#june needs a softer oc...

[galpalaven]

mm im torn between the assassin and the escaped experiment lskdfjlk

#is anyone surprised? no #perhaps i will toss a different oc in there too #liora is more suited to damon and his Antics anyway fsdjlk chaos woman on par with penny #june needs a softer oc... #kiana plays andromeda six

[happyk44]

Jason has rules that you can't eat anything after 8 p.m., even if someone is going to starve to death, no one should break this rule.

Coral just wanted to have a snack and so she took a cookie and, of course, she doesn't care that the clock says 8:10...

as a result, Jason runs after her and yells that he will fry her, Percy runs after both of them and yells so that Jason doesn't dare touch his sister.

Hazel and Nico just watch tiredly and wait for the opportunity to intervene at the very last moment.

Haha, I don't know about that rule for my concept of Jason. I feel like wolf instinct is making sure everyone eats (Hazel and Nico 100% share this instinct, but more on a grandma level than wolf baby). But I do like the idea that he's a lot looser when it comes to Coral. Like you'd think he'd be more stiff because her nature clashes against his and he'd want to restrain himself more against his instincts. But he doesn't have to - not with her. Because she can handle whatever he throws at her, and he knows that and understands it doesn't bother her (and that trying to lecture her on the right way to do something means nothing to her, especially if a personal rule beholden to Jason and not society as a whole).

So, lol, I'm imagining him calling up Hazel, like, "hey we gotta track down Coral, I need to go batshit insane for ten minutes", and Hazel's just "oh my god I didn't sign up for this shit", and then they find Coral, Coral explicitly and purposely breaks a rule in front of him then handles it easily when he snaps, while Hazel stands back, looking exasperated like her dad when he has to be the older brother, and makes sure they don't murder each other or accidentally hurt someone else.

Because at his core Jason doesn't want to hurt anyone. Sometimes an execution seems like the only proper response, and he doesn't really like that about himself - but in the same breath, he also knows he's one of the few people who won't be affected by it because it's the right thing to do/the law requires it as punishment, so if it becomes the only possible outcome, or something that's voted on, he always volunteers himself to be the one who holds the knife, or syringe, or whatever they use, idk how they'd handle the death penalty. It's a complicated to understand that the way you think is best might be dumb while, at the same time, holding it in such high importance that it baffles you other people don't agree.

(Fun fact: My OC, June, has so much love for the world but her gut instinct is violence every single time, no matter how minor the rule, because of reasons, and this causes her so much internal pain that sometimes I get mad at about it, lol)

I think, unlike June, Jason has more stages in his idea of justice. Teaching people about morals and ethics, showing them the difference between right and wrong, explaining the importance of the rules - these are likely his starting points. It might be that his gut instinct is violence but he's taught himself better ways to start off (which June, unfortunately, is not capable of, due to the way I've structured her story). He's also softer because while he feels the urge to be the leader, he doesn't necessarily want to be. Sometimes he wants collaboration. It can be difficult at times, yes, but that's how Jason is. He wants everyone to be equal. I don't think he has OCPD but I do think he deals with some traits of it, varying in intensity at certain times.

Thalia would be different - in what I remember of canon, she's more volatile, more insistent on being in charge, was immediately promoted to Lieutenant and there's never any indication she was unhappy about that. So, whether she has it or not, maybe OCPD traits are much stronger and prominent in her than in Jason.

She might have a harder time letting go of the reigns, or accepting collaborative efforts than he does. She might have a higher sense of superiority than he does - in part because she's the daughter of Zeus and gets pedestal-ed for it, and in part because any possible OCPD traits push that sense of "I'm right and everyone else is wrong". She might get more anxious when things aren't orderly or perfect, or focus too much on the small things.

Which works out - you know, everyone is different, it wouldn't make sense for them to be the same.

With my Neptune girls, Coral is on the more extreme end of szpd, but Melpomene exists in more of a middle ground, with a higher prevalence for ASPD traits than Coral (I'll go into that in a separate post when I have time, but was thinking about ASPD as a Neptune/Poseidon/Ares thing as well, which, haha, comorbidity among personality disorders is common so why not, and it was fitting Mel's character as I was developing her, so double why not 🤷‍♂️).

But, lol, not to get off track, yeah, I think the idea of Jason using Coral to blow off some steam because she doesn't have the emotional capacity to be bothered by his neurotic tendencies blowing up at her is a good concept. And Percy stumbling into the middle of this with zero awareness because Coral didn't think to say anything about it the last time they talked, seeing Jason chasing his sister around with a whip of lightning, is so funny.

He'd be so confused for a hot second before jumping into action. And then Jason would be yelling at him that she broke a rule (a stupid, silly rule that makes no sense to most people), and now Percy's chasing him yelling about that's a dumb rule, and Coral agrees, which ofc, makes Jason even more upset, and now he's chasing both of them, and Hazel is in the background just fully, "ugh, if I knew being Pluto's child meant I had to deal with this shit, I would've stayed dead. Or asked you to train me yourself instead of sending me to Camp Jupiter" and Nico is nodding along, going, "This is why Dad doesn't talk to his family unless he has to"

It's how they bond as cousins 😂

#daughters of neptune #happy talks pjo #jason grace #hazel levesque #happy's asks #seawavesglideacrossthesand #percy jackson #nico di angelo

[musekicker]

Random Sing drabble with a bunch of ocs. Bryce is my oc, and June and Marcy belong to @halloweennut

The small park was right next to a corner store. A great place to get snacks and slushies after playing at the park. The snacks and slushies was honestly Bryce's favorite part of park outings beside making some sketches in his sketch book.

Bryce was showing Buster one of his new sketches over at one of the park tables when June realized that Marcy was not at her side. She was not at all far of course. Right by the parks water fountain. June saw her and called out for Marcy to come back.

At the sound of her mother calling for her she came running back to her parents side. As she got closer it was clear that the child's overalls pockets were full and were making a jingling noise. 

With the evidence of wet paw prints leading from the fountain and the jingling noise still present, June took a good guess at what was in Marcy's pockets.

"Marcy... where did you get all these coins?" June asked.

She had a feeling she already knew the answer to this question. But still, she must ask.

Marcy grinned big as she reached into her pockets and took out a handful of still damp coins.

"People just throw coins into the water. So I just took them out and put them in my pockets!" Marcy said.

"I see..." June said.

"And now I can get all the gum balls in the gum ball machine now!" Marcy proclaimed.

"Did I hear mention of gumballs?" Bryce asked.

Buster had just came back to the rest of his his family with the Bryce at his side. Naturally Bryce's ears pricked up at the mention of treats. Buster was more concerned by the change in Marcy's hands.

"Where did she-" Buster said.

"The fountain." June explained.

"Oh." Buster said.

June noted the lack of worry on Buster's face. 

"You don't seem to be as worried about this as I am." June said.

"Well... there is a small reason for that." Buster said.

June sighed.

"Buster Moon, what did you do?" June asked.

"I might be guilty of diving for coins in the fountain before." Buster admitted.

"Buster!" June cried.

"Look, I know that wasn't a... great thing, to do. But it was during a time where the theater was in trouble and sometimes every cent counted. I had paid for lunches before with fresh from the fountain coins." Buster said.

June's expression got a bit softer at that.

"I can understand that. Sometimes you do what you have to. Thankfully though, we don't need to do that." June said.

Buster nodded.

"Oh of course. We're not letting Marcy use that change." Buster said.

Marcy did not get the message that she was not to use the money she had taken from the water fountain. She and Bryce were already gone when their parents turned to speak to them. There was no guessing where the kids were. They knew they were at the gumball machine outside the corner store.

They hurried in that direction and yes, as expected, Bryce and Marcy were at the gumball machine and it was too late to stop the dispensing of the gumballs. The kids noticed their parents approach.

"Hi mom, hi dad. Look at all the gumballs we got!" Marcy said.

Buster sighed.

"We were going to say something about not using the change." Buster said.

"Bryce, you knew better." June added in.

Bryce's ears went down just a bit.

"I'm sorry. I heard gumballs and my common sense just was gone." Bryce said.

Marcy meanwhile did not show any sign of being sorry, scooping up more of the gumballs.

"Now I have a lifetimes supply of gumballs!" Marcy proclaimed, the pockets that once held coins now full of gumballs.

There was no putting back the gumballs so the kids did end up keeping them. And a life time supply turned out to be a month worth in all truth.

#sing movie #other people's ocs

[luvjoyed]

┃ romance is boring

summary ━━ wilbur sings a song with a hidden meaning for june.

pairing ━━ cc!wilbur x my oc june

warnings ━━ one curse word, the feeling of seeing someone you love with someone else, anger mentions.

word count ━━ 740

a/n ━━ as the story goes, dream and june are meant for each other. wilbur meets june and starts to love someone who loves someone else. i love their pairing and i plan to write where wilbur and june are actually together or where he has an actual chance with her. the story is a bit messy but i hope it’s clear enough for you to understand this bit of writing.

june sat across from wilbur on his bedroom floor. the original plan had been to bounce ideas off of one another — june’s for her rapidly approaching due date for an english project and wilbur’s being for songs he was writing — but it had ended in the brunet playing songs for the girl he secretly had grown fond for.

he flashed a grin to her as he started up another set of chords on his phone, making sure to get them right. the thing he most definitely did not want to do was embarrass himself in front of her when it was his one and only job to play a few songs. what he wouldn’t mention was that these songs he played and these songs he’d been writing, were all thought of while she swam in the back of his mind.

the red haired female wasn’t familiar with any of the sounds coming from wilbur’s guitar. she watched intently as his fingers fumbled with the strings. he was shaking for a reason she didn’t have a clue about. she reaches to touch his hand with a soft smile. “we can take a break if you need, wil.” the smile was enough to calm him in seconds. with the shake of his head, his gaze is focused back to the melody of the song.

“darling, i’m with saint bernards and we’re scouring the alps and the andes,” he sang quietly, like the words were meant for only her to hear. though they were alone in his apartment, he sang them to her despise the fact of their loneliness. her eyes studied the expression on his face while the words spilled from his heart.

he lifted his eyes to glance to her, “we’re proving to each other that romance is boring,” his voice softened as he smiled sheepishly and a giggle is held back. june shifts into a more comfortable position, making their knees collide in a soft bump. “you’re trying not to be nervous, if you were trying at all,” wilbur messes up on a chord, “fuck– if you were trying at all.”

her lips pull into a grin at the imperfection of the cover. that’s one of her favorite things about wilbur, that he wasn’t perfect and definitely didn’t try to be. he was fully aware of his imperfections and june found that admirable. the song had looped back to the chorus and wilbur’s eyes had landed upon june once more.

he shifts the head of the guitar into her arm, her returning the favor of bumping her knee into his. “you and i, we are nothing alike. i am a pleasure cruise, you have gone out to trawl.” as the chorus came back to close the song, the tone of wilbur’s voice changed. neither of them thought his voice could go softer, and yet it did.

the sound could have been mistaken for singing after he’d just finished crying. “if i was half prepared to…” he paused to fit more of his emotions into the lyrics, “…prove to each other that romance is boring,” he finished off with a sigh. he knew she didn’t get it. she didn’t get that all he wanted was for her to see him in the way she saw someone else.

he found it rather angering actually. it put fire into his soul to know how easily it would be for them to love one another, but she picked him instead. to make matters worse, wilbur didn’t believe in the traditional definition of “romance” either. he wanted something more, something more of his own to share with the person he was with for eternity. he could have that with her, it was evident.

maybe he proved himself right, romance is boring.

june taps wilbur’s knee to pull him for his trance of thought. his brown eyes land to her own and he shakes his head, mumbling out a small apology. “what was the song called?” she quizzes.

“romance is boring.”

she hums, “i know it wasn’t yours.”

he gives her a raised brow, playful grin to his lips. “yeah?”

“i know you, wil. you sang that one better than your own, you don’t take pride in your work.” a glint of sadness passes through her eyes while she stares at him.

little did she know, his heart broke too, but not for the same reason. she cares for him, just not in the same way.

#luvjoyed #wilbur soot #wilbur soot mcyt #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot dsmp #june oc #wilbur soot x oc #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot oneshot #imagine #oneshot #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt fandom

[minbadalee]

Black Necrosis | Teaser

Kim Taehyung, an arts teacher, and Juniper Carna, an orphan, are the reincarnations of the death god in a society that Death has abandoned. In an ancient church, they delve into their abilities to destroy. As time progresses, their experiments get more and more twisted, and eventually, they come to realization that they don’t control death, death controls them. Life takes a twist, the community turns.

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⤷pairing: Taehyung x OC

⤷word count: 405

⤷genre: Dystopian AU / Yandere AU / Immortal/Reincarnation AU / Death God AU

⤷warnings: slight references to sex, mention of drugs

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⤷ story playlist

⤷story masterlist

Her eyes swept over the strings and her fingers traced each nut, screw, upended molding of the ancient thing. The electric guitar was worn matte, buffed by too many fingertips, cool and waiting—a great beast of sound about to be awakened.

“I need to remember,” she whispered, and plunged in without another word, fingers dancing over fingerboard. Once she had started seeing the notes in her mind, when muscle memory had her eyes closing and fingers strumming at those familiar arpeggios, she began.

The piece was sorrowful, it was wild and complex, dancing with darkness and the slight shivery feeling at the bottom of your spine, but also, lovely. It burst with a velvet tread, cyanide and belladonna snaking through veins-then painful, painful, a reminder: beauty is deadly (or is death beautiful?). 

She messed with distortion, hitting buttons on the pedal and raised the guitar neck up, body arched in all-encompassing feeling. She felt it- the pulse of booming, reverbed noise now a second heartbeat to her soul. And perhaps that was why she remembered the exact day 13 years ago, clicking a cassette tape into a machine, listening to a scratchy melody on the dusty thing her mother used while whoring, roleplaying the popstar celebrity of the millennia before. Perhaps it was why she snuck up to the hidden library door most nights, pressing letters on the typer of the ancient computer device, drawing up records of how to play the entrancing song. Up and up it built, the sound breaking from the red-glazed wood, like the piper-song of a god, until Taehyung drifted over to stand beside the instrument, until she whispered to her lover, “Now,” and the crescendo ripped into the world, chord after chord after chord.

It seemed to say: Remember the nights of blackened flowers, charred flesh, the black necrosis that stems from her hands, a heat fucked chaos between legs, their heads, our teeth, withering, expanding- growing. The music tugged and swirled around them, roaring through the emptiness of the amphitheater. The hollow silence that had been inside her for so many months now pulsed with a haunting sound. She brought the piece back home, softer, softer, softer, until the last chord was a barely-whispered remembrance of this art of ruination.

When June finally looked up, crying softly, Taehyung's eyes were glimmering, his jaw clenched.

He wanted to stay, to ask her “June, June, June- show me, show me how you did that”.

But footsteps sounded in the distance, and again they traded their scars for underground tunnels and fled from the promises of a bittersweet salvation. Drowning, drowning, in music, in art, in sweetness, in darkness, all so bitter, drenched in desire.

⤷coming soon!

#taehyung #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfiction #yandere taehyung #yandere bts #death #immortal #yandere au #taehyung ff #dystopian #bangtanficarchive #armywriterssupport

[highpope]

Silver Keys - Prologue

JJ Maybank x oc / Soulmate AU / Topper x oc

Warnings: none, if there are ever any let me know :)

Word count 1k

notes: I hope you enjoy! This is really just to give some background before the first chapter!! If you wanna be on the taglist let me know.

Masterlist

Everyone knows that when you turn 18 you begin to hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. It starts slowly, a faint melody getting stuck in your head, occasionally a line or two would start to sound familiar, and then the chorus becomes more clear, the rhythm can be felt through your body, you start to hum their favorite songs. All without being sure who’s favorites they were. 

Some people are lucky, they’re in love long before they start to hear the music, and when they do it’s perfect. Like puzzle pieces falling into place. Her mom described it as a sort of calm feeling washing over you, like getting a song stuck in your head that you’ve never heard of. It was nice. But that made sense, her parents were in love, are in love. They met in elementary school, becoming best friends from the start. By the time they were both 18, they knew. June wonders if this same thing could happen to her, being soulmates with one of her best friends. She’d had the same friends as long as she could remember, growing up side by side, raising each other. It was what made the pogues special, in a way they were all soulmates. The kind that never has to worry if the music stops or changes. The kind that doesn’t need that confirmation.

Other people say it stops after a while. Like falling out of love, the songs get softer, less familiar, slowly fading out in the same way it came. They’re less lucky. June has always been afraid that she’d start to fall in love and the music would just stop. Just cease to exist one day, or that it would never start at all. She tried not to think about it, and most of the time, it was easy. She’d spend days working at the bait shop down the road from her house, the weekends with the pogues surfing, getting into trouble, or on the marsh. The whole soulmate thing was completely forgotten, that is until everyone turned 18 before June. Well, June and JJ. JJ was two weeks younger than her. Pope was the oldest, June remembers when he first heard something.

June had been working at the bait shop all morning with only a handful of customers. She was the only one working so she desperately called JJ and Pope to come hang out, knowing that neither of them was working. She was behind the counter, snacking on some gummies the two had brought her while they wandered through the store. 

“I don’t know June, I think we can find something better to do than watch a movie tonight,” JJ said, examining a fishing pole on display. 

“It’s not that we can’t find something better, it’s that I don’t want to.” She replied.

JJ just turned and looked at her.

“What?” 

“Don’t be difficult.”

“I’m not! You are.”

“Am not!” He huffed, coming over and trying to steal some gummy candy.

“Uh uh,” June said, pulling the bag away from him, “not until you agree to watch a movie with us tonight. Kie and John B already said they would.”

“You roped John B into this too?” He exclaimed, “Ridiculous.” 

June scoffed, “Pope will you please tell JJ he’s being stubborn?”

“No, tell June she’s being boring.” 

You continued to bicker, “I am not boring!” 

“Pope-” JJ started before June stuck her hand over JJ’s face.

“Noooo shhh!” She whined, “Pope-”

Only then did Pope turn to them, a weird look on his face.

“Guys,” he started, walking towards the two.

“Ew! JJ did you just lick my hand?” June exclaimed before wiping her hand on her apron and focusing her attention on Pope.

“I think I just heard it,” he said softly. 

“Really?” JJ asked, his tone matching Pope’s.

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything I can really verbalize, but it was there. Kinda faint like it was being played down the street. But also I knew I was the only one that could hear it.”

“Crazy,” June breathed. She couldn’t wrap her head around it and she could tell that neither of the boys could either. 

That was the beginning. June wasn’t there when John B or Kiara heard their’s for the first time, but as time went on, the three of them would hear it more and more. 

“Today, I heard a Bob Marley song. How sick is that?” Kie had told June one day after school. 

“They’ve got good taste,” she had replied, smiling at how excited even Kiara was at the idea of having a soulmate connected through music. John B thinks his soulmate is a girl they all went to middle school with. He doesn’t have any evidence to back this up, though. He just knows. 

Music had always been an important part of June’s life. Her parents’ love for it influenced the whole household. Her sister and her would dance in the kitchen to John Denver and James Taylor. Her sister, singing before she could even fully speak, had been writing music for years now. June didn’t write music, but she did play the piano. “Classical music was your first love” her father would say. It truly was. June loved the way that the music told a story through every note without ever needing words. It could convey even the most difficult things without a single letter. June loved to listen to it, but even more, she loved to play. The way the keys always welcomed her back, time, and time again. She would get lost in the melody and time would easily halt. It was like the whole world stopped to listen to her play, if only for a few minutes. 

Sure, June loved a good classic, but classical was always her favorite. She wondered what her soulmate would hear when she played, how it would sound in their head. Wondered if they would get the same feeling she got like the universe was just right. She hoped so.

#highpopefics #highpope #obx #obx fics #obx headcanon #outer banks #outer banks fluff #outerbanks #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #silverkeys #silverkeys masterlist #fluff #slowburn #soulmate #soulmate au

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Robotic Friendship - Chapter 11

Summary: The Autobots get a super virus on their computer system. Raf's oldest sister is brought in to help.

Pairing: Ratchet x OC (platonic), Soundwave x OC (platonic)

Word Count: 1072

Warnings/Disclaimers: None for this chapter.

Masterlist

The Autobots came back through the Ground Bridge with hanging heads. Fowler swung around at their speedy return. "Well?"

Ratchet just shook his helm. Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead dispersed. A moment later, Optimus found his words. "Her cell phone was there. She was not."

"Then…they knew we would try tracking her."

"That and they also left us a warning."

"Don't tell me it was a note. 'We have her. Blah, blah, blah. Ransom. Blah.'" Fowler said with a hint of snarkiness.

Optimus motioned to the Ground Bridge. "You had better look for yourself."

Fowler shot Optimus a confused look and went down the stairs slowly. He had always been weary of the Bridge. Lights flashed and he disappeared. Moments later, he returned with a hand on his shaking head. "I need to make a call. Close up the Bridge."

Ratchet complied as Fowler made his way to the elevator. Raf stopped him halfway. "Is she…?"

"Wh-wha? N-no, no! Your sister is still alive, and we will find her." Fowler smiled sympathetically at Raf who returned a hopeful one.

Once he left, the human children turned to their mechanical guardians. June stepped towards Optimus and Ratchet with her hands on her hips. "What now? What are we going to do to fix this?"

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Soundwave placed Nikki on his shoulder and nearly glided down the halls to his workspace. She was not dumb enough to make an escape attempt. Nikki held her wrapped hand. The blood pulsed through it harshly. Soundwave had knocked her hand when he stole her phone and gave it to Knockout who had orders from Megatron.

They reached Soundwave's station. He placed Nikki on the large, illuminated keypad, and then picked up a data pad. She looked up and watched him through the transparent material. Cybertronian symbols scrolled up on it as he hit different areas of the glass. Suddenly, the symbols changed. Were they now in English?

Soundwave set the data pad down in front of her, pointing to it. It was too big for her to pick up as he did, so she sat down and leaned over the pad to read. Code was missing, jumbled up, misspelled. It was either because it was lost in translation or something she caused. It was more likely the latter. Intuitively, she tapped the bottom of the screen and a keyboard appeared. Now she could work.

She worked for hours, fixing this segment of code. Sitting, kneeling, standing. Whatever it took to finish and go home. Standing up for the last time, she glanced up at Soundwave and opened her mouth only to be interrupted by Knockout. He strode in and tapped on the back of Nikki's head. "So how's our resident insect doing~?"

Knockout smiled in a sarcastic but charming manner when she glared at him. He moved to Soundwave's side. "Megatron ordered that I review the formula I used on your face plate; Make sure it holds up over long periods."

Soundwave nodded once. With a hiss and a click, he pulled it off and handed it to Knockout who walked back to the Medical Bay with it. Nikki stared silently and Soundwave's formerly handsome face.

It was like Knockout's, long and slender. His optics were narrower and did not glow as bright red as the other Decepticons. They were calmer and seemed softer. He stared blankly at the screen that lit up the scratches and scars in the once smooth metal. “So many… Is that why he wears a mask all the time?” Nikki wondered.

Soundwave's optics shifted down upon her. She cringed and pointed to the data pad. His helm turned and he stared straight in her green eyes before lifting up the pad to examine it. He nodded once before closing it out and opening another coding packet.

Knockout waltzed back in with the faceplate. "Everything checks out."

Before Soundwave could take it back, Knockout folded his arms and leaned his weight onto one pede, looking a bit sassy. "You know, I could just fix those scars. Then, you won't need this." He held up the faceplate, smirking.

Soundwave's expression did not change. He did not even look at him. He set the data pad back in front of Nikki. More coding…Joy… She watched as he snatched his faceplate away from Knockout, replacing it over his damaged face. Knockout took a step back out of caution. He looked between Soundwave and Nikki, who is still staring. She took notice and jumped back to her work, hoping that at least Soundwave did not catch her. Knockout merely frowned and huffed out of the room.

-

Raf curled up on the couch, watching TV. He blankly sat there. Jack had tried to get him to play video games or race his RC car. Nothing. He was not in the mood for anything.

Miko leaned on Bulkhead's foot, texting and playing old phone games as long as it kept her mind busy. Jack was wandering about the base. His mother had left for work already. Optimus and Ratchet were at the computers surveying Arcee and Bumblebee's scouting mission to find any kind of clue on Nikki's whereabouts. Ratchet had given them the coordinates on the Nemesis' last known location. There was no sign of it.

"Ratchet," Arcee's voice sounded off. "There's nothing here."

"Keep scanning! Expand the search radius!"

Bulkhead joined in, "They've gone over a fifty mile radius. If they said there is nothing, then there's nothing!"

Ratchet slammed his fist down but before he could yell, Optimus stopped him. "We are activating the Ground Bridge. Return to base."

Bumblebee beeped in confirmation.

The comm-link disconnected. Ratchet turned a fiery stare at Optimus. "There has to be some—"

"I know you are worried, old friend, but we must stay clear minded." Optimus put a servo on Ratchet's shoulder. "It is the only way we will find her."

Ratchet's faceplate softened but it quickly changed back to fury. He spun around on his heels, throwing Optimus' servo off, and stalked away. Raf was vaguely aware of this. He just sighed and looked down at the floor.

His focus sharpened. There was something glowing faintly just under the couch. He reached down and felt around. Whatever it was had small and somewhat sharp features. Gently, he took hold of it and brought it up to eye level. He stared hard and closely. It was a sliver of Energon.

#fanfiction #tfp fanfic #tfp ratchet #tfp soundwave #tfp #soundwave x oc #ratchet x oc #transformers #transformers prime #transformers fanfiction

[brideofedoras]

Happy Birthday, John Kennex

In honor of Karl Urban’s birthday, I wrote a little birthday fic to go along with Soulbound.  John Kennex’s birthday is June 7, 2007.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs

Word count: 1900+

Rating: 18+

Warnings: brief mentions of anxiety, asthma and self harm

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Emily smiled and waved to the nurses on duty as she walked by the nurses’ station.  Sara was on duty, she noted, rolling her eyes when the woman winked at her.  She clutched the little malachite dragon she carried a little tighter in her right hand before letting herself into John’s room.

Her heart stuttered in her chest when she saw the detective, still unconscious.  Someone had shaved off his stubble earlier and had given his dark brown hair a trim. 

She had to swallow a few times before she managed to find her voice.  “I… I, uh… have it on good authority that today is your birthday,” she blushed when she realized her voice sounded a little on the breathy side.  Oh, lord…  At least I’m not wheezing.  “The big Four-O,” she placed the dragon on the bedside table next to the photograph of John and his partner, Marty Pelham, and Marty’s wife Maria and son Marty Junior.  “But don’t worry,” her breathy voice took on a teasing tone.  “I won’t tell anyone your real age.  Sandy and I will keep it a secret.”

She busied herself with her normal routine upon arriving for her daily visits.  She straightened his blanket over his chest, smoothed her hands over his chest and arms to make sure the wrinkles were out, grounding herself to keep her anxiety at bay.  She blushed when she felt his heartbeat kick a little harder when her palm brushed over his chest.  “I’m beginning to think you really enjoy my visits even though I’m the most boring and awkward visitor you’ve got,” she teased.  “Yeah, I know.  I shouldn’t talk down on myself like I do but I am awkward and I’m sure what I talk about is boring.”

Finally, she squeezed his fingers and ran her fingers through his shorter hair.  “I miss the scruff,” she admitted softly as she traced her fingertips along his smooth jaw.  Her blush darkened when she realized she’d spoken out loud this time.  “Oh, god, don’t mind me,” she giggled nervously.  “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.  I…”  She drew in a deep breath and slowly released it.  “You look very nice when you’re clean-shaven, but you also look pretty hot when you’re scruffy,” she confessed with a half-sigh, half-whisper.  “I…  I don’t know why I find it so easy to talk to you, to admit things that I know I’d never be able to say out loud if you were actually awake… much less be able to open up to anyone else...  I…  I probably would never be able to talk to you if you were conscious…  I mean, I’m…  I’m nobody.  And you’re…  You’re you.  You probably wouldn’t even give me a second thought,” she turned away from the bed to walk over to the window.  “I’m such a painfully shy and awkward person with anxiety and asthma, no one looks twice at me as it is,” she wrapped her arms around her stomach before she growled at herself.  “I’m sorry, ignore me.  I’m just…  I know I’m hard on myself,” she admitted quietly.  “It’s your birthday.  I’m supposed to be happy and in a celebratory mood, but you already know how I feel about birthdays.  But I am happy, in a way.  I’m hanging out with the best-looking guy in the world, even if he doesn’t know I exist.”  She returned to the bed and leaned down.  “Happy birthday, John,” she whispered before kissing his cheek.  “I brought you a present.  I know I didn’t have to, but after I accidentally caught a glimpse of the tattoo on your arm I knew what I would get you for your birthday or Christmas.  I like dragons, but I prefer the European ones to the Chinese ones.  I found a Chinese dragon carved in malachite at a shop near campus and had to get it for you.  It’s really pretty.”  She moved away from the bed to sit down in the chair.  “So…  I’m thinking about applying for an internship through the Synthetic Dispatch Division.  Dr. Lom is open to taking on an intern.  I’m scared to death I won’t get the internship if I do apply, but I won’t know unless I try, right?  I haven’t talked to Sandy about it, not yet.  We’re meeting for drinks later at McQuade’s.”

She grew quiet as she watched his chest rise and fall with each breath he took.  “Maybe someday we could go out for a drink after you wake up.”  When she realized what she’d said, she quickly backpedalled, stammering and blushing hard before she could string a coherent sentence together.  “I…  I really need to shut up, huh?  Not go out like as in a date or something like that, I could only ever dream of going on a date with you.”  She blushed harder and smacked her hands over her face.  “Shit.  God, Emily, you’re such a damned idiot!”  She cussed at herself.  “Drinks between friends.”

She scrubbed her hands over her face.  “You’ve come to mean a lot to me in such a short period of time already,” she reached for his hand.  “You let me ramble and babble when I get nervous or anxious and somehow I feel much calmer when I hold your hand.  And I’ve rambled and babbled a lot already today.”  She took a deep breath and grimaced when she wheezed.  “It’s a beautiful day out today.  Couldn’t ask for prettier skies.  The sunrise this morning was gorgeous…”

-2-

Thunder rattled the windows of the hospital room.  Must be storming.  Dammit.  Emily better not be out driving in this.  I want her here but I don’t want her to get into a wreck either.  Sam, I hope you and Lizzie are watching over your daughter, please don’t let anything happen to her.  She has no idea how much she means to me.

Another rumble of thunder rattled the windows, drowning out the whoosh of the door sliding open.  The scent of vanilla cupcakes reached him and he breathed an internal sigh of relief.

Emily was safe.  She was there.

The door swooshed open again, followed by the scent of raspberries.  Sara, his favorite nurse.  She was nice, always talking to him when she was checking on him.  Always making sure he had the softer blankets or more supportive pillow.  “Here’s the towels you requested, Em.”

“Thanks, Sara, I don’t want Karen or Tim hollering at me for dripping all over the room,” Emily’s voice was filled with light-hearted amusement.

Sara laughed.  “They won’t holler, Em.  Karen will give you the look and chastise you before she hugs you, and Tim is such a good-natured soul.  They’ll chalk it up to job security.  Anything else you need?”

“Nah, thank you, I’ll holler if I do.”

The door swooshed open and shut again, leaving him alone with Emily.  He listened to the gentle rustle of fabric, towel maybe, before the sound of a raincoat being shrugged off reached his ears.  

“Hi, John,” her voice sounded a little regretful.  “I wasn’t ignoring you, I promise.  I’m dripping all over the place and don’t want the housekeeping staff to worry about my coat and boots dripping all over.”  Her voice strained before he heard the slide of two zippers.  “It’s nasty out today.  The storm didn’t hit until I was halfway here.”

Should’ve stopped somewhere to wait it out, Sweetheart, I don’t want you risking your life just to spend time with me.

“I know, I could’ve pulled off to wait it out but it hasn’t let up at all and I didn’t want to sit in my car in a sketchy parking lot,” her hands brushed his chest as she straightened the blankets.

His heart thumped harder when he felt her palm settle over it.  Good call.  But I still don’t want you driving in a storm, Emily.  I’m not worth you getting hurt.

“I couldn’t miss my favorite guy’s birthday today,” her breath puffed over his cheek before her plush lips pressed against the stubble.

Favorite guy, huh?  Sweetheart…  He wished he could turn his head, to feel her soft lips on his.  He settled for feeling her smile curve on his cheek instead.

“Happy birthday, John.  Whenever you wake up you’re going to have a lot of cards and a few gifts,” the chair scraped closer to the bed.  Her hand curled around his.  “Just because you’re in a coma doesn’t mean anyone who loves you can get away with ignoring birthdays and holidays.  Sandy’s got a box she’s putting them in for you.  I didn’t bring a gift with me today, it’s at Sandy’s.  I wasn’t about to bring it with me.”  Her breath hitched on a wheeze.  “I finally worked up the courage to go through Daddy’s stuff and found a few guitars I never knew he had.  Sandy told me you collect guitars, that you play a little, and I asked her if maybe I should give them to you.  They’re vintage, from the 1970s and 80s.  Or would they be considered antiques?  I don’t know.  They’re beautiful, though.  One’s an acoustic and the others are electric.  Daddy even had sheet music for some of the old classic rock songs.  I sent those over with the guitars.”

Sweetheart, they’re your dad’s, you should keep them.

“I don’t have the room in my apartment for them, I don’t want for them to remain in their cases tucked away in a closet.  They’re meant to be picked up and played and proudly displayed.  I don’t know how to play, other than random strumming that sounds god awful.  I never was musically-inclined growing up, I would’ve taken the amp apart to see how it works and if I could improve it,” she laughed softly.  “Maybe that’s why Daddy had them in storage, to keep me from doing just that.  I…  I would like to learn how to at least play a few chords, though.”

I could teach you.  Not that hard.  I’ll get a guitar in your hands and sit behind you, wrap my arms around you to guide your hands.  He groaned.  Slow down, Kennex, he warned himself when he felt arousal stirring in his belly just from the image in his head.  Dammit.

Her fingers laced through his.  “I hope you will like them.”

I already do, Sweetheart…

-3-

The gentle press of soft, plush lips on his woke him up.  John groaned, wrapping his arms around Emily.  “Mornin’, Baby,” he murmured before deepening the kiss.  

She braced her hands against his shoulder and shoved.  “You’re ruining the moment!”  She giggled when he pinned her beneath him and attacked her neck with voracious kisses.  “John!”

He lifted his head.  “You started it by kissing me awake, Baby.”  He frowned when tears glistened in her baby blue eyes.  “Emily?”

“I get to look into your eyes this time when I say it,” her voice cracked as a tear slipped down her temple into her dark hair.  “Happy birthday, John.”

John cupped her cheek and brushed the tear away with his thumb.  “Baby, don’t start cryin’ on me,” he chastised gently, shifting onto his back and tucking her to his side.  “What are your plans today?”

“We’re not going to spend your birthday with you in bed and me in a chair holding your hand,” she retorted.

“How ‘bout we both spend the day in bed?”

She giggled.  “John!”

“It’s my birthday, can’t I pick how we spend the day?”  He quirked an eyebrow at her.

“What about your birthday cupcakes or breakfast or your present--”

He hauled her on top of him and silenced her protest with a kiss.  “Later.  Much… much later,” he growled between kisses.

#almost human #john kennex #john kennex x ofc #soulbound #soulmates #happy birthday #karl urban

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

I know it's corny but in my heart of hearts I just like to think that Waylon and June are Disney couple. Harley and Selina openly find this sweet and cute, Jon doesn't like to show it but he thinks it's sweet. But at the same time rethinks some of his life choices and how he really has no real excuses for being single besides being married to his research.

Hehe, nothing wrong with that, honestly I love the softer side of the rogue headcanon spectrum. Honestly though,  I think Jonathan doesn’t always need another person to make him whole. Even though I ship him with an OC, I know that he’s just fine being single and alone. He likes it that way.

#MistressAnswersYourLastWords #angellynnhaley

[xrikix]

» Hiraeth Chapter 9 || Haikyuu AU

❝They will learn how to fly.❞ – an AU where the kids of Haikyuu characters grow their passion for volleyball and face their problems.

Starring our OC’s Hoshi, Minami, and Leo! (don’t worry they’re as fluffy as our babies from Haikyuu but sprinkle in more angst)

Read Chapter 8 Here!

Ocean Waves

As April and May quickly passed by, the spring cherry blossom trees swayed in the wind, letting their petals take flight through the blue skies, awaiting for the warm air of summer to greet them.

June approached rather quickly much to the demise of Leo, who still felt stuck in his own shadows of despair. 

Leo felt stuck, like he was running an endless race between him and himself-- never gaining or losing any distance. Every time he looked at his teammates making strides in their own talents, his stomach would tighten, desperately wanting to also experience the freeing feeling of getting better at something he gave his life to. Leo watched as he was left behind at the bottom, barely being able to go up the next few steps. It was a slap to the face when he realized the pace Minami was growing, seeing her back to him, shrinking ever so slightly as she left him behind on the tracks. Her body was lean and honed, prepared for every jump, spike, and leap she would graciously perform in her games. 

Contrasting Leo’s black and white world, Minami’s colorful demeanor had always shown a smile, barely being able to contain her own excitement, as she too knew how much better she had become. 

Leo’s back was against the gym wall, heaving in and out, trying to catch his breath. As he brought the water bottle to his lips, his hands shook. Inspecting himself, he saw beads of sweat dripping from his temple down to his neck, the trail never ending. 

Recently, his body could never seem to stop shaking. At first he believed it was the amount of practice he was putting himself through by how his body felt ready to collapse at the end of each day, but maybe it was just the fears taking root inside of him. 

Katsuki and Dino stood beside him, relaxing even while drenched in sweat. Leo glanced towards the cousins, feeling envy strengthen the pain in his heart. 

Dino had fully immersed himself into his role on the team, using his height and wit as an advantage against enemies. Even Katsuki, despite not having played as many games as his cousin, grew into his own place on the court as well. Whenever Katsuki was subbed in, his fresh energy excited the team, heightening their spirits. His chaotic energy made playing against him a nuisance, and Leo couldn’t help but sigh thinking about it. It felt like he was swimming through the darkest ocean, with waves that always threatened to pull him under. The rare times he could get a glimpse of land were short lived as the waves brought him under once again, promising sweet release from the pain he was harboring. 

“Interhigh begins soon, so I expect all of you to practice even harder,” Coach Ukai exclaimed. A chorus of “yes sir” erupted from the gym displaying the excitement from the team. 

“One step closer to Nationals!” Hikaru yelled, pumping his fist into the air. 

“That is if we win Interhigh,” Hisaki scoffed. 

Ryu patted him on the back, giving a bright smile, “Let him live Hisaki!” Hisaki turned away, arms crossed, not bothering to respond. 

Horror crept up on Leo gleefully attaching to him as he started to realize that he was running out of time. 

“You kids all packed and ready?” Hinata asked over dinner. 

Minami bounced in her seat, happily shoving down the food in front of her, “Yup all ready!” She looked at Leo who was poking at the food with his chopsticks, his eyes losing its focus every few minutes. The time between the announcement and Interhigh went by too fast and Leo couldn’t help but think he wasn’t ready. 

“What if I’m not enough?” Leo thought, biting down on the tempura he stabbed a bit too violently off the plate. As Leo chewed the food, he made an even worse realization, “I’m probably not even going to be playing in the game.” His face turned sour, as dark clouds swarmed his mind. 

Leo was numb to the incessant poking from Minami, but he quickly snapped out of his thoughts as soon as she started mumbling death curses under her breath. 

Leo shook his head and widened his eyes, when he realized everyone was looking at him. “I-uh-yeah,” he muttered out, hoping he said the right words. 

“Are you okay Leo?” Hinata asked, his eyes full of worry. 

Kageyama stared at him, his face seemingly knowledgeable of Leo’s feelings, “You’ve been awfully quiet ever since school began. Is everything okay?” 

Leo nodded vigorously, “Yeah! Why wouldn’t school be okay?” Hinata’s mouth formed into a thin line, making Leo feel guilt pool into his heart. “I’m seriously fine, I’m just-” Leo racked his brain for a good excuse before landing on a convincing one, “I’m just stressed that we aren’t going to do well tomorrow… that’s all,” his voice becoming softer. He eyed his parents, clearly they thought something was still up but they sighed in defeat, buying his not complete lie. 

“You should go to bed early then,” Hinata said. 

Yeah, maybe sleep was a good idea. 

Hinata, despite suggesting for Leo to go to sleep, asked him to quickly take out the trash and being the self-proclaimed “better sibling” he was, Leo couldn’t say no. 

The night sky glistened overhead, as the stars and the soft streetlights punctured the darkness. Leo yawned, slowly dragging his feet to the garbage. The street was silent when he reached the bin, flipping the lid to throw in the trash. He started to walk back towards the front door when someone’s voice cut through the peaceful silence. 

“Leo?” 

Leo turned around, squinting in the dark and saw Okiawa standing in their front lawn. “Oh, hello Okaiwa-san.” 

Okiawa nodded, “What are you doing out here so late?” 

Leo gestured towards the garbage, “Throwing out the trash.” 

He saw Okiawa grimace, muttering something to himself which made Leo confused. “Well it was nice talking to you Okiawa-san but I need to go to sleep,” before turning around. 

“Isn’t Interhigh tomorrow?” Okiawa softly asked. He stopped, his feet firmly planted in the ground. “Hoshi has been so excited for the past few days he couldn’t sit still for anything,” Okiawa chuckled. His heart tightened, as he gripped his shirt tightly. “I know I’m not your dad, but I did see you grow up. So, I hope you know that you can talk to me if something is going on. Hoshi thinks something’s wrong.” 

Leo squeezed the bags of trash he was holding, feeling the newfound anger course through his veins, realizing that Hoshi had picked up on his problems and talked about him. He needed to hide better.  

Okiawa seemed to notice and quickly covered it up, “He didn’t mean it to sound like he’s talking behind your back but--” 

After he practically shoved the trash in the bin, he instantly turned around, “I-” His words were clogged in his throat, feeling backed up against the wall. He struggled to voice himself, realizing the hole he dug himself continued to get deeper. 

“Is this about volleyball?” Okiawa asked. 

The words still refused to come out as Leo desperately wished to run back inside, and to go and hide in his bed, safe from the world beneath his blankets. But his body betrayed him by nodding. 

Okiawa sighed, “I don’t want to push you into telling me anything, but what I’m going to say right now… I hope it helps you.” 

Leo wanted to run in so badly and yet his feet refused to budge. 

Okiawa stared off into the sky, his voice resonating nostalgia, “I was a prodigy setter, and of course, I still am,” he chuckled, “but back when I was about to leave middle school, I had this talk. This was around the time when Tobio-chan appeared, and I couldn’t help but loathe him.” 

Leo couldn’t help but blurt out, “Why?” 

Okiawa faced him, “I used to be one of the best setters, but then Kageyama appeared. Everyone called him a prodigy, and no matter what I did, I was nothing compared to his natural born talents.” 

Okiawa sighed, his hands ruffling his hair, “One day, he told me this exact speech: ‘If you’re going to complain that someone born with more talent than you will always be better than you, no matter how hard you work, how many tricks you learn, and how many great teammates you have… do that only after you’ve given everything the very best effort you have.”’ Okiawa smiled, “You’re gonna meet a lot of people who are naturally better than you Leo. But you’re just gonna have to continue fighting your way to the top. Always remember, your teammates will always be there to help you.” 

For some reason, the words he said made Leo feel a tad bit better, and for a second, the dark thoughts that flooded his mind flew away. “Thank you Okiawa-san,” Leo muttered.

Okiawa waved his hand, “I wish you luck tomorrow,” before entering his home. 

Leo stood outside in the open air, staring straight ahead before coming to the realization that he shouldn’t be beating himself up over this. He gave his all during practice, and even if his past self didn’t notice, he did change for the better. 

He lifted his foot, stepping on the first step. 

Leo watched as the Sendai City Gymnasium approached into view. The huge building surrounded by the volleyball teams. Despite the restful sleep that he had last night, he couldn’t stop the slight trembling that overtook his body. Standing at the door, his mind realized he was really here. Staring at the other teams, he saw the strength that they all possessed. Trying hard to stop the onslaught of emotions, he wasn’t ready. 

Leo mentally cursed himself, he was doing fine last night, why now?

A hand landed on his shoulder, and as Leo jumped back slightly, he saw Rin softly smiling at him. Leo, forcing himself to breathe, finally calmed down. Now was not the time to freak out. 

“We have some time before our first game begins, so let’s get comfortable,” Coach Ukai yelled out, ushering them into the main corridor. 

Katsuki was bouncing next to Dino who tiredly leaned on Leo’s shoulder as they walked, “We’re here!” he yelled, his eyes bright with sparkles. 

Dino sighed, picking his head up from Leo, “Can you please save that energy for the game?” 

Katsuki’s gaze sharpened, “Don’t worry Dino, that won’t be a problem.” 

Leo kept quiet besides the two, trying to keep himself calm. 

“Hey Leo…” Katsuki tried to warn Leo before he felt the air in his lungs give away as something collided into him. Struggling to keep himself up, a pair of arms wrapped around him in a hug.

“I found you!” a female voice yelled. Leo sighed as his eyes met Minami’s who was grinning happily at him. The rest of the team paused to watch the ordeal and he saw Katsuki struggle to keep in his laugh. 

Leo patted her back, “Yeah congrats, you found me, but can you please let me go?” Minami laughed, dropping her arms to her sides as Leo stumbled before finding his footing. “What are you doing here?” he asked. 

Minami stared at him dumbfounded, “it's Interhigh, I’m here to play.” 

Leo shook his head, “I meant what are you doing here, here.” 

“Oh, we’re one of the first teams to play today. I also saw you, so I came!” 

Leo sighed, his mouth opened to argue, but he was interrupted by Coach Ukai. “Is that my dear Minami?” 

Minami giggled as she hugged Ukai, “How are you Coach?” 

He grinned, “Great, but you have to visit me more, I get lonely yelling at boys all day.” 

Minami waved her hands, “I wish I could, but you know I also have practice!” 

Coach Ukai sadly tilted his head to the side, “Your parents are here right?” 

Minami nodded, “They should be around here somewhere… oh right there!” She started to frantically wave her hands. 

Leo paused, his eyes widened as he tried to stop her, “What are you-” 

The chattering of the gym seemed to pause as the crowd split apart to let Hinata and Kageyama through towards them, the bright orange contrasting the crow black. Minami ran towards them with her arms outstretched. Hinata laughed as he caught Minami in his arms, hugging her tightly. Kageyama fondly smiled down, patting her head. 

“Well aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes,” Ukai said as he laughed loudly. The chattering of the crowd dropped to whispers as everyone awed at the two famous volleyball players. 

“Hi Coach! Sorry we’re always busy with practice and games,” Hinata said beaming. 

Ukai chuckled, “Well you all better be.” 

Kageyama faced Leo, placing a hand on his shoulder after Leo joined Minami in the hug, “You’re gonna do great.” 

Leo nodded unconsciously, “Thanks.” 

Before they could continue, they heard more yelling as they all turned to see Hoshi running towards them, with his parents in tow. 

“Isn’t that…” Ryu asked. 

“Iwazumi and Oikawa-san?” Rin finished, his eyes wide. 

Minami went rigid as Leo watched Minami fiddle with her fingers. She began to breathe deeply, calming herself, and Leo noted the way she was getting better with this whole situation. Minami smiled at the approaching family. “Hey Hoshi,” she said, not quite meeting his eyes yet. 

“Hey,” Hoshi said as they all stood there awkwardly. 

Okiawa cleared his throat, “Well it’s nice to see you all,” as his eyes roamed over Karasuno. “Ah, you guys must be the new Karasuno team.”

 “And well if it isn’t Okiawa,” Ukai said as he studied him, “I don’t know who I found more annoying you or Ushijima.” 

Okiawa flaunted himself, “Of course it’s me, he could never compare to my greatness.” Okiawa stopped before realization dawned on him, “Isn’t Shiratorizawa also here today?” He stopped to look for them in the crowd, “I wanna go see and make fun of how stupid they look.” 

Iwazumi patted Okiawa, “You really need to stop.” 

Okiawa smirked, “But it’s so much fun!” 

Iwazumi sighed, “We’re here to say good luck and to let Hoshi go prepare.” 

The kids were used to the adult’s antics, reverting their focus back on themselves. “You have a game soon?” Minami asked, apparently all her awkwardness was gone, replaced with curiosity. 

“Yeah and I mean… you could come and watch, “ Hoshi gingerly said. 

Minami shook her head, “Sorry, got a game. Leo is gonna come watch though, isn’t that right?” Leo met Minami’s devilish grin, and found himself cornered. He didn’t need to see how well Minami was going to do, but he knew he was obligated to go and he did have the time to watch. 

“I don’t know…” he said hoping she’ll just take his uncertainty as a no. 

Minami studied him, a hint of pain flashed through her eyes, “Well if you’re gonna set up, then I get it.” Minami twisted around, her arms crossed on her chest. Hoshi looked at Leo in confusion, but Leo couldn’t continue to stand there. The air was tense, and he knew he shouldn’t keep it like this.

Sighing, Leo decided to try and lessen the tension between the three of them, “Don’t worry Minami, I’ll be there.” He plastered a smile on his face, “Anything for my twin.” 

Minami beamed at him, “Don’t worry, I’ll watch you too after my game!” 

Leo paused, an unsettling feeling creeped into his stomach, “You really don’t need to.” He didn’t need them to see how worthless he was. He could feel Okiawa gazing towards his direction, and turning around, Leo soon met Oikawa’s eyes. 

Oikawa sent him a small smile full of understanding, and Leo breathed in deeply. No, he was better than this. He’ll rise to meet each challenge and prove to himself that he deserved to be on that court. And maybe if he repeated these thoughts, he could convince himself. Maybe the darkness would leave him alone. 

“I hope to see you there then.” Minami grinned, “Good luck, brother.” 

“Good luck.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu AU #haikyuu fanfic #Karasuno #aoba jōsai #iwazumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo #iwaoi #kageyama tobio #kagehina #anime au #Anime OC #anime #fanfic

[storiesofdistantstars]

the value of life

AN: This was written for the Jedi June event being hosted by @jedijune and is for the second prompt, “lightsaber.” Dawn and Tyren are my OCs.

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“I don’t know where to start.”

Dawn stared for a moment at the assortment before her, taking up most of the small table. Front and center, of course, was her crystals- two, because she’d shown a preference for jar’kai since she was barely out of the creche. Twins, she thought, was the closest word for the halves-but-not-same sense she got from them.

Beyond the two crystals, which were shimmering faintly, nearly silver but with bright flashes of color when the ceiling light hit them, was an assortment of pieces, mostly metal and shining. They’d picked out a fairly varied assortment from the Temple’s stores, with her master assuring her that they could go back if nothing felt right.

The man himself was mending one of his cloaks across the table, gloved hands moving deftly. Not his, actually- upon closer inspection, it looked more like it belonged to his former padawan, Dess, who was a second-year Knight and a lot more prone to getting his clothes damaged.

He looked up when Dawn spoke, smiling faintly. “You’re thinking too hard, little one,” he said, voice low and calm. “It’s more intuitive than intellectual.”

“But it’s-” Dawn bit her lip, frowning. “I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I mean, will it feel like it did when I found the crystals? How does it all fit together?”

Master Tyren hummed thoughtfully for a moment, and she could feel him looking for the words he wanted through their fledgeling bond. “It’s hard to explain,” he said finally. “It’s different for everyone. Why don’t you look at mine?”

He pulled his saber from his belt. Dawn had always thought it was beautiful- a smooth, seamless affair of silver and white, with just hints of metal that was a deep brown color, almost black.

He twisted it apart in a few simple, easy motions, revealing the green crystal at its heart. He stuck his needle into the cloak and set it aside, focusing on the saber, as the components drifted apart to more easily see them. He lifted them across the table towards her, and she lifted a hand, not touching it but reaching out to feel them.

The only part of the saber that was inherently Force-attuned was the crystal itself, but the whole thing had the same silent frequency, each piece working in tandem. The crystal could not work without the whole, and the rest would be meaningless without the crystal; in the same way, it was an extension of Master Tyren, inherently connected to him through the Force.

Dawn hummed to herself, letting the feeling of the Force flow across her. “I think I understand,” she said finally, letting her hands drop.

Master Tyren smiled at her, warmly, and spun his lightsaber back together, parts making nearly inaudible clicks as they settled against each other.

He took up his mending again, and Dawn picked up her crystals, one in each hand.

They hummed softly, and she took a moment to get a feel for them again, feel their humming in her bones, before she set them on the table again and stretched out a hand.

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, but she followed the buzzing in her fingertips, and-

Her fingertips touched something, and she opened her eyes to find a pair of saber grips, made of silver metal wrapped with leather. She pulled them into her hands, and Master Tyren smiled.

“Very good, Dawn.”

She grinned, and started to work.

Dawn fit the last pieces of her lightsabers together, and took a deep breath.

“Are you ready?” Master Tyren asked, sweeping away the scraps of metal that littered the table. Dawn nodded, looking down at her saber hilts.

They were nearly identical, made of smooth, shimmery metal with grips wrapped in brown leather, and apertures made of three curved pieces of metal. They felt right to hold, in a way that training sabers never had.

She backed away, holding them away from anything breakable, and ignited them.

For a moment she just stared at the blades. “Is that- normal?”

The blades weren’t blue or green like she was expecting. They started off purple- not quite the color of Master Windu’s, but softer, paler- and faded to an odd silver color towards the ends. She’d never seen a saber like them.

“It’s certainly uncommon,” Master Tyren said, examining the blades. “Most are one color all the way through, I’ve never seen one that changes color like that.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Dawn asked, inspecting them carefully. “When I was building them?”

Master Tyren reached out, fingers hovering over the lightsabers, and hummed to himself, eyes closing. After a moment, he met her eyes again and smiled.

“No, they seem to be perfectly functional,” he said with a smile. “It’s simply a feature of the crystals.”

Dawn nodded, focusing on the humming blades. They felt right, warm and steady in her hands, not like the awkward training sabers that felt flat and lifeless, not like her master’s lightsaber which felt bright, alive, but didn’t fit her. The sabers- her sabers- felt almost like an extension of herself in the Force, yet somehow distinctly different.

She rolled one around her wrist and back into her hand, marvelling at the way they moved. They weren’t solid, and they didn’t move like traditional metal-bladed weapons, almost entrancing as they moved with hardly any resistance through the air.

“Now,” Master Tyren said, clasping his hands before him. “Why do Jedi use a lightsaber rather than, say, a blaster?”

“Blasters are uncivilized,” she replied reflexively, and was pleased by the amused huff she received. “Lightsabers are more elegant.”

“Is being a Jedi about elegance?”

“No,” Dawn said. “It’s about helping people.”

Master Tyren nodded, eyes serious. “It is true that a blaster is easier to use than a lightsaber. That is precisely why we do not use them.”

Master Tyren sat down at their small table, settling in for a lecture, evidently. “It is a reality of our position that we cannot always protect those who need it without causing harm. We can endeavor to solve problems without violence, we may attempt to minimize harm, but in the end sometimes we have no choice. What we can do, then- what we must do- is understand the value of the life we are taking.”

Master Tyren met her gaze, green eyes intent. “With a blaster, one can destroy and kill easily,” he said, voice low. “It takes little skill. So we use a lightsaber, and we train, so that the only lives we take are ones that we mean to. Using a lightsaber is more difficult than a blaster, more dangerous to you, and deeply important.”

Dawn switched off her sabers and clipped them to her belt. “I understand, Master.”

Master Tyren smiled warmly, something lightening in his eyes. “Good,” he said. “Very good, little one. Now. Would you like to head to the salles and test out your sabers properly?”

She grinned, something warm and buzzing filling her chest though the blades were slumbering. “Yes, Master.”

#jedi june #jedi oc #star wars oc #tcw oc #clone wars oc #oc: dawn aveyla #oc: tyren navys #my ocs #my writing

[indigosandviolets]

Assembly and Assualt

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x OC x George Luz

Word Count: 3,351

Summary: Andrew and Luz make it to the assembly area. Liebgott and Andrew have a sweet reunion and Andrew has his first taste of the food in France — a shitty cup of coffee. Andrew gets put on main assault of Brecourt Manor, where his marksmanship is truly put to the test.

Thanks again to @whatwouldidowithoutgeorgeluz for the BoB Script of Day of Days! This part would be nowhere near as good if it wasn’t for your script.

In this part, we get into some canon divergence, as I’ve inserted both Andrew and Luz into the assualt on Brecourt Manor. Luz wasn’t present for the assault, he was probably somewhere in the middle of Normandy trying to get to the assembly area.

Part Four of We Happy Few

Easy Company Assembly Area

June 6th, 1944, 0700

Andrew wasn’t going to be the one to tell everyone about the two Germans he killed. Like Luz had said, he was doing his job. He was going to have to kill Germans at some point, it was what he had to do, he signed up for it. But hearing everyone else, bragging about how many Germans they had already killed, seeing the POWs, it was a strain for Andrew not to think about it.

He lost Luz at some point due to Winters calling him over or a search for coffee for the two of them. Yeah, it was coffee. Someone had to be making it in an ammo box somewhere, and Luz was determined to get some. Anyway, Luz has left Andrew alone with his own thoughts.

“Hey, Pretty Boy!” Andrew heard someone call out. He knew who it was. He turned around to see Liebgott, a smile wide on his face.

“Hey, Lieb,” Andrew said, returning the smile. “How was the jump?”

“Not bad, not bad, aside from the plane beside us going down, it wasn’t too bad,” Liebgott tells him. “What about you?

Andrew laughed, “Not that bad. We were shot at, I’m pretty sure, it wasn’t too bad.”

“Could’ve been worse.”

“How’s that?”

“Could’ve been in the plane beside me.”

Andrew chuckled. It was fucked up to laugh at, he knew it was, but it got his mind off of everything. Andrew knew that he was off, he could feel it down into his bones.

“You talk to that Hall guy yet?” Liebgott asks.

Andrew shakes his head. “No, no, not really. Saw him, didn’t think to talk to him, why?”

“They’re calling that kid cowboy when he’s from Manhattan.”

“That’s like calling me a Cali Boy,” Andrew laughed.

“Well, at least he’s not from the middle of nowhere in Illinois.”

Andrew laughed at that. “Hey, my brother got out, didn’t he?” Andrew bore a solemn smile on his face, maybe that’s why Liebgott pulled him to the side.

“What’s wrong, Drew?” Liebgott asked, placing both hands on his shoulders. Liebgott was softer now, he could feel how tense Andrew was.

Andrew sighed. “There were two Germans on patrol last night. Me and Luz were trying to get here and they came across our path and I didn’t know what to do,” Andrew explains. “We hid behind a bush, and they stopped right in front of us,” Andrew tells. He can see every moment of it, ticking by meticulously slow. “I — Lieb, one of ‘em was a kid. Still had the safety on his gun.”

Andrew wasn’t crying over it, but the guilt washed over him like a wave washed over a pebble at high tide. Andrew wraps his arms around Liebgott’s chest, and Liebgott wraps his around the smaller man’s shoulders. Andrew winces a bit. He hasn’t taken the “posture” binding off in two days. He had flown in a plane and jumped out of it with the binding. He knew fully well it wasn’t good for him, but he had to keep it on.

Liebgott places a kiss on the top of Andrew’s head. “It’s alright, Drew,” Liebgott tells him. “You did what you had to do.”

“I’ve been trying to tell myself that all day,” Andrew says, pulling away. “I know this is war, Lieb, but I feel so fucking guilty. They’re nasty Germans, Lieb, and I still feel bad about it.”

“That’s cause you’re a human, Andrew.”

Andrew looks up at Liebgott. No one’s there. It’s just the two of them, no one’s looking. It almost feels like they’re back outside the movie, except they’ve already jumped out of the damn plane.

Liebgott takes Andrew’s chin, tilts his head up just a bit, and kisses him. It’s hungry, again, like Liebgott hadn’t gotten enough from the last time. There’s a passion there, a burning deep inside that Andrew feels as he kisses him back. Andrew pulls away slowly, looking deep into Liebgott’s eyes.

I’m so happy you’re alive, Liebgott’s face screams out. It’s like they can read each other’s minds. It’s a deeper feeling, now. That wasn’t just any kiss, it was something more complex than either of them could describe.

Andrew kisses him again, slower now. He savors it, holding onto every last second.

Liebgott breaks away this time. Andrew smiles at him softly.

“You still taste like cigarettes,” Andrew tells him.

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Anything else you wanna tell me?”

Andrew thinks for a moment. I’m a fraud, Lieb. “You better get out of here before Luz comes back with my coffee.”

“And if I don’t?”

“He’ll get your ass court-martialed.”

Liebgott chuckles. He has no fucking clue, does he? “And not you?”

“He likes me.” More than that.

“Sure, sure,” Liebgott says. He goes in for a quick peck before walking away, a smirk on his face.

Andrew watched as the older man walked away and down towards Wynn and Guarnere.

You’re fucked, Andrew Marin. Royally fucked.

-

Luz eventually came back with two cups of coffee. “Un black coffee for ze handsome man,” he says in a horrible French accent.

“Needs work, Luz,” Andrew says before taking a sip of the coffee.

“Oh, mon ami, I’m just getting started!”

Andrew feels his face recoil as the liquid washes over his tongue. It’s bitter, burnt, it’s not even coffee.

Luz seems to think it’s in response to the French accent. “It’s not that bad, Jesus, I’ll quit it!”

He coughs as he swallows, shaking his head. “Who the hell made that?”

“Malarkey, I think,” Luz tells him, taking a sip. “It wakes you up, that’s for damn sure.”

“It tastes like boiled horseshit.”

“Better than boiled bullshit.”

“Isn’t that military issued?”

“Yep, straight from Eisenhower himself.”

Andrew chuckles, taking another sip. It’s not as bad this time, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t taste like shit.

He looks up from his metal mug to see Luz looking at him, his eyes soft, loving. Andrew smiles back at him, getting up and walking over to his side.

“Hey,” Luz says, quietly.

“Hey yourself,” Andrew replies.

“You’re cute when you laugh.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah.”

There’s barely any space between them. Andrew can smell the coffee on Luz’s breath. Despite it tasting like shit, it’s not that bad. Maybe because it’s Luz.

The kiss is gentle and sweet, like Luz. Everything seemed smoother around Luz, like nothing bad was going to happen.

Even though it did.

“You’re so handsome, Andrew.”

“Don’t say things like that, Luz,” Andrew tells him. “I might start to believe them.”

Another kiss. Luz’s hand moves to Andrew’s neck before he pulls away sharply.

“What?” Andrew asks, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Be honest with me,” Luz says.

Oh no.

“Is the French accent that bad?”

You’ve got to be shitting me.

“It’s not...great,” Andrew tells him, sighing. “You’ve only been here for a day, you’ll get it in time.”

“Just what I thought you’d say, mon amor,” Luz says, draping his arm over Andrew’s shoulder.

Andrew chuckles. “You’re a romantic even in the middle of a goddamn war.”

“Better than what Sobel would be.”

Andrew lifts up his mug. “Better than Sobel.” he says, taking a long swig. Luz pulls the mug away from Andrew.

“Hey, now,” Luz says. “I don’t want you tasting like boiled bullshit.”

“Well, why not?”

“If I wanted to kiss that, I’d just go ahead and sleep with Eisenhower.”

Andrew let out a fake gasp. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Luz smiles at him with the usual goofy grin. How the hell are we even doing this? Shouldn’t we be fighting a war? “Maybe I would.”

“Oh, General, please don’t take my man away! He’s all I’ve got left,” Andrew plays along.

“I’m sorry, Private, but he’s too damn charming,” Luz says, putting on a deep voice.

“Mercy me,” Andrew says before falling into a fit of laughter. Luz quickly follows, and the two of them were hunched over giggling in the middle of a war.

It only made the next few moments all the more real.

-

Being briefed was nothing to Andrew at this point. It was nothing to any of them. It was something they did, a mental prep before the full assault.

“The 88s we’ve been hearing have been spotted in a field, down the road aways,” Winters informs the men. “ Major Strayer wants us to take ‘em out. There are two guns that we know of, firing on Utah Beach, plan on a third and a fourth here,” Winters draws on his map, “and here. The Germans are in the trenches with access to the entire battery, and with machine gun cover in the rear. We’ll establish a base of fire and move under it hard and fast with two squads of three.”

Andrew only wondered what he would be put on. Probably covering fire.

“How many krauts do you think we’re facing?” Guarnere asks.

“No idea.” Fantastic.

“No idea?” Guarnere questions. He says what’s on everyone’s mind, at least.

“We’ll take some TNT along with us, to spike the guns. Lipton, your responsibility,” Winters says, and Lipton nods.

“Yes, sir,” The sergeant replies.

“Liebgott, you’ll take the first machine gun with Petty, A-Gunner,” Winters says, and Andrew’s heart flutters. A flutter. He knew damn well that Liebgott could take care of himself and he still worried about him. “Plesha, Hendrix, Luz, you take the other. Who does that leave?” Luz was on the same detail, just a different gun. They’d be fine, right?

Andrew raises his hand, along with Guarnere, Malarkey, Buck, the new guy Hall and Toye.

“Compton, Malarkey, Toye, Guarnere, Marin, okay. We’ll be making the main assault. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” they all say together.

We’ll be making the main assault. Andrew’s heart almost stops.

“Alright, let’s pack it up, boys,” Lipton says, and they all leave. Andrew’s still reeling. Main assault. Fucking shit.

-

“Three canons,” Buck says, and everything suddenly becomes far more real for Andrew. Yes, he had already killed people in this war but now it was time for what was supposed to be a mandated slaughter.

He sees Liebgott set up the machine gun. It was almost like he was watching a different person. Liebgott looked up at him for that split second with a face that screamed, Don’t get yourself killed.

“Take Ranney, envelop right, give covering fire,” Winters tells Ranney before turning to Lorraine. When the hell did he get here? “Lorraine, on the machine gun. Don’t give away your position until you have to. And I want that TNT as soon as you see we’ve captured that first gun. Go.”

Lipton replies with the standard “Yes, sir,” and they’re off to they’re position and Andrew’s back to his.

See, shooting at someone was very different than shooting at someone and being shot at in retaliation. The Germans seemed to have a never-ending cycle of bullets coming, flying by your head and shoulders and anywhere on your body that seemed to even slightly move.

Winters pulls the men away from Liebgott and Petty and through the trenches to the first 88. Then, of course, someone gets shot. It’s a damn war, everyone gets shot.

It’s Wynn who goes down and Andrew can’t tell where he’s been hit. Doc Roe isn’t here, and neither is Spina, so no one can call for a damn medic.

While Wynn is screaming about being sorry, a grenade is thrown into the trench. Winters yells at Toye to roll and he does, covering Wynn from the blast as well.

“Guarnere, Malarkey, Lorraine, secure that gun! Compton, Marin, covering fire!”

“Yes sir!” Andrew and Buck yell, and Andrew begins the fire while Buck checks on Wynn.

“Where’re you hit, Pop?” Andrew heard from behind.

“I can’t believe I fucked up. My ass, sir,” Wynn replies. The man’s been shot and he thinks it’s his own damn fault.

“Your ass?”

His ass? How the hell did he manage to get shot in the ass?

Winters and Buck haul him out of the trench and give him his gun. Popeye can make it back, he’s sure of it.

As Andrew keeps the covering fire, Buck drops his grenade.

“Grenade!” Buck shouts, and Andrew jumps out, back towards Popeye.“Toye! Get out of there!”

Except, Joe’s not out of there. Andrew’s heart drops as it goes off. Buck’s the first one back in there, to check on him, but Toye’s there, alive.

“Jesus Christ, fucking twice,” Toye says and Andrew can’t help but laugh.

“You lucky bastard!” Andrew laughs out. “Fucking twice!”

Approaching the second gun, no one expected any of the Germans to be alive after Buck popped another grenade into one of the fox holes.

“Nicht schiessen. Bitte, nicht schiessen. No make dead!” The soldier shouts at Toye, but to no avail. None of them know German. Would fucking kill to have Lieb here right now, Andrew thinks. He knows German, he can speak it too. Tell him enough to just shut the fuck up.

“Shut up,” Toye tells him, but the German doesn’t listen.

“Nicht schiessen. Nicht schiessen.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Toye points his gun at the German, which just makes him even more terrified.

“No make dead, no make dead-“

Joe finally decides to shut him up by punching him with his brass knuckles. How the hell did he keep those on the jump?

“Hey, Toye,” Andrew says. “Our goal is to kill Germans, not knock them the fuck out.”

“Got him to shut up, didn’t it?”

Andrew couldn’t argue with that.

As Andrew and Toye go back to covering fire, Andrew sees something truly bizarre come up from the trenches. It’s enough to make the Germans stop their fire.

It’s Malarkey, out in No Man’s Land, looking for something on the German’s. He’s checking their sidearms.

That man wants a goddamn Luger.

“He’s gonna get himself killed,” Andrew says. “He’s gonna get himself killed over a Luger.

Andrew swears he can hear Lieb yelling at Malarkey to come back, and he does, no sidearm in hand. Mission failed. Now get the fuck back here before the Germans realize who you are.

Malarkey rushes back, not a scratch on him, and he comes back around to the second gun with him and Andrew and Toye continue their covering fire. They’ve got to do it. Andrew feels the rush of a bullet pass over his head but he keeps firing. You have to. You’ve got no other choice.

Eventually, Andrew runs out of ammo. He looks around, frantically, trying to find something.

“Shit!” He shouts out before getting out his side arm. He’s got no other choice until someone finds something.

Andrew aims carefully and fires, hitting a German who just had his head a little too far out of the trenches. The man’s down — Andrew has either killed him or grazed him, but he’s down nonetheless.

No other Germans are up that far out. “Jesus, I need something, sir,” Andrew tells Winters.

“I’m trying, Marin!”

Like that, Sergeant Speirs was back with ammo, Some in his hand, some draped across his arms, but a good deal on his shoulders and neck. It was like he had raided the German’s supply house and took it all for himself.

“Winters, Hester said you needed ammo!” Speirs says, handing over some of it. “Mind if D Company takes a shot at the next gun?”

Winters nods and hands Andrew some ammo, but gives most of it to Malarkey to redistribute.

Andrew reloads and he’s back to his M-1, firing at the Germans.

He can only blink twice before Speirs has the first gun secured. What a hell of a man.

A bullet goes past — Andrew’s down into the ground. The wind’s knocked out of him and he’s looking around frantically. Everything is muddled, watered down. The pain is throbbing and white-hot and he can’t begin to think of where it’s coming from.

“Marin!” He hears someone shout — Lipton.

Lipton pulls Andrew up into a sitting position. Andrew can feel the warm wetness of blood trickling down into his ear and down the side of his neck. He reaches up and feels for his ear — it’s there, just not intact.

He blinks a few times. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” he reassures and grabs for his gun again. He can’t stop. The pain may hurt like a bitch but you can’t stop — nothing major was hit, so he has to keep going.

“Compton, police ‘em up, then pull out! Lorraine, Marin, Toye, move out!”

Andrew follows orders and he’s out and running back, M-1 in hand, like the rest of the men. Everyone’s still shouting, but it’s all a wet muddy pile of sound in one ear.

Lieb’s gonna kill you for this.

-

Andrew’s got his own little fire going and he’s “stew” out of an empty ammo box when Liebgott joins him. He’s cleaned up all the blood and discovered that a bit off the top of his left ear is missing. It’s not a lot, but it’s a hell of a lot more than a graze.

“I thought I told you not to get yourself killed, Drew.”

“You never said it,” Andrew replies, stirring the liquid in the box. “You looked it, though.”

“Same thing.”

“Not really, Lieb.”

“Andrew,” Liebgott says, making Andrew turn to face him. “I’m serious. If that bullet was just two centimeters to the right—“

“I know, Lieb, I know,” Andrew cuts him off. “You don’t think I’ve gone over the odds of it all myself?” Andrew pauses. “That Hall guy? He died, Lieb. I never got the chance to meet the Cowboy. Why do I get to live and he doesn’t?”

It’s quiet for a moment. Liebgott moves closer to Andrew, slipping his arm around the smaller man’s waist. He presses his forehead to Andrew’s.

“Promise me,” Liebgott says, “Promise me you’re not gonna die.”

“I promise,” Andrew replies, “If you don’t die either.”

“I promise.”

The kiss is soft, and Liebgott tastes like cigarettes and whatever alcohol he had in the douche and a half.

“Are you drunk, Lieb?” Andrew asks playfully.

“Nah, just a little bit of spirits to lighten the nerves is all,” Liebgott replies, pulling Andrew in closer. They kiss again, and Liebgott nibbles on Andrew’s lip before moving down and kissing along his jawline to his neck.

Andrew stifled a moan before he felt the little bit of a bite from Liebgott.

“Joe!” Andrew says, pulling away a bit. “You can’t leave any marks, we’ll get caught.”

There was that look in Liebgott’s eyes, one Andrew had seen a million times before. It was that sheer look of not caring, but now it was backed by a hunger, a deep want for more.

“I promise no one will see it,” Liebgott says before kissing Andrew again. Andrew nods and Lieb’s back to his neck, now unbuttoning the top of Andrew’s shirt. It’s just enough for Lieb to get to a spot that no one will see, and he’s quick about it too. Andrew’s back to buttoning his shirt back up in almost a minute.

“You’re a cheeky bastard, Lieb,” Andrew tells him, getting his food off of the fire.

“Not enough of a bastard to keep you from feeding me,” Liebgott says as Andrew pours some into Lieb’s mug.

“Oh yeah?” Andrew says, pulling away the ammo box. “Keep it up and see where that gets you.”

Andrew can’t tell if it’s a joke or not, but Lieb goes back for Andrew’s neck, kissing it one last time.

“Joseph Liebgott, I swear to god, I’ll beat your ass.”

“I wanna see you try, Drew.”

Andrew hits his shoulder with a spoon and Liebgott laughs. The sound seems to carry through the Assembly Area, all around them. Despite the still muddled part of his ear where Andrew hadn’t gotten out all of the blood, the sound of Liebgott’s laugh was as clear as crystal.

It was almost enough to make you fall in love with him.

-

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[prehistoricalcats]

JELLICLE QUEEN APPRECIATION MONTH

June 16th:

OCs

(Again there are no gifs, but please take this amazing art of Persi by @platothefluffbutt and this stillframe of "Baby Griz" which is basically what Hildebriar looks like)

For this one I'll be forcing myself to alter the format and removing the "favorite version" "favorite actress" and "favorite moment in he musical" questions because they simply don't apply here

I don't think I can do all my OC queens, but I wanna do at least Persi and Hildebriar, who I haven't yet discussed in detail or released a bio for yet, but she's important and I don't want to leave her out.

Persimmian

OC bio here, jelliclequeens submission here

What do you love about this queen?

She's a badass bitch that doesn't take shit from anyone. She's fierce, proud, strong, and fearless. But then she also has a soft side, and I love writing her in softer moments where her affection and/or concern for her friends bleeds through the tough outer shell

That being said, I equally love writing moments where she kicks ass and takes names, or where she's otherwise in intense serious business mode which is a phrase I've used to describe her in three separate posts now but it describes her so well 💙

What is your wlw ship with this queen?

I could see her hooking up with Cass. They're both tough strong and proud, they're both fighters, and both have a "lol fuck you" sort of attitude. Persi radiates "don't try me, you will fucking die" vibes that nicely compliment Cass's "try me, I fucking dare you" vibes. I think they would appreciate each other. And they would certainly appreciate each other, if you know what I mean ;)

I could also see her being attracted to Demeter, but I don't think Demeter would return the feelings. She's too angry and aggressive for Demeter's tastes, but I think Persi would be attracted to Demeter's kindness and courage, as well as everything else because dayum girl it's Demeter

But then Persi may be a bitch, but she ain't that kinda bitch. Once it was clear Demeter wasn't interested, she'd shrug off the attraction and move on. She ain't about to go chasing some queen that ain't interested

Hildebriar

In short, Hildebriar is the queen that plays Grizabella when the Jellicles (performers in my hc) put on their play about That One Particular Jellicle Ball™

Everyone else plays "a caricature of themselves" for most of the show, but Hildebriar only plays "herself" right at the very beginning (Baby Griz)

When I finally post her bio, I'll link it here

What do you love about this queen?

She's like that one teacher in every high school who absolutely does not tolerate bullshit and no one wants to misbehave in her class because they know she means business, but that most students love anyway because she treats everyone with respect and will work with you if you need help and be patient and chill about it instead of criticizing you, and she always has like a bowl of snacks or something on fridays just make sure you clean up after yourself or you won't get any next week

She's like that, but not a teacher. Just a caring, helpful authority figure in the tribe. She's stern and has a very no-nonsense demeanor, but she's secretly very sweet and caring. Which is awesome 💙

What is your wlw ship with this queen?

Oof idk. I've considered shipping her with Griz, but I've also considered making them sisters. And also considered that as strong a connection as that would make her playing Griz in the show kinda weird, so also considering the "good friends" route. Idk

Other than that I don't think I have any ships for her atm. She definitely isn't with Jenny or Jelly, because it simply wouldn't make sense with certain things that go down in my headcanon. Maybe in an AU?

Hmm maybe she had a lover (or several) that went with Abraxas when the tribe split up? Hmmmm… 🤔

I love coming up with new hcs right in the middle of writing these ^ ^

So anyway I think that's all of my own OCs I'm gonna do right now. May do more later in the month. Let me know if you want me to do one of yours!

Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

#my ocs #jellicle queen appreciation month #jellicle queens: OCs #jelliclequeens2020

[kashimos-hajime]

I’m not the anon, but I would love to know about your Harry Potter ocs! Like names and personalities and such!

alright here we go!! under the cut bc it might get LONG. i’m writing this in a wiki style for maximum understanding so hope you enjoy :^)

Ophelia Agrippina Warrington [b. June 12, 1980] is an English-Italian pureblood witch and the oldest daughter of Alistair Warrington and Caterina Warrington (née Savoy). She is the younger sister of Cassius Augustus Warrington and the elder sister of Octavia Aurelia Warrington. As the children of former Death Eaters, the Warrington children did not spend much time with their parents and instead lived on the family estate with their grandmother in Sicily to shield them from the backlash, where their parents’ teachings clashed with their grandmother’s ideals. She then quickly learned that it was better to just play along to appease those she was surrounded with rather than to speak her true thoughts. As such, Ophelia was raised to put on a front of pureblood superiority when, in truth, she held no such prejudices on her own. 

Ophelia began attending Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry in 1991 and was sorted into Slytherin House. There, she quickly became friends with Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini as well as members of the Quidditch team such as Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. In her fourth year at Hogwarts, Cassius was chosen as Hogwart’s Champion for the Triwizard Tournament after she convinced him to put his name in.

Physical Appearance Ophelia, much like her brother, is tall and muscular with rich, dark hair and dark brown eyes. Her features are paired with an aquiline nose and olive skin. She is often noted to look like her mother. In her first four years at Hogwarts, she was often seen with a healthy glow, a smile, and with the ring her mother gave her on a necklace around her neck.

After Cassius’ death, the ring is no longer present and her appearance is less put together. Dark circles were constant underneath her eyes and she grew thin. Her skin lost its colour and she was seen as nothing more than a ghost. During the Battle of the Seven Potters, she was struck with a deadly Severing Charm in the chest by her father, and would have died from both the blood loss and fall had Blaise Zabini not caught her and continued on. Although Molly Weasley did her best, the damage was too severe and long scars became permanent on her chest.

Personality and Traits Ophelia is an ambitious, clever witch who has a knack for lying to get out of trouble. Her ambition to become the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement set her as a hardworking individual who often aided others in excelling as well. This led to her becoming acquaintances and even friends with Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. Ophelia often had a very open heart that was sensitive to backlash and insults, which resulted in her often doing her best to blend in with the crowds she hung out with even though it was not who she truly was and impacted her negatively. Although she is kinder than her Slytherin housemates, Ophelia is not above doing whatever she needs to get what she wants as shown when she tricked Draco Malfoy into not docking points from members of Dumbledore’s Army, of which she was secretly apart of. 

After her brother’s death, Ophelia became embittered and passionate about the blood purity prejudice. She was often crass, no-nonsense, and spiteful, although the softer side of her still remained around her friends and sister. Over time, Ophelia’s grief mellowed and she healed, vowing to do what she could in her brother’s name. She no longer stood aside when people used the word ‘mudblood’ and trained harder to become an auror in hopes that nothing like Voldemort would ever occur again. Despite her lack of patience with blood purists, she showed genuine concern for Draco Malfoy during their sixth year, and did her best to sway him to her side during the Battle of Hogwarts.

#willowansweringasks #witchofinterest #c: ophelia warrington #this was really fun #i miss her a lot lool #it was like draco x oc #but also she didnt give a shit about draco too much #she was getting that education #it wasnt until like the war that really pushed them together #idk i wanna talk more about her so!! if any of yall curious #also idk why it got formatted weirdly but enjoy!

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FAR CRY 5 HOLIDAY EXCHANGE 2019 [FIC]

‘Sometimes Love is Not the Best Thing for You’

Faith Seed x Deputy Jada Hale, Sharky Boshaw, Boomer, Jess Black (mentioned), Grace Armstrong (mentioned)

Happy Holidays!! I loved writing your OC, and I really hope I brought her to life as well as you deserve–and that you enjoy it, most importantly! :) The title is from the song Darlin’ by Goodbye June.

[Hope County really was the most beautiful place she’d ever been. She couldn’t deny it, she doubted if anyone could deny it either. Every part of it was stunning.

The Holland Valley was lush, crawling with life and opportunity, and if it hadn’t been stained in blood and viscera, Jada could see herself kicking back in a lawn chair once or twice, chewing the fat with whoever happened to pass by. Maybe she’d have attended a church barbecue in the sticky heat of summer just so she could spend the whole thing hanging out with Grace. She knew that fire had forged her friendship with the sharpshooter, but she liked to think that if things’d been more casual, they would’ve gotten close anyways. She liked to think that about all her friends. 

She even liked bickering with John-he scared her a bit less than his brothers, made her angrier at times and sobered her at others. For all he was an evil, irritating bastard, he was human enough, and she was sure that if there wasn’t a war going they would have had a similar relationship. Snipping back and forth, fighting like cats and dogs. 

Really, though, even putting the people aside for a second, the valley was gorgeous. 

So were the mountains, despite the tension in the Soldier’s region and the horrors she’d faced there. She didn’t have much time to sightsee, but even when she was busy raising hell, the unwavering mountains had stared down at her, seeming really unbothered by all the bloodshed. The untouched snow on the high peaks in the distance was still white, even when everything south of them was stained red. 

In a less stressful time, Jess would’ve taken her hunting on the tricky slopes, shown her all the best footpaths. She could’ve spent hours like that, doing nothing with a good friend without needing a reason to do it, all while enjoying the crisp air and the pretty scenery.

But despite the glory of the valley and the majesty of the mountains, Jada definitely had a favorite region, and it was without question the Henbane.

There was a lot to do and see down by the Henbane river, but as much as she denied it and made her excuses, the one thing that took her breath away more than anything was the very reason she was in the region in the first place. She couldn’t help it; Faith Seed was more heady and ridiculously unfair than any cloud of bliss could ever manage to be. She was prettier than the lushest valley, and she was as dangerous and impossibly pure as the untouched snow on top of the highest mountain.

Maybe it was dramatic–sure, everyone she knew would mock her ruthlessly if she ever dared to voice any of those feature-film worthy thoughts–but Jada couldn’t help it. She should’ve been angrier at Faith than any of Joseph’s whackjob youth pastors, but she couldn’t even work herself into a slight frenzy where the Seed sister was concerned. Jada cared about her, wanted her to do better than her adoptive brothers. The fact that Faith Seed was as bad a choice as bad choices got, and that she was probably getting a Bliss overdose, didn’t stop her from stumbling right back into the bed she’d started in.

Faith was asleep, curled up into her side. Jada wondered, while idly playing with soft strands of blonde hair, if she was dreaming about a glorious conversion. If she was dreaming that she was leading Jada up the path to righteousness; their hands clasped together as they smiled, trotting towards Joseph like a pair of lovebirds ready to breach the gates to the garden. It was a funny picture, if a terrifying one. Jada didn’t like to think about what would happen if Joseph found out about his sister’s heretical…indiscretions.

She wasn’t the first woman to bear the name Faith Seed. Jada found out, felt consumed by a sense of hope and a powerless drive to share that information. To say: “Here, Rachel, I know what he’s done; you have to get out of here.”

So she’d done just that, because, again, she hadn’t had a choice. She was pulled back into the Bliss as if on a string, and she’d delivered herself to the siren with a fistful of letters and little else. The frenzy in her eyes, the half-crazed insistence in her words…it hadn’t made the difference she’d hoped it would. After she’d finished, Faith had brushed the evidence out of her hands and laughed, giving her a tight hug. The arms that wrapped around her brought forth Faith’s signature Bliss perfume; made Jada’s head spin and her knees weak. Maybe it wasn’t just the Bliss–she was getting more used to that. In all likelihood, the jelly-feeling in her legs was probably coming from Faith herself. Honestly, Jada doubted she’d ever get used to that, and that scared her even more than the Father himself.

“I know, silly,” Faith giggled, almost chided, like she was talking to her fondest friend. She cupped Jada’s face in her hands. “It’s different. I was made to be Faith Seed. The fact that you’re here is proof of that.” Jada’s tongue had been stupid and hard to control, and in a rush of anger about being so stupid as to think he hadn’t brainwashed her that far, it’d spat something out she now wished it hadn’t. 

“What if the fact I’m here is proof you shouldn’t be?” She said quickly, the urgency still lingering. She still had hope that things could change. That she could break through the parts of her that Joseph had blocked off and finally have Faith–or Rachel, or whoever she really was–in full. “You can be better than this,” she added, a little breathless, caught in eyes that went on forever. Eyes that, for once, didn’t look sympathetic or condescending. She felt like she was looking through time, back at Rachel Jessop. Before Joseph had gotten to her, when she was empty and in need of something.

It wouldn’t last forever, because Faith wasn’t just someone empty who needed to be filled up with love. She was full of horrible toxic shit; the stuff Joseph had crammed down her throat until she was full of it. She needed to be lanced–the poison needed to be drained–but in that moment, Jada’s empathy was enough to tamp down everything else; it was enough to make the girl warm for a second.

That moment was enough to keep Jada there, relaxed, unarmed and waiting. She really wanted Faith to be free and happy, and that was what was going to kill her.

This time, she was safe. This time, the girl inside the siren had welled up and nearly spilled out; she was so desperate to crawl to the genuine kindness offered. Not the slippery snake-oil kindness offered by Joseph and his ilk, but a real, desperate need for things to be better, for her to feel loved. Jada felt like she was nothing but a pit of extremes, and her drive for vengeance and dominion over the Seeds was exchanged–in Fatih’s case–for endless second chances and silly hope.

Faith was still a human being; she had a lot of things about her that made her perfect for the charming, surface-level perks of Eden’s Gate. She was kind, sweet; she sought recovery and help for her followers, she kissed like an angel and wrapped her arms around Jada and told her she could be so much more, too.

Jada was used to talking in violence and conflict, but Faith spoke a different language. Around her, at least. It was softer, but it hurt a lot worse. She whispered butterfly kisses down Jada’s neck and screamed so sweetly underneath her. So loud, so sweet, she thought it sounded almost like church bells.

If there was any niggling doubt that Joseph was just playing her through Faith’s false love, the way they were when they were together really dispelled it for Jada. There was no way that could be faked, especially not when Faith looked at her like she was the world. For once, she didn’t spout off a quote from the mad prophet or a sob story or blow Bliss into her face. She just looked at her, smiled, and whispered three little words. Jada never said them back, but it didn’t matter. The absence of three little words didn’t mean shit when she kept running back like she didn’t care if it would kill her as long as she got to Faith one last time.

It was pathetic, and if anyone she knew were more in the know about it, they’d agree. They already had some idea–Jess’s blank look whenever Jada said she was going back to the Henbane; Sharky always worrying about where she was going when she ran off in a hurry. She was nearly crippled by her fear of disappointing them, of letting the resistance down. 

Not crippled enough to resist making her way back to the river, though.

Faith stirred in her arms, sighing awake as she nestled closer. 

“You’re thinking,” she whispered. Even scratchy, her voice was sweet. “I can hear it.”

“I’m always thinking,” Jada mumbled, moving to trace patterns on Faith’s bare shoulder. “I think Sharky and I should burn down some Bliss this weekend. A few fields. Then, if we’re up for it, maybe we’ll set up a sniper’s nest and start picking off–” Faith hushed her, the sound coming as an exhausted breath as she pressed a small kiss to Jada’s collarbone. “I remember when I first saw you. In the church. I remember when Joseph told me you were more than the snake. I was so happy.” “See, and I just wondered what a pretty girl like you was doing with a family like yours.” She laughed, and Jada felt accomplished; the nasty attempts at lashing out smothered in her chest, dead on her lips. Faith was just too damn sweet, her laugh was angelic. Everything they said about her…it was all true. The good things, at least. 

“I wonder, too, what you’re doing with all those boys in the sheriff’s department. With Charlemagne Boshaw. They’re no good, Jada. They’re bringing you down.” “See, you think my family sucks, I think your family sucks…wanna just cut and run?” Jada’s thumb traced down Faith’s soft cheek. The words were dead things that smelled sweet. Nothing would happen. Nothing would come of them. Faith still smiled to hear them, and Jada smiled back.

“Do you want to run?” Faith asked, craning her neck to look at her properly. “I thought you were stubborn to the end.” “Well, yeah. I can be stubborn about different things, though. I could be stubborn about you, about getting you out. We could start our own little cult, a cult of two. We’ll just sit around all day and worship each other.”

“That sounds good,” Faith agreed. She didn’t say anything about heresy, about her purpose–for a minute, they were just quiet. All either heard was the other’s breathing and it was nice just to be like that. Almost like they were people. But they weren’t; they were a siren and a deputy, so the moment they had–like every other one they had–passed.

“Maybe,“ Faith proposed, in a small, low voice, “I’m in this family so that I can bring you into the flock.” Jada closed her eyes, brow furrowed. “Does there have to be a holy reason? Can it just be?” “It already is. You can do good, Jada. You want to, desperately. If you let us help you, if you let yourself see…”

There goes the pillow talk. Anger welled in the deepest part of her throat, and strained her words.

“Does nothing I showed you matter? He killed those women. What makes you any different?”

There was a small moment of silence, and then Faith was slipping away. Jada closed her eyes, already nursing the sting of losing another battle, when the warmth beside her moved and a weight settled above her. Jada opened her eyes and all she saw was Faith–the Siren, Rachel–straddling her hips and staring down at her. 

Her mouth was dry, and she swallowed, resisting the urge to gasp when Faith’s too-cold fingers grazed her ribcage. 

“The difference?” Faith asked, and her eyes shone. She smiled slightly; she looked entirely too serene for the places her hands were moving to, and she leaned down close, hair falling and veiling them both from the world. 

Just shy of a kiss, she whispered something else, and Jada had no chance to respond to it before their mouths touched. And then that was it. She had a war to fight, but that evening, she lost one more battle. They things they did together were sweet, left Jada weak as a kitten. Usually, it would have left her satisfied and comfortable, but not this time. This time, when Faith collapsed breathing heavy, Jada stared at the ceiling and felt hollow inside. 

She couldn’t not wrap her arms around Faith; she had to, because she was there. That, and parts of her still believed that a tighter embrace had more of a chance of changing anything. She closed her eyes tightly again, felt white noise behind her eyes but kept the tears in. Faith fell asleep, and Jada held her as long and as tight as she could.

When the sun poked up above the purple horizon the following morning, she absconded; she peeled herself away from Faith’s warmth and her sweet Bliss smell and her kisses, her smile, and her eyes.

Boomer was waiting right outside the door, and barked at her as she woke him up. She shushed him, hopping on one foot and then the other to pull her boots on. She felt like a teenager, and he was tattling on her. Only worse; she was trying to escape her enemy, who she might’ve fucked again. 

No one stopped them as they slipped back into the forest. If anyone saw, it was one of those “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” things. It was always like that, even when she finally made it back to the jail. The sheriff nodded, said he had a job for her. Said something about a jacked-up moose-judge in the woods, but she wasn’t really listening. She’d get it done.

Some of the freedom fighters were oblivious. A few weren’t, and they looked at her funny. They trusted her; they doubted the rumors, but were almost waiting for her to blow herself up while professing her love for Faith Seed and the Father and all that jazz.

She didn’t. Don’t ask, don’t tell.

Later, she and Sharky were clomping through the forest, and she almost had her mind off of things. She was busy looking at a set of tracks while Boomer barked at nothing–Should’ve brought peaches–when he broke the rule.

“Chica,” he began cautiously. “You…being smart?” She froze up at that. Sharky Boshaw was possibly the second biggest dumbass in the county, second only to Hurk. He was the one who told her to throw the pipe bomb and take two steps back; he carried a flamethrower around and blared disco to attract angels. He didn’t question whether or not she was making good choices.

“I’m on your side,” she snapped; a bit too harsh and abrupt. She looked up to see him nodding, as troubled as she’d ever seen him. 

“Alright, dude, sorry. Just…shit.”

“…yeah.” She sighed, closing her eyes for a minute. “It’s not gonna happen again.” “How many times is that now?” “I haven’t been counting.” “Betcha she has.” She gave him a sharp look, and he held his hands up, defensively. 

“Look, I get it,” he said, “but you of all people know she’s bad news. I don’t want you to get hurt. Feelings, or…other. Y’know?” She deflated a bit, felt bad for being defensive at all. What the fuck are you doing? He should have said. Stop fucking the mass murderer. It sounded so easy in her head.

“Yeah,” she said, voice thin, and after a too-long pause. “I know.” And she did. 

“The difference?” Faith had repeated, after Jada asked her about her predecessors. She’d come so close that the words were just for them; they were so low, so intimate that no God above could’ve heard them.

“The difference is that I won’t fail.”

That confidence had driven Jada out of bed that morning, made her swear off the Seeds entirely, and for good. 

Sharky sensed that she was thinking too hard, and huffed. “Look, use ‘em, abuse ‘em, lose ‘em, right? Girl power. Kinda hot to picture, too, I mean–” “Shut the fuck up.” “Yep, yep yep yep. Let’s go start a forest fire.” Very confidently, he started off in the completely wrong direction, and she felt an unbidden smile tug on her lips. Sharky was dumb as bricks, but he might’ve been the smartest guy she knew. She started off after him, content to spend an afternoon on a simple hunt-and-kill mission. In the front of her brain, she tried not to think of it. Pushed it away; Faith was gone with everything else.

Except she wasn’t. She was still there, and Jada thought about the letters, the evidence, the truth. She’d offered Faith everything. She’d offered her anywhere else and as much love as she had; she’d slipped between her warm thighs and laid it out bare. Dozens of times, sure, but this time had felt different. Because everything she had wasn’t enough; she didn’t compare to Joseph and Eden and war and death and suffering.

She believed that Faith loved her; she’d said it often enough. She’d softened into a human under Jada’s keen eye. But Jada was quickly coming to the realization that it might not have been enough. Something felt settled. Something felt finished.

But Jada was still a fucking fool at heart, and Faith had called it; she was stubborn to the end. And while a growing part of her suspected that particular end would be a lot more painful than sneaking out of bed at sunrise, the rest of her wasn’t about to give up on anyone or anything worth fighting for. For what had to be the hundredth time, she hatched a brand new plan for bringing Faith home. She also steamrolled the familiar voice in her head that promised her it was a lost cause. 

It didn’t matter, because she was gonna fix the county, and Rachel Jessop just had the misfortune of living there and being as sweet and hot as she was crazy. 

Boomer came to trot beside her, and barked at her, like he was judging her for her decision.

“Oh, what do you know?” She grumbled, notching an arrow as the moose came into her sights. “You’re a dog.” So are you, Boomer’s sweet, judgemental eyes seemed to say. We both come when we’re called.

Or maybe she was projecting. She let her arrow loose, and decided not to worry about it for a while.]

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Your OC’s backstory - Week 4: Skills

Between the softer, more emotional things, now’s the time for facts: This week, we talk about the skills that define your character, for the good or for the bad.

Questions | What is it, that makes them extraordinary? The capabilities they are most proud of? The things they can do, that few others can? Did they always have it, or did they need to learn mastering their craft the hard way? When and how did they realize their proficiency? Did they have a mentor or a teacher? Are they even a techer themselves? And how did their skills help or hinder them?

Prompt | In short: Write about one of these situations! Either a moment, in which their proficiency or skills saved the day, the moment in which they realized how capable they indeed are (or that moment where someone else realized it), or the one moment in which their skills left them for the first time.

As always, if you @ me, tag #yourocsbackstory  - AND - (for tumblr reasons) best even drop it as a dm! I will reblog during the course of the coming weekend (1 / 2 June).

Remember, the drabble is the important thing – and if you haven’t taken part before, I don’t mind, you can join in whenever you wish!

Looking forward and I hope to read from many of you :)

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