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crackinglamb · 7 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @theluckywizard, thank you! 💕

Tagging @lilbittymonster, @bogunicorn, @bdafic, @shretl, @mordinette, @fogsblue, @effelants, @sociallyacceptablemadness and @natsora. No pressure!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

107!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

1,776,919, as of this morning.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Currently only Dragon Age and Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood. But in the past I've written for Fallout 4, Mass Effect Trilogy, Dr. Who, Borderlands, and The Wayhaven Chronicles.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

What a Wicked Game to Play - the Behemoth, the Epic, the...story that ate my life for nearly two years straight. It currently sits at a cool 400K words and will be the focus of my NaNo goal this year. I'd like to have it finished. Solas/OFC, rated E.

Twist - the fic that got me really going in DA. An MGIT re-envisioning of the base game and all the what happens next? 197K words, complete. Solas/OFC, rated E. Fun fact, I started writing this fic before I'd ever played the game. 2020 was...uh...quite a year.

Junkyard Dogs - my very first fic. I started writing this before I really even knew what fic was. Before I even had heard of AO3. My sibspring got me an invite and the rest is history. I'm still incredibly proud of this fic, although I don't write quite like this anymore. 107K words, complete. Hancock/F!SoSu, rated E. (Are you noticing a trend? Yes, I write a lot of smut.)

Twist Some More - you guessed it, the sequel to Twist. My love letter to Carly and Solas and the happily ever after the game didn't give us. Baby included. 67K words, complete. Solas/OFC, rated E.

Humans Are Just...Like That - okay, so there's a story that goes with this one. This is a oneshot for Mass Effect, and it was brought to life via a long, hilarious thread in an ME discord server. I made a comment to the effect of 'someone should turn this into a fic' and everyone told me to go for it. So I did. It's a little bit crack, a little bit everybody lives and a whole lot of yup, humans are just like that. ~3K words. Background FemShep/Garrus, rated T.

5. do you respond to comments?

Yes, always! (Caveat: as long as it's polite. If you're rude, I'll call you on it, then freeze the thread.)

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No More My Heart Beats Without You, one of only 4 of my works with the Major Character Death warning. Solas/F!Trevelyan, 5555 words (I didn't plan that, but it's cool), rated E.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

TSM, without a doubt. The whole point of it was to write a fluffy, gloriously happy tribute to my first DA OC, Carly Lavellan. It'll make your teeth ache, I promise.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some on WG, which is why I now moderate comments on it. It's gotten statistically big enough (in terms of both hits and word length) that some people are just not gonna groove with it. And hey, that's fine. But you don't need to tell me about it, okay? Just hit the back button.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes. And...yes. I've written all kinds. My only rule for smut is consenting adults.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I got asked about a fic being translated, but I don't know if it ever happened.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have written two fics with my beloved @ir0n-angel. One for FO4 (a Deacon/F!SoSu oneshot) and one for DA (Solavellan modern AU, incomplete, been on hiatus for a couple years. Someday we'll finish it.)

And I've participated in three years' worth of round robin style collaboration with the DAFF server.

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

*snort Poly here. Don't ask me to pick a favorite, it doesn't work like that. 🤣🤣🤣

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Just Like Fire. It started out as a prompt fic to get me out of a slump. Actual Solavellan, canon compliant even. So you see where my problem is, right? I mean, I am the one whose blog title is Canon Shall Be YEETED. I've thought about maybe just tying up the loose ends and skipping ahead to the ending I've already written for it, but then I lose interest again after about five minutes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

16. what are your writing strengths?

Good dialogue, lots of banter. I am routinely told by readers how well I keep characterization believable.

Good smut, realistic without being clinical.

Headcannon glitter. Being detailed oriented means I overthink and come up with some really deep ideas.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

FINISHING THE DAMN THING. *ahem* I'm okay, I'm good.

Endings are rough for me. Not in that I don't know what I want to do with them, but more by the time I get to them, I've either lost interest or lost motivation. Or both. I know it looks like I'm on top of it when you look at my archive (only three incomplete WIP's out of 107), but some of them caused me Stress(tm) to finish and I've never been really happy with them.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I do it sparingly so it doesn't bog down the story. I translate it at the end, be that by chapter or oneshot. I know better than to fully trust google translate. And I'm careful with using fanon resources if the language is made up.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Fallout 4, with the above mentioned JD. I stayed there for quite a while too. To date it's still my second most written fandom.

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Again, poly. But I have some notables that I've returned to time and again. An incomplete sampling:

Maker Damned Fools - this is actually the first thing I wrote for DA. Varric/F!Hawke. 32K words, rated E. Initially it was a Fluffuary fic, but I always planned to expand on it. This year I did. Highlights for me reading it: chapters 4, 7 and 9.

Soft In Skyhold - another Fluffuary entry. Written as part of WG's overarching 'verse. So, Imogen and Solas, Adoribull, Varric and Elly Hawke, Terisin Mahariel and Morrigan. Cassandra and the Sky-Watcher. ~29K words, rated T. Highlights for me: chapters 5, 11, 13, 22, and 25.

She's My Plus One - my Dr. Who fic. Nine/Rose. Written x +1 style. 12K words, rated M. Highlights for me: chapters 4-6.

Unrepentant - a Solavellan oneshot. It's smutty, it's a little bit kinky, it's all in her head, right? Cuz it's the Fade. Look, sometimes you just need a particular flavor of dark!Solas. Not too dark, just like 62% cacao. 3100 words, obviously rated E.

Unexpected - an FO4 fic with a Kellogg/F!SoSu pairing. Yup, you read that right. Don't judge me. This was an early attempt at writing canon divergence and I'm still super pleased with how it came out. It even has a happy ending. 30K words, rated E. Highlights for me: honestly, all of it. I'll read the whole thing in a sitting when the mood strikes me.

#tagged #20 questions for fic writers #long post

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tobysplayground · 4 days

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Story WIP - Jolene

I know John is more than a little out of character, this is a WIP. John had just told (OC) Jolene about becoming Mayor, what happened with Vic and the drifter, and how he feels about it five years later, in which she comforts him in the way she knows best. This scene was just practice, so once again, do give feedback if you want to, I really appreciate it. Enjoy subby Hancock everyone! :3 *cross posted on AO3*

“I didn’t fall in love with you because of who you were five years ago.” Jolene’s hands stroked at his, tracing at the matted skin at the back of his hands so lightly she left warmth and tingles behind. She had found the bundle that she internally labelled as his stars. Pocked, four or five points. Hancock’s stars, “I fell in love with you now. I know exactly who I’m looking at, and it’s a spectacularly kind man who tried something brazen and something utterly crazy because something needed doing, and he ended up being the person people really needed.”

“Flatterer.” John joked, although the laugh was wet and weak in his throat. Jolene managed to smile, moving a hand to his cheek, smearing the tears into dips and curves and crevices that sparkled. It was beautiful.

John Hancock was beautiful.

“I love you. Five years, four years, even yesterday. It doesn’t matter who you were then.” One of her hands holding his, and the other finding adoration for each tear, she moved to kiss his other cheek, wetting her lips with the salt of him, and hoping to warm his skin through her love. John giggled - giggled – and tried to push her away with no force, to which she captured his wrist in her hand, his cheek in her other, holding him in place as she nudged between his legs to keep going. She wanted more of that laughter. Less tears. Less of those blackened eyes looking like a lost puppy, so wet and sad.

As much as Jolene loved his ever-so-dark puppy eyes, she preferred them bright and shiny with a love for life, or hazed out of his mind, looking like everything he was looking for was right in the very palms of his large, scratched up hands. Uniquely, all him.

Uniquely, all his.

She wanted to share all of hers with him, and a part of her wondered where that wonderful feeling had sprouted from. Another part of her wanted to just keep on kissing every part of Hancock available. She agreed with the second part. Jolene’s hand smoothing the raised skin of his cheek slid back to hold just below the ruined shell of his ear gently, her kisses moving to peck at just above the crater of his nose, his forehead, his jaw. Whatever part she could reach easily. It hardly mattered to her. As long as he kept laughing awkwardly, smiling as wide as she adored.

Jolene was hardly aware of his free hand until it stroked up her waist, up her back. Cupping the back of her head, cradling the back of her head, tangling to her red hair, not guiding her. Hancock was just holding her, threading long hair through long nimble fingers mindlessly, shakily. She could feel him breathing, huffing, laughing, one of the three, and the warmth of whichever one it was on her skin, burning like a bonfire.

John made a sound against her. Unsatiated, Jolene heard none of it. Unsatisfied with the amount of adoration she hoped to show him. Jolene no longer dared around him. She hoped and loved him with a heat. A thought came across her as his hand at her hair grew slightly more forceful, pushing her into place at a space below his chin. Another small sound. She felt him blink above her, swallowing. Breathing against her. Just a little force just below his ear made him tilt his head back, sighing as Jolene went for that little space below his chin she couldn’t reach.

Jolene heard him that time. The little hitch of breathing from her darling as she mouthed upon that space of unblemished skin, protected from the perfect strokes of damaged tissue. The warmth surrounded everything. Fogged everything up. She released his hand from her grasp, revelling in how John grasped at her shoulder, wrapping tightly within her shirt. Her hand slid up his thigh, his hip, curling to hold to his narrow waist to pull him to her. At times she hoped like these that were to come, Jolene had never been prouder of her strength as he shifted, chest to hers.

The force applied was too much as they toppled backwards, her darling on his back to the ground, breathing harshly below her. Jolene’s hand planted into the Earth beside his head firmly, never once minding his beloved hat or her hair brushing to the dirt, just how they were chest to chest.

Jolene breathed in. Out.

She pushed herself up reluctantly. She opened her eyes to look upon her love, her person, watching him smile back.

“I love you.” Jolene reminded him quietly.

“After a display like that? I certainly hope you do.” Hancock grinned. His black eyes were half-opened, blinking sleepily or drunkenly back at her. He was breathing hard. His pink tongue wetted his lips. He looked like he wished to say more, but refrained, swallowing it back. Jolene could take a guess at what he wanted; not like she could really see with his eyes. Dark as night, like the ink in a bottle, the bottom of the ocean. Deep and undiscovered. Jolene felt a smile creep up.

She leaned down to her darling’s ear, whispering hotly, softly, into what remained of his ear. She noticed a shine to his earlobe, an earring she hadn’t noticed before. Jolene pecked at his ear before rising, watching, waiting, noting how nestled she was between his legs, how his breathing hurried even faster. She noticed the warmth of his skin rising bluntly, the colour shading itself a minute shade darker, as she moved a hand to stroke at his waist gingerly, waiting.

Waiting every so patiently for her darling to…

“Joey? Please… kiss me? Please?” Hancock stammered awkwardly, swallowing. She couldn’t see exactly where he was looking, but she knew. And since he had asked so nicely…

Jolene leaned down, hand petting at his cheek again and pawing at his waistline and honestly? It was her pleasure.

“By god, I love you.” He mumbled, wrapping a palm around her shoulders, the back of her neck, melting into the attention. The love. The devotion. All the things he felt he never deserved, and all the same things Jolene refused to let him leave here without knowing she had for him. Her hand grasped his, he squeezed. She was close enough to feel his hot breath on her mouth, moving to shift a knee to settle on the outside of his leg, straddling a thick thigh for his comfort. Jolene didn’t near any closer.

Just breathed so close he felt her. She felt him. Hancock whined, throwing his head back, knowing what she was doing all the sudden and he didn’t understand why now. Why now did Jolene have to grow a sense of humour watching others squirm?

“Joey, please…” John whined loudly, huffing irritably with all the mirth and laughter in the world, “Please, please, just kiss me. Plea-!”

And she did. Mouth to his, she loved how his voice gave out mid-word and he sighed into her mouth, and she hummed happily. John’s hand pulled at her neck, drawing her closer. Like every other part of what made him, she really loved his mouth. Quick-witted, silver-tongued, easily tongue-tied and flustered when caught off-guard. He tasted of what he loved, like citrus and smoke, so deliciously breathless that Jolene was more than happy to share her breath with him. He moaned into their mouths ecstatically; Jolene stretched upwards to pin his hand in hers above his head. His hand slipped from her neck to between her shoulder blades. She fought a shiver of sharp delight. Her hand at his waist crawled upwards to paw at his chest, clawing his flesh through the thick coat hiding him away…

#john hancock #x reader #idiots in love #john hancock x reader #fallout #fallout 4 #ghoulfucker lmao #subby men

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maccreadysbaby · 2 years

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My Masterlist ♡

frequently updated :)

don’t worry, all posts are SFW!

★ - female!reader

☆ - male!reader

♣︎ - unspecified (readers choice)

I don’t write NSFW or pining canon characters. anything else is up for grabs!

Who I write for!

Fo4

all companions ( minus old longfellow, strong, ada, automotron, and dogmeat )

drummer boy

heather casdin

travis miles

Fo3

butch deloria

Destiny

the crow / uldren sov

Starfield

sam coe

heller

DC (Batfam, mostly)

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne (underaged)

Marvel

peter parker (andrew or tom versions)

quicksilver (evan peters or aaron johnson version)

scott & alex summers (tye and lucas versions)

kurt wagner (kodi smit-mcphee version)

———❖———

warning, bunches of content below cut

Deacon ↴

MacCready ↴

deacon & maccready masterlist

Hancock ↴

monster ★ (hancock compares himself to other companions) (TW: vague mentions of suicide)

a messy list of hancock headcanons

Preston ↴

a messy list of preston headcanons

Gage ↴

a messy list of gage headcanons

a messy list of (angsty) gage headcanons

Danse ↴

a messy list of danse headcanons

a messy list of (angsty) danse headcanons

just a hobby of mine (danse finds deacon half dead)

danse’s arc (a rant)

The Big Leagues™︎ ↴

( non-canon stories about the pasts of fo4 companions )

( all parts can be found under the tag #mb; big leagues )

big leagues masterlist

Companions React ↴

how easy it is to make the companions cry

soft forms of affection the male companions enjoy

nicknames romanced male fo4 companions would call their so

cait, preston and danse react to receiving a hand-made gift

who male fo4 companions would be in a high school au

my personal ranking of fo4 companions

modern job aus (male)

oc ideas!

deacon, mac, and x6 react to sole kissing them ♣︎

companions react to hugs

male companions when they’re sick

ranking male companions (+ arcade and butch) taking care of an injured sole/lone/six

male companions as phobias

male companions in hallucigen inc

male companions as colors

Side Characters ↴

a messy list of carrington headcanons

kent connolly as a companion

crushing drummer boy ♣︎

dating drummer boy ♣︎

Butch DeLoria ↴

nosebleed? ★ (butch’s mother dies and lone comforts him)

butch reacts to positive physical touch

butch reacts to being shouted at post-vault

Batfam ↴

Joker Jr. (tim has a nightmare he can’t get out of, but luckily, jason’s strangely good at grounding people)

OC x Canon Character Asks ↴

question list

tommy x maccready (12, 18, 20)

tommy x maccready (22, 30, 33)

birdie x deacon (46, 50)

henley x butch (44, 24, 11)

Before Us™︎ ↴

( maccready x fem!oc )

( all parts can be found under the tag #mb; before us )

before us masterlist

Character Bingos / Games ↴

preston bingo

maccready bingo

deacon bingo

danse bingo

cait bingo

gage bingo

X6-88 bingo

piper bingo

oc sheet

fic recs!

Headcanons ↴

deacon’s sunglasses

deacon’s face

deacon & danse

hancock & deacon

hancock & deacon (elaborated)

cait & kent

maccready is scared of storms

The Crow / Uldren Sov ↴

wayfaring stranger ★ (a female guardian sings crow to sleep — request based on the canon quote “if the fallen captured me, who would sing crow to sleep?”)

little guardian ♣︎ (the guardian helps reassure crow after he fails the severance — request based on the canon quote “a lot of attitude for somebody who broke down crying last time we were here.”)

memories ♣︎ (crow makes the mistake of going to the tower on the anniversary of cayde’s death)

Destiny 2 ↴

guardian res headcanon

guardian memory headcanon

guardian ship poll

solar sickness lore idea

the aesthetics of the subclasses

solar sickness lore idea (extra info)

Crash and Burn™︎ ↴

( preston garvey x fem!oc )

( all parts can be found under the tag #mb; crash and burn )

crash and burn masterlist

My OCs ↴

introducing tommy

cabot house oc (sneak peek)

voltron oc

Art! ↴

( all found under the tag #maccreadysbaby draws )

whittaker & eli (courier six)

pidge & matt (voltron)

strand (destiny 2 subclass)

cute guy with blue hair (random art)

minecraft allay as a human (drawing challenge)

random oc headshot

damian wayne/robin

Hesh Walker ↴

i don’t want to die without him ★ (hesh is dying and he doesn’t wanna go without logan) (this is part of a double whammy post with a soap mactavish x reader at the end. ignore it or read it, too!) (TW: injury, blood & gore)

Logan Walker ↴

logan x single mother!reader masterlist

Soap MacTavish ↴

feelings police ★ (soap is a mess after ghost gets hurt and the feelings police is actually there to help)

deacon’s protégé ★ (soap makes a nerdy recruit blush) (this is on a double whammy post with a hesh x reader at the beginning. scroll until you see the bright blue deacon’s protege title.)

we’re okay ★ (soap has a breakdown after a long hard mission)

annoyance ★ (soap and a medic get in a fight that ends in something more surprising than anger) (fluffy !)

Writing Tips! ↴

writing tip masterlist

A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne (book one) ↴

( batfamily + oc insert )

a hundred days to become a wayne masterlist

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne (book two) ↴

a hundred ways to become a wayne masterlist

Ezra to the End of the Earth (and Back Again)

( original work about a child who finds out he can travel through alternate dimensions by accidentally traveling to one — and getting stuck )

ezra to the end of the earth masterlist

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klonoadreams · 8 months

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I'll be honest, you have so many characters that I forgot about Mako.

Which makes me feel bad because I even remember Brie, though it may as well be because I adore the little fairy troll, or Akari, the spooky feral.

Even Andou, the demonic cat.

Damn, I met your fanfic because of Choko, and i can remember her!

I don't blame you tbh, since Mako's been the one I've talked about the least compared to everyone else.

I've neglected my sharky daughter, but no more. One Piece Live Action grabbed me by the throat, with the way it went.

But also the music is SO good, that it effectively gave me more ideas.

Especially in regard's to Mako's mama, since she was always meant to be from Amazon Lily, but more to it, she was part of the Kuja Pirates - more specifically, their navigator. She was part of Boa Hancock's group when they got sold and stuff.

Currently going through stuff and I made a big mistake of sorts and by that, i did the math wrong. Mako is actually 15 going on 16 by the start of the main story, shortly after Luffy leaves since he leaves as soon as he is 17, and his birthday is in May. Mako is a June baby, so what up, theres a year difference in actuality so i gotta change stuff up lmaooo.

Anyways expect me to start going through Gone Fishing as soon as i catch up to one piece, I last left off at the start of Wano lmaooo.

Anyways glad you know my other si ocs!! Let's give it up again for Mako woooo

#ask #mmyrve #one piece #one piece (oc)#mako (oc)#gone fishing (fanfic)#i am excited

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sassenashsworld · 1 year

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Officially the Death Shroud hashtag follower just now...

MaJ 2024-03-20 04:38 (UTC -5:00 Est Canada US)

I use #Incorrect Fallout 4 quotes, #nora is silver, #sassenash writing and #sassenash drawing

Patreon : Sassenash's World

Follow Silver on AO3 : The Path of the Private (will be subject at a rewriting)

Follow Silver and her friend Jasmine of the Commonwealth on Ao3 : The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth (WARNING!!! Dead dove!!!)

Silver Flow : Silver Flow is named after Nora, who is comparable to a river. This river runs through the Commonwealth, cleaning everything in its course, doing good and bad. Sometimes (often) things go wrong. But she has a nice heart and wants to help the others... it's just that she's a little idiot (Nick says so)

Nick Valentine follows her around, never letting go of her to make sure she doesn't make too many mistakes. It's not her fault that her foolishness is the only way she's been able to cope... everything.

And the companions often encourage her (Hancock) (but Deacon also because Nora's blunders make him laugh so much and laugh does good) (and even Mac... even if he has a minor problem when he realizes he has feelings for Nora) (but not as major as when Danse realizes he has feelings for Nora) (And Piper laughs as she sees them all behaving like fools...) (And Preston appears to be a Papa Bear who has to keep an eye on his troop... but Preston is the first who falls in love with Nora... and Sturges doesn't let him get away with it)

Anyway, shenanigans guarantee

Incorrect Fallout 4 quotes (#incorrect fallout 4 quotes)

Reblog (because I DO love Fallout)

Drawing (poor I know) (#sassenash drawing)

Writing (#sassenash writing)

Some others shenanigans about my kids mostly (#personal)

Death Shroud! (#death shroud)

I try to make something easier to follow... but I think I'm massively a chaotic person...

Texte Index

Introduction Who Is Silver? Where she come from? (other then an OC from Fallout 4)

Silence is Silver

Silence is Silver first things first

All OC : OC Description

Shorts storys and parts from the main story

Nick meet Silver

Go get her

Please don't stop the music

Story from the bar – Preston and Sturges

Story from the bar - Hancock

Hire Hancock as a companion

Hancock is a dick

Silver make Nick flip

Don't insult my Valentine

First skirmish between Nick and Nora

Second skirmish between Nick and Nora

Silver haves priorities

Nora's Diary – 01

Nora's Diary – 02

An unexpected meeting

And I have a Sturges

Silver and Danse relationship

Nightmare

How to cure an an anxiety attack (French version)

Dunno if it's or not on the main story

The Beginning

A Chest Game

Shorts storys and parts out of the main story

This shit guides us

The wolf in the fold

Hairdressing competition

Veux-tu être mon Valentin?

Do you want to be my Valentine?

The game begins : a buntch of drunk male

The Game - MacCready

The Game - Deacon

The Game - Danse

The Game - Preston

The Game – Nick Valentine

The Game – Hancock

A maybe long journey (PRE Infinite possibilities)

Infinite possibilities Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

The echo of a past

The Deacon's Festitivies

Pre Deacon’s festivities : 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8

Happy Deacon’s fool day (the deacon festivities part 1)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 01

A salty surprise (the deacon festivities part 3)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 02

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 03

A giant chicken (the deacon’s festivities part 4)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 04

Is there anyone home? (the deacon’s festivities part 5)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 05

Robot and Oil (the deacon’s festivities part 6)

Spice my day (the deacon’s festivities part 7)

Incorrect deacon’s festivities 06

The sun had long set (the deacon’s festivities final)

WARNING! NO HAPPY ENDING STORY! SENSIBLE SOUL AVOID!!

Living Dead part 1/3

Living Dead part 2/3

Living Dead part 3/3

WARNING ! 18+ CONTENT! SEXUAL CONTENT!

Danse have to dance

#fallout 4 fanfic #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #nora is silver #mostly valentine #just my writing #sassenash writing #nora fo4 #nora fallout 4 #nick valentine #deacon #hancock #maccready #preston garvey #paladin danse

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fuzzydreamin · 1 year

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16,17,22 !!

16. If you could have any three companions travelling with you, who would it be?

I'd swap it up all the time, do certain quests with the group I feel is most fitting, or put them together for a bit to see how they all act with each other (forcing them into the getalong shirt).

But if it's jsut three... Preston, Nick, and either Hancock or Gage. See bellow for reasons.

17. Which companions do you romance?

All of them so they stop bothering me, and cause I can.

Really though, I go after Preston, Nick (mod), Hancock, and Gage the most. I love them.

Shout out to Mac and Danse, you my boys too.

Yes, my Nora is massively poly. The game allows it so I use it.

22. Do you like your player to have a voice or not?

Yes actually! Maybe it's because I am much more invested in the story and lore of the game than just sandboxing around, but I do really enjoy playing the default character, and I love the female voice! It is a little weirder during the times I do decide to create an OC or something, but I just... ignore it then. Focus more on the option that character would pick and how I think they would say it, over how it's said in the game.

Courtenay Taylor did such a good job voicing Nora. There's rarely a moment where I don't enjoy the tone and inflection put into it. She's very emotive!

I really really really want someone to release the original Vault 111 audio - apparently she was crying the whole day after because of how emotional it was! It's such a shame they cut it just to make the intro go faster.

#fuzzy.post

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softlyapocalytpic · 1 year

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Embodiment of love

@pchberrytea tagged me!! And then my partner had to help me take it because I couldn't figure out how to do it well??? Its fun and cool they just do uquiz better.

I tag @maxiseden since I think this would be fun for your blorbos and @plasma-packin-mama cuz I love Delilah & Arcade and would love to see what they get!! And! Copying Tea here, if you want an excuse to be tagged for this then CONGRATS. It's you. You've been tagged. You're it.

Also, I guess some spoilers for pairings for my characters...?

💕 RULES: Take this quiz for your OC/ship.

Without further ado:

Amy/Butch

[ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

Man this one HURTS. It hurts in the long term, and it hurts in the short term. They communicate terribly, they understand each other better than most people understand them, they argue a lot and also are the bestest friend the other has ever had. I've said this for a while, but if things had panned out differently these two would've been best friends all the way back in the vault. And this invokes all that for me, but also. In context of where they end up by the end of the story... It hurts so so so bad. They never stop choosing each other even long long after.

They're always touching each other, holding each other, putting their hands on the other. A punch, a hug, holding each other's face. Hands holding, Butch arm around Amy's shoulder, Amy always ready and willing to hold Butch when he needs it. The world is shitty, but they're together.

Sunshine/Half Pint

[ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

So if Butch/Amy hollowed me out, this one knocks me in the teeth and guts me. YES. YES. THIS IS THEM. These courier dorks will follow each other to the very ends of earth, to hell and back again, will be by each other's side till the very end and beyond. They die by each other's side. Literally. It doesn't matter what happens this two are soulmates eternally devoted to each other.

They are "I love you in this life and when I'm someone else entirely" and "I love you when you burn down the world", "I love you when you're a monster", "we're monsters together".

Leo/MacCready/Hancock

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

crying, actually crying

This is the boys. This is the boys all the way. They're all so fucked up and hurt and love each other so much, and yeah they're TENDER. When I think of Leo/Hancock it's such gentle touches and adoring looks and holding each other gently. It's softly spoken words. It's staring into each others eyes. Mac/Leo is sharing the weight of a trauma, it's defending the other to the other, it's giggles and warmth by the fire as they help the other unwind. Hancock/Mac is camaraderie. It's being debaucherous fools who wind up holding each other. It's having their arms wrapped around each other and laughing.

Hopefully there will be a pt.2 with more members of the quartet (Sunshine/Half Pint/Deacon/Danse) (ik ik ik trust me it WILL work even if I forget why sometimes) (we've gone to crackship hell and we WILL radicalize Danse). Maybe for Mae/Takeshi? Maybe for Mae and someone else? A lot maybes.

#ship tag #sunpint #butch/amy #Leo/Mac/Hancock

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commonwealthcass · 2 years

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Hi, I just wanted to say that your comics means so much to me.

I was a bit late to the Fallout fandom so I found your page a bit late, but I remember sometimes rereading your comic whenever I had artist/writers block (I still do it sometimes). I've read it so many times, I can picture it in my head almost word for word. Cassidy inspired my 1st Fallout OC, Sydney, who is now apart of a whole story that I've been writing for 2 years (featuring my Fo3 and FNV OCs). When I'm frustrated with my art, I'll almost always look back at yours for reference. I'm actually planning on going to film school.

Fallout has been a huge part of my life and is very important to me, and your comic is something that I'll remember forever because it has brought me joy so many times. No matter how upset I am, reading about Cass and Hancock and all the others always brings a smile to my face.

Thank you.

That's awesome to hear that you've had Sydney and your own stories going for the past 2 years! I'm sure you've come a long way and developed your characters lots and hopefully its also good practice for film school? I think it's at the very least good writing exercise and analyzing character motivations and how you can show development overtime and their dynamics with others?

It means a lot that my comics can make you smile and that you can look back at them fondly ^^ definitely makes me happy to know that the comic I had fun with years ago can help you out in some way. I think the fact that you're planning for film school's exciting so here's to being a part of those stories we see down the line <3

#anon ask

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spookysinner45 · 1 year

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5 and 8 for Courtney from the agents of DIO ask game please!

Eeee thank you for asking Taha! 💙💙💙

05.) Does your OC have a significant fight (or multiple) against the Crusaders? Do they team up with any other agents or us it solo thing? Alternatively, if your OC isn't a fighter, do they have a significant role to make up for it?

So being as Courtney's only experience fighting would her story escaping from her stalker Hugh Hancock that takes place around maybe 1986? So that would be her intro into fighting however I doubt that would prove that she can be like her partners and go out of the country to fight the Crusaders. Plus in order for Part 06 to happen to go along her children Kurt and Francis would have been born respectfully 1987 and 1988 so good chance she'll stay in the manor. I always visualized her being after Terence and Vanilla Ice as like a last resort, she faces off with Jotaro, Kakyoin and Joseph after finding Nukesaku or kills Polnareff depending on what timeline we're in lol /j/lh

She hides her identity and attacks at the entrance/where that place was where they found Kenny G. but gets foiled after being pulled off the railing to the second floor and goes tumbling down. Joseph recognizes who she is working with her grandmother Clarissa and what she could do after her mask gets lifted, but before anything could happen they hear children crying which distracts them enough for Courtney to book it towards them. Jotaro in Jotaro fashion chase after her only to find her trying to calm them down and maybe slight sympathy gets felt where he doesn't bother her and meets up with the rest.... Bad call Jotaro as the last we actually see of her in Part 3 would be in similar fashion giving her energy to DIO like her great-great grandmother Florence. However not enough to kill her, he weakens her but not enough as he tells her to take her children and escape.

08.) Does your OC survive their part? If so, what do they do afterwards? Do they reappear at all? If they don't survive, where and how does their story end?

Courtney does! After DIO's defeat, she's found by the Speedwagon Foundation where she is completely unwilling to help them out. Even when she meets her grandmother for the first time ever she's still hella hella pissed about her friends and partners so any part where she's near Jotaro or Clarissa like Part 04 and 06, complete personality change. She tries to live a private life in America with Midler, who she found and happily let her live with her and her sons. Do they get together? Well kinda, but not kinda as Courtney is still seen mourning Soul and Dan in Part 04 so Midler acts as a support system... Then they woke up and decided, okay yeah we've lived together for 9 years, we're together haha. Courtney doesn't die until Part 06, both of her sons are adults and in prison because they're exactly like their dads and she's waiting until the very last day to post bail as she's pissed that their both of them are purposely trying to make the others life as miserable as they can. Francis literally paid to be in that prison so he could fuck with Kurt, what a jerk! Anyways Courtney accidentally gets caught in between one their fights as minor villain with a stand power of controlling walls to make them close, crushimg her being in the wrong place in the wrong time. Both brothers find out and it's kinda considered the end of the Part as Francis realizes he went to far and Kurt is put in the maximum security ward due to an altercation where he meets Jolyne. Not before finally seeing his parents reunite in the afterlife 💙

#agents of dio tag game #oc tag game #jjba #stardust crusaders #jojo part 3 #stone ocean #jojo part 6 #jjba part 3 #jjba part 4 #jojo's bizarre adventure #courtney love jjba #courtney love jojo #💜#eee i really hope this doesnt come of rambly i felt like it kinda did #but damn they have so much info sometimes i dont know how to post #so it comes off at random haha #also bi Courtney it could happen #shes more i will fall in love with anyone whos nice to me 🤣

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zonaenthusiast · 1 year

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One Piece 100 Days Challenge!

Day 95: To support RoleplayRevived, make an oc.

I don’t know what that is and I don’t play rol so I’m going to talk about whatever I want and that would be the ocs I created for the One Piece fanfics I never wrote (except for some scenes I never published)! Yay!

In the question about writing a short story I mentioned (in Spanish) that, back in 2014/2015, I created three ocs that were going to be the protagonists of three fics, each one with a One Piece guy (the guys in question: Zoro, Kidd and Law) and those fics were going to be connected to each other. My horrible imagination was never able to create a plot as such and those fics were never written.

But my ocs are my kids and they have personalities and, although the main characters are three, I actually have three other secondary ocs. The idea of my fics being connected came because these six ocs are related to each other in various ways. They also have in common that, in one way or another, they are all a menace.

My first oc, the one that opened the door to this madness, is Shina. Of course, her partner is Zoro:

She is 21 years old (she was born the same day and year as Zoro), her height is 165 centimeters, her zodiac sign is scorpio and her mtbi is INFP.

She was a marine, not anymore.

The only father figure she has ever had in her life who has behaved like one is Mihawk, her biological father was a piece of shit.

She officially met Zoro the day both turned 13.

She has had some sort of intimate relationship with three of my other ocs. I will not say with whom, just in case.

She is extremely observant and intuitive, more so than Zoro himself because she is not an idiot and really understands human emotions, and you can't hide practically anything from her.

The second oc I created was Fuu and her partner is Kidd:

She is 24 years old (one year older than Kidd), her birthday is August 5th (she is a leo), her height is 175 centimeters and her mtbi is ESTP.

She is the child of marines but her biological parents died when she was just a baby, she doesn’t remember them at all. She was raised by pretty much the entire Marineford, where she was born, but the main parental figures for her are Sengoku and Tsuru.

She ran away from Marineford when she was 15.

She met Shina when she was 20 and Shina was 17 and she met Kidd when she was 21 and he was 20 (this was before we knew of Kidd’s past so now the past I created for them doesn’t make sense, oh well).

Unfortunately for everybody, she will keep doing whatever she wants. But, while I say this because this woman will not listen to or take orders from anything or anyone, she is incredibly good and loyal to the people she loves and it is not in your best interest to have her against you because she can be The Menace.

My third and final protagonist is Hoshi and her partner is Law:

She is 27 years old (one year older than Law), her birthday is June 1st (she is a gemini), her height is 181 centimeters and her mbti is ISTJ.

Both her parents are alive (shocking, I know) but she hates her father with a passion because /reasons/ and she hasn’t seen him in years. Her parents were never a couple and she considers her stepfather as the only father figure she’s ever had.

She was born in Mariejoa. No, I will not elaborate any further.

She met Fuu when she was 11 and Fuu was 8, she met Shina when she was 24 and Shina was 18; and she met Law when she was 25 and he was 24.

She is one of the most beautiful people most people who have had the pleasure of meeting her have ever seen in their entire lives. Like... Hancock/Hiyori kind of beautiful. Her biological father and one of her brothers are this level of gorgeous too (if you know who Red Velvet are, she gives off the same aura as Irene. Although, if she were real, I imagine her more like Jisoo from Blackpink). She is also incredibly intelligent and the glasses are there because she can't see shit without them.

My other ocs are Satoru, Ryu (both are Hoshi’s brothers and they both have the same age, 24 years old, but they are not related to each other: Satoru is her brother on her father’s side and Ryu is her brother on her mother’s side) and Suoh (he is the main villain of the first fic I came up with, the one with Shina as protagonist and he actually has heterocromy, one of his eyes is dark blue and the other one is light brown but this picrew didn’t let me choose the color separately).

So here they are, my main ocs. I have more, but these are the ones who had more relevant roles in those fics that never were.

Picrew used: this one for the girls and this one for the boys.

#one piece #100 days challenge #day 95 #oc

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scalpelandrose · 2 years

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A/N: This takes place in the Ancient China AU with ties to the 3 Kingdoms/Warring states period that also features art from other artists aside from myself too, so feel free to check them out too! Throughout, you’ll find references to notable locations, events, & figures of the time integrated within the fictional story weaved inbetween. I also included a map with a few pointers of mentioned locations below, if anyone is curious in following the geography of events. Also, @jazminetoad & @norei02’s OCs are included in this story, so I hope it’s to your liking. (I also had Chinese names for everyone, but kept the original names so there’s no confusion).

WC: 4.7K

Warnings: None

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War Room

“Zhou Yu of the Wu are most likely racing against the Shu in order to capture Xiangyang, Nanjun, and Jiangling, which most likely will cause a rift in their alliance against us. Most likely, they will find themselves at odds at Nanjun closer to Wu territory, as Liu Bei is aggressively pressing towards control for the Jing Province, now that they have an opportunity,” Michelle explained to the gathered officers.

“Which means for now, we’ll be focusing on strengthening our influence in the North, so once their alliance falls there will be no issue sweeping in to take back lost territories or offer a proposition too great to the Wu, so that they have no choice but to ally with us, provided that there are already animonisities in their ranks regarding their current alliance,” Law supplemented, concluding the agenda for the day’s war council.

“So it’s only a game of patience, now,” Vincent noted, observing the current situation on the map, “We already have fair control of the Yellow River, so it’s all about securing it.”

“Exactly.” Law affirmed, briefly fixing his attention on Tong Pass.

All officers were ready to return to their respective departments to deliberate how to allocate resources and their next maneuvers, until Cao Cao called to them and declared that everyone would have the day off for the Mid-Autumn Lunar Festival, for their hard work. However, everyone knew the other purpose was to bring up morale since the incident of Chi Bi.

“I expect that you all enjoy yourselves, or else I’ll have to create a written edict,” he commanded in muted good humor.

Women’s Chambers

Ikkaku giddily enters the lounge of Michelle’s connecting room, excited to see her comrades donned in non-military wear, only to see the tactician and Jazmine still in their formal clothes to her dismay, “Really now, you two?”

“I don’t see why I can’t just go in what I’m wearing now,” Michelle points out, “It’s fairly noble and lets me move around easily.” She looks at Jazmine for backing, who nods in agreement.

Ikkaku deadpans, beginning to rummage through the tactician’s clothing chest, “Typically, I would let you do whatever you want, but we just got an entire day off during one of the most romantic celebrations of the year, so it’s my job as a sworn sister and wingwoman to make you irresistible to your fiance.”

“Heh, this is Law we’re talking about. Michelle can wear a rice sack and he’ll still think she’s one of the 4 Dan Beauties of the country,” Jazmine commented, popping a chestnut into her mouth.

“Don’t say that too loudly or he may actually want to try that out,” Ikkaku jokes, catching a chestnut the lieutenant colonel tossed at her.

“That won’t be much of a problem for me, since I can sew the rice sack into an underdress, when I want to surprise him,” Michelle laughed, covering the lower half of her face being aware that she was blushing, “But I believe I instill more fear than infatuation compared to Hancock, who actually is a Dan Beauty and does both.”

“I don’t think that’s much of a problem, since everyone sees how he gets a certain smug look whenever you start being decisive or intimidating,” Jazmine pointed out.

The women break into laughter, until Ikkaku exclaims, “Oh? I never saw you wear these bu yao pins before, jiejie! When did you get them?”, holding up two stately matching white lily ornaments with an emerald center and tanzanite tassels, giving them to Michelle.

A note of tenderness overtakes the tactician’s eyes, recounting her surprise excursion with Law early on their acquaintance. “Remember the first banquet we had at the Duke’s manor and I arrived with no makeup and only this ribbon in my hair? To me it was my greatest treasure, since it was the only ‘ornament’ I owned at the time. Though, certain ladies thought I ruined the aesthetic of the occasion,” Michelle reminisced with a chuckle.

“I remember, and they all stopped talking when Jaz also showed up with no makeup and discovered you two were among the promoted officers,” Ikkaku laughed.

“Not to mention some of them were dismissed when they tried too hard to impress the men and wound up spilling hot tea on Vincent, so he demanded they leave for unruly behavior,” Jazmine added.

“I don’t think they counted on him officially declaring himself as my adoptive father that night, either,” Michelle shook her head in good humor before continuing, “Most first impression rumors were fairly resolved after that, but I think Law didn’t want for me to be in a position where I am snubbed in court for something petty as that again, so the day after, he asked me to survey the supply house in town together. To my surprise, we wound up visiting a stall specializing in crafting hair ornaments. It was a bit daunting at first seeing so many beautiful things in one place and although I insisted it wasn’t necessary, he still went out of his way to observe what I liked and bought these for me when he saw how absorbed I was by their design. When he put them in my hair to try on, that was the second time my heart raced for him—the first being when I saw him charging with his horse at He Dong.”

The other two gush at the recollection, with Ikkaku visibly squealing.

“More reason for you to wear the ornaments now,” Jazmine gave a small smile, “You know, it is a rare opportunity that we get a break like this, so I guess I’ll dress up a bit too.”

Finishing up with their conversation, the women began getting ready, with Ikkaku doing her hair, as she was already dressed, Michelle selecting a blue robe with dragon motifs symbolizing her birth zodiac that would match the ethereal night, while Jazmine decided on a deep forest green robe that complimented the foliage around.

A sudden rapping interrupts them, and Michelle pauses a moment from tying her officer badge to her belt to greet the servant at the door, before returning with a lacquer box.

“Hm, I can smell the fragrance of jasmine from here,” Ikkaku notes with a knowing smile spreading across her face.

“You know what that means,” Michelle mirrors the expression, as they both turn their attention to Jazmine, who starts to sweat a bit.

“Uh…Rosinante sent something?” she answered tentatively, seeing how Michelle eased the box into her hands with an amused smirk.

“I don’t think you have to ask,” Ikkaku snickered.

When the lieutenant colonel opened the parcel, she was met with an exquisite green tourmaline fa zan pin with a jasmine flower carved out of white jade in the center. A barely noticeable blush dusts her face, as she examines the gold base of the pin, noting wolf carvings that were clearly handmade.

“Is the servant still there?”

“Yes,” a small voice from outside the door answered.

“Tell Rosinante thanks,” she instructed, in a loss for words at the generous gift.

“Of course, my lady,” their shadow bowed from the outside, before making their way to where the men were waiting.

“It seems today will be very interesting for the both of you!” Ikkaku cheers.

Shortly after, they made their way to the entrance, where Law and Rosinante were waiting and catching sight of their respective love interests rendered them breathless, especially upon recognizing their gifted pins in Michelle and Jazmine’s hair. The women were equally enchanted, seeing the men in less formal clothing, with Law wearing his hair down donned in grand black and gold garbs and Rosinante in white and ashen black, with a pale red outer layer.

“Shachi already went to the west stables, if you are looking for him, Ikkaku,” Law informs, without his eyes leaving his fiancee.

Ikkaku nods, nudging both Michelle and Jazmine communicating, ‘Good luck,’ before taking off with a wave in her excitement to visit her home village after months of absence.

The dual pairs proceeded to mount their horses, with Michelle deciding to ride with Law on his jet black steed to give her own a rest, while Jazmine would ride beside Rosinante on her gracious white horse for when she is in town.

“You’re wearing the pin,” Rosinante smiled.

“Of course. I mean—it looked like such an expensive gift. You didn’t have to, you know…” Jazmine trailed off, slightly blushing that he felt a little closer than usual when he reached over to subtly brush his hand against the tassels.

“But I wanted to,” Rosinante warmly replied.

Meanwhile, Law could not help but take Michelle’s hand in his to give it a tender caress, finding nostalgia in her hair ornaments, as in times of separation, she would entrust one piece of the pair for a keepsake of remembrance. But now that everyone was together, she was able to wear both. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, not sure how to convey how lucky he felt, but he hoped his tone demonstrated his regard for her

“Only for you,” she whispered in return, allowing him to lead the horse while they enjoyed the autumn breeze brushing against their faces.

Luoyang City Center

The center of Luoyang was alight from every corner, with colorful lanterns hanging from every building or yardstick that people hold whilst navigating through the streets, delicious smells wafting from a variety of restaurants and teahouses, and elders telling groups of children the legend of the moon goddess Chang ‘E and the heavenly archer, Hou Yi, who fell from grace, but nevertheless remained devoted to his her after she spirited away to the moon. A theater performance was scheduled to illustrate the legend too in the square, which Michelle noticed with a giggle that Vincent reserved his seats early for, seeing him, Bepo, Jean-Bart, Penguin, and a few fellow officers sitting in the front row with boxes of food for their wait. However, the four wanted to enjoy the festivities a bit before sitting down.

Rosinante urged Jazmine to participate in a dagger throwing game with him, where those who were able to sever the rope suspending paper maiche ducks, would earn themselves a free bowl of barbecue duck noodles. She quietly obliged, severing many ropes, enough times to where they earned four servings each of the dish to the vendor’s shock. However, Rosinante was all smiles and gave her a pat on the back for a job well done, as he was only to fall two paper maiche ducks. Whatever they did not finish, they had packaged for them to distribute to the most deserving soldiers they had in their squadron. Along the way, the two also purchased lanterns that hung from a lacquer stick to blend with the festivities and indulged in more games.

Michelle and Law entered a workshop where visitors could paint their own lanterns to release into the sky later that night. Tragically, Law’s first attempt illustrating an ambitious scene of two sparrows sitting on a peach blossom branch dreamily looking upward towards the rabbit in the moon was ruined by an overexcited man banging the table, causing the inkpot to fall over on his lantern to Law’s ire. But with one of the shopkeeper’s and Michelle’s help in quickly cleaning the mess and providing him a fresh lantern, Law thankfully was able to paint a translucent moon shining over golden peonies against pale mountains that can be seen from the city. He thought Michelle’s child-like enthusiasm was adorable, when she proudly presented her finished lantern to him featuring plum blossoms reaching upward to the moon, which acted as a spherical window to the heavens. Both knew their lanterns connoted hopes for their upcoming wedding, but they didn’t need to say anything with that mutual understanding.

After some time, they met up outside a confectionery, where the men purchased elaborately decorated mooncake boxes for them to enjoy later on while watching the floating lanterns. Thinking they should see how the firework preparations were going, they were just about to head up to the city walls, until a large clamouring crowd called to their attention. For some reason, many people were surrounding a certain vendor and thankfully, Rosinante’s height allowed him to recognize a familiar black and red-haired figure.

“It’s Norei!” Michelle exclaimed, thrilled that an old friend somehow found her way to Luoyang.

Norei was infamously known as the “Demon Artist,” being able to illustrate vividly detailed pieces in a swift amount of time. It was rumored that the subject of her paintings may come to life at times from a small chickadee, to beautiful men that she has a preference of illustrating, and even outcomes of events; however, whether there was any truth to that was yet to be known. Currently, she was painting a portrait of someone who requested from her for the festival and many were in awe at watching her work. Once the crowd dwindled, they approached her.

“Norei!” Michelle called out, waving to her friend.

“Michelle!” the artist exclaimed in surprise, but nevertheless, met her friend with enthusiasm.

“It’s so good to see you again since Hefei! What are you doing here?”

“I know!! I’m so happy to see that you’re all safe and sound! Ever since I painted you all at your camp there, I started getting more jobs thanks to your leader, so I was invited to draw Luoyang during the Moon Festival for your records, and here I am! The palanquin they took me in was very luxurious, by the way. Good thing I’m staying here permanently,” she winked with a thumbs-up.

“Let me guess, you are our official painter, now,” Law surmised.

“Exactly,” she nodded, “It’s the opportunity of a lifetime! But really, I’m just happy that there are people who enjoy my art!”

“I know I’m one of them, I actually have the piece that you created with Law and I on me right now,” the tactician laughed, pulling a parchment from inside her robe, depicting her and her fiance planning their next maneuvers for the Battle of Hefei earlier last year, which resulted in a successful ambush and counterattack against a joint Wu and Shu faction effort, eliminating many notable Wu generals:

Art by @/norei_2 on Twitter

“Pfft, why am I not surprised that you keep paintings on you?” Jaz shook her head at her sworn sister, but acknowledged that the image beautifully captured that moment.

“Jazmine-ya, it’s because she carries whole novels with her too. One time she swung too hard at a drunkard trying to grab her and all her poetry and readings fell out at once, hitting the man in succession,” Law related with his lips curling into a grin.

“Applied knowledge is the greatest weapon of all,” Michelle justified in mock offense.

“Oh, so I’m not the only one who carries painting booklets on them too,” Rosinante thought aloud, before pulling out a booklet of him raising Law during his younger years, causing the commander’s face to change into one of befuddlement.

“Cora-san???”

“Michelle, I should show you the few I forgot I had on me next time,” Rosinante told his daughter-in-law to be.

“Now hold on—!” Law began.

Norei could not help but double over in laughter, “Good thing I’ll be around now to see things like this everyday. This actually gives me the idea to make an illustration leaflet, except instead of being released all at once, it’s serialized weekly like the novels! It’s different from painting scrolls that many people do and keeps them anticipating!”

“That’s actually pretty innovative,” Jazmine commented, “Kind of like a story or series in pictures.”

“I would love to see that come to fruition. I think I would be able to get you some support for that from the Ministry of Arts, if you’d like” Michelle offered.

“That ‘d be great!” Norei exclaimed, “But I don’t want to become a burden, so I’ll go there myself in a few days. If I need help with anything, I’ll let you know though!”

“Excuse me Norei. I’m not sure if you heard, but these two are getting engaged,” Rosinante interjected after some thinking, animatedly gesturing at the couple, “Do you think you can paint an engagement portrait for them?”

“Of course!”

“Are you asking on our behalf or yourself? Because I have a feeling that you’re going to pay for a second reproduction to put in the daily almanac or for your booklet chronicling my life,” Law deadpanned.

“She might have to do it twice, since my dad might want one for his wedding tribute,” Michelle sighed, remembering that Vincent wanted to do something grandiose for the nuptials.

Jazmine sweatdropped at the scene, “They’ve been following your relationship like the weekly novel serializations we get every weekend. I wouldn’t be surprised if they wrote down when you met or began courting.”

Rosinante only stayed silent, which was enough answer.

However, given that Norei was hired to illustrate the city and civilians during the festival, the engagement portrait would have to wait until next week, which was not a problem for both parties. They bid adieu to the artist, who continued to paint whatever caught her fancy until a civilian made a request, and headed up to the city walls to see the fireworks set up.

The first performance of the moon goddess legend had ended, so they met Vincent there, instructing workers where different colored mixes should be placed to provide a stunning spectacle for viewers below.

“My daughter, you are a vision! I hope my son-in-law is treating you well?” he joked, with his features brightening, seeing the group.

Michelle nodded with an amused smile, while Law coughed away a blush replying, “I promised that, when I proposed.”

The surrounding villages outside the main city walls seemed like distant lanterns floating outside Luoyang against the darkening sky, like a reminder to the officers that they were fighting to protect the futures of those who were the foundations of their kingdom. It was only fitting that celebrations such as these are held to provide moments for both warriors and civilians to put down the burdens they carried and experience a few joys that life could offer during these turbulent times.

Rosinante crossed over to a tower to light a torch for their fallen comrades and those unfortunately caught in the crossfires of battles, and lit his pipe to smoke in a toast to those who used to smoke with him, but could no longer do so. Vincent just finished lighting the torch on the opposite tower, when explosions snapped him from somber reflections, along with everyone on the battlements. It seemed like on his way back, the usual involuntary fire started on Rosinante’s shoulder and prematurely set off some fireworks in the storage shed.

“Aiya!!” No, no, don’t go off! Don’t go off!” he pleaded, trying to snuff out as many activated fuses as he could, except, he tripped on a cord that tied a few bundles together, lighting nearly every firework in the shed and even setting fire to it.

“Oh no,” the others simultaneously winced, working quickly on locating something to put out Rosinante and the shed, with Vincent calling officers below for any water reinforcements possible. Meanwhile, the lieutenant general was trying to finesse through the explosion zones, groaning when he set the front row of fireworks propped against the front alight as a few workers ran for cover.

“Huh, they’re setting off the fireworks early,” Bepo commented from a bao stall across the other side of the city.

“I know, right? But all that yelling…maybe there’s something going on,” Norei mused, being right behind Bepo in line.

Thankfully, Jazmine found a shed where heavy sandbags were kept and ordered every able worker or soldier to open them up and shovel them on the shed, as Michelle and Law set up the pulley for water. In no time, the flames were put out.

Jazmine took some time to admire the impromptu fireworks show with a small smile, before telling Rosinante to sit down, so she could wipe off the soot and water from his face. “You’re always going to catch on fire no matter how careful you are, huh? At least everyone from the afterlife and earth got an interesting show,” she sighed.

“I can’t tell when it happens, but if it made you smile, maybe it was worth nearly being rocketed off the city,” he justified, in good spirits.

Jazmine averted her gaze, laughing to herself at the irony. She thought she would never smile again after being separated from her brother when they were young, to only reunite and have him missing in combat at the Battle of Chi Bi, where many Wei aligned personnels struggled to escape to the assigned meeting point at Wulin after being thrown in disarray in a naval defeat. Thanks to her comrades and Rosinante, they were able to locate her brother, who fortunately was very much alive, but it still took some time for her to recover from the thought that she might have lost her brother forever, even though she hid that vulnerability under a stone facade. Yet somehow, little by little, Rosinante was able to reach through in small ways.

“I mean it,” he pressed forward, concerned that she was brooding in cynical thoughts again, when for once in a long time, it was the contrary.

“Let’s watch the fireworks for now,” she replied with her smile subtly growing a little more, sitting beside him looking upwards at the sky. She didn’t know how to define their growing closeness, but somewhere along the way, he guided her head to rest against his arm, and there was a little comfort having him near.

Michelle and Law gave each other a knowing look at the two and concluded that since some fireworks have gone off already, they might as well light the remaining ones. So, with Vincent’s signal, workers from different sides of the city walls ignited their flares in orchestrated succession and patterns to give the civilians of Luoyang and those surrounding a magnificent show. Pure awe filled the city as cheers and exclamations filled with wonder and joy reached the ears of those on the battlements, inspiring them to make the celebration as memorable as they could.

The engaged couple took advantage of the jubilation and noise to steal away to Law’s compound after lighting their share of fireworks. As much fun as it was to be in town, there was nowhere better to moonwatch than in a quiet place besides someone you loved most.

“With all the mishaps that happened today, it all worked out well in the end, don’t you think?” Michelle mused, taking a stroll hand-in-hand with her fiance around the courtyard, observing how the clouds rolling in assumed an luminous quality, with moonbeams reflecting off of them.

“We don’t know for sure yet, since the day technically hasn’t ended,” Law replied, feeling an unexplained emotion brew inside of him, observing how she gingerly swaddled the lanterns in her other arm, “But being with you, I don’t have to plan 57 contingencies.”

Michelle laughed, “I’m glad that you trust me so much, Law. But truth be told, that’s because whenever you find yourself in trouble, I’m either in the same boat with you or have 57 contingencies of my own that I’ve been waiting to use.”

“Exactly my point. Having you in my life halves the amount of headaches. There’s more certainty and less what-ifs,” he chuckled in return, leading her to the moongate. He took a moment to let his hold linger, admiring the image of her standing inside the threshold against the backdrop of red plum blossoms and the stone path leading to his gazebo overlooking a small lotus pond. It was almost like leading his bride home, except he was a year early. She, too, felt the part of a married couple and having him lead her by the hand felt as if they were walking into a new world together.

Feeling a little whimsical, she put down the lanterns in front of his bedroom door, removed her shoes and ran into the grass, taking a whiff of the fresh air lined with the sweet scent of plum blossoms, camellias, and roses, and spun around delighting in this strange surge of freedom his home gave her.

Law briefly went inside to fetch a match for the lanterns and prepare a pot of tea to accompany the mooncakes he bought. Catching sight of her twirling and almost dancing with the moonlight made him quietly rejoice at how comfortable she seemed to abandon all formalities and strictness and just be herself at his home.

“Don’t float away from me, now” he jested, sweeping her up mid-spin in reference to the legend, “Or else I’d have to consider declaring war on the skies.”

Michelle could not help but give him her biggest smile, “You know not even the eight winds could make me leave your side. But in the case that happens, I’d attempt to convince the gods to make you immortal with me. If that doesn’t work, I’d gladly be your diplomat and informant there for that theoretical war.”

Chuckling, he bent down to kiss her, gingerly savoring the moonlight on the other’s lips and allowing the heat to naturally build until they had to pull away for air. Since they’ve met, they always had a response for each other, whether in conversation or silence, that at first intrigued each other towards the other’s quick-witted mind, and soon developed into admiration. But it was moments like these, where they can indulge in word play, that were sweetest.

Lanterns soon began taking to the skies, carrying the first few wishes of the city for the moon to read. Lighting up their own lanterns, the couple made their way over to the plum tree, making hopes for the strength to endure and persevere and that their feelings for each other will remain resilient and unchanged, no matter what adverse circumstances they may face now or in the future. Exchanging lanterns to make the meaning full circle, the pair eased them into the sky to join with the others. At that moment, it felt as if the entire world was one.

“I wonder how many may come true, since dreams only meet you halfway unless you believe and act upon them…” Michelle mused, brushing a plum blossom off of Law’s shoulder.

“That’s something we can’t determine, but it's never too late to bring a vision to reality, if it doesn’t work out the first time. Willpower is what it takes,” he answered, walking them to the platform outside his bedroom to share the snacks he prepared.

“And grit,” Michelle added, before lifting her robes to sit down, “What kind of herbal tea did you make this time?”

“It’s he shuo wu. From my notes, it’s beneficial for heart conditions, inflammation, blood circulation, and calms the nervous system,” Law relates. However, knowing that Michelle read books regarding apothecary and herbs in her free time, he decided to allow her to fill in what he left out.

“I see…but he shuo wu is also an aphrodisiac for vitality and fertility, isn’t it?” Michelle arched a brow at him with a touch of minx-like mischief in her tone.

He smirked at her sharpness and toasted their cups, “Perfect observation. But that trait was secondary in my mind when I selected this. I was only thinking about our health.”

“Of course, how could the son of an upright doctor have such intentions as his primary concern?” her lips curled in amused sarcasm, letting the sweet and earthy taste wash over her mouth. It complemented well with the salted egg in the mooncake they shared and amplified the sweetness of the lotus root paste. Michelle offered Law to rest in her lap, so he could have a full view of the sky, yet between the conversation and her fingers running through his hair, their eyes kept straying from the moon and falling on each other.

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“Remember when we were stationed in Xiapi, and there was a night where I was painting on you? I don’t think I was able to finish my design, since we were interrupted,” Michelle recalled, finding herself intoxicated by the way the lights around them illuminated his skin.

“How could I forget?” Law gave an amused sigh, beckoning her down for another kiss to break the growing fragrant tension in the air, “Are you saying you want to paint on my back again?”

“The night is still young and we finally have time to ourselves…” she hummed, playing with his hair, “It’s been awhile since I wielded a brush for art instead of issuing a report.”

Law only grinned, reading the double-entendre in her voice, “Alright, let me get the inks from my study.”

To be continued in Part 2…👇

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OC Name Meanings

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Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OC's name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

Right, so...I have a lot of OC's. Holy crap, did this get long. I'll go by fandom to keep them organized, and listed here are just the main player types, not background characters. And if you want to know more about any of them, they can all be found here.

Fallout 4

Nora Howard (Junkyard 'Verse series): My first SoSu. Nora is the default name and I struggled for a long time to come up with a last name for her. At the time, I thought it would be funny for her to share a name with Todd Howard, and then it stuck.

Valara Thorsgaard (Set to Repeat, Subject to Change): Lamb the Younger gave me the first name and I liked it. Val, for short. The Scandinavian last name was just...I dunno, it felt right?

Honoria Wilcox (No One Knows): 'Honoria' is a version of Nora. Her maiden name was Beaufort, because it was slightly pretentious and so was Honoria's mother. Wilcox was her late husband's name and she was glad to take it.

Eleanor (Nights series): Another Nora variant, no last name.

Joan Whitfield (The Bargain): I wanted something different for this OC since she ends up with Kellogg. (All my Nora variants end up with Hancock.) The first name comes from my extended family, and the last name sounds lawyerish. 😆

Tien Xu (Unexpected): Ahh, the SoSu from my first real AU. She's a Chinese prisoner of war who ended up in the Vault. No real reason for her given name, but 'Tien' was my favorite chemistry professor's last name back when I was in college.

Alice Monroe (Amends to the Dead): My most recent SoSu. From the get go I wanted her to be a badass, because let's face it, you get pretty OP'd with some of those skills in-game. 'Alice' is a nod to Resident Evil. 'Monroe' is just because it sounded good.

Mass Effect Trilogy

Jayne Shepard (Soldier, Spectre, Savior series): It's the default FemShep name, but I changed the spelling. That's really it.

Jehanne Shepard (Some Kind of Resolution): Henna, for short. Jehanne is a phonetic variant of Jane.

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Aya Batra (Little Things): Batra is one of the surnames you can choose when making your Detective, but Aya was my own invention. It's a variation of an old D&D character (Aeo, who in turn is a variation on Io). Someday I want to write more for her.

Dragon Age

(oh boy, here we go)

Da'Fen Carlisle Mayers Lavellan (Until It Squeaks series): Carly, to her friends. My first MGIT. When I created her I wanted her to be a 'just some person' kind of character, so she needed a name that didn't stand out much. Tbh, I don't even like it. I think I was halfway through writing Twist when I decided it was short for Carlisle, which eased my meh a little. Then as time went on in the story, she earned the rest. Abelas was the first to call her 'Da'Fen' because she was the Consort of Fen'Harel, and she was formally adopted into Clan Lavellan after the events of the main game.

Imogen McLean (Wicked Things series): My ex wouldn't let me name Lamb the Younger Imogen when she was born, so I decided I would save it for a character someday. And so I did. 'McLean' because she's of Irish descent, and I knew a girl by that family name when I was a kid.

Eliana Hawke (Wicked Things series): I tend to give my F!Hawkes unique names, I guess. But this one was for the purpose of Imogen getting to call her Elly and Elly getting to call her Genny. It was a deliberate 'the names you use denote intimacy level' kind of thing.

Terisin Mahariel (Wicked Things series): It means 'Flint-like'. I wanted something hefty for the HoF, something that would give the impression of gravity and determination. And then everyone in the fic shortens it to 'Ter'. 🤣

Mira Foret (Driftwood series): This is actually a nickname, her full name is Almira. Her family name on Earth was 'Wood', and upon being transported to Thedas, she changed it to 'Foret', which is the Orlesian version of the word. There is actually a reason she has these names in particular, but that gets into level 40 IRL stuff, so I shan't say.

Carmilla Hawke (Maker Damned Fools): Cara, for short, and only if you have her permission. Back when I first wrote MDF, I had a notion that Leandra wanted to give all her children names beginning with the same letter. "How'd Bethany happen?" Varric asked. Because they didn't know they were having twins and had to come up with a name on the fly and Malcolm had a twisted sense of humor. It makes more sense in the fic. Anyway, she hates the name, and thus goes mostly by Hawke.

Hera Trevelyan (No More My Heart Beats Without You): I just liked it. Didn't even know it was the default name of F!Adaar. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ellisora Lavellan (Flowers For Fen'Harel series): Everyone uses Ellana. It's the default. I don't like defaults (usually) and will twist them around any which way until I find something I do like.

Sa'vir Lavellan (No Strings): It means 'the First Path' or, more precisely for her character, 'the Only Way'. It was both to give some backstory to her and was a nod to her being inspired by The Unending Wake's Vir.

Lahalaan Lavellan (My Blood On Your Hands, Your Teeth In My Skin): Ahh, my poor Laani. She kicked around as an OC for a long time before I finally was able to write something for her. She was always meant to have a longfic, but it never happened. It means 'Like the Foxes', and it suits her as a redhead and a rogue class.

La'Vise Lavellan (Just Like Fire): The title of the fic is the definition of the name. She is my one canon story. I am utterly unsurprised at myself for not finishing it.

Lark Cadash (All the Earth and Air series): Again, default is bleh. Malika > Lika > Lark. Then I leaned into the bird symbolism.

Shae Cadash (Destiny Is Just In the Timing): This is apparently a popular name for a Cadash, lol. In order to set her apart (both in fandom and in my head), it's actually a nickname. Her full name is Shaelgat, meaning 'Unto Shale', and it has Lore(tm). A daughter of every generation is named this, and will be until they find the golem they're named after.

Banal'ras Nydha, the Twice-Born (Hope Is a Fragile Thing): She's actually a MGIT, who was given the name 'the Shadow of Night' by Solas in the Fade before she became corporeal in Thedas. She has a shtick that goes with it, the ability to use Fade cloak even though she isn't a mage otherwise. Ya know, like Cole. Her story and name are part and parcel with each other and mostly because I wanted to make an OC who was Deeply Mysterious(tm) without ever explaining it. The legend-mark comes from the Avvar, among whom she lives at the start of her fic.

(we're almost done)

Virlas Lavellan (I'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife)): Default, bleh. Symbolically fitting name, yay. It means 'the Way That is Given' or something like that. This was a giftfic turned treat for the Solavellan Hell Exchange, and I didn't think too hard about the name other than something that would fit for a post-canon Lavellan.

Rinna Cadash (What Lies Beneath): Another giftfic OC. Dwarven names tend towards being short and this one just felt right.

Eshali'nan Lavellan (A Wolf Named Vengeance): This fic is a modern AU collab with my beloved Angel, and someday we'll finish it, lol. Esha, for short, was another OC that kicked around for a long time like Laani. She has quite a backstory that will likely never get told because frankly, I'm tired of writing DA retellings. Originally she was a Sentinel in Arlathan, who spent most of the intervening years in uthenera like Solas, but woke a generation ago. She lived with the Lavellan clan and was chosen to go to the Conclave. The name means 'Daughter of Vengeance' and was chosen for her at her elevation to Sentinel status.

Great googly moogly, I have too many OC's...

#tagged #oc name meanings #there are...many #enter at your own risk

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