#ill be bouncing between here and my ocs

[philcoulsonismyhero]

33, 42, and 47 :)

33 - Arthur Fenn

Arthur is a travesty, and he's deeply beloved to me. He's one of half a dozen characters that have come into existence thanks to me bouncing James Ironwood from RWBY off of another character, in this case Percy de Rolo from Critical Role, and he's by far the biggest disaster of the bunch.

I'm in the process of rejigging his backstory slightly so that I can slot him into a shared universe with some of my other DnD characters, but the basic beats are still the same. He's a vengeance paladin/hexblade warlock multiclass, who made an ill-advised deal with an entity from the Shadowfell after spectacularly losing a war between his kingdom and their immediate neighbours. Arthur, born Arthur Ridill, was promoted to general when he was too young and woefully unprepared thanks to an incident that wiped out the military high command, and Did His Best in horrible circumstances, but ended up pushed into more and more awful decisions trying to win a war that his side was already losing. In the process, he got tangled up in the machinations of that Shadowfell entity, which was encouraging the war for its own dark ends, and when he eventually makes a deal with it it's in a desperate last attempt to contain it and stop it from doing any more harm.

With the war over and his capital city annexed and now with this shadow thing riding along with him as a replacement right arm (his was crushed by debris during the final siege), Arthur disappears, dropping his surname and taking the first one he can think of - that of his on-again-off-again ex, Cornelius Fenn (usually known as Cor), who's also gone missing in the aftermath of all that. He spends the next decade or so as a sellsword, trying not to be noticed or recognised and also to navigate his new warlock pact without becoming any more of the monster that the war had already turned him into.

And that's all by way of backstory - Arthur Fenn, who claims when asked to be just a vengeance paladin with nothing weird going on, thank you very much, ignore the gloves and the fact that his sword sometimes seems to be made of shadows, ends up caught up in adventuring with a group of other people who were fucked up by the same war - Sam, conscripted as a military doctor, and Benjamin, a war wizard from the other side whose whole unit was wiped out. For the first time in years, he finds himself reluctantly making friends, but the whole time the truth of who he is and what he's done is following him like a second shadow and eventually it all comes out...

Personality-wise, he's very stiff and proper and courteous, falling back on formal manners to maintain a distance from other people. He's got a nasty temper, no problem at all in intimidating people into cooperating, and he'll take charge of a situation if he thinks he has to but if people look to him for leadership he's got a bad tendency to freak out and freeze up. He's stubborn, he's arrogant, his self esteem is rock bottom, he can be surprisingly kind in an awkward sort of way, he's essentially the sunk cost fallacy personified, and really he's just utterly desperate to be loved but has no idea how to have any sort of relationship on a equal footing because he spent his early life saddled with Responsibilities and put up on the pedestal of leadership. Like I said, absolute disaster, I love him dearly.

The man himself:

42 - [redacted]

Okay, I know I said I'd taken out the characters I couldn't talk about without major story spoilers, but I'm far too fond of this one to leave them out. This is the main antagonist of Red Shift Blue Shift (more here: @redshiftblueshiftcomic), and this is them in full 'no, you don't get any hints about my identity' mode:

What are they up to? What are they trying to achieve? What's their interest in Dan and their team? I'm not saying! But honestly I think they may be one of my all-time favourite OCs, so it is absolutely murder to have to keep their whole deal secret to preserve the reveal.

47 - Anwara Siddiq

Anwara is from the same story as Charlie, one of my oldest little groups of OCs. She's an exploration pilot, best friend of the protagonist Alastair Hayashi, and started out as a combination of character traits from two of my favourite Marvel comics characters - Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) and Faiza Hussain (various, including Excalibur and briefly Captain Britain).

Anwara is a bit of a thrill seeker, competitive, and opinionated, but she's also an extremely loyal friend and a very principled person. She grew up with two mums on a gas giant mining station, and became an exploration pilot for the challenge, but quickly got just as invested in the science. She's second in command in their group of pilots, a decisive counterbalance to Alastair's more thoughtful approach, and also the team's designated medic.

After Alastair goes missing on a mission, seemingly taken by an alien ship, she ends up being the one who proves he's still alive and takes on the conspiracy of silence that doesn't want to acknowledge that they just made first contact. She's a lot of fun, and a major driving force in one side of the plot, sharing secondary protagonist duties with Alastair's partner Charlie and their mutual friend Flynn.

This is old art that I really should redraw, but here's present day Anwara and also her and Alastair as tiny trainee pilots:

[shadow-the-artist-idiot]

Anywho, taking a break from the TMA posting(i swear i'll post about more than just tma, its just clawing at my brain) to yap about my SKRUNKLY !!!! MY SILLY !!!!! MY,,, DRUMROLL PLEASE,,, SONA !!!!

Little trigger warning for Self Harm and Suicide n all that. Uh.

Though shes really more of. Just an oc at this point.

....

We ignore

ANYWAYS idk if you noticed. But shes Fucked Up™️. MOST of her scars are from just absolute random bullshit i put her thru when i was younger to get anger n frustration out. So i AM trying to fix that. Once i get her backstory straight, ill make another lore dump post about this stupid motherfucker i prommy.

Anyways, fun fact, this stupid bastard was my first oc EVER!!! Shes my stupid motherfucking bastard and i love her <33

Shes AroAce(just like me fr fr), n uses she/her. For now. Itll PROBABLY stay that way, cuz ive hard her like that for a LONG time, but if i start using other pronouns then ive prolly decided that shes pangender. Like me. Sparkles.

ANYWAYS heres a few random fun facts about that stupid whore

-Shes a Living Shadow, which is my own lil custom species. Idk if I'll end up lore dumping about the species itself or not.

-She has a DAUGHTER. Her name is Melody and shes both incredibly responsible and also a menace, and we love her for it. Shes also based on an axolotl.

-Shadow was just a full on Queen for a few years, before she finally was able to pass it down to Melody. She then proceeded to be even more of an absolute bastard to make up for those years she was forced to be responsible. Shes a little chaotic motherfucker, and if you see her in the castle you better run the FUCK away.

-Shadows like. Old as hell. I dont remember exact age, but iirc shes like mid 40s. Note, this is because i was roleplaying her in a chaotic ass server with a chaotic ass timeline and i simply cannot be bothered to age her down(if i did, Melody would poof out of existence and i dont want that, i love ky fucked up little queen)

-Shadows a SHORT ass motherfucker, and contrary to the fact above this one, i DO remember how short she is. Shes 5'2", and she holds enough rage to kill 56 grown men in her small little itty bitty frame(this does not reflect irl, i am unfortunately average height)

-Funnily enough, Shadow has both the goofiest and most traumatized backstory behind her scars. Like, a LOT of her scars are from self harm/suicide attempts, but also shes missing her hand because a character of mine from a complete other universe appeared and gnawed it off(bryseis my beloved).

-Shadow pissed off the Goddess of Death so much that she made Shadoe unable to die. Now you may be asking yourself: How the fuck is this a punishment. WELL. At the time, she was INCREDIBLY suicidal. Still kinda is. At this point, its switched from a punishment to just something thats kinda there now that Shadow and Trius(goddess of death) are friends.

-Shadow canonically has a MASSIVE alcohol problem. She bounces between drinking so much she passes out, and just putting a little wine with her coffee(it tastes disgusting) (she doesnt care)

-Shadow would probably have a smoking problem too, if she knew they existed. Nobody tell her cigarettes exist.

-Shadow drinks the strongest coffee you can possibly imagine. No its not healthy. Yes she drinks it anyways. Yes its kinda necessary(she has INSANE insomnia)

Anyways uh, shadow has some silly magic,, which is why in her ref she has illusions. She can create illusions, open portals, and melt into shadows, though that last one is something all Living Shadows have.

In Living Shadow culture or whatever, scars are INCREDIBLY frowned upon. Meaning, typically, if someone has even a small scar, they'll probably be hiding it with illusion magic. Shadow does the same thing, which is why I vary between drawing her with scars and drawing her without them.

Jesus this post is long as hell, im gonna explode. Okay uh ive talked enough methinks, if you wanna art Shadow then absolutely feel free !!! Just make sure to tag me so i can reblog that shit!!!

:DDDD

[greenvillainredemption]

I know I haven’t updated AYH in forever but I am still working on the last chapter!! Assuming I don’t change the ending entirely (which I’ve already done twice, yes I am losing my mind) it should be almost done. I really want it to be done with because I love it and it deserves a proper end, and also because I’m so fucking tired y’all I want to move onto my other ideas.

To give y’all some hope and myself some motivation, here’s the list of my upcoming fics once AYH is done, in order of priority:

- Not a full multichapter fic, but the Bad Things Happen bingo of oneshots which would ideally be a chance for me to take a break and do something different in between writing chapters.

- Young triplets sleeping beauty AU. This one has been in purgatory for at least a year now, and I really want to return to my roots with the wholesome fairy tale AUs.

- Sequel to STTC (the modern realistic AU) which would consist of Bruno reintegrating more into the family and exploring the mento illness.

- Modern AU I bounced off @glitternightingale a while back, in which Bruno ends up in a coma instead of fully leaving.

- So many spinoffs and AUs of AYH because I want to explore every scrapped ending at least a little (most importantly a sequel I’ve bounced off the OC discord which would be the start of a romance between Bruno and my girl Claudia) (wild how a character I made up just because the plot needed her job became an actual love interest, straight up did not think that would happen when I made her but I’m very happy with them and for them now)

Thank you to everyone who is still reading my silly fics 💕💕💕

[angelcloves]

thank u for the tag in this lil writing game @enchantedchocolatebars

1. What motivates you to write?

if i dont write ill just flat out go crazy it needs to get out of my brain

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud of; if not, share a line from someone else's work that you love (just make sure to give credit

ive written so much and cant be bothered to pick a favorite line so heres an excerpt from burning bridges

“Camilla Myles, may I see you in the throne room?” The air was cold, but it dropped a few degrees chillier as the Emperor receded into his lofty throne room once more and soft chatter broke out amongst the scouts. They each spoke of Camilla, but none to Camilla. She stood paralyzed in the line for what felt like hours. She’d been a scout for two years without even a single warning on her record. She couldn’t imagine what she’d done to warrant being called straight to the throne room, but she didn’t want to keep the Emperor waiting. It never ended well for the Golden Guard when he made Belos wait.

3. Which OC makes you smile when you think/talk about them and what are they like?

all of them but lately ive had annie on the brainacle. shes cold and quiet but god she loves her friends more than anything even if shes just got the one and they end up with a major wedge driven between them for most of the story

4. Which process of writing do you enjoy the most?

planning! its the part i get to go absolutely bonkers during. im a huge fan of broad strokes so shaping things before i start real development hell is a super fun activity

5. Which part of writing do you think you're best at? (Stroke your own ego, it's okay)

ive always seen myself as a dialogue person from my time writing for stage but i think my foreshadowing has been getting better lately

6. What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

im going to treat writeblr here as my mutual circle but god i love that we bounce ideas off of each other so often

7. A writing tool/device that helps you with writing (i.e. text-to-speech, a program, etc...)

comic sans

8. A piece of world-building that you like in your own story (it could be the magic system, a particular place, a law, etc...)

all of the hopper stuff honestly. it was funny how well it translated to the collector even before we knew what they were really made of

9. What piece of advice would you give to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

try a different approach. sometimes it helps to make a major departure from your norm. pick up poetry or work under a set of constraints youve never given yourself before. it helps to come into something fresh yknow

10. Tag some people whose work you love/ have been your biggest supporters

the GANG

@blackyote

@emsprovisions

@sapphic--kiwi

@secretly-of-course

and also everyone else who i forgot because i know thats not all of you please dont take it personally im just scatterbrained this is for all of you

[qwizzers]

so i just found your youtube channel like a few minutes ago and I really enjoyed your video talking about different types of social media and your own personal experience/opinions on them because ive been bouncing back and forth between social medias. I personally miss the old twitter and instagram format but ever since instagram has been turned into a reel-obsessed platform it is very difficult to get reach there so i think twitter has been my most safest/casual posting experience for me. i felt like on instagram i had so much pressure to post reels and i never gave in but it was just super frustrating, sometimes really wanting to just completely leave it entirely, but for now i guess im trying to just post more. im not a tumblr user really but i had this tumblr acc ages ago so i decided to log back in just to message here, but i wanted to ask, if theres any way we can talk further abt this privately i would love to go more in depth ! i dont check tumblr often so im not even sure if you will ever answer this haha, or how i would know if you did or not, but i guess a question that also comes to mind is, how do you post without overthinking? i have so much art i make so many doodles and unfinished wips, and people post wips all the time ! and its like, i cannot bring myself to do that either... im scared of someone either tracing over my art/stealing my art /ocs and just im not sure i guess posting wips makes me not want to finish the art, but when i dont post often i often feel pressure to post fully rendered stuff and sometimes ! i just wanna post a cute furry oc with thigh socks is that so much to ask !!!!!!! XD,,, i kind of scare myself out of posting, but how do i make myself more comfortable with posting without worrying? i scare myself from doing anything haha, i WANT to be more active ! and i want to post more oc stuff and even fanart, but i always make excuses like "nah ill do that when i get better, or ill do it when the drawing is finished" and sometimes i dont even post finished sketches or art !!!!!! i will take any suggestions or anything, but im desperate to break this bad habit,,,, and also ! another question is, how do people code their toyhouse? i saw you explain it in the video a bit, and i recently just got my toyhouse to post oc stuff, but im not sure how people code their card.co, and toyhouse so if theres any sort of website or program or anything i can use to do this please let me know ! i really want to decorate my stuff more :3,,, anyways im not sure if you publically post these.... but if i can somehow post my discord somewhere so we can talk further please let me know !

okay, this ask was super sweet and i want to just say thank u bc it was a fun read :3 hopefully if you do see this response - i have a discord if you want to add me and talk, its qwizzers! i have a website (https://qwizz.carrd.co) and you can see all the sites that i use there so if you use any as well you can contact me there!

so my input on avoiding overthinking b4 you post is to start sharing your work in smaller places to build up your confidence! if you're worried about tracing/stealing, i don't want to say that's not a legitimate concern, bc it IS, however i will say it really doesn't happen too often! ive been around for years and i dont think ive...ever had anyone trace me, the most i've seen is heavy referencing and usually if you bring it to their attention, they instantly stop - when this happens i say it's 70% of the time just young kids that don't realize what theyre doing is wrong or didnt realize youd find out. you can also watermark your work! theres nothing wrong with watermarks, even if its just on a sketch! while it cant necessarily guard against tracers, it can guard against blatant theft. you dont necessarily have to post your work in progresses if doing so demotivates you; but you dont have to exclusively post fully rendered art, either. try to get into a habit of making doodles n more simple art in between your big pieces, and get into the swing of posting those! if you feel like you havent posted in a while, just make a quick doodle or something along those lines and share that! you can build up your confidence with posting online in general by starting small - you could start by sharing your art in discord servers or with your friends so you get more confident about sharing your work regularly. "ill do this when i'm good enough" is a SUPER detrimental train of thought...bc there will never be a point where you'll admit to yourself that you feel like you're ready. that's just a part of the artistic progression :') if you have that mindset, you'll ALWAYS have that mindset, and you'll never actually do the projects that you want to! if you think its outside your ability, it probably isnt really, and you should give it a go anyways! even if it doesnt look perfect or turn out exactly how you wanted it to, you'll probably still be happy in the end bc u gave it your best effort :]

heres my bit on toyhouse:

if you know how to code w html, all you have to do is press "edit profile" on a character and you can code directly into the big box field! if you're not seeing that, it has to do with your settings (which i can explain more in depth if need be) if you ARENT familiar w html, thats fine too! you can find a TON of free to use toyhouse code templates, and a lot of them even explain exactly how to use them! basically you can copy and paste their code for free into your character profile, and just change the text so it fits your character :3 i have a favorite folder for all the neat free to use codes i see, here's a link: https://toyhou.se/Qwizz/favorites/79962 *my toyhouse is kind of eyestrainy btw!) carrd is a seperate website: https://carrd.co you can make a carrd for free and its much more straightforward, you basically just drag text boxes/images in and customize the site how youd like :3

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

Oh boy. This one. Is long.

Most of the characters mentioned here can be found within portions of my OC-tober collections [found here, with varying levels of canonicity], or within the over arching fics I'm writing for the LOTRO main storyline. They can also be found under this tag. But, without further ado, first up, we've got:

Saelinriel!

She's my captain and first lotro guy, so is very special to me.

She's a captain from Gondor, which given the fact that the Man intro drops you in Archet, Bree-land means I had to do some wild ass convolution to make her story make sense.

(Her parents sent her and her sister to Bree to stay with family as they're the youngest two siblings, and she is old enough now to decide she wants to go back actually).

She's the OC who gets most of the epic so.... she's traumatized <3.

Originally, she's from Dol Amroth, though her family moved to Minas Tirith when she was 6 but her grandparents stayed so there was a lot of bouncing back and forth between Dol Amroth & Minas Tirith.

She loves the ocean & swimming & sailing and she wears a clear blue gem (called a Sailor's Stone) on a necklace for luck.

Her birthday is on March 1st. (I forgot Aragorn's bday was march 1st until someone asked me if that was on purpose. I think it's funny though, so it stayed.)

She fucking hates Gothmordirith. (But also meta-wise is a lowkey foil/mirror.)

She's got a younger sibling dynamic with a lot of the Rangers in the Grey Company.

She's got... so many fics, actually. Including but not limited to: renewed shall be blade that was broken, the stars are all burning, OC-tober oneshots, and the main "These Days That Bind" fics which are all her pov.

Her tag.

Morinel!

High Elf Rune-keeper! She's the daughter of Caranthir & Netyare Calandil. She was born very briefly (10-15 years) before the Dagor Bragollach, so everything was great for a bit and then everything got bad REALLY fast.

Her mother name is Istafinwe/Isfin, which.... she doesn't use very much during the war of wrath/early second age because That's A Political Implication she simply doesn't feel like making at the moment.

Her craft is a weaver/embroiderer. (There are absolutely no Ancestral Weights TM about this, nope, no sir.)

She also was a counselor in Lindon for a while because one of her hyper fixations was architecture.

Goes into genuine fight-or-flight when around holly trees :).

She also has... a lot of fics: into darkness falls a star, one day and then another to the sea, featured very heavily in the oneshots for oc-tober, and featured quite a bit in These Days That Bind.

Her tag.

Adallinda Burrows

Hobbit burg! Because there must be at least One TM.

She's a baker by trade, and carries rolling pins with her everywhere.

She happened to be out for a walk when things went a little crazy, and she ended up in Archet alongside Saelinriel, Strider, and Amdir.

Pretty cheery. Her mom was a Brandybuck, and she lives near the Buckleberry Ferry.

I am also working on her solo fics (mainly further adventures of bilbo baggins adjacent), but she's featured in oc-tobers and "These Days That Bind".

The first song on her playlist is "Flaming Red Hair" from the LOTR soundtrack.

Her tag.

Lorindol

High Elf Hunter!

He's from a pretty minor noble family in Tirion. His big sister wanted to go to middle earth and he followed her.

He ends up in Gondolin, in the House of the Swallow, mostly just vibing.

Very much golden retriever energy.

His tag.

Celebros

A minstrel-warden multiclass from Nargothrond.

(Yeah I know multiclassing isn't a thing in lotro just let me live okay).

They were fairly young when they crossed the Helcaraxe with Finrod & the Arafinweans.

They were originally a ranger of Nargothrond, who sung as a hobby/for fun, but then started Learning For Serious.

But then Finrod died and they were like. I physically cannot do this without being violently ill, so they became a warden.

Their tag.

Idhrin Celebril

My Elf Hunter! She's from Lothlorien, and her family was from Doriath.

She has a handful of older siblings who vaguely exist, but have no real traits attached to them just yet.

She's a part of the Golden Host when they launch for Mirkwood.

She and Morinel argue a bit.

She was learning to be a lore-master in Edhelion when Talagan died and she nope'd out of it pretty hard.

She's a little bit snobby but that's okay, we love her for it.

I've been working on her solo fics for so goddamn long and yet nothing to show for it-- However, she is featured quite a bit in OC-tobers & "These Days That Bind".

Her tag.

Heledir

Human Warden! He's fairly new, so no fics or anything yet.

He's one of the Dunedain from Evendim. He's not a babyranger but he's still pretty fresh. He's been rangering for like 3-5 years, I think.

Somehow, he gets involved in the Before the Shadow Questline with Adanel (Sae's sister).

His tag.

Rómenel

The oc I made for BBOM!

She's a captain-in-training for the last alliance, and is just doing her goddamn best when she gets pulled into All Of That.

She has a couple fics in OC-tobers, and will eventually be in These Days That Bind.

Her tag.

Lotro OC Introduction Reblog Game!

Get your guys out there! People want to know about your OCs but don't know where to start, so this is an opportunity to introduce them to lotro tumblr!

Reblog this post with a list of your lotro OCs, give us a name/race/class and a little about them! Such as where they're from and some neat facts about them/their story. You can also link to your favorite fics featuring them if you'd like so people know where they can start reading!

[articl3s]

who're your ocs???

THIS IS A LONG POST IM SO SORRY

okay its been like two weeks now and i only just now finished writing a very long rambly response about everything about my regency ocs. I apologize in advance i am not making it shorter. I was going to originally but if i dont post this now i will never post it. heres the post about my ocs from Beasts of the Peerage:

OH SHIT i dont really remember the context but i think this was my regency thing so. im not going to give any names because this story used to be a fanfic for a show and i never bothered to change the names even thought like all of the characters are different.

also i just had the thought like today (okay now like a week ago) that im going to make them all animal headed people, ill just be calling them by what animal i think im going to go with, but any and all of these are subject to change and there is no deeper meaning to the animal choice beside vibes. fae will be plant people instead of animal people, and individuals who are not fae but highly magical will be bugs

the idea for the story is 3 stories (maybe 4) that are all happening at similar times from the perspectives* of 3 royals (and maybe a knight), the first two are primarily regency romances, the third and fourth are not. The forth might have a romance in it, i haven't decided yet, if i want it to be there at all. the fourth might be a bonus/spin off thing. 

*Okay maybe not perspectives so much as the royals are sometimes the perspectives, as it kind of bounces around between the characters a little bit but you know what i mean

the order the stories would come out in is eldest, middle, youngest, knight.

Also i dont WANT this stuff to be only romance but thats the stuff that sets my brain on fire so. The only stuff i have so far is romance stuff for the most part. 

Crow

the eldest is a prince who I'll call Crow. Crow has the burden of the crown on his shoulders, he always has. He's much older than his two younger siblings. And he has to get married before he turns 35, or the crown will automatically pass to the second oldest, Starling, who is 7 years younger but was already married and as such will automatically become the heir.

Crows story starts with his 34th birthday. He has one year left to get married and secure his spot as heir. There are three people he's considering, they're all really good options and he doesn't know who to pick. none of them are the actual end game though, so i dont really have plans for them yet.

During a ball of some kind, he has to pick someone to dance. People are only allowed to dance once one of the three siblings has danced with someone. Which ever sibling dances with someone will be automatically assumed to be romantically courting them, saving exeptions ill get to in a second.  Starling isnt going to do it for reasons that will be obvious when i explain their story, and Sparrow isnt going to do it because she's asexual and doesn't want to get trapped courting someone she's not into. So it has to be Crow, and it has to be one of the three, but he can't make a descion, and the night is wearing on, and no one has been able to dance, when all of a sudden an exception happens.

Lion is engaged to a man much older than her, but because she's engaged, and her engagement is quite public knowledge, she wouldnt be seen as courting if she asked someone else to dance. maybe a little odd, but not courting. And she's fed up of waiting, everyone is, and she's not a duchess or a marchioness, she's a baroness marrying a baron, they're low level in terms of the peerage, so she's not too worried about her reputation.

So she marches right up to the royal 3 and asks one of them to dance with her, because frankly everyone is tired of waiting and because she's engaged, a dance with her means nothing more than a dance, but it would allow the ball to actually begin.

And Crow, partially intrigued by the gall of this woman, and partly relived at a way out of having to make a choice for just a little longer, he takes her up on her offer. So the two dance, and the dance floor opens up for everyone else to start dancing, and the night continues as is, with gossip of "can you beleive the prince still hasnt made a descion" and "the gall of that Lion, I mean, what business does a baroness have doing something like THAT? demanding the royals around like that"

And afterwards, Crow privately sends Lion a thank you letter. Lion sends him a letter back, and then they continue writing letters back and forth.

Then theres some stuff in between about them becoming closer.

Then the day of Lions wedding roles around. And Lion, well her mother basically has total control over her, because if Lion doesn't do what her mother says, her mother will leave her destitute.

Lion was going to marry her childhood best friend and promised since when they were like 1. but then he died, and so the deal that marrige was supposed to seal never ended up going through.

Things were fine for a while, but then her mother decided that if Lion couldn't get married soon, then they were going to move to [other kingdom] so they could be closer to the rest of Lions terrible family.

So Lion did what any reasonable(ly desperate) person would and asked her dead friends father. He was (reasonably) apprehensive at first, he was like a father to her, but she conviced him by getting him to realize that she would be out of her mothers control if they got married.

So now she's marrying this older man instead. And Lions mother wants this wedding to go well, so to make sure, she puts a love poison on both of them, to make sure no one objects or calls the wedding off.

And Crow is asked to be part of the bridal party, partly because he's friends with Lion, but also partly for the clout having a prince at their wedding will give them.

So he goes to the wedding, and because he notices something is off with Lion and the way she's behaving. And he figures out they've both been love poisned. So he gets them both antidote, and so the wedding is called off.

Then more stuff happens. They fall in love and have confessed, but circumstances haven't really allowed them to be together.

Then its the day of his 35th birthday. All three of the really good marrige canidates are no longer available, so now Crow has to marry anyone who will have him. And because its his birthday, it has to be him that does the starting dance.

Not only that, but Lion's mother has decided that, now that the wedding is off, they are going to still go to the other kingdom. So she's leaving THAT night. They are packing and getting ready to leave, when Lion decideds she's going to the ball. If for nothing, than to say goodbye to Crow.

So she shows up, and the dancing hasnt started, and in a reflection of how they first met, she storms up to him and says that she wanted to say goodbye. And this time, he asks her to dance with him. And then he asks her not to go, and she says she has to unless she could get in engaged like right then and there, and so he says "bet" and proposes to her.

And then they're together :)

Starling

Starlings is the one i have the most planned out. Its also probably gonna be the longest. Admittedly the character Wolf is more of the main character than Starling but. I dont care its my silly little guys. 

the middlest is a prinxe we'll call Starling. He fell in love with a prince from a neighboring kingdom, Elk, and the two of them got married. One day they were attacked by monsters, and Elk was killed, and their personal knight was so badly injured she was forced into early retirement. Soon after, a new personal knight called Wolf is hired.

Starlings story starts with the one year anniversery of the death of Elk.

Theres sort of a period of Wolf and Starling getting closer, and of Wolf beginning to fall for Starling. Im kind of debating having them fully fall in love with each other in this period but idk.

Then its revealed that Elk is not actually dead, he was turned into one of those monsters, and had to leave for Starling safety, and Starling knew this. (think like werewolves but not because. they're already animals. Im going to call it lycanthropy and being a werewolf for simplicity). They've been trying to find a way to help him, but have been entirely unable to find anything. And they don’t even know where he is. 

Wolf is invited to his sister Hound's wedding. Its in the woods, in this enchanted grotto protected by a witch named Tarantula. She protects those who are cursed and otherwise ostracized from society, and they all live in this grotto, as their curses are lessend here.

At the wedding, Wolf meets a man that seems very familiar. Stuff happens and Wolf realizes that this is, in fact, Elk. Elk remains here in the grotto because the effects of his lycanthropy are lessened here, and if he does end up werewolfing out, Tarantula has the power to end the rampage before it becomes a problem. 

(There's probably going to be a gap between the Elk is alive reveal and the Elk is here at this wedding reveal) 

I might flip the Elk is alive reveal and the wedding arc chronologically so that Wolf can put together the pieces of who that familiar stranger was by himself. Idk I’ll see. 

Wolf decides that he needs to get Elk and Starling back together, despite any feelings for Starling (and maybe Elk) he may have. So he finds the cure for lycanthropy, and gets the cure into Tarantula’s hands so she can help them. 

Then Elk gets to come home and be with Starling again, and everything is fine and they all live happily ever after!

Except i lied lol theres still more

Um some more stuff happens and more time passes and then all three of them catch feelings for each other. 

But Wolf is a fucking idiot when it comes to his feelings but he only just now realizes that he’s got big feelings. So he tells his like… bosses? Idk military words. Captains? Majors? Sergeants? Don’t look at me. And he tells them and they tell him “okay if you tell Elk and Starling you will lose your job and never be able to work in the castle or as a guard again, so what going to happen is you aren’t going to say shit and you are going to start training a new guy under the guise of ‘hey Sparrows guard is getting kinda old’ and then once that guy is done you can explain whats really happening to Elk and Starling. This will probably ruin your life.” and Wolf is like “yup got it sounds good”

And so that is what happens, and eventually Wolf is moved to be Sparrows guard to get him away from Elk and Starling.

And Starling is bummed and Elk is pissed cause theres stuff that’s being hidden from them and they like Wolf but whenever they’re like “no wait we want Wolf back” the guard. boss. people are like “no lol protocol or whatever” 

So eventually they get Wolf by himself and ask him whats up and he’s like “I could pretend nothing was wrong when I could avoid you, but i cant do that anymore, and i cant lie to you, so the truth is i am down BAD. sorry.” And Elk and Starling are like “oh thats fine. The feelings are mutual.” 

So then its the three of them. But Wolf is still facing job loss, and Elk and Starling are like “dont worry bbgirl we gotchu” and they all get married together. 

And then thats the end for real

Theres also a reveal in there of HOW Wolf found the lycanthropy cure when Starling, someone with way more resources, was unable to. He used a thing called a “Seer Wish” that i will explain in the “Moth” section. 

Sparrow

the youngest is a princess called Sparrow. this is the first not romance story, as she's aroace, and i wanted to explore a regency story not focused on romance. unfortuneately, i... have no ideas for this part. i dont even know what major event is going to be the start of this story. This story is also going to focus a lot more on Moth the Seer i think but i have very few plans.

Bull

the personal knight of Crow. im going to imply through Crow's story that Bull is in love with Lion as a red herring, and more subtly imply that Bull is in love with Crow, which is actually true. The reveal will happen at the end of Crows story.

the sort of plot of Bulls story is that he keeps butting heads with this fae, who we'll call Sunflower. Sunflower makes an appearence a couple times across the first three stories i think. I dont have a lot of plans for this one either.

I know that Bulls older brother was kidnapped by a fae, and so Bull made a concentrated effort to study up on effective ways to fight them.

Moth

this section is mostly to explain Moth and Wolf's relationship, and to explain seer wishes. there will probably not be a full story about moth.

Not everyone gets a seer wish, its completely random, but you know because of a symbol somewhere on their body. If someone dies with their seer wish, it gets passed to someone random, so you can also get one later in life. A seer wish allows someone to ask the seer one question about anything at all, and will get back the information they asked for. Using your seer wish is, unsurprisingly, a BIG deal, as not everyone gets one, its very rare, and those who do get one only get one.

Moth's powers manifested when she was 20. the powers are a curse, a curse that supposedly can be broken if she's with her true love. She met Wolf when she was 17 and thought he was it. when she turned 20 and her powers manifested, she broke up with him. They were still in love with each other, but she was so fixated on the idea that he was her "true love" that when he wasn't, she couldn't take it. In retrospect, she regrets it, but they've both moved on. 

SO THATS IT

Thats all ive got so far for Beasts of the Peerage.

I don't know if it'd be a comic or like a visual novel or a regular novel or a novelette or some other thing I haven't thought of. Idk man.

also i think the animal thing is going to be like metaphorical, they arent actually animals. again im still in the planning stage so its all sorta meh

[ringstrained]

stop tagging stuff as a.sian r.p you absolute freaks.

[helsaiwa]

everyone else: celebrating easter me: making a new blog  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also random and unrelated does anyone know what dimensions tumblr theme bgs are?? mine keep coming through blurred and i’m about to yeet my laptop. idk if it’s just my laptop or what but ! im gonna scream.

[margoisthemoon2]

Hate // Miguel O’Hara x Spiderpunk x reader smut w/ plot

Word count: Idk I wasn’t keeping track but this is very long.

Warning. Smut. Fingering. Eating out. Rough. PIV sex. Porn w/ plot. Unprotected sex.

Note: OC is 20-22. Miguel is in his 30s. Hobie is 19-21. This story takes place before ATSV. Contains a bit of spoilers. If you haven’t watched the movie then idk what to say, just don’t get mad at me lol. Ummm I haven’t wrote smut in a while so bare with me plz. Also OC is black because i am and there needs to be more representation. Oc can look like whatever you want them to look like but i put height/weight in there already. Okay im sorry im done. Go read!!!!

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Let’s do this one last time.

Hey I’m spider woman or more so called Spider Riot. I’m 5’11, 130lbs. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for 4yrs I’ve been the one and only spider woman of New York on Earth 1214. A year ago I was pulled into the spider-verse. Invited by Jessica Drew and taught by her also. Lets get to the real story.

My best bud and rocker; Hobie Brown or as i call him, Hobs. We met a few months into me being in the verse. Our similar style and life made us super close super fast and we have been inseparable since. “Hey hobs have you seen my guitar pic?” I asked. We was getting ready to rehearse a song and I was desperately looking for my red and black pik i had just a few minutes ago. “Why are you asking me its your stuff” Hobie says lazily strumming on his guitar. I look at him with an annoyed expression. “Wow your really no help you know that?” I say reaching under a couch digging around for my stuff “good” He says reaching behind him “is this it lad” he says holding up my exact pic “ah yes!! Thanks hobs” i say reaching for it and him pulling his hand farther away from my reach. “Gotta give me a kiss first” he says with a smirk on his face “Hardy har har give it hobs” i says snatching it from his hands “i just wanted to know if you would actually do it” he says walking to the back of our rehearsal room. I know that he likes me but I just don’t feel the same. He is a great guy and all but i have my eyes set on someone else… Miguel O’Hara. Miguels was a authoritative 6’7 man who i couldn’t help but fall for.

After rehearsal I, Hobie and a few other bandmates was hanging out in the living area chatting. It was getting late. I do a big yawn and stands up “looks like it’s my time to bounce guys” i say heading towards the door “ill come with you to make sure you get home safely” hobie goes and we both head out the door into the cool night air. We walk into an alleyway and i get out my watch and type in my destination, a portal opens up lighting up the area. “Same time tomorrow?” Hobie goes leaning against a wall “you betcha” i say stepping a foot into the portal. “Actually i need you both at HQ” a hologram of jess pops up behind hobie. “Its late and people have jobs” hobie goes turning around “and those people are not you or her” jess says looking over at me “Get over here asap its important” and with that Jessica’s hologram goes away and i sign “well I guess we have other plans” i go typing in Nueva York destination and Me and Hobie step in disappearing. We arrive at HQ and i immediately goes to throw up into the nearest trashcan. “I will always say this. I. Hate. Portal. Traveling.” I say a sick look on my face. “Well you go to and from my place all the time” hobie goes shoving me a but with his elbow, “yeah because I actually like you and your fun” i go poking his nose the sick feeling leaving my body as we arrive to Miguels ‘office’. We wait what seems like an eternity for miguel platform to lower to us. “By the gods i hate this” I whisper to hobie “I can hear you” Miguel goes as soon as his platform stops. He turns towards us. “How many times do I have to warn you both to cut it out with the constant traveling between earths” He says “In the past 6mths you both have totaled over 12,000 travels. Hobie more than Moxie” Miguel goes pinching the bridge of his nose and putting a hand on his hip. “Where are you going so much hobs” I jokingly say, hobie side eyed me “don’t worry ’bout it” he goes and looks back at Miguel. We watch as Miguel blabbers on about being a superhero and being more responsible. “You are dismissed” Miguel says we both turn around to walk away “Except for you Moxie” He says running a hand over his face. Hobie winks at me and walks away with jess. “What did i do now your highness?” I go rolling my eyes. When i focus back in miguel is standing in front if me. Close enough to reach up and touch. I look up making eye contact with him and feeling smaller than ever under his large frame. “Do you know that hobie is mainly going to your earth?” He says, i talk a gulp of air “No I didn’t. Why are you bringing it up?” I ask taking a step back, miguel puts both hands on his hips “I think you should find out for yourself. And please…please be safe Mox. You two might be friends but who knows what that kid is up to” Miguel goes pointing out into the distance. “Yeah…yeah ill keep an eye out. Thanks” i say feeling a small tingling in my cheeks. I turn to leave, looking back and seeing Miguel walking back to his platform. “Miguel being worried for me…..strange” i think seeing Hobie sitting down and kicking up his feet. We wave at eachother and i do a small run over.

I wake up in a sweat. The dream i just had was so weird and strange. It was miguel and me in a relationship. Laughing. Happy. Drinking coffee. “I hate coffee” I whisper to myself and remembering the numbers i saw in that dream 199786. I slip on my spider suit. Black and red mask with long sleeve arm covers. Cropped red leather jack and half full black and red plaid skirt with thigh high combat boots. Jumping out of my open window and swinging to the rook of my building pulling out my hidden radio, listening to my next thing to do.

After fighting off a villain and rescuing a few kittens from too tall trees im finally free. But the numbers 199786 wont leave my mind. Out of curiosity i Type it into my watch and a portal opens up. Surprised I listen to my radio one more time….silence. I shut it off stepping into the portal and flying away. I land into a version of new york. But not my new york. It’s more minimal and cleaner. I’m on the rook of what would be my building in my earth. And look down and the person i don’t expect to see is… Miguel. I swing down. Hiding behind a car as i watch him enter a corner coffee shop. I look up at the business name Ceces Coffee Cafe. This place closed in my world tears ago. I continued watching running to hid behind a neatly trimmed bush looking through the window at miguel or at least a version of him. This Miguel looks more happy with life and a gleam to his eyes. I watch as he orders a coffee the server face is hidden behind a hat and then they look up…. ME. The server is me. I’m working here and talking to Miguel. “Hey are you okay?” I hear a voice behind me and turn around to see a lady reaching to touch my shoulder. I jump back and swing away to a rooftop. Can’t believing my eyes. I open a portal back to my world. Taking another look back and see Miguel leaving the cafe with a big smile on his face and a coffee in his hand. I quickly exit and land back to my world. I cant tell anyone.

It’s been a few months and every 2-3 weeks I visit ‘myself’ at the shop. Seeing miguel come in and order the same coffee. Its the 4th time ive come to this earth and im sitting in the shop using a black mask and a hat to cover my face a features. Miguel enters and goes right up to ‘me’ and orders. But instead of walking to wait for his coffee he does something else.

“Hey so i know i come here alot and fet the same thing but… i was wondering if you would be interested in grabbing dinner with me sometime” Miguels goes rubbing the back of his neck nervously

The version of me does a small chuckle. “Actually I would like that”

My eyes widen as i watch them exchange numbers and Miguel grabs his coffee and leaves. I quickly gets up and leaves. Turning a corner into an alleyway and opening up a portal. My heart is beating fast and hard. I jump into the portal and land in my room on my bed. Doing a sequel of excitement. “Omg I can’t believe Im going on a date with Miguel o’hara. Well a version of me but STILL” i say to myself. “What are you losing your wits for?” I hear a familiar voice say in my doorway. I look up. Hobie. “Hobs when did you get here?” I say sitting up. “Don’t worry ‘bout it” he says and looks up “where ya go?” He questions leaning against the doorway. “Don’t worry about it” i shoot back at him. He rolls his eyes and walks away into the living room. I follow behind sitting on the couch and watch as he perch himself on my coffee table. “So I’ve been thinking. We work great together” he goes. “Yeah we work pretty good beating bad guys” i say laying down onto the rest of the couch “yea, we’d look even betta together” he says looking at me. I look around and back at him “look hobs. You’re a really good friend and all but im waiting for someone” i say leaning up on my elbows to look at him more. “And that someone will never be ready for you. Why wait when im right here for you now” he goes i sit up fully “it can’t happen hobie. Im sorry. We just do-“ i get cut off from Hobie rushing over and kissing me. The kiss was soft with a little urgency. The cold metal of his lip piercing causing me to shiver a bit. “What was that again?” Hobie goes. I look at him still processing everything. Hobie leans in kissing down my neck. I put a hand on his shoulder “no please let me show you how much i care” He goes and looks at me. We make eye contact and i nod my head. Hobie moves down to the floor. And gently spreads my legs as he plants kisses along my underwear through my skirt. I let out a small gasp when I feel his tongue pushing into my underwear and into my area. I watch as his head comes up and we stare into eachother eyes as he pulls off my underwear. He lowers back in and continues to kiss my area. Eventually he sticks his tongue in and uses a free hand to rub my clit. I gasp and let out a small moan. “Youre so wet” i do a small hum as he proceeds to lick and suck my area. His left hand that was previously on my thigh grabs a boob and massages it for a bit before it goes down and two fingers plunge into my softly. I let out another moan. “Yeah you like that right?” The sounds of his sucking and my wetness fills the room. I’m getting close snd his fingers picks up the pace a little faster. “There we go” he says and i arch my back and do a not so loud moan. He kisses between my legs and removes his fingers. Getting a paper towel to wipe them clean. I’m panting looking up at the ceiling. “What have i done?” I think to myself. I quickly put on my underwear and hobie is walking back to me. “What ya thi-“ he says before i cut him off “go” i say “what? I-“ he stutters “JUST GO HOBIE. Please. I need time to process this” i say almost shouting at him. I hear a shuffle before a portal opens behind and he’s gone. I curl up into a ball and cry silently. Things are going to be so different from now on. Slowly i drift into sleep. Somehow my tear stained cheeks comfort me a bit.

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“Hey. HEY WAKE UP!!” I shot up from my sleep jessica’s holographic voice yelling at me. “Yeah! Yeah! What is it?” I ask yawning and rubbing my eyes. Looking up at her. “Miguel wants you at HQ” she says crossing her arms. “Okay, okay just let me get ready and ill be out there” i say getting up “yeah yeah. Shuuutt up” she says before leaving.

I arrive at HQ doing my usual throwing up my insides and talking to a few spiders. Eventually I arrive. “You called miguel” i say kinda afraid of why im here “yeah. Jess leave the room and shit the door make sure noone comes in…or out” his eyes shoot me a glare. I gulp and watch jess leaves. Miguel stands and looks at me “how are your portal travels?” He says “umm good good. Haven’t really been going anywhere except for hobies place” i say playing with my hands “really. Because i see you’ve been going to a unusual PLACE!!” Miguel says and jump down from his platform. “Umm what you mean?” I say taking a step back “you know exactly what I mean” he says walking up me me “Haha funny joke. Nice one you got me!!” I say nervously stepping back until my back hits a object and Miguel towers over me “Dont play dumb and stupid with me. What is earth 199786? And how do you know about it” he says “i don’t know. I’ve only been there a few times” i say “i saw it in a dream and it stuck with me” i say trying to move away. Miguel uses him arms to trap me in on both sides, he leans in closer, whispering in my ear “I know all about your little secret moxie” he says “You do?” I go shaking a bit. Both in fear and arousal. “Yeah and I know what you want” he goes. I feel his hand grab my waist as he pulls me closer to me. He pulls his head away and looks down at me. I gulp “you do?” I ask again “yeah. This!” He goes before he kisses me. In shock i push him off me. We stare at eachother for -5 seconds before i throw myself onto him and we continue kissing. I run my hands through his hair and he gives a small chuckle. “I work very hard on my hair” he goes as i bite down on his lip a bit and go “well looks like you’re gonna have to work hard again” we continue kissing and he starts using his hands to make me grind on his clothed member. I reach down to remove my underwear and immediately i feel his hand in between my legs. His thick long finger plunging into me “Youre so wet” he goes and i moan a little louder as he sucks on my neck. He removes his fingers putting them on his mouth sucking on what’s left of me. He takes my shirt and rip it open “don’t worry ill get you a nee one” he says into my ear. His suit retracts and he is bare in front of me. He taps my thigh a couple of times signaling me to jump up. I obliged he uses one hand to hold me up and the other to position himself. “This is going to hurt a bit sweetheart” slowly he moves into me. I wince a little from how big he is. He starts off slow. My juices covering his length now allowing him to slip in easier and faster. I moan loudly and bite his shoulder “Yeah you like that right?” He goes i lean my head back and we kiss. He start picking up the pace hammering into me. The feeling of his balls hitting my butt turns me on even more. I feel us moving as he walks over to a table like area and lays me down on it. Taking one leg and putting it on his shoulder and using a hand to cup my breast. The bee position allowing him to go deeper and faster. I put a hand on his bicep to hold myslef in place “oh god miguel faster” i say “There we go” he says as he lowers my leg and put both arms by my shoulders to hold me in place as he ruthlessly pounds into me. Our skin slapping rapidly and echoing in the large room. “Oh fuck. Miguel. Im close” i moan. He lowers himself onto me and rest his head in the corner of my neck, panting loudly and letting out few groans to curses. “Fuck!! I want to cum in you” He says as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up a bit. The new position causing us both to moan and he sloppily kisses me. “Please do. Please miguel” i say in the heat of the moment. He looks at me to thrust into me a few times before I felt the warm rish of his cum paint my walls. I orgasmed and my legs shake he thrust into me slowly as we both come down from the intense moment. He slips off and kisses my forehead. “Go and shower I’ll go get you a new shirt” He goes as his suit materializes back onto him.

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-The next day-

I happily skip into HQ to see miguel of course. Me and Hobie still haven’t talk but i plan to fix that. I see Miguel talking to jess and Ben and kiss him on the cheek. “Hey miggy” i say cheerfully He looks at me with cold eyes and back at jess and ben “excuse me for a moment” he gently shoves me out of earshot of the two “what the hell are you doing?” He asks “what you mean? Im just giving my future boyfriend a kiss” I giggle. He closes his eyes and sign’s before opening them again and looks at me. “Im not your future anything. We had a one night stand” he says looking away “what! No last night was very intimate. You made loved to me!” I go “No. i fucked you. I was stressed and you was there. Like i said i knew all about your visit to earth 199786. Those versions of ourselves dating. Well thats not going to happen between us okay, i filled your fantasy and you you helped me out” he says. He pats me on my shoulder before walking back to jess and ben. I felt the tears form and fall as I quickly typed in my home and left. Running to my room and into my bed crying into my pillow. “Im always here if you need me.” I hear behind me, i turn around, Hobie. “And im sorry for what i did. It was stupid and i wont ever do it again” he goes and sits on the edge of my bed. I sit up and hug him tight. “Im sorry for doing that to you hobs. You’re all I could ever ask for” i say He wraps his arms around me and I silently cry into his shirt, he says “Dont worry about it Big steppa. I could never hate you”

End.

Note: My thumb kinda hurts now. Anyways what you think? Should moxie stay with hobie or should she go back to Miguel who cant decide his feelings for anyone. Also did you pay attention to the smut details i did using the same words that hobie used with moxie and had Miguel also use them to get a different reaction from Moxie. Anyways. Dont steal. I only posted this fic on tumblr and nowhere else. I hope you enjoyed it. Rock on!

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Name Victoria Elizabeth Delilah Crane

Nicknames Blondie, Queen Victoria (both are ill-advised)

Age 42 (in 2077)

Pronouns She/Her

Sexuality Bisexual

Hair Color and style Blonde, typically worn in a bun.

Eye Color Gold (optical implants)

Height 5’11 without heels (is never seen in public without heels)

Body Type Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry- (Idk how to describe her body so here’s her ref instead)

Personality There’s a particular type of cruelty that tends to shine in the corpo offices; the one with a sweet smile and sharp eyes that spot a struggling co-worker from across the room, the sort that promptly step on them to climb that little bit higher – Victoria Crane belongs among that ilk, she climbed high off her mother’s shoulders and then higher still off the backs of those she was kicking down.

She has a ruthlessness hidden under a thin veneer of niceties, and with no shortage of pride since she’s good at what she does.

Tattoos None

Piercings Lobe piercings, only wears earrings on nights out.

Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect. VERY in-your-face cybernetics, including her gold arms and neck, but also smaller features on her cheeks. Her accent is also distinct in Night City (she was raised in England; I have no idea where specifically yet – but she definitely has an upper-class way of speaking.)

Hobbies She commits crimes against humanity in her free time Usually messing around with quickhacks, modifying them to suit her needs if not theory-crafting new ones with the input of other netrunners on forums. In truth, she struggles to have a hobby that’s not tied to her work in some way; even her reading materials are non-fiction research about brain functions and the like. At most, the biggest disconnect between them is her penchant for anything about maritime disasters.  

Someone get this woman a romance book goddamn

Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc} Arasaka netrunner (working under Smasher, currently)

Do they smoke? Yes

Do they drink? Is so, what's their poison of choice? Also yes – as long as something doesn’t have tequila in it she’ll likely finish the glass. If ordering for herself, she defaults to a mojito.

What do they usually wear on a normal day? Usually a suit of some kind, her entire wardrobe is full of them. If someone tells her to ‘dress casual’ she’d look at them as if they have two heads. Her idea of casual is still ‘dressy’ by most people’s standards.

What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".} Getting ‘dressed up’ for corpos is sort of a way to show off, peacocks the lot of them. Victoria included. She favours dresses for those sorta things, low neckline, high slit up one of the legs – gotta highlight the assets, y’know? Normally the dress is a simple enough piece so she can put sparkle on in other ways.

As for what she’d consider a special occasion to get particularly fancy; she honestly doesn’t need one. She dresses for herself tbh.

What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.} There’s the constant vague lingering of caramel smoke around her, courtesy of the smoking habit. As well as that, her favoured perfume smells like daffodils.

How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc. She has that murder strut; shoulders down, chin up, glaring at anyone who steps in her path.

Are they more of an early bird or a night owl? Definitely more of a night owl; she’s far happier to stay up to ungodly hours and doesn’t mind getting to watch the sunrise when she’s already up anyways. Comparatively, waking her up early is like poking a bear. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her. Don’t acknowledge her existence until at least 8am, please and thank you.

If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use? Awful

What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character? Not certain if it counts, but she’s likely the only person who has been able to call Adam Smasher ‘Tin man’ to his face more than once.

Favorite Season Summer

Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc} Sunny, just the type of day she can sit out by the pool and soak in the heat.

Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who? Incredibly self-indulgent but I have put her in a relationship with Adam Smasher. Theirs is not a healthy romance, but it’s sure af is a fun one to write.

Main Ship/Pairings Victoria/Adam Smasher

Side Pairings None at the moment!

Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings The main ship is def both of these things tbh

How do they show affection to their loved one? Gifts, gifts, and more gifts, with the occasional peck on the cheek. The more she loves someone, the more thoughtful their gifts will be – stuff they mentioned needing or wanting even offhandedly is stored away for her to spoil them with later.

How do they sit in a chair? She sits favouring the right side, elbow propped up against the armrest, chin resting on her own knuckles, with her knees pressed together if her legs aren’t crossed.

How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version} When she’s engrossed in processing info she pulled from the net, she props herself up on a chair like a damn gargoyle, squatting with her back curled as she hunches over a screen. (She tends to do this in the dark too – so please imagine opening the door into a dark af room and seeing a hunched shape poorly lit by a dimmed computer screen. If you make the slightest noise her head just snaps in your direction, her eyes glowing as she stares. Unblinking even as you slowly back out and close the door behind you.)

What do they wear to bed? A satin slip night dress. Because she has to be fancy even when she’s bouta sleep I stg-

How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc} She falls asleep curled up on her side, tucked into herself. She tosses throughout the night (RIP to anyone resting beside her you WILL get kicked or smacked across the face) but will wake up in the same curled up position she fell asleep in.

How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc} It might take her a little longer than usual to fall asleep but generally she has no trouble sleeping in places unfamiliar to her. Her rest would be more readily disturbed if the mattress isn’t soft enough or if the pillows aren’t the right height.

Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc} Not at all, so long as she’s not cold she can sleep fine.

What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset? The Ebunike. Usually she’ll plop herself on the shitty little settee that’s up behind the ship’s bridge / opposite Smasher’s secret office and smoke. It’s far enough from the Arasaka offices and things that tend to wind her up that she can just let herself settle.

What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc} She’ll put pressure on her lips somehow. Usually this takes the form of just simply biting/chewing the bottom, but occasionally she’ll press her knuckles against her lips – both for the pressure and to hide an anxiety that might come through in her expression.

What is their "tell" for lying? While she is scarily good at faking sincerity and keeping it going for quite a long time, she does have this little smile when someone accepts a lie she’s fed them – if she’s particularly proud, there’s an added little glint in her eye that observant folks can pick up.

What is their favorite color? Despite being decked out in gold implants, she actually really likes pink. But she’ll be damned if she gives Smasher the chance to add ‘Barbie’ to his list of nicknames for her.

Favorite flower/plant Stargazer lilies, even if she can’t keep them in her home anymore courtesy of Nibbles.

Favorite sweet of choice She will kill for strawberry liquorice

Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them She has a naked little fiend running amok in her home. Nibbles (full name Peaches Nibbles Crane) – who she loves and loathes in equal measure (“Of all the things, you had to choose lilies to be harmful to you?”) In truth, much as she gripes and claims that Nibbles is an ugly little thing that’d be dead without her, Nibbles has very much become a source of comfort that Victoria doesn’t think she could live without – and yes, she is looking into ways to extend the kitty’s natural life. She spoils her rotten.

What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down? The continuous sound of crunching bone triggers a panic response in her – black at the edges of her vision, brain feels fuzzy sort of thing. She hasn’t found a fool-proof way to settle herself after, but she knows for certain what DOESN’T calm her down (someone trying to physically comfort her through touch, especially rubbing her arms is a BIG no-no.) Usually she finds a corner outside to smoke, and she makes an effort to find the loudest space she can; the quiet doesn’t help.

If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why? (I need to preface that this is ENTIRELY headcanon/I have done no research into the lore for if something like this exists but-) There’s this exclusive hotel off the coast of Crete that is entirely underwater. It’s built in a way that its ‘grounds’ allow guests to walk close to ancient ruins and a few shipwrecks (one of which is actually quite a new addition; a submarine that sank a few years prior, and despite its proximity to the hotel rescue efforts didn’t get there in time to save the crew and their bodies were never recovered. It was initially going to be removed as it was considered an eyesore, but guests asked if their premises would be expanded to reach that wreckage instead.)

Victoria was there before the submarine sank, and she’d love to get there again. Especially since she’s heard rumours of the campaign to recover the bodies finally, she wants to see that.

What is their favorite comfort meal? Hot toffee pudding

Do they have a food they hate? Pork. She has never had it prepared in a way she’s liked, so she just avoids it entirely.

What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink? Caramel Frappuccino

What are their plans for the future {if they have any}? Her plans for the future are up in the air at the moment; she’s learned to stop trying to plan her life around Smasher who is a tremendously large influence considering he’s both her input and who she works for directly.

(Things are further complicated when she nearly dies and is put into a Gemini conversion frame. Her contractual obligations to Arasaka just got a few more decades added to it, so there goes the early retirement she’d been saving for.)

What's a song that "fits" them? Angel of Small Death & The Codeine Scene - Hozier

Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them > She was a designer baby! Her father’s side of the family had some medical issues that her mother didn’t want her inheriting, and while she was at that genome editing appointment Marion also made some other changes – for example, neither of Victoria’s parents are blonde but she wanted a blonde daughter so she got one.

> Hoards information like a dragon does gold, she’s modified her Kiroshi optics to sync with her own database so she can have an individual’s name, likes, dislikes, and any spec of blackmail she has on them ready at a glance.

> Mildly obsessed with maritime disasters. While she has a load of information saved in databases, she doesn’t need to access them to talk at length about even the most obscure shipwrecks. Her ‘comfort’ media is actually an old documentary about the HMS Erebus and HMS Terror and the hunt for their wrecks. (Yes, I am working my own hyper-fixations into her interests.)

>Tying into the prior point; Victoria’s favourite piece of art is The Raft of the Medusa by Théodore Géricault. She is seething at the fact that the original was purchased and is likely in someone’s room in the Crystal Palace. (Never mind the fact that she owns the original of Landseer’s Man Proposes, God Disposes.)

> She has a Midnight Lady implant but doesn’t have any of their extra accessories at the moment – none of them really appeal to her.

Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.} I haven’t thought her backstory entirely through yet, so here’s a rough timeline of events I have so far for her (incredibly loose and undetailed lol) 2035, born in Night City. Her mother takes her to England at six months old. 2051, started an internship in Arasaka’s European branch at sixteen years old. Her notably high scores in netrunning meant she was basically told that’s what she was doing – initially, Victoria had wanted to get her foot into the PR department but she wasn’t going to argue. Internship continued until- 2053, graduated from Arasaka’s private academy at eighteen and starts a counter-intel apprenticeship. 2056, apprenticeship completes and she goes into full-time employment in counter-intel. 2058, transferred to the American branch and sent to Night City. 2064, officially meets Adam Smasher for an op Two weeks after that op is officially marked as a success, she’s transferred to work directly for him. Sometime after 2077 > almost killed, becomes a ‘borg herself. (Gemini frame)

Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share Some development information! Victoria used to be very fucking different when I first made her; she was a street-kid, had purple hair and piercings, I dressed her entirely different and she was a rude lil shit but something about that didn’t vibe with me – I couldn’t think of a story for her beyond what the game was offering. So, I made some changes.

First was starting a corpo file for her, which felt much better. Her hair changed from purple to the pink-blonde combo, and story-wise I was thinking that when she was tossed from Arasaka, she became an information broker, had her own little crew surrounding her. Which is an idea I still like but it didn’t feel right for her.

So, kept at the corpo file – played along, and slowly just pieced Victoria together in a way that I felt fit her. Someone who stays with Arasaka, awful but has the means to protect herself from any feathers she ruffles.

She’s still a work in progress, like I need to sit and think through how the events play out with her, since she’s technically a V who went off-script well before the events of the game. But I much prefer her now compared to as she was.

[the-invested-ranger]

Ranger Gathering 2023

Prompt 6: Lead

Trigger warnings for implied death, mention of blood, mention of murder (if i missed any please let me know im new at tagging triggers)

This Prompt Fic uses an OC I made a long time ago, before I knew about Royal Ranger. If you don’t like reading OC content then this ain’t for you.

The OC in question is named Leanna Harris, Lea for short. Yes she is a female ranger, I made her when I was a teenager and before I discovered DnD to sate my representation needs. If you want a description of Lea or any additional information about her it will be below the cut after the prompt.

This Prompt also uses another of my OCs. His name is Ansalon Prier and additional information for him will be under the cut as well. His father may appear or be mentioned in these prompts. His name is Geldon, he’s a senior Ranger, it’s not super important (another OC. Shocking I know)

'You lead, I’ll follow’

Lea let those words play over in her head as she stared into the fire.

I can’t follow you... She let herself be distracted, just for tonight. Will was watching and she knew Halt was still awake, though she could hear Horace’s deep breathing. 

The three Ranger’s and the Knight were near the southern border of Araluen. This was Ranger Geldon’s fief. They had been sent here by King Duncan himself, after word of an uprising reached the capital. A rebel group had grown up in the south and had been growing at a concerning rate, so the King had sent the Ranger’s and the Oakleaf Knight to go and investigate.

When they had arrived, they had intended to touch base with Geldon, but when they arrived at his cabin they had been greeted with bloodbath. Geldon had been killed, his bow taken, his body left for them to find. That alone was enough to shake her. She held Geldon in the highest respects. He had taught her so much as an apprentice and he was always so kind to her. But finding him there worried her more than anything. It had been a weight in her stomach since they had arrived.

Lea and Will had been posing as traveling performers in the town's tavern to attempt to gather information, as they assumed Ranger’s would draw too much attention in this situation. The pair had successfully gotten the attention of a few of the rebels, who Halt had followed back to their camp that night. There Halt hadoverhead a speech the leader of these rebels gave to his followers. An impassioned speech about not only the faults of the King, but that of the Ranger Corp as well. 

The ending of this speech confirmed what Lea had feared the most. The rebel leader, Salem, Halt said he was called, produced two longbows. Ranger longbows. He proclaimed that he had killed the Ranger of this fief and of the one on the southern border.

Lea had a tight grip on her smooth river stone, a polished blue. It would have sparkled just slightly in the fire light if she hadn’t held it so close to her chest. Leaning over her knees, she fought so desperately to keep her emotions in check. Now wasn’t the time. They had a mission.

‘You really still have that thing?’

She had seen him only a month ago at the Gathering. I can’t follow you Ansalon.. Not where you’ve gone..

‘You lead, I’ll follow’

He was gone.

Leanna Harris

Average height by Ranger standards/ Brown hair usually tied up in a bun or some kind of tail/ Blue eyes

Leanna is around the same age as Will and Horace. Originally from Meric Fief, her first mentor died of a sudden illness in the first year of her apprenticeship. Having no mentor, she was bounced between Gilan and Halt. She and Will got along well and were a good team so usually she would stay in Redmont with Will and Halt. Though when Gilan went on missions, she went with him to get experience. She was on just such a mission with Gilan when Will was kidnapped by Scandians and went with Halt and Horace to rescue him. When she graduated and became a full Ranger she was stationed in her home Fief, Meric.

During her apprenticeship she became especially close with a fellow apprentice, Ansalon Prier. He was apprenticed to his father, a ranger of one of the southern fiefs. Will and Gilan have an active betting pool over who will confess first (Crowley and Halt do as well, but it's a secret). Lea insists that a relationship with another Ranger is unprofessional and Ansalon denies any feelings all together.

Lea has all the skills any typical Ranger has. She trained with Will to perfect a jongleur persona and is a wonderful dancer. She also has a knack for estimating times and has a better than average internal clock.

Ansalon Prier

Tall, and pretty wiry, even by Ranger standards/ Dark brown hair that curls slightly once it gets long enough/ Amber eyes

Ansalon is the same age as Leanna and began his apprenticeship the same year as she and Will. His father is a Ranger and because of this he had been preparing to be a Ranger for his entire life. Considered a prodigy by the senior Rangers never stopped him from working hard and he grew to resent the term. A good friend of Will and Lea’s, Ansalon is stationed in a fief on the southern border of Araluen. His father is stationed in the fief directly to his north.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Crashing into Octavinelle

A.N: My Twst Yuu OC Mia take on the scene from Book 4. 

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

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Mia’s eyes widen before screwing shut as they crashed into the mirror.  She felt herself roll off the magic carpet, but strangely didn’t crash into anything enough to hurt herself. Even as her eyes were still shut, she felt as if she was spinning. 

“Where…where are we?” she murmured as her head swam. 

“Well, well, what do we have here? Patrons in search of a midnight snack, perhaps?” 

“Aww maaan! I was totally ready to squeeze any burglars who here to nab our food supplies but it’s just Shrimpy and the Seal. Laaaame….” 

The familiar voices bounced in her head, as Mia managed to slowly peel her eyes open. 

“Wha? What’re you guys doin’ here?” Grim asked. 

Well, at least one of them seemed to brush this disastrous carpet ride off in a flash. 

Floyd gave a sigh, “Didn’t we already go over this? We can go home over winter break because of ice floes, remember?” 

“Wait, so are we in Octavinelle?” 

“Yes, inside Mostro Lounge to be precise.” answered Jade, his eyes trailing to Mia as she began to shakily stand to her feet. She looked as if she might have inhaled a wrong mushroom, her eyes shaking. She had yet to speak, how odd. 

“Are you okay?” Jade asked. 

“We made it!! We finally broke outta that awful prison!!” Grim cheered. 

“Yess, even I can see that.” Mia snapped lowly, swaying on her feet. 

Before she went down, she had two arms wrapped around hers, holding her up. 

“With your double vision, perhaps?” inquired Jade. 

She looked between Jade and Floyd, “With y'all it’s now quadruple.” 

Floyd snickered, “Shrimpy, does your vision have anything to do with this rectangular flounder-looking guy?” 

“I’m never letting Grim drive me on anything ever again! He can’t even drive a broom properly, why did I trust him with a magic carpet? Ek….” Mia felt her stomach heave. 

“Are you going to throw up?” Floyd asked. 

Why did he sound so cheerful about it? 

“It’s not my fault! Besides, we are out of there! Be grateful, Mia…” 

“There is no escape for you now, thieves!!” came a loud announcement that sent through Mia’s head as two Scarabian students entered the lounge, “I suggest you surrender!!” 

“What is all the commotion about at this late hour? Care to explain what’s going on here?” Azul asked as he surveyed the room. 

“That is none of Octavinelle’s business! Please just hand over the two of them quietly!” 

“Ahh, I see that is Mia and Grim. Hold on, why does Mia look like she is going to throw up? Floyd, don’t stand there as if this is a movie, find her a bucket!” Azul began to panic, thinking more of the amount of money she could potentially sprew on. 

Mia glared at Azul best she could. “Really?” 

He smirked coolly, “Well, the two of you are looking so dingy I thought you were a pair of dust clothes.” 

Mia bite back her usual retort as she straightened feeling a little bit better. She didn’t want to admit that having the Leech twins hold onto her was helping her vertigo, even if Floyd was grinning at her with too much interest. 

“Please save us with your spirit of benevolence!” Sarcasm was heavy, and Mia couldn’t help it. 

Azul pursed his lips as he pushed up his glasses. 

“If you refused to hand them over, you’ll be party to their wrongdoings as well!” one of the Scarabian students cried. 

That got Floyd attention as lifted his head up and bared his teeth, “Are you yankin my tail here? Who do you think you’re talking to?” 

Azul spoke, “No fighting is permitted in Mostro Lounge. This is a place for gentlemen. On that note, I think it’s time we ask these ill-mannered patrons to leave.”  

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“Are you certain you are okay?” asked Jade sliding her a glass of water as she sat at the bar. 

Mia gave a wan smile as she except the glass, “Yes, I feel better. Thank you.” 

Floyd leaned over towards her from his seat next to her and grinned, “You aren’t goint to hurl are you?” 

“I will hurl this water at you, if you don’t back off.” Mia threatened. 

“Fufufu. So I can’t squeeze you?” 

“Duh no! I just went on the worst rollercoaster ride in my entire life! How is it that the trip with Kalim was pleasant and with this mangy little…” 

“Hey!!” cried Grim. 

“Hush! You can’t drive anything to save your life, or mine. Just last week, we narrowly escape crashing into that tree.” 

Floyd laughed, “You sound worse than Azul with a broom.” 

“He is!!” Mia hadn’t even seen Azul fly a boom, but it couldn’t be worse than Grim. 

Grim glared, “Are you seriously going to keep bringing that up?” 

Azul finally interjected, “Why am I being brought into this stupid argument? Mia you know I have to charge you for that water?” 

Mia glowered at Azul and Floyd thought for a moment, she might go over the table at him. 

Instead, she smiled sweetly, “Add it to my bill.” 

“You heard the lady Shrimpy. Add it to her bill” Floyd guffawed. Jade snickered as Azul rolled his eyes and added it to the sheet of paper he was writing on. 

“Now, I think it’s time to tell me about this Scrabian infighting you mentioned.”, prompted Azul. 

[middleearthpixie]

More Than Meets the Eye ~ Chapter Forty-One

Author's Note: It took me a bit longer than usual to get this chapter written and revised and posted - I'm still feeling a bit blah, so I'm working slower than usual.

Summary: Erebor celebrates the marriage of King Thorin II and Arielle Farran with a grand reception and later, the newlyweds enjoy their wedding night…

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Arielle (Elen) Farran (female OC)

Characters: Arielle, Thorin, and pretty much everyone in ME.

Rating: M

Warnings: It is their wedding night, after all…

Word Count: 4,433

Khuzdal Translation: ‘Atmelê - my breath of breaths (or my soul)

Tag List: @tschrist1 @i-did-not-mean-to @lathalea @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @linasofia @fizzyxcustard @legolasbadass @kibleedibleedoo @xxbyimm @ocfairygodmother @exhausted-humxn-being @shalinizhara @rachel1959 @laurfilijames @sketch-and-write-lover

Previous chapters here and at AO3

Arielle sank into a chair between Thranduíl and Gandalf and said, “Are you both enjoying yourselves?”

Gandalf lifted his glass of mead, his eyes a bit red and on the glassy side, and nodded. “Of course. This is a day I never thought I’d see come. You should only know how close Thorin came to not surviving his encounter with Azog.”

“I do know. He’s told me of it. And thank you,” she turned to Tauriel, who sat with Kili to Thranduíl’s left, “for your quick thinking. From what I understand, you saved his life.”

“Oh, I only stabilized him for the journey to Rivendell,” Tauriel said, her hand covering Kili’s.

“You only stabilized him, you say? But if you don’t do that,” Arielle glanced across the floor, where she saw Thorin with Elen, Dwalin, Balin, and Bofur. She couldn’t hear them, but then Thorin threw back his head and let out a roar of laughter unlike any she'd ever heard, and couldn’t help but smile herself, “then he does not live to reach Rivendell.”

“I am just glad I could help.”

As Tauriel said this, she looked over at Kili, who returned that look with one so tender, so filled with love, Arielle felt her own heart melt. “I am so happy the two of you found one another. You truly are perfect together, you know.”

Kili linked his fingers with Tauriel’s. “I keep telling her the same. Perhaps now she will believe it, coming from lips other than mine.”

A light blush swept along the Woodland Elf’s cheekbones and she turned to him. “Dance with me, then.”

With a wide grin, Kili got to his feet and held out a hand and as he escorted her out to the dance floor, Arielle turned to Thranduíl. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am, thank you.” His blue eyes weren’t quite as cold as they met hers. “I am truly happy for Thorin. And for you. You seem quite the perfect pair and I wish you a long, happy life with one another.”

“Why, Thranduíl,” Gandalf said with a wicked gleam in his eye, “how much did that hurt you to say?”

“Why should it hurt me? I wish no ill will toward the Dwarf King.”

“You locked him in your dungeon, planned to leave him there for a hundred years. At least.” This came from Bilbo Baggins, who returned with two glasses of mead, one of which he set before Gandalf before sinking into Tauriel’s vacated chair.

“And you stole from me, so…”

“Ah, but I also apologized for that.” Bilbo lifted the glass to his lips, took a sip, then said to her, “I stole the keys from his guard and freed the Company.”

“And smuggled them out in my barrels, down my river.”

She glanced over at Thorin again. “In barrels, Master Baggins?”

She looked back as he nodded. “Oh, yes. It was quite the adventure, rocketing down the Long River, being bounced all about with the rapids until we lost the current. If it wasn’t for Bard, we’d still be trying to figure out how to cross that bloody lake. And besides, Thranduíl, your barrels would have been returned to you—”

“Had you not unleashed a dragon upon Esgaroth,” Thranduíl finished for him.

“Ignore him,” Gandalf said with an airy wave. “Who gets so upset over a few splintering barrels, anyway, Thranduíl? It’s high time you put that matter behind you, you know.”

“They may have been splintering, but they were mine, so—”

“Is that how you came into Esgaroth?” Ignoring the wizard and elven king’s bickering, Arielle rose from her chair and moved to sink into Kili’s. Her hand coming to rest on Bilbo’s forearm, she said, “I was there, when the Master had the Company arrested.” She smiled. “You vouched for him. For Thorin, I mean.”

Bilbo nodded. “I did. And I meant every word of it.” His eyes narrowed. “You were there?”

“I was, yes. I’m from Dale by way of Esgaroth.” She smiled at the surprised look on the hobbit’s face. “My best friend and I were there. We were in the marketplace when you caused all that ruckus with the Master’s guards and I first saw Thorin there. Then, later on, after they’d all been arrested, we came out because I wanted to know who he was. I’d just seen him, mind you. I’d seen him and heard him, but didn’t know his name or anything about him.”

Bilbo offered up a winsome smile. “And now you are his wife.”

She smiled. It was the first time she’d heard that in causal conversation. “I am, Master Baggins. I am his wife. But before that, I was his valet.”

“His valet?” Bilbo’s forehead furrowed.

“It’s a long story involving my brother, who is my twin,” she pointed at Elen, who looked up at the same time and waved at them with his no-longer casted right hand, “and his broken hand, which has now mercifully healed and without much lasting damage, thank Mahal. But yes, I was his valet, covering for my accident-prone brother and lasted all of five days before Thorin leaned the truth.”

“I can only imagine how that went.”

Remembering what happened moments after she confessed the truth, Arielle only smiled and said, “I don’t think you can, Master Baggins, nor should you, really. But, let’s leave it that it was the start of a very wonderful journey that leads us to this very moment in time.”

“And I am so very happy for the both of you.” Bilbo’s expression grew serious. “He’s been through much, you know. And I am glad he’s finally found happiness.”

“Thank you, Master Baggins. I know that will mean a lot to him. He wasn’t so certain you’d accept our invitation.”

“He’s told you why, I assume?”

She nodded. “He did. He spoke of what happened when he first returned here, and what happened up on the ramparts. He’s terribly ashamed of his behavior.”

“It wasn’t him,” Bilbo said softly, tracing the lip of his tankard with a stubby forefinger. “I mean, it was, but it wasn’t, if that makes any sense.”

“It does. And either way, I’m glad the two of you have mended things and that you are here. I know what it means to him as well.”

As if he heard them, Thorin turned his head in their direction and her heart skipped a beat at his slow smile. He rose, tankard in hand, crossing through the throng of people dancing, and bent to brush her cheek with a kiss. “How are you feeling?” he whispered.

She smiled up at him, tilting her head back to rest against his hip. “I’m fine.”

He sank into Tauriel’s vacated chair. “Master Baggins, you should smile. It is a joyous occasion, you know.”

Bilbo managed to do just that, then bobbed his head in the direction of the two arguing men. “You haven’t been subject to this bickering all night.” He shot them both a pointed look. “You are like two old women pecking away at one another, do you know that?”

They ignored him, while Thorin chuckled, draping his arm about her shoulders. “Let them fight, Master Baggins. They are happier that way.”

Arielle leaned her head against him. “Do they also have a bit of a checkered past, Thorin?”

“I haven’t a clue. Gandalf is fairly tight-lipped and Thrandy isn’t about to confide in me.”

That caught Thranduíl’s attention and Arielle bit back a smile as the Woodland king’s piercing blue eyes alit on Thorin. “Did you just call me Thrandy?”

“I did, yes.” Thorin lifted his tankard as if in a toast. “It suits you.”

Thranduíl’s expression hovered somewhere between disbelief and nauseated. “No one has ever addressed me as Thrandy.”

“Perhaps not to your face,” Thorin lifted his tankard for a swallow, then lowered it to add, “but I’ll wager they all do behind your back.”

Gandalf let out a chuckle. “Thrandy.”

“Oh, no. Not you, too,” Thranduíl turned his glare onto the wizard, who only laughed louder.

“Come,” Thorin rose from his chair, “I think I might have started the next great war. Time for us to sneak away.”

“Sneak away?"

He caught her by the hand to draw her up from her chair. “Very well, then, instead of sneaking off, we should say a few words to our guests, welcome them here. Tell them our news.”

“Fair enough. Lead the way.”

Lacing his fingers with hers, he led her to the middle of the floor, where he held up a hand and the musicians fell silent. Smiling at their guests, he cleared his throat and said, “I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you, some who have traveled a great distance, just to be here today. And you should know that my wife and I—” as he said this, he gazed over at her and smiled, which made her toes almost curl in her delicate white silk slippers—“very much appreciate your being here to share in our happiness.

“But, there’s also something else I—that we—wished to share with you as well. Erebor has seen some dark days, I have seen them, Arielle has also seen them, but today is not a dark day at all and we’d like to share with you the news that we are expecting our first child in the coming months as well, so Erebor will once again see joy and celebration in just a short while.”

Arielle smiled as he slid his arm about her shoulders to draw her against him, and as the tent erupted with cheers, she met his gaze and mouthed, Maralmizu.

His eyes sparkled. Maralmizi.

It was the most wonderful party Arielle had ever been to, and as she rested her head against Thorin’s shoulder, she said, “What a magical evening.”

He gave her a gentle squeeze. “That it is, mesmel. I’ve never seen you smile as much as you have today.”

“I’ve not had reason to smile this much until now.” She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I honestly never believed this day would come. When I first came here, I was so terrified of being discovered, and of you showing me the door, it was all I could do to not mess up the simplest tasks.”

A slow grin lifted his lips and he arched one brow as he said, “Such as grabbing my ass because you mistook it for a cake of soap?”

Her cheeks grew warm. “That was not intentional. You were naked and I was… well, I wasn’t horrified, exactly, but I’d never even seen a naked man until that night and… well… you are quite impressive naked, you know. So, I suppose my nerves got the best of me.”

“Your nerves.” His arms tightened about her. “So, you truly wish me to believe you did not grab it apurpose, simply so I’d stand and you could get an entire view of me?”

“Oh, I wish I could say yes, but… I am not quite that diabolical. I was too busy blushing like mad.”

“I know.”

“You knew?”

He nodded. “I thought you were prissy, like our elven friend over there.” He nodded toward Thranduíl, who did not look quite so prissy at the moment, as he was actually out on the dance floor with Erika and seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself.

“I was, but, as I said, I’d never seen a naked man before.”

His grin grew wolfish. “Thank Mahal it was warm water. If it was cold, I think you’d have been misled a bit.”

Her arms had been around his waist and with a wicked grin of her own, she let one hand skim down over the firm curve of his right cheek, the same one she’d accidentally grabbed that night, and gently squeezed. “I’d have learned the truth soon enough, though.”

His eyes darkened as her hand remained where it was, her thumb moving lightly along it. “If I had known a woman was bathing me,” he murmured, his voice growing husky, “I would have burned with embarrassment.”

“Instead I was the one burning with it. I felt like such a fool. I’m amazed you hadn’t guessed I wasn’t a boy at that point.” She smiled. “And to make it worse, you told me you slept naked and after having seen you, it was all I could see in my mind.”

He leaned over to brush her lips with his. “Let’s go back our apartment, mesmel,” he murmured, pulling her closer still. “I have this need to not share you with anyone right now.”

“We can’t leave just yet. Everyone is still here.”

He nuzzled her, his lips a whisper against her neck, making her eyelids heavy and her skin tingle. “They will not care… As beautiful as you look in that gown, I want to get you out of it.”

“Thorin!”

“What?” He swept a kiss toward her ear, his breath a warm caress. “It’s our wedding night, givashel. I want to slip this dress from you and watch it spill at your feet, then I want to start up here,” his lips brushed her ear, “and work my way down until I’ve got your legs over my shoulders and my face buried between them.”

A shiver traced along her spine as his voice grew huskier still. “And when I’m finished, and you’re trembling and breathing my name, I will work my way back up, slide deep inside you, and bring you right back to that edge. Your fingers will twist in my hair, you will be tight and soft all around me, and when I come, you’ll come with me.”

“I do like the sound of that, Thorin,” she whispered, giving his cheek another squeeze. “But… might I add something to it?”

Now his eyes danced. “And what might that something be?”

“Well, you are my king, right?”

His irises darkened. “I am, yes.”

“So, I should probably kneel before you, shouldn’t I?”

Their bodies were flush against one another and she bit back a smile as he stirred against her belly. “I like where this is going, mesmel.”

“So, while I’m there, on my knees before you—” she paused and grinned at the soft moan in his throat—“if I just so happened to tug your trousers down and take you—”

“Oh, we definitely should go now.”

She laughed at the pained tone in his voice. “Thorin…”

“What? I really like when you do that.”

“Thorin!”

“What? I do. You are rather good at it, you know.”

She rolled her eyes. “You are incorrigible.”

“So, can we leave?”

“Thorin!”

He tightened his arms about her once more. “Very well. You win.”

“Good.” She trailed her fingertip along the braid before his right ear. “I suppose now you will allow me to tend to your hair when you cannot lift an arm high enough to do so on your own?”

“I will, yes. I would have before today as well.” He slowly spun her about. “As a matter of fact, I’d have allowed it from that first morning we slept together. At that point, I think if safe to say, you became one I trusted intimately.”

“You used it to force my hand about my identity.”

“In my defense, I had no choice. It was the only way I could get you to confirm what I’d suspected.”

“You suspected?”

“I did, but had no way of proving, until I asked you to comb and re-braid my hair.”

“After you’d finished telling me why you didn’t want Miss Caisys coming to your apartments because sleeping with her would mean marrying her.”

“Which would have been a terrible thing to have happen, since I ended up kissing you.”

“It was a nice kiss, though.”

“It was. And what happened during that kiss was nice as well.”

“Until Dis—”

He smiled. “Until she brought a stop to everything.”

“Tell me,” she caught that braid in her palm, let it slip through her grasp, “what would have happened between us, had she not interrupted?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” He brushed her lips with his once more. “I was not lying about how dwarves view sex. But, your hand felt very nice on me, as I’d never been touched that way before.”

“Really?”

He offered up a look. “Really. A kiss here, yes. A feel through clothing there? Yes. Skin to skin contact? No. Too much of a risk.”

“And then I come along and—”

“Made me rethink things I thought I’d already figured out. That’s why I went to the Iron Hills, to clear my head and when I returned, I knew what I wanted.”

His voice fell to a low, growling purr and she smiled. “And here we are.”

“Here we are.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Do you remember when you asked me how Belle made me feel?”

She smiled. “I do. You insisted you needed no fire or passion or desire in your life, more or less.”

“Do you remember what I told you? That no one made me feel what you do?”

“I remember.”

“It’s true. No one ever has nor ever will make me feel what you do. I love you. Nalish.”

“You know, dwarf, I think it’s time you and I snuck out of here.”

His grin grew wolfish once more. “Is that so?”

“Definitely.”

“I like how you think, mesmel.”

She pulled out of his arms and he caught her by the hand to hurry her toward the nearest door. They made it out without anyone stopping them, and in the corridor leading to their quarters, he stopped and tugged her into his arms once more. As his lips found hers, he backed her carefully against the wall, his kiss growing deeper by the second. For a moment, she thought he’d lift her, the way he did the night of their engagement party, but something clattered in the hallway beyond theirs, and someone laughed.

Pulling away, Thorin grinned. “Someone has the same idea as we do.”

“I’d rather not know who it is, though.”

“Me, neither. Shhh…” He put a finger to his lips as he tugged her away from the wall and toward their chambers once more.

Once they were safely behind the closed door, Thorin wrapped her in his arms, his lips hot and hungry as they found hers. She melted against him, her head falling back as he scorched a trail of kisses along her neck, into the hollow at its base. His fingers moved along her back, nimbly slipping buttons through their loops and just as he promised, he stood and it spilled from her body like water to pool at her feet.

His eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over her as he murmured, “Abnâmul. And mine for the rest of our days.”

“Nalish.”

Promise filled his smile as he closed the space between them. His lips, soft and teasing, moved along her neck, down over her shoulder. Her eyes closed, a sigh bubbling to her lips as he continued his onslaught, as he moved down over her breastbone, along the inner curve of her left breast.

The door was cool along her back as she leaned against it, her fingers slipping into his hair, twisting and holding on as he caught her nipple between gentle lips and flayed it with a not so gentle tongue. Heat swept through her, knots twisted low in her belly, her blood smoked through her veins with each flick, each swirl, until stars seemed to dance before her eyes.

He pulled away, lifting her easily and smiled as he swept her into their bedchamber, where he bent to press her into the bed. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as he winked and sank to his knees, then maneuvered her legs over his shoulders.

He bent to her, skimmed a soft kiss along her belly. He nuzzled the now-damp dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Then…

“Oh…” She couldn’t hold back her soft moan at the first silky caress of his tongue against her. Oh, Mahal, he was so very good at this… knew just how hard to press, how gently to swirl, knew exactly how exquisitely slow and steady to proceed to make her head spin, to make her body ache for him.

Her hips arched of their own toward him, the knots twisting tighter still. He moved faster, sending scorching tingles racing through her. With one hand, she clutched his hair, holding him fast when he found the spot. With the other, she clutched the featherbed beneath her. Clutched and twisted and mangled it as he brought her to that fiery brink of madness.

“Tho—Thorin!” Her breathless cry rang out as the knots burst to shower her with a bliss she’d never felt before. Hot. Sweet. It devoured her, swallowed her whole and swept her out to sea to leave her limp and languid beneath him, trembling from the force of her release.

She shivered when he pressed a hot kiss into her left inner thigh, the scrape of his beard sending a shockwave through her. But that was nothing compared to the sensations that rocketed through her when he slid his fingers along the same overly sensitive flesh. The pleasure was so sweet, so prickly-hot, it was almost painful, but at the same time, her entire body pulsed with delight and when he slid a finger inside her, it triggered another climax for her. Not nearly as strong, but every bit as delicious.

He eased her trembling legs from his shoulders and rose, kissing his way back up, and when his lips met hers, she shoved the robe from his shoulders, yanked frantically at his tunic. When he straightened to tug it from his back, she slid to her knees before him this time.

His trousers gave her no trouble, the buttons slipping free at the first gentle tug, and when she slipped them and his small clothes down, he sucked in a sharp breath, then exhaled with a mighty whoosh as her lips closed about him.

“Arielle…” His voice was low and husky, his hands sinking into her hair, knocking her tiara askew. With one hand, she managed to pluck it from her head and set it on the bedside table, out of harm’s way, then turned her focus back on him.

Using his sighs, his moans, the tightening of his fingers in her hair as her guide, she teased him with slow, swirling strokes, with short, playful flicks, and when she trailed her fingernails along his inner thighs, he trembled against her, breathing, “Mahal, yes…”

His body tensed, his breath came in short, hard bursts, he rocked toward her with increasing force and she braced herself for the inevitable.

“Oh, no, amrâlimê,” he growled, pulling her free and dragging her up to meet his fiery kiss. “I’m finishing inside you…”

“You almost did.”

“You know what I mean.”

With that, he turned her away from him, pulling her flush against his chest. Her eyes closed of their own as he swept her hair over her left shoulder, then pressed his lips against her where her neck and shoulder met. He teasingly nipped her, then soothed it with a sweep of his tongue, all the while, one hand skimmed along her belly, and the other cupped her right breast to tease her nipple into a tight, aching bead.

The hand on her belly delved further, between her thighs, to part her curls and stroke her oh so sweetly. She reached for him, draping her arms about his shoulders, her back arching as each teasing stroke brought her closer to that edge once more.

He pressed a kiss into her nape, and whispered, “Bend over, amrâlimê…”

She did, pressing her cheek into the quilt, biting down on her bottom lip as he carefully eased himself inside her and slowly thrust to seat himself. At that first stroke, she trembled, her fingers twisting into the quilts. He caught her by the hips, held her still as he thrust again. “Oh, givashel…” he breathed, drawing back only to surge once more. “You feel amazing…”

“So do you, amrâlimê…” She ached to move against him, and that she couldn’t served only to heighten her pleasure further. His thrusts came slow and steady and deep, and she tightened about him as he bent to press a hot kiss into the middle of her back.

With a low, husky moan, he moved faster, his thrusts swift and powerful, and with each one, he shoved her closer to the edge. His breath came rough and smoked about the edges as he surged even harder now. She trembled around him, rocked her hips to meet him, and when he went over the edge, his fingers bit into her hips, he arched hard against her, and let out a hoarse, “Arielle!” as they came together.

The quilt muffled her, “Thorin!” and her head spun wildly as Thorin sank against her and pressed his lips gently against her left shoulder.

“‘Atmelê,” he whispered between breaths, his hands grazing along her arms before coming to rest over hers, where he linked his fingers with hers and breathed, “Maralmizi, my yasthûna.”

She peered at him over one shoulder, scooping a handful of her hair to toss out of her eyes. “What does that mean?”

“My wife.” He smiled as he carefully eased from her and straightened up, then stepped back so she could do the same.

“I like how that sounds.”

“As do I.”

With a low sigh, she shifted to stretch out atop the now-wrinkled quilts and smiled when he stretched out alongside her and lifted his arm to drape about her shoulders when she curved up against him. Laying her hand flat against his chest, she gazed up at him. Her husband.

Before she could ask, he winked and said, “Yasthûn.”

“How did you know?”

“Because I know you,” he told her with a wink. “Try it.”

“Yasthûn.”

“Perfect.”

“I will eventually learn your language.”

“There’s no rush, givashel. We have the rest of our lives for me to teach you.”

She smiled. “Do you think anyone’s noticed we’ve left?”

The quilts rustled softly as he shifted to carefully ease himself over her. “I neither know nor care, if you want the truth.”

And with that, his lips met hers and as their kiss deepened, she found she didn’t much care, either.

[grasslandgirl]

for the writing ask tag — 2, 19, 20, & 23?

thank you for sending this in!! i meant to answer it AGES ago but im terrible at answering asks lmao <3 but anyway here we (finally) are

2. Anything that you’d like to write but feel like you’re unable to?

ohhhh goodness. there isnt anything off the top of my head that's like. an idea that feels like a pipe dream, if that makes sense? i have a lot of story ideas in my head almost constantly, and if i end up not writing them its more often because theres not enough meat on the metaphorical bones to go anywhere, or that ive started writing it and gotten blocked or bored- not that im unable to write them

obviously there are stories that, as a cis white woman, aren't mine to write, and stories that i feel uncomfortable digging into alone because of my lack of personal experience with the subject matter, but i don't know if that's necessarily what the question is asking- because it's less of a story that i'd like to write but am unable to, and more of a story i'd like to read, and am unable to write- if that distinction makes sense?

in a larger sense, there are genres and styles of storytelling i kind of want to write but don't know how- large scale sci fi, anything with a depth of world building, vivid historicals, etc- but more often than not, im drawn creatively to the things i can create, because they're more fufilling for me to explore

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

Fig glanced down at the doodle of Ayda’s eyes, peering up at her curiously from between two scrawled lyrics. She snapped her notebook shut.

I’m just tired, she told herself.

She shoved her notebook back in her pocket and grabbed her guitar by its neck, climbing down the ladder one-handed with practiced ease. She shuffled back to her bunk and collapsed into bed. Jamina was already asleep, her loud buzzing snores filling the whole room. 

Fig told herself that was why she couldn’t fall asleep. Why she spent the whole night staring up at the hammock above her, tapping a familiar beat against her thigh. 

But even Fig, the consummate deceiver, couldn’t believe her own lie.

:)))) iykyk

20. Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

oh i have SO many wips simultaneously. so many.

i like to jump around a lot, i've found it helps keep me from getting blocked for too long, if i have other projects i can jump to when im feeling uncertain about one, or not in the mood for the story/genre/scene- i tend to stick really strictly to writing chronologically, bc otherwise i never finish things, and so i can keep multiple metaphorical writing plates spinning at one time bc i know where all of them are going- to a lesser or greater extent- cause they're all on a clean timeline in my head !!

according to my annual word count google sheet, ive got abt 7 wips in various stages of completion- but i've also got a bunch of idea docs and notes and unused concepts swirling in my head pretty much all the time that i just havent actually sat down and written yet (i've also got like 6 wips for a non-fic oc type thing that i dont post i just like to write about when im in the mood, that i bounce around between !!)

a lot of the time ill get Really Into one project and work on it for days or even weeks in a stretch, but sometimes i get blocked or bored!! and its really nice to just have a bunch of different things on the backburner that i can go and read through and add a little onto while im looking for inspo <3

23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

god. truly i think it depends on the fic. i feel like every scene i write either starts with a really vivid mental image, or a really clear idea for a conversation/ inner monologue, and what i find easy to write depends on that dichotomy of inspiration- description for the former, and dialogue for the latter. if i don't know exactly what the setting looks like or what the energy of the space is, i tend to write the dialogue first and let the setting fill itself in organically, and if i dont have a strong grasp of characters voices as im writing, ill usually dig into the space and the circumstances and the narrator's thoughts until i find a hook!

that, or rewatching/rereading scenes and moments where character voices are really vivid so i can get them In My Head

oops! i got rambly on this one, but it was really fun to answer!!! tysm for sending in this ask i really enjoyed it <3

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[brandywine-tomatoes]

One of the Bad Ones

From a little thought of mine <3

Masterlist

Pairing: (platonic) female!oc & crosshair

TW: sad/depressing thoughts, a little bit of human experimentation, self-depreciation, PTSD

Word count: 1895

QUICK NOTE: this is a concept with my oc Dain and her (platonic) relationship with Crosshair. Dain is a chiss jedi who hates the republic. She was the TechnoUnion's test subject years before Echo got there. She was rescued by the Batch and Co. when they went to rescue Echo. If you want more details, let me know!

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There were good days and bad days for Dain. This day would be one of the bad ones.

Hunter and Wrecker were getting some much-needed rest, recovering from the day before. Tech was messing with a small part of the hyperdrive in his bunk with Echo helping, not getting the rest they needed. That left Dain piloting through the ridiculous amount of traffic on Pasaana, their new mission destination, with Crosshair as her co-pilot. A content silence consumed the ship, only Tech’s fiddling with a blow torch, Hunter and Wrecker’s soft snores, and the clicking of controls filling the cramped space.

Dain was consumed whole by her usual track of mind. The horrors of Skako were always her first destination. It was hard not to think about it, she was there for years. She constantly had to rhyme off the different things she could see, focus on the light reflecting and refracting around the ship, squeeze her eyes shut and dive into the life forces of her crewmates to bring her back from the fluorescent-lit laboratories and chilling surgical tables. Her limbs disobeying her commands as her captures messed mercilessly with her eyes. She could feel the tiniest of needles embedded in her iris, the sorry excuse for a numbing agent being injected.

She could still feel the helplessness that she constantly felt every second she was conscious on Skako. The bacta tube she was confined in when the surgeons needed a break still haunted her. Her long hair frail and coarse flowing like a separate entity, her oxygen mask so tight around her face practically another body part. She felt like she was being slowly and carefully pulled back to it, she could feel the warmth of the liquid seeping up her calves and past her knees, almost above her waist.

“You okay?”

Those few words violently pulled her out of the tank she was sinking into.

She didn’t feel the little drops staining her cheeks. Of course she wouldn’t, she was too messed up to feel the things that made her organic. She saw a sparkling on her cheeks refracting the light of the speeders and pods held up in front of her.

Dain quickly wiped them away. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Simple question,” he said, his usual snark present.

“I am perfectly adequate; I don’t know where you’re getting your ideas from.”

“Your bullshit doesn’t fool me,” Crosshair sighed.

Dain whipped her head around to his dead serious face gazing out at the fully stopped highway. “I beg your pardon? I am not, as you say, bullshitting.”

“You’re suffering. You really think this act is convincing?”

She was perplexed.

“Don’t look so surprised.” He went back to prepping the ship from its parked mode to move a couple inches further.

Dain did her part in guiding the ship the few little inches. They stayed in silence for quite a while, Dain trying to stay afloat by following the train of speeders and pods zig and zagging across miles and miles towards the capital city. Crosshair had propped a tiny black book on his raised knee, sketching away like he always did when he had extra time.

“How could you tell?”

Cross continued with his pen. “Hm?”

“How could you tell?” Dain asked a little louder.

“Well crying doesn’t cover anything up,” he gestured with his pen to her newly wet cheeks.

She quickly went to work wiping them dry, the force drawing a deeper blue to her skin. She dropped her hands in her lap in defeat, her shoulders sagging. “I can’t control it.”

“Nothing special.”

“I misspoke. I can’t feel it.”

Crosshair seeded his sketching of the pods and speeders.

“I remember what lacrimal feels like, seeping from the tear ducts,” she continued. “But I just... I don’t function like that anymore.”

He didn’t know what to say. What do you say to such a horrific fact? What did they do to you?

“I, um, overshared. Apologies.”

“No,” he objected. “It’s, uh, fine.”

Dain sunk into her seat, pulling her knees up to her eyes instinctually. Making herself as small as possible eased a little itch in the back of her mind.

She was a leader before all of this, she didn’t want to shy away into a corner and fade away in her own shadow. She stood with purpose and commanded respect. She was a decorated soldier, higher in rank than most Jedi. She had a family who she loved and who loved her. She depended on the Wolffe Pack as much as they depended on her. She was one of them.

She held a burning passion against the Republic. She fought to someday end the war so she could help burn it down and build something better in its ashes. Something that didn’t negotiate living being's lives like they were poker chips to be tossed in a pot.

It was all gone. It disappeared. She only wanted to melt into the soil, maybe help the earth flourish with trees and wildlife beside a rushing river. She didn’t hold a passion for anything she used to. She wasn’t the leader she needed to be, she didn’t have a family, she didn’t have anything to fuel her anymore. She was empty and purposeless. Maybe I’m better off melting into the earth.

“Here.”

Crosshair tossed the little black book and the pen to Dain, landing in the space between the armrest and herself. Dain stared at it for a moment, unsure of what he was playing at.

She slowly unfurled herself, her feet setting on the floor without a sound and her nimble hands bringing the book and pen to her lap.

“You can’t stay in there forever, you know. It’ll drive you insane,” he started.

Dain’s shoulders deflated. “I know.”

“It’s impossible.”

She eyed him wearily. And I thought this was going to be a pep talk.

“You just have to escape long enough.”

She stayed silent and a small bit of intrigue nipped at her fingers.

“Try it,” he gestured to the open landscape in front of them.

Dain shimmied to the edge of her seat to prop the book to a blank page against the dash in a free spot of any controls.

“Any requests?” She asked without an ounce of cheek in her words, only what seemed to be defeat.

“Nothing you can remember.”

She looked around the desert in front of her. Only a city that looked like a birdbath all those miles and miles away and the pods and speeders backed up were to see. Nothing she could see really sparked interest in her, nothing ever did anymore.

Just as she was about to toss the book back, she found her subject. A little patch of orangey clouds against the scorching sun. The entire sky was filled with them, the light bouncing off every fluffy edge and casting long shadows, but this patch’s edges were sharply defined and outlined against the glowing of the sun. There was no double meaning, no metaphor she could attach to it. Nothing sad to see in the clouds, it just looked graceful and meaningless.

She scribbled away on a page, not having enough energy to criticize her chicken scratch. She remembered a piece of advice from someone she hadn’t thought about for what felt like decades. You always get caught up in what you think you’re seeing, not what’s actually in front of you. Exasperated laughter echoed in the aftermath.

She proceeded with that in mind, trying to stay out of her head and only taking what was in front of her to transfer messily onto the textured parchment.

Crosshair was the smallest bit surprised the broken woman in front of him kept sketching away for more than five minutes. He half expected her to toss it back and retreat into whatever hell her mind had become.

He didn’t believe it when Anakin told the rescue team on Skako that it was Force Marshel Dain Lec in the bacta tank, floating eerily like a dead specimen with a tight black shirt and shorts that gave away how much she looked like a dead, decaying skeleton.

She was basically a myth in the GAR. Force Marshel Lec was one of the most decorated soldiers in history; her battle plans and strategies were studied by captains, commanders, and generals. The Bad Batch admired her work, it was exactly their style of getting things done. But she only worked with Commander Wolffe and his battalion, she didn’t ever grace the rest of the GAR with her presence. The fact that she was one of the only Chiss serving the Republic only added to the mystery of Dain Lec.

But it wasn’t just her bat shit crazy plans and strategies that she was known for, her humanity and empathy were only dreamed of. The regs all had their fair share of generals who hated them for existing, some even had the unfortunate fate of serving under Krell, but the Wolffe pack only spread the word of her immense empathy and compassion. Ruthlessness and compassion never went hand in hand, but somehow the universe broke logic and made Force Marshel Lec.

Crosshair couldn’t put the myth to the face. Sitting beside him, still sketching away on the consul, was a shrivelled and washed-out woman who couldn’t feel her own tears. Granted, it had only been a few months of her being dumped on them along with Echo, and she hadn’t been in the thick of the action yet, only drawing up plans and flying the ship, but he couldn’t imagine what else an escaped science experiment could do.

“You underestimate my abilities a staggering amount, Crosshair,” Dain’s permanently shaky voice broke his thoughts and sent him into a panic.

His thoughts staggered. “You- you-”

“Force users can’t read other beings' thoughts, but I can most certainly piece together the ones that float by.”

Crosshair thought someone raised the temperature in the ship by 20 degrees.

“I... I...”

“I’ve made the best snipper in the GAR speechless,” a small smile spread across her lips. “It’s perfectly fine, no ill will befalls this situation. I’ve endured far worse than the judgement of others.”

He didn’t know what to say. Again. He felt embarrassed over anything, over the fact he’d stoop to such lows. Why was he like this? Why did he have to point out the worst in people who were already suffering enough? Was it some kind of ego thing? Was he that insecure?

Dain tossed the book and pen back to Cross, making him jump. She looked at him intently, trying to catch his gaze that was anywhere but on Dain.

“Cross.”

He sighed and met her foggy crimson eyes. It didn’t seem like a confrontation. She brought her knees up to her chest again and fidgeted with something in her lap. How could she be considered a leader? Stop it.

Her gaze turned to one of sympathy. Pity.

“You should consider your own advice, you really think this act is convincing?”

He scoffed and leaned back against the co-pilot's seat, turning his attention to the backed-up traffic.

She sighed deeply, like the weight of the world was getting heavier with each conversation they had. “I’m still here, even if everyone here doesn't want me to be.”

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A/N: HELLOO PEOPLE!! It's been a while!! I haven't been writing a lot lately, that's not true, I've just been writing a long marvel fic and making new OCs that no one's interested in I'm sorry for that. If you want more of my bb Dain, please let me know! I'd love to share her with y'all!! Go drink some water, get a snack, take a break, you deserve it so much!! I'M SO SORRY IF THIS WAS OOC, I TRIED MY BEST OKAY