#oh god i need an oc tag

[chouettecrivaine]

dead woman walking

Fandom: @shepherds-of-haven ! A little drabble of my MC who I have grown unexpectedly attached to and now she dances around in my head all of the time

Characters: Trouble/OC

Notes: 1.6k, angst, depressing introspection, the world's most OVERDRAMATIC girl has the most OVERDRAMATIC kiss

Summary: Lark has decided that the best course of action is to go on the mission alone, even if fatality is certain. She plans to leave in the middle of the night when nobody can stop her, but first there are some feelings she needs to put to rest.

Even if the trip from her room to Trouble's was familiar, Lark couldn't help but slow her steps as reticence pulled against her on every step. The magelights lining the hallway, for once, didn't seem as warm and homey as before - instead, Lark could only focus on that one spot of darkness between each fixture. It didn't matter how far the warm light stretched; the shadows always made their way to her.

She stopped just outside the door to Trouble's room, standing perfectly still and taking a deep breath. In the stillness, time didn't exist to her. Lark could pretend that she wasn't heading off to her final battle, a one-woman army marching straight into extinction. Maybe this was the battle she was created for - or maybe she was damning everyone by throwing herself away when she knew her reality couldn't be remade. Either way, the thought hollowed out her body and filled it with ice, the way she had been before. Somehow, Lark always knew she was going to die alone. At least this way, she could save anybody that she had tricked into caring for her from riding straight into the maws of death for her sake.

Lark had made peace with it, as much as she could. Her time in the Shepherds had reminded her all too well how to want to live, but blind hope wasn't something she had been able to afford for a while. This was her last stand, and she could accept that. It was bound to happen eventually in this line of work. There was just one thing she needed to do - one box left to check - before she could leave her loose ends in the hands of others.

Finally composed, Lark turned and knocked on the solid door, each in rapid succession of the last. Her heart thundered in her chest, pounding against her ribcage and rising into her throat with every beat. Her mouth went dry, though she couldn't figure out exactly why. She heard a soft shuffling on the other side of the door and forced herself to swallow, determined to keep up with her own façade. 

Trouble opened the door, more alert than Lark had expected, and gave her a friendly once-over. Despite not being bleary-eyed and half asleep, he still blinked a few times as if to make sure it was Lark in front of him. Easily, he smiled at her, unsuccessful in keeping his gaze covert as it lingered on her untied hair. During the day, Lark kept it in two braids circled around her head and pinned closely to her skull. She only ever kept her hair down when she was sleeping, and the few times Trouble had seen it, he'd been silently fascinated. Without fail, the attention would send a wave of excitement through her body, but now her apprehension was too strong for even that to shine through. Still, she smiled back at him.

"What're you doing here, Birdie?" Trouble asked, leaning casually against the doorframe. He only stood there for a moment before hurrying to make room for Lark. "Oh, I mean, you're welcome to come in. If you want."

Lark shook her head. "No, that's alright. I just needed to tell you something important."

Though he kept the mood light, Lark noticed how Trouble's face immediately softened. She noticed that when he was happy to see her - so, normally - his eyes seemed to sparkle as if the golden rings around his pupils were pure ore. Now, everything was warm seawater and honey. "Of course. You can tell me anything."

Lark's heart stopped beating, only to grow so quickly she thought it might burst out of her chest. God, she wanted to stay. An overwhelming affection flooded her senses, choking her up and forcing her feelings to well behind her eyes. Lark gripped at her nightshirt, trying to blink away the tears before they became too obvious. She thought heartbreak was supposed to be a shattering of glass as someone tossed her heart aside; maybe it could be your own heart tearing at the seams and spilling out all the love you were foolish enough to hide, too.

"Well, I have to tell you the second half later." At the end of her sentence, her voice trembled, and she covered it up with a shaky laugh. Trouble didn't seem to notice.

"Alright, then what's the first half?"

A beat of silence passed.

Then another.

Lark wasn't normally the type to be at a loss for words. She never felt comfortable unless she had a plan at hand to lie her way out of - or into - a situation. But Trouble made her honest, and the truth didn't seem survivable in that moment. Not if it was to be spoken aloud in a voice that would hurt Trouble the most.

So she stepped forward instead, brought her hands to his face, and pulled him down to her height so she could kiss him.

For a brief, terrifying second, Trouble went entirely rigid. Lark couldn't tell if he was staring at her, bewildered, or if his brow was furrowed as he tried to figure out how he got in that position. It didn't matter, because both were endearing, and neither would have stayed for long. His surprise melted away and his arms wrapped around her back, holding her close against his body. Lark almost sagged in relief.

Beneath her gentle hands, she felt his face gradually warm, certainly a few shades darker than before. In fact, she could feel his warmth all over, radiating from him and almost burning where their skin touched. In this moment, she could have anything she wanted, and she could delude herself into thinking it would last. In this moment, Lark was safe. Loved.

She wasn't ready for Trouble to pull away, yet he did. It was only an inch, and the many questions he undoubtedly had died on his tongue, but she could feel it. The ground was fracturing beneath her, and reality was swallowing her whole. Lark could only think of two things, and their certainty dug into her like claws: she loved him, and she was going to die.

So, even if it was selfish, she pressed her lips against his again, desperate and rough and scared. This kind of emotion, passionate and raw, was more up Trouble's alley. He kept her ferocity, yet held her with the care he'd give glass, like she was to be wrapped up and kept safe forever. Maybe he should've. Or maybe he should have kissed her breathless. It would have been a far kinder fate - but her fate was never meant to be kind.

Lark hoped that he could tell in the way she held his face, in the ease with which she leaned into him. If she was worth protecting, he was worth cherishing, and even if she never said it she hoped he knew. Trouble was always dense, but he had his moments. Now that she realized simply wanting him wasn't enough, had never been enough, there was nothing she could do but hope he was getting it now, and ignore her desire to stay ripping through her soul.

When they parted for a second time, neither of them said anything as they tried to catch their breath. Lark kept her lips parted, knowing that if she closed them it would be too obvious that she was trembling. Trouble didn't realize it,but even through his crimson fluster he was positively giddy. It was almost enough to convince Lark to stay.

But that was dangerous thinking. So she slowly untangled herself from him, her fingertips trailing down his shoulders and to his arms until there was nowhere left untouched. As he sorted his thoughts, Trouble's arms fell slack to his sides, a metal filament falling when the magnet attracting it moved away. Lark bit her tongue.

"So, uh…what does…this mean?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck if only for something to do. Bashfulness wasn’t something Trouble was well acquainted with, yet he couldn’t look Lark in the eyes all the same. 

“That’s the second half,” She answered quietly. “I’ll have to tell you later.”

Trouble narrowed his eyes in the way he did when he knew Lark was keeping something from him. Void of any heat or anger, it was more of a way to make her feel guilty than get her to actually admit anything. But he let it go. This was something they had been dancing around for a long time; a little while longer wouldn’t hurt.

Clearing her throat, Lark reluctantly backed away from Trouble and towards the door, keeping her eyes on him. It was difficult to swallow and even harder to breathe, yet she twisted the handle anyway. The hallway air rushed in, cold enough to send goosebumps down her arm. The moment she left this room, it’d be the beginning of the end.

Just before she turned around completely, Trouble interrupted her. Looking at him over her shoulder, Lark could tell that he was worried about her. “You can stay, if you want. You’ve done it before.”

An arrow of regret shot through her chest. “No thanks. I need some time to calm down.”

Trouble chuckled at that, muttering something small and proud about the effect he seemed to have on her. Then, lifting his head, he nodded once and let Lark take two steps backwards, his gaze undeniably fond. “I’ll collect you tomorrow, then. We can go to breakfast together.”

Lark nodded once, firmly, and put on her best, brightest smile. “I’d like that.”

It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. She would like that.

If only she’d be alive to do it.

[sixoclockuty]

my integrity design

doodles

[kiwipineappleparasol]

Various Sonic Scribbles done on "Aggie" (it got Thrown in the Fiery pits and Turned into Magma but I Never Forget...)

[ghostinghome]

i finally got mystery dungeon dx after watching rtgames play explorers of sky, so here are my little guys !!! sriracha the cyndaquil and his partner sorrel the treecko ! together they r team yummy (i couldnt think of a name)

[neptunesailing]

hades art dump part 2

[nexartbox]

PHEARFUL DOODLE DUMP !!

ft. some ocs by @spiderwebd & @local-angst-satan-diinosour11 !!

i phear that this au pheasts on my mind 24/7 this au so far has been a BLAST and im glad i get to be a part of it!!! the majority of these doodles are jokes or scenes from the rp :]

if you need any other context you can check out this post !! it doesnt actually give a lot more context but umm ignore that

[mattodore]

found out while putting together matthias's oc page that his name has the exact same etymology and meaning as theo's name...

i’m sure this is information matthias is very normal about…

[51-queer-frogs]

Reality is perception, after all

[friedchickenluver]

ugh, i gotta write smut…

[numberonepartyboy]

my ninjago queer hcs ^_^ (undercut bc the images are. long)

[spotsupstuff]

Sparrows is peak character design because she is the perfect mix between epic and cool but also the scrunkly

ah yes... The Pinnacle

she's just. to me she's just fail and cringe with a good heart n moral compass, for the LIFE of me i can't assign the words "cool" and "epic" to her ough -face in hands-

[moonverc3x]

Yaknow sometimes I feel a little bad for not sharing my Discord doodles with Tumblr until I remember most of those doodles look like. Whatever this is.

[applejuicehq]

happy hallowed ween from my lil guy Tei :]

and Dia :3

[nympippi]

Laying in bed and then all of a sudden my nose starts bleeding, I looked like horror movie ghost or something. It was awesome I should’ve gotten a picture (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

An artist rendition of what my bathroom mirror saw at 11:20 at night. Trigger warming blood btw!

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

I bet my boy 32 is the best at that game

This was in reference to this post. Anon, you have read the hell out of the Bird series????? 😭😭😭

'Tis true, 32 thinks he knows everything and lacks any self-preservation instinct, you are telling no lies.

I was too delighted and too embarrassed to respond to this message at the time. To atone for my delay, please enjoy this list of

Seagulls Ranked from Least to Greatest Threats (When it comes to Provoking Coppernob for Sport)

36 — Beneath his dignity or something to play. He barely even sticks around if everyone else starts feelin' this particular vibe

35 & 132 — Sweethearts. Darlings. Never said a cheeky word in their lives. Half ashamed at how much they enjoy watching everyone else go at it.

37 — Hampered by the fact that he's pretty close to 36, whom he admires greatly. But if he's not with 36? Then he is not above a little Nobby Roulette

121 & 122 — They have natural talent. However, by the time the game really becomes institutionalized, they're a bit too old and mellowed out to really go at it. See also 120 (below)

130 — Makes a good go at it, trying to keep up with the other doyens so as to not let his class down. However the truth is that he's a little too thoughtful and reflective, doesn't have the bloodthirst that some of the other do. It doesn't help that he's a bit of a weak performer and has been burned for it in the past, similar to...

123, 34, and 127 — They've taken a lot of guff from the rest of the railway in their formative years because they are notably less robust than their classmates. Strong runt of the litter energy. This has burned them, meaning they usually don't want to put themselves too forward... but also meaning that sometimes they feel a bit reckless and ready to ruuuummmmble

120 — Terrific instincts, as good as the champs (listed at bottom). In the 1890s would have utterly dominated the early version of this game. In the 1890s DID utterly dominate the early version of the game. Now very conscious of his role as head of the entire clan, though. Besides, the first-series Seagulls are always aware that there was that time that they truly fucked up (in a way none of their younger cousins ever did), and this does prevent them from completely exposing their flank to Nobbyfire because they know he could annihilate them at will

124 — Surprisingly good at the game even though he doesn't understand that he's playing it. Bit oblivious, that fellow.

131 — He would like to think that he puts himself right in the thick of things during the Great Game. But the truth is that he's always kinda annoying other engines (he doesn't know this about himself), he's not really quite smart enough to tailor his words to get to Nobby in particular.

133 — Very similar to his brother 131, except that as a baseline Nobby has been completely exasperated with him since 1916. So it's much easier for him to get a proper rise out of Nobby, no matter how clumsy his gambits.

125 & 128 — Strong all-around players. Not brilliant—they lack the champions' true stamina and nerve to fully commit to the bit. But they are great at seeing their openings and darting in!

32, 126, & 129 — Experts. Past masters. Kings. No one risks life and limb drawing Nobby's ire like they do. Willing to get into the mud and then just dig themselves deeper and deeper. Good for hours of entertainment. Our heroes.

[simcardiac-arrested]

Needed a warm up, remembered how I saw this little guy for the first time and literally screamed

She is so ever to me, I think she should cause so many problems on purpose

i just opened tumblr and saw this and i am being so serious when i say this made my organs turn to mush and make me pace around the house for a good 3 minutes just to start having coherent thoughts