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christinesficrecs · 3 years

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Hi! Long time listener, first time caller. Your recs are a Godsend, real stress busters. Any fics you can recommend that are gonna be lengthy? Like I’m talking real time killers. But also Derek is a werewolf. And he and Stiles fall in love between all the monster fighting and the bickering back and forth. And just a real good slow burn. I think that’s all. Ok thanks for being so awesome!

Haha! That’s awesome. 💜 Well, time killers are 100K+ but there are also some great fics in the 50K tag.

@shimmeringstarrs and anyone else looking for tags to dive into. 😉 The word count tags are on the left of the tag page. Under 3K, Under 10K, Under 50K, Over 50K, 100K and Novel Length.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla) | 149.1K | Explicit

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi | 156.7K | Mature

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Pack Wars by miss_aphelion | 158.6K | Mature

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Trust Fall by Stoney | 144.2K | Explicit

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam | 105.1K | Explicit

It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

Bruises and Bitemarks | 121.5K | Explicit

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

Running Up That Hill by maypoison | 139.4K | Explicit

“Even before the pack joined together, Scott was trying to protect you. And he still is trying to protect you, even if it means leaving you out of all this.”

Stiles does roll his eyes at that. “Yeah, but it didn’t work did it. I was still involved, and so was my Dad. We were nearly killed by Matt, and then Gerard.”

“My point is, people change. Relationships aren’t always perfect. Scott's tried to kill me before."

Stiles raises an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying that someone trying to kill you is just a small flaw in a relationship?"

“We’re werewolves.” Derek answers with a shrug, as if that was a perfectly good explanation.

Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation | 172.3K | Explicit

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

You Don’t See Straight by annber | 174.9K | Explicit

Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC's.

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam | 180K | Explicit

It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all.

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #100k #novel length #eyes-of-a-disney-princess

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hiagainyou · 3 years

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You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

If your character could instantly change one thing about themselves, what would it be and why? What is one thing about themselves that they would never want to lose and why?

GOD I KEEP FORGETTING TO ANSWER THIS

It's been a long week lol, I have trash brain

If your character could instantly change one thing about themselves, what would it be and why?

I wanted to talk about another monster prom oc of mine and her name is Godiva and the complicated thing about her that she would change is also the thing she wouldn't ever want to lose.

Was born in a family of strong witches, each witch granted the power of two sacred heirlooms, the Amulet of Actaeon which possessed the power to manipulate nature and form a deep connection with the earth and a parasite named Acheros who is a trusted companion in the family and serves as both a guide and protector for budding witches.

The Eastey magic wasn't hidden, they had used their powers to protect the townspeople and also lend a helping hand, if crops had turned out bad that year they would use their magic to help out or something just as simple as misplacing an item, their presence was welcomed all around town and they were cherished by everyone.

Almost everyone.

The church had heard about the Amulet's power and had sought it for themselves, asking the family for it in order to cause miracles and spread the will of their lord but her mother had refused, saying that not just anyone could be embedded with the Amulet's power and those too weak could die or become too corrupt and ultimately become the Amulet's vessel.

Of course the church hadn't like this and refused to listen, spreading lies and controversies in order for the town to turn on the family and the church take the Amulet by force.

Before the townspeople's could reach their house her mother had embedded both the Amulet and Acheros into Godiva, the Amulet's power only being useful/powerful in the Amulet's "home" i.e where it was formed, as she was the only child left in the family that was strong enough to withstand such a procedure.

Her mother used the rest of her magic to both fuse Godiva with the heirlooms and seal her off for protection against outside forces while she "slept".

The reason that Godiva wants to get rid of Acheros and the Amulet is because she just wanted more time with her family and just being a kid, she was only 11 when all this happened to her, could you imagine waking up and your whole families dead? Bound by the reminder of their demise? Having to go through the excruciating pain of two beings bonding with you and changing your body to better fit their powers? She was born in 1601, she's around 419 years old, she had to watch the world change around her and was hopeless in everything, staying sheltered in her forest for her protection and just her refusal to accept change. Of course the heirlooms would've been bound to her eventually but not at such a young age, when would have accepted them wholeheartedly when she was ready but to have all of this power and responsibilities when you barely know your way in life is tough and confusing.

But on the other hand she wouldn't want to get rid of this because her family died trying to protect these two things and she'd be damned to let selfishness get in the way of everything.

GOD WHY WAS THIS SO HARD TO GET OUT SKSKDJF MY BRAIN REALLY CHOKED✊🏾😔

Again sorry if this isn't coherent it's 1:30 am, I had work, I'm very tired, and words are hard🤯

Taglist: @thatslikesometaldude @kissthe-gogoat

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rinusagitora · 4 years

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The love, lead, and the undead.

Fandom: Monster Prom

Characters: Vicky Schmidt, Damien LaVey, Brian Yu, Oz, Zoe, Vera Oberlin, Liam de Lioncourt, Blobert, Scott Howl, Stan LaVey, Lucien LaVey, OC: Mungandr,

Pairings: Brian/Damien/Vicky, Oz/Zoe, Lucien/Stan

Words: 4.1k

Summary: Canon divergent. Chapter 6/?. WARNINGS— violence, gore, drug use, major character death; Their worst nightmare comes to fruition.

Vicky had a headache the size of Manhattan and not even dope eased the rumble of her head.

“I’m dying,” she announced as she pushed a pair of heavily tinted sunglasses up the bridge of her stupidly tiny nose. “Why the fuck did you guys let me drink so much? I mean, that whiskey was expensive so I wanted to make sure we finished that, but I had six other drinks on top of it.”

“Because we were less than sober ourselves, and I, for one, wanted to see how much you could drink before you absolutely couldn’t walk.”

“Fuck you, Brian.”

“You did that at least twice. I was there,” Damien said.

“Damien. Unless the next words out of your mouth magically make my headache go away, I will carve out my colon and floss your teeth with it.”

Vicky tossed her joint out of the window when the school came into view. Brian parked and she tumbled out of the car. He was sweet enough to massage her neck at least.

Immediately, the trio was bombarded by Scott. Vicky wasn’t made with cat reflexes, so while her boyfriends deftly stepped out of reach, she was squashed in his huge arms and chest. Her arms laid by her side. At least if she suffocated, her head wouldn’t hurt so much.

“Vicky! Vera told me all about how awesome you were yesterday. You’re so awesome!” Scott cheered.

“Scott, I think you’re hurting her.”

Scott dropped her. Vicky involuntarily gasped for air. Nonetheless, she peered around Scott and beamed when she laid eyes on Blobert.

“Hey there, buddy!” Brian chirped. He strode over with uncharacteristic charm and hugged Blobert. Vicky was kind of jealous he got to hug Blobert first. “How’s it going? We missed you at the game.”

“I’m sorry. Stocking’s water broke at the shelter, so I stayed to help deliver her kitties.”

“Oh my god, do you have pictures of them?”

“I do! I’ll text them to you later today. I have something for Vicky, however.”

Vicky blinked. “For me? Why?”

“Forgive me for prying, Vicky, but I saw you running away from school the other day. Valerie told me what happened… the business concerning your uncle. I know there isn’t anything I can do to heal what he has done to you, but I hope you understand that you are loved, and I know for a fact you have many friends who will protect you.” Blobert pressed a card into her hand. “I know this isn’t much, but I hope it will remind you that you have many people who love you and will never hurt you.”

Vicky leaped onto Blobert and squeezed him. “Thank you, Blobert, you’re an amazing friend. My uncle was… an awful man, but you’re right. I have a family here with all of you. There’s nothing more I want.” Aside from more painkillers for her head.

“Anyways, I should get going. I have a quiz today. I’ll catch you guys around.”

“Bye, Blobert.”

Scott resumed squeezing Vicky. “I’m sorry I took your arm off the other day. I was so scared! You were running and screaming and I got scared, so I grabbed you. I guess I don’t know my strength.”

Vicky felt awful. She hurt Scott in her tizzy to escape, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. “It wasn’t your fault. My arm fell off because I ripped open my stitches to get away,” she explained. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

Her head felt like it imploded. The Christmas she kissed Liam flashed before her eyes.

---

Oz exuded goo. Fear wheezed and whined. His head was lolled against Zoe’s shoulder as he breathed raspily, and his hair had seeped down into her lap like candle wax. It was so hard for him to keep his shape when the spear sucked out his power like soft marrow.

“Baby?” Zoe said hoarsely. Her tentacles were dry. “Are you still with me?”

“Barely,” he mumbled.

“I have an idea how to get out,” she said. Oz hummed quizzically. “You probably won’t like it.”

“Can it be any worse than this?”

“Is the spearhead on your side?” Zoe asked.

Oz lifted his head. The tip of the spear was shaped like a spade from a deck of cards. He gave a resigned sigh. There were worse fates than having that ripped through his chest, like Vicky's death. “It is. It’s pretty wide, though, so we’ll need to pull hard.”

“What? No, Oz, I need it to pick our cuffs. You’re going to have to break it off.

He was relieved. “Can you pull it closer? Slowly, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Zoe grunted. He heard her tentacles and teeth grip it. Slowly, with enormous strain, she pulled it closer. He hissed between his teeth. Every inch it was dragged through him burned from his collar to the bottom of his ribcage.

“Are you okay?” Zoe asked tearfully.

“Keep going, just a couple more inches,” he whined. "One more pull, baby.”

Zoe gave one last heave and the spade was close enough to touch his chest. “You’re good. Lean as far forward as you can.”

Oz’s goo shuddered. He tensed it around the rod inside of his chest to cut it off, free himself, and then pick them free without the cumbersome spear in the way. He was too weak to shear it off, however.

“I can’t. I’m sorry,” he wept. “I’m so sorry.”

“I said you won’t like this. Forgive me, Oz.”

The mouth at the top of Zoe’s head opened and it siphoned the sanity from the denizens outside. Terror flooded the dungeon.

Oz's vision blurred as it seeped into his skin like poison. It rattled his bones like glass in a hurricane. A scream ripped from the mouths of Oz's phobias. They writhed and bucked and howled. Individual phobias ballooned with teeth, their eyes glowed with menace. It was worse than the spear, how his body grew and thrashed of its own accord.

The spear snapped in two with a crack like thunder when clubbed by one of his incarnations. Zoe closed her mouth, Oz fell to the floor and coughed up spongy bits of Fear.

"Oz!" Zoe screamed with fright. Freed of the spear, she unlocked their chains. “Are you okay?” she bawled. “I’m so sorry, Oz, I didn’t know what else to do.”

He grunted, “I’m fine, but Vicky needs our help. Let’s get the hell out of here before the guards find out! I don't think I can fend them off if we're discovered!”

Zoe opened a portal into the overworld.

---

Brian heard gunfire for the very first time when he was fifteen. It kind of sounded like it did in Hollywood, but at the same time, it didn't. Gunfire wasn’t like a bomb or firecrackers. It sounded more like an engine backfired next to a bullhorn. It was so indistinct, Brian's entire body tensed for a split second whenever he heard something similar.

However, over the last six years, it became a knee jerk reaction since those pops never turned out to be gunshots again, and he calmed down as quickly as he freaked out.

It wasn't until Scott and Vicky dropped like stones and their blood pooled around them like macabre halos that Brian's fears were confirmed. The screaming of his classmates hit his ear like a bat to the side of his face and he hit the deck and shook uncontrollably. His friends and lover bled out only two feet away, and yet he couldn't even move to stem the bleeding or call emergency services.

"Vicky? Scott? Oh my god," Brian croaked. Scott gurgled on the other side of Vicky. Terror had frozen him in place. Brian loathed himself for his weakness, but even as he scolded himself with the most scathing remarks, his body refused to budge. "Somebody help us! Please!"

Above Brian, a cyclonic portal opened, and Oz and Zoe, albeit bedraggled, hopped onto the sidewalk next to Brian's head.

"Oh my god!" Oz screamed in horror. He and Zoe crouched next to Scott and Vicky.

"Go! Damien is gone, he could be hurt. I'll take care of Scott," Zoe said.

"Brian, where's Damien?" Oz asked.

"I don't know," Brian said, "I think he ran after the shooters, but I don't know where they went."

Nonetheless, Oz took off.

"Brian, I need your help," Zoe said.

"I-I can't."

"They're gone. Scott needs help, or he's going to bleed to death."

Brian shook his head. "I can't. I can't look at her."

Zoe threw her jacket over Vicky's head. "There. I know you're in pain, Brian, but Scott is dying. I need your help. Please, come here."

Shakily, Brian pushed himself onto all fours and crawled over to Zoe and Scott. He gagged and swallowed bile. Bits of Vicky's brain and hair were splattered onto Scott's face, and he gurgled as he feebly pressed his paw against his torn carotid.

"Focus on me," Zoe said. "What's your blood type?"

"O-positive," he replied.

"Excellent. This is going to hurt, but this is the only thing that's going to save Scott."

Brian nodded. Zoe plunged her tentacles into Brian's neck.

---

Vicky's head sprayed over Scott. Damien had fired enough guns to have instantly understood what had happened.

He took after the black car behind them that squealed away from campus. Damien wasn't anything extraordinary, but the second of Vicky's murder, his unbridled rage pushed him harder than ever before.

Damien gained on the car even as it accelerated upwards of sixty miles an hour. Damien threw himself onto the trunk, and to throw him off, the driver spun the car and they careened into power lines. Damien howled when he collided with solid wood. The splintered pole creaked and he realized it tipped over like a tree.

He managed to push himself free right as the cables ripped. Electricity crackled, the live cables writhed like beheaded snakes, sparks flew in every direction.

Damien stormed to the driver’s seat. Every inch of him burned with unbridled homicidal rage palpable enough that the air around him shuddered with heatwaves. He grabbed the driver, a yellow manticore, by their collar and threw them onto the live powerlines. They combusted without a sound.

Finally, he pulled the passenger, a young vampire, into the street. They were unconscious and bled from their forehead. “Wake the fuck up!” Damien bellowed. He slapped them and they awoke with a yelp. “What’s your name?”

“What?” they asked.

“I asked for your fucking name!” Damien screamed.

“Fuck off!”

Damien pulled a knife from his waistband and held it against their throat. “Fine, did you shoot my girlfriend then?”

“I did!” the vampire spat with a vicious tone. “She killed my dad!”

“She had come so far! We were going to be happy together!”

“And I’ll never be happy without my dad!”

“This is your fault. Now I'm going to string you up by your fucking guts!"

Damien kicked the gun out of their hand as they reached for it. He sank his knife into their abdomen and pushed it down until it nicked their pubic bone. Damien pushed them back with a fistful of their intestines. They fell back with eyes as wide as dinner plates. Fruitlessly, they weakly stuffed their innards inside, before they fell limp.

He crouched over them as they breathed raspily. “This is the end. You messed with the wrong bitches.”

“Damien!” Oz screamed. Oz tackled Damien and they rolled across the asphalt.

“Fuck!” Damien screamed as he pushed Oz off. “Get off! I’m going to kill them all!”

“She is gone and mutilating him,” Oz flung his hand to point at the dying vampire, “isn’t going to do jackshit. But Scott barely clinging to life. He needs his friends. Please, put this behind you for your friends.”

It was like Oz kicked the wind out of Damien. Rage subsided, and he began to cry.

Vicky was gone for the rest of his life: fodder for blowflies and worms.

---

Zoe parked Brian's truck. They tumbled out and ran full speed into the Emergency Room. Vera stormed to the front desk. “We’re here for Scott Howl. I’m his Power of Attorney, Vera Oberlin.”

“Miss Oberlin, we need you to fill out some paperwork for Mister Howl,” said the receptionist.

As Vera filled out paperwork, Oz had to help Damien and Brian into chairs next to each other. The pair looked miserable. Brian’s head was in his hands, Damien rubbed his mouth with a disconnected gaze. Yet as much as it pained Oz to see his friends like that, there were more imminent threats. He needed to warn the LaVey family of the Aquino’s plan for their demise.

He couldn’t tell Damien about their plan, though. He was already put through the wringer. He needed to get Damien’s parents into the equation. A manipulative tactic, but Oz reasoned that Damien needed their support anyway, so really, it helped everyone.

Oz kneeled in front of Brian and Damien and held their hands. "Damien, you need to call your dads. You need them now."

Damien nodded with glassy eyes. “Right,” he murmured before he dug through his pockets.

Zoe pulled Oz aside. “Please, for the love of whatever you hold sacred, tell me we’re not keeping the Aquino’s plan a secret. More people are going to be killed if we keep this on the DL, maybe Vicky will be hurt worse.”

“That’s why I reminded Damien to call his parents.

"Excellent."

Before Oz could reply, Blobert and Liam ran into the emergency room. Blobert sobbed inconsolably. Oz ran over to them.

"We came as soon as we heard about Scott," Liam said.

Oz hugged them. "Thank you."

"Is he going to be okay?" Blobert asked. He sounded so desperate, and somehow, despite Blobert's gelatinous nature, he gripped Oz's hands so hard he thought they might break.

"I don't know. He's in surgery now and we haven't heard any updates," Oz replied.

"What about Vicky?"

A hush fell over their group. Damien resumed crying, Brian escaped into the nearby bathroom. Oz couldn't look Blobert in the eye.

"I'm sorry, but she's dead," he told Blobert.

"We believe Vicky was targeted by a gang she robbed the other day. Damien took care of the perps, but they got in a good shot. She's not coming back," Zoe said.

Valerie hopped the back of a chair squeezed Blobert as he sobbed. Oz waited by the doors where his cries were someone muffled.

He felt awful. He was too late. He was always too late.

Lucien and Stan ran inside as Oz internally berated himself. If only Vicky could see how many people loved her.

Oz stood. "Go comfort your son, but as soon as possible, I have an issue of utmost importance about your kingdom's security."

The two demon Kings looked between themselves. "I'll talk to him."

Oz took Lucien into an adjacent waiting room.

"Oz, correct?" Lucien asked.

"Yes."

"What is this supposed security threat?"

"The Aquino family is behind Vicky's murder. I've been having premonitions about her death, so my girlfriend and I have been looking into it in hopes we save her. However, the Aquino caught on and kidnapped us. Dahlia explained to us that she and her family plan to use Vicky as a weapon against you, and more worrisome, Damien, to overthrow your rule," Oz explained.

Lucien rubbed his face with concern. "This is a dire accusation. This is something we go to war over."

"The Aquino already plan to do that. It seems you don't have a lot of options here," Oz countered.

"What proof do you have? How do I know I can trust you?"

"Vera and Vicky have robbed three dozen banks with CCTV, guards, and alarm systems, and never once have they been even suspected, and yet a lab, where they executed the same precautions, somehow figured out their identities and location, and then killed Vicky. Do you think that's coincidental?"

"... I see your point," Lucien replied. "This is… this is awful."

"Lucien, I understand it's a lot to take in, but we need to begin preparations as soon as possible. Do you have someone who can begin something, anything, while you're here to comfort your son?"

"I do. Thank you, Oz. I need to make a quick phone call, and then I'll come back."

"Of course. Thank you."

Oz returned to his friends and paced in the waiting room as they waited for news on Scott's condition. Some hours later, they were approached by the surgeon.

"I'm glad to announce Mister Howl survived the operation without any complications. He will need to stay overnight in case there are any hiccups with his blood transfusion, but we are optimistic about his prognosis. If you like, you may visit him."

They were guided into Scott's room. He was intubated and pale, but his vitals were stable and lively.

Oz breathed a sigh of relief. At least something had gone right that day.

---

The morning of Vicky's funeral, Damien was stiff.

He rolled off of Brian and grunted as he made way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then eat something.

"Damien, why are you up already?"

Damien looked up to see Stan and Lucien in the doorway. Stan was still in pajamas, but Lucien was fully dressed. It was unusual for either of them to be even remotely dressed at that hour.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

Stan nervously glanced to Lucien.

"Unfortunately, there's an emergency on the outskirts I have to attend to," Lucien explained.

"You're the only one going?"

"Yes. But I should be back before the ceremony."

Damien grimly nodded. Border disputes weren't handled by either king. Perhaps the Minister of Border Land was out.

Stan sat at the island. "How do you feel?" he asked. Damien shrugged. He missed Vicky, but he said that every day since her death. "I wish I could do more. I do, Damien. I cared very much about Vicky as well."

Damien's lip wobbled and he wiped his eyes. He didn’t feel any different since the first day she died, but all that meant was he hurt like an open wound.

“It feels wrong without her. The more I think about it, the more it hurts.”

“Yes, but she left pieces of her with you and Brian. I’m sure you remember how much she loved you,” Stan said. Damien nodded. “I know it’s not a lot, but she loved you so much, and that is something that will never die.”

Damien smiled at his dad. He appreciated the effort, but Stan’s reassurance didn’t change how badly he ached. Damien could only hope the funeral would soothe him.

---

Brian woke up alone and it felt like the air was thin. He stumbled into the hallway, gasped for air, he tried to find Damien, but the LaVey’s basement suite was built like a surreal, inescapable nightmare where Brian was doomed to circle the hallway until his death. He braced himself against the wall and tried to convince himself to calm down so he could find a way out.

Voices came from beyond the door Brian was beside. He turned his gaze to watch it.

“Mugandr,” Lucien’s muffled snarl came, “exactly how is Vicky alive? Her head was blown to pieces.”

“Her body was, but her condemned soul remained intact.”

“Then we would have been notified of her entrance into Hell!”

“Your Majesty, please quiet down. I understand why this upsets you but our conversation may not be private.”

Lucien sighed. “Nonetheless, why weren’t we notified of her death and damnation?”

“It’s likely her soul was intercepted. I’ve looked into it and… Your Majesty, I’m sorry to tell you this, but Oz and Zoe were right, it is the Aquino family. I found correspondence with the drug manufacturers detailing who attacked them and where to find Vicky, and ingredients to summon the dead.”

Wood snapped inside of Lucien’s room. Brian slapped his hands over his mouth to stifle his yelp. “Unbelievable!” he bellowed. “Mugandr, summon Oz and Zoe to the Divinator’s Room immediately and keep this between the two of us.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Brian made a run for it before he was discovered. It felt like he swallowed molasses. Vicky was alive? What did Dahlia’s family want with her? Why did it have to be a secret? Why wouldn’t Oz and Zoe tell him if Vicky was alive?

He ran straight into Damien in his maelstrom of confusion. He was grabbed before he fell.

“Brian,” Damien said, “what’s wrong? You look like shit.”

Brian panted wordlessly before he threw his arms around Damien. He wished he was dreaming. He wanted to wake up with Damien and Vicky, safe and sound, where he didn’t feel like the world was crashing around him.

“Babe, what’s wrong? You’re freaking me out.”

Reluctantly, Brian whispered, “I think your dads are keeping secrets,” he said. “I think… I think Vicky’s death is bigger than we think it is.”

Damien pushed Brian out of the crook of his neck and scowled perplexedly. “What the fuck do you mean they’re keeping secrets?”

“I-I couldn’t find you, and then I overheard Lucien talking with this Mugandr guy about Vicky. They were saying stuff like they didn’t have any record about her entering Hell, and that Oz and Zoe knew about this, a-and the Aquino summoned her soul. He wanted to keep it a secret.”

“I’m sure it was just a bad dream.”

“Damien, listen to me!” Brian snapped. “Something’s wrong! This is bigger than we realize.”

Damien’s lip curled. “Get your head out of your ass, Brian! Vicky’s gone. She’s not coming back. And don’t you ever fucking say my dads are lying to me! They wouldn’t ever do that!”

“Listen, Damien,” Brian grabbed Damien’s shoulders. Damien knocked his hands away.

“Fuck off! You’re being a huge asshole right now, dude! Don’t fucking talk to me until you get your shit together.”

Damien stormed away. Brian was left breathless yet again.

---

Damien stared into the mirror. His tuxedo felt ill-fit.

It was the tux he went to prom and homecoming in. He went to one of his aunt’s weddings in it too. All three occasions, Vicky was with him in that pretty polka-dot dress and a big smile. The mere memory was enough to make Damien tear up.

The only other time he got to wear it with Vicky was at her funeral.

Stan entered his room. “Damien…” he said, “are you ready?”

“Dad, I don’t think I can do this.”

Damien’s father hugged him. “I know it’s hard. But Brian needs you, and you need this too. This ceremony will give you closure.”

He couldn’t meet Stan’s gaze. He couldn’t even return his father’s hug. What Brian mentioned about Vicky haunted him, even as he mourned. He tried to tell himself Brian only had a bad dream. His parents would never hide something as enormous as that from him.

“Let’s go,” Stan said. “You’ll be okay. I’ll be there for both of you.”

Damien’s heart fell into his gut. “What about Dad?”

“Lucien’s attending to a land dispute.”

“Still? That’s odd. I thought those were handled by the Minister of Borders.”

“Ordinarily. However, this involves the Aquino Family. Lucien’s there to make sure it’s addressed delicately.”

Damien felt sick as he followed Stan. His father was a terrible liar. Was Brian right about Vicky and his fathers? It had to be impossible, yet the events of the last couple of hours begged to differ.

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Oz held Zoe’s hand as they ran. Her dress was hiked up to her crotch as they ran up and up the tower. “I cannot believe he’s doing this now of all times!” Oz screamed. “The funeral is in two hours.”

“We’ll be fine, Oz. Lucien won’t miss his son’s girlfriend’s fucking funeral,” said Zoe as they stormed up the weathered stone steps.

When they reached the top, Zoe knocked upon the heavy door. It opened and they were heaved inside and surrounded by the smoke of Biggleworts to ward off the prying eyes of magic. Oz took a deep breath.

“I’m glad you two have come,” Lucien said. He gestured to the bony creature with the skull of a snake. “That is Mungandr, my most trusted associate.”

“I don’t care. Just make this quick, I would like to comfort my friends,” Oz said.

“I’m sure you’d like Vicky back more.”

“You found her?” Oz gasped.

“Yes and no. We know she is in the care of the Aquino,” Lucien explained. Oz wanted to break something. “We need you to find her and bring her back. You’ll have Mungandr to help. His magic will prove useful.”

Oz looked to Zoe.

“You need to go,” she said to him. “I will stay for Brian and Damien, but you need to go save Vicky.”

He nodded. “Apologize to our friends for me.”

“I will. Promise me you’ll be safe.”

Oz cupped Zoe’s face. “I’ll come back to you with Vicky. I promise you.”

#monster prom #vicky schmidt #damien lavey #brian yu #stan lavey #lucien lavey #vera oberlin #blobert #liam de lioncourt #oz monster prom #zoe monster prom #brian/damien/vicky #oz/zoe

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winchester-books · 5 years

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Night to Remember

Based On: Supernatural

Characters: Winchester!Sister x OC Sam, Dean

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1150

A/N: not to pat myself on the back or anything, but this is probably my favorite thing that i’ve ever written

Summary: Y/N Wincheser manages to convince her brothers to let her go to prom.

Everything was perfect.

Your dress made you look hot as hell and hugged you in all the right places, you’d managed to curl your hair- not without a few burns, of course, and you’d even applied a little bit of makeup.

In your mind, there was no way tonight could go wrong. You’d been waiting for your senior prom for years and imagined every possible outcome and planned for them all. Nothing was going to stop you from having the time of your life, you only had one more obstacle in your way, your brothers.

It had taken months and an airtight argument, one that even Sam had to admit was impressive, to convince your brothers to let you go.

Both had been worried about the possibility of a monster tracking you down. It took a few days, but you were able to assure them that one, you could take care of yourself and two, you’d call them the second anything happened. When they still weren’t completely sold, you reminded them that it was pretty much the equivalent of you going to school and that you would be fine.

Sam had been concerned that there would be alcohol, but to his disgruntled agreement, you pointed out that you’d already consumed copious amounts of alcohol in your 17 years of life- but you still promised that you wouldn’t drink.

Dean, to no one’s surprise, was completely against the idea of you taking the Impala to the dance. In his words, there was no way in hell that he’d let his baby anywhere near a crowd of drunk teenagers. You explained you already had a ride to the dance, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it.

When you brothers asked who was taking you, you left it with the simple answer of, “a friend”. Of course, you had ‘conveniently’ forgotten to mention that it was a boy taking you to the dance and he that you were going as his date… Oops.

You paced at the bunker’s door, waiting for your your ride, Dylan, to knock. You checked the time for the fifth time in two minutes, praying he’d be here soon so you could slip out of the bunker unnoticed by your brothers.

“Y/N/N!” Dean called from the bottom of the stairs, “Get down here!”

“I can’t, my rides almost here!” You said, anxiously checking your phone again.

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Sam hollered, “Just a few pictures,”

You groaned, making your way down the staircase.

“Come on, Y/N. You’re the first Winchester to go to prom, you can’t expect us not to document this,” Dean said, wrapping your arm around your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, “Smile!” He said, both of you grinning at the camera as Sam snapped a picture.

“My turn,” Sam said, handing the camera to Dean and swapping places with him. He wrapped his arm around you, both of you smiling at the camera. Once Dean took the photo, Sam turned to face you, “You look beautiful, Y/N,” he said warmly.

“Thanks,” you smiled, pulling both of your brothers into a hug.

“Please, be careful tonight,” Sam urged, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You nodded, “I will,” you promised.

“And no boys,” Dean added, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Dean…” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious, Y/N. Boys are terrible-”

Dean was cut off by a knock on the door, “Sorry Dean, I gotta go,” you shrugged, quickly hugging your brothers one last time before hurrying up the stairs.

“Wait, I’ll come with you, I want to meet your friend,” Dean said, following you up the stairs.

“NO!” You froze, quickly clearing your throat, “Uh- I mean no, it’s fine. She’s running a little late so we have to go,”

“It’s fine, it’ll just take a minute,” Dean said, reaching the top of the stairs and standing next to you.

You closed your eyes, sighing in defeat as you prepared yourself for the perpetual embarrassment that was going to come when your brother connected the dots that you were going with a boy.

You reluctantly opened the door, revealing Dylan in his black suit and red tie, which matched your dress, and a corsage in his hand.

“Uhhh, Hey Dylan,” you said quietly, took afraid to look at Dean’s face.

Dylan’s grin faltered when his eyes landed on your brute of a brother that was towering over him and glaring daggers at him.

“Sammy!” Dean yelled, “Get up here,”

You mouthed a silent apology to Dylan, whose eyes only went wider when Sam appeared behind you, “What’s wrong… Oh,” Sam stopped mid-question as he noticed the boy standing there akwardly.

Dean shifted his glare to you, “Care to introduce us, Y/N?”

“I… Uhh- this is Dylan,” you answered, still trying to avoid Dean’s gaze, “He’s… Umm he’s my friend,”

Dylan quickly put the corsage behind his back, giving Sam and Dean a weak smile, “Yeah, we… we’re friends,”

“Y/N, go back inside,” Dean ordered.

“Dean, please don’t! I’m sorry okay,” you looked between him and Sam with your Winchester ‘puppy dog eyes’, “I should’ve told you, I just didn’t want you to freak out! Please, just let me go,”

Sam and Dean shared looks, somehow able to have a conversation without words. Finally, Dean sighed, “Fine,”

“Thank you so much Dean,” you said, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“But I swear, if you hurt her or try anything- and I mean anything, Sammy here will kick your ass, then I‘ll kill you,”

You forced a laugh, looking at Dylan, “He’s kidding,” But you and Dylan knew by the look in Dean’s eye he meant every word he said.

“Y-Yes sir,” Dylan answered.

Sam gave you one last hug, “Have fun,” he said with a small smile.

You smiled, following Dylan to his car and mouthing a thank you to your brothers as he opened the passenger door for you. You didn’t notice the threatening gestures your brothers were giving to Dylan as he walked to the other side of the car and got in.

“I don’t think your brothers Iike me very much,” Dylan muttered as he started the car and drove off.

“Are you kidding? The last time I indroduced them to a guy they literally chased him off and Dean threatened to shoot him on site if he ever saw his face again,” you said with a sigh of relief, “So, you did something right,”

“Your brothers seem pretty…” Dylan thought carefully about his word choice, “protective,” he said, stifling a laugh.

“That’s one word for it,” you chuckled, “They can be overbearing at times, but I know it’s just because they love me. I’m sorry if they freaked you out,”

Dylan shook his head, “They did- they definitely did,” he laughed, “But I survived, and I’d face them all over again if it means I get to spend more time with you,”

You smiled, looking down to hide your blush, “Thank you Dylan, this is truely going to be a night to remember,”

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hobgobbin · 6 years

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12, 18, 22, 29 for Cauter!

OC Asks

12.How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

He’s surprisingly patient ! He’s patient in the sense that he can wait for things/people for a while w/o getting like. anxious anyway. He is also incredibly hot-headed as well tho ghdhdf both literally and as a person. He’s SUPER reckless and impulsively does a lot of things unless he’s specifically told not to do them. and them sometimes he does them anyway

18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

Despite being very reckless and foolish he is very afraid of dying. He’s terrified of leaving his friends and family behind and them being sad, and he’s also afraid that dying would disappoint his god.

His weaknesses are that he’s incredibly trusting, very bad at lying, and a lil stupid

and his strengths are that he is very positive and uplifting and tries his best to make people believe in themselves! also he’s very fast and good at rad stunts

22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

DUMB JOCK ! DUMB JOCK ! DUMB JOCK !

but less like a shitty movie dumb jock and more like... tries his very best and is nice to everyone but is only really good at sports and maybe like one other thing (kind like scott from monster prom i think)

29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

Here Lies Cauterize

He died as he lived: Punching things and having a lovely time

#THANK YOU !!!!#drak ocs #cauter(ize)#draayder #cackles from the den

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acustardduckling · 7 years

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GUYS I MADE AN OC ASK MEME

It’s under the cut! Here’s the blank version if you want to do it : [Link]

Custard's cool new hip OC meme: now with rules for your convenience. -Pick as many of your ocs as you like! Let's say, five, as an example. -Answer the questions! -You can answer AS the OCs or just ABOUT the ocs, either is fine! -Tag your friends!!!

I’ve chosen to use:

Rosie the Dragon (I haven’t posted a drawing of her in ages Y I K ES )

Finn the Inkling

Pansy the . . . humanoid

Neo the . . . also humanoid

Dewey the Duck

1. Hello! Let's start with a dreaded, simple and boring question: What are your OCs favourite colours?

As she’s a dragon, I can easily say that Rosie’s favourite colour is gold. Silver is a close second, but she’ll like any colour if it has a glittery sheen.

Finn’s favourite colour is a sort of minty-turquoise. Since it’s his natural ink colour, he’s grown quite fond of it!

Pansy loves the colour green; she’s come to associate it with thriving plant life- although she’s also quite a large fan of the colour pink.

Neo likes… well, I’m not too sure what she likes, but green is far from her favourite colour. She seems to gravitate towards blue clothing, but has made no comment on whether this is her favourite.

DEWEY LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT THE COLOUR PURPLE AND WILL WEAR PURPLE DRESSES AND HATS UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIES.

2. Do any of your OCs have a secret? Shh, don't worry, I won't tell anyone . . .

It’s not really a secret that Rosie used to be a really nasty dragon that almost destroyed a village near her cave. But her fear of sharks. . . it’s so bizarre that she’s never told another dragon about it.

Finn secretly has a crush on Marie, but everyone already knows this!!

…The same goes for Pansy, if she had a secret she’s probably already told you about it so many times that it’s not considered a secret anymore. Some AUs may imply she has a secret man-eating plant in her garden shed, or a secret basement where she keeps a mysterious power sealed away. . . but given her looseness with classified information, that’s PROBABLY not true.

Neo secretly likes people and wants to have friends. But she’s also secretly scared of the unpredictability of human nature and being double-crossed, too. . .

Dewey is still quite sad about her brother’s death, but she tries to keep this to herself. 3. How about supernatural powers? Do any of your OCs have those, and what are they? If no, what powers would they LIKE to have?

Rosie… is a dragon. I don’t know if that’s a supernatural power, really. She can fly and breathe fire. I guess if she were to have a supernatural power, she’d want to be a PSYCHIC DRAGON that can CREATE BARRIERS and SHATTER BOULDERS WITH HER MIND but she’s pretty okay with not being able to do that.

Finn’s an inkling, so his ‘powers’ aren’t really supernatural, but if he had any he’d probably think reading minds was cool. OR SHOOTING INK WITH HIS BARE HANDS INSTEAD OF USING A WEAPON, 10/10 there should be an inkling comic book that has something like that—

Pansy’s pyrokinetic! She also has a (very) weak telekinetic ability that was taught to her by her mother, but using it too much gives her a headache. She’s trying to use this to learn teleport, but that’s even W O R S E . …then again, learning these wouldn’t be considered ‘supernatural’ where she comes from, so. . .

Neo can use weak electrical force to her advantage, though it wouldn’t be a particularly strong attack. (She’s trying to improve on that.) Her real ability lies in being able to turn herself into code and travel the internet and computer data this way.

Dewey can talk. That’s supernatural!?! That said, she quite enjoys being normal otherwise. . .

4. If your OCs found an unopened bag of gummy bears on the ground, would they eat them, or be more cautious?

ROSIE WOULD EAT THEM STRAIGHT UP WITHOUT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT,, though she’d also eat the bag whole and be really upset that there were no more. It’s like eating a single gummy bear for her.

Finn probably wouldn’t even go near it. After all, it could be a trap, or they could actually have been poisoned, or . . . well ew they MIGHT be open and could just be plain dirty.

Pansy might want to make sure no-one had dropped them first, and then investigate… by eating one. If that one’s good, then OH BOY, FREE SWEETS! If they’re bad? 1,000 years of embarrassing shame and regret.

Neo does not care for your gummy bears, she claims, scooping up the entire bag and bringing them home to share with her brother.

Dewey doesn’t like gummy-anything, so she’d probably pick them up to throw away or put somewhere that isn’t on the ground.

5. Oh no!! A SCARY BOSS MONSTER HAS APPEARED, TERRORISING YOUR PEACEFUL(?) TOWN!! Will your OCs try to fight, run away, or ... something else ?

Rosie IS the scary boss monster—ok yeah she’d probably fight, after all she’s probably the biggest and strongest thing currently around to match the monster’s strength. Featuring tons and tons of property damage, yaaayy!!

Finn would be unsure about his chances, but as resident hero number . . . four, he’d probably be roped along to fight it, though he’d only do so if Molly and some others had his back. He’s not reckless enough to throw himself into an impossible fight.

PANSY INSTANTLY FEELS LIKE THIS IS HER JOB AND SHE NEEDS TO PROTECT THE POOR HUMAN BBS LIVING IN HER TOWN THAT CAN’T DEFEND THEMSELVES. IT’D BE NICE IF SOMEONE HELPED TOO THO,, SHE’S DONE THIS BEFORE BUT WITH A PARTY OF HEALERS/BRAWLERS/MAGIC USERS AND SHE’D RATHER NOT DIE TODAY THANKS

Neo is. . . out of there. There isn’t really much she can do about it, unless she happened to be tagging along with a group of other people she can fight with (…which would be extremely unlikely). If it poses a threat to her personally, though, she wouldn’t go down quietly.

Dewey can’t really help fight, so she’ll spend her time helping others evacuate to safety! 6. Beach day!! What are your OCs favourite seaside activity? ...or do they hate beaches with a fiery passion?? (Why??)

Rosie isn’t too good with beaches because SHARKS ARE THERE!!!! But if there is DEFINITELY NO SHARKS IN THE WATER she’ll probably just sit there, or have a swim and splash around, opening her mouth in the hopes that fishies will just come swimming in.

Finn likes beachcombing so that he can add to his never-ending collection of junk for making sculptures, as well as building things out of sand, but Molly doesn’t like going to the beach for extremely justified reasons, so he hasn’t been there in a while.

Pansy has this thing about staring at the ocean for a long period of time. It’s probably because she’s too scared to go in. She also enjoys bothering- uh, I mean TALKING to beachgoers, and attending BBQ’s that don’t just have grilled fish in them.

Neo isn’t sure what she likes about the beach. She sunburns easy, but there’s a certain sense of freedom about being on the beach that she enjoys, even if she does just… stand there. She’d probably be interested in the arcades on the beachfront, too.

Dewey loves to swim!! Swim, and meet new people! AND SWIM!!! 8/10 not quite as good as ponds.

7. What would each OC see inside the mirror of erised? (If you don't know what that is, google it!)

Rosie would probably see THE GIFT OF POPULARITY AND FRIENDSHIP . . . and like a MOUND of riches. Because they make good beds. She’d also probably be wearing a ton of fancy dragonmade jewellery.

Finn would probably see himself standing next to Marie, his best friend Molly patting him on the shoulder as he receives recognition for his artistic talent. His parents and little brother are also there, looking really, really proud of him.

It’s likely that Pansy would see herself with a family she’d (evidently) raised herself, as well as showing off a PhD in botanical science and looking a lot taller and more beautiful than she perceives herself to be.

Neo would be smiling. Her brother would be there, too, and so would their missing dad. Her brown hair would be back.

YUP DEWEY WOULD ALSO SEE HER BROTHER BUT IT’D BE MORE SAD BECAUSE HE’S DEAD N’ STUFF. . . That and a way fancier new hat. 8. Oooh, a spooky forest. Rumour has it there's ghosts, tricks and traps in there... but also treasure. Are your OCs interested? ROSIE ISN’T SCARED OF NO GHOSTS. Although, traversing spooky forests isn’t that easy when you’re a HUUUGE dragon. She probably wouldn’t be too interested in such a small promise of treasure . . . now, spooky CASTLES . . .

Finn reeeeeeeeeeaally wouldn’t be interested, but if Molly wanted to go (which she NO DOUBT WOULD) he’d follow suit. He isn’t sure he believes in ghosts, but he’d still be the first to get spooked. . . . and the REAL treasure would be the friends they made along the way - -

Pansy doesn’t like ghosts, but it wouldn’t be an ADVENTURE if there wasn’t a bit of fear involved. If she can round up some friends to go with her, SURE! She’ll go in.

Neo DEFINITELY isn’t buying the whole ‘ghosts’ deal. She waltzes straight in there without batting an eyelash; she could really use the money if there IS treasure in there.

Dewey … prooobably wouldn’t want to go in. Ghosts? Traps? Tricks? It’s not her thing, and she’d rather leave it up to the hero types. If you go in, though, be sure to tell her AAALLL about it, yah!

9. Do your OCs have any embarrassing stories? ...If no, how do they deal with secondhand embarassment? DO THEY FEEL SHAME AT ALL?

I guess the time Rosie almost destroyed a village is embarrassing to her now she’s friendly with the villagers . . .

Finn discovers embarrassment in the smallest of things, but his biggest embarrassing moment was when during one of his first turf wars he got stuck in squid form, and had to hide in a corner away from other players. . . including his own teammates. B U T since he wasn’t very good yet, he kept getting spotted . . .

Pansy could probably put a TON of instances on this list, like the time she drunkenly challenged an entire bar-gang to a fight and almost burned the place down, BUT she’d probably go for the memory of high-school prom, where she ate WAY TOO MANY fancy seafood nibbles and then puked it all onto her crushes shoes. Who she also then discovered was attending the party with someone else. She’s not been able to eat fish since.

I’m almost certain the concept of embarrassment is foreign to Neo. Or, at least, she acts like it is. Her idea of ‘weird’ is being absolutely 100% normal, and she’s a bit behind the times, so will unabashedly perform actions that might be deemed ‘embarrassing’ by the general public.

Dewey’s embarrassing stories probably revolve around her inability to read well, even though she’s been provided with encouragement about it. Whenever she’s asked to read something, she gets flustered and asks if she can do it in her own time- thankfully, since most people know about her learning difficulty, they hardly demand she read anything out to them. 10. Describe your OCs as if they were the COMPLETE OPPOSITE of who they are now.

Rosie used to be super sweet and nice, but now she’s RUTHLESS AND BLOODTHIRSTY AND SHARPENS HER CLAWS ON THE INNOCENT. She lives wide out in the open countryside, no hoard to her name, eating grass and THE FLESH OF HER ENEMIES. She is greatly respected by all other dragons and uses this to her advantage.

Finn is the most confident octarian you will ever meet. He mains a charger and his favourite ink colour is an angry red, but he doesn’t have much of a passion for turf battles. He has a ton of ‘friends’, none of which are particularly considered the closest, and he treats them all disposably and quite nastily. His favourite squid sister is Callie.

Pansy is graceful, distant and exceedingly cruel. She doesn’t care much for others and despises human filth most of all. She specialises in the water element, and uses it to swamp land irreparably so that hardly anything can grow there and hardly anyone can reach it, where she will set up residence. She is extremely secretive and despises socializing.

Neo is a precious, gullible social butterfly. Short and chubby, she specializes in powerful earth magic, and can get along with just about everyone, except her brother. All this might make her seem like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but deep down she is planNING EVERYONE’S DEMISE. SHE WILL NOT HESITATE TO PHYSICALLY RIP OUT YOUR HEART IF YOU BECOME TOO DISTANT FROM HER.

Dewey is an altogether unpleasant individual that almost never says a word. She can read astoundingly well, but has immense difficulty with numbers and arithmetic. Her hobbies include tripping up the elderly in the street, stealing candy from children, and burning library books.

11. Aw, looks like there's only this question to go. How well do your OCs deal with prolonged goodbyes?

Rosie can deal with goodbye – it won’t be forever, and she can wait for Y E A R S . Until then . . .

Finn is crying. Like, weeping. Begging you to stay, do you really have to go? Now? He tries desperately to wipe away his tears and assure you he’ll be fine.

Pansy pretends to be strong but, oh no, she’s already blubbing endlessly. You’ll write, won’t you??? GIMME A HUG!!!!

Neo just. Nods. Yup, bye. She’ll see you around someday. Maybe she’ll shed a single tear after turning around.

Dewey is optimistic that everything will be okay, wherever you’re going, and she can’t wait to see you again!! Goodbye!! Wave, wave!! She’s still waving!! You’ve gone, but she’s still waving, just in case!!!!

OK I’M GONNA TAG SOME PEOPLE WHO I THINK MIGHT WANNA DO THIS . . . PLEASE: @thegoldendoorknob @agentchimendez @mintfizzles @bardiclnspiration uhh and anyone else if i can think of ‘em

#Ask Meme #OC Stuff

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