#also drawing her tattoos inspired me to work on my own ocs tattoos again so ty for that <33

[thesorcerersapprentice]

Ooops realized I should have sent that ask to your writeblr so here it is again. Please tell me as much or as little as you'd like about your OCs' clothes. What does a typical outfit look like? Who is fashion conscious and who dresses out of necessity? Pictures welcome :)

Haha, hi @avrablake! Thanks so much for this ask. If you haven't met Avra before, they're writing a gripping speculative fiction novel entitled Beyond The Darkness, a prequel to Beyond The Darkness entitled Nightshade, and more! Go check out their Writeblr Intro!

As usual, I'm going to be answering for the two main characters of my work-in-progress, The Sorcerer's Apprentice: Valeriano (the mysterious, ageing sorcerer) and Altaluna (his unworldly apprentice). I've gone back and forth on the entire aesthetics of the project several times, but I think I've got it down now, so here goes!

✦ VALERIANO: A boho maximalist to the core, 90-year-old Valeriano dresses to impress, confound and mesmerize. That means multiple rock-star-style rings on each hand; multiple tattoos, including a tarantula tattoo either on his forearm or hand (I haven't fully decided yet); scarlet, velvet dressing gowns in the morning; an assortment of carved and engraved walking sticks for every purpose (including some NSFW walking sticks which I will not discuss here for reasons lol); oversized, black fur evening coats; an infinitude of embroidered robes of various deep colours (also used as evening coats); designer sunglasses; handmade shoes (particularly, suede & velvet imperial loafers. His favourite pair are red, and almost all of them have red lacquered soles); an assortment of tailored suits (corduroy, velvet, wool); silk and wool scarfs; silk handkerchiefs (which he tucks into his front blazer pocket for added style); multiple shawls, including woollen ruanas; and, white t-shirts for when he's staying home or feeling casual. Basically, cross The Last Lovers Left Alive, Crowley from Good Omens, and Steve Tyler from Aerosmith with David Attenborough, and you're starting to get the vibe. Valeriano is always the best-dressed man in the room, and his signature opulent style serves to reinforce his social status. #He's your cool granddad from hell #the devil really does wear Prada #HauteFae

✦ ALTALUNA: In ACT ONE of The Sorcerer's Apprentice, 26-year-old Altaluna is struggling, so what she wears on a day-to-day basis isn't really her primary concern. Her clothes at this point in the novel are practical: old jeans, plain shirts, t-shirts, etc. She's dressing principally to get by and not draw any attention to herself, as this usually means trouble. In ACT TWO this all changes when Altaluna goes to live with Valeriano. Before she leaves, she spends the last of her savings on clothes that will armour her against expectations that she is some uneducated, back-water peasant with no taste. And they do the trick. Valeriano and his entourage are taken aback when she doesn't turn up in muddy overalls. Over the course of this second act, Altaluna will strike a delicate balance between dressing to impress and dressing to not overshadow Valeriano (a deadly infraction). Her usual attire will be a mixture of sixties-inspired mini-dresses, fashionable peasant shirts, velvet suits, boots, heels, embroidered leather jackets (a safe choice because Valeriano values rebellion) and the occasional robe. However, she will steer clear from anything that signals she is a woman in her own right; nothing that highlights her sexuality or adultness. The more impressionable and naive she looks, the less likely she is to threaten Valeriano and incur his wrath. Finally, ACT THREE will signal a break from this measured calculation with bold, sexually forward looks (off-shoulder dresses, more plunge lines, etc.) that mark her emancipation. You can check out her mood board here.

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[omegatheunknown]

AEW Double or Nothing 2021

In which the spirit of WCW is alive in confusing and delightful ways and we are left to parse whether overbooking and extracurriculars are offset by having actually very good wrestling happening at the same time.

- Lessons learned from Revolution on the production side? Maybe just cool it on pyro, though the rappelling adventure in the Stadium Stampede showed some of that now-characteristic 'trust us it'll look better on TV' flair. Hot crowd tends to paper over most woes, and the crowd was pretty hot. My one gripe is that the casino theme is hanging around like yesterday's takeout containers. Nothing wrong with clinging to a theme, I just think it's time for season 2. My suggestion? Under the Sea.

*Pre-Card Serena Deeb (C) v Riho for the NWA Women's Championship (***1/2) - Serena Deeb's star has finally risen. She's a remarkably consistent technician and she can get a match out of anyone at this point. She's working at the level of Mercedes Martinez or Madison Eagles at this point, it's amazing that she was overlooked or considered fit only to be a coach for so long. With the NWA belt she has this new swagger, she's basically everything Tessa Blanchard might bring to the table with none of the downsides (Serena has a lot of friends and seems like a lovely person, even!) - Riho's back and here to stay. Her time in Stardom didn't do much for my evaluation of her, which is that there are many better wrestlers that would be better representatives of the joshi style and she's merely pretty good. - The match was very good. Serena showcased a champion's aggression against a sympathetic Riho, they really work well against each other, Deeb's technical prowess against Riho's flexibility led to a very dynamic finish.

*Main Card Hangman Adam Page v Brian Cage (***1/2) - Here the shenanigans start. Brian Cage is on Team Taz, Team Taz has nothing else much to do tonight, so why wouldn't Team Taz flex their muscles, bait us with HOOK, etc? (Because it would be nice to have some variety in the card in terms of a match where one competitor stands across from another competitor?) - Hangman is (checking notes) yeah, still over as fuck, as befits the Anxious Millennial Cowboy. Cage terrifies me, he's a child's drawing of a body builder. He do be very agile for a man of his immense musculature tho. They match up well, Page is biggish for a flyer, Cage loves to play catch. Nothing much to write home about, other than Hangman's beautiful moonsault to the floor and what was overall a very good curtain jerker. - Okay fine, I am curious about Cage's reluctance to lean on the goons, Starks can't come back soon enough.

The Young Bucks v Jon Moxley & Eddie Kingston (***) - I will not be referring to Mox & Eddie as (The) Wild Things because it gives me 'he calls it the wacky line' flashbacks for some reason. - The Bucks have to cheat and abuse Rick Knox's attention span constantly to be on even footing with Mox & Eddie, which is a clever sort of thing that gets washed out by the appearance of LG and Karl Anderson, which again, is cool in a vacuum but was the story of the evening. - Pace was weird - repetitive in eliminating Eddie, then Mox fights back, failed hope spot, Bucks team up, Eddie saves x2/3 in a row. - Mox, unlike Cody (in so many ways,) will probably actually be taking some time off with Renee, which is the kind of thing I would prefer not to know in terms of booking, but they really uh, put him down on the canvas here, and it felt pretty finale-esque.

Casino Battle Royale (n/r, but on the balance pro) - Any changes to the theme of the PPV would likely include changing up the nonsense suit format of these largely joyless slogs. - Obviously anticipating a NJPW talent, or... I dunno, actually -- Lio Rush was a surprise. Got in a quick demonstration of his otherworldly quickness, and you know what, there's probably a fun place for him in AEW. He'll need some friends, of course, feel like Team Taz might fit his temperament. I wonder if he was aware of the Mark Henry news... - Christian does not need to win this kind of match to get a title shot, obviously, but that said it was super lovely to use him to give Jungle Boy the shine. Jungle Boy would be a license to print money if he was even as big as Hangman. - Could register some continued griping about how Penta is not getting his due in AEW but he also literally was dressed as the Joker so I'm low on sympathy on this one particular night.

Anthony Ogogo v Cody Rhodes (*) - I did not like this. It's hard for me to read jingoism as a face move to begin with, and Cody's was egregiously tone deaf and kinda silly yet delivered without a trace of irony because Cody doesn't do irony on purpose, ridiculous neck tattoo aside. - Great argument to be made that Ogogo just isn't experienced enough to be winning matches against Cody. But like, what are we doing here? Cody needs to take some time off, maybe. I thought that's what was happening when he had his mini feud with Penta that really just ended in quick decisive Cody win. I though maybe Cody was being turned when QT and The Factory snapped-- sure, they're a group of impotent player 2s, but Cody is an out of touch elitist with a callous and manipulative streak. Alas, also no. America #1. - Cody is approximately 8 times as tough as Billy Gunn based on his weathering of the one punch man. Match ran a bit long given how little there was to go on. Cody gigged? Quelle surprise. - Cody had the best match on the card like, 3 out of the first 4 AEW events or something, and that was all booking and storytelling. I do hope Cody follows Moxley's lead into a little sabbatical.

Miro (C) v Lance Archer for the TNT Championship (**1/2) - Card's hossiest hoss match, a quick burst reminiscent of a car wreck. Absolutely hit on what it should've hit on but a little slow moving considering it went all of 10 minutes. - I will not complain about Jake the Snake, who I love. And also the gimmick spot, with Miro very astutely yeeting what was definitely a snake in a bag (surely.) back down the tunnel.

Dr Britt Baker, DMD v Hikaru Shida (C) for the AEW Women's Championship (***) - Picked up a lot of steam toward the end but seemed a little toothless (heh) until the last five. - Shida 'deserved' some more time as champion in front of crowds but also it's time to let heel Britt reach her peak, I can't even imagine how obnoxious she can be as the champ, it's going to be great.

Sting & Darby Allin v Ethan Page & Scorpio Sky (***1/2) - Such is the power of STING that I feel like I might be underrating this match... I mean it was an okay match about very simply getting some revenge and the sixty year old man did a very subdued Code Red and a slightly less subdued dive. He's also Sting. They missed an opportunity in calling it the 'Scorpio' Death Drop, but the main takeaway here is you see something like this where it's The Icon and you start to understand why WWE trots out their legends to come out of incredibly still kick ass without bending their knees. - The difference, I guess, is that Sting is absolutely being used to build up Darby Allin, whereas it's not like the fed brought back Goldberg and his attendant aura to pump up... anyone but Goldberg?

Kenny Omega (C) v PAC v Orange Cassidy for the AEW World Championship (****) - Off the top I have to say I'm very sad that the rest of the Galaxy's Greatest Friends were seen only very briefly, nice of them to bring OC's backpack. - Also have to point out that PAC's promo featured one of my favourite jokes, that Kenny must be short for Kenneth as a sort of legal/birth name belonging to a professional wrestler. (See also: Samoa Joseph) - And Mr Cassidy certainly did try in this match, ragdoll sells and all. Kenneth and PAC are absurd talents who bring aerial, power and technical maneuvers in equal measure and OC is not doing any of those on the same level, but he picked his spots, showed his genre savvy and hung in there to the point that he wasn't just the fall guy. - The extracurriculars continue in a match that was already a little overboard for silliness due to asymmetry... I think if you're the Invisible Hand it would've made sense to save up all your tricks for this match, but who am I to question the golden goose? - Sure, Kenny and Don ran the classic heel manager interference spot and taking out the ref in desperation spot but having to take out the ref because PAC wouldn't break the hold is fun, as is the stupid/inspired sense in running the 'smash opponent with the belt' spot four times so as none of your heavy gold prizes feel left out. (I love that AAA Mega Championship, they weren't on TV so we get to see it?) - "Fuck You, Don," indeed.

The Inner Circle v The Pinnacle in 'Stadium Stampede II' (***1/2) - This one had to grow on me for two reasons, first that it's usually pretty unforgivable to co-opt the main event spot from the championship match, and second to law of diminishing returns on dumb gimmick matches. - But grow it did. There's a full on meat locker? Commentary will refer to a cardboard cut-out of Shahid Khan as Tony Khan's father (that's canon now,) and Jericho will lovingly pat it? Konnan happened to be the DJ at whatever night club there is a Jaguar Stadium? Spears surrounds himself dramatically with chairs and his hoisted by his own petard? - Ultimately it comes down to letting Sammy shine. His involvement with the Inner Circle has sometimes come at the cost of being able to showcase that prior to AEW he was an ascendant talent in PWG, on his way to Ricochet level feats of acrobatic excess. Still feel like Sammy could've/should've been the one tossed off the cage a few weeks ago, but even better is being the guy getting the pin in the ring.

#aew #aew double or nothing #kenny omega #jon moxley #sting #chris jericho #mjf #Sammy Guevara #orange cassidy #PAC #hikaru shida #britt baker #jungle boy #christian cage #darby allin #ethan page #scorpio sky #hangman page #brian cage #miro #lance archer #jake the snake #cody rhodes #anthony ogogo #eddie kingston #the young bucks #serena deeb #riho #wrestling reviews #aew spoilers

[zabrak-show]

The Magnificent Twin Suns

A/N: Hello, omg this is my ObiMaul Magnificent Seven Crossover Fic. what have I done?!! Please do not hate me for this. I actually worked hard on it and honestly wanted to do more character work with all of the “seven” but ultimately, only ever wanted this to be a short one shot. 

This is an AU of AU’s which if you know the history of Magnificent Seven is fitting. (it’s a  remake of a remake of a remake) Which is also fitting of Star Wars being that it is essentially a remake of western films that were remakes of samurai films LOL anyway, expect much OOC weirdness and just whatever I felt like, OK! There is an OC, but she is mostly just filler as are the rest of the characters beyond Kenobi and Maul.

This was heavily inspired by one of my favorite artists on here @savagesleftarm​ Cowboy Art of ObiMaul  this art broke my brain and the aforementioned fic ensued. I hope you enjoy it and if not, go easy on me cowpokes. I am but a simple fic writer tryin to get by.

Also, because I obsessed over this for a week, here’s a playlist I made while I wrote this 😆 I made it to play on shuffle, but I’m not the boss of you, play it how you like if you like!

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death (no major character death, but still), Curse Words, Alcohol consumption, Cigarette smoking, Angst, specifically ObiMaul Angst

Word Count: 5.7K 

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The desert suns blazed unrelenting into the face of a crimson zabrak with intricate obsidian tattoos accenting his hardened and chiseled features including a crown of small horns. He brought his Colt Paterson revolver over his shoulder, still hot from the kill shot performed. Another bounty successfully tracked down and bagged. A half smoked cigarette hung from the zabrak’s lips, his face scowled from the smoke and the sun. Gunpowder, cigarette smoke, and death permeated the hot air. The zabrak took one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it down into the sand next to the dead body, the butt still slowly burning until finally it ran out of tobacco and paper to ignite, puffing out into a dusty pile of ash.

The zabrak holstered his gun and roughly wrapped the dead body in a canvas tarp and strapped it to the back of his pale grey horse, Scimitar. He mounted the horse and took off down the dusty path, hoping to get to Mos Eisley before sundown. The zabrak rode fast atop Scimitar, his black leather boots digging into the horse’s sides. His black jeans and black vest collected dust and sand that flew up from the horse’s galloping.

They rode for hours, until finally the zabrak pulled back on the reigns signaling Scimitar to slow down as they entered the Mos Eisley city limits. The city was still growing, with several buildings under construction around the edge of town. The main street area was bustling with different galactic species. Some native jawas and tusken raiders milled about amongst, rodians, weequays, twi’leks, and humans. Many turned to stare at the strange zabrak. His bright golden eyes staring straight ahead, not giving any mind to the civilians around him. He rode Scimitar up to a red brick building, dismounted and tied her to the hitching rail at the front of the building.

He slung the body over his left shoulder and entered the brick building with a calm authority to his every movement, a slight limp to his gait. He dropped the body at the feet of a weequay, leather brown skin matching his long leather overcoat. The weequay’s off-white shirt unbuttoned to show much of his chest; dark dirty jeans and mud covered boots, told their own story of hard work and life on Tatooine.

“Maul!” the Weequay exclaimed with jovial comraderiere, reaching out to grab the zabrak’s shoulder.

“Hondo.” Maul responded flatly.

“Eh, Money for blood’s a peculiar business wouldn’t you say?” Hondo pressed as he peeked inside the tarp and quickly obtained the credits for Maul’s bounty. Maul grunted in response as he stashed the credits inside his vest, and made his way for the door. 

Nighttime was approaching, the sky a painted medley of pinks, oranges and yellows as the suns dipped down past the horizon. Maul headed for the Mos Eisley saloon for a well needed drink and to look for his next job. He stepped into the saloon doors and headed straight for the bar.

The saloon was lively and most paid no mind to the ruby red zabrak as he sauntered into the establishment. A red Nikto sat at the piano playing a twangy melody, while animated voices and glasses clanging together filled up the saloon’s auditive atmosphere. The smell of old beer, must, and disappointment assaulted the zabrak’s nasal cavities.

“Whiskey. Neat.” Maul ordered the blue Twi’lek at the bar. She eyed Maul suspiciously and slowly made his drink and slid it down the bar to him. He took out a few credits and dropped them on the bar as he walked away to find a place to sit.

Maul limped to the back of the bar to sit in a small table by himself in the shadows. A light skinned bearded man with a brown cowboy hat, brown poncho, tan shirt and pants burst through the saloon doors, drawing the attention of most people in the saloon with his dramatic entrance. He walked up to a rodian at the bar and they had a quiet conversation, the rodian clearly uncomfortable by the man’s presence. In a flash, the rodian’s head slid off his body as a beam of blue light cut through his flesh. The man was wielding a lightsaber and the show stopping stunt had all but silenced the bar as the patrons all looked on in horror and shock.

“Jedi scum.” Maul growled quietly to himself.

The man having everyone’s attention, now spoke to the crowd.

“Greetings. I am Kenobi, a warrant officer in 3 systems and a licensed Jedi Peace Officer in 10. This rodian was a wanted criminal,” he held up a worn piece of paper with the rodian’s likeness on it. Maul squinted his bloodshot amber eyes at the man and slowly recognized who he said he was. It had been almost ten years and he almost didn’t recognize his old nemesis.

“Jedi. I have been waiting for you,” Maul spoke in a deep commanding voice as he stood and walked over to the man.

“I’m not sure I’ve made your acquaintance.” Kenobi said, barely acknowledging the zabrak.

“I am surprised you could have forgotten me so easily after I killed your boss and you left me for dead on Naboo.” Maul spat out at him. 

“It is you.” Kenobi replied in astonishment now looking directly at Maul.

“You may have forgotten me, but I will NEVER forget you.” Maul bared his teeth practically growling at Kenobi, before he stopped in his tracks, hand hovering over his holstered gun. Kenobi stared into Maul’s bloodshot amber eyes with his own ice blue eyes studying the movements of the zabrak.

“I have defeated you before and I can defeat you again!” Kenobi declared, his hand on his lightsaber hilt. Kenobi ignited the lightsaber as Maul drew his gun and took several shots, Kenobi blocking each one with fast as lightning reflexes. Several patrons yelled in terror at the commotion, but the dueling men paid no mind.

“I almost didn’t recognize you, but you’re still half the man in my eyes.” Kenobi leered at the zabrak. At once, Maul jumped towards Kenobi, firing his revolver until he was out of bullets. The Jedi grabbed the zabrak mid air and threw him to the ground, straddled his chest and held his lightsaber to his neck. Maul hissed and Kenobi put his full weight on the zabrak and turned his lightsaber off. To everyone’s shock and amazement, especially Maul’s, Kenobi began laughing hysterically. 

“Can I buy you a drink, old friend?” Kenobi stood up over Maul, extending his hand to help the zabrak up.

“You realize I still hate you with every fiber of my being.” Maul snarled at Kenobi as he rose back to his feet.

“Ah yes, ever dramatic as always.” Kenobi replied, putting his hand on Maul’s back and leading him to the bar. Maul growled quietly and drank with the Jedi despite his distaste for the devilishly handsome man. 

“Excuse me are you bounty hunters?” a strong feminine voice rang out from behind them. Both men turned to look at the short slender human woman speaking to them. Her brown hair was pulled back into a braided bun and she wore a plain light blue dress that hugged her torso in a worn-in way.

“No, we are not for hire. Move along.” Kenobi brushed off the woman.

“I have money. It’s everything I have.” the woman pleaded her brown eyes searching both men for some acknowledgement.

“It’s not enough.” Maul grumbled and turned back to his drink.

“I’m willing to give you everything I have. Don’t you want to at least hear what the job is?” the woman rang out attempting to appeal to the two rugged men.

“There’s a village. Not far from here. Peaceful folk. Moisture farmers, just trying to get by. The Hutts are trying to take our land out from under us. Killing innocent men, women, and children in cold blood in the streets.” she stated firmly, throwing a satchel into Kenobi’s hands. He opened it and peeked inside at the credits.

“Miss, you don’t need a bounty hunter. You need an army.” Kenobi responded as he threw the bag back into the woman’s arms.

“Missus. My husband was shot dead in the street by Jabba along with several other innocent civilians.” 

“So it is revenge you seek?” Maul inquired piqued with interest now.

“I seek righteousness as should we all, but I’ll take revenge.” she responded cool and stern.

“The Hutts you say?” Kenobi perked up a bit, “What’s your name Missus?”

“I’m Jade Abernathy.”

“How many folks are still at your village?” Kenobi inquired, leaning back onto the bar with his arms crossed.

“60 or so. These folks are farmers. Not fighters.” she clarified.

“And how long until Jabba returns to your village?” Maul questioned.

“He said he’d be back in 3 weeks 8 days ago.” Jade stared at them both as she spoke. Maul let out a chuckle and downed a shot of whiskey.

“Well we best get started then.” Kenobi declared. Maul almost spit out his drink at this declaration. Kenobi slapped his back,

“Relax, old friend. We will recruit some help along the way.”

“I am NOT your friend.” Maul shot back with a glare.

The next day the 3 of them rode towards a settlement to which Kenobi was privy, where an old friend would be camped out. They came up to an old sand hut and each dismounted their horses to have a look around. The smell inside the hut was putrefying and large flii buzzed around, fat from whatever death they’d been feeding on. Jade walked into a room where a decomposing body of a tusken raider slumped on the floor. She covered her face and ran out of the room gagging. A figure of a man appeared from the darkness of the hut.

“He was dead before I got here.” a deep booming voice reached out from the shadows.

“Mace is that you?” Kenobi questioned walking further into the room to try and see.

“Obi Wan?” The strange man stepped forward into the dim light. He was a tall, bald, dark skinned man wearing a tan shirt, brown vest and brown pants. The two men embraced without thought of the decomposing body next to them.

“How did you find me?” Mace questioned Kenobi.

“I acquired a tip at Mos Eisley.” the jubilant Kenobi responded. Maul stood back and rolled his eyes at the reunion.

“Jedi scum,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What’s the job?” Mace stepped back, taking a serious tone.

“Going against the Hutts to help out a farming community. Paying us everything they got.” Kenobi replied matter-of-factly.

“What are our odds?” 

“It’s suicide.” 

The team of three plus Jade made their way now to recruit their next team member. Another friend of Kenobi’s, who went by the name of Anakin. They entered into a small town, where a congregation of people surrounded a young togruta woman giving a show throwing knives at burlap sack dummies. She had orange skin with white markings on her face, blue and white Lekku instead of hair, and wore a maroon vest and pants. A drunk kel dor man stepped out into the area where the togruta woman was performing.

“Yes, you can hit a dummy. Where’s the real show? Hit something live.” he slurred and stumbled towards the togruta.

“Keep talking and I’ll show everyone how easy it is to take someone down.” she threatened.

“oooh I’m sure they’d all love to see it!” he declared raising his arms in a mocking gesture turning his back to her to try and gain favor from the crowd. The togruta reached for the knives stowed at her back and threw them with clean precision into the kel dor’s back immediately taking him down into a pathetic slump. The crowd gasped and cheered. 

A man dressed in all black, a scar running down his fair skinned face over one eye, walked around to the crowd with a hat extended taking payment for the show.

“Anakin?” Kenobi asked as the black clad man made his way around to them.

“KENOBI?!!” the man’s blue eyes lit up and reached out to hug Kenobi, nearly spilling his hat of money, “What are you doing here? How’d you find me?” 

“Well we are recruiting for a job. Who is your companion? I’m surprised to see you relinquish yourself to the sidelines like this.” Kenobi asked with a concerned look on his face.

“Oh that’s Snips, er Ahsoka. She saved my life. And I help her navigate the wild terrain of Tatooine. She goes anywhere I go.” Anakin explained.

“Well we’d be happy to have you both. We’ll need both of your skills for this job.” Kenobi smiled.

They camped out that night outside the small town where they found Anakin and Ahsoka. The night air was crisp and cool, insects buzzing while Mace built a small campfire. Maul laid out his makeshift version of a bed and propped himself up to attempt resting. Kenobi walked over to his spot and sat down next to Maul.

“I already question why I have agreed to work with the likes of you. Do not try to make it worse with meaningless banter.” Maul scoffed barely looking over at Kenobi.

“I mean no harm. I only wish to bury our past and attempt to start over.” Kenobi spoke softly and sincerely.

“Start over?” Maul ridiculed, “are you going to grow my legs back? Am I to bring Qui Gon back from the dead? We have a past Kenobi. We will never have a future. And I mean never.”

“Such a Sith.” Obi Wan laughed, “it doesn’t need to be like this. We both did what we needed to survive at the time. The war is over. Let it go.” he started to stand as he spoke and walked away from Maul, who growled at the Jedi. 

“You are such a pain in my ass.” Kenobi finished while shaking his head and walking to the other side of the campfire. Maul’s eyebrow ridges furrowed in anger as he stared at the dancing firelight in front of him. His body filled with rage and wanted nothing more than to kill the despicable Jedi, consequences be damned. He could not bring himself to do it, frozen to his small patch of desert. He hated the Jedi. He hated Kenobi more than anything. Yet, he respected the Jedi’s skills and combat techniques. The handsome and charming Jedi somehow infiltrated his way into Maul’s impermeable heart and that was what really drove him mad.

Jade sat to the side of both of them and watched the whole thing go down curiously. She gnawed on a dried piece of meat, before finally lying down on the hard rocky terrain to attempt getting some rest. The fire crackled and the soft hum of voices around the fire slowly died down as everyone decided to get some rest. Obi Wan took the first watch of the night, sitting atop a ledge and looking out into the darkness.

They packed up their belongings at first light to set out to find another old acquaintance of Obi Wan’s. Jade rode next to Maul and asked him about the Sith.

“Why don’t the Sith like Jedis? It seems like ya’ll are pretty similar.” she asked innocently enough, but it made Maul gnash his teeth together before responding.

“We are nothing alike. Jedi are fools and liars. They brainwash everyone into admiring them, and for what? For the power they claim they do not desire.” He scowled and spat the words out  in his deep theatrical voice. Anakin over hearing this, let out a big laugh and Maul whipped his head around to glare at the smiling young man. 

“I would be careful to make too much noise, Anakin.” Maul shot back at him and looked over to Jade, “This man took out an entire tribe of Tusken Raiders.”

“They were enslaving good folks, I did what I had to do to bring justice.” Anakin shouted back.

“There were innocent women and children that died at your hand. Was that for the good of everyone? Justice is merely the construct of the current power base.” Maul’s response was cut short by Obi Wan stopping the team with a fist up in the air.

“We are being followed.” Kenobi voiced quietly while everyone reached for their weapons. They were on a path surrounded by tall rock ridges on either side of them, everyone’s eyes darting around to watch for who was following them. A slender bald pale woman walked out beyond an outcropping guiding her horse on the rocky terrain. She carried a bow and arrow, wore tattered black and red form fitting clothes and had tattoos around her eyes and mouth.

“Quite a mix of strays I see.” She declared as she sauntered over, all eyes on her.

“Ventress,” Kenobi almost sighed out the words, “What are you doing out here?”

“I should ask the lot of you the same thing.” she suggested as she looked around at everyone.

“We are on a mission to drive the Hutts out of a peaceful farming community. Care to join?” Obi Wan asked the pale woman.

“Like you even had to ask.” she smirked.

“When did you become one of the good guys?” Kenobi questioned with a look of surprise on his face.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Kenobi. I’ll take any chance I can get at tormenting you.” she winked and mounted her horse now next to Kenobi. He rolled his eyes and they rode on down the dusty path.

They arrived at an old hut tucked away off the trail and Kenobi dismounted his horse to walk up to the two Jawas milling about outside the front door. They had a short conversation in Jawaese.

“You killed the old man who lived here?!” Kenobi asked them in astonishment. Suddenly, a green lightsaber flew through the air at the 2 jawas, cutting them down where they stood and then flying back into the hand of a short wrinkled green creature wearing torn furs and leathers.

“Left me for dead, those two Jawas did.” The old creature announced as he slowly walked towards Kenobi, dried blood covering the side of his face.

“Yoda, we are assembling a crew to take down the Hutts.” Kenobi cut to the chase and explained the mission to the small wizened creature.

Once Yoda was on board, they planned their initial attack into the town. Jabba was not currently there, but he had several of his cronies watching over the town so they’d need to carefully infiltrate at first. Then it would be a matter of days to train everyone there to fight back once Jabba did show up. The dangerous appeal of the mission was now starting to set into feelings of daunt and apprehension for everyone.

The team rode toward the town with everyone’s mind full of what their mission was as soon as they got there. It was late afternoon and the suns blazed onto the team of misfits. The air was arid and smelled of horses and nervous body odor. Kenobi and Maul rode side by side leading the group. Much to Maul’s bedevilment, as his body and face tensed up at the Jedi’s presence next to him.

“Kenobi.” Maul acknowledged him finally through grit teeth.

“Maul, don’t you think this is childish to still hold onto such a grudge?” Kenobi scrutinized the zabrak.

“I am unlike you foolish Jedi, sequestering your emotions. I was cast aside, I was forgotten, but I survived. Fueled by my singular hatred for you. ” Maul snarled at the Jedi.

“And yet here you are tagging along with us; some former and current Jedis and me, the bane of your existence.” Kenobi pointed out.

“I have my reasons.” he quietly retorted back and they rode on in silence for some time.

As they neared the town, the team split up and everyone besides Obi Wan took the back way into town led by Jade who knew the shortcuts and where Jabba’s infiltrators would not be monitoring. Obi Wan rode his horse directly into the town, it felt like a ghost town. Windows shuttered and barely anyone out and about. Finally, he reached the main drag and several armed beings; humans, twi’leks, and many gamorreans stood in a line on the street. The tall blue twi’lek spoke first,

“We don’t allow weapons in town. Check them in and we’ll return them after you leave.” he stretched his hand out, his long nails glinting in the sunlight.

“Of course. I wonder why it is such fine folks as you should be armed to the teeth when no one else is?” he asked as he reached for his lightsaber to hand over.

“We are this town’s protection against any outside force that wishes to bring harm to these townspeople.” the twi’lek responded looking agitated and spitting out a wad of tobacco as he finished. Obi Wan saw Ventress signal to him from on top of the building behind the men without letting them see his acknowledgement.

“That is not the story I am told. And not the story my friends believe.” Kenobi looked past the line of armed beings and they all slowly turned around to see they were surrounded. Kenobi ignited his lightsaber and cut down the twi’lek while Ventress shot several more from the rooftop with her bow and arrow. More Gamorrean guards rushed out into the street at hearing the commotion. Mace and Anakin shot several down narrowly missing getting shot themselves by a couple guards coming in from the sides. Ahsoka threw her knives at the guards in an instant hitting them in the throats and killing them on impact. Yoda and Maul stood on opposite sides of the street taking down the rest of the guards with calculated precision. As fast as it started, it was over, the warm air overcome with gunpowder, blood, and smoke.

Jade rode in on her horse, yelling for the townsfolk to come out of hiding.

“Everyone! Come out! They are here to help us!” her voice rang out as she rode her galloping horse through town. The townsfolk cautiously came out of hiding, looking around like scurriers expecting to see a rancor or other predator. Kenobi started to walk towards the congregation of people forming when he sensed a hidden Gamorrean under the wooden stairs to the bank building. He reached down and forcefully grabbed the Gamorrean by the arm to drag him out of hiding.

“You work for Jabba?” Kenobi shook the gamorrean in his hands and he squealed in response.

“You tell your boss if he wants this town, come see me. Tell him Kenobi sent you.” He instructed the Gamorrean who grunted in response and ran off with a squeal.

“These folks have assembled to help our town.” Jade’s voice rang out to the small crowd.

“The Hutts will be back in two weeks. How can we go up against them? We are simple farmers not warriors.” a distressed voice called out from the crowd.

“We are going to train you. Sleep well tonight. It may be the last good sleep you’ll see for awhile.” Kenobi answered the disembodied voice and a murmur of nervous voices rose in the air like steam.

The townspeople assembled at dawn to start training with the team of strange warriors. Kenobi had asked them to bring all their weapons and while many showed up wielding guns, axes, and knives, some only carried shovels.

“Oh good they brought shovels. I was worried about our chances otherwise.” Maul snarked at Kenobi, who tried to ignore the zabrak, but had to turn his head and hide his soft chuckle at the jeer.

The days were split up into different lessons. Tactical planning with Kenobi, short range shooting with Anakin and Mace, long range shooting with Maul, bomb building With Yoda, bow and arrow lessons with Ventress, and finally knife wielding with Ahsoka. 

The days were long and grueling. The townsfolk were not lying about not being fighters. Everyone’s patience was thin, but Kenobi couldn’t help but notice Maul’s steadfastness with the townsfolk. He was patient and kind, but not afraid to motivate them through controlled aggression.

“You have to hate what you’re shooting at!” Maul yelled out behind the line of townsfolk armed to shoot dummies.

“Maul you have quite the knack for this.” Kenobi later remarked to the zabrak.

“A knack for survival? Yes. I care nothing for these simple minded people. You must know that about me by now.” he scoffed.

“Yes, I think I am getting to know you quite well.” Kenobi raised an eyebrow and moseyed away. Maul’s already hot internal temperature went up and he felt flushed and frustrated from the small interaction.

The week went by in a flash. a day like any other, Mace rode back to town after his watch to alert everyone the Hutts were a few hours away. It was go-time. The children and others unable to fight were hidden in the basement of the general store. The shovels had proven useful after all and many of the fighters hid in trenches that had been dug to camouflage their location. There were mines and bombs set along the path to town to take down as many of the Hutt soldiers as possible before they were able to enter town. Ventress and anyone who excelled at bow and arrow or Maul’s long range shooting course were perched atop different buildings in town. 

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Kenobi swallowed his spit and it ran slowly down his esophagus seemingly snowballing into a hardened knot of anxiety until it settled into his empty stomach like a stone. He pulled the brim of his hat down to shade his face from the sun, and looked over at Maul. The zabrak’s golden eyes soothed him in an unexpected way, a calmness washing over him like drinking a warm shot of whiskey. A little intoxicating, but just the one did not dull him too much to think and respond clearly. 

Maul nodded at Kenobi as he rode Scimitar down to the trenches, a smile creeping along his face for no one to see. He thrived in the chaos and sensing Kenobi’s nervous energy brought him a small amount of joy. He checked in with the trenches and made sure they understood their directions and to wait for the signal. 

Jabba and his soldiers stood off in the horizon. Even from a great distance one could see the enormous slug-like nature of Jabba, laid out onto a big floating sled. He gave the signal and a line of soldiers on horseback ran towards the town.

“Steady, Steady.” Yoda’s voice rang out into the trenches. At last, Yoda gave the signal and shots were fired at the incoming soldiers. Once they reached the marked line of bombs Yoda pressed the lever and a giant boom deafened everyone. Horses and soldiers flew into the air in a cloud of dust and body parts. The survivors broke through the dust and ran forward into town. There was no time for anyone to think. Bullets whizzed past ears and into body parts. More bombs were set off taking down several clusters of soldiers at once. 

The surviving soldiers made it into town, firefights ensuing all around. Ventress and the others on top of the building taking down soldier after soldier from their vantage point. Mace, Anakin, and Ahsoka all on foot on the street below shooting down anyone in sight. Kenobi and Maul, still on horseback, rode through the town shooting down their assailants at every chance they got. Yoda and the others from the trenches ran back into town to keep fighting as well.

If there had been only one or two waves of soldiers from Jabba, things would have been looking pretty good. Unfortunately, someone as rich as Jabba had an endless resource for anything they desired in life, including soldiers and weapons. More and more soldiers descended onto the small town. Already, many townsfolk had sacrificed their life for the cause. The foul stench of death and direness infiltrated the air of the town, quickly taken over by the smell of fire.

The General Store was set ablaze and the children were all trapped under the building. Without thinking, Maul shot his way through to the store. Inside, smoke filled his lungs and burned his eyes. The trap door to the basement had a burning beam on top of it, trapping anyone underneath it. A swift, force-ful kick and the beam was slid across the floor. Maul crouched down to lift the door and help pull up the children out of the basement. Jade had now made her way to the store to help and her and Maul led the children and others to safety outside of the burning building. They shot down several soldiers on their way as they protected their helpless herd.

Once the children were safe with Jade, Maul mounted Scimitar and rode over to Kenobi.

“We have to take down Jabba. These soldiers only fight because he pays them, if he is gone they stop fighting.” Maul did not even let Kenobi respond as he reached down and grabbed a stack of TNT from the stockpile, and galloped off on his horse.

“Maul, wait!” Kenobi finally yelled after the zabrak, now disappearing into a cloud of dust.

“You chaotic ass!” Kenobi huffed and rode after Maul. As far as Kenobi could tell, Maul’s mission was suicide and he rode to catch up with an urgency never quite felt before. His jaw was clenched, hands formed tight fists around his horse’s reins, and heels dug into the sides of his horse signaling the beast to go FAST.

Maul already had practically made it to Jabba and narrowly avoided being shot too many times to count. The bullets whistled past his ears but he was running on too much adrenaline to be stopped. He dismounted Scimitar about 50 meters from where Jabba lay out on his sled surrounded by his fiercest guards. 

Maul held his hands up in the air in an act of surrender, and slowly walked towards the evil slug. Before he got halfway there, one of the overzealous guards shot Maul in the stomach. The impact of the shot stopped him in his tracks and he fell down to his knees in shock clutching his stomach. He pushed the pain aside to stick a cigarette in his mouth and fumbled with his matches. His hands wet with blood and sweat and shaking found it impossible to light the damned cigarette. Several guns were still pointed at him, but Jabba instructed them to hold off, and one of the guards was sent to light his cigarette for him as Jabba laughed at this foolish zabrak dying in front of their eyes.

Once Maul got his cigarette lit, a feverish smile curved his lips. He reached for the dynamite strapped to his back and fell face down ass up into the ground. The guards all laughed at his death and turned away from the pathetic slump of a corpse. Maul sensed when they weren’t looking, lit the end of the dynamite fuse, and threw it at Jabba’s sled before anyone had time to register what was happening.

As soon as the dynamite left his hand Maul was ripped off the ground and on top of a horse fiercely galloping away. The explosion set off narrowly behind them deafening them both. 

The fight was over. The remainder of the guards and soldiers left alive ran off now that Jabba had been destroyed in the explosion. Kenobi slowed his horse’s pace and eventually stopped to assess the situation of Maul’s injuries. He gently carried Maul off the horse and into a soft patch of dried grass. Blood was spilling out of the zabrak’s midsection at an alarming rate. Kenobi ripped his shirt off to apply pressure to the wound. Maul groaned fighting off the urge to pass out from the pain and exhaustion.

“You almost got yourself killed, you fool.” Kenobi exasperated holding down on the wound.

“You know first hand how hard it is to kill me.” Maul coughed out.

“Yes, very well, you are incredibly lucky to have survived that just now.” 

“Of course I survived.” Maul reached up to touch Kenobi’s face tenderly. Kenobi took his hand in his own and pressed it into his face, blood dripping down from his hand, his eyes filled with tears.

And so they saved the little town. Jade Abernathy gave them all the payment as promised and they stayed to help clean up the town and give burials to those lost in the battle. Kenobi never left Maul’s side as he recovered in the small doctor’s office in town. Eventually, the rest of the team headed out for their own separate next adventures. 

Maul slipped in and out of consciousness for several days. Kenobi figured it was the first time the zabrak had actually rested in his whole troubled life. Eventually, Maul’s strength was enough to fully wake up. He  immediately saw Kenobi in the corner of the room napping. Kenobi was sitting in a wooden chair, his legs propped up on a footstool and his hat covering his face.

“Kenobi!” Maul growled. The cowboy in the corner of the room slowly reached up for his hat and a relieved grin spread across his handsome face.

“Maul, I am so happy to see you have your strength back enough to be angry again!” Kenobi laughed. 

Maul got out of the small bed and limped over to Kenobi with a menacing look. Kenobi stood tall to meet Maul’s fiery amber eyes attempting to cut through his watery blue gaze. Maul, now close enough to touch Kenobi, slowly leaned in to kiss Kenobi on the lips. Initially, Kenobi slightly flinched so taken aback by the act of affection. He couldn’t help the swelling of his heart, wrapped his arms around Maul’s waist and passionately kissed him back. The moment so pure and beautiful, Kenobi finally softly pushed Maul back.

“Maul, I care deeply for you. But you have got to brush your teeth.”

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once again thankee sai for reading my humble writing! Please do leave a comment or heart, it warms my soul. 

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We Need You For Something...

Part 1: The Knock Of Change

This is my first fanfic, I hope you all like it. I need to thank @dammn-dean for all her help! She has really helped me through all this. If you haven’t, go check her out. Let me know what you guys think of it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character (Yauna), other OC’s and Avengers pairings later.  

Words: It's high

Warnings: Adult Themes, Language, Eventual Smut, PTSD, motions of Torture, Fluff, Death

Summary: Yauna just wants to be normal and Tony recruits her as his head engineer. Her past catches up and shit goes crazy.

(Again gif isn’t mine)

(Age 27) so eight years after prologue

The sun peered through the high windows of the England town house, warming the hard wood floors and helping to reveal the sketches underneath of Yauna’s latest project. 

She walked from the floor to the ceiling to the walls, trying to change her angle of thinking. Every time she found a new position, gravity would betray her, pushing her curly, carrot red hair into her face and hiking up her blue, green, and black long tartan skirt.

Finally, she landed on upside down as being the most productive. Moving her hair into a loose bun and threading her feet through the rafters on the ceiling, she let her weight hang from her legs. 

The tattoo on her back moved under her skin, making it itch. “Stop it! I need to finish this.” Artemis wanted to keep moving, she had been cooped up for too long. 

Her skirt took to gravity and fell into her face, letting out a huff of frustration. She flicked her hand and pinned her skirt to stay at her knees with her magic.

She was working on a project for a client in Brighton, where she lived luckily. Working as a private engineer for tech companies and other facilities was nice, her own hours and she could show up the men of the field that downgraded women. 

That particular benefit made Yauna so happy and gave her the satisfaction she needed to continue. This project was being particularly stubborn though, the power supply requirement was giving her problems.

What felt like moments were actually hours passing, as she tried to figure out a solution. About three hours later, she groaned in frustration and was about ready to give up, just then there was a knock on her door.

After a moment stunned she started to dismount, hoping it wasn’t her neighbor about the late night music. Not going fast enough apparently, there was another aggressive, impatient knock. 

“Hold on, a girl needs a wee feckin’ moment!” Her accent rang out, as she righted herself and walked to the door. Opening it she found three men standing in front of her; Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Steve Rogers.

She smoothed her skirt and untied her hair letting it fall to just brush her shoulders, then invited them inside. “Hello, you bies need a bevy?” She asked standing in her entry way, taking in their appearances. 

Tony in formal suit as always, Bruce was in dress pants and a cardigan, and Steve was in jeans, a t-shirt, and a jumper. 

They looked at her in confusion, she mentally kicked herself and a soft pink of embarrassment dusted her cheeks.

“Sorry, a drink. Do you want a drink?” Bruce let out a small chuckle and Steve gave her a reassuring smile. 

“No, we need you for something in New York.” Tony said in a businessy tone. “Hello, I’m Steve Rogers. These are my coworkers-” 

Yauna cut him off, “I know who you are dearie.” She smiled before continuing pointing at them in order, “You are Tony Stark. You are Bruce Banner, love your work by the way. And you are the product of the miracle serum, Steve Rogers. I’d love to pick your brain sometime.” 

They stood for a moment in silence. “So, what are you bies needn’?” Yauna looked at the men standing in front of her, praying they weren’t here on business with her past.

“Um, we are here to ask you to come work in New York with us.” Tony stattered, shifting foot to foot. He hadn’t been nervous very many times, let alone intimidated, yet right now he was both. 

Yauna’s face turned slightly grimmer, causing the entire group to hold their breaths waiting for her response. “What are you needn’ me for?” She said apprehensively, hoping they just meant her brain. 

Bruce perked up, “We need you for-” Tony cut him off, “Can you show me what you’re working on over here?” Talking about anything else right now was preferred by Tony, he could talk tech and science. He needed to let his brain cool off a little bit.

Plus Tony wanted to test her a bit, wanting to see what skills she really had. Tony and Yauna talked about her projects for about an hour and a half, drawing Bruce’s and Steve’s attention every now and then. Solving some of her problems and arising others, Tony was impressed. She knew a lot and was creative, more creative than him. 

Her frustration limits were far better than his and she was fun to be around. She was kind, taking time to explain to everyone everything that she was talking about and listening to what idea each person was offering. She was perfect for the position he wanted to fill.

“I want to offer you my position, per say. I want you to be the head of engineering for the team. If you accept, you’ll have your own lab and you can enlist the help of anyone you wish and who accepts, as long as they are approved security wise of course.” Tony watched her expression, unreadable and under debate. 

“Pepper says I need to stop stressing so much. So, I found you. You’re brilliant and I’d trust you with the position.”

Finally she nodded, “I have some conditions.” She stated, at which Tony nodded for her to go on. 

“I will take the job as a trial period, the environment is important to me. I need to make sure that everyone is comfortable before agreeing long term. Also, I want to keep my flat here until I decide that this position is perfect. Lastly, I request that my hours be flexible. My inspiration varies and a tight schedule isn’t a friend of mine.” 

Tony took in the information and gave a small smirk, “Of course, I’m not asking you to sign your life away in one second. A trial period is perfect and you’ll be living at The Compound, so your hours are yours to make. Except meetings, I will work with you and the others to find good times, but you will need to attend those.”

Yauna smiled brightly and laughed, “Well, I’d be happy to work fer ya!” She pushed her hand out waiting for Tony’s. 

In that moment, Tony noticed the thick light pinky-white scar on her neck.  Starting on one side of her neck, disappearing behind her neck and reappearing on the other side, then trailed down her chest disappearing into her sweater. Absentmindedly, he took her hand and shook it lightly. 

Yauna noticed his gaze and knew immediately that he noticed, thinking to herself. Eventually I’m going to make to tell him, he will find out. I want it to be from my gob, not someone else's. For now, she pushed it to the back of her mind, focusing on the deal at hand.

Talking over some other detail with each person, they left with a box of pastries she told them to take or else. Each of them seemed to like her, she was really nice and personable. 

But, they all noticed the subjects that made her eyes grim and they all noticed the scars. That would have to be addressed sometime later, eventually. 

Tony told her to be ready by Thursday, that someone will be here to pick her up and she could pack up her stuff that she needed to ship. The door closed and Yauna took a deep breath and thought, Well, this is going to be an adventure…

On the way back to the Compound, Tony had to ask them to get their opinion. “What did ya think?” He said from the pilots seat, his question pulled Steve and Bruce out of their conversation. 

“She was nice, I really like her.” Bruce said first with a shrug. “Yea, she seems knowledgeable.” Steve said with a nod to agree with Bruce. 

“I’m curious where she got all…” Bruce gestured to his neck, not wanting to say the word, it made him hurt to think about all those he could see. 

Tony ignored his comment, he didn’t know what to think of all those scars. But, for some reason he still trusted her. 

“Okay, then I’m sending you to pick her up Steve.” He declared instead. The rest of the flight was silent, not uncomfortable just silent.

Thursday came sooner than Yauna had expected, she had all her essentials packed in her green suitcase. The file she had made for Tony was in her haversack, all her secrets (well factual secrets) we tucked so close to her. 

Taking one last look in the mirror at her mustard yellow sweater with bows at the wrists and her light blue jean overalls, she paired with a blue and green based rainbow beanie and brown slip ons. Maybe she should have rethought her outfit, she fidgeted with her curly hair, but just made it poofier. Ugh, why did my mother give me this stupid type of hair!

There was a strategic knock on her door, moments later drawing her out of her anxious thoughts. Walking up to the entrance she had to shush Artemis, who was clawing under her skin with anticipation and worry. Then, she flung the door open to the sight of Steve Rogers. 

He was dressed in a baseball cap, gray jumper and gray sweatpants almost matching. She smiled, Steve looked slightly rough today and in need of a smile. “Ready?” He asked returning the smile. 

“Yea, you okay?” Yauna pushed the straps of her haversack over her shoulders and took up her suitcase, proceeding to follow him to the car waiting at the curb.

He waved his hand dismissing your concern, “I’m just tired...Had to deal with a lot of stuff last night.” Yauna gave him a sympathetic smile as she moved to the back of the car to stuff her suitcase in. 

“Here let me get that...Is this all you’re bringing?” Steve pushed the suitcase in and looked at her expecting more. 

“Yea, ‘m mailing the rest. Is all I need for a quick bit.” She didn’t mean for her accent to slip through so much, not that she was ashamed, but most people didn’t ever know what she was talking about. 

Steve chuckled a bit surprised for a moment. “Okay, well shall we?” He motioned for Yauna to get in, then they were off.

The ride to the airport gave time for Steve and Yauna to get to know each other better, and the plane ride to New York allowed even more. Before they landed, Steve started feeling protective over her anticipating what the others would do. Weirdly, he felt like she was like a little sister to him, she had something about her that reminded Steve of home. 

The plane landed and Steve showed Yauna to her quarters, “Well, here we are. Do you need anything?” He sat her suitcase down, that he had insisted on carrying, giving her time to think. 

“No, I don’t think so. Thank you Steve.” She smiled and it was infectious, giving him a twinge of happiness. They waved goodbye and Steve set off down the hallway. 

Yauna pulled out the keycard he had given her, then she remembered something. Whirling around jolting a bit, “Wait, Steve?” He jerked around nodding to her to continue. 

“If you see Mr. Stark, can you tell him to come see me when he gets a moment?” Steve laughed at how formal she was, but nodded, “He actually was going to come see you anyway.” Yauna gave him another infectious smile and yelled thank you, he turned back around and continued down the hallway.

She swiped her card and the door slid open to reveal a living space, including; a couch, end tables, a dining table, a coffee table, and an entertainment center. 

On the other side of the television stand stood a tall bookcase with a note, “I hope this is enough space for all your books and more. You can thank Bruce and Pepper later. -Tony” She laughed and noted to thank them later . 

Next to the living room was the kitchen, fully equipped with appliances, cabinets and a breakfast bar. On the back wall was a glass door leading to a balcony with chairs. 

There were two doors on the left wall, the one closest to the door was the bathroom, the second door was the bedroom; a bed, a walk in closet, an entertainment stand, end tables and a desk. 

Next to the entertainment stand was a door to connect the bathroom to the bedroom. Yauna started to unpack what she had brought with her, not starting putting anything too far away just in case what she talked to Tony about didn’t go over well.

A few hours later, about 8:30 pm, a musical knock came on her door. She steadied her nerves again, opening the door with a smile. “Hey, came by to see how you were doing. And I wanted to show you your lab.” His face looked lighter than it did when he came to see her over a week ago. 

Yauna didn’t move from her place in the door though, her face serious. “I need to talk to you about something first.” She moved beckoning him in before he could say another word. “Yer gonna find out sooner or later. I’d rather it’d a’bea from me.” She turned pulling out the file she made for him about her life, her real life. “This is everyt’ing, well almost everyt’ing.”

She handed it to him, preparing herself for rejection like always. Tony flipped the folder open, he saw a picture of two children and their mother and father. “That’s my mother, father, brother, and I. We are part of a hidden society that protects everyone from the horrors and evil's lurking in the background.”

“My parents died when I was 11, murdered actually. I was kidnapped by a family friend before they died. He killed them while he had me, my brother had to kill his goons.” She explained, then went silent for Tony to read the rest. That file had everything; her parents death, her whole ordeal, the aftermath, and her powers. 

After Tony finished and set the file down, Yauna waited long for his words. Finally they came, “Why did you show me this?” He questioned without any emotion, Yauna took that as a sign for the worst. 

“You needed to know. Work only happens with trust and you can’t trust me with this big of a secret. I wanted to be hired for my brain not my powers, I just wanted to be normal. If you can’t trust me, I understand.” Yauna hung her head slightly, some hope still left.

She figured if she was going to go out better go out with a bang. “I’m a half-breed, that’s what they call me where I come from. I have demon, human, and angelic blood coursing through my veins. The mix allows me to have powers.” She went silent after her admission, hoping that her honesty would help her in some way. It seemed to stay silent for years.

Then his voice broke the silence again, “Of course I trust you, I did even before this.” He gestured to the folder with a laugh, “Yauna, I understand and thank you for telling me. This won’t be a problem with anyone, we all have our pasts.” 

Yauna’s eyes jolted up to his, “No! No, I don’t want anyone else to know yet. I don’t want to be judged because of what happened.” Tony nodded, “Okay, you can tell them in your own time.” 

He laid his hand on her shoulder giving her a soft smile, “Come on, I’m really excited to show you your lab. No one is as passionate about this as I am.” Yauna smiled, following him out the door.

That went better than I expected. Now, hopefully I can keep it together. She thought as Tony showed her around the rest of The Compound, telling her he made a mandatory breakfast for ‘everyone’ tomorrow to meet her. He agreed to make Friday keep her secret as well, she could use her magic when needed and Friday would be her watchman.

She made her way back to her room, after the two said their goodbyes and goodnights. After sliding the door open, she looked around and felt excitement well up inside of her.  Now it’s time for decorating! She thought as she looked around the apartment, nearly jumping up and down. 

Alright! There’s part one of this series. I’m so sorry this is really late. I’m going to try and post the next one in about 5 days. Let me know what you think! I’m always open for questions or suggestions! Till next time. 

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[nerdie-faerie]

The Scars of the Pandorica - Prologue.

Another day of school, another day of being human. The whole process fascinated her. An institution specifically designed for training the future generations. Incredible.

She was about to tug her school shirt over shoulders, eager for another day of learning, when something caught her eye in the mirror. Her arms went limp at her sides as she crept towards the mirror, her shirt trailing from her arms.

There on her shoulder was a perfectly healed silvery scar that reminded her of a cracked wall. Her finger trailed the mark curiously. She yelped and wrenched her hand back as she looked at her now pink flesh. It'd burnt her.

"Sarah-Jane!" She called through the house, her voice sounding panicked to her own ears. New experiences usually excited her, but for some reason she was filled with dread.

The woman in question stepped through the door looking flustered at the sudden summon.

"What is it, Sky?"

"Look!" She pointed sharply at the sudden addition to her shoulder.

"It's a scar. Where did you get that?" Her hand immediately outstretched as if hypnotised.

"No, don-" It was too late.

Sarah-Jane hissed as the scar burnt her too.

"What is it?" Sky asked in a trembling voice.

"I don't know."

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She woke to find the rising sun shining directly into her eyes and with crick in her neck. Looks like she'd fallen asleep at her desk again without closing any blinds. She sighs, but reluctantly pulls herself up, her joints cracking as she does so. Her eyes flicker over the pictures of her and husband as she stands, unwilling to linger but unable to let go.

By the time she's walked to the bathroom the ache in her neck is gone, she supposed there were some advantages to her improved healing. She ruffles her golden locks with a yawn and sets about brushing her teeth.

As she lifts her head she notices something peaking out of the strap of her vest. Her eyebrows furrow as she pushed the strap out of the way and brushes her hair over her shoulder to take a closer look. But even after two centuries her enhanced eye sight has not diminished and she should know better than to question herself by now. But there it is. A scar etched into her right shoulder, puckered and pale but by no means new. And she knows for a fact it wasn't there last night. Two fingers trace the edge of the scar, as thoughts whirl through her brain. What was it? Why hadn't it healed? Where had it come from? Her train of thought is cut abruptly off when her fingers come away burnt.

She stares down at the reddened skin and then back to the reflection of the scar.

"What the hell are you?"

The scar stares back but provides no answers.

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The six year old stared resolutely at his drawing determined to make it perfect, he had his mother's stubbornness and his father's need to prove people wrong. The navy blue made grand sweeping strokes across the paper as his left hand came up to scratch at his shoulder. He whimpered as the pain persisted.

He dropped his pencil as he continued to rub at his shoulder. He could hear his father working on the car from the garage and his mother pottering around preparing lunch in the kitchen.

"Mummy!"

"What is it, Malcom sweetie?" She strolled into the living room, her walk unhurried but her eyes darting around trying to find the cause of his distress.

"My shoulder hurts." He pouts.

She smiles kindly.

"Let me see. Which one is it?"

He points at the offended shoulder as she crouches down to take a look. She rolls up his t-shirt sleeve to see a thin scar about two inches long nestled against the crook of his shoulder. Her expression immediately betrays her concern years of medical training suddenly winning out. She presses a finger gently against the skin but is shocked when it burns her.

Malcom looks between his mother and his shoulder worried. She smiles reassuringly at him.

"Wait here a second."

She walks into the kitchen and opens the back door.

"Mickey!"

The man jogs into the kitchen moments later a sense of urgency in his step and streaks of motor oil streaking his face.

"What's wrong babe?" He asks cleaning his hands in a rag.

She whispers to him, far too quietly for Malcom to hear, but they're eyes flicker to him occasionally. Once she quiets his dad steps towards him to look at his son's shoulder for himself. He sighs and rubs at his brow, streaking more oil across his face.

"Where's the Doctor when you need him?"

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Astrid Peth could think of far more glamorous jobs than pulling pints in a grimy pub, but it put food on the table even if it wasn't much.

She pulled off her apron and signalled to her boss to let him know she was taking her break, he nodded in affirmation and she slipped into the back room. She splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to wash away the feel of lingering eyes, as usual it did nothing. Sighing she grabbed one of the rough paper towel provided and started to dry her hands when she noticed in the cracked and rusted mirror that the water had soaked into part of her thin white shirt.

Sighing once more she began to dab at the fabric but pulled away when it felt far too warm. Confusion etched into her face she pulled down the collar of her shirt to see an unfamiliar scar carved into the flesh there. She felt panic spike through at the perfectly healed mark that hadn't been there this morning. She gulped as a wave of foreboding crashed into her. Something was very, very wrong.

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Doctor Owen Harper questions his life choices on the regular. Among those where the decision to wrack up an enormous student debt for the sake of becoming a doctor. Things he doesn't regret, include the blonde he took home last night when drunk off his ass, that now lays slumbering in his bed.

He pads into the kitchen to make breakfast. The bacon was sizzling in the pan when he turns to the fridge to grab some eggs. He almost ignores the reflection of his nude body in the fridge's shiny surface, the littering of love bites was nothing new but the pale scar that decorated his right shoulder was.

Years of medical training flew out the window as he poked at the offending area in shock. The burn he received came as an additional shock.

"What the fuck did I do last night?" Be muttered to himself in the empty kitchen, suddenly questioning his bed partner.

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A run always did wonders for her mood first thing in the morning, it helped set the tone for the whole day or some philosophical shit like that. But she'd promised her sister they'd go see a movie today and she was nowhere near ready in her current state. Determined to be on time for once, she hopped into the shower letting the slewth of cool water calm her frantic heart from a good day's running.

Towel clad, she stepped back into her room moments later to get dressed. Jeans, underwear and a tank top later and she was ready. As she pulled down her tank top however, her figures grazed against her shoulder causing her to yelp in pain.

"What the...." She rushed to her bathroom and cleared the fogged up glass trying to see the cause of her pain.

She prodded blindly at her slowly warming skin and when she jabbed at the raised, jagged skin it burned. Looking away from the blurry image left in the mirror she looked down at her shoulder and felt her stomach drop.

"Tessa what's taking you so long?" Her sister grumbled as she stepped into the room.

She turned away from the mirror slowly, her face pale and drawn. Whatever complaint her sister had prepared fizzled out as she took her expression in.

"What is it?"

She pushed her tank top strap completely out of the way so it was no longer blocking her view.

"Is this a joke?"

"It burns Gabbie." She turned back to the mirror. "But..... But it looks just like...." She trailed off but it didn't need saying, not really.

Her sister looked panicked and resigned but she took the words that hung between them and said them anyway.

"My tattoo." She took a deep breath, as if in preparation, her next words were barely a croak. "It looks like my tattoo."

A/N: I hope you know I hate you for this @michelangelo-the-metamorphmagus . I do not need more WIPs. Anyway this was inspired by a lil conversation on tumblr with Michael and if I have to suffer so do you guys. Sky is Sarah-Jane's adopted alien daughter from the Sarah-Jane adventures. And Owen is from the Torchwood spin off.

Also I'm probably gonna draw inspiration for my OCs from people in the hp rp community so if that makes you uncomfortable let me know.

#i can't add a read more because i'm on mobile but it's done its there #i'm just gonna go hide now #i wrote this on the bus so it's rushed and badly written but i just wanted to get it down before i lost it #not rp #ooc #ace writes sometimes #pandorica scars #sotp: prologue #buddy beans #michaelangelo the metamorphmagus #Fanfiction #Dw #Doctor Who #Doctor Who Fanfiction #Torchwood #Sarah-Jane Adventures #Torchwood fanfiction #Sarah-Jane adventures fanfiction #Martha Jones #Mickey Smith #Rose Tyler #Sarah-Jane Smith #Sky Smith #Owen Harper #Astrid Peth #Metacrisis Doctor #Eleventh Doctor #OCs #The Pandorica Opens #Bad Wolf

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How Do You Want It - Part 4

Rating: M (Smut, Violence, Language)

WARNING: This is pretty much just straight smut!

They were playing a delicious game of Cat and Mouse until a prank ups the stakes in a way that neither had imagined but both craved. The wait has been such sweet torture but how much longer can they play this game before they give in? Eric/OC M AU (Smut, Lemon and fluff)

Inspired by: Bebe Rexha ‘I Got You’, 2Pac ‘How Do You Want It’, Boy Epic ‘Dirty Mind’

A/N: You can thank a night of listening to old school music and drinking with a friend for this gem. The title should say it all…love me some Tupac.

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Part 4

Sound inspiration: Boy Epic ‘Tell me you love me’ ‘Scars’, Skylar Grey ‘Kill for you’, Halestorm ‘I’m not an angel’ ‘I Get Off’, Ella Eyre “We don’t have to take our clothes off’

“So, you are meeting your brother for drinks or something before you are supposed to meet up with Eric?” Victoria asked from her closet as she was getting changed.

Cass had come to her apartment to get changed and ready instead of going to her own apartment. She knew that it was better not to chance for her and Eric running into each other or the temptation that being right across the hall from each other would bring.

“Yeah, that is the plan.” She replied to Victoria and couldn’t help the laugh in her voice at the thought of her plans for her brother.

While she did intend to mess with him she had no intentions of causing him lasting harm. He would never know his sudden lowering of inhibitions was because of her but it was the only way for her to crack through that Abnegation shell he insisted he wear.

“Why does it sound like you are up to something, Cass?” Victoria asked with a laugh as she brought out the knee high black boots that Cass had asked to borrow.

Cass shrugged and turned as she looked at herself in the floor length mirror. She smirked when Victoria handed her the boots. “Probably because I am. No, I will not tell you until I know it even worked. But I promise you will be the first to know.”

Victoria laughed and nodded. “I can deal with that. Now let’s take a look and see if your outfit needs anything else?”

Cass had chosen to go with a dress since she had already teased Eric with her going sans underwear. She wasn’t wearing any kind of underthings tonight. Her dress was a strapless black skater dress that had a sweetheart neckline. The dress had a built in bra so she had decided not to worry about one. The top of the dress was tight until it got to her waist and then it flared out into a pleated skirt that went to above her knee by a few inches. She had chosen to wear the boots for extra coverage of skin and to let a little bit play peek a boo.

The dress itself was plain but well made and she had paired it with a simple silver metal belt that is about the width of her hand. She chose the dress because she was showcasing something in particular.

Cass tilted her head and then sat to put on the boots; then to take in all of the outfit. She smiled when she stood back up and Victoria nodded.

“Perfect. With you hair pulled back on the sides it is exactly what you were going for.”

Cass nodded and chewed her lip a little nervously. Tonight would be the night they would allow themselves to finally come together. One year he had said and they had waited that damn year but not a moment sooner.

Victoria smirked at the young woman and patted her shoulder. “Do I sense that something big might finally be happening for you two?”

Cass looked to her friend and blushed a little. “He said a year and it has been a year. Though I have to admit it has felt like centuries at times.”

Victoria shook her head and laughed as the two walked to the living room to grab the small clutch purses with their phones, credits cards and other items they might need. “I don’t know how you two did it. I don’t understand much of why you did it either but that doesn’t matter.”

Cass sighs as they leave the elder leader’s apartment and walk to the bar that all the leaders and senior members prefer and reserve for nights like tonight when there is a big celebration going on. “It was important to him Victoria. It was important to me too but more him.”

Victoria nodded with a smile as they walked. She always found it amusing that Cass could draw the eye but there was always someone there to remind whoever was looking who exactly she was and who she was with.

The faces paling before they averted their eyes quickly was enough to have the women laughing as they entered the bar. Victoria split off from her and went to the table that a few of the other leaders and members were gathered around.

Cass went to the bar to wait for her brother who would be arriving any minute to meet with her. She shared a wink with the bartender, Liliana, who looked at her and winked back to let her know everything was set.

It didn’t take long before Four was sliding into a stool beside her, looking her over with a slight frown marring his features.

“Cass.” He tried to wipe the frown from his face and smiled at his sister.

As much as he hated her choice of men and the fact that she went with leadership knowing it would put her in contact with their father, he was proud of her and all she had done for Dauntless and herself.

He had been surprised she had invited him for a drink but he hoped it could be an opportunity to talk some sense into her about her and Eric.

“Four.” Cass smiled at him and rolled her eyes internally when she already saw him mentally preparing the ‘walk away from the dark side’ speech he was poised to give.

She needed to get those drinks in him now before he could piss her off and make her deck him or say fuck it and walk away. “Before you start brother dear, just have a damn drink with me and celebrate for fucks sake.”

She motioned to Liliana who placed two glasses of scotch in front of them. Cass picked up her glass and held it up for a toast, giving Four no opportunity to hesitate or turn it down. He picked his own up and held it waiting for her to make one first.

“To another year away from that fuck that called himself our father. To another year in the only home we always knew we belonged. Finally, to my first year as being a full fledged leader.” She smiled the last part, truly proud and happy that she had accomplished what she had set out to do before she ever came to Dauntless and in a short time as well.

Four gave her a sideways smile and nodded. He decided to let her have this night before he broached the topic of Eric…..again. So he clinked his glass with hers and drank his down along with her.

“So what have you been up to, Four?” Cass said after they had both drank a good portion of their drinks. She was already running a mental stop watch on how long everything would take to hit his bloodstream.

As Four launched into what he had been up to and his troubles with Tris she sipped on her drink and was mentally smirking as she saw Lynn and Ronnie sliding into stools not that far from where her and Four were sitting.

This should be an interesting night all around, she thought.

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“Jesus, she is fucking killing me right now.” Eric muttered into his drink as he watched Cass sitting at the bar by her brother.

He had barely restrained himself from going and grabbing her as soon as she walked into the bar with Victoria. Now he knew she was sitting there shifting her legs, crossing and uncrossing them every once in awhile, all to tease and torture him some more.

She also had to know that he loved it and with every fucking shift he was straining to see if he could catch just a small glimpse of what he knew was waiting for him underneath it. He also knew she had worn that dress just for him.

She knew how much her leadership tattoos on each of her shoulders across her collarbones turned him on. He was also proud as shit that she had went with them there when Victoria and the other minor female leaders had all gone for legs, spine or down an arm.

Not his Cass.

She wanted to wear them proudly and for everyone to see. She couldn’t get them on her neck as that was only for the Senior or Second in Command but even Max had loved her request to be able to get them on her collar bones.

Max chuckled at Eric when he drained his glass and clutched it tightly as his eyes were glued to Cass across the bar.

“Please tell me you two are finally going to get this shit done already?” Max said seriously.

Eric turned his eyes towards his mentor and superior, smirking. “Just fucking try and stop me, Max.”

Max snorted and shook his head. “Fucking finally. I have been sitting on that fucking shit for way too long now.”

Eric shrugged not really caring about it being known or not. He had his own reasons for why they had waited and he would never regret them.

Max motioned for more drinks but Eric already knew he was cutting himself off after the next one. He had waited too fucking long for this to be drunk off his ass when it happened. He willed Cass to do the same and was happy to see that she sat nursing the same drink she had to start with.

Cass could tell the moment things took effect for her brother. He became fidgety and his gaze started to wander around. He lost his train of thought as his eyes went to this girl or that. She knew that he was ready the moment they landed on Ronnie and Lynn.

Lynn and Cass shared a look and she knew that she could leave matters to their capable hands. Cass patted her brother’s shoulder with a smile. “Hey Four, I am going to go catch up with the other leaders. You try and have fun tonight too. You deserve it you know.”

‘Oh yes, you deserve exactly what is about to happen. It is only out of love though.’ 

Cass motioned for one more drink and once she had it for them both she took hers and moved away from the bar.

Eric was already standing and saying something to Max as he did so. He took his own drink to another table down a ways from them and stood waiting for her by it. He took in everything as she walked towards him, which she did in that way he loved with her hips slightly swaying and a smirk on her lips.

He could also see that her own desire was amping up but also her nervousness.

He loved that about her.

That she could be so damn sexy, flirt, tease and torture him like no one else could or ever would. Yet she still had that innocence about her. She didn’t let it hamper or hinder her. She had just been saving those parts they both held the most sacred for him and only him.

When she got closer to him, he took her hand and pulled her closer. They both groaned just at the closeness of their bodies and the heat.

“You look fucking amazing, Cass.” Eric said close to her ear and smirked when he felt her shiver.

Her hand went to his chest and ran along the black button up dress shirt he had chosen to wear tonight. When he had stood she had felt not wearing underwear might have been a slight mistake as she took in the dress shirt that was tight enough to molded to his muscles. He of course had the buttons undone enough that she could see his own leadership tattoos and chest hair peeking through. He also had the sleeves rolled up to reveal those forearm tattoos she loved so much. His black jeans weren't much better in letting her keep her sanity as they hugged his ass and thighs perfectly.

“So do you, Eric.” Cass replied in a husky voice filled with the desire that hadn’t gone away from the moment that serum entered her system and they began their new game.

Eric motioned for her to slide into her seat first and he would sit on the outside. She had already told him they should stay for at least some of the celebration but they both knew they were, even now when they were free and clear, going to torture themselves just a bit more.

He also knew he wasn’t going to be able to not touch her and he didn’t want anyone seeing. Everything that came from when he touched her belonged to him and him alone.

When she was sitting down he moved himself into place and pulled her closer to his side. His eyes went to where she was looking for the moment and saw Four being flanked by Lynn and Ronnie. They looked to be heavily flirting with him but what had his eyebrow quirking was Four was doing it right back with this odd smile on his face.

He looked over to Cass who was smirking into her glass as she took a sip and he felt the laughter rumbling up. “I am guessing that little arrangement was orchestrated by you, baby?”

Cass meets his eyes and shrugs with her wicked smile he loves so much. “I might have given him a slight….push. He can still choose to not act on shit but it doesn’t look like he is fighting it too much right now.”

Eric shakes his head with laughter. No, it certainly did not look like Four was fighting anything other than how fast the three of them could get out of the door together.

Seeing Four did bring back some other unpleasant thoughts and memories, though. Part of why they had waited so long had been because of fucking Four. Eric turns his head back to look at Cass and he reaches up to lightly run his fingertips along one side where her tattoos are on display.

The day they had gotten their tattoos together was the day before they had made the pact or agreement. He wondered if even without Four’s interference if he would have made it with her anyways.

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They had met with leadership the night before the choosing ceremony in the tattoo parlor. They had been told just days before that they had both made full leadership and within six months from the time they had taken the positions and started training. Halfway through training for leadership they had to choose what positions they wanted.

Normally, Second in Command would never have gone to a female. Cass was not normal by any means. Max had sat the two of them down and laid it out. They both worked as a team and were blowing through any standards set for leadership but only one could be chosen for Second to take Raze’s place.

Cass hadn’t even hesitated when she had said that there was no other choice. It needed to and deserved to be Eric.

He could admit that at first he was a little miffed that she was just rejecting it and also a little miffed that she might be handing it to him. She didn’t see it that way though. She laid out her reasons and his strengths. She felt she was more suited to the weapons development and tech side of leadership while she knew he could and would be able to handle the scope that Second in Command handled.

Max had even agreed with her by the end of it and as of that day he was in training for Second in Command. Before that day he had known what he and Cass had was something deeper than them wanting to fuck and playing games around it. He didn’t know what they were but he slowly started to figure it out.

It was the night they got their tattoos that it hit him for sure. Anyone that tells you they got their neck tattoo and it didn’t hurt is a fucking liar.

They hurt like a mother fucker.

Cass and Eric had been torn between wanting to be tattooed at the same time but also being there with each other for those tattoos. This had been solved when Bud had just shoved two of the chairs together and then had them to where Cass and he could be facing each other.

Tori took Cass and Bud had taken Eric but he had wondered why Max and Harrison had been hovering near him as if poised for something.

Everything had started out fine. Cass had barely made a peep as Tori worked on hers while Eric had felt some discomfort but Bud had started on the lower portions of the tattoos first.

It wasn’t until they got higher that Eric even realized he had started to scream. His own screams were interrupted by Cass yelling at everyone present and it brought him around.

“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Cass yelled and when he looked she had moved so that she was now straddling him and had her hands on either side of his face.

Tori had just barely finished before Eric’s had gotten to the spot she and Bud knew they would need both of them to help with. Max and Harrison were there to hold him down while the two of them would be working to get the one side done and then move on to the next. She hadn’t even been able to fully clean Cass’ tattoo before she was being ordered to leave her alone and Cass was scrambling over to Eric.

“Eric, baby, look at me.” Eric’s eyes met hers and everything in him was clenched. “Eric, you can do this without needing to be held down. I believe in you and we can do it.”

“Cass…” Max starts with a frown and firm tone. He knew the two were hard and tough but even he had to be held down. He had also put two guys in the clinic with multiple breaks during the process.

If he let Cass be hurt by Eric, even when he had no clue he was doing it, Eric would never forgive himself or them.

Cass locks eyes with the senior leader and thins her lips. “He can do it because I will help him.” She dismisses the senior leaders continued looks of worry and looks back to Eric. “Eric, you told me once you wanted to learn how I was able to take all of that pain he caused me and I said one day maybe. It was a joke on your part but never on mine. I am going to tell you how I got through it but you have to be with me on it. So I am giving you the choice, you can try it my way where you do this on your own. Be the first fucking leader to get his tattoos on his neck and not need to be held down. Or we can let the tradition stand.”

She was challenging him and he knew it. She knew just what to say to push him and his buttons so that he had no choice but to meet that challenge. He was also worried as hell he would hurt her if they started up again and weren’t there holding him. One look in her eyes though and the absolute belief in him, he knew it was going to be her way. It always had been so far, her and his way. He couldn’t speak because he was still raw from the pain so he just nodded and let her know with his eyes.

She smiled softly at him and moved closer to his chest. They had them both reclined in the chairs and they had been holding hands as they were being worked on.

“Close your eyes now, baby.” She took the one hand that had automatically made its way to her waist when she had moved to him and put it over her heart. “Concentrate on nothing but that and imagine that is all you hear. Slow your breathing just like you did in the fear sims Eric, but let the sound of the beat of my and your heart together, surround you. There is nothing around you but darkness. Not a bad darkness but that darkness in the back of your mind that you know is always there. That place that holds our true selves safe for us. The one we don’t let anyone else into. Go to that place, Eric. Don’t open any of the doors there, just stand in the darkness.”

She paused and listened to his breathing and felt his neck for the pulse to know when he was there. Her voice was soft and soothing to him in that way she had always had with him.

“There is a barrel there, Eric. Just like the one with the fire where we burned our clothes when we first came. The flames are low right now so it isn’t breaking through that darkness yet. It needs to be fed though. I want you to start opening those doors, Eric. Take out all of those fears about pain and death. All the thoughts or worries you have right now and I want you to put those into that fire. All of your emotions too….it all goes in. Give everything over to it until there is no dark left. There is only you and that fire.”

She watches his face and slowly starts to see it and his body relaxing. His pulse evens out completely and his breathing goes normal. She smirks when she sees this because she knows he is ready and she nods. “Now open your eyes and look at me, baby.”

Eric opens his eyes and is seeing clearly but isn’t feeling much of anything. Except for when he sees her. Somehow even with the nothing that he feels surrounding him, he feels something for her breaking through. She is smiling at him as she releases a breath and nods to Bud.

“Is that how you got through all of that, baby?” Eric asked but his voice sounded strange. He had always had the ability to mask his emotions but right now they were completely gone.

Cass nodded again with a shrug. “I don’t know how I came about discovering it. It was some kind of meditation thing I think but it didn’t feel right so I started playing around with it. It wasn’t until I figured out that I need to embrace that dark that I truly made it work for me.”

Eric nodded in understanding but then couldn’t move anymore as Bud had started to work again. The entire time Cass had remained on his lap and held his eyes. His hand still over her heart with their fingers threaded together.

There might as well have not been another person there because all they saw was each other. All he saw was her there for him looking fierce and showing everything in her eyes they had never said to another fucking person. He knew he never would either.

She was also right and Max and Harrison hadn’t needed to hold him down one bit. He would go down as the first leader to receive their tattoos on the neck and not have to be held down, all because of her.

He had known then how deep things were for him and just them in general. He hadn’t known what he was going to do about it though until the next morning when Four confronted him.

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Cass frowned as Eric moved his fingers over her tattoo. He was lost in thought and she was trying to figure out what he was thinking about so deeply. “Do you remember the night we got these, Cass?” Eric asked in a soft voice near her ear.

“Of course I do, Eric. Was that what you were thinking about?” She quirked an eyebrow and turned so that she was facing him a little more.

This positioned her so that he could now bend just slightly and graze his lips along the same tattoo he had just been lightly touching. His lips curled into a slow smile as he heard her low moan and felt her body arching.

“How could I not think about that night, Cass? That was when it really started for us, baby.” He said seriously as he trailed kisses along her skin, eyes closed and breathing her in. “I had planned to take you that night, you know. To end our game and finally make you mine.”

As he was talking he had started to nip, bite and suck along her shoulder. He had also started to trail his fingers along her chest, dipping in and out of her exposed cleavage and making her moan.

Cass swallowed and nodded a little. “I had thought you would but Max and Harrison had other plans.”

Eric huffed a little and moved his lips higher along her neck while his hand dipped lower. “I was cursing the fuck out of them at the time as they bought us round after fucking round.”

Cass’ head fell back a little but not far because his free hand had moved to the back of it and locked her in place. “Me too.” She got out in a gasp when he locked onto her pulse point.

“Your skin tastes so fucking good, Cass.” He groans as he continues to move his lips over just her exposed neck, shoulders, and ear. He can’t go near her mouth yet because if he does it will be game over for him.

“Eric.” Cass moans as the hand that had been slowly working lower was now sliding up her skirt and along her thigh.

He smirks into her skin as he trails his fingers lightly along the soft inner thigh. “Open your legs for me, Cass.” He commands right into her ear in a purr.

She doesn’t hesitate as she lets her legs fall open more for him. She is rewarded when he slides his hand up further, teasing all along the way, until those fingertips brush against her wet heat.

“Fuck” She gasps out and closes her eyes.

“Not yet, but fuck if I won’t have you soon.” Eric growls as he slides a finger through her folds and groans at how wet and hot she is for him. “For now I want to hear you moan for me, love.”

He parts her slowly and bites his lip as his nostrils flare and both of their breathing picks up. He casts a brief look around as he slides his finger slowly into her and closes his eyes at how tight she is around just his finger.

“Eric….gods that feels…” Cass is gripping the table with one hand and his thigh with the other as she moans.

Eric starts to pulse his finger into her. He feels her start to move her hips a little but also her muscles, that are already so damn tight around the now two fingers he has in her, start to tighten and release and he moans right along with her.

“You're killing me here, baby.” He groans as he begins to kiss along her neck to her jaw. His thumb has moved so that it hits her clit with every thrust of his fingers into her pussy and her moans are building, letting him know she is close.

It also is making him harder and feeling like he is about to snap.

Cass is so damn close and it just escalates when two things happen at the same time. In her bid to grab anything as she was in the midst of being lost in Eric’s touch she had grasped his thigh. Eric had started to kiss along her jaw and as if the two of them timed it, his mouth brushed against hers as soon as her hand brushed against and then grabbed his straining cock through his pants.

They both snapped as Eric lost it and claimed her mouth finally but still kept with his attentions from his fingers. It was fierce and deep as he delved into her mouth with his tongue just as his fingers were driving deep into her as well.

He was swallowing her moans and gasps as they increased and he could tell by the way she was grasping at those fingers with her muscles and his cock with her hand that she was coming undone for him.

When he was sure she had finished he lessened the kiss until he was hovering just above her lips and they were both trying to calm down. She was panting but still hadn’t let go of trying to get more of him in her hand.

With a growl he pulled back, pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed her hand. “It’s time to go, Cass.” He said right before he lifted his fingers to his mouth and watched her eyes as he tasted and sucked her juices from them right there.

She moaned but he wasn’t any better as he closed his eyes and relished the taste of her. When he opened his eyes again she was biting her bottom lip. “Now Eric.” She got out in a voice thick with lust.

He wasted no time in standing and pulling her out with him. She barely had time to grab her clutch purse before he was pulling her along with him and out of the bar.

She didn’t care where he took them just as long it was somewhere she could have him, all of him and right then.

As Eric stalked through the corridors, glaring their way clear, he held Cass close to his side and had to mentally restrain himself from just saying fuck it to his plans and finding some unused room or something to take her right then. It was torture, that walk, not matter how fast the pace they were setting. The party around them was in full swing and it reminded him so much of that night one year ago.

Once he again he was pulled into the memory but it was welcome if it could distract him enough so he could keep himself together until they reached his destination.

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Eric had groaned himself awake the next morning after Max and Harrison had insisted that they take the two new leaders out to celebrate not only their tattoos but that Eric had been able to get his without making a peep or being need to be held down.

Thankfully he didn't have a hangover but they had gotten in too late and needed to be up too damn early. He was already dreading the day in general. Having to be apart of training and having to do it with fucking Four. It was way too damn early and he had way too little sleep to have to deal with the asshole.

Not to mention all of his plans for Cass had been blown to shit by being taken out for the night. So when he finally made his way into the control room to endure the hours long process of watching the choosing ceremony to prepare for how many initiates they were looking at, he was in a less than stellar mood.

It didn't help things that he was forced to sit by none other than number boy himself or that said asshole was shooting him glares already.

Not even ten minutes after he had sat down he had to listen to Four mumbling passive aggressive shit under his breath. With sigh he turned his glare onto the former stiff.

“What the fuck is up your ass this time? Other than that stick you have shoved up it normally?” Eric tries to keep his temper but it is just so hard with the dick.

Four’s head snaps over to him and he snarls at him. “You think I don't know the game you are playing with my sister? You need to leave her the hell alone and just keep to the tramps that throw themselves at you.”

Eric's fists clench as tight as his jaw. “You don't know fuck about Cass and me. You also know shit about your sister and you sure as shit aren't her father, so I suggest you butt the fuck out.”

Four’s face darkens and his own fists clench. “I know my sister. I also know that while you are fucking anything that moves you are letting it be known that she is supposedly yours. We both know how this is going to end though, Eric. You are going to use her like you do everyone else and then leave her. Cass isn't like other girls and once she commits to one person, that is it. You don't deserve that loyalty when all she is to you is some sick game or toy. One that when you get tired of it you will throw away. I fucking won't let you do that to my sister.”

Eric couldn't remember exactly what he had said in return but it didn't matter. The end result was the only result that was going to happen from the start. The two had launched themselves at each other and had to be pulled off by the other leaders present as well as the people in control.

After making sure they were both cool, Max had separated them to watch the ceremony well away from each other. All the rest of the morning Four’s words had run through his head along with what he had determined the night prior.

There was no worry for him about what Four thought he knew in regards to how many girls he had actually been with. It wasn't anywhere fucking near the rumored amount and he never hid or lied about that shit to Cass. That wasn't what was bothering him about Four’s words.

He knew she was more but did she know?

That was all that he could think about and it was driving him crazy.

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They finally reach his destination, his apartment, and he is pulled from his memory as he enters in his code quickly.

As soon as they are in and the door is shut he has her against the wall.

All he can think about after that is claiming her mouth, neck, breasts…..every fucking inch of her that he can get to quickly.

So he proceeds to do just that while Cass has other plans.

Her hands move to his pants and is hurriedly undoing them while Eric is killing her slowly with his mouth. When she finally gets them open she shoves them and his briefs down and moans as he springs forth, hard and ready for her.

She also moans because he has managed to push the top part of her dress down enough and is now using his teeth, tongue and lips on her nipples.

Her hand closes around him and he pauses long enough to let out a hiss of air and groans deeply. He kicks off his shoes hurriedly so that his clothes can be stepped out of and kicked aside.

“Fuck baby.” He lifts his head from her breasts to claim her mouth but she stops him by grasping him harder and growling.

“I want this in me now, Eric.” She demands of him seriously in between her pants.

His nostrils flare even more as he gives a wicked smile and pulls away from her; getting her hand away from him when she would have tightened on it to stop him from going.

“You want it bad don’t you, Cass?” He asks this as he is leading her slowly into his living room, walking her backwards while his hands slip under her dress to cup her bare ass.

“Fuck...yes. I want it so bad.” She gasped out when he suddenly stopped and worked a hand up into her hair and yanked until her head was pulled back.

“How do you want it, Cass?” He growled the question out but already knew the answer. There was no other way for it to be for them this first time.

“Hard, fast…...I want everything, Eric. I want every bit of you inside of me, deep inside of me.” She gets out between moans and pants because Eric had started to kiss and suck on her neck as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

He pulls back and looks at her seriously, his forehead furrowed with the restraint he is trying to have. It breaks though looking into her eyes and seeing everything that has been building up between them.

She has waited too long for him to be ready, for him to know that he has proved himself to her.

“Lift your dress up and bend over the couch now, Cass.” He demands as he spins her around and is already moving her into position.

Cass bends over the back of the couch and moves the dress further up when he flips it to expose her.

She smirks back at him when he kicks her legs apart slightly. Something he took pleasure in doing during training when he decided she needed a little help with her forms or when firing a weapon.

The smirk quickly turns to a gasp as she feels him rubbing at her entrance. His eyes locked onto hers and he smiles wickedly.

“Don’t you fucking look away, Cass. Keep your eyes on me while I take you.” He sees her nod and swallow, her skin flushed with her eyes wide. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes Eric.” She uses that tone with him and shivers as she sees his shiver of pleasure just before he slams into her in one quick thrust.

“Good girl, Cass.” He gets out as he holds her eyes and stills in her for just enough time for her to adjust to him.

He can see her strain in taking him but he can also see she doesn’t want him to stop. In the few seconds he was stilled inside her, she has already started to show him just what she can do with those muscles he felt working over his fingers and it has him growling.

It also has him grabbing her hips and slamming into her over and over.

His hips snap as his body slams against hers. Cass can feel her body jarring with each forceful push. The muscles are strained in his body and veins are pushing up to the surface along his neck. He grits his teeth and grunts with each push into her.

His balls slap against her, hitting her swollen clit every time; making her gasp and moan out.

The entire time she can’t tear her eyes from his even as each thrust makes her feel like her eyes should be rolling into the back of her head. Add to that the fact that he has reached around her to start working on her clit and she can only cry out, gasp or mumble unintelligibly.

He is unleashing himself for her and only her as she sees his nostrils flared, his bottom lip between his teeth but it is his eyes holding hers that she sees it most.

He can’t take his eyes off hers as he takes her from behind. It is hard and rough, his fingers digging into her hips in an effort to keep her right where he needs her. They are connected for the first time but it still isn’t enough.

She reaches back and grabs one of her cheeks and bites her lip with after gasping on one of his thrusts. 

“What does it look like?” Her question is breathy and her skin flushes at the dirty nature of it.

The question and then the site as he looks to where his dick is being taken into her body has him groaning then looking back to her intensely. “Like we are fucking made for each other.” He growls out the answer then slams into her even harder, picking up the pace from the steady rhythm he had started with. “You were born to be for me, Cass. Only me.”

Cass can’t reply to that as he assaults her body with pleasure.

“Eric...I’m going to…” She trails off and moans as he pinches on her clit and groans along with her.

“I’m right there, Cass. Together baby. I need it to be together.” With a frown he realizes he wants her closer. Needs her closer for this. The hand that had never left her hair moves to snake around her chest and hauls her against his chest.

“I’m with you, Eric. Always.” She pants out as he resumes his thrusting motion into her. Her head is still turned to look back at him over her shoulder but his hand has moved from between her breasts to lightly go around her throat.

Eric smiles as he applies very light pressure to her neck. “All yours, Cass. Together now.” He grunts out the last part as he slams into her twice more and only allows his release when he feels her convulse around him.

As soon as he felt that her claimed her mouth again and took in her pleasure as he was giving her his too. Their chests were heaving as the stood there panting into each others mouths and still kissing.

They aren't done, not by a long shot.

He might have come harder than he ever has in his life but he still hard as granite.

His hands start to move to remove the only thing that is keeping her from being against him in the way he has only dreamed about to date. He never breaks the kiss or moves out of her as he unclasps the belt then unzips the dress.

It is only when he needs to let it fall from her to the floor that he pulls out of her and grins at her whimper and trying to pull him back.

With a huff she whips around as her hands go to the last bit of clothing he has on. She grins when she pulls hard until all the buttons pop off and his shirt pops open.

“Oops.” She says with a shit eating grin.

Eric only has time to quirk his eyebrow before he is groaning when she moves her mouth to stake her own claim along his neck. Between that and her hard nipples rubbing against his chest he is on the verge of going off again.

Who knew just her body against his finally would almost be enough to have him coming like some teenage boy.

Cass pushes the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms as she bites and sucks along his neck. She knows he is about to snap again because she can feel his muscles bunching up in his arms and she smiles into his neck.

“I promised I would have you in my bed before the end of the night, Cass, and fuck if I am going back on that promise. I don’t intend on us leaving it until tomorrow sometime....maybe not for a few days.” Eric says this as he has already pulled her so that her legs are wrapped around his waist and is kissing her between all of that as he walks with her.

He doesn’t even strain a bit when he reaches out and flicks on the bedroom light while still holding on to her with one arm. He is still kissing her as he lays her down on the bed and then starts to kiss down her body. His hands moving to remove her boots then move over her.

Cass shivers in pleasure and nerves and it draws Eric’s attention. He pulls back and frowns at her a little. “Are you ok, Cass?”

Eric looks at her as she bites her lip and nods but he sees she is nervous about something.

“I’m fine, Eric.” She finally gets out in a breathy voice.

Eric scowls at her because they talked about hiding shit from each other. “No, you aren’t. You are nervous about something.”

Cass huffs a little and swallows. “This will be the first time you are seeing me naked and…”

“Seriously? You are worried about…”

Cass rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Not about the naked part but I am nervous you won’t like what I had done.”

What she had….

Eric pulls back and looks down on her from his knees to take her in. She looks gorgeous there on his bed exactly where she belongs and from this night forward will always be.

He is so distracted by that thought that at first he doesn’t see what she might be talking about until he gets to just under her breasts. He sees the tattoos on her ribs that go down to her abdomen and then wrap around so that they form a ‘v’ just above her pelvis.

His breath picks up and his nostrils flare but he starts to get the biggest fucking grin as his gaze moves to what exactly is forming that v right above what he has always considered his and his alone.

From the upper rib down it was a Polynesian tribal art pattern that followed her curves perfectly. Until it got to the hip area where the pattern became the exact maze and symbol patterns from his forearms.

His hands hand started to move over and ghost across the patterns and he couldn’t even help how happy seeing that made him.

“When did you get this, Cass?” He finally got out after he had kissed back up her body and claimed her mouth a long, deep and meaningful kiss.

Letting her know how much he liked what she had done.

She sighed after he pulled back from the kiss, from relief that he liked it and from the kiss itself.

“That next week after….” She trailed off after he cupped her cheek and smiled as he nodded. “I never doubted what we were, Eric. I understood you needing to prove it to me, but I knew already.”

“I never wanted a doubt to be able to be cast by anyone, Cass.” His mouth hovered just above hers as he said this firmly.

This time it was Cass pulled in by a memory spurred on by his words. He had said almost the exact same thing in the almost same manner to her one year ago.

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Cass hadn’t seen Eric for most of the day. He had been busy with the new training group that he was supervising with Four and she was in and out of the Dauntless group as well as having been to a meeting with Erudite. She had been dragging ass for the first part of the day after having been kept out way later than she had planned by Max and Harrison.

Now the leaders wanted Eric and her to be at another party to officially celebrate their making leaders and getting their tattoos.

She had smirked when she was passing a group of members and she heard them whispering in hushed tones about Eric and him getting his leader tattoos. He was already feared and built a reputation for himself during training even. They both had really but Eric more so.

He was feared by most and respected by many. After that though it just built on it like a snowball. She had missed lunch and was just making it back into the compound by the time dinner rolled around when she was pulled into arms and then pressed against a wall almost as soon as she entered The Pit.

“You missed lunch.” Eric husked with a deep frown on his face.

He wouldn’t admit that he had been waiting in The Pit for Cass to anyone else. He didn’t need to admit it to her because she would already know.

He could count on one hand the amount of times they had missed meals together since early on in their training. No matter what, even if it wasn’t in the dining hall, they ate together.

Cass sighed tiredly and nodded. “Sorry. I messaged you but I was stuck at Erudite with the new R&D Head. The man is an imbecile. I do not know how he made it to that level but I think he might not be for that much longer. It is sad when a leader from another faction knows more about how your department works than you do.”

Eric smirked as he moved  her over. His body was pressing into hers his mouth so close to hers. He had every intention of stealing her away for the hours before they had to meet with the leaders and making good on what he had wanted to do last night.

Then the words from Four and last night in the parlor started to play in his head and he couldn’t help the scowl that came over his face.

“You aren’t just some girl I want to screw, Cass.” He ground out angrily as he held her eyes.

Cass was confused and shook her head. She had been in a slight daze from how close they were. How much she wanted for all the teasing to be over. His words pierced through the haze and left her frowning.

“I never said you thought that, Eric.” She tilted her head confused.

“No but others do.” This time he growled and his fists clenched.

“Well then it is a good thing I don’t give a fuck what others think, Eric.” She gritted out, wondering where the hell this was coming from.

“I shouldn’t, Cass. I never want anyone to be able to cast a doubt on this Cass. I don’t want anyone to be able to make you doubt that you are more. We are more.” His forehead was furrowed and he held her eyes with such intensity.

Cass swallowed and nodded. “I know, I just don’t know….”

“You don’t know what we are.” Eric finished and sighed; his mind whirling.

She is his and he already knew that they both knew that. Hell, the entire fucing faction knew that. She had no reassurance that he was hers just as much though.

How could he prove that to her? Prove that is wasn’t just physical for him. That he needs and wants her in ways he has never experienced with anyone else before.

That he knows deep down he never will experience with anyone else but her.

His mind connected the dots and then he was moving before he even informed her of what he was doing or where he was going. He had a hold of her hand and was pulling her along with him as he stalked his way back up to the leader's offices.

He knew for a fact that Max and at least Harrison would be in the senior leader's office. He knocked and Cass was looking at him with a frown. “Do you trust me, Cass?”

Cass’ breath caught in her throat at the intensity and need in Eric’s eyes and voice. So she did something she had only done once before.

“Yes Eric.” She replied in a tone that conveyed submissiveness but that wasn’t what it was truly for them. It was so much more and she saw his relief and happiness.

“Good girl, Cass” He returned her submissiveness with dominating tone but again it was so much more.

For them it was them saying with words and actions all that they would never give anyone else.

He had barely got that out with a smile and in a husky voice when the command of enter was being called out.

He tightened his hold on her hand and pulled her into the office with him when he opened the door. He was right Max and Harrison were both there but so was Victoria.

Eric mentally shrugged and thought that it might as well be all of leadership for this anyways.

“Eric. Cass….I thought you two would be grabbing dinner and getting ready for the night.” Max said with amused look, head tilted.

It took on a smug look when he saw Eric holding Cass’ hand and pulling her to his side.

“We will be shortly but there was something we needed to take care of before we do.” Eric said firmly.

Max quirked an eyebrow and motioned for Eric to go ahead.

Eric cast one look to Cass, who smiled at him, then took a breath and tensed his body. “We would like you to marry us. Tonight.”

Cass tried to not show any reaction but that was not something she had been expecting. She wasn’t going to object but she put a hand on his chest and willed him to look at her. She didn’t expect this of him and was worried he thought she might.

Eric forgot about the leaders for a moment as he faced her and shook his head. “No, I don’t think you expect this of me, Cass. That isn’t what this is about. I need you to know I am yours and only yours no matter what. I need you to know that and not doubt it but I need to show you; to prove it to you.”

“Eric, there isn’t any need…” She was stopped when he cupped her cheek and tilted her head to look at him. They held eyes for a while and she saw that he wanted this too and not just to prove himself to her. With a sigh and a small smile she nodded.

Eric tore his eyes from her and looked back to the leaders who looked a little stunned but also pleased. Cass nodded to Victoria who was looking at her as if to ask if she was really ok with it.

After Max had recovered from his own shock he quickly pulled out the certificates needed, then performed a small ceremony. They hadn’t wanted or needed to add anymore vows than were already in the standard one.

“Well, we have something to announce at dinner tonight.” Max said as he clapped his hands after he had given a copy of the certificate to them but also set it up to be filed with Candor in the morning.

Eric frowned and shook his head. “No, not yet. I don’t want it announced yet.”

He looked to Cass and steeled himself. A year could he hold out for a year?

Gods he fucking hoped so and that she understood. “Not until next year. On this night next year, you can make the announcement.”

Max frowned and looked between the two. “So you don’t want me to file it until then?”

Eric shook his head with a scowl that was defeating the fucking purpose. “Fuck no. File it now. We are married as of tonight and you can announce it as our fucking anniversary or some shit. I don’t really care to be honest that isn’t what this is about.” He had never broke his gaze from Cass so he saw the realization dawn on her.

She groaned a little as she closed her eyes and opened them again with the longing she knew they were going to be feeling before the end of that year and badly. She saw how important this was to him though and knew that in a way, deep inside her, it was just as important to her too.

He wanted to show her he would be as committed to her in every way, without the physical getting in the way. He wanted to show her she was more but holding off from taking their relationship that final step. Not until for a year he had shown then both what they meant for each other.

Cass reaches up and pulls Eric to her for a kiss, completing what was started that night in the Max’s office. They don’t pull back and they don’t need to. Eric slides into her as her tongues slides into his mouth.

She moans into his mouth as her body arches up into him. She had known a little of how large he was just from what she could see outlined in his pants but nothing had quite prepared her for how much he stretched her or how right it felt.

It didn’t stop her from trying to make herself even tighter around him as he moved slow at first inside of her. Soon though he was slamming into her once again as she begged him for all off him.

“Feels so fucking good, Cass.” Eric groans out as he holds her hands to the the sides of her head, her legs he had moved to be on either side of his head.

Cass couldn’t get out a reply as her head was thrown back and all she could do was moan, grunt and cry out with every body shattering thrust he made into her.

She couldn’t even warn him verbally when she was climaxing but he knew by the way her walls gripped him and pulled him in even further. This had happened twice already but he hadn’t stopped or let himself release yet. She could feel it in the tension of his thighs as they slapped against her with his moves into her.

“That’s it baby, come for me because I am ready to give you it all.” Eric growled as he had been holding his own release for as long as possible.

On the third time he knew he couldn’t hold out anymore and he roared his own release when she finally managed to get out one word in her climax.

“Eric!” His name tore from her throat as her body shook violently and he went deeper than he had earlier.

Both of their bodies were trembling as he collapsed beside her and pulled her to him. They lay there panting and trying to get their breathing under control for long minutes before Eric swallowed and looked over to Cass.

She had this cat that ate the cream smile of satisfaction, her skin was flushed beautifully and her chest heaving. He gave a little chuckle at her smile but also that he knew he had to have a shit eating grin to match hers.

She turned her head to look at him and her smile widened. “Was it worth the wait?”

Eric quirked an eyebrow and never lost his smile. “Every fucking minute of it, Cass. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. You?”

She sighed blissfully and shook her head. “Wouldn’t have traded a minute of it either, Eric.”

Eric’s grin changed to a little of a smirk and he shrugged. “Although, I wouldn’t have minded you having been slipped a damn serum a little earlier. I think I really enjoyed our little torture sessions too much to give them up, Cass.”

Cass smiled wickedly at him and raked her nails down his chest lightly. “Who said we would ever be doing that, Eric. It’s us. When have we ever given up on a little torture?”

Eric shook his head with his own wicked smile. “Never baby. It’s just how we like it.” He sighed as he started to kiss along her shoulder and then a thought struck him. “You gave him a push? The same kind of push that was arranged for you by your friends?”

Cass laughed and shrugged. “Not exactly the same but something along those lines. And at least I didn’t leave him hanging out to dry without any kind of relief.”

Eric laughed into her shoulder. “You set it up with Lynn and Ronnie too?”

Cass smirked. “I might have let it slip that I might be able to help her see a longtime wish and fantasy of hers come true if she was at the right place at the right time. Oh and that she get a few things for me from Ronnie.”

Eric’s nostrils flare in desire as he moved to pull her until she was straddling him. “Hmmm….well that sounds like a story for later then…..” He purrs out just before he guides her down on him as her head falls back and she hums her agreement.

TO BE CONTINUED?

#eric coulter #divergent #eric coulter fanfiction #divergent fanfiction #jai courtney

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“Fan art”Masterlist

Sometimes, people are just so damn cool that they take the time to draw something based on one of my writings...And today, I feel pretentious enough as to actually make a post about it, on my masterlist blog : 

Wolverine being cute by @audreythetealovingcat based off of my very first fan fiction on this site, that you can read here : “In love with the Wolverine”

Batfamily morning cuddles by @awesomeblueturtle based of off a Bruce Wayne x Chubby!reader story that you can read here : “You could have anyone”

Bruce wearing a crop top and just his boxers by @demigodslytherin based off of my story where Batman is being a bit goody : “Silly Bat’”

Bruce forcing Batmom to go the the dentist by @loganhowlett-ismyhusband based of my story where Batmom has a cavity : “That’s not how you negotiate”

Just a very cute “3000 followers” drawing by @audreythetealovingcat and I just feel like I had to share it because it’s PERFECT. 

One of Batmom’s tattoo by @bipolarink based on my story where Batmom explains what her tattoos mean : “Each tattoo is a story”.

Logan vs Bruce (...this is super pretentious, it’s actually a drawing of...me...) by the always super awesome @audreythetealovingcat :D.

Batmom annoying Tim by the great @audreythetealovingcat, based off of my story where Batmom got a tongue piercing : Pierced.

Logan/Wolverine and Bruce/Batman...As platypuses (yes, it’s as awesome as it sounds) by the ever so amazing @bipolarink. 

Batmom and Tim (baby number 3) by @mylenaart1998, inspired by a few of my fics, she created her own “Batmom” called Natasha and it’s freaking awesome !

The Batfam is basically Royalty by @mylenaart1998, from her serie inspired by my Batmom and all of that. 

Batmom and Damian (baby number 2) by @mylenaart1998 yet again, still from the series that my fics inspired (I’m overly excited).

Natasha Wayne by @mylenaart1998, oc inspired by my “main” Batmom from my stories and OH MY GOD I’m overly flattered.

Natasha Wayne 2 still by the awesome @mylenaart1998, just read above for the explanation of who the Hell is Natasha Wayne :D. 

Natasha Wayne 3, as badass as ever, by @mylenaart1998 :-).

The Batfam (work in progress) by @mylenaart1998, inspired by a few of my fics blahblahblah read right above for full story :-) STILL FREAKING AWESOME ! and here’s the FINISHED WORK of the Batfam taking a selfie !

Batmom and Cass, by @mylenaart1998, inspired by a few of my fics blahblahblah you know the drill. Cassandra needs more love <3. 

Damian being grossed out by his parents kissing (which happens more than once in my stories haha, also, work in progress), by @mylenaart1998, again, yes, because she’s absolutely brilliant ! <3 AND HERE’S THE FINISHED WORK OF DAMIAN BEING ROYALLY GROSSED OUT BY HIS PARENTS

Batmom meeting little Dickie (work in progress), by @mylenaart1998 (seriously, go follow her, it’s amazing !) AND HERE’S THE FINISHED WORK.

Another one of Batmom’s tattoos (little birds) by @bipolarink based on my story where Batmom explains her tattoos : “Each tattoo is a story”. 

Young Bruce and Batmom by @mylenaart1998 once again, still the Batmom that was inspired by a few of my fic and blahblahblah it’s great. 

“I’m pregnant !” (work in progress) by @mylenaart1998, as usual, inspired by my stuffs, her own Batmom, blahblahblah. 

Birthday gift by @bipolarink <3. 

Happy new year from the Batfam by @mylenaart1998

Jason’s death (work in progress) by @mylenaart1998  with her own version of Batmom she based on mine (that story as well : “How terrible it is to love something that death can touch”)

Bunch of awesome Batfam moments (inspired by diverse stories of mine, adapted with her own version of my Batmom) by @mylenaart1998 as usual, it’s fucking great <3. 

Batfam outing (work in progress) <3 Lines, FINISHED WORK, by once again, @mylenaart1998 who’s just too damn awesome. 

Me as...a demon writer ? by the awesome @audreythetealovingcat, like, someone drawing me, it’s weird and great at the same time. 

Batsis by @acejackle, totally awesome <3. 

A mad Bruce, exasperated Clark, and cute baby Thomas by the ever so amazing @audreythetealovingcat

After Batmom’s death, angst by @audreythetealovingcat

Tiny Dickie and Baby Jason, by the ever so awesome @mylenaart1998

Tiny Dickies learns he’s gonna have a lil’ bro, by @mylenaart1998

Kakashi and reader by @audreythetealovingcat of course.

My mom thinks you’re cute (inspired by my Jason Todd x Single!mom story) by the ever so amazing @mylenaart1998 !

Jason Todd x Single!mom 2 still by the great @mylenaart1998

#masterlist #fan art #like this is super cool #ellana ravenwood #Ella Archives #BLAHBLAHBLAH #it's also a bit cocky and pretentious I guess #but just so damn cool #thank you #to anyone who would take the time #to draw anything #somewhat #based #on my writings

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Top 5 Series that fundamentally shaped you as a person

Ask Me My Top Five Anything!

ohhhhhh yikes. Lemme think haha, there’s several that immediately come to mind but I really wanna put some thought into this uwu I’ll try to put them in some semblance of a rational order heh

1. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (and slightly 2003)

I had always been into “anime” like Pokemon and Hamtaro when I was a kid, but it was about seven years ago when I started watching actual anime. My first was Kekkaishi on Adult Swim, and I liked it enough, but that was also during the first English dub airing of Brotherhood, and it would come on right after Kekkaishi did, so I would watch it sometimes. I think the first episode I remember seeing was a flashback of Ishval, and one scene I prominently remember was Riza talking to Ed in her apartment (when she’s cleaning her pistol and she asks Ed if he loves Winry LMAO). I thought it looked cool and I realized that my mom’s friend’s (she lives with us) son had all but one dvd set of the original 2003 anime. I binge watched it (only missing the short dvd arc where Hughes was killed, which was later in 03 than in Brotherhood), and I fell in love. After that, I dove into Brotherhood and started buying the manga volumes (which were also being released as the anime aired). It remains my favorite franchise to this day, and I’m honestly glad that I saw 03 first because??? there’s certain things I still like about it, and even though Brotherhood is the superior and truest (to Arakawa’s actual vision of the story) version, I’m glad I was able to appreciate the original. I feel like I’d be turned off by it if I watched it after the fact, you know?

What I love about Fullmetal is just the thought that goes into the characters and the events that go on. In Brotherhood, every single character, including fuckin side characters like Yoki, have a specific purpose. The story and lore of the world is so immersive and well thought out and just so intelligent? I love all of the scientific and historical allusions Arakawa makes, and the character development is so beautiful and wonderful (namely in characters like Ed and Al, whose quest changes from something that only concerned themselves to something that concerns literally their whole country and eventually the entire world, if they hadn’t have stopped Father– and Scar, who only wanted revenge, but eventually saw past it and recognized the same greater good that Ed and Al did, even going as far to make the huge mindset change from REVENGE IS ONLY THE ANSWER AND I WILL DISOBEY MY GOD IN ORDER TO ULTIMATELY SERVE THEM to Miles’s mindset of I will use what has been given to me to change minds and make the world a better place for my people)

No joke I’m literally so tempted to apply for a panel at a convention that would just be a huge love letter to this series, where I discuss all of these things I feel in depth. I have 0 idea how to apply for a panel tho haha

2. Pokemon

When I was little, I would go to my mom’s work and just hang out after school. There was one coworker she had who was a young guy, like early twenties, and he really liked me. One day, he brought Pokemon LeafGreen for me to play, and I absolutely fell in love with it (literally my first playthrough, I got in one of the Ye Olde Metapod vs Metapod Fights hahaha). I think that was around first grade, soooo like 2004 ish? It just so happened that I had a friend who was getting a DS, so she gave me her gameboy advance SP and I bought LeafGreen uwu

After that, I’ve had at least one pokemon game from each gen and a few of the spinoffs since. I have FireRed and LeafGreen, Emerald, Blue on the virtual console, Gold, Crystal (that didn’t work), Pearl, Diamond, Platinum, Black, White 2, Y, Omega Ruby, Moon, soon Moon Ultra, Mystery Dungeron Red and Blue rescue teams, Mystery Dungeon Darkness/Time/Sky, Trozei, Rumble Blast, Battle Revolution, and the original Pokemon Ranger. 

It really helped me when I was little because it exposed me to the world of creature design, which is like my ultimate career path (I would like to be a creature and character design artist for a game company, though for now I’ll settle on an art teacher haha). Some of my first shitty OCs were Pokemon ripoffs, heh. It’s just why it’s always been easier for me to draw animals and creatures; I’m only just now getting into humans tbh.

3. The Land Before Time

This is probably the most random series on this list lmao. I grew up with the original movies, like, big time. Ever since I was 5 until I was like 17, I had wanted to be a paleontologist because of these movies. I still absolutely love dinosaurs so much, and Imma rant for a second buttt

The main tattoo I want is of a Tylosaurus P. skeleton because??? i loved dinosaurs and I bought this wii game where you play as different prehistoric marine reptiles (since they’re not considered dinosaurs but still) ((and i recognize it now but that game was so bad but i loved it to death)) and one of them was a tylosaur, it was my favorite. Fast forward a few years, my aunt took me to go on a dig (which I hated bc it was out in the heat) but I met a woman there who worked at a museum and she??? invited me to come help excavate one in the lab???? and guess what the actual fuck it was

it was a tylosaurus p. skull. My exact favorite dinosaur, right down to the specific genus. 

That was incredible because I was actually able to touch and help excavate the skull? which is a big deal bc the skeletons you see in museums usually aren’t the real thing, just plasters. So the fact that I was able to touch the real deal was one of the best things to ever happen to me.

So yeah I fucking love dinosaurs and if teaching doesn’t work out I’m gonna try and do paleontology stuff

4. Okami

This was one of the first wii games I ever got REALLY SUPER into. If you don’t know what this game is, it’s a literal work of art where you play as the reincarnated Japanese sun goddess who took on the form of a wolf, and her power is that the tip of her tail is like a brush and she can paint things into existence. This really got me to make my first ever “real” OCs, even though they were mainly fan characters. One I’ve abandoned, but two became like their own entities. One I still call a fan character because her entire story has to do with the game and I can’t really tailor her into her own thing, but for the other, I made her her own series. Little Baby Dylan wrote enough content for 4 whole manga series with this bitch, because even I had an “I want to be a mangaka” phase. Obviously looking back on it now, they were garbage, but I really want to redo her series because I miss and love her. Anyway, if Pokemon introduced me to character creation, Okami introduced me to worldbuilding and lore development. 

I also kind of want to write fanfiction for the one fan character bc I feel her story is really good? I just don’t know if there’s a place for fan character-centric fics on Ao3, since she’s the main character and she only interacts with canon characters (especially since she’s kind of an OCxCanon thing and idk how well that’s accepted there;;;;; )

I doubt anyone would want to see them but I may draw them again sometime if anyone’s interested haha

5. Dark Souls

One of my first “more mature” gaming experiences along with Skyrim and Fallout 3, the Souls series exposed me to the wonders of Dark Storytelling and Dark Atmosphere and *gasp* Eldritch themes. The unforgiving and sinister nature of these games just fuckin drew me in, I was enraptured at the tone that this game was able to produce. When I branched off from the Okami verse and made the world for the fan-character-turned-original-character, I took a lot of inspiration from this game and the atmosphere it was able to create. The story was so dark and the characters were all very weird and even some could have been considered otherworldly. I still really love the feel of it all and, through it, I learned how to draw certain creepy things and evoke certain emotions from my art (see: that drawing I did of Envy’s true form haha)

Sorry this was so long Megan;;; Thank you very much for asking though!!

#askmeme #about me #princesstuttu

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A REALLY LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.

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FULL NAME : Will be revealed in due time. NICKNAME : Frog, Blackberry, Atlas, Kouji, Jackal, Bork Pupper The First. AGE : Actually waaaay more old than one would think, yet appears to be around his mid twenties. BIRTHDAY : November 10th. ETHNIC GROUP : Japanese. NATIONALITY : Technically japanese. LANGUAGE / S : English, japanese, chinese. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Demisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Demiromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Widowed. CLASS : Way before anything happened, middle classed. Afterwards it simply didn’t matter, wolves such as him and his pack cared not for such things. HOME TOWN / AREA : Deep in the woods of Japan, areas unexplored by men still. CURRENT HOME : Adjacent rural areas, any place he can find or any place the humans who ‘adopt’ him take him to. PROFESSION : Unemployed.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Black with a bluish hue to it, bangs split in the middle and stand up at the end just like the rest of his hair. Short but abundant. EYES : Sharp, almost cat like. Golden hues with a certain ‘dna’ pattern in the iris around the pupil, barely visible unless seen upclose. FACE : Oval shaped, sharp chin. LIPS : Thin and long, upper lips stands out more than the lower lip. Pale-ish, don’t really stand out much. COMPLEXION : Skin is pale yet not unhealthy looking, a little dry and rough to the touch however except where the tattoos are: there the skin is smooth and soft.  BLEMISHES : None. SCARS : None, supernatural healing allows no scarring. TATTOOS : Many, starting from the face then following his collarbone and very base of the neck that go around the back of it as well, upper arms and then shoulder blades/back. Was born with them. HEIGHT : Six feet three inches exactly if standing completely straight. (6′3″)  WEIGHT :  One hundred and seventy eight pounds. (178 lbs) BUILD : Muscular, thick and toned overall. Broad chest and somewhat small hips, thick thighs. Has a very obvious case of them bara tiddies. FEATURES : Long somewhat sharp nails, sharp canines that poke out slightly over lower lips. ALLERGIES : Silver, will make his skin turn red and swell. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Pretty messy overall, never attempts to comb through it or fix it up a bit. USUAL FACE LOOK : Blank, curious yet plain looking. USUAL CLOTHING : Jeans and nothing else. No shoes, no shirt, no underwear.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Losing a loved one, murder. (Despite his ability of easily being capable of commiting the latter.) ASPIRATION / S : To get revenge on the one that took his life away. (If possible) Find a new path in life, and new life itself. POSITIVE TRAITS : Friendly, modest, forgiving, faithful, loyal, confident, listener, patient, open-minded, accepting. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Ignorant, naive, gullible, innocent, unsympathetic, extremist, resentful, merciless, cruel. ZODIAC : Scorpio. Known to hold grudges for a very long time and avoid/hide their emotions often, yet known to be extremely loyal if the circumstances are right. TEMPERAMENT : Phlegmatic. The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive. SOUL TYPE / S :  Helper:   Helper types have plenty of common sense, and a pragmatic approach to problems that ensures things get done. With their no-nonsense, roll-your-sleeves-up-and-get-the-job-done approach to life, Helpers keep the modern world rolling. Without them, our cities would grind to a halt, and the infrastructure of our societies would crumble. VICE HABIT / S :  Spacing out, getting easily distracted, being stubborn sometimes. VIRTUES / VICES: Compassion, patience, forgiving, ready to help if possible. FAITH : Unsure. Believes in certain ‘gods’ and ‘godesses’. GHOSTS ? : No. AFTERLIFE ? : Yes, experienced it himself for a while. REINCARNATION ? : Yes, experienced it and is aware of it. ALIENS ? : Has no idea what those are. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : None. Does not care. EDUCATION LEVEL : Has never gone to any form of school or formal education. Knows speech yet lacks in writing or reading skills.

FAMILY.

FATHER :  Remembers he had one, does not remember face nor name. MOTHER : Remebers her face yet not her name. SIBLINGS :  Many. EXTENDED FAMILY :  A few adopted abandoned pups here and there. NAME MEANING / S : Does not remember their names. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : None.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : — MOVIE :  — 5 SONGS :  — HOLIDAY : New year. MONTH : December. SEASON : Winter. PLACE : Forest, near a river. WEATHER : Cloudy and cold. SOUND : Snow crunching under his steps. SCENT / S : Wood. TASTE / S : Salty. FEEL / S : Soft, sandy. ANIMAL / S : Canines in general. NUMBER : 4. COLORS : Black, white, grey.

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  Anything involving the use of his strength, fast and agile, be surprisingly delicately when he wants to be despite the claws and rough overall looks. BAD AT : Expressing/understanding his own emotions and the emotions of others, anything mathematical unless extremely basic. TURN ONS : Shows of power/dominance/strength/attitude, no hesitation, authority. TURN OFFS : Unconfidence, softness. HOBBIES : ‘Studying’ humans and anything having to do with them and their lifestyles. TROPES : werewolf, amnesic character, inherently powerful, innocent yet destructive main character, cute but deadly, shapeshifting, reincarnation, dog-like traits,  AESTHETIC TAGS : wolves / night / moon / cute / fangs GPOY QUOTES :  ❝ I might have forgotten who I was— But I’ll never forget what you did to me. ❞  / ❝ If there’s not a path to follow I shall make my own and find home. ❞    

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Ren (Rhyme form) from DMMd.  ALT FC / S : Ren in his allmate form. OLDER FC / S : — YOUNGER FC / S : — VOICE CLAIM / S : — GENDERBENT  FC / S : — 

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?          

A1 :  The movie would simply be tittled ‘Home’ and it’d be a kind of documentary about this wolf’s life, the struggles and good moments and how he built his pack from nothing up to the moment the monster attacked and destroyed everything he had worked so hard for. Not specifically high budget but would certainly have a lot of elements to make it look like so, lots of scenery and slow motion captures, close ups and beautiful scenes on the snow.

Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?          

A2 : More often than not just the sound of the night and nature: frogs croaking and rain falling; a river flowing, snow crunching under their paws; muffled and far away callings of other animals. 

Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?        

A3 :  He started of as one of my very first oc’s, specially after I started drawing and was just doodling random scribbles and whatnot; somehow I ended up drawing the same wolfman over and over again and in the end I decided to give him a story. Though, that was many years ago, this version of him is pretty much completely redacted, almost a brand new character, yet the original idea and overall story is still the same.

Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?          

A4 :  His superficial simplicity yet how complex he can be once you learn about his full story and feelings.

Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.          

A5 : Since he was pretty much raised in the wild he doesn’t know what’s morally right or wrong on modern human society, so despite trying to live as a human he isn’t looking in the right places and could be molded in the wrong ways. What I’m saying is he’s too gullible and can’t seem to think anything a human tells him is wrong, even when it is obvious. It’s soooooo easy to lie to him.

Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?          

A6 :  We both can’t express our feelings properly, or are just too closed up sometimes.

Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?          

A7 : “I like him.”

Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?        

A8 : So far all of his interactions have been pretty interesting since all the characters he’s talked to so far are all so unique and different from the other. No thread is alike.

Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?        

A9 :  It’s a little weird to put it, but my own search for curiosity in human morals and motivations gives me a lot of inspiration to write a character that does the same thing from a different perspective.

Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?          

A10 :  A literal entire fucking day.

#( This is who I am ) Headcanons #THIS TOOK FOR-FUCKING-EVER #WHY DO I TYPE SO SLOWLY #I also had to think for a long time about a few things #what a way to put things into motion again #jfc

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Week 5 Recap

Little late on this one... Anyway, it’s been an eventful week for my muses, here’s the week’s recap of what happened for @thedandyman-tis and all my other lovely followers! 

- I designed a blanket octopus oc on random inspiration, and I gave her to @jays-fictional-fun

- I’m grounded indefinitely, but keep sneaking bits of time on to check on things around here... 

- I have like 3 more oc ideas I intend on designing and keeping

- Had my first magic anon event, with not one but two spells! It was super fun and I can’t wait to do another sometime. :D 

Tawhai: 

- For the magic anon event he was a real shapeshifter, but it got harder and harder for him to turn back to his usual self with each transformation. Not knowing this, he went around showing off the new powers to several of his friends. 

- Stopped by to talk with @jays-fictional-fun, demonstrating his new ability by turning into a human so she’d be a bit more comfortable with him being there. He gladly turned into a couple of other things at her request - a giant, colorful frog and the scariest thing he could think up. 

- Eagerly showed (formerly) askademi-guy’s Maui the new shapeshifting ability by turning into a perfect copy of him. Tawhai seemed pretty interested in the strange new form, understandable considering he doesn’t usually have hair or bones or tattoos among several other things. 

- Showed @rue-eelings the new power by turning into a copy of her as well, but gave her a scare doing so. He changed back as quickly as was possible at that point, and promised her that if the power lasted he would only use it for emergencies. Cuddling and sweetness ensued as usual. 

- Showed @white-fire-the-dragon as well, turning into a dragon, though the conversation quickly took a different direction as Tawhai noticed the state Dominic was in and asked what had happened. Dominic explained, very upset about having hurt some of her friends and possibly eaten someone, and Tawhai did what he could to comfort her. 

- Walked up to @subukunojess disguised as Tamatoa just for the fun of it, wanting to meet her anyway since he had heard so much about her from Brier. 

Brier: 

- Before the M!A, she had a little interaction with @glamorous-revenge while he was drunk. She mentioned how she had become one of @chaotic-wayfinder‘s pets, and Tamatoa wasn’t so sure he approved of that at all. 

- For the other spell of the double magic anon event, Brier was turned into some kind of quadrupedal bird-monster, kind of like a griffon but with no lion and with four eyes. 

- Met @tealtambourine‘s Suia while in bird-monster form. He could understand her chirping and chattering, so that was nice, though at first he was playing with her a bit and acting like he was going to eat her and just drawing it out. He didn’t eat her, though, and they ended up talking a bit, and Suia helped her figure out flying with her new wings. 

- Approached @subukunojess (in her Tamatoa state for her Monster Week event), who was not exactly pleased with her intrusion until Brier managed to communicate who she was by scratching her name into the ground. Brier also told her about the magic Tawhai was under, and Jess explained her own current spell as well.

- Approached @glamorous-revenge, almost getting eaten for doing so and only barely getting out of it by pointing out her collar. She wrote her name in the sand and gestured once he put her down, showing him who she was, much to his surprise. 

- Told my personal favorite joke to @subukunojess

- Joined Jess’s Tamatoa protection squad for during mating season

- Stopped by @glamorous-revenge‘s cave again, human again this time, and offered to help with whatever she could. She’s mopping up on his shell now to get everything nice and sparkly, singing to herself a bit as is her habit while working.

Kaihanga: 

- Introduced himself to the spider ladies of @spiders-from-lalotai 

- Continuing to keep a hold on @goldlovesthedecapoda, who is beginning to struggle less now 

- He’s interested in @white-fire-the-dragon‘s shapeshifting ability, especially now that she’s actually shown him 

- @tealtambourine‘s Ombra mentioned life in Hunapo’s gang not being ideal. In need of a few new companions anyway, Kaihanga offers to take him with him, not knowing how exactly things work with Hunapo. 

Kanohi: 

- Continues to be not the least bit intimidated by @tealtambourine‘s Suia and his warnings/threats. Though, something tells me she probably should pay a little more mind to them... (She totally won’t though, being who she is.)

#week 5 #recap #ooc

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OC meme answers

Filling out the previous post.

1. Your first OC ever? The earliest character I remember making was an armored flamethrowing bad guy named Cinder. I made him to be an antagonist for my brother's OC. Cinder is an industrial saboteur in his current incarnation. 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? I am probably most fond of Nick Chapel, Psychic Detective. 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? Several. A good handful of my characters were PCs in tabletop games I ran. 4. A character you rarely talk about? The less developed they are, the less I talk about them. 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? I have several favorites but I think the world would get the most milage out of Man Man. He always manages to be in the wrong despite his best intentions. 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? There are trends. Open shirts. Facial hair. Tattoos. Sunglasses. No capes. 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? I'm building fuel for several stand alone books set in a common universe. 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! Nick Chapel and Swingin' Johnny Go both began as Old World of Darkness characters. Nick was my Gangrel and Johnny was an Ecstatic mage. 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? I would give back what I have borrowed. I might lend an OC if said OC was already well established and characterized. 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? What, visually? Probably Upside Downe is the most complicated because he's more of a celebrity (of the modern fashion) than a superhero. As such his look varies from day to day but is always flamboyant. In his early conception I took some inspiration from Dennis Rodman. Nowadays he's closer to Red Foo. 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? Maybe el Constrictador. 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot I tend to be drawn to any character who is a fanatic or a literal angel, preferably both at the same time. 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? Lady Angst is true to her name. 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory I try to stay away from that trope since it's done into the ground in the superhero genre (see women in refrigerators.) That said, I suppose Maxine Force has seen some tragedy of late; her husband died suddenly and painfully, Maxine tried to transfer his consciousness into an AI, and then said AI was overwritten and appropriated by enemy agents, resulting in a twisted android mockery of a good man. 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? AD INFINITUM 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? Definitely Professor Pinnacle though Man Man is a close second. 17. Any OC OTPs? Lady Angst/Swingin' Johny Go, as well as Zapatta the Mystic/Maid Malice 18. Any OC crackships? Idano, I guess Nick and Melanie Plutarch. That's going nowhere. 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) I'm still working on this character but Quanta is based on a teacher I respect. 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? The Fat Lady is a coloratura and an amazing improvisational singer, though she tends to shatter all glass in the vicinity. Johnny is the front man of a swing band and can also use his sonic powers to manifest music but he says it's just not the same as a live performance. 21. Your most artistic OC Again, Johnny. In addition to singing and playing, he crafts string instruments semi-professionally. 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? I have to be very deliberate in my depiction of Solomon King. He's a guy wearing a flag so I have to be clear with his characterization and his ideals, or else people would just project their personal politics on him. 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? Thorn was originally just some generic beefy white dude in his 20s with plant powers. The current Doctor Thorn is 50 or older, a genius botonist, black, an amputee, and very cynical owing to the public's past reception of his race. Hell, public's not crazy about him right now. 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? I would meet the Stregga Sisters so I could ask what their deal is. I need to develop them. 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) As a younger man, that would most closely be Johnny but now I'm turning 39 and I identify more with Nick. We both prefer classic movies. 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? I was confronted with how 7 out of 7 of my most significant American figures were all male so I gender-swapped Maxwell Force into Maxine. S/he's more interesting now. I have plenty of female characters (close to half) and a loooot of female second bananas but the lack of female leadership is still something I'm struggling with. 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? Actually, the first plot scenario and its main perpetrators came to me in a dream, complete with a rap song. So in particular Edifice Wrex is the rapper of my dreams. 28. Your most dangerous OC? DEFINITELY the Chokester. Imagine the Joker crossed with Venom and classically trained in traditional European buffoonery. 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? Several, really. Nick, Zapatta... Lady Angst would live cast it. 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? La Nina maybe. Of course life on the road would mean nowhere to keep it... 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) Let me point out that I myself have been involved with goth culture since about 1995. That said, Lady Angst is heavily involved with social media and reblogs all the most ridiculously stereotypical goth stuff with plenty of vaguebooking thrown in as she bemoans her personal situation and throws shade at people in the community. She has the worst kept secret identity in the whole long underwear game. 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? Spiderbite Emma is a pragmatic survivor. Plus she can turn people into wolves so she's got that going for her. 33. Your shyest OC? I've gathered many brazen personalities, them being superheroes and all. That said, probably Catfight. Her anthro-feline body is a constant target for unwanted attention. 34. Do you have any twin characters? Not at this time. 35. Any sibling characters? Reveal: Angst and Emma are sisters! Don't tell no one. Be cool. I'm still cooking the Force family but there's the young adult Gail Force and the tween Maxwell (found a new use for that name.) 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? Nope. 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human Like all of them. I just got finished fleshing out a OC who's a sasquatch, Professor "Squatcho" Henderson. 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? For all her flaws, sucking at dancing is not among Lady Angst's failings. Zapatta is two thousand years old and lascivious so he can probably cut a rug. For that matter and for similar reasons Santacles would know every winter folk dance there is. 39. Introduce any character you want I have a fondness for the Keeper, a combo speedster/tank. She’s Britain’s most popular hero, goalkeeper themed, and seven and a half feet tall. She was born out of some RPG build experiments, the idea being that her low end cosmic awareness tells her what’s happening, her speed helps her intervene, and then her thick skin absorbs the hit. 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share In my early 20s I used to hang out at night with friends of mine in the local all night diner, drinking unlimited coffee, playing games, eating the breakfast buffet, etc. We were all either just out of college or just out of high school and we were all commiserating our bleak futures. I would sketch and color a character pic every night. Most of those characters are scrapped now but a few (like Sonofagun) have made the cut. The pictures got moldy in storage, sad to say. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) See above. 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? Many of them ARE Greek gods. My Mary Sue, Mail-man would be most genuinely interested. 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess See above, #6. 44. Something you like about your OCs in general They are diverse and few have anything stereotypical about them. They are all their own people. 45. A character you no longer use? NEVER ASK ME ABOUT STEVE 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? Nah. I'm so wary of fridging characters that I don't heap much abuse on them. Plus, there's a revolving door on death. 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? As I've said, some are on permanent loan from their player parents. 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure Nah. Maybe Catfight. She's trying to get into Man Man's crew and it's going to be disastrous. 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes Probably Magnum Opus. 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want Top Rocker of Earth has a passing similarity to Lobo in that both are cosmic bikers and general nasty asskickers but in truth Top draws most from Terrax the Tamer. If you want, you can tag your ask answers with #yetanotherOCmeme so I can check them out too `v´9