#oc; dr. amp

[stormyykat]

guy

[theramblingsofadork]

Excited!! Now that I’ve shared the first bit of my Starline AU, I can now share some headcanons I have about the gang~!!⭐️ :D

- Hex is the youngest and smallest member of the group, being only a few years older than Tails at 12, followed by Cello who’s about 14, and Lug who’s around 16. Rivet, Charge, and Starline are the oldest, being young adults at the time of the competition. (Probably 18-20)

- Rivet is a large part of the reason Starline comes out of his protective shell. Her outgoing and friendly personality softens him up, undaunted by his standoffishness and easily matching his level of wit and sass. To put it simply, he feels safe with her.

- Cello and Starline are not allowed to have a discussion for any longer than half an hour, as after that point they’ll become absolutely heated and the lab will basically turn into a war zone of scientific and hypothetical debate until one of them finally storms out. So, they have to set a timer for their discussions, or leave each other notes.

- Starline ends up becoming a sort of big brother/mentor to Hex after the two have a heart to heart. (Hex really respects SL and the platypus does kind of like having someone look up to him for once, as opposed to always being the one looking up to someone else.)

- Charge is the ✨emotional support cat✨ of the group. He’s a jokester, but also has an oddly somber side to him, and can read the general mood of people through the bio-electricity they give off. As a result, people often find themselves naturally drawn to talk to or confide in him.

- Rivet is very much a night owl. Due to her ability to absorb energy, she can often get through multiple days of all nighters without much problem by using external energy to keep herself charged. Downside is that she does have to sleep for an entire day straight afterwards to make up for it.

- Despite his young age, Hex is a master of the retro games like Asteroid, and has the top score in multiple arcades under the name of HXX.

- Lug was Hex’s first real friend, and despite not having a single iota of understanding about how robotics and coding worked, he still was fascinated and excited about all the things Hex made, even following him to the competition to help him get through it. :D

- The group makes it a habit to eat lunch together in the cafeteria/nearby town at least twice a week, so they can interact and get to know each other outside of work. Starline isn’t keen on this since he usually eats while he works, but is quite literally dragged into joining them by Rivet, which he ends up enjoying after a while.

- There’s a certain sandwich in the cafeteria that Starline absolutely loves. The shape of it, the flavor, the presentation; they’re all just very appealing to him for some reason. So much so that he will refuse to get anything else if it’s on the menu.

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I promise I’ll eventually get around to drawing them all in one big picture! My tablet pen is still broken, so I may have to share the not-quite-design-accurate-WIP I had in the works before it did. But for now, SLEEP.

[angeygirl]

Vaguely incomprehensible thoughts from listening to Self-ish for the first time (mostly written in real time)

(and also I try an analysis at the end despite not understanding the words)

Self: Huh, that was a very chill intro song. Probably setting up motifs or smth I'll look it up later

2012: For a guy having a breakdown this is really funky. Noticing a theme here.

Cotard's Solution:

This... this intro is the end of Dr. Sunshine. Motifs! That's cool :D but alI can hear for the rest is "*Rabid screaming* Murder look like a suicide *Zombie sounds*" I've heard not to trust people who like this song so I'm assuming it has to do with the lyrics but these instruments are fire

Mr. Capgras:

What are these rhythms and why do I love them? Not sure what the vibe is but it feels, like... an old carnival or something? Let me guess, more identity problems? HOLY CRAP THAT'S THE DROP IN DR. SUNSHINE! (looked it up afterward while trying to make this post make sense, Capgras Syndrome is a disorder where a person believes someone important in their life has been replaced by an imposter, but in this case the imposter is imposter syndrome [I think])

The Song With Five Names:

Why does the song have five names anyway? Maybe it'll make sense when I actually can read along and figure out what's happening "Gotta get to the bottom of this"??? This guy keeps reusing things and it makes me so happy. That guitar though...

Hand Me My Shovel:

YES!!!

Fun fact "Hand Me My Shovel" was my first Will Wood song. Found it on a Wilson Higgsbury playlist (I think) and it actually scared me with all the screaming. Funny how it's a favorite of mine now that I associate it with Michael Afton. And it was on a William Afton playlist, ironically enough.

Dr. Sunshine:

Yeah... as far as I'm concerned this song is my traumatized OCs having a dance battle in some spooky bar in the south west or something while yelling at each other for no reason, all just dealing with their own problems by dancing and yelling and stuff.

"Who should I be then if I'll never be the same?" is the opposite of what "Self-" was saying. All that stuff about identity and it ends with "I'm no one now, there's no one now to be." No wonder it sounds so melancholy there. Plus the clock ticking... The title of the album makes so much sense actually

So "Self" was really calm but "-Ish" sounds angry and pained. the songs didn't really amp up linearly (as far as the music goes it's pretty high energy the whole time), but the story is still there.

Someone assured in his identity (Self) loses a large chunk of his memories (2012) and rapidly downward spirals into losing more and more pieces of himself (going to need to lump the other songs together since I couldn't actually figure out what they individually were about). In trying to reinvent himself, he feels he's replacing whatever he had before (Mr. Capgras) and goes digging deeper into himself to look for answers (Hand Me My Shovel). By the time he really does hit the bottom, he's panicking and grabbing at straws for stability, not really one thing or another; not stable but not unstable, not good but not evil, not sure but not lost. Not sunshine but not moonlight. (Dr. Sunshine) In the end he has more questions then answers. All the confidence is gone and he forces himself to just be. (-Ish)

Considering I have a hard time understanding lyrics the first time I hear a song I definitely missed something, but even with what I could make out the story was there. I've heard Will Wood wrote a lot from his experiences and I can feel that in this album.

[astralnexus]

*tl;dr of Syraxians: winged humanoid aliens with magic.

The entire first poll contained the main Syraxian OCs! sdhjfghgjsdf

[clericofshadows]

3, 11, and 14 for the edgy OC asks for Regis?

Thank you for the ask!

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Regis's fatal flaw is perhaps his judgement. He has high standards, and it is hard for him to break his initial interpretations of someone without lots of work. He's quick to dismiss, and hard to trust. This particularly makes him a difficult person (to say the least) to deal with during the events of ME2, as he keeps a good amount of the Cerberus crew at arm's length, if not downright hostile to them. Even some of his former crew who rejoined (like Joker and Dr. Chakwas) who joined Cerberus he initially rejects because they saw what Cerberus did, so why the hell would they ever think joining them was a good idea, even if they were doing it for him?

He's well aware of it, and has tried to work on it, but with little success. He feels he has been burned and betrayed by too many in order to really open up and let people in. If something about them from the beginning disagreed with his morals, standards, or something very petty, it's hard for him to budge. ME2 really doesn't help matters either when he was actually getting a little better about it during the events of ME1.

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Easy. First, his biotics. Second, his sniper rifle. Third, whatever crazy programs he programmed himself on his omnitool. His never used weapon? He can pull off a Vanguard Charge and create biotic bubbles that rival matriarchs, but not without major strain to himself. Something he promised Kaidan he would never use without him by his side.

However, Virmire broke that promise because he was not about to lose both of his most trusted crew members, and he nearly blew out his amp and destroyed his implant by performing Charges and large biotic shields without any breaks. He saved both Kaidan and Ashley, but not without nearly killing himself in the process.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

There's two versions of Regis out there.

The Butcher of Torfan.

Regis Shepard, N7 Sentinel and instructor.

If he trusts you, he hopes you see him as the latter, as someone who you can rely on in the field. Someone who will lend a hand or an ear, who wants to help impart his knowledge onto others. A man who is more than a soldier, a biotic, a person who is thrust into a position he never really wanted but embraced anyway.

However, if he doesn't trust you, if you have betrayed him or have caused him to lose all respect for you, you're going to get the Butcher of Torfan. The man who survived the scrutiny of the Alliance and the media, who is not afraid to get the job done at any cost. Who is unafraid of the consequences as long as he survives.

[cjweejay]

The Phoenix in the Clouds

Pairing Recom!Quaritch X Male!Oc

Summary: When a reborn Quaritch returns to Pandora, he meets a scientist who changes his world. Can love bloom on a beautiful world hostile to humans?

Content Warning: alcoholism, Mild violence

Chapter one: The Landing.

After the fight with Jake Sully and the Omaticaya people, many humans made Bridgehead City their home. From there, they could see the ships' decelerations. Following that, Avatars and other Research divisions were destroyed out of concern that there would be another large-scale Rebellion.

One of the fortunate people to inherit a modest research facility close to the Waters of Pandora was Dr. Wihongi. Of course, he was subject to rigorous rules requiring him to utilize his avatar only as needed and to avoid interacting with the local populace. Since he wanted to concentrate on the abundant plant life of the moon, he was okay with that.

While one of the leading researchers, he was assigned to organize and help create any equipment the new Recoms need. Leon was irritated that he wasn't in command of the avatars previously. The higher-ups didn't mind as long as the Recoms completed their jobs. So he was dispatched up to Bridgehead City to meet with the new Recoms and act as their butler.

Dr. Wihongi attended as the ship landed. The General requested to see the Recoms when they first arrived, and he was ignored and told to wait until they had settled. He was shoved aside naturally because these roughnecks only knew one thing. To follow and obey.

Later that day, as Quaritch walked around Bridgehead, he inhaled deeply. It was fascinating to watch Pandora change in this way. tamed and refined. The air felt fresh and crisp, something that Earth had long since lost. However, it still had that recognizable flavor of human enterprise. He decided he liked the smell. It smelled like progress, victory, and civilization.

Being a recom instead of a human was still strange. But out here, it gave him an advantage. Clearly, he'd died as a human. Most likely to that treasonous fool Sully. He should have the same advantage here as Sully did with his avatar because he is a recom. Like he said before, a Force Recon marine in a native body. That combination was horribly lethal.

And he was eager to remind the locals who the world's deadliest sons of bitches were.

The Doctor kept complaining and whining to himself as he ran around the city looking for the Recoms Leader. He caught a glimpse of a large blue cat man and began to run after him, occasionally being stopped by one of the orange or yellow robots that looked like spiders and were building structures. “I've been looking everywhere for you” he finally said through his teeth, trying not to sound angry, but it still came out. He was panting and huffing as he approached the large Blue man.

The small man's face was red as he raised it to face Quaritch and cleared his throat.

"Even though I'm hardly certified, My name is Doctor Wihongi. I will be the one to provide you with your equipment and evaluate your health when necessary.."

Quaritch looked down at the scientist. " Wait, you're telling me that Command decided to pair my unit with our own unique Q? He grinned in response. "Now that's a hell of a thing. What can you make us?"

Dr. Wihongi shrugged, "Anything you need, just let me know a couple of hours in advance, and it'll be yours. Quaritch seems a little amused by the assertion.

"That doesn't necessarily mean you could make us some recom-scaled AMP suits, do you think? Or maybe some powered armor." As he visualized himself using his own servo-enhanced hands to crush Sully's skull, his eyes grew a little fuzzier.

"Ah well, we don't have the budget for that," he remarked nervously, "I meant like...uhm" he cleared his throat, "guns, and other hand held equipment as well as apparel," he continued as he looked up at the man.

He nodded. "That's all right." He considered his previous encounters with the Na'vi and compared them to recent reports. Prior to Sully's defection, the Na'vi had typically utilized crude technology. Bows and knives. That meant that their major advantage was sheer numbers, as their weapons were only hazardous to unarmored humans and vehicle cockpits. They were now deploying human weapons, making this a more traditional guerrilla conflict with the added benefit of indigenous air power.

Unfortunately for them, this was the type of conflict he'd gotten his start in as a Force Recon back on Earth. And he was certain of what he required.

"So, how about some bulletproof vests and helmets? Uniforms with cut resistant threads."

Dr. Wihongi nodded, "we have protective vests back in your bunk, and we will bring you uniforms as soon as possible."

"Copy that." He gave the doctor a critical look. "You know, doc, you're not like the other eggheads RDA sent in. Most of them were more concerned with their particular research projects than with RDA or mankind as a whole. What's the deal?"

Dr. Wihongi sighed, "I couldn't care less about any of you, but after the uprising, I was put on a rigorous 'don't get captivated by Pandora's charm' regimen," he remarked as he crossed his arms, "so that means being a butler for you and your motley crew," he grumbled.

Quaritch gave a quick blink. "Ah." He assumed it made sense in some ways. Sully's treason was supported, according to accounts, by the old doctor's science team. Keeping them on a short leash was arguably the smartest move RDA could do. "Well, Alfred is the best part of Batman's crew," he ventured, hoping to break the ice.

"I beg to differ," he shrugged, "but if all you need is the uniforms, I should get going now; my office is right next to your barracks, so just knock."

"That will suffice. I'll have to take a thorough look at our armory to see what we have. After all, there's no point in requesting a custom frag grenade when we already have ones on hand." He paused for a moment. "On the other hand, a Bangalore-like frag would be good..."

Dr. Wihongi nodded, "Maybe," he remarked as he began to walk away.

He watched the doc walk away before continuing his meandering about the city, mentally mapping everything as he compared it to Hell's Gate. Even the name was unique. Hell's Gate had been a mining outpost, given the moniker because Pandora was so lethal. Bridgehead was exactly that: a proper footing for human civilization on this bleak earth. He expected it to be a brilliant monument to humanity when it was built.

Dr. Wihongi returned to his temporary office, sat in the empty room, and sighed. He spent time at the computer and began working on some paperwork.  The Doctor made certain that the uniforms were communicated to those working under him. He sat back and sipped his coffee, which was not so subtly tainted with whiskey. He grumbled as he glanced at the computer. He despised it here. He wanted to be back at his own lab, where he was in command. But instead, he was now having garments made for enormous blue jarheads.

Quaritch returned to the barracks, opting to consult with his unit before embarking on their first mission into the jungle. He also decided to take a short look around the armory to see what they had available in terms of equipment. He nodded in satisfaction of the larger rifles and carbines supplied to them, albeit he was concerned about the absence of proper marksman guns.

He also went over the grenade options. He was happy to find that the numerous rifles and carbines could be customized, including underslung shotgun and grenade launcher possibilities. The grenades, on the other hand, were mostly incendiary and fragmentation. Both were beneficial, though the first was less so than one might expect given the wetness of the Pandoran jungle. However, fire was a powerful psychological weapon.

[fangymutt]

i want to see your ocs!!!!! tell me their favourite things like food and music

okay so I have a LOTTTT of oc's im gonna focus on my most fleshed out ones bc thatll mean they get the most interesting answers! :3 okay? okay!

Laura (My main fursona, the dragon girl we all know and love): She is just me her music taste is wildly varied from oldies from the brass era of music to jazz to punk pop punk emo grunge heavy metal rap breakcore hyperpop and more! fave food is chicken cordon bleu just like me :) Fave Drink is EASY Dr. Pepper :3

Bailey (The OUPPY sona we all adore): again me but i definitely think that when im full puppy space i fucking go insane on hyperpop, breakcore, jungle, dnb, the loud music that tickles the brain good. Fave drink Cherry Coke/Cherry Pepsi :3 fave food is BURGERS

Tawni (my awesome diner owning cowgirl sona): Tawni is a tired woman who works hard she wants melodic calm tunes, she is the jazz girl, she is listening to long ambient tracks, she works her butt off she is a little sad little tired just let her vibe. Fave drink is huckleberry tea with wildflower honey and a shaving of orange peel :3 She loves mushrooms and her awesome hog wife Hollyhock (belongs to my wifey @vonkarn) finds em for her :3

Harper [Cheerio] (Da beawr sona): Cheerio loves to bake and I feel her music tastes are pretty laid back but she wouldnt hesitate to get silly with some fun punk tunes or silly music (like i bet she loves tom cardy/bdg esque stuff) fave food is pecan pie with a dollop of vanilla ice cream on top (she deserves all the treats forever) and her fave drink is ice cold iced raspberry tea :3

Finch! (my jackalope): Finch is a dramatic ass tomboy femme punk bitch she wants to listen to those tunes that make you amped and ready to fight, she for sure shares like my heavy experimental tastes and listens to a lot of Hip Hop, Breakcore, experimental, noise, punk, riot grrl, etc she going wild. Fave food is fucked up but dude she loves a tasty fucking fried chicken drumstick man its simple but it goes hard. fave drink: chocolate milk (its cool and tough fucking fight mee)

Vincent: He is a cringe little gamer gremlin he trophy husband as hell stay home and games on his overpriced rig and setup, but also he is quite literally a phenomenal painter, artist, and writer. Vincent has a lot of feelings in his heart and he arts them out or he'll die. He is a lil poppunk/hyperpop/MCR boy like thats his JAM. fave drink is literally Monster Pipeline Punch

Jersey (this my brother/dad/found family he means a lot to me): Jersey is literally resident goodboy handyman he woodworks, gardens, fixes just about anything, he also loves bbq and thus has a smoke setup and does that for his calming pasttime he cooks a ton in general too and loves nature and foraging. he literally is the most reliable person on the planet and will always be there for u anytime u need. He is a foodie he loves capital F Food all of it he just goes in on food. his fave drink is coke and he literally has tons of old antique coke signs and boxes and shit all over he just thinks its neat he is just a dude.

[1800duckhotline]

hi i was wondering if u cld tell us a little abt tisha ?

ah yes absolutely! although be warned there isnt like a lot of DEEP lore about him :-) i have snippets here and there of what will become eventually a more properly founded story.

his main setting as i imagine is the mid-late 90s in contemporary times. he was born in russia (for now not sure where exactly but canonically he also wouldnt know where he is from) and ever since a young age he'd developed a temperament geared towards violence - though not in the sense that he enjoyed it, but rather that it came easy for him to do especially in situations of self defense, mostly against strangers, but i imagined the familial situation also contributed to him developing that 'fight' response to most things that are dangerous. tl;dr he's good at hurting people but he doesn't like it. he just knows how to do it properly.

the family history is muddled 2 me for now, but what i know is that he had an older brother, ilya (still alive in current times where tisha is an adult) and they used to be close. tisha = carrion crow, ilya = magpie.

the big main thing is that due to unfortunate circumstances tisha's "skill" with harming others was amped up once he got involved with some shady folks. again here it's all very muddled, i haven't got a clear idea. but, he's 13 at this age, he's basically being shaped into becoming an assassin for hire. at this age he also starts doing drugs.

some accident happens here where ultimately tisha leaves his home and ilya behind, and i imagined it to be some kind of event where ilya is forced to help tisha hide some bodies - sloppy work for a sloppy newbie at this sort of stuff, but they both get scarred from it nonetheless. in different ways.

that said from then on Tisha grows to be... Tisha. the drugs and repeated exposure to criminal life and activities completely obliterated his memory btw, and as you might guess Tikhon (Tisha is the diminutive form of his name) Igorevich isn't his actual first and last name. He initially used this as an alias when joining in in an attempt to "shield" his family, but with time he genuinely forgot his real name, his family, and so on. personality wise he honestly hardly ever changes? he is a quiet individual who doesn't enjoy making a show of himself, but he gets the job done and doesn't like dilly-dallying more than he needs to. he has self-awareness about him and his situation, he knows most people think he's pathetic and lowly, and he like. genuinely doesn't give a fuck. he isn't proud of it but he has too much shit going on to care about it in a way that changes his life forever.

anyway i think after a good chunk of years he eventually quits working for this 'group' and the transition isn't smooth (which he expected) but he maintains his reputation as an affable and well-adjusted hitman who is available for hire for whoever's willing to pay the most. enters some kind of assassin union which is mostly me putting together my hitman and assassin ocs together bc they'd probably all know each other.

this situation allows him to travel outside of russia, and his situation also allows him to like, bring with him kuobakhaya, who has been present the whole time btw - but since the ask was about him i didn't elaborate on her much. all you need to know for now is that they've been friends since they were children and bonded over feeling like outcasts, so as adults tisha would help her move somewhere else where she can start a better life while he helps her with expenses of various kinds. they are like brother and sister ^__^ he would literally kill to make sure she stays safe and sound and the feeling is likewise. with his help she moves to brighton, UK which is where he also has his "main HQ" when not traveling

but ummm there's not much else to Add, it's a pretty simplistic edgy story i know i know but i was inspired a lot by The Crow for his design, as well as some edgeboylords from 90s comics.

his weapons of choice are mostly tourniquets (to strangle quietly) and silenced guns.

loves crows. literally attracts crows constantly. they LOVE him. he is a literal scarecrow man. they love him and it is mutual

his style and fashion is strictly 80s/90s trad goth. the pierrot eye markings are tattoos.

[likesplatterpaint]

I worked up the executive function to make and keep a chiro appt yesterday my hips were so out they broke curfew.

Dr. Joe took Potota’s death in stride. Didn’t get a chance to show him Yamuel but told him about

Bruce seems to be doing better- after two days in the wine fridge I put him back in the tank. He’s still floating but I think it’s by choice now- he wasn’t in the tub, and it’s not as lopsided or butt based.

Mini me is n a college tour this weekend. I wanna work on a sketch of her alter ego OC and my own that I started based off of a few Hamilton songs. I’m having some Feelings about her going into art Ed just like me, okay??? Okay. She’s gonna be great.

Ben is officially a LAPCAT for Lizz. We like this very much.

I woke up at 3 am with Dunc’s jowls on my face and it was very sweet.

I ran out of ducks so AMP, to their delight, watched shrek today. Sixth did a silly lesson instead of continuing their serious one and I have this to show for it:

Jujitsu no Tickle.

I’m old. I was in bed by 7:30 and we liked it very much with one sweet eggy boy

[stormyykat]

wizard guy

[theramblingsofadork]

Since I can here on Tumblr, this will be is a pinned master post containing the complete timeline of events of my Starpoint Squad AU.

It’s a heavy OC and Dr. Starline focused AU where everyone gets a happy ending and becomes a better person.

It will be updated reguarly with every piece of lore related art and writing that I share about it, in the order that they happen in.

🚨 There will be some spoilers for the IDW comics ahead, in case you want to experience the story for yourself! 🚨

Major spoiler posts will be in green.

Major AU plot points will be highlighted in pink. (If not already green from spoilers)

EVERYTHING IN THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE (FREQUENTLY) AND IS NOT SET IN LORE STONE, so to speak. It’s my first time attempting a grand scale story so I’m changing things on the go.

All right! That should be all! If you’re ready to get going and explore, then click Read More below, and happy diving! ✨✌️

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Character Introductions :

The Starpoint Squad: Dr. Starline the Platypus | Rivet the Cat | Charge the Cat | Hex the Rat | Cello the Firefly | Lug the Bulldog

Team ???: Stormy | Skara

Villains: Professor Yew | Zeroth

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Act 1: Friendly Competition

> Act 1 Synopsis

Art: Starline and Cello’s Dynamic

Art/Text/Fanfic: Starline and Hex’s Dynamic

Art: Starline and Hex

Art: Hex and Lug’s Dynamic

Art: Starpoint Duties Part 1

Art/Fanfic: A Slice of Humble Pie (Hold the Pie)

Comic: Starline and Cello’s Arguements

Art/Fanfic: Deciding on a Team Name

Art: Late Nights In the Lab

Art/Writing: Dance With Me

Art: Amp Twins

Act 2: Downfall

Text: I Know Those Eyes

Art: Harbinger

Fanfic: A Bitter Reunion

Art: Grief

Text: Operation: Remaster, and Surge and Kit’s role

Act 3: Restoration Arc (Post IDW Issue #50)

Art: Why Did You Save Me?

Text Post: Messing With the Broadcast

Art/Fanfic: The Doctors Meet Again

Joke Comic: Like Adopted Mother like Daughter

Art: Two Dorks in Love

Art: Worthy

Ficlet: How Much Time Has Passed

Text: Nightmares

Other Lore Related Stuff:

Character Themes

OC Parental Relationships

Starpoint Squad Headcanons

The Strengths of the Starpoint Squad

How the Squad Handles Sudden Plan Changes

Rivetline Dynamics

Art: Nose Boops and Nose Kisses

Art/Writing: Hex’s Motivations

[caeneus-telamon]

So I finally watched the Carmen Sandiego reboot all the way through and actually paid attention so ofc I needed to make an oc for the funky little geography show.

Valentin Uspensky is a musician and a sound tech originally from Moscow, Russia. He is very laid back, often content to stay home making music unless his job calls. Considering his profession, he ironically is very quiet, mostly communicating in grunts and gestures.

He is a skilled theif, and was recruited into Vile after pulling off an elaborate heist during a concert. He was in Carmen's class and did mostly well in Dr Bellum's and Prof. Maelstrom's classes, but graduated with the lowest score needed. He gets along well with all his classmates, and can often be seen having long, nonverbal conversations with Mime Bomb that make little sense to anyone watching them. Because of this, no one realises the two are dating.

He designed his costume himself, which is why it's just a his dysphoria hoodie and an led mask that he thought looked cool. His hoodie hides all his gadgets and amps.

I'm writing a fic for him but I was just hella proud of the drawings I did :]

(ignore the fact that I can't draw shoes plz thx)

[alterofnaught]

I have.... complicated feelings about pregame because some interpretations are super interesting and I love them but sometimes they just feels like OCs to me and that’s totally cool bc it’s up to personal interpretation at the end of the day but when they feel too far removed from the character I just don’t have as much interest.

I really like when people explore how they are still similar in a lot of ways but the memories given to them by DR affect how their personalities. Nature and nurture and all that. The idea that part of our self in inherently going to be the same regardless of situation but is molded by the situations and people around us. So I like when they aren’t just totally different people but just different because of the backstories given. Not that DR had any scientific accuracy but them just fiddling with memory makes more sense to me then being able to entirely rewrite their brains. Memories and knowledge being overwritten I can buy but forming whole new personalities and talents- not so much. I think their talents likely existed at least in some form before DR (like Kaede could already play the piano, Angie was already an artist, Miu was naturally crafty/intelligent) just amped up with additional memories and backstories to make it feel ‘Ultimate’. Of course that’s just my view. Miu is the only one who really uses an insane amount of talent (the magic show maybe... and Angie with the wax sculptures would count and probably just Kirumi being overall very capable). So yeah... I prefer the interpretations where they are still pretty similar and I think that still works with the tiny amount we do get in canon? Of course the interviews could also be faked-cut-edited as well which is why even making guesses as to what could be true even with the 3 we saw is still totally up to personal interpretation.

Like Saihara for example- all we get is a little scene of his PG self and we see that he’s a giant fanboy of the show. Which of course gets translated to yandere/stalker tropes which is fine if that’s your deal but I don’t think planning a murder/execution as a massive DR fan is really all that insane (it’s pretty common in fanworks-which isn’t entirely the same as volunteering yourself to actually participate but still). But while he’s obviously different in game, I still think there’s aspects of what we saw. He’s still obviously awkward but passionate and determined at time. He’s also still a bit obsessive and weird even if in smaller doses (like he’s not the ‘normal’ one like Naegi or Hinata- he does ridiculous stuff like play 100 rounds of Rock Paper Scissors or stares at Mius chest and waiting for his eyes to change color and I know people have mixed views on the LSE but you can’t deny Shuichi gets super into playing the role he’s supposed to be- like he’s a weirdo).

Even Kaede- her surface is sweet and positive and different then what we see in the tape of course but Kaede definitely still has a harsher side to her in game. She says some brutal things to people at times and in the end she didn’t just believe things would work out or that Shuichis plan would work- she didn’t actually have faith in thier plan to *catch* the mastermind. So I don’t think she was necessarily just the opposite more just what we see in the video is how she would be in a real world situation where intense positivity and enthusiasm can often times end in failure and being extremely jaded bc of it.

And Kaito. Well I mean. I think what he cares most about is being seen as important or significant in any way possible. As the best murderer, as the hero- whatever. Even his talent reflects this. Astronauts aren’t common like it’s a super rare thing to actually go into space and puts you on a super small and exclusive list. So I think that’s something that’s more key to how I see Kaito then just... he wants to be a crazy murderer. More just he wanted to make his time on DR notable and important by creating the most gruesome ones.

[cjweejay]

Phoenix in the Clouds

Pairing Recom!Quaritch X Male!Oc

Summary: When a reborn Quaritch returns to Pandora, he meets a scientist who changes his world. Can love bloom on a beautiful world hostile to humans?  

Content Warning: alcoholism, Mild violence

Master list

A reposting of chapter one part one, this time Edited to feel more cohesive 

Chapter one: The landing (part 1)

After the battle with Jake Sully and the Omaticaya people, many humans established Bridgehead City as their new home, from where they could observe ships decelerating from the sky. Many Research divisions and Avatars were destroyed as a precaution against any future Rebellion, and amidst this chaos, Dr. Wihongi was granted a modest research facility near the Waters of Pandora. Subject to strict regulations, Wihongi accepted this limitation, as he was eager to explore the plentiful plant life of the moon.

Until the RDA had other plans for him, He was instructed to go to Bridgehead City, Where he was told that he was going to be the coordinator of equipment and health for the newly funded Recoms. The phoenix project they called it, He thought it was a bit pretentious but that's what the RDA was all about.

He was trained in how to care for Na'vi bodies, and the Fabrication lab along with being given a modest team and just had to wait for the Recoms to arrive.

And They did, Though not for him, for the General, She wanted to see them before they had gotten Settled. To remind them they had a job. He watched them pass, Their large bodies foreboding and not to mention their training in the military. It was a deadly Combo, No wonder Jake Sully had such an advantage.

The Doctor noticed the Colonel, The tallest out of the Recoms. He was pushed back by a small crowd of Soldiers. His eyes meeting the Leader of the Recoms just for a fleeting moment.

Hours passed and the Doctor Ran around the City looking for the Leader Of the Recoms, He kept grumbling and complaining to himself.  He caught a glimpse of a large blue cat man and started to run after him, being stopped every so often by one of the orange or yellow Spider-like robots constructing buildings.

He finally reached the large Blue man panting and huffing,"I've been looking everywhere for you" He said through his teeth trying not to sound angry though it still came out.

The small human looked up at the Na’vi, his face red full of anger and exhaustion.

"Even though I'm hardly certified, My name is Doctor Wihongi. I will be the one to provide you with your equipment and evaluate your health when necessary.."

Quaritch looked down at the scientist taking in the others' appearance. His eyebrow raised, "Wait, you mean to tell me that Command saw fit to assign my unit with our own personal Q?" He Smirked at that. "Now that's a hell of a thing. What can you make us?"

The Doctor shrugged,"anything you need, just give me a few hours notice and it'll be yours"he said as he calmed down a bit. Quaritch looked a mite amused at the claim.

"I don't suppose that means you could whip us up some recom-scaled AMP suits, does it? Or maybe some powered armor." His eyes unfocused a tad as he imagined the sight of himself crushing Sully's skull with his own servo-enhanced hands.

The doctor noticed the other daydreaming and he cleared his throat. "Ah well we don't have the budget for that"he said a bit nervously,"I meant like...uhm" he cleared his throat again,"weapons, and other hand held equipment as well as clothing"he said as he looked up at the man.

The Colonel nodded. "Fair enough." He thought about his previous experiences with the Na'vi, and compared it with recent reports. Prior to Sully's defection, the Na'vi had typically used primitive technology. Bows and knives. That meant that their main advantage was numbers, as their weapons were only dangerous to unarmored humans and vehicle cockpits. Now, they were using human weapons, making this a more typical guerrilla insurgency, with the added benefit of native air-power.

Unfortunately for them, this was exactly the kind of conflict he'd cut his teeth fighting when he was Force Recon back on Earth. And he knew exactly what he needed.

"How about some bullet-proof vests and helmets, then? Uniforms with cut resistant threads."

The doctor nodded, taking a mental note of what the Colonel requested, “bullet proof vests are already available in the Barracks, as for uniforms we will get them out to you as soon as possible.”

"Copy that." He gave the doctor an evaluating look. "You know, doc, you're a lot different from the other eggheads EDA brought in. Most of them cared more about their pet science projects than RDA or humanity as a whole. What's your deal?"

Dr. Wihongi huffed,"I could care less about any of you but after the rebellion, I was put on a strict, 'don't get captivated by pandora's charm' regimen" he said as crossed his arms,"so that means being a butler for you and your Motley crew"he grumbled.

Quaritch gave a quick blink. "Ah." He assumed it made sense in some ways. Sully's treason was supported, according to accounts, by the old doctor's science team. Keeping them on a short leash was arguably the smartest move RDA could do. "Well, Alfred is the best part of Batman's crew," he ventured, hoping to break the ice.

"I beg to differ," The doctor shrugged, "but if all you need is the uniforms, I should get going now; my office is right next to your barracks, so just knock."

"Will do. I'll need to take a close look at our armory to see what we have available. No point asking for a custom frag grenade when we have some available, after all." He thought for a moment. "Then again, a frag that's like Bangalore might be useful..."

Dr. Wihongi nodded, "Maybe," he remarked as he began to walk away.

The Colonel watched the doc leave before continuing his wandering around the city, making a mental map of the place as he compared it to Hell's Gate. Even the name was different. Hell's Gate had been a mining base, given the name for how deadly Pandora was. Bridgehead was just that, a proper foothold for human civilization on this deathly world. When it was finished, he expected it to be a shining monument to humanity.

Quaritch returned to the barracks, opting to consult with his unit before embarking on their first mission into the jungle. He also decided to take a short look around the armory to see what they had available in terms of equipment. He nodded in satisfaction of the larger rifles and carbines supplied to them, albeit he was concerned about the absence of proper marksman guns.

He also went over the grenade options. He was happy to find that the numerous rifles and carbines could be customized, including underslung shotgun and grenade launcher possibilities. The grenades, on the other hand, were mostly incendiary and fragmentation. Both were beneficial, though the first was less so than one might expect given the wetness of the Pandoran jungle. However, fire was a powerful psychological weapon.

As he walked around he drew up a mental list of additional goodies he wanted his unit's new resident Q to manufacture as he went to his team's barracks.

Quaritch sat in his bunk, listening to his fellow recoms yammer. It was a familiar feeling, marines joking around, wound up with energy and ready for action. If his men were human instead of tall blue aliens, he could imagine himself in... well, any of the conflicts he'd been in, actually. There'd been so many. So many battles and bullshit and lost friends. And while, technically, he never really knew any of them, the losses still stung.

He knew Paz was dead. Hopefully, Junior was on his way back to Earth. He gave a chuckle. Kid would be well taken care of. Not a lot of guys got to enjoy the fruits of their life insurance money directly. His would ensure his kid had a bright future.

[graffitibible]

1, 5 and 7!

i've answered 1 over here!

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

HMM HMM HMM. i believe i've mentioned this before, but i'm surprised that newsagogo got as big a role as she did in mayhem and that her role was so essential to shaping ghoul as a person. i planned her inclusion to ghoul's story early on, about partway through crafting jet's narrative, but it was kind of a shock to see how massively important their role was.

in the less immediate sense, i'm surprised at how amped i am every time i get to write korse. he's come up in everyone's histories but this was something i planned to a degree (there are certain threads that connect each of the fabulous killjoys: they all had their lives saved by dr. death and/or show pony, they all have some very vivid memories of zone music and of mad gear in particular, and they all have some kind of connection to korse, no matter how vague). writing him is a lot of fun even if he's still in this borderline inscrutable state since we haven't gotten anything from his POV yet so we can't know anything about what's really motivating him you know. but that's also something i kind of planned so i'm not sure that really answers the question :/

i'm surprised at how many OCs i had to write into this universe to make it all make sense, does that count? or - oh actually you know what? i'm surprised that i've written gravel gertie of all characters multiple times now and how she's kind of acquiring a bigger role in things over time. she's one of those bit characters who gets literally one mention in dr. death's listening party and yet i've found she's kind of essential for certain goings-on in the zones.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

i'm probably somewhere in the middle. i'm anxious about it the way i'm anxious about most things in my life and have a general terror of being judged for literally anything, but i'm nervous about telling someone that i write the same way i might be nervous about ordering a coffee; in a generalized, blanket fashion, and not in a way that's particularly unique.

i'm generally more keen to get into the nitty gritty of what it is i write with people i like and generally trust though. and if people are willing to put up with my rambling and listen, they're well worth any of the nerves.

[nosferatyou]

If I Can Be So Bold: Chapter 1 (Jack White x OC)

Summary: Rosalie and her band “By Elliston” move from Nashville to Detroit to continue their music careers and move away from their demons. Rosalie notices an unhappy face in the crowd of their first show, and is instantly drawn to him. While she doesn't mind that hes easy on the eyes she does mind his less than stellar attitude about their music. 

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Drug use, language, and mentions of abuse.

Notes: Well this has been brewing for A WHILE. I’ve been everywhere deciding on a plot, but after tedious planning this is finally a reality. I hope the 5 Jack White fans on here enjoy this. This will be a series so strap in folks. We got young jack. we got old jack. we got everything in between. (also series names are hard) Enjoy! Appreciate all the research i did!

Chapter Two

“Do you want another?” 

He holds his hand above me, his dark eyes burning holes into me, he pulls back more as if ready to strike again. As if on command, I recoil from the movement, feeling smaller than I ever had.

My head shoots up, suddenly back in Zoot’s coffee house. I blink a couple of times, trying to wake myself up. I couldn’t remember what she asked.

“What?” I asked her, phasing back into reality again, and not what was a horrific nightmare.

Sat next to me was my best friend and singer in our band was Harry, or Harriet if you want to be technical. Her head was held high, and she was practically jumping out of her skin with excitement, she seemed more than ready for our first show in a new town.

 She moved one of her two shots in front of me and asked again. 

“Are you deaf, Lee? I asked if you wanted another shot before we go on.” 

I quickly sat up and grabbed it off the makeshift bar, anything to shake off what I was feeling. 

We clinked our drinks together, and she yelled out a toast over the crowd of people behind us. 

“To fresh starts and new stomping grounds!” 

We clinked our drinks and quickly downed them, both of us coughing from our burning throats, but as soon as we saw our red faces, we burst out into laughter. 

“We are horrible at shots, aren’t we?” I said in between wheezes of laughter.

“We truly are.” She paused and grabbed the bottle. “One more for good luck!.”

It seems like this is the night, if any, to drink. 

We’d just gotten to Detroit. Like just got here a week ago and are already booking shows. We all decided to move her for reasons I won’t mention, but I’ll just say that we needed to switch up our scene a bit. 

Our band “By Elliston” had grown pretty big in the Nashville scene, we played pretty frequently at the Exit/In. Which is not the biggest venue in the world, but it means something for the Nashville scene. I mean, we technically shared a stage with Muddy Waters and BB King, so that’s at least something to brag about.

 We were known in the Nashville punk scene and had made some significant headway, but thanks to shitty people and our big egos, we decided to move to Detroit. Known for its great music and cars.

 And here we are at Zoot’s Coffee shop, which is arguably a coffee shop honestly. Off a dark street, that no person with money would venture down, and the outside seems like nothing is out of the ordinary, it’s just a house on a street. But the inside. Its a home, its a coffee shop, and venue for anyone who has an instrument. 

Its packed wall to wall with people, barely any standing room, especially near the stage, which is just a raised corner of the living room. Its the perfect venue for any rock band. Small and loud.

We (being the band and me) all lived for music, and it is our life’s blood.

 I grew up in a very southern home and was always surrounded by music, thanks to my dad. Id never met a man who loves Johnny Cash more than him or country music for that matter. Cash would always play through the house, or Hank Williams, Waylon Jennings. That kind of thing. However, I can’t stand to listen to any of them now. Overplayed and over appreciated is what I always said.

 That did spark something in me. I started playing guitar, thanks to my dad… and then I picked up the bass and then drums. And so on and so on. The moral is that If you hand me any stringed instrument ill know how to play it.

The other girls. Jo, Harriet, and Ezra. All got into good music when they were in high school, which also when we all met. Thanks to the high school band or orchestra. I played violin, as did Jo and Harriet, Ezra played the stand-up bass and continues with the bass to this day.

 Now we’ve all moved on the from hot cross buns and into a world of rock and roll. We used to be terrible, covering a lot of Alice in Chains and Nirvana. 

Graduating class of ‘93 for all of us, and we lived in a world of grunge. Five years later and we’ve since moved on from our teenage ways. We’ve embraced the blues and everything around it. However, we get a bit heavier than our inspirations, with my heavy fuzz and Harriet’s raspy yelps. With the look of punk dads (a lot of fun button-ups, dark makeup, and Dr. Martens boot) and the sounds of 4 angry ladies, we tore up Nashville.

We played a lot of house shows, met many a band, lost many a group, met a dumb boy who won’t be named (its John), and had a lot of fun tearing up the Nashville scene. 

As we grew, we played bigger venues, the show of ‘96 at The End being the staple of our career. We’d never played as good as we did then, and none of us are convinced we’ll play as well as we did that night.

 Either way, we were thrust forward, and our movement grew, we were making money from our shows, plus we played bigger venues. The Exit/In and The East Room, to name a couple. Last month we felt we needed a change of scenery to grow. As incredible, the Nashville scene is, its also quite small. Few venues and fewer people. That’s the other girl’s excuse, at least. 

We scrounged up what we could, found an apartment here, and moved as soon as we could. Unlike the others, I had to burn some bridges to get here, but more will be made here. We scooped out the scene the moment we arrived and set up a show here, and we are all buzzing to perform again. 

“So, who are we opening for again?” I asked as we headed to our van to start and unload our gear. 

“The White somethings.” Jo absentmindedly answered, wrapping her jacket around herself for warmth.

Harriet quickly cut in, “The White Stripes, you mean.” Correcting her.

We all arrived at our shared van and started grabbing our mess of cables and cases.

Harriet continued, “I’ve been asking around all night about them, you know. To learn about the enemy and such.” 

Jo popped her head up from the front seat and asked, “When have you had the time to ask around? I was with you literally all night.” 

Harriet picked up her small load for the night and parked a seat on the car next to ours, lighting a cig while she sat.

“I have my ways.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows before taking a long drag.

“Anyways, here’s what I’ve learned. They’ve been around a year, the drummer learned when they got together, and guitarist leads the show.” She spoke with her ever-present dramatics, waving the cig around after every word. 

“They can’t be that good if the drummers new, and they’ve only been playing a year.” Said Ezra, who was effortlessly carrying what seemed to be the world’s most massive bass amp. 

“I don’t know, Z. It seems agreed that they know how to rock a room.” Harriet pipped up.

“What does it mean for us then?” Asked Jo who’s joint was lit and already in her mouth, and arms were full with various drums. Explains why she was digging around the front seat.

I quickly cut in, not about to let them get nervous over a baby band. “Absolutely nothing. We’ve got six years on them. These Detroit kids won’t know what hit them, we’re from music city for god’s sake.” 

“That’s the spirit, Lee!  Now get your asses inside so we can set up.” Harriet popped off the car and started walking towards the door, beckoning us towards her.

“Feel like helping us speed up the process, Harry?” Joked Jo.

“You’re big girls. I’m gonna go try and spot the enemy.” She yelled back to us.

“Oh, have fun, we will just be here carrying your band!” I yelled out.

“I knew I could count on you, darling!” She called out, throwing a wink and cigarette butt our way. 

When we had finally reached the stage, the already crowded room had doubled in bodies. While most bands would be shaking in their boots, it only spurred us on more. While we all have our fair share of disagreements, we have one thing in common. Our shared headspaces before a show. All ready to take on anything, and our confidence is unwavering. The bigger, the better. It’s honestly what’s kept us together this whole time. 

Now all eyes were on us, and it was a tough crowd, it was dead silent. The girls and I all exchanged a look and nodded. I always started us off. We had a set opener, it never changed and worked every time, but after that was a free for all. I usually took charge and just chose whatever I was feeling, but if not me, then Harriet. The other two just flowed with whatever we threw their way.

I always started first with the heavy riff, joined in by Ezra, then Jo, and finally Harriet. 

The riff is what pulled them in, and it was always quite the sight. I got fully into it every time. It was dark, straightforward, and full of fuzz and feedback. 

By the time Harriet joins in its mayhem, I speed up and play power chords. It’s not slow, but it’s not so fast that it’ll make your head spin. 

As the short show progressed, we felt like how we used to feel every night. Pure joy, which is what we all fucking needed. 

We improvised. I mashed up whatever songs I even threw in a little Stooges to thank the locals for letting us play. Though I did notice the gaze of one oddball in the back, who was just… watching.

 While that doesn’t sound weird, it was sure out of the ordinary. He sat in the back, arms crossed leaned against the wall. The whole mysterious boy schtick was down pact. He wasn’t scowling, but he didn’t seem happy. It was off-putting and kept my focus over towards that corner of the room, but didn’t hinder the performance. Maybe it fueled it. 

The show couldn’t have gone better, though. The crowd did not hide their whoops and hollers when we finished our last song of the set. I was already riding that performance high and will be for the rest of the night. 

“Thanks for a great first night, Detroit! We’re “By Elliston,” and we hope to see you next time!”

Screamed out Harriet for a final goodbye as we headed off the stage, their applause carrying us off the small stage. 

The moment we put down our instruments, we about took each other out, tacking one another to the ground.

 As tradition carries, after every show, we used to just aggressively group hug, but over time we’ve grown more and more… excited. At one of our last shows at The Exit/In, I accidentally knocked out Jo by slamming into her too hard. If that gives any frame of reference to what our dog piles look like now.

“Ladies. If every show goes somewhat like that here, I think we will rule this scene.” Ezra said from the bottom of the pile, her words garbled from the mass of bodies. 

“Alright, Lee, get your ass off the top, you’re gonna snuff me out down here.” 

Without much warning, she slid out from underneath us, and the rest of us went down to the ground, causing all of us to erupt in laughter. 

Once we all straightened ourselves out, we went to the van and had a celebratory cig, the first of many “celebratory” cigs of the night, 

To my right was Harriet leaning against the tail light, and Jo and Ezra were sitting in the van next to me. Harriet broke the silence.

“You know I missed this, Lee. I’m glad you’re back.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean Har-” While talking I’d noticed three figures a few cars over walking to their own. My eyes widened in surprise. I grabbed Harriet’s arm suddenly and dragged her in with the rest of us.

“Shut up. It’s him.”

“What I wasn’t even talking-” she stopped and sat up to face, she wasn’t upset, but she sure looked confused. “Wait, who is “Him?” 

I looked around to check to see if he could hear. 

“I saw him when we were playing. He kept just… staring at me. It was weeeird.”

“Why’d you pull me in the car then??” 

“I panicked! It was just weird!” 

Ezra peaked her head out of the car in curiosity and asked. “Which one is it, the young blondie or the black-haired beauty?”

“Gah Jesus, not the child, Ezra! It’s the hot one.”

Harriet whipped her head out of the car to look at them, speaking a bit too loudly.

“Lee, you need to start off saying it was a HOT stranger! You have my interest now.”

“I’m going to kill both you. Get your dumbasses back in the car.”

We huddled back up, Harriet has a look in her eye that I don’t like.

“So, what’s the plan of action here, Lee?” Asked Harriet.

“Nothing. He’s a scowler. Sure a hot one at that, but if he can’t enjoy what we make, then what’s the point? When we played that stooges song, he looked like he was going to blow his top.”

“I think you’ve missed the point here, Lee. Point one,  You’re fresh out of a toxic sludge of a relationship. Point two, hot stranger. And finally. Point three, he’s a hot stranger in a band. I’m not passing up this opportunity.”

She gave us a wink, took a final drag of her cig, and hopped out of the car. She was going over to them.

“Harriet, you fucker don’t you dare,” I said with gritted teeth. “I’ve tackled you once today, and  I’ll do it again.”

She chuckled. “You’re all talk, kid. I’m off to make friends!”

“Bastard!” I yelled, leaping out of the car and towards her. I was too late, she just about ran over to them, and I was quickly in tow behind her. 

“Well, look at that, Lee! New people. Hi there, I'm Harriet, but you can call me Harry. and this is Rosalie.” She extended her hand towards the three strangers.

“Its Lee actually, she’s just an asshole.” 

All of them looked slightly taken aback. They were sure as hell wasn’t expecting her hand in their face, or two random ladies in their space. The newly named “hot stranger” was the first to speak up. He seemed rightly hesitant.

“I’m Jack, and this is my sister, Meg. This over here is my nephew, Ben. He’s our pinball wizard. Or Roadie in technical terms.” 

“Well, good to meet Y’all!” Once she shook ben’s hand, he spoke up. Man he was young. Was he maybe 16? Not over 18 is the point.

“You guys played a hell of a show. The Stooges? Blues? You’re going to give these two a run for their money.”

Jack shifted on his heels when ben mentioned this. Same face as before, and little less friendly than introductions.

“Well, its all that Tennessee blood in us. Now we arent from Memphis, but Nashville’s close enough, right?” Harriet winked at the kid. His cheeks flushed a deep red. 

Jack shifted his eyes back to me, but they wander somewhere else. 

I clear my throat, he snaps his head up and makes eye contact with me, a small smirk falls on his face. 

“Well, you all seem busy, so Harriet and I are going to go back over there. Have a good show.”

I grab her arm and try to drag her away casually.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She whisper yells to me. We find ourselves on the other side of our van, out of their sight.

“Lee, You have never been one to shy away from new people. Especially men. Remember us, fresh out of high school? You practically had a different man in your bed every night. That whole nervous persona is new. Go seduce a hot stranger!”

“Jesus, Harriet! Lower your goddamn voice! First off its Jack, And yes I know. Different times though. I’m not going to go over there in front of his sister and prepubescent nephew to try and get in his pants.”

“Aw, come on, Lee! It’d be fun! Plus, you need a fucking rebound, girl.”

“Okay, well, talk me into this when its not a family reunion.” 

“You got yourself a deal, Rosalie.”

We started to make our way back to the other girls.

“Alright, ladies, let’s go catch our headliner,” I said, opening the van doors. A plume of smoke rolled out of it the moment the doors opened. I grabbed the joint from Ezra, taking a hit before going inside. I handed it back to the faded bass player and headed back inside.