#the ocs are infiltrating my brain again

[kalied0skull]

TIM: "you just picking up strays now, or something? i thought that was your thing. not the other way around."

CURLY: "what the fuck are you talkin' about—?"

JEANIE (from afar): "hiiiii tiiiiiimmmm..."

CURLY: "... I'll get rid of him later, i promise—"

TIM (dismissively): "yeah, whatever. just make sure his ma ain't missin' him if he's staying over."

JEANIE: "oh, she won't!"

TIM: "...right."

(curly facepalms.)

[yvoi]

i dont usually post sketches on tumblr but i really like this one so 👉👈

[emsromanoff]

The fire in her eyes | Part 1

She was Hydra’s secret weapon—firebound, nameless, and controlled. When the Avengers storm the last hidden base, Natasha Romanoff comes face to face with the girl behind the flame. A mission becomes a rescue. And maybe… something more

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x female OC

warnings: none for now, (mindcontrol?)

A.N. It’s my first post here and the first chapter of my avengers series. I am open for request and ideas how the story should continue. <3

A snowy, hidden Hydra base lay buried deep in Eastern Europe—Russia, to be exact. The Avengers had infiltrated. After a string of brutal attacks and unexplained fire-related incidents over the last few months, the team had finally tracked the source. Hydra was still out there, pulling strings from the shadows. Gunfire echoed through the metallic corridors. The mission had been simple on paper—shut it down. But with Hydra, nothing ever stayed simple.

The hallway was dim and cold. Flickering overhead lights cast long, twitching shadows across the concrete walls, where Hydra’s serpent insignia loomed in red. Ice crept along the surfaces, but the air ahead shimmered—hot, unnatural. Natasha Romanoff moved like a whisper, gun raised, breath steady. Her senses were razor-sharp.

“Most of the guards are down,” she whispered into her comm. “But something’s not right.”

Steve’s voice crackled in her ear.

“Copy that. Stay sharp. We’re a minute behind you.”

She didn’t respond. Her instincts screamed louder with every step.

The spy rounded a corner.

And stopped.

At the far end of a ruined lab, a figure stood barefoot among the rubble. Young. Female. Surrounded by flickering flames. No weapons. No armor. Just a tattered outfit and a terrifying stillness. The girl turned slowly. Her eyes weren’t glowing—they were burning, molten gold like dying embers. Emotionless. Branded. Hydra’s puppet.

Natasha didn’t flinch.

“Who are you?” she called, gun aimed.

The girl tilted her head, unblinking. Her voice was flat, mechanical.

“Target acquired.”

A sudden snap of heat flared in her palm—a fireball bloomed in her hand like a small sun.

Natasha stiffened, her body reacting before her brain caught up.

Of course. Hydra’s still making metas. Great.

“We are not here to hurt you,” she said calmly. “You don’t have to fight me.”

The girl’s expression didn’t change.

“Directive: Reduce target to ash. Complying.”

She hurled the fireball. Natasha dove behind a pillar, the blast scorching the concrete behind her.

“Jarvis,” she hissed into her comm. “Can you scan the girl?”

Jarvis’s voice answered moments later.

“She is a mutant, Miss Romanoff. And she is indeed under Hydra’s control. I am attempting to disrupt her brainwave patterns. Stand by.”

Another fireball exploded nearby, forcing Natasha to duck behind shattered machinery. She grabbed a metal panel to use as a makeshift shield.

“She’s strong,” she muttered. “Too strong. Her fire’s melting bullets.”

“Try not to die,” Tony’s voice cut in. “We’re on our way.”

“Noted. Bring marshmallows,” Natasha replied dryly.

The mutant advanced slowly, fire dancing in her hands. There was a strange calm in the way she moved, but something behind her eyes was fighting—buried, distant.

“You’re quick,”

the girl said, her tone oddly curious.

“Hydra thought you’d be harder to kill.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah? Tell Hydra they need better intel.”

The girl raised her hand again—but before she could strike, a flash of lightning lit up the lab.

Thor dropped from above like a thunderbolt, hammer-first, slamming into her. She flew backward, crashing into the far wall. Flames burst out around her like a shield.

Thor landed beside Natasha, electricity crackling around him.

“She’s strong. But not a god.”

“She’s too young,” Natasha said. “And not in control.”

The girl stood again, unharmed. Her eyes flared red this time—hotter, angrier. Her long black hair billowed around her face like smoke. Tony and Steve burst into the room seconds later.

“Did I miss the fireworks?” Tony quipped, raising his gauntlets.

“We’re working on the finale,” Natasha replied. “No killing.”

“Copy that,” Steve nodded. “We take her alive.”

The mutant let out a strangled sound, clutching her head as voices overwhelmed her mind.

“Get… out… of my head!”

Rage surged—an explosion of flame spiraled around her, keeping the team at bay. She stood in the center, trembling, torn between the weapon she’d been forced to become and the person still hidden underneath.

Jarvis’s voice crackled in again.

“I’m close. I just need a few more seconds.”

“We don’t have a few more seconds!” Natasha shouted, ducking behind cover again. “She’s losing it!”

“Hold the line,” Steve ordered. “Don’t let her out of the room.”

“She’s not trying to leave,” Thor muttered. “She’s trying to end us.”

The mutant raised both arms, summoning a whirlwind of fire. Her body glowed like a furnace.

Then—

A high-pitched tone burst through the lab’s speakers. Her body seized, her flames sputtered, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Silence fell.

Smoke curled into the air.

Natasha approached cautiously, her boots crunching glass. She knelt beside the girl, brushing hair from her pale face. A red burn mark blazed on the girl’s arm, raw and fresh.

“Damn it,” Natasha muttered. “They pushed her too hard.”

“She going to live?” Steve asked, stepping beside her.

“She’ll live,” Natasha said, lifting the girl gently. “But we need to get her back to the facility. Fast. And find out exactly who she is.”

[furioussouls]

There’s a part of me that recognises you.

[yandere! oc x chubby reader]

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Song: Chihiro by Billie Eilish

Warning: yandere behaviour( I dont condone yandere behaviour in real life, this is just fiction), chubby reader (uses she/her pronouns), cursing, lucid dreaming, spirituality

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Standing knee-deep in the ice cold water while the salty breeze of the sea hit your face, you stroked over the goosebumps that rose over your plump arms. The radiant full moon illuminated your face and your eyes took in the view of the beautiful beach in front of you. The beach that you’ve been seeing every single night in every dream you had. The beach where you met him for the first time.

You don’t remember when the dreams first started, nor whether the guy you met in your dreams was just a person you once saw passing through a crowd, or just a result of your brain coming up with the image of the most beautiful guy alive.

You are completely aware of the fact that you’re dreaming. Whenever you saw him, you knew that you were dreaming. Your very own personal man of your dreams. Whenever you woke up, a heavy sense of sadness and dread filled you. Not only because the most perfect man disappeared from your grasp yet again, but also because you weren’t sure what was happening. Was it just a weird reoccurring lucid dream? Was it a memory? Or something entirely different?

Completely lost in thoughts, you stared at the gentle waves when familiar arms wrapped around your plush torso from behind. The comforting scent of oranges, sandalwood and jasmine infiltrated your nose and your worries eased a little. You smiled while keeping your gaze on the reflection of the moon on the water surface.

“I missed you during the day”, you whispered and he chuckled and squeezed you firmly.

“Darling, I can’t even begin to describe how much I missed you. I wish I could just sleep forever so we can see each other all the time.“, he sighed and buried his nose in your hair. He inhaled deeply and let out a small groan.

You turned around and looked at him. He leaned forward and gently kissed your nose. You wrapped your arms around him and buried yourself in his chest. His smell engulfed you and his hands gently squeezed whatever they could reach.

He‘s not real, he’s not real.

After a long minute you spoke up, “Can we sit down?“, you asked him and pointed to your usual sitting spot.

He nodded with a gentle smile and both of you sat next to each other in the sand, and he started to pick up pretty shells for you.

“How was your day?“, he asked you and you sighed and leaned back. His eyes immediately found yours and he furrowed his brows in concern.

He‘s not real.

“It was the same as always“, you replied numbly and looked up at the stars.

He put his large hand in the middle of your stomach and tenderly rubbed your lower belly fat.

“I hate that you’re so stressed about your life. Every night you look more exhausted and unhappy and seeing you like that feels like I’m getting stabbed in my chest. I wish I could take you away from everything, Darling. ", he told you and for the first time tonight he wasn’t smiling.

Your heart fluttered but immediately afterwards a wave of embarrassment and sadness washed over you. You’re taking like this with an imaginary man. A man from your dreams. He wasn’t real. None of this was. You can’t keep going like this.

You stood up walked back into the water and looked straight ahead, his arms gently squeezing around you again.

“What are you thinking about? “, he asked you, his chin now gently resting on your shoulder. His slender, veiny hands engulfed your beautifully plumped one.

You turned around to face him again and admired his features; from his shoulder-long blonde hair that shone golden in the light, to his beautiful honey coloured eyes, which brought out the slight freckles speckled across his nose and eyelids and plump lips. His long and lanky body adorned in a white button up and black pants.

His tender eyes scanned you from top to bottom too, his eyes halting on your round hips and pudgy stomach, which were particularly emphasised in this white night gown you were wearing. His gaze softened even more and his hand tenderly stroked up your arm til his hand reached your cheek and he cupped your face in his warm, big hands.

”My precious darling. What’s going through your pretty head, hm?“ he hummed and gently rubbed his aquiline nose against your hairline. “You can talk with me about anything. You know that.“ His hands wandered up and down your back and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re not real.”, you replied quietly and looked down.

Focusing on his button- up shirt was easier than looking into his piercing, loving eyes, but before you had the opportunity to avoid his eyes for too long , you noticed his necklace; it was a crystal. A purple one at that. Was it an amethyst? Before you could spend too much time thinking about his necklace, his hands cupped your round cheeks and made you look up at him again. This time his eyebrows were furrowed and his plump lips pressed to a line.

“What did you just say?”, he asked you solemnly.

A pit formed in your stomach. You gulped and responded, “We‘re dreaming. No, I’m dreaming. You’re not real. You‘re just a man in my dreams that I made up. Our relationship isn’t real and I think we need to stop meeting here.“

You felt pretty stupid for “breaking up“ with someone from your dreams but it was the right thing to do.

The idyllic landscape suddenly turned into a nightmare; heavy lightning bolts struck the ocean and thunder rumbled all around you. Your eyes widened and you felt your pulse pick up.

Your eyes found his again and your jaw dropped open when you saw the tears running down his freckled cheek. You wanted to apologise to him, to comfort him, but before you could even get one word out, he fell on his knees in front of you.

“I don’t know what happened. Just yesterday we were talking about everything until you woke up and now you’re saying that what we have is not real? That our feelings aren’t real? What the fuck happened to make you change your mind?“, he asked loudly with tears streaming down his face. He took your hand and and kissed the palm of your hand and each individual finger softly while tears were dripping on your own hand.

Why would you dream this? Why would it feel so real? He looked at you from below his lashes, expecting an answer and kept your hand close to his mouth.

You felt the world crumble and blur around you. The light of the moon dimmed slowly while the ocean was drying up. This happens every night. This process was as familiar to you as was seeing him and this beach. It could only mean one thing; you were waking up.

He frantically looked around and held you by your shoulders. It was a firm but gentle grip nevertheless. “Please, baby. Please don’t leave me like this, okay? Come back tomorrow, hm? We‘ll talk it all over”, he begged.

Before you could answer, you woke up in your room. Blinking sleepily, your eyes scanned the room and you sighed and brushed your hair back. What the fuck was that about? Shit, you felt even more exhausted than before you went to bed. You were about to get up when you noticed something. The hand that he had kissed desperately, was slightly wet. It looked like the cause for it were small and irregular droplets of water; like his tears.

Goosebumps rose all over your body and your cheeks began to heat up while a cold shower ran down the nape of your neck. The heavy sense of dread expanded in your belly. No, you were probably just going crazy. Nothing extraordinary happening here. Nothing at all. Your eyes slowly drifted back to your hand and you picked your hand up and gently held it under your nose. His familiar scent invaded your nose again and you jumped up from your bed.

Suddenly you remembered his necklaces; the amethyst. Scrambling to your phone you looked up which crystals can help with lucid dreaming and… Amethyst was amongst the top five crystals.

Easy explanation, you were going crazy. You have nothing else going for you in your life so you convinced yourself that the man from your dreams is real. Easy situation.

You needed fresh air; walking outside in the autumnal weather while the dried leaves were crunching beneath you always helped clearing your mind. The refreshing breeze whirled around you and your tense body calmed a bit, when you accidentally walked against somebody. The person dropped their belongings and you apologised and picked up their things. Before you looked them in their face your eyes halted at their necklace; it was the same amethyst from your dream. You took a few steps back and your eyes immediately jumped up to the persons face and it was him. The man from your dreams.

“Hello, baby. We finally see each other during the day too. My name is Ellis“, he said gently with a lazy, soft smile and extremely deep bags beneath his eyes.

[noirandchocolate]

so I plan on writing Kohga for fic purposes eventually and I REALLY want to make sure I get him right. do you know of any common pitfalls people have when characterizing him?

Oh hey, flattered you'd ask me! <3 The thing about Master Kohga is that a lot of stuff about him is very your-mileage-may-vary because a lot is left up to interpretation about his origins, backstory, etc. and the way the Clan operates and things like that. So I'll try to stick to things we see in canon and away from my and others' headcanons.

The other thing about Master Kohga is that he's kiiiind of a tightrope walk of a character to write, imo.

For example, there's a fine line with him between how theatrical and silly he can be, and how serious of a threat he and the Clan pose. So on the one hand, I think characterizing him as a complete dunce and clown who's totally reliant on his underlings (Sooga, someone's very serious and competent OC, etc.) as Thinking Brain Lackeys, is a common trap. I feel like whether one headcanons the guy as 10,000 years old and the only Yiga Master ever or the latest in a long line of them or something in-between, one has to think of him as clever enough to keep an entire group of people together and operational. TotK suggests he was able to figure out how to use Zonai tech without a magic Zonai arm, and under his leadership the Clan has spread throughout the Depths. In AoC he successfully infiltrates Gerudo Town posing as Urbosa and nearly kills Zelda. So he ought to be able to carry out an interrogation or come up with a good plan in fics, I think!

He's also a very powerful guy who can hold his own in a fight with practically anybody but Link (and maybe the Champions but I think he's on a more even footing with them or stronger--this is one of those ymmv things though). He has a dang face laser in AoC and in all three games is shown to have various magical abilities that not even other Yiga possess. He has a demon carver in AoC and Zonai tech weapons in TotK and giant spike balls in all his games. So again, writing him as a weakling reliant on others to protect him is a miss when it comes to canon.

However, on the other hand it's easy especially when one really likes Kohga, to fall off the tightrope onto the other side of the pit by making him out to be a total badass who's the best at everything and always right. Canonically, he's very theatrical, and he has so many comedic moments that I think it's important to let him be silly sometimes in fanwork too. A corny banana pun. An over-the-top line delivery ('thestupendouschiefoftheyigaclanMasterKohga! IIIIiis gonna KILL YOU ALL! To DEAAthhhh!!'). Getting distracted and humming to himself. Faceplanting with perfect comedic timing. Failing and blaming the failure on someone else/the situation. Defeating himself by getting carried away with explosives/spike ball size. All things that happen in canon. He uses the word 'thingamajig' in AoC and stomps his feet like a dork in TotK. So fanworks where Kohga is never even a little bit cringe also kinda get him wrong IMO.

(Also that thingamajig thing is a small segue to say that giving Kohga informal-sounding dialogue fits with canon. However he's also capable of issuing a genuinely ominous villain monologue, like he does before his final battle in TotK. He's a character who's funny but also a threat. That's the tightrope!!)

Next I wanna say there's also a fine line between cowardice and pragmatism, when characterizing Kohga. He does run away when things aren't going his way in his first three TotK battles, and he does peace out in AoC while saying 'Yiga, assemble! Meexcludedofcourse.' He yells for Sooga and others to protect him. There's also a DLC mission in AoC where he pulls the Yiga back when too many monsters show up on the battlefield, saying 'Well, that's that. We'll try again another time.' So he does have a self-preservation instinct and will bail when the going gets too tough at least some of the time. But nevertheless I think writing him as a total coward isn't quite right (and I have seen that a fair few times, folks just having him always hide behind Sooga or abandon his lackeys etc.). Because he does gamely face Link down in the first place, multiple times in all three games. Also, in the Yiga Clan Retreats AoC DLC mission he's genuinely upset that his comrades are thinking only of his safety and not their own, and because they're all seriously injured he's kinda the one protecting them by ordering them to stay close and 'protect him.' So it's more accurate to write him as having a bit of a cowardly streak, but not when it really matters.

One other small thing I wanna mention is that we see in AoC that Kohga can be kinda brusque to his underlings sometimes. He yells at Sooga for being late and calls him a bum in one mission. So putting that offhanded rudeness into him fits. He shouldn't always be sweet and understanding to others, especially when he'd logically be frustrated or someone does something stupid or harmful. But Yiga you run into in BotW and TotK also speak highly of him, say he has 'a smile like a sunbeam,' etc. He does seem to be very good at keeping the Clan's morale high. And like I said in the last paragraph he does care about his people not dying; in that Retreat mission he tells multiple people to quit talking about sacrificing themselves! So making him completely callous or never nice to anybody doesn't fit.

FINALLY, because I'm rambling, another pitfall I've seen sometimes is people getting Kohga's motivations a little sideways and forgetting what the Clan is about. Now this is definitely ymmv with regard to how much a given fan thinks the Clan worships/reveres Calamity Ganon or Kohga, and I'm not gonna get into that 'cause tbh most all of that topic involves headcanons. But we see in AoC that Kohga's primary concern, as it turns out, is the preservation of the Clan, with the goal of revenge and destruction of the Hylian Royal Family as the second thing. His willingness to turn back on the Clan's allegiance to/alignment with Calamity Ganon in that game when the Harbinger and Astor start killing Yiga is proof of that. So again, writing Kohga as considering his people disposable or recklessly sending them off to get killed by good guys or monsters as an end-justifies-the-means thing (or harebrained stupid unthinking scheme) for achieving a Calamity-Ganon-or-Ganondorf-related goal? That's just...yeah IMO that's just plain wrong. Kohga cares about the Clan.

BUT! Revenge on the Royal Family and hatred for its members and Link runs DEEP, and is the Clan's prime motive and goal beyond surviving and thriving for themselves. Kohga has a very big drive for that and especially in TotK speaks in quite definite terms about wanting to assist in Hyrule's destruction. So on the other hand, if one wants to write Kohga as allying with the 'good guys,' it's important to have a very good reason for him to do so. It took an immense betrayal by Ganon and Astor involving a swathe of murders to make him do it in AoC. So I doubt Kohga's gonna flip sides genuinely in any timeline, meaning with no plan for a double-cross or at least thought of backstabbing, at the drop of a hat. (And even in AoC timeline he speaks of not being completely comfortable with it.) In a temporary truce, I think he ought to be grumbling and resentful of it.

I went on and on but I hope this was even sorta what you were asking! ^-^; I had fun talking about Best Guy so thanks for the opportunity to do so!

[theoneandonlysemla]

Sujamma Sundas!

Thank you for the tag @skyrim-forever 💞

Tagging: @dirty-bosmer @friend-of-giants @firefly-factory @illumiera @hircines-hunter @lillxart @ladytanithia @pocket-vvardvark @rakaiawriter @sheirukitriesfandom @sanza-17

Topic: This week, Sujamma wants to know about YOUR OC's special someone. What makes their relationship special? How did they meet? Were they enemies to lovers? Lovers to enemies? Lovers AND Enemies? Are they romantic or platonic? What's their favorite way to cuddle? Favorite date night? Anything and everything you can think of 💕

Ohhh, do I need to decide who I'll be talking about here? Can I talk about all my main couples? :P

Let's start with Nevri and Morotar. What makes them special is him being a detestable cunt and her being the one to hit him on the head for it. They actually got to know each other because he saved her and Canmal's life when they were attacked by Boethiah's cultist. Back then he was "a mercenary" and travelled with them back to Winterhold, where they decided to hire him for getting Goldbrand. And while travelling, Nevri did fall for his looks and cunty character and the rare times he can be nice :P (She's vulnerable, okay??) One thing comes to another and after they got closer, everything falls apart. With DwD 2 their story goes on, Morotar has a severe loss of memories but as their paths cross again, he does one thing: he knows her. A lot of pushing away from her follows until they do get closer again (she has good reason for that) while he will utterly fall for her 😩❤️ I don't know how their story will end and what will come of them, but I love to picture them together in a calm future. Anyway, I guess they go like: strangers -> reluctant friends -> lovers -> enemies -> strangers -> whatever the fuck that mess is they are in in part 2 Thinking about it, they'd love to cuddle in a bed and have their peace together and I often picture how Nevri washes his hair and he does enjoy that so much because someone cares for him. Their idea of a date night might be sparring or something :P

Going on with my favourite toxic couple: Ancano and Faralda! These two idiots started out as... let's call it colleagues and the entire thing became a secret work place romance at the College of Winterhold. Until Ancano's toxic ass fucked up big time after gaslighting the shit out of Faralda and cheated on her with Nirya. Nirya does thing she has won, but ... the price is foul🤢 Anyway, they do have a toxic rebound after Ancano got stabbed by a certain Dunmer woman mentioned in the text before. For Faralda is really is the last time this has happened, until she sees him being a yearning mess for her and decides to play with him. Currently, we're at the phase where her sadism really spirals out of control (good for her). As they do not have a traditional relationship, I'd say their idea of a date is a little strange. Ancano would like to have her only for him and longs for her attention. He'd cuddle with her after sex, to keep the appearance that it means more to him but he's not really a cuddler. After he cheated in her, Faralda does want to cuddle with anyone but him :P Her perfect idea of a date is her throwing rocks at him ❤️

And here we are with my most fucked up couple, that is poor Ria and Mannimarco. Hell, she chose the worst man. But my bf likes to argue that Ancano is worse because he's racist and Mannimarco is too egocentric to be really racist 😆 Well, let's see. She is absolute delulu and unhappy in the place she is now, serving a group of men (ew) in a dilapitating fort. And there comes her worm knight in shining armour... or red cloak... to her rescue. He infiltrates her brain until she falls for him and she is absolutely and utterly in love with him. Too bad that he sees her as his little experiment. But that does not hold him back from fucking the lab rat. He's nasty like that ❤️ You could say, it is a very romantic gothic horror lovestory that I'm crafting there and so their ideal date would be basically what I've written in chapter two, just having sex in a fairy ring under the moonlight. And for Manni it may include feeding her corpses and counting how many maggots he can pull out of her orifices. Well... yeah. That's that!

[edible-paint-janyx-dot-com]

KNY oc content, no pics yet, I'm not done with their arts yet. We listen and we don't judge(Unless your oc is genuinely concerning to the fan base, which I hope is not the case) and I've been waiting to share this for a while.

Slayers for now, demon oc is next! Ramble about your OCS too if you want! I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF THEYRE OP BTW I JUST LIKE SEEING PEOPLE GET SO CREATIVE!

Ichiinama Hanakitsune （花狐一稲間 Hánakitsuné Ichiinámá)

"As a child, I never understood why I was the way I was, it just happened. I was a hermit and I never got any friends. No one wanted to associate with me because of how quiet and timid I was at the time. No one wanted me as a friend. And somehow I was unbothered, I wasted my childhood being inside my room or outside under a tree, reading away at books I've read over and over again. Even some demons thought that my hobby was stupid, reminding me why I never had friends as a child when it was all I ever wanted. I trained hard to be where I am today. I can't say my life was wasted doing swordsmanship, I found people who appreciate me for being me. I will never put myself down like that ever again." - Ichiinama Hanakitsune to herself in Abnormal situation

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Height: 170cm(5'7)

Weight: 56kg

Birthday: July 23rd

Hair color: Black and silver

Eye color: Silver

Affiliation: Demon Slayers Corps

Occupation: Demon slayer, Spirit Hashira

Combat style: Spirit breathing

Status: Alive (Before infinity castle arc) - Desceased

Brief background introduction:

Ichiinama was born into the Hanakitsune family, she is smart - Despite the lack of resources, she's managed to impress her parents with her brains, her parents call her and her sister beautiful, however, Ichiinama was never one to express her ideas and inputs, some say she was a hermit. Always stuck with books instead of people, envious of her sister being a social butterfly, she was desperate to have friends but not many wanted to discuss the otherwise "nerdy" topics. So she just kept to herself. One day, her home was infiltrated by demons, killing both her mother and father, leaving her and her sister to fend for themselves. They ran until they came across Gyomei Himejima, Ichiinama's older sister, tired from carrying her, pleaded with Gyomei to save Ichiinama and just leave her - However, despite the given issue, Gyomei refused to take only Ichiinama and took both sisters with him. Her older sister was around 17 at the time of their rescue and Ichiinama was only 10. Now, as the Spirit Hashira(スピリットハシラ Seirei Bashira) - Ichiinama is 14 and her older sister is 21. She attended the final selection at the same time as Muichiro Tokito and Aoi Kanzaki they managed to become friends and Ichiinama finally accepted the fact that she was just mingling with the wrong group because Muichiro and Aoi were actually... Really great friends. Don't allow those looks to fool you, she's actually really nice once you get to know her.

General appearance

Ichiinama wears the standard corps uniform tinted in a darker shade of gray with a window that shows her undershirt, unlike Mitsuri Kanroji, her chest is covered with the standard white blouse underneath the uniform, she has a skirt that reaches all the way down to her ankles. Has black hair with silver streaks that were natural. Silver eyes with spiderwebs as pupils. She looks almost identical to her older sister aside from a few features. Her hair hangs low, past her shoulders. She has glasses on her.

Inspirations:

Athena and Ares (EPIC: The musical)

Artemis (Greek Goddess because she isn't in EPIC)

Japanese paitings

Clouds

Ghosts

Ayano Aishi

Overall abilities:

Ichiinama is a quick thinker, saving some from a potential casualty. Using her brain to formulate all sorts of tactics, she can learn anything just by reading about it or watching a demonstration.

Demon slayers abilities:

Demon slayer mark: During her battle against Gyokko, alongside Muichiro Tokito, she managed to resonate her demon slayer mark with the help of Muichiro Tokito, whom she resonated from.

Transparent world: She was able to access the transparent world and look right through Kokushibo, however, true fear as struck her as she realized she, along her comrades, were most likely bested by this powerful demon.

Songs that would sound similar to her personality:

Just a man - Facing an internal struggle with her personality and her actions. Tends to act out in anger even though it wasn't her intention, she's only fighting for her life.

We'll be fine - Strongly believes she and her loved ones will be okay.

Keep your friends close - As if to say you can't trust everyone you meet for a short period. Wants to get to know people before trusting them entirely. Has trust issues so wants to know people before considering them as friends.

Open arms - Greets everyone in a happy way, the Tanjiro effect helped her understand that you can greet the world with open arms.

Trivia

Ichiinama's name is derived from the following terms: Ichi-i-nama (Ichi-One, i-beautiful, nama-pureness/freshness) - Relatively, her surname, Hanakitsune means "Flower fox".

Ichiinama's level of openness is 40%.

The books she likes to read consist of fiction and non-fiction.

She owns a copy of the Odyssey. (HAHA-)

Other than her Kasugai bird, Ichiinama has two cats Hachi and Katsu.

She is a dual blade user, the charms on her blade were gifts from Muichiro Tokito and Aoi Kanzaki on her birthday.

She has a snow owl as her Kasugai crow. The owl is a shy and timid bird named Rōzuuddo

Ichiinama's hobby is weaving.

Like Genya Shinazugawa, Ichiinama addresses her sister formally, calling her "Aneki" the female counterpart of "Aniki".

Ichiinama has very legible and neat handwriting.

Her favorite food is Miso soup.

Ichiinama views the other hashiras as follows:

"She's beautiful and smart. I like her." - Insect Hashira

"I find him immature. Maybe that's his sense of humor..." - Sound Hashira

"He comes to my library sometimes. Borrows books and then returns them when he's done reading them, he has pretty eyes and I see him talk to Kanroji-san." - Serpent Hashira

"I talked to him a few times. He was mostly quiet but he did want to borrow a book from me." - Water Hashira

"I admire his strength. Despite that, he's pretty nice." - Stone Hashira

"He once bought a book collection for me. I'm thankful he thinks my reading hobby is fun, he has a pleasant aura." - Flame Hashira

"She's really pretty. I love her hair. It's really pretty." - Love Hashira

"He's a gruff." - Wind Hashira

"He's a good friend. Even if he does tend to forget who I am." - Mist Hashira

"I admire my sister. She's strong and she cares for me." - Smoke Hashira

Likewise, this is what the other hashiras think of Ichiinama:

"Incredible talent she has there." - Insect Hashira

"She's too mature for her age! She should lighten up!" - Sound Hashira

"She's not good with her words. But I can see she's doing her best." - Love Hashira

"Quiet child, almost too quiet. She can sneak up on anyone without alerting them, who knows what she can hear with that skill of hers." - Serpent Hashira

"She's meek and timid. Sometimes even sly." - Wind Hashira

"She has good friends, I think I can trust them to be with her." - Smoke Hashira

"She's like a fox... Cunning, smart and quiet..." - Mist Hashira

"I think she's a good person despite her lack of use in words." - Stone Hashira

"I went to her library once, I almost thought she wasn't home because she wasn't there, she snuck up on me and I screamed so loudly!" - Flame Hashira

"I honestly thought she was never home. She's just... So quiet..." - Water Hashira

Jurei Hanakitsune （花狐樹麗 Hánakitsuné Jūréi)

"When I was younger, kids always wanted to be my friend, I was unique, because of my heterochromia, I was also extroverted, people wanted to be my friend and I can safely say that kids preferred me over my sister. However, I wanted to also include her, however the other kids thought she was weird for being so quiet all the time. Seeing the envious look she gave me whenever I catch a glimpse of her staring at me from the second floor of our home... I couldn't help but think why people didn't like her just for reading a lot." - Jurei Hanakitsune to herself in Get it together, moron!

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Height: 177.80 cm(5'10)

Weight: 63kg

Birthday: October 24th

Hair color: Black and silver

Eye color: Red(Left eye), silver(right eye)

Affiliation: Demon Slayer Corps

Occupation: Demon slayer, Smoke Hashira

Combat style: Smoke breathing

Status: Alive(Before sunrise coundown arc) - Desceased

Brief background introduction:

Jurei was born into the Hanakitsune family, she isn't as smart as her younger sister - She was still an incredibly smart person. At a time at night, she heard a noise, seeing her and her sister's parents being murdered by a demon, she quietly carried her sister, Ichiinama, who was awake, who also was only 10 at the time, out a window and left their home, not after lighting it on fire to assure the demon will die for what it did. Jurei ran away from the wreckage for a few hours, exhausted carrying her sister, she came across Gyomei Himejima, Jurei pleaded with Gyomei to take her sister and just ditch her, Gyomei, sensing the selflessness of Jurei, did not abandon her, he took Jurei and Ichiinama with him. Jurei trained hard to get where she is today - 21 and the Smoke Hashira(けむりばしら Kemuri Bashira) and she is thriving well, she is good friends with Mitsuri Kanroji and enjoys accompanying her.

General appearance

Jurei wears the standard corps uniform tinted in dark gray, a skirt reaching down to her calves. Has black hair with silver streaks that were natural. Her left eye is red and her right eye is silver, she has X-shaped pupils. She looks almost identical to her younger sister aside from a few features. Her hair is tied into low twin drills.

Inspirations:

Penelope of Ithaca (EPIC: The musical)

Hera (EPIC: The musical)

Ryoba Aishi

Obanai Iguro

Cats

Overall abilities:

Jurei is quick-paced and flexible. Along with that, she has really good hearing.

Demon Slayer abilities:

Demon slayer mark: During her battle alongside Mitsuri Kanroji and Obanai Iguro against Nakime, she unlocked her demon slayer mark which enhanced her overall abilities.

Songs that would sound similar to her personality:

You & I - Death cannot seperate Jurei and Ichiinama

Ruthlessness - It's a given that as a Hashira, Jurei has to be ruthless, demons are vile creatures.

Odysseus - Jurei snapped when she heard that Ichiinama was killed by Kokushibo, it fueled her anger and hatred for demons, as an older sister, it's in her right to be angry, the same way Odysseus was angry that Penelope's suitors are going to do diabolical things to her and kill Telemachus so she's fully defenseless. (Unrelated, I cried so much when the saga came out.)

More than anything - Jurei wants to support Ichiinama no matter what, like Lucifer wanting to support Charlie and her dreams of redemption.

Trivia

Jurei's name is derived from the following terms: Ju/Jū can be translated to "Tree" or "Ten", and Rei is translated from "Example". It may be taken as a pun because Jurei is the older Hanakitsune sister, and Hanakitsune is "Flower fox".

Jurei's level of openness is 80%.

Her heterochromia may be a result of hereditary genes. Like her hair color.

Her favorite food is Wagashi.

Jurei has cursive handwriting.

The name of Jurei's Kasugai crow is Shizuka

Jurei viewed the other hashiras as followed:

"She's pretty smart. I look forward to having more conversations with her." - Insect Hashira

"... His lack of self restraint surprises me." - Sound Hashira

"My best friend! She's really strong and I admire her and she's so beautiful!" - Love Hashira

"He looks like he wants to put me six feet under for being close to Kanroji-san. I don't know if that's his resting face but I guess I should be glad that I'm not a boy." - Serpent Hashira

"He's quiet, he reminds me of someone..." - Mist Hashira

"She has good friends, I think I can trust them to be with her." - Spirit Hashira

"I admire him. He's strong and a good listener." - Stone Hashira

"Mood." - Wind Hashira

"Pretty great guy to be around. He's a good person!" - Flame Hashira

"Quiet, but also really reliable." - Water Hashira

Likewise, this is what the other hashiras think of Jurei:

"She's really nice to talk to. I admire her skills!" - Insect Hashira

"She's grown quite well, she's stronger now and still as reliable as ever." - Stone Hashira

"I admire my sister. She's strong and she cares for me." - Spirit Hashira

"She's like... A brown hare. Very fast and agile..." - Mist Hashira

"A really great friend!" - Love Hashira

"... A really great friend." - Serpent Hashira

"She talks a lot, I don't mind." - Water Hashira

"I don't really know what else we have in common." - Sound Hashira

"Bold." - Wind Hashira

"A good listener and a great giver of advice!" - Flame Hashira

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OC moments I've been rotating around in my brain as of late like they're on a microwave dish

- After O66 is put into place (idk if I want it before Utapau or following canon) Stutter and Quips are fighting it out as Stutter is trying to take the "traitors" back to command, while Quips is trying to get out with Paean and Whistle and Caddy. As they're fighting - extremely brutally as the two are releasing years of pent up frustrations and aggression and Stutter with his chip active is pulling no punches - he's got Quips beat to hell; and right as he's nearly killing Quips, Quips is holding his sleeve and calls him "Tut," which is Stutter's nickname since childhood. Quips never used it unless he was really hurt, scared, sick, or just ut of it as he felt it was too childish of him to call his brother that. The last time he did that was post Umbara and Paean nearly killed himself. It gives Stutter a brief enough moment of clarity and pause for Quips' friends and Paean to drag him off to safety and they make their escape.

- When Whistle meets Master Stoll and Padawan Ko again, one of the things Yeong-Ja asks Whistle is what she did to make his brothers hate her so much and what she can do to make amends for whatever it is that make them so mad at her. Whistle assures her it's nothing she did, it's the chips, it's life and orders; but she still asks that once he frees his batchers from the chip for him to tell his brothers she apologizes and hopes they can still play cards again some day.

- After Quips was going through his recovery period, one of the things he struggled a lot with to his frustration was the sight of other people's blood. He'd experience battle shock and he couldn't hold his tools in steady hands, it made his so angry to no ends. It's one of the reasons why he started making educational videos about medicine and medical procedures, since Caddy told him he can still help by sharing his knowledge and expertise without having to witness the injury itself. This even had Quips for a time being a literal on comms doctor, being told what an injury looked like, a person's symptoms and pain levels and whatnot and Quips would over the comms diagnose and help provide a treatment plan. Eventually he started making his way back into hands on practice once he recovered more. His tenacity to help others is one of the main reasons why The Runner grew so fond of him in the first place.

- Hover and Lam are tasked with trying to track down any Guard vode they can acting as a sort of search and rescue; but of course their main priorities were the commanders. They eventually meet Hyena and Jackal and the pair act as sort of body guards to Hov and Lam. Hover is good at using his observational and slicing skills, Hyena is extremely strong and good at strategic planning, Lam does well at the more finesse aspects of the search and rescue while Jackal uses his experience as a 91st Recon to help scout and plan out infiltration. They make a good team and it's how Hyena and Jackal get pulled out of hiding in the lower 000 levels and back into the fight.

[bookwormlover10]

This is my Tron OC Psyche and I have many nicknames for her. Like Trons little freak, whore, giant Axe Lady and userfucker

In all seriousness I do ship her with Flynn because why not but also my sick brain thought " would it be funny if Sam got adopted by a program. Then my sick brain also thought it would be hilarious if the program that Clu got a crush on found out that she thinks that he's user was hotter. ( One sided love triangle with out misunderstanding but it more like a love angle she only thinks of Clu as a friend before the betrayal)

Anyways... Her name is psyche people call her cy for short. I haven't thought of to much of her backstory and I can't decide of what's happens to her after betrayal. But what I have so far is that her ISO boyfriend died in a light cycle accident making her deadly afraid of light cycles. after some time after the accident Tron found her in a fight and was like " I want this freak." And he then recruited her for his police Force.

She has a Bobby personality. She the type of woman that knows she looks good and knows how to weapons it. Cy is always willing to listen to any person problems and would try to give advice if wanted. if cy likes you or see you as family she would go out of her way for you and if someone hurt her family all hell break loose. ( Aka her inner momma bear kicks in)

Psyche mine role in Tron police Force was to infiltrated and gather Intel of their targets.

As for her abilities she is a master of disguise and can change her appearance on a whim. Psyche also can also transform her identity disk to an axe thanks to her special staff that she made. sence she as afraid of light cycles and refuse to go on one. She likes to travel by skates ( think of them like ice skates )

I haven't quite figured out the relationship between Psyche and Clu. Maybe Clu like a woman who knows how to manipulate. An other idea is have it parasocial and have Clu have the idea psyche is like his Jordan to his Flynn. Though it probably me over analyzing Clus character in it to. .. (I'm happy to hear any ideas or constructive criticism on this front) I joke I thought of that psyche is oblivious to obvious flirting, even though she's a master of seduction.

Her relationship with Flynn on the other hand I have thought of. So the idea I have is when Clu is tired of Flynn escaping his bodyguard when he's on the grid. Tron gets the bright idea to have Psyche guard him. He somehow convinced Clu of this telling him that she would only do it if Tron is to busy to do it himself.

Flynn was standoffish to her at first, inciting that he is more than capable of defending himself. But it does develop into a friendship. Expecly when she is willing to explore the grid with him outside of her work uniform. As that friendship grows Flynn tells Psyche about what the user world and Psyche shows Flynn all the nookes and cranes of the grid that she knows. They also start to open up to each other.

When Flynn shows psyche a picture of Sam she thought he was the cutest thing she ever seen. She them vowes that she would to anything in her power to make sure that that little guy is happy. For example when she finds out that it's an important day in the user world ( wether holidays or birthdays) psyche would drag Flynn by the ear to the portal. The idea of children makes her a little jealous of users. In her interpretation it's like having a piece of your lover even if their gone.

They do eventually grow felling for each other. Flynn question his sanity when he realized his feelings. The idea of dating again also terrifieds him, he doesn't know if Sam would take him dating someone. Minis the fact that he doesn't know it possible to date a problem. Psychic Also kinda has the same reaction but in a lesser extent. She makes the concussion that it's not possible and love him from afar... ( I made them doom by the narrative. Yes I do thank Batman mask of the Phantasm is a masterpiece how did you know? )

I don't know were to put this but in my head Tron and Dyson have a bet, if Psychic ends up with Flynn or Clu. Tron is betting on Flynn because he wants his friend to be happy, but he also finds Flynn freaking over psychic hilarious. Dyson is betting on Clu because 1. He doesn't think that Flynn has a chance and 2. It's entertaining as heck.

That all I could think about her so far. I haven't really thought of what happened to her after betrayal. I made a joke that she got isekaied to the past or isekaied and became a magical girl (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) I mostly made her to be feminine and girly as fuck and have a giant axe.

[eveandtheturtles]

WIP ask game (let's try this again, shall we 😅):

What inspired you to write "SWAK"?

Excellent question! I am not sure myself! All I know is this: my favourite trope is enemies to lovers and the line from a song "it started with a kiss, how did we end up like this?" Began to infiltrate my brain.

I like adding OCs to universes I like and I absolutely wasn't planning on having Karaa (og alien gal) and Donnie together but then I was like:

Karaa absolutely knows how it would feel having to hide from the world. And I realised based on how she is she would connect with Donnie the most.

I was juggling her being an alien or human for the story which eventually settled on a human. Mostly inspired by the TMNT tumblr. I have been writing it for like a month/month and a half and wasn't really planning on publishing it. I wrote a lot yes but I kept going back to fix or change things it stuck in my brain like a glue. Then I read Therefore, Love by @madammuffins (totally recommend) and idk I was encouraged by them to go ahead. And here we are.

I sometimes wonder how this story would look like with Karaa being an alien lol probably very different.

[ormspryde]

Haven't felt up to writing much this weekend because brain weasels, so I decided to try and scare up some serotonin by sketching some OCs from Seer/Echoes (except for Raven he's that last one). Here's a teeny little rundown on them all.

Delibor: Zagi's dad's cousin - the one who suggested that Zagi go into Leviathan's Claw to begin with. I hadn't decided before I drew this, but I feel safe in saying that he is Very Not Straight lol. (bless you @magicmetslogic for suggesting the hair clips!) He sells weapons in a stall in Dahngrest; his stall was the one Yeager bought the Divine Cannon from. He cares about Zagi a lot.

Ebru: Damuron's caretaker back before he left Farryheid. She was the only person who really accepted him for who he was, but she wound up being fired when Damu's father found out just how accepting she was. (for more details, see my fic Journey to Me, but be warned - it's A Lot) By astonishing coincidence, her grandson Bayram just happened to work for Yeager, and was able to put Raven and his grandmother in touch, thirteen years after they'd seen one another. She'll probably be making more appearances in the future.

Gianna: One of Yeager's underlings, Gianna handles a lot of the paperwork and takes charge of the guild when Yeager's away on business - when she isn't needed for any smuggling jobs. She's fairly serious, and really isn't anyone to trifle with. Gianna is a nonbinary woman.

Ignác: The first one of these OCs I made, and very near and dear to my heart. Ignác is Yeager's cook, and he's from the same town east-northeast of Deidon Hold, Szarvas. They both speak Magyaran, the native language of Szarvas. In Seer, Yeager hired Ignác as a cook for his guild when he met the man trying and failing to run a food stall in the Lower Quarter of Zaphias during his and Raven's mission there. Yeager comes to realize that he made a good decision hiring the man on, because Ignác really knows his way around the kitchen. Has a soft spot for Gauche and Droite. For some reason I always picture him with a bit of a squinty eye.

Kristaps: One of Yeager's underlings. Specializes in infiltration and assassination, but otherwise he's a pretty nice guy. He doesn't take himself too seriously, but he gets a bit antsy when he hasn't been away from base in a while, so he makes sure to take his quietta, Zibens, out riding regularly when weather permits. A little sweet on GIanna, but he isn't sure she'd take it too well.

Raven: Well, not an OC, but I realized that I never really drew the updated image of him I have in my head. He's a bit younger-looking than he is in the game, but Echoes also starts about seven years before then too. Here he's about 28. He has been through so so much and I love him.

Some of these sketches aren't quite how I picture them in my head and I might try again later, but at least this has been a bit of a distraction.

[nerbs-the-word]

OC Intro - Eights + Briggs

Hey y'all, haven't written anything in a few days (Been enjoying my long weekend), but glad to see I've been kinda growing. Likes and follows make the Nerb brain chug like the machine I am.

So anyway, new OCs, new short story. Once again, asks are open for questions/comments or constructive criticism if you have any. Just one last FYI, their full names are Sgt. Ashley "Eights" Pierce and Col. Sandra Briggs. Eights is they/them, and Briggs is she/her. Sorry for any confusion!

This story does take place in my worldbuilding project! Pixies be upon thee!

This does feature military themes, guns, blades, violence, gore, drug use and some 'colorful' language, so if any of those things upset you, please don't continue reading for your own mental health. And if you're not sure, please feel free to stop reading at any time if you feel uncomfortable.

STRIKE AT ZERO HOUR

WITH OVERWHEALMING FIREPOWER

THEY'RE FUELED BY THE FEAR

IN THEIR ENEMIES' EYES

ITS A SHOCK TROOP INFILTRATION

A FAST AND VIOLENT ESCALATION

OUT OF THE TRENCHES...

"The stormtroopers rise." the voice finishes as the intense metal music in the background blares, bass thumping in their ears. Emitting a muffled grunt under the several pounds of metal atop their head, the hefty marine slams their breaching axe down, sending a spray of blood the color of moldy bread across their Mythbreaker armour.

Eights slams their boot into the chest of the Other, and using their mechanically augmented hands, pulls free their axe. Their metallic hands, themselves the size of dinner plates, make the bladed weapon in their hands look tiny; even if it is a bulky tool for the average foot soldier. An average man would require two hands to deal any damage with it; Eights can use it in one, and a shotgun in the other.

"Welcome to the 25th century, dumbass" They sarcastically mutter under their breath with a seething rage in their voice. A quick slam of their metal boot and a crunch of bone confirms that the alien isn't getting back up off the floor.

Hunting remnants of these stupid extraterrestrials has been getting old to the young marine. It's been five months since the end of the war, and here they were, being dragged around Known Space to every hulk, ship or station suspected to have an Other aboard. But yet again, after Operation Ragnarök, they didn't have much else to do other than tune the suit's motors and clean their guns. These battles weren't even exciting anyway, the Others always fell back on melee weapons; meaning they were perfect fuel for-

"Sergeant!" Exclaims a familiar authoritative voice from the doorway behind them.

As if by muscle memory, Eights turns to face the figure, their hand pressed against their forehead in a neat and orderly salute. Their posture was as perfect as a marine could get in the bulky armour they wore.

"Yes, ma'am!" They aggressively yell back, every fiber of their voice screaming respect and a sense of duty.

The colonel looks across the room, their diminutive frame being held in the hand of some poor private. While she had a stoic look on her face, the private's face went pale.

The room was stained in blood. Every wall was covered in some sort of bodily fluid in some unnatural, inhuman color. Extraterrestrial corpses littered the room, many with massive tears across their bodies, others riddled with bullet holes. Some still flickered with fire, smoldering silently in the room. It reeked of death, blood, ash, and gunpowder.

"At ease, sergeant." Briggs responds, and as if by command, the hulking, ten foot tall figure before her relaxed their stiffened frame, using the opportunity to pick up a large rotary cannon on the floor. The chest cavity of one of the targets gives resistance, but with a whir of the trigger, the barrel cluster is able to mutilate the innards enough to rip it out with a disgusting squelch.

"Ship's clear." The marine responds as they affix the cannon to their back.

"I noticed. Private, pass me off to the sergeant, please. Then report to your lieutenant."

The still-shaken private nods swiftly, quickly passing the tiny colonel into the metallic gauntlet of the heavily-armed stormtrooper, like a bug into the mouth of a waiting lion. And while pulling their hand back towards their chest, they swiftly leave the room, as silently as they walked in.

It did dawn previously on the colonel that Eights could easily turn her to mincemeat like they do so easily and so willingly to anything the Republic deems dangerous. Pirates, terrorists, Blue Angel cultists, and now the Others. The difference is that Eights respects authority.

"Ma'am, 34 dead, 5 captured. The survivors have locked themselves in what I assume to be the armoury." The sergeant replies, lifting the tiny colonel to be at eye level. Their helmet was menacing; more machine than person. Covered in valves, with a hose running from the mouthpiece to the chest, every breath was accompanied by a whir, and every word echoed inside the hermetically sealed suit.

"Good." The colonel responds with a nod.

"And I'm ready to-" The sergeant begins, before being cut off.

"No. You're dismissed. Rest up, and meet me in my office tomorrow morning at 0600. We need to talk.

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"Pierce, I'm worried for your health." The colonel continues, pacing back and forth behind her desk. With the sergeant looming over her, it looked like she wasn't in command here. But she, and Eights, both knew the truth. She outranked them.

Eights crossed their pale arms across their chest. They felt naked, missing the second skin the mechanized armour served as.

"So what?" They exclaim dismissively, their emerald green eyes staring downwards at their commanding officer.

"So what?!" Briggs yells back, the sudden aggressiveness catching the battle-hardened and grizzled marine off guard. "That shit, that fucking concoction, that *Flux*-"

Flux. She spat the word like it was a curse. Some combat drug brewed up by the battalion stranded on Taurus-4 during their deployment. Before Eights was placed under her command.

"You're smart enough to know what it'll do to you." She finishes with a disappointed sigh.

"What I put in my body is my business. It helps me get work done, ma'am." They finally reply after a moment of silence.

A moment of silence that returned to the air, deafening, blinding, choking. Horribe in every regard.

But finally, with a deep breath, Briggs spoke again, her commanding voice easily heard despite her small size.

"I didn't want to, Pierce. But I'm ordering you. You will report to the ship's medical team, and you will seek treatment for your addiction. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am..."

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[localcryptic]

🍀, 🌂 and 🧠 for sterling and viper?

(i'm gonna answer these just a liiittle out of order to make the most sense lol)

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

both Sterling and Viper were originally made for a sci-fi world building project i had been working on! a lot of it is being reconstructed bc i'm not working on it with the person i started it with anymore, but a fun aspect of the world they belonged in was that, as it grew broader, i got to explore different subgenres within science fiction depending on the narrative i was following.

when sterling and viper ran together, they shared a gritty, almost cyberpunk criminal underground. after they broke up with each other, sterling moved on to a much calmer space age life (sort of like... the casual side of star wars? those things that normal people get up to on Coruscant or whatever while the skywalkers fuck around on another planet. i don't know i'm not a star wars expert), while viper stayed in this realm of sci-fi-film-noir-mystery.

if i were to swap them out of scifi entirely, sterling would fit in as a dedicated knight serving a princess in a romance novel and viper should be a villain in a mafia movie.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Sterling: some background: sterling was made before Viper, originally to match in a partnership with someone elses' OC, but the story has changed since then :) in the setting the two of them are originally from, a lot of the story takes place on board an intergalactic luxury space-cruiser, fitted with all the accommodations and entertainment needed for months abroad the vast void.

i wanted to combine the sultry air of a jazz club with space age fun, and so sterling became the bartender of a VIP club on board the cruiser. sterling is one of those ocs of mine where the biggest points of inspiration were just me going hmm... how do i make the sexiest motherfucker alive? and the answer was Beautiful Butch Bartenders Covered In Tattoos. so. they're just inspired by me going "That's Hot. God I Love Women." sigh. she's got a voice like smoke and whiskey and a hopelessly romantic heart.

Viper: viper came later in the process- i wanted to introduce more conflict to the world and thought "well, one way to do that is to just make the most obnoxious motherfucker imaginable!" and thus, The Viper was born. i was inspired by vampire stories, Every Femme Fatale Archetype At The Same Time, every sci-fi trope of shapeshifting aliens infiltrating your ship, the desire to draw someone covered in blood and Thrilled about it, and, again, whatever my brain thought was sexiest.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Sterling: the way their cocky, "tough shit" attitude gives way to an incredibly soft and awkward underbelly, when they feel comfortable enough to show it <3

Viper: the way they are just so fucking terrible. i really like to get into my ocs heads and figure out what makes them tick, why they act the way they act, what parts of them are real vs. projected, who they are as People. viper is my excuse to not overthink it for once. they are the way they are because they are so sucks! they are like that because they feel good when they screw people over on pupose! they are cruel and power hungry and greedy and selfish because they want to be! it's almost relaxing to let go of my standard of needing to understand them, because the answer is "they're a terrible cunt and i love them for it"

(thank you so much for asking !! its always exciting to talk about these two :3 ask game questions are here)

[glowingplant]

ahh! i have a lot of asura (in the sense i have a lot of characters in general) but here are a few for you <3 i think they're all cuties.. i hope you like them! i added a little info for each of them if anyone's interested :3c

Agent Xerit

an order of whispers medic, who sometimes does undercover work infiltrating the inquest (she's one of the healers i run for wvw!) she's going to spray you with chemicals (positive)

Virologist Koyyo

a scientist who left the inquest behind but has since been 'reacquired' (not entirely willingly) because he's a really valuable asset... he's kind of bitchy and doesn't think himself a great person, but he's actually sweet.

Illusionist Mori

an elegant mesmer who performs and assists her husband (ringmaster verrin, who belongs to my partner) in the circus he runs. she's seen equally often in her armour combo and the little outfit. i think of the outfit more as her 'performer's clothes' she's a good stepmum!

Magister Keelu

a magister of the priory, particularly interested in meteorlogy and the like. likes to look like a little princess. the definition of that meme of the blue eyes that stare into your soul. once she was old enough, she fled from the inquest where her mother, Statistician Anova raised her with her little sister, Astronomer Iddrin in tow

(both of those relations are on the account, but their not level 80 and so looks aren't complete yet <3... her sister Iddrin though uses astralaria, as they both are sort of celestial-themed legy users <3)

Innovator Virpia

funnily enough, Virpia is actually keelu's older half-sister from anova's previous marriage (pre-joining the inquest!), not that either of them know this! virpia runs her own krewe and to her knowledge is the youngest of three siblings (the next tow characters being those)

Demolitionist Arlo

the middle sibling of this trio! he's a bit empty in the brain, likes explosions, hence the job title! also a member of Virpia's krewe. he's a bit headempy. has a weird gay thing going on with a fellow krewe member

Advisor Lyza

the oldest of these three siblings! one of my fave characters! she's so funny! she thinks herself super important and above her siblings, because she's the advisor for Councilor Agana (my partner's oc!) of the arcane council, but really she's mostly a glorified secretary who gets no respect, except recently she's been tasked with doing some under the table liaising with, Liaison Tarris (my partner's oc!), an inquest agent. she is having toxic yuri with both of these women.

Apprentice Toola

weird little horsegirl who's very academic, and should be studying at her colleges (her parents believe this is what's happening) but she ran away to the circus! (the same circus Mori works at!) we love this for her. she's best friends with Mori's stepdaughter!

Dynamist Derra

got kicked out of too many krewes for being too rowdy! eventually, she ended up in Virpia's krewe, because they're a real chaotic bunch! she was my first asura on the account <3

Necrotechician Ivo

Derra's gf! also chaotic, and a member of Virpia's krewe. has a big fascination with necromancy and technology being fused (like Oola), and mostly researches that. has a big stylish hat. likes feathery things!

Assistant Zeevi

an ex inquest operative who left after not being treated great by his boss for like a decade? very scary sniper! <- which is mostly what his old boss asked him to do, while still treating him like a glorified secretary (he and Lyza would have a lot to talk about) mostly spends his time in southsun cove now

Optimizer Yzma

an absolute fave of mine! morally dubious scientist, but not an inquest member, despite the number of requests they send her asking her to join! she lives like a hermit out in mount maelstrom and has a weird on again off again relationship with Assembler Kaddri, who's next!

Assembler Kaddri

grumpy, Yzma's old lab partner, before things went sour. they still have a weird toxic yuri thing going on though. kid of a hypocrite who didn't take issue with Yzma's morally dubious research until it involved her brother, Ezell (up next!!) also, the sister to Anova, and so the aunt to all those little fuckers up there ^

Archivist Ezell

hermit-like archiver who is constantly pursued for his weird necromancy research he did like a decade ago at this point. the only one in this family who's not blonde I guess. he just likes being left alone with his books mostly. he's also, being Anova's brother, the uncle to all those guys ^

p.s. absolutely no hate towards you op, or anyone that does use this term, but if anyone wants to discuss my little guys, a small note that I personally don't like referring to my asura rats out of purely personal preference, so please just say asura for mine <3

I'm hurting super bad this morning (physical), so I would like to see the cutest rats you've got, GW2 community. Could you reblog this and just show em off?

[eyesoforpheus]

okay for the people who were interested in my ocs let me give you a basic introduction to the world i've been working on. i'm high so heads up

welcome to kaino it's a city but it's also a planet. this is because the city wraps around the entire planet. kaino is an artificially constructed planet that is alive and the government created and mostly controls. the kaino central government basically has control over weather and seasons and all that shit and they try to keep it as close to earth as possible. kaino (city) is very like...futuristic noir where people attempted to recreate like a billion different vibes and ended up with a sprawling jumble of different architectural styles and philosophies and then a healthy coating of noir landed on top of it.

one specific part of the kaino central government is KCAI, kaino citywide agency of intelligence. they're known for doing FBI type shit basically. now for some of my characters

freya almonte: (she/her) 33, private investigator, unwilling nepo baby extraordinaire. daughter to the president of KCAI, Leonardo Almonte. she was basically trained from birth to be the perfect agent and sort of Was for a while until she defected from KCAI when she was 28 and first became a depressive couch surfer failwoman and tried to do crime for a little bit but wasn't super good at crime and then later became a PI doing pretty fine. she's the type to wear her heart on her sleeve and then put on a jacket until she gets uncomfortable and then her heart is there again. dry, very good at getting in trouble, and smarter than people think she is.

inès anatolia: (she/any) 35, genderqueer in a slutty way woman in a scary way. inès is a current agent of KCAI and was freya's former partner. she was raised in one of the biggest crime syndicates in kaino and a Lot of shit got pinned on her pretty much the moment she turned 18 and could be tried as an adult. got rescued out of jail because of KCAI as they took her in and trained her for intelligence work in exchange for ending her sentence. extremely loyal to KCAI and leonardo. it didn't take much to let KCAI convince her freya was at fault for leaving. extremely clever and extremely brutal. she keeps an opaque facade of playfulness and flirt to hide the cold and efficient spy which is actually a facade to hide the mad mad sick with want lonely etc. her brain is constantly on work mode. uses a cane in her day to day but hides it at work.

bram ortiz-montgomery: (he/him, for now) 34, met freya during her Crime Era while he was doing suspicious coding work to pay the bills. they dated for like a week before he was like "i can tell you're still in love with your ex and i don't want to be a rebound. we should still be friends though" and they did continue to be friends who kissed sometimes. works a normal office job bc he wants to fit in with his extremely normal family but also does a lot of illegal computer-wizardry stuff. he's sort of become freya's Guy In The Chair and is trying to fight the part of himself that wants to live the life of crazy bullshit that freya leads because he just wants to be normal. he is a strange little man.

salem cadogan: (they/them) 29, inès' new partner at KCAI. an extremely work-focused and extremely literal person. a little naive but with good instincts and a lot of determination. grew up autistic and became an insanely skilled body language reader out of spite. wanted to be a KCAI agent as a kid and taught themself how to do all sorts of infiltration and communication and intelligence things and, as a result, is extremely skilled at strategy and combat, but not very good with social situations. doesn't really get inès' whole playful silly whimsy and knows it's fake but doesn't know why she's doing it. she also definitely just fucks with them to bewilder them. the two of them are actually really good as partners in work but they're just never as in sync as inès and freya were. they have a little bit of an inferiority complex about this.

freynès (freya + inès): ouagh. partners at KCAI for nearly 10 years. both brilliant in different ways (freya was an excellent strategist and inès was brilliant on her feet) and wildly different. they bickered a lot and then obviously fucked and then oh no they care about each other (even though they still also bicker). KCAI can't know about the two of them being that attached (especially in a way that might have been romantic) and so they kept it under wraps. they were extremely in tune with one another (which caused a LOT of fights) and were willing to take what the other gave. and then freya leaves. and it's sudden and dramatic and inès is sleeping an empty bad and freya is sleeping on a friend's floor. inès copes by carefully excising freya from her brain. she doesn't ever have to process her feelings if they are simply not allowed in her mind. she focuses all of her energy towards salem and the mission and being perfect. freya copes by being reckless and self destructive and unsafe and rewriting the inès in her brain to be horrible and cruel and sadistic so she never gets tempted to go back. they often end up pursuing similar leads and making everyone else in the room Uncomfortable with the amount of violent (literally) sexual tension and spite. freya wants to spite the inès in her head but she also just wants to sleep in the same bed as her again. inès wants to surgically remove every mark freya left on her but she also wants to pour them both a glass of wine and play card games. they hurt each other as a way of hurting themself. you get the vibes.

[missbutterworthless]

@sunshinemage strikes again!!

I got this absolutely stunning commission of my IF Oc Juniper Grimwood!!

Rory has just absolutely captured everything I imagined for Juni. I’m fully convinced she launched a secret mission to infiltrate my brain and lifted it directly!

And those curls! The freckles! The lighting! The necklaces! 👌

Definitely keep an eye out for any open commissions! They are well beyond worth it and Rory is a delight to work with!