#ava oc dusk

[dapper-lil-arts]

Always gazing at the stars, aren't you? Pay attention.

[ask-megumi-mystic-gamerpony]

she game rage

ask by @foodielovethealicorn

[ask-the-vampires-academy]

what they do

ask by @green-screen-green-god

background ponys

@anideterm3

@ask-the-out-buck-pony

@foodielovethealicorn

@askdaisydandfriemly

@aerialaim

[yandereheathen]

New OC what to write next!

I had a tough time with the Ateez one, so I wanna refresh with a new baby and do 1-3 chapters before doing something else. more series then one-shots as I have been doing :>

[wonderland-upsidedown]

Hello all and welcome to my stranger things side blog!

I'll be posting some original fics here, but also take requests (which may or may not include ocs, and I am happy to write for some of your ocs as well if you'd like to see them interact with mine!)

I am an adult, in case you don't like to follow anyone 18+, but this blog is not 18+ only

My rules:

1. Be respectful of my opinions, be that ships, character opinions, or headcanons, etc.

2. Don't complain about my oc-based writing style, it's what makes me most comfortable, if you don't like it don't follow

3. Don't send me inappropriate asks. Like I said, this is NOT an 18+ blog, I have a separate blog for that.

4. Don't request any incestuous, pedophilic, or bigoted content, I'm aware that the show includes topics such as racism or homophobia but I'm not comfortable writing that kind of thing

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My Ocs:

Cor-1 (Cori) Elodie Munson- she/they/it (not eligible for shipping asks)

Nessa Munson- she/her

Honesty Henderson- she/her

Ava Byers- she/her

Stella Sinclair- she/her

Nicola "Nine" Hopper- she/they

Violet Livingston- she/her

Molly Duke- they/them

Dusk Todd- she/they

Aurora Wheeler- she/her

Alice Hargrove- she/her

Selene Harrington- she/her

Demeter Buckley- she/they

Dr. Arista Danner- she/her

Note: not all ocs are canon to my personal timeline, so they may not appear in some main storyline fics i make, or in subsequent aus

[hydralisk98]

LinkedLists in Lisp Machines and the power of "Parentheses & Macros" (0x1D/?)

16^12 sideline thread follow-up to this article:

But yeah, lets chat some about amazing features of the 16^12 simulationist setting, its virtual realms' and a couple more components worth talking about as the aspie I am.

While '(expt 16 12) is also a topical info-dumping mechanism, a personal worldview expose, a manifestation toybox and so much more, this whole... paracosm I invented really has started as a reaction to a couple trends I observed in mainstream multimedia during my childhood, like 2000s movies' X-Men, Halo 2, Godzilla & documentaries I used to watch regularly. As the hobbyist historian I am inside, I fantasized about distant future character scenarios where one persistent OC (initially called Nexus) and a few more corrected events in movies and stuff and that kinda thread-mill carries onto me even now but in further abstracted ways.

Now the premise is that Jana (new name for such a mothfolk construct INTJ individual) studies and supervises long-running history simulations at the dusk of time itself (black holes epoch - iron stars aka way farther in time towards heat death) around some Matrioshka Brain with less and less of her peers sticking around. And as the one constant android remaining in this facility, she is slowly granted & gifted the responsibility to log, to archive, to supervise... in the search for a solution to entropy, which does lay directly within their bare hands. (kinda Rags to Riches for sapient computers & with some supplemental esoteric aspects attached as well to emulate the cycle / circle of life trope) Calling that rendering of the trope as "GitWorld Power Escalation" ^*^

Which does grant my half-speculative setting plenty of possibility room while retaining key positive / constructive elements across various different simulations in very immersive manners... And yeah, I will be going over some more themes & specifics too within these reality hexagon instances (taking hints from the Library of Babel / Memex & some neuroscience video here) quite soon as their planning / implementation / manifestation is going to be very interesting to see unfold on live-streams and whatever other media forms I wanna explore.

The "Servitor" speculative fiction project is only one curated narrative among many set within one such reality hexagon, with Kate & Ava being agents inside such virtual context windows. Will try my best to keep you all updated on its progress, it has been slower than I would like but it is moving forth well enough.

Anyways, back to how I look forward to use & customize Steel Bank Common Lisp to develop my way towards sapient synthetic-tier android peers... Will write that in a later article in the thread, I swear.

Checklist of key stage-1 tasks left for a 16^12 MVP

Write Ava Character RefSheet

Write Kate Character RefSheet

Write Jana Character RefSheet

Write Tano Character RefSheet

Develop "Maskoch", the woodland town where Kate comes from

Develop the Shoshoni major cities, especially the one where Ava & Kate reside

Develop the Matrioshka Brain structure's rooms

Develop "Servitor" narrative novel outline

Augment the cartoon pitch slideshow

Solidify the worldbuilding / lore systemically for the live-streaming feeds

Experiment & draft the cohesive systems at play for the copyleft worldly simulations

Prepare several short demonstrations (interactive or not) to show not tell my setting guide

Compile the inspirations into a few pitch points as per the Gygax75 guide first stage

Curate my useful learning resources into proper topics, priorities / with a "Pomodoro-driven Kanban board" to get a micro-learning daily habit going strong.

Optimize, clean, polish & peer-review what remains to be done for the next stages of the process

[lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog]

Stickronpa Chapter 2 Post Circular Trial

-We all stared at the monitor in front of us, seeing the bright colors celebrating our correct choice.-

Monostick:"Congratulations!! You voted correctly!! The culprit was Night! The Ultimate Spy, or rather... The Ultimate Dragon Guardian!!"

-I looked at Night who was covering her mouth, laying her forehead on the monitor with her hands around her head.-

-I felt so bad and uncomfortable, as if I had condemned an innocent person...-

???:"GAAAAARRRH!!!!"

I heard a scream and turned towards it.-

Red:"NO!!!! NO NO NO!!! IS NOT TRUE!!! YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG, I DID!!! IS MY FAULT!!!"

Yellow:"R-Red!?"

Red:"NIGHT, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!!! THERE MUST BE A WAY FOR YOU TO BE ABLE TO SEE YOUR BROTHER AGAIN!!! YOU HAVE TO SEE HIM!!!"

Night:"Red... Darling, there's no way to save me... I killed... I put you in danger... I didn't... I just didn't want you to be in my place..."

Blue:"Ultimate Guardian Dragon...?"

Dusk:"Guardian...hun?"

Yellow:"Red..."

Night:"I'm sorry.... To all of you...."

Red:"....."

Indigo:"And then? You will be executed. How do you feel?"

Orange:"seriously? How can you be so heartless??"

Indigo:"I'm thinking about my child, I don't want a... Whatever she is, around Purple!"

Orange:"Hump, like you care about them now!"

Indigo:"And what do you know about taking care of a child??"

Orange:"MUCH MORE THAN YOU!!!"

-Orange si move away from indigo.-

Purple:"....."

Blue:"Red... Are you okay...?"

Monostick:"nope! He's not!"

Yellow:"And how do you know?"

Monostick:"Simple! He voted for himself!"

-We all went into shock and stared at Red who was staring at the floor.... Red... why...?-

Red:"It's not fair... She deserves so much more!! She has to go back to her brother!!"

-He wouldn't stop crying.-

Night:"Red...."

Night:"You are very kind.... Your friends have already lost someone, I would never forgive myself if they lost one more of them... they love you so much..."

Red:"N-Night...."

Night:"You remind me so much of my little brother..."

-Red wraps his arms around her.-

Monostick:"Woooon, how cute... But, you guys are going to have some extra time together!"

Red:"S-seriously!?"

Monostick:"Yup! In the end...."

-They opened a huge smile...-

Monostick:"You voted incorrectly.... So you need to be punished...."

-Red's eyes widen in seconds as he walks away.-

Blue:"WHAT!?! NO FUCKING!!! DON'T GO NEAR HIM YOU BRAT!!!"

-Blue tried to walk but it looks like his paralysis has kicked in again. He almost fell to the ground but is held by Yellow.-

Monostick:"Don't worry, if everything goes well... Only one of them will come out unscathed..."

Blue:"y-you..."

Monostick:"Now..."

-They snap their fingers and in seconds several copies of him appear and grab Red by the arms and take him away from Night.-

Second:"Red!! RED!!!"

-I ran towards him but the copies pushed me away from him knocking me against my podium and leaving me with a pain in my chest.-

Night:"SEC!! RED!! GAAAARR!!!!"

-In seconds, Night started to roar, scales grew from her neck to her face, from her back wings started to appear, tearing her coat from which she took it, and her hands became claws.-

Night:"LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!"

Monostick:"I have prepared a very special punishment for the Ultimate Night Dragon Guardian!"

Second:"R-Red....."

Monostick:"Let's give everything we have!"

Second:"P-please..."

Monostick:"IT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!!!"

Second:"SAVE HIM!!!!"

[TW: Blood, Impalement, Death]

-......-

-no...... No no no NO!!!-

-monostick untied Red and brought him back here... he was surrounded by blood and was paralyzed in shock.-

Monostick:"HAHAHAHAHA!!! Is this not exciting??? The feeling of despair is so much that I'm going crazy!!!"

Second:"RED!!!"

-We all ran to Red who didn't answer, just stared at the ground with an empty look full of tears.-

Blue:"Red! Are you listening to us?? Are you ok???"

-Purple took a look at Red and saw that he had scratches and marks from the strings, but other than that he was fine...-

Orange:"You are insane!!"

Monostick:"Well, you guys are overreacting! He'll be fine! It's not my dear fault and he chose to kill someone, it went wrong and someone else had to finish the job!"

Dark:"And I thought I was a psychopath...."

Indigo:"Enough, now let's get down to what's really important.... Who is the traitor??"

Blue:"Traitor? Who cares...? I DON'T CARE!!! I JUST WANT TO GET OUT OF THIS HELL!!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE MY FRIENDS SUFFERING!!! AND YOU JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO WORKS FOR MONOSTICK???"

Freedom:"Whoever the traitor is, they must know who the mastermind is."

Dusk:"Exactly, but I don't think Monostick is going to tell us who's responsible for them, is that right?"

Monostick:"Puhuhuhu... Correct little friend! You are so smart and special! I won't tell unless my creator wants me to! But anyway, it's getting dark, the run is over, I have to clean up All before tomorrow! Then they are free to go!"

-And so they dismiss us by sending us to the elevator. Orange had to carry Red and Blue had help from Yellow.-

Second:"Ahrg..."

Yellow:"Sec..?"

Second:"I-I'm coming Yell, you can go ahead..."

-They go to the elevator and go up first while I stay behind staring at the floor...-

-...Night.....-

-She was like a sister to all of us... Especially to Red...-

-Arg... And why do I feel this pain in my chest...?-

Chosen:"Second, can I talk to you?"

Second:"A-ah! C-chosen? yes, o-of course!"

-He helped me keep my posture.-

Chosen:"Second... do you remember the day we met...?"

Second:"Oh..."

-We met in a day when I Dark was still evil.-

-He sent a virus to Alan's PC that almost destroyed the computer and my friends...-

-Chosen then appeared and destroyed the virus, but had to go back to face the Dark Lord.-

-I.... I can't forget that day....-

-I almost... I almost lost my friends..-

-but.... I don't remember the rest... or... at least I don't want to remember.....-

Second:"....y-yes....."

Chosen:"So you remember defeating the Dark... do you?"

Second:"........"

Chosen:"Sec, I saw how strong you are... And I have to confess this but... Since I woke up in this place, my powers don't work. I don't know why, but Dark also suffered the same, he can't use his powers."

Second:"Why are you talking to me about this...?"

Chosen:"Sec... Not three were made by the same creator. It means that our powers are equally strong, but you clearly don't use them... That was your first time, wasn't it...?"

Second:"......"

Chosen:"Ok.... When we get out of here, I'll help you use your powers..."

Second:"Han!?"

Chosen:"Let's promise this, let's take care of each other while we're here, okay?"

Second:"....... Ok....."

-He smiled at me and placed his hand on my shoulder. He went with me to the elevator, Dark was there waiting for us.-

Dark:"...."

Second:"......."

Dark:"..... I'm Sorry......"

Second:"Han..?"

-Dark entered the elevator without saying anything else and without even looking at me.-

-As the elevator closed I just stared at my chest. I could still feel that pain....-

—

???:"......."

???:"You..... You told them!! And our agreement???"

???:"What about it?"

???:"What!? You promised me, that if I followed your orders, you would give me what I want!!"

???:"yes, but at the same time I have the right to do whatever I want in MY game."

???:"......."

???:"What is it now?"

???:"You said I would see the result of your new world.... But so far you haven't shown me anything!!"

???:"Why would I do that..?"

???:"!?"

???:"I'll tell you something.... The world is imperfect, so imperfect that only the chosen ones can survive in it. And you're just a pawn to MY perfect world."

???:"......."

???:"Now... I'm having second thoughts about your position... Your "shadow" seems much more interested in helping me than you are.... Am I right Monostick?"

Monostick:"Yes Master!!"

???:"Our goal is to find the most perfect sitickfigures among all those present in my game... Among them... I want ONE..."

???:"......"

Monostick:"They are great on trial!! They sorted it out! But master, I feel very bored!! Can we do something more exciting for the next case??"

???:"Yes, my dear creation... Are you having fun..?"

Monostick:"Yes! I'm just a little bored, I want more fun! More blood! More despair..."

???:"Take it easy... You'll have your fun soon..."

???:"......"

???:"What are you still doing here? Go! Before I take you out myself!"

*SNAP*

???:"Y-yes mastermind!!"

Monostick:"Bye bye... Freedom Guy...."

???:"........"

Freedom:"...... That will not remain like this....."

???:"......"

Monostick:"hehehe...."

—

[End of Chapter 2]

[As I mentioned before, this chapter was really bad. I might be going to fix the problems with it, but right now I just want to take a break. Chapter 3 will start soon, but right now I need a break, besides the fact that I don't have much idea what to do with the next chapter or intermission. Any form of help will be appreciated. Thanks for continuing to read this project, honestly I didn't expect a lot of people to like this, but thanks for the support!Until the next chapter then.^-^]

[moonlitalien]

Dusk is in fact Ava’s and Delta’s father. :) Shortly after Delta was born, he was arrested and imprisoned, after killing his officer in self-defense, trying to prevent said officer from beating a fellow soldier to death. But because Dusk was incredibly skilled at his job, arrangements were made and he was transferred to Republic SpecForce. So, his daughters don't know of his fate, and grew up without him, as he was banished from returning to Devaron. Delta has never met him but idolizes him, and Ava barely remembers him...

[dapper-lil-arts]

Penultimate poster i gotta do for my final project! Personaly i don’t like how it turned out, but hey, this doesn’t have to be perfect. (i made a timelapse too!)

[kendrene]

Ava rubs sweat out of her eyes with the heel of a hand.

The weather forecast had projected a lovely 25 degrees celsius for the day, but they’ve been walking for what feels like hours, and the breeze from the lake doesn’t reach this deep in the woods. It’s stifling among the trees, and still, and hot as Adriel’s armpit. Ew.

“Where is it that we’re going again?”

“You’ll see.”

Beatrice lobs the reply over one shoulder without breaking step. She’s still somehow keeping to the same ground-eating pace she’d set for them earlier that morning, unfazed by the heat and the gradient of the trail, looking like she could walk on till dusk. Ava wouldn’t put it past her.

“Please…” Her calves are burning, and the muscles in her thighs scream with every step. “Can we not… stop… for a minute?” Forever?

“It’s close by.” Beatrice turns to face her, but continues walking, so that now she’s walking backwards up a forested hill while Ava feels like dying. “I promise.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.” Ava pants, scrambling after her. “You said it wasn’t far at the trailhead, and we’ve been climbing for years.”

“Actually we’ve been on the trail for—” Beatrice tilts her head back, peering at a gap between secular firs and the smear of clear sky there. “— two and a half hours.”

“How do you—” A sudden wind picks up, shaking through the trees, and Ava is blinded by a spear of sunlight. The sun’s position. Of fucking course.

“Do you guys have nun scouts in the OCS or something? Where did you learn that sort of thing?”

“No. And the Girl Scouts. I was… My parents made me join as soon as it was feasible. The names change, but Girl Scouts operate everywhere. They thought it would be an easy way for me to make friends.”

“Made you?” Ava frowns. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“It was one of the few things that I liked growing up, actually. It gave me a sense of structure. Direction. Of… family, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

A strange sort of silence falls between them, awkward and quiet and sad. Ava kicks at a loose rock, sends it tumbling into some bushes, and thinks really hard on the best way to break it.

“Hey, Bea?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we there yet?”

Beatrice groans.

*** Their destination, once they get to it, is very disappointing.

“This is it?” Ava meanders to the center of the clearing, gestures. “I expected, I don’t know, something.”

“Like what?”

Bea sets her rucksack on the ground, and starts pulling out equipment.

“I don’t know! An alpine peak? A waterfall? Treasure?”

“Well, we got knives, protein bars and a water bottle. Sorry but—” Bea upends the rucksack, now empty, and shakes it. “No treasure.”

“We got— Wait, are we going to train?”

“Yes.”

“You made me walk two hours out of town to train.”

“Also yes.”

“But we could have done that by the lake!”

Beatrice shakes her head.

“No. Not for what I have in mind today. Having you run on water is a risk we had to take, but this? We can’t chance some tourist walking by.”

Okay. Bea’s making it sound cool. Ava admits she’s intrigued.

“Alrighty then. What are you doing?”

“Well, we know you can phase through stationary objects. I want you to try and see whether you can focus enough to replicate that through a moving one.” Something catches the light in Bea’s hands and when Ava looks down she’s holding a knife.

“Uhm. You want me to try and phase through one of your knives? Edgy.”

“Ah ah.” A flick of the wrist and the knife vanishes behind Bea’s back. Ava claps. She can’t help herself; it always looks like magic. “No, we’re not using live weapons.”

“Then what?” There’s rocks on the ground Beatrice could throw, although between being hit by a rock and stabbed by a knife, Ava’s not sure what she’d pick.

“We’re gonna use these.” Bea holds up what look like several colored sticks, roughly shaped like actual throwing knives. “They’re rubber, so even if they hit you it shouldn’t hurt too much.”

Shouldn’t? Too much?

“Gee, thanks.”

“Come on,” Bea moves to face her. “If you make it by the end of the day, we can have ice cream for dinner.”

“I’ll eat my way through your tips.” Ava grins, the ache of the hike forgotten at the prospect. “I’m so gonna get it first try. Just watch.”

*** She doesn’t get it first try.

Or second.

Or tenth.

“I think we should call it a day.” Beatrice says, after the piece of neon pink rubber has bounced off of Ava’s chest again. The sun is well past its zenith, and the sky has acquired the burnished hue of afternoon. “We can try again later this week.” Ava pouts. “I’ll still get you ice cream, if you’d like.”

“Really?” Ava grabs the water bottle Bea is holding out to her, and drains about half of it in one gulp. “Even if this was a complete failure?”

“It wasn’t. You did dodge a few of the knives.”

True.

They gather up their stuff quickly, shadows stretching blue across the grass, and Ava is scanning the ground for any stray projectiles when Bea calls out.

“Ava!” She yells from the edge of the clearing. “Look sharp.”

Something suspiciously bright flies towards her, hits her squarely on the nose. Hard.

“Ow!”

“Oh God, oh no.” Bea is by her side in a flash, an arm around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, I thought if I tried catching you by surprise maybe the Halo…”

“My nose.” Ava has both hands cupped around it, and it’s throbbing something fierce. “I think it’s broken.”

“Let me see.” Bea grabs her chin, ever so gently, and with her free hand pulls hers away. “Yeah,” she admits, brows knitting in worry. “It looks broken.” As though to confirm the prognosis, the Halo burns in Ava’s back, sharp and blistering. In the middle of her face, a bone reknits itself, cartilage snaps into place. Ava winces.

“I’m so so sorry.” Bea has let her go, and is pawing through the rucksack for something to clean her face with. “We’re never doing this again. I should have known, it was such a stupid idea. I don’t know why I thought—” She stammers on, so fast that the words pile on top of one another, and Ava has a hard time keeping up.

Ava’s hand bears down on both of Beatrice’s, stilling them. She grins at her through the blood.

“It’s okay.” She scrunches her nose, experimentally. “I’m okay, see? No harm done.”

“But—”

“No buts. It wasn’t a stupid idea. We will take another stab at it, just like you said.”

“Ava.” Beatrice says her name pointedly, voice stuck between fond and exasperated.

“What? That was a really good pun. My sense of humor—”

“—is a cut below the rest.”

“Ouch.” Ava presses a hand to her heart, faux dramatic. “That hurts more than the broken nose.”

“Doubt it.”

Neither of them can stop smiling on the way home.

[shima-draws]

“Bros before hoes, my dude, bros before hoes.”

Beep boop here’s some ATS kiddos!! Thanks for requesting them!

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[gingersnappe-9]

In a Crowd of Thousands: Beskar vs. the Dark Saber (16)

Din Djarin/Mando X Fem!OC || Star Wars/The Mandalorian Universe

Series List || #star wars anastasia || PREVIOUS || NEXT

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Warning: canon violence (lethal weapons use), near death experience(s)

A/N: chapter banner art by @followwhereshegoes​ & myself

The plan was to announce her reunion to Leia and reaffirm their family’s legacy of fighting for the greater good of the galaxy. 

Ava tried convincing herself that it was for the best. No, that it was her rightful place to be by her sister’s side fighting the good fight with the Rebellion and serving as a diplomatic attache to underprivileged reaches of the galaxy. It’s what they talked about at least, but the more Ava experienced it, the stuffier she rediscovered it all was. She recalled how much she disliked wearing dresses that she could potentially trip over and fall on her face in front of some important foreign dignitary – she actually remembered doing that once when she was younger – She had forgotten how most of the individuals in law and diplomacy were decades older than her and never quite appreciated her humor. Ava accidently scandalized a maid when she dropped a book on her toe while practicing her walk – like he did back on the Crest – and swore like a spice runner. 

Try as she might, Ava was just having a far more difficult time fitting in to her birthright. She’d watch the maids flit around and coo about the fine jewelry and dresses she and Leia would be wearing to the event. She had to agree though, the gowns and finery were stunning. The material felt like starlight across Ava’s fingertips. The bright colored gemstones of her necklace were as red as sand stone. A pair of crowns, however, remained in their storage boxes. Leia suggested they hold off on donning their headdresses until they arrived at the venue. 

“They’re gorgeous but I’ve knocked mine off my head getting out of a cruiser or two.” The sisters shared a good laugh. Ava wasn’t sure what being a “someone” should feel like but only deep down in her subconscious did she consider that she really only needed simple things… perhaps a simple person. 

Sooner, rather than later, everyone was dressed and being ushered into sleek, black cruisers. Leia and her secretary or personal assistant immediately began chatting about her schedule and future events. They didn’t seem to need her attention so Ava allowed herself to gaze out the tinted windows and onto the passing by cityscape. The light had already begun to bleed from the sky as dusk settled over Canto Bight. The lights streaked by not unlike the stars at lightspeed, though they paled in comparison.

They arrived at the Starfield Legacy Center far earlier than even the ravenous reporters who were always far more interested in capturing the glitzy regalia or a moment of weakness between a supposedly madly in love couple. Ava and Leia calmly walked through a side entrance with grand capes covering their ensembles with ushers following closely on foot with the crowns, locked away in protective boxes. One of the event coordinators brought them up to a secluded room where they could freshen up and wait in privacy before the speeches and press rounds. Ava sat down quietly on a plush chair tucket into the corner. She fiddled with her opera length gloves to keep herself from messing up her hair or makeup or her dress. She watched as Leia moved through the motions with ease. How her sister handled unexpected questions with ease and firm command. Leia was a natural born leader and Ava adored watching her in her element. If Ava had been left to her own devices, she would’ve shown up with a smear of grease on her cheek, a pair of work coveralls all rumpled and disheveled only to say, “Hi, I’m her. So, yeah that’s it”. 

Lost in thought, Ava didn’t even notice that Leia had approached her with one of the large lock boxes balanced in her arms. She had already placed her silver crown neatly on her head. It resembled a solid halo that sat across the center of her head with five slender peaks jutting out. Alderaanian jewelry was rather simple, but in its simplicity they were always striking. The necklace – small squares of Alderaanian silver linked by delicate jump rings – was a piece that their mother wore often. The necklace must’ve been stored off-world at an embassy for it to have been saved from the destruction of Alderaan.  

“I believe it is time.” 

Ava stood up slowly as Leia rested the box on the nearby side table. When the cover was lifted, the light in the room seemed to shift to a golden hour. The halo-shaped crown was fitted to her scalp with a tapered point resting just below the center of her hairline. Teardrop shaped pearls rested across her forehead. The thin bands that reached out were like rays of the sun with even more pearls inlaid in between. Ava let herself adjust to the weight of it, glad that Leia suggested she hold off wearing it until necessary. There was music beginning to play from the hall, though muffled it signaled the evening was beginning. 

The two of them walked over to a large full-length mirror on the other side of the room. They looked very much like the sun and moon – Ava in her striking gold crown, cream colored dress with a deep green sash; and Leia in her midnight purple gown, silver jewelry, and similar sash made of a maroon satin – Their father used to call them his sun and moon. Leia placed a hand on each of Ava’s shoulders and allowed her cheek to rest on her sister. They stood there taking in the sight of one another. Taking in the other’s presence and the reality that against all odds they were together again. Family. 

Leia squeezed Ava’s shoulders and took a step back. “You look so much like her.” 

“Who?�� Ava responded quietly. 

Leia only smiled. “Mama. You have her presence.” 

The younger of the two sisters smiled right back. “You remind me of Papa. You’re always so sure, and just as fair.” 

“You’ve done well, you know,” Leia spoke calmly, “I know none of this has been easy. But you’ve done really well with handling everything that’s come your way.” 

“The journey was interesting to say the least.” Ava quipped. 

The two of them stood silently together for a moment more. But only a moment before Leia took Ava’s hands and helped her slip her gloves on. For some reason, when she focused on the gloves, she thought of Mando and how his gloves slipped on and off his hands. 

Leia half smiled. “But I can't help but wonder if it’s what you really want.” 

Ava pulled her hands back while Leia regally collapsed hers together. “What does that mean?” 

“I just mean… You were born into this world. It was your destiny from birth to wear that crown and carry on the legacy of house Organa as much as it is mine to carry on the Organa and Skywalker legacy,” Her voice never waivered, never accusatory or disappointed, just very truthful, “But I can’t help but feel that it might not be meant for you after all.”

The pair of them stood in the room alone in silence for a moment after Leia finished. Ava had similar thoughts float into her mind but she’d always dismissed them as trivial since everything the Mandalorians had told her was a lie to get her sister’s money. “Whatever happened, happened. I can’t change it and I will not go back to it.” 

Leia gave her a look only older sisters could make. “He must have been special then for you to be digging your heels like a ton-ton.” 

After she had to throw back a lighthearted grimace at being called a ton-ton, Ava didn’t know what to feel. No, she knew exactly how she should feel. It was a lie for money. A cash grab. Nothing more, nothing less. Ava knew Leia could sense her feelings so there was no point delaying the obvious. 

“They did what bounty hunters do. They delivered their quarry and now they’re probably halfway to a new sector by now.” She said with more sorrow than intended. It hurt to put power into her fears. Out of the corner of Ava’s eye, she caught her sister with a somewhat hesitant look. “What?” Leia’s face shifted rather quickly to one with a soft, knowing smile. 

“Aurie, he didn’t take the money. And I can’t imagine their withholding information makes you feel better, but for what it’s worth, they brought you back to me. But this is the life that I have chosen for myself. I supposed, now, it’s your turn to choose.” 

Leia let go of Ava’s hands and began to walk towards the door and didn’t turn back to see if her sister was following until she opened the door. When Leia turned back, she truly looked like their mother. Though Ava knew the two weren’t blood related, it was in the way Leia carried herself. Her poise, the way she tilted her head and said, “Ava, Aurelia, it makes no difference to me. You are mine and Luke’s sister. We will always love you.” And then she calmly walked out into the world Ava was uncertain of reentering. 

It felt as if the world had spun off its axis and was floating farther and farther away from its sun. So Ava decided to go outside and take in some fresh air. 

The gardens were large and expansive – but most importantly empty – on a large earthen terrace that overlooked Canto Bight. From its vantage point, Ava could see the city cresting out towards the bay. The calm waters glittered in the early moonlight. Distant sounds of life were carried in on the wind. Below, each and every person walked their own path. Difficult ones. Easy ones. Some that were hard one day then a breeze the next. What path will I take now? She’d found her family. More than she was expecting, two whole siblings who expressed their unconditional love for her. What was next? 

What indeed?

A foreign voice echoed in her mind and all of a sudden Ava’s body stiffened. She turned around quickly and found the path empty. But something or someone was out there. A new energy swirled in the air. Ava felt like her nerves were on fire as her blood began to pound behind her temples. The energy, the presence, she’d felt it before crawling in the back of her mind. It was cold and filled with a quiet and dangerous rage. 

“I know you.” Her voice wavered as she spoke out into whatever darkness was drawing closer. 

A man appeared. The same stern face and severe eyes. His hands were placed behind his back as he walked with precise steps. In a word, elegant, or more accurately, predatory. His dark eyes stared her down, hungrier than his demeanor gave off.  

“Yes. We’ve met before. In a manner of speaking.” He continued to stalk forward. 

She put her hand out – as if the gesture would protect her – “Who are you?” 

“My name is Moff Gideon, your Highness.” He gave a short nod after her title. 

A chill ran through her spine. “You have me confused with someone else.” No sooner did Ava try to turn around, a powerful feeling wrapped around her mind giving her a splitting headache. It nearly made her drop to her knees. 

“Oh, I’m not confused at all. You are the lost daughter of Senator and Queen Organa,” His voice was cold and seemed to strike with a blunt edge with each word, “Though my plans need a little adjusting you’ll do just fine.” 

She turned around to face the man and slowly backed away with each step he took; but even so, she felt like she was being backed into a corner. “Stop.” 

He kept advancing with a ceaseless gaze. 

“Stop.”  

Her head hurt.

“Stop.” 

Everything seemed wrong and her hands twitched. 

“STOP!” 

Ava thrust both of her palms out towards him and felt a surge of energy release. It was like a pulse, her pulse, magnified outward. It was not unlike what she experienced at the opera with Mando. 

She opened her eyes, not even realizing she’d squeezed them shut. Ava saw Gideon down on one knee, huffing to try and bring air back into his lungs. Ava channeled whatever courage she could muster, and tried to remember Luke’s lessons. But it felt like her memory was failing. A few stints in force sensitivity training did not a Jedi make. 

In her mind she asked for help from the cosmic forces of the universe, the Maker, Luke… Mando… anyone. 

A terrible sound came from his throat. It was strained laughter, or at least some form of it. “Excellent. Most excellent.” Gideon pushed himself up with visible struggle but quickly regained his footing. He moved his cloak to the side and revealed a hilt clipped to his belt, took it in hand, “You do indeed have what I want, Princess” and ignited the blade. 

It was unlike anything Ava had ever seen. It mimicked the way Luke’s lightsaber emitted light, but it was dark. The blade was black with white edges. The energy surrounding the weapon was just as dark. Ava sensed how it wrapped around Moff Gideon’s mind and body, twisting and warping what was already malevolent to begin with. It was consuming him. Alarm bells screamed out in Ava’s mind. Run. 

She took off in an instant without direction or awareness. Ava gathered as much of the dress into her arms as she could, but the weight of the fabric still seemed to slow her down. It didn’t help that she’d lost sight of the building between the impossibly tall greenery. Ava figured her best bet would be to hide where he wouldn’t expect to look or would be least likely to find her. So Ava ducked into a nearby cluster of trees. 

The more she pushed her way through, however, the sleeves and hem of her dress caught and snagged on branches and twigs. It ripped the delicate overlay of her dress and muddied her heels. Finding they only got stuck in the dirt and undergrowth, Ava kicked them off and daringly threw them away in hopes it would possibly fool Gideon into going a different direction. 

It felt like her heart was going to burst from her chest. The more time she spent in suspense, the harder her blood pounded. The greater the ringing in her ears became as the sky grew darker and the shadows became more and more menacing. Her mind felt cloudy. She couldn’t hear anything or anyone. They must’ve been deeper into the garden than she’d realized. Despite her mental haze, Ava gently tried closing her eyes and reaching out to feel for presence. She’d barely touched the surface when something came screaming into her mind. It felt like claws digging into her nerves. Her skin became so cold so quickly it felt as if it were burning. And despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but scream out in agony. 

I found you. 

Before she even knew it, a deep reverb echoed in her mind alerting her not a moment too soon before a blade struck out just millimeters above her head. 

Ava scrambled to her feet and ran back out onto the path. Her body still cried out in pain, and her breach into energy opened like a flood gate. Gideon was still gaining on her. She reached out and felt the finely laid stone beneath her feet; she focused on the craggy surface and motioned with her hand as if she were clawing it out from the ground and flung it back with all her strength. A large chunk flew up and back at her pursuer. Ava heard rock crumbling, and when she looked back, saw the slab sliced in two. 

Impossible. 

“No, not impossible, my dear.”

Somehow the lunatic was in her head. He was the clawing in her mind, like a poison slowly creeping into her bloodstream. 

“Why are you doing this?” Her voice felt hoarse and her body was only growing weaker. 

“Why does anyone do anything? Power. Power is the way of the world. It always has been. It brings the greatest change and is the strength of the longest lasting empires. And with the dark saber and you, my goals for the galaxy are well within reach.” 

“You’re forgetting that most power-hungry madmen are spineless cowards who use others to get what they want.” Her voice was horse and growing strained. 

Gideon chuckled with a false humor. It was cruel and mocking. Ava could feel it pulsing behind her eyes and the pain brought her down to her knees as he skulked closer. 

“You’ve just never seen true power before. This,” He brandished the blade up towards her face. So close, Ava could feel the cold energy pulsing off it. “This is what power really is.” 

She’d never seen energy like it before. The blade both emitted light and yet somehow seemed void of it. As such close proximity, she felt it draining her energy even more. Only one sort of thing in the known universe drew in energy like that – a black hole. The dark saber was some sort of contained black hole. It had to have been. It appeared to be the antithesis of a lightsaber which projected the wielder’s energy. The dark saber fed off it. It pulled in the life force of its wielder, even those around it. 

“That thing is killing you.” Something flashed quickly across Gideon’s face. He wasn’t expecting her to say something like that, and Ava caught it. “But you didn’t know that, did you? How could you, you don’t know anything real about power you-” 

He quickly slashed the blade through the air and swiped Ava’s cheek. It burned. It was cold and yet burned hotter than anything she’d ever felt in her life. The pain rendered her speechless as she was knocked to the floor grasping her cheek. 

“I know more about this power than anyone else in the galaxy,” The tip of the blade hovered precariously close to her face, “Pity. You could’ve been something great. But you’re just like all the rest of those feckless fools in the Resistance. You’re just standing in my way.” 

Ava’s world suddenly came to a screeching halt. She’d heard those words before spoken in that very same voice. Out of nowhere she recalled crouching behind a hallway corner, then a hand falling to the floor. It had been her father’s hand. Ava could hear her mothers scream before her body hit the floor with a sickening, and lifeless thud. “It was you…” Her voice caught in her throat, “You killed them.” 

When Ava looked up at Moff Gideon his face was twisted into a mad grin. He relished in her horrifying realization. 

His eyes were wide and wild, “I’ll take what I need. But don’t worry, you’ll be with them soon enough.” Gideon raised the darksaber to dish out what could only be a mortally wounding blow. 

Please… 

A blaster shot rang out, as if from thin air, struck the flat side of the saber blade, ricocheting off into the ground. 

A feeling swept over Ava, it was good and young. Grogu. And where the tiny green creature found himself, another was never far behind. 

Ava turned her head in the direction of the shot and saw a familiar silhouette slip into the shadows. She sensed how he stalked through the dark and cover of the greenery ever closer. His watchful gaze never left hers. Ava could feel in her own muscles the way his pulled and strained against his bones. The strength in his hands as he gripped his blaster artfully. Teeming with energy and an overwhelming urge to seek and destroy. 

Without realizing, Gideon slashed down again.

Ava’s body reacted before she could even think. Her palm extended outward just as the saber came down. The scene around her became perfectly clear in her mind. The stone surface of the pathway through the soft and tearing material of her dress; she became one with the plant cells slowly blooming while others had fallen to the ground and went through the final stages of decomposition. The air molecules surrounding the blade snapped and popped as it moved through the air. And just before the saber made contact with her flesh, it stopped. 

It stopped the same way two magnets of the same polarization repelled one another. The blade held against nothing in midair. The two of them stared at each other with a look of awe but even during that moment, Ava could feel her control slipping. 

Another blaster shot, this one straight to Gideon’s hands, knocking the saber from his grip. The next thing Ava saw was the bulk of Mandalorian armor hurdling out from nowhere and tackling Gideon to the ground. The two men grappled on the ground for the upperhand. They seemed to match each other blow for blow. Though Mando was strong, Ava could sense something in Gideon had been altered by the blade. He fought back like an animal possessed, clawing and punching and the soft points between Mando’s armor. Gideon somehow managed to rip off one of Mando’s thigh plates and used it to completely slap Mando clean across his helm. 

The sound of pure beskar striking beskar was loud for Ava, so it must’ve been somewhat deafening for Mando. The Mandalorian stumbled back and Gideon managed to reach for a blaster hidden on the opposite side of his hip. Ava cried out just as Gideon pulled the trigger, striking Mando in the shoulder, just below his pauldron. She barely registered the distressed sounds coming from Grogu’s pram just a few meters away. He tried to come forward, but Ava intentionally held his little craft back. 

In the moments afterwards, it felt like the shot kept ringing in her ears. 

“There is a reason his kind is all but extinct,” Gideon’s voice was wicked and chilled, “Too noble for their own good.” He took aim again, this time, where the hollow of Mando’s throat would be. She could feel his pain rippling throughout his arm, she felt his racing pulse slow. Mando fought to maintain his composure as his thoughts grew fuzzy till they all disappeared into unconsciousness. 

Ava’s hands twitched again. They needed to hold on to something. They needed to defend. Her mind reached out, and no sooner could Gideon place his finger on the trigger did the dark saber skitter across the ground and fly into Ava’s hand. She surged forward with a speed she didn’t know she had. The blade sliced up through the barrel of the blaster as if it were nothing. The force of her attack was strong enough to knock Gideon back a few paces. 

Something took Ava over. She felt a thrum of electricity coursing through her. She felt like a star about to explode, just teeming with potential power and energy. So she took off. 

Gideon barely had enough time to react. The saber came down hard against the plate. It was beskar versus the dark saber. Blow after blow, Ava continued to swing with every ounce of her strength that she could muster, and the blade responded in kind. She let her anger roll through her like the undercurrent of a torrent river. It was a rage she’d never felt before, or had only become aware of the moment she realized Gideon was the man who slaughtered her parents. Ava slashed and punched and kicked and all he could do was use his small shield against her. The ground beneath them quickly bore the marks of their opposing efforts. Scorches here, slashes there, the concrete and stonework ripped from the ground. Sweat crept down Gideon’s brow, the weapon he once envisioned himself conquering the galaxy with had been turned against him. It drew on his fear. 

He was responsible for her suffering. He was the one who’s greed had led to the deaths of so many innocent lives. He’d nearly killed Mando. He had tried to kidnap and do Maker know what sort of horrible things to little Grogu, and possibly even her. Ava’s hands grew hot from the fury surging through her body. It felt as though her eyes glowed in anger. The dark saber responded, it hummed and sang in her mind to the very same tune of revenge. It craved it as much as she did. Moff Gideon needed to pay for his crimes, and they decided he would. 

With a swift punch backed by the force, Ava swiftly knocked the air clean out of Gideon’s lungs. He lay on his back atop the wreckage they’d both created. Ava hadn’t even realized how far they’d traveled till she caught a glimpse of herself in some sculpture. The polished metal reflected back an image of herself that Ava didn’t recognize. Her dress was torn and mottled with dirt and debris. Her crown was long gone and her hair was coming undone. What startled her most was her eyes. They weren’t brown anymore, they seemed brighter with flashes of red on the outer edge of her iris. She was changing before her eyes. The blade sang out in protest of her stalling. 

Ava paused and looked for a moment at the strange sword. She listened to it with a more careful ear, and what she heard was different from her initial judgment. 

The blade wasn’t inherently evil. It wasn’t anything much at all. Energy was constantly flowing through the crystal within. Raw potential. It called for revenge because she had wished for it in her mind. Standing there and witnessing how quickly hate had made her change frightened Ava. The potential had always been there, but it took the blade to make herself realize how much of her emotions she had been ignoring. It stung. The hilt grew heavy with doubt, and it was in that split second Gideon acted. 

He lunged up from the ground like some feline creature with his teeth bared ready to sink into the soft flesh of its prey. 

His hands wound around her own on the hilt of the dark saber. The two of them grappled with strained muscles. Ava nearly bit into her lip with the amount of effort it took to keep the blade away from Gideon’s effort to drive it into her throat. The man’s eyes were as wild and feral as her own, but Ava felt her anger slipping away. It pained her to look him in the face – the man responsible for her mother and father’s deaths – but a new sensation began to whisper in the back of her mind… 

We will always love you. 

We are with you.

It was Leia. Luke. Her parents. Everyone who cared for her, near and far, alive and gone. Their essences melding together like a balm that soothed her soul. Their love and spirits were with her. They would remain in and all around her. No matter how angry she was, how hurt and betrayed by fate she felt, Ava realized that would never die. It would sustain her, it had thus far. She’d traveled clear across the galaxy for a feeling she did not have a name for… but it was the love for her family, found or otherwise. 

In her hands, she could sense the saber mirroring her conflicting emotions. How it cried out in confusion from her influence as well as Gideon’s. It was the oldest song in the galaxy: one of struggle, light and dark. Only Ava seemed to be listening to it.  

“Why don’t you seem to understand?” He hissed, close enough Ava could feel the heat of his breath against her face, “The only way to exist is to take and maintain order.” 

Ava was close. Even with her limited knowledge of sabers, she felt for the housing unit within the hilt. She could feel the power circuits and the wiring leading to a central unit. All the while, Gideon’s grip had become so fierce he pushed her palm so hard into the hilt they’d begun to bleed against the detailing. His fingernails bore into her skin leaving red crescents dribbling. 

There. 

The image of it came clear in her mind. It was no bigger than her thumb, deep like onyx and vast as a moonless night. 

“For take, there should be give. After death, life should grow,” She planted her feet and dung down deep, “The galaxy will continue forward long after any of us leave this world. Any attempts to out last it are foolish.” 

She bore down on the housing unit. Felt it break and warp under her pressure. Release. Gideon sensed it too. He began to yell and scream in vain. Ava had already cracked in, uncontained energy had begun to spill out. 

“The way of existence is balance.” 

It broke and like a supernova, energy poured outward. The saber sparked and burst, sending out white hot particles. Ava and Gideon were knocked back with scorch marks across their exposed skin. 

Ava landed hard on her back, the wind knocked clean out of her. In her attempts to pull air back into her lungs, she struggled to look around. Gideon lay in a smoldering pool of his black cloak. Unmoving. The crystal lay amongst the debris of the destroyed hilt, calm. She pulled it into the palm of her hand with little effort. It was indeed as black as the void of space, so much so, it seemed her hand had developed a blackhole. Vengeance no longer silently plagued her mind. That part was done and over. It was time for growth. 

Ava whipped her head back to see if Grogu had avoided the flair. The doors of his pram opened with a soft hydraulic hiss and sweet eyes gazed down at her as he floated in her direction. 

“Where’s your dad?” She wheezed. 

Grogu hovered off in a direction and Ava stumbled behind as if she were a babe just learning to walk. When Mando came into view the adrenaline had begun to wear off. From the distance, Ava couldn’t even tell if he was still breathing.

All of her strength gave out leaving her no choice but to crawl the last few feet to Mando. His beskar was scorched and scored from the saber. Bits of his flight suit were singed and the place beneath his right pauldron was soaked in red. Panic seized her heart and muscles. Her once steady hands shook uncontrollably as she lifted the pauldron up and off. The site was black and oozing. Knowing she didn’t have enough strength to see if the shot had gone clean through his shoulder, Ava had to lean her entire upper body weight to apply pressure. His breathing was shallow, his heartbeat slow. The bleeding had been prolonged without any intervention and his body was showing the toll. Her entire body shook. She was beaten and aching. Shrapnel had certainly lodged itself in various points of her body, but none of that mattered. Ava reached for whatever energy she had left. 

She felt the dimming hum of Mando’s life. It was slipping away. 

“No,” Tears fell across the motionless helmet, “Not you too.” Her voice was barely there. Desperation and despair thick enough that she practically choked on it. “Please… I need you… I… love… you.” 

Grogu appeared beside her. His small hand reached for the site. Ava wanted to pull his untainted fingers back, no child should have to witness and partake in such misery. But something washed over her. Energy pooled in a different direction the closer Grogu came. 

She rested her hand atop Grogu’s significantly smaller one. Ava allowed herself to follow the gentle current. Beneath her trembling fingers, Ava could feel Mando’s skin shifting. Torn cells joined again. Layers of epidermis repaired itself slowly as the current flowed from hers and Grogu’s hands. Mando’s heartbeat rose. But Ava’s dipped. She was giving so he could take. 

Slowly but surely, with their conjoined effort, the wound was mended. The viscous remnants remained, but the bleeding had stopped. He took a deep breath which meant Ava could finally take one herself. 

By then, there was shouting and disturbance from the crowds above. Ava sent off a brief moment to her sister and to Luke. Whether or not they sensed it, Ava didn’t care. Her eyes were heavy and her body had already slumped across Mando’s chest. The coolness of the beskar soothed the heat from the mark across her cheek. Grogu had already succumbed to his much needed rest. Whoever would find them would be in for a surprise. 

A princess, a bounty hunter, a small child all together. 

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best vs. worst part of the wedding - felix hauville x nb!detective (twc)

thank you to the anon for the two-part ask!

author’s note: the second half is veryyy fluffy but it was definitely fun to think about felix and harley’s wedding. hope you all enjoy! copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – felix hauville x nb!detective (harley bishop) rating/warnings: 14+; mostly fluff based on/prompt: best vs. worst prompts // 18. best part of the wedding vs. worst part of the wedding word count: ~700

worst part of the wedding

whoever said this would be the best day of his life is a liar and a thief of joy, felix mused as he rocked back and forth on his heels, clasping and unclasping his hands to stop himself from untying and retying his bowtie. if nat didn’t squeeze his shoulder reassuringly every once in a while, he was pretty sure he’d be running laps around the room at his normal speed.

and given that rebecca and tina were present, that would not have gone over well.

he was a little surprised that harley wanted to keep their ceremony low-key compared to their reception, especially since harley was pretty beloved throughout wayhaven. not that they had many close friends they cared to focus on besides tina, but everyone seemed to genuinely adore and support them.

but maybe the rager of a reception the two of them had planned was the compromise.

he couldn’t wait to party with everyone literally from dusk to dawn. there would at least be a few hours of daylight where he wouldn’t have to consciously hold back from unintentionally using his natural abilities in front of over a hundred guests.

and he really couldn’t wait.

how did people do this? and what was taking harley so long?

it didn’t take him that long to get ready (he wasn’t going to acknowledge how mason and ava hurried him along multiple times) and harley wasn’t someone who fussed about their appearance.

he glanced nervously around the room, nat’s reassuring smile suddenly doing the opposite. he took a step forward but she held him back, throwing a worried glance towards mason who stepped up beside him. felix’s eyes widened at the unusual display of concern and looked over at ava.

at the very least, he could trust that ava would be her stoic, unflappable self. instead, he found the commanding agent with furrowed brows and her eyes locked in a silent conversation with nat.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, throat tightening.

“i’m sure it’s nothing,” nat said quickly, throwing a knowing glance at ava.

“i’m going to go check with the staff about some of the… arrangements,” ava muttered quietly before walking purposefully out of the room.

“ava’s just going to go check on harley, that’s all.”

for once, nat’s reassuring tone didn’t do anything to calm his nerves.

harley was going to show up, right?

best part of the wedding

the best part was getting to finally see harley walk down the aisle towards him, wide-eyed with a grin that must have rivaled his own.

no, it was actually hearing harley’s vows and wondering how he got so damn lucky to have someone like them choose him for their forever.

well, maybe it was actually the moment nat pronounced them married and said to kiss his partner. that kiss he’ll remember for the rest of his life.

now that he’s thinking about it, the best part was hearing tina scream out mr. and mx. hauville into the microphone she hijacked from the band.

of course, he can’t forget the mini food fight he instigated after they cut the cake. it was definitely fun to smash cake in harley’s face, but ava and mason’s reactions when he flung cake into their chest was priceless.

or maybe it was all the toasts. it made him truly happy to hear how people knew harley or him or them together. he especially got teary-eyed at rebecca acknowledging how good they were for each other.

that was probably the best part.

“guess who?”

he smiled. “i’m not sure, but if you’ve seen my partner, can you tell them i miss them?”

harley removed their hands from his eyes and moved in front of him.

“hi, husband.”

felix grinned. “hi, mx. hauville. would you like to dance?”

“yes i would,” they responded, wrapping one arm around his neck and letting him take their other hand as he gently moved them sideways across the dance floor.

and now he knew for sure that this was the best part of the wedding. seeing their face lit up when he called them mx. hauville and knowing that he’d get to hold them in his arms forever.

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Big Long OC List because I rarely talk about the blorbos from my mind and I have so many. Going to sort them by stories i guess ? Under a read more bc it'll take space on dash lol

List is subject to change because I can never remember all my idiots at once. Nor all my works, really dkdkkdnd

A lot of them don't have last names listed because I either can't remember them right now or haven't given them one

The 4 idiots in the forest + supporting characters

Rya

San Nerelles

Alan

Darlok

Eli

Gabriel

Ael de Sombrebois (he's so underdeveloped lmao)

Hélianthe and Atropa (vampire romance novel that also happens to be mostly political drama probably)

Hélianthe de Bréguémar (AKA Nielle de Fumeterre)

Atropa Meria

Anne de Monthaut

Vladimir de Monthaut

That one story where a photojournalist finds some druid's girlfriend for her

The Journalist

The Druid

The Lumberjack (none of those three have names for now oops)

Miscellaneous Eshda characters

Erik de Bréguémar

Arya

Aiden

Ether de Bouchemer

Florian de Bouchemer

Azelin de Bouchemer

Paulina de Bouchemer

Miscellaneous Etynda characters

Salia Enars

Alistair Enars

Elvul Aden Etynda

Maar Cherenyel

Meleria Ravenlia

Luki Ravenlia

Ainsel

BREAK OF DAWN

Elysia Evans

Vincent de Vano

Val [The Emperor]

Mark [The Mage]

Ava [The Adventurer]

Mélyane

Claire Derlynn-Witchmann

Alexander aka Alex

Kyle Witchmann

Perceval "Percy" Witchman

Sandy Witchmann

Sacha de Vano

Ether Brooks

Dawn

Dusk

Pre-Break of Dawn, but still in the same place

Lumeria de Vano

Realva

Volieda

Prince Malvern/King Lohsevaar III

Elder Scrolls OCs

Drunovshul (last dragonborn)

Ji'sharra (LDB)

Maeri (Hero of Kvatch)

Chaosia (both LDB and HoK because fuck Logic)

Benadryl (Nerevarine, HoK, LDB, this old man had a lot of bullshit happening to him)

Tivandryn aka Titi aka Tiv (Nerevarine)

Medrel/Merelia (before/post reincarnation. Reincarnation happens to be LDB)

Alyssa (LDB)

Miscellaneous

Nyhm (technically exists in both Sky City and the fantasy one)

Caldan (same as Nyhm, although ze's less present)

The Six (the Fabric of the Universe used to be people)

Svetlana (Symbaroum TTRPG character)

Myth-Anar (Symbaroum TTRPG character)

Sci-Fi setting (aka third known galaxy to host life)

Ath

The nephew

The fish (ship pilot)

The robot (maintenance guy)

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🐢🥀Aliyah Rose Music Playlist 🥀🐢

Before we get to the songs I need to say something real quick. Back when I started this blog last year I did this same post about the music playlist with my OC but then time passed and I realized one thing.. some songs didn’t fit well with her. So I erased that post and thought of doing it again with songs that characterizes better with Aliyah (I let some songs from the old post because some songs fit with her)

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SAYGRACE feat. G-Eazy - You Don’t Own Me

The Score - Who I Am

Avril Lavigne - Bad Reputation

Little Mix - Salute

Ashnikko - Daisy

Ariana Grande feat. Mikey Cyrus and Lana del Rey - Don’t Call Me Angel

2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa - We Own It

Krewella - Say Goodbye

Christina Perri - Human

Chase Holfelder - Believer

2WEI - Survivor

Billie Eillish - Therefore I Am

Cady Groves - This Little Girl

Against The Current - Weapon

LEDGER - Not Dead Yet

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

Kelly Clarkson - Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)

Skylar Grey - Wreak Havoc

Naomi Scott - Speechless

Kings and Queens - Ava Max

(I’m gonna do one with Leo x Aliyah next but that’s going to be later)

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OC Associations Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @jessicas-story-blog22! I'm gonna be doing this with all the OC's I've ever created because it's gonna get repetitive real quick otherwise lol

Tagging @tryingtimi @wherearetheplants @athenixrose @annarts05 @cherrybombfangirlwrites and anyone else who wants to <3

⏳ TIME:

Dawn: Noah Gates from Bad Moon Rising. He's a very hopeful person, despite everything he's gone through, and he keeps moving towards another sunrise.

Noon: Aidan Callahan from The Realm Beneath The Sea. They have a lot of that summer afternoon vibe, and he loves bright daylight.

Dusk: Ivy Mason from an unnamed story that's been in my head for forever. She has that dangerous energy that comes out when the sun sets and the world is plunged in the darkness, mixed with the tranquility twilight brings.

Night: Sage Dowley from TRBTS. She keeps watch over her ship and crew every night as she navigates by the stars. She feels safer at night, and she doesn't have as much of a temper.

🤝 RELATIONSHIP

Friend: Reed Acerbi from BMR is the ride-or-die kind of friend. You won't find anyone as loyal as he is, and he's proud of that.

Ex: Max Acerbi from BMR. She’s quite literally an ex, but she also gives off the vibe of “we’re exes but we’re still friends”. Well, once you get past her slightly murderous tendencies.

Enemy: Ryan Peck from BMR. He literally exists just to be an asshole.

✨ SEASON

Spring: Rylan O’Neill from TRBTS. He’s full of energy and life, and kind of reminds everyone of a young deer.

Summer: Heather Clark from Heather And Raven. I’m not even sure why, she just embodies the summer.

Autumn: Sage Dowley from TRBTS. She has the temper of a fall storm lol.

Winter: Tristan Lowell from TRBTS. Partly because he comes from a winter-y country, but also because he’s quiet and contemplative, while still having an edge.

🌀 DESTRUCTION

Tornado: Ava Rosier from Red Palmer Psychic. She comes out of nowhere and upends everything. When she’s through with things, nothing looks the same anymore.

Wildfire: Sage Dowley from TRBTS, ironically enough. She stops for nothing (or no one) and destroys everything standing between her and her goals.

Earthquake: Tristan Lowell from TRBTS. In particular, the way he gets angry. You don’t see it coming, there’s no warning, it just happens.

Tsunami: Frankie Pérez from RPP. She’s overwhelming and there’s no way of escaping her if she wants to talk to you.

🌄 LANDSCAPE

Mountain: Tristan Lowell from TRBTS. Strong, solid, immovable. It fits him.

Forest: Blaine (whose surname I forgot) from the same unnamed story as Ivy Mason. There’s a lot of darkness in him, the way a forest gets darker the deeper you go. It’s misleading, though Blaine doesn’t intend to be.

Ocean: Sage Dowley from TRBTS (obviously). Sage has the same temper that the sea does, changing in the blink of an eye from flat as a mirror to wild and stormy.

Desert: Braxton Wright from my undeveloped steampunk fantasy story. He might look unapproachable and intimidating, but he’s actually a very warm person. You just need to look a little further to see it.