the song where he's making plans to lift the staff. For added effect place images of the suitors trying and failing over this.

Then hold them down, the challenge has been issued and the suitors have all failed. I don't know who would be Antinous in this version. Probably just an oc. Anyway, my thought is the suitor's leader starts singing and in the background Macaque is sneaking around behind him riling up the other suitors.

I'm not sure when he was revived, but it's pure fanservice to me, so I'm going to keep it.

Then about halfway through the song when everyone is getting drunk and rowdy, Red sneaks in. Mac sees him and causes a diverson leading into the final verse.

Red manages to lift the staff like in season one and DBK throws off the mountain. It lands on Red and knocks him out. (Just to get Odysseus in there instead of going directly to I can't help but wonder.)

Mac leaves to PIF. She looks at him and he nods. She smiles and set down her cup of tea. Her husband is back.

Odyssious time, DBK kills all the suitors. About half way through it, MK opens the door and it's that one meme with the guy holding pizza while everyone's fighting. He nervously says he's going to go. That's when Red wakes up and throws the mountain off him. It shatters and sends the staff to MK. It calls to him, so he picks it up.

Wukong as a small creature of sorts urges him to leave and he does.

Suitors are dealt with and now's where Look how much you've grown goes. Red says Father and DBK turns to him. They go through the song, so happy that there together again. Then DBK sends Red away and Wukong appears as Athena. (This is why Legendary wouldn't work. Though I do think it'd be a good choice for Red Son. Just not in this one)

Wukong tries to apologize, but DBK doesn't let him. It's been too long and he's betrayed too much of his trust. DBK only asks that he leaves telling him that if it was any other time he wouldn't be so merciful, but he has someone has to see. Wukong leaves and Red Son annouces that PIF will see him.

DBK goes to her. It plays out like it does in the song. DBK wonders if it's been too long and PIF requests (Something you determine). DBK refuses because it's a symbol of their love together. PIF answers that it hasn't been long enough for him to forget, so it hasn't been long enough for her to forget. They kiss.

Was all this just a desperate hope that someone will finally make a version of I can't help but wonder with DBK and Red Son? Absolutely. Can I draw? Not at all.

Hope you enjoyed my rambles.

[uniquexusposts]

Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 43/45 Word count: 2375 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

Previous chapter

Chapter 41. Hygge

The high-pitched tone of the alarm shattered the stillness of the early morning. Matilde stirred under the covers, groaning softly as the noise dragged her from her warm sleep cocoon. Her hand shot out instinctively, searching for her phone to silence the offending sound, but it wasn't her phone making the noise.

She sighed and pulled the covers over her head. It was way too early to wake up.

The alarm cut off abruptly, leaving an oppressive silence behind. She heard and felt someone move beside her, but she let that be. After a few seconds, she drifted off again, only to be greeted by another alarm a couple of minutes later. The second alarm blared through the room, more insistent and shrill than the first.

Matilde groaned louder this time, her hand clutching the duvet tighter as if it could shield her from the merciless assault. "Charles," she grumbled, her voice hoarse with sleep. "Why do you need two alarms? Are you trying to kill me?"

A soft chuckle came from beside her, followed by the sound of sheets rustling. Charles reached over, silencing the second alarm with a practiced tap on his phone. "Sorry," he whispered. "I forgot I set two alarms. The first one's to wake up, the second's to make sure I actually get out of bed."

Matilde didn't respond. She simply let out a muffled whimper and curled into herself under the duvet.

"Come on, Mat," he said, gently tugging at the corner of the blanket. This was the first time he saw a grumpy morning person in Matilde. But perhaps it was because of the lack of sleep. "You need to get up, too."

"I don't care," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Then she removed the covers from her face, looking at him with squinted eyes. "Morning," she mumbled.

"Good morning." His smile widened as he watched Matilde's groggy expression slowly shift into something resembling awareness. She squinted at him, her messy hair falling over her face, and he couldn't help but laugh softly.

"What's so funny?" she mumbled, her voice muffled as she turned her face into the pillow.

"You," he teased, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek. "You're not exactly a morning person, are you?"

"Not when someone sets a thousand alarms," she grumbled, though there was no real bite in her tone. "What's your problem? Do you have stock in alarm companies or something?"

Charles laughed, his warm breath fanning over her skin as he leaned closer. "Maybe I just wanted to spend more time with you this morning."

Matilde peeked one eye open at him, her lips twitching into a faint smile despite her best efforts to stay grumpy. "Smooth," she muttered, but she shifted closer, resting her head on his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her, his hand trailing lazily up and down her back. "See? Not so bad being awake, is it?"

"Debatable," she mumbled, her voice already sounding drowsy again.

They stayed like that for a while, the world outside their little bubble forgotten. The steady rhythm of Charles's breathing, the warmth of his hand on her back, and the softness of the moment made it hard to care about anything else.

Eventually, Matilde tilted her head up to look at him, her sleepy gaze meeting his. "You know," she said, her voice low, "if you want me to get up, this isn't helping."

"Then, let's get up," he said, which made her nod. He planted a kiss on her hair. "Ready for today?" They both got up and stepped out of bed.

"No," she honestly shared and made a bun in her hair. "Fuck, it's race day." The realisation hit her. "The last race of the season." A rush of nerves flushed through her veins.

"Uhu."

They gazed into each other's eyes, standing at the opposite sides of the bed, both not sure what to expect today. At the end of today, they were either World Champions or losers. It was now or never. A smile grew on Matilde's face, making Charles smile too, turning their smiles into a laugh. Neither could believe what was happening, what had happened.

"Alright, I will see you at the track," she finally said. "But, erm, no random glances or anything else, okay?"

His eyebrows raised; of course, he knew how to behave after last night.

"People observe, people know."

"Who?"

"Way too many than I would like," she replied, waving off the question. The way her words stumbled just slightly revealed more than she intended. "Just... keep everything to yourself, okay?"

Charles nodded, his smile softening as he took in her guarded expression. She was always composed, always ahead of the game, but here, in this quiet moment, she seemed just a little undone. "You don't have to worry about me," he said gently. "I know the stakes."

Her exhale was slow, her shoulders relaxing like she had just allowed herself a rare moment to trust someone else. "Good," she murmured, almost to herself.

But then, her walls came back up. "Don't be afraid," he said, his voice steady, trying to reach her through the barrier she had carefully constructed.

She hesitated, her eyes flicking to his before dropping to the floor. "Well," she admitted, her voice quieter now, "I'm afraid of falling in love, okay? You make me feel like I'm on top of the world, and that's a very long way to fall." She said it quickly, like ripping off a bandage, but her eyes betrayed the fear she carried; fear of what he made her feel, of how much she wanted to believe in it.

Charles didn't hesitate. He stepped toward her, his presence steady and grounding. Gently, he cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "It will be alright," he promised, his tone soft but resolute. "You've got this."

Then he kissed her.

Oh shit.

It wasn't hurried or desperate; it was deliberate and full of reassurance. A silent reminder that, no matter how high the fall, he would be there to catch her. The thought crashed through her mind as she melted into the kiss, the gravity of everything hitting her all at once.

She pulled back and rested her forehead against his.

"Good luck out there," he whispered confidently.

"You too. Just... Don't mess up." Quickly, she regretted her words. When being insecure, she would act so dickish. But she didn't mean it like that.

Charles smirked. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Luckily, he could accept it as he was on the same level as her. She stepped away from him and walked towards the door. He walked right behind her, letting her out. They shared one last look, and she left the room.

As she walked back to her room, the faint sound of her footsteps echoed down the quiet hallway. It was just then when she realised she could bump into someone, or that someone could see her leaving Charles' room. But luckily, none of that happened.

She felt the lingering warmth of Charles's touch on her face, the imprint of his kiss still fresh on her lips. But this time, instead of second-guessing herself or letting doubt creep in, she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. She also deserved happiness and love. She had no regrets about last night, no hesitation about what it meant. If anything, it made her more certain. Matilde wasn't just in control of her career or the people around her; she was in control of herself, her decisions, and how she faced the challenges ahead.

Reaching her room, she paused at the door, her fingers brushing against the handle. A small, confident smile tugged at her lips. She wasn't just Matilde Jørgensen, the team principal. She was the woman who had built something extraordinary in the world of motorsport, the one who had proven time and time again that she belonged exactly where she was. And today, she would do it again.

No hesitation. No fear.

Let's do this.

The day was hers to command, and she was more than ready to claim it.

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Matilde looked at herself in the mirror when she stood in the lift of the hotel. For the first time since... probably in high school, she was too lazy to do her hair. She had to wash her hair last night, which she did, but she never bothered to blow dry it and turn it into her signature blowout. To her surprise, her curls turned out pretty good, and if it was on anyone else's head, it would look good. But she hated how it looked with her face. She even tried to put it up, but she hated that more. Now, she was taking the top part of her hair and putting it in a clip at the back of her head, letting some front pieces out to frame her face. Still not satisfied, she figured this was the best she could and would do.

The lift doors slit open and she walked to the reception area, where she would meet up with Lars, Jens, her father, her mother, her stepfather and step siblings, to talk to the track. When she made eye contact with them and showed a small, uncomfortable smile, she noticed how the faces of her family lit up. They hadn't seen Matilde with curly hair for over ten years. Well, her dad and Jens did, back in England, but that was only inside the cottage. 

"Your curls," her mother smiled and gently touched them when her daughter stood next to her. "It looks stunning on you."

"Thanks," Matilde mumbled in return.

"I never knew that they still existed anymore," Lars playfully said.

Jens let out a small chuckle. "I did. But only because she was too lazy to do her hair in England." He winked at his little sister.

Matilde rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. "And you still knew how to do it."

"What? You did Mattie's hair? Like the blow out?" Lars asked and raised his eyebrows.

"No, the curly thing."

More eyebrows raised. "And you did it... like good?"

Jens proudly nodded. "I mean, I've seen all the tantrums she showed when she was younger. It's not easy to forget that. That routine is engraved into my head. Julia and Tessa also have curly hair." His girlfriend and her daughter. "So I am keeping up to date with the routines."

"True," Lars smirked.

Her mother kept smiling, her eyes scanning her daughter like she was seeing a version of herself she hadn't seen in years. "It suits you," she said softly. "You should wear it like this more often."

Matilde shrugged, adjusting the clip at the back of her head. "We will see." Despite her initial discomfort, the warmth in her family's reaction made her feel lighter. They weren't just surprised; they were happy. And maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this version of herself too. "Where's Ottie?"

"Playing with Laura. They will come later," Lars replied, mentioning his wife and daughter would join Louise, Kevin's wife, later this day.

"Alright," she replied, nodding. Let's go then." She took a deep breath. "When I come back to the hotel, I either am a loser or a winner."

Jens slung an arm around her shoulders as they started walking. "No matter what happens, you know you're not a loser, right?"

Matilde smirked. "Tell that to the standings."

Their father sighed but smiled knowingly. "You know what he means."

She did. And for once, she didn't let the weight of the day crush her. Instead, she straightened her back, lifted her chin, and walked with purpose. She had spent too long second-guessing herself, too long worrying about what could go wrong. Not today.

"Alright, let's get this over with," she said, confidence lacing her voice as they stepped outside.

As they approached the track, Matilde warned her brothers for one thing: "Oh, a reminder: there are women who have a massive crush on you." Her brothers began to laugh. "So be aware of that. After Monza, I heard a lot of girls crushing over you at the office. They don't know I know, but I know," she smirked.

Lars and Jens exchanged amused glances before Jens smirked. "Monza, huh? And what exactly did they say?"

Matilde grinned, loving that she had the upper hand for once. "Something about the 'Scandinavian charm' and 'rugged, effortless attractiveness.'" She made a show of rolling her eyes. "It was nauseating. But, here it comes, the men are terrified of you."

Jens stopped walking, burst out laughing and clapped in his hands. "Was it because of the mechanic who dropped the tyre in Monza?"

Everyone stopped walking, listening to Jens, Lars and Matilde's laugh and muffled murmurs to each other. It made the others laugh as well, just because they were laughing and having fun. Their father pulled out his phone and took a photo of them. He looked at his ex-wife, the mother of his children, who shared the same proud look.

The relationship between their kids had ups and many downs, they faced their struggles together and on their own. But this year, something had changed. Technically, they lived further away from each other than the years before, then ever, but they were closer than they had ever been. It was like they found each other again and supported each other through everything, even though they were not even living close to each other. As a mother and father, this made them proud and happy.

"So, don't judge them, okay? They have enough stress to deal with. Having judging people in the garage doesn't help them," Matilde reminded them.

"I can't change my face, Matilly," Jens widely smiled.

"Try. Just try."

"We will see. If they fuck it up, they will know it," Lars nodded and padded Matilde's shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, but a smirk played on her lips. "Yeah, yeah, just don't scare them off completely. I need them to at least make it through the race without fearing for their lives."

Jens grinned. "Never say never."

He looked at Lars and gave him a small nod. Their plan had already succeeded, and it was still early in the day. They knew how nervous their sister was, so they wanted to keep her distracted. With the right brother jokes, they thought it would work. But the stupid Monza stare began it all.

Next chapter

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In My ＿ Era

When I saw this prompt for Day Three of the OC New Year's Challenge, I did a little reflecting. Emphasis on "little" because it came to me very quickly:

I am definitely in my...

ONE PIECE Era!

Really, I've created three new One Piece OCs within the last four months alone. It's really fitting, because Luna - the very same Luna I talked about in yesterday's entry - was my first ever proper OC - and also my first One Piece Era/hyperfixation, and I revamped her only recently, Inari joined her sometime during my earlier Tumblr days, upon my second One Piece Era/hyperfixation, and with the arrival of the live action, I was firmly hyperfixated once more and in my One Piece Era, and I haven't left it ever since. So, I present to you all five of my current One Piece OCs, listed from left to right by the time of their creation.

Aether S. Luna, the "guardian angel" of the Straw Hats. Her crystalline shields and large wings have saved the little band of misfits countless times. Having travelled the seas since she can remember, she eventually ends up won by the Foxy Pirates, becoming part of the stakes during their fight against the Straw Hats. Of course, the Straw Hats (mainly Sanji), try their hardest to get her on their crew.

Charlotte Inari, the Straw Hats' lookout and errand girl. The complicated workings of her devil fruits like to toss her around a little, but she's fiercely loyal to her friends. Oh, and she also just so happens to be the daughter of one of the four Emperors of the Sea. Oh well... Surely, that won't cause any trouble.

Akaito Coraline, also known simply as Cora, the Straw Hats' tailor. The only living descendant of a world-famous family of tailors and a childhood friend of Sanji, Cora always carries three things: Her sewing needle, pierced through her ear. A dream to revive her family's legacy, making sure people remember the truth instead of the myths. And a burden on her mind, one that only Sanji seems to know, and neither of them like to share. Also, a crush on both Sanji and Zoro, but she would never admit that, would she?

Felicity, nicknamed Lily, is half human, half fennec fox mink, and honors a great deal of her vulpine ancestry. From being fairly nocturnal to becoming hyperactive (it's the zoomies, according to Usopp), from frequent naps and sleepy phases to a happily wagging, fluffy tail... Though then again, some of her mood swings might also be blamed on her devil fruit, its powers turning her emotions into... something. You never know.

My newest plot bunny, for now simply known as the "Black Widow", who was inspired by my history professor's tangent on the similarities between Ancient Roman patronage and the mafia. She's a spider with an invisible net of connections, her "friends", which include pirates from the old era, warlords, even emperors if you'll believe some sources. The Black Widow generously "adopts" younger, inexperienced or generally weaker pirates, dubbing them her "children" and offering them her protection - in return for some services, of course. Because friendship is a give and take. Some people claim she's incapable of love, some people claim that she's all talk and no game - but fact is that nobody has succeeded in killing her just yet, and her influence on the powers of the world is undeniable. No matter what you need - money, protection, men, weapons, or even a devil fruit - she can get it for you, for the small, small price of your undying loyalty. Those who have broken this vow all found themselves swimming with the fishes one way or another.

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