#Oc and Cannon interaction

[blackdragonmedicdean]

Finally finished this and decided to post it based on a new au version of Dean I have. Sorry if some of the characters ooc. (and for the number of tags)

Dean limped slowly as he tried his best to make his way through the lab halls a bag on his back and his stuffed toy in his arms. He was making his way to find some way to call someone for help, trying to remember where the communications room was, knowing he passed it a few times with the guards. When they would take him for testing, he also remembered passing the guards’ room too, where they kept weapons maybe he could find something to protect himself. Coming to a split hallway that went left and right he saw more bodies strewn on the floor, causing him to let out a small whimper as he carefully turned left and stepped over someone only to stop for a moment. Looking back, he leaned down and picked up the nearby maul that seemed to have lighting coming off it along with the knife the man had. After doing so, he reached out and gently shut the man’s eyes before saying “I-I need to barrow t-these just for now o-okay?” he asked even if the other wouldn’t respond. Turning on his heels once again he kept moving, stopping from time to time to hide when he thought he heard a noise before moving on when it went away. Coming to the security room he stopped when he saw shadows moving about and peeking in he saw the monsters from before. Dean looked in a bit more and gave a small gasp, seeing one of the scientist on the floor being consumed by the bug monster his eyes starting out-of-focus right at him. Closing his eyes tightly, he slowly backed away and kept on moving, trying to not cry knowing it would just make it come after him. Turning, he made haste down the hall to where the comms room would be and ran in, closing the door behind him, using what he could find to block it. Sliding down against the wall once he was done taking a few gasps of air, trying to calm himself before he got up and went over to the console where he tried to find the button that would call for help. As he was looking it over, a bang behind him caused him to jump and hit the first button he could find.

Taking a deep breath, the words tumbled out talking about strange bug like monsters and needing help before the door flew off its hinges. Causing him to scream out in fear and do his best to dodge the creature as it let out a loud screech as it went after him. Dean gave a yelp of pain as it scratched him as it swiped at him before he could get fully out of the way and ran out the door as it chased him. He screamed and cried as he ran from it, begging it to leave him alone and to just go away as he ran as fast as he small legs could carry him. The boy saw an exit in site only to trip and fall his bag slipping off and his stuffed toy flying out of his arms gasping out he quickly tried to crawl over to grab it. But was stopped when a sharp pain shot through his leg and looked back to see that he had been pinned by the monster who gave a loud screech in response before it leaned down to him. Dean could only sob out before being cut off as he felt a pain spread through his chest and rest of his body before a loud popping sound was heard along with yelling and everything went dark.

Titus was standing with Chairon and Gadriel as they waited with Lord Calgar to listen to a distress beacon that had come in with a message being told they’d want to hear it. He, along with his brothers listened to the message it sounded like a child begging for help talking about bug like creatures and how they were eating people. Even tho the boy didn’t know what the name of these bugs’ monsters were, they did having fought the tyranids before a loud bang was heard. Followed by the familiar screeching of the bug menace and the child’s fearful scream before silence took over. Around him everyone shifted uneasily at the eerie silence that followed by looking ready to take on the nids a look of determination on their faces. Nearby, Calgar was talking to Tigurius to see if the other could still sense the child’s presence, saying he did but they had to make haste if they wanted to save them and who ever else was in danger. So, with that, they all got ready to head out, gathering their gear and headed to the bulkhead pilling in ready for a fight. It took an hour to make it to the planet’s surface as Titus and the others moved as a unit firing on any tyranid they came across. They were making their way to where the signal had come from, stepping over branches and foliage before they came to what looked to be an abandon hospital. Moving in closer, Tigurius stopped for a moment before dashing forward quickly to the doors “we need to move now!” he said as he tried to get the doors open the others moving to help him.

As they pulled the doors open a crack, a scream was heard, causing them all to stop for a moment before doubling their efforts. Finally getting the doors open they watched as the foul bug used its knife like apendange to impale the boy, causing Tigurius to scream out a no while Calgar unloaded bolter after bolter round into the creature. Titus followed his old friend’s suit and fired upon the creature until it lay dead on the ground a look of sadness crossing his face realizing they had all been too late. He turned to look at his brothers to see if they were okay looking at the slight somber looks on their face before he saw that Tigurius had moved over to the boy along with Calgar. Both men were looking the boy over before Lord Calgar looked up “APOTHECARIES HERE NOW!” he barked out to the two apothecaries standing nearby. Hearing this, the two surged forward and started to work on the boy who looked to be still alive if barely handing on others were ordered to do a sweep of the place to see if anymore survivors could be found.

But nothing but bodies were found before they about clearing any tyranids that could be found along the way along with some information found on some computers. Titus remained with Calgar and the others guarding the front entrance before he noticed Chairon out the corner of his eye pick up a bag and stuffed toy. He watched Gadriel come over and look the items over “poor kid must have been trying to escape when the attacked happen…even had a weapon too and didn’t get to use the damn thing… bastards” was all the Sargent said. Both hummed in agreement to this as the others came back to give a report on what was found, meaning this kid was the only survivor of the attack. Calgar gave a nod to this before looking down at the boy who looked to be stabilized now but needed to be moved now. Looking up, he ordered everyone to move out as they got the boy put on a make shift stretcher and was carried out back to the transport ship along with the others following suit. The ride back was spent in an intense silence as they landed and the boy was taken to the medical bay by the two apothecaries. Titus and the others had been given permission to take a bit of time to relax before a debrief would happen as Calgar went to inform the Chaplin of what had happened along with giving files that had been found to the techs to look over. He and the others handed their armor over to the serifs before getting cleaned up and putting on much more relaxing attire before heading to his room to talk.

The men talked about the kid and how he was doing and if he’d pull through the three were confused tho wondering why they were worried for the kid when it looked like he wasn’t an astartes. Yeah, they didn’t show the same amount of concern the Salamanders did to civilians, but something about this kid worried them all, like something in their hearts told them he was a battle brother. Gadriel was frowning as this was mentioned “I don’t know why but when that tyranid impaled the kid something like a righteous furry filled me and I can’t explain it” he tells the two men as he leaned against the wall arms crossed. Chairon who sat cross-legged on the floor gave a hum to this “I know the feeling brother I think we all did, what worries me was brother Tigurius’s reaction never seen him act like that” he tells them. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Titus was about to say something when Lord Calgar entered the room with the chief librarian in tow. The man said something, causing Chairon the blush and stammer out and apologize to the man who simply chuckled telling him it was alright that he was just showing concern. Before they turned their attention to the Chapter master who showed he had something important to share with them that he already had with others.

Calgar looked at the three of them for a moment before taking a deep breath and explaining the situation to them about the boy and the files that had been found. He watched as a look of abject horror crossed their faces when he said that the boy had the same amount of organs as an astartes had when going through the process. Not only that, but what looked to be a patchwork of a gene seed was found in his body, tho they didn’t remove it from him, not wanting it to have adversely affect the boy. Calgar stopped for a moment before looking to see Tigurius put a hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to go on. “One of the pieces of the gene-seed seemed to be from Lord Guilliman, but the other two are unknown,” he finishes as silence takes over. No one spoke or said a word until Chairon worked up the courage. “Can we go see him, my lord?” he asked Calgar as he slowly stood on shaky legs, a look of hope crossing his face for a moment. He gave a slight smile to this and gave a nod. “Yes, but be quiet when you walk in; there was a bit of a complication during the surgeries, and the apothecaries said he needs his rest,” he tells the three men. The three men saluted him before walking out of the room to go see the child as he left with Tigurius to go send a report to Lord Guilliman about what had just transpired and about the situation with the boy.

[di-loves-coffee]

Jason Todd x a character I’m making up on the spot.

•—•~•—•The Archivist•—•~•—•

Jason walked into the library, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket.

It would’ve been a sight that seemed odd to anyone who didn’t know him, a big and burly guy like him wasn’t usually the kind of person you’d expect to walk into a library.

But Barbara greeted him from the desk with a smile when he came into her sight nonetheless, exactly like she always did.

“Hey, Jay, your tea’s on the counter in the back, Tim dropped it off.” Barbara called over to him as he approached the desk her voice spent and edged from dozens of not-yet-cooled drinks and directing people around.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll grab it Babs.” Jason replied back easily, slipping behind the counter with a practiced ease and stepping into the back room.

Jason’s irises scanned the room— a habit he could never leave with his vigilante suit— and spotted his tea on the counter. But also a figure he didn’t recognize. Back turned to him and busy sorting files on one of the library’s carts.

That was a strange sight, last Jason remembered there shouldn’t have been anyone working. Barbara should have been the only one at the counter and working the back room. Louise didn’t start her shift until six when Babs clocked out.

Jason’s eyes roamed over the stranger, taking them in with the through gaze of a bat. Their plummy-auburn hair was presumedly cut into medium length, seeing as it was tied into a twist with a fancy hair stick. The end of which was decorated to look like a sword.

“‘Re y’ a newhire?” Jason called out before he could think twice on it, his Crime Alley accent slipping out easily. The way it did when he wasn’t around stuffy high-class folk.

The stranger startled and snapped around, eyes wide in confusion, clearly not expecting someone else’s presence in the room. She stumbled over her words to find an answer to him, “A– ah, yeah, it’s my first day.”

She let her words hang in the air for a moment before she elaborated on what she did to fill the space once she realized he wasn’t going to, “I–’m the new archivist. Sorting all the old paperwork.”

Jason nodded along, patiently letting her fumble through her words before offering up an introduction and an explanation of why he was in the backroom.

“I’m Jason, Barbara’s a family friend so me and my family tend to be around a lot.” Jason decided to finally pick up the to-go cup on the counter and test if the barista at whatever spot Tim had picked it up from messed up his order.

He was pleased to find that it was almost to his expectations. Even if it didn’t compare to Alfred’s.

“I’m Elanor… Elanor Finnley,” the young woman— Elanor provided as she smoothed out the long skirt that flowed around her calves, Jason noted that it paired well with her sweater as well. “I– just moved from Star City.”

One of Jason’s dark brows raised at that information, setting his cup down on the counter as he regarded her with a look that might have been concern or curiosity— who really knew?

“Star City’s pretty far from Gotham, ‘n’t it? Why move so far?”

“Oh, well— I was getting my degrees at the university there, moved back home once I was done” Elanor explained, going back to her sorting now that she’d calmed down.

They settled into quiet after that. Jason knew he should’ve likely been leaving, but he found himself lingering.

It was… strangely comfortable to be around her. Jason found himself wanting to know more about her.

He…. He might start to visit the library more often..

[lemoonthetwink]

I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN

[starry-heavens]

After the final Abyss quest

Cannoneer: I learned a valuable lesson from this.

Rin: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lesson you actually should’ve taken away…

Cannoneer: DEATH ISN’T REAL AND I AM BASICALLY GOD!

[greyspirehollow]

Chains

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x Liam (mc oc) ; platonic Fandom : The Arcana visual novel Warnings : angst ; hurt/comfort (still not good at warning tags grgrg)

Summary : Reverse ending ; Thinking they have betrayed him by aiding Liam becoming the new Patron Arcana of Death, the Devil punishes Valdemar (nothing related to assault, don't worry). But this cruel treatment will not go unnoticed...

The room was dark. The only source of light was the faint red glow of the chains that bound the Quaestor kneeling to the floor. The air was filled with the scent of burnt papers and parchments. They could still feel the trace of the quiet tears they'd shed when the Devil left, despite keeping their face as expressionless as possible. They were pretty sure they had bruises, and the tip of their right horn threatened to fall off at any moment because of how they'd struggled against their binds. They knew their labcoat was scratched, and that their bandages were loose. They could feel strands of hair tickle the skin of their cheeks. This... was simply cruel. Unjustified. After their centuries, their millenias of loyal services, how could the Devil possibly treat them like this?? They hadn't crossed any lines, not in the terms of their deal at least... So why? Their gaze remained on the floor as they let their thoughts consume them. What else could they possibly be doing? Struggle against the chains some more? To what end? They wouldn't yield.

But their train of thoughts was interrupted by the distant muffle of voices...

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In the corridors, some of Death's troupes looked around the rooms, opening every door they could, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. The skeletons were quick and efficient as Death advanced slowly, surveilling the operation. His cape flowed softly with each step he took. The skeletal soldier's search was fruitless so far, but it was also interrupted by a red figure down the hall. "...Vulgora." Death muttered, similarly to a greeting. Probably posted there to guard the halls, the Pontifex yielded a double bit great axe. But their expression lacked the usual bloodthirst and thrill of battle. As if... They didn't want to fight. Death was skeptical ; they'd always loved fighting. But he didn't have time to reflect upon that much : they charged at his soldiers, determined, and made the bones cackle and fall to the ground each time they'd seem them rebuild themselves. Death marched towards them, and drew their sword. He did well, because the Pontifex charged at him next. He blocked their attack, momentarily face to face with them. "They're on the second floor" if it could've conveyed confusion, Death's skeletal face would've upon hearing Vulgora's words. "The last door to the left." They sounded... worried. Death nodded and pushed them off, letting them pretend to fight off part of his troupes and taking only three soldiers with him as they rushed upstairs. He heard the Pontifex pretend to chase after them, and give up once he was halfway up the stairs. He climbed the marches one after the other.

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The sounds and muffled voices grew closer. Valdemar couldn't make out the words being said -what was the point, anyway?- but could only distinguish the clinking of metal on the floor. The steps grew closer.

"General ! They're in here !"

what...?

The door was pound against, exactly five times, before it fell off its hinges, hitting the floor with a loud thud and blowing an air current that made them squint their eyes, in addition to the sudden pool of light red light pouring from outside the dark room. They caught the glimpse of four silhouettes, three human sized ones and another, more imposing, standing in the center. The three smaller frames returned into the corridor, and seemed to go keep an eye on the surrounding area, the light they basked in revealing skeletons in armor. The Quaestor's gaze then landed on the fourth shadow : it slowly started approaching. On the floor, it noticed the carcasses of journals, books, files and parchments. And a copious amount of them, too... Two little green lights served as eyes to them, and Vlademar recognized those. Their teeth greeted together, but they couldn't find anything to tell him. Liam. The reason they were in this mess in the first place... That foolish necromancer, taking the place of the thirteenth major Arcana... They briefly looked back at the ground, but their head instantly snapped back up as they saw him crouch down beside a burnt book, about to touch the crispy pitch black pages. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF THAT!!" They shouted, instinctively getting up on their feet, only to be dragged back down by the red chains, drawing a pained grunt out of them. Their shoulders hunched slightly. Liam's hand immobilized in the air and he looked at them. They briefly wished they could still read his expression in this moment... "...Your research." he simply commented. They knew he was right. He got up, and slowly walked towards them. Their gaze was suddenly drawn to his sword, as it morphed into a scythe in his hand. They looked up right at those greenish lights he had for eyes now, their gaze unwavering. Death towered over them... They looked at him grip the weapon with both hands and raise it above his skull. He was going to do it, wasn't he? They weren't even mad. They found themselves... Strangely determined. Fine. After all, maybe it was the greatest service he could make them in th-

SHCLANK.

THUD.

....

....

..

The chains...

He'd aimed for the chains. Eyes wide, they looked at one of the metallic binds that was snapped in two by the scythe, and had fallen to the ground. Liam then snapped the other one.

SHCLANK.

THUD.

They felt the remaining ones around their body loosen, setting their upper body free. They looked at their shaky hands, and then back up at Liam.. Confused. He'd crouched down to their level. Despite the lack of... basically anything that could convey emotions on his face, they felt no ill will or threatening aura coming from him. As if... He wanted... to help...

"Do you think you can walk?"

The lich's raspy and otherworldly voice asked. "How can I possibly trust you?" was their immediate response, which they briefly regretted. Liam didn't seem fazed however. Even... Understanding. He removed the glove of his right hand, exposing his bones to the dark room's air, and reached for one of the burnt books that laid at their feet. They were about to protest again, gripping his wrist to yank it away from the fragile paper, but as soon as one of his bony digits made contact with it, it's as if the book was reborn. The pages found their normal consistency, and their handwriting appeared through the book again. Their jaw hung slack in a mix of confusion and bewilderment. "I thought... Y-you said it didn't work with..." they looked back at his orbits, inhabited by those two green lights, their gaze unable to hide their emotion. "This is... One of Death's tricks. A very brief reversal of time. It only works on objects..." He replied, as he got up and removed his other glove, going around and picking one by one the journals, the files and parchments, each seemingly coming back to life as he touched them. Valdemar was stuck in shock, still on their knees on the floor, the overwhelming amount of emotions swarming them without a single warning. He... He had to have ulterior motives. It couldn't be out of... kindness. Their brows furrowed "What do you want?? wh-why are you doing this?!" as they got back up on their feet, their hands slightly shaky. Liam looked back at them "...Do I need a reason to help a friend?"

...

Friend...? "You mean... Fiend." "I mean... Friend." Shock appeared on their features once more. Death took a slight breath and spoke up again : "But if it is easier for you, consider this a thank you for helping me get where I am now. A... Payback, if you will." he paused, turning around to face them "But the truth is, I only wish to help." The Quaestor stood there, dumbfounded, their brows knitted together due to... Whatever emotion they were currently feeling. They observed as Liam went around the room, picking up each and every single document that the Devil had previously burnt right before their eyes. They watched as he carefully arranged it all in a pile, then a mount as more and more documents were added. They took a few steps forward, their shaky hand reaching for one of the journals, flipping through the pages, then reaching for another one, and another, and another... Tears welled up in their eyes as they held at least a dozen against their chest, crumbling back to their knees and hunching protectively over them, as if they'd vanish if they let go. Their researches... Their life's work, their reason to live... Nearly wiped out like a speck of dust. They couldn't help the tears. Yes, they could muffle their sobs, and yes, they could hide their face against the pile of journals, but they couldn't stop the subtle shaking of their shoulders... Nor the bony hand that gently settled on their back and started caressing it soothingly, Liam crouching beside them.

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After a while of such deep and sudden emotions, Death stood back up, ordering his three soldiers to fetch the others, so all of them could carry the mount of documents out of this place. Valdemar took with them as much as they could, their legs slightly wobbly from the whole ordeal, as they, Death, and the soldiers hurried downstairs. They left the damned halls of the Devil's palace, and at the entrance, the Quaestor's eyes widened as they laid upon a familiar centaur-like figure. The horse skull turned to look at them "well, would you look at that! Quaestor Valdemar, in the flesh. It's been a while" Death. Their throat tightened and they looked at the ground in shame. This... All of this was starting to become a little too much. "Cut them some slack" Liam spoke softly, patting Death's flank. "I'm going to need you to carry them home. The Devil's not been kind with them..." Death nodded, although slightly bitter, lowering themselves so Valdemar could mount them, while the lich walked on foot. The Quaestor desperately clung to the journals in their arms, and as the gentle rocking motion of Death's pace nudged them, they felt exhaustion start to close onto them, despite their best attempt to keep their eyes open and surveil the soldiers which carried the rest of their researches.

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They woke up in what looked like a cottage, resting on a couch, with a thick blanket over them and a plush pillow under their head. They blinked awake, looking around, noticing Liam sitting at a table. The lich was studying what looked like maps ; there was a warm fire going in the fireplace. Their eyes lingered on the flames for a while before returning to Liam. They observed his skeletal hands carefully holding the paper, before their red eyes looked out the window, into the snowy forest around. The sight felt much less dreadful than they remember. The soft creaking of Liam's chair drew their attention. "Ah, you're awake. How do you feel?" It was... paradoxal to have Death sound so soothing... Or maybe it wasn't. "...Better." Warm. "That is great to hear." he put the map down on the wooden table, getting up to reach for a set of keys and picked two from it. He then walked over to Valdemar and gently placed the keys in their hand. "It's to access a small shed I have built nearby. I've made it so your research could be stored there, in Death's realm." yet another emotional blow for Valdemar. But of gratitude, this time. They closed their eyes and let out a soft sigh to keep their composure. "...Thank you." Liam nodded. "It's my pleasure." He was about to return to his table when Valdemar gripped his sleeve. He turned around. They'd stood up ; they seemed to be contemplating something. Their eyes briefly scanned Liam up and down, before they gulped and extended their arms, before wrapping them around him, in a clumsy hug. A warm feeling spread in the lich's chest as he embraced their smaller frame back.

Valdemar could've never guessed Death's embrace could ever be this soft and welcoming.

[rotten-machinery]

I thought of this goofy little au idea a while back, so imma write it down. well anyways i think imma call it City AU!! instead of there being huge superstructures that the ancients lived on, there are huge cities (duh!) guarded off by tall walls. (don't try to climb over the wall, you'll not only fail but probably break a leg). these giant cities will ussualy be in groups, with the grand master of cabinets living in the capital. well most of the ancient lore is literally unchanged except for iterator lore!!!! iterator lore is changed a lot!! Iterators are off the string in this au, and often accompany their admins or council members to business meetings and jobs. an iterator is sort of like a mascot for their council, with it being only 1 iterator per council (ON AVERAGE. the max amount of iterators per council is like 4 i think). currently thinking of more lore for it, but for now its a lighthearted off the string modern type of au!!

anyways here is one of the drawings for this au!! more will be drawn later!

[venomousbats]

A Sebastian from Pressure inspired oc named Aleksey :3

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

Lizzie feels like she’s been falling in the void for longer than usual. She doesn’t make a habit of this often, so maybe her view on how long this is supposed to go is skewed, but she’s pretty sure she should be dead by now. Almost certain, in fact. She started suffocating a while ago, and now that’s stopped in favor of a steady nothing where her lungs should be. Maybe she is dead?

It’s around when Lizzie starts thinking this that she notices the woman falling next to her.

She doesn’t scream, though it’s only because you make no noise in the void and there’s no air in her lungs to scream with. Similarly, there’s no way for her to ask “Who are you?”, though not for lack of trying. When she opens her mouth, nothing more than a croak comes out, and the void itself is cold on her tongue.

“Hi,” the woman eventually says, giving Lizzie a long look. She’s about Lizzie’s height and build, from what Lizzie can tell at the awkward angle that falling next to each other affords. It has blond hair and bright green eyes, and their navy blue captain's coat billows around them and almost blends into the void around the pair. Lizzie knows immediately that she’s never seen them before.

“Sorry, I know this must be strange for you,” she continues. “I was told you were still relatively new to this whole thing, and now even death is getting shaken up. This is your second time around, right?”

Lizzie nods. The woman’s tone is gentle, matching a soft look in her eyes. If the look had come from anyone else, Lizzie might’ve thought it was pity, but from them, it’s something like understanding.

“Right, ok. Well, I know this isn’t usually how these things go, but I’m here to help you move on.”

Lizzie wants to ask the woman why it’s helping her, rather than the usual person, tall and dark and rarely this talkative, but all she does is nod. The woman smiles.

“Alright then. Now, protocol for dying in the void is a little weird, here. It’s never happened before, so congrats on pioneering a new death!”

Lizzie tries to snicker at that, and the woman pales a bit.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that, that’s not-”

Lizzie waves her hands slightly, trying to tell them it’s ok, and they take a breath. From her spot next to Lizzie, the woman slowly reaches out a hand.

“We’re almost out of here now, Lizzie. All you have to do is take my hand.”

Lizzie no longer cares for questions; why they know her name, why it's here, who she is. All she cares for now is an offer of contact, and she takes the woman’s hand. Despite it all, their skin is warm.

continue reading on AO3 here!

[iniini]

Idk here’s some doodles

[ratunderneathahat]

Lesbian ships>>>>>>

[thatkirbynerd]

Even more doodles of Clover they were not lying that brain is indeed rotting

Ft another oc of mine who falls into the same trope ball sphere thing as Brulo (Clover is not the smartest person)

[esides9912]

I don't really rp much, left the fandoms I used to rp in, but for all my friends who still rp in some fashion this is for you!

► reblog to let your mutuals know that... YOUR RP BLOG IS NOT TIME-SENSITIVE!

...That there is NO time limit or expiration date on asks, memes or threads.

...That your partners NEVER need to feel they have to apologise for not responding to a thread or ask yet.

...That you welcome replies to "OLD" threads and memes, even if they've been sitting quietly untouched for weeks or months.

...That there is NEVER any pressure or obligation for your partners to reply until they feel the drive and enthusiasm to do so.

...That YOU will happily respond to things at YOUR OWN leisure, and you would like your partners to feel comfortable doing the same.

Not everybody enjoys running their blog this way and that's a-okay. But removing the idea that RP interactions are something that can "expire" or that the asks in your inbox have an unspoken "due-date", takes the pressure off of both your partners and yourself and can help bust feelings of stress/anxiety from the hobby. Reblog to let your partners know that you're just jazzed to receive new writing from them, whenever it comes.

[xxinkys-ocsxx]

Question 11 for Honey :

"If they saw Vanellope getting bullied by the other sugar rush racers, what would your oc do?"

If honey saw Vanellope getting bullied I feel like she'd end up scaring them all by accident lol. like, let's say for whatever reason Honey was in sugar rush on her motorcycle with her helmet on and everything and as she was driving around she saw the kids getting a bit rough with her she'd pull up just to check if everything is okay. Now picture your a child and some random lady in a bee helmet pulls up on a giant bike that could in fact crush you. Terrifying right? So yeah, I don't think she'd mean to scare them off but she would and I think Vanellope would find her pretty cool :)

[blackdragonmedicdean]

Dean: falls down the stairs Medic: Are you okay? Captain Winters: Stop falling down the stairs! Cloaker: How’d the ground taste?

[exquisitexagony]

i finally did some drafts today :D i still have 4 left. and i'm literally putting together 2 blogs right now but like this for me to come find a starter of yours to reply to!! and consider this a permanent reverse starter call, so like it whenever you want because I'm tired of posting new ones all the time

[whydontirememberanything]

[Non Cannon interaction below due to different timelines]

“ 𝙷𝚎𝚢!! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛, 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢… 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕! “

“ 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛… 𝙾𝚍𝚍.. “

OoC // Wow okay stealing my idea that Goggles gave the device to the character wow- /JOKE

Uhh... hi.?

What in the world did Goggles give me-?

Anyways... Hello? Uhm... I guess you should get to know me some..

I'm Roast and I'm from, what you all know as, the "Steve Legends Era..." whatever thats supposed to mean. I'm currently dating a Forest Steve named Fern and I love them very much <3

My pronouns are he/him

I'm a scout/elite for the Red Kingdom. I loooove doing archeology as a side hobby when I have the time, and I'm often gone for weeks at a time, usually.

My main weapons are any type of bow and daggers, but if I have to use anything else, I will (even if I don't like it.)

My biggest fear is forgetting everyone and everything, so lets hope that never happens! [foreshadowing]

Goggles and I are bestiessss :] I tell him ALL the stuff I find when I'm out, and if possible, bring some stuff back for him!

Ask me anything or talk to me if you want. I don't bite!

Um.. That's all for now, but I might add more later, if I remember...

[ooc- the picrew that I used for the profile https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/100365

deeper lore if you're interested Roast!

and my main blog is @cavedweller1st]