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Love Is Blind

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Summary: The time has come to reveal your and Henry's relationship to your brothers, simple right? Well it would be if your wasn't the baby sister to the infamous Shelby brothers.

Warnings: RPF, Swearing, Slight Angst, Fluff, Confrontation, Implied Violence

A/N: so here is the Peaky Blinders AU that i started a few days ago, Im really happy with this and had a lot of fun with it. But please excuse the typo's

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You looked around the road eyes wide ,watching the passers by. The peaky blinders were everywhere... this was always a risk, not to mention you wasn't entirely sure where each of your brothers were. Or aunt Polly you only knew that Ava was off with her lover Fred. And you were doing much of the same... Well not Fred but Henry, your own lover. You'd met him when welcoming Tommy home from the war... He was hard to miss tall- taller then Tommy even! and injured he was searching the crowded dock but... It was clear to see that noone was there to greet him off the boat. He looked distraught and shattered. You were a bleeding heart and had approached him as your family had a small get together, you'd given him a hug pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek and welcomed him home giving him one of the flowers in the bouquet you'd brought for tommy. He had appreciated it, more then you'd ever know.

What you hadn't known was that he was moving into a home a few streets away. A few weeks later you saw him and he thanked you politely, you couldn't help think how very handsome he was, perfect blue eyes but for a speck of brown in his right eye, sharp regal features and pale alabaster skin now free from the bruising of his injury. He hadn't been as broad or muscular back then, but had been tall and lean.

Over the next few months chance meetings became dates, dates became full days basking in one another's presence until finally after a few months you'd fallen for the amazing gentle giant. It had been hard falling so hopelessly in love with Henry and having to hide from brothers and gangsters alike. But somehow you'd both made it with minimal near misses. Three years. Three years you'd been having this secret romance with him. But now you wanted more, as selfish as it was you wanted to be free to love him in public. Without worrying who may have seen you or if Aunt Polly will tell Thomas.

Yes she knew alright. There are no secrets from Aunt Polly. She said you done well and had even spoke with Henry a few times, she liked him. He wasn't in the business but could protect you, his shear size would be enough of a deterrent to others. And honestly she thought Tommy would get along with him, henry was clever and had an imposing frame. If Tommy had the chance, you knew Henry would be pulled into the fold, you were just unsure if that's what you both wanted.

Henry hadn't had much luck with work at first when he was here, so he became a boxer for a time learning to fight and defend himself and bulked up. It was terrifying to watch him be so ferocious in the ring and you thanked god each day Henry had avoided gaining a crooked nose. A few times you'd run into Tommy at the fights, your brother had singled you out and had you brought to him to stand and watch. But you were pleased to find out that your brother always placed his money on your man... So that was a good sign wasn't it?

Henry knew you didn't like his fighting but continued, he wanted to offer you everything. A home with kids and garden a cute little dog and the best clothes and food money could buy. So he saved everything! Kept all his winnings and in just over a year he had a nice sum of money in bets from his winnings and managed to earn enough for a small house. Since then he had a job doing the heavy lifting in a local Steel works.

Everything was set! Henry had a home for you, which you had a hand in help decorate. He promised a long and happy future with you! There was just the small problem of your family. They were... Protective to say the least, not only were you a Shelby sister but younger then Ava.

You quickly left the street today you were meeting Henry by the docks where Tommy kept the horse he'd just got. It was close... but not too close, it was worth the risk to be able to see Henry. Today was the day. You both decided! Henry will talk to them, introduce himself to your brothers this afternoon at the pub before they could drink too much.

You rounded the barn casting one final glance over your shoulder out of habit and slipped into the stalls. You could see him already, his flat cap and dark blue suit. Oh god he had dressed up for it, shit tommy would laugh him out of the bar. You chewed your lip and quivered you were anxious, this could be make or break. If Tommy was against it there was no way you could sneak about and keep your relationship going. They would chase henry out of Birmingham. Or kill him.

You stepped around the horse and giggled watching as henry gave himself a little pep talk twisting his signet ring on his pinkie with shaky hands. He was terrified and so were you. He paused and spun around to face you when he heard the small clicks of your heels on the concrete floor.

"W-what do you think?" he said spinning around holding his hands out letting you get a look at him. You stepped closer to him trying to settle your rapid heart. He was immaculate, stunning and handsome, sculpted by the gods... But looked too pretty. And god knows a Shelby girl wont be allowed to date a pretty boy. You smiled at him stopping inches away from him and walked your fingers over his chest slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket.

"You are magnificent... But a little too refined." you hummed motioning for him to shrug out of the loose suit jacket. He hissed out a shaky breath as you took the jacket from him and tucked it over your arm. That was better, the vest and white shirt showed his frame perfectly, and it also showed the slight strain on the buttons of his shirt. Hinting at the powerful man hidden beneath. You wanted them to see he was a strong man and it wasn't all the cut of the suit. You needed them to see you'd chosen a strong man capable of protecting you.

"There perfect" you said stepping back straightening his tie a little and stood back eyeing him carefully. There really was nothing more you could do. He would have to prove himself in what ever test your brother would conjure on the spot. By god you hope he impressed them.

"Yes you are" he quipped quickly eyes locking on to you making you blush and look away tip toeing around the horse in the stall that hid the two of you. Henry drew in a deep breath watching you closely. This was it. Today was the day, and he hadn't a clue what he was going to say to the great Shelby men. He cursed under his breath turning from you for a second. You understood, this wasn't just your future you were risking today, it was his life. Not many impress Tommy and far less managed to get in his good books when they were trying it on with the baby sister.

"You know that you have to just... Go in there and say 'I'm dating your sister' Right? Be firm and tell them like it is! Stand up to them! They would respect that" You cooed grinning at him from across the barn watching as your love eyed you from the other side of the magnificent white horse Tommy had recently got.

"What and have John blind me with his blades?" He scoffed at you before rounding the horse ducking under the stallions huge head and leant forward trapping you with huge hands resting either side of the horse stall you were leaning on.

"Ugh Johnny boy couldn't even reach your eyes Henry... Its just Tommy and Arthur you need to watch..." you rolled your eyes at him trying to act normal and ignore the black cloud hanging over your head. If this was the last time you were to be alone with him you wanted him to remember you as you are, not the nervous terrified woman you were at this moment. You smirked rising on your tip toes and teased his lips with your breath making him groan silently, the deep contracting of his wide barrelled chest the only give away to the effect you had on him.

You pulled back just as he dipped down to meet your lips and giggled at him as he wound his large arms around you hoisting you up by your waist and sat you on the wooden fence on the box stall bringing you eye level with him. You giggled folding your arms in your lap with his jacket knowing he wouldn't let you fall, he never did.

"Ah just Tommy and Arthur... That is cruel, I'm shaking in my shoes love" he teased wetting his lips with the luxurious pink tongue you knew all too well.

"Aww my poor bear, so frightened of my brothers I know, perhaps this will help you find that courage of yours~" you cooed before pressing forward kissing him on the lips. His lips drew up into a beaming grin and he stepped closer forcing your legs to part and dress to rise up to your knees as he devoured you in a heated yet forbidden kiss.

"Well then lets go shall we?" He grumbled eyes alight with a new want, a deep desire he had never shown before. It was thrilling and awe inspiring. Like he had a new lust, a lust for life and not just what was hidden beneath your skirts.

"Oh love like you said Tommy and Arthur?! I'm going to need all my strength for this meeting" he laughed as your face held a look of shock and disbelief then a petulant pout when you realised there will be no quick romp in the hay this afternoon. With one final wink he spun around heading for the door.

You stood outside the pub. Your brothers were inside, you could feel it. There was a buzz in the air, the destinct feeling that followed 'the boss' hanging around. You had drawn a little attention walking the streets With henry at your side. People watched as the young Shelby woman walked arm in arm with an undisclosed male carrying his jacket no less. It made you cringe hearing the murmurs of 'should we tell the boss' 'does tommy know?' 'should we help her?' but luckily none made any moves towards you as you moved deeper and deeper into the heath. Towards the pub. You slowed as you neared the final destination and henry pulled out his cigarette tin fishing out the small stick deciding to have a quick smoke before entering the proverbial lions den.

"It will be okay... He will... Test you, but remember family is everything and I'm his youngest sister so..." you trailed off, the truth was you didn't know what Tommy would do or say. He was unpredictable and cunning, he liked to test people. You just hoped Henry passed with flying colours... or the only thing flying will be... you closed your eyes trying not to think of what would happen if things went sour. Henry could die, literally die today for loving you. It curdled your stomach you cant loose him. You hoped Tommy would see that.

"I know that... Here twos?" he said offering you the small cigarette he had been dragging on quickly nervously trying to pull some more courage from the small stick. Because once he was inside he couldn't show any weakness. It was daunting unable to show weakness when the love of his life was on the line. Henry was under no illusions Tommy could and would kill him, and there would be little Henry could do.

"Just remember y/n no matter what I love you. I will always love you" henry said as you toom a few drags on the cigarette. You whined and nodded breathing out the smoke trying to exhale all the tension and anxiety with the fumes.

"I love you too Henry, so much more then I thought I could ever love anyone" without a thought Henry pulled you to him and pressed a kiss to your lips. He didn't give a damn he was kissing the forbidden princess right outside her king brothers castle, or that the others around them would see. Be needed this one final pick me up before faceing the firing squad.

You smiled pulling back handing Henry the remainder of the cigarette and nodded to him. You got this. Then entered the pub walking right into the private room where your family sat. Instantly Polly looked at you frowning seeing you were pale, worried. Then her eyes flicked to your hands still folded with Henry's jacket draped over them. She drew a deep breath and sat straighter looking at the three males wearily. Oh god.

"Tommy I need to talk to you" you said seriously. But the blue eyed man rolled his eyes flicking the ash off his cigarette into the crystal ashtray before speaking dismissively trying to wave you off.

"Your not having that cat its final" john and Arthur chuckled at the automatic response Tommy gave but you frowned. You wasn't to sure what to say next, you didn't want to agitate him but you needed him to listen.

"No its not that- I have something to tell you and its important" you said drawing the attention of John and Arthur, but tommy heaved a sigh and moved stubbing out the lit cigarette and flicked his eyes to you letting you know he was listening.

"Mr Shelby could we talk?" You looked up seeing Henry standing there, tall and wide. Firm and unafraid confidently eyeing your brothers in a way oud never seen before. People cowered. Henry wasn't there was no hint of the anxious man outside. Henry was on a mission.

"Not now can't you see I'm speaking with my sister?" He grunted his voice was even. But to others could be seen as irritated. You turned as Henry didn't so much as flinch, you thought he'd run off but Henry let himself into the room standing closely behind you, one hand moving to his head removing his flat cap revealing the neat styled hair. The usually fluffy curls pulled into a slick style that accentuated his angular features. You nodded to him with a smile pleading him to carry on. What you didn't expect was for henrys huge arm to wrap around your waist in front of your sibling's. Fuck. You felt the shift in the room, anger and shock radiating from the men but an overwhelming curiosity. They wanted to watch this, it was rare someone was so god damned stupid as to put hands on you.

"She is the reason I'm here Mr Shelby" Henrys voice carried over the small space in a low determined tone. You tucked yourself into him, pivoting and twisting a hand to his tummy resting there, fingers twisting the button on his vest. You just needed to feel him, you felt like you were shielding him, but it was also self soothing. You needed to reassure yourself he was here for you. No one else. You.

"Oh? And why is that then?" Tommy shifted leaning back eyeing the man who was being so familiar with his baby sister. Tommy was no fool, you hand flinched or pulled away, this male had been around you enough that you were used to him touching you. You gravitated towards him like... like a lover? Tommy's blue eyes bit into the man. As unsettling as it was seeing his sister so close to another man Tommy couldn't help feeling a little relief, a small spark of joy. If this was your beau you'd done well. Tall, muscular wide and imposing. Not many would pick a fight with him, even drunk people would steer clear of him.

"She invited me" Tommy smirked hearing the man speak, he was confident. Unafraid that boded well too. He wasn't a fucking coward... or atleast he was pretending not to be.

"This is what I wanted to talk to you all about...Tommy, Arthur, John... This is Henry... My?" You hesitated and looked between henry and our family. You just froze, clammed up at the calculating look on Tommy's face. It was frightening being scrutinised by him.

"Lover sweetheart we agreed no more secrets" Henry finally broke the silence tipping his face down to yours with a smile. Ignoring your family in favour of snapping you back to reality.

"Oh no you fuckin' aint sonny boy- y/n you get your ass over here now!" Arthur broke the silence with a rough voice shouting, ordering you to round the table and sit next to him. You grit your teeth and shoo, your head at Arthur watching as he turned red in anger. You wasn't like Ava, you never caused trouble or made trouble for your brothers, heel you were a 'goody two shoes' always doing as you were told. But this time you refused to do as you were asked and stayed put.

Tommy ever the eagle eye noticed. He had been ready to rip this man to shreds but, your simple act of defiance caught his attention. You wasn't a girl to play silly games, so to blatantly refuse and tell them no and side with this Henry meant you were serious. This was serious. And Tommy was wracking his brain he recognised this man... But from where? He was sure he wasn't a blinder so who was he?

"Now y/n don't make me come and get ya"

"I said no" you snapped at your eldest brother, but your eyes were on Tommy. Henry squeezed your waist as you stared down your most threatening of brothers. Eyes locking with his blue gaze as you held your ground. The smallest of smirks tugged at his lip. You were unsure if it was good or bad but he wasn't scowling so you'd take that as a win.

"Your the one that was boxing...pulverised the others" Tommy said pointing slowly at Henry whilst pulling a crystal glass of whisky towards him, his thumb skimming the rim of the glass in thought. He was thinking, scheming... but then again when was Thomas Shelby not scheming?

"Yes, not that it was personal I needed to win" henry spoke clearly not letting the severe glares f your other brothers shake him. He was impenetrable a solid rock- a mass of a man all firm and sharp angles determined and poised.

"Oh? And why is that then?" Tommy purred still keeping his cards close to his chest, no one knew what he really thought of you and henry or the relationship at that moment. But he was speaking, not shooting. And that was all that mattered.

"I needed the money to buy a house for your sister" Henry said plainly placing his hat on the table in front of him. It was a strange gesture but one you understood. He was making himself comfortable but also using it as a metaphor throwing his hat in the ring so to speak, showing your family he had no intentions on hightailing it out of there and leaving you in the dust.

"You did, did you?" Here was something, a twinkle in the cool blues. You tried to dig deeper but as soon as it was there it had vanished. For a second you dare say your brother was impressed with your choice in man.

"I wasn't coming to you without being able to offer your sister something... I wanted to prove I'm capable of providing her a future" Henry shrugged feeling Tommy with a stare. You shivered hearing the iron will, the absolute control Henry had over himself. John scoffed and leant over the table glaring at Henry dragging on his cigarette then spoke up trying to mimic Tommy's own indifferent threatening demeanour, but failed. There was only one Terrifying Tommy.

" and some tiny house on a backstreet in Birmingham is a future?" john scoffed laughing outloud trying to dampen Henry's resolve. But your man was ready and grinned smugly showing off the perfect teeth and stunning looks.

"Medium actually... not huge but its bigger then what she is used to, with front and back garden bought and paid for... Last week I even got her a kitten... Russian blue expensive but y/n wanted one and I wont deny her" he replied without missing a beat. Henry was proud of what he had achieved, and so he should be. The house he had managed to buy was a nicely sized three bedroom home, and it was indeed larger then where you lived with your family at the moment. Well decorated and furnished with tasteful furniture most of which you picked out together.

"And what you think I'll give my blessing because you got her a bloody cat?" tommy drew the attention back to him. You swallowed dryly. Tommy sounded mad now. You moved shuffling in front of Henry trying to cover him more, yet your hand wandered behind your back and you clasped your lovers hand tightly hoping things wont go from bad to worse.

"No, you don't need to bless anything, I'm not here to ask. I'm telling you that we are together and serious...We've been a couple for almost three years... And its about time I informed you" your breath hitched as Henry's voice resounded in the room. Oh god that was too far! You paled and snapped your head to him on the brink of tears and pressed back into Henry trying to make him pull back, but no. The man was a brick wall- immovable and stubborn... yet cool and unfazed. But what struck you most was the shock on your brothers faces. No one had spoken to any of them like that for a very long time. And for good reason.

"There is a fine line between courage and stupidity Henry" Tommy said recovering from the shock quicker then the others. He didn't even see you now standing on shaking knees trying to shield henry as much as you could with your frame. But it was no use, Henry was to big, you were but a tiny waif of a woman in front of him. But Tommy bore his curious gaze into the huge man. It would appear your love now had his undivided attention.

"I know, but I'm on the right side of it. I love your sister. And I have loved her for three years, since the day I got off the boat" tommy tilted his head to the side surprized once more by your lover. You drew a slow breath in. You knew tommy respected those who fought for their country.

"You served?" came the question as tommy poured himself another glass and then lit up another cigarette. You saw a quick smile light up his face, but again it was gone before anyone could really notice. Henry heaved a deep breath and nodded, he was no fool. He took a chance and it had paid off, or it seemed to have paid off he wasn't staring down the barrel of a gun or had a peaky cap flung at his face.

"Yes, along side you in fact... I was smaller then... Easy to miss. Your sister showed kindness to me when I had no one and nothing. She gave me hope, hope for the possibility of family and a normal life. She managed to ease my terrors and pull me from the memories of the war. And for that I will give her everything" henry spoke, you noticed your brothers each shrunk. They understood, the war left scars on the mind and it was true even henry had suffered, but you were able to sooth him and bring him back from the worst night terrors. Tommy grunted and flicked his gaze from you to your man then back again. There was a warmer hint to the blues, dare you say an acceptance. But even you knew he was still going to pull something out of the bag and throw a curveball at your love. Tommy still needed to test Henry, but atleast you could say so far so good.

"And taken something I assume?" Polly hissed looking away as your brother spoke. You rolled your eyes, did he seriously want to know if you'd fucked? Tommy held Henry captive in his gaze he knew the answer but for some reason he wanted the hear it out loud. You couldn't help this was Tommy's test, he was daring your lover to lie to him. You prayed Henry wasn't that stupid. To your reliefe he proved he wasn't as he replied sincerely.

"I shared something freely given I assure you there was no pressure" the statement wasn't smug, henry didn't make you sound like an achievement, something to conquer. And he made it clear that he hadn't pressed you into anything. It earned him a nod from all three men, you smiled they were coming around to Henry. Thank fuck!

"And you come here and say that to my face? Tell me you've broken in my sister? You certainly have balls" your smile dropped and you shifted on your feet. What just happened? Things were going great, and now they weren't? Luckily Henry was more prepared for this then you and he answered smoothly not fazed by the way things had turned so quickly.

"Yes I'm not going to stand here and lie about our relationship I love her. And I'll not hide it a second more. I will protect her and cherish her she has my upmost respect"

"So you say you respect her? Yet... She's carrying you jacket around like some maid?" tommy tried twisting things pokeing at Henry trying to get a rise out of him. Probably so he had a reason to chase him off. But you wanst having it.

"Tommy, I'm holding it so he cannot run! Stop being an ass" you growled releasing Henry's hand and moved forward seething at your brother who lounged back regarding you carefully.

"That's enough mouth from you y/n you've done enough becoming a fucking little whore when our back is turned?" you paused takeing half a step back as tommy's furious gaze landed on you. You quivered feeling hurt, flushing in anger and embarrassment. Not once had he spoke to you like that, you were always praised by your brother, protected and loved to hear him growl at you so cruely was heart breaking.

"I'd ask you don't speak to her like that-" Henry spoke up growing angry himself with the way Tommy had spoke to you. But henry was ignored as Tommy began to lay into you hissing venomously belittling you in front of your family and lover.

"Tell me sister is this some last mineut attempt to cover up a bastard? If so is it even his? For all we know you could be bed hopping all over the heath" you whined at the assault mouth hanging open trying to form words but it was hard. Your eyes welled with tears. Call you a cry baby but you loved your brothers and tried to do them proud to have one of them be so nasty cut you deep.

"No!- Tommy of course not-"

"So your just becoming the heaths bike then? To think after everything you'd sink so low to ruin yourself- Ava was one thing she's always ran around behind our backs but you? I really expected better then to become a two bit whore" his words were like razors ice picks hitting your chest, he always knew how to slice deep. It came with being a blinder- but you never thought you'd be on the receiving end. You moved back another step bumping into Henry, you wanted to run and hide. For the first time in your life you were scared, you didn't want to feel your brothers fury.

"Do not speak to her like that in my presence ever again" Henry snarled brushing past you hiding your quivering from behind him. He was livid and for a second you thought he was going to swing for your brother.

"She's my sister-" Tommy started looking back at henry who had taken the bait hook line and sinker. But was cut off by henry stepping forward leaning over crowding Tommy thumping the table with more force then necessary. Everything jumped, the glasses ashtray even the bottle leapt from the table. You jerked gasping as the bang echoed in the room.

"I don't give a fuck. You wont ever talk to her that again. She is mine and brother or not you will treat her with respect or you will pay for it!" everything stopped. No one moved. No one breathed. It wasn't everyday someone threatened A Shelby, least of all Tommy. Henry growled at your blue eyed brother. Tommy tilted his head taking him in.

"H-henry?" you whispered moving forward pressing a hand to the small buckle as the back of his vest tugging him back, making him stand at his full Hight just in time as John shot up from his seat ready to lunge.

"Oi! Don't you talk to him like that I'll have your fucking eyes!" he roared jumping up turning on your lover but Tommy stopped him fisting a hand in his jacket and tugging him to sit back down... He was grinning?

"Tommy?" Arthur asked not following, but then again he always was a few steps behind everyone. You frowned blinking back tears and gasped. That bastard! It was a trick! You slumped and wrapped yourself around henry before anyone could realise what happened. Henry curled himself around you frowning confused and you tucked yourself into him.

"Any man who a the balls to defend her against me...Will protect her from anyone..." Tommy spoke and tipped his head to the seat across from him offering Henry a seat at the table. You both sat quickly beside one another Polly moved pouring you both a drink, you looked like you needed it.

"So? So you mean we can be together?" Henry asked trying to keep up with how he'd just gone from having a target on his back to having a seat with the family. Tommy smiled nodding whilst bringing his own drink to his lips sipping the amber liquid then spoke.

"Mmm But you've broken her... You'll repay me for ruining her by making her an honest woman"

"The rings in my pocket" Henry said rubbing your back as you shook next to him, the adrenaline and worry now rushing through you. All these years of anxiety washing away with sweet tears of reliefe. Henry tucked you under his arm and held you close on the bench seat hushing you as you crumbled. You didn't really register what was said instead pressed your self into him hands tugging his clothes trying to calm down.

"Then do it- but you ever turn your fists on her I'll kill you" Tommy threatened holding out his cigarette tin offering one to henry, he took it thanking him then popped it between his lips and lit the white stick. His hand only quivered slightly, the rush of what just happened hitting him.

"It will never happen, I couldn't live with myself if I ever made her feel less then perfect let alone harm her" he said squeezing you tighter to his side.

"Then we have a deal?" tommy smiled, a genuine smile as he spied the two of you. He had no doubt, if henry was willing to go toe to toe with him in his pub, in front of his family- probably the most dangerous thing you could do in the heath. Then henry will take care of you and protect you with his life. Plus Henry made you happy and that was all Tommy could ask for, your safety and happiness. Contrary to what people thought he had no issues with anyone dating his sisters. He just didn't want his girls to have weak simpering husbands to protect them should the worst ever happen... And Henry knew how to shoot a gun from his time in the forces, so when handed a weapon Tommy wont have to worry about having a newbie protecting his baby sister. And Henry will be given a gun to protect you with.

"That we do" Henry grinned shaking Tommy's hand and quickly snagged your own placing a thin gold band on your left ring finger before you could even muster a single sound. You blinked wiping your eyes pawing at the salty droplets and gasped seeing the band on your finger, a small diamond in the centre or the dainty ring.

"W-what your not e-ven gonna ask me Henry?" You stuttered at him hiccupping and sniffling trying not to have a full blown breakdown and cry from both relief and happiness. Henry laughed pressing a cheeky kiss to your cheek making you flush and tuck your head back into his chest trying to hide from the onlookers.

"Now why would I give you the chance to say no? Hmm? I may be a tad slow sometimes but I'm not a complete idiot" he purred finishing with a small chuckle, that the others echoed everyone had calmed down accepting the news. You whined at him and slapped his chest lightly pouting as henry laughed.

"Besides your brother and I made a deal" he added as you pulled back eyeing your new ring with a weak smile managing to control yourself bar a few sniffling gasps and the odd rogue tear.

"Oh s-o I'm b-business?~" you tried to tease him but the words lost their bite as you were still tearful from your crying. You were weepy you couldn't help it, today had been stressful- hell this past week had been stressful!

"Business? No... Your my world love" he cooed not caring in the slightest at how soppy he sounded. He wasn't here to put on a show for your brothers. He was here for you.

"I love you" you said peeking up at him with a shy smile.

"Good to know~" he hummed winking at you taking another drag of the cigarette, but you pouted sticking out your bottom lip like you did each time he teased you.

"Yes, yes I love you too" he caved pressing a chaste kiss to your lips drawing a growl from your eldest brother, but nothing was thrown so you summarized you were safe.

"Congratulations Henry I told you they weren't that bad" Polly spoke up quickly ending your sweet kiss before anything could go south.

"Yes Ms Polly you were right, we should have listened to you" henry admitted rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly

"Wait pol you knew?" tommy growled snapping to his aunt but the older woman rolled her eyes. Honestly you think he'd learn by now. No one pulled the wool over Polly's eyes.

"Who to you think has helped keep her from having a kid for three years Tommy! At least that's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore thank god!" she huffed pretending to be annoyed but you knew she was happy for you. She had been routing for henry, and trying to get you to tell the boys for a long time. You were just scared.

"Polly! Stop it" you squeaked flushing, no one needed to know just what Polly had been helping you with! Least of all your fucking siblings!

"What its true? Now your free to pop them out without any uncomfortable questions from this lot, and i have no doubt it will be soon" she teased with a smirk enjoying tormenting you, she had bit her tongue for too long it was about time she got to poke fun at you. You were such a shy innocent little thing.

"Oh my god stop" you moaned ducking down as everyone chuckled at your expense. Henry then made it worse by ducking down beside you and whispered in your ear.

"...She does have a point love" then nipped at it quickly before turning back to your brothers as your face flamed.

It hadn't been the easiest of days, but in the end all the worry and anxiety had paid off not only had you managed to reveal your relationship to your family with no casualties. But you also became engaged to the man of your dreams. Tommy seemed relived, he was happy for you in his own over protective brotherly way. The freedom that came with todays outcome was worth it and now you and henry were free to start your lives together. Truly start with a marriage kids the whole nine yards! And you'd never been happier.

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[Image Description: Two fan-made Pokemon based on the blue tick hound breed of dog.

The first Pokemon is a dog-like Pokemon resembling a blue tick hound puppy. Its body is mostly dark blue with a lighter blue stomach and brown parches on its paws, muzzle, and the tip of its tail. It has a dark blue nose and big brown eyes, and it is sticking its tongue our and holding one paw up from a sitting position. Its front paws are clumpy-looking as though coated in thick mud. Blue test outlined in beige to the right of the image reads "Mudwelp".

The second Pokemon is a dog-like Pokemon resembling a blue tick hound. Its head is dark blue with a light brown muzzle and brown eyes, while its body is lighter blue with dark blue ripple-like patterns and light brown patches on its paws and tip of its tail. It has one paw up, as though about to stand in a "point" pose. Blue test outlined in beige to the right of the image reads "Beckhound".

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Mudwelp - Muddy Pup Pokemon - water/ground Mudwelp are known for digging in anything, from flower beds to sand boxes, though its favorite digging spots are the muddy shores of waterways. Tidy Trainers should probably avoid catching this Pokemon. / Mud builds up around this Pokemon’s paws as it prefers to dig in shallow river beds rather than practice swimming. As it grows, it becomes more confident in attempting to swim in deeper waters.

Beckhound - River Dog Pokemon - water/ground This Pokemon’s webbed toes make it an exceptional swimmer. That along with its loud call make it a perfect companion for fishers and hunters alike. / Its ripple-like spot pattern allows it to blend into flowing water. Out of the water, this Pokemon is a loyal companion and loves greeting new potential friends with its loud braying bark.

More Cantessy Pokemon and AAAAAAAAA we've already reached my favorites ;w; Of course I'd add a dog Pokemon, not only is "dog" a common Pokemon theme but this is ME we're talking about! Look at the username here people! ;P So yeah, Mudwelp and Beckhound are based on blue tick hounds, cuz they're a pretty popular breed in these parts. I decided to take the coloration of the blue tick, those dark and brown patches, and use that as the basis for their typing. And lil Mudwelp has muddy clumpy pawbs! ;w; Aaaaa I'm so proud of these two! They'd probably be more physical attackers with some good speed, if I'd have to hazard a guess. I'm not entirely sure just yet, right now I'm just experiencing Dog-Induced Euphoria, hehe.

Reminder that if anyone wants to suggest moves for any Cantessy Fakemon to learn and some physical stats where I haven’t yet figured them out, feel free to throw ‘em at me :3 Links to their info pages will be provided in the replies!

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#pokemon #fakemon #cantessy region #mudwelp #beckhound #PUPPY #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description #long post #(thanks for indirectly reminding me mads i forgot to add that tag initially ^^; )

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biinarysttars · 4 years

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Okaaaaaay here they are!! My Mane 6 redesigns! I’m definitely happiest w/ Pinkie Pie!

Design notes and links to the images I edited under the cut!

If you like these designs, please consider reblogging this post! Likes really do nothing at all for me, but reblogs will allow more people to see my work! Thank you so much <3

General notes: First, I wanted to make them a rainbow! So each one of them represents one ROYGBV colour! Seemed like it would make more sense, that way. I also wanted to give them more noticeable hooves, since they ARE ponies!

Pinkie Pie: I really didn’t need to alter Pinkie Pie’s colour scheme at all! I thought it spoke for itself. That being said, it was still very, very plain compared to the entire rest of her personality. I wanted it to look busy, but the business comes from patterns so you really don’t need to look very hard! I also gave her symmetrical piebald spots, and symmetrical hair buns. I thought it might make more sense for her curls to be a lot tighter! All of that symmetry is supposed to represent the controlled chaos of her personality!

Rainbow Dash: I had a lot of issues with RD’s colour scheme. She’s a very show-off-y character, and the thing she tries to show of the most is her flying! So WHY did they make her THE SAME COLOUR AS THE SKY? I made her orange so that she would be bright and obvious! I also stole some inspiration from G3 Rarity with her mane and tail-- warm colours for her mane, and cold for her tail! When she’s flying really fast, it all comes together to look like a rainbow! And! What colour do you get when you mix every colour (pigment theory, not light theory)? It’s brown! Making her orange allowed me to outline her mane and tail in brown.

Then for her markings, I wanted to give her socks! They look like those long, athletic-wear socks (they’re supposed to, anyways)!

Finally, her earrings! Those are not just part of her design, but I like to picture that she takes them out when she’s about to go flying. Someone needs to hang on to them, though, because she can’t just leave them lying on the ground! Looks like she’s got an audience member for these craaaazy stunts she’s about to practise.

Rarity: I didn’t think there was anything wrong with Rarity, but hell, I was doing the other five, and there was an idea I wanted to try...

She was the last one I designed, and I knew she had to be yellow, but I didn’t want to throw away the royal violet mane and tail! That seemed crucial to Rarity’s design. I thought it would look interesting if they were maybe lined with violet, and boy!! That certainly turned out very well! Then, I eliminated the blue from her design, since it didn’t seem like it added anything, anymore. I’m not super clear on what her special talent actually is, but I figured she needed more references to her passion: sewing/dressmaking. The light gold strands in her hair are supposed to look like golden threads!

Applejack: I might not be the happiest with Applejack’s design-- in fact, I’ll probably redo it at some point! That being said, there are a few core ideas at play here:

First off, almost the entirety of the Apple family is green, or red, or some mixture of both; even those who are yellow/brown have green or red hair to balance them out! And sure, there are golden delicious apples! But Applejack is orange. Which bothered me.

I originally tried to make her red, but I couldn’t find something that didn’t end up with her just looking like Big Mac. Plus, Apple Bloom is already the inversion of Big Mac! Not that siblings can’t look alike, but it felt unoriginal to do something like that. Not to mention, I’m PRETTY sure AJ’s talent will be to take over the role of head of the Apple family after Granny Smith, so I wanted her to look a lot like Granny Smith!

I was originally going to have her lose the hat, because of all the ponies that were going to accessorize, Applejack seems like the least likely one (except for when it’s actually practical, like when she’s actually working the farm), but then there wasn’t enough red to tie it all together.

Fluttershy: The base idea around Fluttershy’s recolour was simple: give her colours to make her stand out less. As a pegasus, she’d probably benefit from blending in with the sky, in theory! So, blue. A green mane to tie together that more natural feeling.

The pink accents are there to soften her. Fun fact: the gradient on her legs was how I was going to originally do socks! It just didn’t look quite right on RD. I wanted to do gradients in her mane/tail, but it didn’t end up looking the way I wanted it to.

I didn’t want to lose the pastel vibes of her original design, otherwise I might have tried a more earthy palette!

Twilight Sparkle: Twilight was the first pony I redesigned! I am very happy with her!!

I wanted to make her seem more magical; it’s really not the darker colours that do this on their own, but the very bright secondary colours against them! Her yellow eyes also really add to this effect, I think! I also made her cutie mark match the new colour scheme.

Violet is already a colour associated with magic, so I knew I wanted to keep that! Blue is associated with wisdom, and while I didn’t get to keep any of it in this new design, I think her gala dress would still be blue! Something can be your favourite colour without it being part of your body! For example, mine is also blue, but I have brown eyes! Guess I’ve gotta stick to blue clothes!

Her diamond is very large, and stretches up and around her horn. I considered giving her glasses, but I have experience with being an avid reader with no friends! I myself do not have glasses. This is a classic case of projection and also not knowing how to draw glasses in this style.

If you read all that, please feel free to let me know what you think! If there’s anything you disagree with, or if you have any advice for future edits, let me know and I’ll keep it in mind for next time!

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caitlinsnicket · 5 years

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Heroic entrance

Request: Lee Scoresby imagine w/fem!reader please! You're an explorer, and married to Lee (and an old friend of Iorek's), you've been up north for some time when Lee is travelling to see Iorek and after Lee and the Gyptians run into some TarTars, you swoop in and kick some serious ass, and reunite with Lee! + How he introduces you to the Gyptians / meeting Iorek again ? Basically proud hubby Lee!

Characters: Lee Scoresby, Y/N, John Faa, Lyra Belaqua, Iorek Byrnison.

Warnings: Canonical violence. I think that’s all.

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x Y/N.

A/N: I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FINISH THIS! But a lot of things have happened these days, and I’m going to be even more busy in th beginging of this month, but I promise I’ll do all requests I’ve gotten. Feel free to like, reblog or leave a comment! Also, requests are (still) open (even though I take some time to do them)!

While they walked through the ice, snow, and wind, Lee took a picture out of his coat pocket. In the picture, he, Hester, you and D/N hugged each other, smiling at the camera with winter clothes. He missed you like hell, as it had been a couple of months since you had seen each other. When he sent you a letter telling you about his plan to rescue Iorek, you had been pretty positive about it, encouraging him to go there and help the bear. After all, you and Iorek were good friends too.

“Who’s the pretty woman in the picture?” Noticing the little girl beside him, Lee hands the piece of paper to Lyra, who looks at it curiously as if analyzing them.

“Y/N Scoresby. My wife. She would’ve come with me on this trip, but she was already in the North when I left. It’s been two months, and we miss her. You would like her, you two have a very similar personality” He takes the picture away from the hands of a very stunned Lyra.

Not that she imagined Lee alone in the balloon all his life, but having a wife was something she didn’t expect from him. And you were breathtaking, and Lyra dared to compare you to Mrs. Coulter. Though,, your beauty was kinda different: a more wild, savage, free, as if it had time and space to grow as it pleased. Mrs. Coulter's beauty was a cold one, that could trick anyone into trusting her. A more composed, perfect, hard beauty.

The moment Lyra was going to ask more questions about you to Lee, who still had a lovesick look in his face (probably remembering the day you two took that picture), a gunshot was heard ahead of them, and everybody got alert. Lee took his gun from his belt and pulled Lyra behind me, Hester moving her ears around trying to catch any movements. Then, men started to show from afar and from the snowdrifts. Not just any men: tartars.

“Lee! Protect Lyra, and get behind me” Iorek yelled, quickly putting his helmet on again, running in the direction of the men with their wolf daemons. The gyptians fought too, with guns, swords, and short knives. Slowly but effectively the tartars started to back down or to fall in the ground, their daemons vanishing into an explosion of dust, mixing themselves with the snow that started to fall.

Lyra was glued to Lee’s back, and Pantalaimon hid into her neck, taking the form of a small mouse. Lee shot sometimes, and soon everything went silent again, people looking for any harm on each other. Lee rushed to check on Lyra, and when she seemed alright, he relaxed, but it didn’t last long, as three Tartars emerged out of nowhere pointing their swords to Lee.

It was the end, he thought. He would die there, without looking at your face one last time, not getting to say goodbye. At least he was going to be able to protect Lyra. It would be the end. His life would have ended right there, at that exact moment.

If it wasn’t for one person. A figure knocked off one of them right way, with one punch, the second following soon after with a hit from a piece of wood. The figure’s daemon jumped on the last tartar’s daemon, sticking it to the ground, giving the figure time to knock him in the ground and suffocate him ‘till unconsciousness. At the end of the fight, the figure pushed a strand of H/C hair out of their face.

Lee, for one second, didn’t process what just happened. Then, when your figure turned to him, D/N sniffing the air looking for more tartars, Lee let out an exclamation that made your stomach ache with butterflies and happiness. Your smile was so big, he could have sworn all the snow around him melted. Like it was the sun itself. Like you were a goddess, sent from the Authority to bless his life. He got off the ground and ran to you, spinning you around while you giggled. You two spent far too much time without each other for your own goods.

“I read your last letter on time and figured out where you would be. Thank god I arrived in time” you say gently, cupping his cheeks and resting your forehead against his “I’m going to stay with you now. You visibly need some assistance”.

Lee smiled his arms around your waist, holding you tightly against him. With a silent agreement, he locked his lips to yours. Massaging your lips slowly, taking it all in, your hands burying themselves into his hair. His tongue passed through your bottom lip, and you let him assert his dominance into your mouth. But before you two could deepen the kiss, a cough is heard.

"I'm glad you are safe Y/N. It's good to see you again. You as well, D/N" Iorek's deep voice said, getting closer and taking off his helmet so you could see him better. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into the bear's neck, hugging him tightly. He breathed heavily into your hair but leaned into your embrace anyway. You two had gone through some things together just like he and Lee, so your bond with him was as strong as his bond with Lee.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this… heated reunion, but care to tell who is this, aeronaut?” John Faa asked, still in his defensive mode, standing between you two and the rest of the group.

Reluctantly, Lee let you go but took a look at your necklace with your marriage ring ranging on it. Then, he knew everything would be alright.

“This is Y/N. She’s an explorer, aeronaut, intelligent, beautiful woman. Oh yeah, she’s also my wife. Don’t worry, we can trust her” You smile firmly at the man, extending your hand for him to shake. When he does, he lets Lee tell you all the details of their mission, and in the meantime you two exchange pecks here and there.

At the moment your group settles a camp for the night, you two are around a fire, and Lee has presented you to everybody there. You were starting to get embarrassed by all the attention, and when he left to pick something from the balloon, you sit alone in front of the said fire. D/N by your side, almost sleeping, didn’t notice the approach of someone else.

“You are the woman in the picture Mr. Scoresby showed me. His… wife” a little girl asked you, her daemon sniffing D/N silently, trying to earn a reaction from him “My name is Lyra”.

“Yeah, I’m his wife. So you are the famous Lyra. Lee wrote about you in his letters. He said I would like you. That you were smart and witty, that we were alike. He also said you liked to cause trouble” you whisper the last part, playing with her “In that, we are very alike”.

Lyra smiles at you and looks into the fire, uncertain of what to say. You were nothing like Mrs… Like her mother. You were sat with your legs spread wide, your hair messed up and freely flying in the soft wind, a playful smile in your lips. Your daemon looked relaxed as well, wild and dangerous but gentle at the same time. Lyra knew it wasn’t smart, but she already felt like she could trust you.

“I never thought I would get so far up in the north” She, shyly, tried to start a conversation “It is certainly colder than we thought”.

You smile at her lightly flushed cheeks. Then, you decide to tell her the story of the first time you went north, just you and your father. Then you proceeded to tell her how you and Lee met, how it was when D/N settled, how you almost got killed once while traveling to Madagascar. Her eyes were shining with wonder, and she admired you. Without realizing, Lee sat by your side, watching you with lovesick eyes as you told her stories.

“What is it, love?” You ask, your grin growing wider as you looked at him. Love and adoration, all over his face.

“Nothing. I just missed you. And, to be honest, your heroic entrance was kinda hot”.

The three of you laughed, and you two kept telling Lyra stories until she fell asleep and you had to bring her inside your tent. She fell asleep dreaming about traveling the world, maybe with you two by her side. And Lee couldn’t be prouder.

#His Dark Materials #HIs Dark Materials Imagine #hdm #hdm imagine #lee scoresby #lee scoresby imagine #lee scoresby x reader #lee scoresby x y/n

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itwillbeall-dwight · 4 years

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zarina kassir/caleb quinn | the deathslinger; just some feel-good friend shit w/ maybe flirting; alc tw; 1825 words

a/n: i’ve had this one sitting in the drafts for about a week, after i impulse bought zarina and having been playing her nonstop. they... are cute. i’ve also been doing really bad mentally so this fic was honestly mostly for me because i just want some... happy, feel-good content where people are friends for once. also, fun game to play; try and guess all the characters i vaguely mentioned. i wanna see how obvious i was.

i might add another few chapters to this?? i have ideas at the very least. i’d love it if u guys let me know if you wanna see that. hope you’re all doing well, and stay safe y’all.

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Preview: “You want a drink, cowboy?” The voice beside him almost startled him, making him jump to look down at the woman in the brown woollen scarf, holding two glasses of whiskey. She held one out to him, and he took it with a quiet thank you, more than expecting to resume people-watching alone and in silence, watching on as killer and survivor alike had raided his realm for a good time - a break from the killing and the madness, if only for a moment or two. But she didn’t. Instead, she moved around him and took his side, resting her elbows on the balcony and joining him. She took a small sip from her glass. “You know, it’s crazy. Soon you’re just going to go back to slaughtering us for fun.” “You assume it’s fun.” He gruffly replied, glancing down at her to meet her eyes. “Are you implying it’s not?” Caleb paused for a moment, almost thinking it over, before he chuckled. “...Yeah, no, it’s real fun.” “Yeah, I thought so.”

It was louder in here than it had been in a long time. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

The piano wasn’t being played by ghosts this time. Among the white noise of idle chatter from the saloon floor down below him was the tickling of ivories at a fast pace, courtesy of that Macmillan guy, mask pulled up now as he ran his hand up and down the stained keys with precision, though a bit rusty at times - a well-trained pianist, in whatever past he had. That athletic survivor with the ginger braids stuck close by, clapping along to the rhythm with a smile on her face. There was another survivor on the other side of the killer, the bear on the back of her jersey clearly in view from the balcony as she tried to touch the bottom keys of the piano without getting her wrists slapped. They seemed happy enough.

Others were scattered among the odd tables that littered the saloon floor, creating the blanket of white noise that overlaid the music. From one, he saw the snapping movements of the spectral ghostly girl as she sat beside two survivors, a kind man in a trenchcoat and the hardy looking girl with goggles, the two of them talking and occasionally giving the spectre a chance to input - she was laughing, a wide smile distorting her face, occasionally giving the man a soft and thankful glance when she was sure he was paying her no mind. From another, many people surrounded the tough-looking survivor with the undercut and the strong killer with the rabbit mask as they partook in a battle of brute strength - an arm-wrestling match, with support from both sides of the playing field, cheering them on and clapping in glee. At the bar sat a quiet group of four - older men, supposedly wiser, he would have thought, if not for the idiot wearing sunglasses indoors and the man with the metal hand, both clearly drinking more than they could handle. Even from the balcony, the apologetic glances exchanged between the older soldier and the detective were plain as day to see, their companions too delirious from alcohol to pay that much mind.

“You want a drink, cowboy?”

The voice beside him almost startled him, making him jump to look down at the woman in the brown woollen scarf, holding two glasses of whiskey. She held one out to him, and he took it with a quiet thank you, more than expecting to resume people-watching alone and in silence, watching on as killer and survivor alike had raided his realm for a good time - a break from the killing and the madness, if only for a moment or two.

But she didn’t. Instead, she moved around him and took his side, resting her elbows on the balcony and joining him. She took a small sip from her glass. “You know, it’s crazy. Soon you’re just going to go back to slaughtering us for fun.”

“You assume it’s fun.” He gruffly replied, glancing down at her to meet her eyes.

“Are you implying it’s not?”

Caleb paused for a moment, almost thinking it over, before he chuckled. “...Yeah, no, it’s real fun.”“Yeah, I thought so.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” She returned the laugh in kind, though hers was a lot gentler than his - less rough, less biting. The killer turned his head to look down on her, at the expression on her face as she looked down to her friends and enemies below, a smile on her face. He followed her gaze down to the arm wrestling match, where the undercut survivor was shaking his hand and cursing to himself, his opponent stretching her strong arms above her head and placing a hand on her shoulder, where the infected priestess had placed her own hand in congratulations, whispering blessings in foreign tongues that Caleb didn’t care to understand.

The two remained silent and just watched the occurrences on the floor below. The idiot in sunglasses had climbed into the bar counter now, in the process of removing the tan suit jacket he wore with the encouragement of his fellow drunkard before being dragged off of the bar and outside by his sober, bearded compatriot. From underneath the balcony, the quiet boy almost always armed with a toolbox walked out, carrying a large pot of bubbling liquid and placing it on one of the empty tables, the leather-masked fellow and the hunched over swamp witch following behind him excitedly, ready to show off their cooking skills to the rest of the gathering.

The company at the piano had grown now, Macmillan having moved to let someone else take a seat - one of the survivors, the bigger woman in the pinstripe suit, whose piano playing was delicate, light and slow, accompanied now by the sound of a guitar, as the tattooed blonde survivor sat on its lid and played along and gently plucked the instrument's strings, the third member of their little musical entourage being the sound of a haunting, tolling bell from the tree-like man in the torn cloak, his addition giving the piece a melancholy vibe. Sat on the other side of the piano lid was the floating nurse, and though no expression was visible on her face due to the bag covering her face, the way she relaxed told him she was enthralled with the performance.

Caleb looked back down at the woman still by his side, her expression still soft as she looked among the crowd. As if knowing she was being watched, she looked up again, not fearing to stare directly into his eyes as she did.

“You know… we don’t even know your names. You don’t know ours. Isn’t that crazy?”

He paused, raising an eyebrow. “Why would it? Attachment ‘n that. Makes shit harder.”

“Like you would have sympathy.”

“Some of us have a heart, ma’am.”

She paused. “...Deep down, somewhere. I suppose you’re right. Though, it’s not entirely true. I know who you are. By chance. Maybe that’s why…”

He watched as her hand fell to the flashing device on her belt, a subtle red light blinking on and off. “...Huh. Nosey, aint’cha?”

“It gets me ahead in my line of work, Mr. Quinn.” She looked up as he flinched with a smirk, clearly not bluffing now, before her eyes fell back onto the crowd.

Following her gaze again, which was once again placed on the arm-wrestling pair, Caleb heard her chuckle, moving her arms again to hang over the balcony in a delicate criss-cross. “Oh, David’s at it again.”

David. Must be the idiot with too little hair. Caleb looked down at him as he pressed his elbow against the table, and flexed his fingers with a pained grin, ready for another round. “...Hardy one, ain’t he?”

“I’d call it stupid. Only Nea would encourage his behaviour, and there she is.”

Sure enough, by the man’s side was the girl in the beanie, almost shouting in his ear as both beratement and encouragement - he swore he could almost see the sweat on David’s brow as she continued on. He hummed, his loose jaw cracking slightly before he snapped it back into place.

“And isn’t Jane’s music lovely?” She continued, a free and open hand signalling back to the piano. “I never expected her to be a pianist, and yet, the way she makes music with Kate is stunning.”

“...Sounds nice.”

“Kate normally plays for us all, for a morale boost, it’s lovely. ...Ah, and look at that. The Spirit is a little less terrifying-looking like that. I never considered Adam to be the comedian type, he’s much too serious for that, and yet...” A pointed finger lead to the table of three again, where the spectral girl still giggled, her nose shrivelling up and as she tapped out her hand in defeat, the girl in goggles laughing along with her nose pinched between her fingers, a free hand nursing a glass.

Caleb hummed again in acknowledgement, looking down at the scarved woman again, and her soft features, before nudging her softly with an elbow. “You’re not slick, ya know, missy. Tryna teach me somethin’ new an’ all. Think that’s gonna save ya?”

“Ha, guess not. Just thought I’d give it a shot.” She shrugged, twirling some hair between her fingers as, again, she stared him in the face, with no fear, and even a soft smile on her face. “And my name is Zarina. In case you wanted to know.”

He looked away, back down below - there was a commotion with the dinner plans, it seemed. He didn’t care to get involved. “Well, I didn’t.”

“Well, too bad.” Zarina almost mocked him with her tone, before she took a drink, finishing off the last of her glass as she tipped her head back, and wiping her mouth with the back of her arm in some mock-macho movement.

There was a beat of silence. “...S’a pretty name, regardless.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” Dark eyes looked down at her again, and with another gentle snap of his jaw, Caleb gave her a lopsided grin, to which she gave him a half-hearted shove.

“Now who’s trying to get some sympathy points, huh?”

“Hey, just tellin’ the lady what she already knows.”

The odd pair shared a laugh, before the cowboy too finished off his drink in a movement similar to hers before, then holding out his free hand to take her empty glass. “One more, for the road?”

Zarina looked down at his hand, palm dried and scarred from years of working with his gun, before she placed the bottom of her glass into it. “If you enjoy my company, you can just say so, cowboy.”

“Ha. Keep dreamin’, Princess.” Heavy boots creaked against the wood of the balcony, as he descended down the stairs to the bar.

The night carried on, many survivors and killer alike finding it hard to stand after indulging in the rare pleasure that was alcohol in this realm. The darkness grew darker before everyone returned to their own dwellings until the trial resumed.

Boots on the counter of the bar, Caleb poured himself one final drink, listening to the last of the footsteps behind him. “‘Night, Zarina.”

She looked behind her, finding his eyes on her as she hauled the arm of a barely conscious Dwight over her shoulder, hoping to help their leader back to the campfire in one piece. A small smile fell on her features. “...Goodnight, Caleb.”

He suppressed the small inhale and choke of his drink as she said his name again, for the second time that night, listening to the sound of her footsteps and mumbles back and forth with the messy spectacled boy grew quieter and quieter, leaving him alone again, with the creaking of floorboards and the ghosts on the piano, until the next time he was called to service here again, gun in hand.

#dead by daylight #the deathslinger #zarina kassir #i dont know the shipname but boy i wish i did #prove thyself #off the record

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naysaltysalmon · 5 years

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Words: 2,035 Genre: Romance Rated: K+ Character: [Katsuki B., Eijirou K.]

A/N: Thank you so much to the lovely @tiburme for commissioning me! 💖 I really enjoyed writing this. It was my first commission, and I was able to write something for My Hero Academia too! I hope you’ll reblog/comment or review/fav/follow on FFN (where I allow anonymous reviewers) if you can. Feel free to contact me if you’re interested in getting my commission info as well! I will be making an official post about it soon. ^w^ Cheers!

Preview:

His skin still feels rough where he'd blasted those guys hours before. Back in his hotel room on I-Island, Katsuki scowls at the charcoal on his hands and arms from the summer vacation turned nightmare by those Villains. It was supposed to be an ideal time to wrack up confidence by showing off his Quirk to the Hero scouts on I-Island — and to hang out with Kirishima. But then Deku and all his cronies showed up. His eyebrows knit together so tightly he swears a vein popped near his temple.

"Aahh, I'm beat." Exiting the bathroom, Eijiro breathes out, exhausted. A towel around his shoulders, red hair falls around his neck. "Bathroom's all yours," he says, gesturing behind him with one thumb. Without looking at him, Katsuki stands from the bed and goes to shower.

Watching the bathroom door close behind him, Eijiro sighs. The roses embroidered on the back of the suit he'd lent Katsuki for the gala linger in his mind for a moment after the door is closed. Though the right sleeve of Katsuki's maroon undershirt is torn off from their fights earlier that day, he thinks his friend looks rather dashing in it. Luckily it fit perfectly, Eijiro thinks, sad it was never put to good use. Considering I bought it for him last second.

Katsuki hadn't even mentioned there would be a gala for the pro and amateur Heroes invited to I-Island until the day before the two of them were supposed to embark. Not caring to "listen to some guys I don't know give speeches and then clap for them" — something Katsuki had made quite clear that same day before Eijiro convinced him to go to the gala — Eijiro had taken it upon himself to buy a suit for him, fully aware of Katsuki's, er, let's just say less than cordial outward disposition.

Since Eijiro suggested it at the last second and it was just the two of them, there was no reason for Katsuki to refuse, but Eijiro hadn't bought Katsuki a suit just for appearances sake, to save face in public as rising Heroes. After he'd received the text from Katsuki saying he'd been invited to I-Island for placing first in the Sports Festival, Katsuki also said he was allowed to bring someone with him. "So join me. If you can," it had read. Kirishima could always imagine Katsuki's texts in his brash voice.

The request put Eijiro in a panic. Alone in his room, his heart beat loudly in his ears as he clutched his cellphone in one hand, which hardened slightly from his rapid pulse. A summer trip with my best friend! This is the kind of stuff you read about in those shoujo manga! And then some drama between the main characters always happens. Well, normally it was during a field trip while school was in session, but yes, same principle. It was like a dream. Of course Eijiro wanted to go to newly opening I-Island and see what the new research base for Heroes and organizations of justice around the world alike had to offer the coming era, but more than that…

Eijiro's grip tightened, the other hand reaching up to grab his shirt. He had to sit down to steady himself. Maybe then…

Maybe then he would be able to find the perfect opportunity to tell Katsuki how he felt.

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intelligenceagent606 · 5 years

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The three times she tried (and failed) to wish Saeran a happy birthday, and the one time she did. (Ray/Saeran × MC)

Author’s note: Reblog! Do not repost!

Happy birthday to my favourite flower prince...

The first time she tried was a few months after she and Saeyoung had rescued Saeran from Mint Eye. Saeyoung had headed out to stock up on some groceries, and she and the younger Choi twin were curled up at opposite ends of the sofa, watching a movie together. Or rather, Saeran was watching the movie while she stared listlessly at the screen, fidgeting with her phone as she debated with herself on whether or not to wish her counterpart a happy birthday. A part of her desperately wanted to break out the party poppers and throw him the birthday party he'd never gotten the chance to experience. But the (slightly) more sensible part of her knew that that wasn't really a good idea yet; after all they had just been through trying to free Saeran from Mint Eye, after all the trauma Saeran had dealt with for his entire life...holding a birthday party just didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. But alas, she was stubborn. She desperately wanted to let Saeran know that even if no one else did, she remembered his birthday. That he was important to her. That she cared about him.

Saeran must have noticed her inner turmoil, despite the fact that he usually remained oblivious to other people's emotions (or at least, if he did notice, he hardly ever responded). When she shot a sideways glance in his direction, she noticed that he was no longer sitting as far away from her as he could. He had shuffled over to sit closer to her. She held her breath as she watched him tentatively reach out and cover her hand with his own.

He did all this nonchalantly while he continued to watch the movie playing on screen with a bored look plastered across his face. But you had to be blind to miss the fact that his cheeks now matched the colour of his crimson locks.

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The second time she tried, she was taking a walk in the garden with Ray. They had been chatting as they strolled leisurely, Ray taking the time to explain the meaning behind each flower they passed. It was a topic she found interesting too, and usually she'd be all ears...but her heart just wasn't into it today. Her gaze kept slipping from the flower Ray was gesturing at to the dark circles beneath his eyes, his pale complexion making them all the more prominent. Her heart ached for the young game developer. She was worried about him. Other 20 something year olds would be out celebrating their birthdays, while here Ray was -working overtime to get the game completed. She knew that if she questioned him he'd say that he didn't mind, but surely no one wanted to spend their birthday slaving the day away.

"...MC? MC, are you okay?"

She snapped back to reality at the sound of his voice. Judging from the concerned look on his face, she'd clearly been lost in her own thoughts for a while now.

"Are you feeling okay? Is the weather too chilly for you? Do you want my jacket?"

Being the gentleman that he was, he removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders despite her protests that she was fine. Placing a hand on her lower back, he tried to steer her gently towards the direction of the Magenta building. "Come on...let's head back. I'll make you tea and some snacks...how does that sound?"

"W-Wait! Before we go back...I just wanted to...to..."

She trailed off, embarrassed and unsure of how to convey her feelings to him. As she was wracking her brain for what to say, her gaze fell upon the bright blossoms that formed a colourful backdrop behind him. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips as an idea formed in her mind.

She bent down to gather a handful of flowers before offering them to her companion. "Here...these are for you, Ray

Happy birthday."

Ray reached out to receive the flowers with wide eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

Azalea. Take care of yourself for me.

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Third time's the charm, right? Or at least...that's what they say. When the 11th of June next rolled around, she was locked in her room, waiting for V to free her. The once charming room that Ray had oh so carefully prepared for her had turned into her prison cell, and Ray himself was gone, enslaved by a mysterious drug and the cruel mistress of this awful place.

She perched anxiously on the window seat and fiddled with her phone as she gazed longingly at the garden she'd explored with Ray just a couple of days ago. As her eyes scanned the beds of colourful flowers, she caught sight of a head of familiar white hair. Despite her current predicament, her heart skipped a beat. She knew that Ray was long gone, buried under layers of trauma, but she still couldn't help but long for his soft voice and gentle touch -what she wouldn't give for him to hold her in his arms and tell her that everything would be okay.

"...hello? Why the hell are you calling me?"

It was only when his voice interrupted her thoughts that she realised she'd called him unconsciously. She glanced out the window and spotted him squinting up at her from where he was standing in the garden. When she answers, her voice comes out as a whisper. "...I missed you."

He barks out a laugh. "You don't miss me. You miss that airheaded marshmallow boy. We both know you prefer him over me-"

"I don't prefer anyone over anyone." She interjected. Before he could start an argument with her, she carried on talking. "Ray once told me that you and him were the same person...that he's a part of you, and that you're a part of him.

Saeran, I know you're not particularly fond of Ray...but the both of you are more alike than you think. You're both scared of being hurt again...it's just that you guys deal with that fear differently. You take it out on everyone else, but Ray takes it out on himself."

Saeran had gone completely silent, but she ploughed on despite his lack of a response. "Saeran, I really don't think that you're a bad person. If you'd just let me help you, we could get out of here and-"

"SHUT UP!"

Her phone nearly slipped from her fingers when he suddenly yelled in her ear. She braced herself for him to continue shouting at her, but to her surprise, he simply hung up.

She watched his retreating form from her window seat as he stormed off deeper into the garden. Unable to see his face, she was unaware that his cheeks were streaked with tears.

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Despite the fact that she wasn't a morning person, she made the effort to wake up earlier than she was usually willing to just so she could prepare breakfast in bed for Saeran. After all, today was a special day. She stood in the kitchen and hummed a pop song quietly under her breath as she rearranged an assortment of items on a tray.

Strawberry pancakes? (Recipe courtesy of Jumin.) Check. Freshly brewed pot of his favourite fruit tea? Check. Birthday card tucked under a small bundle of lily of the valley flowers? Check. Now all that was left to do was to wake up the birthday boy...

Nudging the door open with her foot, she entered their shared bedroom holding the tray. She balanced the tray somewhat precariously on the bedside table and noticed that her boyfriend was beginning to stir.

"...flower?" Saeran groggily pushed himself up into a sitting position with one hand as he used the other to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Good morning, my love." She had to bite back a smile as she settled herself beside him on the edge of the bed. He was adorable when he was half asleep like this. Picking up the tray from the bedside table, she slid it onto his lap. "Happy birthday."

He tried to hide it, but she spotted the way his eyes lit up with happiness. "You remembered."

"Of course I did." she muttered, leaning in to peck him on the lips. "How could I forget? This is the first birthday of yours that we're celebrating together."

Being careful not to upset the tray, he leaned forward to return the kiss. "Thank you, my flower...you've made this the best birthday I've ever had."

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imperialsea-a · 5 years

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ELIZABETH’S IN-DEPTH RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET.

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mun name: Rem (not that blue-haired anime girl or DN, it’s from my old blog!) OOC Contact: Contact me through the Tumblr IM system or my Discord! My Discord is: imperialsea#1818. Please tell me your URL if you message me there so I know who you are!

Now, onto the heart of the post!

♛ Who the heck is my muse, anyway? Elizabeth Eva Alexandria Cross, the only biological daughter of Kaien Cross, her father (a canon vk char), and Eva Liliya Cherie Cross, her mother (an oc muse)! Elizabeth is a vampire hunter by blood like all in her family before her! But, shh! Your character isn't supposed to know that . . . unless they're also a hunter . . . or a perhaps a vampire (since her family from both sides are famous hunters, but even then they don't have to know she's a vamp killer if you don't want them to) . . . or they're some sort of ally to her / the hunters association since she can't just tell anyone her actual work on a whim. Where she's from, the existence of vampires are a secret from most of humanity and it's her job to kill the dangerous people-hurty ones and keep that nice and secret so as to avoid a world war! 'Nothing about her is complicated at all', I say, lying through my teeth like Bethy does to society every day by keeping her job and true lifestyle hidden :'D

Further information below the cut, please take time to read if you’re stuck on what to plot and how Bethy operates!

♛ Points of Interest: - She was born and raised to fight against unruly beasts and composed foes alike. Despite her youth, she's a one-woman powerhouse and is not afraid to take herself down with an opponent if she deems it necessary. She's like the Smash player who hits the fake smash ball to take out an enemy on their last legs, even at the expense of her own life. She'll do it! Except in Smash she'd probably just win the match because she had an extra life and not, you know, not die forever for real in a last grand battle.

- She's got vamp genes all over the place and is rare among hunters. She's biologically immortal like a Pureblood despite not being a vampire herself and is living testimony of what her predecessors took from Purebloods both by honorable bestowal of blood from the mysterious Hooded Woman, and straight up [insert painting of Jupiter Devouring His Son here]. Her great grandparent is 3k+ years old, her father is 200+ for devouring his own twin-- it's messy as mythology, but anime :'D She herself is only 18 on default though (19 in K Crossover--), the youngest of her entire bloodline, and she can still be slain in battle even if she is much hardier than a typical human being. She's also sensitive to auras, and capable of sensing vampires.

- Things characters might notice? She's ghostly pale and kind of looks like she stepped out of The Last Unicorn. She looks cold, sophisticated, and vaguely otherworldly-- she really doesn't radiate the friendliest of vibes unless she's doing something she loves, and the calculated yet seemingly effortless grace of her movements are prominent in and outside of combat. She is descended from an ancient royal line, and those posh, stuffy mannerisms and formal speech pattern live on through her even if the Adrasteian monarchy no longer exists.

- She truly isn't a trigger-happy person, whatever the title of 'hunter' implies, and keeps a level head in most situations. Sure, Bethy looks as if she could bite someone's head off and can display some seriously threatening flashes of anger, but she's not going to do something rash and will only resort to drawing her weapons in a serious matter. She's here to save lives, maintain peace, and keep order, not disrupt it and set off a war! No pressure on her, right?

- She is also notably, NOT a high school student, though she may be mistaken for a high school senior or young college student since her age fits the bill. Elizabeth actually graduated from her high school at age sixteen and took to hunting full-time immediately after. She was convinced to slow it down by her grandparents and began preparing for college when her assignment at Cross Academy arrived and, uh, pretty tragically, hasn’t been able to attend any classes due to her work demands. Come to choose between the world and personal fulfillment? Her conscience only let her have one choice; a hunter must hunt.

♛ What they’ve been up to recently: - Work. There's hardly a time when this girl isn't working or planning what to do next, and the workload only grows after the previous president is outed as a dishonorable, self-serving traitor to the hunters. She's seriously injured after trading blows with him and is promptly benched to deal with the fallout and mental agony, but she's back within a year (and in K's crossover? Only six months later!).

- Having said that, Elizabeth does have days off and will spend them quietly with her friends, or alone with music and a rejuvenating swim.

- Depending on the time in her life? Her life circumstances vary drastically-- she can go from a young huntress travelling on her own as duty demands, or she can be a mother of five children and trusted right hand of the new hunter president, Zero Kiryuu. She lives for a long time, so she's always up to something! And of course, she's always motivated to fight for a better future.

♛ Where to find them: - Aside from work, check the beach! Or find her on methods of cross-continental transportation since she travels around the world for her job (she walks whenever possible, so it's rare to see her on a bus, but she’ll begrudgingly take one or a train)! Otherwise, a place like an aquarium, clothing store, or coffee shop, or any place in a city is your best chance.... write w me pls... q-q she is Around Somewhere.

- If not found in any of those places and your character is someone inside Cross Academy, she can be found there, helping the prefects in some way and is familiar enough with the building to help out new students if they ask.

♛ Current Plans: - Elizabeth is chained to her work as a hunter for as long as she draws breath, or until there is no need for her to end hostile vampires. Her ultimate goal is to keep the world from falling into a repeat, all-out war between vampires and humanity. Her living and family situation might change through the years, but that will always be her primary drive-- she's got an indomitable will.

♛ Desired Interactions: - please ovq

- In all seriousness, I’m up for pretty much anything. She needs more friends, more enemies, people to protect, people to be protected by, people she looks up to, people who legitimately unnerve her, everything! I just don’t feel comfortable killing her. Elizabeth fought really hard to get her future and deserves to find comfort after her entire childhood-young adult life was spent thinking the only thing of worth she had was her role as a huntress. I do really, really love angst though, so anything else goes, really c:

♛ Offered Interactions ( please sit tight for this! it will be divided into multiple sections! ) : - IF YOUR CHARACTER IS HUMAN: - She’ll assume your muse is an average civilian until shown otherwise (be it with unusual powers, whacky aura, combat prowess, or prior knowledge from a report or something-- a plot specific thing). Unless they truly know about vampires / work with the Hunters Association, Elizabeth will not be sharing any information about who or what she is without a legitimate reason (such as the human character being bitten by a Pureblood and thus is being turned into a vampire themselves). However, the other party being kept in the dark about vampires can open the door to a more relaxed Elizabeth without her professional, perfectionist mindset. She’s more likely to have a pleasant conversation with humans since they have no part in the hunt-- but in that same vein, she does aim to keep them at a certain distance and not develop a deep emotional bond (but she’s also a lot softer than she looks and acts and tends to care for others quickly, should they get along). It’s a tricky slope . . . She’s thawed out and the nicer aspects of her personality are far more prominent, but at the same time, she’s not being entirely genuine. Give her time and she’ll become more open about personal things, just, not her work.

- Applies to her K Proj. Crossover. Working with S4, Elizabeth takes some time to adjust, but ultimately loves the organization and the people within it. They’re an exception to her ‘no ties with average humans’ rule because....errr.... they’re not the average human she’s used to protecting and in that verse they’re aware of her occupation and peculiar heritage. She’s not as cold first impressions might suggest and loves Reisi’s weird af team building nights, it’s hard for her to not have a soft spot for them, even as an outsider and unofficial member (as in, she has none of the abilities the Blues have, but she has her natural abilities).

- IF YOUR CHARACTER IS A HUNTER: - Elizabeth is a known figure in hunter society; her great grandfather, grandfather, and aunt were previous heads of the organization and each are still alive at present. So, it probably makes more sense if your hunter character at the very least knows about her-- unless they’re an off-series muse in which case go wild and do what you think is best! I always did like the idea of two vampire hunters chilling together with neither one knowing the other is a fellow hunter until they’re attacked by a vamp and they’re both like ‘Oh!’

- A simple but always reliable plot idea is two hunters on a joint mission! It’s really important to know that Bethy does not take kindly to poor performance and expects her partner to take whatever assignment they have seriously. If not? Things get tundra-cold really fast-- o-o;; People’s lives are at stake and in her opinion, if a hunter wants to mope or complain about their blood-given obligation, they’re not fit to be hunters in the first place. ‘Can’t do the job? Then finish what you started with me if you have any shred of integrity, and get thee gone’ sort of thing. Otherwise, uh :’D;; she’s highly cooperative and always aims to reach the outcome with the least amount of damage.

- As a teenager, she attended a hunter-run private academy in Adrasteia for four years. If it’s possible for your muse to attend (as in, they are from a vampire hunter family and can pass the rigorous entrance exams), throw em in for a slightly younger, less stringent Bethy? A national fencing champion at the top of her classes, and great granddaughter to the legendary hellfire headmaster, Elizabeth’s not easily missed! It could be the start to an amicable relationship to carry into future interactions?

- IF YOUR CHARACTER IS A VAMPIRE: - Bluntly put, for vampires, it’s probably better to interact with Elizabeth after Cross Academy has fallen in the large battle that took place there. Her mother is revealed to have been alive and held captive as a vampire, she’s already friends with a hunter/vamp, her two friends turned out to be Purebloods, and ‘oh....my mother and father got together again and now I’ve got a younger vampire brother’ .....and her boyfriend’s half sister is also a vampire who marries the former vamp senate heir..... so...vamps everywhere; she simply accepts them as part of the family. Prior to that, while she isn’t hostile to vampires and certainly has no intention to attack a vamp unjustly, it’s not a place she’s eager to put herself in. Depending on how threatened she feels, she’ll even swallow her pride and keep her head down-- mostly.

- If your muse is a hunter-turned-vampire, she doesn’t treat them as a vampire, rather, she still sees them as a compatriot, like in the case of Zero Kiryuu. Whether or not your muse received the blood of their keeper is up to you, but in the case that they haven’t-- she’s always there to assist in granting mercy whenever the time comes :’)

- IF YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT FIT INTO ANY OF THE ABOVE CATEGORIES / REGARDING OTHER VERSES: - Please help me find something that works, I’m willing to try! Memes are incredibly helpful! Send one in, the tag is here, and we can go from there!

- My currently finished and ready-to-use Crossover Verse is K Proj., which can be read about right here.

♛ Current Open Post/s: Linked right here. There's no expiration date to these, and it doesn't matter if another person has replied to one, you are more than welcome to reply to one if it catches your eye at all.

♛ Anything else?: YEAH, wow I am so sorry that got so long. Please note that this post may be updated periodically!

#( blog info. )#( SUPER LONG but if you're lost on some plotting things and aren't from VK #this should hopefully give you an idea of Elizabeth and her interactions? She's a tough one q - q )

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the-canine-king · 5 years

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i answered all 50 questions in that oc question post

note: i'm only talking about the ones i made lol i was gonna link them all the character’s names to their profiles but that shit’s way too much work so: https://toyhou.se/CanineKing/characters/folder:all/tags:1/tagged:Original

1. Your first OC ever? hmm, there's probably two answers 1) an unnamed character who was basically a fantasy dressed fox kemono boy. do you remember playing a game as a kid where you look out the window in a car and you imagine someone doing sick parkour beside your car? he was the character i imagined (there was also a whole other story i dreamt up where i was some long lost princess from other world and he was gonna save me from this one but that's a whole other thing) he's technically a character i thought of but never thought of anything beyond that, i don't think i ever drew him either 2) 4 (maybe 5) characters i made in middle school where it was about these characters that come from families that can bend one particular element, and they're all friends on school trying to get used to their passed down powers and also be basically kid superheroes. i drew them out and gave them names, but i never wrote anything beyond that, but they were definitely ones that i would call my first actual written ocs 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -looks at ace, eliott, and mel- no 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? yup! before i wasn't so big on the adopt thing, but i turned into a fan w/ collecting designs and writing a lil story for them! i adopted 38 characters, and one other that's currently still in the process of trade :P (and unfortunately trying to purge some away) 4. A character you rarely talk about? unfortunately that'd be a lot of characters bc i'm super focused on drawing ace/ mel smooching for the 548787th time 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? i'd probably make it eliott bc who else doesn't love a cute, shy, goat boy on the internet 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? ...... i can't think of any lmao 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? i literally only make ocs to make stories so 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! nah i can't do rp stuff :'D 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? honestly, not really if i made them lol but i guess i can if i'm not attatched to them and such, so if i just made a design and offered them up then yeah i can trade them (unless i love their design lol) 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? even thought i haven't fully drawn my plans for his outfit, azazel would be the most complicated in my standards 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? me personally, i'd say eliott bc that baby boy is trying his best story wise, either thorne or lucas (but totally lucas since thorne is a liar at heart) 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot TOO MANY AUGH the very first oc i fell in love with but was forever homes was like a fantasy setting character that was an adventurer and had eagle legs/ other features w/ banging colours but other than that too many others 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? again, a lot, i guess. bc they mostly fall into that trope? aiden (even though he's trying to be a better person), damien, eve, hugh (in a way), jack, ollie, ricky, roman, and wyatt 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory uhhhh, hard to choose, i don't have any more bc i haven't written their backstories yet lol - growing up as a theif his whole life to support him and his mother, accidentally kills someone after an awakening of powers and is had to run from his hometown - growing up being shadowed over and forced to be someone that they're not, only to get their hubris get to them, causing themselves and others get hurt and can't even remember the person they loved - growing up w/ betrayal after betrayal she closed herself off, but they met someone and slowly opened up and accidentally fell in love w/ them, only later getting caught and fell from grce, then only to find the person they trusted before not remember them - after being caught on what seemed to be a fatal accident, gets rescured from a miraculous surgery, but he's slowly forgetting what he looks like and who he was every passing second - two people close to each other, only to end up w/ betrayal and lies 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? absolutely but if they ask me something i haven't planned yet i'm just "UHHH" 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? nah ace/ mel is my notp :/ anyways if it's couples in general then: - ace/ mel - lucas/ darla - kaiko/ caspian - + a bunch of the parents in the monster family story - damon/ ollie (okay i'm really not planning for them to be together, but they cute u.u) - jebediah/ demon boyfriend - gunther/ harem - nadiya/ her girlfriend which i still haven't decided if i want her to be like a princess or a traveling swordsman of sorts) - the chimera girl i designed/ her human girlfriend - the fallen god/ mercenary 18. Any OC crackships? uhh i actually don't know :V anyone of the people listed being w/ someone else would be a crackship? idk every other pairing i know i wouldn't like lol 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) i guess eliott! i guess also catherine, ricky, comet, and/ or captain since they were my fist group of ocs i wrote a bit about, but i think eliott means a lot more bc he was the one that got me thinking more about ocs :> 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? for some reason i feel like rosa would be a singer? va hc would be someone w/ a strong husky voice and she would probably sing really well in kind of old slow songs you hear in old bars i also thought maybe lillie could sing too, but they’d usually be softer songs or lullabies to calm herself down it’d be nice/ cool to write for fallen god to be able to sing as well, and maybe the mercenary too so they can have nights signing together. maybe fallen god can sing songs that are in their own god language or whatever, and mercenary can watch in awe there may be others but i can’t think of them rn/ they might be charas i haven’t fully made yet 21. Your most artistic OC lmao it’s a bunch of ocs that i haven’t developed my ocs enough for me to know so let’s skip i guess 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? i mean, people get some stuff wrong about my ocs sometimes but they’re usually so small that i really don’t care about it lol 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? hmm they relatively stayed the same personality wise but i assure you everyone’s changed from their initial drawing of them 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? that's. a really hard choice actually lol bc i wanna be hugged by one of the parents in the monster family story i made, but i also wanna hang out w/ the characters that i can comfortably hang out w/ lol 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) everyone’s got a bit of shared piece of themselves w/ their ocs don’t they? 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? against my will? i can’t think of anything that i changed against my will so no :V 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? the only two i can come up rn are: alistair (devil wears a suit and tie) and rosa (o, raven) 28. Your most dangerous OC? i guess the chimera girl i made since she’s trying to fit in the modern life? i mean i still haven’t thought of her story yet but i know she Angery 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? ace, aiden, maybe keaton 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? mel, eva, roy 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) eliott: landscape stuff, muted colours, mystical content here and there ace: default theme, memes, probably has a side blog that’s more of an aesthetic blog mel: super aesthetic blog, romance themed 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? literally anyone in the renegade group i could’ve said anyone in the hunters group but they’re all fucking idiots (lee would be more closer to the renegade’s level tho) 33. Your shyest OC? eliott, roy, audrey, fallen god 34. Do you have any twin characters? i literally want to design twin ocs just to have twin ocs jdshfkjsdf 35. Any sibling characters? audrey, dylan, and elle + eve and juno + ace and jack 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? nah not really lol 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human ?? i barely have human characters in the first place, unless this one means humanoid :V 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? iiiii can’t think of anyone other than the two parents i thought of that i’m planning to be dance teachers lmao 39. Introduce any character you want i haven’t drawn them yet but fallen god and mercenary are two unnamed characters that i recently started thinking of where fallen god falls from the heavens and looses their sight, and the merc runs from their past meet and they team up together w/ the merc being fallen god’s eyes and the fallen go being their protector 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! i guess it;s just sentimental ones like, first ocs, first compliments, first art/ fic of them, etc. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) YEAH AND EVERYONE DRAWS THEM CUTER THAN I DO (well i mean these were from freebies, art trades/ games, and gifts but still) please check out ace’s other’s art gallery and eliott’s other’s art gallery, bc they have the most of them (bc i ask for them a lot lol) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? whoever in middle school age i guess 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess big n beefy, jokesters, heart of gold 44. Something you like about your OCs in general that i made them all (well of course not the adopted kids) 45. A character you no longer use? everyone every time i don’t focus on their story anymore than i used to ;;;; 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? fortunately no, and i hope no one does and it’d stop to others bc wow that’s rude as hell 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? okay literally the first time i made eliott, everyone i knew wanted to adopt him as their kid lol 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure eliott, parker, elle (i love all of them tho :’D) 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes ace, roman, ricky, aiden, dylan, eva, ollie 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want i love all of my babes okay good night

#king speaks #ocs #yetanotherOCmeme #long post

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confiernoir-archived · 6 years

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TRIGGERS

Please tag any graphic burning bodies imagery & burnt skin roleplay you might do. I have any form of the trigger tagged right up to ‘fire’ just for my safety. Thank you! I will tag anything potentially triggering by example:: 'tw; death’ etc. Come punch me if I forget a particular trigger tag!

GOD-MODDING

Adrien is a funky and mischievous muse. NEVER assume that he's done something in particular that could be plot-changing without checking with me first!

Just don't god-mod man. You RP your muse, I RP mine. I know what my Muse thinks and feels, please don't try to do that for me! If you're worried a particular action might be God-modding, hmu an IM. I'll probably be 100% okay with it anyways!

PRE-ESTABLISHED STUFF

Unless you're canonically a part of Adrien's timeline in the show, please do not jump to the conclusion that my character knows you or vice versa. I prefer to RP out how our characters form a bond. AND NOBODY KNOWS ADRIEN’S IDENTITY UNLESS WE PLOTTED IT !!

NO FORCING SHIPS

Chat Noir can be a huge flirt at times. This does not mean I'm trying to get shippy with you! Chemistry with him will always be slow building etc. Trying to rush into things with him will get you nowhere and I just feel uncomfortable if we leap right into ships anyways. This goes for more than just romance ships too! BroTPs and FoeTPs alike

OC FRIENDLY

I'm basically RP'ing another person's OC? I don't understand OC hate so just fling your OC at me yeah? As long as you got an about page, things will be fine!

REBLOG KARMA

Is NOT practiced here. Though I tend to reblog from the source whenever I can just so you wont get a pointless note from my dumbass! If you want to send in a meme, go for it. Don't feel obligated through karma, yeah?

SHIPS

I'm multi-ship. BUT I DO PRACTICE SHIP EXCLUSIVITY. This means I will only ship with one version of a muse and I expect the same back ?? To explain it; I like the unique bond that our muses can form after some time and will find it difficult to RP ships with more than one of the same muse. I will put up a list is up of my mains and exclusives when the time comes!

PRIVATE

A.K.A ;; Mutuals Only!

Please respect that if I don’t follow you back, I don’t want to RP with you. So if I've not followed you back, please don't message me asking to plot or w/e. It just get really uncomfortable and delete it. I'm just trying to set myself a limit and not get overwhelmed

NSFW

Can and will happen. THOUGH ADRIEN IS UNDERAGE, SO NO SMUT WILL BE HAPPENING. Other things such as gore subjects and violence are free to be roleplayed out.

ICONS

Icons make everything look better, yeah? Also size of icons is a little pet peeve. please don't use those massive ass images? heck-- I'll even go to the extent to MAKE you some icons if you ask nicely!

FORMATTING

I tend to use the double small text as standard but will adjust to my partner's needed if they struggle with reading it! Don't be afraid to poke me about changing font size! As for my partners, I don't mind however you format or don't? I'm here for the content of your writing!

LENGTH

This isn't an issue to me whether you match length or not! As long as there's something to work with, that's fine. I've ended up rambling a lot in previous RP so don't ever feel like you have to match my length! But like... don’t just give me one line if I gave you a paragraph, you feel?

MEMES

ALL THE MEMES. JUST. DO IT. Even if it's a hella awkward situation! Do the thing, man! It's a great opportunity for us to explore our characters. But don't be worried if I didn't answer the meme. I may just not have felt any muse for it? Don't be discouraged to submit something else!

ASKBOX

Is open to fire random questions at my muse ( or me ) from whomever! Though I'll only respond and continue the meme starters submissions with my mutuals!

MEOW!

If you've made it to the bottom. Congrats on you, bugaboo! You don't have to but if you send me a cat pun I'll pretty much love you forever?

#**rules.

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meihemsecretsanta · 7 years

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Meihem Secret Santa 2017 – FAQ

Dear visitors,

welcome to the Meihem Secret Santa blog!

Earlier on this year, a few of us have organized a Meihem Secret Valentine Gift Exchange.

We’re still overjoyed that the event made so many people happy, was the origin of so many wonderful creative content results, and even had some people state that they hope that more events like this can happen!

So, without further ado, this Meihem Secret Santa blog is now open, for this and hopefully for more years to come:

1.) What is this about?

The Meihem Secret Santa is a creative gift exchange from Meihem fans for Meihem fans! Everyone who applies will be gifted by another participant by surprise that will make one of their holiday meihem wishes come true!

2.) What kind of gifts are those?

All gifts are based on the OW ship Meihem – The wishes for your gift can be Christmas/Holidays/Winter related, but they do not necessarily have to be!

Those gifts could be fanart, fanfiction, edits…It could be even something entirely different (animations, videos, craftings, and much more!) that we did not think of, yet! Anything you could offer as a nice gift is most welcome!

3.) Sounds great! Where can I participate?

Our application form to fill out can be found RIGHT HERE!

4.) How long are the applications open?

Applications will be accepted from October 28th until November 28th!

5.) I would LOVE to participate, but I am afraid that I cannot make a gift myself :(…

Fear not! You can still participate! :D

We are well aware that some of our fellow meihem fans are great supporters, friends and shippers that love seeing new content, but unfortunately cannot create meihem content themselves…However, the main reason for such an event is to bring happiness and joy to the fans <3

Which is why content-creating participants can also volunteer as SUPER Secret Santas!

A SUPER Secret Santa is a person who not only volunteers to help out in case another participant can not finish their gift and has to drop out of the event for any kind of reason.

Furthermore, they also volunteer to make an extra effort in case someone applies who would like a gift, but cannot create a gift in return!

And due to the fact that such an extra effort is not taken for granted, SUPER Secret Santas are also allowed to finish the latter with more extra time beyond the set deadline (which you can find in a later question!)

The one keeping track of these activities and who volunteers to do something for people who wish for a SUPER Secret Santa gift is @uhrwerkschloss // @amuerion – so you certainly will get something from one volunteer artist and/or eventually from another volunteer of several! :D

6.) Is…NSFW content also okay as a gift?

That depends!

Whenever you fill out an application, you will see a text field where you can write down what you would like to receive, but also what you NOT would like to receive.

If the person you create a gift for should explicitly state that they are uncomfortable with nsfw-content as their gift, nsfw content is definitely off the list for possible gift content ideas.

That being said, each of the participants has the responsibility to be as specific as possible about their wishes and also about what they would not like to receive in contrast!

The better the description of your wishes, the easier it will be for your Secret Santa to make something that you’ll enjoy! :3

But if the person you create a gift for is fine with nsfw-material and explicitly wishes for it, why not?

For all our content creators, there is also a question in which you can state whether you are okay with creating nsfw content! That will make determining the Secret Santas for each other a lot easier, in terms nsfw wishes arise - and of course, all content on this blog, nsfw or not, will be tagged appropriately!

7.) How are the Secret Santas for every participant determined, anyways?

Whoever under the participants seems best suited to fulfil another participant’s wish will be chosen for said wish – that is all <3

8.) Are there any rules to keep in mind?

Just these few:

- Do not spoil the surprise to the person you create a gift for, before the Gift Submission Days, please! The secret in Secret Santa is there for a reason ;w;

- For fanart, digital as well as traditional art will be accepted! Whether you want to keep it in full colour, as an ink-centric piece, black and white, or even as a sketch collection/ doodle page – all these things are fine, as long as you put heart into what you create <3

- As for fanfiction, the length of your fanfiction greatly depends on the prompt you are given!

Smaller writing prompt ideas should have a range of 500-1000 words minimum, while larger writing prompt ideas should have a range of 1500-200 words minimum – these overall ranges are set to keep things fair for all the writers and people gifted by writers alike!

And YES, if you want to write far more than this minimum range for your idea, you are most welcome to do so!

Follow the idea and what comes to mind from your Secret Santa prompt and you’ll be fine with no pressure <3

- The most important rule of all: Have fun!! :D

9.) What are the most important deadlines to keep in mind?

Application Phase ENDS: November 28th

Secret Santa Prompts are SENT: Novemver 29th

Gift Submission Days are: from December 24th until December 28th (as long as you can finish your gift and submit it around those days, it is mighty fine!)

10.) How are the gifts posted?

Simply submit them on your blog and add the tag “meihemsecretsanta2017” so that we are able to find your gift and reblog it here!

You can also message us about your gift being done during Gift Submission Days!

11.) What if I finish my gift earlier, because I am NOT online during Gift Submission Days? :O

That is no problem! :D You can either 1.) Create a post draft on your Tumblr which will submit your gift around the gift submission days automatically OR 2.) contact @uhrwerkschloss about it so she can submit the gift on meihemsecretsanta for you during those days!

12.) I cannot finish my gift in time / I have to drop out of the event!

As soon as you are definitely sure that you cannot finish your gift in time or drop out of the event, please inform @uhrwerkschloss immediately!!

It is important to do this quickly and also the moment you are certain, so that SUPER Secret Santas can jump in and finish the gift, instead!

If there are any other questions, feel free to ask us here on our blog and we will add them to this post and answer them directly.

Until then, thank you very much for reading and we look forward to seeing your filled-in application forms!

Happy Holidays, everyone!

#meihem #secret santa #gift exchange #meihemsecretsanta2017

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