#you're roasting your new oc

[planefood]

something that drives me mental about the closed/open species debates I see floating around is the argument about unoriginality in closed species designs, but the incessant need to create your own oc of said species you just called unoriginal. I don't really care if someone makes an oc based off a closed species or "rip offs" I've heard them being called, I'm guilty of it. But to turn around and say that you're doing it because said closed species is unoriginal seems like you're lying to yourself.

The reason why a lot of popular closed species are fairly generic looking is because that's what has mass appeal. Closed species exist in a fandom space (furries) where a lot of people can only draw and design fairly generic dog/cat like creatures. So for a species to gain traction they have to be 1. appealing to that kind of audience (cute, fluffy, colourful etc) and 2. relatively easy to draw.

I see a lot of closed/open species being made by very talented designers who have the capability to create something really out there in terms of a species design, but also being talented designers know that they have a specific market they have to appeal to. But you also wouldn't be so drawn into making a character based off the species if it were that unoriginal and unappealing, it draws you in, it works. If you want to see originality and something really out there in a species design go into speculative bio spaces instead.

[wrr000]

＂ｓａｙ　ｙｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｈｅａｖｅｎ＂

- Heimdall oneshot, this is actually a really short and cut scene from fanfic about my oc and him, but I wanted to show you guys a little bit of this idea, ik it's stupid, I wrote this for comfort

TO PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED SOMETHING: don't worry, I'm working on it!

Summary: gender neutral reader, there is a party in Odin's place, reader is REALLY awkward, reading mind is kinda an intimate and emotional moment (pls don't cringe)

Warning: Heimdall insulting reader, really short

Enjoy!

You walked in. You turned red as the heat from the hall hit you. There was a smell of alcohol and roasted meat in the air. People were drinking and laughing, sitting at tables full of food. Your friends were here, God of Thunder and his family and even Odin himself.

But you didn't care.

Your eyes were searching for one person.

The most beautiful Aesir.

From table to table, from one figure to another, you finally got him. He was leaning against the wall, alone, drinking someting from wood mug. He just watched the others having fun. As always. You knew he wasn't into parties.

Your face become more red and heart was beating faster. You were nervous.

You wanted to watch him for a moment longer. Tall, slender and relaxed. His golded brains shimmering in the light with his slight movements. And those amazing purple eyes.

Oh shit, he spotted you.

You nervously began to wrinkle your dress. New dress, especially for him. Because yes, you had a crush on Heimdall. At first, everyone was telling you to stay away from this asshole. And you tried. You didn't even had to try actually, he pushes you away the moment he opens his mouth. But when one day to manage to have a normal conversation (hard to say it was "normal", but normal for Heimdall) with him - you changed. Your feelings had change.

But you knew you never had a chance. He was a God - and you don't. Besides, he probably despised you, so why did you even try? And yet you... Tried. Impress him. Make him think that you're pretty. You came to that party for him. To spend time with your lover.

In and out. You took a deep breath. In and out. Breath, remember to breath.

You started to walk towards him with a little gentle smile. He knew that. Well, he knew everything, why you are here and what's up with that dress ("It was a stupid idea", you cursed yourself in mind). But you needed to overcome your growing feeling of embarrassement.

And there you were. Standing right in front of him, unable to speak. You started to panic. What's gotten into you today? "Say something", you thought, trying to collect words in your head and form a sentence.

"Struggling much with basic activity? I didn't know you couldn't even speak properly", Heimdall said, taking a sip from his mug.

"Well, yes, I mean no!", you finally spoke, "You aren't a big fan of events like this, hm?", stupid! Why are you asking this??? You talked about it before! Even without it you knew, everyone was talking about how unpopular at parties he was.

"Stop asking question when you already knows an asnwer. Be less stupid, please", he set his empty mug aside, "I know you wanna say something better, you've got your mind on me, after all".

You cursed yourself for being so messy and bashful around him?! You were an adult! You could fight, but not talk to other being? What was happening to you? And stop thinking so much!

"I'm just playing, sunshine. No need to be so nervous", a smirk appeared on his face.

You wanted to react somehow, but he suddenly take a few steps towards you, cutting the distance between you two. He was just about to step into your personal space. You slightly lift up your head to look at his face. You gulped.

"This dress isn't the best, but since you humilite yourself for me I won't embarrass you this time", well damn, you really should think less in his presence. Or maybe think more about why you love someone like him, yeah, it's worth thinking.

He took your hand. You were shaking, but still smilling at him, a bit less than before. You needed to play it cool and don't competely panic. Your back got hot and knees a little weak. You thought you are gonna faint. It was harder to breath in every second.

Heimdall was holding your hand, looking with those hypnotazing eyes right at you. And you could just stare and let him read your mind. That you find him interesting, smart, handsome and don't as bad as everyone said. His cheeks turned almost invisible red.

It felt like a heart-to-heart talk even you nor him said a word. And it was good feeling. You started to think. Maybe you had a chance? Maybe.. He likes you back? You didn't want to even think about it before. You tried to shut this idea down, but in that moment... He felt so close at hand. So close.

"You are so brainless", a laugh escaped his thin, red lips.

And, again to your suprise, he bowed slightly before you had a chance to react.

"But will you dance with me?", you gasped, didn't know what to say. Is it happening, really? Maybe you are dead?, "No, you're not dead. It's happening and you better say 'yes' to me, dummy, I won't ask again".

"I- W.. With pleasure", you finally spoke, still in shock, but very happy.

You couldn't stop smiling, hot-red faced. It was so unreal. You couldn't believe. After having eye on him for quite time - he's asking you to dance. It's must be either dream or Valhalla.

You allowed him to led you to the center of the hall. Everyone was staring.

But you didn't saw them anymore.

Your eyes were locked at Heimdall and only him.

When you were about to start dancing, he pulled you to him, grabbing your wrist. You could feel his warm body pressed against yours. Your both hands gently rested at his shoulders.

Then he whispered into your ear:

"The night is still young, sunshine and I really don't like your dress".

[woeswrites]

Fidus Achates

Capulus

To his team, Spencer has only ever been treated as an encyclopedia. Only when they're at a loss do they search through his pages. He is used and used, but is never once appreciated. Maybe that is what motivated him to seek a confidant. Someone who can sympathize with him and see him for what he truly is; a person and not just a machine spitting out facts (though he can do that too).

Or... Spencer Reid seeks out a therapist and realizes he has some boundary issues, to say the least

Pairing: yan!Spencer Reid x male!OC

Word count: 1,031

Notes: Don't expect quick updates to this. I'm a very inconsistent writer. Editing constantly

"Hello, this is the office of Dr. Ward, correct?"

A well-kept and most likely middle aged receptionist took a break from her string of typing to look up. The nameplate displayed front and center on her marbled counter read “Karla Thompson, Front Desk Representative”.

"You’re in the right place, name please."

She held a tight (yet appropriately polite) smile on her face. She didn’t appear displeased but it was evident she had a lot on her hands.

"Spencer."

The woman held eye contact expectantly.

"Oh right- uh, Spencer Reid". She punched in something before responding.

"It seems your new here. You'll need to fill out these-" Just before Karla could finish grabbing a stack of forms to drop on him, Spencer reached into his leather satchel.

“-Actually…” Reid slipped a standard folder labeled ‘WARD’ out of his bag and onto the countertop. "I filled them all out already.” The woman was a bit surprised but reached over nonetheless. “I can get pretty busy so I figured I would do all this desk work prior to coming in. It has been shown to save up to…" His words began to fade as he realized he was going off again. "Sorry." Karla nodded and opened up the manila casing. She seemingly glanced through the materials.

"You're lucky, our doctors have been running ahead of schedule today. Doesn't happen very often." She shook her head at her comment. "Listen, you'll need to head down to the last door on your left." The long acrylic pasted to her index finger directed Spencer toward the nearest hallway. "The doctor should be waiting for you in there." Spencer gave a curt nod as a formality.

Before he had even left the desk Karla was typing away again. The clacking was audible all the way from the nearly empty waiting room to the mahogany door inscribed with the name 'Malakai Ward'. Spencer lifted his hand up in a loose fist before rapping his knuckles against the wood. A muffled voice granted him entrance.

Spencer hadn't planned for the sudden wave of dark roast that hit his nostrils. It wasn't particularly on brand for a doctor's office, which he usually associated with more of a soap-like aroma, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't help soothe his nerves a little. Spencer was latching on to any bit of familiarity her could around here.

"Oh hello! Dr. Reid is it?"

"Huh?" Too entranced in his senses Spencer completely missed the figure standing in front of him. A tall caucasian male, approximately 27 years in age and 6 feet 3 inches in height.

‘Definitely young for someone in his profession, so there’s a high probability for an above average IQ.’

"Oh yes. Though, I would prefer if you just called me Spencer." Being addressed by that title in this situation felt a little odd.

"Alright, Spencer it is. It is very nice to meet you."

"Uh, yes, it is nice to meet you too Doctor." He was not the type to physically greet people like this, but he was unsure of exactly how he should be approaching this situation.

As a profiler, it’s not uncommon for Spencer to take in the appearance of those around him. In fact, it would be far more strange if he ignored the attributes of someone before him.

As such, all of the man's features were quickly being jotted down and stored in his mental files. Dr. Ward wore a brown curled haircut, a pair of metal-framed reading glasses, and some light stubble. His general attributes were pretty common, but a closer look reveals an amalgamation of attractive features.

Dr. Ward smiled and reciprocated the gesture. He definitely seemed more comfortable than Spencer during the interaction. The later retracted his hand in a calculated way (trying not to focus too much on the skin to skin contact) and stood awkwardly. "I believe I mentioned on the phone the reason for my reaching out to you."

"Yes, I believe you did. It's not every day that an FBI member contacts me after all." A polite laugh was exchanged as Dr. Ward motioned for the two of them to take a seat on his office chairs. "I remember finding it strange that you sought an outside professional instead of contacting a therapist whom you work alongside." Spencer took a seat on the surprisingly comfortable chair across from the doctor.

"Well, that was my intention really. I wanted to be able to speak to someone who wasn't affiliated with my... work situation."

"So, to my understanding, you have come to me in order to find someone who will listen-" Dr. Ward glanced down briefly to his notes before continuing “As you believe many of the people in your life are not willing to. Did I get that right?" Hearing those words out loud stung a little.

"It appears so..." Spencer adjusted his sweater vest at the collar.

"Don't worry, it is a relatively common occurrence in this field." The doctor offered a smile. "And I am more than happy to help you with that Spencer. You will always have my undivided attention while you are here."

Spencer's eyes widened slightly from the sincerity of the response but he quickly returned to his normal composure. This whole situation was more than embarrassing for the young wiz kid so it was comforting to know that someone wasn’t judging him for making this move. The opposite actually.

“Before we begin, have you ever had a therapist before me?” Spencer shook his head no. “That’s alright. I’m just going to briefly ask you some standard questions to help me further understand how I can best assist you throughout this process. Is that okay with you?” Spencer looked around the room for a second, gathering small bits and pieces as he did.

'Dog person'

'Hockey fan'

'Big on literature'

All of this information helped Spencer gather a better sense of who this person was behind his doctorate. It helped soothe his nerves a little knowing that, he too, was a normal person with hobbies, likes, and dislikes.

Spencer nodded, allowing the doctor to proceed.

"Alright, well lets get started then, shall we?"

[mhbcaps]

I was tagged by @miss--river @pinkyjulien and @wraithsoutlaws and this time I'm actually doing the thing I was tagged in XD thank you! If anyone hasn't been tagged yet, do it and say I tagged you - I mean it!!!!

OC INTERVIEW

🟦🟪 David Lozano & Viggo Day

▪ NICKNAME:

"Can call me V."

"What about that adorable nickname Heiress has for you?"

"Oh, yeah. Old lady I used to train with, she calls me Big Blue. What, you think that's cute?"

"I do, I love it! I'd call you that too but it feels like a special thing just for her. Like how your mom sometimes calls you--"

"Yeah, and this is Gogo, 'cause they never know when to fuckin' stop."

"That's me!"

▪ GENDER:

"Hell if I know! Just write down n/a. Or, no, write down "fun"! I'm not a boy or a girl, I'm fun."

"Could also write down "loud.""

"That too. And you're cis."

"Yeah. That's the one where you stuck with whatever they wrote on--yeah. Cis male."

▪ ORIENTATION:

"Oh, I like anyone who's got muscles and looks good doing manual labor. Like, all strong and sweaty. No, seriously! Not everyone looks good like that. Like, V does, but Sanctuary--our friend Sanctuary--wouldn't. They're hot too, though. Is it weird to say I'm attracted to anyone who looks like they can provide for me? Or like, kill someone for me. I wouldn't want them to, but... y'know."

"...Right. And I like men."

▪ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY:

"Ah, shit, I always get confused by this."

"Nationality is your country, so we're both from the NUSA."

"Right, and ethnicity is like... your culture?"

"Yeah, without getting too complicated. So you're Mexican."

"Little bit of Italian, too. Had a Nonna when I was a kid. Been dead a long time, though."

"You're depressing them!"

"You're about to make it worse. Go on, kid, tell us about your family."

"They don't need to know the sordid details. My dad was Chinese, but my mom's family and the clan raised me, so I'm closer to Mexican. See? Not depressing at all!"

▪ HEIGHT:

"My heels are deceiving you, I'm only five-two."

"Five-ten."

"Ooh, so close to six."

"And you're nowhere near it."

▪ STAR SIGN:

"Misty keeps tellin' me and I forget every time."

"You're a Capricorn, and I'm an Aries. You know both our symbols have horns? Oh, new tattoo idea!"

"I'm down."

━

▪ FAVE FRUIT:

"Have you ever even eaten a fruit? Like a real one?"

"Kerry gave me a mango, one time. It was okay. I like the fucked up little strawberries we have here more."

"Oh, I love those. Yeah, strawberries for both of us."

▪ FAVE SEASON:

"I love summer, but the heat makes me really sick if I'm not careful. So spring, I guess. Before the temps get too high."

"Winter, I think. Quieter in winter."

▪ FAVE FLOWER:

"Poppies! Look, I even have them tattooed. I adore poppies."

"Roses. No reason, I just think they're pretty, I guess."

"That's a reason!"

▪ FAVE SCENT:

"Hm. What's the scent you use, V?"

"Sandalwood. Dunno what that is, but it's what the lotion bottle says."

"Okay, then sandalwood."

"Really?"

"Well, I like a lot of smells, but you're what came to mind first."

"Man, now I don't wanna say mine. 'Cause it's not whatever you're wearing."

"You don't like my perfume?"

"It's not bad, it's just not my favorite. I like vanilla."

"Ooh, vanilla is good. Especially when it's all warm."

━

▪ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

"This one roasts me all the time 'cause I like brown sugar in my coffee. Like they don't put syrup in theirs."

"Okay, I do not roast you. I just have to point out that it's weird. Every time."

"See?"

▪ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

"Oh, I sleep like a rock. Usually at least 6 hours, but I'll nap during the day, too. Especially when it's hot out."

"Not many."

▪ DOG OR CAT PERSON:

"Cats. Glad they're starting to make a comeback."

"Me too. Some areas that my clan would camp in had a feral dog problem, so I've never liked them. I haven't met many cats, but they've all been chill."

▪ DREAM TRIP:

"I'd love to visit somewhere tropical. Someplace with a clean beach and nice water. Or somewhere snowy. Doesn't Japan have both?"

"Fuck if I know. I'm not really into traveling these days. Seen enough of this planet."

▪ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH:

"Oh, this is a funny story. V and I used to live together in this horrible little one-room apartment, and I had to get rid of my mattress because something chewed a hole in it, so V let me share his bed until I could get a new one."

"Couldn't let you sleep on the floor. Would've been eaten alive by the roaches."

"It was still really sweet of you. Anyway, I guess he got used to having me there, and after I got a new mattress and went back to my bed, he kept getting more pillows until there was a human sized pile under the blanket."

"How do you know it was 'cause of you? Maybe I just like havin' a lot of pillows to choose from."

"Okay, okay. Sure. If that helps you sleep at night."

"Nah, my sixteen pillows help me sleep at night."

"Wait, shit, they were asking about blankets, weren't they?"

▪ RANDOM FACT:

"You say one about me, and I'll say one about you."

"Hm. Gogo has a degree in mechanical engineering. Or most of one, right?"

"Well, we don't really have degrees, but I was working on my specialization when Augie got registered and we went static to take care of him. So, yeah, close to a degree. I would've had a special patch on my jacket and eventually been part of the logistics team."

"You ever regret not finishing?"

"No, Augie's more important."

"Yeah. I get that."

"Now, a random fact I know about V, is his favorite meal ever is fried polenta and spicy sausage."

"Yep. I'll never turn that shit down."

"And I like it 'cause it reminds me of cooking in camp with my clan. It's good stuff."

"Yeah."

🟦🟪

[bulletproofbanditsorbust]

Bulletproof Bandits, chapter 2

Feb. 8th, 2023

Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley

Word count: 2173 

Warnings: smut towards the end

Summary: russell and dylan just got out of a sticky situation by the skin of their teeth, but now it's time to report to Robin. how will it go?

A/N: hey so i deleted the original post and i lost the caption i left here like a dumbass but who cares, nobody reads these anyway

Dylan was wrapping up Russell's wounds, while smoking a cigarette.

"Can I have a drag?" Russell asked.

Without saying anything or stopping what he was doing, his friend offered him the joint.

"Thanks." Russell breathed smoke that filled the air of Dylan's room.

"You're so stupid…"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're so stupid", Dylan repeated. "Everything went to shit when we separated. You know what happens when we split up! Have you ever watched a horror movie?"

"It's not that we split up, I lost sight of you!" Russell retorted. "I turned around for one second and you were gone!"

"I was trying to- ugh, whatever. I don't really care. What matters is that I found you just in time." Dylan pulled out another cigarette from the packet and lit it up. "Besides, how's your stomach doing?"

"Not great, my dude." Russell had his palm pressed against it, which made his hand all sticky with congealed blood.

"Hmm. Lemme take a look." Dylan delicately moved Russell's hand aside. A small, black hole about three centimeters above Russell's bellybutton with red stains around it was presented in front of him. He breathed in through his teeth. "Yikes. That's bad." He commented. "But since it's you, it's gonna be healed in… I'd say… a week and a half?"

"Oh, good." Said Russell. "And what am I supposed to do until then?"

Dylan shrugged. "I dunno. Jerk off."

"Hah, good thing they didn't take out my good arm then."

They both laughed.

"C'mon, stand up." Dylan prompted while picking up another roll of bandages. Russell obeyed.

Russell's body was slim, but muscular. His pale skin was decorated with freckles all over, like tiny specks of glitter. Dylan couldn't help but think that he would've loved to kiss Russell's little blemishes. Every single one. Just like the sun kissed his skin.

Dylan sighed. Unfortunately he didn't have the time to fantasize over that, because he had a job to do.

Ten minutes and two other cigarettes later, everything was done.

"There we go. You're as good as new!" Exclaimed Dylan, admiring his work.

Russell stretched his back. "Thanks, dude."

"No problem. I am your personal nurse at this point." Dylan threw away the cigarette butt out of the window, then picked up the two bullets that were left on the desk. "Guess we don't need these anymore-"

"Oh, no no, keep the bullets!" Interrupted the redhead.

"Huh? Are you starting a new collection?"

"Uh… yeah, maybe."

Dylan was perplexed, but gave the bullets to Russell anyway. "Russ, you're a weird dude, y'know?"

His friend smiled. "That's why you like me!"

Dylan laughed. If only you knew. "Yeah!" He gave Russell a pat on the back.

"Anyway, I think you should wait until the heat on you goes off before you head home. Wanna crash here tonight?"

"Absolutely!" Responded Russell, without hesitation. "What's for dinner?"

"Uh… Roasted roaches I think."

Russell shrugged. "I've eaten worse."

That night, Russell slept unpleasantly. He would always toss and turn around on the bed, and when he finally caught some sleep, the visions would plague him.

Russell was in what seemed like an empty lab. Lights out. Running for his life. Someone - or something - was chasing him, emitting horrible guttural sounds. For the first time in his life, Russell was scared.

The full moon casted its light through the large windows. The boy looked behind him. He couldn't make out what was there, just a big shadow of what he thought was a disfigured man, with jaws of darkness.

A roar. Russell picked up the pace, desperate to find a way out of that maze.

He turned left, in a long corridor, then right, then left again. An emergency door in front of him.

Out of breath, Russell frantically tried to push the door.

It wouldn't budge.

Shit.

The steps and screams grew closer.

Shit.

The creature appeared at the end of the hallway.

Shit!

The monster charged at Russell, who was completely still, squashed against the door.

Their eyes met.

The mutant snapped open its fauces.

A scream.

Russell woke up in a pool of sweat, hyperventilating. Tears of terror were escaping the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, fuck…" The boy got up and rubbed his temple, wondering if he screamed in real life too. Judging by Dylan sleeping soundly by his side, the answer was no. Then again, Dylan could sleep even if there were cannons going off right by his ear.

"Dylan?"

Snoring.

"Dylan!"

Still no response.

Russell sighed, as he left the bed to go home.

Later that night, Russell was climbing into his hideout. A modest shack, built over some rubbles, with a sea view.

When the boy opened the door, he was surprised by a cat’s meow.

“Oh, you’re still here, Mr. Whiskers! I thought you were long gone!” Russell kneeled to pet Mr. Whiskers, a gray striped cat, who responded by purring. “Lemme get you something to eat.”

The redhead then started rummaging through cupboards. “A-Ha! Tuna and peas. Not bad for a midnight snack.” He then proceeded to empty the cat food can on a filthy plate. The cat promptly jumped on the table and started meowing insistently. “Hold on, hold on, lil’ guy, we’re gonna have to share.” Russell split the slop onto another plate and gave it to Mr. Whiskers, who gladly accepted the offer.

“Mmh, pretty good!” The boy commented with his mouth full.

Russell finished his meal in a few forkfuls. “Well, I’m off to bed, lil’ guy, see you tomorrow!” He said, while caressing the animal who was still in the middle of eating.

That night, in fact, Russell did not sleep. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was scared to have another nightmare. He stayed up writing in his diary, listening to records and smoking on the roof. If he had night terrors while sleeping with his best friend beside him, he couldn’t imagine what his mind could invent to torture him while he was alone.

The sun rose once again over Rhinestone City.

At dawn, Russell was directed to Robin’s hideaway: an old, decrepit cathedral not too far from his house. The boy was excited: the thing inside his motorbike’s luggage rack could’ve been worth millions and a blowjob for all he knew, and he liked his odds.

“And you are…?” asked the slender guy at the refuge’s gates.

“C’mon, you know me, Peanut. I’ve been working for Robin for years now!” Protested Russell.

“That’s Miss Robin to you!” Peanut pointed an accusatory finger at Russell’s chest.

“Hey, you two!” A voice came from inside the cathedral. “What’s goin’ on?” A big man with an eye patch came out.

“Oh, Brute! Can you please tell your friend here that I have something very important to deliver to your boss?”

“Hey, Russell! Come in, Come in! Ignore Peanut, he gots the brain worms!” Brute pointed at his own head and rotated the finger. He gave Russell a pat on his back. “My sister is waiting for you…”

Finally, Russell walked in.

“You’re late.”

Robin was sitting on an upholstered chair, dressed in latex and fur. Her long legs, fit in a pair of thigh-high boots, were crossed over. Her waist-length pink hair styled in a braid. Her voice, clear and deep, echoed throughout the structure.

“I apologize, Miss. Things got… heated and in the way. It won't happen again.” Russell had a way with words, when he wanted.

“Mmh-hmm” Robin took a sip of her red wine. “It’ll be better for you. Now, give me the package.” She beckoned with her hand.

Russell punctually walked through the central nave of the church. He looked around: the stained glass windows always fascinated him. The pack was small but quite heavy, so he had to carry it with two hands. He couldn’t wait to get it off him: the injured shoulder was starting to hurt.

“Here you are, Miss.” Russell extended his arms to Robin, who slowly collected the parcel. She opened the wrapping with a decorated letter opener.

“Oh yes… You’re finally mine.” She sighed. “Do you want to see?” The woman invited the boy with a gesture of her hand.

“Uh, sure.” The redhead went behind her shoulder, to take a look. “Oh, wow.” He was left breathless: it was the most beautiful knife he’d ever seen. About twelve inches long, iridescent blade, with a dragon engraved on the handle, nestled with little jewels. Russell instinctively reached out with his hand.

Robin stopped him. “Don’t touch it or I’ll kill you with it.”

Russell grinned. “It would be an honor, Miss.”

She looked at him in the yellow eyes, caressing his chin. “Hm, you’re such an asslicker, Russell.”

A shiver went down the boy’s spine as Robin pronounced his name.

“So, uh… About that promise…”

“Of course, my dear.” The woman smiled. "Billy, Brute, stay on guard. Russell and I… have to discuss important affairs."

Before he knew it, Russell was on a filthy mattress in the back of the chapel, half naked making out with the woman of his dreams.

Robin was a lady who didn’t waste any time: not even after five minutes, she jumped on top of Russell, reached down the boy’s pants and started to jerk him off; gently, at first, then with a more consistent rhythm.

Russell moaned in pleasure as he bit her neck. Her hand went faster.

“You like that, bitch boy?” Robin whispered in his ear. “You want to cum for me?”

“Uh-huh...” Is all what he managed to say.

Robin was going so fast on Russell her hand was a blur. Russell was a moaning and twitching mess. He was almost there.

But at the very last instant, Robin let go.

The sensation that Russell felt at that moment surely wasn’t what he expected. The heat building up in his crotch, ready to spill out, just… didn’t come, leaving a stinging sensation of disappointment. He wasn’t sure if he completely disliked it, though.

Without letting him catch a breather, Robin shoved Russell’s face between her legs. He immediately started licking and sucking furiously, like a dog in heat.

“Oh, yes, yes… Good boy!” Robin grabbed the boy’s hair, who proceeded to whimper and go faster in his task.

In between pants and moans, Russell grabbed her thigh with one hand, and placed two fingers inside her with the other. This will make her go mad! He thought, while concentrating his tongue on her clitoris, tracing small circles. He felt the grip on his hair getting stronger: he was doing a good job.

Convulsions, heavy breathing, yelps of pleasure: it went on for almost twenty minutes. Russell was afraid that his jaw would fall out, but it was worth it. He could’ve gone on another hour if he wanted.

Finally, Robin’s insides felt tighter around Russell’s soaking wet fingers. She almost crushed his head in between her thighs from the orgasm. Again, for Russell, it would’ve been worth it.

Russell pulled out his fingers and licked all her juices. A good boy always cleans up after himself.

With one last sigh, Robin let go of his hair. Russell climbed Robin’s body, kissing her until he met her lips with his.

"So… what's my next mission?" Russell wanted to know, while he tied his leather pants.

Robin was adjusting her fur coat. "Oh, I got a big one for you, this time. You're going to Liberty City."

"Liberty City?! Isn't it where all those rich, spoiled freaks are?"

"Yes, but I have a nice ring there. The knife you delivered me today came from the city too, before those bastards snatched it away from me."

"But how am I gonna make it? The place is filled with pigs armed to the ass!"

"I believe you are very resourceful, Russell. You'll figure it out. It's better if you get backup, though."

"What's in it for me?"

"Fame. Glory. Half a million gold pieces. Anything you want."

"Can I have the dragon knife?"

"No."

"Oh."

Robin unlocked the door. "You have until the day after tomorrow to figure out a plan. "

"The day after tomorrow? But I'm a wreck! I got shot twice! I need to wait to heal before going!" Russell complained.

The woman hesitated. "Fine, but wait no further than your healing time. The money for the knife will be delivered with the same method. In the dumpster, this evening."

"Roger that."

They walked to the altar together.

Robin pulled out a small box from a chest and handed it to the boy. "Here. Protect this with your life."

Russell accepted the new package, nodding.

Back home, Russell put the object of his new mission on the wardrobe. He sat down at the foot of the bed, pondering it while lighting up a cigarette.

He couldn't help but wonder. What's inside the box, and why is it so important?

[daisyvramien]

CALLING ALL STAR WARS FANS:

🌟 Ahoy, fellow intergalactic wanderers! 🌟

Listen up, because we're about to blast off into a Star Wars extravaganza like no other! That's right, folks: May is right around the corner, and you know what that means: STAR WARS MONTH, BABY! Time to dust off those lightsabers and channel your inner Wookiee roar! 🚀✨

Now, hold onto your R2 units, droids and x-wings, because I've got some stellar news for you all. I'm gearing up to host a cosmic cavalcade of Star Wars themed Dungeons & Dragons adventures on my Discord server throughout the entire month! We're talking small D&D dungeons, epic games, mind-bending challenges, one-shot adventures, and even a full-blown campaign. And hey, if you've got your own original characters (OCs), you're in for a hyperspace treat!

But before we embark on this epic voyage through the stars, let's lay down some ground rules. Buckle up, because we're going full throttle into the Rulebook of the Jedi!

No Binks Allowed: Harassment, racism, homophobia, or any other form of discrimination is about as welcome here as Jar Jar Binks at a Sith convention. Let's keep it classy, folks, or you'll be banished to the swamps of Naboo faster than you can say "Meesa in big doo-doo".

Use the Force and common sense, Not the Dark Side of the Dice: When it comes to decision-making, let's rely on a healthy mix of common sense and Jedi wisdom. No using the Force to steal your fellow players' snacks, and please, for the love of Alderaan, don't try to mind trick your way out of every situation. Play fair, or face the wrath of a thousand Force ghosts (joking, just a very annoyed DM)!

Punch It, Chewie!: This is a celebration of all things Star Wars, so feel free to unleash your inner smuggler and spice things up with some banter, references, and good-natured roasting. Just remember: Han shot first, and if you can't take the heat from a little friendly ribbing, you might want to rethink your allegiance to the Rebellion.

Don't Be a Sarlacc: In other words, don't hog the spotlight! Everyone deserves their moment to shine, so let's share the spotlight like a band of merry Ewoks sharing a roast Porg. And hey, if you find yourself feeling a bit too much like a Sarlacc, maybe it's time to pass the torch to your co-pilots and let them take the helm for a while, or even dm your GM (yours truly).

So, if you're ready to join the Rebel Alliance (or maybe even the dark side – we don't judge), send me a DM or drop a comment below to reserve your spot on the Millennium Falcon of fun! Let's make Star Wars Month one for the holocrons folks, and remember, May the Force be with you, always! ✨🌌

[sassykattery]

Twisted Pleasure

Well well well, I have come to present a threesome that doesn't involve my favorite two demons. Well, one of them is in it but now I offer a new player in the game.

Pairing: DiavoloxAltaira(oc)xMephistopheles

Synopsis: Mephistopheles stumbled upon a secret party and found himself joining in.

A/n: this story doesn't exist within the universe of Altaira's fic.

NSFW, obviously.

CW: voyeurism, threesome, spit roast, m! receiving oral, f! receiving penetration. afab! OC uses she/her pronouns.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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It was another one of Diavolo's grand ideas, to have everyone come stay at the castle for a sleepover.

Of course, when it came to Altaira and Diavolo, after they started dating, the sleepovers turned into them wandering off when it was late to have their own party, and they usually weren't seen again until the early hours of the morning, and it was to sneak out to grab refreshments while they were holed up in the prince's bedroom. No one questioned it, because it was those two, one being their ruler and the other being someone all seven pined for, but there certainly were some unhappy brothers grumbling about it.

However, one such demon was conned into coming over who didn't know about this regular occurrence, and so when Mephistopheles realized the prince and the human went missing, he piped up.

"Where are Lord Diavolo and Altaira?"

Asmo snickered, causing Mephisto to raise an eyebrow.

"Why don't you go find them?" Belphie replied with a smirk. "Surely they don't want to miss the movie we're about to watch."

Mephisto rolled his eyes and left the sofa he sat on to do so.

Even Lucifer cracked a smile. "He'll regret that," the eldest sneered.

He wandered the halls of the castle, looking for any sign of the two. The demon was actually becoming annoyed with his task, and was about to give up when he heard some rustling coming from a little ways away. His ears perked up, so he followed the direction of the sound.

As he drew closer, there were voices too, a bit more distinct. But what really got Mephisto's attention was the sweet scent trailing from the same direction. It was familiar, one that he regularly tried to avoid and keep out of his head.

"Unnnhh, Diavolo, yes, right there," she whined out.

Mephisto nearly tripped when he passed by the door he heard that from, eyes wide. Quietly, he turned back and the door was slightly ajar. It was Diavolo's study, and there was a steady round of thuds that sounded in conjunction with feminine moans.

"Oh Diavolo, don't stop," Altaira cooed, obviously in the throes of ecstasy.

"I love you so much," Diavolo called back to her, his voice tight with pleasure.

Mephisto was initially disgusted, but when he heard Altaira moan out again, a whine percolated in his throat, but never dared to fully vocalize. Aggravation swirled in his chest at how she could make him so weak, just a mere human, worse yet, who happened to be fornicating with the Demon Lord himself.

The demon found himself unconsciously palming at his erection over his pants as he listened to her sweet sounds, leaning his back against the doorframe. Furious, but still needing the stimulation, he rubbed harder, hoping either to lose interest or climax, whichever would get him to leave.

"Oh, yes! Yes! I'm cumming!" She wailed, her sweet voice raising in pitch and intensity. Mephisto could hear how she fell apart, her sobs the most illustrious music to him.

He hissed as he felt himself get close, and one hard recoil of his elbow accidentally sent the door swinging open.

"It seems our audience finally wanted to make himself known. Mephistopheles," Diavolo called out calmly.

Mephisto barely turned his head to the side, acknowledging Diavolo had spoken to him.

"You know, it's rude to abandon your guests during a party you're suppose to be hosting," the purple-haired demon retorted.

"Is that what you're really upset about? Or is it that you want to be the one making her feel so good. Why don't you turn around? Hm?" Diavolo more or less demanded.

Slowly, Mephistopheles turned and saw Altaira on her knees atop of Diavolo's desk, looking at him over her shoulder. Her shirt open, pants and panties strewn across the floor near the desk. The two were on the side of the desk, her side profile perfectly in view. Diavolo was behind her, still obviously connected. His arm was stretched beside her, palm on the desk. His coat was laid on a chair, shirt sleeves rolled up and slacks still on.

Diavolo murmured to Altaira, leaning close to her ear while looking at Mephisto, "What do you think, darling? Should we let him have a taste? I know he's been dying to know what a human feels like."

"If you don't mind sharing, I don’t see why not," she purred back, also gazing at Mephisto with a lusty haze across her eyes. "Come here," she beckoned with her fingers.

Without thinking, Mephisto approached, and it was only when he was much closer he realized what he was doing. He held up his finger, "Now wait, this is most improper. I can't believe you two would so shamelessly–"

"Either give me your cock or shut up and leave," Altaira growled. Diavolo smirked.

"You'd best do as she says," the prince added.

Mephisto glared down at Altaira, wondering how it was a human could command him so. He wanted to obey her every word, make her pleased. Stopping at the edge of the desk, she turned ninety degrees to fully face him, her hands working at his belt and zipper.

Altaira freed his cock from its confines, mostly hard and dripping with precum already. She dropped lower to take the head into her mouth, licking the precum and teasing with her tongue around the edges.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hand coming up to grip her long blonde locks in it while she began taking more of him in her mouth.

Diavolo repositioned himself behind her and slid back into her cunt, making her moan against the cock she sucked on. The prince's thrusts made her take more of Mephisto's cock, stuffing it further and further down her throat. He was large, but not nearly as Diavolo's was. Her throat constricted around his member, making him breathless as she gagged on it. His hand pulled at her hair, making her pull off for air, before pushing her mouth back on his cock and beginning to face fuck Altaira.

"You're so hot, baby. Look how good you make him feel," Diavolo cooed to Altaira. She then looked up with her beaming shadow blue eyes, making Mephisto's heart twinge.

"Isn't she amazing," Diavolo purred, watching her every move. He started pounding faster, and her head bobbing increased in speed as well.

Her whines and moans only furthered Mephisto's pleasure, making him groan as he watched her beautiful lips roll across his cock. Her hands came to rest on his hips, allowing him to fuck her throat how he saw fit. His own hand caressed her jaw, a gentle gesture that wasn't unnoticed.

Tears pricked her eyes, but when his gaze wandered her delicious body, he saw how she began tensing up, eyes rolling back. A sob sounded in her throat as she came undone before both demons, causing both to release into her. Mephisto held her head in place as his cock throbbed, ropes of his cum shooting into her throat. Curses fell from his lips as he watched her swallow each drop mindlessly. She shuddered as her own release was still climbing in intensity. He stayed still, watching her cum with his cock still in her mouth, and lord was it a sight.

Diavolo moaned, feeling her walls gripping onto his cock like it was the last thing she'd ever do. His own cock pulsed, painting her walls in his release. It was only after the prince relaxed, breaths evening out again that she fell limp onto the desk.

The prince smirked and looked up at Mephisto. "Go on back to everyone else and enjoy the rest of your evening," he ordered.

After Mephisto put himself back in order, clothes straightened out, he left without another word, racking his brain for what just happened. He took his time returning to the common room where everyone was, hoping to calm himself.

Once he made his appearance, immediately Satan looked over at him, smirking deeply. "Oh? Did you find them?"

The rest of the brothers briefly glanced over at the nobledemon.

Mephisto scoffed and found his seat to watch the rest of the movie. But it took all of two seconds that the others noticed a familiar sweet scent coming off of Mephistopheles, causing them all to bristle with contempt and jealousy.

Oh no, Mephisto didn't quite come to regret finding the pair as the eldest Avatar had suggested earlier that evening. It was the regret of knowing he'd never have the opportunity again to fuck the human exchange student that he so pined for as well.

As for Diavolo and Altaira, neither were seen until early in the morning. Mephistopheles happened to be getting water from the kitchen when Altaira sauntered in, wearing a red satin robe and black slippers. She pawed through the pantry for a few snacks, and when she turned to see the nobledemon standing there, she gave a sweet smile and walked off without a word. He groaned, rubbing his face into his hand, wondering how he'd ever get over the infatuation, now that he'd had a taste.

That was Diavolo's twisted pleasure after all, teasing others with what they couldn't have.

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[lampadarietto]

Hi!! I was wondering since you write character x OC AND tadc stuff, that maybe you could write something (either headcanons or a oneshot) of Jax and my OC, Cosmic?

Cosmic was an OC I originally made as a joke to be shipped with Jax, but man I don't think it's a joke anymore lmao— Anyway, so here's some info on Cosmic for ya!

Appearance - Cosmic is… quite literally white. Like paper white. However, Cosmic is in a process of abstracting (he's hanging on by a thread), so he has black and grey spots that he covers up with black tights as well as gloves (he hates wearing gloves). He has black hair and blue bangs along with blue eyes. His hair is shoulder length, and his bangs almost cover his eyes. He wears a blue sleeveless turtleneck/bodysuit with gold accents like stars and planets.

Mannerisms - Cosmic is rather composed and quiet, maybe even a bit shy. They tend to sometimes freak out about things that aren't all that important, and they tend to bottle up their emotions. However, other than that, he's usually pretty nice.

Relation to Jax - Cosmic (called Comet in the real world) and Jax were lovers back in the real world. Soon, Cosmic had found that [REDACTED] had been "ignoring" their texts. The last message they got from him was about the headset. The rest of it was a blur, and now Cosmic is in the circus.

That's it I think :3

Please take your time if you decide to write this!

Okay so i love this oc!Reminds me of mine even if the designs are different!!!:3

This can be also read as a x reader ;3 im honestly thinking of removing oc x canon because as much as i live writing it i have a hard time trying to involve both an oc and try to make it something you can read as a x reader so that everyone can enjoy it ;(

✮Im super convinced that when someone enters the circus, they forget some- if not most- of their past memories.Like their name for example and things they did before using the headset.

✮Jax probably forgot almost all of his past memories, the people he loved the most included.

✮If you asked him something along the lines of "did you have a sibiling before the circus???" he would'nt know the answer

✮"Did you have a partner??" he can't remember, sorry!!!

✮ If you happened to be his partner before the circus and somehow enter too, he probably wont recognize you.

✮It would take him alot, aloooot to even think it might be you.Plus he'd probably bully you on almost every occasion he gets so that makes it even harder.

✮When he starts to feel something familiar, that's when it kicks in.

✮like what???why are you so familiar???your mannerism???the way you talk???who are you????

✮it's like he met you somewhere.

✮So, he decides to be sneaky.Try to be 'nicer'(bullying you in a softer way) to try and discover why you're so familiar.He won't tell you thats his objective, though.

✮Probably would ask things about your life before the circus, try to see who you were, you know?

✮When he finally gets that you're someone he used to love he'd probably make one of those shocked reaction pics i will put below at the end of the post.Doesnt matter if it's infront of people he WILL do a goofy face because of how shocked he is

✮Might break into your room just to talk to you about it

✮When you confess how you thought he was ignoring you after buying the headset, he kinda feels bad.

✮Laughs at your appearance unless you roast him back (he will act as if he's super offended if you do)

✮Even if he changed alot after entering the circus, he sometimes still gives signs of his 'old self' still existing.

✮Im super duper convinced that he won't just start a relationship again with you, if that's what you want.You will have to wait for an actual relationship with Jax, let alone a friendship.You never know what he's up to, even after knowing him for more than a year!

✮Also, the fact that he changed also counts.Get used to his new self, embrace it!Then, after that, you two might talk about dating again.

hed probs make these goofy faces genuinely for no reason or do them sarcastically when bullying people

[abysskeeper]

🎂 and 🌽 for Nox!

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

Between first meetings and how she actually is? Nox is a walking contradiction, mainly because she's awkward and incredibly uncomfortable meeting new people (especially without Lux). At worst, she comes across as blunt and brusque because she has no filter and will deliver truths and observations without thinking of her wording. She rarely ever means harm by it, but she's accidentally insulted enough people by now that when she's meeting someone new, she over-corrects for it by hardly speaking at all. Thus, she usually comes off as quiet and pretty aloof.

In actuality, once she warms up to someone (or they warm up to her), she's pretty friendly and an over-excitable nerd. She could talk shop all day about magic...or history...or the arts...or engineering...literally anything, really, and she does quite enjoy sitting by the fire with a glass of wine and swapping stories (and maybe a light bit of roasting each other).

Also, she's a horse girl. Not that she ever shows a dislike of animals, but I don't think anyone would ever expect to see the whip-smart elven wizard start squeeing and cooing over a horse. (I learned Elturian mages often learn how to cast on horseback, slotted that trait in, and suddenly everything about her made sense).

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

Nox likes acts of affection, they're a touchstone for her to determine if someone actually likes her or not. She is not, however, an incredibly physical person. She's not opposed, she freely accepts hugs if she's close to someone (and romantic partners get a total pass...she loves hand holding and cuddling), and usually knows when to offer one when needed, but it's not her first go to and she's usually not the first to initiate.

To make up for that, Nox is an acts of service person. Long day and you look tired? She's doing your chores unprompted. You look like you're having a bad time? She's assisting with what she can, and if it's something she can't help with or you don't want to talk about it, she's chattering away about whatever comes to mind. If it's especially bad, she'll grab her sketchbook and take requests. One of the WIPs I want to write with her is how she interacts with all of the companions after first meeting them: she winds up sending each one a small, illusory butterfly after each companion encounters their "bad day" (starting with Wyll and his punishment from Mizora) as a means to say she's here for them. If they want to talk, she's willing to listen. If they don't and just want something pretty to look at for a while, that's fine too.

Which is to say, she receives in the same way...and it's absolutely the reason Gale wins her over entirely by just making sure she eats every night even when she misses dinner and always agreeing with her whenever she wants to help people (among some other things related to the "companion questline" I'm devising for her).

[princessasmosprincess]

Hazel

I want to write something on Lisette and Kallios in the future so let me introduce you to another member of their household.

Hazel, she/her, Demon of Envy. She has a fox tail that is the same shade of purple as her hair that fades into black on the end and antlers like a Siberian deer.

Hazel has been working for Kallios' family since Kallios was very young. She's older than him but not super significantly, their age difference is like that of a child and their teen babysitter (which amounts to thousands of years since they're demons). She has a few younger siblings, and she viewed Kallios as family as well, she was deeply affected by his death.

When Kallios became the head of the family, he threw himself into his work, partially out of necessity since he had to do a lot of political work on his own, which meant fewer parties would happen at the estate. He didn't need very much staff around the house so he dismissed them or sent them off to work for his extended family, but he kept Hazel on as his housekeeper.

She's friends with Barbatos and takes any advice he gives. They might have tea together once a decade and chat or they might spend time together during a ball when their masters take on the role as hosts, but most of their interaction is when they cross paths briefly at the market.

Hazel isn't a full time RAD student but she will occasionally take a limited offered course to learn something new or attend a special lecture, especially anything taught by Barbatos. She has very powerful magic but not quite to Barbatos' level, which is one of the reasons she looks up to him and respects him so much.

Personality-wise she's on the quiet side, not because she's shy, she just only speaks if she has something to say. She can be opinionated at times, and a bit uptight and a perfectionist. Some might call her an ice queen but she is actually very affectionate to those she cares about. If she doesn’t like you, that's a you problem, she is a great judge of character which is why she and Lisette got along right away (not to mention how she clicked with Adamas pretty quickly too). She's very no-nonsense and isn't afraid to put you in your place if you're being dumb.

Get to Know My OC questions:

1. She loves tea of any kind and she's usually takes it black to enjoy the flavor. She also likes hot chocolate.

2. Favorite flavor: She doesn't prefer one over the other, in the meals she cooks she wants the flavors to all be complimentary so that's what she likes.

3. Favorite food: Roasted Black Tapir

4. Favorite meal: Breakfast

5. She doesn't dislike any foods or flavors.

6. She can tolerate spicy foods fine.

7. Favorite animal: Bats

8. She wears a black silk nightgown with lace trim to bed.

9. Before she was with Adamas she slept mostly on her back, but now she's always the little spoon.

10. She's a morning person.

11. Hazel is a heavy sleeper, once she's asleep she's out.

12. On a rainy day she'll open the curtains and listen to the rain and probably sit down with Lisette to enjoy some tea and mending clothes.

13. She'd never admit it out loud but her favorite scent is the smell of her husband, Adamas. She'd probably say the scent of freshly washed laundry instead.

14. She smells clean with a little hint of floral, maybe lilac.

15. She likes baths when she has the time for them.

16. Hazel is an amazing cook and she's always swapping recipes with Barbatos.

17. She likes late spring, early summer, for all the fresh fruits and vegetables and flowers.

18. Her favorite holiday is the Devildom's New Year.

19. She prefers giving gifts, it's a control thing.

20. Hazel is 5'4/162.5 cm

[oneirataxia-girl]

I've given Mari some attention lately so now it's time for Kenji! Gimme Relationships Ask Game prompts 1, 2, 7, 8, 9 for the most fashionable blacksmith in the Four Seas, the Grand Line, and the New World pls!!

pls don't say that abt Kenji he's already cocky enough as it is -- too late he's already puffing up like a peacock lol

1. What is your OC's relationship to their family - biological or found?

so with Kenji's biological family, it's very much his entire reason for staying alive -- of course solving mysteries and learning new stuff is cool too, but he's on the seas because he wants to find his family: his pa, his older brother, and his sister. he's alive now because Pa shoved him into the underground passageways he usually wasn't allowed to step foot in and told him to find his siblings, because his pa and older brother taught him the skills he needed to forge a living, and he still has his kind heart because his sister was there to pull him from going down the path his brother did. the irony though, is that Kenji doesn't remember any of their names, he remembers that he used to call his older brother Bolt and his sister Sissy, but those are just nicknames his younger self gave; he calls his pa well, Pa so he doesn't know his name either. but Kenji knows that when he finally finds them, he'll know that it's his family.

as for the Strawhats, I like to think of Kenji's place in the family as a son on the younger side. he, Usopp, and Franky are often the shared targets of Nami's punches because they get excited and loud whenever one of them makes a breakthrough in their project. He is also definitely a menace in prank wars (pls pray when he and Luffy team up, there will be no escape from Kenji's glitter bombs);. At the same time, Kenji prefers to let other people make the tough calls, he doesn't shy away from giving his opinion on a topic he's invested in. He expects people to at least listen, which the crew usually does and he really appreciates it. all in all, Kenji doesn't hesitate to put his life (and more importantly, his creations) in the hands of his crewmates, and he is certain that Luffy will become the king of the pirates <3

2. Does your OC act differently around different people?

usually, he doesn't. it's Kenji's belief that if people don't like him when he's true to himself, then they're not an ally he would want anyway. the only exception is when he meets his brother during the two-year timeskip

7. What type of friend are they?

the kind that'll roast your outfit to the high heavens if he doesn't think it goes well with you (and help you pick out a new one), the kind that's always ready to join you on your latest dumb adventure (and records it with a den den mushi for later) with, and the kind that hypes himself up out loud and realizes you're also there, so he hypes you up, too

8. How loyal are they?

loyal enough, I think -- not Zoro-level devotion, but Kenji doesn't hesitate to call someone out if that person is doing something to harm his loved ones; he might not outright order them to stop, but that's just his way of asking people to do stuff. it's this odd sense of commitment that's gonna tear him apart later in the story 😈

9. How far would they be willing to travel for a loved one? What would it take to convince them?

I mean... the entire reason why Luffy found Kenji at Axe-Hand Morgan's is because he's trying to steal the map so that he could negotiate for a ship to take him to the Grand Line. there is literally nothing that could stop Kenji from scouring the world to find his family, the same would be true if any of the Strawhats needed him to find them, he'd only stop for a moment to grab supplies before dashing out the door tbh

give me a number + oc and I'll tell you about that oc's relationships!

[theonlycitrusprince]

I would like to ask, if you don't What would your Evolnation Ocs think about my TWST Gardevoir Masaki midorimiya

(Thank you for the ask!)

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How my Evolnation OCs think of Masaki Midorimiya

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [Deyece Dew] ࿐ྂ

As you enter the Botany Club, you see the person you were looking for which is "Deyece Dew", because you're here to interview him about the Idol Masaki Midorimiya. You walk up to him to introduce yourself, he turns to face you and listens along with what you need to say.

"So you want to know what I think about Masaki Midorimiya? This is kinda bad timing cause I'm currently in the middle of making new poison for the Botany Club.. But it's alright, I'll answer." Deyece starts to think, tapping his foot on the floor. He hums and finally gets his answer, "He's a talented young idol, extremely passionate in what he does as you can see from his dancing, which is really cool in my opinion. Through his dances, you can see his emotions, true emotions, he can convey them well through a dance rather than words. As I've heard that he can be blunt." He faces away from you as he takes out the poison vial and places it on the table.

"I appreciate how blunt he is, he isn't the one to use white lies and tell the people the truth, but probably the truth comes off a little too harsh, but I respect that. I also heard he accidentally roasted someone, and I think that would be the harsh part of how blunt he is." Deyece explains as his hands are opening the vial and placing it on a little plate for experimenting and making a new solution. "Though I have never talked to him, I have seen him multiple times during Idol competitions and seeing how he interacts with his peers." He further his explains his answer.

"Like as I said he's a good kid just trying to go through HSA as an Idol. By no means being blunt and a little naive is bad, but I heard he gets misinterpreted a lot." He continues on with sigh, "As a producer, I worry about Idols who get misinterpreted as something they aren't, it can really mess up an Idol's reputation. An Idol without fans is like a Leader with no Followers. Your fans make you the idol, and that's why I'm worried about his career if Peko's fans continue to misinterpret his personality."

"That's all? Alright thank you for coming to interview me." Before he continues on his experiment, you ask him another question. "You wanna know where the Chiyoko Celeb is? Hm.." He hums as he thinks. "He is either in the big tree big tree sleeping- Yes I meant inside the tree.. Or he's in the Practice room that was assigned to us." He informs you.

As you leave he waves you goodbye and goes back to making a new poison.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [Chiyoko Celeb] ࿐ྂ

As you look for Chiyoko, you go check the big tree and there he was, up on the big tree taking a nap, you call out to him until you finally woke him up and got his attention.

"Hm..? Oh! Hello there! I didn't think someone who isn't Dewwy could find me. Did he tell you where I was?" As you nod, he giggles as he sees you under the tree. You yell to him about how you wanted to interview him, "You want to interview me? Of course! Wait- Let me come down, it'll only take a second." He slowly starts to float down to the ground, finally making his feet touch solid ground.

"Chiyoko Celeb at your service, what can I do for you?" He smiles at you softly as he tilts his head. "Oh! You want to know what I think of Masaki Midorimiya? Sure!" He speaks enthusiastically, as he's never been interviewed and is ready to give his honest answers.

"I think he's a talented kid, there was this one time I was walking to my practice and I saw him dance. I think he really shows a lot of emotion when dancing, you can definitely see how passionate he is." He say, showing how he really admires Masaki for his talent.

"But I have never interacted with him, so I can't really form strong opinions. But I'll never understand why some people dislike him, I think... It was the reason for being blunt?" He thinks, unsure if the reason he's disliked was for being blunt. He thinks a little more until he snaps his finger, "Oh right! Yeah he's generally disliked by Dorm Leader's fans because of how 'Cold and Blunt' he is." Before he continues, he catches his breath.

"But I don't think it's that bad. I just hope that maybe people will come to like him more, what makes an idol is their fans, if people will continue to dislike him for the wrong reasons, he'll lose his purpose of being an idol.. Which is to Entertain" He says to you with a slight frown on his face.

"Will that be all? Alright! I'm glad you came to me for an interview. Oh and before you leave..." He turns back towards the tree and flies up, clearly looking for something. "Alright I found it!" You hear him say up the tree, he comes down and brings you a flower crown. "This is for you! I'll me to put it on you- Oh wait you have a leaf on your hair." He plucks it out before he places it on your head. He smiles seeing you wear the flower crown he made. "Alright bye bye! It was fun meeting you!"

He waves you goodbye as you take your formal leave. You finally have the answers of Deyece Dew and Chiyoko Celeb. You leave satisfied.

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(OMFG HIIIII THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! My first ever ask about my OCs, I thank you so much for wanting to know how my OCs think of your OC Masaki Midorimiya)

Character's used/mentioned:

•Masaki Midorimiya (@missputotyra)

•Deyece Dew

•Chiyoko Celeb

•Peko Chunya (@fumikomiyasaki)

•You the reader <3

[arwenofcintra]

Part 1-

Aemond x oc Aenyra

Feasting was a common pass time for Targaryen Royalty. Copious amounts of gourmet and traditionally prepared foods would be scattered across the tables. Hundreds of each dish dotted around the feasting hall for all to help themselves to. Golden chalices at every seat, and twenty cup bearers or more pouring gallons of wine and ale per hour into thirsty Lord's cups. And most of all, the prized hog roast with a juicy apple shoved into it's juicy mouth.

The tournament was an annual event that almost every Targaryen child had taken part in at least once. If not by choice, it was by force from their proud parents. Or cantankerous Grandsires. Either way, every year, two Targaryen Dragon riders would enter the tournament and leave with one of the two prizes; A Golden Champions circlet, or a damaged pride. It seemed Aenyra's brother had claimed the latter.

Along the head table, Aenyra was sat in between her sister and Aemond. She seldom sat between anyone else, it was either Aegon or Aemond and she favoured her younger brother over her elder by far. Helaena was sat back into her chair as she sighed heavily.

"How are you coping dear sister?" Aenyra wandered as she rubbed Helaena's shoulders. Aenyra was one of the few people she didn't mind making physical contact with.

"The days grow long... But I'm so tired." Helaena complained.

Aenyra placed a kind hand atop her sister's. "Soon we'll leave this terrible affair, and I'll help you to your bed. I'll make sure the pillows are better than those shit Western ones." Aenyra assured her sister who smiled and nodded in response.

It was convenient for them to spend time with eachother in their chambers, a stairwell passage connected the two from Aenyra's room on the top floor to Helaena's room the floor below. In the recent months, Aenyra had been coming to her sisters room rather than the other way around so Helaena would not over exert herself in these late months of her condition.

The main course was brought out on platters as the bellowing clamour of dishes being laid down onto tables through out the Great Hall. Until, the centerpiece pig was heaved from the kitchens and brought before the King's seat on his table. The servants laid the pig down with an admirable stability. Revealing the honey-roasted meat in all its glory.

They began carving slices off and placing one each amongst plates of the head table. Aenyra received a well roasted and crispy slice. She began to tuck in alike everyone else in the hall already had. Letting the honey and the succulent meat melt into her mouth.

Aenyra looked up from her silver plate slightly bent in the corner, likely due to clumsy servants dropping them. She didn't care for it though, it was something to eat off not look at.

Her gaze was strapped to a surly man of his middle age. Small bags had begun to grow beneath his soft oaken eyes. Practically glowing against his light skinned profile. It belonged to Sir Hilldan of House Redwyne who approached their table. Stationing himself opposite Aemond's seat with a courteous bow.

"Open your pockets my Prince." Sir Hilldan withdrew a small sack from his right pocket. Suitable for his right hand. "A fair bet is a fair bet."

Aenyra focused beside her onto Aemond who had a cheeky sort of smirk plastered across his tight jaw.

He opened his hand to retrieve the sack. Hilldan handed it over jangling with what must've been coins is it flattened down against his palm.

"What is this bet for brother? You're skint." Aenyra joked with a voice laced with confusion.

It was true, Aemond scarcely had money from donating it to Aegon's whoring fund. Not that he had much choice anyway.

Ser Hilldan chuckled at her remark before explaining the cause.

"Princess, your brother bet on your win. He too, won." Hilldan explained.

God's, he bet on me? Aenyra was filled with the utmost shock at this news. She'd never expected Aemond to bet on her side, yet he had just received money for it.

Aemond turned to face his sister, a small smile still tackling his usually straight face. His one brown eye glinted in the bright candle chandeliers surrounding them all.

"I knew you'd win." Aemond stated confirming what Hilldan said.

Hilldan bowed again before speaking goodbyes. Freeing himself to now go and fill up on meat and ale.

Aenyra grinned as she turned back to her plate and ate a bite of one of her roasted parsnips. As the food warmed her mouth, her neck was also greeted by a sudden warmth of what could have only been breath. Tickling the baby hairs beside her ears as soft words gripped her attention like a dog to a bone.

"Only you would ever win dear sister, you deserve the victory as much as my Lo-"

Before Aemond could finish, loud music erupted in the hall and the Dance of the the night commenced.

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Carlssrighteyee

[procrastinatorproject]

So, I was just mercilessly roasted by @regionalpancake, and it reminded me that I had opened tumblr a couple hours ago to write a post about the exact same thing she roasted me about -- but then I was good and put tumblr away because i need to do SO MANY UNI THINGS 😱

But now that it's come up again, I'm gonna just write this and then get back to Productivity™

Basically, I have this huge collection of semi-finished, mostly plotless Star Trek: La Sirena whump stories. And I do mean huge! On the order of 200k+ words, in fact. None of which I ever intended on sharing, because it's all daydream-adjacent and OC-centric (because my daydreams are pretty much exclusively self-inset. 'tis how the brain rolls, and always has).

If I ever wanted to share any of them publically, first of all, it would require a whole bunch of editing and/or added context to gloss over the parts where you'd need about ten years of daydreamt worldbuilding to understand what the fuck they're even talking about! And even with that smoothed over, there is still the issue of having a non-established and somewhat non-descript original main character, which can really put people off. And while I primarily write for myself and only secondarily for my friends, if I put something out into the world for others to see, I do wnat it to be semi-decent, so I do think about these things a lot.

But I've been rereading these stories, and goddamnit, there is some excellent writing in there! And some of it has already showed up in some of my main feed fics, but a lot of it hasn't, and actually, I really want to share it!

So, now I'm faced with a conundrum, because my choices basically are:

Only slightly edit the existing stories to smooth over the bits that really need additional context to make sense to a reader who hasn't lived in my head the past decade, but otherwise leave them as-is

Only take the best bits and pieces from the existing stories and create new original stories out of them that feauture canon characters (or maybe one or two OCs but make them fully-fleshed characters by including the required establishing passages to bring new readers on board)

Search-and-replace the OC with a canon character and do the required editing to make it work.

And I'm honestly torn 😅 Because I've been attempting approach 2 over the last few years, and nothing has been happening. Approach 1 is the "Fuck it, I write for myself and have a right to archive those stories, too!"-attitude I aspire to, but it's also fucking scary 🙈

But coincidentally, I was re-reading one of these stories earlier, and my brain kept going "Hm. If you shuffle these characters around a tiny bit and then make Agnes the main character, you'd only have to do some minor editing here and here for it to work really well for her, actually 🤔"

And just now, when I lamented to Pancakes that I really want to write more Agnes, her devastatingly accurate reply was: "Just search replace some of your whump with Agnes! That should fit, right?"

(Which... There is a reason I identify with Agnes so hard it makes it difficult for me to actually write her 🙈🙈🙈)

So yeah. That's what I've been mulling over this fine November day.

Serious question: Would you read a story that is fairly clearly marked as "OC main character with minimal establishment" if it containted characters and tropes you enjoyed? Or is that a huge No-no for you?

And second question: can you tell me why you feel either way? Is it nice to have a more-or-less blank slate to slot yourself into? Does it feel too personal if you suspect you're reading a writer's self-insert, whether they confirm it or not? Do you not care as long as the characterization of canon characters and the whump are good? Is it "I'm going to fanfic so I don't have to do the hard work of connecting with new characters"?

And if it were a properly established OC, i.e. not just "this person exists, already slotted into this crew, don't worry about it", but "this fully fleshed-out character has a backstory and a history of how they met these characters and they will be introduced accordingly" (like, say, Xyr in A Night at the Opera), does "OC" still make you think "must be self-insert and thus must be shit?" 🤔

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi! Can I request a Chrollo x Fem!reader, (btw they aren't together) a Chrollo x Fem!reader where the reader is a silent strong person, she has this deadly strong Aura around her. She's mostly silent and sometimes trys to distance herself from the others, some try to they close to her but she always ends up making herself drift away and gives them the silent treatment. The reader is a member of the phantom troupe but before she joined she was in another criminal organization. So someone ends up joining the troupe and it turns out to be a girl that the reader knows, the girl (you can give her a name) she was also in the same organization as the reader. And when the reader saw her she was ANGRY like seriously A N G R Y, she was literally so done with her and started roasting her, the girl wronged the reader in the past for YEARS and the reader started to fight wit her, and literally beat her up and then ran away and wondered off somewhere where she was having a mental breakdown😨

Btw if you don't want to do this or you don't feel comfortable doing it, feel free to ignore it!!!<3

Hi, thank you for the ask! This is really specific (almost feels like an oc?), but here's a few ideas for this specific reader. I changed a few things in terms of how I characterize the troupe, so it might not be exactly to what you would think, I hope you still enjoy it!

Chrollo with a fem!reader who gets angry at a new troupe member

To start off, with you being so distant, "a silent strong person" some may describe, it might hurt the troupe dynamic a little bit. For example, though Feitan and Machi can seem like this as well, in the end they are extremely loyal to the troupe and will at times let loose around their friends. If you aren't like this, some may question if you are part of the troupe for your own gains similar to Hisoka. Of course, some may argue in the group that it's normal to have differing views or goals within the spider, however some that have strong loyalties to the troupe or Chrollo specifically might say otherwise

Either way, if Chrollo takes any interest in you near the beginning of your life as part of the troupe, he may try to get you to open up to the rest of the team. He might start off with small talk at first, then try to learn more about you as time goes on. He wants to make sure you know that the troupe is supposed to work like your family now that you're part of it. Besides, how is a spider to move without all the limbs cooperating?

This is why even when Hisoka betrayed the spiders in Yorknew and Nobunaga at first tried to kill him, Chrollo stopped him and instead told him to "shut up" before questioning the magician about his work with the chain user. Either way, know that Chrollo won't do much about your distant nature however might want to assure you that your safe with them

Another thing to note is that if you are part of a criminal organization, it depends where. If you were part of the mafia, he may hold some prejudice against you, even some of the troupe members (manga readers should understand what I mean by this). Meteor City doesn't take the mafia very kindly anymore, and letting one join the ranks is enough to raise some tension within the group. Just be aware of this if anyone throws snarky remarks to you

Then a new member joins the troupe at some point (this is not going to be canon at all if we think in terms of the current members) and he notices you tense up as Phinks introduces them. The new member, also part of the organization, is a young girl by the name Castille. She notices you as well and also tenses up.

Then the arguments start. Before Chrollo is able to diffuse the situation you're hurling insults towards her and then soon fists start to fly. The girl, who had wronged you in your opinion, is not an enhancer and cannot take your blows easily. Soon, they are left bloody, on the ground, and without conscious.

You run off before anyone can stop you. Hours go by with you crying in your own space before Chrollo appears. "C-Chrollo, how could you let one of those people in? They made me feel like trash for years," you started.

"We come from a junkyard, it shouldn't be news to you that we allow anyone to join," Chrollo responded. He does look like he holds sympathy for you, but at the same time it feels cold when you meet his gaze. "How is a spider to function without all limbs working together, y/n?"

You can't tell if he's trying to comfort you or berate you for your actions. You know that the rules of the troupe are absolute, there's not exceptions to letting anyone in. Besides, it's not like those rules came from nowhere. The troupe's laws are meant to be a sign of respect to the beliefs in Meteor City: "We’ll accept anything you leave here, but don’t ever take anything away from us."

Chrollo gives you some more time to yourself, telling you to come join them at the main room for details on the next mission whenever you're ready. He expects you to respect all of your teammates, even those that you may hate.

[jackiesarch]

— OCS AS SUPERNATURAL CREATURES

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— WITCH

You are a witch! With witchcraft and magic, witches have the ability to cast spells with power that cannot be humanely comprehended. The spells can be in any form, whether it's words, a formula, or even a ritual practice. Besides this, witches are always curious, always eager to learn something new, whether it's about themselves or about the universe. They may not be the biggest fan of crowds, or getting together with handfuls of people, but they are drawn mentally, emotionally, and spiritually towards animals and nature, and aspire to uncover the life hidden beneath it. Though, as much as they seem to be cautious of their peers, they will do whatever it takes to protect those they love and those they care about. And, dare I say, they are big risk-takers!

— GOBLIN

You are a goblin! Scattered across the most foreboding mountains and deep in the darkest mines, exist some of the most malicious, dangerous, and evil little creatures known to folklore, just waiting for an opportunity to steal your most precious belongings. Goblins aren't exactly what you would call a "human’s best friend." They each have their own powers, depending on the type they are, and their abilities are demonic, only meant to do harm instead of benefit. If you got this result, you're either really mean to people and don't realize it, or you're just super boring and weird. Or, maybe, you're a cool person after all and you just made a few mistakes on the quiz! No worries! :)

— FAIRY

You are a fairy! Depending on the type, fairies come in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Above all, they resemble the typical human physique. Fairies are beautiful, energetic, magical creatures. They have unlimited abilities, depending on the type they are. Some can make flowers bloom, others might be able to talk to animals and become friendly with them. To conclude, fairies will do whatever they can to make their peers happy. If you have a fairy friend, you're in luck! Don't take them for granted. But also remember to not be too oblivious! Some fairies can be tricksters!

— WEREWOLF

You are a werewolf! Being one of the most well-known supernatural creatures in history, werewolves are human beings who have the ability to transform into a wolf-like beasts under a full moon. Gifted with heightened senses, werewolves, even in human form, roam around with keen smell, eyesight, speed, and hearing. Besides this, werewolves are powerful, fascinating creatures... always determined to get what they want, and knowing how to fight their ways through difficult times. They are beasts of strength, confidence, leadership, and are loyal to those they love and admire. The best of the pack, if I say so myself.