#oh and the rest of the characters are OCs and coworkers

[pastelterrors]

Work Doodle Dump

[moviecritc]

Hi! Could you do a driver!reader who is dating Max and is in ferrari and the whole Carlos thing is happening to her so in Australia she ignores team orders and goes to win the race. Charles is mad at her and in the post race interview when asked about it she is just like "Happy multi 21 day everyone" and like Max is so fucking proud his gf is in her reputation era 💅💅💅

on the edge ⋆ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader

word count: 1.7K

warnings: charles leclerc being himself (a bitch)

a/n: this is my first request it makes me very very happy!! thanks anon for your request, i hope you like this. i love max with all my heart and i love writing about him aswell.

just wanted to tell you guys that for the requests you can ask for reader and oc, even though when it's not a request it'll probably be an oc bc i love to give names to my characters <3

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Y/N didn't have a seat for the upcoming Formula 1 season, and that stressed her out quite a bit. She and Charles had been teammates for three years, and she really thought Ferrari would keep her on the team, but upon learning that Lewis Hamilton was leaving Mercedes, they were the first to snatch him up and turn their backs on her.

Now she had two options: give up, pray to sign with Williams or Haas, or outperform herself this season and force her way into one of the top five teams. And for now, she had chosen the second option. P3 in the first race and in the top five in the second. She was extremely motivated for Australia.

Y/N loved the view of the fireworks from the podium, the champagne, and, above all, celebrating with Max Verstappen. Because let's not lie, it was obvious that Max would be on most of the podiums.

They kept their relationship out of the media. Being coworkers, neither of them wanted their relationship to hinder their success in Formula 1, but that didn't mean they didn't support each other every time the other achieved something.

Max had been with her throughout her Formula 1 career. They were the same age, but when Max debuted in the competition, she was still in Formula 2, battling against Albon and Russell for the title. A year before his debut, Y/N got a spot at Alpha Tauri as a reserve driver. It was in that year that Max and she started a relationship, at first quite casual and sporadic until they realized they were too obsessed with each other not to formalize it. And four years later, they were still together, sharing an attic in Monaco and competing together for the championship.

"It's going to be great for both of us, I'm sure," Y/N nodded. Before each race, they had a kind of ritual where they wished each other good luck, hugged, and kissed.

"I see a Y/Nstappen 1-2," Max assured before giving her a long kiss, resting his arms on his girlfriend's waist.

"I hope so,"

"Oh, come on. You're starting fourth, it'll be bad if you don't get on the podium," Max said. He knew her situation in Formula 1 was tense and did everything he could to make her feel good and positive. Max loved racing with her, and if she ended up off the grid next season, he would probably suffer from seasonal depression.

They kissed once more and were about to hug when someone knocked on Max's door to get them to the drivers' parade. They couldn't complete their little ritual, but neither of them gave it too much importance.

They went out to the parade where she was asked about her future in Formula 1, as they had been doing since the season started. That also annoyed her, would it always be like this from now on? Would everything be oriented towards whether she was unemployed or not? She answered with the best smile she could and ended the interview as quickly as possible.

She returned to Max, who was leaning on the fence of the truck they were being taken in for the parade. She leaned on the railing, holding it with her hands. Then Max discreetly placed his hand on hers, making her smile at the contact. Max wasn't very fond of physical contact, but if he could manage to brush against her shoulder, he would, maintaining professionalism wasn't as easy as it seemed.

"How's it going, mates?" Surprisingly, Leclerc approached them to start a conversation, first fist bumping with Max and then with Y/N, pressing his lips a little.

Their relationship as teammates was quite complicated at the moment. She was killing it in the few races that had passed, while Charles was just doing okay. Plus, although when Y/N joined the team, Charles and she had gotten along very well, that year they had been growing apart for obvious reasons.

They talked for a while about the race and expectations, especially Max and Charles, while Y/N disconnected from the situation a bit. Sometimes she was surprised that Charles and Max got along so well.

"Good luck today, Y/N," Charles said before leaving with Gasly.

Y/N blinked and looked at Max, puzzled. "What did he mean by that?"

"What do you mean?" Max frowned a little.

"He wished me luck, as if he thought I needed it," she insisted, biting her cheek.

"Everyone needs some luck, Y/N," Max said, knowing how nervous she could get when something didn't fit in her head.

"He didn't say anything to you," Y/N argued, crossing her arms.

"I mean…" Max tilted his head a little, eliciting a little smile from Y/N. "Don't dwell on it too much, you'll do great."

She loved that, how Max was able to lift her spirits in any situation, getting a little smile out of her. She loved him for that.

The parade ended, and they each went to their garage, fist bumping as a farewell because anything else would cause a stir in the media. In the Ferrari garage, her engineer commented on the strategies that focused on supporting and defending Charles even if he started two positions below her.

She gave Charles a short glance before going to the cars and taking their respective positions. It’s light and away we go. Y/N was so focused on passing Lando Norris that she didn't realize her boyfriend was no longer in first place, actually, he wasn't there anymore. She asked the engineers what had happened; Max had had some problems with the brakes and had retired from the race. "Don't fuck with me," she said, not fully believing it. "Is Max okay?"

"We don't know, focus on the race," her engineer emphasized.

"When you know, tell me, please," Y/N added, without receiving a response. There had been no accident, no red flag, so he was probably fine. But if there was smoke and sparks, there was always a chance that something had happened to him in the pits.

Y/N took a couple of breaths and refocused on the race. She looked on the bright side; she was third and had a chance to win. A few laps later, she managed to overtake Lando Norris. She pitted, and in the last third of the race, she was in first place. Behind her was Charles, so she thought they would change the strategy, and he would be the one defending the position.

"Y/N, let Charles pass," her engineer said, taking her by surprise.

"What?" Y/N practically shouted. "But I'm in first,"

"They're team orders, let him pass,"

"He's slow! He's over half a second behind me, letting him pass will make me slow down!" She couldn't believe this was happening.

"Y/N."

"If he can overtake me, let him, but I'm not letting him pass. I'm winning this fucking race."

And so it was. Y/N crossed the finish line first, and when she got out of the car, Max was there to greet her with a hug. He tried to make her not notice that there were hardly any people from her team there, but Y/N realized it, and her gaze darkened a little. Still, Charles came second, and when he parked his car, several Ferrari mechanics went to congratulate him.

Max watched Y/N, worried that she would take it badly. But then he saw her exchange a triumphant

look with Charles, who, upon seeing her, turned serious. And if that wasn't enough, she blew a kiss to Charles and then went with Max, who put an arm around her shoulders.

"That was incredible," Max said.

"The race or Charles's face?" she questioned, with an ironic smile.

"Both. I thought you'd be sad because there was no one to greet you,"

"You were there,"

"From your team, I mean," Max explained.

"You and I are a team, Maxie. Have you never thought about that?" She looked at him with a smile. "You're right, we are,"

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked. "I got quite worried when you DNF’d."

"I'm okay, no serious damage,"

"And emotionally?"

"I'm fine. Proud of you, above all," Max nodded. "Now go celebrate your podium, I'll be watching you from below,"

They gave each other a brief kiss on the cheek, not caring too much about the cameras; she had just won the race, she deserved at least a kiss from her boyfriend. She received her prize with a smile and celebrated the podium with Charles and Lando, more with Lando than with Charles. The McLaren driver had congratulated her countless times that day, but Charles barely spoke to her.

"Are you okay, mate?" Y/N asked, knowing what was coming.

"You didn't follow team orders," Charles said directly.

"Oh, right. That," she shrugged, raising her eyebrows. "You came second, Charles. It's not that bad,"

"Damn, but if they tell you to let me pass, you let me pass. What does it matter to you?" he raised his voice a little.

"What does it matter to you? You have your golden seat at Ferrari. Some of us have to work really hard to have a seat, crazy, right?" Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile and turned around, leaving Charles with a word on his lips.

Y/N reached the interview area, where Lando and Oscar were doing their respective interviews.

"Y/N! You won the race by disobeying team orders, does it feel the same as winning a race fair and square?" a man asked.

"Fair and square? I was fast enough to cross the line first, the rest weren't. I think that's how a race is supposed to be won," she argued. She smiled widely; she saw Max was also around, waiting for his turn for interviews.

"Don't you have any remorse?" he questioned.

"Not one,"

She ended the interview after that; she didn't feel like explaining. As she turned around, she found Max with an almost mischievous smile. They fist bumped, and he went to do the interview. "Max, can we ask you about the win of your girlfriend?"

"About Y/N,"

"Yes, about Y/N," he nodded.

"I'm extremely proud of her, it's her second victory, and even though I had to retire, I'm glad she won this race,"

"Even given the circumstances of the victory?" the reporter questioned.

"With the circumstances of the victory," Max assured with a broad smile.

[coulsonlives]

Y'all. There has officially been "furry" drama on the neopets subreddit, and I'm crying. It's such a trainwreck.

Someone posted anthro artwork of their neopets OCs, which looked like this:

And I guess it was reported as NSFW by multiple people, because these neopets were really um, well. I'm not gonna lie, they look like naked people with super short fur, and they even have pretty big mons pubis (genital area) which for anthro characters, especially super humanoid ones, is normally covered by clothes and/or thick fur.

Plus the poses seem a little playful (tongue sticking out? toesies?) and could easily be interpreted in a sexy way, especially once you factor in the more realistic anatomy, which again, there are shapes there in the genital area that aren't even really hidden. So I'm not surprised a lot of people were uncomfortable.

My opinion? It shouldn't have been taken down (and it wasn't!), but people had the right to be confused about why it wasn't marked as NSFW.

My thinking was, you wouldn't want to open something like this at work and show it to your coworkers. Or leave it around the break room table.

But of course, the artist got snarky. Apparently this happened to one of their older posts too, so they were really annoyed and acted like the mods were spineless (literally, they said multiple times that the mods should "grow a spine"), and there was some weird implication that the mods were censoring women's bodies, or fatter bodies, or something. They also compared their OC artwork, which is of the above very-humanoid neopets, to the Fontaine Sisters (who ofc, are always fully clothed sigh), and said if the Fontaine Sisters would be allowed to be posted, their naked humanoid neopets should be, too. Uh?

Then, they made a totally separate rant post on the subreddit, titled "yes, neopets is a furry website", which was promptly removed (I didn't even get a chance to see it, rip).

But I'm scrolling through the comments, and oh my god.

Someone replied with this comment:

The <image> link goes to this picture, with a few comments:

This person also seemed to agree on the general interpretation that it was a very "sexy" rendition:

And someone else on the original post with that character:

So hrmm, okay. Nothing wrong with drawing what you think is sexy, but. Own up to it and accept it might get marked as NSFW.

Someone made the following comment...

And the third reply checks out tbh. If I was still working with kids, I'd probably get written up too lol. And no, not everyone has a hip with the kids, totally down to hang boss, so that's a weird argument. If you couldn't leave this in an office break room, like I said before, it's not okay.

This person explains why the NSFW tag actually is appropriate, even though the artist claims it isn't:

Another comment that points out the mons pubis:

To which the artist replies:

To give them credit, they're not wrong that humanoid animals and humans in general do have a shape in that region! And it looks weird to just have a totally flat silhouette there, especially if the rest of the character is super curvy. But. again. There is almost no fur. So it comes off as nakey + features too humanoid for some peoples' routine, at-work browsing.

Someone else comments:

When... the artist could've just dropped the subject as soon as their post was labelled NSFW, but instead they had a tantrum and made a totally new post to whine about the mods' decision and peoples' reactions? Um.

Here's someone else trying to explain peoples' reactions, and the artist's reply is just silly:

Those are dogs and cats and fish. They're. not. extremely. humanoid. anthro characters. Now I'm getting annoyed reading all of this stuff lol. Is this really the hill you've chosen to die on? This has happened twice now. Mods are gonna mod. Get over it or leave. Your art isn't the same as say, King Coltzan even if people do thirst over him too. He's fully dressed.

Another commenter who missed the point about how most neopets characters have clothes and aren't very, very humanoid:

But thankfully the mods came in and locked some of the comment chains:

So um. That was wild lol.

[wonwoonlight]

im just wondering what kind of romantic trope that you think suits with each svt members?

(im sorry if this sounds like a request, its okay if you're not answering this)

HIII don't feel sorry about this omg i love this kind of asks tbh!!!! makes me think about writing and stuff hehe but personally, these are my thoughts:

cheol: strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, anything that is soft, mature love in which he feels safe playing childish bc his partner knows it's all just an act!! a dynamic in which the couple would know when to be playful but immediately gets into it when the situation calls for maturity.

jeonghan: exes to lovers (for some reason if i have an ex2l trope it's always him on top of my mind), brother's best friend (this man too loyal for his own good), rivals to lovers <3

shua: childhood friends in which he doesn't even realize he's been into them bc he thinks it's just obvious that he needs to take care of his friend lol his dumbass thinks it's all platonic when everyone can tell it's not he's in denial

junhui: friends to lovers, cowokers to lovers, roommates to lovers? anything that is somewhat slow paced and happens naturally, that one day just clicks to him that oh... this isn't platonic, is it? unlike shua he isn't in denial even tho he might be oblivious

hoshi: playful love, like introduced from a friend kinda trope!!! i feel like his character would be more open for a love in the first sight kind of thing, and he falls quick and deep. it'd be any trope that, at some point, would be filled with doubts because: are we moving too fast? do we actually understand each other? because hosh can sometimes be too playful for his own good despite his well meaning heart

wonwoo: ah... i can write an essay about his bc he's essentially my muse lol. but wonwoo definitely fits the slowburn trope no matter what title OC has. Whether they're friends, coworkers, friend's sibling, etc etc, it doesn't matter bc to him it only matters that they actually know each other; if it happens, it happens. His character definitely fits the silent pining kinda trope, in which no one even realizes he's into OC until he decides to actually show it. or, the other way around, i feel like he might act oblivious to OC's pining if he doesnt reciprocate the feeling.

jihoon: bestfriend or childhood friends to lovers!!! i feel like his characters fits more into steady, long lasting relationship if anything. so it has to be someone he already knows rather than in the moment kind of thing. perhaps even ex2lovers bc when he loves, he loves long and deep so it's never gonna be easy to move on even though he keeps on telling himself he'll be happy as long as they're happy

seokmin: this is basically my falling flowers trope but unrequited love in which he comforts OC because he's a good friend like that. perhaps he doesn't feel anything in the beginning, perhaps he does, but he really just wanted to comfort OC but things get out of hands bc he's too kind for his own good

mingyu: a trope in which he takes OC for granted bc he thinks their relationship (platonic, fwb, whatever) is a given and when OC has finally had enough and tried to leave that's when he starts to realize what OC really means to him so he tries to win OC back <3

minghao: like wonwoo, he fits the silent pining kinda trope. he thinks he's being subtle, but everyone knows he's in love even though he's not excessive with it. he has reasons for holding himself back though: OC is off limits, whether OC is a friend, his best friend's sibling, or even a friend's ex (!!) he's fine loving from afar until he isn't

seungkwan: this is also one of my fics but, lovers to exes to lovers lol seungkwan is a man with a mission, he knows what he wants and he's ambitious when it comes to it. he loves OC, he really does, but at some point his ambition gets to the best of him and he doesn't even realize until OC calls him out and the rest is history 😗

hansol: this is randomly out of the box compared to the other tropes but: arranged marriage. in which he's just doing it because his parents made him and it's not like he has any romance interest anyway? plus OC would already know what they're getting themselves into so there's no way it would get messy (it would). he was in it because it was his responsibility and he didn't see how it'd be bad for him until feelings get in the way aha

chan: in which he tries to play matchmaker but finds himself seeing OC in a different light the longer it goes. he knows what he wants though, so when he realizes that he's into OC, he'd try to steer OC into him instead ehe

WHEW this took much longer than i thought it would but this was so fun to do 😫 thank you for asking this!!! i purposely didn't consider any non-normal setting like soulmate au and etcetc bc it would get way too long otherwise lol

[gamerwoo]

[SKZ Imprinted] Chan: March Sadness (Spin-Off: Part Nine/End)

Characters: skz (with mentions of chan x reader & skz x ocs)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, humor

Word count: 686

Summary: You’re stuck with your boyfriend during his rut and need something to do when Chan’s finally satiated enough to take a break. Thus, the March Sadness bet was born, where you and Chan try to see who in the pack will last the longest without getting into trouble.

Previous | March Sadness Masterlist

"I knew they'd win."

Chan glanced between you and them, chuckling, "Then why are you glaring at them?"

Maybe you realized it, or maybe you didn't, but you were sitting with your arms crossed and your brows set low with a slight frown on your face to match as you stared at Felix and Sam behind the counter at the coffee shop. They were too busy cleaning up after making your orders and giggling with each other to notice your heavy stare.

You quickly shook your head, fixing your face and realizing that you were actually glaring more than you might've thought, "Can you leave me alone?"

"I can also Venmo request you for that extra large latte, too," he smiled sweetly, pointing to your drink before taking a sip from his own.

You shot him a pout and snatched up your drink, taking several sips from your straw.

Chan looked back to the couple that was now joking around with their coworker who had come out of the back, laughing about how working with the two of them was insufferable but clearly didn't mean it. He couldn't help but smile fondly at the pair.

"Should we do something for them?" he asked you.

Your eyebrows furrowed again, but out of confusion this time, "Why?"

He looked back at you, "Because they won. Don't they get a prize or something?"

"Fuck no," you snorted. "We lost to them, I'm not doing shit for them."

"Valid," he nodded, looking back toward Felix and Sam. "Very valid. But..."

He slowly turned back to you with a mischievous grin, "There's always next time."

Your eyebrow quirked, "Excuse me?"

"Same time half a year from now?"

"You like betting on the downfall of the pack?"

"Listen you started it. You liked it first."

"What about betting on our downfall?" a deeper voice asked from across the cafe.

Slowly, you and your boyfriend both turned your heads to see Felix smiling too-sweetly as he rested an elbow on the counter and had his chin in his hand. Hearing his question, Sam had whipped around from where she was rinsing out the blender.

"Our what?" she asked.

"N-nothing," Chan said quickly.

"I'm not like Changbin with multitasking," he reminded the alpha. "I heard everything. Next time, we want in on the bet."

"Bet?" Sam asked again.

"Okay," you sat back in your seat and crossed your arms, "so then what does the winner get?"

"Winner gets the apartment to themselves for a week."

Chan's eyes widened, "Oh, you think Minho is gonna agree to that?"

"We'd have to get everyone in on it," you realized with disdain. That was the last thing you wanted because then it would be pure chaos.

"You agree to let us in on it now and we pretend like this is the first bet when we break it to them, or you don't let us in and I tell everyone else what you've been doing," Felix threatened with an evil grin.

Sam dropped the blender in the sink with a booming crash and threw her hands in the air, "What have they been doing?!"

"They were seeing which couple in the pack could go the longest without something bad happening to them, and we won," he explained briefly, turning his head just enough to see her out of the corner of his eye. "We don't win anything, though."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," she shrugged. "Yeah, we want in."

Felix turned back to the two of you, eyes narrowed like he was challenging you to say no, "Deal?"

He extended a hand. Chan looked at you, and you looked at him. You kind of had to let them in on it now, right? So you shrugged, telling him to make the choice.

He sighed and stood up from his seat, trudging over to the counter and meeting Felix's hand with his own, giving it a solid shake, "Deal."

"Same time half a year from now," Felix grinned.

"What's half a year from now?" Sam wondered. "What's the significance."

"That part, you don't need to know," Chan promised.

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[walder-138]

Okay, Pookie. I forgot my precious ask, so I’ll send in new ones for the other OC ask game. 👁️👄👁️

5. what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

6. what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

16. how does your OC feel about their parents? (No hope for Ozzy and Annika 😭)

23. what are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

26. least favorite food and color?

28. is your OC a dog or cat person?

Pookie I’m so sorry 😭

(5) Oz’s dream job was to play in the NFL, which he was extremely close to doing. He loved football, was very talented and got an athletic scholarship to a college known for its team. Two years in, ‘68, his little brother, Johnny, gets drafted. For Oz’s entire life, he was the one expected to go into the military as the oldest, so the guilt he had overwhelmed him into joining as well. That’s why he joined the Army.

Annika wanted to be a Veterinarian because of “her” childhood dog. (some crusty ass stray she found on the side of the street) He got sick and died, and she wanted to stop that from happening to other animals. (Boris is literally the reason why Annika has any semblance of empathy. Dawg was the best)

Now… oh shit. She’s a mass murderer who kills people for a living, dead opposite of what she wanted to be. Oh well, lives a bitch and then you die.

Abbey, as a kid, wanted to do anything that supported her caregivers’ ideology, which she truly didn’t know jackshit about. She thought that they could do nothing wrong and needed support; she would’ve died for them. Instead, Abbey also took the exact opposite route. She went into the FBI to take those people down. Another drastic change in the list.

(6) Oz hates who he was between leaving Vietnam and having Jenny. “A depressed, abusive, drug-addicted piece of human shit.” as he calls it. He hates it when he exhibits any behaviors that remind himself of that time. If Oz yells at Jenny, or feels the urge to relapse, he punishes himself by not taking care of himself.

Annika hates that she isn’t as ruthless as she used to be. She’d used to kill for money, for power, now Annika can barely kill for self defense. She wishes she could go back to being apathetic, but now that scab’s been peeled off, and everything’s bleeding out.

Abbey hates how obsessive she is. Not stalker-like obsessed; I’m talking obsessive-compulsive obsessed. There’s a constant presence in her head telling her how she should be, what she must do or else something terrible will happen. How deeply she thinks about how somebody else’s acting. Girl barely sleeps at night because of her rituals.

(16) Oz HATES his father. That monster abused him physically, emotionally, and psychologically for his entire life. Nobody believed him growing up that his father was abusive, not even his siblings, because Old Man Clancy was a ‘war hero’. War hero his ass. All Ozzy saw was a monster.

However, he was a Mama’s boy through and through. She was the only person that believed him, as she went through the abuse herself. They spoke to each other in German when Old Man Clancy was away and made dinner together for rest of the family. Best memories of his life with his mom.

Annika, it depends which AU. In the original one, with her as Bell? She couldn’t care less about her parents. They never had that ‘love and attention” thing that y’all seem to be obsessed with. Her parents were more coworkers than parents. Everything was transactional within the “family”.

However, in the AU where her dad becomes Bell, she’s only about 9. Girl looks up to him, wanting to do all the things he does, and loves him more than anything. Well, she was in one of the cars during the airport thing at the beginning of the story, so now she thinks he’s dead. She was screaming out for her dad while Mason was carrying her off.

Can’t do Abbey as she doesn’t know her parents 🙃

(23) Keeping this one short:

Oz’s greatest flaw: Chronically low self-esteem; dude hates himself so much he unknowingly takes it out on everyone around him.

Oz’s greatest strength: Resilience; dudebro’s gone through hell and back, and is already up for round 4. He ain’t giving up any time soon.

Annika’s greatest flaw: Pookie look at her. Her lack of empathy; she can’t understand other’s emotions too well.

Annika’s greatest strength: Her ruthlessness. She don’t give a SHIT. She will get the job done.

Abbey’s greatest flaw: She’s a perfectionist, about herself and the people around her.

Abbey’s greatest strength: Her genuine kindness.

(26) Oz is a macho man, he hates the color pink. Dawg has PTSD surrounding non perishables, he will not eat canned food cause he found a BUNCH OF COCKROACHES IN A CAN OF CORN DURING HIS DEPLOYMENT AHHHHHHH HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET IN THERE????

Annika hates meat. She’s a vegetarian, the smell of meat makes her gag. She’ll throw up if she has to eat it. She doesn’t like the color orange, reminds her of Captain Asshole (Adler).

What food DOESN’T Abbey hate? Girl is very picky, but her least favorite is ONIONS BECAUSE THEY SUCK. ONIONS SUCK. I FUCKING HATE ONIONS. THEYRE DISGUSTING. HOW COULD YOU ENJOY THEM???? SHE WILL GAG. Oh and her least favorite color is blue 😊

(28) Oz is a cat person through and through. Dogs remind him of Vietnam.

Annika doesn’t give a shit. If it has 0-4 legs, 0-2 eyes, makes an adorable noise (or tries to), she will LOVE it. Get her a rat, she’ll love and cherish it.

Abbey’s a dog person. They’re so funny and are always happy, and always serve as a good distraction.

THANKS FOR THE OTHER ASK! ITS ALWAGS NICE HEARING FROM MY POOKIE BEAR ❤️

[cervicrazed]

🐖 for nyle? he still around?

Oh man what a throwback‼️

He's been in stasis while I've been developing Dead Wood but rest assured he's not retired just yet!

More about this Deep Cut Character below:

^ This is Nyle Clervey! (2019) ^ This is Nyle as drawn by @/voyvoyz

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

For his first name I gave him the "boy version" of my deadname (first time experimenting w/ aliases) and his last name derived from Frankenstein's Henry Clerval. I was in 6th grade at the time and incorrectly assumed Henry was a black character for some reason which is wild considering his pro-colonization stance but whatever

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

The amount of notes I kept on his timeline is insane. To keep a long story short, he's from an alt timeline where prohibition wasn't lifted until the 1940's instead of the 30's. (There's also aliens in this setting!) He was born in 1915 but the oldest I've ever drawn/written him is in his early 30s

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

His wonderful wife Miyoko!!!! When Nyle met her, she was an acrobatist for a traveling circus. He was smitten at first sight and made a point to talk to her after every show. As soon as he found out she wasn't happy there, he promised to help her escape - making good on said promise the very next night. They were unofficially married about a month later.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Coddies!! sometimes referred to as "the poor man's crab cake"

little deep fried cod patties made w/ mashed potatoes, eggs, salt n pepper, onions, + crushed up saltines. They're simple to make and cheap to buy! He would even use em as bait for fishing 🎣

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Officially, Nyle helps run a sleepy bookstore in East Harlem called "The Open Book" & plays trumpet for jazz clubs on the weekends. Off the record, he's a bootlegger and co-owner of the speakeasy hidden underneath the shop.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

When not practicing his scales, his favorite hobby is having book club with his wife and coworkers. Sometimes the club really is about reading books, other times it's code for drinking in the speakeasy's off hours (and attempting to read a book together afterwards)

🎯 -What do they do best?

While most would call him a talented liar, Nyle insists that it's just good improv

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

He loves music more than anything (except his wife), jumping from the fiddle to the trumpet in hopes of raising his chances of joining a jazz band. His favorite musicians + greatest inspirations are Duke Ellington and Louie Armstrong

Nyle hates wasting time. He's not a stickler when it comes to time management, he just hates being held up when he has a task in mind. If he sees a long line, he'll find a way to cut around it.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

The summer of 1925 - the last one he'd spend in Virginia. Stealing berries from neighbor's bushes, shooting cans with his slingshot, sneaking into the cinema with friends to watch 'Don Q: Son of Zoro', and even learning how to drive! (he very slowly crashed his father's jalopy into the big tree in their front yard)

It will forever remain a fond summer in his memory

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

February, 1942 - he'd planned a wonderful valentine's day for Miyoko, but had been drafted just three days before he got to surprise her. They weren't sending married men over at first, so he'd thought he'd evaded it. When he told her the news, Miyoko swore that she would wait for him to come back.

He was abducted on his way to bootcamp and doesn't know how long he's been gone or how long she's been waiting. It eats at him every day he spends away from her

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

lmao not at alllll

Originally he was just a silly little guy w/ emoticons for a face + a cowboy hat. He slowly became more as I added more characters & started high school my hyperfixation on 1920s-1940's social life

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Wander over Yonder!! It had just come out and I also wanted to have a silly protagonist who went on space adventures and embodied the boundless joy of the indomitable human spirit!! Nyle did unfortunately get a little more sad as time went on, but he's still optimistic!

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Historical Fiction! Episodic Sci-Fi Comedy against his will

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cis + Het! A rarity!

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

In his first draft he had 2 - Ian (older) & Oscar (younger)

I shelved Oscar for the new timeline, but am still on the fence w/ Ian

Don't know how to integrate him just yet

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Nyle adores his parents! His mother was a schoolteacher and his father was a deliveryman/rumrunner. He idolized his father and believed the tall tales (and true stories) he'd spin for him.

He died in the winter of 1926 due to influenza, leading Nyle to form an even closer and protective bond with his mother

He'd do absolutely anything for her

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

funnily enough, the research that went into making him

I used to get "into headspace" when writing for him as a fun exercise and a lot of that involved pouring over archived letters/ledgers and historical antecedentes while listening to Harlem Renaissance Jazz

I know that may sound boring as hell but rest assured I had hours of endless entertainment diving down those rabbit holes.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Not really that often now a days - this ask is the first time I'd properly written about him in a few years

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I did at one point, but it went poorly with test audiences so I scrapped it. Until I find a good reason to do it, I don't think I will.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

That when he finally finds a way to get back to earth, Miyoko's corpse will be there; still waiting for him.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Amylla! "huh??" i hear you ask "just how old is this woman??" Don't you know you can't ask that

She's technically after the aliens that abducted him, but the misery of being separated from his wife is too delicious for her to pass up.

She is the only person he's ever truly despised.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since middle school!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

11 or 12 (baby....)

[littleladymab]

OC in 15

HELLO NEW TAG GAME tagged by @wintherlywords thank you!

Rules: Share 15 lines of dialogue from an OC that capture their character, personality, or vibe. Bonus points for using dialogue without other scene details, but you’re free to include those as well!

Sorry for any of the formatting looking funky I gotta run but wanted to get this up before heading off to gaming!

I'm doing this for Best Girl Ayn Starling -- it's a combination of stuff from her POV, her texts, the blog she writes, and from other character's POV

Please consider this an open tag!

“What makes you think I know?” Both Ming and Carmel give me A Look, and I release a sigh and an overly dramatic shrug. “Okay, so, I do, but I don’t like that you automatically assume that I do.” 

If it’s a come-on, he’s getting docked for such an obvious line. He is handsome though, in a sort of I played Hamlet in a college production sort of way, with dark, artfully styled hair, amber eyes that look like they could use another dose of caffeine, and tinted glasses perched on a broad, flat nose. Not to mention, he’s somehow managing to pull off all black without making it look weird, even though his natural tan speaks of an indoor pallor.  Oh, yeah, he’s definitely the type to hold a skull and Alas, poor Yorick me. It’s fine, I could be into it.

I would be that person in the library until they have to drag me out kicking and screaming. Silently, of course, because it’s still a library. 

From: Ayn Starling  I understand that, but I’m also going to ask that you respect me as a person and consider, maybe, answering me properly.  From: Ayn Starling  Maybe not now, and not about this, but at one point.  From: Ayn Starling  I’ll let you decide what to do about Zone because you’re right, he isn’t my concern.  From: Ayn Starling  Everything else is up to you.

“Christ, I hope that there’s not more than one Jonas Quinn.”

“I turned thirteen and you gave me some of your whiskey. You told her that you thought it would be funny.”

And, with equal angelic poise, Ayn answers, “Of course not. I don’t think you peg many women.” 

“Holy shit, Lysander, she made me do them until I left the house. I know she had her own plans for you when you lived with us, trying to clean you up and turn you into a functioning member of society and all that, but I was being groomed to be a miniature version of her. She was probably secretly arranging a marriage between one of my father’s coworker’s sons or something.”

 My fellow citizens: We speak for those who cannot. The voice of the hallows and haunts. The voice of the abandoned, the lost, the forgotten — all hope abandon ye who enter here.  We will not be silenced. We will not be cowed, corralled, cornered.

“Someone is calling out ALICE — specifically, the Program Manager — on their approach to the game,” Ayn adds. She turns to Fletcher, eager, since he understood her reference. “We were promised a way out of this city, right? Then why play a game when they should be that benevolent being and let us go without having to participate in their missions?”

“I thought...” The fingers of her free hand drum over the ceramic surface of the mug, revealing the logo in flashes. “I thought that I could be good enough for you this time.”

“Do you think what we’re doing is even worth it?” Her hand lifts and gestures to the shop around us — to the rest of Eminence. “Meliora. This is beyond you and me, I think. We never... We are two different shapes that tried to fit together.”

“I thought it was obvious, Darling,” she says with a pretty smile that is altogether very sweet and dangerous. “I want the people of Eminence to start fighting back.”

“I’m mad because we’re still fighting. Are you angry because I’m not wearing any pants?” 

Having chosen to participate in Meliora has proven to ALICE, to Patrick Mercer, to everyone reading this blog, that you were worthy. Not only of the truth or a way out, but worthy of being able to make your own choices.  You made the right decision, whatever it was.  No matter what has happened over these past few months, never, ever, regret that. 

[daydream-cement]

Loveee your works! Can you do one where Larissa and reader/Fern (whichever you prefer) are so comfortable in their relationship and trusts each other 100% that they tend to check out people together they find attractive and gushes to themselves? Like yes they only have eyes for each other but they can still appreciate a person's beauty. Like when a pretty/handsome person walks by them and the reader/Fern be like "Hottie allert" and Larissa be like "Ooh, did you see that ass?" LMAO but anyways like their mutual friend/s be confused.

Window Shopping

Characters: Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Hahahah I based this off of my partner and i’s relationship dynamic in a way.

“Do… Do you and Larissa have an open relationship?” You and your coworker, Sarah, had been out to coffee when they asked you about your relationship.

“No… Why do you ask?” You narrowed your gaze and smirked, taking a sip of your coffee

“Well we were just all sitting together on the train the other day and Larissa was talking about how attractive the attendant was…” Your friend seemed skeptical, her face filled with confusion.

You think back to the day with a smile.

Larissa peaked down aisle, watching the train attendant walk by. She leaned back to you and whispered, “See the ass on her?”

“Mhmm,” You hum, tilting your head to watch the young woman walk by, “Good for her…”

“Good for us.” Larissa laughed and turned back to the table of her coworkers.

You laugh and click your teeth before you finally respond, “We just look. It’s fun to appreciate beautiful things together.”

“And there was that time at the mall when we were sitting together and you pointed out the woman in the short dress.” Sarah started a new story which made you laugh once again.

“She is fine…” You drag out the last syllable and smirk at Larissa. Larissa followed your gaze towards the older woman with curves in all the right places and a skintight dress on.

“You have that right…” Larissa appreciated the woman’s figure as she walked across the food court, her head resting in her hand.

“I’ll give you a pass if you want it.” You toss out a joke with a laugh, elbowing Larissa in the side, earning a laugh from your girlfriend.

“I’ll think about it.” Larissa said in an overzealous manner, her hand sliding under the table to squeeze your thigh.

You consider the story and finally admit your wrongdoing to Sarah, “If anything, I think you a proving a point that we may objectify women, which is wrong.”

“How do you guys look at women together? Doesn’t that feel like cheating?”

Immediately you laugh. You didn’t want to discredit Sarah’s question, but you had never seen it that way, “Oh, no! We call it window shopping. We aren’t in the market for anything, but window shopping never hurt anyone.”

“How do you do it?” Sarah still didn’t seem to understand.

“Trust! We trust and love each other. We have never been able to keep secrets from one another and we can’t lie when we see a beautiful woman. So typically we just enjoy the sights together.”

Sarah nodded, turning back to her coffee, “Trust… I’ll keep that one in mind.”

[lake-archive]

Chapter 8 - Walking Together

AO3 Link - Bungo Stray Dogs Selfship / Yumeship Collection

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Osamu Dazai, Annette 'Ann' Dorste-Hülshoff (OC)

Pairing: Annzai (Dazai/Ann)

Words: 1764

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Did it have to start raining!? Just at the end of their shift too… Ann had been about to take leave yet the fellow waitress at Café Uzumaki had put a stop to it. Before they could even step outside and open the door. 

“Halt halt halt!” She shouted as she grabbed the brunette by the wrist. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to go home like this!?” She had asked in total shock.

“Well… I have no choice, do I?” They countered, not seeing the problem at first. Yet once their co– worker had pointed outside they saw how it was pouring outside. No, literally, it was as if someone had made sure that there would be nothing but water in sight. The streets were all wet, to the point that the reflection of the buildings was visible. There were several puddles outside. Needless to say if Ann would go outside now they would just end up soaking wet once returning home, literally. And the thought of drenching wet was something they hated. Then again, they already hated the feeling of water against their skin. “Deep breath and–”

“Oh no! You’re not going outside like that!” The waitress interrupted before dragging them back. “You wait until the rain stops pouring!”

“Eh!? But Ole–”

“I’m sure that he will be fine. Cats can be left alone for a while after all.”

That is true. And Ole was rather smart. If he wanted something to eat he could probably snarch it by himself. He had managed to open the fridge no problem after all at once and snatch out an entire sausage by himself. Other than that he would just keep sleeping. He wouldn’t dare going out in the rain by himself. He hates getting wet just as much as they do. 

And so they had no reason to refuse in the end, not really at least. They sighed in defeat, knowing that it would be for the best in the end. Especially to avoid the rain. “Alright. But only until the rain stops.” That was what they had said. 

So they sat down inside the café, at a table next to the giant window. And all they did was watch the rain pour down, hoping that it would soon stop… But it didn’t. They could feel their body lowering, almost falling over like a sack of potatoes and head resting right on the table. This was boring. Lots of time had already passed, didn’t it? And the rain was still pouring down, no sign of calming down. At this rate they will have to return home in the rain, otherwise– 

“Oh, Dazai! What a surprise to see you here!” Ann heard their coworker say which made their head turn for a moment in near shock… Only to look at a sight from afar with wide eyes. They saw him, a tall male figure standing right there and talking to the other waitress. They only saw the back but they knew who it was… Literally, Dazai! Did that much time pass!? Either way they quickly turned their head away, trying to ignore it. He will leave soon! Yeah, he will! Tota– 

“Hm? Oh, look who we have here. Did you finally consider my offer?” They heard him ask… That smug face is literally audible. And it was annoying to them. Why did he have to flirt with any woman on sight? It was pissing them off! 

“Ahaha, no. I would never~” She responded at least, laughing him off before shifting to a calmer yet slightly more serious though also gentle tone. “Is that an umbrella in your hands?”

“They announced rain around this time, didn’t they?”

“Ah yes, they did. Are you going home for the day?”

“Why yes I am. Is this an invitation to a–”

“And you live with Annette, right?” She interrupted yet that made them dread it when hearing their name drop… Did she have to say that!? Oh how they wanted to hide… Or they could just run out. 

“Ann–Chan? Yeah, she’s staying with me. Did she forget something?”

While Dazai was speaking they sat up, then eyeing the door. Alright, target set! So they got up slowly, sneaking over to the door while the two were talking.

“Yeah, an umbrella. You see, she’s still here and has to go home.”

“Are you asking me to escort her home?”

“You two live together, right? And I don’t think she would ask on her own. Will you?”

“It can’t be helped. Alright~”

There! The door! They were about to grab the door knob and run but then a hand suddenly grabbed their own before they could even reach out to it. Seeing the bandage on the hand told Ann everything they needed to know and upon turning their head to the side they spotted him, Dazai, smiling widely, as if in a good mood. And the moment their gazes met they felt getting warmer yet also about to say something… Yet they had no chance to protest because the next thing they heard was him saying ever so cheerfully: “Let’s go home together, Ann–Chan~”

So unfortunately moments later the two were outside, umbrella open while walking down the streets next to each other. It was a little embarrassing hence why they remained all silent. They really didn’t want to talk nor think about it. Being stuck in the same place as Dazai… Not to mention so close. And knowing that it was unbearable. 

In the end their co–worker had pushed for it. “ I think you should go home with him. It’s better than getting wet and it won’t stop raining anytime soon. ” That's what she said, much to their own dismay. And her words were sadly true. So Ann had been left with no choice but to give in. What a pain…

To make matters worse it wasn’t as if they felt nothing from this.  They did. After all they were so close to him… It made them feel all warmer. Fuzzy yes but also conflicting. This was Dazai after all. Not just that but they also felt their heart pounding in their chest, almost tearing through it and breaking free. Or so it felt like. They could just barely handle this. In fact they were surprised that they were not collapsing. Despite the cold air they felt so warm. The wind was just blowing past them. If it wasn’t raining like crazy they would literally just run off and– 

“Woha! Be careful there Ann–Chan.” Before knowing it they were shoved to the side, an arm wrapped around their shoulders as they were pushed closer. They found themself pressed against something or rather someone. A quick glance uo revealed that it was, of course, Dazai. And he looked at them with an… Awfully calm smile. And yet one could also feel a little concern coming from it. “Or do you plan on getting wet?”

It had not occurred to them until then, making them go wide eyed once they had noticed one of their shoulders, or rather their jacket. It had slowly gotten soaked, feeling as if it was latching onto their shoulder. And they did not like that feeling all too much. Yet they had not noticed until Dazai had pointed it out. 

Ann looked back up at him for a moment, noticing the increasing redness before turning their head away all of a sudden to hide said blush. “N… No! It’s not like that!” They countered quickly, trying to keep their composure. “I just… Uhm…”

“Then be careful, alright? We don’t want you to catch a cold.” He interrupted them, however, calmer in contrast. It was unusually so, to the point it had them speechless. He seemed more serious than most of the time yet it was not in a cold tone either. It was oddly warm despite being a more serious side. And it were these moments where they would be reminded of everything and moments if denial disappeared, even if only for this moment. Everything would return to normal after that but right now? 

Right now it was just a cruel reminder of their feelings. Feelings they shouldn't feel. Feelings they didn’t want to feel. Feelings they were scared to feel. Growing attached to anyone, though especially to someone like Dazai… They shouldn't. They couldn’t. After all, you never know when someone disappears, like father. Or you lose someone, like mother. One left earth, the other cut ties. Life has never been the same. 

And given the risks Dazai put himself in… He could vanish too. At any given moment. And they didn't know if they could bear it.  They didn’t want to be close to him and yet… It was also painful to pretend as if they didn’t want to. So a moment like this was just cruel, especially with only a tiny gap left. Both taking shelter together while walking, him looking out for them and looking somewhat serious, most would think that it was uncharacteristic of him. This was also painful. ‘ Don’t do this to me… Please… ’

“Y… Yeah. Sorry.” Ann responded, sounding softer than usually. They knew. Though instead of getting a scolding of some kind he pulled them even closer, so that they would be as close as possible. And as soon as that had happened they felt their arms moving on their own, latching onto his all of a sudden, the one he held the umbrella with. ‘ What am I– ’

“Good. As long as you understand. Let’s head home.”

"Y…. Yeah." No quip, no comment, no nothing. It did not go ignored however, them hearing a chuckle coming from his mouth before he continued speaking.

“Stay close to me. Can you do that?”

They didn't know how to answer at first. Stay close? They wanted to but… But… Actually, once that thought had crossed their mind they felt their grip tightening a little. They didn’t even want to let go. Their mouth may say the opposite yet the truth was right here, right at this moment. And it was terrifying. If it had to be anyone… Why him? ‘ Why did I have to fall in love with you? ’ – A reality they didn’t really want to face. Yet sometimes they are forced to face it, whether they like it or not.

“For a little while I guess.” They responded very softly now. Because… At least for this moment… Maybe a part of them does crave for his closeness sometimes. And at least for that moment they wondered if they could ever let go.

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[paintedhyenadogs]

Err, snippet of chapter 2 of my fic (a Homelander/Self Insert OC/ Soldier Boy fic)

Warnings for: Misgendering, casual use of the F-slur (by Soldier Boy), internalised homophobia, Homelanders god complex reaching the peak of all peaks, Milk fixation completely unrelated to Homelander.

(tell me if there are any warnings I should have added but have missed here)

It had been about 5 hours since their interaction amd Half-Hound hasn't come down again. If he didn't choose the room beside the stairs, he probably wouldn't have noticed as easily as he did. Everything that was left out during their earlier "discussion" hadn't been put back into the freezer or pantry. "He hasn't eaten yet?" He thinks, as he begins to take the items on the counter to their respective places, glancing at the clock all the while. As he opens the fridge, he finds himself amused by the sheer amount of dairy in it. The amount of milk in the damn thing was insane, with cheese coming in second to it. He grabs a carton of milk, full cream, as he drinks straight from the box.

He wipes the residue from his mouth, now with the cockiness his self grew to know. If he didn't want to eat it wasn't his issue, he's not the one starving. He could care less about that sensitive wuss! What, couldn't take a compliment? I mean what kind of a guy-

He doesn't care! Oh course he doesn't , it's absurd to think he would, but he still goes to check on Half-Hound, cracking open the door and peering through the small crevice. Soldier Boy rolls his eyes, shutting the door quietly as he turns to leave. Half-Hound was asleep, back turned to the door, tail tucked between his legs and hugging a long pillow as his animal like legs kicked it periodically. He was fine! Of course he- she would be. Why wouldn't she be? She can handle herself just fine! Not like he doubted that or was worried. He just wanted to make sure. It's good to check if your coworker was alive, you never know.

He spends the rest of his time navigating the television. Modern times were very obviously different, for one, it doesn't seem like this one had cable and if it did, he didn't know how to access it. He fiddled awhile with the remote, ending up on something called Youtube. He leaned back into the couch, and sighed. It would have to do. It looked like a bunch of pictures, with their titles right beside them.

"I only eat pink food for a day!"

"Supes bad? It's a bit complex."

"Takoyaki party! Spicy Cheese Garlic Mayo Takoyaki Mukbang asmr"

What the fuck was he even reading? He pressed the arrow button pointing downward, leading him down to more pictures and titles. All of which were either confusing, absurd, intelligible, or boring, like one with a singular image of an outhouse, and some weird title referencing something called "shrek". Some of them looked downright gross, like cartoon characters shown with needles and lumps, with nonsensical titles. Every time he moves downward to more content, he's hit with the same confusion, disgust and boredom. Then he sees it.

"The Soldier Boy Story (1951) full movie free"

Full movie? He can watch that thing? How? It was just a picture of a scene in the movie from what he could see. "Need help?" Soldier Boy turned towards the kitchen. Half-Hound was standing in the kitchen, readying a pan and some ingredients. "Thanks for putting all my shit back by the way, I forgot," his voice was flat, Soldier Boy couldn't gleen much emotion from it. "So, do you need help?" Half-Hound asked once more. He took a second to study his face, which just like his voice, was a flat, stoic thing that he couldn't gleen much information from. "Sure,"

Half-Hound walked to where he sat, taking the remote and showing him the buttons. "So you've figured out up and down, so you use the left and right arrow keys to get to the video you want,". He talked to him like he was a child. Explaining things carefully and not to fast. It felt like he was being mocked. "Then just press ok, and bam, you can watch the video, again, just use the back button to go back to the front page, or exit the thing entirely," "Are you mocking me?" Half-Hound didn't even look at Soldier Boy. "No, not on purpose," he says, getting up and walking back to the kitchen. The way he walked back when he was apathetic was different than when he was mad, or whenever he felt some other emotion. To be honest, he's never seen his tail be so idle. No soft wagging sway, no bristled straightness, no soft curl on his leg. It bothered him, more so than he'd like to admit.

After that, other than the sound of the television playing his movie, Half-Hound and Soldier Boy didn't speak a word to eachother. He didn't enjoy the silence. back when he was no. 1, there was always talk, save for when he was dozing off of course, but the silence now just crept under his skin, it annoyed him. When he hears the door click open, only then did he see the first regular movement Half-Hound did, his right ear flicking as his head turned to look at the door.

"You two look swell," Butcher exclaimed sarcastically as he entered. Hughie could feel the tension as soon as he walked in. He knew something happened. "Also, you don't mind havin a few extra guests, ere, right?" Butcher asked, well not asked, more like stated, because as soon as Half-Hound turns to look at the door, he sees Kimiko, Frenchie and Annie, walk through the door. "Some of you have to share a room, and to clarify not a bed, because one of the guest rooms has a loft," Half-Hound rolled his eyes. He didn't care, really, but it would've been nice to be given a damn heads up atleast an hour earlier, he looked like shit, it was embarrassing.

"You've got a nice house," he heard Annie say. He could feel his ears perk up a little and his tail start to wag. "Thanks, uh, Hughie's staying in the room upstairs by the way, first door, right across mine," Half-Hound adds, turning his head to her and gesturing upstairs. "You know, I gotta ask, why get such a big house with so many rooms, if it's just-" she gestures at him with her hands "-you?". Half-Hound takes s few seconds to reply. "It's like my house back in Malaysia, 2 stories, 4 rooms. That's the only similarity they share though,". Annie smiled. "Do you miss it?" "Sometimes, but I left when I was around 16 to 17 to be a hero, so I can't really complain, hah," it's a fake chuckle he lets out. Annie picks up on it easily. "Well at least you're not caught up with Homelander directly," she groans, attempting to change the subject. "True, Im not. It's gotta be exhausting, right, how do you deal?" He smirks. Annie rolls her eyes, making an annoyed expression. "Ugh, like you won't fucking believe,"

It's been only a nearly two days, but hearing him laugh again felt like rain after a draught. The laughing was never with him, nor were the amused and exaggerated looks or strange over the top gestures. He wishes it was though, in some deep hidden part inside him, not like he'd ever admit it. He watches the sway of his wagging tail as he laughs and chats away with Annie. How his canines show when he laughs, and the subtle but more obvious expansion of his pupils while talking about something he particularly likes.

It's those same things he noticed when they first met. Though the first thing he heard him say was-

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

One of them exclaims, seeing the, known dead, Soldier Boy, in the flesh, in front of him. Soldier Boy watches as the boy turns to the man, Butcher. He saw his tail straighten and the stripe of fur on part of his neck stand upright. "You didn't tell me he was fuckin alive?! Nor that he was our WEAPON!" He barks, his teeth out on full display, an instinctual move to show, aggression, in this situation. When he turns back to look at him, Soldier Boy sees his ears drop slightly, looking embarrassed and skittish at the sight of him, his eyes looking him up and down for a fraction of a second. "Sorry, I forgot to mention it to ya, mate," Butcher says, patting the other on the shoulder. Half-Hound turns away, rolling his eyes. "You-you go deal with whatever you have to deal with, I will be a safe distance away,". He later recalls thinking how good of an idea that was, considering what happened later.

He would later come to know the boy, as Half-Hound. A D-list hero some how caught up with killing this Homelander guy. His first impressions of him were simple. He was a skittish, sometimes brash, guy. Though really only brash and rude with Butcher, he got along well with Hughie.

"You know, I thought fags were all girly and shit," he stated, causing Half-Hound to give him a look of disgust. "What the fuck man, how'd you even figure out I liked men?" Soldier Boy laughed. "I saw you eyein' me up the first time we met,". He saw his ear twitch for the first time then. "Don't call me a fag, you can't just say that shit, it's not the olden times no more," he growls. "Easy there, doggy," He puts his hands up in a mocking gesture of submission. He liked this one.

[More Soldier Boy having gay ass thoughts abt Half-Hound]

[Insert random outing they have to go for before the Herogasm happens]

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Meanwhile, Homelander sits in his house. There's this feeling in his gut, it's an annoying feeling. People say that love feels like nervousness, butterflies in your stomach! If that's true, he's either been hit with some mutated love bug or some sick supe only illness. All over some skittish, and some what brash, low tier, no name hero who spends all his time searching for people. No one has ever declined the offer to join The Seven! No one! Except that stupid fucking mutt! Does he think he's better than them? Hah! Better than the best? He must be delusional!

Remembering the wild animal like eyes of his flash when he started arguing about the violence stuff, Homelander felt his heart skip a beat. He liked it, how though Half-Hound was afraid, and cautious, he could see the slight shine of his canines. He had big teeth, he remembers. Not like dog teeth, like wolf teeth, or some crazy big wolf thing. His heart leaped again. He wants to see those teeth put to work, covered in blood on gore of some poor sad sap in the woods. Why choose to just run around playing hide and seek with humans, when he could be better? When he could show them what it means to piss off a rabid dog who has the teeth to put them into a torturous mutilated state? He definitely was like no other, truly, he felt like he just needed a push. A push to his true potential! He just doesn't realise it yet.

It's not love he's feeling, no. It's foresight, or something of the sort... Prophecy! It's a prophecy! Half-Hound simply needs a bit of prodding before he reaches his true destiny! After all, he's the perfect mad dog to use to keep people in line in case anything happens to Noir! It's great, it's wonderful! It's perfect! It makes sense after all, those stories with mythical gods always had some sort of prophecy in its tales right? It made sense he'd get one too, he's a god! America's homegrown god!

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Prompt-oween Day 2

@occreatorexchange

Prompt: Driving down a dark road late at night. The driver makes up a story to scare the passenger(s).

Fandom: Doctor Who/The Sarah Jane Adventures

Characters: Mike Yates, Molly Yates (OC)

Rating: G

Word Count: 600

Summary: Mike is forced to tell his granddaughter about Autons.

Note: A prequel to my Molly Yates WIP.

Mike Yates was visiting his son and granddaughter.  A coworker had set David up on a blind date, so Mike was lucky enough to spend the whole evening with little Molly.

He took her to the playground at Golden Gate Park, where she played for hours.  He occasionally read a book, but never let Molly wander out of sight.

Before he knew it, the sun was starting to set.  He closed his book and looked around. Mike noticed that the park was practically empty.  He remembered that David had told him about an assault and a mugging that had taken place in the park after dark.  He saw Molly on the jungle gym.

“Molly, come down.”

The four-year-old pouted at him.

Mike beckoned to her.  “Molly, now.  It’s time to go.  It’s getting dark and we still need to eat dinner.”

Only then, did the girl come down, or rather slid down the slide.  As Molly ran to him, Mike noticed that she had a plastic doll in her arms.  He frowned.  She didn’t have the doll before.  Mike told her not to bring any toys, so there would be no chance of losing them while they were out.

“Who’s your friend?”

“I don’t know.  She didn’t tell me her name,” Molly replied.

Mike tried not to smile. He took her free hand and they started walking to the car.   “Well, where did she come from?”

“Space.”

He faltered.  Mike knew children had active imaginations, and Molly was no exception.  However, he had experience with things and beings that came from outer space.  Not all of them were good.  He hoped Molly was just exhibiting her vivid imagination.  Best to ask more questions.

“Oh?  Any certain planet?”

Molly scrunched her face.  Mike nearly laughed.  She was too cute.

“P-Poly… Polymos.”

Mike’s laughter died in his throat.  There is no possible way she should know that name.  The only reason he knew it was because the Doctor had told him back in his early days at UNIT.

Mike crouched down to his granddaughter’s level.  “Molly, where did you find it?”

“By the swings.”

“Did you see anyone with it?”

She shook her head, pigtails whipping her cheeks.

That cold fear solidified in his chest. He wished that he had his gun.  “Drop the doll now.”

Molly was confused but did as she was told.  His tone scared her.  She didn’t say anything as he picked her up and ran the rest of the way to the car.  He quickly threw open the door and strapped her in.  He glanced back over his shoulder, making sure they weren’t being followed before getting into the car himself.

Mike pulled out onto Kezar Drive.  The sun had set nearly ten minutes ago.

“Grandpa, why did you make me leave the doll?”

Mike looked up at the rearview mirror, seeing Molly’s frightened and confused face.  “Love, you know I was in the military a long time ago?”

“Yeah.”

“While I was serving, an organization called UNIT recruited me.  Among other things, we kept humanity safe from alien threats.”

“Aliens are real?”

“Yes, sweetheart, they are.”

“Why does Daddy say they aren’t?”

“Well, love, your dad doesn’t know.  We tried to keep aliens a secret from the public for their own good..”

“So, the doll was an alien?”

Mike sighed.  “Not the doll itself.  But I think that the doll was, let’s say, possessed by the Nestene Consciousness.  They control things made out of plastic.”

Molly was on the edge of her seat, eyes wide, as Mike told her about how the Doctor defeated the Autons.

[catgirlkirigiri]

> Joins team vampire

> Makes werewolf oc

Character info copy-pasted from artfight cause I wrote it all out there before realizing oh, wait, I should post this guy on tumblr too. I'd link his profile but I've had a 502 error for ten minutes so idk if he's ever gonna upload lol.

Ok everyone get your making fun of Brits moment out real quick.

Harvey's a gay trans guy living in somewhere that is ambiguously rural Britain. He works at a bakery in his little town, and he was always content with his simple life. But, unfortunately for him, there's always been a big werewolf problem in his area. For a while, it was fine; sure, every few weeks a couple farmers would lose some sheep, but it was fine. Nothing that affected him, at least... until it did.

He was walking home from the bus stop when it happened. It was late - he'd been on the closing shift, working as much as he could to pay his rent - and he hadn't been paying too much attention to his surroundings. He didn't notice the too-human wolf lurking in the shadows until the creature was lunging at him. He barely had time to block his neck before those massive jaws closed on him, locking tightly onto his left arm. After a struggle that felt like hours, Harvey managed to break free, running for his life. He was lucky that the wolf gave up pretty quickly, probably heading off to snack on some unsuspecting farmer's livestock for an easier catch. That didn't matter to him though. As Harvey stumbled the rest of the way to his small apartment, clutching his bleeding arm, all he could think about was what came next.

He'd been bitten, and everyone knew what came next; if he was found out, he'd be jailed at best. At worst, well... in the eyes of the law, he was now an animal, and plenty of farmers wouldn't hesitate to shoot at an animal threatening their livestock. (Granted, he knew the locals were all terrible shots, yet somehow that didn't make the reality of the situation any less frightening.)

The first few months, he'd locked himself in his room, praying he wouldn't be able to figure out the locks while a wolf. He only stopped when he woke up the morning after to his door nearly busted off its hinges. Since then, he began traveling for the event. He'd take a train as far as it went, then ride a bus to the end, and repeat until he didn't recognize his surroundings anymore. Then, even if he was spotted, it wouldn't affect him afterwards. (If he was lucky. He hasn't been spotted yet to find out for certain.) Eventually he came to know a few good secluded spots to end up for the moon, taking a bit of stress out of his monthly journeys by giving him a safe destination.

In the three years since, he's managed relatively well. He's certain his coworkers are onto him by now considering he takes off two days either side of a full moon, but nobody's said anything, and he hasn't been jailed yet. He's been shot at a few times, but nothing's hit him, and his visible scars can be explained away as werewolf attacks. Technically, that isn't a lie. He just leaves out that he was also a wolf when he got them.

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Fireflies Over The Wall - Chapter 3

Relationship: The Bell Keeper & Meiri (Original character)

Summary: "The troll brought with herself, every night without a fault, a baby.

Every night, she placed it upon the grass, and pointed upwards, showing her baby the stars and constellations. Showing her baby the fireflies.

Holding it tight. Cuddling with it. Making sure it saw the beauty the world had to offer. He had never considered himself a sentimental man. Yet this image, for some reason, never failed to make him return home feeling something gaping and void inside of himself.

Every one of his former coworkers must have returned to their families.

Who would Edmund return to when he could work no more?

What would give him a reason to get out of bed when the fireflies were no longer enough?"

An OC's origin story as well as a Bell Keeper character study, because this character is much more fascinating than I'd been giving him credit for.

Notes: Title from ‘Soap’ by The Oh Hello

Chapter title: Leech what's caustic

Read it on ao3

The second time it happened, the sun was up. Barely so, but it was, the golden rays hiding away the glimmer of the stars. It was early morning and while he’d only had twelve hours since the end of his last shift to rest, he actually felt good about heading to work that day. The fresh air of sunrise usually did that to him, even if he thought it was terribly corny. He had even started whistling before opening the door to the tower, when he heard the sound of a branch being forced to its full weight capacity and its leaves rustling with movement. As he turned around, expecting a large bird to have landed nearby or maybe some sort of squirrel, Edmund found he was actually not all that surprised to see Meiri dangling precariously from the tree.

“You again.” He said though his voice lacked (too much) bitterness. Even he couldn’t be an ass to a kid. Even if the kid didn’t partake in his code of conduct. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking at lichen.” Came her automatic answer. He couldn’t tell if that meant it was honest or a lie.

To her credit, she did seem to be looking at lichen. In the worst way possible, that was. Her legs were crossed over the branch she was hanging on to, both of her hands grasping it as the rest of her body was dragged down by gravity. Sure enough, there were light green patches on the part of the branch nearest to her face.

“I’m not even going to ask.” Edmund mumbled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, even though the statement was irrelevant considering he had already asked.

And apparently, for some reason he was going to continue doing so. He walked closer, not feeling completely at ease with her suspended up in the air like that with only a branch which he wouldn’t be placing any trust on to hang on to. A fall from that height might not hurt someone his size, but it sure would her.

“Why is it you’re always climbing on something when I see you?”

Either his attempt to sound stern had been ignored or it completely went over her head. Both were equally likely, he thought. Meiri only shrugged, or did so as best as she could in her current position, causing her body to sway a bit. The branch creaked, making his breath hitch but seemingly having no effect on her.

“Not my fault interesting things are up high so often.”

He considered her answer as she seemingly went back to examining the lichen (and was it even healthy to look at them up this close?), not really seeing the fault in her logic. It sort of was why he kept his job, in the end. Maybe if he explained this to her he could beat the cop allegations.

“Oh, yeah?” Creeping even closer and telling himself that it was because even he wasn’t enough of a jerk to leave a child in a dangerous situation, Edmund hoped he looked unassuming as he took his hands out of his pockets and began calculating which would be the best position to keep them in order to catch her if needs be. “And what’s interesting about lichen?”

The kid let her head fall back in order to look at him, blinking in surprise. “They’re algae.” She said, even though she sounded unsure that she should be saying something. “And fungi as well. They’re in an obligatory mutualistic relationship; I mean, those two types of organisms exist by themselves in other situations, but the species that form lichens can’t survive by themselves.”

Edmund raised an eyebrow. “How exactly is that good for either of them?”

“Right? That confused me too. Needing someone else to survive in order to live seems like too much trouble. But they manage; you find lichen living in much more diverse places than just algae or just fungi. Even deserts! So they seem to be getting something out of it. Keeping each other alive.”

It was too damn early to be getting philosophical about plants’ twice removed cousins. Unfortunately, the kid didn’t look like she was planning on moving anytime soon.

“They need to reproduce by either the fungus part reproducing on its own and finding another algae or cyanobacteria, or a bit of the lichen gets torn apart and grows back somewhere else. There’s a lot more of them here than around the city centre, because of air quality, and I’m trying to get a look at the fruiting bodies on these ones.”

Edmund let his hands fall down, genuinely impressed to have heard her speak so much all at once. It was probably more words than she’d spoken during the entire time she’d been with him some nights before. He didn’t know what it was he was been waiting for, whether it was being told to sod off and leave her alone, to get annoyed enough to leave by himself, or for her to keep going on about lichen for some reason. But remaining there paid off when he heard a particularly loud snap, and automatically reached up to grab her in one swift motion.

“Oi!” She protested once she was in his arms. “What the heck?!”

The girl didn’t weigh much at all. The hardest work he was currently doing was controlling his breathing and heart rate after his reflexes had taken charge and thankfully spared the child from a two metre high fall.

Or at least he thought they had, but the branch was still holding strong.

Which probably explained the indignant fire to Meiri’s eyes and the way she seemed to be fighting against his arms to be let go off.

“Stop yer squirming, the whole branch was gonna go down!”

“Oh, really?” She asked with no small amount of sarcasm as she pointedly looked from him to the perfectly still branch.

Edmund already had a counter argument on his tongue when, like an actor who had missed his cue, the middle of that very branch cracked and the half to which she’d been clinging to fell loudly on the floor in front of them, making them both startle.

“Oh!” Meiri stopped her fighting, looking down at what could very well have been her causa mortis had it not been for Edmund’s quick thinking. “Really.”

“Yes, kid, really!” He put her down on the floor, noticing how she immediately went to touch the branch. “How on earth come ya haven’t gotten yourself killed yet?!”

The girl only shrugged and began touching the branch seemingly at random. Edmund sighed, his shoulders dropping in exhaustion - more so emotionally after the scare than physically - as he failed to will himself to walk away now that there was no immediate danger to that child anymore.

“You gonna take this one home as well?” He asked for lack of a better thing to say.

“No. I saw what I wanted to already.” She then turned to him and raised her hands. “Plus my hands are probably full of spores now! If I touch the right places I might create new lichen.”

Okay, you are weird, he thought but refused to say out loud. There were certain things you never told children, no matter how profoundly you believed in them. He had been a weird kid; he would know.

“Well, good luck with that, then.” One foot in front of the other. Yes, Edmund, good job. He began walking away, telling himself it was Saturday afternoon so she was probably on her allowed ���wandering around town’ time, and right after that reminding himself that whether or not it was the case was very much not his problem. He had a long day of looking at grass to get to.

He wasn’t allowed to.

“Hey!” She called after him when he was already walking away, and he groaned. Turning back to look at her, he put on his most stern look with his arms crossed, trying to convey an obvious ‘I don’t have time for this’ energy. He came to regret it, though, when he saw that she actually looked the most apologetic he’d ever seen her. She was twisting her hands on one another and biting her lip, looking to the side rather than at him.

“Thank you for not letting me fall.”

The sentence sounded like it took a lot of effort to make it come out of her mouth, but she still made sure each word was clearly pronounced, and seemed to take his small nod as enough of an answer.

“AndcouldIborrowthatbookyouhave?”

That question was much more hurried, like she was afraid that it would either hurt to get it out or that she would be punished for asking it. Neither of which were very good signs, so Edmund blinked as he stared at her, his silence lasting longer simply because he was caught off guard by it.

“I don’t know which one you’re talking about, but sure. I haven’t gotten rid of any books recently, so it must still be here.”

When she brought her eyes back to look at his, there was no small amount of surprise on them. He didn’t quite get it; it sure was surprising that she’d come all the way here to ask (or all the way here to look at lichen and then took the opportunity to ask, whatever), but he couldn’t see why it was unexpected for him to agree. Even if it were only to get rid of her, what harm could it do to let her have a book he probably hadn’t opened in years?

Checking his watch to see if he still had time to spare (he didn’t, but what was going to happen during daylight hours? Reverse troll attack?), he walked back past her and to his cabin, keeping the door open in a gesture to allow her inside. She stepped in and walked purposefully to his bookshelf, easily selecting the volume she wanted: a relatively thin one on identification of the local arboreal flora.

“Thanks.” She said while looking down at it. “What would you like me to do when I’m done reading it?”

He didn’t really care.

“Well, where do you plan on reading it?”

Meiri looked at him and shrugged, scanning the area as if to look for a good shade to read under.

He took a deep breath, fighting back the unexpected idea of asking her if she wanted to read while he stayed in his post on top of the wall. But he didn’t need something to annoy him or distract him from the absolute Nothing he was supposed to monitor.

“Eh, you know where I live. Just leave it in front of the door inside a plastic bag or something in case it rains.”

That seemed to be enough, and she ducked her head in acknowledgement before walking away. His exhale was almost an amused snort as he turned around to do the same.

…......

She delivered the book back into his hands herself, in the end.

He had been off duty in his house, sitting on his couch and listening to the radio as he read the newspaper. It was now one day old, true, but surely that was an acceptable lag. He raised his eyes to the door after hearing two curt knocks, not having the chance to neither ask who it was nor tell them to come in before the door was slightly opened.

He saw nothing.

And then he lowered his gaze a whole bunch and saw Meiri looking at him.

“Oh, look at the time!” He gasped with mock brightness as he looked at the spot in his wrist where he usually wore his watch, currently bare. “It’s ‘little girls shouldn’t be out by themselves’ hours!”

Whereas she’d poked her head inside the house looking uncertain at first, Meiri began glaring at him immediately after that. He was getting used to that, truth be told. Wordlessly, she stepped inside with the book in her arms and closed the door behind herself, keeping her frown firmly in place as she walked towards him and handed him a piece of paper she’d been keeping inside of her hoodie’s pocket. Edmund only broke eye contact after taking it from her in order to read it. The paper seemed to have been ripped from a notebook and had a few sentences in cursive calligraphy.

“Dear sir,

We were informed that Meiri had a book that belongs to you and that she wanted to return it as soon as possible. As such, we made an exception and allowed her to go out after dinner tonight, seeing as she will be at school tomorrow morning. We trust that she will be safe in your presence, but feel no obligation to keep watch over her for any longer than necessary; she knows her way back.

In case there’s any need for it, have my personal phone number and also St. Anne’s.

XXXXXXXXX

XXXXXXXXX

Terry Hansen”

The signature was a sweeping scrawl Edmund was fairly sure no child could feign. Plus, now he had a means to contact her zookeepers, so that was a bonus.

What was not a bonus is that said zookeepers seemed to have as many brain cells as wild animals themselves. ‘We trust that she will be safe in your presence’, what bullshit was that? He had seen him exactly once, absolutely nothing guaranteed these imbeciles that Edmund wasn’t some sort of creep.

Unless they were trusting him on the grounds of him being a Patrol officer, in which case they were even bigger imbeciles.

“Fair enough.” He said, not mentioning any of that to the girl since none of it was her fault or under her control. “There’s no method to my shelf’s organisation, so feel free to leave it wherever.”

“I noticed.” He heard her grumble under her breath as she kneeled on top of the wooden chest directly underneath his shelves in order to reach them more easily.

“Yeah, and my best friend’s a librarian, can you believe it? Almost has a stroke any time she comes here.”

She blinked at him, surprised he had paid her any mind, and just… stood there awkwardly near the door, taking in the space even though she’d been there before, clearly uncertain of what to do. Deciding to take mercy on her, Edmund gestured to the empty spots on the couch and the chairs on the table. As she walked over to sit on the opposite edge of the sofa, he decided to see if he could break her silence.

“What did you think of it?”

“It was good.” She removed her white (well, grey) sneakers and turned to sit facing him, her legs crossed. “I took so long with it because I was writing down some notes about it in my notebook.”

He hummed, deciding not to comment on how her definition of ‘so long’ was four days.

“And are you already reading anything new?”

Meiri nodded, her voluminous hair bouncing slightly with it. “I was going to come earlier, but I began reading a book in the library and lost track of time.”

He was going to be a responsible adult. He was going to be a responsible and mature adult and he would not take advantage of the fact that she apparently frequented the library to teach her to mess with Kaisa.

He hated being an adult.

“Cool.” He put his newspaper down and got up from the couch, stretching his arms above his head after doing so. Her gaze followed him. “I’m gonna make tea. You want some?”

“Lemongrass?”

“You got it.”

This time he had actual lemongrass to brew in the kettle, so hopefully it would turn out better, even if she seemed to have enjoyed the first one. So maybe he should be hoping she’d like this one. You really never knew with kids.

“So-” He began as he took the leaves from their jar. “What’s yer book about?”

“Flower language.”

Edmund hummed. “And?”

“And?”

He turned his head back to look at her, finding her looking at him like he was displaying some sort of enigmatic behaviour she couldn’t crack. “What have you learned already? If ya don’t mind sharing.”

Edmund went back to pouring water inside the kettle, but not before seeing her blink in surprise. “You want me to tell you about it?”

“Well, if I didn’t I wouldn’t’ve asked, would I?”

“Why?”

Great question! He hated it.

“Flowers are cool.” And I wish I could have talked to people about what I liked when I was your age. “And I want some background noise; yer voice isn’t quite as annoying as I first thought.”

He turned the stovetop on and put the kettle atop of it, being showed her tongue as soon as he turned to her again. Edmund wasn’t an ass, at least he didn’t like to think of himself as one. But he had to admit that messing with this kid was pretty fun, especially since she was completely capable of giving as good as she got. Despite her indignation, true or otherwise, she began sharing what she’d learned so far when he sat back down. Reluctantly at first, but the more she realised he was actually listening the more she picked up in pace and energy.

“I don’t get why there are flowers that mean something as specific as ‘asking for forgiveness’” She said when they were both drinking their teas already; if she’d noticed any difference in taste from the previous one, she didn’t mention it. “Isn’t it much easier to actually go to someone and say sorry?”

Edmund rubbed the stubble on his chin. “I mean… kinda? It’s easier in the way that you don’t have to go looking for a flower and then give it to the person, but saying sorry can be hard sometimes, you know?”

That seemed to actually give her pause and make her think. “I’m not sure I do. Maybe it’s hard when you mean it. When you’re actually sorry. But usually when I apologise it’s just because someone is making me.”

He was not about to open that particular box right then and there, but he stored the information away for a later date. And then he got confused as to why he expected to ever see this girl again, anyway.

“That’s true. The more you regret something, the harder it is to face it. I think either flowers or a ‘sorry’ are fine. If someone wrongs you, it’s enough to have them acknowledge it in most cases.”

She tilted her head to the side. “In most cases?”

“Yeah. In some you do have to walk away from that person or relationship. But you shouldn’t worry about that, kid. It’ll come to you at the right time.”

Her head bobbed up and down as she nodded mindlessly, her gaze unfocused as she concentrated on whatever thought process she was going through rather than the world around her.

She actually looked a lot more calm than he’d ever seen her.

They finished their teas in companionable silence, having run out of flowers to talk about. Before leaving, she ducked her head in what he interpreted as a sign of respect.

He was probably just being delusional.

“Thank you for having me.” She said, clearly quoting a script but sounding genuine all the same.

“No worries. Can you do me a favour, kid?”

Rather than answering, she only looked at him, letting him know he had her attention.

“Ask Mr. Hansen to call me when you get home safely.”

He slipped a piece of paper with his number into her hand, and she nodded. The girl then went off into the night, and Edmund only closed the door when he could see her no longer.

…......

“No.”

“No?”

“Ya heard me.”

“Oh, come on! What would it even cost you?”

The grumpy witch crossed her arms and sat back against the back of her chair, upset that all of her neat and carefully presented arguments hadn’t had an effect on the man in front of her. Truly an ‘unstoppable force meets immovable object” kind of situation, but he was determined to be more resilient than she was insistent.

No small challenge, that was.

“Me? It’d cost me nothing.” She raised her hands above her head in clear frustration. “But it would cost you a lot. You can’t keep avoiding this, Kaisa. You need to talk to her.”

Kaisa slid down the back of her chair, groaning. “But I don’t want to!”

An eyebrow raised, Edmund twirled his cup so as to mix what’s inside - even though it was only pure black coffee - while he looked at the image in front of him. Had he known less about Kaisa’s life, he would have helped her in an instant. Asking an old lady to deliver a book to the library, how hard could it be? But he knew what she was really avoiding and couldn’t in good conscience enable that road she was going down.

“You don’t? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Do you want me to be thrown into the void?”

He was about to answer that yes, in fact, he’d have a blast if it came to that, when the cafe was suddenly filled with noise as a group of children swarmed in. They all wore the Edmund Ahlberg Elementary’s uniform and backpacks with multiple shapes, laughing, screaming, speaking over each other.

Kaisa had the exact reaction Edmund would have expected: cringing and clearly fighting (losing) the internal battle to resist the librarian urge to tell those kids to quiet down.

Edmund too groaned, looking behind himself as he had been facing opposite the cafe’s door to see what the fuss was all about. In a matter of moments they were both shooting the mass of kids their best Disapproving Adult Glares, which worked as well as one would expect (it didn’t work at all).

But they tried, they tried because they remembered having some respect (or fear) for adults when they were that age, so maybe the clout would come at some point and the kids would realise that they could still act like children, but keep it down just a notch.

They didn’t, but that attempt kept them looking and paying attention to the kids. It was clearly some sort of impromptu birthday party, since all of them were gathered around one child in specific, a boy with perfect golden hair, and trying to bargain a whole cake out of an unamused cashier.

“Popular kid.” Kaisa huffed with her arms crossed. “Can you even imagine talking to that many people in school?”

But Edmund was far more invested in the children’s conversation then Kaisa now, because one of the kids nearest to him - not close enough to the birthday boy to be their friends, nor disinterested looking enough to be loser kids, so likely bootlickers - began very loudly whispering for all in the vicinity to hear.

“Why did Meiri come along?” He asked the girl beside him. “Brannon doesn’t even like her.”

Whether that was his end goal or not, most kids in his periphery began giggling, mean comments of the sort spreading themselves throughout the mass of kids. Edmund frowned, scanning the group for a familiar pair of dark eyes.

And found them in the back, still near the entrance, clearly listening to everything that was being said and looking around at her peers like a caged animal that had nowhere to run to. And then she met his gaze.

Edmund only thought about what he was going to do for a split second. It wasn’t his problem, shouldn’t be of his interest, but the popular looking birthday boy began snickering along to the mean spirited comments and enough was enough.

“Meiri, there you are!” He said, cheerful like he usually only was when pretending and only loud enough to make it seem like it only interested him to be heard by the girl herself. He thought his acting was good enough. “We were waiting for you, come sit!”

All eyes turned to her, and even though she looked like she was clearly aware she hadn’t been left a choice, she hurried past her classmates to go to their table in the back, pretending to the best of her abilities that that was her plan all along.

“Child. At our table.” Kaisa said, very unhelpfully and even less coherently when Meiri was close enough to be standing practically by Edmund’s side. “Why is there a child at our table?”

“Because she walked here with her little child legs.” He answered, determined to be even more unhelpful.

Ignoring the argument, or the lack of one in front of her, Meiri glared at Edmund. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She sounded half like she was complaining, but oddly enough the other half seemed like she was acknowledging she’d been offered an easy way out of an awful situation. And Ed did keep in mind that she’d just been through a stressful couple of moments. It would be just normal for her to be a bit snappy.

“Of course not. But Kaisa and I were going to let a bunch of food go to waste as per usual, so you might as well sit down and help us out with that.”

Her eyes went first to the brunch spread, not really impressed at the amount of food but surprised that only two people seemed to have decided to share it. And then, her gaze went to Kaisa. The change was noticeable; her eyebrows rose and her lips parted slightly, clearly having decided in her young mind that the witch was the epitome of cool. Or, considering she was a regular library patron, she’d probably made that decision a long time ago and now was just amazed to be so close to her idol.

Edmund was not jealous.

“Meiri, this is Kaisa. She’s the friend I told you about. Kaisa, Meiri. She’s a nice little girl, that’s all you need to know.”

He wasn’t sure either of them had heard him. Slowly, without taking her eyes away from the librarian, Meiri pulled back the chair on Edmund’s side and sat down. Kaisa was also staring back at the child, and it was hilarious to see that he couldn’t tell who was more intimidated by who.

“I visit him sometimes.” Meiri added, as if finding the information he had provided to be unsatisfactory, and despite the fact that she had only visited him three times before.

Three times. That was actually a lot. How had that happened?

“You know, Ed.” Kaisa whispered, still looking at the now sitting child like she was seeing a ghost. Scratch that, she probably knew how to act more natural around ghosts. “When I told you to get yourself a child, I did mean legally.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the cup that had been in front of Meiri’s seat to pour some of the berries tea that had come with their combo for her.

“I didn’t get myself a child.” He said, interrupting his explanation to put the steaming cup back in front of her with a ‘here, kid, this one is red berries flavoured. See if you like it and serve yourself to whatever, we’ve got plenty’. “She’s just a random girl who likes to play near my house. Nothing to it.”

Kaisa was staring at him like he’d gone insane.

“What the fuck?”

He immediately gasped, glaring at his friend just before turning to the girl who had been blowing on her tea, making her raise her brows.

“Don’t repeat that word until you are a teenager!”

“Ed, are you shitting me?”

“Or that!”

“Your name is Edward?”

Intentionally or not, she sure avoided the conversation escalating into an argument between the two adults. He opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, amazed that they’d gotten that far without her knowing his name. He cleared his throat.

“Edmund, actually.”

“Wow, your kid doesn’t even know your name?”

“You mean like the name of my school?” She tilted her head to the side. “I’m so sorry.”

She didn’t even need to elaborate. Her face clearly conveyed her impression regarding the figure of Edmund Ahlberg. Edmund was about to say he didn’t mind it, when Meiri sighed and spoke up again.

“It’d be so much more fair if people got to pick their own names.”

And then, of course, Kaisa could not resist the sweet allure of being a little shit.

“But that’s the worst part.” She giggled, and when Edmund’s glare only conveyed an ‘I’ll kill you’ anger rather than a ‘please don’t tell her’ fear, she continued. “He picked. He did that to himself, can you believe it?”

He threw his hands up in the air, having been over this countless times with Kaisa.

“It’s supposed to be ironic and funny!”

“It is funny! It’s a hilarious joke, but it’s at your expense!”

“Oh, fuck you.” His eyes became the size of their saucers as soon as he said that, immediately whipping his head to the side (and tilting it downwards) to reinforce what he’d just said about that word. To his surprise, what he saw wasn’t something he’d ever witnessed before.

Meiri was holding back laughter.

And because of that, he let Kaisa off the hook.

“Whatever. Meiri, what do you like?”

She blinked her big dark eyes at him. “Hm?”

“What do you like to eat for brunch? We have basically anything you can imagine.”

“Well…” It was clear the question confused her, but she scrambled to find an answer, not wanting to disappoint them and not really understanding why she was being offered any of it. “I’ve never had brunch before, so I don’t know. I like dates?”

“Okay, store your imagination away for a bit. We don’t have that, kid.”

“But you said-”

“I know, I know, it was a big overstatement. Now, do you like pancakes?”

The plate with pancakes was usually left untouched or missing one pancake that Kaisa may or may not pick depending on her mood. Considering it was a very child friendly food, Edmund picked it up from near his friend, who was watching the scene in front of her with great amusement, and put it in front of the little girl. She informed them she’d never eaten pancakes (to which they’d both sent her looks of horror), since the orphanage’s head cook, who essentially chose their meals, was an immigrant from a country where they didn’t really eat them. She said their breakfast was usually fruit with a cheese and ham sandwich, so Edmund grabbed her some slices of banana and strawberry that he was reasonably sure Kaisa wasn’t going to eat - and if she was planning to, she didn’t complain - and put them on top of the pancakes, hoping the added fruit would make the flavours more familiar to her.

And also make it so he wasn’t feeding this child who he was in no way in charge of a complete sugar bomb. Come to think of it, St. Anne’s cook had a good point. Who the hell had decided fried cake was an acceptable breakfast food?

They talked some more, and Kaisa eventually stopped looking at the girl like she was an alien, even if the girl didn’t stop looking at her like she was a famous rockstar quite just yet. The group of kids had decided the place was too expensive if they wanted to buy an entire cake with their own allowances, and left soon after having arrived; after that happened, and Edmund asked what in the world they had all been doing at school on a Saturday, Meiri disclosed that they were all part of a special science program for people who either enjoyed it or had an affinity.

Which sounded cool as hell, but Meiri didn’t speak of it with much fondness.

“Your tea’s better.” She told him after the waiter had left with the money they’d given him to get their change.

“Of course it is.” He scoffed, feeling playful before noticing with no small amount of surprise that that girl had actually complimented him. Or, well, something he did, but it was all the same in the end.

Together, him and Kaisa left a very good tip to their waiter, and the three of them got up at the same time. Edmund and Meiri led the way, with Kaisa choosing to follow them closely so she could entertain herself with the pair.

“It was good to see you eating, for once. Must spend a lot of energy with how much you climb around.”

“It was good to see you eating food for once.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” They were already outside at that point, so Ed was able to raise his voice just slightly.

“Sandwiches aren’t dinner.” Meiri stated, holding to her chest a textbook she’d taken out of her bag at some point to show them. “It’s what you ate when I met you, and I saw your toaster plugged on last time I visited you. That’s not a meal.”

“It’s a perfectly reasonable meal!”

“It is not.”

“Don’t ya know that grains are the base of the food pyramid?”

“Whole grains. The bread you use is whiter than you are.”

He gaped at her in stunned and indignant silence for a moment. “And I suppose you know everything about that, do you?”

“Not really. But I must know more than you since I don’t eat sandwiches every night.”

“You don’t know that I eat them every night!”

She shot him a very level knowing look.

“Well, fine. What would you have me eat, then, if you’re so wise in the ways of nutrition?”

Meiri went back to facing forward, shrugging. “Tia Teresa usually cooks us rice and beans with some type of meat. And salad.”

Oh. Actual actual food.

“Well, I’ll be a son of a woff. How mad will this woman be at me for having fed you pancakes?”

“Not much, probably. She thinks you’re kind to me.”

“Wait, she knows about me?” He stopped walking in order to ask her about it properly, but this only made Meiri duck her head and walk faster, so he actually ended up having to pick up his pace. She was surprisingly quick for someone with such short legs. “You told her about me?”

“Shut up!”

“No, I won’t! Aw, kid, you do care!”

He kept on lightly teasing her for it as she vehemently denied ever having mentioned his name, in the aggressive ways of an awful liar who thinks they can convince other people simply by reinforcing what’s being said. Kaisa watched this from behind, letting them get more and more distant since she was actually headed to the opposite side. They were still arguing (or maybe they were just talking, she wasn’t at all sure) when she lost sighmeirit of the pair, and she chuckled as she turned on her heels to go back home. She might not have gotten what she’d wanted to out of Edmund, but she sure had found something much more interesting that day.

[neonstatic]

there is definitely smth going on w me emotionally but i can't put my finger on it bc whenever i almost get it i kind of just forget. esp when ppl ask me how i'm doing. my mind goes blank like nothing's going on and like i'm having my first day on earth.

so what i'm gonna do now is make a bullet point list of everything that's bothering me:

change in season is fkg with me (cold, less sun, etc etc)

lent 2k to my uncle so he can get medical help overseas

been working sundays alone for months and every single time it's a nightmare to manage

changed my availability so they can use me 1 out 3 days off as an emergency but they schedule me in practically every time, so it's basically 2 days off

working 5 days a week as a part-timer feels like a scam

right as we were getting along, one coworker is starting to press my buttons

none of the other guys in my department wanna work more than 2 days a week, so the rest falls on me

my shifts are often very short. it sucks to do a total of 2 hrs in transit for a 4-hr shift without lunch

couldn't find the energy for washday, next week hopefully

took a shower tho, my first in a week

had to run after supervisors to get my schedule every. week. for over 6 months now. even when i wait til the last minute (sunday, when i usually work again on wed) sometimes the schedule is "hard to find" or "incomprehensible" to them bc the manager in charge has her own language or smth

this week i was told to just "repeat the same schedule as last week." couldn't even get a physical copy.

(last week's schedule was made like shit: they didn't put me in for wed evening when usually no one else but me is available. therefore i did not come in.)

had to mute my phone so that i miss work's call bc ofc they would call.

had 3 whole days off and spent 2 at home sitting on my ass. it's not that i even wanted to, it felt more like i couldn't do more than that.

libido off the charts but no space or privacy to take care of it

therefore feeling v touch-starved and clingy. which is gross

didn't brush my teeth last night after a near-perfect 5-month streak. worried this might be the end of a good hygiene era bc it feels harder and harder to keep up the routine

only thing going on for me rn is:

atla fixation pt 2. lovelovelove zuko in every shape and form and pairing. i was looking at fanart of him last night and felt v emotional. not normal

renaissance of my writing phase, or: help, i can't stop thinking abt one of my 2016 roleplay forums with my beloved oc and the small cast of characters tied to him and now i've started rewriting them all by myself like a bedtime story!

oh and i have friends who love me. and i love them too

[fluffbeast7]

The last time i wrote about it i did it as a joke, so I'm going to explain why my "jester family" story is ACTUALLY about (story with sun and moon and my oc's) warning, long text

This story includes Ana Lucina, a 16 yo teenager who is technically the main character of this whole thing. They started working at the pizzaplex and often help sundrop and moondrop as an assistant

In the first few months, Ana is only getting to know Sun and moon as well as the rest of the animatronics and employees, sun and moon were skeptical at her at first because teenager coworkers haven't cared to do their job at the daycare in the past, but Ana seemed to genuinely want to get better at her job, even calling sun and moon "Boss" as if they were in command (they aren't lol)

Ana is just a confused kid at first, she has some conflict at home and starts to find more comfort in staying at the daycare than at her own house, Her parents aren't as loving compared to her "bosses", and she starts seeing them like father figures

The story also has a side thing where she explores her own gender identity, asking sun and moon to use different pronouns on her some days, later finding out she was genderfluid (more of a minor thing but it does happen)

After a while Sun, Moon and Ana actually grew to have a very strong and trusting bond, but that's not how the main story ends :)

Ana finds it weird that Sun and moon do not let her inside their room, not even once she got to see how it looked like. She speaks about it with other the animatronics and they say that not many employees enter their room because they're scared of sun and moon, but that was just it

She is curious enough to try her luck and go to their room when Sun and Moon went to parts and services for a check. Outside from your classic "omg their room is a mess and there's a frikin destroyer worker bot-" thing, she finds some hidden newspapers in their room, all written in the similar lines of "animatronic goes missing after incident" or "new pizzaplex animatronics attacks teenagers" with photos of the teenagers and a cartoon style drawing of an animatronic she had never seen before.

No time for processing information when sun and moon come in earlier than usual and she has to hurry up and come down before they suspect anything. Sun can tell something is off, but he doesn't question Ana.

Ana finds courage to try to find clues on whatever that newspaper was on about and walks around the pizzaplex, music man finds her and tries to make her follow him, she does, leading into a locked "staff" room

Music man goes to the vents, inviting her to come with. She does, following him around the vents, she enters a different room, it looked like an abandoned house, full of dust, spider webs and who knows what

Ana is obviously confused, what was this place? why was the door locked? why did music man led her to- oh! And he is once again crawling into a different vent, waiting for her. She once again goes inside the vent

At this point, Moon already realized Ana had gone through their stuff, she didn't put it back where he had hid it. Something clicks inside him and, instead of anger, he panics and runs outside trying to find her

While ana went deeper and deeper within this vent, she finds what it looks like the most fucked up animatronic she had ever seen, but it was the same animatronic from the cartoon on the newspaper! Poor thing looked like it was ripped apart, their shoulders and left arms being completely gone, their chest plate destroyed, not helping the fact they were full of dust

She slowly reached her arm to the animatronic's face, not even abled to comprehend why something like that was doing inside the vents, none of this made sense. Ana's luck wasn't with her today as the animatronic's eyes lightened up and chomped on that delicious human arm

Ana groaned in pain as he tried getting away from the animatronic, it (who looked like a creepy anthropomorphic animal clown) followed her, they were glitching, twitching and chuckling as they did so, with a wide strange smile

Ana got out the vents with an injured arm and fell down on the ground, the creepy clown animatronic followed her, grabbing a crowbar from the floor, reaching up to the sky to her direction, and as they tried to swing it at the human, a hand grabed the crowbar from behind the small clown animatronic

It was moon, he had ran from the daycare to this room. he yanked it out of the clown's hands, the animatronic looked devastated, it ran fast out of the room and escaped.

I dont think I'll tell much of what happens next because I'm not satisfied yet with how the story goes, but that's what i have for the "jester family" thing, oh, and the clown animatronic is my oc "Frizzie the Clown", a ringtail red clown who was supposed to work at a haunted house/escape room kind of thing!

If you read all this, thank you for listen to me ramble about my oc's