#oc group: c4

[sleptwithinthesun]

my first oc fic!! i'm actually so excited and so nervous to post this :)

this is basically just band au except! not au!! isn't that so cool? i have my own little guys to play with and i hope you love them <3

1.7K words of ✨ plot ✨ and like snz of course but you know me. always an excess amount of plot

(you can also send asks/inquiries about my ocs based on this!! please send asks i fucking love receiving and replying to them!!!!)

Em wakes up to the soft drumming of a headache in her temples, and she groans softly as she cracks open her eyes. Winter mornings in Concord are freezing, as their first two months have taught them, and today is not exception. The sunlight creeping hesitantly through the curtains is thin and watery, barely illuminating the bedroom and washing it in shades of pale gray. It's just enough for Em's tired eyes to pick out the flush that's beginning to dust across her girlfriend's sleeping face, spots of warmth kissing her cheekbones.

In half a second, Em's sitting bolt upright, her legs still tangled in the topsheet and comforter. She gently presses the back of her hand to Luc's forehead and sure enough, she's too warm. Granted, Luc always runs a bit warmer than most people, but her temperature right now is higher than usual. It's only a low-grade fever, which is typical of any virus Luc contracts, but it's a fever nonetheless.

"Oh, honey," she murmurs, tucking a loose strand of wavy hair behind Luc's ear. Slowly, her girlfriend begins to stir, emitting a cute sigh before stretching languidly. She smiles softly at Em upon seeing her.

"Hey," Luc whispers, her voice raspy. "I think I caught your cold."

Em gives a quiet, breathy laugh, mindful of her own faint headache and the lingering pressure in her sinuses. "Yeah?" she asks.

"Pretty sure." Luc rolls onto her back and sniffles, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she nods. "Unless I somehow managed to, like, contract the flu off Sol or something, I definitely caught your cold."

"Sol's not even sick. Neither is Q."

"Oh, so you'll spare them, but not me?" She pouts, shoving herself into a sitting position and fluffing the pillows behind her only to dramatically flop back against them, staring plaintively at Em with big hazel eyes. Her lower lip is even sticking out. Em rolls her eyes fondly at Luc, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

"You're the one who insisted on sleeping with me," she counters, words murmured against the warmth of a fever spot, and her fingers twist into the hem of her sleep shirt as she sits back on her heels. Em doesn't want to say it, just because she knows Luc would complain, but her girlfriend is absolutely gorgeous like this, her body wrapped in an oversized college boyfriend's T-shirt with her legs pulled up to her chest, boyshorts visible in the faltering morning light. "I'm sorry, love, but I think it's your own fault."

Luc sighs loudly, feigning surrender. The playful attempt morphs into a hoarse series of coughs, and Em makes a mental note to send either Q or Sol out to get more cough drops. She places a hand on Luc's shoulder as the fit persists, carefully drawing her girlfriend up further and rubbing her back as she pulls the blankets to her face and coughs harshly into them. Once she recovers, because it's Luc, it's like it never even happened. She just grins, quips, "Well, one of us needed to make the sacrifice," and then winks at Em.

"And you've paid dearly," she deadpans, standing up. "Hold on, Lu, I'm going to make you some tea."

"I'll take an iced coffee, actually," Luc mumbles.

"Yeah, no."

"Worth a shot."

Sol's awake, predictably, when Em walks into the kitchen, and glances up at her entrance. "Morning," she greets cheerfully, already bright-eyed and wide awake. "You feeling any better?"

"Mostly. Definitely an improvement over yesterday." Em walks over to the cabinet where they keep their stash of tea, rummaging through the messy collection of boxes in search of chai for Luc. "I did finally get Luc sick, though."

Sol gives an amused scoff, shaking coffee beans out into the lid of the lid of the grinder before dumping them into the actual grinder. "Yeah, that makes sense. With the way she's been clinging onto you all week, I'm pretty sure she was due for it yesterday."

"Like a fucking limpet," agrees Em, finally locating the chai and setting the bag on the counter. She fills up the kettle with enough water for both her and Sol and places it on the stove, then asks, "You're feeling alright though, yeah?"

"I'm fine," Sol reassure easily. "Focus on yourself. And Luc, obviously." She gives a friendly eye roll, then places the lid on the grinder and presses down. There's a pause in the conversation for her to grind the beans and then to dump the fresh grounds into the french press that Luc had insisted on getting back when the three of them had first moved in together, her, Em, and Sol in a shitty apartment, C4 a dream in their hands and slipping between their fingers like sand. Even now, three years down the line, Em finds it hard to believe that it's actually worked out, that they're finally complete and living in a real house that they bought with money earned from playing shows and that they're all safe and comfortable and making it—

Music is a tough career to pursue, but against the odds, they made it. Soledad, Luciana, Emory, and Quentin, the four of them laced into each other's lives in a way that's so purely impossible for anyone else to understand. Luc and Em are dating, yes, but that doesn't mean either of them care for their other bandmates any less than they do for each other. It's just... a different relationship. Every band's dynamic is unique, and Em is positive that none of them would trade what they have now for anything.

The creaking of the bedroom door breaks her from her thoughts, and Em looks up to see Luc shuffling out, a fuzzy blanket that definitely was not on their bed wrapped around her shoulders.

"Hey, you should be in bed," Em says, frowning as she walks over to her girlfriend.

Without hesitation, Luc presses into her body, her shorter frame allowing her to tuck her head nearly under Em's chin. "I got lonely," she complains, words slightly muffled.

Em can't help but smile down at Luc. She and Sol weren't kidding when they were discussing how clingy Luc is; she'll take advantage of any opportunity to be close to Em, often snuggling up as close as humanly possible. It's an instinct that's completely ingrained in her, evidenced by the fact that Em will literally wake up in the middle of the night with Luc just... lying on top of her. She's affectionate, almost disgustingly so. Em adores it.

"Well," she whispers, swaying slightly, "misery does love company." Luc giggles into her shirt, and Em's heart melts.

"God, would it kill you to get a room?"

"We share a bedroom."

"Yeah, so use it!" teases Sol, grinning at Em. Her gaze drops to Luc, though, and softens with sympathy.

"Come on," Em says, pushing Luc toward the couch. "Sit. Take a sec. I'll bring your tea when it's done."

Luc sniffles, rubbing at her nose. It's already tinged pink at the tip, and she wipes at it roughly with the heel of her palm as she settles. "Thank you, Em. And, uh, I'm... sorry."

"For what?"

"Getting sick."

"Why are you sorry about that?"

"I probably could have avoided it if I tried."

"Luc, I love you, but there's absolutely no way you could've kept yourself away from Em while she was sick," Sol cuts in, smiling gently at their younger bandmate. "You care. That's not a bad thing."

There's a moment where Luc seems like she wants to say something, but her gaze goes glassy, her jaw drops, her breath hitches, and before they know it, she's pitching forward into cupped hands. "hH'ASHhiew!"

"Bless you," says Em, and Sol drops a quiet Jesús, looking up from where she's started pressing down on the filter to the french press. Luc just shakes her head, indicating that she's not quite done yet, and her entire frame shudders with another high-pitched sneeze.

"hah'SHiiew!"

"Bless you again."

"Jesús."

Luc plucks a tissue from the coffee table, blowing her nose into it and sniffling when she's done. "Explain to me again, what's the whole Spanish blessing custom?"

"That's Q's thing." Sol pours herself a mug of coffee, and wordlessly, Em hands her a spoon and the small holder they use for their sugar. Sol accepts them both. "He's Mexican, I'm from Spain. We usually just say Jesús."

"Speaking of, where is Q?" Em asks.

Sol frowns, a pensive look flashing across her face. "I'm not sure, actually. I'd assume in his room." She stands, heading toward the staircase that leads to the second floor, where her and Q's bedrooms are located. "Let me check on him," she tosses over her shoulder.

Luc's tea is going to take five minutes to steep, so Em sets a timer on the microwave and slips into the space between Luc and the arm of the couch. Luc immediately leans into her, and Em wraps an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder through the fabric of the blanket. "You want Tylenol?"

"Please," Luc whispers, quiet and miserable, now that Sol's not here to distract her from just how bad she feels. It's not that Luc actively tries to hide it when she's unwell; it's just that she'll forget the extent of it until she has a moment to herself, and then everything crashes into her at once.

Em moves to stand, but Luc's hand on her wrist stops her instantly. "Don't leave yet?" she asks, and Em sinks back into the cushions.

"C'mere," she murmurs, cherishing the way her girlfriend's body fits into hers when the smaller woman curls in closer. Her fever's rising, Em thinks. She'll have to actually get a read on it later, but for now, she's content to simply hold Luc in her lap and card a hand through her hair. Luc just sighs, breath warm against Em's collarbone, and she melts into her. "I love you, you know that?"

"Mm, yeah. Love you more, though." She can feel Luc's grin as it curves over her skin, and her own lips curl up in response.

(This, she believes, is what true love is.)

She sighs, nuzzles closer, and breathes.

[i-write-sinners-not-tragedies]

The Canon Sinners in the Mirror World my OCs occupy (C7 spoilers)

This is not a complete list, just what I have right now. Anywho,

Yi Sang - The Gray Shard

Fitting we start with The Big One. Remember when I mentioned Yi Sang's gender crisis in the Carmilla post? Yeah bro- err, sis - transitioned. Pre-transition he/him Yi on the left, post-transition She/her Yi on the right.

Yi's story in this timeline plays out much the same as in Canon. Aspiring inventor gets his friend group torn up, he and his Mirror get experimented on by N Corp, only this time a fucking Freak Science Lab Accident happens and now he kinda... is the Mirror. He basically got D4C powers and can displace shit in his sight or touch radius in the folds between Mirror Worlds, right up to swapping his body parts out for those of other Mirror Yi Sangs. I don't even think that's his actual head. He also REALLY let himself go, hence the disheveled mess of a haircut. OH, and he's the Vergillius of the bus now, too. The real Verg and Charon went missing, IDK where to yet. Pre-C4 Yi Sang's apathy and depression on the guy who's meant to be your bus guide, winning formula right there.

...That is until transfem Yi Sang jumpscare woag!!!! This is probably making someone out there a very happy man/woman/you do you buddy. I'll admit, this concept originally just came out of my head at random while I was getting spitroasted live in a discord channel when it suddenly hit that I set Carmilla up with he/him Yi Sang, but DAMN this actually works better than I thought ngl. I guess her primary motive for this, besides Laura triggering a category 5 egg crack, would be boom now Sang Yi's a girl too. Because it's my Mirror World, I get to decide who's sad. Seriously tho, she's lovin' the change so far and it's gotten her to be a more active voice on the bus and everyone's bein' supportive, Laura especially. I like to imagine one or two intervallos down the pipeline they've gotta grab some E in District 11 and Dongrang has to take a second to recognize her. The TLA crashes the party and Dongbaek just fucking bluescreens, it's great.

As a sidenote: someone in the OC server threw the idea of transfem Wukong at me as well and. shit dude. I can totally see that.

Faust - LCB Driver and Machinist

And here's the Charon to AU Yi Sang's Verg! Of COURSE I had to put Faust on the bus somewhere, she's pretty much integral to the LCB itself as far as we're aware. Only differences are she's missing the blade on Walpurgisnacht, she's the driver (and on-hand bus mechanic!), and for some reason putting her behind the steering wheel has unlocked the secret chemical formula to Faust's untapped snark. She reads these jokesters like books and has comebacks for fuckin' everything, like the maid girl from Big O crossed with Bedman.

CANTO 7 SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!! BATTEN DOWN THINE HATCHES AND SUCH

Sancho Panza - Don Quixote de La Mancha, The Red Oblivion

Ohhhhhhh yeah, baby. Color Fixer Sancho time.

The story goes roughly the same, only this time the LCB never comes to jailbreak Sancho; she's gotta bust herself out. From there, well whaddayaknow, she actually manages to get a Fixer license and work her way up the ranks fairly quick. She hits about Grade 3 until she stumbles across P Corp's bounty on La Manchaland. So yeah, Sancho pretty much has Canto 7 happen to her solo, and while she initially does resign herself to staying with Don Prime, she's actually motivated to go back out upon realizing, oh wait, she's got chums in K Corp, Helapoiesis + Nicolina's old hemobar recipe might actually be something. After some... brute force convincing of her Father (He's fine, don't worry), Sancho goes back out into the world to try and reinvent the Hemobar undercover, and graduates to Grade 1 while she's at it. It is at around this time that Vergillius, one of her idols, goes missing, and she resolves to carry on his Color as the Red Oblivion, leading the search for the man alongside a few... friends of hers she literally plucked off the street, who we'll get to. And the LCB, because hey, Faust's looking for Verg and Charon too. This also makes Sancho the source of a lot of the LCB's more out-there connections; she's seen a lot.

Hong Lu - Wandering Jia Heir and unofficial Third Kindred

Seriously, he's, like, one bite away.

Yep, turns out one of Sancho's "friends" is the OTHER Canon Sinner with a really wild family dynamic! For the record, her other friend is Ryoshu, I just haven't made her a neka yet. This Hongle is pretty much our Hongle but in a different environment and without the guandao. Plus he's got some of Sancho's Fixer pins because why not. He's probably getting a major reworking after C8 drops.

Ishmael - Captain of The New Pequod

I teased this the other day when taking questions about Valentine, but yes, Ahabmael managed to slither her way into this AU as well.

The long and short of it is that this is the AU where everything went right for Ahab. The Pallid Whale's dead (Ishmael got the killing blow but Ahab refuses to admit it), Ahab got GasHarpoon out of it somehow, and Ishmael, having somewhat lost to the old bat's silver tongue, is INFATUATED with trying to beat or match the feat of slaying the Whale in order to get an E.G.O of her own. This is somewhat fortunate, as post-Ahab's retirement following battle injuries, the helm of The Pequod has been left to our favorite fish. Only... well, Ishmael's not exactly the greatest at drawing a crowd, so she's gotta resort to, gasp, actually being a halfway decent person in order to get folks to follow her lead. She and the crew'd probably help our AU Sinner team out of a bind in Canto 4 or 5, both of which center heavily on the Lakes as of right now.

She's like a shonen protagonist here, if that scans. Desperate to prove herself, always improving her skills with the harpoon, kindly old mentor figure, all that.

...Oh yeah and did I mention she managed to rope The Indigo Elder onto the deck as her First Mate? Whale hunter besties!

Emil Sinclair - The One Who Shall Grip and Emil Sinclair - Sovereign of a Star

Okay, stay with me on this one.

First of all, the actually "canon" AU Sinclair is the one with the Neka. We'll call him Signclair for convenience. He's pretty much Canon Sinclair, personality included, if he never joined the LCB and instead ran straight to Demian for help. He's essentially Demian's right hand and the one who replaces the guy himself for the corresponding Canto Epilogues.

So... what's NClair doing here, then? Simple: Kromer puppy dog eyes'd Hermann enough to let her snag him from a Mirror World somehow, and she's got the kid convinced nothing ever happened actually and this is all perfectly normal. He's relatively the same in terms of personality, only with a dose of self-doubt he constantly keeps trying to beat back when Kromer isn't looking. He also happens to have had a brief brush with Signclair previously when the kid snuck into NClair's room to report back to Demian that, yes, they've got another fucking Sinclair held up doing NUH shit. So yeah, THAT was the weirdest night of his life.

The miscellaneous, Neka-less others

Ryoshu - Unofficial Third Kindred

Just friggin' bumped into Hong Lu out and about, one thing led to another, and now she's rooming with him and Sancho because where the balls else does she have? She's definitely due for an update post-C9.

Meursault - N Corp. affiliate of some kind

I mean, come on. Obviously. Has actually met Kromer's Mirror Sinclair before.

Heathcliff - uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yeah imma be fr, I have no CLUE what to do with Heathcliff. We know he exists through Nelly because she happened to join N Corp., but I do NOT know where to take him given Canto 6's events. My best guess is the AU LCB gets called in to deal with this wack-ass giant Distortion in District 20, but they somehow manage to tame the thing and shovel the resulting brit back to LC HQ. Maybe he gets a permanent assistant position with Hohenheim, who knows.

Rodion - District 25 Yurodivye Co-Captain

Yep, Rodion actually sticks around with Sonya here! No clue what she gets up to in particular, but I do like to imagine she's the one connecting thread between all the other AU Canon Sinners somehow, like she's just got contacts with all of them for seemingly no reason.

Outis - UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Yeah, nothing. I'll wait for C11, I guess.

Gregor Samsa - N Corp. Supersoldier

The freakish, fully-in-control-of-his-mutation muscle of the AU Golden Bough Expedition team, next to (as of right now) Gubo, Tsukuyomi, and Hermann herself.

[bottlehawk]

Jade/vriska

okay so for rosevriska i basically said rose is the type to be snarky but not outright do anything at first when confronted with someone rude and condescending towards her. but jade? i think jade would actually throttle and kill vriska with her bare hands. she wouldn't even take the second to be nice she'd see her in her line of sight and immediately just start snarling and going straight for the throat. and vriska's kind of got a "i can fix her" type mentality about pretty much everyone she encounters so she'd just end up being intrigued because that's her problem it's that she gets personally invested and ends up wanting to become a mentor for all of her victims. these two would be inventing blueprints of new types of nuclear bombs to kill each other with. el camino. breaking bad. jade out in the desert camping out with a sniper rifle and trying to spy when vriska comes out of her makeshift wooden hideout shack so that she can put a bullet straight through her head while vriska is hooking up 40,000 pounds of c4 underground to take out everyone within a 50 mile radius. the only time they get along with each other is during the group dnd campaign where they work off of each other like a well-oiled and greased improv acting duo on an off-broadway open mic night. and when they're commissioning each other for art of their campaign ocs. those are the only times

[chipstertool]

Plans/Roadmap for Gaian Story (Vol 1 & 2)

So things have been slow as of chapter one as the final result may look rushed. Though, I want to apply certain ideas in chronological order to capture what I'm attempting to write about since these ideas may put this story into a long running one due to many ideas about my OCs and the world of Gaia.

This also counts as a roadmap.

May contain light spoilers below + Chapters are subject to change

Volume 1

Prologue - Blair's POV and Mysterious Life

C1 - Sonia and Misty's drive to Steamridge City through Bella Acres

C2 - The introduction of Gearlock Academy along with the rest of the main and supporting characters

C3 - Ann attempting a friendship with Sonia by having a hangout and tour of the academy

C4 - Sonia and Ann meet with Sora and Niko during their first day of Gearlock academy

C5 - Sonia, Ann, Sora, and Niko go on a outing where they encounter Iris for the first time

C6 - Ann suggests to the three about hanging out with Iris individually

C7 - Tensions begin to rise as an encounter begins to cause a conflict between Ann and Niko while Sonia and Sora begin to reflect on the matter

C8 - A student becomes missing over a few days to which causes the headmaster to issue a search party

C9 - Sonia, Ann, Sora, Cyrus, and Hilda rush towards the point of interest while Niko heads alone and Iris tries to escape

C10 - All six reached Iris but things took a turn for the worse in this situation

Volume 2

C11 - Iris is in the Agnus region with a small addition by her side as tries to readjust her life together after the events of chapter nine and ten from a hospital bed

C12 - Full introduction to the St. Angela Academy and Iris's life within it

C13 - Iris and Seraphina decide to eavesdrop on Sister Mavis's conversation with the headmaster on the previous events and something that catches their ears

C14 - Seraphina tries to cheer up Iris from last night though Iris has some conflicting thoughts on herself and who she is as a person

C15 - After that event, someone has been following Iris throughout the day and Seraphina suggests a plan to uncover who the stalker is

C16 - The stalker begins to pursue Iris during the night which causes her to engage in a fight with the girl as she doesn't know the reason why she's trying to assassinate her

C17 - After the nightly battle between the two girls, Iris is awoken by Sister Mavis and questions need to be answered

C18 - Claudia and her group observe on the events within the same place from volume one as things felt a bit off with a particular individual

C19 - The investigation begins as Claudia, Reese, ???, and Roberta

[c4tto626]

and now, an appropriately argonian outfit for conjures, my favourite lizard healer! i like to think they come from some deep-swamp tribe hostile to outsiders but then they ran into khanjari, my vestige, and felt the hist urge them to leave and save the world together instead, soon making her the resident healer of my little found family of adventurers \o/

armor style: elder argonian, heavy | staff: telvanni dyes: blood gold, hist green, silvenar green

[rxgueone]

DEAL

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Word count: 6,701

Summary: Drug deal, starring Austin Butler.

Warnings: angst, drugs, violence, spelling mistakes, bout all I can think of.

Tags: none.

Note: It is currently 4AM as I am writing this, I have been listening to PUKA A by spongebob on loop since 12AM, spare me. My inspiration sucks. And when I’m proof-reading this, I haven’t slept. At all. So if there are spelling mistakes, I apologize. Also, I know I didn’t write anything last week, I’ll try to drop another story this week idfk.

MASTERLIST — WEST COAST

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Lana had been laying down in her bed, leaning back on the headboard. Her head was hung to the side, as she was staring down at her phone. Suddenly hearing her mother call her name, she got off her bed and walked down the hallway to the living room. Seeing the same tall blonde she met in rehab a few months ago.

He was wearing a casual denim jacket with his collar flared, and the jacket had been buttoned. With some black jeans to finish the look, his hands were dug into his pockets. “Austin,” Lana blinked her eyes, not expecting the company. He never called Lana, never gave some slight of hint that he would be dropping by for the weekend.

“You know this gentleman?” Her mother asked, pointing to Austin, who was looming over her mother. His eyes were half open, and Lana would be lying to herself if she said that he didn’t look baked. But it was clear he was tired. Unfortunately to Lana’s mother, she thought the same thing Lana was thinking. Austin looked high out of his mind, it didn’t help that Lana had noticed how her mother was holding a bottle of Scotch. Indicating that Austin had brought it over, most likely as a gift.

However, Scotch wasn’t an ideal gift. Since Lana had a history of being an addict, bringing Scotch was probably the worse thing he could’ve brought. She picked up that her mother was annoyed with the blonde for bringing such a gift like that.

Austin glanced at her mother once more, blinking his dazed eyes before fluttering them as if he was trying to stay awake. He looked back at Lana, smacking his lips while waiting for her to answer. “Yeah-“ Lana swallowed, “yeah, I know him. That’s Austin.” She confirmed, nodding her head.

“Austin, huh?” Her mother looked over at the blonde with a quirked up brow. “How do you two know each other?” She looked back at her daughter.

“Rehab.” Lana answered without any hesitation.

“Rehab?” Her mother echoed, now she sounded annoyed. “This boy was in rehab, and you expect-“

“Mom, he wasn’t a patient.” Lana cut her mother off before her imagination ran wild. “His brother was, I met Austin when trying to buy a snickers bar from the vending machine.” She clarified. “He bought it for me.”

“Oh,” her mother’s tone softened, and she smiled at Austin, “I apologize dear. I’m Sophia Clark.” She had reached her hand out to the blonde, and he shook it firmly with an understanding smile on his face.

“No worries, Mrs. Clark,” he shook his head, “I understand. I was the same way with my brother.” Chuckling gently, he stepped away from Mrs. Clark.

“So, what are you here for Aus?” Lana asked, sliding her hands into her pockets.

“Oh-“ he nervously looked at Mrs. Clark, coming up with a lie, “D says he wants to show you sum’n real important.” He said confidently.

“D?” Mrs. Clark looked over at Lana.

“D- for Devon.” Lana smiled nervously. She knew that the D stood for Dal, and she could speculate what the importance was for. “Austin and I are doing a group project with D, that’s all. Austin here came to pick me up once D finished his part- right Aus?”

“Yeah,” Austin agreed with the fake story. He raised his brows, impressed with how quick Lana was to come up with a lie. It was sure as hell better than his. Mrs. Clark smiled, and she had given permission Lana to leave with Austin.

Lana opened the car door and sat down inside the C4 Corvette. She buckled her seatbelt then looked over at Austin. “You serious? D? Really? Couldn’t have came up with a better lie?”

“Listen Clark, lying isn’t in my blood.” He shot at her. Brows furrowed in frustration. This was true, Austin had hated lying more than anything. He was honest as hell, but also very loyal. So loyal that he was willing to lie for people which was hypocritical. But to Lana’s benefit, he was incredibly loyal to her. He would even help her sneak out.

“Right, whatever blonde.” She rolled her eyes, leaning back in the passenger seat. Austin’s hand rested on the gear shifter, and he shifted into first gear, making the Corvette shoot forward into the street. “So, what does D need us for?”

“Dal says it’s a surprise.” Austin shrugged. “And honestly, I think it’s a drug deal.”

Lana sat in silence for a few moments. She knew why Dal would take her to this drug deal, it was because he had promised her awhile back that he would take her to a drug deal, to show her the ropes and how things worked. How he got his drugs, all that good shit. The question was, why would Dal even bring Austin? He was a clean cut American boy, with cowboy heritage. The guy had no business getting involved with druggies, or drug dealers, or going to a deal.

So why the hell would Dal bring him? Why would Dal bother to bring this clean cut American boy. Who was the newest heartthrob of Campbell? Was it to ruin his reputation…? If— Austin even had such a thing.

Lana decided to ask him. “Why is Dal taking you? You’re clean.”

Austin shrugged, a smirk appearing on his face. “Says you always need at least one sober dude.”

“True.” Lana agreed with him. The amount of times her sober friends had saved her from some stupid dumb situation was pretty insane. She could remember how Tori had to drag her back to the Firebird because she was so high out of her mind, or when Dal had to carry her back home because she ran straight into a car from being too drunk.

Lana sighed when looking at Austin, who kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the shifter. Then again, Austin was a richie, that Lana did know of. But what she didn’t know was how Austin could even afford a 1980 C4 Corvette, which were expensive as all of hell. It was like owning a 1988 Mazda RX7, those things are expensive as hell. Yeah he was the child of divorced rich parents but they didn’t love him. They disowned him. “How could you even afford this car?” She asked him, sparking up a conversation.

Austin glanced at her with a poker face as he stopped at a red. “I worked.”

“You’re rich, you don’t gotta work.” Lana said arrogantly.

“That’s pretty ignorant of you.” He sounded unamused. “My parents are rich, not me. And, I worked on a farm during the summer, the owner was selling the ‘vette, and he gave me a pretty good deal. There, does that answer your shit?”

“Yeah, it does.” She smiled in response, chuckling to herself. “Speaking of the car, are we taking this?”

“No, we’re gonna take maybe some old two-thousand Chevy Impala or some shit. I dunno, some low under the radar car.”

“A ninety-nine Civic would be nice, huh?” Lana thought. Those cars most of the time were riced the fuck out. They sounded horrible as well cause Civic’s didn’t have V8 engines, they had L4’s or something. So most of the time when the driver popped an exhaust on it. It sounded like a baby with a deep voice throwing up mixed with crying.

“With the computer, yeah.” Austin agreed, laughing to himself at just the very thought of a 1999 Honda Civic that was tuned to the shits that it had a computer. Shifting back into first gear so the Corvette could roll forward with traffic, he grew quiet again.

While Austin was driving, he had passed by Tori’s house. Lana had saw the Firebird that was parked out in the driveway, and behind the Firebird was Ashton’s Acura Integra. Lana sighed, knowing damn well that Ashton and Tori had gotten back together.

She was right, they were back together. When Austin had drove by Tori’s house. Ashton was at Tori’s place fucking the shit out of her. He was fucking her like a pig. Like usual, they had just recently got into an argument, and then right after Ashton would dick her down. He would loom over her, grabbing her by the throat. “You understand?” He would ask, and in response she would merely whimper from how hard the grip around her neck was.

Austin, had no idea about this. But Lana, who knew almost every detail about Ashton and Tori’s relationship, did know. She knew. And she hated it.

Lana shut the door to the Corvette once Austin had parked outside of Dal’s apartment. The both of them walked side by side, with Austin letting her walk up the stairs first, and him following behind. He grabbed the keys for the house, unlocked the door, and pushed it open for Lana to walk in first. She bid her thanks to him, and walked in.

“Hey Lana!” Dal smiled walking towards the pair. She smiled as they both pumped each other, then stepped back to Austin’s side. “I see you’ve met uh… Ozzie here.” He flicked his head towards Austin before looking back to wait for Tray.

Squinting her eyes and tilting her head, she looked over at Austin. “Ozzie?”

“My nick.” He murmured, scratching the back of his head before slipping his hands into his pockets. Tray had came walking out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his black jacket. Dal and Tray were wearing matching outfits. They were both wearing white shirts, a black jacket that was unzipped, with some black baggy cargo pants.

“Ey, ‘sup Lana.” Tray greeted her, both of them pumping each other. Lana smiled, glad that Tray seemed to be just fine, considering their circumstanc

“Oh yeah Lana,” Dal started, her attention snapping over to his, “we finna pick some other people up if that’s cool with you.”

“Yeah sure, I don’t mind.” She shrugged.

“Alright, cool… cause we’re gonna pick up this other chic.” He said, clasping his hands together lazily. “Pickin’ her up is part of the deal y’know?” He gently punched Austin’s shoulder before walking past him to leave the house with Tray following behind, who too, punched Austin’s shoulder gently.

That was a sort of greeting that told Lana that the twins had already accepted Austin as some sort of family. Austin followed them obediently, with Lana going after them like a dog. “Oh yeah Ozzie,” Tray looked back at Austin as the four of them were walking down the stairs, “you look like a motherfucker straight out of The Outsiders.”

“Yeah man, you look like a greaser.” Dal laughed, nodding his head as he grabbed the key fob to the car out of his pocket.

“Which one? Two-Bit?”

Tray shook his head. “Nah bruh, you look like uh.. Sodapop the really handsome dude.”

“No he don’t.” Dal disagreed respectfully.

Lana could see that the car the trio was heading towards was an old Chevy Impala like Austin had speculated. He must’ve went to multiple deals with them then. She thought to herself, her eyes focused on the blonde who remained quiet.

“Ozzie looks like… that Johnny kid, the kid who dies y’know? He’s got a baby face like Ozzie here.” Dal finished. Unlocking the car, Austin opened the door to the back seats, and he got in first to sit to the far left, while Lana sat on the far right, leaving the middle seat empty. Tray in the drivers side, and Dal in the passengers side.

—

Austin looked out the window when Tray pulled up to an empty motel. “What are we? Picking up a prosti…” He trailed off once he could see a woman making her way towards the Impala. Lana poked her head out from Austin’s shoulder, who was know unbuckling his seatbelt to scoot in the middle, then buckled his seatbelt once again.

The door swung open, and a woman in a short skirt, a crop top, who looked like she had just given head to an old man, leaned down to look in the car. “Get in, Alice.” Tray said calmly, and Alice blinked her siren eyes, staring at Austin for a moment before sitting beside him.

“Hi.” She smiled at Austin and Lana, who were looking at her with bewildered expressions. Austin had his brows furrowed with a sneer, and Lana was sitting there with her wide eyes. Turning to look over at Tray, she had wrapped her arms around his neck from behind the seat. “Tray when are we gonna go see Derek.” She whined.

“Soon, why the hell do you think we came to pick you up.” He muttered, pushing her arms away once he started the car again.

Austin blinked his eyes, looking at Tray. “Remind me, why’re we picking up a prostitute.” He asked, confused. “We’re not gonna have an orgy right?”

“No!” Dal laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry for the rudeness Alice, but that there is Austin.” Dal turned to point towards the blonde, who looked at Alice with a smile. “The other is Lana, they’re both family, so don’t worry ‘bout em. They don’t mean any harm.” He assured her.

“An orgy wouldn’t sound so bad.” Alice shrugged when she looked at Austin again.

“He’s in high school, Alice.” Tray said protectively, his eyes visible in the rear view mirror.

“Oh, my bad.” Alice cringed then looked at Lana. “How’d you four meet?” She asked, her eyes examining all of them.

“Rehab.” Lana pointed to Austin, then she pointed to Dal and Tray. “I wanted to get drugs.”

“I see,”

“How’d you meet Dal and Tray?” Austin asked Alice.

“Drugs.” She smiled, and Lana smiled as well. The two of them nodded their heads and Austin sighed, sitting in the middle with a poker face.

—

Tray had pulled into a apartment complex. He was parked outside in the lot, and he had looked out the window with Dal. “I see em, wait here.” Dal told Tray, and Tray nodded in agreement. Dal popped the door of the Impala open, walked out, then shut the door. Lana, Austin, and Alice had watched Dal for a moment before looking away.

Dal walked down the side of the garages, there was a man with a baggy Hockey jersey on, he had a snapback, with frizzy hair. A face that looked like it needed to be shaved as well. Dal had his hands in his pockets when he stood in front of the man. “What’s good, Kyle.” They both shook each other’s hand.

“Did you bring Alice?” Kyle asked.

“Yeah bruv, I brought her.”

“Good- you know how much she means to me.”

“Yeah man, I know.” Dal nodded his head, glancing back at the Impala before looking at Kyle. “Listen bro, we got the money, is King ready to see us?” He asked.

“Yeah, King’s ready. Go get Tray and I’ll take you to him.” Kyle nodded his head.

As the four of them sat in the car, Tray heard the passenger door pop back open. Dal had just lit a cigarette and he was leaning down. “Aye c’mon Tray, Kyle says he’s ready.”

“Slick.” Tray smiled. He turned to look at the glove box, and grabbed the lever to open it. Pulling the glove box down, he grabbed a stack of money, then shut the glove box. “Aye listen, Ozzie, Lana, and Alice, you three behave aight? Dal and I don’t want any trouble.” He ordered.

“Yeah we got it.” Austin said for all three of them.

“Shit man, just stay quiet aight?”

“Yessir.” Lana and Austin said, as Alice had grabbed a cigarette out of her purse to smoke. Tray opened the door, walking out of the car. He had left the three of them alone in the car, and Austin sighed. His eyes looking over at Alice as she rolled the window down to smoke. Lana as well rolled her window down, they didn’t want to create a heat box.

Dal, Tray, and Kyle were walking towards the apartment building that was on the second floor. Kyle had opened the door, and poked his head in. “I brought them!” Kyle shouted, and he looked over at Dal and Tray, allowing them to come in. Dal was the first to walk in, with Tray following close behind. Dal could see King sitting in the kitchen with a Glock in his hand.

There was a loose toothpick in his mouth that he was chewing on. It was most likely a cinnamon toothpick, which- those did actually taste very good. At least, to Dal they tasted good. Tray’s opinion on them was very mixed.

Beside King, was Kolton. He was young like Dal, but a bit younger. Kolton was at least 18 years old, and had gotten into the drug business by the age of 9. From what Dal knew about Kolton, he was rather nice to people who weren’t involved in this type of life. However, if someone was involved, he would be a total dickhead. Kolton was wearing a white tank top with some gray cargo shorts, with a gold chain. He had black frizzy hair. King had a black tank top on, a silver chain, and some black cargo shorts. The two of them both were wearing work boots.

Kolton was holding a Glock as well, and he stood still beside King. Who got up to walk over to Dal and Tray. “Hello boys.” He smiled, patting their backs. Dal smiled, and so did Tray. Dal looked into the living room of the apartment, they could see an old lady sitting in a wheelchair, with a cat sleeping on her lap. Her hand had been stroking the cat’s head between the ears.

“Hey King,” Dal smiled.

“You already know the drill.” King stepped back. Dal and Tray had both pressed their backs against the wall, lifted their arms up into the air and slightly spread their legs apart. Kolton had walked over to them, patting Tray down first. He could feel something thick in the pocket of Tray’s cargo pants. He had reached into the pocket, pulling out five stacks of 100s, he showed it too King, and King nodded. Letting Kolton put the stacks back into Tray’s pockets, then he pat Dal down first. He felt nothing but a cigarette box, and heard some car keys jingle.

Dal and Tray had pulled away from the wall, standing beside each other, they were told to walk towards the kitchen. They looked over into the little pantry closet, and could see a table inside, a man holding a rifle, and a suitcase that was in front of the table. Dal and Tray both knew who it was, his name was Kayden. He was quiet, didn’t say much. Dal thought back to himself. Have I even heard him speak?

“Did you bring anyone else?” King asked Dal.

“No,” Dal lied. Usually whenever Dal went to go do a deal with King. King never checked the car, but for some reason, King seemed to be a bit tight on the ropes.

“You ain’t fuckin’ lyin’ to me right Dal?” King pressed the nose of the Glock against Dal’s ribs.

And Dal calmly shook his head. “Nah sir, I ain’t lyin’ to you.” He said calmly. “What’s up with you? You’re never this on edge.” Dal commented.

“Some bitch snitched us out!” King snapped at Dal, who stared with slight wide eyes. “The police came by yesterday, thank god for Kolton’s quick thinking, we were able to get rid of the drugs.”

“Oh…” Dal murmured, shaking his head. “Well King, I can promise you it wun’t us who snitched-“

“That don’t meat shit to me Dal!” King cut him off. He pressed the gun to the side of Dal’s neck. Dal kept his calm, keeping eye contact with King. “Give me your keys,” and Dal knew that the car was going to be searched. Shit. He bit his lower lip, but slowly reached into his pocket, taking the key fob out, and handed it to King who had held his hand out to take the car keys.

Kolton and Kayden both walked to King’s side, and King handed them the keys. Kolton and King walked out of the house.

While all of this was happening, Alice had been acting like a lunatic, at leas to Lana’s standards. Lana knew that this was a drug deal, and so did Austin. They were in the middle of this apartment, at 9PM at night, and most likely because of how ghetto the neighborhood was. The police could’ve showed up at any time for patrol.

Alice had taken out a small makeup box out of her purse, and she flipped it open. Inside the box was a needle, a spoon, and a bag of white powder. Lana and Austin both knew what it was, and nervousness hit them both like a truck. “Aye aye- Alice what the fuck are you doing?” She asked, leaning over Austin, who was leaning back to give Alice some space.

“What? It’s just heroin.” She smiled.

“Yeah no shit it’s just heroin. But why the fuck are you doing that here?”



“C’mon girlie, it’s fine.” She wasn’t even taking heroin but she was sounding high out of her mind.

“I don’t think doing heroin in the car-“ Lana looked out the window, seeing nobody, then looked at Alice, “-is a good fuckin’ idea! I mean, Austin is right beside you! Your fuckin’ needle could have STDs or some shit.”

“I don’t have STDs, Lana.” Alice grabbed the little baggie with white powder. She grabbed the spoon, open the bagged, and poured the powder onto the spoon. Then she grabbed the lighter, heating up the spoon from underneath. Austin gulped, scooting so far back that he was practically squishing Lana against the door.

“Jesus Christ Austin, give me some room here buddy I can barely breathe-“ Lana gasped, feeling Austin’s body scoot further back against her body, “-I’m serious dude give me some room.”

“I can’t, Clark.” Austin looked back at her. He pointed to Alice who had now held her leg up. Her leg was on Austin’s knee, spreading her legs a bit. Lana and Austin both looked at Alice, seeing how she was wearing no panties from underneath her pink skirt. Austin looked up at the ceiling of the car, not wanting to intrude on what she was doing.

Lana’s jaw dropped in bewilderment. She had seen people do heroin sure, but she never saw people put heroin in their ass or inner thigh. “Dude, put that shit away bro.” Lana said without even thinking. She was disgusted but at the same time she was genuinely intrigued. It was like those videos were people pick out in grown hair or pop a zit, it’s disgusting, but she just couldn’t stop looking.

“Lana bear calm down, it’s just heroin.” Alice giggled like a school girl, and Lana watched as the needle had entered into her lower thigh, and for some reason Alice had let out a soft moan at the feeling of the needle.

“What the fuck- are you a masochist or something bro- put your crotch away man, nobody wants to see that loose hole of yours.” Lana looked out the window, groaning from frustration. No way my life has came to this. She thought to herself. She glanced back at Austin who kept staring up at the ceiling, she could see his Adam’s apple move from gulping down his saliva.

Suddenly, the door behind her popped open. “What the fu-“ She fell out of the car, her head hitting the asphalt first. She could feel a hand grab the back of her shirt, lifting her up onto her feet. “Woah bro- dude chill.” Lana said, and Austin stepped out the car. Lana was looking straight, she hadn’t known who was holding her from behind.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Dude I don’t even know.” She chuckled to herself, and she could see the man across the car help Alice up.

“What the fuck are you doing heroin at a drug deal, what are you a hooker?” The man sounded confused when he took the needle out of Alice’s inner thigh. A face of disgust, then he shut the door of the car.

“C’mon you three,” Lana could hear the voice behind her say. Austin was the first one to walk forward, sighing as he kept his hands in the air.

Dal could see the door open, he was greeted with Lana, Austin, then Alice. “I thought you said there was nobody in the god damn car, Dal!” King leapt onto Dal’s case. Tray kept quiet, watching the three of them. “What the fuck were you thinking bringing three people to a deal? Three people who I don’t even know huh Dal? Who the fuck are these people?!”

“They’re trustworthy King, believe me. Ozzie and Lana are like family to me.” Dal kept his calm tone, his dazed eyes blinking. Tray glared at King, and Kolton had thrown Lana to the wall, with Austin standing beside her. Alice stood beside Tray, the five of them were lined up against the walls.

“Nah, nah nah,” King chuckled, “I don’t believe you. Not after that stupid ass fuckin’ accident!” He shouted at Dal. His face was only a few inches away from Dal, but Dal kept his calm demeanor. “Strip, all of you!”

“What- wait,” Dal blinked his eyes in confusion, “why are we stripping-“

“You might have a wire.”

“King you’ve known me for two years, what the fuck would I have a wire for?” Dal growled. Tray had taken off his jacket by now, and grabbed the hem of his shirt to take off.

“You gonna strip or are you gonna die?!” King pointed the Glock to Dal’s head again. And Dal glared at King, nibbling on his lower lip before taking his jacket off. He grabbed his shirt and threw it onto the ground. King looked at Alice, “you too, princess.” He snapped.

Austin and Lana both stood behind King, their body pressed against the wall. They were both in high school, and weren’t willing to strip purely because they felt uncomfortable. They didn’t even move a single time, just kept staring at King as he was too focused on Dal, Tray, and Alice.

King pointed the Glock to Kyle after, “you too Kyle! You strip!”

“I work for-“ King banged the grip of the Glock onto Kyle’s face. Bruising his eye.

“I don’t give a damn, strip.” King growled. “The only trust worthy ones here is Kolton and Kayden.” King grabbed the chair from the kitchen table. Kyle obediently listened to King, he unbuckled his belt that was holding his denim jeans together. King turned around to face Austin and Lana, who had kept quiet the whole time. He stood there for a moment, processing the fact that they hadn’t moved a muscle, they just kept staring at King. Lana had wide eyes, but Austin blinked slowly, a relaxed expression on his face. “Did you not hear me? I said strip.” King snapped.

Lana gulped her fear down, “I’m- I’m in- we’re in high—“ she felt King grab the hem of her shirt, pulling her towards his face.

“In high school? You two are in fuckin’ high school? Yeah that’s some bullshit excuse, I bet you’re a god damn hooker eh.” King pointed the nose of the Glock to Lana’s throat.

“No I’m seriously in high school I can show you my-“ She was thrown to the side away from the wall.

King looked at Austin, keeping the nose of the gun pressed against Lana’s side. While Kolton had been pointing his Glock to Austin’s head. “You…” He began, glaring at Austin. His eyes were checking the high schooler out. “You look like you belong on the Disney Channel, you don’t have to strip. You actually look like a High Schooler.”

“Uh… thanks…” Austin raised a brow, confused.

King turned to look over at Lana. “And since you’re too uncomfortable to strip, you’re coming with me.” He kept a tight grip around her arm, dragging her to the bathroom. Austin looked over at Alice, who was sitting on the ground with her top off, and her skirt lifted up.

Kolton pointed the Glock towards all of them. “Go to the kitchen, all of you.” He ordered, and Dal, Tray, Austin, and Alice walked towards the kitchen. Tray stood beside Kyle, Dal beside Tray, Alice beside Dal, and Austin beside Alice. Dal and Tray had both been covering their crotch, and Kyle seemed casual. Just letting it hang. Go you I guess. Austin thought to himself as he was staring at the wall.

Kolton walked towards Austin, his brow raised as he kept the Glock pointed to Austin’s ribs. He tilted his head as he was studying the blonde. “You do look like a high schooler…” Kolton murmured, leaning back to get a better look.

“Uh- thanks, I guess?” Austin murmured in a confused tone.

Dal blinked, looking at all five of them before looking at Kolton. “Aye Kolton, that chic is a high schooler-“

Kolton glared at Dal. “High schooler my god damn ass! She looks like a hooker!”

“Hookers don’t wear flannels you idiot!” Dal countered, only to be greeted with a punch across his face with the nose of the Glock.

“Shut the fuck up, Dal.”

Austin stood still, thinking to himself for a moment for a moment. Dal did bring up a good point. Hookers didn’t wear flannels. Lana’s hair was messy as hell, she was wearing a flannel that was too big for her because it belonged to Austin. She was also wearing sweatpants as well. She looked like a hobo if Austin as being honest with himself.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom Lana was against the wall. With King pointing the Glock towards her. “Where’s your ID?” He asked her, and she pointed to the pocket of her sweats. He reached inside, taking out her wallet. Opened it up, and he saw the ID. Lana Clark, age 17. “Alright, here.” He gave the wallet back to Lana, and she put it in her pocket. “C’mon you.” Grabbing her arm, he dragged her out the bathroom.

Dude could’ve literally asked for my wallet out there why the fuck would he do it in the bathroom. She thought to herself, her eyes squinted in confusion.

Austin could see Lana appear out from the hall. Still being dragged by King, who had thrown her in beside Austin. Her side hit him, which caused him to slightly stumble, but he was still careful to not hit Alice. To which he knew, she was high out of her god damn mind. She looked completely out of it. She was leaning back on the wall, naked, staring at the wall with teary eyes, and messy brunette hair.

King breathed, looking at Kolton. “Kolton, they didn’t fuck around did they?”

“No sir, they didn’t.” Kolton shook his head. King smiled and walked towards the old woman in the living room who looked like their grandmother. King leaned down to whisper something into her ear. She looked up at him, telling him something quietly, and he nodded his head.

King walked back in the kitchen, pointing to Dal. “Dal, Grandma wants to talk to you.”

“Shit, alright.” Dal breathed, walking towards the grandmother in the living room. Lana raised a brow. Wait you’re telling me the Grandma is in charge? That’s pretty hard not gonna lie. She tried her best not to smile, but she was impressed. The fact that some old woman, who looked paralyzed, was in charge, and respected by King? That was impressive.

“Hello Dal,” The old woman said, looking up at him. Dal had kept his hands over his crotch.

“Hello Ms. Tran.” Dal looked over at the grandma. She had motioned for him to lean down, to which he did. He crouched down beside her wheelchair. “Yes ma’am?” He asked.

“Dal, I’ve known you for a long time. Since you first got into the business.”

“Yes ma’am, I know.” He nodded.

She smiled, patting his shoulder. In a sweet grandmotherly like tone, she spoke to him. “What the hell were you thinking bringing people who I don’t know along, when there we got raided not even a week ago hm?”

“Yes ma’am, I apologize for that.” He dipped his head respectfully. “But ma’am, I can promise you that they’re trustworthy.”

“Why should I trust someone who brings a high school student to a drug deal?” She asked him, looking at him curiously.

“Well, you see ma’am. I trust ‘em both. Austin, the blonde one- his brother was Alan, and as you know, he passed away.”

“Ah yes,” Ms. Tran nodded solemnly. “It’s a shame Alan passed away.”

“Yes, very.” Dal agreed sadly, “But, Austin got kicked out of his house. So he lives with me, and he’s also a business partner.” He explained. “For Lana, the one in the flannel with an attitude. I’ve known her for awhile ma’am, she’s like family.”

“So you trust them both, one hundred percent right?” She asked.

“Yes ma’am, I trust them both.” He narrowed his eyes, nodding firmly. “Even Tray trusts ‘em.”

“I see,” Ms. Tran breathed, nodding her head, “alright, tell King to proceed with the deal.”

“Just one question ma’am,”

“Yes Dal?”

“May we get dressed?”

Dal was standing in front of Kayden who had been sitting on the chair with his legs up on the table. He was holding the STG-44 close to his torso, glaring at Dal who had been waiting with his arms folded. Behind him was Tray, Austin, and Lana. Who had been watching the whole time quietly.

King had rolled in Ms. Tran who had been holding a suitcase, she put it down on the table, and then turned around to face the group. “You got the money Dal?” She asked him.

“Yes ma’am I do.” He looked over at Tray, who had reached into his pockets to take out the stacks of money. Dal took the stacks and put them down on the table. Kayden leaned forward to get the stacks, counting them up before nodding his head to Ms. Tran.

She had grabbed the suitcase and opened it, turning it over so it could face Dal. Lana poked her head out of Austin’s shoulder, seeing that the suitcase had at least three pounds of weed, and was filled with pill bottles. Dal nodded his head, taking the suitcase and shutting it closed. He looked over at Austin, who had leaned forward to pick up the suitcase, then turned around to hand it to Tray, who held it in his hands.

“Don’t forget, fourteen percent.” Ms. Tran pointed to Dal.

“Yeah, of course.” Dal nodded his head. “Thank you for your time Ms. Tran.” Dal, Tray, and Austin had dipped their heads in thanks, then they had left the little closet. With Lana waving bye to Ms. Tran, and the four of them left.

“Lana when do you have to get home?” Tray asked as they walked back to the car.

“Eleven.” She answered calmly. And Tray gave a nod, looking over at Austin who had was walking the furthest behind. They had left Alice with Kyle. When the four of them had left the house, Alice was already on top of Kyle having her fun. Which was fine to them, but Lana was curious how having sex would be like when high on heroin.

Austin opened the back door of the Impala for Lana, who sat down in the middle, refused to sit where Alice sat, and Austin had sat down beside her. Tray had thrown the suitcase into the trunk of the Impala, then went to the drivers side.

While Tray had been driving, Lana had been freaking out. “Man, did you see that guy? What was his name? King? I thought he was the leader but dude was working for the woman in the wheelchair?” She exclaimed, genuinely impressed and amazed that Ms. Tran was even in charge. “Who woulda thought that an old little woman would’a been the leader!” She laughed.

“Lana shut the fuck up!” Dal snapped at her. “You’re pissin’ me off man! We could’a died and you’re over there laughing?”

“Aw c’mon Dal,” Austin piped up, “you gotta admit, that goes pretty hard.” He defended Lana. “I mean, that’s pretty badass. How many old women do you know that is the leader of a gang.” He asked.

Dal chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Just Ms. Tran.” He smiled, glancing back at them to look at them both. “Ozzie, you finna drop Lana off right?”



“Yeah, I’ll drop Clark off.” He nodded his head, and Dal smiled.

“Get her mother something, Ozzie.” Tray glanced at the rear view mirror.

“Yes sir.”

—

Lana was leaning back in the Corvette, and Austin was holding a bouquet of flowers. Austin drove passed Tori’s house again and could see the Integra that was still parked out in her driveway. She could see that it was just the Firebird and Teggy, indicating that her parents weren’t home. “Ashton has been at Tori’s place the whole day.”

Austin glanced at Tori’s house. Popping a bubble from the gum he was chewing on. “Yeah, Sanchez’ parents aren’t home.” He shrugged. “It’s their anniversary or sum’n but it’s not like they’ll spend it together.”

“What? How’d you know that?”

“I go to her house a lot.” He informed. Lana was surprised by this. She has known that Tori and Austin had grown close over the first month of school. But she had no idea that he went to her house. Kind of odd, considering how Tori was a blabber mouth. She figured Tori would tell her about it but Tori kept quiet. Maybe for Ashton.

“Why?” Lana asked.

“I go to her house to fix her dad’s work truck.” He glanced at her, smiling a bit. “Her dad likes me. So does her mother.” He murmured.

“Does Ashton know?”

“No. I sneak around. Basically.”

Lana smiled at his answer. Nodding her head when she saw Austin down shift into second gear. “Bro you sound like a god damn side hoe.”

“Thank you.” He chuckled lowly as he was pulling up to Lana’s place. He parked the car in the driveway, Lana popped the door open and she could see him hold the bouquet of flowers, walking towards the front door with Austin by her side.

He gave Mrs. Clark the flowers, and she had complimented his looks. Then had left to go make dinner for Lana. Just before he could leave, he had been leaning on the doorframe with a smirk on his face. Popping a bubble from the gum he was chewing on. “I’ll probably go to Sanchez’ place since she needs me for somethin.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket.

“You ain’t doin’ the doggy with her are you?”

“Nah man, I ain’t like that.” He shook his head, lowering his head for a moment to look at his boots then at Lana. “I’ll cya tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah of course.” She smiled, and they both gave each other a bear hug. He smelled like his car, which had the smelled like Dal, and Dal smelled like fruit loops. Why? Because Dal and Tray were always eating fruit loops.

“Cya man.” He quickly ruffled Lana’s hair, turning his back on her to walk back to his car. She watched him enter the car and turn the engine on. The chop and blowps that came from the engine and exhaust of the Corvette was music to her ears.

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Oookay, so. I've finally got over my inexplicable embarrassment, accepted that this is my house, and so it's time for...

Full Trin Profile

(going to break up the different sections with random Trin photos, because a) it prevents massive text wall, and b) I'll take any excuse to make people Look At Her)

Basic introduction

Name: Trinity Elloise Gant

Nicknames: Trin (in almost all circumstances), Trini (to specific individuals who knew her when she was younger)

Age varies because my timeline is long and convoluted enough to span 4-5 generations. Born in 2275. In game in 76, she's in her early twenties

Birthday: 16th July

Gender: Cis female (I think?)

Orientation: Aroace and firmly not interested in anything at all relationship-wise. She's a dedicated single pringle

Backstory (short version): Trin is the child of one Cipher parent and one parent raised in the California BoS. She spent time living among both of these factions whilst growing up, and also spent a lot of time on the road travelling with her family. She never felt that she truly fitted in with either of the two groups that raised her (the Brotherhood side would think of her as 'the Cipher kid', and vice versa), and so as soon as she was deemed old enough to travel independently, she headed out as far as she dared away from all links to her past and tried to make a fresh start for herself in West Virginia. After living there for around six months to a year, she was exposed to the Scorched Plague juuust before she became aware of the Nuka Cola vaccine. Whoops

Appearance

General: She's somewhere around 5'6-5'8, and kind of similar to JJ in overall build (which is Long with disproportionately long legs- though hers aren't as glaringly out of proportion as his). Pale AF

Hair: Black and naturally straight and thin. For most of her life, she's just kept it cut uniformly short and not made any special attempts to style it. Recently in game she allowed Beckett to shave half of her head and currently enjoys the change

Eyes: Dark brown. Once had her sclera turn yellow thanks to Scorchery

Distinguishing marks: She has both earlobes and one nostril pierced, but doesn't always wear jewelry there. Has a large scar across her cheekbones, also thanks to Scorchery

Clothing style: Conflicting styles, often colourful, and overall pretty confused-looking. She just wears what she likes the look of, with zero damns given. Doesn't intentionally dress to stand out, but some of her clothing choices end up having that effect

Fallout stats

S3 P7 E3 C4 I9 A8 L6

NV-style skills: Energy Weapons, Repair, Science, Survival

Full perk card setup in 76 (note: a lot of what's here is not canon for her):

A fully canon-compatible version of her would also need to have a perk/trait for her particular flavour of Scorchedness. Possible effects would include Scorched sometimes not being hostile towards her (especially if it's only one or two in an area rather than a big group), some level of resistance to radiation and toxins, and increases in AP, running speed, and maybe aggression (if she was a companion, which is the lens I planned this perk/trait out through) in the Cranberry Bog

Weapon preference: Electrified, energy or otherwise mechanical melee weapons. Examples she's used are shocking batons, shishkebabs, drills, and a plasma cutter that was her only weapon for about 50 levels of gameplay

Companions: Well, 76 doesn't exactly have that mechanic, but I consider Sofia, Beckett and Kayli (OC CAMP ally who's her childhood friend from Lost Hills) to occasionally accompany her on adventures. The closest thing she has to a true companion in the Fallout sense would be her cat, Juliet

Views on factions

Brotherhood of Steel: Her thoughts do vary from chapter to chapter, and there are definitley individuals within the BoS that she admires greatly, but in general, she's not a fan of their whole shebang. She was actually pleasantly surprised to be given the unique title of Knight-Errant in recognition of her other ties outside the Brotherhood, but she still never uses it outside of necessity

Ciphers: She has great respect for them and their dedication to their way of life, and feels like she'll never be good enough to be of much use or truly fit in with them. Almost intimidated by some individuals (*cough* Vari *cough*) in a very imposter syndrome-y way

Cult of the Mothman, Children of Atom: She's absolutely fascinated by these guys, but hasn't found them very approachable or open to questions...

Rust Eagles: Again, she finds them interesting, but there's a layer of suspicion as to their true intentions and long-term goals

Blue Ridge Caravan: No strong opinion on the company itself, but she's very intrigued by certain individuals. At one point, she was considering joining them as a caravan guard

Crater Raiders, Settlers: Oddly enough, her opinion on each is similar. She'll help them out when she runs into them and just sees them as people trying to get by. Nopes right on out of there whenever there's conflict between the two

Blood Eagles, Caesar's Legion, Enclave: Bad bad bad. 0/10. Avoid

[pricescigar]

What if Elvira survived Solovetsky?

@adlerboi 's OC Mary Peterson, mentioned once more

The Final Count Down. . .

"Is everyone ready for this?" Adler asked the others, the set of cars was driving their away to the base. This man had been chasing down Perseus, for as long as he could remember; More specifically since the Vietnam War, he has been on a long lasting man hunt. And now, all of that is coming to an end.

"Ready as we'll ever be." Elvira said confidentially to Adler, holding her gun firmly. This was the team where they would get their revenge, their justice and to rescue the whole of Europe for the greater good.

"We'll be at the other side, just get the job done you lot." Mary spoke over the radio, going the opposite direction with her Doomsday team.

"Great, let's get Perseus off the air." Adler says to his team, as a missile shot through the air. Shooting through the sky, striking at the communications. As it exploded, a bright light formed in the sky.

"Schiesse..." Elvira covered her eyes with her arm, the light died down and a huge gust of wind struck the cars.

"Haha! That's how we do it!" Woods said, the cars regained control of driving as they approached to the Base.

"Take down the towers!" Elvira said to the others, aiming her weapon shooting them down as the cars passed on by. The entrance of the base blown out, leaving a huge hole. The cars stopped as they all jumped out, running into the base.

"Take out those anti aircrafts everyone! We don't have much time!" Hudson said over the radio. There were many mounted anti aircafts, that had to be destroyed before all would be too late.

"I will! I have the C4's with me, cover me while I do so!" Elvria said as she lead the way, shooting down the enemies as she made way to the first Anti aircraft.

"Everyone cover Wolff!" Adler ordered as they shot the incoming enemies, the first Anti Aircraft was down and so was the second one.

Adler and Wolff fought their way through the graveyard, fighting their way to the last anti aircraft. Time was running out, the team alone had thirty seconds left. The Doomsday team were dead, except for Mary herself who was fighting with her life in order for this final mission to be successful.

"Guys come on! Not much long left! Hurty up!" Hudson said over the Radio, Elvira shot the last two men. As she planted the C4 on the Aircraft, moving away pressing the detonator. The last Aircraft was in process of debris, and nothing more.

"Missiles incoming get to cover!" Adler said to them seeing a group of planes coming, missiels got relawed onto the base as they exploded everywhere on the ground.

Everyone's ears were ringing in such pain, it was difficult to even hear anyone. The fire spreaded around the base like such wild fire, it was far too dangerous to remain here. Adler coughed from all the fire that was spreading, and all of the smoke that surrounded the team. All but who was missing, was no other than Wolff.

"Is everyone ok? No one is injured?" Adler asked, brushing the bunch of debris off his outfit looking at them. Though something was wrong, he could tell as he aimlessly looked around the base. "Where's Wolff?" He asked looking at the others, there was a slight of worry in his tone of voice.

Mary managed to catch up with the others, seeing that they was standing there doing nothing. She felt the content and happiness, that all of this was finally over. Though when she saw the reactions on their faces, her happiness easily faded. "Whats happening...? Where's Elvira? Where is she?" She demeaned.

Adler knew that he couldn't leave Wolff here to die, wherever she was. They had to look for her regardless, they didn't know what kidk of condition she was in, so they had to look for her quickly. He looked at everyone else seriously, before he then spoke to them. "Everyone look for Wolff, we're not leaving here until we do." He walked away as he began to search himself, as all the others did with a slight rush.

Woods was searching through the many debris, easily moving them away. Looking for her aimlessly. He wasn't going going to give up, until they had find her. Endlessly searching for her, he recognised something deep into the debri. That oddly looked familiar to him, yet he couldn't make it out on what it was. He dug his hand down and he recognised the engraving, his dogtag. The same dogtag  that he had given to Elvira, in the midst of all of this. He came to the immediate realisation, and  removed all the debris in the rush and he had found her. Wolff was buried deep into the debris, brutally injured a few of the debris was stained with her blood. He grabbed her body and lifted it up from the debris.

"Shit... Shit, no, no please don't do this to me Wolff..." Woods looked down to her, as he held her body turning to Adler. "Adler! I found her!" He shouted, to get everyone's attention.

Elvira's eyes slowly opened, hearing many voices. Her body was screaming in pain, the many muscles contracting on pain. Her eyes darted around a little in confusion, the many fire pits around the island. In fire and smoke, she tried her best to keep her eyes open if it was possible.

Adler turned to where Woods voice was heard, as his eyes widened under his glasses as he rushed over to him. The others caught attention too, as they rushed over too with Woods.

"She's alive! She doesn't look too great, but she's conscious!" Sims pointed out, her life was on the line now. Everyone looked over to Elvira, who remained in Woods' arms. Unable to move, due to the excruciating pain she endured.

"Prepare for exfil immediately! We can't loose her." Adler looked down at her, he assisted Woods in stopping the blood before the emergency exfil would collect them.

The hours passed in returning back to America, the whole team working together to keep Elvira awake. To reduce the risk of losing her, with any wounds she had. Sim worked on them, determined to keep her alive. Everyone else being there for support, Woods hand remaining over hers. Eventually arriving back to America, where Elvira was rushed go the emergency room. Which left the others to helplessly wait, which was enduring and long enough. Along with the many thoughts and what if's running through their mind helplessly. To pass that infinite time, anyone esle who had injuries. They was tended to as well, luckily no one else had severe injuries. Their own worries still turned to Wolff.

A doctor finally approached over to them, and in sync their heads turned to where the doctor stood. It was a matter of good, or bad news. And the team alone, was prepared for any kind of news they was going to get.

"Well?" Adler finally asked him, addressing the Elephant in the room. Looking over to the doctor. The question alone, and demanding for an answer immediately. It was quite urgent enough. And to which he was also beginning to get a bit impatient with waiting.

"Wolff had endures many injuries, but we managed to save her... She'll be under heavy observation. But she'll be ok." The doctor replied reassuringly.

Everyone was so relieved of the great news, their sighs of relief and content. Knowing their little agent would be ok. It was clear everyone was scared that they was going to lose her, but the Wolff stubborn as ever. Held on and on, to ensure of her survival.

"Can I see her?" Woods asked, looking up to the doctor. Ever since he let go of her hand to go to the surgery room, all he ever wanted was to still hold her hand. There was some form of guilt remaining in his features, as he promised to not let go of his hand.

"Oh, of course. I mean all of you can, but please one visitor at a time. Ok?" The doctor spoke in a serious tone, looking at everyone. Judging by everyone's silence, they were of course dissapointed. By the fact simply that not everyone,  could see her at the same time. But gradually they would eventually, although the group knew. Elvira meant to Woods more than anything, anything in the whole wide world.

Elvira's eyes slowly opened, her whole body was numb. Due to the amount of morphine that was infected into her, to ease the screaming pain of what her body had endure. Her eyes briefly closing again a little, trying to get comfortable. Before her hands intertwined with someone else's. She held onto their hand, with the last bit of strength she had left. Opening her eyes once more, looking over briefly to who was holding her hand. The scent of their aftershave that was so familiar

"Frank..." Elvira whispered softly, as she looked at him. A weak smile appearing on her features, moving a little which made her groan in pain. Stopping herself from moving her body, to reduce the increasing pain in her body.

"Don't move too much you've been injured badly, shit... I thought. I just thought you wouldn't make it..." Frank said softly, running his fingers through her curls gently with his free hand. Deeply terrified that he was going to lose her, but to see her ok and in the hospital. It almost felt unreal to him.

"The missiles... Solovetsky... Fuck." Elvira muttered, holding onto Woods' hand tightly. Feeling utterly exhausted, with all of her old wounds opened previously after being tortured. Her life was truly on the line.

"But we won Elvira, we won." Frank said kissing her hand gently multiple times, he didn't want to let her go, or out of his sight anymore.Sitting ever so closely to her,  he laid his head gently on her chest. God, he was so close to crying, he never felt so scared in his life.

"I'm glad that we won..." Elvira said, feeling his head lay on her chest. Putting her arms around him gently, occasionally giving him the affection he needed in reassurance. Running her fingers through his hair gently, just letting him relax.

"When you're better... I can you to anywhere you want for our date, anywhere you can think of. I will go with you, as long as I'm beside you... That's all that matters." Frank said to her promisingly.

"I'll think long and hard then, but still. As long as I am with you my love, then I'm happy either way." Elvira spoke softly, keeping him in her arms. The medicine taking effect, which made her slowly fall asleep with her holding Frank in his arms. Safely and content.

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Some questions from that ask meme for any of your OCs: A1, C4, E5, J5 aaaand N2? :)

Let's go with Bearach, it's been forever since he got any attention!

A1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? Bearach is actually a firm believer in having to practice and hone your abilities and skills, and as such all the things he’s been doing since waking from the dream (studying tactics, fighting with his greatsword, etc) he doesn’t think are just natural talents!

C4. what is their major comfort food? why? Simple, hearty things, like a fresh, warm baked loaf of dark bread and some cheese and butter. Easy to eat, but filling.

E5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own? He lets other people figure it out, and very few people have the chance to see his real personality even then. He’s usually so wrapped up in his commander persona that that is all people know about him. They think he’s cold, stoic, sees things in only black and white. And to a degree, that’s all true. But there’s more if you really really get to know him.

J5. what brings them the most joy in the world? For a long time there wasn’t anything. But then he met @duskroots' Finnas and he started to get a lot more joy out of life, little by little. Finnas is still the bright spot for him, and that’s never going to change.

N2. what have they never done that they want to do? There’s tons of simple, everyday things Bearach has never had the chance to do that he would love to try. Like making his own bread, growing flowers, playing some group sport. Just small things a life-long commander never has the time for.

[sleptwithinthesun]

sort of a continuation of my last oc fic. like. kind of but not really. idk. it's the same day and everything, just a different pov (sol's, actually!) it's.... pretty much just angst lol. no snz unfortunately, just characters and dynamics and ye

anyway!! enjoy 1.4K :)

"Q?"

Sol's fist hovers above the wood of Q's door, painted a deep purple with swirling nebulae and bursts of stars, entire galaxies seemingly ripped straight from the night sky and pasted onto his door. Q had spent days on it after they moved in, and every time Sol went up to the second floor, it came together a little more. It's gorgeous, really, and she keeps forgetting to sketch out the design that she wants on her own door so Q can paint it for her.

Tentatively, she knocks on the door, and when it yields no response, she does it again, but louder. "Q?" she calls.

Nothing. 

"Q, I'm coming in," she warns, and then she wraps her fingers around the knob and twists. Predictably, there's no resistance from the lock, and Sol peeks into Q's room, squinting cautiously into the darkness. The thick blackout curtains are drawn, all of the lights are off, and only if she really tries, she can pick out a nest of blankets on the bed that must contain Q. The room smells of paper and acrylic paint, and Sol takes careful steps as she approaches the bed.

Gently, she drops her hand onto where she assumes Q's shoulder is. She barely misses it, only a few inches off, and her hand lands on the small junction that lies between his collarbone and his neck. Underneath her hand, Q flinches. She sighs quietly, near inaudibly; it's one of these days.

They've only known Q for six months, after having been a band since they were in college, Em and Sol in the same class because Em had taken a gap year and Luc two years below them but still committed, even after Em and Sol's graduation. It had been a years-long struggle to find a drummer they all gelled with, and then, in the midst of recording their first EP, they'd hired Q off of Fiverr and just about offered him a position on the spot. He was shy, constantly ducking into himself around them and curling away from their affection like a wounded animal over the six days of recording, but they knew instantly that he was going to be their drummer.

Still, Q has four years of catch-up to do. He doesn't know any of them as well as they know each other. With Q already reserved, it's hard to get to know him beyond the surface, and so, Sol really has no clue what's going on in Q's head on days like today. Her hand lingers a moment longer on his shoulder, hoping to convey some semblance of comfort. She can feel the tension thats coiled tightly in his muscles, the way he recoils from her touch, and she wonders if he's even aware of his own response.

"Q," she says softly, her voice a quiet murmur in the dimmed room. "Are you okay?"

A beat, and the silence is left to hang in the room, flooding it and filling every last bit of space between Sol's ribs. She hates to admit it, but she doesn't know what to do. Em and Luc are still downstairs, and while she would love to ask one of them for help, she's not going to separate the two of them when Luc is sick.

Finally, motion as Q stirs, the blankets shifting and eventually parting to reveal his face, his tired eyes, his dull gaze. He looks exhausted, haggard and sleepless, like the weight of his body is simply too much for him to bear.

"Hey," Sol whispers. "You alright?" Q's not been looking at her, but upon hearing her concerned words, he startles, eyes slowly tracking in her direction.

He blinks a few times, trying to focus on Sol's face. His lips move, but no sound escapes. It takes a moment before he manages a hoarse, "Yeah, just tired," his gaze slipping off to the side once more.

Worry carves its way into Sol's expression. "Are you sure?" she asks, watching as Q's jaw tightens. The fleeting shadow of something dark passes over his expression, and not for the first time, Sol wishes that they'd found him sooner, that he'd been able to join them earlier so they could avoid the disconnect that's yawning widely between them. The gaps in their knowledge about Q's past, when compared to how tightly entwined they've been with each other for the past... Dios, four years, are stark.

Q mumbles, "Yeah," his voice nearly inaudible. There's vulnerability etched into every line of his body, from the hunching of his shoulders to the bowing of his head.

Sol's quiet for a moment, and then carefully reaches out, watching for any sign that Q doesn't want to be touched right now. He doesn't flinch back, and so, she's careful when shifting closer to him and wrapping his thin body in a hug and—

And.

He absolutely melts into the embrace, tensing only briefly and then going limp so suddenly Sol's genuinely worried that he passed out. But no, his breath is hitching with these soft, tiny sobs and Sol wants to cry because how could they not realize that Q is touch-starved? He's clinging to her near-desperately, as if he can't believe he's really being touched or held by another human being, and the full force of everything he's kept hidden from them, whether intentionally or not, slams into Sol.

It's all she can do to simply hold Q even tighter, squeezing him gently and running a soothing hand along the bumps of his spine, feeling the shudders wrack through his body. She doesn't say anything, just letting him revel in this moment. The room remains silent except for his contained sobs, and Sol hopes that the act of simply being there for him is enough.

Eventually, he sniffles quietly into her shoulder. Pulls away from her. Wipes his eyes. Averts his gaze. Whispers, "Lo siento."

"Todo está bien, Q," Sol murmurs back, rubbing his forearm gently. Q still doesn't look up at her, and she tries not to notice the way he unconsciously leans into her body, seeking warmth, safety, comfort, and her chest aches. "Pero, cariño—" she can't miss the way Q winces at the term of endearment "—dime, ¿qué está pasando?"

Q's fingers start absentmindedly tracing patterns on his comforter, falsifying constellations. "No importa."

"Q. Por favor."

"I said it doesn't matter, Sol!" he snaps, and the switch to English is, even if for just a moment, startling before it makes sense. Obviously, Q's not finding it easy to express in Spanish, and to further avoid it, he's switching languages.

Dios mío.

"Q," she says slowly. "It does matter if it's making you this upset. Please, just tell me."

The raw anger in Q's eyes dissolves into pure fear, and his gaze drops once again. He shakes his head, almost to himself, and the room is heavy with the anxiety radiating off him in waves. "Soledad," he says, and it sounds like begging, his accent thick around his words, threatening to drown them.

"Quentin," she whispers back. His gaze drops, and he breathes, shoulders shuddering, shaking.

Sol doesn't know what to do.

Even though she's not as maternal as Em is, Sol is their frontwoman, and she often takes it upon herself to care for her bandmates. Honestly, Sol enjoys knowing exactly how to comfort Em and Luc, knowing when they need space, knowing how to slot herself in among them both. But Q?

Q is uncharted territory, the edges of their universe, sprinting away from them faster than they can catch up. Sol doesn't know how to tame him, how to rein him in, how to hold onto him and reassure him that he's safe, that they're not going to leave, that he can trust them. She doesn't know what makes him anxious, what makes him laugh, what sends him spiraling, what gives him comfort.

She doesn't know him.

And that realization hurts more than when she was fourteen and split her chin open on a rock. Seven stitches, a fading scar left behind.

"I'm sorry," Q breathes, voice wet and choked. "I'm sorry, I can just..." He trails off, lost.

"¿Quieres la manta ponderada tuya?" Sol whispers. An olive branch.

His breath rattles in his chest as he nods shyly. "Sí. Gracias, Sol."

"Por supuesto," she murmurs, tucking him back into her side and weaving his weighted blanket around his shoulders, feeling the way the tension begins to bleed out of him as he relaxes, ever so slightly, against her. "Para eso es la familia. Quedaremos contigo, Q. Ahorita, y para siempre."

She just hopes that, one day, he can believe it.

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A10, A24, B13, B16, C2, C4, C5, F5, H3, L9 for Hiro! Sorry if it's a lot! xD I just love him so much.

Character asks for @noirapocalypto 🥰🥰

A10.) Does your OC compromise easily? Too easily?

This depends on the relationship with the other person. If it's someone he doesn't know very well, or in a primarily professional setting, he's typically an even split, and knows how to take care of himself/not let himself be taken advantage of. And he can certainly be stubborn, depending on the person--especially if they're not someone he's fond of. On the other hand, if it's someone he deeply cares for, he'll almost always try to find some way to compromise, sometimes a little too much. He wants to try to make sure his partner's are happy, and someone he trusts will find him to be a very giving partner, who tries to take their needs into careful consideration.

A24.) What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?

Hiro’s biggest obstacles are definitely emotional and social. He struggles with getting close or opening up to people, something an ingrained sense of wariness makes challenging, and the assumption that others mean him harm. He appears fairly outgoing/confident on the surface but there’s a lot of reluctance to be emotionally open or vulnerable with others. He’s seen people be taken advantage of/has been in the past, and he doesn’t intend on letting it happen again.

He’s aware of this, but also pretty cagey about the topic, and he’ll either shut it down when someone pries too much, or get defensive. Pushing even further is enough to get him genuinely mad. There’s real fear about opening up to people like that, and it’s something he’d like to overcome someday but he doesn’t know how. It would probably take someone he trusted, who was significantly more emotionally intelligent to help him out, and he’d need to be able to let them in, even if it was scary. In a physical sense, he’s bad at enforcing his own boundaries–sure he’s great at it, if it’s other people. But he tends to forget that he’s allowed to have those too.

B13.) Do they have a large or small group of friends?

He has a large group of people he's friendly with, but not a lot who he considers himself very close to. He finds it challenging to let people in, and trust them enough to be vulnerable around. He's good at showing people what he wants them to see, and hiding the parts he's less confident about. There's an ingrained sense of wariness or self-protectiveness there, and it takes him a long time, and a lot of trust before he's able to bridge that gap with most people. He's easy to be on friendly terms with though, most things considered. He's outgoing, and certainly doesn't mind being the center of attention.

B16.) Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?

Hiro likes to be the center of attention--he likes the feeling of eyes on him, and isn't afraid of saying so. He does value quiet moments with individuals, but is equally at home sitting on a couch watching TV or spending the night in a bar, or a club, dancing until the sun rises. He doesn't find it challenging to talk to new people, and is typically outgoing. That being said, he is capable of reading the room, and if it seems like his companion wants quiet, he knows how to occupy himself and give it to them.

C2.) Would your OC feel bad if they acted against their morals? If not, would they find a way to excuse themselves for it?

Yes, they're one of the few constants he has, and something that keeps him going. It largely depends on what he does though, and whether he'd consider it a necessity that keeps himself and his allies safe, or just a matter of convenience. It also depends on the results of him acting against his morals and who it would be inconveniencing. If it's only himself, he might consider it, but if it impacted others, he might think differently.

C4.) Do they consider themselves superior or more important than anyone else? Lesser?

Hiro has very little superiority/self-importance. He mostly wants to be left to do his own thing, and status isn't a hugely important factor in his life, nor are fame and riches. He mostly wants to be happy, whatever that means for himself and have some semblance of security. Notoriety isn't something he strives for. He has a degree of confidence (or at least can act like he does on the surface) but that's less of a sense of superiority over others and more a comfortable idea of who he is.

C5.) Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?

If his loved ones, or friends were in danger, he'd put his morals on hold if it meant keeping them safe. He'd put their well-being over his moral hangups without question, and would just deal with the potential fall-out later, after they were out of harms way. And if one of them got hurt, it would be one of the few things that would make him consider some sort of retaliation/revenge.

F5.) How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?

Hiro loves working on his bike, and is fairly good at working on cars/most mechanical things--not as much on the carpentry/handyman side of things though. If there's a motor in it he can probably at least fix it decently, get it working again if he has enough time. Bikes are his real passion though, and he's spent many quiet evenings working on his Kusanagi and modding it. It's one of the few things he can absolutely focus on, and find some semblance of relaxation.

H3.) Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right?

He's pretty open minded in regards to partners, and doesn't believe in the whole 'there's only one person ever who's right for you'. People change sometimes, and that's just normal. That being said, there are some that are more compatible than others because of personalities, ideals and goals. But that's human. Everyone is different, and there isn't anything that inherently mystical, or fate-driven behind it. He's happy in either a monogamous or poly relationship, and is fairly content on either, depending on his partner(s) and their preferences.

L9.) How did you come up with your OC?

Hiro's my first character I've created that fit into the cyberpunk genre--I usually tend to lean more towards fantasy settings, so it wasn't something I expected to enjoy as much as I did, nor get as attatched to his character. I started knowing I wanted a sort of feisty, outspoken character, maybe with a hidden softer side, and wanted them to feel very at-home in a cyberpunk/futuristic setting. He was inspired by the main characters of video games/anime--bold, stubborn, and even a little reckless at times but with strong ideals.

And Hiro started to emerge from that. Looking at all the different aesthetics in CP77 started to solidify his character design, and the Tyger Claw tattoos are really what swayed me, and the opportunity to create this character who started as morally grey, and is trying to be better. From there, it was a matter of refining/fleshing him out, and my gameplay impacted his overall character/personality a ton. A lot of his development came from interacting with the CP community and bouncing random thoughts off others, and that has had a huge impact as well 💖

Thanks so much for asking! I had a lot of fun with those :3

[sansmeanswithout]

Can you give us the names of these characters and a like one thing about them?

Okay plus in the span of that post and this ask I thought of another idea

Creepypasta oc ideas

Pipe Dream he's a saytr and he goes after people who have vivid dreams and people who are addicted to hallucinogens

Paulina Saila a reanimated corpse that preys on people's want to help others for personal gain sorta inspired by Wilbur Soots song Saline Solution

Makeshift a character inspired by There Might Be Giants song Rock To Tie A String Around

Manny a character inspired by There Might Be Giants song Particle Man

Non fandom linked ocs

Minty a non-binary character with goblin and cottage core vibes their autistic and have adhd

Ocoi a demiboy that is very trusting and has both fae and witch vibes

The Atlas System a DID system made up of 16 alters in total I won't really say much about them because I need to do more research

Cliques Covens Cults and Cartels aka C4 characters

Matten Bloom leader of The Bunkers bigender light sleeper

Menfa Fenif leader of Vulture Of The Void trans female has vitiligo

Bradon Rider leader of The Cowbirds male a child who grew up to be like his abusers

Amy Sunrise leader of Downfluff female says she wants to help but is more like a cover figure than a leader

Oli Forn leader of Seedlings Of Tomorrow co-leader of Tandem Fs male he has selective mutism

Evan Marrow leader of Bones Of The Wild co-leader of Tandem Fs demiboy cousin of Amy Sunrise

Sven Fenif leader of The Cordyceps co-leader of Tandem Fs trans male hands are often stained with paint

Phil Roridula leader of The Green That Consume co-leader of Tandem Fs male talks to himself as a grounding technique

Peter Iris leader of The Lense co-leader of Tandem Fs genderfluid very impulsive often breaks the rule of don't lick the science high tolerance to poison and bacteria

Nettle Winglet leader of Knights Of Carapace co-leader of Tandem Fs non-binary their sleep schedule is really messed up

Eden Branch co-leader of Over The Ages and Tandem Fs female not afraid to get her hands dirty is blind

Olive Branch co-leader of Over The Ages and Tandem Fs female is in a wheelchair enjoys being in water

Luke Gaia leader of Sinning Swingers bigender loves animals he disassociates very often

Connie P. Apien leader of The Chessboard genderfluid very competitive is lactose intolerant

Bask = beanie that doubles as pull down mask

Nia Bee highly respected within the Basker group non-binary black and yellow striped bask good with poisons and with baking

May Jay highly respected within the Basker group genderfluid Deadpool bask their autistic and hate things caffeine in them an exception being tea

Dave Blanden highly respected within the Basker group male pink bask he enjoys reading and has ADHD

Porten James highly respected within the Basker group non-binary blue and orange swirl bask they often overthink thing and they keep notes on things that happen

Bat highly respected within the Basker group female bat pattern bask owns a baseball bat that has barbed wire

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Wes for the full clear on the OC asks? 😘😘😘

— OC QUESTIONS

BASICS

What’s their full name? Wesley Daniel Brooks

What does their name mean? Why were they named that? Wesley means “western meadow,” Daniel means “God is my judge,” and Brooks means “stream.” You can find my real world reasoning for choosing his name here. As for the canon reasoning, Wesley is a family name on his father’s side and Daniel is a good Christian name. 

Do they have any nicknames? Lots. Wes is the big one (Hwes if you’re Hurk Jr.), Rook, Dep (Deputy if you're as extra as John Seed), Bright Eyes (Raf only), Sundance (Nick only), Darling (Lyra, when she’s being cheeky), and probably a handful more that I’m forgetting.

How old are they? 28, almost 29 as of the start of FC5.

When’s their birthday? November 11, 1989

What’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/etc.? Do they believe that holds any significance? Scorpio sun, Aries moon, Aquarius rising. Year of the snake. Birthstones are topaz and citrine. He isn’t aware enough of any of this to believe in it.

What’s their species/subspecies? Do they have any special/magical abilities? He is a natural disaster in human form. His special ability is that he somehow manages to survive that for as long as he does.

What “class” do they belong to (for fantasy characters)? If none, what weapon do they favor? A revolver (Steel & Ivory), a sawed-off shotgun (Sin Eater), or basic hand-to-hand. Close combat is preferable to range. He also uses homemade C4 in his tireless crusade against cult infrastructure.

APPEARANCE

What do they look like? He’s 6′3″, has brown-ish hair (specifically, a warm golden bronze color) and hazel eyes with long eyelashes. Fit, moderate-to-lean build. Sharp features, angular jaw, a pronounced Cupid’s bow. He has the facial hair of a man who has forgotten to shave for two weeks, because he is—you guessed it—a man who has forgotten to shave for two weeks.

Do they have a face claim? Tomas Skoloudik

What’s their style like? Clothes, hair, makeup? Casual clothing—flannels (often tied around the waist), t-shirts, henleys, jeans, boots, jewelry (gold, leather), leather jacket, cargo jacket. His hair is messy and soft, just like he is, because he doesn’t overload it with hair products unlike some people. He’s got an ouroboros tattooed around the lower part of his right forearm and (universe-dependent) John and Lyra’s names on the inside of his wrists.

How do they carry themselves? What’s their default expression? He attempts to project swagger and indifference, but to anyone who knows him and is paying attention, he’s an open book. In a comfortable environment, he’s loose and casual. His default expression is fixated if he has something to occupy his mind and distant if he doesn’t.

Do they have any physical ailments or disabilities? No, but he’s got bruises and flesh wounds aplenty! He’s got bite marks and scratches galore! You want knife-slashing scars? He’s got twenty. But who cares? No big deal. Wes wants mooooore! 🎵

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment? Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into? ISFP

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)? I answered for his favorite films and TV here, and his favorite book is Watership Down. He likes the Beatles and bar snacks and black coffee. His favorite cultists are Lyra, John, and Shaggy—please don’t judge him.

What are they bad at? Dancing!

What kind of things do they dislike/hate? Hates being controlled, dislikes very sweet things.

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses? Impulsiveness, reactive behaviors. He smokes and drinks, although neither of those are done with a shocking amount of excess. Previously, harder drugs. 

What are their goals and motivations? Freedom and acceptance.

What are their manners like? Any habits? He’s not a jerk; he has passable manners when the situation calls for them, but Emily Post would like him not. His habits are covered in much more detail here, but the big one is that he tends to busy his hands and/or mouth with things wherever possible.

What are they most afraid of? Rejection, abandonment, enclosed spaces, death (specifically, the possibility of an afterlife). 

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like? Born in Hope County. He was an only child and his home life was suspect, but made moderately more bearable by his best friend. Once he realized trying to please his father was a losing battle, he said hell yeah to a downward spiral of rebelliousness and troublemaking.

What’s their family like? His dad was a jerk of the sort that would never be satisfied. Big on toxic masculinity, short on acceptance. His mother loved him, but she fell in line more often than not.

What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold? Hope County Sheriff’s Office (probationary sheriff’s deputy), Hope County Resistance (figurehead, pot stirrer, problem magnet). 

How do they fit into their “story”? Barely. Next question. I hate to use this word yet again, but it’s the only one that fits: his story is mostly about acceptance—self, fate, fault, sorrow, joy—because as much as he desired acceptance from others, he denied a lot of it for himself.

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like? He grew up in the Silver Lake trailer park, way up on the northeastern end of Holland Valley, near the Whitetails. For the duration of the game timeline, I picture him spending more time crashing where he can—with the Ryes, in the woods, wherever—but his own place would be sparse and fairly untidy, with clothes tossed everywhere. 

How do they eventually die? Wesley intends to live forever. How dare you insinuate—

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend? Within the timeline of the game, he has quite a few. Raf is his best friend (and has been since they were kids), but Nick (and Kim) are both up there. He has a soft spot for Mary May; that seems to be reciprocal. He appreciates Grace because she doesn’t ask unnecessary questions. Sharky and Hurk offer unconditional friendship, which he appreciates and sorely needs. Adelaide is the vodka aunt who thirsts after his ex. She tries to rile him up sometimes (in a myriad of ways), but he likes her. And if you account for other universes, his friend count goes way up thanks to the various and sundry brat squad kids.

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it? When he was younger, he was the introvert-adopted-by-an-extrovert. He was a bit too withdrawn to have friends outside of that, though he wasn’t unfriendly. For a bulk of the current timeline, his friend group is “ragtag misfits” status and he basically gets ping-ponged between them as they try—with varying amounts of success—to fight a cult.  

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids? Depends on the universe. In canon, it’s messy but becomes significantly healthier later on. His previous relationship was promising and likely would have been ideal, except that they were young and unable (or unready) to deal with the realities of their situation. In AU, he is enemies-with-benefits but also grossly in love with the Judge of Eden’s Gate and her husband (who was a fun surprise, but it’s fine, because Wes got Lyra back by giving her a gracious two-for-one deal on children)!

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust? Whitehorse is something of a father figure, though Wes would never say that out loud. For the record, neither would Whitehorse (at least not directly to Wes)—mostly for Wes’s benefit. He trusts Raf, Pastor Jerome, and the rest of his friends listed above.

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies? Joseph, because Joseph is daddy issues incarnate. Jacob, because Jacob understands Wes well enough to yank him around like a dog on a leash. By the time the Collapse hits, everyone is his enemy to some extent (as evidenced by the adorable horns and pointy tails drawn all over his wanted posters). Notable exceptions are John, Sharky, Hurk, and Whitehorse; however, all but the first are functionally unknown to him.

Do they have any pets? Just Boomer, who is the best emotional support animal a disaster could ask for.

Are they good with kids? Animals? He’s naturally good with both children and animals, but he lacks practical experience, especially with the former (shout-out to the Ryes for finally adding that to his resume).

FUN FACTS

Which tropes do they fit? Which archetypes? Tropewise, he’s Troubled, but Cute and I can’t refute it; apart from the high school thing, it’s a full BINGO clear. He’s also Bruiser with a Soft Center, Inferiority Superiority Complex, Cosmic Plaything, Desperately Craves Affection, Hero with Bad Publicity, I Am Not My Father, and almost certainly a whole host of shameful others that I don’t dare brave the rest of TVTropes to find. Of the twelve classic archetypes, he’s some combination of The Hero and The Outlaw. Otherwise: fallen angel, antihero, byronic hero, prodigal son. 

Do they play any instruments? Sports? He can play guitar, but only at an intermediate level. He’s not big on sports, but he can ice skate and he likes to swim.

What are some items they always carry? Steel & Ivory and a lighter; later, Sin Eater. In New Dawn he carries John’s watch.

Do they collect anything? Bad decisions. Minicultists, apparently. Nothing in particular.

What position do they sleep in? His default position when he’s alone and in a comfortable place is on his belly. There are exceptions listed in greater detail here.

Which emoji would they use the most? Honestly, he’s not really the type to use emojis, but he will send his love interest pictures of things he likes or finds pretty with no context. Otherwise, his texts tend to be short, to-the-point, and lacking in punctuation or capitalization. Believe it or not, he’d much rather communicate in person. My most frequently used emojis for him are 🍰 and 🐍. (Awww, cake and snake... They rhyme. How precious!)

What languages do they speak? English. He knows a limited amount of Spanish, but he’s better at understanding it than he is at speaking it.

What’s their favorite expletive? Damn or fuck.

What’s their favorite candle scent? Pine.

What songs remind you of them? I have a playlist for him here, but it—much like him—is a bit of a mess. I also have a playlist based on his own taste in music here.

Which animal would you say represents them? Snakes, stags, swans, scorpions.

What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into? Loners or troublemakers, probably. Stoners on a technicality—he doesn’t fit the stereotype, but he does have a history. He has some of the soul of an art kid but, tragically, none of the talent.

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be? At a real amusement park, probably the roller coasters. At something more lowkey like a carnival, he’d like the classic, aesthetically pleasing rides like the Ferris wheel or the carousel.

Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else? He’s not an “I Want to Believe” sort of guy, but he still can’t explain the Larry Parker debacle. He tries very hard not to believe (or at least not to think about) any sort of afterlife, because he fears it.

Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays? His family was Catholic, but he endeavors not to be. He likely wouldn’t celebrate holidays as a bachelor overmuch, but he would take part in holiday activities with others.

Which Deadly Sin do they most correspond to? Which Heavenly Virtue? Pride and Fortitude.

If you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, which would it be? The Tower, The Devil, The Wheel of Fortune.

[unik0rnu]

Alright! Finally got time again to shoot you some questions for the ask meme. For Lucy: A1, 2, 9, 14, 24. B1, 13, 16. C3, 4, 6. D2, 3. E2, 4. F2, 5, 10. G2. H1, 6, 8. I1. L2, 4, 9. Also for Harrison, finally someone who can use the K questions... K1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10?

Hell yeah long post coming and i’m so happy with the K section,

Lucy: 

A1. What of the Meyers-Briggs personality types they most fit into? INFP, ENFT, et cetera…

I actually took a test thinking how she would answer and i think i got it perfectly right. I wouldn’t pick it better just by reading all of them i think. She came out as Turbulent Entrepreneur (ESTP-T) which feels ok. “ Rules were made to be broken” - hell they were. Also “ If Entrepreneurs aren’t careful though, they may get too caught in the moment, take things too far, and run roughshod over more sensitive people, or forget to take care of their own health and safety.“

Judging by her action and the way of living she is like that. Going all the way, having hard time just by staying idle and ohh yee taking things too far without thinking of consequences. Like chasing an enemy and realizing she left her support far in the back and then dealing with difficulties by herself. Constantly going careless in combat, forgetting her own safety, thinking she will make it anyway but it comes back biting her in the ass. 

Also she is not smart but she can see minor hidden things, be it while cracking some password on terminal or spotting who in the crowd wants to stab her in the back just by the change of their face expression so she might be stupid but still outsmart some folks and mechanics out there and that fits with the nature of the job she had before the war. 

A2. What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…

I never played DnD games and so on so this one is hard but Neutral Evil - she is aware of her being on the bad side of a coin and is willing to do whatever it takes to make her wishes come true even if it means killing someone but she still have some self restrains and won’t go against the allies she is currently working with and friends she made on the way and of course innocent creatures. She has some base etiquette rules and isn't rotten to the bone but when she wants something nothing will stop her no matter the cost as long as it doesn’t strike her out of the game of harms current company. She is bad but not for sake of doing evil shit or proving something but just to do what she wants and get what she wants even if blood will spill. 

A9. Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others? 

She will sure make a lot of excuses for herself after fucking shit up or going way too ahead in combat. But only for herself. She is the type of pointing finger at others while tugging and biting her tongue just not to admit she wronged someone or something and avoid too many questions or yelling at. 

A14. Is your character empathetic?

Despite being a bitch she is empathetic. But might show it a bit differently...like in a page i wrote for Halloween with that bunny mask. She didn’t chop that man only because he grabbed her ass but because he was using many other women poor financial situation just to have some easy sexy time and she did feel bad for them so...her empathy stroke in a solution of killing him instead of only knocking him out and caging. If someone would harass Lizzie or...i dunno Hector, someone she considers slightly weaker at standing up for themselves and is in her “social” circle or society part then she will show empathy by stabbing those who bother them with a fork in a eye, a bit extreme but that’s how she understands empathy. Someone is chaining and kicking a dog at settlement? She will chain that man onto the bridge and let him hang and die slowly and take a dog in Pack care. Gage complains that his gun got broken in a fight and can sense some sadness, she will run for a stealing caps heist to buy new one. So...she feels empathy but her answer to it can be...well unusual, brutal and extreme.

A24. What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?

Type of question i hope i understood correctly :)) 

Fear of failing to deliver is her biggest personal obstacle. She was always scared, since childhood to fail at meeting certain expectations, be in it school for her mother who would change her mind bazillion times due to mental illness, then Harrison and fear of his eventual punishment mixed with mental abuse if she doesn’t carry her mission to the end, with Ian it was fear of failing at being the good loving partner due to her secrets and then comes whole town of raiders with Gage on top who have expectations of her and promise of certain small paradise if she delivers but...these fears always pushes her into actions more than she has to and it exhaust her mentally and can sometimes prove deadly, ending up in injuries that could have been avoided. She is aware of this but because it carried through her whole life its unavoidable. 

Also she doesn’t interact much with a friendly society groups because even if she knows she is bad its not something she actually likes to hear. Coming to a small town just with intentions to have a drink and imagining that people will only show her a pistol barrel and tell her to fuck off because she is from within raider circle fills her with doubt so strong she just tends to avoid this kind of meetings.

How was the saying: “Don't tell a psychopath they're a psychopath, it upsets them” and she will get deeply upset. 

B1. Do they believe you have to give respect to get it, or get respect to give it?

Get respect to give it. She doesn’t trust that people will respect her back if she puts effort so she won’t show respect even to great president of whatever wastes because she also doesn’t care if someone respect her but if they pull a hand out first she will shake it back. Her life is too risky and careless to think about gaining someone’s respect first. 

B13. Do they have a large or small group of friends?

If she would consider all nuka town her friends then its big but...nope, small group. Its mostly Gage (even if they are partners they can be friends too), Lizzie, William, well...Mags too and along with that Mason later on once she gets his loyality and a few traders from which she keep connections with Maddox, Chip and Shelbie. From Far Harbor for sure Allan would be easy to gain as a friend. Longfellow is just a friend grandad <3. Harrison cannot be questioned, too scary to reject him. From Commonwealth i can’t yet get idea where she could get the best friend circle. Well aside from that whatever other oc’s out there who accept her bitchiness and way of being :)) but i don’t think she would make many friends out there, she is...well plain simple and dangerous.

B16. Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?

Definitely in the center of attention, since she couldn’t be back then. Now that crime and killing is fully legal and there is no police chase other than some disgusted by her behavior minutemen she can be a in the center of a show and she likes it. A circus ring leader, hell yeah...well raiders can be clowns too from time to time. And let’s not start with parties and free time. She’s the first to get up on table to dance. It gets her a bit to realize things she can get away with but once she does she only misses there is no spotlight at the end of the fight, shining on her.

C3. Is it important for them to be with people (socially, intimately, whatever) whose major ideological tenets align with their own?

Major indeloghit....tents what? Good lord, i swear i’m too stupid for these kind of words but good i keep the dictionary close to me, right in the next tab.

Big yes. It’s not many people like her out there and she doesn’t want to flip her coin back to being good and peaceful towards rules of the world, she simply isn’t able to mentally change back anymore so in order to keep feeling like she still has a hole to belong to she needs to spend time with people like her to also boost her confidence that she isn’t the only one with broken mind out there seeking completion of her wishes through darker path. And knowing so isn’t leaving her in fear she will need to change her ways of life. 

C4. Do they consider themselves superior or more important than anyone else? Lesser?

No. Even is she is the Overboss she rather rejects that title and prefers to be just a business partner with Gage. She doesn’t seek and need to feel important or superior, she only wants to feel useful around people she decided to blend in with and have a purpose, nothing else. The fact that she can strike orders around doesn’t fill her heart nor mind with some higher importance or value above other. Also she doesn’t considers her enemies lesser even knowing her skills, its just bad approach that can easily get one killed and she prefers stays on a same line with others. Be it friends or foes.

C6. What do they do when they see someone asking for money or food? If they ignore them, why? If they help, how so?

Depends in what state that person is, she was the liar herself so she can spot one if its an actual person in need or just lazy poor soul. She will usually tho just toss a few caps and walk away without listening or hearing more from that person. She doesn’t want to struggle with a morality remaining deep in her brain if she did right or not so she will just deal with it fast and walk away, telling them to fuck off if they will follow her. These kind of people are like those annoying reminders in a shape of beggar poking her and making think if she still has some pure humanity left so...she wants to be just done with that part. But animal coming up to her is a different deal, here humanity will always strike unless its a seagull stealing her meal, then her humanity part will shrink and there will be a rock thrown in the air after that birb, as a survival contest. 

D2. Do they believe in an afterlife?

She never gave it a longer thought. She cares about here and now but if she would meet someone knowledgeable in that topic she would be willing to open her ears for few minutes longer and put the knife down. She doesn’t rejects religious topics as long as someone is not brushing a saint books or whatever right in her face. She has an open mind on more than just a mortal topics mostly because of Harrison. 

D3. How comfortable are they with the idea of death?

She wasn’t scared of death before the bombs and when wandering through wasteland because she just didn’t care for her life and maybe that’s what made her most effective but this changed once she realized she can finally live a life she secretly wanted but was restricted before. Her strong desire of finally rejecting the dying part is what caused certain being to finally break away from her ;> well i wrote about it in last page so yassss

E2. Which of the nine types of intelligence is your OC strongest in? Weakest? (Linguistic, existential, naturalist, et cetera)

The strongest is surely the Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence, she was trained to the bone and with her careless nature she is mostly depended on her physical skills and putting them into perfect timing. Even if she got a bit rusty after bombs the return of Harrison will bring her back into the right gears of phasing like speed and combat thinking. 

Weakest could be probably the Intra-personal Intelligence mostly because even if she understand her actions she isn’t very good at analyzing it any deeper other than “i want that man’s money cus i want that”, i guess....i could describe it like that. I cant really get any deeper or more detailed into this because there is for sure one thing i share with Lucy....we are simple minded simpletons but..i might be a bigger one :)))

E4. Did they enjoy school if they went to it?

At the beginning she didn’t enjoy any school as other students would consider her a weirdo because of her mother which would sometimes show up, uncalled at school and act really weird but later when she decided to stand up for herself after meeting Harrison as a kid ....others in school didn’t enjoy that change as much as she became seen as a pretty bully girl being overly extreme into serving “justice”. The only classes she enjoyed tho were gym and biology ones as she wasn’t scared to cut a frog but others seeing her just chopping it like a piece of ham could...weighted on her reputation. Also she always joined like a sport/cheerleader groups to have less problems with teachers as it was bringing school good reputation and she was fairly flexible and with high stamina so it was also easy for her. So from being bullied she became popular bully girl of sort. She got hooked on law later on because she wanted indeed to serve some justice, in a peaceful manner at start. So all in all she didn’t enjoy school at start but then she didn’t mind it as she took business in her hands, a bit over the edge but well...bully with some feelings eh? I don’t have many details as to what exact type of school she would go but another reason she would enjoy sitting at school once she became the one in charge is to spend less time at home with her confusing mother so she would be staying late for some extra gym trainings, sweating her emotions off.

F2. What’s their ideal home look like? Where is it?

In Porter’s rough, dirty yet soft heart stuffed in his sweaty smelly top.

She can call Fizztop an ideal home of sort. The weather in Nuka World strikes her preferences and even since she was strolling with Harrison from time to time there before the war she just loved that place and beside the first deadly visit there they made a good memories there, father and daughter like. She prefers her home to be placed inside the town as she hates sleeping in open spaces even if its a single house on top of a hill. She just feels too lonely and insecure. It’s weird to say that but she feels safer to sleep in a town filled with raiders than alone in the wild.  

F5. How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?

Fairly handy but on a level of fixing a broken car mirror with a duck tape or just gluing shit together hoping it will hold long enough before it breaks again. If she would fix a door handle it would most probably end up upside down on the other side of the door. And if shit breaks again...she will just shrug and glue it same way again or at least add one more layer of duck tape. Sometimes she will try to convince herself she knows what wire to put where when it comes to electric appliances but she only knows cars and car still ain’t a toaster so....electric shortage and fizzy hair incoming. She needed a manual on shoving a cable inside a robot so yeah. But when it comes to fixing clothes she is as good as with cars. Even if some parts can be similar like in car engine of sort she still has hard time to connect the dots if seeing something like half similar. So give her a broken car/truck/any clothing she will swing a wrench or needle and fix that shit in no time but hand her a tv pilot or spoken toaster and she will just look at it and ponder..deeply.  

F10. Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?

Arts...with her only painting comes to my mind but not like painting a landscape but more things like a car painting, pack faces and more abstract stuff which she learned again in Sapphire club with Rosey due to many events that were having certain themes so they needed to do body paints and so on.

I don’t know if dancing is any kind of art but i can imagine her discovering that pole dance but on a level of these sport like competitions. Lucy is flexible and has enough strength to try to perform this kind of stuff since from already school times she was doing a lot of gym and sport in general.

As to how good she would be at these probably not like perfectly good to very details because even she doesn’t have need to be horribly good. Needs to be good enough to just make her happy and she doesn’t have high standards in these topics. I dunno why i found that question slightly tricky....

G2. Who makes up your OC’s family, at least the more important members to them?

The only family she had was her mother since her father left once he could no longer bear with her mental issues and bringing stranger men to house and then getting pregnant with her. I didn’t build up yet like a bigger family tree but..yeah it was just her mother and her most of the time. 

H1. What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?

She is 100% heterosexual when it comes to her orientation both romantic and sexual. She can flirt with same sex but that would only include situations when she needs to finish her job or reach some other goal, no feelings involved whatsoever. 

H6. Has your OC ever cheated on anyone or been cheated on?

She didn’t catch Ian neither Gage to cheat on her. She tends to flirt with other men like William but wouldn’t take it as far as to sleep with him or do it on purpose to hurt her partner feelings so...she doesn’t cheat. She still has SOME backbone. 

H8. What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?

She doesn’t have high needs when it comes to perfect date topic. As long as it involves alone time together without additional crowd and some beer she doesn’t care if they sit in a fancy bar or on some building stairs. Perfect date is any that includes relaxed talk, joking, alcohol and a happy ending in bed together. Extra points for bringing her nicely cut flower. Despite being bully, killer and involved with raiders she was looking at late evenings at these white/grey romantic movies where couples were just doing simple things, walking late night together and so on, so her perfect date ain’t complicated. 

I1. What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?

As long as its not slimey and gooey like she’s okay. If something of mentioned above would slip into her food she will just puke it out instantly. She prefers salty and sweet tho as her pre-war diet was mostly like so. Salted hard boiled eggs with grilled tatos topped with pinch of salt again and then 200 years old cotton candy for dessert or potato crisps. She eats meat too but like fried till its crunchy. 

L2. What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?

Brain error so i hope i understood this right:

Leaning into the evil side of the society fully confident it’s the only and last right choice to achieve true happiness and satisfy the already croocked mind. 

L4. Would you hang out with your OC if you could?

In my real life probably yes but even i would be slightly nervous around her because she tends to bend towards very extreme solutions if some problems would arise or someone would make me angry (due to her empathy) but in fallout universe hell yeah, i’m just not sure i would be in a physical capability to keep up with her but i wouldn’t mind to get a legendary cane..along with it...But yeah, i would like to hang out for a beer and see her beat some stupid folks and maybe give a her a friendly hug to remind her she isn’t that bad and she will be fine....and apologize for burning her hands lol. If she would find out i’m her creator..oh boy, i’m sure she would beat me with my own cane over the head. 

L9. How did you come up with your OC?

I had different OC design before but she was actually just a general good joking hero, she even had a brother but that got lost later on and that male oc was left just for MMO’s as an additional character. Then a lot of things happened in my life and because i was gaming since early childhood like Norton times and..the pixelated Blizzard Blackthorne it also affected my rpg and game choices in general, like whole way of thinking since gaming was and is big part of my life. I was curious what would happen if i take my oc through the mental change grinder and push it to the edge, towards losing the patience for justice systems and add a pinch of evil mixed with some trauma to give her some reason to choose that path. And there she is. Her face features didn’t change much, neither body type and so on but her mentality is hell of a different and i just...love her. She isn’t perfect, neither that horribly bad but i’m very pleased with how she came out. I threw a glove and was done with playing hero at some point because of life experiences and she came out of my cauldron as a best way to peacefully calm down. As for Harrison he was suppose to be just a small mention in pre-war diary but for some reason my brain pushed it forward and i really don’t mind him as an extra OC. Besides Lucy needs someone to watch over her. 

Allllrighty, Harrison time:

K1. Does your OC have to keep their paranormal aspect (PA) a secret from general society? If so, how? I.e., they can’t discuss their abilities, they have to hide a tail, they have an alter-ego, et cetera. What would happen if society found out about it?

Yes, he has to hide his powers. He is one of a kind and experiment never got finished so his powers are something no one seen before. I’m sure that lab is still buried somewhere near Sanctuary deep in forests containing old data and so on but the place got abandoned and no one found it yet. I can imagine tho that the cryo vault could have been like a last remaining section cut off from the rest as it also was touching a subject of immortality...i mean..a way of not aging. Usually the green smoke will always rise from his body and eyes at times so he prefers to hide his face under the hat and keep fully covered body with that long brown coat and thick gloves. Also he doesn’t look very friendly so it helps him keep folks at distance before they notice something unusual. I can’t imagine how people would react if they knew about his powers but they for sure would be just wary and scared i think. And all in all he has a synth skeleton so more hate from most of the Commonwealth population. He also needs to keep his emotions at check as his powers are driven by a strong sense of desire so if he would really really want to harm someone he would have harder time at controlling his powers before they snap. That’s why he is always so...stoic and calm.     

K3. Does your OC have any friends who know about their PA? Any enemies?

Lucy suspected before and she has a memory from childhood, then she finds out herself on a go and Gage also knows because he was present during the event. Later on she tells Lizzie and Chip Morse because she needs help to repair his synth broken body due to how the...separation came out. Harrison doesn’t tell anyone else unless its necessary. The only enemy out there would be the lead scientist if he somehow survived the bombs and is still out there, looking for him. 

Also...i didn’t mean to make it like that but its just how it came out due to most...common and fast thought design. That lead scientist had grey hair and wore a black mask on half of his face....and that would make the air even more rotten between...someone particular out there :)) 

K5. Does your OC feel isolated or unrelatable due to the experience their PA brings with it? If so, how do they deal with it?

He does feel lonely since he is too afraid to meet new people or even spend too much time in a bar. He would mostly stick to lone table in a corner, being too afraid on not controlling his powers if his mind and emotions lose breaks. He was a family man, not perfect father but still, getting that taken away and changing your life 180 degrees can sometimes upset him and the only way to cool down is just to stick to people he can trust which is Lucy and her gang. Its his only family now. He doesn’t push away the idea of trying again, meeting a woman, making a family, being a better father but is just too scared of that. Also he doesn’t need much sleep as normal person so...this doesn’t help him either.   

K6. Does their PA cause issues in daily life? I.e., if they’re inhuman in a human universe and they can’t go to a doctor or risk the doctor realizing they are not human, super abilities with physical drawbacks, they don’t have control of their abilities and must keep to themselves, et cetera… If so, how do they feel about it?

It causes him a lot of issues. Despite hot weather he still needs to keep his clothes on to not reveal the power radiating from him. His hat always in crowds, even inside the buildings to not risk shining with his eyes too much. Shades can help tho at times. But people might find it weird, accuse him of being another synth and attack him and that would cause more problems because if he snaps people will see his powers. He needs to keep his head low all the time and just act as a shady dangerous mercenary, out of unnecessary questions and troubles.

K7.Does your OC’s PA affect their dietary habits so that they are unusual or problematic by their society’s standards?

Even if he actually doesn’t need to eat he still will because he isn’t fully synth but just himself in a form of soul trapped in such a body. His eating habits are still the same as they were but..he might overdo his craving at times...eating like a kilograms of food just because he remembered it was his favorite and he wants it now and he will feel the taste and satisfaction but because his stomach isn’t human he doesn’t feel when he is full so....yeah. Eating whole cart of cotton candy at one go. It might feel weird to people who don’t know him but he is a big man so they might assume it’s maybe because of his size...and just being freaking hungry.

K8. What are some routines, if any, of self-care that your OC must engage in that are not typical of their society? I.e., having to file their teeth, maintaining magical rituals, drinking blood…

He needs to meditate like a lot to keep his powers better contained and controlled since they sync with his mindset.. Sometimes he will do it for hours, be it standing, siting, he will just disconnect and meditate.

K9. Does your OC have knowledge that they can’t share with the rest of their world that could improve it if it didn’t cause chaos? I.e., a character from the future knowing about technology not yet invented, but they can’t reveal themselves by sharing it

He is the only one knowing the location of the lab but he keeps that knowledge only to Lucy. He can’t imagine what could happen if they would create armies of....entities like him. Being able to inject soul from body to body could solve a lot of health like issues and give a hell of disabled people new chance but you can never know what direction this could go. 

K10. Would your OC give up their PA if they could? Why or why not?

Even if it ruined his life he wouldn’t give it up. He lost his family not because of who she became but because he was fucking irresponsible by taking his son to work and killing them both. His wife was furious and refused to take him home again even if she was freshly pregnant that time. His powers allowed him to protect her anyway without her knowledge and because he is at age he is, these powers still keep him as a extremely dangerous man able to fight. Even if giving it up could give him a better chance of starting a family again he prefers to be able to protect these that are still left in his life than failing or die trying. So he is over the grief and learned to live with how he is, accepting his powers and putting them to good use. 

[t-citurnity-moved]

HEY TALK ABOUT YOUR LOVES

Ohohohoho.

My thoughts are more or less about the boys, BUT I feel like I also need to provide context because this series has been such a huge part of my life.

So, therefore, let's start at the beginning.

GOD THIS GOT SO LONG AND I AM SO SORRY BUT I HAVE A LOT OF THOTS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I have been part of the fanbase (not gonna say fandom, because that implies I'm active at all in the d//m//c "community" when I absolutely am not) since before 2010. That's 10+ years of enjoyment in this series. 10+ years I've been holding onto my feelings because I wasn't sure if it was right to love fictional characters. I still wrote and roleplayed with other people who were also in the fanbase, because... well, writing OC / Canon at the time was the closest anyone could get to saying "I want to date this character and not be judged." (But we all know that even then, if the OC wasn't written a specific way then they'd be considered a sue / stu; don't even get me started there.)

I fell in love with Dante first. He was the main character up until Nero starred in D//M//C4! So why wouldn't I love him? The first piece of media in which I really broke into the series was the anime and that's only because I really loved anime at the time (now not so much, mostly because I don't have attention span, etc). And boy... ohoho boy. I loved him even more. I think it's partly because that was my first real look into the series that I love D//M//C2 so much, because I'm more inclined toward the ""edgy"" side of Dante; wacky wahoo pizza man is cool and all, but I also love retrospective Dante who's a bit serious. Doesn't mean he's not the same Dante, because he absolutely is. But I hate how the fanbase portrays him sometimes. (The same fanbase that hates D//M//C2 and probably hates the reboot too, BUT I'LL TOUCH UPON THAT IN A MOMENT.)

The fact that Dante can be a serious person when he needs to be (or even if he's like... killed his brother several times and is therefore entering into a depressive state because who tf wouldn't) seems lost on a lot of people and it makes me sad. Because when I first really started branching into the fandom, I was (and still am) the same way... I just feel like 2Dante and Anime Dante are just... more relatable? So I lean toward them more than anything because I can understand them more? Because I too have depression and struggle with it? (By no means am I saying that 4/5 Dante don't have depression, I just think at that point he deals with it differently. I have a lot of headcanon there and that in and of itself is a whole ass different discussion. I also think discovering that Nero is Vergil's son / his nephew also helps him handle his depression as well, because "wow... at least I still have some part of Vergil left, even if it is only his kid" plays a bit role in how Dante recovers, BUT THAT'S JUST WHAT I THINK.)

I even think 3Dante has some level of depression going on, even thouh that's the start of the series and it doesn't really start going downhill until after those events. I mean, losing his mother at a young age and also thinking he lost Vergil until, SURPRISE SURPRISE, Vergil invites him to a "bash" which is really just some ploy to gain power? I just think at that point, it's manageable for him; he doesn't struggle with it nearly as much as he does in 2 + Anime.  That being said, the fact that he's so """wacky wahoo""" also leads me to conclusion that, even if it is "manageable," he does still struggle at times and I feel probably overwhelms him at times, so he tries to manage BY being upbeat about things. Which, anyone who has depression knows, is so fucking difficult to do. The fact that Dante can keep going despite all this shit going on in his life makes ME feel like I can keep going.

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON VERGIL AND HIS PROBLEMS. Dude just wanted to be protected and loved.

Actually, LET ME get started on that. Because I have a lot of thots.

Vergil grew up believing their mother chose Dante over him. That she didn't try to save him. That Dante was more important to her than he was. He grew up with this inferiority complex because he didn't know WHY their mother never came to save him. He also grew up thinking he wasn't strong enough to save HER. That's why he actively sought out power, while believing humans were "weak." That's why he manifested this hatred for being half-human. Because he couldn't save his family and, for a long time, he was led to believe his mother didn't care for him nearly as much as she cared for Dante (IE. "saving" Dante, but not Vergil).

Vergil's thirst for power is just misdirected feelings toward his family. He should've been mad at demons for attacking them in the first place, but because he grew up believing what he did, it became hatred toward humans instead. That's why he hated Dante, too. In reality, I don't think he really "hates" Dante, just feels severely inferior (which he veils by """having""" a superiority complex instead of the opposite, which he actually has). I think he just had a lot of conflicted emotions that he was never able to work through. Which is why I love the idea that he and Dante, post-D//M//C5 could reconcile at some point. Because neither of them really hated each other, they just had conflicting viewpoints due to one event that go thrown out of proportion somewhere along the way. Vergil just wanted what Dante had, which he perceived as the love of their mother, because she "chose" to save Dante instead of him. In reality, she tried to go after Vergil too, but simply didn't survive. Vergil was entirely unaware of this, so obviously he'd be upset. It's the crux of all his problems.

Vergil HIMSELF even theorises what would happen if they switched places that day! He wonders what would happen if he and Dante's lives were swapped! (Which, TBH, would be a pretty neat AU, heheheheh.) Legit! "If our positions were switched... would I have your life? And you mine?" DUDE WANTED TO KNOW!!! He wanted to know what it was like to BE Dante, to be LOVED, to be PROTECTED by the ONE PERSON they had in their lives at the time! They only had their mother, so OF COURSE Vergil would be upset due to the circumstances! HE JUST WANTED TO BE PROTECTED AND LOVED.

3Vergil doesn't show much of this side of him, because he's just angry and going through a lot and he JUST wanted to be powerful enough that no one could hurt him any more. He would NEVER say this, but dude....... You cannot convince me this dude just wanted to be powerful to keep himself safe. To feel like he finally would've had enough power to protect the people he loves AND himself. He just didn't want to be hurt again. This is, by NO MEANS, an excuse for his actions. It's an explanation. His actions shouldn't be excused because of his ~ f e e l i n g s ~, but I firmly believe that post-D//M//C5, he could redeem himself for these actions. For everything he's done, he can realise it's wrong. He can grow to be a better person. He can reconcile with Dante and even be a good father to Nero. He can be better and I want to believe that he WOULD be better. After everything V went through, discovering that he doesn't really want to be the person he used to, Vergil can change and be better.

OOFIES. This has gone on long, BUT I STILL HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THE REBOOT BOYS THAT I STRUGGLE TO PUT INTO WORDS, SO BEAR WITH ME IF THIS SEEMS STUPID OR GARBLED.

Context for the reboot: It's basically a remake of the series that got poor reception because people struggle to accept change. :) I will not debate this and anyone who wants to come at me can eat my socks.

Dante 2.0, like original Dante, HAS PROBLEMS. He's an edgy punk bitch who has problems and he's so ugly I love him.

This dude went his entire life struggling with his identity as someone "human." At one point, he was so convinced he didn't have a heart that he ripped open his own chest to see if he did. Yeah. Dude has issues. But it's ok, because in game, he legitimately sets aside his own issues with people to save humanity. Dude's got such BDE.

People hate him, but I feel like they fail to realise what the hell he's been through. He's been through just as much shit as original Dante. Same goes for Vergil 2.0. These boys have been through SO MUCH, but people don't see that because "Nooo!! You can't just remake the series!!!" Meanwhile I'm like "hehe handsome nephilim boys go brrr."

I literally cannot begin to explain the amount of hate people have for the reboot and it makes me sad, because... like.... y'all.... don't realise... these dudes... went through so much shit..... and yeah... I get it... remake bad, original good, but dude.... my dude.... my bro.... you do not have to hate it that much.... calm down, it's just a video game....

My dude Dante grew up in the system because the foster homes and shit he got placed in were run by demons!!! So he'd lash out at them!!! He was violent because demons suck!! They killed his mom and enslaved his dad!!! Imagine!!! Being surprised by that!!! When you know what he went through!!! Damn, couldn't be me!!!

Vergil went through some shit too!!! Like!!! Yeah, he was adopted into a rich family and lived a pretty cushy life, but fact of the matter is!!! Their parents died and they had their memories WIPED when they were kids!!! Imagine!!! The distraught!!! When he (since he found out who he was long before Dante did) realised what had happened!!! When he remembered!! When he discovered he wasn't human!! My dude founded a whole ass group of demon hunting hactivists because he knew demons sucked and wanted to make the world a better place. It wasn't until after Mundus (big stinky demon man) died that he started realising how frail humans could be and decided to be an asshole about it.

I'm so sad that there will never be any more about the reboot, because fans decided to be assholes about it. I'm so sad that we'll never learn more about what happened to those boys. I'm so sad that we'll never be able to see whether they reconcile or even have the opportunity to.

Alas, I have to rely on heavy headcanon and personal re-write of the story to fix canon instead. :<