#oc: liam

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Missile Toe? I don’t think so.

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i had to make an edit using @simandy's new cc pack cause i've been so exited for it.

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And another one!

This time of the party from my mini campaign Sword Seekers!

ft @sessenaa's cleric, @mmoira's fighter and @lottieinanotherworld's barbarian!

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Head Up Seven Up

@oh-no-another-idea thank you so much for the tag~

Finally wrote some of this scene that's been playing out in my head for like a week now. This is part of why I want to scream about Liam from a rooftop. There's more than seven lines but I feel no one will complain. Last part of of the scene is in this post.

“Tatter tot!” I wrapped my arms around the excited nine year old. I laughed as I lifted her up and swung the apartment door closed behind me. “Smells good, Natawista,” I said over the popping of the oil as I walked into the small kitchen area. “Don’t call me that,” Nattie replied with an eye roll. “And don’t eat any of the bread.” She smacked my hand from the pile of temptation waiting to grow on the counter. “Come on, Nat, it’s the best fresh, right Tot?” I turned to Kaye who was still latched onto me and growing heavier by the second. “Yeah!” She readily agreed to her mother’s chagrin. “Whatever, this needs to last the next few days and I can’t be letting the biggest mooch eat it all.” Nat said, the oil nearly drowning her words out as she carefully placed another flattened piece of dough into it. “Mooch? I am nothing but a contributor to this household.” I turned and placed Kaye on the counter separating the kitchen and main room. “You’re getting too big to carry, girl.” “Yeah, uh-uh, I’ve seen more of Kenai lately than you.” As if summoned an excited mnrow sounded from a black shadow trotting down the hall.

Soft tagging: @romances-not-tragedies @blue-kyber @isherwoodj @violets-in-her-arms-writes and as usual OPEN TAG

Would like everyone to know that Nattie's full name is actually Nathalie. Liam just likes annoying people. Also Natawista was a Blackfoot interpreter/diplomat.

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thinking abt liam’s design hrmmm m. wip from a practice comic thingie

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RAAAHHH LIAM

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My OC Tournament Round 1 Poll 11

Information below the cut:

Picrew (for both)

Vyxis (he/him): Vyxis is from my Fate Story. He is the emperor of the Arcadian Empire, and he is trying to change the Fate that is set before him. His father died two years ago due to an uprising from the citizens, and he has put in place better protections for them. He has learned of the his Fate, and he wants to kill a god to change it. Because in the end, he will lose and die, and he refuses for that to be his ending.

Vyxis is a transgender man, who is less distrustful than his Fated counterpart, but who is willing to do anything for his goals. Except hurt Ishnir, his wife and second in command. He adores her and would move the world for her. He cares deeply about keeping her safe, and she feels the same about keeping him safe.

Liam (he/him): Liam is from the androids, vampires, and werewolves story. He is a vampire (who have evolved from cats in this universe), and he lives an extravagant lifestyle. His parents were wealthy, and they wanted him to continue what they were doing, but he said fuck no and left. He always dresses stylishly, and he...might not have the best control over his appetite. He's working on it.

Liam is stylish and extravagant and is always covered in glitter (so he sparkles in the sun!). He isn't used to being on his own, and has kind of gotten out of control, but he'll figure it out. Don't have much on him either yet.

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Liam 💛💙

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Happy new year from tbitw gang!

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Ok, ok, ok, for the expressions…

Liam in B1 June in D3 and Noya in E5? :3

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thank you for sending some in!! these are way too much fun xD

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liam sketch...

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it's silly sunday

Ask The Lads #55- y so seriouss

Maybe tomorrow they can be silly :P

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Curses and Thimbles (chapter two) - Cowardice and coffee

Here is the next chapter of "curses and thimbles", picking off right where we last left off, I hope you enjoy :)

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It was only meant to be a quick in and out, how did it end up like this?

First Jon almost lost his grip while climbing with his gear, then the office suddenly just SWARMED with people who came out of nowhere and when he tried getting some coffee his hook broke and NOW he was stuck in a mug, drenched in coffee!

If the mug was only the slightest bit fuller, then he at least would have been able to make an attempt at climbing out, but with the mug half full and too deep he was sitting ducks, struggling to keep himself above the surface.

Oh, Asha is going to love hearing how he messed up this time.

"Little Jon did it again, he fell in the beans mug yet still didn't get the slightest drop of coffee as his borrowing", he could already hear her in his head.

"God, I hope it's Gael who'll find me and not her" Jon prayed, trying to suppress the thoughts of her teasing and other childish plays that he would have to endure until she'd finally rescue him.

A startled gasp escaped Jon when he heard the distant taking of two men approaching, needing to suppress a scream when he suddenly felt the mug being lifted up.

"Oh, NONONONONO-", it was screaming in his head .

"Stop!", he yelled out in a panic when one of the men was about to take a sip of the coffee, now staring down at his mug, icey blue eyes meeting wide brown ones.

"Oh God, NOT the crazy one!", it was screaming in his head as he recognized the bean that was holding the mug.

"Ey, Liam, you still with me?", the other man asked, snapping his fingers infront of Liam's face.

"Huh- oh, yeah, yeah", he mumbled, still staring directly at Jon.

He took everything back what he thought earlier, he would've liked it a lot more for Asha to find him instead of the bean who was known amongst the other borrowers as the one who'd speak nonesense about some case he made up and tried to prove to his colleagues.

"Is there a fly in your coffee or why are you staring at it so intensely?"

"Uh- yeah, there's something in my coffee.

I'll be right back."

Oh, for HEAVENS sake, couldn't Jon's day get ANY worse?

Before he knew it a pair of fingers grabbed him by the back of the shirt, causing Jon to grab at its collar and attempting to keep it low enough not to cause him to choke.

Dripping coffee and dangling high above the ground all Jon was able to do was not to look down, lest his fear of heights get the better of him.

Don'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlooOH GOD I LOOKED DOWN!

Panick started to claw up his feet, slowly filling him as his legs now started to uselessly kick and breath starting to pick up, fear tearing at his chest and setting his lungs on fire with each breath.

Deep breaths were taken as an attempt to calm his nerves, but if it wasn't for his shirt collar digging into his throat he might have had a better chance to stay calm.

The moment Jon felt ground under his feet he practically collapsed, heaving in deep breaths, still on the verge of hyperventilating and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Thisiswaytoomuchthisiswaytoomuchthisiswaytoomuchthisiswa-

His breath hitched in the back of his throat when two hands practically slammed down next to him, Jon shrinking back and scooting away as much as he could when the huge face of the bean now was starting down at him intensely.

"What the hell are you?", came his voice.

Not a single syllable of the words spoken stuck to Jon, all he could focus on was the way the bean said them.

Cold, monotone, well calculate and sounding dead like some machine.

That and…in a somewhat funny sounding way?

He swore he had heard it before, like an accent of sorts?

Yes, his aunt had an accent like that.

Aunt aunt aunt...MARIE! That was her name!

Wait, no, Jon, focus, you've got to focus, don't spiral don't spiral don't spiral don't -

The tapping of fingers next to him was what brought him back to reality, the only reply Jon being able to muster up being to let out a small, pathetic, nervous laugh.

God, even the pinky of that bean was bigger than him!

Why did he have to come across the one bean that was concidered as tall amongst the others?

"So? Are you gonna answer me or do I have to take MORE drastic measures to make you tell me what you are?"

At that Jon gulped, shaking as he aimlessly tried scooting farther away from the looming face above him.

"In trouble?", he let out with a nervous laugh, flinching when the face leaned in closer again.

"M-may I go now?"

Jon was such a wreck of a mess that he didn't even concider cussing himself out for how pitiful he sounded.

"Only if you answer me some questions", came the cold, calculated voice of Liam.

"O- alright", stuttered Jon.

"Who and what are you?"

That…wasn't the first thing he thought what would come as a question.

"Uh…I'm Jon…Jon Sanchez?"

"Jon Sanchez…" the much taller man rolled the name out on his tongue, looking thoughtful as he fixed his slipping glasses and looked like he was taken a mental note.

"Can I- just- go no-?" "Not so fast", he got cut off, the gaze of the man sharpening.

"I still don't know what you are.

What are you doing here?

Are you a spy?

Were you sent out to find out more about our operations?"

…Oh. So that's what the other borrowers meant when they called him crazy.

Not only did he seem nuts, he ALSO sounded paranoid beyond reason.

Once again not a single word made it across to Jon.

"…What?" "Answer me", the bean demanded, a startled yelp escaping Jon when the two hands next to him slammed down once more.

"Alright, alright! I'm only here for food!"

"Food?", the other man echoed.

"M- maybe the coffee earlier, but I swear, NOTHING else!", came the desperate attempt of satisfying Liam's curiousity.

If there was one thing Jon learnt it was that curiousity was best off sated, if he would just starve the man from answers he'd be kept here even longer.

"Hmm…", the man hummed above him.

"You can't leave." "WHAT", it burst out of Jon's mouth, no matter how much his mind was screaming at him to stay quiet.

He couldn't get caught.

Oh no no nonononono, NOT again!

One time already was one time too much.

"Who knows what kind of conversations you could've eaves dropped into, there is nobody who could stop you from spreading them to the public."

"I don't even KNOW what you do out there all day long! P- please, just let me go!"

"You're trying to tell me that you wouldn't know what we, the FBI, do out there all day, even despite you JUST saying that you would come here to gather food and coffee?" "YES!"

"Well, I still just can't let you go." "You said you would if I answered your questions!"

"Hey, calm down, stop crying."

At that Jon paused.

A shaky hand went up to his cheek, Jon feeling fresh streaks of tears running down his face.

Oh no no nonono he PROMISED himself he wouldn't cry anymore, he PROMISED, he promised he promised he promis-

"Liam, what's taking you so long?"

The second the man took his everlasting gaze from Jon the smaller man emideatly scrambled to his feet, making a run for his dear life and hiding behind the coffee maker and crashing down on his knees, chest heaving as he tried to calm his nerves, hands clasped over his mouth as a force of habit to muffle the amount of sound.

"I swear, it was right here", he caught Liam saying to his colleague.

"Yes, sure, Liam, and your old English teacher who died years ago secretly was Santa Clause", came his sarcastic answer.

"Hey, I never said that! It was my Latin teacher, not my English teacher."

"Mhm, sure, Liam."

God, Jon had to get as far away from that crazy bean as possible.

Without second thought Jon disappeared through the entrance hidden behind the power plug, his legs carrying him all the way as he ran down the tunnels.

All wind was knocked out of him when he didn't watch where he was running, colliding with Gael and both of them now splattered out on the floor.

Slowly collecting themselves each of them sat up.

"Jon?", Gael said in surprise.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?

And why are you just drenched in cof-"

He cut himself off when he saw Jon's frightened expression, his face was as white as chalk and eyes blown wide in a panic, tears still were running down his face.

It had been only once before when he saw Jon in such a panic before.

"Oh… Jon, don't tell me…" "I'M SORRY!"

Gael was taken aback by that.

"I messed up again, I always mess up, I'm sorry I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorryI-" "Hey", Geal interrupted by grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Breathe", he breathed out the word, slowly, Jon quick to catch on as always and taking multiple deep breaths.

"Let's get you home, first of all, make sure you're alright and get you changed out of these damp clothes, ok?

Then we'll talk."

It was soon that Jon realized that this was about to be the worst talk he has ever had in his entire life.

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Liam was slouching in front of his computer, fingers drumming on his desk as he was looking at the bright screen.

A small humm escaped him, fingers now hovering above the keyboard.

No, that's rediculous, he thought.

There was no way that this so called "Jon Sanchez" could have his own file.

After all, last time Liam checked three inch tall people weren't the typical civilian you would see on a daily basis.

And yet…

Curiousity got the better of him, fingers typing out the name of the small man he had just encountered.

Liam blinked.

His pose straightened and leaned forward to take in the screen better.

"Jon Sanchez, missing person case", he read out to himself, eyes falling on the picture attached to the file.

Brown eyes, black hair, a wild, spiky hairstyle...

It all fit if he was to compare it to the so called Jon he just met.

Now, only the age has to-

Liam let himself fall back into his seat, looking at the screen in disbelief.

The case was 21 years old, unsolved.

"What the heck happened to you, John?", Liam asked himself, figuring that this missing kid and the man from earlier HAD to be the same person, this could be no coincidence.

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Last Line Tag Game

Thank you @romances-not-tragedies for the tag! It has been a word drought for me lately but I finally got some good writing in today.

Here is a bit from my newest WIP, The Taste of Thyme. I have to post these two paragraphs for the context. I'll be posting more of this scene in another tag game post after this if you want even more context.

“My little Kenai!” I bent down and he jumped to my shoulders, his purring and little mrrs disrupted by what I called Kenai’s welcome home grooming session. “Missed you too, buddy,” I managed a kiss to his side. I grinned at Nattie. “My main contribution,” I said, pointing to the cat clinging to my head and shoulders. I flinched as some of his claws dug into part of my shoulder. “Oh, brother,” Nattie huffed, her smile evident as she turned back to the sizzling pan and Kaye laughed. “Why don’t you go clean up, dinner should be ready soon enough.”

Tagging: @oh-no-another-idea @pinespittinink @theunboundwriter @thethistlegirl and OPEN TAG

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