#oc: bit ingram

[t0tentanz]

my best girl ♡

[kirbyherpaderpy]

[oc] Mama's Boy

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[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #15

Prompt: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Fandom/OCs: Navy Man OCs (Michael Ingram)

Words: 1330

Sicknario inspo: Standing, groaning, clutching head from this post and "that's quite the fever" from this post.

Author’s comments/background: Poor Michael. I feel like I pick on him a lot, giving him awful illnesses and putting him in embarrassing situations only for him to pass out all the time. But he's just so gentle and whumpable lol. One of these days I'll give him a partner. Maybe. Read his first story here. 

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He had always dreamed of visiting the tropics, and at last his dream was coming true. The year was 1910, and the United States Navy had called select officers to convene and inspect their newest base in the tropical paradise of Hawaii, and Captain Michael Ingram was one among them. It seemed too good to be true. Yet when the ship had docked, he had been welcomed with open arms. His senses were boggled by the beauty surrounding him on the tiny, mystical island. It seemed he had left earth entirely and somehow landed in heaven. 

The days leading up to them making port had not been kind to the naval captain, however, and a nasty virus they had picked up somewhere was ravaging his crew. The ship's med bay was overrun with men complaining of "brain splitting" headaches, light sensitivity, vertigo, and a raging fever that had them either pouring sweat or shaking with chills by turns. The scariest part of the illness, though, was its sudden onset. A man could be fine and dandy at lunch and bedridden by supper, and there seemed to be few to no warning symptoms until the headache hit at full force. 

Everyone that has contracted it had recovered thus far, though there were a few close calls, but convalescence was unusually slow, leaving the men weak and exhausted for weeks, hardly able to do even half duty. Worry was gnawing at the captain, and he hoped some days in the tropical air would help clear his ship of whatever invisible, unwanted cargo it was carrying. 

The first day was the tour and inspection of the base which went as expected, though it did leave Captain Ingram wishing for a permanent posting here. A strategy and debriefing meeting was planned for the second day. That morning, too, went as usual. If the captain was a bit weaker, more sleepy, more achy during the meetings, he never noticed it, as he would tell the medical people later. It seemed at first to be a normal day at port. 

By the mid-morning, though, he began to feel something amiss. It seemed as if a lead weight was settling over his body and he had the overwhelming urge to lie down and sleep, which of course was impossible, since the meeting was planned for all day. Then a strange sensation started behind his eyes, a tightness and weakness, blossoming into a dandy of a headache in no time that left him squinting at the daylight. Soon he was nauseous and shaky, since any movement left him spinny-headed, and the light had him feeling almost blinded. A cold sweat that had nothing to do with the temperature began to work its way down his collar, and that's when he knew he was in trouble.

Yet all of this he kept to himself. What else could he do? Excuse himself from a meeting he was already attending, after reporting to his superiors that he was in good health only hours before? Unthinkable. So he sat, trying not to move his head, and speaking as little as possible, doing his best to keep his shaking to a minimum. 

Nothing stays hidden forever, though, and his undoing came when the men adjourned for the midday meal. Michael, eager to find a cold, dark room in which to pass the hour, stood too quickly, and a wave of pain flooded every inch of his head and cascaded down his spine. He gripped the back of the chair for dear life, or else he would have toppled over, but his free hand flew to clutch his head as a guttural groan escaped against his will. He felt hands on his back and arms and heard voices saying something, but his vision had all but grayed out and it was all he could do to cling to consciousness. 

There were too many people around him, too many people talking, and Michael only wanted a breath of air and silence. His mumbled protests seemed to be going unheard, and he thought he likely wasn't coherent. He desperately needed to get away, so he made a serious miscalculation: he let go of the chair, his lifeline, and tried to take a few steps. He had a split second to process his vision going from gray to black as his knees buckled beneath him out of nowhere before he knew no more.

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He woke in a hospital bed in Pearl Harbor's medical ward to the feel of his face being sponged with a cold cloth. Yet consciousness returned to him sluggishly, so at first the sensation was detached from anything else. He made an involuntary noise, though, which elicited a response:

"Nice to have you back with us, sailor," said a woman's voice. 

This was a turn of events he had not expected, so he forced his eyes open, though it took great effort. 

A white cap with a red cross, blue eyes, red hair framing a pretty face. This was all he could take in before his eyes fell shut as he groaned again. 

"That's quite the fever you have. You've got all the officers in an uproar. You certainly know how to get attention, don't you?" said the nurse conversationally as she continued to sponge him off. 

In his near-delirious state he had trouble following what she was saying, but he thought he caught the gist of it, though he could think of nothing to say in response.

She seemed not to notice or mind his silence, and continued her side of the conversation easily. "And I can't think of a more inconvenient place to get sick. I'm sure you were enjoying your visit to the island. No one wants to see the inside of a sick bay, but especially not at a new port. Still, there are worse places to convalesce I suppose." 

As she spoke, he was checking in with the rest of his senses: A cool breeze danced across his skin, carrying tantalizing, delicious floral and fruity scents for which he had no name. Forcing his lids open again, he tried to look past the nurse, taking in gauzy curtains fluttering beside open windows filled with sunlight. If one focused on the window, it would be easy to forget that one was in a sick bay. 

At length a cup of water was pressed to his lips, and he drank it down eagerly. 

"Thank you," he said. His voice felt rusty. He wondered how long he'd been unconscious.

"My pleasure." The nurse pulled the cloth away at last as Michael felt himself starting to shiver. "I'm Helen, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Michael," he mumbled, belatedly realizing she would already know his name and everything about him, probably including what he looked like naked, since he had gathered that he was dressed in a hospital gown. 

She also pretended this was a normal meeting, though. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. You're not going anywhere for a while, not until we get that fever down, so I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other. But I'll take good care of you, never fear."

She winked broadly, and he couldn't help but smile. She had managed to make him feel at ease already, a task few medical personnel ever accomplished. She was good at her job… or else this fever was making him crazier than he realized. 

Conversation was proving to be difficult, though, and once more he was at a loss for what to say. He spoke the first words that came to mind after a sluggish pause:

"I look forward to getting to know you better, Helen." His eyes were already getting heavy with exhaustion, but he heard her laugh softly. 

"Get some rest, Michael. I'll be here when you wake."

After that, he knew no more.

[bokatan]

for the "make your ocs suffer" ask, 3, 6, 9, and 12 for reed and mercy?

[ make your OCs suffer ]

3: Do they try to prevent unnecessary suffering?

Reed: Yes, no questions asked. He doesn't enjoy killing, but it's part of what he does for a living and he wants to get it over with as quickly and cleanly as possible.

Mercy: In general, yes. There are exceptions though- if that person/affiliated faction has intentionally harmed her or a loved one and she's going after them for revenge, or if it's someone like a slaver, cult leader, abuser, etc- she's more than likely going to drag it out and let them suffer a bit.

6: How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

Reed: He wouldn't have any issues killing someone else to save a loved one. He's typically pretty willing to sacrifice himself, too- he's been injured a handful of times from trying to protect a loved one.

Mercy: There’s some variation depending on who that someone is, but in general: she’d kill a stranger without much thought & it wouldn’t take much to push her to self-sabotage to save someone she loves. I think she could potentially be pushed to sacrifice herself for a loved one, but it’d take a lot and she’d do her best to find a different solution before going that route.

9: What do they regret the most?

Reed: He regrets not trying to get any of the squires or Ingram off the Prydwen prior to destroying it. He knows that he’s responsible for their deaths, that they were collateral damage, and that they likely could’ve been convinced to get out beforehand if he’d actually worked out a real plan rather than following a half-assed impulsive decision. He tries very hard not to acknowledge that though.

Mercy: She regrets a lot of the work that led up to her getting into the Enclave, & she regrets the work she did under them. She’s trying not to let it go to waste though- a lot of the traveling she does is with the intent to collect what she can from various research facilities and build off of it.

12: How easy is it for them to get lost in despair?

Reed: it’s actually pretty hard- he’s the type that would rather die fighting than just accepting that it’s a lost cause.

Mercy: She’s not likely to actually get lost in it. She doesn’t get volatile in the same manner that Reed does, but she also has a very strong instinct to fight and she’s much more likely to plot and wait for an opportunity than she is to just accept that there’s nothing else she can do.

[tonytylerdraws]

I did an art exchange with @t0tentanz with their Cyberpunk 2077 OC Bit Ingram. I was a little stuck until I happened to see a Patrick Nagel piece on my Instagram feed.

Not my usual style, but I love Nagel, so it was perfect. I included a few variations.

[tonytylerdrawz]

Updated and tweak an art exchange it did with @t0tentanz Cyberpunk 2077 OC Bit Ingram.

Based on a Patrick Nagel piece.

[roleplay-cupid]

F21 literate to advanced literally writer here with a bit of a odd request but im really hoping and attempting to give it a shot!

Looking for someone who would be up and open to writing as canon characters from some films portrayed by actor Billy Zane--- i know that sounds a bit odd but Im honestly such huge simp for him and some of the characters he's brought to life, and portrayed! I would really like to explore some ocxcc or even ccxcc scenarios, and further plot/develop and expand the small cheesy plots, and universe offered to us depending on the film.

Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight [1995]

I'm looking for someone who would be down, and open for trying to write as charming an' classic 'The Collector' from Tales from the Crypt's 1997 DEMON KNIGHT film! It's honestly such a cheesy movie but so so interesting to me and i feel like so much more could be done to it etc, i love his character in it and the demons/key scenario in itself. I would love to have the opportunity to write as the lovely Jeryline and explore her character dynamic up against The Collector as a whole--- or i would ultimately like to write as a undeveloped oc of mine inspired by the film; a friend of Jeryline's💛 i would all-in-all like to expand and explore the 'Demon Knight' universe and plot in general, so Im honestly open to anything and everything with this, and Im all ears and open to ideas if someone out there share's the same interest as me, and has any!

Dead Calm [1989]

Again, much like my other request above, I'm looking for someone who would like to explore and write/plot within another film of Zane's, Which is the film Dead calm and his spunky, evil little character Hughie Warriner! I would like to write out and dive into exploring the dynamic further between Rae ingram and Hughie, and overall everything that happens aboard the boat etc. If wanted / allowed, i would really like to include an oc or a secondary character in this to add more to the plot and original plot added from the film ! This movie means a lot to me and had always been a favorite, and I'm just dying to write something based on it!

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18+ due to me being over twenty and for obvious reasons due to the nature of some of these films etc; NSFW is welcome but not entirely wanted nor needed! I write as both female and N/B ocs and if wanted or really needed i a m open to doubling--- I'm in plenty of fandoms [sci-fi, horror, slasher, historical fiction etc] and up for writing other characters from said movies in return, and overall just about anyone ! :)

If you're interested pleaseplease feel free to comment or drop a like below and I'll be reaching out to you asap so we can plot, and discuss further! I write both on here and on discord!

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[psychedex]

Tumblr keeps giving me errors when I try to post this. Homophobia

[danses-with-dogmeat]

so, How do you think the companions would react to finding out sole has advanced prosthetics from their time in the war? (i headcannon fem sole as some sort of SOF during the war, coz lawyer is just boring >.>)

Fallout 4 Companions react to Sole having advanced prosthetics from before the bombs fell. 

Hey anon, thanks so much for the ask! This was really interesting to think about, and yeah, I also headcannoned one of my OCs as a soldier before the bombs fell, cuz yeah... not sure how helpful being a lawyer would be in post-apocalyptic times 😅 I hope you enjoy!

Cait:

     Her eyes would fall to the line across Sole’s right elbow, wondering how she hadn’t noticed it before. She wouldn’t care too much, and wouldn’t treat them any differently, but she would be interested in how Sole had gotten their injury, and would certainly try and coax the whole story out of them (resorting to the use of alcohol if necessary to loosen their lips). She was so bold about her own traumatic past experiences, so Sole could surely tell her about this one thing, right? The brawler might also be interested in the physical abilities of their prosthetic arm and hand, wondering if it would give them an edge in the next bar fight they found themselves in.

Curie:

     She would be very interested in every detail Sole could provide regarding their prosthetic shoulder, left chest plate, and arm. The scientist wouldn’t be able to contain herself, asking question after question about its functionality, the nature of Sole’s injury before they received the prosthetic, their rehabilitation process, the way the prosthetic interacts with Sole’s body and how it's able to move. As Sole stood there, trying to figure out where to begin, Curie’s eyes would widen in surprise at her own rudeness, she would apologize and ask if Sole was comfortable discussing their injury with her. As she finds out more, Curie would begin to try and create her own prosthetics based off of Sole’s in order to help any handicapped patients she came across in the Commonwealth.

Danse:

     The paladin’s eyes would widen at Sole’s words. He never would have guessed that Sole’s entire left hip and leg was an advanced prosthetic, and the commanding officer would be curious as to why they hadn’t mentioned it to him earlier. He would feel guilty as he thought back on all of the times he pushed them harder, told them to gruffly to keep up or to continue moving after it seemed like they needed rest. He would apologize and ask how he could help to better accommodate Sole, offering to speak to Proctor Teagan and Proctor Ingram about Sole’s circumstances and possible improvements to their power armor or the prosthetic itself. Danse would be a little hesitant, but ultimately he would gain the courage to ask if they would be comfortable telling him about how they were injured, going so far as to share some of the stories surrounding his own battle scars with them in return.

Deacon:

     Deacon would have been curious as to why Sole always wore their sunglasses, he often thought perhaps they were simply mocking him. But one night, as they removed their shades and locked eyes with him, he would notice the difference in coloration and ask them about it. When they told him one of their eyes was a fully functioning prosthetic, he'd be a little shocked, not even aware that those existed, but interested nonetheless. Apart from the occasional joke about Sole getting an eye patch, being a pirate, or just sight-related puns in general, he would be pretty chill about the whole thing. If Sole wanted to tell him more about it, he was open to it, but he wouldn't mind if they wanted to keep it to themself. No matter how much he knows, Deacon would be protective of his partner, and would try his best to keep their prosthetic a secret from as many people as possible, since it is such a unique feature of theirs.

Hancock:

     He wouldn't even break eye contact with Sole when they told him about their prosthetic right arm and shoulder, he would just ever so slightly raise the ridge above his eyes in surprise at having never noticed before. It really wouldn't matter to him, and he would treat Sole the same way he always has, just maybe he would try and stick to the right of them more often since he knows that it's their weaker side. If they're ever in any pain, he'll of course have a plethora of chems on hand to help relieve them of it. He won't be one to openly ask about their past and their injury, but if they want to tell him, he's all ears and no judgment.

MacCready:

     He would try to act nonchalant when they told him about their prosthetic forearm, wrist, and hand, but his expression would clearly give away his shock. What do you mean it’s not real!? How does it work? What happened to your real arm? Can you still feel stuff with it? Does it make it harder to aim? How does it move? A hundred questions would tumble into his mind, but he would try his best to keep them all from spilling out of his mouth at once, putting on a cool front, he’d simply nod and tell them that he’s glad they felt they could tell him about it, and that would be the end of it for now. As they continue traveling together, he would periodically voice one of the questions he had thought of before, still trying to seem aloof about the whole thing. In reality, he thinks it’s really cool, and it reminds him of a few comic book characters he’s read about.

Nick:

     The detective was nothing short of astounded when he looked into Sole’s eyes for the first time after finding out they were fully functioning prosthetics. He couldn’t believe it, they looked so realistic, he never would have known if he hadn’t been told. Finding out about Sole’s eyes honestly made the synth feel more at home around them; not that they had ever made him feel alienated as a synth, but now he felt like they could empathize with him a bit more easily. Although, he must admit, he’s a little jealous of their normal-looking eyes in comparison to his own. The older synth has made his peace with who and what he is, having been this way his whole synthetic life, but he may just approach Sole and speak to them about where, hypothetically, he could find prosthetics like theirs, and would consider speaking to Dr. Amari about installing them. Sole, of course, would help him out, all while making sure Nick knew how much they liked his eyes the way that they are.

Piper:

     The reporter's eyes would slowly widen with each inch Sole's pant leg was rolled up to expose their prosthetic ankle, shin, and knee. She would then try to contain her shock, but would fail pretty miserably as her interviewing instinct kicked in and she began firing off every question that entered her mind. Most of them had to do with how Soles life changed after they had their injury, and then received their prosthetic limb, and Sole would answer a few to appease her before she realized how insensitive she was being. Piper would then instantly make up for it by apologizing to them, and offering to help them out with anything they may need. More often than not, while they were traveling, she would offer to carry more, would try and take more rest stops, and would offer even more snacks and beverages to Sole along the way. Sole would insist that they're okay, telling her about the fully functioning nature of their prosthetic, but she would still take efforts to help them out more often.

Preston:

     He would start by apologizing to Sole after he found out, but he wouldn’t be sure exactly why he felt the need to apologize. Perhaps because he felt sorry for them, and the injury and rehabilitation they had to live through? Or maybe it was because he felt like he had put too much pressure on them from the start? He had asked them to take down a dozen raiders and a deathclaw on the first day he’d met them, and then offered them the position of general, and all this time they had been helping those in need of their help with two prosthetic legs. They told him briefly that they had been injured before the bombs fell, but he hadn’t realized it had been this extensive. He would be sure to take it a little easier on them, and would be more conscious of their well-being, offering to rest more when they were traveling, and giving what missions he could to other minutemen. Preston wouldn’t pry, but would be ready to listen if Sole ever wanted to tell him more about their injury or their experience living with their prosthetics.

X6-88:

     X6's expression would remain ultimately unchanged as they told him about their two prosthetic hands, but he would marvel at their authenticity. How had he not known that they were prosthetics? The courser would ask if they were fully functional, if only to ensure that the prosthetics wouldn't be a danger to Sole in combat, but once assured that they were, he wouldn't treat Sole any differently. Inside, he would be curious about how Sole had sustained such an injury, but he would never voice it. If they did choose to tell him the whole story, he would simply listen and nod, a little confused as to why they felt the need to share this information with him. Though he didn't know why they told him, he would feel a strange lightness in his chest at the fact that they trusted him enough to share something this personal with him. 

[porchwood]

Gadge Plot Bunny Wishlist: Jane Eyre

Because my roommate (who may or may not also be on Tumblr... :D) and I binged on Jane Eyre in July and by the end of the month couldn’t believe there wasn’t a Gadge version, at least that we could readily locate. All delicious parallels aside: you have a volatile young woman with the last name “Mason” who is traditionally paired with Gale and would make a fascinating mad-wife-in-the-attic! How on earth has this not been done?? (Or, once more, is it out there and I’ve simply missed it?)

Let’s say Rochester!Gale (Galen Greenbrier Hawthorne, if you’re me ;D) had to marry shortly after the unexpected death of his father for financial/taking-care-of-the-family reasons and there was an American lumber baron with a striking daughter... Fast forward a few years: Rory and Vick are away at Eton, safe from strange noises and suspicious questions, but Posy, being 14 years younger than her still youngish guardian-brother, is running wild as an Amazon at home with said glowering, cloak-and-dressing-gown-wearing brother and his atmospheric wolfhound and in dire need of a modest, exemplary, piano-playing governess. :) :) :)

I’m still working on explaining the Reeds and Lowood (though, if you’re me, Mrs. Undersee has a brother, Galbraith Donner, who could totally leave a sugar-related fortune to his long-lost niece :D), and I’d absolutely love to see Lavinia as Helen Burns. ❤

Madge could totally start out as Margaret/Madeline and Gale coins “Madge” for a nickname, much like Rochester calling Jane “Janet.” And best of all (my aforementioned roommate is going to love this), Gale would actually make a convincing gypsy woman! Maybe he even had Posy help with the disguise to make him more convincing (and, of course, beautiful)! *dies of laughter*

[t0tentanz]

fuck off

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

My Works

Here is a complete list of my longer fics. Regularly updated as I post, including all posted Sicktember 2021 fics (under the cut). 

Also, I have even longer stuff posted on AO3 under the same name (PerfectPaperBluebirds) so head on over there for even more sickfic goodness.

My ask box is always open for prompts! I’m always up to try something new, so if there's any aesthetics you want to see, please send them my way :)

Historical/Fantasy (OCs)

The Doctor Is In... the Inn (Alastair Clayton)

Spells and Sneezes (Sorcerer ‘Verse)

A Virus for the Vicar (Nicholas and Lydia Lennox)

Under the Willow (Peter and Violet)

An Artist’s Study on Illness (Giuliano et al.)

Icing and Frosting (Sprite Kingdom)

Tidings of Comfort (Captain Michael Ingram)

Here Comes the Sun (Daniel and Eleanor Todd)

Powers and Flowers (Sorcerer ‘Verse)

Curses and Comforts (Sorcerer ‘Verse)

Fandom

A Darcy Day Off (P&P)

Reunion (P&P)

House Calls Pt. 1 (Hann/ibal TV)

House Calls Pt. 2  (Hann/ibal TV)

Better Now (Bl/ack Ta/pes podcast)

Cold Comfort (P&P)

Safe and Warm (the Manda/lorian)

Eyes On You (P&P)

Colder Weather (Crim/inal Min/ds)

Tender Loathing Care (Letter/kenny)

Modern (OCs)

Book Club

Hospitality

Under the Weather Pt. 1 (Shane&Molly)

Under the Weather Pt. 2 (Shane&Molly)

Without You (Shane&Molly)

Miserable At Best (CottageVersity)

Never Gonna Leave This Bed (Shane&Molly)

Mess Is Mine (CottageVersity)

Sicktember 2021

Fever (MCU)

Persistent Cough/Sniffling (MCU Thor college AU)

Chicken Pox/Rash (The Office)

Headache/Migraine (Knives Out)

Nebulizer (Criminal Minds)

Sneaky Temperature Check (Howl’s Moving Castle [book] )

Contagious (Pride and Prejudice)

I’m Not Sick (Jurassic World)

Medicine/Injection (MCU Shrinkyclinks AU)

Bed Rest (Letterkenny)

Faking it (New Girl)

Appendicitis (Knives Out)

Aches and Pains (the Mandalorian)

Quarantine (the Office)

Hot Water Bottle (Letterkenny)

Ginger Ale and Crackers (New Girl)

Fever Dream/Hysteria (Phantom of the Opera)

Alt: Stay (Pride and Prejudice)

Doctor’s Visit/Check Up (OCs)

Unlikely Caregiver (Star Wars Episodes 7-9)

Alt:  Asleep on the Couch (Hannibal TV)

Sneezing (Black Tapes Podcast)

Sick at School/Work (Hannibal TV)

Blankets (OCs)

Missing Out (OCs)

Alt:  Warm Soup (Criminal Minds)

Sicktember 2022: 

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’ (DnD OCs)

2.  Homesick (Captain Ingram)

3.  Painkillers (Sick Tony Stark)

4.  Hangover (Sick Thor Odinson)

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’ (Sick Clint and Natasha)

6.  Sick On Vacation (Shane & Molly OCs)

7.  A Cry For Attention (Encanto)

8.  Intense Coddling (the Office)

9.  Home Remedy (Cowboy OCs)

10.  ‘Blow Your Nose’ (Sorcerer ‘Verse OCs)

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas (Plague Doctor ‘Verse OCs)

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness (CottageVersity OCs, sick!JB)

13. Seasonal Allergies (Sick Clint Barton)

14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’ (Navy Man OCs)

15. Sunburn (Science Lovers OCs)

16. Care Package (the Black Tapes Podcast)

17. Syncope/Fainting (Rockstar ‘Verse OCs)

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach (Sick Bruce Banner)

19. Whining/Crying (Sick Natasha Romanov)

20.  Cold Sweat (CottageVersity OCs, sick!Theo)

Alt. 2. VapoRub (Sick pre-serum Bucky)

22. Common Cold (Hannibal TV)

23. Tepid Bath (Hannibal TV)

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’ (Shane & Molly OCs)

Alt. 3.  Cuddling on the Couch (CottageVersity OCs, Sick!Padma)

26. Tickle in the Throat (Priest ‘Verse OCs)

27. Sleepless Night (DnD OCs)

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day (Bridget Jones’s Diary)

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion (Sick Steve Rogers)

30. ‘Get Back in Bed’ (Vicar ‘Verse OCs)

[bokatan]

🍓r🍓e🍓e🍓d🍓 :3c

Give me a🍓 and one of my OCs, and i’ll tell you some random facts about said OC!

He gets mild hand tremors pretty frequently. He's not sure if it's from the mentats or if it's an actual issue, but it doesn’t bother him enough to look into it.

One of the first things he did after getting out of the vault was eat a bit of glowing fungus that he found outside of Sanctuary. It wasn’t his best idea - he initially had pretty much no tolerance for radiation since he’d never been exposed to it previously, so that and some packaged food resulted in him getting sick a few days after getting to Cambridge. He ends up with a strong aversion to pre-war foods from that incident.

He regrets not trying to get Ingram to leave the Brotherhood before taking out the Prydwen. They were pretty close friends by the time he defected and he would’ve tried to talk to her if it hadn’t been such a high risk mission. He lies to Deacon about it, but he’s pretty bothered from finding her body when they go back to the ruins to look for survivors.

[palidan-sheep]

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Holotape

Part 2 is here

Ship- Danse x Oc

Warnings- cursing.

Words- 1711(?)

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The forecastle.

Once a place so long forgotten had become a place so well remembered by one individual. Once a place so neglected had become so loved.

Osha had taken to the front of the Prydwen shortly after her she was free from being bed bound but she was Prydwen bound so she could remain close to Cade, her wounds just had to be in the most inconvenient places and were prone to reopening.

With so much life aboard the Prydwen, it was hard to find a moment of peace and privacy when it was wanted or needed. It's always a strange thought that no one else though to find themselves out, soaking in the glorious view that the forecastle offered but this could be reasoned off to that those were busy with assignments and task's.

She was one of the lucky few to be excluded from this long list of task's, though in her eyes this was a curse.

The very moment she set foot outside of the medical bay, she was scolded by Cade to not do much of anything, the only thing she could feasible do was walk around and even then, Cade warned her to limit her movement.

On top of Cade's scolding, Ingram had told her of a rule that was set in place shortly after Danse had became a Palidan. She nor Tegan nor Quinlin could work those under his command who were injured.

Though Osha found a way to work around this rule, Igram would write down what she needed done and Osha would, somehow, find the note. But even then, Ingram didn't work her hard, it was mundane task's and it drove Osha crazy because they were so quick for her.

But it was something to do for a bit so she couldn't complain to much.

So there she sat.

Bored.

To bored to swing her legs, to bored to move out of the sun breams, to bored to calm her nerves as she refused to acknowledge the man standing behind her.

She knew it is him and she could only guess why he was there.

She hadn’t remembered that holotape up until Danse had informed her of the events while inquiring about her version of events. He didn’t speak of the tape, he only mentioned finding her after shooting a synth and that moment clicked in her head.

“Rogers-“

Was he here to scold her?

“Rogers?”

To tell her that the tape made him uncomfortable?

“Rogers!”

To tell him that they can no longer work together?

“Osha!”

“Yes sir?” It was unusual that he would refer to her by using her first name so this easily snapped her out of her train of thoughts and brought her to face the reality that she couldn’t avoid this anymore.

She wiped her head around to face him despite international not wanting to, in truth she wanted to slink through one of the gaps in railings and disappear to the depths below.

She couldn’t control the color on her face, she couldn’t control the feeling of her throat closing in, she couldn’t control the feeling of waves of hot and cold flashes overcoming her body, she couldn’t control the nervous jitters that forced her feet and hands to twitch.

She tried to take solace when looking at him but he was a man who showed very little emotion so all she could pick up was pink cheeks and fumbling of a orange and white piece of plastic. Clear signs that he was nervous but was it because he was uncomfortable with what she said?

The whole damn reason why this was happening was being flipped between his hands.

“I guess you already know what this is-“ He said softly after noticing her looking at the tape. He promptly stopped fumbling with it, he didn’t want any distractions.

“I-it was…” she had no idea what to say.

“You’ve remember what you said-“ yes she did, every single words. “Why else would you be avoiding me…” he was right, unfortunately. Wether it was by her own will or some unknown force, she’d always managed to slip right past Danses view any time he was aboard the ship.

Stealth always had been her best attribute.

“Dan-“ she choked on her own words trying to say something. Her throat hurt so bad to the point she had to rub her hand on it, a fruitless attempt at soothing the almost burning pain form her throat. Tears began to threaten her eyes.

He wasn’t sure to say now, he had been hyping himself for this, had a whole dialogue tree prepared with the big question at the end. The one signal question that resonated with him since he first heard that tape.

He opened his mouth but no words came out. He hopped that she would say something but she was in the same state as him.

He wanted her to say something, he wanted to say something, he wanted something to happen but nothing did. They just were there in that moment. The world still moved on and time ticked away but they wouldn’t move or say anything.

The silence made the air to heavy to breathe, someone had to do something

“I-I’m sorry…” Osha finally forced her words threw her throat. Though it wasn’t without pain.

Well there’s a start, Danse could work off of this, he could find someway to loop that into his premeditated dialogue tree, right?

“Why?” He looked down at the tape, the damn tape that started this all. It sat so peacefully in the palm of his hand, so unbothered by the tension it helped fueled.

In all honesty, she had no idea why he said why or way a to respond to it. Could he mean as in why she’s sorry? Or why did she creat the tape? Why does she feel this way for him? Why she’s been avoiding him?

“I’m not sure how to answer that-“ she looked away from him and back out to world before her. “Why what?”

“Why make this…this tape?”

“Did you not listen to the tape?“ she paused, feeling her heart thumping within chest all throughout her body. Did that come off as hostile? Annoyed? Rude? Was she over thinking this?

“I did that’s why I’m he-“

“I thought I was going to die Danse.” She cut him off with haste. It hurt to say that, to admit that she thought that she had reached the lowest point in her life. Tears had began to fall now, she tired her best to keep them back but it was impossible now. “I-I…if there is an afterlife and I’d…I’d be forced to remember everything then I didn’t want that… that fucking guilt of not confessing to eat at me.”

Danses whole dialogue tree and crashed and burned. He was stumped, she had pretty much told him the answer he had wanted to hear but there was still that part of him who needed to hear her say it.

“What you said, you mean it?” God does he feel stupid right now.

“Every single word…”

“You love me?” He was surprised that he was able to force those words out of his mouth.

“I do.” She let out a faint awkward chuckle.

Great, now time for him to tell her that he loves her too! Of course he couldn’t, he could open his mouth like always but the words got trapped within his throat and all that came out was faint voice cracks.

He knew his silence was causing tremendous pain and agony to her. His failure to speak was probably causing more pain to her then when her life was ok it last leg. His own silence was causing him pain, eating away at him as the seconds passed.

He body made sporadic movements in the attempts to force something out of him. Reaching his hand out for her only to pull it back, extending his fingers only for them to curl up, picking his foot up only to put it back down.

He didn’t know what else to do then other to fall to his knees and rest his forehead against her back between her shoulder blades.

This was unexpected but it was something.

“I…I’m not…not good with this kinda of stuff-“ he grumbled while dropping the holotape between them “this emotional crap…”

He could feel her body relax and a shirt bust of air leave her nose. “I know, I’m well aware.” Despite this humor, it was clear that she was still hurting. He hadn’t said anything feasible in collation to her confession and he could only imagine what this neglect to her confession was doing to her.

“Just…uh, just be patient with me”

That was all he could think of to say. Yes he loved her but he wasn’t ready to say it out right, this moment didn’t feel like the right moment to say it. It was going to hurt them both, that was an obvious but he was just going to have to wait.

“What?”

“I don’t…I feel the same way, I truly do but…I can’t do a relationship now…I know I won’t be good at it…”

He was being honest with her, he had to be. He already caused her enough pain, just the thought of lying to her and dragging her into a relationship that he wasn’t ready for was going to hurt more then if they had just waited.

“I understand.” She wasn’t sure how to respond to this. “I’m-heh, I’m then willing to be patient but…” she paused, was it a good idea to even mention the Brotherhood? To bring up the whole ideals of no dating outside of ranks? This would just muddy the water even more but was eventual going to be brought up.

Not knowing what else to do, she reached back for the holotape and put it onto her lap. Danse lifted his head from her back, his eyes having followed her hand and forcing him to pick his head up. He was curious as to why she wanted the tape.

“To think, all of this started over this damn holotape…”

[storiesuntold]

ooc/psa - blog changes

Okay, so I removed quite a few muses today (will be under the cut), which still leaves me with 60 muses in total, but it’s a lot lower than it was before at least.

If I can, I plan on working a bit more on this blog tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll find a new theme I like (if you have suggestions on where to find free to use ones, please let me know!), otherwise I might just make a new background edit for the current one.

I think I’ll keep the name but I’ll try to clean up the blog a bit more in general. Furthermore, I might drop a few drafts (I’ll have to check my current ones) but if I do, I’ll let you know.

Muses that have been removed:

Alois Reim (Fandomless OC)

Balthazar Zosimos (Fandomless OC)

Christopher Rose (Fandomless OC)

Ealair Murray (Fandomless OC)

Eloy Faust (Fandomless OC)

Jesse Thanatos (Fandomless OC)

Kaiden Morgenstern (Fandomless OC)

Leviathan (Fandomless OC)

Noah (Fandomless OC)

Zian (Fandomless OC)

Lucifer (Good Omens)

Carl Manfred (DBH)

Godric Gryffindor (Harry Potter)

Colin (aka Connor-60) (DBH)

John Reese (POI)

Nathan Ingram (POI)

Theo Nott (Harry Potter)

William Cooper (R.E.D.)

Aleksey Valiyev (Harry Potter OC)

J Daniel Atlas (NYSM)

I mentioned it in a previous post, but if you really want to RP with one of the removed muses, please let me know and we can see if I might add them back again.

[psychedex]

Kissing the homies good morning

they're bad at getting up in the morning