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I am happy because everyone loves me

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Making a date everything oc because I'm crazy

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Everyone clap for non consensual body modification everybody loves a character whose body has been altered against their will

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the people who go "we shouldn't be so open about nudity because it could trigger someone's dysphoria" are like two steps max removed from "fat people being fat in public could trigger someone with an ed". like peoples' bodies are not the problem here, trying to restrict someone else's body because of how you personally feel is indistinguishable from conservative praxis. i'm sorry if that sounds harsh but there is basically no interpretation of "we need to control the bodies of [demographic]" that does not fall down the slippery slope of fascism.

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ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Another story of my oc Charles! This time we dive a little more into what his personal hell/eternal loop consisted off before he got dropped back into the real world!

This story mentions death, WW2 and blood.

It's also not proofread and English isn't my first language, literally wrote this under an hour.

Opening his eyes Charles stared up at the moon through the trees. The clouds drifting by dulled the little bit of light it provided him with. This felt familiar, like he's been through this before.

Sitting up with a groan, he looks around, vaguely making out shapes of people in the distance huddled around some trees and bushes. His unit, right. He was sent to the front with his unit to assist those already there and fighting.

Getting up, Charles dusted himself off. Catching a glimpse of his hands, he saw blood stains on his palms. He quickly shook that off, he had helped one of the men that had gotten injured, patching up the bullet wound.

Getting closer to his unit, it was quiet, too quiet for his tastes. Normally soft chatter could be heard, maybe they had spotted something that they didnt want to come and find them. Enemies maybe.

Grass rustling underneath his boots, he wanted to call out, tell them that it hadn't been his intention to drift off to sleep. Reaching a hand out to the man that was closest to him once he had crossed the small distance, Charles opened his mouth to speak as soon as his hand touched the other's shoulder.

Whatever he had wanted to say got stuck in his throat, his blood immediately running cold. The man, who's shoulder he had grasped, slumped over from his seated position against the tree. Charles crouched down and turned the man on his back. Empty eyes staring back up at him. Dead. Turning to look at the other men laying around, Charles made a small pitiful noise, they were all dead.

He couldn't dwell on the dead men surrounding him too long. A sudden pain shot through his right eye, a pained and loud shout left his mouth as he quickly grasped at the bleeding eye socket. Where had that shot come from? He hadn't even seen anyone else.

Tripping over a rock, Charles slid down a ledge and hit the ground hard.

It was a split second decision on his part, getting up and making a run for it. He had to get away, he couldn't allow himself to be the next soldier to die on this field. Stumbling and bumping into things, his head throbbed with the new found pain. He couldn't see properly, his depth perception being thrown off completely.

Gasping as if he was out of breath, Charles shot up, immediately wincing as he could feel everything in his body aching. He was covered in sweat, it was hot. Why was it hot. Why was the thing he was laying on soft, where was he.

Laying back down, his vision was still not optimal. But he managed to make out a figure standing at the end of the hospital bed. A man, tall and well built.

People were quick to come to his side, trying to guide him to lay back down again. He didnt even get the chance to ask anyone anything, a burning and painful sensation in the back of his throat prevented him from doing so. He felt horrible.

A faint whisper left his mouth,

"Steve.."

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ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

This is just a little short one shot that I've written for an oc of mine! I'm a little nervous to post this but I wanted to share this regardless. This oc has been on my mind for weeks now and has really helped me get out of a creative slump that I had slipped into! Hope you enjoy♡

Being blinded by sudden bright sunlight was the last thing he had expected, he's been so used to the dark environment that he had almost forgotten what the sun felt like on his skin. Grass tickled his skin, it felt different, real.

Curling up in himself in pain, the man was panting, gasping for air. His hand coming up to touch the right side of his face, a gaping wound where his eye once was. It hurt like hell, touching it only made it worse.

He heard people around him, shouting to each other, a language he hasn't heard in a long time. He didn't care to try and remember at the moment, he wanted to curl up in a ball and die. The pain was unbearable now that he wasn't constantly running on adrenalin. He flinched hard when a hand suddenly touched him, the man tried to swipe the hand away. But his sudden movement only made it worse for himself, a pained sound coming from the back of his throat.

The people were talking to each other, soft murmurs around him. They tried to get him up from the ground, or atleast in a seated position. He allowed himself to be moved, his head was spinning, the man highly doubted he would've gotten up on his own.

Looking up and trying to soak in the environment he had found himself in, the bright sun hurt his good eye. Groaning he closed his eye. Logically he knew he should get adjusted to it, but he didn't want to put himself through more pain than he was already experiencing.

More hushed talking around him, some words he could recognise, a germanic language. Eventually a question was asked, he tried to answer, but he couldn't find his voice. His throat burning as he attempted to speak.

Shaking his head in frustration, he let out a heavy sigh. A hand was felt on his shoulder, it should've been something that was warm and grounding, but right now it just made the man flinch again. Another hand reached for his dogtags, Its a miracle he still had those on his being after everything that had happened to him.

"Monroe, Charles," a voice calls out, having read the man's name on the dogtags. His one good eye shot open, looking at the man that was kneeling down next to him. He had almost forgotten what his own name sounded like. His reaction seemed to confirm everything that the man kneeling down next to him needed to know. Turning towards the other people standing nearby, things were being discussed, a phone call was made.

Charles stared at everything the group did, everything was suddenly happening so fast he could feel his head spinning again by trying to keep up. His vision became blurry and his body felt weak. Before he could even make a sound of alarm, he felt his consciousness slipping as darkness overtakes him once more. But this time he wouldn't wake up alone. Not anymore.

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ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

This is just a little short one shot that I've written for an oc of mine! I'm a little nervous to post this but I wanted to share this regardless. This oc has been on my mind for weeks now and has really helped me get out of a creative slump that I had slipped into! Hope you enjoy♡

Being blinded by sudden bright sunlight was the last thing he had expected, he's been so used to the dark environment that he had almost forgotten what the sun felt like on his skin. Grass tickled his skin, it felt different, real.

Curling up in himself in pain, the man was panting, gasping for air. His hand coming up to touch the right side of his face, a gaping wound where his eye once was. It hurt like hell, touching it only made it worse.

He heard people around him, shouting to each other, a language he hasn't heard in a long time. He didn't care to try and remember at the moment, he wanted to curl up in a ball and die. The pain was unbearable now that he wasn't constantly running on adrenalin. He flinched hard when a hand suddenly touched him, the man tried to swipe the hand away. But his sudden movement only made it worse for himself, a pained sound coming from the back of his throat.

The people were talking to each other, soft murmurs around him. They tried to get him up from the ground, or atleast in a seated position. He allowed himself to be moved, his head was spinning, the man highly doubted he would've gotten up on his own.

Looking up and trying to soak in the environment he had found himself in, the bright sun hurt his good eye. Groaning he closed his eye. Logically he knew he should get adjusted to it, but he didn't want to put himself through more pain than he was already experiencing.

More hushed talking around him, some words he could recognise, a germanic language. Eventually a question was asked, he tried to answer, but he couldn't find his voice. His throat burning as he attempted to speak.

Shaking his head in frustration, he let out a heavy sigh. A hand was felt on his shoulder, it should've been something that was warm and grounding, but right now it just made the man flinch again. Another hand reached for his dogtags, Its a miracle he still had those on his being after everything that had happened to him.

"Monroe, Charles," a voice calls out, having read the man's name on the dogtags. His one good eye shot open, looking at the man that was kneeling down next to him. He had almost forgotten what his own name sounded like. His reaction seemed to confirm everything that the man kneeling down next to him needed to know. Turning towards the other people standing nearby, things were being discussed, a phone call was made.

Charles stared at everything the group did, everything was suddenly happening so fast he could feel his head spinning again by trying to keep up. His vision became blurry and his body felt weak. Before he could even make a sound of alarm, he felt his consciousness slipping as darkness overtakes him once more. But this time he wouldn't wake up alone. Not anymore.

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"I should have died that day, part of me did."

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

I would like to introduce a new oc that I have been thinking about quite a lot lately! Meet Charles Theodore Monroe, better known as Charlie, a childhood friend of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. One that signed up for the army as one of the medics that were desperately needed!

During one of the missions he was sent on with his unit, something went wrong, he triggered something that was not meant for him and it made him dissappear from the world. Only leaving his helmet, note book and backpack behind, no trace of him left. People quickly came to the conclusion that he had passed away, despite no one being able to find a body.

Stuck in an enternal loop where he would experience the last traumatic things that had happened to him on repeat, Charles soon enough started to wonder if he had done something wrong, if he had done something to deserve this. Years passed by, but he never kept count on how much time had passed, unable to. The loop got broken by something, destruction happening at the sight that he had disappeared from in 1945.

Plunged into a new world, confused, hurt, covered in blood, an eye less and severly traumatised. Charles was picked up by Shield after they had been alerted by the people who found him. Hoping they could prevent more harm being done to the disheveled WW2 soldier who had been presumed dead all those years ago.

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"I should have died that day, part of me did."

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

I would like to introduce a new oc that I have been thinking about quite a lot lately! Meet Charles Theodore Monroe, better known as Charlie, a childhood friend of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. One that signed up for the army as one of the medics that were desperately needed!

During one of the missions he was sent on with his unit, something went wrong, he triggered something that was not meant for him and it made him dissappear from the world. Only leaving his helmet, note book and backpack behind, no trace of him left. People quickly came to the conclusion that he had passed away, despite no one being able to find a body.

Stuck in an enternal loop where he would experience the last traumatic things that had happened to him on repeat, Charles soon enough started to wonder if he had done something wrong, if he had done something to deserve this. Years passed by, but he never kept count on how much time had passed, unable to. The loop got broken by something, destruction happening at the sight that he had disappeared from in 1945.

Plunged into a new world, confused, hurt, covered in blood, an eye less and severly traumatised. Charles was picked up by Shield after they had been alerted by the people who found him. Hoping they could prevent more harm being done to the disheveled WW2 soldier who had been presumed dead all those years ago.

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People still tend to lump JK Rowling in with the category of ~problematic artists~ and I need everyone to understand that is not the problem with her. She is not comparable to anyone who wrote a piece of fiction you hate, or someone who made rude comments in 2015 and has since learned better.

She is far more like Elon Musk. She is a radicalized person with an extreme amount of social and financial power, and for YEARS she has been using that power to try to influence her government into hurting vulnerable people, on purpose. And she has succeeded. THAT is the problem with her, and THAT is why spending money on her books is so dangerous, not because her books aged badly.

Critiquing her work is fine, of course (I personally was never a fan so I really don’t care) but you NEED to understand that fiction is not the main issue here. And I truly think acting like she’s the same as the rest of any giant list of ~problematic creators of the week~ waters down how dangerous she is.

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Have some headshot sketches of my Tua ocs while I try to fight through my artblock

These suckers will be getting a marvel au because I'm trapped in that hyperfixation again

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Feel free to take this idea and run with it people, I'm doing my own little version of it including my two ocs🏃

Random ass idea that came to me in a vision

But an Umbrella Academy power swap au. Everyone's favourite Hargreeves have gotten themselves in quite a mess where their powers have been swapped with each other, and now they need to figure everything out again from the beginning.

Might write something based off this idea, who knows

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Random ass idea that came to me in a vision

But an Umbrella Academy power swap au. Everyone's favourite Hargreeves have gotten themselves in quite a mess where their powers have been swapped with each other, and now they need to figure everything out again from the beginning.

Might write something based off this idea, who knows

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some fandom disagreements are like "I see your point but I think this other aspect of the narrative is more significant," and some are like "I don't think you can read."

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I LOVE being autistic and trying to communicate because every time it’s

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Hello, I saw your ask game! Give me your Hargreeves sibling OCs and their edit songs please!

I know you're currently very much in the Marvel zone, but I'm really clueless on all things Marvel ^^"

Also how are you doing? I've been really bad at keeping in touch ^^"

Don't worry, the disaster siblings are always in the back of my mind <3

I'll be giving them each 4 songs! Ranging from angsty edits people would make to those typical sexy ones!

Uma Hargreeves

Kitty Kat - Megan Thee Stallion

Headlock - Imogen Heap

Lunch - Billie Eilish

Cola - Lana Del Rey

Leon Hargreeves

Anxiety - Doechii

Hey Mickey! - Baby Tate

Me and the devil - Soap&Skin

P*rnstar - Nessa Barrett

Erusa Hargreeves

Guess - Charli xcx ft. Billie Eilish

Breakfast - Dove Cameron

Like Jennie - JENNIE

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

Orpheus Hargreeves

Tous le mêmes - Stromae

Shadow - Sidewalks and Skeletons

The Wolf - SIAMES

Hit em up style (Oops!) - Blu Cantrell

Honourable mention for a Hargreeves family edit: Harpy Hare - Yaelokre

Give me an oc and I'll tell you which songs they'd be edited to!