#kats ocs: hook

[resetting37]

fun thing to do is compare your ocs hitlists among themselves.

advik:

sean:

audrey:

zack:

katsumi:

morgan:

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Collecting more OC notes...

Now with bits on Kahtzi and Jar'ath

Kahtzi is a devious card shark, leaning on playing dumb to disarm her opponents.

Jar'ath doesn't kiss and tell and prefers to find sexual partners that'll stay separate from the rest of his life, (though he does hook up with Kat from time to time.)

Tahny is the epitome of a nympho nepo baby.

Tahny will only ever use the non possessive "li'nen" term of endearment from her language (treasure, precious, loved one)

In fact the only people who in canon refer to HER as "li'hah" (my treasure, my precious, my loved one) are her father and suitor, two people who see "possessing" her as very literal.

Tahny usually carries a grappling gun while on Coruscant.

Tahny doesn't settle on Pabu, due to the closing events of Disgrace she has too many people with her to settle on the small island and ends up using her considerable resources to form her own colony on a planet called Taunterra.

The meta reason for Tahny's eye markings is that that's how I wore my makeup in high school.

Tahny loves sour candy, and savory food.

Speaking of, she's a surprising adept chef with a refined pallet.

She's likely to eat an endangered species because it's said to be a delicacy.

Tahny can't aim for shit, no matter how much Cross might try to improve her marksmanship.

Kahtzi can't carry a tune to save her life and that's a leading cause in her changing her name from Diva to Kahtzi.

Kat is the sexual dominant in the Kahtzi X Tahny dynamic. She's usually expected to play a more demure and submissive character while escorting and revels in being the one in control in private.

Their very specific sexuality labels are:

Kahtzi - Polyamourous Bisexual

Tah'nyem - Demiamourous Bi Polysexual

Jar'ath - Aromantic Pan Polysexual Nympho

Sex and Love are very separate for Tahny, though she's aware that Love often comes with Sex, Sex doesn't have to come with Love. For her, it's strange that most people think love and monogamy go hand in hand.

Then again, she never felt romantic love till she met Crosshair- and this why she's resistant to the feeling. It's alien to her and freaks her out a little.

Their relationship is sexually open, but emotionally closed making the prospect of falling into bed with them a little less attractive to most people. It's quiet obvious they're just in it for the sex and it can be a little lonely being their third.

Except Kat, she's oddly used to how emotionally cold Tahny can be and is unfazed. She mostly finds it cute that she went and fell for someone finally.

Tahny often goes to the opera and ballet by herself, not minding that no one wants to go with her.

Despite his (constant) antagonism, Jar'ath cares deeply for his childhood friend Tah'nyem and vise versa.

Jar'ath has the most nicknames for Tah'nyem. The usual T or Teeny, extending it to Teeny bop, doll face, etc etc. But in dire straights he reverts to calling her Tahny like he did when they were kids.

Though Cross and Tahny have a very sexual relationship, there's examples of each of them rejecting the others advances when their mental state made consent dubious.

Tahny doesn't experience jealousy very often, her ego is a little to large to feel insecure about where she stands with anyone.

Like most Ga'haiians, Tahny finds the ways of the Jedi to be incredibly silly and gets a kick out tormenting the uptight ones. This can be an issue with how often The Red Crown hosts gatherings for the Jedi Temple.

In the Disgrace AU, the Ra's bought out most other entertainment venues in the vicinity of the Red Spire while building their monopoly, including the club that eventually became 79s. They gave the bar to the government while holding onto some stock for the venue since the payback was subsidized by the senate making it a guaranteed investment.

Tahny has fertility issues that mostly go unnoticed due to her unlimited access to the Red Spire's medical resources.

Kahtzi is well known among clones, her Pinups being featured with other Red Crown escorts in the holocalendars sent out in the GAR relief packages.

This is why she desperately wants to go to 79s and part of why Tahny avoids the place like the plague.

Kahtzi is one of the top three Courtesans of the Red Crown's line up, but a Thisspiasian named Rahktah Merian is the first place earner.

Jar'ath has never worked a hard day in his life and he plans to keep it that way.

Though Jar'ath is the picture of confidence, his one nervous tick is that he constantly checks and tucks the hair over his left ear where his black Ga'haiian Calico streak is hidden.

There's two main versions of the Disgrace universe: Canon Disgrace where Tahny and Cross meet between the events of "Fall of Kamino" and "The Solitary Clone." And the "Young and Stupid" AU where they date during the clone wars. Y&S isn't very fleshed out but sometimes I just want to draw them hanging out on Coruscant okay.

Tahny's training in the pleasure arts are particularly troublesome for Hunter. Adjusting her body temperature, heartbeat and pheromones through meditation (incredibly second nature to her by this point,) she can make his enhanced senses go haywire. It does not take long for her to figure this out and exploit it mercilessly.

The only person who can make Crosshair irrationally jealous when it comes to Tahny is Echo. The two are saccharine and overly affectionate with each other- but it's just a bit. They know it drives Cross nuts and they're little shits about it.

Though Kat is still involved with Tahny, after the events of Disgrace she drifts more to Wrecker as her primary partner- making him an official member of the diamond doll polycule.

Yes, Wrecker X Kat X Tahny X Cross is a thing from time to time.

Though Tahny and Wrecker have been intimate, they're not very close. They tend to miss on communication and don't really "get" each other.

Tahny is ADHD and this is generally brash and impatient, an imperfectionist overall- until one of her hyper fixations kicks in and she'll suddenly do something that'll remind Cross of Tech. It throws him for a loop every time it happens.

Tahny has never met Tech, but since she has copies of Crosshair's feelings in her brain- she sometimes finds she misses him.

Those copies are also the driving force behind her dynamic with the other batch members. Like Cross, she's antagonistic towards Hunter, fond of Echo, and a little shaky with Wrecker.

Omega doesn't really like Tahny. This kind of hurts her feelings because, "The girl likes everyone! To a detriment! Why doesn't she like me?"

That's a lot more than I meant to put down, lol.

Miss the first set of these? Find them here.

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[acknowledge-reigns]

Sweetest Pie | Solo Sikoa x Black!fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #7: Nipple Clamps

"I want that nasty, that freaky stuff.

Live under my bed and keep me up..." 🎶

Description: Raya pays the price of teasing Solo all day.

Warnings: Nipple play (clamps), semi public play, teasing, bratting, brat taming, pet names, vaginal sex.

Face claim: Kat Graham

MDNI!! 18+ BELOW THE CUT

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

As always my fics are about Solo Sikoa, NOT Sefa Fatu.

tag list - @mysticreigns2 @queeny23 @jeyusos-girl @notfancyrebelpaper @xbriexx @skyesthebomb @mzv11 @paigereeder @glitterywitchstarlight @v4mp-reads @hunnidmilly

Solo smirked as he watched Raya squirm beneath him, the nipple clamps causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to ripple through her body. "You like that, don't you, princess?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

The two had been at a work related event, wine and dining alongside other bloodline members and wwe execs, painfully boring stuff but Raya had made it her mission to subtlety tease Solo throughout the evening. From light touches and brushing up against him to 'fuck me' eyes from across the room to full on palming his dick under the table durring polite conversation.

Solo had been struggling to keep his composure throughout the evening, his thoughts constantly being pulled back to Raya and her teasing touches. But now that they were alone, he was ready to take control and show her exactly what she had been playing with.

He ran his gloved hands over her body, "You really thought you could get away with teasing me like that all night, didn't you?" he growled. "But now you're mine, and I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson, babygirl."

Raya giggled, "It was the ride of your life." she said.

Solo gave the clamps a gentle tug, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through Raya's body. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as the sensation shot straight to her core.

Solo chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Raya. "You're so sensitive," he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "I love the way you respond to me." He tugged on the clamps again, harder this time, causing her to cry out in an absurd mixture of pleasure and pain.

Raya moaned loudly, her body writhing beneath Solo's touch. "More," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I need more."

Solo grinned, clearly enjoying how desperate Raya was for him. "You want more, princess? You want me to give you everything you've been craving all night?" He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'll give it to you, but you have to beg for it."

Raya shuddered at Solo's words, her eyes locked on his. "Please, Solo," she whimpered. "I need you to take me. I need you to make me yours. I need you to fuck me until I can't think straight."

Solo hooked his fingers into the waistband of Raya's panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, revealing her glistening pussy and leaving her completely naked save for the jewelry adorning her nipples. "Look at you," he murmured, his eyes roving over her body. "You're so wet for me. So desperate..."

Solo's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at Raya. "That's more like it," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "You're so eager for me, aren't you? You want me to make you feel good?" He ran his hands up her thighs, his fingers teasingly tracing the edges of her panties.

Solo ran a finger through her folds, collecting her juices on his finger. "You're dripping for me," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I bet you're aching for my cock, aren't you?"

Solo positioned himself between Raya's legs, his cock hard and throbbing with need. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he slowly slid inside her.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice muffled against her lips.

Solo began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, but quickly picking up speed. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body against his as he pounded into her. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "You wanted me to take you like this, didn't you? Wanted me to fuck you senseless?."

Raya could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed with pleasure as Solo pounded into her. The clamps on her nipples added a delicious element of pain to the pleasure, making every thrust more intense. "Yes," she gasped out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes, this is what I wanted. Needed you to fill me up, Solo."

Solo grinned at her words, clearly enjoying the way she was losing control beneath him. He reached up and twisted one of the clamps, sending a jolt of pain through her body. "You're so close, aren't you?" he panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Raya's breath hitched as Solo twisted the clamp again, her body tensing up in anticipation of her release. "Please, Solo," she begged, her voice strained.

Solo reached down and began rubbing her clit with his thumb, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Come for me, princess," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you tighten around me."

Raya's body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her nails digging into Solo's skin as her body convulsed around him.

Solo groaned as he felt her tighten around him, his own release close at hand. "That's it," he gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Take it all, princess. Take everything I give you."

With a final thrust, Solo buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came hard. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat as he tried to catch his breath.

Solo rolled off her, pulling her close as they both tried to recover from the intensity of their orgasms. He gently removed the clamps from her nipples, soothing the tender skin with his fingers. "You were amazing," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Raya snuggled closer to Solo, feeling completely satisfied and sated. "So were you," she whispered

[oddberryshortcake]

can you write something with the Megara oc?

You're in luck! My Megara inspired Yuu actually has lots of lore!

Here's an illustration of her dynamic with Idia Shroud provided by the lovely @cozymochi

My fic is under read more, but you can also read it on AO3!

“Why do you want me to talk to this boy so badly?” Katerina asked, reclining on her dormitory couch, long ponytail hanging off the end. 

Idia sat awkwardly at the seat across from her, all scrunched up yet still finding room to be baffled at her inquiry. 

“Look at me!” He gestured to himself as if it was obvious. 

When all he got was a raised eyebrow, he reiterated, “I’m not great with face-to-face confrontations. Last I talked to him, he threatened me with a baton. But, Kat, you have to see him. He’s an entirely different person once you get past the ‘scary guard’ thing.”

“You sure he’s not trying to lull you into a false sense of security so he can whack you with his baton?” Katerina teased sarcastically.

“No, but don’t put that in the universe!” Idia retorted, “I’m not asking for anything complicated. Just scope him out! Maybe you can get an online game account out of him; he says his dad plays.” 

“Send your brother to do it.” 

“Ortho is a good boy! And I don’t want to set him up for what is basically super personal info-gathering. It’d be too obvious if it was him anyway.” Idia snapped. 

Ortho was much more of the mischievous prying type than Idia seemed aware of, or at least wanted to acknowledge. Still, seeing him this perturbed over some boy she’s never heard of before must mean something. 

“I hooked you up with all of the lasted Twisted Wonderland consoles, visual novels, and anime. You owe me two grand in favors.” Idia got strangely threatening, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction. 

“Hey, you chose to do that!” Katerina snapped back at him, rising up from her lounging position. “You were begging me to check all those things out!”

“Doesn’t matter; you’ll change your mind when you see him. “He’s easy to find. Usually somewhere on campus, silver hair, beautiful eyes,” Idia replied. “I’ll throw in whatever extra perks you want. You want Pay-Per-Routes? You got it.”

“You just threatened me with that. Look, fine, I’ll meet this guy, but don’t expect the conversation to be very long.” Kat gave in, heaving herself up and throwing on her jacket from the side. 

“You’re a smooth-talker, much more endearing than I can manage. You’ll do fine.” Idia told her.

“By the way, I probably wouldn’t stay in that seat too long. As soon as Grim wakes up and sees you in his spot, he won’t shut up about it.” Kat warned, or rather teased, with a flip of her hair. 

It didn’t do much. Idia loved Grim just for being a cat, so chances were he would stick around until she finished her task. 

She wasn’t sure exactly how easy this person was to find. His description sounded more like lovestruck rambling than anything actually concrete. 

A quick walk across campus to the hall of mirrors was terrible when she was alone because when she didn’t have her friend at either side of her, people stared. 

Granted, they always stared, but they did so more noticeably when she was alone. 

They would turn their heads to look at her each time. They’d whip around and gawk in place. She was the only girl on campus, and they were both in awe and shocked by her being there, and she hated all of it. 

If this person hadn’t heard of her sudden arrival to this school, then they’d be just as surprised. She’d have to do the whole song and dance all over again. He would dumbly declare her as a girl, then be bothered by her mere presence or try to ask her out. 

A soft vocalization caught her ears, followed by the most tender lyrics. 

‘No way,’ Kat thought, ‘there’s no way that’s the guy.’

She followed the voice out of curiosity, and if she saw any of the vague physical description given to her, she would never question Idia’s weirdness ever again…Or rather, she wouldn’t question it too harshly. 

“I wonder, I wonder…I wonder why each little bird has a someone~” 

A boy with strikingly silver hair stretched his arms and legs with ease, seemingly going through some workout routine while singing gently. 

Perching on the tips of his fingers were small little blue birds. They twittered along with his melodic humming. It was unbelievable; she was literally at a loss for words. 

“To sing to, sweet things to…A gay little love melody~” he continued, bringing the hand with the birds closer to his face. 

Almost comedically, Kat stepped forward and conveniently broke a twig under her boot. A loud snap interrupted the boy’s song, and he quickly drew a baton out from under him and pointed it in her direction. 

She threw her hands up to show that she meant no harm, and the boy dropped his defenses immediately. 

“Oh, hello, I’m sorry about that. You startled me.” The boy apologized. 

“No problem. What, uh, what are you doing?” She asked, stepping closer. 

“I was about to train. I was doing some stretches first.” He explained 

“While singing to a bunch of birds?” She questioned bluntly, hands on her hips. 

The boy fell silent and looked blankly back at her. Apparently he was in thought because he gave her a half-hearted answer when he spoke up again. “Yes, I suppose so.” 

“You suppose so…” she repeated. 

‘Is this wonderboy for real?’ She thought to herself, ‘this has to be an act. No guy, especially at this school, sings to animals like he’s some kind of fairytale princess.’  

“You wouldn’t happen to be named Silver, would you?” 

“That is my name!” Silver exclaimed with innocent surprise, “What’s yours?”

“Katerina Vallis. My friends call me Kat, though.” She held her hand out to shake. 

Silver looked at it like he didn’t know what she was doing, so she met him halfway and grabbed his hand in a tight shake. 

“Would you prefer if I call you Kat, then?” He asked permission. 

His entire demeanor endlessly confused her, and she fought hard against herself to find it endearing. 

“Sure, wonderboy, knock yourself out.” 

The birds that fled when she surprised him flew back, handing on his shoulders and head. “I don’t believe I’ve met you before until now…Or,” Silver narrowed his eyes at her as if inspecting her all over, Katerina crossed her arms, “Have I?”

“We’ve never met,” Katerina explained, it seemed obvious, but somehow this was the strangest boy she’s come across so far. “A little bird told me about you.”

Silver looked inquisitively at his bird friends. He brought a hand out and the birds obediently landed on his wrist and fingers. “Have you, now?”

“Not a literal bird- Ah, whatever,” Katerina replied, “Do you play video games…Or something?”

“I do; I’m not very good at them though,” Silver answered. It was extremely easy, no strings attached. 

Silver didn’t seem to notice that Kat was very clearly an outsider at this school. Kat was beginning to think that he couldn’t even tell she was a ‘she.’ But it was a nice change of pace to talk without having to deal with the usual reactions and questions. 

“Mind exchanging account info? For the little bird?” She asked. 

“Of course, though, I don’t know if a bird would be very good at playing video games either.” Silver agreed, still misguided, but he had the spirit. “I only really play games with my father, and even then, I usually fall asleep before I can finish. Do you play games?”

“Yeah, I dabble,” Kat said. 

She lied. She was knee-deep in inter-dimensional visual novels that she’s never seen before until getting trapped here. Without her parents there to chide her for not focusing more on sports and photoshoots, she could indulge in all of her fantasies. She could become the girl who has friends and falls in love in all of these games Idia supplied her with. 

Those fantasies came with a cost. Now she had to act as a gopher. 

“If only I had a pen and paper…” Silver mused. 

“You can just tell me, and I’ll type it on my phone.” She offered. 

Suddenly, a little rabbit and squirrel hopped up to them, one holding a pen and one holding a paper. How the hell those animals even got those items that fast and how they knew exactly what Silver wanted? Katerina didn’t know. She had a hard time believing what she was seeing. 

“Thank you,” Silver patted their little heads and took their items. 

He wrote down his online name and handed it to her. He wrote in very neat cursive, “here you are.”

He had a very creative name…Silver515. 

“Thanks…” she said, and that was that, “I’ll see you around.” 

Silver yawned and covered his mouth with his hand before giving her a friendly goodbye. He pulled his baton back up and swung it around with clear precision. It reminded her of her fencing practice, where she would fight some invisible enemy with all of her might. 

She lingered there, silently wondering why she hadn’t left. Then, she spoke up. 

“Do you have a second baton?” She asked. 

“Oh, yes, actually. Sebek was here with me earlier, but he left to chase after our liege. Guard duties and all.” Silver explained, pulling out his spare baton hidden underneath a group of spectating animals.

He handed it to her, and she took it. She expected him to toss it, but it was a gentle handoff. 

“But not you?” Katerina questioned. 

“Malleus enjoys taking walks alone. I prefer to leave him be if he wants it.” Silver responded as a matter of fact. 

“That’s very considerate.” Katerina complemented before getting into position. 

The baton was shorter and stockier than the fencing sword she used, but he held it with as much grace as possible and prepared Silver for her first move, “En-garde!” 

Silver copied her motion as if he too had been fencing his whole life, and the two tried to jab each other’s chest. 

They had to get closer to each other to nail the hit. 

Katerina got an up-close look at Silver’s unique eyes. Idia was not kidding when he described them as beautiful. They were a mix of blue, purple, and pink, all swirled together like a sunrise. It was enough to distract her and leave her open, Silver jabbed the baton into her, and she staggered backward. 

It was a momentary stumble, however, as she leaped back up and returned the jab. By the rule of fencing, there was one turn left, and Katerina backed up to dodge the hits before trying to jab again. 

Silver overpowered her easily. It was enthralling to meet a match after years of her being used as her fencing team’s secret weapon back in her original dimension. His form was a lot more offensive than Katerina’s strategic one. 

If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed he was trained to fight for real instead of for sport. 

Eventually, they both felt satisfied with their spar and dropped to the grass. Despite all the energy he displayed before, his head swayed, and his body lay slack with drowsiness against a tree beside her. 

“Your form is excellent. You have quite a talent.” Silver complimented, speech slow but sincere. 

“Thanks. I’ve been fencing since I was a kid, along with other imposed hobbies.” She replied. 

“That’s quite a coincidence because I’ve trained with the sword since I was a child too.” Silver added. “Would you be interested in training with me again?”

Katerina was about to say ‘yes’ when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and took a quick look at the text. 

Idia: WHERE R U?? Did u find him? Sometimes he sleeps on the ground on campus, but that could be anywhere-

Katerina rolled her eyes and put the phone down. She’d get to him in a minute. 

“Yeah, I’d love- I mean-“ Katerina fumbled, but thankfully it wasn’t noticed at all. “Oh.”

In only a matter of seconds, Silver was fast asleep. 

All of the quirks that Idia had described to her were a reality. It was stranger than anything she had experienced so far in this strange world, and even stranger than befriending a talking cat monster, was this boy who came straight out of a fairytale. 

She had his gaming account info…So she could give him her answer there. 

Katerina left to her self-proclaimed master to report what she had found. She definitely found a lot more than what she expected to find. 

[alkasden]

▼ K.A.T. ▼ Hellaverse Sinner OC

▼ General Info: Gender: Female [She/Her] Age: Born in 1984 / Died at 41 in 2025 Sexuality: Straight / Demiromantic / Hypersexual Hellish Power: [ACCESS DENIED] Personality: Timid, Secretive, Innocent Inspiration: Bunnies, 50's Housewives, Cottagecore, Not-What-They-Seem Trope

[Lore] - [Roleplay]

▼ Intro Quote: "H-Hi there! Don't mind me. I'm just passing through. . ." She says nothing more, leaving the scene with all haste and an uncanny ability to get away easily if you should pursue. It seems she is rather avoidant of others.

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▼ Hooks / Tags ▼

▼ Hooks: + As a brand-new Sinner, she barely knows her way around Hell yet and seems to look fairly weak.

+ She's a rabbit Sinner and shares a lot of characteristics with the animal.

+ There is something just a little bit off about her. There are no red themes in her outfit except for the shade of her fur being an auburn.

+ She has a knack for being able to leave a scene with ease, and no one ever seems to know where she goes after. Her home has yet to be seen while in Hell, if she has one yet.

+ Occasionally, her eyes will have a mechanical glow in the pupil instead of the usual heart-shaped white ones. It fits her name, sometimes being shown as letters instead of just Kat.

+ She happens to know quite a lot about Hell and its residents despite being such a fresh Sinner. Though she will also show the opposite, in being completely oblivious. Is it an act?

+ Her phone is... unusually high tech and not of Lust or VoxTex brands.

+ An upcoming robotic Overlord had disappeared around the same time this Sinner started to wander the streets. They bear some similarities... Strange.

▼ Tags: #katrp - In-character posts #katlore - Any lore posts

[ross-theartist]

Me seeing this from @revevoire’s post

OH MY FREAKBOB PROPLE CAN JOIN

Yk what? I’ll try to join since I’m actually interested in it too, not because of pookie Zip but the little lore of it is good as well! I mean, assassin, murder of Claire?! I’m hooked! And once I’m hooked, I stay hooked! And since the students are adults now, I’ll make Mars, Ross, and Kat adults as well.

People might ask: Will Zoss (Zip x Ross) be included?

my answer: Depends on @revevoire since they are in charge of this wonderful and assassination au, so they probably make someone with Zip already. That’s fine if that happens. I’ll work it out to make it at least in the AU (if @revevoire allows it since they made it).

Also @revevoire, thank you for letting Oc’s join :)

[inkabelledesigns]

What's this? Kat posting sketches?!

Yeah! Yes it is! XD So a dear friend has been really loving Kirby OC stuff, and as a result, I've seen a lot of them on my feed, and they're all really cool! So I took it as a challenge to try and make my own, see if we could create something that looks like it belongs in this world. Full disclosure, I'm only familiar with a couple of Kirby games. Epic Yarn and Forgotten Land are the big ones, one I've played and the other I've watched friends stream. But I used to listen to a lot of music from this series in high school, it's sooo good.

So this is Bobbin Bobble, the yarn witch in training! Bobbin for the part on a sewing machine, Bobble for the bobble stitch in crochet (thank you to my cousin that crochets for showing me this stitch exists, that's awesome). She might have Bobbi as a nickname, we'll see. She's very fiber arts themed and probably engages in a variety of them. XD I think the bottom sketch on the left image is my favorite, that's her. Her crochet hook is both a magic staff and a hook that can be used for traversing and combat. I imagine it functioning kind of like Sky Cooper's cane, if that helps any. She's very much a bookworm, loves to cozy up with a good book for stories and for learning all the world has to offer. But she's also very keen on putting that knowledge to the test. She will often overestimate how much she knows about something from reading and expect herself to apply that knowledge perfectly on her first try, which gets her into trouble. Sometimes she gets very heated when she doesn't get it right, but give her time to cool down, and she'll get up to try again.

Y'all, Kirby fans you're holding out on me. You have like THREE arts and crafts witches and one evil yarn wizard, and I love them all. I wanna write them as an extended family, so that's what we're gonna do. So Bobbin has Yin Yarn, Drawcia, and Paintra as like, uncle and aunts (unclear on how Claycia factors into this). I think she's closest with Yin Yarn, though they probably butt heads a fair amount (I'm imagining he falls into 'cringefail uncle' territory in this relationship). I think I wanna make my own witch so she has a mom, and I've been calling her Spinstra. Haven't figured her out yet, but she's got some vague spider theming and the best laugh. She's sisters with Yin Yarn. We'll see if she sticks, I could decide to go in another direction.

Still don't know how I wanna color this nerd, but I like her a lot, it's been a nice little brain break to play with her. Hope you enjoy her too! As usual, the ask box and comments are open if you wanna play together creatively. XD

[kikiiswashere]

Children of Zaun - Chapter 28

Got and Have

Pairing: Silco/Fem!OC

Rating: Explicit

Story Warnings: Canon typical violence, drug use/dealing, dark themes, smut

Chapter Summary: Silco and Katya baptize and sanctify there new relationship

Note: Special thanks to @sand-sea-and-fable for the character idea of 'Brixie' ❤️

CW: Frottage, oral sex (female recieving and male receiving), vaginal sex, unsafe sex, multiple orgasms

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Word Count: 5.8K

Kat had never once thought to be concerned with what the other people in her tenement thought. This deep in the Sump, most kept to themselves. Too sick to talk, too distrusting to foster relationships, too strung out on drugs to care about much else. She and Viktor lived quietly, unassumingly.

Now, with Silco’s fingers hooking inside her, she was keening and moaning loudly. The realization that she had neighbors flashed on the periphery of her mind. Perhaps she should stifle the grunts and cries pouring from her. Then the heel of his hand circled her clit and she decided she didn’t care.

Earlier, when her apartment door came into sight, her heart’s beat became a furious patter. She squeezed Silco’s fingers, and she was certain she could feel the blood rushing through his hand quicken. Their feet kept the same pace, but the energy between them heightened. Buzzed like a struck tuning fork. They both kept their eyes on the door, for fear that if they glanced at one another they’d never make it inside.

Kat closed and locked the door behind them, and it was over.

Silco was on her before she’d barely turned around, pinning her to the door, mouth wide and eager. She met him with equal fervor, hands clawing at his back and shoulders. He wedged his thigh between hers and pressed up. Kat mewled into the kiss and rocked her hips over the saddle of his leg.

He worked her coat off her shoulders, and it fell to the ground in a heap. Unwilling to part in any meaningful way, they each thrashed and danced their boots off.

“It was so bloody hard to stay focused today,” he had breathed between kisses.

“I know.”

“I could taste you all fucking day. Smell you as if you were right under my nose.”

“I couldn’t – hng – stop thinking about your mouth. Having it on me. In me.”

Silco groaned. Her hands went for his belt; his grabbed at the buttons of her blouse. They stumbled toward the bathroom, locked together with greedy hands and sloppy kisses.

His belt had been freed first – flung haphazardly into a corner. Quickly followed by Kat’s vest and top. Silco knelt, shucking the trousers and underwear down her legs, as she twisted at the waist to turn the showerhead on.

A yelp burst from her when Silco mouthed at the crux of her thighs. She spun back and watched the man on his knees. Warm, calloused hands creeped up her legs and held them while he feasted. Intense, blue eyes stared up at her. A guttural moan rippled from her mouth as his tongue flicked her clit. Her hands tried desperately to find some kind of hold on the walls as her legs trembled.

Before she could tumble, Kat had pulled at Silco’s shirt and dragged him back up to standing. His lips latched hungrily onto hers, tongue prying her mouth apart as they undid the clasps of his shirt and tossed it away.

Then, Kat had dropped to her own knees. She held his gaze while she popped the buttons on his trousers, and pulled them and his undershorts down in one swoop. His cock bobbed free and smeared a string of precum on her cheek. She kept his gaze like he’d done her, and licked the underside of him from root to tip.

That same hot, feral need that had pummeled him in the morning hit him again like a chem-tank. The urge to have her, take her, fill her a near blinding thing. Kat’s tongue swirled his glans, gathering a new bead of arousal. He fought the jerk in his hips as her hands slid up the back of his thighs. She gripped his buttocks firmly and bobbed down the length of him. Silco moaned, chin tipping toward the ceiling, a hand threading itself through Kat’s thick hair. The heat and wet of her mouth felt like summer in Zaun. It made him see stars and forget to breathe.

She pulled off, and made to rise. Silco gripped her arms and hauled her into another fierce kiss, letting their tastes mix and mingle between their tongues.

Mouths linked and bodies pressed together, they had stumbled into the shower. Warm water sprayed in uneven spurts over them. The soot on their skin ran off in rivulets, and spun in gray whirlpools down the drain.

Silco pushed her against the tiles, his hands roaming hungrily. Palming her breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers, sweeping down and squeezing her ass.

Now, his fingers were inside her, the heel of his hand grazing the swollen nub at the apex of her labia, pulling wild sounds from her. Her lips couldn’t even pucker into kisses anymore, stuck in a slack-jawed position that allowed moans and whimpers of all kinds to slide out. Her breath came in wet huffs fanning across Silco’s cheek. He watched her intently (had he even blinked?), the muscles of his left arm flexing furiously as he worked her. His body glistened and rippled in the sheen of the water.

It made him look like a dream, Kat thought.

Silco’s free hand swept down her left thigh, drawing it up to hook around his hips. The shift in her pelvis opened her more, his fingertips curling, pressing. Kat cried out, trying to move frantically against him. The heel of his hand met her, moving in tandem with the swing of her hips.

“L-less pressure. Pull your h-ha-A-nd back a bit.”

“Always listen when they speak.” Another of Brixie’s lessons. “They will always know their body better than you do.”

Silco drew the heel of his hand back a scant, and after a few circles, Kat’s breath became increasingly shallow and ragged. The leg around him trembled. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, little crescent moons blossoming beneath them.

“A-almost . . . almost.”

Silco watched her intently, felt her deeply. The way her thick, expressive brows pitched up. The way the plush feel of her choked up around his fingers. She was beautiful, spectacular. He could not decide if he wanted to keep watching, or close the space between their mouths. To swallow up the sounds she’d make when she’d finally crest and tip.

Kat’s insides lifted and tightened as her orgasm skirted closer, licking at the base of her spine in teasing laps. Until it wrapped around her completely. She wailed, her hips slamming back against Silco’s hand and grinding feverishly against it. Silco listened to her cue and pressed firmly against her, hand oscillating frantically as his fingers arched and pressed as firmly as they could.

He didn’t blink as she broke apart over him. Utterly enamored and turned on by how her skin flushed, by how her face tightened into a plead before melting in relief. His hand slowed as her hips did.

The hold he had on her remained secure as Kat’s body softened and grew post-orgasm heavy. He bent down and kissed her, a moan vibrating against his lips as he withdrew his fingers. He brought them up as he drew back, and placed the pads against her kiss-bitten lips. Without hesitation she took them into her mouth and sucked, eyes hazy with satisfaction.

“You see how distracting you are?”

Kat’s lips curled into a drowsy smile around his fingers, before pulling back.

“I am not sorry.”

Silco smiled darkly, and closed the space between them. The head of his dick probed and pressed against the top of her cleft, brushing over her sensitive nub. Kat whimpered. His left hand gripped her right buttock, tugging at it firmly in instruction. She nodded, flecks of water flying off her head.

They moved in tandem: Silco stooping slightly while Kat bounced up. She wrapped both legs tightly around his waist, and he gripped her ass, her spine firmly pressed against the wall. While not broad and wide like Vander or Benzo, laboring in the mines for most of his life had laid deceptive strength in his long, wiry muscles.

Kat – now hovering a couple inches above him – ducked down, tingling lips hungrily sliding across his. Her body jolted at the first press of his cock against her. She canted her hips in his hands, bettering the angle. Silco tentatively thrust forward, and the tip of him nestled within her. They both gasped, bodies quivering, hearts racing. He drew back, and pressed forward again until he was fully sheathed. Kat keened; he gulped down a great breath, face pressing against the warm, wet skin of her throat.

She felt so good. Perfect. Warm, wet, and snug. His mind went blank. Part of him wondered if he could stay right here, forever in her hold.

Then the clutch of her pulsed around him, and Silco’s brain surged back online, suddenly remembering the need to move. His hips drew back, and he slid home. Again. And again. Kat’s breasts jostled against his chest. Water collected between them and then fell to the floor in a sharp, splashing rhythm as the connection between them met and broke over and over. The wall behind her shook. Neither could bring themselves to care.

If a whole building could be undone by a good fuck, so be it.

Kat pulled Silco back into a searing kiss. Mostly tongues, teeth, and shuddering breath. One of her heels slipped down his back. She quickly pressed into his tailbone to keep from falling further, less their union be broken. The pressure sent him deeper, and she moaned loudly when the head of him hit something so profound it sent sparks bursting behind her eyelids.

Her other heel hooked itself beneath the cut of one of his ass-cheeks and pressed up. His pelvis crashed closer, wiry pubic hair a near constant tickle against her swollen clit. She threw her head back and panted.

“Yes. Y-yes! Keep d-do-O-ing that!”

Silco renewed the grip he had on her, and firmed his feet against the wet floor, fucking her with single-minded focus. One of Kat’s breasts bounced up, and he caught its nipple between his teeth, and sucked hard. She cried out and clawed at his shoulders and back. Her body shook and rattled. She was a live-wire, primed to short-circuit in the best possible way.

“Keep going keep going keep going keep – oh! – “

Her second orgasm ripped through her with shocking intensity. A harsh cry blazed up her throat with searing heat. Her whole body went rigid, locked into itself as pleasure shook her from the inside out.

All the while, Silco dutifully kept his pace. It was as much for her as it was him. He could feel a similar release building in his own body; navel lifting, balls tightening. The excitement in his belly coiled as her cunt squeezed and pulsed at him through her climax.

When Kat sighed and began to sag, he quickened his pace.

He was close.

So close.

He kept a careful eye on that spool of pleasure – waiting, feeling for the first sign of his unraveling.

He pulled off her breast, and hissed, “K-kat.”

Even through the murk of her orgasm-addled brain, she heard and understood him. Her legs loosened around his waist. He pumped once, twice more before pulling out and thrusting forward, across her perineum and through the cleft of her ass. Silco gasped his climax, the sound transforming into a gravelly moan as his cock spurt ropes of himself onto the shower wall. He panted against her collarbone; his skin prickled with goose-flesh.

“Holy shit,” Kat breathed, head still tilted up against the wall.

Silco could only nod against her.

He gulped and managed, “I need a cigarette.”

Kat playfully slapped his shoulder, and let her legs slide down until her feet touched the wet tiles below. Silco’s hands stayed on her, keeping her close. He took in her glowing pink face, her eyes glittering like the hexes they’d stolen. There was nothing to do but kiss her. So, he did.

After, they actually showered; washing the last remnants of soot away with the thin bar of soap kept in the shower’s corner.

Kat gave Silco a towel to dry himself off with, and wear around his waist while his clothes were being laundered. Despite having just had sex with him, she still blushed when she donned the shirt he’d gifted her many weeks ago.

That thread in his chest vibrated as if it had been plucked. A chord of adoration thrummed through him at the sight. He tugged at the hem of the garment and drew her closer.

“The morning after you sewed up Benzo,” he said, “and I saw you in this, I wanted to say how good you looked wearing it.”

A bolt of joy shot through Kat. The fragments of it fizzed in her fingers and toes. Her face pinched in a pleased smile.

“Is that so?” Silco nodded. “Well, may I say that you look quite dashing in my towel.”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he leaned forward to kiss her. It was an easy, intimate, sweet thing, and it made Kat happier than she could remember being in a long time.

“If you really need a cigarette, you can smoke one,” she said as they drew apart.

Silco cocked his head at her. “I thought smoking was bad for me.”

“It is. But . . . I want you to be comfortable here.”

“Such a gracious host.”

He kissed her again.

“Just do it by a window,” she insisted, to which he smirked and nodded.

They drew apart, gathered their dirty clothes – Silco pulling his cigarette tin from his trousers – and headed to the kitchen. A large pot of water was heated, and the sink was plugged and filled. They worked easily together. Kat dunked and sloshed clothes in the hot water. She rubbed out soot marks with the same small bar of soap from the shower, before handing them to Silco. He submerged them in the sink, rinsing and wringing the items out. She quietly watched the flex of his muscles as he twisted the sopping clothes, grateful she could hide the color rising in her cheeks behind the steam wafting off the large pot.

When the task was done, Silco took the damp garments to the living room to hang on the drying rack, and Kat went about making tea.

He spread the items evenly across the rungs, mindful of the rack’s uneven footing. As he gently tugged the fold out of his shirt, he noticed the stack of books behind the rack. Carefully, he pulled it back a foot, and knelt in front of the pile. His eyes roved the spines curiously. A finger reached out to gently brush over the embossed titles and ragged jackets. The texts’ subjects varied greatly; from the sciences to history to law to mathematics to the arts. He plucked out a slim book on empires and government. Cracking the small living room window, he lit a cigarette and leafed through the pages.

A couple minutes later, Kat rounded the corner, two steaming mugs in hand. She eyed the book he was thumbing through, and asked, “Ah. Which one are you looking at?”

“Ezra S. Flint’s The Rise and Fall of Runeterra’s Ancient Empires.”

“Hmmm. I don’t know if Papa ever got around to reading that one.”

She set the mugs on the coffee table and plopped on the couch. Silco stubbed his cigarette out on the bricks outside and shut the window. He settled next to her, book in hand. Kat swung her legs over his lap and nestled her head against his shoulder. She covered them in one of her new blankets, and eyed their clothes on the drying rack. She quite liked the sight of their things cohabitating. Warm and heavy with comfort, Kat’s body melted against his, and Silco looped an arm around her shoulders.

They picked through pages of Flint’s book, discussing points of interest. Taking note of what felled mighty nations and what bolstered them. Dreaming what might work for the future of Zaun.

But their coupling was new, and so it was not long before their mouths found one another’s again. Wasn’t long before their breathing became labored and the air between them became hot. Wasn’t long before Silco slid his hand up his shirt and fondled Kat’s breasts. Wasn’t long before Kat ripped open the towel around Silco’s waist and got onto her knees. Wasn’t long before they stumbled to Kat’s bedroom, their tea undrunk and forgotten, the book lost in the folds of the blanket.

Silco took her from behind, enthralled by the way the meat on her hips and thighs jiggled with each thrust. Kat savored the depth he was able to reach, the way his balls beat rhythmically against her backside. She shared her pleasure with affirming grunts and moans, hands curling tightly into her bedding. He snuck his clever fingers underneath, and worried at her clit until her back bowed and she cried out. He cupped her as she rut against him, other hand holding tightly to her hips as he rode towards his own high. When the tell-tale pleasurable swipes up his low spine intensified, and when he felt his balls begin to squeeze and lift, he pulled out. Cum streaked across Kat’s gluteal fold and down her thigh.

Their pants filled the air, each dazed and lost in their own completion. When Silco came to, he leaned forward and kissed the small of her back. Kat giggled, turning her head to look at him. She was iridescent, glittering like starlight. Something warm fluttered madly in his chest at the sight.

“Let me fetch a towel.”

He reluctantly peeled himself from her side and whisked to the bathroom, returning with a towel he’d dampened with warm water. With a tenderness Kat had never known in a bedmate, he cleaned her. That great ribbon of Desire wrapped around her throat, twisting and making it difficult to breathe.

“You can just toss it there,” she said softly, gesturing to a tattered, caned hamper near the dresser.

He did so, and crawled into bed with her. The mattress was thin in all regards: in thickness and width. However, the latter was of no concern to them; the less space between them, the better. Kat drew the blanket up around their naked bodies, and they knotted their arms and legs together in a puzzle of impossible closeness. Their body heat, the metronome of their breaths, and the fulfillment in their hearts led them into a gentle sleep.

For the first time in a long time, Kat slept through the quiet.

When she did rouse, she listened to it at first. The soft heaviness of it filling her head like thick fluffs of cotton. No tail-ends of mournful cries, or rattling of trash bins outside as someone sifted through the contents in search of food scraps.

 Just quiet.

Just peace.

Her eyelids peeled back and the hazy, warm dark flooded in. Silco’s neck was in front of her, his jugular a steady pulse against her cheek and temple. Kat tilted her nose into the cut of his jaw and breathed deeply. A tang of citrus, earthy terra, and the sweetness of tobacco leaf. Lazily, she kissed his neck and tightened her limbs around him.

A deep sigh, hoarse with sleep vibrated from Silco’s chest, and he drew her closer.

“Good morning, my lovely,” he rumbled.

The endearment made Kat’s heart flutter manically, and a bolt of heat shot down her spine and pulsed between her thighs.

“Morning.”

She lifted her head out from under his jaw and found his mouth. Their kisses were lazy and languid, as they’d been the morning before.

Unlike the morning before, they grew deep and heated without any tentative investigation of the other – verbal or tactile. Perhaps it was because they had already crossed the boundary of bodily intimacy; perhaps the smokiness of wakening made them pay less attention to the details of fore-play; perhaps they were concerned that someone would come busting through the door again.

In any case, it wasn’t long before sweet kisses turn breathy and wanting. Silco both rolled onto Kat, and was pulled on top of her by arms strong with Desire. He nestled in the cradle of her thighs, her knees lifting to secure around his waist.

With no other preamble, Silco slid inside her with a slow thrust. They both shuddered at the union, and Kat loosed a low mewl. Their lips found each other again, and he began a steady, burning pace.

She clawed at his shoulders, legs squeezing his sides as her hips rolled in tandem with his. When their mouths weren’t melded together, her breath came in wet, lustful stutters. Affirmations and curses tumbling out in between.

She was noisier than Silco had expected.

Kat had shown that she was by no means meek nor wilting, but her personality was not bombastic, either. She was solid, steady, and thoughtful. It surprised – and delighted – Silco to find that her bed-instincts leaned baser. Touching the more animal-side of human-nature and need, instead of the protected poise people learn. The sex workers he’d laid with purred crafted (but effective) scripts; the others seemed to choke down any utterance that had wanted to escape from their throats. It hadn’t bothered Silco, but now that he’d heard Kat’s coarse grunts, unabashed wails, and knowing directives, he greatly preferred it.

She felt like an equal.

Kat threw her head back, crown kissing the pillow, neck bared. Silco lunged forward and mouthed at her, teeth grazing, lips sucking. A delighted sigh blew from her, and her body squeezed him. His lips kissed a path back up to her lips, and she excitedly welcomed him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and held him close, fingers hooking into his hair.

A sumptuous heat warmed Kat from the inside out. Spreading slowly through her like a sunrise, toe to top. The drag of Silco’s cock pulling in and out of her was additional flint. The kindling of her insides curled and glowed. Until she finally sparked; that sunshine warmth crested, as did she.

Her orgasm was a full, slow wave. Spilling through her body like a wide ribbon of molasses, deep and cloying. It receded as waves do: steadily and evenly. Leaving her satisfied, but not rattled. A contralto-pitched moan pealed from her, a low chord that harmonized with Silco’s increasingly erratic breaths.

He was unwilling to peel himself off her, but it was unfortunately necessary as he felt his impending release tightening and tightening. With a grunt, he pulled back and out, sitting on his heels. His hand was quick to find himself, and took only three more pumps to spill onto Kat’s stomach. His abs flexed, and he gasped as tingles of pleasure and starlight-brightness zipped through him, stilling his mind and blotting out his vision.

The sight beneath him faded back into his eyeline with beautiful, real crispness. Silco brushed his hair from his eyes, and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on Kat’s drowsy lips. He carefully unfolded himself from the blanket, and went to retrieve the spent towel from the night before.

As he stepped back to the bed, his gaze was pulled to the singular, small window in her room. He paused.

“It’s snowing.”

Kat clucked her tongue. “Is that what you call it? More like slush, perhaps.”

“No. I mean, it’s actually snowing. Look.”

Kat turned her head toward the window, and her eyes widened.

It was snowing!

A rarity for the Undercity. While the temperatures would drop in the cold season, precipitation usually remained damp; anything frozen melting as it passed through the warmed clouds of smoke and Grey that blanketed the Underground. Sometimes the Promenade got a dusting, but only just. As if the sky was a conservative baker rationing their sugar.

As such, the Undercity was ill-equipped to deal with such weather. Conveyor car tracks became deadly ski slopes. Stairways and bridges became treacherous ice rinks. Snow, heavy and wet, collected in banks throughout the Lanes, inhibiting any travel other than foot. And even then, most people ended up on their asses.

But most importantly – most excitingly – was that this sort of unusual weather event stalled mine production. The machinery struggled against the ice. Vehicles could not make it through the streets, deliveries could not be received nor transported. And Rynweaver was not about to pay people to stand around. He would also be a fool to run operations under unto conditions after the mudslide and tunnel collapse fiasco.

Silco and Kat shared a hopeful look. He hurried over and wiped her off before falling back in bed. Each relished the fact that now they had no where to be but in each other’s company.

Eventually, the pair managed to peel themselves from bed and shower, washing off the musty smell of sleep and sex. Silco’s clothes were mostly dry, and Kat gave back his undershirt to wear.

She looked away as she said too-coolly, “I wouldn’t mind another if you have any to spare.”

Silco chuckled, tucking his shirt into his trousers. He reached for her hand and drew her into his chest.

“I’m sure I could find something.”

He kissed her, the feeling of her lips growing intoxicating in their familiarity. Peeking over her shoulder as they parted, he reached around and picked up the two cold cups of tea they’d left the night before. He took them to the kitchen, grabbed a small saucepan, poured the liquid in, and went about reheating it on the stovetop. Kat skirted around him and prepared two bowls of oats.

She loved how easily they shared space.

After breakfast, once the dishes were washed and dried, Kat donned her coat and gave Silco her scarf to wear. Hand-in-hand, they traveled through the Sump and up into the Entresol.

Despite the inherent hazards the snow and ice brought to the infrastructure of the Undercity, it didn’t keep Kat and Silco from looking up in wonder at the fat, off-white flakes drifting from the Grey. Snow hadn’t reached the Undercity in over a decade, and they were not the only ones enrapt by it.

As they carefully meandered up the chasm of the Underground – only slipping once or twice, causing fits of yelping laughter – they passed other Fissurefolk. Children yelling and squealing about the snow, squatting behind steep banks of it and hurling snowballs at each other. Some adults seemed captivated by it, watching it fall, chuckling warmly at the children enjoying themselves. Other adults were, understandably, less thrilled; scowling as they tried to push snow off roofs with brooms and chip ice off their windows.

They passed alleys and squares where bins had been set ablaze, the chemical fluid used to light it and the trash within creating multi-colored flames that spewed bruised-colored smoke. Trenchers huddled around, sharing flasks of liquor that warmed them from the inside as much as the fires warmed their outsides.

Silco and Kat arrived at his and Enyd’s door rosy-faced and dusted with snow. They entered in a merry tumble of slush-slick boots and happy conversation. Surprised, Enyd looked up from folding and organizing laundry in the living room.

“You two walked here from the Sump? In this?” she greeted, hurrying over to them. While she tried to sound disapproving, her smile and the light in her eyes greatly defeated the effect.

“Blessed Snowdown to you, too, Mother.”

“Not even a coat, Silco!”

“I gave him grief for that as well,” Kat chuckled, brushing snow from her own coat before hanging it up.

“You’ll catch your death!” Enyd scolded. “And then what would happen with the Children, hmm? You’d just leave them in the lurch!”

Silco rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, mum. Look: A scarf. And a thermal.” He opened his shirt enough to display the white waffle-weaved fabric beneath.

The matriarch clucked her tongue. “Hardly enough for this squall. Go dry your heads. And, Silco, you go put on fresh, dry clothes. There are towels in the bathroom. I’ll start the kettle.”

Obediently, the pair took their boots off and shuffled toward the bathroom while Enyd went the opposite direction toward the kitchen.

Kat could not recall a more soul-soothing Snowdown.

Those she’d had with her own family, while precious and special in their own fragile way, were always tinged with loneliness. She’d catch the bleary sadness in her Papa’s eyes as he mourned another year without her mother. A sharp whip of anger would arc up her spine at the sight. The sting of abandonment too hot to ever temper into something like grief.

The cold season was also precarious for Viktor. Colds, flus, bronchitis, and other maladies lurked around every corner. Spreading through the Undercity like wildfire as the freezing temperatures encouraged closer quarters. The increase in proximity sent illness rates spiking. It was the only time Kat and Will were provided respirator masks at work, as they doled out decongestants and steroid shots to keep sick miners working.

She loved her father and brother more than words could ever express. She missed them with a bone-deep ache. And their relationships had been mostly defined by struggle and tragedy.

Comparatively, her connection with Silco and Enyd had been fostered under the lens of possibility. It was warmer, lighter. And comforted Kat in a way her life with Papa and Viktor could not.

Once their hair had been toweled dry and Silco had changed, they gathered around the kitchen table. Enyd set out tea cups, a small pitcher of cream, a bowl of cubed sugar, and a basket of bread she’d made the day prior. Conversation flowed easily, as it always had. Kat slathered a generous swath of butter and marmalade across a slice of bread, and savored each tart bite.

She savored the company more.

In the afternoon, Enyd pulled out a small wood case of dominos, and they played Noxian Train. Kat was unsurprised to learn that Silco was a very sore loser. She was surprised when Enyd smoked them both with a cool, cocky flare. Kat was pleased to watch her cheeks flush in triumph. It distracted from how they had sharpened from when she’d last seen the woman.

Late afternoon, Silco stepped out for a cigarette, and she followed Enyd to the kitchen and began helping her prepare dinner. The small woman pulled a goat shank nearly half her size from the icebox. Kat’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen such a large slab of meat.

“One of my Promenade clients gives me some ridiculous butcher’s cut every Snowdown as a gift. I’m always wary of preparing it because it is typically more than Silco and I could ever eat. I don’t want such a thing to go to waste. But, now that you are here – “

She gave Kat a loving smile that made her feel light-headed with gratitude.

They set about readying supper: crusting the meat in a melody of chopped herbs and lining its cooking tray with onions and heads of garlic; slicing and boiling a robust head of cabbage; pan-frying wedges of ruby tubers. It wasn’t long before Enyd’s kitchen smelled delicious and Kat’s mouth was watering.

When Silco returned, it was with a ruddy face and a bottle of dessert sherry in his coat.

“I thought you just went out for a cigarette,” Enyd exclaimed.

“I did. I just happened to go smoke outside a liquor shack that was open.”

“You didn’t need to spend your money on such a thing, Silco,” Enyd admonished, but, like when he and Kat had arrived in the morning, her lips drew into a pleased smile.

“I figured it would be in poor form to knock the place over on a holiday.”

With playful exasperation, she whipped a tea towel at him.

“Go on, both of you, set the table. I can finish this up.”

Kat wiped the table down; he set plates and utensils. Before long, the small table strained under the weight of a platter of roasted goat, a large bowl of cabbage, and a basket of crispy red chips.

Once voracious and excited hungers were sated, they sat back in their seats, plates peppered with gristle, strands of veg, and tuber skins. Silco rested his hand on Kat’s knee, and firelights fluttered in her stomach despite its new load.

When the groans about how full they were subsided, Silco got up and began clearing the table. Kat followed, stashing leftovers in smaller containers and slipping them in the ice box. He scrubbed the dishes. She dried them. Enyd watched, a strange shade of peace settling over her face. Silco poured three small glasses of the dessert sherry, and they toasted each other.

Afterward, they gathered in the living room. Enyd set a record on the gramophone. Soft, trilling music filled the space. She took up her rocking chair, and Silco sat on the nearby couch. He pulled Kat into his lap, and for a flicker fear lit up within her. Enyd quickly doused it.

“I was waiting for you two,” she said slyly, picking up her knitting.

Kat relaxed into Silco’s frame and he squeezed her waist, resting his temple on her shoulder.

Evening deepened and the snow lessened. Conversation drifted into amiable quiet. Nearing ten, Enyd’s throat began its nightly tickle, and Kat retrieved the medicine from the bathroom with a glass of water.

“Bedtime for me, I think,” she wheezed, handing the glass back to Kat. She lifted from her rocker with some effort. “Do not stay up too late. The weather is clearing. I don’t think the mine will be shut down tomorrow.”

“We won’t,” Silco promised, watching her shuffling carefully. “Good night, mum.”

“Good night, you two. Blessed Snowdown.”

“Blessed Snowdown,” Kat replied, also watching her movements with a discerning eye.

Enyd’s bedroom door opened, then snicked shut. Kat sighed and set the glass down, before returning to Silco’s side.

Nestling against him, the warmth that had filled her body all day began to ebb. The chill of regular life on the horizon. Struggle and responsibility.

Silco’s lips pressing against her hair tugged her back. She tilted her chin up, and gave him a small smile.

“It is alright if I stay? I should have asked.”

“I insist that you stay.” His hand curled around her shoulder possessively before kissing her. A heavy slide of lips and gentle glancing of tongue tips.

Kat sighed through her nose as they parted, her head filled the space between his chin and shoulder. Silco felt a foreign, but not unwelcome, pressure in his chest; a fizzing itch in his fingers. He gathered her closer, tucked his long legs up to thoroughly ensnare her.

In the dim of the room, in the quiet of a snowy evening, their words barely made a sound.

“I got you.”

“You have me.”

Notes: EEEEEE! They finally did it, folks! We made it! It only took 28 chapters 😆I hope the end result was satisying considering the wait. Let me know what you thought ❤️

Oh. And just to be clear: I am by no means advocating for the 'pull-out' method. My thought is the Undercity is too poor to spend funds on contraception. If there is any, it's exculsively at higher end brothels.

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[kat-124]

OC LORE OC LORE tell me about it 🔫🔫🔫

EEEEEKKK uhhh ill talk abt hook cuz thats the post yea yea

warnings for talk of death, dismemberment, implied cannibalism, ya

hook was spawned in lost temple, at about uhhh 14 she joined the true eye cult, having lived outside of it before hand. mostly out of wanting a purpose in life and intrigued by their religious practices, and also just to have a place to stay since she was pretty much homeless and didnt really like others

she was basically just raised there, given a mild education (with what they could offer anyways) and church teachings and allat, she had some friends, lalala. at some point having her eye replaced with the glass one

until about 17-18 she starts looking for what roles/jobs to do for the cult, she wasnt really interested in the religious aspects of it, but she still followed their beliefs.

her gear, (deluxe hook shot) works kinda like a grappling hook, but instead of the 'claws' going out to hold onto something, they just go inwards, like a claw machine ig would be a good comparison.

the claw part can be shot out pretty far and fast, and yea. very sharp and has those spikes on the big claw

she started doing different like, delivery type jobs, hauling stuff. she did some stupid stuff, getting into petty fights with higher ups, or just causing unneeded ruckuses. getting 'demoted' to doing moreso the dirty work if you will.

she became part of the 'clean up crew' which would basically be the ones to drag away the dead bodies produced by the cult (whether it be traitorous cult members, results of a duel, enemies of the cult, or just some unnamed guy dead in the streets) the crew was the ones who were to either bury or burn the bodies. get them out of sight if you will.

at first she HATED the job, she wasnt averse of violence or anything but many of the bodies were in pretty gorey conditions, and having to get that close and haul them herself made her eugh.

which is kinda why it served as a punishment in the first place. after about half a year she wasnt required to do it anymore, but she gave up on the other roles or jobs, not feeling she had all that much talent, so she just kinda settled on it

slowly as she does it though, she starts to not see the dead bodies as people, being clearly desensitized and just seeing them like rubble to be cleared out. and the constant smell of inphernal blood and guts has gotten tuned out of her mind.

but then, as most of her interactions with people are dead, she starts not really seeing the living as people either, that they'll meet their end someday and just become another mound of dirt

honestly didnt feel like her life Had that much purpose, hell, she didnt believe in what the church taught anyways. she didnt believe in others because they were all animals, all to be killed, all to just bring eachother to an end. to harvest.

one day, when she was about 23, a burial coworker, who I'll just refer to as S. tried to kill an important higher up, and was executed for it, being shot twice and left to bleed out in the sand. she found him, basically on the cusp of death, and just kinda watched. she wasnt at the aftermath, but his time was running out.

it was just so interesting. and it was someone she had atleast worked with before. so she approached, took her gear and would begin to dismember him. watching his reactions as he faded in and out of painful, painful death. this was a traitor, someone stupid enough to get themselves killed. the blood staining her hands, it was warm, and the smell of it all, she felt like an animal, and so was he. so she consumed.

when the body of the traitor was to be burned, it was missing its arms.

after the 3rd 'family' member was found disfigured, she was threatened and she fled to the coverage of thieve's den forests

using the large claw of her own gear to tear that pure white glass reminder in her skull out. it was messy, it was freeing. and by the heights it hurt.

youtuber voice LIKE FOR PART 2 GUYS!!

[evalolxo]

Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 1

summary - two wrestlers are put into a storyline that quickly becomes real.

warnings - swearing, women against women (this will change i’m sorry) , a few time skips (not major ones)

word count - 1.4k

kat's pov

"welcome to evolution"

triple H had selected me, randy orton and batista as new members of his faction, evolution with ric flair.

he wanted to make us stars and i was prepared to do that.

i was typically loud mouthed and confident within my personality and i was beautiful.

"okay kat, you're usually confident but for your character and personality, we need you to be the quiet but deadly little girl who everyone underestimates" hunter explained to me and i furrowed my eyebrows at what he was saying.

"but-"

"it's what's best for business kat, and then we get to you, orton, you're a prick basically" hunter spoke then turned to randy orton who smirked and nodded, i couldn't lie orton was very attractive.

time skip

"and your winner is kat grey! evolution's very own!" michael cole shouted into commentary and i smiled widely as the offical held my hand up in victory.

suddenly the rest of evolution walked out and waited for me at the top of the ramp, i made my way up and randy smiled down at me and threw an arm around me.

i looked up at him still in shock and happiness out of winning and he removed his arm and held mine up victoriously.

he smiled down at me before nodding and sending praises down to my height from his mouth, we all then walked back stage and randy threw an arm around me again and ragged me about playfully.

"amazing fucking job kat" he laughed as i shouted at him to let go while laughing and eventually he let go.

i looked forward and noticed the curious stare of triple H looking between us before mumbling something to ric flair who then looked between us.

"what? did i do something wrong?" i asked hunter and he shook his head profusely and walked over before putting his arm around both me and randy.

"you were perfect tonight kat" hunter stated making me light up and nod pridefully, it's not everyday the game calls your proformance perfect, you gotta treasure it.

time skip

i felt my eyes grow heavy as i sat down on the large coach we all traveled on, i stared out the window but felt someone sit beside me.

i turned to see randy and i furrowed my eyebrows.

"there's so many open seats orton" i chuckled and he smirked at me but then furrowed my eyebrows when i attempted to blink but my eyelids were so heavy it took a bit of effort to reopen them.

"go to sleep, i'll wake you up when we're there" he told me before grabbing my head and softly placing it on his shoulder as he readjusted his posture to make it comfier for me.

"thanks randy" i mumbled quietly and hooked my arm around his for added comfort being feeling myself drift with a smile on my face and some unwanted feelings in my stomach bubbling around, i probably ate something dodgy.

randy's pov

i carefully moved my head to look down at the top of kat's head and i sighed contently and leaned my cheek onto the top of her head, i shut my eyes and let out a long breath before i let myself relax.

this whole time some weird feeling had been residing in my stomach but it's probably the food i ate yesterday.

time skip

kat's pov

i walked out the locker room with my gear on and noticed evolution was waiting for me as we were going to go make an entrance after the match that was currently on.

"don't you look lovely" ric told me and i waved my hand at him pretending to blush.

"oh stop it you" i joked as he took my hand and kissed it making me giggle and ric chuckled as well.

my eyes subconsciously found their way to randy and i noticed him scowling at ric before looking to the floor still scowling.

what i didn't notice is the smirk hunter had on his face.

i furrowed my eyebrows at randy's behavior but he just must be having a bad day of sorts, i'm not sure i don't know him too well.

ever since he let me sleep on his shoulder and we woke up all huddled up, we've gotten a lot closer per se and that we hang around each at work, it's good we're in a faction together.

"are you guys ready, you're on in 5" a producer told us and we nodded before walking to the gorilla, i shook my head to warm myself up when i heard chuckling then a scoff.

i turned around to see trish stratus looking at me and chuckling.

"you got a problem?" i asked her furrowing my eyebrows and all of evolution looked at me to see what i was doing but then they noticed trish.

"save it honey" trish chuckled before walking away making me scoff and left me confused on what we meant.

"what the fuck was that about?" batista spoke up and i shrugged while looking at him still wearing an angry expression.

our music hit and i shook my head before walking out, my character was quieter than the rest so while they all showed off their muscles while smiling, i would wave timidly to the crowd smiling brightly at them all.

we made it to the ring and before triple H could say anything trish's music hit making me turn to the ramp at supersonic speed.

i felt a hand on my arm and ignored whoever it was as trash began to walk out to her music while people cheered for her.

i grit my teeth and she waved at me and stepped into the ring with a microphone.

"hello evolution, i'm sure you're all wondering why i'm here, frankly it's none of your concern except yours" trish stated taking small pauses to make sure her words had an impact and finished her sentence by pointing at me.

"you think you can just parade around here with your new ring gear, your new faction and your new boy toy" trish smirked and i furrowed my eyebrows confused at what she was saying.

"don't look so confused, we all know you're fucking randy over here" trish spoke and the crowd cheered as my eyes widened and rage began to take over me at her audacity.

"kat, calm down, she's not worth it" randy said into the mic he was holding, he was still holding onto my arm and tried to pull me back but i pulled my arm away from him still staring down trish.

"you even need him to calm you down, i wonder how you'll manage in a match without him ringside, which is what i'm here to challenge you for" trish explained and the crowd cheered loudly, my eyes didn't leave trish's until i heard hunter speak into a mic.

"kat declin-"

"i accept your challenge" i spoke into the mic after grabbing it off triple H before he could finish his sentence, this was going against my character but it was necessary.

the crowd went absolutely wild as trish and i started each other down.

"i'm glad, i'm also glad you've finally grown a voice of your own and not let your men speak for you, i'm sure the reason you never speak is because you've constantly got all 4 of their dicks in your mouth!" trish shouted into the mic and i took a few steps forward toward her in anger and she smirked at my reaction.

"well trish, at least i don't get down on my knees, at least i don't strip to my underwear, at least i'm not being whored out by vince mcmahon, so before you go around calling me a slut, think about the fact you're sleeping with the boss!" i shouted into the mic and behind me triple H had his head in his hands while the rest of the guys were smiling at me as i spoke.

trish started to lose it and grabbed me by the hair punching me in the face and i grabbed her hair back before kicking her making her fall as i got on top of her and started punching her.

i was quickly pulled up by a pair of arms and taking to the other side of the ring, i kicked and punched trying to get past the person but he put his hands on both my cheeks and i looked up to see randy trying to calm me down.

"it's okay, calm down!" randy told me looking straight into my eyes and i visibly relaxed under his touch before nodding as he carefully let go.

i looked past his huge frame and seen trish smirking while walking back up the ramp and she waved at me making me grit my teeth at her.

it is so on.

[mickmundy]

i am now hooked on bushmedicine bc of your fics, would u happen to have fic/blog recs? 👀

OH MY GOSH EEE THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FRIEND ;__; I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE ENJOYING MY SERIES!!!! ;u; as for recs.. ohoho... yes... i do.., fortunately i have amazing talented friends whose work i admire and adore!!! just going to say that this list is by no means exhaustive or complete and is being done completely off of the top of my head, so PLEASE don't feel bad if i leave anyone out!! ;__; <333

also i'm really not super active on here so i mostly know twt accounts but i'll do my best! i'll firstly advise you to just look through my bushmed tag on my blog. lots of great folks in there!! ^v^ so much talent!! aoguaougaaa!!! and to my friends who have supported me with my own fics thank you so much ;;; i owe u all everythign!! <333 going to stick this under a cut since it's kind of lengthy!!

for fic recs, i actually don't have a lot of time to read many, sadly!! ;_; BUT i'll gladly point you in the direction of some of my besties' fics that i have read and absolutely adore!!:

see that my grave is kept clean by @fairyouth.... my favorite. john is a freaking MASTER of writing them and i love his big huge creative mind!!

heatstroke by @eurovamp... kat is so talented!! i LOVE her interpretation and they have so many fun au's!! i haven't gotten a chance to read it but she also wrote a bushmed naga fic that they've been talking to me about and AAHHH IM SO EXCITED TO READ!!

as for fanart, i'll also use this as a chance to promote my lovely talented friends!! i don't speak for them of course but i believe some of them (myself included) might be more active on twitter, i'm not sure! :( but i'll rec them here regardless hehehe!! some accts are ns/fw too so just a heads up!

@lovey2dovey2 YESSS FELLOW MEDSNIP LESBIAN!!! HEHEHE!! she's SO talented and kind, and all of her interpretations are SO fun and creative!! absolutely adore her art style!!

@5piecechickendinner / @5piececockdinner DEEEEEE absolutely stunning pieces, great moody art and a joy to talk to!! a blast to talk headcanons with too!!

@rabidratbaby -> twitter acct! amazing pieces, conveys such tenderness and sweetness in their art, both nsfw and sfw!! super chill and immaculate vibes in general!!

@radioactive-gremlin -> support her on patreon! char's got it all... lighthearted silliness and super sexy comics!! a total delight to follow and befriend!

@lubby-beez LUB!! so sweet to know, and the queen of saucy medic art!! amazing coloring and body type representation and super fun ocs!!

@poisonedflame if you follow me on here you've probably seen me reblog ren's amazing sfms quite a few times hehe... so kind and talented, huge-brained and a wonderful friend!!

@skymacaroon fantastic art and super fun to talk to, absolutely love how he draws medic and sniper!!

@oldkamelle one of the accounts that warmly welcomed me to tumblr.. ;u; very kind and so great to talk to, totally wonderful artistic talent!!!

as for folks who i am not very close to but whose works i still adore and cherish and scream so normally and lovingly any time i see them on my tl and who i want to still give some spotlight to! i hope it's okay that i'm tagging you in this! ;-;

@goo-p absolutely no notes... ellís's style yields so much range for whimsy And more somber/serious pieces... absolutely stunning!! a joy to work with creatively and to speak with!!

@hootsimedes such cute style and so many amazing creative ideas!! and so kind!! ^u^

@halfhihat SUUCH a cute style!! absolutely love the cute little comics he draws!!

[slavetomyheadcanon]

Getting to know your moots

Tagged by @makoredeyes <3

•What's the origin of your blogs title?

In the ancient times, I was a mommy blogger, and the title of my blog was "Slave to the House" (I did not see the poisonous irony at the time). Later, when I moved away from that circle of hell, I realized that I had a ton of OCs who made a lot of noise in my head. If I was writing, RPing or drawing something they wouldn't do, they'd whine and complain about it until I fixed whatever it was. Thus, I am a slave to my headcanon.

•Favorite fandoms

I am ever a slut for Destiny 2, and I adore Titanfall 2 very very muchly. I am often fandom adjacent, to where I enjoy art from many fandoms (Transformers, Team Fortress 2, Wicked, etc) even though I'm not necessarily active in them, and I celebrate my friends' interests even if they are not my own and will seek out artwork and other things specifically to give to them, kind of like a cat bringing 'a present' home to its owner.

•OTPs+Ship name

All ships are valid. Yes, even that one. YES, even that one that makes you uncomfortable. I am unabashedly proship and a multishipper.

My OTPs are BT/Jack/Blisk and permutations thereof, as well as Felwinter/Osiris/Timur and permutations (especially with Saint-14). As I mentioned, I'm a slut for Destiny 2 therefore any and all ships contained therein are my jam (too many to name specifically but Candal and Drifteris are choice). Special mention to my boy Gheleon who I will shove into a closet with anyone who's hot. Stormpilot, Reaper76, Spiderpool, Spirit Assassin, Kylux, Destiel, Wincest, Victuuri (and others) - I am not what I would call active in these fandoms any more and don't necessarily seek them out intentionally, but I always enjoy when they cross my dash.

•Favourite colours Cool jewel tones like emerald, sapphire and amethyst. Cobalt blue is probably my ultra favorite.

•Favourite game

Destiny 2! I tend to hyperfocus on one game at a time (currently have 11k+ hours in Destiny 2 since I started playing in 2019). Previously played hundreds of hours of Titanfall 2. Prior to that it was Lord of the Rings Online, Diablo 3, City of Heroes, and EverQuest.

•Weirdest habit/trait

I'm not really sure this qualifies as weird but I eat certain foods in layers. For example, if I'm eating a Kit-Kat, I will take a single section, eat the chocolate off the edges first, then the top, then I will eat each wafer individually. If I have a Three Musketeers bar, I will eat the chocolate off the outside first, then the nougat (I do this in bite size chunks, I don't skin the entire candy bar in one go), etc. Other layered foods I generally eat normally e.g. I don't disassemble my sandwiches; it's pretty much only sweets that I do this with.

•Hobbies

I am an AVID enjoyer of fiber arts. I know how to loom knit, knit, crochet and Tunisian crochet (as well as cross-stitch, embroider, and latch hook, though I don't actively DO these things). I struggle with my brain to actually FINISH things that I start, but I do enjoy it very much. I am getting ready to explore dyeing my own fiber very soon. I write fanfic when my muse cooperates with me, and I also draw. I love plants and nature and despite being old as fuck, I still hold out hope I might someday have my dream hobby farm. Although I haven't done it for many years due to finances and lack of space, I was an avid stunt kite flyer when I was younger, and I was pretty good at it and owned several kites, ranging from three feet to twelve feet. I was just getting into ultralights when I had to exit that hobby and I miss it an awful lot.

•Something you're good at

I think I'm good at spur-of-the-moment shitposting. What I mean is, I'm pretty good at scribbling out something I find amusing very quickly when inspiration strikes. I'm an idea guy. I have a lot of great ideas, but not always the talent to execute them. I still think they're pretty good ideas though.

•Something you're bad at

I'm not that great at Being Human. I often forget how social interactions work and saying things like "please', 'thank you', 'you're welcome' etc aren't real high on my priority list because it always seems like it should be implied. I struggle with explaining why I do things and often make it worse if I try because the stepping stones in my thought process are not linear and my brain will go from Point A to Point F in .2 nanoseconds and it's hard to explain Points B through E because they happen so fast.

•Something you excel at

Procrastination.

•Something you love

Forests, the smell of dirt after it rains, the ocean, the beach (not the tourist kind, the rocky kind where stuff lives), the night sky, music that gives me chills.

•Something you could talk about for hours without off the cuff

Fiber arts one million percent. Destiny 2 stuff is right up there.

•Something you hate

Hate's a strong word that I don't use very often. Most everyday things I don't vibe with I will simply say I dislike. However, given the state of the world right now, I'm just going to say I hate Nazis and rich people in positions of power (especially rich white men).

•Something you collect

Destiny 2 merch. I have so, so much. I used to collect dragons and griffons but I've moved on from that. Although, I think with the number of tarot decks I have, that probably counts as a collection too.

•Something you forget

I often forget that not everyone wants advice (I learned it from my mom, sorry).

•What's your love language

Gifts. If I find out there's something you want, it's entirely possible it will show up out of the blue in your mail. I try to be very very thoughtful with my gift-giving (and also very very sneaky because I love blindsiding my friends with a treat), because for decades I picked out my own birthday and christmas presents because the person(s) I was involved with couldn't be bothered. Basically I treat other people how I wish I'd been treated.

•Favorite movie/show

I have many because I tend to watch the same things over and over again (dozens, hundreds of times in some cases) but my main comfort movies are Tron, Tron Legacy, Secret of Kells, Song of the Sea, Wolfwalkers, Princess Mononoke, Whale Rider, and Never Cry Wolf.

•Favorite food

Oh lort. I love all kinds of food, and I consider myself an "adventurous" eater, so it's really hard to pick one thing. I can narrow it down to bulgogi, bibimbap, spam musubi, tamales, and something I only know as "spam and noodles" that my dad made for me growing up, and I in turn make for my kids.

•Favorite animal

Another difficult one. Animals are so cool in so many different ways. I think I'll have to go with the humble chicken, for now. I had several for a time and it's absolutely obvious they are dinosaurs if you sit and watch them for a while.

•Favorite subject in school

Art. It had a lot to do with my teacher, who pretty much gave me free rein to do whatever I wanted as long as I also did the assignments. Ask me about my massive airbrushed Dragonlance poster.

•Least favourite subject

Any flavor of math.

•What's your best character trait?

My stubbornness. It's kept me alive this long.

•If you could change any detail of your day right now, what would it be?

I would have liked to have an extra day off from work.

•If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

My great-great grandparents, who came from Čáslav in the (now) Czech Republic.

•Recommend one of your favorite fanfics

One? ONE? No way.

My bestie @makoredeyes has written some of the most exquisite fics (I am truly spoiled) so ANYTHING they've written is gonna be a recommended read from me, but I am also going to single out one of the most devastatingly heartbreaking stories I've ever had the pleasure to cry over, Damages Done. Seriously, folks, this one's a rough ride. I am also offering up In Turn by IsraelHandsDown, which pretty much jumpstarted my love for Drifteris.

Huge shoutout to @gileonnen for A Heart of Wings. There is so much breathtaking detail in this fic, I absolutely adore it. Another writer whose entire catalog is worth checking out!

Mako already tagged most of our moots so in the interest of not spamming the exact same people, I'm tagging @fruityshirts, @water-you-not-doing, @tarakanpaintedpurple, @imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese and @arcaneglitch

BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT TO. No obligation. I know how these things are <3

[oddberryshortcake]

THE ASK MEME! For the miss Kat!

Is there anything your OC would infodump about? How do you get them to share? Do they ever get insecure about their rambling?

Kat unfortunately likes anime and video games the same amount as Idia does…Except she tries to keep it a secret. 

Instead of embracing the nerd, she keeps it lowkey. But underneath her cynicism and ‘coolness’, she loves consuming media with all kinds of guilty pleasure tropes (True love doesn’t exist irl but it sure does in a fictional story ayy) 

Idia got her hooked on a particular stupid otome visual novel and she has her fave boy, He’s featured here. 

She’s pretty good about not sharing outside of Idia and Ortho. She was trying very hard not to react to anything during Harveston because she absolutely did watch the sledding girl anime with Idia, and because Sebek implied it was cringe, she kept her lips sealed. 

She is insecure and is wary of people’s judgmental reactions. They aren't the kind of hobbies someone like her should have. It would probably take genuine interest for her to talk about it, hence why it mostly remains in Ignihyde.

Though I have no doubt the light trio would take info dumping with stride and grace so they aren’t bad people to yap too. Heck, Rook canonically likes hearing people info dump (in his new years vignette) 

[manda-kat]

I'm writing out an idea for a video game using my OCs from various projects and ideas and my roster is currently-

Moppet, my current fursona. The cutest widdle clown kitty in the whole wide world. She will obliterate you with her tail bell attack

Madi Kat- my older fursona and Moppet's big sister. She is angry and damage focused- a true button masher. The perfect choice for a little kid, but fairly easy to work around if you actually understand the game

Toxic- a really old OC from one of my first webcomics. She's a slime poison creature who's pretty edgy and dark. She sets sticky traps and poisons her opponents, so she would take some foresight and planning to play well

Panic- Toxic's twin brother I made much later than her. He uses vines like he's cthulhu and they're his evil tentacles. He and Toxic would actually be evil together since she needs time to prepare her devastation and he can hold opponents in place with vines

Shiba- a cute little shiba inu girl introduced in the same comic as Toxic! In this game she plays support- firing energy from her little gun that heals teammates and hurts opponents. She's pretty basic, but the basic idea of chasing teammates around and trying to keep them alive suits Shiba.

Dizzy the Frog- a character who debuted alongside Panic and is very lolrandom. She is very bouncy and mobile and uses bubbles as her mode of attack. She can trap you in a bubble and send you into orbit.

Speaking of bubbles- Suds is a soap cat who fires soap out of his tail. I don't remember why I made him. He can turn the battlefield into a slip 'n slide.

Pyra- the big, tough, business lady. She is a tank, summoning walls of fire and a flamethrower to push enemies away from her

Froster- Pyra's twin brother- is a glass cannon. His ice attacks freeze opponents in place and then he unleashes fury on them. As long as he doesn't let them hit him he's fine.

Foxley- Pyra's henchfox and her biggest simp. He is sneaky and can hide easily behind cover or other players. He throws cartoony bombs at people and keeps them at bay using his tommy gun.

The Cat- the villain from an edgy story I wrote as a kid who is now canonically Madi Kat, Moppet and Charmy's dad. He's an old school cartoon character with control over reality. He has a time slowing mechanic that lets him trap his opponents so he can approach with his shotgun. When his slow-mo runs out, he also has a teleport ability to escape.

Charmy- the son of the Cat, who pretends to be a rambunctious little scamp when in reality he is a horrible monster. He hits opponents with a baseball bat, knocking them away where he can then hit them with his slingshot from a distance.

Hippie Turtle- a character from the comics I made as a child before I had a phone. This turtle was my best joke back then. Hippie Turtle is a pacifist, so he can't attack. However, he can use his shell to reflect attacks back at his opponents. He can even attract projectiles to his location, then reflect them to their owners.

Super Silly- older than Hippie Turtle- this OC was from before I wrote comics because he was from before I could write! My very first original character, who is basically made of beads with a bicycle horn for a nose. Super Silly can detach his limbs, which lets him attack his targets without letting them close.

Ochi- my 800th OC, designed by you guys on tumblr! I made a post asking for ideas and you gave me her description! Ochi plays support, but also has flight powers and can fire shotting stars at her enemies.

Linnaeus- another old OC who has gone through a lot of changes. He's a cool spy lizard. In this game he's a sniper, using his ability to walk up walls (plus a grappling hook) to get to advantageous sniping locations.

Alph- another lizard- is support. He uses martial arts alongside his quick healing abilities. His high tech bo staff shoots lasers that can't be reflected back at him.

Cuvi- the girl lizard- is able to turn invisible since she's a chameleon. She's the perfect choice to sneak behind enemy lines.

Bosc- the last lizard- is a giant tank. He's an old fashioned brawler- liking it up close and personal. If you keep your distance, he'll just lunge at you to close the gap.

[fabdante]

Hello! 1) who is your DmC oc Eliza and 2) do you have any ideas for tattoos for Dante & Kat?

hello!! i was delighted by this ask when i woke up and now that im home with my keyboard i am excited to answer!

also this got long i apologize asdfghjkl

who is the eliza part of elizante

i have been waiting for someone to ask asdfghjkl so elizabeth is my girlfriends oc, affectionately called liz. we started shipping her and dante way back in like high school. she's the girl dante is trying to call in my fic a series of mild prophecies !

also im going to refer to this thing called swan song a lot which, for anyone unaware, is my unfinished verat prequel fan fic which is the source for most of my reboot fanon. i have some snippets of it on ao3, all things that either i cleaned up for swan song or fit into swan songs like extended universe

as it is now in at least swan song canon, she's dantes kinda sorta ex-girlfriend. they've recently broken up, i think because dante life can just be...A Lot and he was struggling to hold together his side of the relationship. she was hoping he'd pull things together a bit and they could work this out.

but onto like more a quick little rundown on who she is as a person rather then her role in swan song canon. liz is a bit of a horror goth (i have no idea how else to describe her?) who loves slashers. she's a bit of a romantic with a messy dating history. she is also very neat. at the point where they meet in swan song canon, dante's recently moved to the trailer and cut off like most people from his life. i think this closeness enabled him to be honest about the whole 'so i see secret demons and fight them' thing and liz for some reason believed him. also her favorite slasher series is chucky. she really loves chucky.

i like to imagine post canon they get back together. which is very funny to me because like dante and kat in swan song canon sort of switch places (dante starts fresh off a break up and ends up back in his relationship where as kat starts off in a relationship she finds very secure only to end up in the most chaotic break up ever and having a horrible time with it)

but anyway that's a very quick rundown of liz. i plan on trying to finish more fics featuring her. one is a little pier date, one is dantes half of the phone call from a series of mild prophecies, and another is the morning after their first hook up because this was meant to be a one night stand liz being very neat is plot relevant to their relationship asdfghjkl

dante and kat tattoos

i do have ideas for this!! every day i wish they both had tattoos genuinely. if it were up to me both dantes would have a ton like most of his concept arts and kat would have more also.

that said i've never quite come up with set designs for dante. i like the idea of cherubs somewhere. something cheeky maybe in the crotch area also because he's so that guy. i don't see him as the sort to get color tattoos either so it's probably a lot of black and white. im biased and a nirvana girlie but i tend to associate devil may cry in general heavily with grunge (i wrote an entire fic about that so like...Not A Shocking Statement) but i'd probably give him a little reference to that. i feel like if he got tattoos also he'd be very prone to just like getting things he thought looked cool or he was dared into, i don't think he finds the concept of adorning his body like that particularly sacred so there's definitely some odd balls in there either from like flash designs or something he thought was funny at the time. there's some fun ones in the concept art to like there's an early concept art where he's got an angel on his neck and cut lines one sees on plastic bags you need to cut open, an unfished tic tac toe board, a praying cherubic angel, that sort of thing. also i'd add some more baroque references to him because it'd be fun.

kat, however, i used to have like a whole plan for her and tattoos. like i was going to draw a chart and everything asdfghjk. i no longer have this attempt at a tattoo map for her and have since forgotten a lot of them.ones i do recall though is definitely a lot of botanical stuff like flowers and fungi, definitely some sun and moon imagery in there, perhaps some tarot designs i like the idea of a couple of those in there, perhaps a judith like maybe not artmesia's judith as idk if it'd tattoo well but there's some other judiths over history that might (klimt's comes to mind as more tattooable). a moth to there has to be like at least one moth. two i'm also very certain on that i really like: a kat rper on here (i forget which at this point) headcanoned her having an eye on the back of her neck and i LOVED that so that's come into my canon and i've also always liked the idea of kat getting matching tattoos around the nipples. i could see her also maybe getting a quote or two. she'd definitely put a lot more thought into it then dante. i have a private pinterest board from years ago when i was trying to do kat's tattoo map and gathered a collection of images from it to try and show the General Vibe i get for kat tattoos:

kat not having more tattoos was always odd to me because most tattoo artists will not tattoo your face unless you have other tattoos already. and like we don't know that her star tattoo is a tattoo exactly, she might just draw it on her forehead everyday but i'm pretty sure it's a tattoo so like that would imply she should have more and i guess the stuff on her fingers could be tattoos but i've always preferred the fanon idea that those designs are done with henna. which like maybe she just had an irresponsible tattoo artist but that also seems out of character for her asdfghjkl

all in all though i guess kat tattoos would mirror some of the henna designs i typically draw for her

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💖 My name is Star!! I’m currently 18 years old and my pronouns are she/her. 💖

🌈 I have anxiety and autism, so please be aware that I’m very, very shy and that my social skills are not the best. 🦄

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🩷 My main F/O is Mr. Paulson from Teamo Supremo! I’ve been dating/selfshipping with him since May 31, 2020! I love him sooo much!!! X3 🩷

🩵 My second main F/O is Mr. Tinkerton from The Legend of Frosty the Snowman! I’ve been dating/selfshipping with him since February 4th, 2023! I love him to bits!!! :3 🩵

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• Dexter’s Dad (Dexter’s Laboratory)

• Principal Pankley (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman)

• The Postman (Olive the Other Reindeer)

• Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie)

• Mr. Baldwin (Fish Hooks)

• Hugh Test (Johnny Test)

• Kent Mansley (The Iron Giant)

• Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey)

• Burt Burtonburger (Kid vs. Kat)

• Stanley Livingston (Tennessee Tuxedo And His Tales)

• Surge Protector (Wreck-It Ralph)

• Andrew Morris (Ron’s Gone Wrong)

• Roger Ramjet (Roger Ramjet)

• Adam Flayman (Bee Movie)

• The Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon)

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Other interests: Five Nights At Freddy’s, Poppy Playtime, Touhou, Paw Patrol, Tokyo Mew Mew, Ojamajo Doremi, Hfjone, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Danganronpa, and Splatoon.

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