#oc creators unite!

[karimac]

After seeing the new Deadpool & Wolverine trailer...

Yes, my OC is going to be busy once Deadpool and Wolverine hits. Until then, a bit of a tale that may or may not work into what is to come!

No explicit warnings on this one except for language. I still say 18+ because this is Wolverine and Deadpool and it could lead into who knows what down the road.

Word count: Approx. 1,500

"Kari, what the hell is that?" Dev asked as she looked up overhead at the glowing portal that hovered about one thousand feet above the entrance to your bakery, Cutie Pie Tutti. "Is Wong taking a weird way back to the Sanctum? Or is this some a-hole trying to invade new York again?"

"That would be a hard no on Wong," you replied as you felt a flood of emotions and pain hit you as you watched two men plummet from the opening in the sky above. "And this next part isn't going to be pretty. For them or for me."

((Why the fuck am I doing this? Kari, if you're here, I can't stop)) a voice said in your mind as the feelings started to get stronger and much more melancholy. His voice was washed in whiskey and regret, and you saw your face bathed in fire in flashbacks, so you knew this would not be good.

You unfurled your raven-like wings and started to make a beeline for the portal before the two souls that leaped out of it hit the ground or, worse yet, some bystander down below. "Merlin, I guess you were right, but maybe for the wrong reasons," you sighed as you moved faster to get to that damned portal. An idiot must have cast it, and these two likely had no idea if they were jumping into a pool party or a war zone. "Hey! You two need an assist? Don't struggle, and I'll guide you to the ground," you shouted as you mentally reached out to see if they were actually in trouble or just trying a new tactic to invade this dimension. Just because one of them knew you doesn't mean they were on the side of the angels.

A bit of judiciously applied TK helped bring the two men to the ground without incident. A few people gave you funny looks until a kid started yelling about The Avengers, and everyone just sort of dispersed after that.

Sometimes what you called "muscle memory" kicked in as the life of one of your shards came crashing into yours. More than one of your parts had called James Howlett your husband, lover or friend. You weren't sure which this one was just yet. But here he was. Wolverine. And...Deadpool? You knew him, too, in another world where he was the begrudgingly-named bestie of Nathan Summers. This was going to be an experience like no other. How many times had you actually thought that recently? Too many to count.

"Let's fucking...hot smoking chimichangas! No fucking way!" the guy in the red and black uniform said as his companion just stopped and stared. Yes, this loon was indeed Wade Wilson. "I know that isn't the usual redhead you have wet dreams about, Peanut. She is decidedly down one husband in a blue body condom with a visor glued to his head."

"Shut up, Wade," the yellow and blue clad warrior mumbled as he stepped forward. "She told me every world had a Kari in it. Damned near close anyway. You heard me? The buzz kicked in. Feels...good."

"That I did," you said under your breath as you quickly scanned both men to see if they needed healing beyond their own unique abilities. "Even if the echo is through time and space, if you were a part of my life anywhere, then I can hear you. You're going to need about a million beers and barrels of whiskey before it will make any sense."

"Red, I don't give a shit," Logan said as he walked over, keeping his gaze on you the whole time. "And you saw...the end? Her end. I mean."

"You and I can talk about that over a bottle of whiskey when you are good and ready. And if you never are? We still have the whiskey."

"And this is where she says she has a boyfriend," Deadpool said as he seemed to be talking to someone neither you nor Logan could see.

"Me and Red...had an understanding. Friends. We were both too hung up to get past that. Most of the time it was OK, but at the end..."

"It wasn't. I get it, James," you whispered as you put your hand on Wolverine's shoulder. "Now, I need to get you off the streets before some bureaucratic knucklehead rolls up and tries to figure out what's going on for themselves. Always a bad idea. When did you guys last eat? We can go to my place. And before you get all weird, Wade, I own a bakery-cafe. It's what keeps me sane. Sometimes. If I'm lucky."

"Hey, who's Tinkerbell?" Logan asked as Dev came roaring down the street on a motorcycle she had borrowed from one of your employees.

"Cute, but introductions later. Press was covering the portal pop up," Dev said as she flashed her phone to show NY1's anchors delivering the play-by-play of the portal rescue. "I called Wong. And Bruce. And Sam. I am not telling Bucky one of your other significant others popped in to say hello."

"Bucky? The Wisconsin Mascot Fuck'em Bucky? Big. Burly. Furry head. Wears a red shirt," Wade chirped as Dev shot him a look. "Well, it begs asking, Gabrielle. Bucky. Of course it’s a guy named Bucky. Bet it really does rhyme with Fu...”

"Do you want to end up in a floating prison in the middle of the Atlantic? No? Good," you grumbled as Dev shook her head and groaned under her breath. "And I know, Dev. Everybody needs to know, but not like this..."

You gave a half smile to Logan as you blinked for a moment. It felt nice to share a psionic rapport again with someone. You would not go digging in his mind, and you put barriers around most of what you needed to keep private before you got them to the ground. You opened a green portal to your bakery-cafe, but it led to the apartment upstairs. "Here, you two make yourselves at home...shit."

"I never got to tell you Bruce and Sam were visiting Wong at the Sanctum," Dev said as an orange portal closed on the other side of the room. "Oops."

"Oops my fine Irish arse, Devnet!" you growled as you now had to explain who these two spandex-clad gentlemen were and why they were here. "No, this is not happening today. Period."

"A little late for that," Bruce said as he looked at the two men standing just behind you.

"Wait, I know you. Wolverine," Sam said as he extended his hand. "I met you before. In that mystical bar Kari's brother had pop up near Grand Central."

"Not me, bub. Must have been my clone," Logan said as he gave you a look of utter bewilderment. "Any beer here, Red?"

"Second shelf of the fridge, all Irish labels, but please avoid that large purple bottle. That's a gift for someone," you said as you motioned for everyone to take a seat. "Wong, that portal. It was different. Inter-dimensional. And one question, Logan, did you come looking for me?"

"We were escaping a hellscape with a loony bald telepath in a trenchcoat. Logan's visions of you were not part of it until we almost went splat on landing. Howdy doo, Wade Wilson, the famous..."

"In his own mind," Logan grunted.

"The famous Deadpool! And you three are? I know Gabrielle over there. Where the hell is Xena anyway?"

"Sam Wilson, Captain America," you said as you pointed to your friends. "Wong, Sorceror Supreme, and Dr. Bruce Banner..."

"I get big and green. They call me The Hulk," Bruce said as Devnet sat down near him. "Good to see you again, Dev."

"We need to go to another fun restaurant soon, Bruce. I may need a good stiff drink after this mess. Devnet Casey. Not Gabrielle. Not Tinkerbell."

"So, you know Kari? Like know know Kari? The other one was married to her in another dimension," Sam asked as you looked at Logan and shook your head.

"Guys, can we let these fellas get a rest? Please? I promise we will get this all sorted out...when I'm ready to explain everything. I mean everything. I'll make sure they don't break the timeline or end up in The Raft."

"And what about Bucky? How do you plan to explain this to him?" Sam asked as you grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. OK, it was more like the wail of a banshee, but it was still technically a scream. Even Deadpool jumped as some of the photos on the wall fell. "OK," Sam added, "forget I asked."

"No, just make sure you are free this weekend, barring any world- ending events," you replied as you waved your hand and the photos moved back to their spots on the wall. "Friday to Sunday you will all be my guests in Ireland. Heaven help me, I'm bringing the lot of you home."

Tags: @historygeekfics, @chickensarentcheap, @arrthurpendragon, @darsynia (if anyone wants to be removed, just let me know)

#ocappreciation #oc appreciation #fyeahsuperverseocs #oc creators unite! #wolverine #logan howlett #deadpool #wade wilson #captain america sam wilson #wong sorceror supreme #bruce banner #hulk #kari macorish #devnet casey #mcu #mcu oc #mcu multiverse #mcu multiversal oc

[ayyydra]

If you see this and have a trisona/trigun oc please tell me about your oc…

#oc creators unite I want to SEE #GIVE ME YOUR OCS

[nimata-beroya]

Note: Since my old masterlist is getting notes again (and I'm hosting @tbb-appreciation-week this year), I thought it's a good time to release a new version with a lot more resources. If any of you know another site or thing that it's missing from the list, let me know and I'll include it!! [Altho, I'm getting this close 🤏 to the hyperlinks limit on this thing 😆]

Note 2: To avoid tagging the 3 people from whom I got multiple resources repeatedly, I've placed 1-3 asterisks between square brackets after the links, depending on the OP. I give the respective credit to them in a legend at the end of the post.

PLACES / TIME

Interactive Galaxy Map by Henry Bernberg

Map of the Galaxy

List of planets and moons [Wikipedia /needs expanding]

Planet Name Generator 1 [SciFi Ideas]

Planetary System Generator [Donjon]

Tatooine Location References [*]

Various locations Cross-Sections (Jedi Temple, Palp's office, Tipoca City & more) [**]

Republic - Separatist - Hutt space during the Clone Wars

Hyperspace Travel Times (to calculate how much time would take to go from point A to point B within the GFFA)

Standard Calendar and Holidays [including month names!]

Galactic Standard Calendar [wookiepedia // including week day names]

Date converter according to SWTOR [Google sheet]

Dated Star Wars Chronological Order (Movies + live-action shows + animation)

TCW Chronological Timeline by @mauvrix

Estimated date for: shared by @spectres-fulcrum

Partisans' attack on Onderon

Siege of Lasan

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

General

Star Wars Name Generator 1 [Donjon]

Star Wars OC flow chart by @thefoodwiththedood

Star Wars Name Generator 2 [FantasyNames]

Star Wars Name Generator 3 [FantasyNames]

MetaHuman [Unreal Engine]

The character creator

Droid Name Generator

Star Wars Randomizer by @aureutr

Character Picrew [Twi-leks, Zabraks, Torgutas and Nautolans] @/megaramikaeli

Jedi

Taking a Closer Look at the Jedi Order in Star Wars Canon [Meta/Reference Guide] [**]

Jedi Order Structure Flowchart by @rileys-nest

Mandalorians

Mandalorian Armor design by MandoCreator

Keepers of the Way (Mandalorian Lore) [*]

Clones

Complete List Of Named Clone Troopers shared by @propheticfire (Organized by Unit)

Clone Creator [MandoCreator]

Clone Picrew

Star Wars Character Templates by SmacksArt [the ULTIMATE battery of template for any human/humanoid original character in any era. From troopers to droids, from Jedi to Sith, from KOTOR to the sequel Trilogy. 100% RECOMMENDED]

Basic Guide to Clone Trooper Armour by @odekiisu

GAR structure summary by @intermundia

The Clone Wars Republic Military Hierarchy Flowcharts [***]

Clone Trooper Lore [*] [Ranks, Culture, Training, Organization, etc.]

Clones and Kamino [*]

The Bad Batch Characters Concept Art shared by @shadowthestoryteller

MISCELLANEOUS

Star Wars Character Age Comparison Chart by @the-yearning-astronaut

Tusken Raiders lore by @snarwor

Materials (fabrics, leathers, silks, plastics, construction, metal composites, etc.)

Materials in Star Wars by marvel_dc_heart_throbs

Star Wars Fashion [*]

Leisure, Art, Musical Instruments, Ethnography [*]

Political and Criminal Organizations in the GFFA [**]

Financial reference about credits by @thecoffeelorian

List of TCW Opening Quotes

Transcripts of all the TCW episodes shared by @book-of-baba-fett

Star Wars Crawl Creator [not exactly writing-related, but just for fun]

HEALTH AND MEDICINE

Canon Medical Lore [*]

Real World reference for Field organizational structure for corpsman (medics) [*]

Kaliida Shoals Medical Center (Republic Haven-class medical station) shared by @clonewarsarchives

GAR Battalion Aid Station [*]

GAR Clone Medic Q/A [*]

More combat medicine, shipboard medicine, veteran issues, and military culture [*]

SHIPS AND VEHICLES

Ship Generator 3D

Ship Name Generator

All Terrain Tactical Enforcer (AT-TE) shared by @stairset

Republic Vessels Reference [*]

Low Altitude Assault Transport/Infantry (LAAT/i) [*]

List of GAR Flagships in the Clone Wars by @meandmyechoes

Layout of the Havoc Marauder

Dimensions of various ships from the Clone Wars [**]

FOOD AND DRINKS

Star Wars Menu Generator

In-Universe Alcoholic beverages

Canon Cocktails (recipes) [*]

Another In-Universe Drinks list shared by @systemic-dreams

Teas in Star Wars by marvel_dc_heart_throbs

Foodstuff [*]

Canon Star Wars Holiday Recipes [*]

Trask Chowder Recipe (from The Mandalorian) [*]

LANGUAGES; PHRASES AND SLANG; VOCABULARY

Languages of the Galaxy [*]

Script of different languages in the GFFA by @lucif-hare-blog

In-Universe phrases and slang [Google sheet]

List of phrases and slang [wookiepedia]

List of equivalents to real-world objects [wookiepidia]

Talk Like a Clone Trooper shared by @archeo-starwars

Aurebesh Translator [Aurebesh.org]

Learning Aurebesh Tools [Aurebesh.org] Reading - Writing.

Mando'a Database [Mando.org]

Mando'a Transcripticon [MandoCreator] (Create your own text in the Mando'a script.)

@project-shereshoy (Blog that collects and posts sources for Mando'a from all over the internet.)

Mando’a Categorized Spreadsheet

Learning Mando'a Tools [MandoCreator] Reading - Writing.

Setting Thesaurus Entry: Spaceport [Writers helping writers]

Fan-created Conlangs

@dai-bendu-conlang (Jedi Culture Explored) (This blog is the home of the Dai Bendu Conlang, invented by the Archive of Our Own Users aroacejoot, @ghostwriterofthemachine, and loosingletters for the Jedi Order in Star Wars.)

Lasana Lexicon by Anath_Tsurugi (fandom lexicon of the Lasat Language)

HELPFUL BLOGS & SITES

The amazing @fox-trot, who not only makes astonishing art and write an amazing fic, she also responds to medical questions and gives all kinds of references for writing medic characters. Check her #medicposting tag and you'll find tons of information. Also check #star wars reference and her art tag while you're at it.

@writebetterstarwars, which seems to be inactive, but there are a bunch of references there.

@howtofightwrite The place to find out how to write a good fight scene.

@scriptmedic no longer active, but it has a great deal of useful information.

@scripttorture for your whump needs. Major trigger warning for all its content.

@sw-anthrobiology A blog dedicated to collecting headcanons about the biology and cultures of Star Wars species.

@archeo-starwars In-universe sources on culture and history.

@clonewarsarchives Resources & Concept Art Blog for The Clone Wars animated series.

Wookiepedia If you don't find something in here, it's probably because it doesn't exist, neither as a canon nor legends reference.

Star Wars Databank: The official Star Wars website's reference guide. All canon.

WRITING IN GENERAL (For those who don't want to die like Stormtroopers)

SlickWrite: Completely free; online. Checks grammar, punctuation, flow, and writing style according to different settings (including fiction writing).

ProWritingAid: [RECOMMENDED] One of the most thorough online proofreader I've ever used. Although when using a free account gives extremely thorough feedback, with +20 different in-depth reports, for only the first 500 words. However, you can earn a premium account license (for a year or for life) if you get 10 or 20 new users signing up for free; (if you wouldn't mind doing so using the link above and help me earn mine, please). The settings allow you to check your writing according to your needs, from general to formal to creative. It has a bonus that you can check depending on the genre you're writing. For example, in creative, you can choose romance or sci-fiction (there are 14 sub-genre in total). And just like google docs, you can share a document, and people can view, comment or edit it too.

LanguageTool: [RECOMMENDED] Another excellent proofreader. It also has a word limit in free accounts, but if you use the add-on for Google Docs, it counts each page as a new document, so hitting the word limit is nearly impossible. It helps you to rewrite a sentence (3 a day), even if it doesn't raise any flags; it's very useful for when your sentence is grammatically correct, but it doesn't feel quite right.

Grammarly, Hemingway Editor: No so great, but they do the basic job.

Legend

[*] Shared by @fox-trot [**] Shared by @gffa [***] Shared by @cacodaemonia.

#star wars writing resources #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #the mandalorian #sw rebels #tcw #tbb #the book of boba fett #andor #obi wan kenobi series #tales of the jedi #ahsoka show #sw resistance #writing resources #long post

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Hii I need some help on making CoD ocs 😭 do people usually do research of military uniforms and tactical equipment of what country the oc originated from or just default clothing added with tactical equipment, does it have to be accurate?

Hello! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Yes, me and my mutual friends, and usually people who makes CoD OC's would do some research! Search about what? About the military system of the country, your OC originates from!

If they're American, then the military is called the United States Armed Forces (USAF) and is usually divided into six service branches: the Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force, and Coast Guard. If they're from the UK, then the military is called the British Armed Forces, divided into three branches: Army, Royal Navy, and Royal Air Force. Lots of the British regiment names have "Royal" in front of it since it's, you know, British.

or if your OC comes from other countries, you can check the name of the military, the division, and then the 'group' they belong in. Usually, CoD characters commonly belong to the special forces/anti-terrorism group of the country. Like, USA has SEAL, Delta Force, MARSOC, etc., UK has SAS, SRR, SBS, etc., Mexico has FES, and all of those groups around the world!

From that, you can learn about the tactical pieces of equipment! I would encourage you to learn about it as well so that you can make your OC actually look/seem like they belong in the same world as the actual characters. You can take references from Google, YouTube, Wikipedia, or you can ask someone who takes an interest in the military culture to be your teacher. For me, it's my precious friend @shadeops21!

For more details, you can also look up their uniforms, the camo they wear, the ranks in the military, how someone can enlist or become an officer, and so much more!

I know it's overwhelming. I felt that way too 🥹 as a girl who just wants to draw, it's a lot of info to take in, but learn slowly, watch some videos, and look at some images!

Of course, no one would expect us OC creators to make a 100% accurate depiction of the real-world military. Some of us are just CoD game and story enjoyers who want to pour our love into the characters and it's totally okay. However ☝️ an attempt of making our OC to be as convincing and as accurate as we can make it is always worth it.

Lastly, don't forget to read the Call of Duty lore itself! It's the original source, and we gotta respect it too so we can insert our own OC in it.

All in all, don't forget to have fun! (❁´◡`❁)

#sleepy answers #call of duty #call of duty oc #original character

[multitrackdrifting]

LobCorp Recommended Mod Guide (One-step install modpacks now linked below 1 for QoL but close to vanilla, and one to smooth over the progression curve/reduce grind)

As someone who played LobCorp vanilla (and strongly adovcate aganist it unmodded even for the theme of the story) these are my mod recommendations. I don't have the time to actually test these but these are what I think would help a lot of people play this game.

Basemod is a mod management platform that allows LobCorp to be modded - and because the game has a lot of jank that don't really speak to the game's actual difficulty curve a lot of it is worth modding out or adjusting even if you don't want to reduce the difficulty bad QoL is not an actual difficulty curve so some of the time you spend in this game is a result of jank and not actual mechanical depth or challenges. More below.

Original Basemod 5.1.1 guide (explains in simple terms how to install it in 2nd paragraph, unlinked mods are in here. This is the most popular mod guide afaik). A lot of the mods are translated/adapted from the forum DC Inside from the original BM creator abcdcode. Basemod 5.2 (unofficial) guide (maybe check this if some older ver. mods don't work) NexusMods (for most English mods that might help).

Make the game playable [QOL Focused, does not actually functionally change anything about the game's actual mechanics] (the game will still be hard as nails but without the jank that should be in the game):

Infinite Rerolls (95% of lategame difficulty is being trolled by RNG, if you don't want to use this mod, you can hit "return to menu" in the vanilla game to retry from last day without repo rewinding). [Checked]

Employee Group Select (the base game makes it really hard to micro departments unless you really like RTS) [Broken For Me]

Detailed Work-Related Stats (see discrete success chances as opposed to vague wording). [Checked]

Work Macro (holding Shift Auto-repeats work, great for mindlessly farming when all ordeals for a day are over). [Checked]

Agent List (Hitting TAB shows department select as opposed to an ordeal being required to do this). [Checked]

Shield Health Viewer (Shields actually show how much mitigation is remaining, notably absent from vanilla). [Checked]

Agent Recustomization (no longer costs 1 LOB to make your OCs or friends). [OLD] Have not found a working version.

Make the game approachable for all to enjoy [Removing constraints but still keeping MOST difficulty in but respecting your time because the game is absurdly grindy]:

Full-Time Employees (Your units remain if you go back to day 1) <== super good if you dont want to re-grind units every time you rewind. This means yo uwon't have to go through the bs of re-farming stats and can focus solely on gear-farm & doing the story while optimizing your Abno picks with infinite rerolls). [checked]

Overtime Pay (stat-grinding now gives extra points) [checked]

Instant Stat Gains (don't have to end a day to get rewarded with stat increases) [arguably a QoL mod too not gamebreaking]

Rewarding Ordeals (boosted EGO gift odds and stat growths after ordeals killed) [untested]

Extra Justice Attribute (justice now scales DPS) [works somewhat]

Increase Max EGO to 5 (reduces the re-roll grinding substantially) [Checked]

Speedup (increase game speed to 5 if you want) [OLD]

Suppress Leveling (suppressions actually give XP for combat). [Unsure but it seems to work for me]

Sticky Agents (agents no longer wander back & forth, caution this may make certain animation dodges very precise but will more often than not be helpful if you hate the wandering idle anims). [Checked]

Better Central Command Architecture (this department just has a bad layout imo) [Checked]

Flatten the curve to make the game reasonable [I just want to read the cutscenes but still play the game]:

Unsure if Super Agents works because it is old but if it does you will basically be invulnerable to ordeals/suppressions [OLD, replies seem to suggest it doesn't work but worth a try].

"Casual Mode Mod", a 2023 mod that makes daily energy lower and substantially reduces meltdowns to cut down the time of the grind. +100% exp rate, and LOB rewards increase. This mod alone doesn't make the game free but it cuts down the bizarrely high time requirement to play LobCorp which is one of the most substantial barriers to entry. (I'm about to beat it at around 150h). Combine this with the red and green mods and you'll basically have a great time.

Guaranteed Gifts (abno gifts will 100% trigger)

Overlapping Gifts (gifts no longer are 1 per slot)

There are mods to boost stats and EGOs, I suggest you find working ones on Reddit or NM.

I recommend looking around on Nexus Mods or even on reddit for other useful mod recommendations, but be careful, some mods will spoil you. The ones I suggested and recommended here do not contain any - but some on Nexus Mods definitely will.

If any mods don't work please check the Nexus Mods link for any similar mods that are from 2020, the 2019 ones seem to not be working as consistently or at all.

I can't attest that all the mods listed play nicely with each other but please give them a try if you find the base game too daunting, trust me, I went through the grinder and vanilla is fundamentally missing the green mods I listed here at the very least. The ones in the 1st document indicate which Basemod versions and above it will work with so if you have compatibility troubles just use the google doc that is first.

STEAM VISUAL GUIDE FOR MOD INSTALLATION:

The TL;DR for installing Basemod into the "Basemods" folder is that you need to make sure every mod has its own dedicated folder if the download itself doesn't come with one. This is an example layout where none of the mods have files outside of the folders they have dedicated to them. If they don't have an included folder, just name it after whatever the dll file is so you can tell what's in there. It will work nonetheless.

I have added the tag #lobcorpguide to make this post easier to find if it updates since tumblr hates proper-clickthroughs now. So you can find the updated details.

One-click installations (drag the files to the steam installation location and drop the minside the folder called LobotomyCorp_Data).

QoL only & Progression focused. Let me know if it works! The guide/readme file is in the "Basemods" with an s folder along with each mod. I explain what each does, and you can delete or add more at your leisure to that folder, just make sure it has a dedicated folder for each specific mod.

#project moon #lobotomy corporation #lobcorp #long post #lobcorpguide #the readme.txt is located in the “basemods” with an s folder to explain each mod's function

[arthenaa]

house of arthena — masterlist, introductory, and rules

INTRODUCTORY —

writer: athen/ayen | 20 | he/him | sapphic | INFP-T

occupation: freelance artist, college student, writer

birthday: 10/04/2003

nationality: 🇵🇭

kins (can be best compared to irl): mizu, caelus, ominis, ren amamiya, sun jing (physical wise), geto suguru

interests:

media — blue-eyed samurai, jujutsu kaisen, shingeki no kyojin, chainsaw man, detroit become human, red dead redemption, hogwarts legacy, persona 5 royal, valorant, honkai star rail, genshin impact

artists — nct (all units but prefers dream), riize, lesserafim, newjeans, bada lee, lee youngji, laufey, kiss of life, exo

will write for the following — mizu, gojo satoru, geto suguru, ieri shoko, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, zenin maki, okkotsu yuuta, eren jaeger, pieck finger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, annie leonhart, makima, quanxi, power, aki hayakawa, denji, connor (all rk series), john marston, arthur morgan, sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, imelda reyes, ren amamiya, akechi goro, jett, cypher, sage, reyna, neon, fade, iso, gekko, chamber, yoru, sova, jingyuan, danheng, blade, kafka, seele, albedo, xiao, kaeya, raiden ei, yae miko, alhaitham, childe, knave, nct dream, bada lee, hong seunghan, park wonbin, lee sohee, huh yunjin, kim chaewon, byun baekhyun, do kyungsoo

read more to check rules and list of works!

rules (for requesting)

— writer has the right to refuse request

— writer is a full-time college student and a part-time freelance artist doing commissions, there is no set time that he will upload and post said requests

— only refer to the list above when requesting (if your character despite in the same media listed above is not included, you may dm the writer if he is willing to write the request or simply state it in the request ask linked on his bio)

— writer prefers writing in gender-neutral terms or she/her pronouns, he will use this unless stated otherwise so make sure to include it in your requests

— nsfw is okay but always keep in mind rule 1

— writer appreciates reactions such as comments or reposts with messages a lot! <3 it just makes writing fun and enjoyable to know that his readers are enjoying his works :)

— writer will only do oneshots or 2-3 chapter works, (oneshots with multiple parts under the same theme eg. modern!au mizu or nocturne(interlude)!mizu are counted as oneshots under the same theme. they can be read as solo or just under the same category) longer chapter series will be done through commissions.

— if reader wishes to commission, refer to pinned.

LIST OF WORKS —

Blue-Eyed Samurai

nocturne (interlude) (p1)

my love mine all mine (p2)

blurred lines (roommate!mizu)

mizu as your roommate (pre-blurred lines)

creative team lead!mizu x concept artist!reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

GOJO SATORU

can't think right, too tongue tied, it must be love

Hogwarts Legacy

Masterlist here

Honkai Star Rail

KAFKA

Feelings with Kafka 18+

DAN HENG

Perception

ART

mizu x oc! blurred lines

nier x sebastian hogwarts legacy

seb x mc commission

nier and nora (ocs hl)

stelle x asta

ominis x mc x seb

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Sunday Snippets

It’s been so long since I shared something new, and I needed to write this today. It’s just where my head needed to be.

It’s very rough, unedited, no grammar check or beta read, straight off the cuff. I just needed to get something off my chest.

No pressure tags for The Coemancer Crew. Thank you for tagging me in all your wips.

Last week I retired my Starfield OC, Calitrix. She found her forever home. This is from the end of her story. 🥲 I hope you enjoy!

What We Leave Behind

A Starborn Coemancer by a cosmic elf.

“Not far now,” said the Emissary.

Trix looked at him. Now they were here, back down on this planet. In front of the base that held the buried temple, as she had done many times before, she began to realise. There was something different about this Emissary. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to push her curiosity to the back of her mind.

The Starborn ambush wasn’t really an ambush if you expected it. These days Trix always opted to go high. Before long, they reached the doors of the base, with Andreja in her Constellation suit, bringing up the rear.

“This is it,” the Emissary told her, “hold nothing back.”

“When have you ever known me to hold anything back?” Trix replied, without thinking.

“You have a point,” he conceded, for the first time a flicker of emotion in his voice that sent a pain of longing through Trix’s heart.

Once inside, Trix ignored the bodies, and locked doors, moving directly for the first anomaly, she ran head first into her past. She jogged past Lin and Hellar endlessly debating without stopping this time. I’ll see you again, my friends, I promise. She never reached the artifact, she stepped back through the anomaly and into the base at the buried temple once more.

“The Temple is testing you, always.” The Emissary said.

“I know,” said Trix.

The Emissary paused, “Sorry, I forgot,” his voice cracked, “Noble Starborn.”

Trix was now sure. She had heard that voice before, she recognised it even under all the modulation. This Emissary was none other than Sam Coe.

If only it was her Sam.

The next fight was long and tough, but soon, another Starborn was dust and echos.

Trix spent some time with a locked case, but found it to contain only junk. She wasn’t sure why she was bothering with it at this stage, so close to the Unity, but the thought crossed her mind that she could leave everything of value she had collected this run in the ship’s hold for her crew after she had gone. It was something at least. If poor compensation for being dumped by their captain. Again, at least from her perspective.

Trix had done it more times now than she cared to think about. Always jumping in the hope that this time… what exactly? That she would find her forever home? She feared that perhaps she had already left it behind and there was no going back.

She missed Sam so much. Missed his smile. His carefree disposition. How easy it was to be around him, to always have someone to talk to, to be hold and be held. She missed his attention, his teasing, his need for her. Why that had gone away, or when, she couldn’t fathom. She thought hard and tried to remember where it had all changed.

The first time she had reached the Unity, their time together had not been perfect. She wished that she had done things better, that they could have their time over again and that it would be different, that she would be the Trix he deserved.

The whole time, they had promised each other that they would go through the Unity together. To face whatever it was and whatever was to come, united as a family, Sam, Cora and her.

But then she fired up the drive and met herself. There was a Starborn Trix in the Unity. Trix couldn’t understand why. Were they her future? They didn’t sound like her. Maybe they were the Creators, and it was just the way her mind interpreted the information. Or maybe, Trix in another universe always did sound like that, and therefore it was her fate to jump, because she always has done. But what about Sam?

He was there. Standing in the Unity. He looked at her but didn’t acknowledge her. It was heartbreaking, almost frightening. Trix hated every moment of it, especially the confirmation that they would not be jumping together. That he, Cora and everyone else on the ship would be left behind. That he would one day, jump himself, without her, to who knows where.

Trix couldn’t take it. She could face life without him. So when her Starborn self gave her a choice to go back to him, she took it. After everything they had done and been through together, she would not sacrifice what they had for the Unity. To hell with eternity.

She turned and walked away. She walked back to him.

And, shockingly, he didn’t seem to care. He brushed off her return like it was nothing. Spoke something about how they would all reach the Unity eventually, but for now, this would have to do. He seemed non-plused and unaffected by her choice, or the sacrifice she had just made - the refusal of knowledge, all for them. She’d never felt so disappointed. Here was the proof. He would always put reaching the Unity ahead of their lives together.

That was the moment when she realised she could jump, jump and find him again. But a new Sam, a different Sam and do it right this time. Perhaps this Sam belonged to her, one that cared.

And he did, the second time around, oh how he cared. Probably too much. But now Trix was Starborn, and Sam would never understand, not unless he jumped and left her. One day, she was sure that he would. Curiosity would get the better of him, and one day, whether she jumped or he did, she would lose this Sam too.

She couldn’t bear it. The thought was too much. So she jumped on what would have been their wedding night.

And now, Starborn, several times over, she was about to jump again. Only for the first time in a long time, the Emissary had sounded like Sam. All the old feelings were bubbling to the surface. She just had to hold it all together, just this one last time.

Trix was busy emptying all the crap out of her pockets when this Emissary, the one with Sam’s voice, half-ran over to her position and startled her.

Her hands fumbled in her pockets and she dropped a key.

The Lodge Key.

It was a key like all others, but instantly recognisable to those who knew.

Trix paused, the Emissary stared for a moment down at the key. A sharp audible breath left their helmet.

Trix couldn’t stand it any more. Having become accustomed to always wearing her own Starborn suit, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she removed her helmet and looked at him. Looking for something, anything that would tell her that this is the man she knew.

The Emissary groaned, “You have no idea how long I have waited to see that look in your eyes, Trix. Jumping from one universe to the next hoping that this time… I don’t know if it’s you, I mean, my you. But…” He took his helmet off and dropped it. His face was thin, his hair and beard short and streaked with grey. His blue eyes, ringed dark with age and time, were full of tears. He held out his arms to her, “close enough!”

Trix flew into his embrace and they kissed so fiercely, ike it was the last thing they would do in this life.

There it was, the thing that had been missing for so long. The feeling she had searched for, and it wasn’t through the Unity. It was right here in front of her. They had seen and heard each other. It had caused that pull, the undeniable attraction, from which neither could escape. That divine rush of endorphins as they gave into it, the need to touch, feel, hold and taste him, and to feel that same need in return. That was what she had been looking for all along.

Her heart sang with pure joy.

Andreja caught up with the pair, and stood awkwardly off to one side, “Umm, okaaay. So… we’re kissing the Emissary now. And oh, hey Sam, good to see you, I guess… I’ll er… be just over here if you need me.”

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Jump Then Fall - Part 1

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc “Vanessa Morales”

Word Count: 5300+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Please be aware there is an 11 year age gap. Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while now and finally decided to put it down. From the beginning, this story always felt like it needed an original character and so it does! When the story starts, Vanessa is 19 and Javier is 30.

**Shoutout to @vanemando15 for listening and bouncing ideas from me, and for her guidance with being a Latina herself. Without her, this wouldn’t even be a thing, just another line on my WIP spreadsheet. And also to my husband, who is also Latino and answered any questions I had (along with taking me to Colombia back in 2014). And to @wyn-n-tonic, who listened to my rambles and insecurities about writing an oc in first person.

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Jump Then Fall Masterlist

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Javier Peña Masterlist

1988

"Welcome back to the United States."

I thank the border agent as he hands me back my passport, tapping the brim of his hat as he steps back and waves me through. 

Coming back to the States after spending the summer in a small village in rural Nuevo León, teaching kids English and helping to build both a school house and a church there was surreal. The village had been quite remote, having a well for water and simple huts for shelter. I had gone for a new type of program through my very Catholic, private university, one that would put missionaries and new teachers in the same places, so the people could learn English while having new facilities built for them. 

My parents were hesitant at first. I am only 19, one of the youngest in the teacher program. But several of the missionaries were a few years younger than me and since we were all traveling together, my parents eventually caved and gave me permission to go, as it was obvious that God was calling me down this path.

The summer passed by quickly, my students eager to learn English and ask me questions about life outside of their small village. When it came time to leave, the missionaries were all called away to another village, while my university called me back. They wanted to know how the program was and to have me speak to several administrators from the university and others, as well as other members of the Diocese not directly involved in our university, as they were interested in expanding the program should it prove successful. 

Which is what lead me, a young, 19 year old woman, to drive by myself, back across the border to the US. Probably not the smartest idea, but the idea thrilled me as I have never really been allowed to go places on my own. Or even make most of my own decisions. 

My parents were pretty strict, always needing to know where I was and mostly keeping me home. It was hard to make friends, even within the church, and the few I did have, my parents had arranged. Corpus Christi wasn’t the biggest city but it wasn’t the smallest either and my parents kept a tight grip on me, especially when I hit puberty. I wasn’t allowed to cut or color my hair the way I wanted to, or pick my own clothes. If I ever came home with nailpolish on, I’d be scrubbing it off and reciting bible passages for a month at least. 

Even when I started college, my parents kept their hands on me, demanding I go to the Catholic college close to home so I could continue to live there until I found a husband and got married. One they approved of, of course. I know they were just trying to keep me safe, but sometimes it would overpower me and I’d feel like I was suffocating, unable to make any choice or have control of my life.

Which is why I’m here, driving across the border and stopping in Laredo, Texas for the night. I pull into the first hotel I see that I think I can afford, the “Vacancy” sign lit up outside. Lucky for me, they do have a room I can afford and I pay the clerk, taking my key with the enormous keychain and heading off to find my room. This is the first time I’ll have ever slept somewhere by myself. Even in the village we had dorm style rooms and I shared with a few different girls. 

The room is quiet. Turning on the tv helps but soon I’m overwhelmed by the sheer amount of choices - 13 channels is way too much. When the box clicks off, my stomach growls and I realize it had been hours since I’d eaten, possibly since breakfast. I pick up the phone and call the front desk to ask about food. They tell me the closest place is 2 blocks down, a bar called Pit Stop. Everything else would require a cab or is closed and yes, they’ll let me in under 21. I just can’t order alcohol. 

I’ve never been in a bar before, but my growling stomach demands I get food. I pull on my sweater and head out, deciding to walk to the bar since it’s so close. I can hear it before I see it, bass thumping as I round the corner and see this square shape of a building, neon letters glowing in the night sky like lighthouse beacons. It’s pretty busy, cars lining the parking lot and people walking and milling about outside. I take a deep breath and pull my sweater a little tighter around me, my empty stomach urging me forward. 

Inside was chaos. At least it was to me. The jukebox was blaring some country song that people were dancing to all in a line. People were packed in at the tables, chatting loudly and flirting, drinks coursing through people’s veins. Most weren’t completely drunk yet but many were well on their way. I spot a seat at the bar and slide into it, taking a look at the massive wall of liquor bottles behind it. I had no idea there were so many choices. I thought it was just beer, not beer, and sangria. 

The bartender somehow spots me, giving me a once over before he asks what I’d like. When I request a menu, he laughs, saying they only have burgers and wings tonight. He takes my order for a burger and fries, assuring me the burgers “aren’t bad”, dashing any hope I had for a decent dinner. People come up to the bar, shoving around everyone to order and leave, drinks in hand as they turn back to their group. The seat next to me opens up and is immediately occupied by some drunk man who tries to hit on me. When I don’t respond, he calls me a slew of bad names, his face getting dangerously closer to mine and for the first time I realize that this may have been a bad idea, no matter how exciting the thought of it had been.

“Looks like you’ve had too much to drink, friend.” 

A man claps the drunk man on the shoulder and he turns to look at him, his eyes unfocused for several long seconds.

“I–h-have?”

He nods. “Why don’t you go sober up? You may have a better shot if you can string 2 words together.”

The drunk man thinks about this for more time than is typically needed before nodding slowly. “Y-yeah. I’ll do that. Th-thankssss.”

He stands and the man helps him away, letting the crowd take the drunk man and shuffle him off to a corner where he promptly sits and falls asleep. The man turns back to me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Sorry about him. He has a big bark but no bite.”

This man is..gorgeous. He’s taller than me, dark hair that curls slightly at the nape of his neck, a Burt Reynolds style mustache that somehow works for him, and the deepest, darkest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a leather jacket and some tight jeans, a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, exposing the tight muscles in his neck. 

This man is trouble.

“May I sit?” He asks politely, gesturing to the now empty barstool next to me.

I should say no, tighten my sweater around my neck and take my burger back to my room. But something in me says make your own choices! Take back your life! and I find myself nodding, watching the man sit and and order another drink. 

“What are you having?”

“Oh, I’m-” that voice comes back. You said this was your summer to try new things. He’s looking at me, eyebrows raised in anticipation of my answer. 

“Surprise me.”

The man smiles and I almost fall off of my stool. It’s like the entire room lights up with it and I feel this intense urge to put another smile on his face, just to feel that warmth again. His eyes scan my body, chewing the inside of his cheek while he thinks. He turns to the bartender and order me a rum and coke, saying he’ll keep it simple for me. 

“Why simple?”

He gestures to my clothes. “It doesn’t look like you get out much.”

I scoff. “Well that’s rather presumptuous to say.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Well….I mean, no. You’re not wrong. But I just came back from teaching English in Mexico for an entire summer while building a school and a church so excuse me if I don’t look the part.”

He holds his hands up. “I didn’t mean to offend! You just don’t look like…” he gestures around the room before turning back to me.

“I’m Javier, by the way. Javier Peña.”

“Vanessa Morales.”

He extends his large hand to me and I take it, the warmth immediately englufing my own and we let go of each other entirely too soon. 

“So what’s a pretty, young, teacher doing in a place like this? Did you leave your group somewhere?”

I blush at his description of me, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Well, this was the best place to stop on my way back to Corpus Christi. And no group. Just me.”

Why did I tell him that? He could be a creep or worse. Not that I would mind a little worse. 

His eyebrows raise. “You drove here from Mexico by yourself?”

I nod. “Probably not the best choice, but it’s my summer to try new things so…” I shrug, taking the drink the bartender had just set down in front of me and taking a small sip. I cough, choking on the strength of the alcohol burning my throat and to my horror, I see Javier holding back a chuckle. 

“It has been a long summer then, I take it?”

I cough again, clearing my throat. “It was. I’m just not…used to rum.”

“Ok. Sure….so what do you do for fun, Vanessa?”

What do I do for fun?

“I uh…I go to Mexico and teach English-”

Javier shakes his head. “No, that’s your work. What do you do that’s entirely for you and not to help or please someone else?”

I have to think a lot longer that I probably should, which is pretty depressing.

“I…read?”

“Is that a question or your answer?”

“Both?”

“Let me guess…strict parents? Wouldn’t let you just be you?”

“Am I that obvious?”

“No, hermosa. But the sadness in your beautiful eyes, and the way you struggled to answer that question about yourself, told me.”

“Oh.” I look down at my hands, tracing little lines in the condensation on my glass. The song changes and Javier touches my hand lightly. 

“I do not mean to make you sad. Come dance with me? You can’t be sad if you’re dancing.”

My cheeks flush red. “I’d love to but I..”

He leans in to my ear, speaking just for me. “It’s ok if you don’t know how. I will show you.”

And before I can talk myself out of it, I nod, letting Javier take my hand and pull me to the dance floor, his hands on my hips, pulling me close to him as he guides me on how to move, how to sway and dance to the music. I’m feeling a warmth between my legs, one that I think I’ve felt before but I can’t be sure. What I do know is I’d like to feel those hands elsewhere on my body. 

“You catch on quickly, hermosa.” Javier whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps down my neck.

The song ends and I don’t want to stop, Javier guiding my body through several more songs before we have to stop, breathless from the dancing, Javier trying to stealthily adjust his pants as we make our way to the bar again. We get another drink and, this time, I’m nearly gulping it down in my haste to hydrate, Javier pulling the glass from my lips, cutting me off. 

“You need water, hermosa. This shit won’t help you.” 

We spend the next hour huddled together, knees touching and Javier’s hand on my upper thigh, gently squeezing my leg. If he can see the way my cheeks flush, the way I’m squirming in my seat as I start to feel a wet sensation between my legs, he doesn’t let on, his eyes solely focused on mine. Except when they dip down to my lips. I know he's just being nice, flirting with me to get what he wants, but I also know that I don't care. 

I announce that I’d better get back to my room as I still have several hours of driving ahead of me. When he asks if he can walk me to my car, I tell him I walked from my hotel a couple blocks away. 

“Oh no, hermosa. I can’t let you walk alone this late at night. Not around here. May I walk you back?”

“Oh. Really, you don’t have to.”

“I insist.”

Your summer of new things.

“OK….walk me back, please, Javier.”

We make it back to my room, chatting the entire way. He raises his arm, leaning his forearm against the doorframe and cocking his hip to the side, his other hand resting on his hip.   He tells me he’s leaving the country for work tomorrow and I apologize for taking up so much of his time. He waves his hand, shaking his head.

“There is nowhere I’d rather be, hermosa.”

I blush, reaching into my purse to find the room key with the giant keychain on it. I fish it out and stare up at him, those brown eyes somehow darker with…something. Like a tension between us, pooling between my legs. Wait, is this..am I turned on?

His hand comes up to cup my face, his thumb swiping gently at my cheek as he leans in, stopping just half an inch from my face.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers. I nod furiously and he presses his lips to mine as my eyes close. 

His lips are soft, gentle, his moustache tickling me slightly as his lips investigate mine, his tongue gently trying to push its way into my mouth. I open my mouth slightly and he takes advantage, his hand wrapping around the back of my head, holding me in place as his other hand grips my hip, pulling me flush against him, a hardness in his jeans poking at me. It takes me a moment to realize exactly what that hardness is and when I do, it sends more heat between my thighs. I drop the key in my haste to open the door, the loud clanging disrupting our heated kiss. 

“S-sorry,” I mumble, kneeling to pick it up. I push the key in the lock and turn it, opening the door and walking inside. Only, Javier doesn’t follow me. I turn and look at him, hesitating in the doorway.

“Are you sure, hermosa? I don’t want to pressure you.”

Am I sure? The nerves in my body are going straight to my head, making me feel giddy at the prospect of having relations with a complete stranger. A complete hot stranger.

Your summer of new things.

“Y-yeah. Come in, Javier.”

He enters and closes the door behind him, sliding the bolt into place. He takes off his leather jacket and tosses it on the chair by my sweater, kicking his boots off as well. We both wait in silence for a moment, before Javier walks up to me, pulling my face to his as he resumes kissing me with a deep passion, as if I’m the only person he ever wants to kiss again. Once my shirt and pants are gone, I push back from him, crossing my arms over my body and sitting on the bed. He sits next to me, a worried look on his face.

“Hermosa? Did I do something wrong?”

“No. I don’t know.”

“Talk to me. Please.”

I wait several long moments, gathering up my courage to tell him. “I…I don’t know what to do.”

“What to do?”

I gesture between us and Javier gets a look of comprehension on his face.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes? No? I’m not actually sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not sure?”

“I…well I mean, when I was with my now ex boyfriend from chuch, we…messed around a little. And I think he put it in? But it was over in just a few seconds so I’m not entirely sure if he did or not. And he ran out so quickly after and we never spoke of it again so I’m not really sure what happened.”

Why am I talking so fast?

“Oh, hermosa. I figured you didn’t get out much but that…ok, here’s what we’re going to do. That time? Doesn’t count, ok? Push it from your mind. If you couldn’t even tell if he was in…no. What’s going to happen is, if you’ll let me, I’m going to take care of you, make you feel so good that you’ll forget all about church boy. How does that sound?”

Do I want this? Do I want my potential first or possibly second time to be with some random guy at a random bar that I’ll never see again? But the way he moves, the way he touches me and speaks to me, and the way my body responds to him tells me it would be fun. Like really fun. And no one is here to tell me otherwise. 

Summer of trying new things.

“I say…that sounds amazing.”

He smiles and I melt under it, more heat pooling between my legs the longer he looks at me. 

“If at any time you wish to stop, tell me, ok? If it hurts or does not make you feel good, you tell me, ok?”

I nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes. Yes.”

He caresses my face, gently pulling me to him and presses his lips to mine. His fingers brush against my skin as he reaches for the clasp on my bra, quickly undoing it and sliding it down my arms with the speed of an expert. Once it's off, I feel more self conscious, having never really exposed myself like this before. Javier crooks his finger, tipping my chin up to look at him, his eyes black with lust in the shitty hotel light. 

"You're so beautiful," he says, kissing me again as he puts slight pressure on my body to get me to lay down. 

I do and he lays on his side, propping himself up with his arm as he looks at me, his eyes sliding down to my chest. He lightly trails his fingertips across my shoulders, slowly moving down to my boobs. He gently cups one and I let out a puff of air, the touch sending tingles between my legs. His thumb glides across one of my nipples and a whine comes from somewhere within me, my back arching. He takes advantage of this angle and brings his mouth to my nipple, warm and wet, licking, sucking, and slightly biting at me. 

"Oh!" Is all I can seem to remember how to say as he shifts to my other boob, giving it the same treatment. 

His hand is on my stomach, gently resting and grounding me here. But as he starts to suck harder, my back arching more off the bed, his hand starts to trace small lines down, pausing at the line to my underwear. He pulls his head up, looking down at me until I open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them in the first place. 

"I'm going to touch you now, Hermosa. Is that ok?"

I nod, my chest heaving with anticipation. "Yes."

His light touch down the inside of my thigh, tracing the line of my underwear and going up the other side sends jolts of something through me, gathering between my legs and I find myself begging him, for what I'm not exactly sure. But then his hand slides under my panties, his finger gliding through the slick he finds there and I almost launch myself off the bed, a sound I’ve never heard before erupting from my throat. He uses the pad of his pointer finger to rub small circles on a very specific spot on me and I cry his name, and overwhelming feeling coming over me, like I was about to explode.

“S-stop!”

Jaiver immediately stops and pulls his hand from me, his eyes on my face, his brow furrowed with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“What did you feel?”

“I…I…” 

“You can tell me, hermosa.” His eyes are so big and concerned and I know he just wants to make sure I’m ok.

“It..it felt like…I don’t know, like…like I was about to…explode? I think?”

The furrow releases and he cocks his head at me. “Hermosa…have you never?”

“Never…what?”

“Had an orgasm?”

I blush, feeling warmth spread across my cheeks at the mention of this taboo word. Well, taboo in my house anyway.

“I..I don’t know?”

He places a hand over mine, the warmth from his palm spreading across the top of my hand. “It’s ok. Just…let yourself go with it. Don’t fight it.”

I can’t meet his eyes, embarrassed by my lack of knowledge. “Will it…will it hurt?”

He smiles. “Quite the opposite.”

I nod, a little relieved at that. “Ok…just..relax?”

“Yes. Just feel it, feel how good it makes you feel and just let it come.”

I nod, giving him a little smile and his hand slides back down me, rubbing little circles in what I’m calling my magic spot. The heat comes back, my hips lifting to get more pressure and I can feel the explosion building, trying to claw it’s way out of me, my mouth hanging open until-

“OH!” A string of gasps and sounds rip from my throat as the explosion fans out from where Javier was touching me, gliding along all my nerves and out to everywhere, my fingertips, my toes, my head tingles as I continue making sounds I’ve never heard before. Only when my legs start to shake does Javier stop, placing a kiss to the inside of my hip as he waits for me. I open my eyes, chest heaving as I try to process what happened.

“Feel good?” He asks.

“Is that…is that what it feels like?”

“If someone knows what they’re doing. Or you do it yourself.”

“You can do that to yourself??”

He chuckles. “I’ll let you figure that one out on your own. But right now, I really must taste you.”

“What does that mean?”

He looks at me darkly as he shifts over me, pushing my legs apart like it was nothing and slotting his shoulder between them. He smirks at me before lowering his head and-

“Oh shit!”

His tongue is on me, caressing the places where his fingers had once been, and my skin is still sensitive from before. I can feel my thighs banging on the sides of his head, but this seems to urge him on further, his nose nuzzling into me to coax more breathy sounds from my lips. 

He lifts his head slightly, looking up at me before licking his hand and placing it on me, sliding his fingers down and circling me before slowly, gently, pushing in a finger. It’s warm, his finger, as he pumps it in and out of me, moving it in a circle as if to stretch me, just a few times before he lowers his head again, his tongue on me as he pushes in a second finger. I’m moaning, hips trying to wiggle away from him but he’s pinned me to the bed, lapping at me like he’d never tasted anything so good. I look down at him and the sight sends the explosion between my legs again, a yell erupting from me as he keeps pumping his fingers, curling them to hit something inside of me that makes the explosion more intense than the first one. He sits up, wiping his face, smiling at me.

“You taste amazing, hermosa.”

“That’s..yeah…ok…I…uh huh…”

Javier chuckles but moves up my body, slotting his hips between my legs, the bulge in his jeans rubbing against me, that now familiar warmth spreading quickly. His lips press to mine and I taste a tang, which must be me, and he deepens it, pushing hair off of my face before he pulls back and looks at me. 

“How are you doing?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this good.”

He chuckles, but slides off my body and stands up, his arm muscles rippling as he pushes himself up. He reaches for the button on his pants and pops it open, sliding them down, revealing that he was not wearing any form of underwear. When he stands straight his dick bounces slightly, and I swallow hard, my eyes glued to him. I try to look away, embarrassed by my staring, but Javier assures me it’s ok to look. 

“Will you fit?” I ask, nearly whispering.

He lowers himself to the bed, crawling over me until he pushes his hips against mine, his hard cock pinned between us. 

“I will. I made sure to stretch you out before. But if anything hurts, tell me, ok?” 

“I….ok.”

He kisses me, grinding his hips down and against that spot he rubbed before and I feel the heat coming back, tingles shooting through me as he increases the pressure. He pulls his hips back and I can feel him, hesitating a moment as he looks down at me before slowly pushing in.

“Oh! Oh, what…ugh!” 

I have nothing to compare him to but I imagine he’s not exactly small, pushing slowly into me and pulling out to give me time to adjust. 

“Stop!”

He freezes and starts to pull out but I grab his arms. “No, just…don’t move. Give me a sec, please.”

He doesn’t move, his eyes on me as I take several deep breaths. It does hurt a little, but it also feels good. Really good. Like he was made for me and I for him. I nod, telling him I’m ok and he starts pushing in again. Eventually his hips can go no further - or so I thought. He adds a small little thrust and I’m seeing stars, my hands reaching for him but stopping just short of grabbing him, unsure of where to be.

“You can touch me, hermosa. Whatever you feel, just follow it.”

He slowly melds his hips to mine, thrusting deeper and I wrap my arms around him, fingernails digging into his back. One of my hands finds the back of his head and I run my fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. He moans, practically purring, so I give it a little tug, loving the sound of the growl he makes when I do this. He snaps his hips a hair faster, my breathy moans echoing in the small room, and the newly familiar tingle between my legs comes racing back. Javier wraps his arrms under my legs, pushing them up and further back, changing the angle and rubbing against something inside of me that pushes me over the edge, my body feeling like it’s exploding all over again.

“Ja-Jav-Javier!” I cry out, my head pushing back into the pillow, my mouth hanging open as my fingernails carve even deeper crescent moons into his tanned skin. A few more thrusts from him and he grunts, little breathy moans spilling from his lips, his eyes closed as he leans over me, nipping at my chin. 

We lay like that for a few moments, each of us heavy breathing against the other before Javier pulls out with a small grunt, heading into the bathroom and remerging with a wet cloth. He kneels on the bed and presses the cloth to me and my legs twitch, a smirk appearing on his face as he continues to clean me up. He tosses the cloth towards the bathroom and places a kiss on the inside of my knee, resting his jaw against it as he looks at me, his eyes soft in the dim light of the room.

“How do you feel, hermosa?”

“I feel…” How do I explain this feeling? Complete relaxation, a pleasant, low vibrating feeling throughout my body that makes my eyelids heavy, and what I know is a dopey smile on my face. 

“I’ve never felt this good in my life.”

He smiles and I melt under it. “Good. I wanted to make sure you were properly taken care of. It’s a crime that it’s taken this long for someone so beautiful.”

I’m blushing, looking away as if he wasn’t buried impossibly deep inside of me mere minutes ago. He turns, looking around at the ground for his clothes and suddenly I find myself more insecure, vulnerable. I know he was leaving for an extended work trip in the morning, and I was leaving to head home, which is hours away. Still, I didn’t want him to leave just yet.

“Um..Javier?”

He pauses in his search for a sock. “Yes, hermosa?”

“Could, um…I mean, would you…”

He looks up at me and his face softens as he realizes what I’m attempting to ask. “Do you want me to stay?”

“I…only if you want to. I don’t want to impose…”

Javier sets the pants he was holding down on the table and crosses the room to the bed. He pulls back the blanket and slides in next to me, pulling me close to his chest. 

“I have an early flight but I can stay until then.”

My body relaxes into him. “Are you sure?”

He nods, kissing the top of my head. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

—-

Javier

It's early, the sun not quite cresting over the horizon to start the day. A glance at the clock told him that he needed to leave to make it to the airport in time for his flight to Bogotá. 

Javier runs a hand over his face, pinching his eyes to try and help him wake up. He turns to look at the woman beside him. She's still fast asleep, her bare chest rising and falling softly with deep sleep, her mouth hanging slightly open. Her hand is on his bare chest, like she didn't want to let him go.

He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay and learn more about this woman. He'd intended to go to the bar and get one last fuck in before he went to Colombia, not knowing what he'd find waiting for him there. But when he saw Vanessa, something intrigued him. She was young, and most likely lying about her age a bit, but she seemed confident, although a tad naive. She was smart, damn was she smart, and a wit to match his own. Plus she was easily the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes on. 

Javier picks up her hand from his chest, pressing a kiss to the back of it, gently laying it on the bed next to her. His eyes raked over her face and the words of his late mother came back to him, words she'd spoken to him when he was just a young boy. 

"Javier, if you like a girl, give her flowers. But if you love her, give her roses."

Javier wouldn't say he was in love with her already, but something inside him said there was the potential for love. It just wasn't the right time. He had to go fight Escobar and she had to go back to Corpus Christi, the only memory of him some possible soreness between her legs. 

He almost missed his flight but it was worth it to find a place that sold roses, buying a single one to leave on the pillow next to her. He wanted her to know she was more than an easy fuck to him. That she, in that moment, was cared for and not taken advantage of. 

He lays the rose down, tucking some hair behind her ear and placing a soft kiss to her slightly parted lips before he leaves, quietly closing the door behind him and heading towards what would be the hardest 6 years of his life. 

—----

In the morning he’s gone, the clock on the beside table telling me it was nearly 10am. I stretch, feeling a sore but pleasant feeling between my thighs and I sigh, remembering the nights activities. I turn and, on the pillow next to me, is a single red rose. I smile, picking it up and giving it a sniff, it’s sweet perfume filling my brain with even more images of last night. I liked Javier and I got the feeling he liked me, despite the obvious age gap. And the fact that I lied a little about my age. We seemed to have a connection and it makes me a little sad that we won’t get the chance to explore that.

“I’ll never see that man again,” I say to myself, sighing a little before getting ready to leave.

If I only knew how wrong I was.

-------

>>Part 2>>

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...in the details, Part 13

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

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Word count: 5.3k, give or take a word. Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Masterlist

It was the morning after the final battle with the Flag Smashers, and all you wanted to do was sleep and not talk to anyone, but here you were, in your kitchen, frosting cupcakes.

Sarah Wilson had been on the phone with you earlier talking about the party she was organizing to celebrate Sam’s accepting the mantle of Captain America, and while you were not planning to actually go to the party, you decided to drop off some cupcakes for the event. And maybe that cake Sam and Bucky drooled over when they last visited your bakery. The one with the Oreo cookies all over the top.

You were not about to tell Sarah that you had gotten your clock cleaned during that fight last night. Oh no. Never admit stuff like that, even if your body was still a long way from being fully healed.

“Why do I do this to myself, Hickory?” you asked your cat as he sat on the floor near the kitchen window, the streams of light from this early Brooklyn morning splashing their sunny glow over his orange fur. “I really am a pushover. But her boys were so sweet, and I couldn’t let them not have good desserts for the party, could I?”

Hickory was a cat of many words most of the time, so his tiny mewls this morning seemed a bit off. He must have been as exhausted as you felt at the moment.

“I’ll be fine, Hickenboogie,” you said as you watched the orange tabby roll over to let the sun warm his belly. “Even if I’m making, what? A hundred cupcakes?”

As you went to set your bowl of frosting to the side, there was loud rapping at your apartment door. Someone had gotten into the building without being buzzed in. Fantastic! Just what you needed.

“Kari? Are you in there? Sarah called and asked me to check on you.”

Bucky. For crying out loud, what was he doing here? You really doubted Sarah asked him to do anything. He was likely just being nosy after last night.

“James, would you just leave me alone! I am not going to Delacroix. Just go down and have a good time. Sarah knows I’m not going to be there. I’d only be a fifth wheel anyway. I saw you flirting with her. She seems like a really nice person, and even if Sam kicks up a fuss, I think you should go for it.”

You never called Bucky by his first name. Ever. OK, maybe once in 1943. And here he was, standing outside the front door of your apartment, suddenly developing the ability to get under your skin.

“I flirt with everybody. Just ask Sam!” Bucky said a bit too loudly for your liking. The funny thing was, you remembered when Bucky flirted with everybody. That was not what he was doing now. He was trying to see if he still knew how to flirt with everyone. Very different concept, and you fully understood why he needed to be able to do it on his own terms. You also wished he were flirting with you, but you really had no one to blame for this mess except yourself.

“What exactly are you afraid of this time? I’m sure Bruce and Wong can live without seeing you for another 24 hours, or was Darcy bugging you again? You do not need to go out on some speed dating thing with her. She means well, but, you know, she doesn’t really understand how big it is for both of us,” he explained as you heard him fidgeting with the door handle. Master assassin and lock picker? Of course he’d have that skill set, but he seemed to be nothing more than antsy at the moment. Then he hit you with the question you didn’t want to hear.

“Was it what happened after Sam’s speech?”

“You mean when Walker decided to be my new best buddy and make sure I was OK?” you replied in a very fake chipper tone. “Or when you decided to start asking too many questions about my health? You don’t want me in your head. Fine. I get it. I don’t need you babysitting me. I just get tired sometimes. Especially if my empathic filtering goes off the charts. The kids in that tour bus were terrified. I drank in a lot of their pain to keep them calm. It isn’t exactly fun, Buck. And I left myself open. I am only human. I do make mistakes.”

While you did your best not to think about what happened, your mind raced as you remembered the group of grade schoolers from Cottonwood, Arizona, all scared beyond words as Flag Smashers boarded their bus. Those poor kids witnessed their driver being tossed out the door and one of their teachers being knocked out before you could even get into the bus. You had to pull out all the stops to keep them calm, even if it meant you falling apart by the end of the night.

“Can I at least come in? Your neighbors might not appreciate me playing 20 Questions outside your do…”

You flicked your hand and opened the door just as Bucky leaned into it a tad. He wasn’t expecting it, so he stumbled slightly as it opened. “Sorry. I’m kind of busy making cupcakes. I’ll get them to Sarah by tomorrow morning. And that cake you and Sam liked. The Oreo cookie one. I thought Cass and AJ might enjoy it, too.”

“You are dodging. Again,” Bucky said as he sat down on a stool near your kitchen counter. “Whoa, sorry, Hickory,” he added as the orange tabby looked up at him but then went back to sleep. “What are you trying to avoid now?”

“Buck, please. You haven’t wanted to share every memory you have, and for good reason. Some of the things that happened since we started working together, they remind me a bit too much of when my husbands died. I don’t exactly want to relive all that.”

That was only a fraction of what was going on in your life at the moment, but you were not about to drop that ton of bricks in Bucky’s lap, even if it meant you had to keep up some stupid façade and lie as if your life depended on it.

“You had two, right? Husbands,” Bucky asked as you nodded. “Can I help frost or something?”

“Yes, Galen and Thomas,” you said as you put a tray of cupcakes in front of Bucky and got him a bowl of frosting, a spatula and a knife. “Pick your instrument of choice for the frosting,” you added before you looked at Bucky’s clothes and shook your head. “Want an apron? Don’t want you messing up your Henley.”

“What does it say? The apron, I mean?” he asked as you grabbed him a plain blue one. “Oh. No jokes on it?”

“Not everything is a joke, Buck. Not for me. Not for anyone,” you sniffed as you tried to hold back a stray tear before you got another pan of cupcakes and a bowl of frosting. You were still not fully pain free from what happened to those kids or to yourself. “Once the frosting sets, we can put these little shields on top of the cupcakes. I know. Cheesy. But the kids should love them.”

“Hmmm…” Bucky said as he tried to slather the frosting on his first cupcake without using too much. “I’m not exactly good at this…”

“You will be fine. It takes practice,” you whispered as you set down another frosted cupcake. “Thanks for helping. What else do you want to know about me?” Your hands shook slightly, and you flexed them a bit to get yourself centered again. “Lingering issues after that mess on the bus. I couldn’t go in sword swinging, so I had to take a different tack. It was a spell Wong told me about. Got the kids off the bus and me onto it just in time to take out that fool. It switches people’s locations. Nice one to keep in my back pocket. Just wish I had seen that other lunatic behind the driver’s seat.”

“Yeah, I saw the kids appear on the sidewalk before you blasted that guy out the doors of the bus,” Bucky noted as he kept frosting more cupcakes. “Kids. Did you ever have them? I mean, you like them. You get along great with Cass and AJ. And again, sorry if I got stupid on the docks. Joke fell really flat.”

You were not about to go back to the talk about that mess on the docks. Not today anyway. “Sadly, no. I’ve never had children.”

That wasn’t true. Not exactly anyway. But there was no way you could explain everything without looking like a lunatic. Saying “Well, a part of me that lives in another universe has about five of them last time I counted. I can list them all from all the timelines. I was tasked with birthing an army. No one ever said how…”

Yeah, that sounded so very sane and normal.

“Not that I don’t want them still,” you continued as you found some patriotic sprinkles in your cupboard. “It just never worked out for me. And I didn’t want to adopt a child on my own just to have me die and leave them alone. That would be cruel. And what agency would let someone like me adopt a child? It just isn’t very realistic to think it is even possible.”

You wanted nothing more than to change the topic, but you said Bucky could ask you questions, so in this quagmire you would stay for the moment.

“That day Steve and Sam had me in that vice,” Bucky started but stopped just as he finished another cupcake. “Why the hell did you do what you did to prove who you were? I knew who you were. Steve knew. You didn’t need to sing that song…”

“I needed to prove who I was because, let’s face it, who in their right mind—besides you and Steve, I guess—would believe my story? And Sam. Bless his heart, he doesn’t think I escaped Bellevue.” Bucky chuckled at the name of the most famous psychiatric hospital in New York City. “Was my singing that bad? I did flub some of the words, I know, but I didn’t think I was that bad.”

“Your singing was never an issue,” Bucky chuckled as a bit of frosting slid off one cupcake. “And the way you did that thing with the drinks was great. I remember that from the Whip and Fiddle. But you didn’t need to put on a show. Not for us anyway.”

“It’s always an issue, Bucky,” you said quietly as you noticed the vanilla frosting you had been using was running low, so you got out the ingredients to make more. “I always need to prove myself. I…did Steve ever tell you about what happened during the five years you were gone? Not my most shining hours.”

“The thing that scared everyone? Yeah, he told me, but I didn’t want to broadcast it to anyone. I don’t understand what makes you you,” Bucky said as he set down his knife and cupcake, “and I was not about to dredge up what happened. You were trying to get us back. Steve said you kind of lost it when it didn’t work. And Tony…”

“Tony wanted to lock me away in a padded cell, but Thor told him to stop, because he understood my grief. And Bruce told Tony to give it a rest because I was trying things that none of them could. Steve took me to the infirmary so I could heal when it all came crashing down. I was weaker than I realized. He saved my life. IV fluids can work wonders when you push yourself too much.”

“Wait, what? What did you do?” Bucky was suddenly very agitated, and you were not fully focused on his tone and body language at first. He was truly freaked out.

“What?” you asked as your eyes bugged out a little bit when it finally hit you. “Oh! No. I wasn’t doing…”

It took you much too long to realize Bucky was worried you had done some odd, old and draining blood spell. You had done them long, long ago, but that was back before electricity was the norm.

“It was a very old spell, one my Mamo used when I was a baby when she wanted to talk to the deceased members of our clan. Sorry. My grandmother. Mamo is the Irish word for grandma. It just takes a toll on your spirit, and I tried it a few times before Bruce saw me naked as a jay bird in the gardens they had at the facility. Yeah, that is part of the spell too, as is doing it on Samhain. Halloween. But there was no one there to talk to, so continuing to do it made it worse. As I said, not my finest hour. It broke me when I couldn’t find your spirit…”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to look at you with saucer-like eyes.

“Well, I couldn’t try to zero in on a million different people, so I picked you. I tried Sam, too, but it was like you guys never existed. If I were to do the spell this year, I’d be able to see any number of people across the veil. My family. Your family. Natasha and Tony. Loki. That night? I saw no one except my siblings, and while I love them, I knew they would be there. That failure sent me reeling. I didn’t talk for days. And we both know that could not be normal.”

“For two minutes, could you please stop with the put downs? Some of us don’t like to hear them. Me. Sam. Sarah. The boys…”

“I am so used to people just working around them that I don’t…” you started to say before you set down everything and just pulled up a stool next to the one Bucky was sitting on. “I don’t realize how it affects everyone else. Sorry.”

Bucky started to chuckle, and then he let out a loud laugh. “Your hair. Frosting,” he said as he pointed to a few wisps that were now very sticky from the vanilla frosting making a few spikes on the tips.

“Didn’t catch it all in the hairband. Again,” you muttered as you started to laugh along with Bucky. “Why did you really show up today, Buck? It can’t be because your inner baker was screaming to come out and play.”

“Last night was scary. You zoned out, and that scared me and Sam. We thought you were dying. We have no idea how this all works with you, and I’ve been afraid to ask. Steve was, too, I guess, and Sam, when you guys were in hiding.”

“Why are you remembering all this nonsense about me?” That was the only thing you could say as you looked Bucky in the eye and prayed something from your past was not trying to catch up with you again. “Or better yet worrying so much about me?”

“And why do you remember things about me?” he asked with an equally deadpan expression. “We are both old. We’re both likely going to outlive most of the people around us now, at least for a little while. Being connected is…nice. Now, back to last night. What happened?”

“After I helped those kids, I did exactly what you said. I zoned when I cracked my head on that building. I can go into a fugue state and start connecting in weird ways to the world around me. I knew you were there, but my brain wasn’t connecting all the dots. If that makes sense.”

That last part you hated. You wanted nothing more than to tell Bucky everything about your life. How the person he saw was only a tiny part of everything you were. That at this very moment there was another Kari dancing with another Bucky at something called the Hellfire Gala in a world where a group called The X-Men were protectors alongside The Avengers. She was thanking him for an assist a very long time ago on the steps of the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, if killing her was truly an assist. Yes, that Kari was reborn thanks to the bladed excellence of The Winter Soldier, but this part of Kari could not tell Bucky all that. Not yet anyway.

“Do you want some coffee? A beer? I should have asked when you got here,” you said as you looked down to see Hickory had finally decided to get up and go eat his kibble while you chatted with Bucky.

“Beer, thanks. I just wanted to convince you to come down to Delacroix, mostly so everyone can see for themselves that you are OK. I know once Wong and Bruce get involved, it may take weeks until we see you again. And Parker. That trip of his for school.”

“Look, Sarge,” you started to say as you handed Bucky the beer. His eyes lit up, so the nickname seemed to be a good choice. “If it will make you feel better, then down to Delacroix I’ll go. But you and I can go together. I am going to need help hauling these cupcakes. But I may not stay the whole time. Does that work for you?”

“Yup,” Bucky said as he drank his beer. “And the Sarah thing…”

“Look, if you and Sarah hit it off, well, that is beautiful. You deserve happiness, Buck. I am not going to stand in the way of your happiness. Ever.”

{{Even if it would make me happier being with you}} you thought as you smiled at Bucky again.

“And yes, I know Sam is likely sticking his oar into the water and messing it up for you guys. Having eight brothers taught me a lot, and I am betting you might have played the part yourself back in the day, right? Maybe I can help there, if you need me to? Your call.”

“Whatever happens, well, happens,” Bucky noted as he looked at the tray of tiny shields again. “I think we all want the day to be about Sam. That’s what really matters.”

“Agreed,” you said as you looked at all the cupcakes and smiled. “Now, want to learn how to make that cake? Care to smash up some cookies for me to mix in the batter?”

The rest of the baking session with Bucky went well enough, and you were able to box everything and have it ready to portal to Delacroix the next morning when he made it back to your place. You made sure your portal was near the house but around the back so no one could get spooked by it. You just wished the rest of the team could have been there, but there was technically no team at the moment anyway.

You smiled as you watched Bucky run over to the table where Sam, Sarah and the boys were sitting, with Cass and AJ trying to get Bucky into some sort of play fight as he brought over the cake.

“So, this is the famous cake?” Sarah asked as you pulled a small red wagon full of cupcakes behind you. “Sam has talked about this cake for weeks. Thanks for making it.”

“Hey, anything for our new Cap and his family!” you replied as a group of kids came over to check out the wagon’s load of goodies. “There are plenty of these to go around, but I think you guys better eat your lunches first.”

“Are you going to show us any magic?” Cass asked as you sat down at the table with everyone.

“Guys, what did we talk about?” Sam said as you looked at everyone there and realized this was not going to be a simple picnic event for Sam.

“We can talk about that later. Maybe when everyone else heads home,” you said quietly as you looked at the boys and then Sarah. “And only if your Mom is OK with it. Her house. Her rules. Always.”

You really had not been planning on any sort of show today, but letting Sarah have the final call was likely the easiest way to keep this sort of thing away from prying eyes. Not everyone liked magic, and that was no exception for this part of Louisiana. The preternatural might have been more accepted here, but it was still not a thing everyone loved or fully understood.

The conversation, thankfully, turned to much more mundane things, and you were very happy it did when you saw Bucky and Sarah chatting as the boys and their friends tried to hang off Bucky’s arm. It looked right. He looked stress-free and happy for the first time in ages.

“And is that what you were hoping for?” Sam asked as he, too, watched his nephews hanging off Bucky’s arm. “That cyborg and my sister would hit it off? I thought you two were, you know, getting closer? Beer?”

You looked at the bottle in Sam’s hand. Crimson Voodoo. A local favorite indeed.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the bottle from his hand and tried to convince yourself and Sam that this is what you wanted. “Sam, Bucky deserves a family. He deserves peace and happiness. Your sister deserves someone who thinks the world of her and can take care of her and the boys. It’s a win-win. My life is too messed up for anyone to feel at peace with me. Someday I’ll try to explain everything, but today is not that day. Today is your day.”

As it started to get dark outside, no one seemed to be heading home, and the kids were a bit upset that there were no fireworks set up to cap off the night.

“Guess I need to take care of this,” you said under your breath as you got to your feet and walked toward Sarah and the boys. “Sarah, I can fix this, but as I said before, your house, your rules.”

“You have fireworks in your bag?” Sarah chuckled as she shook her head. “Wait. You aren’t kidding.”

“Nope, I’m not,” you replied as you walked to the end of the pier where the kids were all looking pretty forlorn. “Sam, a gift for you and your family and friends here today,” you said as you turned to look at everyone there. Sparks started to dance on your fingertips, and soon the night sky filled with magically-created fireworks. “A gift from the Tara Mount and from Asgard,” you added as more pyrotechnics danced above the crowd. “Frigga and Loki showed me this trick long ago. It’s only fitting to share it tonight.”

“What the hell is that on your back?” Sarah asked as you slowly lifted off the ground.

“I forgot you’ve never seen these,” you said to Sarah as your raven wings unfurled. “I need to get a bit of lift before I do the next part.”

Sure, Sam and Bucky had seen you fly. But the dance you were about to do was not anything you had done since, well, the day your cousin Rhys got married to his beautiful bride Alice back in the 1850s! Oh, that was a bit of craic! Well, it would have been more fun if Rhys’ sister Rhiannon had not fed that dragon wedding cake and Champagne on top of Westminster.

“I usually don’t do this for anyone but family, but if you all are Captain America’s extended family, then that is good enough for me,” you said as your wings slowly transformed to something akin to gossamer and glitter, the light of the fireworks dancing off the delicate lacework of the fairy wings you now sported on your back. “My grandmother, Siofra O’Cathain MacOrish, was called the Black Faerie of the battlefield. Tonight I wear these wings to thank her for making it possible to be here with you today.”

As you hovered in mid-air, you started to dart over the water, well clear of the shore and the boats anchored there. The sky lit up with a multicolored display that at times looked like ribbons of red, white and blue and at others like the giant bursts of color in the event that Macy’s held each July 4th on the East or Hudson Rivers in New York City. The shrieks of delight from the children made it all worthwhile as you finally landed back on the dock after about 15 minutes of flash and sizzle.

Maybe it was the music that helped make it special? No one could tell exactly where it was coming from because it was all around them. A bit of remembered sound from your cousin’s wedding night and a snatch of air current, and suddenly the air was full of a song played long ago on a starry night for your tribe back then, the lovely lot you called The Avalonians.

The flight was glorious, and you wondered why you did not do it more often over the years.

The way you did not stick the landing, on the other hand, was annoying. Especially when Sam, Sarah and Bucky ran over. The lift of raven-like angel’s wings was one thing in battle, but the faerie wings on your back now were another thing entirely. The fact you had not called them out in over 100 years meant you had forgotten much about maneuvering in them once you got back to Terra Firma.

“I am fine!” you protested as you finally pulled back your wings and flexed your arms a bit. “Just didn’t time the footfall properly. I am not Simone Biles by any means. She would have aced it.”

“No more jokes. You could have gotten hurt,” Bucky said as he reached out his hand to you, but you pulled back slightly as he did. Muscle memory was a bitch at times, and a tiny part of you could not help but remember Katowice, St. Petersburg, Budapest and several other places where you and Bucky did more bodily harm to each other than you had let on to anyone else. Even Steve never knew the full extent of the battles you and his best friend were part of over the years. It was probably better that way.

“It’s nothing that a good night’s sleep won’t fix. I’m still not right after that mess with the bus,” you answered as Sarah shot you the mother of all looks. “Even old warriors like me need time to heal.”

“You could have said something,” Sarah said as she just kept looking at you, concern and pain mixed in equal measure in her eyes. “You did not have to bring all that food, and you did not need to do all that fireworks stuff. These two said you’d pull some crazy stunt eventually...”

“And they were right,” you replied, tucking your hands behind your back so the slight tremor you felt was not visible to everyone else. “Because, well, this is how I was raised. Never say no when your help is needed. Always take care of family, even if you are dead on your feet. Leave a place better than you found it if at all possible…”

“Kari, did your fireworks have a finale you didn’t mention?” Bucky asked as he pointed behind you, a multicolored fissure opening above the bayou waters.

“That isn’t me!” you shouted as the raven wings of your office appeared, along with your armor, sword and shield. “Get everyone to safety! Now!”

“Wait. Is that a Quinjet?” Sam shouted as he worked to get everyone off the dock as quickly as possible as a plane maneuvered through the fissure.

“No, that’s the Zephyr…” you said as you stood with our mouth open. “SHIELD ship that vanished a few years ago. Fury was never able to track it down.”

The jet landed on the shore away from several houses, and you, Bucky and Sam made your way to the landing site. By now, thanks to some quick thinking by Cass and AJ, Sam had his shield at the ready, but you prayed he would not have to use it.

“SHIELD ship Zephyr One. Damn,” you muttered under your breath as you got to the now lowered ramp. “I thought you were dead! And so does Fury!” you said as two men made their way to the top of the ramp.

Standing in front of you were Phil Coulson and Daniel Sousa.

“Nice to see you again, Chief,” Coulson said as Sousa gave him an odd look. “One of my trainers back in the day.”

“And Peggy Carter’s best friend in mine,” Sousa added the duo was soon joined by Melinda May.

“She never told you? Either of you? She was the original 0-8-4,” May noted as she walked down the ramp.

“No, I helped Howard Stark coin the term,” you growled as you looked at May. “The world knows full well where I am from and how long I have walked this ground. I’m just a hell of a lot older than I look.”

“Oh my God, we are home,” Daisy Johnson said as she walked up next to Sousa, his arm snaking around her waist, leaving no question about their status as a couple. You had heard about the Inhuman’s encounters with some preternatural allies, and you wanted to hear more about that, as well as how Sousa was actually there with them now.

“Home?” Bucky whispered in your ear as Sam leaned in to hear his comments.

“If you weren’t home, where were you?” you asked Coulson as the rest of his team filtered off the ship. You vaguely knew them by physical attributes, but not all the names were clicking in your mind at the moment.

“I was hoping you might be able to tell us,” he said as you looked at him, and you could tell already this was not the Phil Coulson you knew. Not totally anyway. “From our calculations, we’ve been gone about five years.”

“The blip,” Sam said as you shook your head. “Oh, tá sé seo ach iontach. I mean, this is just great,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “You lot like cupcakes, right? Please say you like cupcakes. And beer.”

You grabbed Bucky’s hand without thinking and prayed he could actually hear the words you were thinking in that crazy link of Wanda’s. {{I wanted this to be a happy day for Sam. Not one where his family would be in the middle of this nonsense. I’ll get them all out of here fast. Just…could you please help me figure this out?}}

A brief nod let you know Bucky heard at least some of your request.

“Sarah, I’ll get these folks out of here and back to New York ASAP. I just hope I can find Maria Hill or Nick Fury. How do I explain that their world is about to get turned upside down again?”

My wonderful tag crew--thank you!: @historygeekfics, @arrthurpendragon, @starryeyes2000, @chickensarentcheap

And up to lucky Part 14—What in the world do you do with Agents of SHIELD if there is no more SHIELD? And how will the surviving OG Avengers feel when they learn Phil Coulson is not quite as dead as Nick Fury lead them to believe?

#oc appreciation #fyeahsuperverseocs #mcu oc kari macorish #mcu multiverse oc #bucky barnes x female oc #sam wilson #sarah wilson #aj wilson #cass wilson #phil coulson #melinda may #daniel desousa #daisy johnson #quake #the cavalry #agents of shield #sam wilson is captain america #the winter soldier #oc creators unite!

[arnaerr]

OC infodump tag

tagged by @lucien-lachance, thank you! (and sorry it took me so long, i was fighting the irl horrors). Tagging anyone who wants to participate!

I'll go with Savari 🫡

1. What is your oc's name? Why did you choose it? Were there any other names you considered?

Savari Malguran. I was just playing around with the name generators and finding something that sounded like her. It's always intuitive.

2. How was your oc raised? What kind of background?

She was raised in the noble family. Malguran family dedicates themselves to studying necromancy and guarding magical secrets, so Savari was trained in magic since her childhood.

3. What values do they have? How were they instilled in them?

Her values were mostly rooted in her by her family. She believes in justice and in the balance. It is important for her to prevent others from necromancy misuse.

4. What does your oc look like? Have they had other designs? How has their look changed?

Fun fact: I've been playing in character creator for 2hrs to make a tiefling, then I moved to creating the Guardian and did it quickly and randomly. Then I realized that I like the Guardian elf design much more and decided to use this loom for the main character. Thus, Sav was born.

5. Does your oc have a family? What do they define as family?

Malguran family is secluded but united. Each member of the family is involved in necromancy arts in one way or another. I talked a bit more about on my Patreon.

6. Does your oc have a mentor or someone they look up to? Why do they look up to them?

Her grandma! She's a retired battlemage and invested lots of time and care into Savari's magical training. They're very alike and even have similar names(grandma's name is Savrina). Here's a sneak peek of her from the Patreon family tree:

7. What has been the most significant event in your oc's life? How has this affected them?

see this post and this

8. Who does your oc care about? Is it reciprocal?

Her family, her tadpole adventure companions, and Halsin. It is mostly reciprocal, tho with Halsin, Sav fell first.

9. What are your oc's hobbies? How do they relax?

Dancing, reading, studying magic or going to expeditions to retrieve some magical artefacts.

10. What should we understand most about your oc?

She's very cool, actually.

#ask game #savari

[katiekatdragon27]

I'm so normal about the teensies.

I'm so normal about the teensies that I made a pre-Rayman origin story for the teensies. The teensies built the world lol, idc how inaccurate it is to the lore lol.

It's my interpretation, I get to decide the lore!

(THING TO NOTE: All of their designs are based on already existing teensies, whether it be canon or concept doesn't matter. If you can accurately figure out which teensies inspired who, I will give you a gold star🌟)

General plot synopsis: Polokus made the world. The fairies were also made; however, they were not "sentient" beings yet. All their births were from teeny terraforming of the land but that'll be explained in a later post. Anyways, the teensies were created not only to make sick beats with their noses, but to give the world guides and watchful keepers of order. Once every creature was created, Polokus took his leave, leaving all his "kids" to figure everything out. As one could imagine, that caused a lot of fighting over who's in charge. One teensy in particular knew in his heart he was built to lead. However, due to his short stature and insistence for violence, many did not even lend a passing glance.

When Polokus had a bad dream and a certain first nightmare invades the Glade, death in introduced into the world and no one knows how to deal with it. In a test of leadership and strength. This one teensy beat the odds, uniting every clan of teeny around, recruiting their most powerful fighters, and taking down the nightmare, restoring peace to the Glade.

Despite the win, there were still many rabid creatures running around, so in an attempt to establish order permanently, they "built" the Snoring Tree, the most middle part of the world where every teensy leader (and other creatures if needed) could come to discuss diplomacy and general plans of action (a knights of the round table kind of thing). It is where the Hall of Doors is located along with a direct link to the Livid Dead, which was established just a few years earlier. (After the Snoring Tree was made, that's when the fairies were "born" with Betilla being the first.)

However, his establishment of peace fell on it's face almost immediately due to teensy nature being lowkey selfish lol. The first "generation" of teensies was very good at this "guide and order keeper" job, but as each generation passed, more and more of the teensies' diplomatic mindset was pushed to the wayside in favor of a superiority complex. And when Betilla made Rayman as a protector of the Glade, many teensies lost interest in fighting themselves, leaving them very susceptible to attacks. That's why every creature ever is adamant in sticking these guys in cages. Cuz they're lowkey assholes who can't fight lol.

There are gonna be 10 important people to the plot, but I only got five finished right now. Their bios are below the cut:

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Aurthr the Grand Minimus (Fighter):

Aurthr is actually the First King in his prime. He was the first teensy made by Polokus, although he is not the "oldest" (like imagine a creator making ocs of different age ranges but they were all made at the same time). By default, he feels an entitlement to the first throne position in his kingdom, but before he is deemed "king", he has to go though a trial. That trial is ... defeating Jano! Yes, these are gonna be the group of teensies that defeat Jano and create the Livid Dead lol. But in order to do that, he needs to learn to be a leader. Along the way, he also learns that to be a grand leader, he needs to value solutions through diplomacy over violence (something that is lost in later generations *cough cough*).

Orion the Adventurous Ranger:

Orion is Aurthr's childhood best friend who comes from outside the castle walls. Being a Murkin (a clan of teensies that has since disappeared), he is very good at going undetected and just navigating the world outside of civilization in general. Despite his soft-spoken nature and cowardness, he really wants to make a difference for the better in teensy society, and it may just come around by teaching Aurthr to listen first before attacking (along with how to be an amazing Kungfoot player).

And yeah, he has ears. Ears are a recessive gene, but the Murkin were the clan that had that trait the most. (They usually get cropped if they're too big to hide in their hats.)

Sapphie the Beautiful Bard:

Sapphie is a teensy who's primary magic use is of the darker arts (hence her ability to go natural hair). Before being Aurthr's first recruit, she spent most of her days traveling about and doing small thieving jobs. She was a well-know musician, and she performed for money a lot. However, what she loves more than money is adventure. She immediately jumps onboard to Aurthr's crew, leading as healer until a different teensy joins the group later on and giving her the chance to fight. She teaches Aurthr about strength in presentation (and how to play his nose like a musical interment).

Umber the Undead Warlock:

Umber is one of the two mages that Aurthr sought out to help fight Jano. They are the Griskin Chief and trying their best to keep their people safe. This dedication to their people's safety led to a deal with a slumbering spirit, giving up their voice in exchange for power and sanctuary near his den. While constantly struggling to keep their clan quiet, they have been trying to manage the sudden influx in stressed out and scared ghosts showing up and causing a ruckus. Stressed and overwhelmed, it takes more than just some talking to convince them to go with Aurthr. But after helping with some big tasks and beating them in a game of Kungfoot, they decide to assist, and put a stop to whatever is killing everyone from above the bog.

Soria the Stunning Sorceress:

Soria is one of the two mages that Aurthr sought out to help fight Jano. Being part of the Sylkin sorcerers, she was the main protecter of Polokus's resting place high in the mountains. She is incredibly strong for a teensy in terms of magic, making her quite the formidable fighter. However, she would much rather sing and dance, and overall just have fun being alive than perform combat. She decides to help defeat Jano after being bested in music fight with Aurthr and having her eyes open to the destruction occurring down below.

She also has ears. They are long, but since her hat is also long there was no need to crop them.

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There are five more characters that will be posted later, but these are the important ones at the beginning of the story. I have a lot of this world thought out with a very solid plotline, so if y'all got any questions, I would be more than happy to answer them. Thank you for your reading all this and have a lovely day ^^

#literally the one thing this story DOESN'T have is a NAME #i've just been calling it the DnD teensies since conception lol #no idea if that will be permanent or not we'll see #also funny thing #i had a dream where this idea was stolen from me and when i posted this i got backlash for being unoriginal💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 #i think im original at least #it take a certain kind of delusion to write a whole ass story about obscure mentions headcanons and a character that has no real plot lol #rayman #rayman fanart #rayman hd #rayman 1 #rayman 2 #rayman 3 #rayman origins #rayman legends #teensy #teensies #rayman teensies #teensy oc #teensy ocs #dnd teensies #i think im just gonna call them that for now #also also feel free to make your own teensies inspired by this too #all you need to do is take a modern teensy and make them wear more interesting clothes really lol #(this works for ocs too lol) #katiekatdragon27

[zwy01]

Millennium AU!

Hi everyone!!! After three years I finally updated+upgraded my Millennium AU lineup! Now I have a total of 15 ocs for this AU instead of the previous 10! This is probably my magnum opus as a noblesse fanart/fan-content creator lol.

For context, this is an alternate universe where Razark is alive, it’s 1000+ years in the future, and everyone has kids.

Important note: this is not a happy AU. There are happy moments, but with the general settings of characters and their relationships with one another, and the way Lukedonia is defined by Lord Raskreia… not very optimistic. It’s angsty. I’ll explain more as this post goes, and you’ll see why.

On how nobles have kids in my headcanon: nobles reproduce asexually. To be precise, children are born from soul fragments. Soul fragments can be extracted at the cost of some of the parent’s own lifespan. Two soul fragments create a new soul, aka the child. Because how this entire process has lifespan shortening qualities, children are usually proof of true love or repaying a major favor/debt to someone. It’s a huge deal for nobles, so it is never taken lightly. If a clan’s last clan leader/pureblood dies without an heir, a new heir/child/soul is born from the mystic energy that the air/ground of Lukedonia emits. Kind of like a thin-air baby appearing out of nowhere.

How to read this lineup:

White text: character name

Blue text: parents’ names, if any.

Ring + heart: parents are in love & married.

Heart: parents are in love & not married.

Green diamond: parents are not in love. Soul fragment donation as debt repayment. Children do not carry their donor’s surname.

Eldest to the left, youngest to the right.

Now introducing the characters!

Alois Elenor: Male. First child of Ludis Mergas and Rozaria Elenor. Name means “famous warrior”. An introvert. Nicknames: Al, the hair guy, magic boy. Relationship with family: Ludis (father, good), Rozaria (mother, good), Susanna (sister, good)

Alois is the first born of the entire nextgen cast. He is very very shy, and almost never talks, and if he does it’s when he thinks it’s necessary. He doesn’t like eye contact with virtually anyone who isn’t family, so he usually has his eyes and face covered with his bright red hair. If you try to brush his hair aside to see his eyes, he WILL freak out and turn you into a frog. That’s reserved for his family and his crush, sorry. He’s usually calm, but has an anxious side to him that shows when he feels stressed out. He’s also quite sensitive, but people usually have no idea about what he’s thinking since he doesn’t talk, and they can’t see his face. His younger sister Susanna can always tell, though. She reads him like a book. Alois is a very big family-oriented guy and will do anything to make his family happy. The four of them have an extremely close relationship, and make a happy family unit. Though Alois being the only introvert in his family means that sometimes he gets overwhelmed by their excess energy. He may not show it in the way his family does, but he’s very very happy to receive their love. Dotes on his younger sister Susanna. Has a major crush on Luzia Tradio. Super big fan of Kei Ru, idolizes him.

Luzia Tradio: Female. First child of Kei Ru and Claudia Tradio. Name means “light of the day”. An introvert. Nicknames: Lucy, Cici, witch queen. Relationship with family: Kei (father, not very good), Claudia (mother, good), Jia (sister, bad)

Luzia Tradio is never seen to smile, and she always wears a frown on her face. She is a bit grumpy and standoffish. If you look at her with the wrong expression she might give you the death stare… or so it seems. You see, she has a history of casting curses on people and making them vomit maggots for hours, but hey it’s for a good reason. They annoy her too much. Just don’t get too close to her, or ask too many questions. She has inherited her grandfather Lagus’ talent, and is the most powerful in the entire nextgen cast. But what most people don’t know is that she is trying to recover Lagus’ legacy… specifically his research, creations, and abilities. Due to the Lagus’ traitor history, doing so has been banned by none other than Lord Raskreia. And even if it weren’t banned, Luzia trying to chase after Lagus’ research would make mommy dearest drop dead in anxiety. Luzia won’t actually try to take over Lukedonia; in fact she’s not interested in any of it. She just genuinely enjoys doing the same creepy/shady/illegal stuff gramps did. So she has an underground lab where she pursues Lagus’ legacy and conducts her… err, research. Just evil edgy witch stuff. No one needs to know. Hah. She has a great relationship with her mother Claudia and swears to protect her. She can’t stand her father Kei and sister Jia for… complicated reasons, so she avoids them and shuts them out. They try to reach out to her, though their attempts almost always fail. May or may not like Alois back… welp, she’s in denial. Likes candy.

Aretis Verja Di Reiner: Male. Only child of Razark and Erga Kenesis Di Raskreia. Name means “the deciding warrior that defends virtue”. An extrovert. Nicknames: N/A. Relationship with family: Razark (father, good), Raskreia (mother, very very bad)

Reiner is Raskreia’s heir and the next lord. Reiner’ story is a complex one. He is naturally very charismatic and shines in his own way, but that gets affected by his upbringing and now he’s just majorly depressed and too tired to care about anything. You see, his mother Raskreia isn’t the best at expressing her emotions as she is naturally stoic.. and has her sense of pride, even when it comes to loving her son. She believes her duties as Lord comes before anything else, even if it’s her family. So, she makes it to clear to young Reiner that he is her heir and subject before he is her son. Welp, that’s certainly very…reassuring to hear from your mom-lord. So even when Raskreia and Razark love each other very much, Reiner was raised almost entirely by his father Razark, whom he shares a good relationship with. Reiner has a very strong sense of justice and seeing how Raskreia’s ways are stubborn, archaic, even borderline tyrannical and how she is headed towards failing Lukedonia, he protests againsts her ways and seeks to abolish their system altogether in favor of a democracy. Reiner fails and proceeds to leave Lukedonia out of anger and helplessness and decides to never become Lord, though he had already made this decision long ago when he cracked under pressure to become the perfect prince. Raskreia sees his act as a rebellion, and deems him a traitor. Uh oh, his own mom-lord might be after his head. Time to run. He’d probably be way happier to stay away from all the trouble at home and work as a cashier in the human world. Sigh. Give him a pat on the shoulder and tell him good work. Too depressed to like anyone.

Jia Ru: Female. Second child of Kei Ru and Claudia Tradio. Name means “auspicious”. An extrovert. Nicknames: little tigress, bedrock annihilator, them muscles. Relationship with family: Kei (father, good), Claudia (mother, good), Luzia (sister, neutral)

Jia is an excellent martial artist, just like her father Kei, whom she absolutely adores. She enjoys sparring with others, often running out of people to challenge just because she does it so often and they’re all tired and want to rest. What do you mean you wanna rest, it’s only been the 8th spar of the day! Ugh, y’all don’t exercise enough. She has sharp canines that show in a toothy grin when she’s happy. She is on good terms with most of her peers though sometimes she may or may not offend others with her bluntless. She doesn’t mean any harm, she just doesn’t really have a filter and says whatever’s on her mind…even around their Lord. Whoops. Luckily Raskreia wasn’t too pissed. Be careful next time. She does get extremely shy around Alois though, whom she has a huge crush on. Her hair accessories (set of golden hoops) are gifts from her mother Claudia. Claudia wears the other pair. Kei isn’t the best with expressing love and he mostly only gives combat-related compliments that roughly translate into “I love you”. He does call his daughter “little tigress” when they are alone; it’s a nickname he gave to her as a child. Jia knows Kei loves her, and he knows she loves him, and they’re happy. She doesn’t like sweet food, and loves meat.

Susanna Mergas: Female. Second child of Ludis Mergas and Rozaria Elenor. Name means “to be joyful/graceful lily”. An ultra extrovert. Nicknames: Susa, teacup, cupcake. Relationship with family: Ludis (father, good), Rozaria (mother, good), Alois (brother, good)

Susanna might be the shortest and tiniest of the bunch, but she is jam-packed with raw energy. Fun energy. Chaotic energy. Loud energy. Just pure energy. She’s the ultimate definition of a social butterly. As long as something moves, she’ll want to befriend it. Hey you! You can be her 278th best friend! Seriously. She’ll love it and so will you. What do you mean you can live for tens of thousands of years and still haven’t memorized everyone’s names? That’s impossible! Lol. She loves hanging out with people and finding fun things to do. Tea parties is one of her absolute favorites, and she too has mastered the art of tea parties under the guidance and apprenticeship of her beloved daddy and the master of human traditions, Ludis. A day is never dull with her and her family. They just love partying. As loud and energetic as she is, she is actually quite good at picking up very very subtle cues of how other people are feeling, and will quiet down and approach you differently if you need it. Smothers her brother in affection, and loves being doted on by him. Arya’s girlfriend.

Kaelestis Blerster: Male. Only child of Karias Blerster and Rael Kertia. Name means “of the sky, heavenly”. An extraverted-introvert. Nicknames: Kaekae, dad, the no-fun guy. Relationship with family: Karias (father, good), Rael (donor, good) Raegyn & Arya (half-siblings, good)

Kaelestis is the most mature out of the bunch. Unlike his eccentric father Karias, he is very proper and does not engage in the former’s speech and actions. In fact, he’s probably closer to being the parent than the other way around. He often calls out Karias for his behavior and does not hesitate to reprimand his father for his inappropriateness. Karias just laughs, does a fake dramatic flop down the floor, whines to his son about how he’s just no fun at alllll. Kaelestis just shakes his head and sighs. Kaelestis actually got his nickname Kaekae from Karias because Karias gets okay’d by his son all the time. “Okay Clan Leader, time to act maturely like a proper noble”, etc. Even his friends call him “dad” as a joke. The only time he’s ever acted “improper” was when he called Raskreia “auntie”… but that’s because Karias lied to his son and told him daddy’s Lord’s brother. And Kaekae believed it. Never again for those petty tricks. Kaelestis is also an excellent painter and architect, and is responsible for Lukedonia’s artistic projects. His personality may not be romantic, but his crafts certainly are. Just breathtakingly beautiful and you won’t see talent like this anywhere else. Likes Izar.

Raegyn Kertia: Male. First child of Regis K. Landegre and Rael Kertia. Name means “little king/impulsive”. An extrovert. Nicknames: Ray, the genius, mr. Celebrity. Relationship with family: Regis (father, good), Rael (father, good), Arya (sister, good), Kaelestis, Garyth & Alethea (half-siblings, good)

Raegyn is a surprisingly good diplomat, as he is the smartest of the entire nextgen cast. Though, he is seen as a good diplomat and loved by all not because he truly is that way. He is just very, very smart and knows how to get things… and people to be the way he wants. At his level manipulation is quite easy, though usually he doesn’t need to do so as his natural charm does the job for him. He’s already everyone’s favorite guy #1. He’s snarky and witty. Sometimes, he might come off as arrogant because he expects people to understand things without needing him to explain and gets frustrated when they don’t. He doesn’t show this side easily, but he’s secretly very apathetic and loves dark humor. By human standards sometimes you’d wanna call him lil’ shit. Damn, it’s just lonely to be at the top. He has a good relationship with his fathers, and Rael often comes to his son for advice. They have casual debates sometimes and Rael always loses. So proud of my son. He’s the smartest. Yaaaaa. Likes Umbra.

Arya K. Landegre: Female. Second child of Regis K. Landegre and Rael Kertia. Name means “noble/air song”. An extrovert. Nicknames: Ari, Yaya. Relationship with family: Regis (father, good), Rael (father, good), Raegyn (brother, good), Kaelestis, Garyth & Alethea (half siblings, good)

Arya is the opposite of everything elegant. She’s actually quite cringy, in a good way. She’s loud, fidgety, and cheerful. If you brought all these kids to a fast food restaurant, she’ll be the one throwing fries around like confetti and convincing everyone else to join in. If it weren’t for the black stripes in her hair, you would’ve never guessed that she’s a Landegre because she doesn’t act like one at all. Truth be told, part of it is a show. She is sad to see Lukedonia so somber, and tries to cheer up others by putting on an act, thinking she can try to get others to feel a bit happier, if she pretends to be happy too. But mostly it’s for making her clan leader and father Regis happy to know that she’s “happy”, now that he has a really shortened lifespan and they don’t have too much time together. A not-so-healthy coping mechanism for her soon-to-be grief. Someone get this girl an oscar and some therapy. Susanna’s girlfriend.

Garyth J. Loyard: Male. First child of Regis K. Landegre and Seira J. Loyard. Name means “honest/tender person”. An introvert. Nicknames: Gary, angel, starlight. Relationship with family: Regis (father, good ), Seira (mother, good), Alethea (sister, good), Raegyn & Arya (half siblings, it’s complicated)

Garyth is the most beautiful child in the entire nextgen cast. You’d take one look at his face, and you’ll want to throw chocolates and diamonds at him. He has super long eyelashes that seem to flutter like feathers in the wind. He also has an angelic voice, and is an excellent singer. You’d get distracted and walk face first into a pole if you happen to stumble upon him singing. He is also the great-grandchild that resembles Gejutel the most out of the four that exist, despite being the Loyard heir. His mannerisms are also very Landegre. He’s very obsessed with being elegant, and while he is very dignified, he can engage in playful banter just like how Regis does it. Susanna probably handed him a sharpie once and told him to “color his hair” since Gary is just so obsessed with the Landegre side of himself. Smooth one, Susa. Gary is super embarrassed. Garyth does have a lingering sadness inside once he learns of his mother Seira’s trauma and past. He loves her very much and will do anything for her. For that reason, he absolutely hates Rael’s guts for his history of stalking and harassing Seira. He loves Regis very much too but is confused why Regis forgave his former nemesis and even married him. He avoids his half siblings for the same reason, since they remind him of Rael. Confused Garyth harbors a deep resentment and sadness inside for not being able to help. His sister Alethea knows of it, but wonders why her brother never talks about it. Has a lil’ thing for Reiner.

Alethea J. Loyard: Female. Second child of Regis K. Landegre and Seira J. Loyard. Name means “truth”. An introvert. Nicknames: Thea, bunny. Relationship with family: Regis (father, good ), Seira (mother, good), Garyth (brother, good), Raegyn & Arya (half siblings, good)

Alethea resembles her mother Seira so much, she could very much be her. Seira’s little clone basically. If you put her side-by-side with her mother’s younger self, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between them. Seira nicknames her daughter “bunny”, and Alethea blushes when her mother calls her that. Alethea is quiet and reserved, though not entirely due to being an introvert. She suffers from low self esteem. Being Seira’s second child she won’t get a soul weapon nor will she become clan leader, and she is fine with that. Her low self esteem stems from her feeling extremely out of place in this world. Everything feels so foreign even though she’s experiencing everything in her own skin. She just never feels like she belongs here, and often zones out because of this. She suffers from a lack of purpose. She is just observing this world, and prefers to not partake in it. She is very empathetic though, and shares a close bond with her family. She doesn’t avoid her half siblings like her brother Garyth does. Prefers to hang out with great grandfather Gejutel, just the two of them, in his library. That’s where she feels the most at home. Nice safe space. Likes peace and quiet.

Bellona: Female. Gradeus’ clan’s heir. No parents, born from thin air. Name means “goddess of war”. An extrovert. Nicknames: Belle, Nana. Relationship with family: Gejutel (caretaker, good)

Bellona was born to be Gradeus clan’s heir. Gejutel names her in good will, hoping that she becomes a good leader, should she choose to use her powers in battle. Interestingly, Bellona channels her energy into dancing. She is a skilled fighter, though she prefers to let her energy out by dancing and her dance moves mimic those of battle. Intense and passionate. Fiery. A berserker of a different kind. She can feel it in her muscles, in her bones, in her soul. Dancing is her life. She’s that person who tells you working out will help with feeling sad. Often drags Reiner around and forces him to dance, much his annoyance and Raegyn’s amusement. C’mon, it’s gotta help! Just shake the tension off. Feel your feet on the ground, and forget the thoughts in your head. Good friends with Cordelia Kravei. Ps she sometimes summons Messad and swings it around as dancing prop, because hey it looks pretty damn cool. Likes Garyth.

Izar Siriana: Male. Siriana clan’s heir. No parents, born from thin air. Name means “star”. An extraverted-introvert. Nicknames: Izzy, bookworm. Relationship with family: Gejutel (caretaker, good)

To Gejutel, Zarga just… seemed bit lost. So in hopes that this his heir finds a passion in life and shines brightly, he names this boy Izar. Just as his name suggests, he develops a love for astronomy and the maths. Most nobles nowadays arent too concerned with being empirical aside from a few who also have an interest in these subject matters, but Izar takes it to another level. Having a passion that grounds him to the earth while he stares into the sky makes him happy. A neet. By human standards you’d be questioning how long he hasn’t showered. He’s not shy though, just prefers to live with his books. One day hopes to discover alternate universes and conquer the black hole, probably. At least he jokes so. Vomited maggots many times from Lucy’s curses from being too annoying and pestering her nonstop for a possible “research buddy”. Lucy doesn’t care for hot burning elemental cores or numbers. Leave her alone. Has a super smart pet ferret named Charles who acts like an assistant and helps him fetch his books and papers. Drinks coffee not because he needs it, but because it’s fashionable and trendy scientists do so. Right? That’s what you call them… scientists!! He even got himself some round glasses to complete his look. Sooo cool. Maybe he’ll ask Lucy for some of her eyeshadow to give himself dark eye circles. …You really wanna vomit maggots again? Likes Jia.

Asa Drosia: Male. Drosia clan’s heir. No parents, born from thin air. Name means “healer/morning”. An introverted-extrovert. Nicknames: N/A. Relationship with family: Gejutel (caretaker, good)

Edian had suffered from multiple unfortunate events prior to her death, so Gejutel names her heir Asa, hoping that he lives a peaceful, hopeful life. Asa is surprisingly good at talking and is quite diplomatic. Unlike Raegyn who only pretends to care and seems like nice guy thanks to his charm, Asa is genuinely nice. He is calm, and mentally and emotionally stable. He’s basically the local therapist kind of guy. He never judges anyone for their circumstances and is accepting of everyone. If you even just look at him in the eyes and see him smile, you’ll feel an uncontrollable urge to cry. Everyone (excluding funny Lord Rask) truly loves him and he’s glad to help. He’s pretty much the only dude in the entire cast not affected by depression. Just like how his SW is a pair of sharp rapiers, he’s good at pinpointing issues and digging them out from the source… though sometimes it hurts to bring out those old scars, even just to talk about them. Which is why Reiner even avoids him because. Cant hide anything from this guy. Ugh. Reiner’s pride. It’s okay, Asa won’t judge you. He has a collection of scented candles, and likes to do knitting in his free time. Likes Bellona.

Umbra Agvain: Female. Agvain clan’s heir. No parents, born from thin air. Name means “shadow/shade”. An introvert. Nicknames: Umbie, firecracker. Relationship with family: Gejutel (caretaker, good)

In contrast to Urokai’s character, Gejutel names her in hopes that she’d be calm and collected, with shadow in her name also meaning she’d protect the ones she loves…instead of the opposite. Unfortunately, she isn’t calm at all. Just like her predecessor, she is quite explosive, but for a different reason. She isn’t angry, nor is she jealous. She is frustrated. She feels and senses everything much stronger than everyone else. If she loves something, she loves it to death. If she hates something, she hates it to death. Everything comes so strongly, she only ever eats plain food, and uses her powers to suppress light and sound around her. Avoids people. It’s just too much for her. Cries and screams often when she is alone from the overwhelming sensations and feelings. Ironically, her hobby is cooking and makes great food. Stress cooks. Doesn’t eat any of it though. Susa’s more than happy to help herself to Umbra’s cooking. Likes Asa.

Cordelia Kravei: Female. Kravei clan’s heir. No parents, born from thin air. Name means “heart/jewel of the sea”. An introvert. Nicknames: Del, Lili, fish girl. Relationship with family: Gejutel (caretaker, good)

Cordelia is the last one to be born in the entire nextgen cast, which means she’s the youngest. Since Lukedonia is surrounded by the sea, Gejutel names her Cordelia in hopes that her heart and soul feels at home. Cordelia is a great illusionist and magician. Not magic in the sense of Elenor and Tradio, but as in tricks and visual effects. She spends a good amount of time by the sea and teaches herself to manipulate aura into various shapes and forms outside of battle usage. She can conjure beautiful illusions of both marine animals and mythical sea creatures, and often works with her best friend Bellona, giving a great show of illusions while Bellona dances. She’s good friends with Kaelestis, with Kaelestis often getting inspiration for his paintings from Cordelia. A pretty chill person in general. Likes Alethea.

Annd that’s it! For a little end note, yes Gejutel raises the last five. Why? Because of bad examples. The Previous Lord kept dumping stuff on Gejutel without explanation. Raskreia observes her father’s doings, and concludes that that’s the way to go when she doesn’t know how to approach something. Just hand it to Gejutel. So when the five thin air babies appear…. Yup, she just assigns Gejutel to them and yolos. Not my business. They’re the traitor clans’ new heirs, and back then Gejutel took good care of Claudia and her clan so he can manage five more right?? Right?? And as of now she doesn’t want to associate with them so… good luck Gejutel. Sorry. Ehh maybe not sorry. Anyways grandpa vomits blood and says goodbye to retirement. But he does follow her orders. Now he has 5 more kids to raise. Ugh. Btw Gejutel names all of them too cuz Rask being the negligent paranoid Lord she is, she doesn’t bother with it either. Gejutel raises them and has a good relationship with all five.

#noblesse #manhwa #myart #oc #original character #millennium au #my magnum opus for real #alternate universe #alois elenor #luzia tradio #aretis verja di reiner #jia ru #susanna mergas #kaelestis blerster #raegyn kertia #arya k. landegre #garyth j. loyard #alethea j. loyard #bellona #izar siriana #asa drosia #umbra agvain #cordelia kravei

[coacoachipsandspraycheese]

Helldivers OC!

My entire life has been consumed by this game, so have a half-baked OC and headcanons. I used the BG3 character creator for her face!

Name: Alexandria Simmons

Home Planet: Hellmire

Biography: Lived on Hellmire with her family as Terminid farmers until the planet was overrun when she was 12, which forced her and her family to return to Super Earth. Enlisted as a Helldiver at the age of 16, she has been a loyal soldier for years now, specializing in heavy armored crowd control.

Trivia: Has been cloned several hundred times, will be cloned hundreds more.

(I headcanon that each Helldiver has a set amount of clones on the ship for each mission, which is why we come out of the cryo pods, why we are reinforced with the same armor, voice, etc, and know about what our exact mission/equipment is even though we are suppose to be a "new Helldiver")

Used to her burns on her from living on Hellmire, but the cloning process didn't replicate them on her new bodies.

Absolutely loves Hellmire, secretly hopes it keeps being overrun so she can keep fighting there.

Part of the 222 Spec. Unit "Bug Zappers". (Credit to haptik.feedback on the Helldivers 2 Discord for the patch!! It was entirely their idea, I just love the patch since I fight mainly bugs with lightning :3)

Loves using Arc weaponry.

Fights mainly terminids, but will occasionally fight automatons for a fresh breath of air/if the major orders demand it.

Loves chargers, she finds them cute like one would find a cow cute.

Hates Bile Spewers, remembers all the times he got holes in her clothes from acid spit while farming them.

Has eaten terminid before. (Charger meat, its very juicy.)

#helldivers 2 #helldivers #super earth #oc #terminids

[capybaraonabicycle]

Kiss, Marry, Kill - Timey-Wimey Edition

Let's play a game! I made the following template:

[ID: empty triangle template, the three corners are labeled: 'Boop', 'Travel Time & Space With' and 'Punch'. end ID]

And your task is to pick one (or several) of the following categories and sort as many Doctor Who characters as you like and/or can think of into the triangle! Feel free to send whoever you reblogged this from an ask with the number you would like to see them sort!

'Boop' refers to any sort of one-time affection you would like to bestow upon a character - if you want, you can specify it as fuck, kiss, hug, high five, etc.

Incarnations of the Doctor

Companions

Minor characters

One-episode-five-lines - side characters

Companion's parents (+ assorted family members)

eu characters

dw parody characters

Villains

Incarnations of the Master

Time Lords

The Doctor's polycule

UNIT members

Characters you solely know from gifs/yt clips/someone telling you about them/... but have never seen in an episode

Pets

RTD characters

Moffat characters

Chibnall characters

OCs (only your own, please, unless you have the explicit permission from the creator)

[Your choice of a category]

Have fun! :D

#ask game #dw ask game #dw game #doctor who #kiss marry kill #you can obviously just take the template and do this for another fandom as well #there are no rules unless you want there to be :)

[basuralindo]

Do you mind sharing some of those shops, so our pals can dress their ocs without risking cultural appropiation for the new twst event? Thanks and if you don't want to, it's fine 🤝

Hi, thanks for the ask! First off I would like to clarify that I am local but not native, meaning I grew up in Hawaii but am not indigenous Hawaiian, so I can answer this but not as any kind of major authority on Hawaiian appropriation. Just to be transparent about your source here. (Also keep in mind I grew up on one single island, and the culture varies somewhat from island to island)

I can list some shops, but if you're worried about appropriation it's important to know that you'll find the most offensive and appropriative stuff in tourist shops, so I'm gonna start with a short list of things you'll find and should avoid first:

•Tiki shit. -These are actually an important Hawaiian tradition tied into the religion that has been exploited all to shit. There's still some casual or ironic use of tiki aesthetics by locals, but it's better as a visitor to just not. (There's a kinda Okay and Not Okay division of this, and you can tell by context and artstyle and shit, but I don't know how to reliably describe it)

•Hula paraphernalia. -Coconut bras are a costume, they've never been a real Hawaiian thing, they're literally just some bullshit aesthetic made up by and for haoles. Grass skirts are very occasionally used in hula, but not even a common material for hula skirts in the first place. But also, hula is a very important aspect of Hawaiian culture that should not be used as a costume in any form anyway. This includes haku leis (different from the classic flower lei, flower leis are ok), and any hula instruments (Ipu gourds and basically anything with red and/or yellow feathers, for a start). (Also, jokingly 'doing the hula'? Obnoxious.)

•Traditional Hawaiian tattoo art. -First off this is different from other ancient Hawaiian art (which can be its own gray area, but less dicey), traditional tattoos are very deeply important and have specific meanings, often related to ancestry and aumakua (think like, ancestral spirit animals). There is a lot of nuance here, and there is some stuff stylized off of traditional art that's widely sold, but again it's a nuance that I cannot easily convey and it's safer to just not do it.

•Hawaiian warrior paraphernalia. -If you ever go to Hawaii, you'll see a lot of charms and necklaces and graphic prints of Hawaiian warrior helmets, Hawaiian warriors, and boar tusk charms, Just Don't with these.

Also, special note on Luau: Tourist "luaus" are a very common attraction, and a likely event for tourists to go to. They are also immensely exploitative, white-owned, and culturally insensitive.

Anyway, clothing: It's good to remember that Hawaii is a US state, and we actually have a lot of the same brands and stores as the mainland united states (though living in the mainland, I've come to realize that the stuff we have is mostly west coast brands/companies) and we mostly wear a lot of common american clothing. So your OC would have access to a lot of common american clothes + aloha wear. The easiest way to avoid looking like a dick is really for the OC to mostly wear stuff familiar to them but suitable for very humid weather in the 75-95°f range, and whatever kind of beachwear they'd prefer. As you can see with the twst boys, they're actually mostly wearing beachwear or chino pants (which are a typical tourist choice, not a local style) and aloha shirts (a style developed in Hawaii through a mix of cultural influence and immediately marketed to the mainland by the creators, so not sacred and totally okay to wear), accented with straw hats, flowers, and a lot of beaded jewelry commonly sold but not culturally significant.

[Casual clothing]

We mostly wear shit like jeans/shorts/boardshorts and tshirts/tanktops/hoodies depending on the weather. It's common in Hawaii to wear beach clothes all over the place, like boardshorts and bathing suit tops/shirtless outside, and throwing on a tank top or tshirt indoors or more public areas like the mall. And most footwear is slippers (flipflops), closed shoes are worn but not as common for casual day to day. In general locals just, aren't as weird about exposed skin and the existence of feet as a lot of westers cultures? Like bare feet and sandals are normal, short shorts/crop tops/bikinis/shirtless guys aren't something to ogle at, they're just everywhere. Same with tattoos.

Some common local brands/local favorites: -Maui Built -Hurly -Quicksilver/Roxy -Local Motion -Billabong -Skate brands like Zumies are also pretty popular -American Eagle is really popular specifically with gay guys and christian girls, do with that info what you will

-You'll find a lot of popular tourist stuff like straw hats, souvenir beach towels, souvenir jewelry, and aloha print accessories at places like ross and walmart, as well as tourist centric shops like abc stores and whaler's village. With the exception of the problematic shit I listed, these things are typically inoffensive, but can be tacky. Basically you would be immediately clocked as a tourist, but you're not doing harm.

-Aloha shirts are sold in most clothing shops, and come in various levels of quality and formality. Higher end aloha shirts come in silk or imitation fabrics, relatively thick woven, are well fitted, and usually have less loud patterns (think Azul's shirt), and can be considered formal or business wear. These are something that would be appropriate in any office, weddings, fancy dinners, shit like that. More causal aloha shirts tend to be boxier cut and lighter fabrics like cotton, they have louder patterns and are often worn untucked or open over a tanktop/tshirt/bare chest (like Jack, Ace, Lilia and Floyd).

-Floral print dresses in light fabrics and various styles are really common for women, and often worn by tourists. These are usually longer, like at or past the knee but not floor length. The top worn by Riddle and the way it's styled is a woman's fashion mostly worn by tourists and haole women who moved to the islands. I can't remember seeing any local girls wearing these, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen.

[Accessories]

-Hats: Straw hats are usually worn by tourists, though some locals will wear them too (usually women at the beach, most men I've met will wear them ironically if they do at all. But ironic/satirical fashion choices are very common and get incorporated into outfits all the time). Women's hats are round with wide flat brims (Lilia, Riddle), mens are usually more fedora shaped (Ace). Floyd's looks like it's a pork pie panama hat, which is one of the most expensive hats you'll find, and referential to old timey gangsters, especially with the white shorts and aloha shirt combo. (I used to work in a hat shop sorry). Anyway most locals will wear flat brim baseball caps made of thick cotton with no mesh. Some people wear the curved brim mesh ones, but they're usually older people or white.

-Jewelry: This varies a lot, there's a few really common things that you see all the time, and the rest is usually combinations of Japanese and American fashions incorporated to individual tastes. Tourists almost never wear local jewelry styles and most jewelry worn there is a mix of modern Japanese and American styles that vary widely by individual preference. Tourist jewelry tends to be high end gold and silver stuff with Hawaiian themed motifs like sea creatures (turtles and whale tails being the most popular, then tropical fish, sharks, and octopus), tropical plants (hibiscus, plumeria, monstera leaf, bird of paradise), pearls (especially Tahitian black pearls), and mother of pearl or abalone pendants/earrings. And on the cheaper end there's the kind of wood bead and simple cord + charm bracelets (Jack) and shells or shaped clay beads (Riddle, Lilia), simple cord necklaces with shark teeth or metal charms (surfboards, sea animals, the like) and sometimes clay or steel beads, cheaper pearl necklaces, and toe rings. Things to avoid would be any motifs with warrior helmets, gourds/feathers, tribal print, and tikis. Bone or steel fish hook pendants are very popular with local men, and I personally find it weird to see on tourists because it feels very much cultural, but I haven't actually heard complaints on it, so I'd love it if anyone else wants to weigh in

-Side note on Ace just because I find it interesting: His braided leather belts and bracelets are actually referential to a popular style up the mountains that comes from the Paniolos, Hawaiian cowboys originating from Spanish influence who predated the cowboys of the classic American West! It started out as simple Spanish style plaited leather belts, then spiked in popularity in the 70's as part of a western clothing trend that still remains in fashion leather goods today. Hawaii still has some cattle ranches and historic cowboy towns with the original storefronts and everything.

-Pareos/sarongs are popular bathing suit accessories and I haven't heard anything about it being an issue. Again, avoid the problematic motifs listed earlier to be on the safe side.

-Sunglasses are a free for all, I buy all mine at ross but the popular brands I mentioned usually have their own lines. I see thick black brims (think oakleys) most often with locals, aviators are less popular. Oakley and Ray Ban are probably the most popular high end brands for locals?

-Footwear: As I mentioned earlier, most footwear is open toed slippers, these come in a variety of styles like the classic rubber slipper, sturdy foam ones like Scotts brand (a lot of these have bottle openers in the sole these days), and fancy leather ones like Olukais that can be worn with nice clothes. Also my personal favorite are the platform foam slippers which range from 1-6 inches in height that a lot of local girls wear. People wear closed shoes/boots about the same way the rest of america does I think, just less often? This includes dress shoes and heels for fancy settings. Popular closed shoes for locals are skate shoes and canvas chucks, I don't know if puffy hightop sneakers are still a thing anymore. Tourists often wear boat shoes(?) and similar kinda low cut light material styles.

-Leis and flowers: People gift leis for celebrations like graduations and weddings, sometimes greetings after long trips, but nobody wears flower leis as a casual style. Some men (usually in sales and guest services will wear kukui nut leis as part of their business attire, but it's not streetwear. There are also specific lei for hula that you just shouldn't wear. If you wanna put your OC in a lei go for floral, the most common tourist leis are purple orchids. Women will often wear flowers behind their ears of they feel like it, pretty much any variety. They also sell these foam-clay plumeria flowers on bendable wire stems in a variety of colors to wear behind the ear which are a fairly common accessory and super cute imo. Aside from that, people don't wear flowers often, the piles of flowers on their hats and shoulders in the promo art is not really a thing in Hawaii, like at all? And definitely not fruit. Nobody wears fucking bananas and mangoes, Ace looks like a clown.

-Important note on that though! The belts, bead necklaces, and floral shoulder things may potentially be referential to other pacific island cultures that I am not familiar with. I'd encourage you to do more research on those, as they may very well be appropriative (again, I don't recognize them and cannot say one way or another. I don't even know for sure about the fruit). I'd start with checking Tongan, Samoan, Filipino, Okinawan, and Indonesian traditional clothing to start with.

[Rich people clothing]

This is something that I don't have much experience with because I'm not rich, and tbh most locals aren't either. There's a massive wealth inequality issue in Hawaii, so there's a million high end restaurants and clothing stores and jewelers, but they're mostly exclusive to rich tourists, the people who can afford to move and buy land there, and their kids who are typically kept separate from the rest of the community.

-The popular Hawaiian Jewelry brands I know of are Na Hoku and Maui Diver's Jewelry. But in general I think the best source I can recommend is to check out the Shops at Wailea website and see what brands and styles they offer.

Aaand that's all I have energy for, I hope it's helpful. If any other Hawaii locals wanna add on that'd be awesome!

#anon ask #asks #twst hawaii event #twst stitch event #lost in the book with stitch #twsited wonderland #twisted wonderland lost in the book with stitch #twst lilo and stitch

[iceflwers]

𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷 “𝓫𝓮𝓷” 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓪𝔀 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Benjamin Jeffrey Bradshaw.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Ben (most commonly used), Benny, Benji, Bradley, Bradshaw, babe (by Matthew only), sweetheart (by Matthew only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: September 9th, 2002 (Virgo).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Miami, Florida, United States.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Spanish (not fluently), German (not fluently), Swiss German (not fluently), Swedish (not fluently), American Sign Language (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Homoromantic, homosexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender male (he/him pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Center for the Vancouver Canucks.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Kit Connor.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff (loyal, hard-working, compassionate).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: INFP - The Mediator (empathetic, open-minded, self-isolating).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Two - The Helper (warm-hearted, sincere, sentimental).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Physical touch for receiving, quality time for giving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Hockey, skating, cooking, memorization, playing acoustic guitar, dancing.

— ❥ LIKES: Cozy sweaters, fantasy novels, lying on his bed listening to music in the dark, winning hockey games, spending time with his teammates and friends, warm and Sunny weather, petting cats, cuddling with Matthew, comedy movies, doing puzzles, skating on fresh ice.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Losing, thunderstorms, being ignored, talking to his parents, scratchy fabrics, people who mistreat public servants, rainy days, any kind of discrimination, fake people, bugs.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Being left alone again, being hated, drowning, snakes.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Lydia Bradshaw (mother, estranged), David Bradshaw (father, estranged).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Elias Petterson, Joseph Woll, Brock Boeser, Quinn Hughes, Luke Hughes, John Marino, Jack Hughes, Thatcher Demko.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the Vancouver Canucks roster, Mitch Marner, Nico Hischier, Fraser Minten, Connor Dewar, William Nylander.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Jackson Harlan (former crush), Charlie Brighton (first boyfriend), Sal Ahmad (brief fling), Brock Boeser (brief crush), Matthew Knies (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ While Ben would never classify himself as a bookworm - he doesn’t really have enough time to read a lot because of his career - he does like to read, and always makes it a mission to read three books during the off-season.

— ❥ Ben’s favorite form of physical affection is holding hands with someone, or even just linking pinkies with them - he loves having that feeling of connection and not being able to be separated from someone in public.

— ❥ He is, unsurprisingly, very popular with queer hockey fans. There are plenty of edits floating around on the Internet calling him a queer icon and highlighting moments during games and media that the creators think showcase that, and honestly, he kind of loves it.

— ❥ Ben is also a proud feminist, and a huge supporter of women in professional hockey. He attends all the PWHL games he can get to, often bringing Matty and Joey with him, and consistently posts in support of women in professional sports and praises women’s hockey teams in interviews when he can. (Quinn is a very proud captain for him because of this.)

— ❥ Despite mainly being a student athlete, he really liked his classes in college, especially the Creative Writing course he took - Matty always jokes that he’ll have to become an author after retiring from hockey.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

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