#follow my trash canon oc

[pinkyjulien]

I really, really hate the "Female V is canon" vs "Male V is canon" debate that been popping here and here in the tags those past weeks

Cyberpunk 2077 is a Role Playing Game, there is no "canon" protagonist, that's the whole point. We all have a different playstyles, different stories and headcanons, our custom V is The Canon V of Our Own playthroughs!

After Phantom Liberty dropped, I've seen a lot of players, on Tumblr or Twitter, voicing their concerne and disappointment in how much more Female V focused the official promo, videos and even in-game credits became

I was one of them too, expressing my feelings multiple times, sometimes awkwardly, frustrated that Male V players were once again brushed to the side, because that's how it feels like, right?

Well, it might feels like it, but this isn't the case AT ALL, far from it. This is only what I would call a "Fandom Phenomenon" and I want to talk more about it a bit

I had a great conversation with a friend of mine who works in the game industry and it opened my eyes on the matter, and I've since been really interested in seeing RPGs statistics!

Because it's really, really important to make the difference between the Casual Player Base (majority of players) and the Fans / Fandom Base (minority of players)

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I always been lurking in fandoms here on Tumblr, since Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and now with Cyberpunk 2077 and Baldur's Gate 3

First I want to drop some stats- might be completly wrong, but I'm only sharing my point of view here, in an attempt to explain why some people are frustrated with Female V being the focus (and why we shouldn't be!)

I think it's not wrong to say that fandoms are mostly occupied by women and fem-identifying individuals; fandoms are a safe place for players and fans to share their passions. Women are STILL HEAVILY harassed and hated in the gaming industry as a whole, it doesn't take a lot of digging to catch a vile comment on Twitter or on Twitch for example, you cannot go far without seeing someone either attacking or sexualizing them

This is a huge problem in the industry still, every games that release with a female protagonist get trashed- just look at the bullshit surrounding GTA 6 just because players will be able to play as a woman as an option

Fandoms are also safe for non-gender conforming people, non-binaries, trans people and queer men, but I think fem individuals and women are a clear majority, at least on Tumblr (only talking about genders identity here and not about being queer or not, not talking about sexualities or attraction) (not an official stat at all and only my point of view and experience from being on Tumblr since ~2012)

Now let's talk about Cyberpunk 2077- because this is my main fandom since 2020, and what prompted me to write this post in the first place

CDPR didn't share any stats recently, but it's REALLY SAFE to assume the MAJORITY of players are playing a straight Male V romancing Panam, followed by a lesbian Female V romancing Judy, but the player pools for both options are still majoritarly cis hetero men (and they are still the focus for AAA studios to sell their games, this is sadly just how it is)

However on the fandom side, Fem V was always the focus; virtual photography, mods, ships, OCs... She was always more popular than Male V, getting more interactions and notes and why trends like "Male V monday" were created and why there is still a lack of male V focused mods (non-binaries and trans fem folks and characters are also sadly under-represented in all type of content and art)

So, being yourself as a non-fem player, playing as a Masc V, seeing CDPR officially make the switch from Male V to Female V, when the space you've been in for the past 3 years has been overwhelmingly Female V focused on all front, was a bit of a punch in the guts; like I said earlier, I was reaaally frustrated with this too!

And I'd say it's "normal"? or at least "ok" to feel this way, it makes sense considering how little attention Male V in general get in the fans community

BUT. BUT... It's REALLY important here to realize how we sound and how we look like when we voice our frustrations on the matter; we sound and look just like all the misogynistic people over on Twitter who screams about "woke games" everytime there is a female protagonist in their "non political games". We have to remember that fandoms are suuuch a small part of the game industry

Baldur's Gate 3 recently shared their stats and this interesting tweet got into my dash

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Astarion is nowhere to be seen in the official most romanced companions statistic, but I'm sure a lot of people will agree that he's probably the most popular one in the fandom side!

Another stat here from Mass Effect and really interesting info coming from David Gaider about how the hardcore fanbase aka fandom's choices were WILDLY different from the casual / main player pool

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Getting my head out of the fandom bubbles and seeing the bigger picture, how much under-represented women still are in official medias (not talking about fan content) and how insanly misoginistic the game industry still is, both on the player and devs sides, helped me handle my own frustration on the matter, accept and even celebrate Female V being the focus for the Phantom Liberty campaign

With all that said tho, we all should be able to vent about the lack of Male, Masc and Non-Binary content in the fandom side, while still being aware of the industry state, it CAN co-exist! It doesn't make anyone a bad or misogynist person!

We are all humans and can be awkward and make mistakes, especially when voicing frustration or talking while in a negative mood. Let's educate one another in good-faithed manners when we slip instead of jumping to conclusion and throw accusations

Not gonna lie I kind of lost my train of thoughts and not sure how to finish this post, but I hope this can enlight some people on why CDPR made this choice!

Repeating this as a finale note; this doesn't mean that Female V is the "main" V or "canon" V . It's simply her time to shine, and it's well deserved! The industry needs it

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #text #long post #like- LONG LONG post hgfhgf #hope my rambling makes sense #I legit been really interested in reading these statistics #hope CDPR will drop a similar sheet since the Ultimate edition is out :O #pinky hot take

[bluebudgie]

hi <3 question for the newest blonde long-haired prettyboy. how did he end up with justiciar deathmetal himself in his head? was he just born like that?

Hello hi! <3

Beware: unfinished character thoughts incoming.

So, no he wasn't born like that (though I find the idea hilarious), he's just a revenant.

How did it come to that? Well personally I'm a fan of the good old "get knocked out so hard your spirit takes a temporary trip to the mists".

The most obvious solution on how to knock out a white mantle member particularly hard for a prolongued amount of time would probably be this:

(Big fat bloodstone explosion.)

But after thinking about that for a while I realized this isn't really it considering I want him to be actively involved with the LS3 shenanigans. Which isn't really possible if you're out cold right at the start of it.

He's meant to go with the split group of white mantle that follow Caudecus, witness the attack on DR and later is among the few leftover mantle that chill/hide in the minister's Confessor's manor.

My initial plan was the "random background trash mob (aka my guy) gets overrun by the Commander and their party" but upon replaying the episode I was presented with two different options:

Option A)

The feared Commander's foot key.

I noticed there is a small group of white mantle directly behind the door the Commander uses their foot key on. And I mean. Come on. The joke writes itself at this point. Commander -> foot key -> door slam -> white mantle head. It was a powerful kick you see. Gets left in the rubble of the inevitable manor trashing that happens afterwards.

Option B)

There is a small group of white mantle chilling in the manor's library (or at least it's a room with many bookshelves). You don't really fight them until after the big Caudecus fight is done. The commander would still be the incapacitating force in that solution but I guess it's slightly less comical. In this option I like the idea of that group just sitting there in that room going "what the hell is all that noise on the corridor" lol.

At some point I'll decide on one of these. Or combine them into "guy gets hit by the door slam and withdraws to chill in the library with a massive headache until the Commander arrives" lol. We'll see.

So much about the getting knocked into the mists part, now for the why Justiciar Power Metal Thommis?

To be honest I don't know beyond "they're both white mantle" and "me the player stans Justiciar Thommis". Why DO you channel the mist legend you channel? I did actually consider distant family ties, but not sure I have the balls to commit to writing a canon character (that literally noone knows and noone cares about) into OC family. It would make for hilariously epic scolding from Thommis though. "Look at you! This is what our glorious bloodline has become! Face the foe with dignity you wet sponge of a warrior!" ....mh. Or something along those lines. That sounded funnier in my head.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this incomprehensible rambling lol. Thanks for the ask <3

#echowilds #budgie plays gw2

[imtrashraccoon]

Welcome to the Trashcan!

You can call me Tumble or just Raccoon if you want. (I previously called myself Trash but I suppose it could sound a bit mean lol) My icon was made by my friend @snowcoffeee and the background is by me.

I'm a writer and I do take requests between my projects, so if you have an idea, I'd love to hear it!

Feel free to request headcanons, drabble ideas, or just ask questions! I love engaging with you all! (My rules for requests will be under the cut, please read them before requesting anything.)

I have a side blog that I use for reblogging fan art and other cool Undertale stuff. You can follow it if you want but I do get a bit unhinged at times... @imtreasureraccoon

I post most of my longer stuff on AO3 so check that out if you like any of what I post here! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

My Writing Masterlist is here if you want to see everything I've written so far!

My Headcanon Masterlist is here if you want to feel something about my boys!

#anon ask for the asks I've answered so far.

#raccoons drabbles is for my writing projects.

#raccoons headcanons is for my headcanons about the guys I write about.

#raccoons random garbage is for my attempts at art mostly.

#raccoons two cents is for the rare times I post about regular things that aren't Undertale related.

#raccoons future reference stuff is for posts I want to look at again soon.

I will write for any existing Undertale character, preferably those who have been in the fandom for a while or have easily accessible information so I can research them. I usually write Reader inserts (second person pov) but I can write OC's too.

The drabble will be at least 2,000 words but probably less than 3,000 words, depending on how much detail I end up going into.

I will not write:

Smut/graphic sexual content (I know a few of you are minors and I'm not comfortable writing that anyways.)

Anything endangering minors such as graphic violence or anything sexual.

Gore (Blood and injuries is fine, just nothing intense like torture.)

Incest, Sanscest, Papscest, or Fontcest. (You can ship what you like but I don't like any of these and I will not be writing them.)

Obvious kinks (I shouldn't have to list them all here but if they make me squirm, I am not writing them. Liking teeth or claws, pulling hair, or being slightly dominant in a situation are fine though.)

These are basic guidelines and I may add onto them if I realize I forgot anything. As much as it pains me, I cannot write everything and I have the right to reject your request if it makes me uncomfortable.

That said, I will write:

Reader x Character or OC x Character (I would prefer to write F/M as I am a female but I can write gender neutral too.)

Fluff (This is easily my favorite thing to write!)

Spicy (I also love writing this but I'm still new at it so no promises. Sex will be treated as a fade to black if you want that still.)

Frans or Soriel (I do ship these so long as everyone is consenting adults. I may consider other ships but no promises as I don't really ship any other non-canon pairings.)

Angst (I do like writing this, however, I can't promise it will be good. I prefer happy endings but if you want to see a character suffer, I can do that.)

I may also add onto this list if I remember something else.

Have any questions about something not listed here? Please shoot me a message!

I'm doing this for fun but I want you to enjoy the process as well. No promises how long these will take to write as I'm generally pretty busy. I will update these guidelines as needed and unless you don't want me to, I will be posting these requests on my AO3 as well as on here.

Thank you for reading this far if you did! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

#new masterpost #masterlist #undertale

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 7

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

(Posted 11/19/23)

To read Chapter 6:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/733835736590303232/vagabonds-chapter-6?source=share

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Word Count: 1.3K

Background: The poop really hits the fan this chapter! EVERYONE runs for the hills!!!

Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, fainting, smell of blood, blood, blaster weapons firing at people, canon-typical violence.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap Chapter 6: Sil fired up the ‘Dame and kept it running.  He used the thrusters to turn its nose towards the city.  Smoke and fire came into view through the cockpit windows.  Ships around them were taking off and leaving in a hurry, more than usual.  Something big and emergent was happening. 

“What the kriff is going on???”��

“Escape From Ord Mantell - Part 1”

Back at the Marauder Tech and Echo settled in after their trip to the part’s dealer.  

“I am quite surprised how inexpensive that field generator was.  An antique part such as this is difficult to find.”  Tech studied the metal object in his hand.

“The Beldame hasn’t been top-of-the-line for quite a few cycles.  Probably long before we were decanted.”  Chuckled Echo.  “It’s a golden oldie.” 

“Remind me to return Love the credits they advanced us.  This purchase is...how they say, “on the house?”  

Echo pulled out the locally bottled brews he picked up on the way back to the Marauder and handed one to Tech. They were just ready to crack them open and kick back but were interrupted. 

Omega's mortified voice chirped out from the Marauder’s comm. “Echo, Tech, Wrecker, something bad has happened.  Hunter and I are leaving Ord Mantell on the Beldame!” 

Tech and Echo perked up.  Why wasn’t Hunter contacting them?  Was he hurt???  Where was Wrecker? 

Another message immediately came in “Ey, on my way over!  Hunter told me to contact ya, he’s...” 

“Leaving Ord Mantell with Omega on the ‘Dame!”  Tech interjected. 

“GEEZ!  Was it fairly OBVIOUS???” snarked Wrecker.  “I’m being SHOT AT here!!!” 

“Wrecker, get here ASAP!” Instructed Echo. 

“I’M TRYIN’!!! 

Wrecker escaped down a random narrow side street.  There were piles of garbage, refuse containers...and a dead end.  He was stuck, with his pursuers and their blaster fire approaching.  Wrecker spun around and faced the opening of the street; weapon raised and pulled a thermal detonator from his belt.  He was ready to go out in a blaze of glory if needed.   

“Sssspt...hey...ssspt...” a raspy voice called out from the garbage. 

Wrecker swung around to see a bearded, dirty, skinny man wearing a trash receptacle lid as a hat.  It was surreal. 

“Whaaa???” 

“You!” 

“Me???” 

“Of course, silly!  Come and hide before they see you!!!” 

Wrecker didn’t have a lot of options and figured this skinny man was no match for his considerable strength.  Running up to him, Wrecker noticed there was a dark open hole leading to who knows where.  Wrecker stopped and looked at the man with growing skepticism. 

“Hop in!  Hurry, we haven’t much time!!!” 

A blaster bolt shot over Wrecker’s head, and he dived headfirst into the hole.  The skinny man jumped in after feet first.  His receptacle lid hat expertly detached from his head as it met with the sides of the can.  Fitting snugly and locking in place with nobody knowing the wiser that this was a hideout entrance. 

“AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” Wrecker screamed in abject fear, sliding along at top speed in the dark. 

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”  Slid the man gleefully cackling manically behind Wrecker.  

Wrecker came to a stop at the end of the slide splashing into a large pool of rancid water.   The man followed closely behind. 

“Ugh!” Wrecker retched.  “Where ARE WE?  It smells HORRIBLE!!!” 

“We’re in the sewers below Ord Mantell.”  The man proclaimed proudly.  “Nobody likes to come down here.  Perfect hiding spot!” 

“Oooh...GAH!”  Wrecker retched again.  What the kriff was he covered in?  He shuddered to even consider. 

“Been watching you and your friends.  You’re runnin’ from the ‘Bounties and the Empire!”  The man goggled eyed and smiled like he was shy a shred of sanity. 

Wrecker backed up, “Uhh, I don’t' want no trouble.”  The man’s statement was high on the creepy scale.  How was he able to watch them? 

“No trouble vod, don’t you recognize me?”  The man’s expression changed to disappointment. 

Wrecker removed his helmet and let his eyes adjust to the gloom of the sewer.  Through the dirt, beard, and bits of trash sticking to the man he recognized the features.  This man was a clone.  A rogue Reg. 

“Name’s Riffraff.  Deserted my post during Order 66.”  Haunted expression, gritted teeth.  “I couldn’t do what they ordered...just couldn’t...” He looked close to tears.  

“Wrecker.  Clone Force 99.  We all deserted...except for one brother.”  He felt bad for this Reg. At least Wrecker had his brothers.  This clone had to survive all alone.  No wonder he looked aged and unrecognizable. 

“So relieved to find another brother...who didn’t agree with the Empire’s Jedi ‘Solution’.”  A small wan smile appeared on the man’s face.  “I have vantage points all over the city that connect with the sewer networks throughout Ord Mantell.  Saw your vod and his girlfriend escape towards the ‘Dame.  Can take you to the Marauder so the rest of you can flee.” 

“The place must be swarming with unfriendlies now.  Can’t get back unnoticed.” 

“Stick with me, Wrecker, we’ll just follow the underground tunnels to the transport lot.  You can pop up right under your ship.”  Riffraff playfully slapped his knee.  The crazed smile came back. 

“Right, yeah...the ship’s sewer line port.” Wrecker envisioned himself crawling up through the excrement that was flushed from the Marauder when they docked.  Shouldn’t have eaten all that Mantell Mix.  Wrecker shivered and gagged again. 

“Get you there in no time! Let's go!!!”  Riffraff excitedly took off splashing through the sewer.   

Wrecker put his helmet back on to keep the poodoo water off his face and followed. 

Mad and Hunter burst out from the side streets of Ord Mantell and ran across the docking tarmac. Beldame’s gangplank was down, and Love was waiting for them.  

Mad’s step faltered, she dropped the cooler, and held her side. “Ughh” going down on one knee. 

Hunter grabbed the cooler by the strap and slid it over his shoulder. He tried to pull Mad back onto her feet, “C’mon. You can do this!” 

“No...no I can’t.” She looked pale and very unwell. Hunter faintly smelled blood, but unsure where it came from. They were running out of time. He stooped down and carefully put Mad over his shoulder. The coppery smell of blood suddenly became stronger, but Hunter put it out of his mind. He stood, turned, and ran the rest of the way to the ‘Dame.  

Troopers emerged from the city shooting at them. The probability of a blaster shot hitting either one of them became a terrifying reality. Hunter couldn’t even pull his sidearm to shoot defensively. His one sole mission right now was holding onto Mad and whatever was in the cooler and getting to safety. 

Laser blasts whizzed past Hunter as he ran. Ahead he saw Love’s eyes meet his. In his head he heard a voice, “I’ve got you covered, keep running!” Love raised their hands and Hunter felt an invisible wave emanate from the teen. They were blocking the blaster fire. 

Hunter ran up the gang plank and caught a glimpse of Love’s hands rear back and push out with the Force. The squadron of troopers were thrown back like toys. The gap in blaster fire might just allow them time to escape the planet. He proceeded onto the ship. Hunter was relieved to see Omega safe and strapped in. From her expression she was just as relieved to see him, but still fearful.  Omega had Tiggy in a total death grip of a hug. 

“Set me in the pilot’s seat” instructed Mad. 

“You’re not in any condition to fly” 

“I need you as rear gunner. Nobody else on the ship can pilot” 

“Sil?” 

“Not arguing. He’s copilot. Love is the shield.” 

“SHIT! You still don’t have a shield???” 

With no other options, Hunter dutifully approached the pilot’s chair. Sil moved over to copilot and buckled in. Hunter carefully set Mad down, strapped her in and ran to the gunner's seat. The gangplank closed, and Mad engaged the Beldame to take off. 

Sil opened with laser fire at the bow while Hunter did the same at the stern. Several stray shots from the enemy hit the ship.  The ‘Dame sparked and shook. 

Omega watched from her seat as Love levitated above the decking, raising up both arms, eyes closed in full concentration to Force Shield the ship. Clearly this was not Love’s first time. Hunter felt something and momentarily turned in his seat while firing away. With his enhanced senses he could see the air around Love distort and occasionally shimmer. It permeated the whole ship and seeped outside of it. From Hunter’s vantage point, the distortion covered the entirety of the Beldame.

Echo and Tech watched the last of the ships on the docking tarmac escape off world.  Everyone and their brother were getting away from Ord Mantell in one hell of a hurry. 

The Marauder started taking heavy hits from blaster fire.  Apparently, whomever was pursuing Hunter and Mad must have gotten intel that the rest of the Batchers were involved and identified their ship...

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[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

500 Miles (Chapter Nine)

Summary: This is Part Nineteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Light Angst, Emotional Conversations, Dealing with Past Trauma, Minor Character Injury, Swearing, Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, An Unholy Amount of Fluff

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arcs exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chris

Kol did their team another solid by catching Olinsky’s hit for the third out. Hopefully he’d remember who fed him bacon this morning and go take a nap for the second half of the inning. (Chris made a mental note to remind the kids not to tell Will about that particular dietary lapse.)

21 hadn’t managed to get any runs so if 51 could get a few in, this was a chance to get ahead and stay there. Chris went over their batting order and swallowed a sigh. Capp was sitting out voluntarily due to last year’s black eye which was fine except for the fact that Tony was with him in solidarity. Guy wasn’t the fastest player, but he had a real Babe Ruth quality when it came to hitting balls out of the park.

Now instead of Tony, they had Sylvie who was a total wild card.

They could make this work.

Probably.

Casey was first up and Bex was immediately up to her shenanigans. “Don’t you have a canteen to run?” Chris hollered at her.

She ignored him, waving her friend Emery over to start up one of her chants. “Hey, batter, what’s the matter, can’t you stand a little chatterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?”

Chris swore she binged every sports movie she could before each Grudge Match so she could get refreshed on all the trash talk and whatnot that she possibly could. Points for commitment, but he was glad she usually used her powers for good.

Luckily, Casey was used to her by now and remained unphased. He hit a double off the first pitch and had all of 51 on their feet, cheering.

“Attaboy, Casey. That’s what I’m talking about,” Chris said, clapping a hand against his clipboard. “Good start, good start. Severide! Get in there!”

“Yeah, Severide!” Bex echoed. “Get in there and hit it right down the middle there. Kol’s waiting! He’s gonna get it! I can feel it!”

…and then the god-damned dog did exactly that.

Leapt up and plucked the ball right out of the air. Severide cursed as Dr. Abrams called him out—cursing again as Jay laughed his ass off at him while he walked back to the dugout.

“Daddy!” Annabelle squealed; Lee Henry lifting her up so she could hang over the fence. “Did you see that? Did you see? Isn’t Kol the best baseball player?”

“Yeah, I saw, honey.” Chris tried to inject some measure of enthusiasm into his words. “He sure is something.” Hiding a hand behind his back, he surreptitiously gave the finger to the Canteen Crew who were all loudly agreeing with Annabelle and cheering for Kol.

Brett was up next and Chris looked up to the heavens, praying for her to at least hit it away from the freakin’ dog.

***

Sylvie

So…the Grudge Match was intense…

The warnings she’d received had not prepared her for the sheer level of bonkersness that the day was bringing—and they were only in the first inning!

Now it was her turn at bat and Herrmann had told her to ‘just do her best’ and ‘have fun’ in a kind of manically casual way that was super reassuring. It wasn’t like she’d never played baseball before. It had only been fifteen-ish years…maybe twenty. But it was like riding a bike, right? Some things you never forget.

“Like riding a bike,” she whispered to herself as she stepped up to the plate.

She could see Bex and the rest of the Canteen Crew gathered near the backstop fence and she braced herself for their good-natured ribbing. Otis and Cruz had prepared her for the heckling as well as the whole Pick thing. She had to admit it’d been pretty entertaining so far.

Sylvie stepped up to the plate and nodded to signal her readiness. Sam Kent, a patrol officer from 21 and one of Bex’s many friends, was pitching. He had a mean fastball. Sylvie braced herself—

“Come on, Sylvie! You can do it!” Bex cheered followed by the voices of the rest of her gang. Sylvie’s head whipped around to stare at them in shock.

She was the Pick?

…she was the Pick!

“Aw!” She was totally and utterly touched. “You guys!”

“Strike one!” Dr. Abrams called out as the ball thudded into the catcher’s mitt.

Oh, crud.

Bex shook her head in a fondly exasperated way as Herrmann’s faint cry of “Brett!” made its way over to them and Sylvie smiled sheepishly.

“Come on, girl!” Bex called out.

“Second time’s the charm, Brett!” Connor hollered.

Sylvie adjusted her stance, properly ready this time. She kept her eye on the ball as it came winging toward her and—

Yes! Sent it sailing toward second base. Sylvie took off and ran as fast as she could, making it to first just after Jay had thrown the ball to Kevin.

“Safe!” Maggie declared and Sylvie did a little dance, waving at Casey who had made it to third.

“Nice moves, Brett,” Kevin murmured in her ear before tossing the ball back to Sam.

“Why thank you.” She grinned back at him, feeling the blush that always crept into her cheeks when he looked at her like that.

“Eyes on the game, people,” Maggie said, the laughter clear in her voice.

Sylvie bumped hips with Kevin, still smiling, but turning her attention back to their next player coming up to bat. “Woo-hoo! Yeah, Kidd!”

***

Hailey

Kidd managed another hit and Hailey could hear Trudy’s groans clear across the diamond from her spot on third base. Halstead tagged Brett out before she got to second, but Casey was racing toward home already.

All of 51 leapt to their feet as he crossed home. Bex and the Canteen Crew, inexplicably, threw their arms in the air and yelled “GOAL!” with varying levels of enthusiasm.

Hailey shot a look over at Halstead, hoping for an explanation, but his face was buried in his mitt as he groaned. She turned to Mouse over in the short stop position instead.

He huffed out a laugh at her wordless question, staring out a Halstead’s sister with that unbearably soft smile he’d been wearing more and more. “Bex started doing it to annoy her brothers,” he said and Hailey waved a hand at him.

"Enough said." Hailey had three older brothers herself.

Sometimes being annoying was reason enough.

***

Bex

Otis was two strikes in at bat and not being very appreciative of Bex and Emery’s encouragement to put his back into it.

They had a little dance move and everything.

He put almost as much work into ignoring them as he did focusing on the next pitch. And it paid off! He sent the ball flying off to centre field…

Right into Kol’s waiting muzzle.

Otis stomped his way back to the dugout when Dr. Abram’s called him out. “This is some Air Bud-level bullshit!”

Kol barked from his spot out by Al in centre field.

Bex pulled herself up off the ground where she was currently dying with laughter to yell, “Hey, Kol says watch your language,” and Otis leveled a murderous look at her.

Seriously. Best Grudge Match ever.

***

Will

Bex and Emery switched off with Devon and Isaac for the beginning of the second inning so the guys could have a go at heckling Sam when 21 took their turn at bat. She declared it their right as boyfriends.

The considering-slash-mischievous look Connor gave him was making Will eternally grateful Med didn’t have a team.

Bex then got into a discussion with Emery and Donna over how weird it was having Police Officer Sam Kent around at the same time as Dr. Sam Abrams and whether or not they should give them both nicknames.

A nickname.

For Sam Abrams.

Will and Connor steered clear of that chat, filing it firmly under the list of things only Bex could get away with.

The game finally started to heat up a bit and by the beginning of the third inning, 21 had pulled ahead four runs to three. (Jay scored one of them, pointing a sharp finger and mouthing ‘DON’T’ as he ran past them only to be blasted by extra loud cheers of ‘GOAL!’ as a result.)

Will and Connor took a little break from the canteen to watch for awhile, enjoying the shenanigans and keeping up the heckling when Bex prompted them.

They’d turned to head back and relieve Donna at the grill when a wave of noise went up from the crowd. Will looked around to see a foul ball come flying over the back stop, straight for Connor’s head.

He plucked it out of the air right as Connor looked up, eyes wide. Will grinned over at him.

“Saved your life.”

Connor rolled his eyes, but leaned into his side. “My hero.”

“It was for my own benefit, really,” Will said, tossing the ball back over for Abrams to catch. “Kinda like your face how it is.”

“Just kinda?” Connor arched an eyebrow at him.

“Kind of a lot.” Will leaned in for a kiss. “Among your many other excellent qualities.”

Bex brushed past them holding a tray full of popcorn bags and drinks. “Back in a sec! Keep heckling!!!”

“Where are you—” Will turned to Emery since Bex was already travelling at full velocity. “Where is she going?”

“Do any of us really know where we’re going?” Emery asked back solemnly.

“Em.” Will sighed as Connor snorted behind him.

“No clue,” she said with a laugh. “Bex is gonna Bex. She said she’d be back though.”

“Yeah, she mentioned that as she flew by.” It had to be something important. Bex wouldn’t abandon the Canteen ship so Will would just focus on keeping things organized in the meantime. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s see how we’re doing for supplies and figure out if we need grab anything before the fifth inning break.”

***

Bex

Bex carefully balanced her load as she made her way over to the bleachers on the CPD side of the field. She walked as quick as she could to avoid being pulled into a chat.

She was on a mission.

She’d spotted Mouse’s group sitting together at the start of the game, but none of them had stopped by the canteen yet. Bex wasn’t sure if they were hesitant to approach her or waiting until the break or…any number of the scenarios that she’d run through her brain.

In any case, this felt like the better plan. Break the ice with snacks.

Very high success rate.

Usually.

Don’t overthink it, she coached herself. These were Mouse’s people. She’d already met them once and they’d been lovely. They just wanted to get to know her a bit. Because they—

Oh, god, because they were Mouse’s family—she was meeting—capital M Meeting— Mouse’s family and they weren’t even technically, officially dating yet.

The tray wobbled.

“Cool,” she whispered to herself. “Everything is cool, cool, cool.”

Rounding the corner of the bleachers, Bex approached Mouse’s group. Ed spotted her right away and leapt up to offer his help with the tray.

“Hi,” Bex said, relinquishing her hold on the tray and giving the group a little wave. “I brought snacks.” Ugh. Excellent start, Bex.

“We were just debating when to get snacks,” Ed said, quirking a smile at her as he handed out the bags and drinks to the others. “Before or after the fifth inning rush.”

“Things definitely get a little hairy over there during the break,” she said. “But we always make sure we’re well stocked so they’ll be plenty left if you want to play it safe and wait for the start of the sixth.”

“We can always send Ed in,” Ada said, poking at his shoulder with a laugh. “His elbow game is strong. Good man to have in a crowd.”

“It’s not—I don’t—Ada—” Ed sputtered and Bex stifled a giggle. It was kind of nice to know the guy could get ruffled like a regular human. Every story she’d heard involved him being the calmest person on the planet which was slightly intimidating.

“Bex, join us,” Lucy said. She shuffled over with a warm smile. “Can the canteen spare you for a bit?”

“Oh, for sure.” She waved a hand over at the Canteen Crew. “I roped my brother in this year so we’ve got plenty of help.”

“Which brother is this?” Frank asked. “We’ve heard about Jay and he’s playing with Mouse on the CPD team, right?”

“Yup, so this brother is Will,” Bex said. “He’s two years older than Jay and a doctor at Med. My oldest brother is Chris. That’s him over there with the CFD team.”

The group peered over the fence to get a glimpse at Chris across the diamond. He was currently smacking his face into his clipboard so as far as first impressions went, it was…fairly accurate.

“Three older brothers,” Lucy said with a whistle. “I thought I had it bad with two.”

Bex laughed. “Yeah, that’s just my biological brothers,” she said. “Factor in all of my adopted brothers?” She waved a hand at the whole field. “It’s a little nuts sometimes.”

“Mouse says you’re an artist?” Chuck asked and Bex started telling them about her work and her projects she had on the go and then asking them about their jobs.

It went on like that for a while; all of them sharing pieces of their lives with her and her doing the same in return. She had them all laughing with the history of the Grudge Match game and the reasoning behind the Canteen Crews antics.

“We gotta join in with the goal cheer and wave our signs if Mouse gets a run,” Lucy said, eyes going bright with the idea.

“Oooh, perfect,” Ada agreed. She turned to Bex then and the change in the air was visceral. “Speaking of Mouse,” she continued. “What are your intentions?”

Her what?

“Ada,” Ed groaned.

“He’s our friend,” Ada said, ignoring the daggers Ed was shooting at her. “This is our job.”

Realization shot through Bex in a flash and her heart clenched, feeling so full she thought it might burst. “Is this—are you giving me the shovel talk?”

***

Ada

Bex went white for a moment before her eyes went wide and shiny as she took a sharp breath. Ada had half a second to worry that she had monumentally screwed up before a wide smile spread across her face.

“This is—oh, my god, this is so great,” she said, pulling Ada in for a tight hug.

Ada looked to the rest of the group for help as she was squeezed by someone a foot shorter than her, but they were zero help. Every single one of them looked as flabbergasted as she felt.

“Okay.” Bex pulled back, giving herself a shake and straightening her shoulders. “Lay it on me.”

“Well, it feels weird now,” Ada said, throwing her hands up and Bex’s face immediately fell.

“No! No, I’m sorry,” she said, reaching for Ada again and then stopping, planting her hands in her lap. “I’m just—it’s so great.”

“Great how?” Chuck asked slowly. He was eyeing Bex like he was putting together the pieces of a puzzle only he could see at the moment. Ada hoped he filled her in soon or that Bex did because she was very lost.

“Do you see that field?” She pointed out at the players running around and shouting. “Pretty much any one out there would give Mouse a shovel talk for me in a heartbeat. And there’s more people beyond that.” She sighed, gathering her words. “I don’t say that to brag or anything. I’ve been really lucky when it comes to…acquiring family members.” She smiled before looking back at them. “Mouse doesn’t talk to me about his family. Not yet, anyway.”

A slight nod to what they all knew he was working toward with the walks.

“I’ve always had the sense that they’re not really in the picture,” Bex said and Ada didn’t want to be speaking out of turn, but she knew her face was saying plenty. “Right,” Bex nodded. “So. when it came to having people—to having family—I knew he had Jay and he had me…” Bex slowly looked around at every member of their group, smile growing impossibly brighter. “But he has all of you too. You’re his family and that makes me—I’m so happy for him.” Her laugh came out a little wet and she shook her head before taking a deep breath. “Okay. Shovel talk. Let’s go.”

“I don’t know if I can do it now,” Ada began, but Chuck was already leaning in.

“Mouse is very special to us,” he said in that soft, calm voice of his. “We have been there with him through some of his darkest times and through all of the hard work he put in to pull himself through. It’s taking a lot for him to take these steps with you. All I ask is that you honour the effort he’s making and…give him time.”

Bex nodded solemnly. “I do,” she said. “And I will.”

“Don’t break his heart,” Frank burst out, surprising them all. “I know you can’t really promise that because no one knows how these things will turn out, but please. Don’t break his heart.” The last part was whispered, like a prayer Frank was sending out. The rest of them felt it echo in their own hearts.

“The last thing I want to do is break Mouse’s heart,” Bex said. She chewed on her lip for a moment before continuing. “I don’t know what you’d classify what we’re doing right now as—aside from ‘taking it slow’, but it feels like more than that. Because everything with Mouse is more for me.” Her cheeks went pink for a moment. “This kind of feels like something I should be saying to him.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Ed said and she held up a hand.

“I want to. At least a little bit,” she said. “I think the truth of it all for me is that no matter what, even if things don’t work out romantically between us—but I’m really, really hopeful that they will—like I said, Mouse is part of my family. I will always be there for him. Always.”

Ada caught Chuck’s eye and raised a brow. To be fair, Bex had kind of proven that already by not walking away from Mouse after the first round of horrific miscommunication.

Girl was pretty committed.

“We had a sense of that,” Chuck said, patting Bex’s shoulder and putting voice to Ada’s thoughts. “But it’s always nice to hear. Now.” He pointed out at the field. “What can you tell us about this fantastic dog?”

Bex’s laughter pealed out infectiously and she immediately began launching into the story of Kol the dog’s adoption by her brother Will and the many adventures he’d had since then.

Ada’s smile grew as she listened, making eye contact with the rest of the group and bumping shoulders with Ed. Even without talking, she knew they were on the same page. This was good, that they had come here today—that they’d seen for themselves.

Bex was the right person for Mouse.

And Ada was pretty certain Mouse was the right person for Bex. Next time his doubts started to creep in, their group would have no trouble reminding him of that.

***

Jay

It was finally the end of the fifth inning. Break time.

Their team had held on to their lead, stretching it to eight to five at this point much to Chris’s despair. Jay had scored another one of those runs himself thanks to Kol finally deciding to take a break. Last Jay had spotted him, the evil beast had been snoozing under the CFD side of the bleachers while Annabelle decorated him with dandelions.

Maybe he could slip her five bucks to keep him there.

(He should have twenty ready because that kid could haggle.)

Jay lined up with the rest of the team to get some kind of snack. He was freaking starving. As he got closer to the tables, he grinned at the sight of the Canteen Crew bopping around as they hustled through serving everyone. Since the game was paused, Bex had turned the tunes on.

Strictly oldies.

It was the one genre they’d landed on that hadn’t caused an argument. The year they’d played classic rock had been a blood bath. Who knew Mouch had such strong feelings about Rush?

…everyone did, now, but at the time? Jay blew out a breath at the memory.

Nah, oldies were a safe bet. Plus, now he was treated to the sight of Will dancing around with Bex singing along to Rockin’ Robin as they handed out burgers and hotdogs.

Where was his phone? He needed a picture of this. A camera sound snapped to his right and he looked over to see Chris already taking care of it.

“Send me a copy?” Jay asked.

“Oh, it’s going in the group chat,” Chris said with a grin.

Jay kind of loved that ‘the group chat’ could mean anything from the one he and Will were in with Chris and Cindy and about ten other options ending with the one that had…pretty much everyone.

“What can I get you?” Emery asked with a grin when he stepped up to the table at last.

“Literally anything,” Jay said, eyeing the vast selections. “But definitely a burger if there’s one available.”

“On it!” She disappeared for a moment before returning with a heaping plate. He dug into his pocket for his wallet and she waved him off. “It’s on me,” Emery said. She nodded her head toward the end of the table and he followed. “I wanted to say thanks for checking out the places I was looking at.”

“No problem at all,” Jay said, picking up his burger and took a huge bite. He was hungry, okay? “Bex said you went with the house?”

Emery shook her head, laughing at his attempts to talk around his mouthful and giving him a very Bex look. “Yeah, I signed the lease and I move in on the 15th.” She looked like she wanted to say more so Jay waited her out. Still chewing.

“Thank you as well for the self defence class recommendations,” she said. “I looked into them and I found one with an instructor I really like. I start this week.”

Jay swallowed, wanting to be intelligible for this. It was a big step. “I’m really glad to hear that,” Jay said. “And seriously, I was happy to help. We all are. You need anything, you’ve got my number, right?”

“Bex gave it to me, along with possibly the number of every single person who works at your precinct?” Emery shrugged in that way everyone did when faced with a very Bex thing.

Jay was about to ask how, but decided he really didn’t want to know. Especially when the answer was gonna be one: something that skirted all kinds of rules or two: …Platt.

“I should get back to work,” Emery said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder. “But thanks again.”

“No problem again,” Jay said, already stuffing his mouth full of more burger. “And thanks for the food!”

He ambled over to the CPD dugout and listened to Platt talk ‘battle plans’ while he finished of his meal.

***

Bex

“Thanks, Bex,” Kevin said as he accepted his plate from her. “Hey, uh, got a minute?” He jerked his head to the side and Bex looked out at the dwindling line, deciding she did have a minute.

“What’s up?” Kevin looked uncharacteristically nervous. To the point where Bex was almost concerned about what he might want to talk to her about.

“Remember how Tay brought Shay to one of the game nights?” he asked, letting the question hang in the air.

“Yeah, because she wanted a ‘relaxed’ way to bring her into the friend group and I still say she was lucky the night turned out the way it did because historically game night—oh, my god—” The dots. They connected. “You want to bring Sylvie to game night.”

Kevin ducked his head with a shy little nod and Bex melted.

“She can totally come to a game night,” Bex said, reaching out to grab his arm and do a little happy dance. He didn’t join in, but that was fine. She could dance for two.

“Yeah?” Kevin grinned at her. “Good, that’s—hey, I was thinking though. She really likes outdoor stuff so maybe we could mix it up.”

Bex felt her smile freeze on her face. “Mix it up? Like…find a boardgame café with a patio?”

“Nah,” Kevin laughed. “Like that time we played ultimate frisbee. Or we could play touch football or have another baseball night? Something like that?”

“Those all sound like something. That could be done. By people.” Outside game night. Outside. Game night? They were words. But did they go together? No. No, they did not.

“Are you sure that would be okay because your voice got kinda high there at the end and I don’t wanna—I don’t wanna push or anything.” Aw, and now he was looking all nervous again and that was no good.

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Okay. Bex could suck it up. She could do this. “We can absolutely figure out a fun—” (hngh) “—outdoor—” (oh, god) “—game night that you can invite Sylvie too and we’ll be fun friends and convince her that you’re actually cool.”

“If I needed to convince her of that, I wouldn’t be doing something with all of you people,” Kevin shot back. “Or at least not Ruzek.”

Bex swatted at him with a laugh. (Although that was fair.) “I’ll get a chat going and we’ll figure out some dates and ideas for you to take back to Sylvie, sound good?”

“Yeah,” Kevin said. “Really good. Thanks, Bex.”

“No worries.” She gave him a pat before he wandered off back toward the CPD dugout and sighed. The things she did for her gang.

Outdoor Game Night. Good lord.

“Come on, people,” Dr. Abrams called out. “Break is over in five minutes. Let’s finish this.”

***

Chris

By the beginning of the seventh inning, the clowns at 21 were still leading except now it was nine to seven. 51 was giving it their all. Still hustling as hard as they could.

Too hard, it turned out.

A gasp went through the crowd when Shay and Cruz both went the ball at the same time and collided in the out field. Hard.

Will and Connor were already jogging out onto the scene as if their whole team wasn’t made up of first responders, but the support was nice. Especially considering how much Shay’s nose was bleeding.

Not broken was the verdict. Which was good. Real good. But it meant Shay was out for the rest of the game.

She glared at him from her seat in the dugout. “It’d be nice if you could try to look less happy about this,” she sniped.

“I’m not happy! Not happy at all! I hate that you got hurt, Shay. It’s terrible. Want me to get you some ice?”

“Will’s already getting it,” she grumbled, waving him off. “Don’t worry about me. Just say it. What you’ve wanted to say all day.”

Chris fought back the grin that wanted to burst out as he turned to his two spare players.

“Tony. Get out there, man. You’re in the game.”

***

Connor

Everyone clapped for Shay when she came out to wave at the crowd and they announced that she was okay. Tony went out to take her place in left field.

Connor turned to Bex who was pretty vibrating with excitement beside him. “Are we happy with this turn of events?”

She made a face. “Not happy that Shay’s hurt,” she said. “Obviously. But we are happy that Tony’s in play. Wait until they’re at bat. You’ll see.”

The rest of the first half went well for the CPD team. They got another run when Mouse made it home. All of the spectators had picked up on Bex’s cheer by this point so he was faced with a rousing cry of “GOAL!” from all sides. Plus a crew of people waving signs with his name on them wildly.

He took it about as well as Mouse seemed to take any attention which was to duck his head with a little smile as he jogged back to the dugout.

That was the last of their luck though as three outs in quick succession had the teams switching places. Chris gave another rousing pep talk before 51 started up at the plate and that plus the addition of Tony seemed to have an effect.

Given how the game had gone so far, Connor wasn’t too sure how they were going to overcome a four run lead, but soon enough the bases were loaded.

But then Cruz stuck out.

And Stella stuck out.

One more out left and Tony was coming up to the plate.

Connor curled his fingers into the fence, holding his breath.

***

Chris

It wasn’t the be all, end all for them to win this game. It was for charity.

But Chris really, really wanted to win.

He wanted those bragging right and he wanted them bad.

Once Tony had been put into play, it seemed like they might be in reach, but now they were down two outs and Chris was praying to anyone who might be listening to throw a little luck their way.

Tony was finally up to bat. They could do this. “Come on, Tony,” Chris said, clapping his hands, getting everyone else to join in on the cheers. “You got this, buddy. You got this.”

The first pitch came through.

“Ball one,” Dr. Abrams called out.

Okay. Okay. That wasn’t a strike. That was fine. Tony was waiting for his pitch. Chris could respect that.

By the time they got through two strikes and two more balls, Chris was maybe starting to sweat a little.

“Tony!” Bex called out and Chris squawked at her. They did not need any trash talk right now, Rebecca Marie Freakin’ Herrmann.

She ignored him and waited until Tony turned to look at her. She nodded at him once. Slowly and silently. Tony nodded back. Just as slowly and silently.

What the—what the hell was that? Chris buried his face in his clipboard. He couldn’t watch this.

He looked up.

He closed his eyes.

He opened them and peered over the top of the clipboard.

Sam wound up and let loose with the pitch. Tony narrowed his eyes, adjusting his stance and—

—swung and—

CRACK!

Chris felt his heart stop until he caught sight of the ball in the air, flying, flying—straight out of the damn park. Mouch was slapping at his shoulders and people were cheering and his crew was rounding the bases—one, two, three, four! Four runs taking them to a total of eleven!

WHICH DEFINITELY BEAT TEN!

They won. They won!

Chris leapt into the fray, jumping around and cheering with the rest of his team as 21 clapped semi-reluctantly, but mostly with good-humour in the background.

They went through and did the good game handshakes and Chris was semi-certain he’d kept his grin to a respectable level of just a teeny bit smug.

Because they frickin’ won.

“This time,” Platt said, as she gripped his hand, apparently reading his mind at the same time.

“It’s the only time that matters until next time,” Chris shot back. Nothing was wrecking this high. Cindy and the kids came over to cover him in hugs and congratulations. Kol ambled up behind them, fully decorated with dandelions dotting his fur and a crown of them on top of his head. “You’re a good boy, Kol,” Chris said, crouching down to give him a scratch. “Even if you tried to destroy me. I forgive you. Yes, I do. You’re a good boy.”

“Daddy, can Kol sleep over again tonight?” Annabelle asked him, sweet as can be. Since they’d put their foot down about getting a dog of their own (not something they wanted to juggle with a little one on the way), Annabelle had been working double time on her efforts to have some sort of time share arrangement with Will over Kol.

Chris shot a look at Cindy who shrugged. Seemed like one more night would be manageable. “Fine by us, sweetheart,” Chris said, running a hand over Annabelle’s hair. “But you know who you need to ask…”

Annabelle was already off and running. “Uncle Willlllllll!”

***

Mouse

Now that the game was done, both sides were mingling, enjoying the last of the food from the canteen as the tunes started up again. Mouse leaned against the fence, smiling to himself as he watched Bex and Otis try to teach the Herrmann kids what he had to assume were dance moves from the fifties? Maybe the sixties?

The two of them had miles more confidence than skill, but the kids didn’t seem to care.

Especially since, as Mouse looked a little closer, it definitely seemed like Otis and Bex were fully making up moves now, egging each other on.

“Gonna join them?” Chuck asked, coming over to join him with the rest of the group close behind.

“I think you know the answer to that,” Mouse said and Chuck’s answering smile said he did.

“We had a lovely talk with her earlier,” Chuck continued and Mouse froze, then consciously tried to unfreeze because a talk was just a talk. It didn’t have to spell disaster.

“Our initial impression stands,” Ada said, jerking a nod at the Bex and Otis show. “We like her. A lot.”

“Glad to have your seal of approval,” Mouse murmured and he was. Their opinions held value for him. Held weight.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” Chuck said, equally as quietly. Only for Mouse’s ears. “I have faith the two of you will get there in the end.”

Mouse watched as Bex threw her head back, laughing as she jumped around now with Boden and Donna joining the fray.

He hoped so. More than anything ever before, he hoped so.

***

Bex

“We took such good care of him, Uncle Will and he had so much fun and I promise we’ll take extra good care of him tonight,” Annabelle said, following Will around as they packed up the canteen supplies. “He probably won’t even want to come home…”

Bex could not even look at Will after that because she knew she’d burst out laughing. She could totally picture the look Annabelle was giving him right now. He didn’t stand a chance.

“You know,” Will began and Bex shook her head knowing already where this was going. And Chris said she was a pushover. “I think Kol would love to have another sleepover with you.” Careful pause. “But he should probably come back to my place after that because routine is important for dogs.”

Oooh, good save.

“Thank you, Uncle Will!” Annabelle wrapped her arms around his neck, strangling him a little, but Will didn’t seem to mind. He whispered something in her ear and she turned to Bex when she finally let him go.

And uh-oh. There was that look.

Will smirked at her.

“Auntie Bex,” Annabelle said, wandering over to her. “Uncle Will said you were sad about not coming to the sleepover last night but you can come tonight if you want? I know Mommy and Daddy will say yes.”

Like she would ever say no.

“Miss Annabelle, I would love to come over for a sleepover,” Bex said, reaching out for a high five which Annabelle happily slapped. “I need to run home and grab some stuff, but I’ll be over soon.”

Cindy and Chris would probably be happy to have the help kid-wrangling after the long day they’d had and she had plans to meet Chris for breakfast tomorrow anyway so this just simplified things.

“Hey!” Emery came up to grab another load for the car. “I’m headed over to Kira and Malia’s tonight. Girls’ night sleepover. Want to come?”

“I’ve actually received an exclusive invite to a Herrmann house sleepover complete with dogs and small children,” Bex said. “But thank you for the offer.”

“Next you’re going to tell me there’s a pillow fort to go with this exclusive invite,” Emery said, giving her a mock pout.

“I mean, it’s not out of the question.” Things could get crazy over there.

“Lucky!” Emery picked up one of the last boxes and started heading back for the car. “I’m texting Malia and Kira back. They need to up their game.”

Bex laughed, picking up the actual last box as Will and Connor took down the last table. She walked by them on her way to the car. “Looks like you have the place to yourselves tonight, boys.” She leaned in to whisper at Will, shaking her head. “As if that wasn’t your plan all along. Diabolical, sir. Di-a-bolical.”

Will didn’t bother to deny it. Just shot her a little smirk.

Whatever. He wasn’t getting a pillow fort.

Probably.

Hunh—nope, not asking.

***

Will

Will crowded Connor against the car after they loaded the last of their supplies in the trunk. “Did you hear that? Got the place all to ourselves.”

“I did,” Connor said, raising his eyebrows. “Neatly done, if not, as Bex said, fairly diabolical.”

“Well, I had plenty of motivation because certain promises were made this morning,” Will said, tugging at Connor’s cap. “About you…and this outfit…”

“Will,” Connor said slowly as he leaned in.

“Connor.”

“Sooner you get in the car,” Connor said, gaze heating up. “The sooner I can fulfill those promises.”

He was in his seat, buckled, and already reaching over to open Connor’s door before the man could blink.

Grudge Match Day was turning out to be not so bad after all.

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In terms of main Kirby OCs (fandom/franchise characters):

Eave, Twyla, Fintan, Slinx, Squire, King Orpheus, Jesse, Ducky and the Dusters, Princess Alatariel, Nimue & Gilroy, and Malacai

I love all my goobers to pieces! And Orpheus, oh Orpheus has taken over my life. I no longer have control over my story because of him. It's his story now, and I'm the lowly servant who's constantly subjected to his demands for me to rewrite things 😭 I've rewritten his intro episode at least 5 times, and now he's injected himself into DotS:MMM. Orpheus PLEASE I NEED A BREAK— I WAS JUST FINISHING PART 6 IN SCRIPT FORMAT YOU JERK

Thia man's made me rewrite his ENTIRE BACKSTORY THREE TIMES! And now I have to rewrite his WHOLE NOVEL SERIES. YES THE WHOLE NOVEL DEDICATED TO JUST HIM. I have to rewrite it from THE GROUND UP. JUST AS I FINISHED CHAPTER 2.

CHAPTER 2 HAS BEEN COMPLETELY SLAMMED OUT OF CANON. I spent 4 months writing it and he just went "mmmm nah, not canon". 20+ pages. TWENTY. PLUS. PAGES. Right in the trash. Gone. Reduced to atoms. I love Orpheus. But he likes to make me work. I'm not allowed to relax 😭 and what's worse is that's also in character for him 😭😭😭😭 I can't control this man, he controls MEEEE *SOB*

Woes aside– Main official characters that I manage in DotS are the following:

Meta Knight, Galacta Knight, Sir/King Arthur, Magolor, Kirby (shared), and Bandana Waddle Dee (shared)

My sis and co-writer @starlightfyre handles other officials in our AU! She's got King Dedede, Taranza, all of Arthur's knights (Falspar, Dragato, etc.), and more!

They're all pretty neat! :D

Original character and original content rambling below the cut here, if anyone is interested in my OG projects:

In terms of active proper OCs, my main cast has been demoted to just being doodle buddies and officially retired from being a series. All my OCs are sorta on standby until I have some story ideas for them! My mains under World Jumpers are these goobers:

Oswald, Tempest, Blaize, Asoné, Raymond, and Xylea! Ozzy and Tempest are the protagonists with the rest being secondary!

I've wrestled with their story for so long that I decided to throw in the towel and admit defeat early this year. It's been 14 long years with these guys collectively, and no actual plot or meaning to their story? Yeah no time to shelve it for good. I have a very fleshed out world for them, but it's really detailed to the point where it's kinda convoluted, but it's been set in stone for so long that I can't undo it without shattering everything

So I figured it'd just be better to start fresh with something else later. I love WJ, but after the history I've had with WJ, it's better that I leave it to rest. The world and story was too big for just me, and I tried for years to find a partner as passionate about the world as I was, but none were. I lost my passion after getting burned out due to stress writing and drawing everything. I love WJ, love my characters and world, but it's a story that never wanted to be told

Since then I've sort of been at a loss on what to do next in terms of original projects. I've got loads of WIP ideas and concepts from over the years, but none have really jumped up at me like DotS has for years 😭

I have a lot of OCs, like A LOT. I had a list and there's like easily 100+ named characters in WJ's universe alone

The others are much smaller! These are all my WIP OG stories:

Project: "Listen" | Animated anthro film inspired by "Cats Don't Dance", focuses on Kaeden who is a mute genet whose dream is to be an actor, despite having a job as a director easily lined up for him. Faces a bit of adversity in a market that hankers for a voice; he becomes friends with a frustrated actress who's been locked into the same kind of roles for years, and wishes to do more, who becomes a voice for Kaeden when he needs it most (I aspire to have an actual deaf/mute person be Kaeden's voice through sign language, since animators will nees references for his dialogue; they'll be put in the credits as his voice because they are! LOVE!)

Project: "Dragon Rider" | Sort of a chosen-one story with a twist, focuses on the struggle between duty and desire. Female protagonist is the prophesized reincarnation of a figure that's meant to bring her tribe into a new golden age, but when she bonds with an unexpected and common kind of dragon (and not the big gaudy one they expected), she faces a dilemma: follow the wishes of her people or her own heart?

Project: "Willemina" | Sci-fi detective story that was originally a spinoff of WJ, so it's set in the same universe. Main protag is non-binary hoomin (human-like species of mine), Willemina, a former space ranger gone private detective investigating the mysterious murder of a local guardian. Will befriends the late guardian's companion, a sweet little Weapon Spirit, and sets out to solve the mystery together (and discovering said weapon spirit's very useful defensive abilities)

Most everyone from each respective story has concept art or complete designs!

#answered #oc asks #fc asks #character asks #fan character asks #asks open #blazin beeps #blazin answers #oc rambling #fc rambling #kirby #kirby series #magolor #dreams of the stars #hoshi no kirby #kirby oc #hoshi no kaabii

[moonspower]

🔥 give me a spicy oc take

✨ @dynamoprotocol. meme. still accepting!

unfair but ur oc is gonna have to be compelling from the jump if ur impatient or else ur gonna find urself disappointed that no one fucks w. them immediately. ocs really dont get this little grace / wiggle room of improving over time like canons or building over time u have to come out the gate swinging with your concept in hand ready to be served to the girlies in a way which theyve never in their life experienced i mean servin while doing cartwheels and breathing fire. only then can u start adding more building blocks. then u go from great to amazing. which yea that's unfair but that's life out here in these streets lol. also if u write multiple ocs, understand that theyre not all gonna be poppin equally. there will always be that one that gets all the love n stuff. that's ok. like some ppl gravitate towards yulia more than they do vi or they'll gravitate towards gianni more which is w.e! different audiences for 3 entirely different characters.

like i understand that vi is my main attraction. ive had him for almost a decade and he's a freak show.

anyway there's really no use in making an oc, not puttin ur whole ass into said oc, and then kickin trash cans over and wildly blaming outside factors other than maybe u need to do better or maybe u havent found ur right audience. cuz one thing i cant stand is someone that gets passive aggressive with their followers over not getting a fuck ton of interactions like shut ur crybaby ass up, martha!!!

#🌙 OOC! THE CROWN GLITTERS ON AN EARTH SIGN. #dynamoprotocol #/ not 2 sound like a republican grandpa but pull urself up by ur boot straps.

[acourtcfmuses]

😍 ― admiring from afar 📌 ― a staple on the dash 🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  send in one or more of these symbols for me to pick one blog or multiple i wanna shout out that i think fit well into the category. explanations optional.  )

😍 ― admiring from afar

@legeandary - While we don't have anything ongoing, Belle is 100% someone I get excited for on my dash. I'm just an awkward racoon that struggled to get things going. But MAN, is she talented, both in writing so many varied muses and insane talents with themes and templates.

@mcdeofash - Kel has so many amazing muses on her roster and I adore seeing her on my dash so damn much. I'm just always never to interact with people. BUT I am slowly working up the courage to reply to an open or two to get the ball rolling. JUst and absolutely pleasure to follow!

@havvkinsqueen - If anyone isn't aware Victoria is one of the sweetest people in the universe. Even without knowing me, she had sent me some wonderful pieces of positivity to brighten my day and I'm so grateful to have her on my dash. We haven't done writing yet, but I look forward too!

📌 ― a staple on the dash

@theolderhenderson - If you're not following Tin, you're missing out. Elie is one of the most amazing OC's I've ever written with. Tin has put so much thought and time into Elie and her backstory that it's easy to forget that Elie isn't a canon muse (she is to me though okay??). Just top marks, Trash Panda Gang unite!

@managedxmischief - Having Ash in my life as both a friend (at least in my mind) and a writing partner is a joy to have. Ash is a fantastic writer and writes so many amazing mused over multiple blogs and does an amazing job with each and everyone and I always look forwards to our threads, and the tiktoks I'm sent on discord!

@childrenofslumber - Nicky is one of my favourite people, a super talented writer who put so much thought into her muses and their histories and is such a passionate supporter of both her muses and yours. I love listening to Nicky gush about her muses, or our ships and she is just always happy when you're speaking to her and is such a delight on the dash and OOC.

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

@chaosxburned - JAY MY BELOVED!!! Firstly, I’m so glad Jay is back. I love her to death and I love every single one of her muses and the ships we have. Jay is such a talented writer you have no idea and I would recommend her blog(s) to EVERYONE. She is one of my favourite people honestly! I'm very blessed to have Jay in my life!

@advcnturewithin - AJ and I keep finding our way back to each other's blogs ever since we first started writing and have moved from writing partners over the years to in real life friends and have met up multiple times to hang out. AJ is scarily talented and you'd definitely see that in every single post, there is just so much thought and love behind each reply!

@talesfromthevoiid - Jay is someone I am always excited to write with and is such a lovely guy in all honesty. I'm slow as a snail, but Jay is always warm and excited about any threads or possible ships and is just such a pleasure to write with. He is just all around fantastic both IC and OOC!

#☀️ [ positivity ] #[ look it said one or more and I took the more part literally so sue me ]

[savage-rhi]

Reverse Uno: now you do Karl and Ardyn >:3

I'VE WAITED ALL DAY TO COME HOME FROM A 10 HR SHIFT TO DO THIS SO DON'T MIND IF I FUCKING DO @seradyn

Karl Heisenberg

First impression: I thought he was going to play a significant role in RE8, perhaps even fall into the trope where he's truly the Big Bad (TM) versus Mother Miranda. I think I got that impression because Karl always came across as smarter than he lets on. Either way, I knew I was gonna fucking love this dude. Does he look like trash? Yep. Does he hold a grudge? Yep. Sign me up! 

Impression now: CAPCOM YOU FUCKED UP. WHY DIDN'T YOU UTILIZE THIS GUY FURTHER IN THE DAMN PLOT?! WHY DIDN'T HE AND ETHAN PARTNER UP?!

That's seriously my biggest gripe when it comes to Karl, he's a great character that didn't get used to his full potential. I mean, sure that gives fanfic writers such as myself a lot to play with and makeup, but he deserved better. Karl's character was fucking fun. I could tell his motion capture and VO artist had a great time playing hobo metal man (Neil Newbon you sold it, mother fucker).

Seriously, Karl is hot trash but he's my hot trash. I'll defend him all the way.

Favorite Moment: In every scene Karl is in, he just steals the damn show. I always enjoy the scene where he confronts Ethan with partnering up (Ethan, you should've taken the hobo's hand) and goes on a verbal rampage about the other lords and how much he despises Miranda. You can feel his passion and hate for what's become of his life, and even sense how desperate he is to get out of it by any means necessary.

Idea for a story: I've been working on a story with Karl called The Sacrifice that takes place years before the events of RE8. Karl falls in love with a gal named Sonja Ainsley, and this pushes him to wanting to break free from the village and Miranda's clutches.

The story is on hiatus, but I intend to finish it when I get the motivation again. I love him and Sonja very much.

Unpopular Opinion: For all his bravado, Karl is sensitive and cautious deep down. I’ve read many stories where is unyielding and very sexual (ngl I indulge in that cause I’m nasty like everyone else on here lol) but given the abuses he has endured, I think he would be quite reluctant to indulge himself with someone until several layers were peeled back and his partner gained his trust. 

Favorite Relationship: I ship Karl with happiness. I don’t care if it’s an OC, Reader, Canon, etc. etc. etc. I just want this fucking hob goblin to feel like he’s on top of the world and has support. I love reading material where he gets to just fucking live and be happy. 

Favorite headcanon: Karl is quite good at making jewelry pieces. 

Karl is artistically inclined and enjoys sketching, and doodling. He keeps most of his pieces to himself since he considers having a hobby like that could lead him to being taken advantage of (he’s kind of a victim of toxic masculinity there in that regard, where “men can’t like things like the arts without being seen as less than”). 

Karl struggled with reading well into his early 20s, but he taught himself and is quite fond of novels (Sonja helps him there in The Sacrifice, and he likes Pride and Predjudice). 

Moreau and he watch TV together, and they get invested and I do mean invested to the point where they both yell and scream at the characters on TV for fucking up. 

Ardyn Izunia/Lucis Caelum

First Impression: I want to preface by saying that my late grandmother bestowed upon me the knowledge to protect myself from peculiar people. She told me to never trust a man who has shaved off his eyebrows and never trust a man that wears a tunic. All her wisdom couldn’t prepare me for what the fuck to do about a man who wears over 5 layers of clothing, and looks like a homeless guy who walked into a thrift shop and picked out every item that screamed, “Hi there, I’m Johnny Depp.” I’m frightened, but I gotta follow my principles: does he look like trash? Check. Does he hold a grudge? Check. Okay everyone…let’s pray….

Impression now: Your honor, I love him. I love his quirkiness. I love his humor. I love his mannerisms. I love his darkness. I love his imperfections. I love his humanity and lack thereof. I love his daemon form. I love his charisma. I love how he carries himself. I love his ambition. I love how unsettling he can be. I love his wild hair. I love his piercing eyes. I love how he used to love and care for others. I love how he tried to hold onto himself despite failing. I love how he’s unapologetic. I love his faults. I love his flaws. I love that I see bits of myself in him. I love his bloodlust. I love his taunts. I love his sarcasm. I love how tragic his story is. I love how unyielding he can be. I love him. Break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar.

Favorite Moment: Pretty much everything he is in. However I adore his entire appearance in the Lestallum chapter. You can tell he’s clearly up to shit, but can’t necessarily prove it. Hell, I even felt bad for judging him after he goes through the trouble of saving everyone’s ass in a later part of that section. I even had a moment of second guessing. 

Idea for a story: I already wrote an Ardyn x OC (Caelan) story called Immortal Shield. I wanted to give Ardyn a happier ending, and explore his character if he were resurrected years after the final battle with Noctis (went with the Dawn of the Future ending). I think it turned out okay.

Cause I am not over him by any means, I’m working on a Ardyn x Reader story. It takes place two years before the events of the game. I’m 10 chapters in thus far. 

Unpopular Opinion: Ardyn is one of the best FF villains in the franchise. I’ve seen people complain about him being lackluster as a character (from his quirks/backstory, to the final battle cause he didn’t have a ‘final form’). Then there’s the camp that sees the adoration fans have for him and go, “tragic guy does tragic and terrible things and people make excuses for him”. I mean…yeah, to a degree? But what makes me still stand by my statement is the fact that unlike most FF villains: the guy actually fucking wins. We are talking about a man who spent YEARS and I mean fucking YEARS plotting, wearing various masks, and lining up pieces to ensure he would FINALLY get to rest in peace after all the shit he had been forced to endure. That is dedication and shows how he’s so damn dangerous and intelligent. A man that can bide his time for thousands of years isn’t someone to fuck around with. 

Favorite Relationship: Ardyn x Aera. Those two deserved happiness and peace. I also ship him with OCs, other canon characters, and readers/inserts. I love stories where no matter who it’s with, he is appreciated and cherished. 

Favorite headcanon: Ardyn’s love language is gift-giving. If he sees something that reminds him of someone, he’ll get it for them or even try his hand at making the thing himself if he wants to go the extra mile. Getting a gift from him says A LOT, and the people around him know it’s kind of a big fucking deal. 

Being a former healer, he’s very much in tune with people’s emotions that it’s almost like a 6th sense. Even being corrupted by the star scourge, he can never truly tune that part of himself out. He uses this natural gift to manipulate others to get ahead. 

Since sweets like chocolate and other delicacies were rare and quite expensive 2,000 years ago, Ardyn takes full advantage of modern decadence. The man’s got candy everywhere. 

#karl heisenberg #re8 karl heisenberg #resident evil village #ardyn izunia #ffxv ardyn #ardyn lucis caelum #final fantasy xv #my opinions and thoughts #characters #i love them both very much #and i have horrible taste in men i am well aware #but i don't mind nor give two fucks and a pine cone #thank you for sending this to me hon

[a-cosmic-elf]

Oooo- ask game! For the Fanfiction Writing Ask:

55! 62 (for ME: Absolution)! And 75 (for research purposes).

Hi, @tafferling ! Thank you for sending me this; it really had me thinking! I’ll put it under a cut because it’s going to be pretty long, lol

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

No, I don’t think so. Unless rare pairs and OCs can be considered a theme.

I seem to like starting my stories with a line of dialogue, sometimes from canon. I enjoy doing that, and I don’t care if it’s considered ‘meh’ in writing circles. This is fanfic. Readers will recognise it, and I get a kick out of making an immediate connection that, in turn sets the scene.

62. In Absolution, is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included?  Why did it get cut?

No, I think everything in the main story is still there. It’s just evolved over time.

I do have Emrys’s origin story, everything leading up to that point where he reaches self-awareness, mostly written. I plan to release it as an epilogue since it’s ridiculously spoilerific and in a slightly darker (currently nsfw) tone. It’s a tragic love story.

Emrys eludes to it when questioned by Yin:

"I've been meaning to ask you, how did they do it? How did the turians build a ship powered by a mass relay? It's hard to get my head around."

"Hmm." Emrys seemed to think on the question for a while before responding, "Several project leads were overseeing their respective areas on the design and construction. One of them was a brilliant young scientist. He had been a child prodigy, in fact, thought to be a genius. By the time he reached adulthood, he had unlocked secrets of mass effect technology that others before him, and since, have only dreamt of. His level of understanding, skills and knowledge were unprecedented. He was indeed ahead of his time."

Yin was transfixed, "what happened to him?" he asked.

"Oh, it's not an unusual story. At the apex of his career, he fell in love. It got him into all kinds of trouble. He was never the same after that." Emrys said, staring forward as if he knew what that was like.

And if you put that together with the following from the infamous chapter 13:

</Personnel Record: Shyyla Cirian

/Rank: Doctor [SPECIAL ORDER] sibling of Primarch Jasris Cirian.  

/Assignment: Head of AI development

/Current location: THS Absolution, deck 15, section 001

/Status: DECEASED.

 

/end of report.>

You know a love story between a young and gifted engineer and the head of AI development (the Primarch’s sister, no less, who’s caught the eye of the evil General) will be heart-wrenching. But the best origin stories are usually tragic. And I like dark tales with romance.

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

I’m glad that you asked this one. There’s always that one fic, right? The one that you spat out in an afternoon but stands head and shoulders above the rest, not by comments or kudos, but by hits because nobody comments on porn.

I mean seriously, it’s trash! I’d delete it, but the stats don’t lie, lol

Thank you again for such a lovely ask and for supporting my oc brain rot. It truly means the world to me. 🙏🏼💕🥰

Fic writing asks

#fanfiction ask game #asks and answers #fic writer #ao3 writer #cosmic chats #cosmic writes #🥰✨💕🙌🏼🙏🏼 #let me know if you’d like me to send you an ask #i don’t always see mutual’s posts :/ #mutuals 💜

[prpfs]

Annndd here comes the kinky business. 😈

I’m in a bit of rare mood at the moment, looking to dive into some fun and interesting concepts that may not be everyone’s cup of tea. Read the asks and read them well—you’ll be ignored otherwise.

Asks:

-Be a daily replier (even just a post is chef’s kiss)

-Happy playing a human female role

-MxF only (I’m gonna get to write a beastie for once, bet)

-Enjoys ooc (friendly meme shit, not here’s a dick pic)

-Able to write in gdocs or discord (server or dms, I don’t mind)

-3rd person past tense only

-Mandatory writing sample (I’m not a stingy cunt, I’ll share mine too)

Dumb Info Blurb: Call me Aeon, 30, she/her/whatever, EST. Literate/lazy lit - advanced novella, I will work with what I am given but one liners can kiss the fattest part of my ass. I write through discord or gdocs. Feel free to directly dm me there—it’s AeonsMusings. Applicable canons I can play against your OC to follow in ().

On the hunt for an **Attack on Titan** storyline, seeking *Levi*. (Erwin, Jean, Mike)

**Demon Slayer** seeking *Kyojuro Rengoku*. (Tengen, potentially Giyuu)

**YuGiOh** seeking *fem!Yugi* for genderbent puzzleshipping. (Yami/Atem) Potential for underaged due to canon character ages. Perfectly happy to work with you on your preferences.

**My Hero Academia**, seeking *Hawks*. (Tokoyami, Shinso, Aizawa, Mirio). I’d like to run this in more of a college setting—but ridiculous to ask freshmen in highschool to risk their lives for people on the daily imo. xD

Putting it out there, I am ASS with female canons, barring maybe Hange. Dudes I can write as the day is long though.

I’m open to a wide range of plot potential scenarios, and am a certified trash gremlin for angst, drama, and the usual amount of character torment. I don’t mind senseless fluff or comfort scenes, and I’m happy to accommodate some self indulgence. I am furry friendly. Comfortable with a story to smut ratio anywhere from 90/10 to 50/50.

(None are needed, just for those that want to know) Kinks: ||Monsters, Breeding, Risk of/impreg, milking/lactation, cum, creampies, large & unusual cocks, Omegaverse, innocence, somnophilia, hypnotism, pet play, pheromones, rut/heat, dub con, teasing, dirty talk, mild degradation, passion, romance, cock worship, taboo dynamics, eggs (? I mean why not maybe I don’t know what rocks your goblin).||

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#attack on titan rp #demon slayer rp #yugioh rp #mha rp #my hero academia rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

[divorcingjimmatthews]

i couldn't really find the kind of prompt list I was looking for (kind of like those OC development guidelines but for ship dynamics? do they exist?) so i made my own ‼

meet my (canon x OC) ship — jade and diane aka his girlfriend that he found in the trash🌲🚁

pictured: jade talks about the symbols while diane wonders what is wrong with him worries for his mental state

🌎 how they met: jade finds diane the morning after her helicopter got trapped and was forced to land in a clear in the woods during the night. severely sick and delirious from having spent most of the night in the lake to escape the nightmare creatures, she believes that jade, marielle and kristi have kidnapped her which makes her very difficult to help. jade has a strong interest in making sure that she recovers for the valuable information that she can provide, so he puts in a lot of effort into nursing her back to health and becomes extremely attached along the way <3

👀 who fell first: jade definitely became attached first because of the emotional investment that he had in her recovery, and dianne quickly followed as soon as she started feeling better. but they only started romantically liking each other after they got the opportunity to hang out in "normal" circumstances once diane was out of the clinic. she was listening to him talk about his science theories one day and thought 'oh wait, i don't just trauma-like this guy, i actually really really like-like this guy...!'

💚 how do they make each other feel: basically? safe. diane is a naturally closed-off person but jade is honest and open enough to make her feel safe to do the same. meanwhile, jade deeply appreciates the way diane is always quietly watching out for his mental state

⚘ one thing they like about the other: diane collects every single peak autism jade moment in her heart like they're very cool rocks that she found, and jade can't get over how cute she is when she smiles and how hot it is that she can do badass flying kicks

💫 one fun moment they had: diane didn't have any of her own clothes with her save for her pilot gear, so jade takes her to the storage room and tells her to pick what she wants to wear. diane flashes a lil playful smile and tells him to pick what he wants her to wear. he passes on the chance to be horny about it and just starts picking the worst possible outfits he can find for her to try on, and she has the time of her life trying them on for him to rate how well she managed to pull them off. she manages to convince him to try on a few of her own picks too. jim walks in on them and jade throws him a fancy shirt for him to try on but tragically he's anti-fun and his wife has been missing for two weeks but that's clearly irrelevant here /jk

🍂 one angsty moment they had: jade basically ended up investing his last thread of sanity into helping diane recover so when she takes a turn for the worse and it looks like she might not make it after all, kristi and marielle start worrying for jade's mental state if the worst ends up happening. diane tries to draw some diagrams for him so he can know how to repurpose the instruments from her helicopter and read the data she gathered about the terrain but he wants to hear none of it and just tells her to save her strength

i could talk about them for hours so i'm going to end it here... sorry to inflict my OC on y'all. if you read this far we are basically married, i love you forever and i owe you my life /lh

#oc stuff #jade x diane #goes without saying feel free to use the template... if anyone else has FROM OCs i'd love to get to know them !!! #they can all be friends

[leoxcantus]

Hi, thanks for following me back! I read your rules (password: _ Q-E-D _ ), and I saw that you're semi-selective when it comes to interacting with OCs. Is it okay if I write a starter for you? Or would you prefer discussing a basic plot idea beforehand?

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                                      𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉!

I thank you kindly for sending me this, always good to ask questions if your not sure as they always say. I am more selective on oc-self-inserts, since I have run into some issues with them in the past. Apologies if that's not worded right in my guidelines. You are more then welcome to send me a starter of whatever you choose. Free style writing as I call it is a good way to get to know the trash kitty, be warned though he is not like your common canon wild cat. You will learn to see he is a lot different. While on the hold I hope you enjoy interacting with him.

@sea-of-flxmes

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[viatrixtravels]

RULES

General

No godmodding,

No hate

No racism, pedophilia, etc.

No drama

In short, just be a decent person.

NSFW content

I will not write nsfw or even midly suggestive content with minors.

Smut is not my strong suit, so do not expect me to jump straight into the spicy stuff, even if our muses are in a romantic relationship. (The occasional suggestive post might occur on Sinday but this should be taken less serious)

In regards to Lumine's age, I personal imagine her to be a young adult. (19~21)

Interactions

I accept asks from anonymous users/users I do not follow. However, actual RP threads are mutuals only.

I love chatting with my RP partners OOC so don't be shy to hop into my IMs or ask for my Discord!

I love OCs so please do throw your OC at me! It'd be nice if you'd have an 'about' page so I can read up on their backstory. If not, I might show up in your IMs to ask for further information. :3

Portrayal

This blog will try to stay as close to canon as possible, but with the Traveler often having very little voice lines, there is bound to be some personal interpretation. I do not expect you to agree with my headcanons, but I do hope you can respect them.

Shipping

I'm huge shipping trash so never be afraid to ask me to work on a potential relationship between our muses! <3

My favorite ships are Xiaolumi, Chilumi and Albelumi but I am open to shipping with other Genshin characters and OCs too!

About the mun

You can call me Vee. I'm a 28-year old weeb who lives in Belgium. I'm also a language teacher for people who have (recently) moved to Belgium and need to learn our national language. I love my job with my whole heart, but it is a very physically and emotionally demanding one (a lot of my students come from war zones and have been through a lot) so my activity might suddenly drop at times.

I am also fairly new to the Genshin scene, having only started playing the game in July of this year. I am far from caught up with all lore/content, but I do not mind written spoilers! (Please do not send me any videos of cutscenes though as I want to experience those for the first time in-game <3)

Current process: Finished Inazuma story quest and Ei's first story quest, working on unlocking the rest of the Inazuma story quests and hangouts.

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[chiefyakousdilftits]

Howdy Everyone !! Welcome !! 💕

It’s Lop ( @sheriffslop ) and I’ve officially made a Rain Code Sideblog !! Anyways, Here’s a bit of DNI material and guidelines, just so we can keep my blog and feed a safe space, for me and others involved. 💕

✨ Rules, Regulations, DNI ✨

I interpret Yuma as a minor so ships with Master Detectives x Yuma make me a little uncomfortable, due to trauma I’ve suffered as a minor, so I would like to keep shipping discourse down to a minimum here, let’s try and keep it to a minimum, and at the very least, respectful. Not that I mind the memes or anything, just please no Yuma or Kurumi NSFW or situations that are just not okay for minors in my inbox or replies. 💕

OC x Canon is welcomed here !! Please don’t come into my inbox trying to trash talk OC x Canon shippers, let people enjoy things to their hearts content as long as they aren’t being problematic towards you or anybody else. Cringe is dead and one day we will be too, follow our bliss, live to make yourself happy. 💕

I am 18+ / An Adult, as another blog once said, I’m not a pro - shipper, not an anti, but an adult with a job, and I’d rather not romanticize topics such as abuse, minor x adult, and all of that stuff !!

Also, keep the shipping discourse to a minimum in general, I personally don’t have very many ships I dislike, but my favorites are Desuhiko Thunderbolt/Fubuki Clockford ( ClockBolt ) and Platonic! Halara Nightmare/Vivia Twilight ( TwiMare ), though I’m open to discussions about other ships, and think some people have already shown off talented works of art involving other ships !! 💕

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Disclaimer !! I have a rather dry and sarcastic sense of humor, I definitely try to use tone tags, but for the most part I’m dramatic and snarky. I’m never trying to intentionally hurt anyone’s feelings !! Tone can be hard to capture over text, but I try my best. I promise I’m never trying to intentionally hurt anyone’s feelings. 💕

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[disneyanddisneyships]

So it's canon that Al visits some cannibal colony in hell because he IS one.

And the funny thing is he doesn't even wear a hate but he makes one just to throw it at those ladies munching on another demon 💀

*in charlie's voice* so... I've been thinking..

What if Al shows Aponi around (because you mentioned she "feels other butterflies in her stomach" iykyk) and the ladies are just... there. Like, "Hey alastor😍🤞" and he greets them back politely, but without the hat bit. 'Cause he's just being a gentleman and is gentler to women (women who dont point spears to him)

And Aponi's just "🙂" and Al's clueless about it 'cause they're in their early stages of their relationship. (Yes. Jealous Aponi. I give you)

Ohohohohooooo jealous aponi

Okay this is and Alastor x OC fic

Aponi was fast asleep. Having a good dream for once about going to heaven and seeing her father and brother.

She sighed happily in her sleep with a small smile, her cat curled up right next to her.

"Hello my darling!" Alastor exclaimed as he practically broke down her door.

She jumped up in suprise as her cat hissed and scurried away.

"Al, what are you doing. Its-" she checked her phone. "Its 6 in the morning," she finished before stretching and yawning.

"Well get up and get ready! I'm taking you to the cannibal colony today!" He exclaimed as he walked around her room, looking at her photos in the trash can that used to be hung up on her walls.

"Youre... what? Why? Isn't that like your alone time?" Aponi asked as she got out of bed to find some clothes to wear.

"Well yes-" alastor took notice that she only wore underwear to bed. And then he realized it was getting closer to the time where he'd be in heat. "Uh but I thought I'd show you around today!" He snapped back to what he was talking about.

"Fair enough," Aponi replied as she shrugged on some jeans and an orange crop top. "Just gimme a sec to brush my teeth and shit," She stated as she walked into her bathroom.

Alastor followed her, a small smile on his face and his head tilted in curiosity. He stared as he watched her get ready.

"Uh... are you just gonna watch?" Aponi asked in the middle of putting toothpaste on her toothbrush.

"Indeed!" He replied happily as he leaned against the doorframe.

The couple had been together for a few weeks now, and they weren't used to one another.

"You seem grumpy, my darling!" Alastor commented as he watched her brush her hair.

" you woke me up at 6 in the morning and I haven't had coffee," she replied before walking out of the bathroom to feed her cat.

"Ah I see. I'll go tell husker to get on that right now!" Alastor stated.

"Make sure he doesn't put alcohol in there. He knows I've been sober since I died," Aponi stated to Alastor as he walked out of her apartment.

As she got her shoes on and grabbed her purse, complete with a knife and a tazer, she stretched one more time and walked out of her apartment, being sure to lock the door or else angel would snoop in there to steal her clothes.

"Ah darling I see you're ready! Here's you coffee!" Alastor exclaimed as he brought it to her.

"Oh! Thank you. You didn't have to bring it to me, I wouldn't want to be a bother," Aponi stated.

"Nonsense! Anything for you!" Alastor exclaimed.

Aponi blushed at that as she took a sip of the coffee.

Alastor hooked his arm with hers and began to walk out of the hotel.

Minutes later the couple entered the Cannibal colony.

"Oh over there! They make the best meat pies! They've been here for some time. I dont suppose you've heard of Sweeney Todd?" Alastor asked as he and aponi walked.

"Actually there's a musical about him. So yeah," Aponi replied.

"Really? Oh dear I hope they did him justice. Such an insane man!" Alastor complimented.

"Hi alastor!" A group of lady cannibals called out with flirtatious smiles on their faces.

"Oh hello there! Great to see you!" Alastor called out before walking away.

Aponi turned to stare at them and gave out a growl.

"Aponi, dear, come on!" Alastor called out.

After staring daggers at one of them Aponi walked up to alastor to continue the tour.

When it was over and aponi was in her room she began slamming drawers and such to make food.

"'Hi alastooooor!'" She mimicked in a high pitched mocking voice. "Good God. I bet all of them have a crush on him, fluffy!" Aponi ranted to her cat as she threw some lefr over chicken in her microwave. "I bet he flirts with them too! I mean... how could he not! They're all probably prettier and crazier and....." aponi trailed off and sighed.

The microwave beeped and she took her food out.

"I mean look at me! This is the first real food I've had in days! I dont..... I dont belong here, I don't belong in heaven, and clearly I dont belong with alastor....." she ranted as she threw her chicken away, not even bothering to eat it. She collapsed onto her bed, looking up at her ceiling.

Her cat crawled to snuggle with her, as she sighed at the horrible depressing thoughts running through her head.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Aponi shouted as she sat up on her bed.

"Ah hello darling! Just coming in to check up on you!" Alastor exclaimed before sniffing the air. "Oh did you eat?" He asked before qponi shook her head and pointed to her trash can.

"I made it. Didn't eat it," she stated before taking off her shoes.

"Whens the last time you ate?" Alastor asked, concerned quietly written in his voice.

"I don't know.. like... last week, I think?" Aponi stated.

"Darling why haven't you been taking care of yourself?" Alastor asked with a wide smile.

"I'm doing fine, Al. You should be worrying about those pretty demons we saw in the colony. 'Hiiii Alastooooor!'" Aponi mimicked with a high voice.

"What the devil are you talking about? Them? Oh please. I was just being friendly, my dear!" Alastor stated.

"Oh I know you were. But they definitely wanna fuck you," Aponi stated.

"What? No they don't! Were all just acquaintances!" Alastor exclaimed.

"Al, when you turned away one of them looked at your ass," Aponi stated.

Alastor's smile was wide as he just stared awkwardly, before realizing aponi hadn't made eye contact with him.

"You're jealous," He stated with a small smile.

"What? No!" Aponi disagreed as a blush made its way onto her features.

"Oh darling I believe you are. Don't worry. You're the only one I've ever truly taken an interest in!" Alastor exclaimed.

Aponi's features morphed into sadness and she sighed.

"I just... my whole life I've felt like I didn't belong anywhere.... I dont belong in heaven, I'm too good for hell... I dont belong with you....." she trailed off.

Alastor smiled before turning her head to look at him and kissing her.

"You belong anywhere as long as you make room through violence!" He stated happily.

Aponi smiled.