#those from that time in my life alive through my love for my silly ocs even if i don't actually make content w them/make a new kg to put

[angeltism]

hmm . bored . . .

[bijouxcarys]

⛧𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆⛧

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First off, my name is Carys, I'm 22 and I'm from the United Kingdom. I've been writing fanfiction for 10 years. I started off on MJFiction.com writing Michael Jackson fanfic, and I found I absolutely loved it!

I'm autistic and am absolutely riddled with undiagnosed ADHD, but I don't bang on about it, so don't worry. I rarely ever talk about it. That being said, without having autistic special interests, I wouldn't be here writing for you all!

My special interests include the 60s, 70s, and 80s, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Aerosmith, Michael Jackson, Ariana Grande, Demi Lovato, films, WWE, and... MUSIC.

I write fanfiction about Robert Plant and Brian May, which is what my blog is mainly centred around.

Don't be afraid to shoot me a message; I may be Northern English but I am very nice. Promise.

((Side note, if you are one of those Jimbert stans who fully believe that they were in a relationship/have very real feelings towards each other... Navigate my blog with caution, because that ain't it for me. I support everyone's freedom to fantasise and write fanfic, draw fanart, etc of anything, but when it goes beyond fantasy and starts becoming something real, that's when I draw the line. Y'all know who you are.))

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Smut

Fluff

x Reader

Personalised (you choose the name insert)

x OC

FxM pairings (smut and fluff)

FxF pairings (smut and fluff)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Creepy shit. Like... obviously dodgy areas. Pedophilia, necrophilia, non-con, etc...

Food kinks and pregnancy kinks (no kink shaming here, I just personally feel uncomfortable with it)

MxM pairings (smut and romantic fluff)

Pairings of real life people such as band mate x band mate

I will pretty much write anything apart from the above, don't be shy to be specific with your requests. The more detailed, the better!

To Love So Completely (Robert Plant x fem!OC mini series)

Got My Timing Right (Book 3 of my Brian May series)

Allure pt. 2 (Sequel to my Brian May one shot Allure)

Herbal Clouds (1969 Brian May one shot)

Robert Plant anon request

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘

Peace Lovin' Guy Series

Book 1: Peace Lovin' Guy (completed, in the process of uploading on Tumblr)

Book 2: Get Your Heart Beating (completed, in the process of uploading on Tumblr)

Book 3: Got My Timing Right (ongoing)

Book 4: Can't Understand It (TBA)

Book 5: A Sweetheart Hand (TBA)

Book 6: Through the Madness (TBA)

One Shots

Allure **

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓

Honey Bee ** | Part 1 Part 2

Little Wayward Girl **

Daddy's Attention **

Aphrodite **

To Love So Completely (Masterlist)

Cherry Lips **

The High Life **

Fine Wine **

Spotlight **

Honey Bee | fic board

To Love So Completely | fic board

Peace Lovin’ Guy (PLG Book 1) | fic board

Allure | fic board

Get Your Heart Beating (PLG Book 2) | fic board

Got My Timing Right (PLG Book 3) | fic board

Little Wayward Girl | fic board

Daddy’s Attention | fic board

Aphrodite | fic board

Cherry Lips | fic board

The High Life | fic board

Fine Wine | fic board

Spotlight | fic board

To Love So Completely | fic playlist

Allure | fic playlist

Honey Bee | fic playlist

Peace Lovin’ Guy | fic playlist

Get Your Heart Beating | fic playlist

Suffer and Brew

I Did It Again

Turn Out The Lights

Still Alive

Royalty

Blood To My Vein

I Deserve It

Someday

You'll Never Be Loved

Antidote

If I Die

Bother

@celestial-dragoness writes some fantastic Robert Plant fanfiction, and is one of the sweetest people ever. She's also a talented crocheter :p

@firethatgrewsolow has some of the best Robert fics on the internet, and is just as unhinged as the rest of the Zep fandom, and fucking lovely.

@callmethehunter has great Zeppelin content, like analyses, reblogs, thoughts, um... studies of sorts... and is just an all around genuine person.

@brownskinsugarplum76 again has very realistic and steamy Rob fics.

@nature-and-music is an amazingly talented writer, and I suggest indulging to your heart's content.

[sotwk]

📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

Better late than never with this one! <3 I remain woefully behind on my reading, and I am SO sorry for that, writing fanfic and reading fanfic are often very hard for me to do simultaneously (focus issues), but I always love recommending the few things I've read and loved.

SotWK 3 Fic Recommendations: Multi-Chapter, Canon x OC Picks

Dwalin Has a Bad Day (Dwalin x OC) by @lathalea - I know there are Dwalin lovers out there--this fluffy rom-com is a MUST read for you! Apart from the (always) amazing writing, colorful worldbuilding, loveable OCs, and innovative headcanon concepts ("dwelf"!) abound. When it comes to Dwarves, Latha is one of my go-to experts.

A Shooting Star (Thorin x OC) by @linasofia - This is one of the few fics I had the privilege of following all the way through as it was being written, and that says a lot since that means it utterly captivated my pitiful attention span. Lina writes Thorin sooooo well, in the gorgeous manner Richard Armitage portrayed him, and that is what I love in my Thorin fics. Very lovely OC that you would absolutely cheer for, and you are treated to life in Erebor after its reclamation! (Dude, Thorin is alive, where have you been??)

Burn Like Cold Iron (Boromir x OC) by @scyllas-revenge - I almost feel silly putting this on a rec list because this fic is legend in the Boromir fandom. (Like, hi, hello, have you heard of this movie called "Star Wars"? It's kind of walking up to someone and asking them that.) I love fics that draw me in despite not falling into my usual preferences (Modern Girl OC in this case), and this defines that. Scylla also nails a fluffy, genuinely funny brand of humor that I have yet to see matched by any other writer, so if you like that sort of thing, browse her entire masterlist while you're at it. This fic has its own fandom, so if you don't want to take my word for it, take the word of all those other admirers!

Go forth and feast, my friends! And remember--please tip (reblog/comment/kudos) your writers! <3

[thenightmistress]

“Love is Irrelevant to people like Us.” ~ Part 1

Paring: Dream of the endless/Morpheus x Vampire/hybrid OC Fem!Reader, Hob Gadling x reader

18+ You have been warned! Proceed with caution!

A/N: I have unfortunately have not read the comics so it will be based off the show and mythology that surrounds the characters.

Warnings: Blood, violence, make-out scene, dead person, alcohol, consumption of blood, mentions of other TV show characters like in Good Omens, TVD, and Tom Ellis’s Lucifer along with the Sandmans Lucifer, Morpheus cause he is his own warning, eventual smut, slow burn, Hob being the best wingman, Matthew cause why not, Not really enemies to lovers but not friends to lovers, idk.

Summary: Life is a strange thing, so fragile, yet gives us the courage to keep going. It’s what makes us human, after all. Ultimately, we all end up in the same place in the loving embrace of death, helping us move on to the next life, but what happens to those who come back? What happens to the undead? The ones who escaped the clutches of death yet are quite alive? Life is a strange thing; so much to learn, so much to love, and so many dreams to explore, but there is always a price to life, even immortal ones. Mother Nature will always claim what is rightfully hers, and no one, not even the Endless, can say no.

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It was a harsh winter nothing grew; the people were starving, but the brothels were filled to brim with people of all classes. Noble mixing with commoners, lords playing with whores, and men musing about fantasies and dreams far beyond their mortal minds can comprehend. As you sat at the table, men would stare at you not only because you looked to be of Nobel birth but because you were a woman in a brothel in men's clothing. Such a scandal would ruin any woman of any station good thing no one knew your name, only your good friend which you met centuries ago, Hob.

The year was 1589; you had come from France back home to England. The night was unbelievably cold; a regular mortal would catch their death out here, but for you, it was like a windy day in autumn. Spending days on end on a ship with nothing but men and their whores, a breeding ground for disease, it was a long and tiresome trip but being back where it all began brings comfort.

You were walking the cold streets of England when you stumbled upon a brothel, one you had seen many times but could never enter, so you hid in the darkened ally for any poor sod to walk past, and the night would claim its next victim. You could hear the overlapping voice of the men inside, drinking and telling tales from lands far away, but your mind was yelling at you. To hurry, to feed, drink, till your heart desire, so like an animal on the hunt, you would take the next man to exit the brothel.

A few minutes passed when you heard the door open and close. You listed three heartbeats; they spoke of nonsense, the perfect pry. Two of the men walked in the direction of the illuminated street whilst the other headed in your direction.

The hunt has begun. The man was walking in your direction when you stumbled out of your hiding place, pretending to be drunk and bumping into him. “Ooo I–I ssorry how silly of me,” you said, looking so out of it. The man took one look at you and helped you off of him. “It’s quite alright, dear; what is a pretty thing like you doing here all on her lonesome,” he said while caressing your face. You tried to hide the discussed look on your face when he did that. If your veins didn’t feel like sandpaper against you: you would have ripped his arm right off, but beggars can’t be choosers, not in this case.

So you looked up at the man through your lashes with the biggest doe eye you could conquer and said, “Maybe I didn't want to be on my lonesome anymore.” With this, the man looked hungrily at your lips before kissing you. He kissed you passionately; his tongue wanted access to your mouth, so you granted it to him. Unknowingly to him, you were slowly pushing him into the dark ally away from any prying eyes.

As you were kissing him, his hands began to wander. They went up your shirt, and you let the man do this and bit down on his bottom lip as to where it drew blood. Blood filled your mouth, and you pushed back. The man looked at you, so you said, “Oh dear me, I am terribly sorry, I I didn’t mean to.” They responded with, “it’s ok; it’s only blood” “your right. It’s only blood.”

You kissed him once more before landing the killing blow. Your eyes went dark and red where the white is supposed to be, veins popping out from under your eyes, teeth as sharp as daggers ready to eat. You looked into the man's eyes, and before he could scream in horror or do anything, you told him to keep calm, don’t scream, don’t run, just stay still and quiet. With this, you went to the man's neck and sunk your teeth in. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that you hadn’t fed in months, but his blood was magnificent, almost euphoric almost, you continued to feed on the man until his heart stopped beating, and you let go.

His lifeless body dropped to the ground, and you took a moment to catch your breath while staring into the sky. You cleaned up your face and turned around to see a man standing there in shock. Shit is all you could think. How much had he seen? Were you so caught up in feeding that you didn’t hear anyone come down this way? You made direct eye contact with the man. His heart was beating out of his chest. Maybe he didn’t see as much as you think. The man backed away slowly and bolted out of there.

SHIT, SHit shit! For a mortal, he can sure run fast, but you're faster, so when he turned the corner thinking he lost you, there you were right behind him.

The man was trying to catch his breath and make a run for it, but you grabbed onto his wrist with such force he had only felt once before. You dragged him into a nearby ally, and he asked, “What are you?” there was much fear in the man's eyes but no surprise. “What I am is none of your concern; better yet, who are you, and why were you watching me?” The man introduced himself as Hob Gadling. “Well, Hob Gadling, why were you watching me?” “Sorry for staring. It’s just I saw your long coat and, um tall menacing figure, so I thought you were my friend I was waiting for.” The look on your face was strained, and he noticed it too. “But I saw you hunched over the man. At first, I thought it was him, then the body fell, and there was blood on your face, and I saw my mistake.” “You think I’m a fool; you think so little of me to tell me such a lie,” you said, backing him into the wall behind him. He wasn’t wrong; you are menacing; nothing is stopping you from killing him, but who did he think you were? Long coat, tall menacing, could it be Elijah, Klaus, Crowley, or maybe Lucifer?

You looked back at the man in the eyes and asked, “Who do you think I am, and be honest; your life may depend upon it.” “I I told you I thought you were my friend; I do not know his name, but we met in that brothel every 100 years for the past 200 years, and he will be there any second, and if I’m not there, he’ll probably kill us both.”

Huh? It couldn’t be any of the originals last I heard; Klaus has three of his siblings daggered in a coffin and Elijah by his side, his voice of reason; not only that, but they're in Bulgaria looking for the Petrova doppelganger. The man was telling the truth; you compelled it out of him. He saw the confusion in your eyes, and he spoke up. “You don’t know who I speak of, do you?”

“Not a chance, I’ll let you go, but first I’ll make you forget this encounter” “What? No” “NO!?” “Want me to say it in Spanish, no!” Who does he think he is? “What makes you think I’ll let you leave with your life?” “I think you and I will be close friends” “Why?” “I’ll tell you in 100 years.” “Huh, 100 years then,” you said with a smug smile, and you walked Hob to the brothel, and before you left, you yelled, “Maybe next time you can buy me a drink or invite me in!” He yelled back. “Very well then.” You smiled and disappeared into the shadows.

You thought this man was mad, or is he telling the truth? I guess will find out in 100 years.

Hob, on the other hand, got there just on time with a few minutes to spare; he sat at the table with a feast when his dreamy friend walked in.

A/N: It's my first time writing anything; sorry if it's not the best, but I'll try to improve my writing with each story. Guessing by the title of the story, there will be a part two for Morpheus has yet to meet our lovely character, and I'll be using the rules from TVD (The vampire diaries) and The Originals to explain the characters' vampirism. Characters from those shows will be mentioned but will not be in the story.

[joeyvander]

If you are from my yakuza/other fandoms brainrotting account...

Hi

I think you guys might like this mess of a guy, Danny An absolute sleaze bag. (His toyhouse account is fucked up in the layout. Use pc for better results ahrkjehr) . Info down below.

Quick Info:

Danny is a man of little good qualities. He is short tempered, sleazy, doesn't understand human emotions, lacks overall empathy and sympathy, and is a bit of a narcissist. His short temper can cause him to become irrational and reckless, getting himself into worse situations than he was originally.

And yet at the same time, he does have some redeemable qualities. Once he got into a relationship with his current husband Wix (bf's oc), he showed more of his softer side and learned to be a family man to both his husband and his two adopted cryptid sons.

He is capable of feeling some love and does have the ability to learn from his mistakes if the mistakes end up hurting the very few he cares about. Of course it is hard for him to make such deep connections, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. Usually he just ends up finding value in that person in some way.

He is also loyal guy to the end. Mainly to his friends, husband, and kids and will stick up for them if he needs to, depending on the situation. If they are doing something silly or reckless though (yeah he's a hypocrite), he will just tell it how he sees it.

Additional Info:

His love language is not the usual cuddly affectionate "I love you"s. He can and has done that to his husband, sure, but it is not his true signature way that he shows he has an emotional connection to someone. He shows it through financial and physical support, lending money and buying things for those he cares about. He also lends places to stay even without invitation, give food, essentials, and provides protection to those close to him.

What exactly does he do?

Danny works as an organ harvester and makes- illegal medicine on the side. The bodies he gets for his work are not ones he gets himself. He is just a pawn in a larger scheme and gets a cut of the money… and sometimes the people are still alive.

The group that he works with has given him a chance to get through college and granted him basic immunity from other certain shady people (not all of course) and overall law enforcement. But not the news if word gets out. Word getting out of his connections can mean life or death though. For him and anyone that tries to blow cover.

On the outside he appears to work in an old antique shop, but to be honest he is rarely seen behind the counter. The shop belonged to his adoptive father. This building still has all he needs to complete his real job as well as his living space upstairs, so he never felt the need to move. (Also he hates changing things he is so used to. Including escaping the criminal life he has slide into.)

[ruvviks]

>> oc tragic horror trope quiz

was tagged by @strafethesesinners, @shellibisshe, @jillvalcntines, @aceghosts and @swordcoasts to take this test for my ocs, thank you so much!! tagging @reaperkiller, @steelport, @arklay, @aartyom, @cultistbase, @morvaris, @brujah, @aelyosos, @faarkas, @druidgroves, @devilbrakers, @dickytwister, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @florbelles and anyone else who wants to do this :D <3

– THE ONE WHO OPENED THE DOOR.

you turn the door handle. you call out, "who's there?" and the crowd has the audacity to groan, to get frustrated with you. as if the gift of hindsight was something you had. how the hell were you supposed to know you were born into a horror movie? no one bothered to tell you. say, if instead this was an action film, or a fantasy, would they still be telling you how silly of a mistake it was to press further on your quest? they would've commended you for your bravery. you thought you were going to be saving a princess in a tower, not getting stabbed in the back by a killer in the shadows. how is that fair? it isn't, and none of that was ever your fault. it is not wrong to believe things are good. your trust, your optimism, it shouldn't ever be mistaken for ignorance or stupidity. we need more people who open doors. how else are any of us gonna move forward?

director's commentary: i know i haven't talked all that much about aubrey yet but this result is killing me because in the story he's part of he is LITERALLY the one who opens the door :D aha :D it luckily doesn't kill him but there's something insane about how an accident turns into literally his worst nightmare and every time he asks himself "how could this have happened?" the answer is very simple. you opened the door babygirl

– THE GHOST.

it's an odd thing, to feel so far from grounded and yet trapped, tethered, unable to escape. there's more you have to do! so why can't you move? i'm sure you have an answer to that, at the very least in the back of your mind. people love to say that ghosts hold grudges or haunt for revenge but they always get it wrong; you're stuck because something or someone chained you down and left you there. you try and reach out to all those bright people who pass through your life, but it rarely feels like it does much more than knock a cup off the table, blow some papers into the air. i need you to trust me- they see it. they're listening. they'll keep looking for you and, eventually, they'll be able to see you too

director's commentary: cassidy was basically on autopilot for some years and his desperate attempts at connecting with people never worked out for him which is. exactly what this result describes and i'm not normal about it <3 for years he literally was just a ghost moving through life. i'm in hell

– FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER.

this plight is the simplest of them all: you did not ask for this. you were never given a choice. no part of yourself feels human, just a collection of traits you've picked up from mirroring anyone you could, even the people you meet through a television screen. it's alienating to live that way- yet someone has called you the alienating one. maybe too many people to count. maybe they treated you so uncomfortably inhuman that it's all you can understand now, or you've dug yourself into such a deep hole in an attempt to keep safe that you can't remember a person living in the home of your body at all. being alive is confusing and painful and lonely and loud but living is all there is to being human- you're already there. just take air into your lungs and breathe. close your eyes and picture a beautiful sky. you made that. you painted that yourself

director's commentary: yet another result that's already painful on its own but hits different when you keep the whole relic thing with johnny in mind aha xoxo the way the whole incident just alienated vincent from his own body is insane to me especially considering he's also trans. there's a lot going on there. much to think about

[fionamk1001]

Time to pitch in my two cents and say this, especially since I just bought some merch from his store.

Techno was one of the greatest people I ever had the pleasure of watching on YouTube. He had never truly demeaned another for their gaming skills, but instead did it in a way that allowed others to laugh and see the silliness of it all. He never, not once, treated himself like he was above everyone else, and he was always incredibly patient with his fanbase. He always followed in step with our chaotic energy and played it off like a pro, especially in terms of his character.

When chat was revealed to be voices in his head, it was like we were brought into the loop of his character. He was experiencing everything and we were along for the ride, and those times, lurking in his chat and joining in and being a chaotic shit, will always be one of the best times of my life, times I will continue to look back on no matter how much I end up crying my eyes out:

I know people like myself have followed this icon of a man for a long, long time and many are at a ultimatum of what to do now.

I say: if you want to continue making fan-pieces for his character, weather it be art, music, or fanfiction, then go right ahead! There is no shame in continuing to write or draw for him, because he would want his fanbase to keep being happy. Even now with some of my stuff, I’m starting to write it again because it’s what makes me happy. I can finally feel settled knowing that this legacy of his has grown to such a degree that I know his fans will never stop loving him and that he’ll never stop loving us.

So if you have stories for this man, write them. You want do a piece of fanart, draw it. You want to compose of piece of music centered around him (like Syndicate or Voices, or Injustice), put it out there. All because doing all of those things, are what fans do and it makes them feel happy. Never listen to those who tell you to stop doing what you love doing, even if the person it’s centered one is gone, because here’s the reality:

Technoblade is not truly dead.

He will remain alive as long as his legacy lives and that legacy lives through so many people (12 million, in fact). It lives through his friends, his family, his colleagues, and his most of all, his fans. His memory will continue to live, through the fan content we make and the streams and videos that we’re still able to watch to this day. It’s ok to be a fan, especially to him, because you wouldn’t be the only one. You, the one reading this right now, along with so many other people, are helping keep his memory alive, helping keep his legacy alive.

Alright, rant and sentimental speech over. All of what I said rings true and don’t let anyone think that you’re not able to do what makes you happy. Hopefully soon, I get my PasserinexDSMP fic done soon so I can post it. There is going to be an OC of mine making an appearance, but I hope it turns out to be a good read regardless.

Thank you guys and have a stellar day! ❤️❤️❤️

[scribbledquillz]

Lilouuuu I am both loving and biting you for sharing this hOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS READY TO BE A NOSY BITCH ABOUT YOUR GIRL???? I'm going to slam 7, 14, 20, 23, and 24 on the table-- politely, of course, I don't want to alarm or offend with these loud and hasty movements-- for your kind consideration AND! As I did in my last ask, if you there's a question you're dying for someone to ask and it wasn't covered, consider it asked babay!! Have a gorgeous day you cool banana! :D :D :D

Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Plant my love, you are always and forever welcome to be as nosy as your heart desires about my silly little idiots living in my head. I adore that you adore them so much. <333

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

If it's possible to consider, Revka is far, FAR more approachable than she used to be. If she's at an 8 from 1-10 on the standoffish and curt chart now, when I first was writing her she was sitting solidly at a 13. 16 on a bad day, lol. Ceral surviving long enough to see his magic come in and being taken to the Circle rather than killed as he originally was plays a huge part in it all. With him still in her life and her avoiding the worst the the shit I put her through at first she manages to stay softer as a person. Where before she was cold and shut off and quick to violence because she believed there was no sense of true, selfless kindness in the world, only survival and those who would take advantage of a "weak" heart, now she is far easier to befriend - if proud and hesitant to show weakness because she's grown accustomed to being the one to make the hard choices and act as the rock for everyone else around her.

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

Answered here! :3

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Also answered riiiiight over here! :3

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Hands down, it's her grief. When their parents pass Revka shoves all the feelings of loss - sadness, anger, fear, despair etc - down and out of her mind. Not because she wants to (though that does have a hand in it) but mostly because it's the only way she's able to pull herself together quickly enough to keep her and Ceral together. The elders in the alienage were talking about sending Ceral to live with another family, questioning her ability to care for a young boy when she was still basically a child herself at sixteen. If she didn't get her shit together, keep herself going to prove she could take charge and manage both the house and her brother's care, she was going to lose the last living family member she had. She couldn't let that happen, so she shut herself down, emotionally.

Grief was a luxury she couldn't afford, so it got packed away to gather dust until she was hit over the head with it when returning to Denerim during the Blight. During all her time traveling then, she'd been in denial about having to leave her home permanently. Yes, she had to stick with the Wardens, but once the Blight was over if she was still alive, she could go home! Things could be sort of normal again, maybe she'd even manage to bring Ceral back with her. But there's a moment where she slips away from the group and Zevran finds her a few hours later, tracking her back to the home she used to live in with her family. And he sees her in this moment of sheer defeat.

"Thought it would feel right, coming back here. Thought - I don't bloody know. That it'd still feel like home. But it... it doesn't. 'S nothing left here any longer. Only dust and ghosts."

As for express, I'd say love and affection are tied for first. Not because she can't show it - she finds her ways with touch, acts of service, gifts, those sort of things. But asking her to put words to these feelings... it's like asking a Mabari to recite the chant of light. The feeling is there, but the words just aren't. It's too big to make fit into something so limiting.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

If she had been braver, if she hadn't had the ties to the alienage in her family to keep her rooted, Revka would have absolutely taken her ex-girlfriend Arden up on the proposition she made to her when they were fifteen. Arden wanted more than anything to get out of the alienage, out of her drunkard father's reach and to see the rest of Ferelden and Thedas. She wanted to explore places no one knew the names of, and had this big vision of a grand adventure full of riches and beautiful places with Revka at her side.

Most likely if the two had gone through with the idea, they would have been hit hard and fast with tough realities of life on the road as two young, naive elven girls. But Arden is passionate and Revka is stubborn and loyal, and between the two of them I think they'd have eventually fallen into a comfortable way of life as travelers / petty thieves. I could see them eventually making their way up to Rivain and settling in quite nicely, though never in the same place for too terribly long.

BONUS ROUND! (thank you for enabling this ehehehe)

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

TOO MANY. But for the sake of brevity I'll go with what I really feel is the most Revka song I've managed to come across to date.

Towards the Sun - Rihanna

Got lost in a promise of a love I'd never know Shadows chased me far from home I remember when my heart was filled with gold And you know I've been burned, I've been burned, I've been burned You've seen me lose control It's not worth, it's not worth, it's not worth my soul Turn your face towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Don't look back, just carry on And the shadows will never find you

[darckcarnival]

Get To Know The Mun!

> BASICS! ♡

NAME: Spoop, Splat, D, Darck (peeps usually call my my main muses names except Spoop, I am the spoopiest.)

PRONOUNS: Any! I merely exist.

ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius/Capricorn

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single but married to food.

> THREE FACTS! ♡

Have been writing since the 90's when I was a wee child. Did silly little roleplaying on mIRC, on some forums, and deviant art back in the day there after. Then became a fanfic writer for a while, followed by poems which I was quite good at back in the day. Then began making lyrics- figured nah, not for me. And flipped full circle back into roleplaying once more with some drabbles and maybe a one shot fic here and there. Have been writing ever since! So I have a LOT of history under my belt. And many of my muses have the same type of dedication and time behind them. Gotta put as much love into your character and writing, as if they were your own family. Make them feel alive.

Most art I do is either writing, 3D model modification items, or just with a mouse and keyboard art. I have been practicing more with a gifted tablet and pen, which has allowed me to do more detailed and serious mod work, such as mods for RE4 classic! But I am much better at texture, 3D, or coloring and shading. But heres the fun fact: i learned all my 3D and texture work skills through Second Life before anything else. And it's actually, funny enough, helped me bring muses to life as well as follow up on how to mod other games and go hog wild.

Been struck by lightning twice, fell down two different cliffs, hit by a semi truck, shot with a carbon arrow in the chest, stabbed, shot by bullet, and so on- and yet here I stand. Most of these events were completely accidental as well, and I walked away from. Honestly? I'm just a walking glitch in the matrix of the world, considering I also glitch every single god damn game I touch. THIS IS NOT A JOKE, NO MATTER HOW NEW IT IS, I BREAK IT.

> EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: AIM, Yahoo Messenger, DA chat, so many FORUM's back in the day. Skype, Discord, Tumblr.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: Geez, I can roll with just about anything. Plotting? Hell yeah count me in! Plots may not always follow the idea one hundred percent, but it absolutely makes for longer events and threads easily. Winging it? I do that all the damn time and can create so many unexpected events, as well as sudden character development. Twists and turns that just wing a rough idea into something wild. As for Memes and asks? Oh those can still form some really good interactions, character developments or knowledge acquiring moments. Sometimes these are one offs or long drabbles- but they can form into something longer and more serious. However, while I am down for all of the above-- I also have bad ADHD and writing can be hard, so it could take a while.

> MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: I can write just about any gender character, manage things in between or none. However I am more comfortable with female centric style muses. And yet, you put large men in my hands, and watch them go hog fucking wild. And don't even get be started on Robots or Monsters.

MULTI OR SINGLE: I have done both, but usually prefer single muse blogs. And yet I absolutely love my megaman multimuse to death! All my robot children and heathens there, so much work in my own verse there. So many thoughts. But multimuse blogs can still be difficult to keep organized with so much going on in the braincell, and with life being as it is, need to take breaks from it.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): Not sure what this means for least favorite here, does it mean people, or genre? I really don't mind one way or another. Especially when it comes to OC's, it's hard to find anyone who fits just right for people. And honestly I do not mind one way or another for people. If it fits someones muse, that's fine by me.

> FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: THE GOOD SHIT HELL YEAH. I'm down for fluff so long as it isn't like... Hollow and forced. Fluff can be used as a great comfort option,. be it platonic, familial, friendly, or even romantic. Fluff can be used in so very many ways, and it's always an option withy me. But this can also turn into angst easily with my cursed hands, you have been warned. As well as comedic timing, since Darck needs to make a laugh to make herself comfortable. Darck has... problems.

ANGST: My bread and butter this one, much to the dismay of many of my friends who write with me. The muse on this blog is made of angst and pain and terrible events that have formed her into who she is. Angst can become violence, woe, heavy conversation, as well as venting- it's such a key part of development. There is a saying I quite enjoy: Muses are like geodes. Shiny, pretty, and in order to see what they are really made of, you must break them. I do admit however that I have a limit of how far I can go to a degree, with real life being a thing, but honestly? It takes a whole fucking lot to get there. And also maybe write angst too much and tragedy. Give this muse some better days.

SMUT: As much as I have enjoyed smut in the past, I haven't written such in a very long time, and am very careful of whom I write such with. Turns out I really good at smut according to others. And hey fun fact: People used to straight up pay me to write them smut of their characters and others of their choice. Haven't had that going in years but, it was a thing. However these days, writing smut with my muses needs to be more than just the event. It can be an opening for vulnerability, letting someone get close enough and trust them enough, that no one else really gets. Quiet and heavy conversations, the emotions involved. But if I ever do write it again, both my self and my partner need to be comfortable with writing such a thing. However if I ever did smut in a private drabble or fanfic, then all bets are off, because that's different. But far more rare.

Tagged by: @valour-bound

Tagging: You see this? IM TAGGING YOU. Do it.

[imacryptid2]

So I got bored, I suck at writing but I want to improve so I wrote a small little thing here. Basically I was thinking of making a series of this story, it follows my OC's in the multiverse and all that so uh here's this

Part l: Amor

The night was silent as I sat there completely restless. I looked around the area that was once a beautiful field with winter blossoms and blue tulips, which now was nothing more than dirt. One piece of nature life, if you could really call it that, remained. The tree stump, which can no longer grow. It sits there, constantly reminding me of that horrid day. I'm trapped in this horrid place. I'm the only person alive, unless you count the shadows that lurk in this area. Everyone else died a long time ago. If only those villagers hadn't tortured him, and if only dream would have cared more about him. Call me selfish and narcissistic if you wish but it was their fault he bit into that cursed apple. That day was the day everything was taken from me, the only person I ever loved was pushed to a point of no return and he killed almost everything his eyes had been set upon. I say almost because somehow, I'm still alive even after being the first in his sights. Then dream abandoned me here, he left while I was resting one day and when I woke up I was alone. I miss what this town used to be, the pretty colors and the books. The only thing I don't miss is how the village treated night and I . I miss night, granted we were both bullied. You see, we were both considered freaks and were practically outcast from the village. He was outcast for being the guardian of negativity and I was outcast for how I looked, it was silly really. The children thought I was odd because my hair was naturally an abnormal dioxazine color and the adults thought I was a witch. It was all so long ago yet it feels like it happened just yesterday…I began to cry, something I hadn't done in a long time. Everything I felt came pouring out through my tears, all the built up anger and sadness from being heartbroken, abandoned, left for dead, and being alone. I hadn't shown any true emotion in over a decade. A loud, frightening noise came out of nowhere startling me and causing my sobs to intensify as I looked around desperately trying to find the source of the noise. As another loud noise, seemingly closer than the previous one and now sounding like a predatory growl, made itself known I ran. I ran as fast as I could, trying to find a place to hide from whatever may have found me. I could hear it getting closer as I ran and my eyes darted around looking for a place to hide. I eventually landed on an old abandoned area that looked to have plenty of hiding places and escape routes. I could make a sharp turn here to throw the thing off for a moment while she ran in and hid, then I'd make my escape when I was sure it thought I was in the house. Deciding that was the best chance of getting away from the creature, I made a sharp turn and ran into the house. I quickly found a well hidden area on the second floor, I could jump from the window unscathed and make my escape. I covered my mouth to muffle any sounds and I did my best to steady my breathing. As I heard the thing come up to the second floor my heart sped up. I heard a sigh come from the creature, then I heard it leave to check the third floor. After awhile the creature went down to the first floor again and I used the opportunity to get out of the house. I stealthily came out of my hiding spot and made sure not to make any noise as I escaped. Finally I managed to get out of the house from the opposite side as where the creature was. Or so I thought….

[new-eyes-extra-colors]

👻💢💤💐🌙☀️🌌🍼✏️🔫

Thank you for the ask!! For sole survivor Nora Navarre:

💢 ANGER answered here!

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their “ghostly experiences”, if any?

Nora emphatically does not believe in ghosts, psychics, or the supernatural. A few of her companions, notably Nick and Deacon, point out that there's plenty of stuff out in the Commonwealth that's arguably weirder than ghosts and it would be silly to discount that sort of thing wholesale and--frankly--arbitrarily, but she's stubborn.

Meeting the Fog Mother is... quite an experience for her.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

Nora suffers from insomnia and struggles with sleeping restfully and regularly. She listens to the radio turned down low, or tuned to static for white noise. When her husband was still alive, he would rub her back to help her sleep. (Later, Nick does the same thing.)

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Daffodil, calla lily, moonflower, zinnia, forget-me-nots, sunflower, and morning glory.

Daffodils for spring and new beginnings, calla lillies for life (and death), moonflowers for the night/darkness (the safest time for a Railroad agent to operate), and zinnias and forget-me-nots for remembering absent loved ones. Sunflowers are too big for a bouquet, but they remove harmful pollutants and radiation from soil by absorbing it through their roots, and of course resemble the sun. Morning glories because she likes them; they're her favorite of the bunch. She grew them along the fence behind her home in Sanctuary.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

More than anything, Nora wants Shaun back. She is willing to go very, very far to that end--and tells herself that no matter what, she'll be satisfied if she can find the truth.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Nora's dead to the world until her first cup of coffee or tea in the morning, but brushing and rebraiding her hair is her first priority.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Actually, when I first started playing FO4, I played as the male sole survivor, and so I thought of Nora originally as a background character who was only relevant as far as he knew her. Then I got like 20 hours in, realized how many other characters had dead wives, and went "okay, I'm playing the lady character now."

So the first thing I decided was her appearance. I had an idea of what she looked like before but didn't draw her until I switched protagonists. She's changed a little since my initial drawings of her back in late 2020, but the angular features, long hair, dark skin, and freckles are the same. Compare and contrast:

It's cool to see how she's changed over the last two and a half years (and how my art has improved--I think it's more consistent and less rigid).

As far as inspiration, I pulled some of her personality--the toughness and determination combined with a love of dressing up and looking nice--from stories my grandmother told me of her grandmother.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Before having Shaun, Nora was ambivalent about children. She's always been good with them, as a lot of the responsibility for her two younger sisters fell on her when she was a teenager. But she didn't want any of her own.

After Shaun, and while she's searching for him, she dotes on children she meets in her travels, especially Duncan MacCready. She would like to do the same for Nat Wright, but Nat doesn't let her.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Quote: "A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." --Agatha Christie, The Last Seance

Lyric: "Illuminate my way with bricks of yellow / a painted road to follow fallen hallows / and through the forest haunted / I sojourn forward dauntless for I know / I've no place like a home." --Dirt Poor Robins, "Wax Cylinder Sonata"

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

When she first wakes up in the Commonwealth, she's in a situation where she can't help but trust complete strangers (Preston, Danse, Piper, and Nick), because there is no way she'd be able to navigate this new and unfamiliar world on her own. On the other hand--this is a new and unfamiliar world, and she has zero context for anything. She's completely out of her element, and doesn't want to trust because of that. So she's quite conflicted for a while.

After she gets her bearings, she doesn't trust easily, but she is willing, and willing to give people second chances as well, depending on the circumstances.

Nora would never intentionally/willingly betray a friend or loved one, though if given an ultimatum she may try to deceive the one giving it to her into thinking she's going along with it. (In my fic, this is basically what happens with the Railroad and Institute--Nora convinces the Directorate to let the Railroad and Brotherhood fight it out instead of getting the Institute involved in a direct conflict. It doesn't go the way she plans.)

[austajunk]

Servant's meta game dialogue always read as Nagito's way of keeping the spirit of Chiaki alive.

That is a remarkable and fascinating way to look at it. I rather like that. <3

I don’t know how much of DR3 was in production during the time of Ultra Despair Girls, but it is possible that Kodaka already had a conception of Human Chiaki Nanami as he was writing UDG. After all, he always said he felt the Chiaki who appears in Chapter 6 of the 2nd game was different from the AI we knew in some way. So clearly, he had initial ideas for the original Chiaki too.

That being said, Servant’s Meta commentary on games is interesting to me. While a lot of people were angry as Kodaka’s comments on Chiaki being his dream girl… I just wasn’t strangely as put off as others. Like it just doesn’t strike me as inherently bad?? When I make an OC, I do tend to make them very attractive and tailored to my tastes personally. If being hot was all Chiaki had going for her, I’d be upset… sure. But that’s not it. She’s silly, sassy, unkempt, awkward, kind and brave and both versions of her make this immense impact on her beloved classmates.

That being said, I’m bringing this up because I believe Servant’s commentary on games is a thesis on Kodaka’s love of gaming itself. Kodaka was a man who went in filming while intending to use it for games in the future. He is a huge gaming fan and worked in a game shop while going through school and college, if I did my research right. But from what I heard, he was a pretty solitary person. In the art book, he reiterates that Chiaki is the type of person with a love and appreciation of games that he really desired in his life. And honestly… I kinda feel that in a strange way.

Servant’s words on what creating a game meant seemed to come from Kodaka’s and the writing staff’s view themselves, so it was kind of an interesting part of the game. But we can’t know the true purpose behind those lines… so I find it quite fun and useful to apply the meaning of Servant trying to tap into the thoughts of his former classmate now dead who had a love of games as vivid as Kodaka’s and the staff’s clearly are.

[midearthwritings]

Of Courtship and Patience (PART 1)

It took Naya many decades and three courtship proposals before giving her heart to Thorin.

Words Count : 2,188

Warning : Canonical Character Death, Grief

Author's Note : Ok so, little bit of context. The first part is set between TA 2793 and 2799, during the War of Dwarves and Orcs. I tried to stay as close to the story as possible. I'm really f-ing nervous because this is my first ever OC fic. Hope you will enjoy it.

And a big thank you to my #1 cheerleader @laurfilijames for helping me proof reading this and for her eternal support.

“Will they return to us?” 

Dís’ trembling voice made Naya look up at her. Her face, which was always so calm and composed, was distorted with fear and sorrow. 

Erebor was long lost, and exile had been forced onto them. It took years to get accustomed to the fact that they would never see the Lonely Mountain again. And after losing a home and being condemned to wander the world in search of somewhere to live, one would think there wasn’t much left to lose. It seemed the Gods did not share the same opinion for uncertainty and grief had been haunting the two young ladies’ nights lately.

Even without a king, those who could handle a weapon were taken away to battle. Even without a kingdom, the line of Durin was royalty. Therefore, they were the firsts to run into the deadly embrace of war. Death was their duty.

Slowly, Naya slid her hand into Dís’ in a gesture she hoped was reassuring enough.

“I cannot promise such a thing,” she said in a soft tone. “ For hoping too much might kill you if they do not come back. We can only wait.” 

The fire crackled quietly in the hearth, like a whisper carrying the saddest news and comforting them at the same time. It warmed their hearts when it had destroyed all they ever had, leaving them with nothing but their tears. 

Far from here, far from the safety of these walls, those they cherished the most were fighting vile creatures, exposing their souls to Death’s greedy fingers. Naya’s guts twisted and her eyes dropped to the floor. 

“If we lose them, Dís, will our friendship survive?”

A strong hand grabbed her face and forced her eyes to lock with Dís’. They were burning with determination, challenging her to repeat what she had said.

“Silly, if we lose them, you will be all I have left. So do not say such words, even to jest. I cannot bear the thought of having my greatest friend parted from me.”

The younger lady’s lips curved into a smile, a crooked one for the fingers digging into her cheeks made it hard. It made Dís smile as well, one mirroring the other. Mahal might have not crafted them to be each other's One, but surely, he had made them be the perfect reflection of the other's soul. They were like two sides of the same blade, held together by a bond so strong that neither time, life, or death would ever be able to break.       

      Although time did not break them apart, it did break their hearts. Many moons had passed without hearing from anyone. Dís, as well as Naya, had started to mourn the death of their brothers and friends. Or, at least, their disappearance. They had lost any hope of seeing them ever again. And so one day, they stopped praying for the Gods to have mercy, and silence replaced their hopeful chatter as they held each other’s hand every night. 

One morning, however, someone pounded loudly on Dis’ wooden door. Naya left her baking aside and went to open it. Perhaps was it that dwarf again, the one that was eyeing Dís like she was the most precious thing in this world. Naya wiped her hands onto her apron and pulled the door open.

It was not Dís’ suitor. She could not believe her eyes, at first. But there Thorin was, standing in the doorway, waiting for her to let him in. 

“Mahal, are my eyes fooling me?” She breathed out. “Thorin, is that really you?” 

The words had barely left her mouth when she heard Dís running down the stairs, her footsteps resonating inside the house like a thunderstorm. But all she could focus on was Thorin's blue eyes on her. They reminded her of the clear spring sky, full of promises of new beginnings. It was like when the sun was back from its long sleep, awakening the flowers and birds and people's hearts. And perhaps, at this moment, something did bloom in Naya's heart. 

             She did not hear  Dís call her brother's name and barely registered when she pushed past her to drag him into a tight embrace.

“Oh brother, I thought I would never see you again!” she exclaimed.

“Fear not, sister. A few cuts and scratches are all I had to go through.”

Naya smiled fondly. Dís’ love for Thorin washed over her, making her heart beat faster inside her chest. Only now did she realize it was not a dream. He had come back to them with almost no wounds and, most importantly, alive.

She stepped forward and laid her hand on Dís’ shoulder. Her friend pulled back, releasing Thorin from her arms. He was changed. His features had been hardened by war and his eyes were clouded with something she could not quite pinpoint.

“Won’t you embrace me as well?” 

Thorin’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine and she wrapped her arms around his body. He had lost weight, and she would have to make sure he regained all of it. But he hadn’t lost his muscles. She buried her face in his mane, but its softness wasn’t enough to make the coppery smell of blood go unnoticed. At this moment, Thorin felt like a stranger and like home all at once. 

“Your sister missed you greatly.” Naya whispered, only for him to hear.

“And you?” he asked in an equally low tone.

Naya chuckled and tightened her grip. She had missed him more than the sun missed the moon, more than the birds missed the trees covered in leaves during summer.  

“Yes, Thorin, I did.”

They let go of each other slowly as if to make the moment last longer. She could feel Dís’ eyes on her back, scrutinizing them. She stepped back, giving the prince some space, and offered a smile to her friend. 

“You must be tired, and hungry,” Naya said. “Get yourself comfortable, we will make something for you to eat.”

And so they did. Soon enough, the three of them were sitting at the table, sharing a meal. It was mostly Thorin who ate, in fact, for Naya and Dís did not feel the need to. Surrounded by comforting silence, they watched him eat, making sure he had everything he needed. But peace was something people were granted only for a short amount of time. 

“Thorin, when will Frerin come back?” Dís asked in a voice so timid Naya thought it wasn’t really her who had spoken up.

The prince looked up to his sister and Naya finally understood what it was that filled his eyes. It was grief. Frerin would not return. 

It did not take long for Dís to understand as well. She nodded slightly, tears threatening to fall, but she did not cry. She would when no one was looking because it was how royalty mourned the death of their loved ones. Naya was not royalty. Yet, she kept her head up and held back her tears to pay her respect to Frerin’s family and his memory. 

The following days, candles were lit in memory of the lost heir of Durin. They shone brightly like little stars, guiding Frerin into Mahal’s Halls. Naya held Dís as she grieved, but no words were able to soothe the excruciating pain that had taken over the princess’ heart.

Naya had hoped Thorin would help her, that he would stay by his sister’s side and comfort her, but no one had seen him for days. He had barely returned to them and he was already gone again. She felt anger towards him. For years, he had been away, battling against creatures that wanted him dead, and when Dís needed him the most, he was nowhere to be seen. Naya would have his head if he did not make an appearance soon.

One night, after they had stopped lighting candles and Dís was resting, he came to find her. It was late, and sleep had abandoned her. So she was baking again, hoping to silence the dark thoughts. She heard him coming from behind, his footsteps barely audible like those of a mouse. 

“Have you finally found some interest in your sister’s feelings?” she spat out, keeping her back to him. 

“Naya, I must speak to you.” 

She spun around, her blood boiling with rage. Wiping her hands on her apron, she walked up to him.

“No Thorin,” she said accusingly, her index finger digging into his chest. “It is I who must speak to you. We have not seen, nor heard from you in years. The thought that maybe you had passed away has kept us awake at night. Although I am more than delighted to have you back, you had no right to abandon your sister again. Mahal, Thorin, do you not care for Frerin’s death?”

His hand enveloped her wrist, carefully pushing it away. The feeling of Thorin’s calloused fingertips on her sensitive skin made her heart skip a beat.

“I do care for my brother,” he explained. “Crying over his death will not bring him back to life.”

“Then it is very selfish of you to believe everyone grieves the way you do.” 

They stayed quiet for a while, standing close to each other, their breath mingling together. Through the kitchen window the pale moonlight poured onto Thorin’s face and made his eyes look like the most precious jewels Naya had ever been blessed to see.

“I apologize for neglecting my sister, and you. I hope you will find in your heart the will to forgive my behavior. In my defense, I have been busy.”

“What could be more important than your family, Thorin?” she asked quietly.

Slowly, the prince pulled something out of his coat. It was a folded piece of fabric that looked a little dirty. He handed it over to Naya and she took it, looking back and forth between Thorin and the small bit of material.

“What is it?” she questioned again.

“You must open it if you wish to find out.”

Carefully, she unfolded it, revealing a single metal bead lying in the center. It was beautifully crafted, intricate patterns engraved into it. As she looked closer she recognized some of the symbols. Her eyes widened and she looked back at Thorin. 

“Thorin, I-”

“Naya,” he interrupted, cupping her face with his palms. “This is a token of my love for you. I wish I could offer you more, I wish we were still in Erebor so I could treat you as you deserve. But no matter where or when, no matter the circumstances, I promise to honor and cherish you until Mahal calls us into his halls. In your hands lies my heart and the promise of my eternal love. Please, allow me to court you.” 

Naya’s heart was pounding inside her chest, and she feared Thorin might have heard it because his lips curved into a small smile. The moonlight hit the bead, and the soft light caught her eyes. Her eyes fell back onto the tiny object and she smiled softly.

“This is what you have been up to…” she concluded, her finger brushing against the cold metal. “It is very pretty, Thorin. Your skills are very impressive. But I must refuse-”

As she spoke, she folded the piece of fabric over the silver bead, hiding it from her view and Thorin’s hands fell to his side.

“Why is that, if I may ask? Is it not to your liking? I could make you another one.”

“No Thorin, it is not that.” she said, giving him his gift back. “I must say, your feelings are returned. My heart beats for you, trust me. But we are still young, Thorin. As we grow up, your heart will change and desire other things. I do not wish for you to promise me love when your One could still be out there.”

The prince shook his head and grabbed her hips, pulling her against his chest, causing Naya to huff disapprovingly.

“I do not think my heart will ever love anyone but you.” Thorin affirmed.

Naya chuckled, her forehead falling to his shoulder. She stayed silent, enjoying the warmth of Thorin’s body against hers. 

“How about…” she began, pulling back. “ How about you wait some more? If your love for me has not faded, decades from now, you may propose again.”

She looked at him as he seemed to be considering her offer. Finally, he gave her a small nod.

“I shall wait then.” he declared. “Until then, allow me to steal a kiss?”

“Now, Thorin,” she joked, tilting her head to the side and wrapping her arms around his waist. “That wouldn’t be proper, much less from a prince, to steal kisses outside of courtship, don’t you think? Although, I can grant you this-”

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his bearded cheek. And the smile she earned from it was worth more than all of the gold in the world.

He would wait for her, and she would wait for him.

[lovlydovlyjaycie]

Ævi - Frontlines

Hey again! This will be a continued series. The first Ævi series is in my masterlist and is only four parts. This is going to be a ongoing series, so there is going to be a lot more of Ævi to come. :)

Summary: Y/n or also known as Ævi has lived through varies of world events. Now it is 1941, she has excepted that some things cannot be changed so Loki has convinced Y/n to go to New York and live a normal life, a life Y/n always wanted. Or as normal it can be, because new introductions lead to events that didn’t go down in the history books.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, Loki, Steve Rogers, OC Vera

Warnings: angst 

Part 7

I don’t think we slept at all last night. We were constantly talking about everything and nothing. About the life we would have after I came back from Norway. He wanted to look for a place here in Brooklyn which would be big enough for more than two people he shamefully admitted. To which I just smiled. A human life didn’t sound so bad at all with him. I had decided in that moment when I would be coming back to tell him who I am, there was so much going on now and no time to explain anything. 

“Bucky?” I asked. Something had been nagging at me when I told him I needed to go to Norway. He said that he would join the army if he had to. That was the last thin I wanted him to do. I wanted him safe. Not putting his life on the line in Europe. “Yes?” He answered back. “I know this might be a big promise, but.. can you promise me to not join the war?” I asked quietly a little unsure of myself. I needed him safe. He looked a little confused at my seriousness. “I-.. I- don’t ask me how I know, but this war.. I know many people will die.. I just can’t have you be one of those people. So please promise me you’ll stay out of it.” Bucky was about to say something but closed his mouth again, thinking of his next words carefully. “I promise.” He told me and that made me smile. He’d be safe I thought to myself.

-

A little while after that Loki was banging at the door indicating that it was time to go or we would miss the boat. I got all my things ready to go with my suitcase in hand before Bucky took it out of my hands for him to carry it. I gave him a sad smile and a quick kiss on his cheek and then we headed for the door. Down to where a taxi was waiting for us. Bucky put in the suitcases for me and closed the trunk. “We will see each other again.” He promised me as he embraced me tightly. I held on to him as tightly as I could not wanting to let him go. I swallowed back my tears before looking at him. “Write me. As soon as you have the chance.” I told him looking him deep in his eyes. He nodded, his eyes glossy. “I love you.” “I love you too.” We told each other. Giving each other one final kiss before I turned around and walked towards the door of the car Loki was holding open. I looked at him and he could only roll his eyes.

As I sat down in the car Loki closed the door and went to the other side of the car. I opened the window as quickly as I could. Bucky walked over to the window quickly. “You come right back here after that damn war is over alright!” I nodded. “Promise me?” He asked. “I promise!” I responded quickly. Bucky grabbed my left hand quickly and gave it a kiss. “When you get back there will be a ring on that finger.” He told me. The car started moving. I quickly nodded again. “I love you Bucky.” I said as he was running with the car, too fast for him to keep up. He let go of my hand and I instantly felt an emptiness. 

I quickly turned around to see Bucky still running on the street for a little bit before stopping. Loki handed me a handkerchief from his suit. I thanked him before taking it and turning around not being able to see Bucky anymore. “I am sorry y/n. I hate to see you like this.” Loki said truthfully. All I could do is nod in thank you, wiping away my tears.

-

Loki and I had checked in for our boat and were already walking towards it. I felt my stomach drop. In such a short time of me being here I felt so alive, living a life I wanted to live. Or starting to live the life I wanted to live. I looked up, looking at New York one last time and trying to see If I could see Brooklyn from where we were. Like I would be able to see Bucky. Of course I couldn’t. I looked down. “You know.. It might be good to leave here. And I don’t mean New York, but leave Earth. And I know what you’re going to say, but the knowing of what is going to happen and not change it has been eating at you for as long as I have known you.” Loki tried.

“What about Vera?” I asked him and he sighed. “After her. After her we go to Asgard.” I shook my head. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t ready to leave Earth behind. “I can’t do that Loki.” Loki sighed. “After we visited Vera.. I’m going back to Asgard.” That made me turn around and look at him. He rarely left my side. Let alone him going back alone to Asgard. But I understood why he did it. He has been there for me through everything, it might be getting a lot to keep giving him the same answer of me not wanting to leave. I couldn’t blame him really. So I nodded in response.

As we got to the boat I gave New York one last look. I was going to miss it. I was going to miss Bucky. As I took a deep breath I walked towards the bridge that was connected to the boat. I held my suitcase a little tighter and walked up.

“Y/N!” I heard in the distance. I spun around and on the dock I saw someone running. Bucky. I dropped my suitcase and ran down. Bucky was being chased by security. In different circumstances I would have laughed at this, but now I could only have tears of joy. As I got to Bucky we both embraced each other. “What are you doing here?” I asked him in shock of seeing him again. “I didn’t get to say that I love you back. So I got a cab and now here I am.” I laughed at him for the silliness. “You’re such a dork.” I said giggling before kissing him. The security had finally caught up. “Sit you need to leave.” One of the security guys said. “One moment.” He told them. I looked at the security guards pleading for them to not take him yet. They nodded and stepped back, giving us our moment.

“You be safe there alright?” He asked. I nodded. “You too over here. And keep Steve out of trouble.” He nodded laughing. “I’ll try, but trouble follows Steve, so on that one I can’t make any promises.” I laughed in understanding. “You keep your promise of not joining the war?” I asked him all serious. “I promise and I promise to get you that ring. You just promise me to come back when this is all over.” “I promise.” I said as I felt tears falling down my cheeks. Bucky went to wipe them away from my cheeks. “Hey, this isn’t goodbye. We’re gonna see each other again soon. This war will be over before you know it.” He reassured me. I took a deep breath now really for the last time giving him a kiss. For a moment all the noise around us from the harbor went away, like it was just me and Bucky.

The horn of the boat went, indicating that the boat was leaving. I pulled back from Bucky. He had tears running down his face now too I went to wipe them away. “I love you James Buchanan Barnes, now, tomorrow and forever.” I said looking him in his eyes. “I love you, Y/n Ironside, now tomorrow and forever.” He told me. It was time for me to go on the boat. Bucky held my right hand tightly, until I had to step away and let him go. I walked towards the suitcase I dropped and picked it up walking over to get on the boat. As I went on I still saw Bucky standing on the harbor. 

“I love you Y/n! This is not an goodbye!” He yelled. “I love you Bucky! I’ll write you!” I yelled back. The boat started moving away slowly. Bucky followed the boat towards the edge of the harbor and I walked towards the edge of the boat. Giving each other one last look before I couldn’t see him anymore.

-

March 1942

It had been eight months since I last saw Bucky, It had been five months since he last wrote me a letter, It had been one month since I had stopped writing. It broke my heart. I really thought that Bucky was the one. For me he still is, but I am just not that for him anymore. We had written each other almost everyday since I had left. I don’t know if I did something that he didn’t want to write me anymore. “Are you ok?” Vera asked me? I had told Vera right away everything about Bucky. She was very happy for me and wanted to know everything about him right away. I told her he is such a dork, is a good dancer, has an amazing smirk, an even more amazing laugh, gets embarrassed by the books he reads, loves or.. loved me. 

“I’m ok. Just need to keep myself busy with something.” I told her walking around in her living room. Maybe a book. “With books?” She asked straight away, not impressed. “Y/n, you are not one to just sit around and.. read. Especially now, you could help in the war.” She tried. “You know I can’t.” I told her. “Well, maybe not with the big stuff, there is more than that going on you know. You can try and keep other German soldiers out of other towns. You did it here and you succeeded so far. Tonsberg has a lot of trouble. It might be good to actually go there you know.” Vera was right. Especially there. A long time ago I hid the Tesserect there or otherwise known as the Space stone. It had been safe all this time there. It was now hidden in a church, no one dares to attack a church, not even Nazi’s. But just incase it could be a good idea. Checking if it is still protected well enough.

“You’re right. I’ll go there today. It will keep me busy.” I agreed with Vera. I put on army clothes I had gotten from Vera’s late husband. She had fitted them in so it didn’t look baggy anymore. It made me slightly bled in, besides the fact that I am a woman that is.

“Where are you going?” Loki asked as he came in the house seeing I was all dressed up. “To Tonsberg.” I told him as I walked towards the door. “What’s in Tonsberg?” He asked still not getting what was going on. “War...” I said as I looked at him. “And the Tesserect.” I said as I walked out the door. Loki quickly followed me out the door. “Wait.. You mean to tell me that the Tesserect or the Space stone is here.. On Midgard?” He asked in disbelief. “Well, yeah, that’s where I hid it a couple of years ago.” “I beg you pardon.” Loki said shocked. “How long is a couple of years?” He asked. “A thousand.” I walked on towards the car to drive myself over there. “Why hide it here? And not tell me?” I opened the car door. “Well first off, I thought that you knew I hid it here.. might have just forgotten about that.” I said the last part under my breath. “And second I knew that at least until 2010 nobody was gonna use it or let alone know how to use it. Hence why I hid it here. Also people will only start going to space around the 60s, so I knew I had a while if I needed to hide it somewhere else.” I explained Loki as I started the car. “I’m coming with you.” He said as he tried to get in, but I tsked him away. “And what? Show them your suit? You’re not exactly dressed for-...” I didn’t finish my sentence as Loki turned his clothes in his usual.. Asgardian.. get up. “You can’t go like that.” I stated. “Why not?” He said a little offended. “Because you’ll be target practice. And I’m trying to NOT get noticed. You’re also not always very good at keeping a low profile.” I continued on. “Sorry.” I said lastly as I started driving away waving my hand behind me.

As I arrived in Tonsberg it was absolutely destroyed. There was smoke coming from houses that were burned down. Some houses were still burning. This must have just happened. There was no one around, hopefully everybody evacuated before anything happened to them. There was one older man who was struggling to walk coming out of the rubble. I walked over as quick as I could to help him. “Are you alright sir?” I asked him in Norwegian. He gave me a look up and down, probably wondering what a woman was doin wearing army clothes. “They came yesterday. They killed everyone, men, women and children.” He explained. “Did you see a badge or do you remember what they looked like?” I asked, maybe I could do something to prevent from other places turning up like this. I am not sure how, but I will try. “They wore a badge. A skull with tentacles.” A skull with tentacles? I have never heard of a group that wore a badge like that. Then again, it has been a long time since I had lessons about this. “Do they have a name?” I asked trying to gather as much information to try and piece my memory together. “Hydra.” It must be a small group, because I have never heard of them before. This was good, they might not have been important enough for the history books at all. Maybe I can do something about them.

“Thank you sit. do you need help getting somewhere?” I asked him before he already started walking. “No, I have survived so far.” He said as he walked away in the distance.

I have to retrace their steps, maybe I can track down this Hydra group and end it there for them. They did a lot of damage here. All the houses were completely destroyed. Sadly I saw some people that did not survive. I did my best to cover them with blankets or anything that I could find to cover them up. After a little while I was standing right in front of the tower I had hid the Tesserect a long time ago. The door was blown up and was not in good condition at all anymore. I walked towards the hole that once was a door and inside there was the tower keeper laying on the ground. I quickly ran over to see if I could find a pulse or if I could heal him, but I was too late. The bullethead that was in his chest was fatal. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” I whispered. I felt awful, if I had just been here sooner and stopped moping around, these people could have still been alive. This is all my fault.

I looked up and saw that the grave was destroyed. As I walked over I noticed the decoy Tesserect was gone, for a split second I hoped that I had fooled this person and he took the decoy. But as I went to turn around I stepped on glass. It was the decoy. I quickly ran over to the wall with Yggdrasil on it to check the hiding spot of the Tesserect. “Oh no..” It was gone.

-

“We have a BIG problem.” I said as I walked in the house. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even think anybody knew about the Tesserect and now most likely someone in Hydra had stolen it. So many things were going through my mind, I was in full panic mode. “What happened love?” Loki said in his annoying voice. “The Tesserect. It’s gone. Someone stole it yesterday.” I explained to Loki. “Who?” That made me narrow my eyes at him. “Well.. don’t you think if I knew who stole it I would be going to get it from him right now?” I asked irritated. 

He put one hand up in response, but keeping one behind his back. “What you got there?” I asked him curious. “A message from Heimdall.” He answered. “He writes you? Since when? Let me see.” I tried as I was getting behind his back to try and get the envelope from him. He swiftly moved away dodging me hands easily. “Love I have trained you.” He said as if I would never be able to keep up with him. “Then you should know I am a lot stronger than you are.” I retorted. “It’s private.” Loki said back as he tried to move away from me again. Fine then I’ll play dirty. I grabbed his long hair and pulled him back. And I swiftly took the envelope out of his hands. “You didn’t teach me that.” I smiled at him. “No you got that one from Thor. But I would really like you to give that back to me.” He said as he tried to grab it out of my hands, but I moved away quickly so he couldn’t reach it. I shoved him back and saw familiar handwriting on the envelope. “Bucky.”

“Don’t Y/n.” Loki tried as I ripped the envelope open and pulled the letter out. 

Hi Doll,

It’s been about five months now since I have last heard from you. I really hope nothing bad has happened to you. I can’t even put my mind in that place. After this war is over you are coming back to America. It is still the only thing I can think about and I hope you still want that.

I have been doing my best at keeping Steve out of trouble, he also misses you a lot. He has also been asking me how you have been doing and I have been telling him you are doing well, because that is my hope, that you are ok.

If you are still getting and reading my letters I have been sending, you might remember me saying that I might join the army. I know I made you that promise, but people are hurting and dying. You might be hurting or worse.. It is now official and I joined the army. I will have to start my training soon and then I’ll be send off  in about a year. I am truly sorry y/n and I hope you can forgive me for breaking that promise. 

I will keep writing you as much as I can!!

I love you Y/n, now, tomorrow and forever

Bucky

I swallowed back my tears. Why was I not getting his letters? And why was I not getting his? I looked up from my letter at Loki, his face had no expression which said even more than he probably intended. “What did you do?”

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[emilythecosmicbun]

Creepypasta OCs.

Any updates information is on Wattpad WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

TW BLOOD, ABUSE MENTION

cottontailprincess is my Instagram and Emilythecosmiccat is my username on some art websites.

They/Them pronouns please

do not sexualise me, my characters or my boyfriend please he isn’t comfortable with that.

okay so these are my two vent ocs.

Emily/Elliot (Bunny.)

one of them, as you know, is my impure agere oc, representing all the sad and flashback parts of everything. I made them to help cope with my thoughts and feelings. They are based off of my appearance and my trauma. They age up with me.

BASIC INFO

Full Name: Emily/Elliot Bunzelle but prefers just Emily or Elliot.

Nickname(s): Bunny, Emmy, El, Em, Princess, Prince, Princette

Meaning of name: Emily (from Urban Dictionary.) An Emily is someone who is crazy inside and out. She knows who her friends are and try’s hard to look after them. She is very pretty but doesn’t always know that. She isn’t always the most popular, but to her that doesn’t matter. She has friends from all ages and they all adore her. She hides her feelings however upsetting they may be.

Meaning of name: Elliot (Urban Dictionary) Elliot is a true master at caring. He teaches how to love and be loved. A man of honour a man of steal. He's as handsome as a Greek God, as strong as diamond, as compassionate as a saint and is as gentle as a father's touch. Elliot possesses a magic within to create a vision in the eyes of all, leaving them stunned at how brilliant and perfect Elliot truly is. A leader, a spirit lifter, a lover, a giver, an Elliot'll leave you speechless with his being, his essence.

Gender: Non-Binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Age:

Currently 19, same as IRL me, though they physically and mentally regress to younger ages, so their age varies. Their main ages are variants of 1+

Date of Birth:

August 21st (Body born in 2001)

Race/Species: English and a Spirit or Entity.

Native language: English (as in England English.)

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Bisexual Personality: Silly, playful, honest, caring, childish, bratty, stubborn, sweet.

Are They Dead: No but they aren't alive either. Somewhere in between.

Any Mental Health Issues?

C-PTSD, due to multiple traumatic events. They frequently experience multiple flashbacks and nightmares, and is usually terrified of leaving their safe space unless it’s with Stedge, even then, they panic.

Triggers: Listed Here. Triggers page on my Carrd.

Powers/Special Abilities: Can float slightly off the ground, is able to phase through walls, spew blood at will, and look "alive" when speaking and comforting children, or just around those they trust.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Very young child:  Short but very curly/wavy brown hair, a bit lighter than when they are in older looking forms. They wear a pink dress with a white shirt under, and black school shoes. However, they can also just wear a sonic shirt and leggings, or a skirt.

Child:  They can vary but their usual look is long curly/wavy brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, blood on their mouth and nose area, tired-looking eyes, pink dress, sometimes a nightgown, depending on the look, they can wear socks, bunny slippers or even go barefoot! Sometimes they wear bunny ears! Sometimes they like to wear sonic gear.

Teen:  Depending on the age as a teen, at the point it's  "kawaii" inspired things, sometimes just a Melanie Martinez shirt and pants (or skirt), sometimes overalls! They also wore band merch, stuff like that. They have either long brown hair, black hair or multicoloured hair like Melanie Martinez (dyed in variants such as pink, red, blonde (more like light ginger.)

Adult:  Band tops, but also ones with cute designs on such as bunnies or kittens, sometimes overalls or dresses, sometimes even onesies, since they can still have the traits of an agere headspace. Short Brown hair, is a lot chubbier than the rest, can be considered mid or plus size.

Height: Varies depending on form and age, but usually smol.

Weight: (UNKNOWN BUT IT VARIES.)

Hair color: Dark brown/Brown

Eye color: Brown

Scars and/or skin conditions: Has a few bruises and a few cuts in some places, but I prefer to not draw them.

Has a skin condition called psoriasis. (I have it IRL.)

Never Seen Without: White Bun, and their three Cream The Rabbit plushies.

Likes:

• Things with peaches (the fruit) on them. (Including peaches and peach ice tea.)

• Bunnies

• Their Caregiver, Stedge.

• Drawing, and colouring in.

• The colour pink.

• Sonic The Hedgehog.

• Porcelain Dolls

• Stuffed Animals

Dislikes:

• Abusers (including physical, mental and sexual abusers.)

• Those who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who don’t take them seriously.

• Drama.

• Being abandoned or left alone.

Relationships:

Stedge - Partner in crime, best friend, caregiver and lover. (Depending on age of course.)

Cream.exe (Sally.exe game) - practically twinning, bunny loves to hang out with cream.exe. (my highest kin, apart from cream herself.)

Family Members - Depending on which member, they do have a good bond or a negative one. Bunny loves them on different levels, some of them, they hate.  This does not reflect on how (I myself) feel about said family members.

(If you want your creepypasta oc to be friends with Bunny, just ask!)

OTHER INFO:

• They age up with my current age since they aren't dead and they are based off of me.

• I decided to make them some sort of entity since I couldn’t make them a ghost and still be alive lol they age up with me.

•Their “trauma” is the same as mine, which is why I won’t write it in detail here but they are a victim of abuse.

• They are all bloody because its how I feel about my trauma.

• They physically and mentally regressed to the age they are supposed to be, if they are in their child forms, they are an actual child. (Direct reference to my age regression I use to help me cope with my trauma) They prefer to be in this form so they can protect and befriend children. They don't harm children or other victims of abuse. The children usually call them “bunny.”

• When they're in their adult form, they have a partner called Stephen. Someone who they have known since they were 17 years old. When they are a “child” he takes care of them and protects them to make sure they don't ever get hurt again.

• Their sense of justice is what caused them to want to help other children. They never want to see another child go through what they went through.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

Stedge

Well, I also made a creepypasta oc to represent my boyfriend, someone who I love and trust to help me during those horrible times. He’s like my partner in crime. lmao also his age isn’t rly there because he ages up with his real life counterpart, which will get updated.

REMINDER TO NOT SEXUALISE HIM AS MY BOYFRIEND IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

BASIC INFO:

Name: Stephen

Nickname(s): Stedge, Mr. Bubbles (by Emily/Elliot.)

Meaning of name: Stephen The most beautiful boy in existence. Has stunning eyes, that make your heart fall through the floor when they crinkle with his perfect smile. Is deep, unlike most boys, and extremely intelligent. Has a big heart, and he doesn't realize when he's being taken for granted. Even though he would never admit it, he sometime's can't see what's right in front of him. An over-analyzer, and very stubborn, but he will admit defeat when he has to. Likes to drive girls crazy, apparently. Easy to fall in love with. Hard to figure out.

Gender: Male

Age: Ages up with IRL person. Currently: 19.

Date of Birth:

9th April

Race/Species: English, Human.

Native language: UK English.

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Straight

Are They Dead: No

Any Mental Health Issues? No, None that we know of.

Triggers: None that we know of.

Powers/Special Abilities:

He doesn't have many powers but he athletic and can run quick and has a good amount of strength. He uses a bat and other various stuff.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Short brown hair, brown eyes, a bit of facial hair, variants of a black or dark grey shirt, but obviously not only those, sometimes they’re ripped.

Hair color: Dark brown, brown.

Eye color: Brown.

Scars: None.

Personality: He is quite intelligent and mature, behaves childishly in front of Emily/Elliot, cold and serious, is kind, polite, protective.

Hobbies and Likes: • playing the guitar

• skate (skateboarding)

• listening to tunes

• spending time with Emily/Elliot.

Dislikes:

• Abusers, people who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who are cruel to Emily/Elliot.

Relationships: Bunny - Best friend, soulmate, would do anything to make bunny smile, frequently gets them stuffed toys and food.

EXTRA INFO:

He is a few months older than me in IRL, his age is 19 right now, along with mine but will be updated.

Stephen is a human, and helps take care of Emily (in their child forms.) since they are a child and very vulnerable in that state due to their trauma, when they’re adult they are romantic towards each other.

They work together as a team when bashing and killing abusers. While he uses physical means, Emily uses mental.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

A soft Kipos fic 🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Tikos x Kipling Bronne ( @asras3rdeye’s OC)

Over the Seas

“... hey.”

“No.”

“But-“

“No.”

“It’s just, I don’t want to keep you if you-“

“Bee.”

“-Captainy things to do?”

A low rumbling chuckle shook the entwined pair.

“Captainy things?” Tikos’ voice was still heavy with sleep as he teased the gardener currently wrapped up in his arms.

Kipling blushed and buried her face in his chest further. It seemed like an important worry up until the words were out of her mouth. Suddenly the past five minutes she’d fretted over it seemed silly.

In the Captain’s cabin of the Charybdis’ Decent, the sun was just starting to filter through the intricate stained glass window at the back of the room. It was just enough light to throw weak colorful rays onto the pair in bed. Tikos stretched out leisurely with Kipling cuddled on his right side using his shoulder for a pillow. He’d managed to kick the blankets off himself during the night and seemed to have never made it back into any clothes. With her leg thrown over his own, Kip was fully aware and avoiding thinking about it too much.

It wasn’t close to the first time they’d been together but somehow it always felt so intense that it may well be.

“Don’t worry so much, Bee. I did the best Captainy thing I could,” he assured her. “I hired people who can run a ship without needing me constantly.”

Her face only felt hotter and he pulled her into a hug on top of him.

“I’m just...”

“We can turn around if you’re too nervous?” His tone was light but she knew he was being serious. If at any point she changed her mind they’d be right back to Vesuvia. But she wouldn’t, she was determined.

“No!... well, I am nervous but I still want to go.”

“You jus’ let me know. They can... be a lot to handle.”

Staying on course, the Charybdis’ Decent continued to draw closer to Nevivon. Where Kipling would be introduced to Tikos’ parents for the first time. Which was enough to be worried about already but adding on the inherit nerves with sailing for so long.

“Hey.”

Kipling looked to meet Tikos’ eye, he hadn’t put his patch back on either. He trusted her.

“Come here,” he purred and crooked a finger at her.

Kip leaned down closer on Tikos’ chest and he gently caught her lips with his own. It was a slow, soft, and sleepy kiss with no sense of urgency or motive. He took his time exploiting every trick he knew she liked before pulling away to lean his forehead against hers.

“They’re going to love you. Know how I know?”

She had an idea but stayed silent.

“Because I love you.”

Her cheeks flamed with a blush but she couldn’t keep the happy smile off her face at those words. They enjoyed a moment of just being overjoyed. Then he ran a hand up her bare thigh that currently straddled him and Kip opened her eyes to his usual cheeky grin.

“Besides, I know the best stress relief, aye?”

“... aye.”

Only a few hours later, Nevivon was in full view sparkling in the sunlight.

“LAND! NEVIVON IN SIGHT!”

The shout from a crew member drew a smile from Tikos. It’d been some time since he’d been to visit. It seemed like whenever he had a free moment he was likely to be found in Vesuvia. Not that the crew teased him incessantly about it but, well, what else is family for?

“Ah! Smell that beautiful sea air!” Tikos took in a deep breath aboard the deck as he manned the wheel. Kipling rolled her eyes at him playfully. She sat nearby working on finishing up the bracelets she was making for his parents. They were beautiful and full of seashells the pair had collected on adventures.

“I have been since we set sail.”

He grinned at his companion.

“Aye but it’s so much better when land is in sight. Makes me never want to leave.”

“As much as I love looking at the ocean and your ship, I would really like to see a plant again soon.”

“Of course you do, Honeybee. And so you shall.”

They enjoyed the short back-and-forth as the ship came into dock.

Finally, it was time to disembark. Surprisingly to Tikos, they managed to get their feet on the dock before two loud commanding voices rang out.

“Zori!!”

“Tizos!!”

Tikos held Kipling’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“μητέρα! татко!”* He called out.

A thin woman with long black curls streaked with grey pushed her way past the crew and spotted them.

“το μωρό μου!”*

Behind her came a large man with short white hair and kind brown eyes.

“Γεια σου!”*

The woman rushed towards them and pulled Tikos down for a hug while rapidly firing off in their native language. Then her eyes gravitated towards Kipling and her smile grew even bigger as she pulled her in for a hug as well.

“Ey, μητέρα, in Vesuvian please.” Tikos said to his Mother as she tried to speak to Kip.

“Oh yes! Vesuvian! My darling girl, welcome, welcome! We are so happy to meet you! And to see our boy! Oh Tizos! It’s been so long! Everyone is wanting to see you and your beautiful woman! Yes! We made a big feast!”

“Ayy, ay, љубов моја*. Let her breathe! Come now, she’s not going to disappear.”

Tikos cut in as his Mother shot his Father a cross look. He could sense the argument and decided to spare Kipling for now. The two of them could argue for days some times.

“Let me introduce you. μητέρα, татко, this is Kipling Bronne.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you!” Kip spoke up, quietly thankful that Tikos gave her an opening. In only a minute she understood where he got his love of talking.

“Aye, όμορφο κορίτσι*, we’re looking forward to getting to know you. I’m Thalia and this is my husband Adrijan but you may just call us Lia and Adri.”

Finally releasing Kipling, Lia turned her attention back to Tikos and launched into her usual barrage of questions. Why are you so skinny, why have you been away so long, who’s cutting your hair, etc. Adri took the opportunity to shake Kipling’s hand and place a kiss on her cheek in greeting.

“Don’t mind Lia, she’s very excitable.”

Kip smiled back at him and nodded.

“I think I know someone like that as well,” she said and glanced over at Tikos who had dissolved into his native tongue and was speaking just as fast as Lia back and forth. Adri laughed and gestured up the dock for them.

Kip and Adri chatted as they led the small group back up into Nevivon to their small house. Lia and Tikos seemed to never even break in their bickering for air.

The day was just as much a whirlwind as the beginning and Kipling found herself completely immersed in the Katsaros-Yakinthos family. ‘Relatives’ of all kinds popped in throughout the day to see them and bring gifts while Lia and Adri were eager to hear all about Kip and her life. The gardener worried about seeming boring next to all the excitement but the two hung on her every word with fascination and smiles. Especially when Kip told them she was a gardener as they admitted they couldn’t keep a plant alive no matter how hard they tried. Kip offered to give them some advice but soon she had a whole crowd of lifelong seafarers stopping to listen as they passed by.

In no time at all to her, Kipling found herself out of breath sitting by a bonfire on a beach while Tikos continued dancing with a myriad of people to lively music. She watched him as he moved so easily with a genuine smile that seemed so natural on his face. While he’d offered to sit with her she’d waved him off, it was much better to admire him from her vantage point. It was as if the years just melted off of him and he looked his age for once. For all his laid back attitude and easy smiles she realized he was still carrying so many scars inside and out. While she sat she pulled the bracelets back out to continue on them. They weren’t quite finished yet and she hadn’t really had a moment to focus on them.

“Do you mind?”

A voice broke her out of her thoughts and Kip looked up to see Lia gesturing to the seat next to her.

“No! Not at all.”

“Wonderful,” Lia smiled and sat down with a content sigh. “Ah what a day it has been!”

Kip nodded in agreement, keeping her hands moving but glancing up occasionally.

“It warms this Mother’s heart to see her only child so happy,” she spoke slowly for once and with great purpose.

“If... if you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you have any more? I was surprised when Tikos told me he was an only child.”

“No child, ask me whatever you wish. It is a simple answer. Adri and I were great enemies for many years. Too proud to give up our feud over the sea. When we finally realized our love we thought it was too late for any children at all. Zotikos was a gift. From the sky, the sea, whoever. A most wonderful gift.”

Lia looked over and smiled with Kip.

“He is very taken with you.”

That brought the heat rushing back up to Kip’s cheeks and she shyly looked back at her hands.

“I am happy. I feared he would be too stubborn like Adri and I,” she laughed. “He’s never brought someone home so we know you are special.”

“Never?” Somehow the knowledge that she was the only person he’d brought home to meet his parents made everything seem so much more... intimate.

“No. He has never even mentioned another before. Now you might say he could just keep things from his old Mother but no, he would tell me if he met someone.”

Kip looked back at her pirate dancing without a care in the world. She wondered if he’d been lonely all this time. Then she turned back to Lia and held out the completed bracelets for her and Adri.

“For you both, I wanted to give them to you earlier but… you know…,” she gestured broadly while trying to find the right words.

Lia laughed and nodded, not needing anymore explanation. She held a wrist out so Kipling could put the bracelet on her.

“I love it, όμορφο κορίτσι.” Lia assured her and gave her a fond kiss on the cheek.

Despite the nerves, the long voyage, and the overwhelming day Kipling realized that she’d grown to understand her lover much deeper. Maybe that made it all worth it. She liked to think it did.

Sitting there by the fire while surrounded by joy and laughter. Opening up new sides of one Zotikos Orion Katsaros-Yakinthos, mystery pirate who had always seemed so carefree. A warmth started to spread in her heart that blossomed when a single brown eye found hers.

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Combination of Greek and Macedonian words

μητέρα - Mother

татко - Father

το μωρό μου - My baby

Γεια σου - A welcome

љубов моја - My love

όμορφο κορίτσι - Beautiful girl