#oc: nora gray

[amidst-wonderland]

☆—MASTERLIST—☆

slowly but surely getting back into consistent writing!

— PEAKY BLINDERS —

michael & original character

the gray area

kingdom come

break the cutie

glaswegian rats

ae fond kiss

tinker

— OUTER BANKS —

rafe cameron

jj maybank

— MARVEL COMICS —

bucky barnes

— DC COMICS —

wally west & original character

fall in love first

tim drake & original character

distractions

— SHAMELESS —

lip gallagher

haze

— BLACK SAILS —

original musings

excalibur

— SALTBURN —

oliver quick, felix catton & original character

lowlife princess

— FINAL FANTASY —

reno & cissnei

sting

#peaky blinders #michael gray #oc: nora gray #cissnei #reno of the turks #the turks #saltburn #outer banks #rafe cameron #oliver quick #felix catton x reader #lip gallagher #shameless #black sails

[jesterjamz]

had an idea about the heroes becoming celestials (this is just for funsies)

#jesters art lmao #thmgau #oc: cherry russell #oc: nora sunday #oc: leslie gray #oc: juniper irvine #oc: kalani odeta

[florencemtrash]

The Wisp Between Worlds

CHAPTER THREE: OVER THE WALL

Acotar fanfic/rewrite. Inner Circle x OC. Eventual Azriel x OC.

Summary: Have you ever wondered what you would do (and do differently) if you found yourself trapped in the fantasy world of your dreams? For Nora, this fantasy of hers is about to play out when she finds herself portaled away to the Moral Lands south of Prythian. But all is not as it seems. Feyre Archeron is missing and the deadline to break Amarantha’s curse draws near. Who will save Prythian now?

Warnings: None for this chapter 

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Dinah made good money that day, haggling at the market to sell the deer meat for a higher price than it was worth. They’d even cooked a few cuts for dinner in the fire, filling the house with the heady scent of meat that lasted long after they’d finished tearing into the food with reckless abandon. After nearly a week of surviving on stale bread, tea, and water it felt like they were doing something wrong. But after leaning back in her chair, stomach full and comfortably stretching the waistband of her pants, Nora wondered if it was the guilt eating away at her instead. If she was right about this, about everything, then she’d just killed a faerie today and the High Lord of the Spring Court would be coming for her.

Nora crawled into bed, bones weary and begging for rest. But her mind would not let her forget the glint of the steel tipped ashwood arrow sticking out of the beautiful wolf’s skull. Dinah and Jaskiel whispered to one another from their shared bed across the room. During the winter months they needed to crowd into the living room by the fire to escape the cold that seeped in through the floor and walls. Sleeping on opposite ends of the room was as much privacy as any of them would get. The beds themselves were little more than sheets stuffed with hay and scraps of wool from Dinah’s mending projects and just barely kept you from freezing on the ground. 

Before Nora had met them, and before Jaskiel had fallen ill, him and Dinah had lived comfortable lives in this little cottage. Jaskiel was once a small-time merchant and craftsperson, making frequent travels to the Continent to trade his wooden trinkets for spices and silks to sell to nearby villages. Dinah stayed home, tending to the house and the now dead garden of roses in the backyard. Whatever comforts Jaskiel had brought back for Dinah had long since been sold to the highest bidder. The only pieces left from that previous life were the books tucked away in the corner shelf of the living room, swollen and yellowed from the many times they’d all run their fingers through the pages, and Dinah’s wedding ring.

“It was the first thing I bought on the Continent.” Jaskiel told her, smiling at the strange girl who sat on the floor by his feet, bright eyes staring at him with curiosity. After a bath and a dinner of boiled katniss she was looking better, less like a frightened bird with its wings clipped.

“My first successful trip, and certainly not my last! And I knew the first thing I needed to do when I came home was marry Dinah.” She smiled from her seat next to him, abandoning her sewing project for a moment to rub his knee. She was thinner now than when they’d gotten married, gray hair sprouting from her temples and framing the crows feet that grew from her eyes whenever she was happy. Her hands were stronger too, more calloused and accustomed to hard work after Jaskiel had gotten sick. By pure force of will she’d carried the two of them through life since then and she vowed to continue doing so. 

Perhaps it was because they’d known a kinder life that they took Nora in, patiently allowing her to learn the skill of survival. 

I don’t want to leave. Nora thought tearfully, praying to whatever gods existed in this world that she wouldn’t be swept away in the night. She’d dreamed of Prythian every day, dreamed of being able to go home. Part of her still wanted that, the other part simply wanted to make peace with the life she knew now. No more change, no more being taken to new places and forced to learn everything all over again. 

Her prayer was not answered.

Dinah and Jaskiel had been asleep for hours now, unaware of the doom that had slipped through the wall and was now lurking outside their home. Nora lay awake, holding a knife close to her chest and continuing to murmur her pleas and prayers.

The front door blew open, shattering into a million pieces and raining down over their heads with sharp stabs. Nora immediately jumped to her feet, throwing her blanket around her to protect from the wood that continued to strike her as the creature clawed at the ruined door frame. 

Dinah was screaming. Jaskiel shouted Nora’s name as he threw his body over his wife, grabbing his cane. His lame legs cried out in protest when he tried to stand, brandishing the glorified stick as a weapon.

Nora sprained across the room, heart pounding and vision a blur as she barely dodged the next spray of wood that came crashing down. 

The beast had ripped the walls and part of the ceiling into ribbons with one angry swipe of his claws.

Well that was fucking rude. Nora thought, trying to quell the shaking of her hands as she stepped in front of Jaskiel and Dinah, holding her knife out towards the beast as he finally made his way into the room.

Every step shook the ground more powerfully than an earthquake. The little moonlight spilling through the cracks in the ceiling were snuffed out by his enormous frame. Standing taller than a fully grown man was a creature with the body of a bear, head of a wolf, and horns extending so far out from his skull it was a miracle they didn’t catch on the wooden beams. Pure muscle rippled underneath fur that glowed with a golden light, illuminating the mouth of jet black teeth that were bared as he roared, “MURDERERS!” 

Nora cringed, clapping a hand over her ear. Don’t drop the knife. Don’t you dare drop the knife.

“MURDERERS!” he screamed again. The foundations of the house shook with his power. Dinah’s screams died into quiet whimpers. Jaskiel crumpled to the ground, legs folding like paper beneath his rickety frame.

“WHO KILLED HIM?!”

The house remained silent. Only Dinah’s choked sobs punctured the stillness of the night. Nora tried not to faint, her mind fracturing into a million pieces as she tried to think of what to do next.

Do I tell him I killed the faerie? Do I tell him I killed Andras? Was that even the faerie’s name? But he hasn’t told me who I killed. I know who I killed. Am I supposed to know who I killed? Am I supposed to know I killed a faerie at all? What will happen to Dinah and Jaskiel?

Infuriated by the silence he lifted one arm, slamming his paw into the ground so hard that it broke through the wooden floors. Nora could feel the heat of his breath as he drew near, shoving his face right up against hers. “WHO KILLED HIM?!” 

Nora refused to falter, irritation slowly beginning to overtake her fear.

His breath smells like roses. How ridiculous. 

“We didn’t kill anyone!” Dinah sobbed, clutching her husband's shaking arm. The beast took one step backward and Nora let out a breath of relief. They were still alive. Dinah must have caught onto that string of hope because she began to regain her composure. Her blubbering might do nothing more than enrage the beast enough to slaughter them all.

“Please we didn’t-” Jaskiel’s feeble words were cut off by a growl. The beast’s eyes were still fixated on Nora, filled with even more fury for the fact that she remained standing - standing with a weapon brandished in her hand. The gall of the girl. He ripped it out of her hand as easily as one swatted a fly. Nora was too shocked to register the pain in her forearm as she stumbled backward, blood dripping down her hand and landing with a rhythmic thump thump thump onto the floor. 

If he regretted hurting her he didn’t show it. As if to make a further point that he could kill them all in an instant, he whirled around towards the dining table. It exploded without so much as a whisper from him, taking out a chunk of the wall in the process.

His horns threw shadows against what remained, twisting and turning like a pair of skeletal hands. Jade green eyes glared out, filled with fury and some small seed of grief. “Who killed him?”

“We didn’t kill anyone.” Nora said. Her pain made her angry. 

“LIAR! THE WOLF! Who killed the wolf?” 

Jaskiel and Dinah shared a look. Nora hadn’t said anything about a wolf.

“I did.” The young girl didn’t flinch, although her throat tightened from the admission like someone had a hand around her neck. “I killed a wolf. This morning in the woods.”

“Hush, child.” Dinah hissed. She tore a strip of fabric from her dress and tried to stem the flow of blood from Nora’s arm.

“And did you know?” The High Lord growled out, barely concealing the threat of death in his voice, “Did you know he was faerie?”

The color drained from Nora’s face. 

This is it. Two choices: lie and say you didn’t know and maybe he’ll let you live. Or… tell the truth. Tell him you knew the wolf was a faerie. Tell him you killed him out of hatred. Go to Prythian… try and get home.

The beast caught the flicker of recognition in Nora’s eyes, caught the narrowing of her inky black eyes in a look of hatred. 

“You did know.” he seethed. He pulled away from her, disgust in his eyes at the feeble human girl before him. This was the girl who’d killed Andras. Some pathetic little human had slaughtered his trusted friend. “Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it when you slaughtered my friend.” He prowled about the room, never taking his eyes off the three of them still huddled in the corner by the cinders.

“Better him than me.” Nora held her head up, glaring at him.

“No.” Jaskiel breathed out, grabbing at her uninjured hand. “Please,” he begged the beast, “She’s my daughter. She’s young. She didn’t know any better. She was afraid.” 

“Is that true?” the beast hissed, baring his fangs, “Did he attack you?”

She squared her shoulders. “No.” 

“So you slaughtered him. Unprovoked. You murdered him.”

Nora barked out a laugh, “And how many humans have you murdered? How many will you continue to murder? How many homes will you break into? How many lives will you threaten?” her voice was filled with venom as she spit out the words, “I hope your friend is suffering right now in the afterlife. I wasn’t certain at the time, but now that I know he’s faerie I don’t regret it at all. I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

She ignored his deep growl and dealt a final blow, “It was a quicker death than he deserved.” 

With a roar he brought his claw down on the bookshelf next to him, shattering it completely. The beloved tomes tumbled onto the floor, half shredded and dusty from their fall.

If you were really going to kill me, you would’ve done it by now. 

The fear of a painful death with Tamlin sinking his teeth into her throat and thrashing her around had made Nora forget one key fact: she knew this story. She knew about the curse that hung over his head - that hung over Prythian - and like it or not, he needed her.

The realization gave her power. She stood up again, ignoring Dinah’s desperate hands as she tried to force her daughter to kneel again, “What do you want?”

“What do I want? I want justice for what you did. I want you to pay.”

“We’ll pay the cost.” Dinah said frantically, “Name your price.” 

Nora’s heart broke. Please don’t. 

They had no money to spare. Dinah worked hard enough as it was, coming home every night with bleeding and cracked hands, and Jaskiel could do little more than beg for scraps of work. The wealthy in the village would offer them no respite, no mercy. They were too comfortable behind their iron gates and towering walls. Nora didn’t want to see Dinah beg too.

“And what is the price you’d lay on your daughter’s head?” the beast asked, stepping off the ruined shelf. Dinah stilled. “Whatever pathetic sum you offer won’t be enough. Andras was worth more than one-hundred of you.”

“Then what would be enough?” Tell us and be done with it already. “What do you want?” 

“A life for a life. That’s what I want.”

“I’ll pay it.” Jaskiel said, voice even and strong. Dinah swore at him as he struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane. 

“What the hell are you doing, Jaskiel?” Nora hissed, turning around and stepping directly between him and Tamlin. 

His kind face, weathered and leathery after decades of sea travel, softened when Nora’s face blocked the terrifying beast. She knew he liked her. He’d treated her with the love and kindness he would have shown his own daughter if he and Dinah had ever been blessed in that way. But the fact remained that Nora wasn’t theirs. She owed them a debt that could never be repaid and she wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to them.

“I’ll pay the price.” He said again, stepping to the side. Nora stepped with him, refusing to let Tamlin get close to Jaskiel.

“No he won’t.” Nora commanded, swinging back to Tamlin. The beast’s eyes flickered for a brief moment with something like surprise.

“As touching as the offer is,” he drawled, “I want the actual murderer.”

“Take me outside then. Don’t do it here.” 

Again, that flicker of surprise, “You dare ask for such a thing?” He scoffed, eyes narrowing.

“I wasn’t asking. You already ruined half the house and left a hole in the floor, you don’t need to fill it with blood either.” Nora spit out. 

He snarled, “For having the gall to ask me for such a thing, I’ll clarify something: I want your life. Prythian wants a life for the one you stole. So either you come with me across the wall to live out the rest of your days, or I take you outside and tear you to pieces as you so kindly told me to do.” His lips pulled back in a threatening smile. 

“So either you kill me here and now, or some other beast over the wall kills me in a few days time. Tell me, Beast, which would be quicker?”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowed. There was something in the way he moved, cat-like and predatory. Doubt flickered within her. What if I’m wrong? What if he kills me?

“I have lands,” Tamlin said carefully after some consideration, “So long as you don’t leave those lands you will be safe.”

“And what about Dinah and Jaskiel?” His eyes flickered over to the pair. Dinah’s eyes were trained on him, fear and fury simmering under the surface of her now composed face. 

“What about them?” 

“They’ll die without me. You only asked for one life. What fairness in ‘a life for a life’ is there if my absence leads to their deaths.” 

Dinah and Jaskiel both tugged harshly at the back of her sleep shirt, begging her to control her boldness. 

If a wolf could frown, it would look like the annoyance that crossed Tamlin’s face. “They’ll be taken care of.” 

Nora’s breath caught in her throat. Did he mean it? He must mean it. I’ll give him hell if he doesn’t help them.

“You swear it?” 

Tamlin’s eyes passed through each of them in turn. Nora, the girl’s name was. He tested the name out in his mind finding it agreeable enough. And he had to admit, some small piece of him was impressed - if not annoyed - by her boldness. The couple would surely die without her, already their frames were too thin and delicate to support their aging souls. 

“I swear it.” He said, and found it a very easy promise to make, “But, you must promise to never leave Prythian. The moment you step foot back in the Human Lands, the deal is off, and I can’t promise what will become of your precious little family.”

“Take the offer.” Dinah said, turning Nora around and grasping her too-thin face. Tears welled up in her amber eyes and Nora did all she could to stop the rising emotions in her chest. “Take the offer. You’re a survivor, child. You’ll make it. You’ll make something of yourself.”

Jaskiel said nothing, face falling and aging twenty years in a few mere seconds.

“When does she leave?” Dinah said with a sniffle, wiping her tears away and taking a deep, shuddering breath.

“Now.” 

“Now?!” Nora wanted more time with them. She wanted one more night.

“Now.” The decision was not up for discussion.

Dinah grabbed Nora’s shoulders, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “Don’t worry about us,” she whispered, burying her face into Nora’s dark hair, “Just worry about taking care of yourself, alright? You know how.” She kissed Nora’s cheeks, wiping her hands on her nightdress as Jaskiel took his turn. 

Nora braced her legs, feeling the weight of Jaskiel in her arms as he held her close. His legs may have been weak and broken, but his arms were strong. He brushed the hair back from her face with a calloused hand, stormy gray eyes expressing all he could not say. Goodbye. You will always be a daughter to me. Until we meet again.

Dinah grabbed her thickest cloak from the back of Jaskiel’s chair and threw it over Nora’s shoulders. Somehow the most important piece of furniture had managed to survive Tamlin’s rage. Final whispers of encouragement escaped Dinah’s lips before the beast snapped at them to leave, maneuvering through the wreckage he’d created with grace and power. 

Nora could do nothing but allow her hand to slip through Dinah’s and quietly trail after the beast.

He led her to a beautiful mare that had been waiting obediently for them by the treeline. Her coat was as silky and pristine as a polished pearl. Nora hesitated. She’d never ridden a horse before, but Tamlin was in no mood to wait any longer. He grabbed her roughly by the waist with one paw and dumped her unceremoniously onto the mare’s back.

Asshole. She glared at the back of his horns as he led them into the night.

When Nora looked behind her she found Dinah and Jaskiel standing together in the gaping hole of their now ruined house. She didn’t stop looking until the woods closed around her and her home disappeared from sight.

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They traveled for hours through the woods, the sun slowly sliding into place over the horizon and transforming the frost-bitten forest into the world’s largest chandelier. The constant rocking of the pearl-coated horse beneath her made Nora’s stomach turn and her thighs ached from the effort of staying upright. Tamlin’s utter silence didn’t make matters any better as he traced some secret path through the woods. Over time the rhythmic crunch of snow breaking beneath the mare’s hooves began to drive Nora to insanity.

You’re supposed to be getting me to fall in love with you, you know? Fucking idiot. 

The more and more Nora thought about the events from last night, the more irate she grew. He’d crashed into her house in the middle of the night in his beast form, scared them nearly to death, demanded Nora leave her home, and now wasn’t even putting in the effort to speak to her. It was deathly silent in these woods, as if even the squirrels and birds knew that royalty walked among them.

Nora huffed. Tamlin continued to walk unbothered. 

“You didn’t need to break into my house like that.” She said pointedly, breaking the silence. 

Tamlin’s left ear twitched. “What did you say?”

Nora rolled her eyes. With his fae senses there was no way he hadn’t heard her.

“I said you didn’t need to break into my house like that.”

He ignored her, which only fueled her desire to speak her mind out loud.

“You could have stolen me away in the night without bothering them. You could have waited until daylight when we weren’t sleeping.”

“You’re upset because my timing wasn’t convenient enough for you?”

Nora frowned. When he put it that way her words sounded quite childish. “What I’m saying is that you barged into my home with more pomp and circumstance and-and drama than you needed to.”

“You killed my friend.”

Nora stilled. She wanted to apologize for it. As much as she didn’t like Tamlin she regretted what she did. Part of the reason she hadn’t been able to fall asleep the night before was because she kept seeing the light leave Andras’s eyes. She couldn’t stop herself from hearing the pitiful whine that had escaped his throat as he finally stilled. She’d dared to touch his body to close his eyes. But as quickly as she’d laid her hands on him she’d reeled back. In the time it had taken her to gut the deer and bind it to the sled, his body had turned cold and rigid.

“You threatened to kill my family.” She said lamely.

“And yet they’re still alive, aren’t they?” “How can I trust you? How do I know you won’t just send someone else to kill them after we’re beyond the wall?” “I promised you they would be taken care of. I keep my promises. The question is whether you’ll keep yours.” His voice was gentler, more tired the further and further they got from Nora’s village. She thought his power would be tied to Prythian in some way - that he would gain strength as they neared the wall. Instead he was dragging his feet, limbs landing on the ground with heavier steps as they went along. She made note of every change in his body, storing the information away to mull over later.

“If it means they’re safe you can be sure I’ll keep true to my side of things.” She replied.

He’d been walking ahead of her the entire time, forcing the mare into a brisk pace that had Nora jolting in her seat, but after a few moments of cautious thinking he slowed down to walk beside her. Even while atop a horse, Tamlin stood taller than Nora, his horns dangling over her head like the swaying branches of a tree. She looked at them for a long while, tracing the grooves in the bone all the way down to where they connected to Tamlin’s skull. He stared at her the whole time.

“You don’t look like your parents.” Tamlin said carefully, catching her eye.

Nora snorted. With her dark hair and darker eyes and… well the rest of her, she was well aware that no piece of her looked like it came from Dinah or Jaskiel. 

“They’re not my parents.”

She flung her arm out, grasping at Tamlin’s horn for support when the mare took a quick jump over a fallen log. Her thighs were burning now, holding onto the lean body beneath her like a lifeline.

“Sorry.” Nora muttered, jerking her hand back to her body and cradling it beneath the folds of her cloak. She flexed it uncomfortably. 

She’d just touched the High Lord of the Spring Court. 

Suppressing a shiver she instead focused her attention on the strip of fabric still wrapped expertly around her forearm, running her fingers over the material and ignoring where it dried stiff with blood. It reminded her painfully of Dinah. She would have to mend the rest of her nightgown now. Nora hoped she hadn’t stained it too badly with any blood.

“What happened to your real parents?” Again he asked the question carefully, like she was a flight risk he couldn’t afford to scare off… which she very much was.

“They’re alive… or dead… I don’t know.” A truth. “I was stolen from them too and brought here from the Continent to be sold by slavers.” A lie.

“But you escaped.” He almost sounded impressed.

“Obviously.” 

And one day I’ll escape from you too. 

The words hung unspoken between the two of them like a spider’s web between two branches, delicate and complex. They descended into silence once more. 

“I’ll need to bind your eyes when we cross the wall.”

“What? Why?” Nora snapped her eyes to Tamlin and she forgot about the raven in the sky she’d been examining for the last twenty minutes.

“I cannot risk you seeing my lands.” His back tightened and he held his head up high.

“You said I would be safe in your lands.” 

“You will be. That doesn’t mean I want you to see all of them.”

Because you don’t want me to know how to run away. 

“Fine.”

A black silk sash appeared in Nora’s hands, cool as water and weightless as she obediently tied it tightly around her eyes. He must have enchanted the fabric because when she tugged at the knot she made it would not budge. She tested the blindfold but as much as she tried to pull it off it would not give. She huffed as she gave up, turning her head towards where she imagined Tamlin still was. He may be taller than a man and ten times heavier but his footsteps were imperceptible.

Blindness forced her to see with her ears, straining to identify every flutter of wings and rustle of snow falling onto the ground from a disturbed branch. She was just about to ask when they’d reach the wall when the world went still. 

All the sounds of the forest she’d been analyzing died out. Magic rippled through the air, humid and all consuming as it reached out for her. 

Her face paled. Suddenly she was back in the sea, screaming underwater as salt water filled her lungs and magic dragged her from her world to this one. Her reigns on the horse tightened, knuckles losing all their color. 

“Take off your cloak.” Tamlin said tightly. “You won’t need it anymore.” 

Nora only gripped the cloak tighter as though it would keep out the magic that threatened to consume her.

Tamlin said nothing, but he must have continued forward because despite Nora’s protests, the mare passed through the break in the wall. 

They passed through like they were passing through a waterfall. Magic rushed over Nora’s body, slick and alien, but it was quickly replaced by the comfortable heat of spring. The heady scent of flowers filled her nose, clouding her mind with their fragrance. While the oppressing winter in the Mortal Lands had driven all but the scavenger birds into their homes, here they fluttered about seeking companions with whom to live out the eternal spring. The subtle morning sun blanketed Nora’s shoulders, heating her up beneath her clothes. Still she refused to give up the last piece of her home. 

Tamlin let out a sigh of relief or despair - Nora couldn’t tell - as he felt his bond to Prythian grow once more. His magic would always run through his veins as intrinsically as blood - being in the Human Lands had done nothing to diminish that power - but he could not deny his connection to the magic that ran through Prythian, a magic that was beyond himself and to which he was only a borrower. These were the lands to which he would be tied until the end of his days. 

“Welcome to the Spring Court, Nora.” 

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Author’s Note: Hope you all enjoyed! Apologies it ended up a lot longer than I was expecting... whoops 😅. I have a masterlist up and am also starting a taglist so if you want to be added just let me know! 

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one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

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rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

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psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

#( 🦊 inbox asks ) #one piece x reader #op x reader #rwby x reader #fruits basket x reader #castlevania x reader #edens zero x reader #d.gray man x reader #dgm x reader #d gray man x reader #psycho pass x reader #owari no seraph x reader #ons x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #ynm x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #fate/ x reader #fate x reader #fairy tail x reader #drifters x reader #blood of zeus x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #obey me x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #final fantasy x reader #dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #devil may cry x reader

[iammyownsaviour]

As you all know, the Femslash February event of this year starts tomorrow so I decided I’ll be taking prompts and posting them in my account on AO3 iammyownsaviour (ant1hero), and pseuds ant1hero and transacelovegood (ant1hero). Here’s the full list of the fandoms and ships I want to write this year, you can send me an anonymous or non anonymous inbox with your prompts and you can even say in the inbox, in case you have an AO3 account, if you want me to gift the fanfic to you. And you can find the prompt list I'll be using for this event on my tag #fanfic events, but you can send prompts that aren't there too. Please be welcomed to send as many prompts as you can and I'll try writing and posting them for the whole month of February!

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024

FANDOMS & SHIPS

SEND ME PROMPTS!!

My Little Pony

Applejack/Rainbow Dash

Rarity/Fluttershy

Studio Ghibli

Ponyo/Kiki

Kiki/Ursula

Lisa/Granmamare (Ponyo)

Cardcaptor Sakura

Sakura/Tomoyo

Steven Universe

Peridot/Lapis Lazuli

Pearl/Amethyst

Pearl/Rose

Pearl/Garnet

Pearl/Bismuth

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona/Kim

Ramona/Roxy

Kim/Roxy

Kim/Knives

Envy/Roxy

Wednesday

Wednesday/Enid

Wednesday/Bianca

Mean Girls (2024)

Regina/Janis

Regina/Cady

Cady/Janis

The Hunger Games

Lucy Gray/Tigris

Katniss/Johanna

Katniss/Cressida

Rue/Primrose

Ginny & Georgia

Ginny/Abby

Ginny/Padma

Abby/Padma

Hamilton

Angelica/Fem!Alexander

Angelica/Eliza

Eliza/Maria

Outer Banks

Sarah/Kie

Sarah/Cleo

The OC

Anna/Summer

Marissa/Alex

Anna/Alex

Star Wars

Padmé/Fem!Anakin

Padmé/Sabé

Padmé/Dormé

Padmé/Cordé

Padmé/Jamillia

Padmé/Breha

Padmé/Beru

Sabé/Fem!Anakin

Sabé/Dormé

Sabé/Jamillia

Sabé/Breha

Sabé/Beru

Cordé/Dormé

Jyn/Leia

Leia/Fem!Han

Rey/Fem!Kylo

Rey/Connix

Rey/Rose

Rose/Jannah

Rose/Connix

Marvel

Betty/Liz

Cassie/Lila

Carol/Valkyrie

Carol/Natasha

Riri/Shuri

Riri/MJ

Sif/Valkyrie's

Sif/Jane

Sif/Maria

Natasha/Wanda

Natasha/Laura Barton

Natasha/Maria

Kate/Yelena

Kate/Lila

Kate/Cassie

MJ/Betty Brant

MJ/Lizu

MJ/Shuri

MJ/Cassie

Jane/Darcy

Jane/Wanda

Jane/Valkyrie

Gamora/Nebula

Stranger Things

El/Max

Joyce/Karen

Nancy/Barb

Nancy/Robin

Nancy/Kali

Robin/Chrissy

Robin/Barb

Robin/Eden

Kali/Eden

Chrissy/Kali

Chrissy/Eden

Teen Wolf

Fem!Stiles/Fem!Derek

Allison/Erica

Allison/Kira

Allison/Cora

Allison/Malia

Allison/Laura

Lydia/Fem!Stiles

Lydia/Erica

Lydia/Cora

Lydia/Malia

Lydia/Laura

Malia/Fem!Stiles

Malia/Kira

Malia/Erica

Malia/Cora

Doctor Who

Donna/Martha

Rose/Martha

Rose/Clara

Clara/Martha

Clara/Amy

Clara/Ashildr

Clara/Missy

River/Missy

River/Martha

River/Rose

Once Upon A Time

Snow/Regina

Snow/Red

Snow/Aurora

Regina/Red

Regina/Maleficent

Mulan/Aurora

Mulan/Belle

Belle/Regina

Belle/Red

Aurora/Cinderella

The 100

Clarke/Raven

Clarke/Octavia

Clarke/Gaia

Octavia/Raven

Octavia/Niylah

Octavia/Lexa

Raven/Emori

Raven/Abby

The Wilds

Shelby/Becca

Toni/Regan

Fatin/Leah

Leah/Nora

Leah/Rachel

#send me prompts #taking prompts #femslash february #femslash february 2024 #prompts #ao3 #ao3feed #ao3 writer #archive of our own #multifandom #ship list #femslash #femslash fanfic #sapphic #sapphic fanfic #wlw #wlw fanfic #mcu #stranger things #teen wolf

[iamafanofcartoons]

Yang Xiao Long Defense Post

As for some reason people say that Yang somehow became “b******” and “grumpy” after V3? You know how losing an arm, her team broke apart, her partner ran away, her school was destroyed, and she was nearly killed?

Yeah, it seems that people refuse to acknowledge not only that and of course her traumatic childhood involving Mommy issues. But it seems that people also pretend to not see any of Yang being happy after V4.

So let’s go with some lovely screenshots to prove that Yang IS and ALWAYS will be upbeat. She’s just allowed to be upset from time to time, its called having trauma!

Yang looking at how adorable Adrian is

Yang playing with Adrian

Yang and Blake about to hit the nightclubs

Yang everyone having protected Penny

Yang pranking Penny 

Yang and Nora arm-wrestling

Yang calling out every cheap fanfic that claims to be better than RWBY because they wanna make a “morally gray OC” that does bad but claims to be good.

End of the day? Yang is a woman who suffers from multiple cases of Trauma but still tries to live her life and enjoy herself while seeking positivity. Can her critics say the same?

I do hope this will be useful for Yang Xiao Long Fans

#rwby defense post #yang xiao long defense post #yang xiao long #rwby yang #rwby

[lockboxbooks]

Rules, Muses, Kinks, and More

This Blog is Nsfw so will only interact with +18.

1. Always state the muse you are trying to interact with!

2. please do not control my muse or God Mod! Let me play my muse.

3. If you are unsure about a Kink feel free to DM or send an Ask.

I'll add further rules as and if necessary.

Muse List

Teen Titans: Beastboy, Cyborg, Red X, Starfire, Blackfire, Jinx, Raven, Bumblebee, Pantha, Mammoth, and Kitten

Incredibles: Elastigirl, Dash Parr, Violet Parr, Mirage

Marvel: Blackcat, Wasp, Captain Marvel, Mary Jane, Thor, Captain America, Enchantress

Bleach: Uryuu Ishida, Orihime, Rangiku Matsumoto, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Grimmjow, Nemu Kurotsuchi, Hallibel, Nelliel Tu

Naruto: Hinata Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Sarada Uchiha, Sakura Uchiha, Ino Yamanaka, Choji Akimichi, Ten-Ten, Rock Lee, Naruto, Lady Tsunade, Orochimaru, Neji Hyuuga, Kakashi Hatake

Dragon Ball Z: Gohan, Videl, Erasa, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin, Vivi Nefritari, Sanji, (young) Big Mom, Alvida, Buggy, Koby, Usopp, Franky

Shelby from Creature of the Lake (2017)

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, Jaune Arc, Lil Miss Malachite, Glynda Goodwitch, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Amber, Penny Polendia, Winter Schnee, Saphron Arc, Kali Belladonna, Lie Ren, Mercury Black, Hazel

Legend of Zelda: Zelda, Link, Malon, Nabooru, Tetra, Midna

ATLA: Katara, Toph, Ty Lee, Mai, Azula, Zuko, Sokka, Aang, June

My Hero Acadamia: Ochako Uraraka, Momo, Jirou Kyoka, Denki Kaminari, Mina, Deku, Gentle, Manami Iaba, Fat Gum, Jurota Shishida, Juzo Honenuki, Itsuka Kendo

Total Drama: Heather, Lindsay, Harold, Leshawna, Gwen

Ben 10: Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Rojo, Eunice, Lucy Mann, Julie Yamamoto

Secret Saturdays: Drew Saturday, Zak Saturday, Kur, Miranda Grey, Sita

Danny Phantom: Madeline Fenton, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Desiree, Valerie Gray, Jasmine Fenton, Dani Fenton

Pokemon: Misty, Jessie, Bea, Hilda, Lenora, Skyla, Nessa, Melony, Katy, Penny, Mallow, Lana, Lana's Mother, Prof Juniper, Prof Sada, Willow, Bianca, Prof Fennel, Oleana, hex maniac, female hiker, Gloria, Plumeria, Wicke, Viola, Roxxie, Shauntal, Caitlin, Malva, Drasna, (rule 63) Allister, (rule 63) Gordie, Olivia, Cheren

Mavis Dracula from Hotel Transylvania

April O'Neil from TMNT

Kinks

This will mostly be a blacklist of the kinks/fetishes I have no interest in RPing

Gore

Killing and death

Vore

Loli & Shota (All characters MUST be older than 18)

Watersports (Peeing on each other)

Scat

OCs

Meretrix the Witch-Demon

Maria Oki, Amazonian Superhero

Meme/Ask/Prompt/RP Master List

Ask AUs

Relief Nin: A Universe where to ensure Ninjas are at their best; a class of Kunoichi exists to solely please every Ninja they come across. For Morale and for their health. [ A B C D E F ] These are all examples of the Relief Nin AU

Gentle Group: A Universe where Danjuro Tobita [Gentle Criminal] shifts his focus from trying to make petty crime viral, to becoming a popular parasocial pornstar sensation. His debut plan goes wild and he and Manami Iaba [La Brava] are able to build up a brand and fuck heroes, villains and civilians alike for views and for donations. [ A B C D ]These are all examples of tales happening within the Gentle Group AU

#rules #muses #rp

[sapphic-agent]

A thing I would have liked to see explored from MHA is villains that are like a Mr. Freeze type of villain. I know we do technically get that with Gentle Criminal, but I think we should have more than just him. Still one of my faves, though! As a previous example, Mr. Freeze had a hard life growing up. He froze bugs, and because of this, got sent to a boarding school. He had no friends and I would assume got bullied, until he met Nora. Nora and Victor (Mr. Freeze's real name) got along super well, until Nora fell sick. Wanting to help people and his wife, he developed a major breakthrough in cryogenics, until the rich bastard came in and literally ruined his life. He's doing this to cure his wife, because he loves and cherishes her. He searches ENDLESSLY to help his wife. Batman can see the horror and tragedy of the situation. And during Batman The Animated Series, when Bats says "Nora wouldn't have wanted this." he woefully looks at her in her ice tank, with a somber expression. Hell, even during that episode, Victor didn't even break out. Half of the main villains wanted to become heroes and failed at doing so. While the others somewhat had sobs? (I mean, Toga didn't. Her incident happened when she was 14-years-old.) I.e. where the villain has every reason on what they're doing, upset at the ones who wronged them, and they KNOW what they are doing is bad, but what other choice do they have? It's why I LOVED Gentle Criminal so much, because those are my fave type of villain. Ngl, I was STOKED to see Gentle Criminal helping out the heroes because my main man deserve it. I just kind of wished this dynamic was explored more, because there are a lot of villains like that?? And we kind of only get a few like Gentle Criminal, Mr. Smiley, and I think you could even argue Twice, if you really wanted to. It could also help develop Izuku even more to show that not everything is just black and white, and there is gray in there. It kind of bugged me we wither get super mass murders or just literally the worst people ever, and barely any of that gray in between who knows, deep down what they're doing isn't the best, but have no other choice, but to do it. You could argue SOME of the league was like this, but not entirely. Some of them DO have morals but nothing really akin to like... Mr. Freeze, Harvey Dent/Two-Face, etc. ....I think I'm off to make an OC like that now.

Batman villains are top tier. Hori could definitely benefit by making more complex, morally gray characters. Unfortunately, most things are black and white with MHA

#mha critical #bnha critical #anon ask

[sassenashsworld]

Hi Everybody!

On this Fallout Day, let's me re-talk a little about Silver, my OC

Mainly we can't really talk about an "OC" as Silver IS Nora. She is almost the basic characters of the game but for : her long white hairs and her eyes as green as plutonium

Nick is the person who nicknamed Nora because of the color of her hair. At the very beginning of Fanfiction (ao3 The path of the private), Nora remains a long time in silence just staring at Nick, then as they advance in the story, she says very few words and finally, Nick realizes that he doesn't even know her name. Since it’s so hard to get her to talk, he just nickname her Silver.

This characteristic is based on the fact that the fanfiction is entirely based from my game (survival no cheat -no power armor mostly) and that I realized that the companions often spoke, made comments here and there, but that Nora hardly says a word except few dialogues… and then, the companions and NPC can go in big, long speeches, but not her. I found it amusing to imagine how others perceived such a silent person, thus was born my Fanfiction.

Even if I mainly stick to Nora for this fanfiction, I still used the gray areas of the game to go a little in the Head Canon and I admit that at one point, I added elements out of canon (like the way it was Nora who brought the original Nick Valentine to the CIT).

So, if we are to talk about Nora AKA Silver :

She is a discreet and silent person. She internalizes her traumas and accepts her new reality with a taunt humor, sometimes biting, degenerate if we believe Nick and always according to him, absolutely inappropriate.

Ironically, even if everyone agrees that Nora is beautiful and "well rolled", she has very big problems of esteem and due to the scars that she won in Concord by fighting the Deathclaw, she considers herself downright visually horrible…

She consumes an astronomical amount of whisky. Probably she would choke if she drank water (but in reality she has to drink it since I play survival) and she uses combat drugs…. every fight. It’s a big deal for Nick.

She’s a great shot. Nate taught her to shoot guns before the war and she’s really a natural. She can practically sniper with a . 10mm, and I’m not talking about a riffle. - even if I use the VATS, I admit that I like to empty a place on the scope as far as I can. I played Unreal Tournement when I was younger and I sniped while my teammate went to get the flag. I don’t think I’m exceptional, but Nora is.

Speaking of guns, she has an excessively nervous trigger. She can shoot several bullets before people around her react - yeah, VATS… This combination of skill makes her impress with her shooting skills and that made her reputation.

That, and her shitty nature. Because even though Nora uses humor to deal with her trauma (she must have had a great sense of humor before the bombs), she is very straightforward, doesn't like to waste time and has no tolerance for gratuitous acts of malice. She often tries to reason first, then shoot, but as her adventure progresses in the Commonwealth, new traumas are added that make her lose even more faith in humanity.

She is however not a bad person -eh, otherwise Nick would not be her best friend- and she is always ready to offer a chance to someone who try. But not two, as quickly-before dying-Porter notes.

Speaking of Nuka-World, it is worth mentioning that the excessive use of drugs + the experimental gases of Among the Star caused a seizure to Nora who developed a schizophrenia. I am not an expert on this disease, I mainly use my personal experiences having been with some people with this disease to describe its condition, and I absolutely do not recommend judging a schizophrenia person on my writings. One of my best friends was schizophrenia and refused to seek treatment. I had to cut ties with him three years ago after twenty years of friendships. It is a very difficult state for the person and for the entourage but a person with schizophrenia can get through it and live a normal life, even if it requires a lot of courage and effort… and Nora does the opposite. Then her state are not based on a normal struggling person but based on the worse reactions my friend could have.

Nora has a distinct preference for MacCready, whom she regards as her little brother (and he regards her as his big sister), Hancock, with whom she could have had an affair, in another life, another world, and of course Nick Valentine, who becomes a kind of father/best friend figure. She often admits that without Nick, she would have badly turn. But he keeps her on the straight and narrow.

To Nick’s great damn, she also adores this cursed paladin, Danse, but to his great astonishment, he also ends up understanding the qualities of the man beyond his creed and ends up respecting him.

She also likes and respect Preston a lot, even if they sometimes have conflicts -virulent that she solves viciously- and Sturges is like a brother in arms for her, mechanic side. They love to fix and build things together, two little tinker geniuses.

It is mentioned that Piper is her best friend but Nick rarely attends their meeting and he knows that she spends time with Deacon and likes him a lot but he knows nothing of their exact relationship (as The Path of the Private is written from Nick’s perspective, I can’t say more).

Nora absolutely doesn't know how to deal with Strong and it takes her a long time to get closer to Cait, but she refuses to let them down, also she will plunge head first into Kent’s delirium about the Silver Shroud.

Nora shares a secret with Kelly, the Mayor of Somerville, Clem and a certain Doctor Laslay, but this secret is explored in more detail in the fanfiction Heartbeat of the Commonwealth, co-written with @jasmineofthecommonwealth.

So, if you want to know more about Silver, I invite you to read my fanfiction on Ao3

and of course The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth also on Ao3

PS: I admit that I was learning English at the beginning of my fanfiction and I promise myself one day to rewrite it with the experience I acquired since (mostly thanks to @jasmineofthecommonwealth), but I think it’s legible;)

PPS : The screenshot have been taked from a modded game, not the game from The path of the Private but mostly based on The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth

Have fun!

#fallout 4 #nick valentine #nora #fallout #nora is silver #deacon #hancock #maccready #fallout 4 companions #co-writing #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3 author #ao3fic #fallout companions #fallout fanfic #fallout oc #curie #cait #codsworth #dogmeat #robert joseph maccready #preston garvey #paladin danse #piper wright #porter gage #struggle #trauma

[idioticsky]

So this new ROTTMNT OC... Tell me more about her!!!!

What do each of the boys + April and Splints think of the lil addition? Who does she seem to favor or lean toward more? Does she have or get any Ninpo? I'm assuming she's welcomed as a Hamato to do so? HER IN THE FUTURE?????

... And what would her and Tams interacting be like you think? 👀

*cue evil laughter* which one? I have like 2 now, both of them you know but I just have never introduced to this blog-

But I assume you're talking about Danny, so let me give a little picrew and backstory (I'll find the picrew link to the first one at some point but I wanna share this first, also link to the second one)

This little bitch right here is Danny, a trans fem witch, let me explain her-

I made Danny like a year ago then forgot about her until I started up a rp with Cherry and I've been using her for more things ever since.

Danielle (used to be called David) Gray was born 300 years ago in Italy. You might be questioning how she can live so long, we will get to it. She was then known as one of her parents two children, their sons. She was told and forced to be practically perfect because they had an image to uphold and would not let a child ruin it. Sooner or later, her older brother, Lucas Gray, ran away when she was 100, leaving her alone until she also found her escape around 50-100 years later. She had somehow found her way to the hidden cities and found a way to the one in New York.

There she changes her name, her face, everything about her that she wanted. Danny then made her way to the surface after staying in the hidden city for a long while, making friends with her roommates, Aqua, Nora and Selene. She then meets Tamsin, who she met before when she was first adjusting to New York, a friend. They reconnect and Tamsin would probably introduce her to April.

The way she meets the turtles is a bit different tho. You see, her and her roommates like to have tea days like every Friday and she wanted to get yet another tea set for the house. Need less to say, Leo ends up crashing throw the window of the little tea shop and landing in front of Danny. Instead of being horrified like any normal human, Danny is just really curious about them, she wants to know more about these turtle mutants. I think the boys would be confused by this, but after a while accept her as a new friend. She'd get along well with Splinter and April, with her being calm one on one, but still chaos with others. Danny would soon get closer with the boys and ends up hanging around Leo and Donnie the most, Donnie cuz chaos and Leo cuz she loves to annoy him. She ends up getting closer with Leo and even ends up dating him tho.

As for if she has Ninpo: yes, she has her magic so she never really uses it. She doesn't even really realize she has it until it just kinda shows up during a fight. Her Ninpo is kinda a transportation tool, it's really just like inhuman speed (because of this I think Leo gives her the nickname Zips lmao).

And for her in the future, this part goes two ways.

● Bad timeline: Danny would end up fighting on the front lines, but only for a little while. She has this thing where if she experiences too much stress or overwhelming emotions, she just has this ringing in her ears that can last years, because of the high amounts of stress in the resistance and everything, she becomes mostly deaf. She can still technically hear, but not well enough to understand people without them having to sign out what they mean to her. Her and Leo do get unofficially married during this time tho, even having two kids: Naomi and Michael (if people want I'll make a follow-up post about them and everything). She doesn't make it to the end of the apocalypse tho, she dies during a Krang attack on one of the resistance bases. The entire place blew up basically.

● Good timeline: Danny and Leo would get closer after stopping the Krang invasion. They would get married later on with a over-the-top wedding and everything. They still do have Naomi and Michael, but also another daughter named Suzu (once again, I'll make a follow-up about their kids if y'all wanna see). That timeline I haven't really though too much about tho.

Also her and Tams interactions are so funny in my head it's just like-

Danny: ya think I could fit 20 marshmallows in my mouth?

Tams: ... you're an idiot- and a coward, do 30

And about how she lives so long. Her magic keeps her alive. You see, magic in my head is basically like a life force for some, it can extend someone's life to an extent, but either how much magic Danny has in her body from connecting with her ancestors and members of her family, she's basically immortality from natural causes. Magic is kinda like blood tho, if you lose enough if it, you're gonna die, so too much spell casting or bleeding out since it it literally connected to your blood in a way, you're dead. Explaining how she can die in the bad timeline.

They're so silly I love them-

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #bit of a rant but hehehe

[amidst-wonderland]

[kingdom come]

pairing: nora + michael warnings: mentions of smoking, strong language, violence, substance abuse summary: michael didn't hate thomas for the events of the year prior, at least not as much as his wife wanted him to.

december, eighteenth

nineteen-twenty-six

     “christ,” she curses, spotting the man clad in black strolling up towards her from the driveway. “whit’d you want?”

     “my accountant’s office is empty–“

     “–try the papers, you’ll find someone desperate enough.“

     “nora,” he scolds.

     she’d hated the inevitability of a moment like this.

     the air was bitter – although, the clear sky above painted a largely different picture, an uninterrupted blanket of blue. the usual wintertime clouds were oddly out of sight, but far from out of mind.

     nora’d considered the outcome of this interaction quite a bit in the past handful of months. she’d thought of a rather aggressive reaction that involved a swift swing with some few choice words for the wretched in-law who’d decided it would be appropriate come anywhere near her family once again. she didn’t particularly enjoy the passive route, wouldn’t really send a warning the reaper’s way any more than a simple ‘fuck off’ would’ve but michael’d find it easier to side with.

     feeling the harsher cold blows against her skin, she crosses her arms slipping a small hiss. the knitted throw wasn’t enough to trap the heat, despite her boiling rage at the well-dressed man who stood before her.

     thomas hadn’t changed since she’d last seen him – poised in his everyday attire three-piece that consisted of fabrics only appropriate for funeral attendance.

     ‘bastard’s buried enough people’

     “listen, love.” he sighs, although there’s a sinister tension within the breath. “i’m trying to help you here, help the kids–“

     “–michael had a rope around his fucking neck, because of you.”

     his jaw clenches, thomas wasn’t looking for a fight.

     “go find michael, bring ‘im out ‘ere,” he motioned to the front door she’d been blocking. “saves you waking up the little ones.”

     “aye so ah will,” she snorts. “get oot ma sight shelby.”

     thomas resides for a moment, unsure of how to approach the hand he’d been dealt whilst taking in the new surroundings. it was strange and unfamiliar, the overwhelming hit of salty-air was quite nauseating. loud waves crashing below heightened cliffs, boisterous kids playing football on sand a handful of yards from the gray home.

     their cobblestoned cottage was picturesque – a far cry from arrow house – something you’d find on a postcard.

     he was getting considerably more from nora than from either of his brother’s wives – who didn’t even pick up the telephone. although, he didn’t bother to ring michael, just showed up at their door but he was growing impatient with this one.

     “nora if you don’t move, i’ll fucking make you.”

     “oi!”

     her feet cemented themselves in place, legs stiffening under thomas’ icy gaze and the warmth radiating off her husband cutting into the cold draft he’d brought opening their door.

     michael slips past nora, before tossing his snout into the gravel beneath them.

     thomas sneered at the sight of his younger cousin’s dishevelled appearance – fitted suits, dark eyes, and styled hair merely a distant memory, instead replaced with loose locks and his crumped pinstriped shirt that hung from his body as did his suspenders.

     he looked like shit, and probably smelt like it too.

     “come to beg for forgiveness?”

     thomas pursed his lips, ignoring the jab. “shelby company limited needs you michael. this legitamate business can’t–“

     “-whit’d ah jist tell you?” nora interjects pushing past her husband, the softer melted demeanour he’d arose standing between them, now dissipated.

     nora’s childishly feral attitude was far from a rare occurrence that thomas knew michael would generally diffuse for the benefit of the family, but a year separated he wasn’t entirely sure where his loyalties lay.

     “nonie”

     nora felt her heart sink, michael only called her–

     “yer ‘hinkin aboot it, in’t ye? i swear, if you get in that motor.”

     “just,” he pauses, gently pulling her towards him with slight wobble. “go back inside.”

     noting the moment of insecurity, thomas takes a dig at the couple. “michael, you really ought to think about sorting out that missus of yours.”

     he scowls at his cousin.

     “michael, look at me.”

     he couldn’t, he tried desperately not to. “nonie, please don’t start.”

     nora grips his arms, feeling her nails forcefully digging into his skin through the thin material in hopes to keep him from thomas, who he was yet to take his eyes off.

     she knew the prospect of returning to civilisation had always been enticing. strolling around busy cities, pints after work with isaiah and socialising with birmingham’s brightest without begrudgingly waking up to the same hysterical children every morning. wondering when he’d get his next hit, if ever.

     the band around his finger had already began weighing on him and settling down permanently had never been part of the plan, even after their son was born but polly insisted and michael struggled to say no.

     the stinging sensation in his biceps tear him from this thoughts as he looks to his wife.

     her heart ached, she could see it in him – he was spiralling, desperate to return with the despicable man standing before them, willing to give up everything they’d built together over the past year.

     he tries to shrug her off, to no avail but she reaches out to hold his face frantically caressing his rosy cheeks with her thumb, pushing back his tousled hair, and rambling sweet nothings, refusing to let tears fall.

     “y-you can’t go, ah canny lose you. no again.”

     he wasn’t listening, he was still peaking over the man clad in black.

     thomas pipes up, “pol’s in a bad way.”

     giving another attempt to get his full attention she presses her forehead to his, forcing him to see nothing but her. “whit if he’s too late? ah couldnae–“

     abrupt burning tears begin forming, sliding down her cheeks. “that isnae yer family. george, rosalin, me–“

     “–nonie, what about mum?“

     she ignores his protest, “family does’nae leave you to rot in a cell, does’nae ditch ye at death’s door.”

     “i know.” he reassures, resting his hands on hair waist, despite it feeling like an flat gesture. “but i can’t keep doing this, running from our problems isn’t what we do.”

     there was some vile sense of truth in his words, even nora could begrudgingly admit that. their marriage had begun cannibalising itself, one massacred bite after the other – every snort, scream and smash, it would take them down eventually but at the very least, out here they were no longer the shelby’s public display of misguided youth.

     “michael.” thomas interrupts, “i’ll be in the car.”

     the couple listen to him shuffle back to the bentley, nora flinching at the harsh slam of the door.

     hesitantly, nora’s grip on her husband loosens as she wipes a few tears away dreading the awaited judgement call. they stood close, nora’s ragged breath hitting at the bare skin where michael hadn’t buttoned his shirt.

     she’d done all she could, but his heart was set.

     “please–“

     “ –i’ll ring john to come get you and the kids if you’re not ready to drive.”

     the tightness in her chest quickly becomes suffocating, her blotchy cheeks return the burning sensation of minutes ago feeling like stretched leather against hot tears.

     she released a choked sob, hitting against his chest. “y-you promised.”

     noting her weakened frame, michael tightly pulls his wife back into him keeping her knees from buckling. “nonie,” he soothes into the crook of her neck as nora’s chest erratically fluxes against his. “a little space, it’ll be good for us, good for george and rosie to stop hearing us fight all the time.”

     nora jolts back from his grasp, disgusted.

     “stop it,” she cried. “stop treating me like a wean you can jist ‘shoo’ away whenever ye want tae take the easy way oot. an don’t you dare pretend this has ‘onything tae dae with them because if it wis, you would’nae even ‘hink aboot entertaining that rat-bastard.”

     “nora–“ he reaches for her.

     “–don’t,” she growls, “don’t fucking touch me.”

     “everything alright?”

     michael sleepily peers up from the tumbler of whisky he’d been swirling, noticing his older cousin standing in the ajar of his darkened office.

     “can’t say i’m a stranger to a picture like this and somehow i don’t think you are either.”

     he shrugs at thomas’ pathetic attempt at casual small talk once pushing back the glass, falling back into his chair. “office, pub, home – what’s it fucking matter?”

     “i’m not paying you to get pissed.”

     michael runs a hand through his now slicked back hair, unsure if his cousin had made an appearance simply to pick his brain or to make sure the pistol in his side drawer hadn’t been used to blow his brains out after a week without his co-dependant other-half.

     “it might not feel like it now, but you made the right decision. letting that girl of yours run amuck, she’s not–“

     “–tommy.” michael scorns, “i’m here with you, let’s just leave it at that, yeah?”

     the twenty-two-year-old knew neither his wife nor his cousin would ever see eye-to-eye. even before they wed, the older shelby brothers had made crude passing comments over drinks about the then teenage nora being a ‘belligerent fucking nuisance’ and an ‘unintelligible delinquent.’

     still, if thomas was so sure he’d made the right choice, then why didn’t it feel like it? why could he still hear his son’s cries ringing at the back of his mind like a broken record, all-the-fucking-time.

     thomas tips his head, strolling over to his cousin’s desk. he scowling at the mess then grabs the half-drunk bottle before michael could protest. “get that cleared by eight,” he waves to the unkept stack of documents. “give your missus a ring, then you can have the grouse back.”

     “cheers.”

     the shelby gives a final nod of acknowledgement, exiting the office.

     ‘give your missus a ring’ michael couldn’t help but scoff at the hollow instruction. he’d attempted to contact nora almost every day since he’d left their home on the coast usually ending up with a less than enthusiastic esme berating him for returning to the dragon’s keep and how she’d been up all night dealing with rosie’s colic.

     michael missed nora, he missed her so fucking much. he missed her tender touch when they’d wake up bare and entangled in one another as the sun shined through the sheer beige curtains highlighting her soft features. he missed her angelic voice or even the way she smelled after bathing one of the kids in sink – honey, on the odd occasion lavender. he especially missed just holding her close as she buried her head into his chest, knowing that there was always someone at home who truly cared about him.

     “–don’t think i didn’t fucking notice the snow.”

     the younger boy grimaces at the disgruntled call from down the vacant hallway, glancing down at the streaked powder stained across his desk, swiping at it.

     “you marry a man, bare both his weans, only fur him to run straight in-tae the arms of the same arsehole that sent him to hang.” nora groans taking a final sniff from the vial she'd nipped from michael's bedside drawer.

     laid back against the headboard atop the spare bed she’d been offered, she relaxed in to the plush maroon quilt. enjoying the small pleasure of a clean sheet without having to worry about aging stains from their children’s more messy nights. the kids couldn’t take all the blame though, the biggest mark on their mattress was michael’s doing – half a bottle of rum when they’d gotten a little too tipsy on esme’s birthday.

     beginning to feel lightheaded, she glimpses over to her son playing with his toy train rolling it back and fourth, “what’d you think georgie? is yer daddy a bit of a numpty?”

     the two-year-old blissfully ignores her as he whooshes the wooden train into the air.

     even with the curtains open, the room is a somber, cosy darkness the only source of light coming from a sole lit candle on the bedside table – more of a tactical choice on nora’s behalf as her husband nicked her own lighter.

     there’s some small movement as she feels her daughter shift. rosalin wasn’t used to her mother’s body temperature, which was significantly cooler than michael’s, who she claimed as her bed whenever the pair couldn’t get her to settle in the nursey.

     since the shelby’s only had one spare cot, it left nora tossing and turning, very aware that it wasn’t her husband resting next to her in the bed but in fact her baby boy.

     leaving her home last friday had been a horrifying wake-up call. esme had found nora curled-up on the kitchen floor, passed out with a limp bloodied hand curled around an open bottle of gin as george – who’d been crying himself – ran his tiny fingers through his mum’s hair.

     michael had no idea the mess he’d left her in.

     esme had been a blessing, taking on nora’s two on top of her own six – she was lucky to have her.

     the two had been close since they were their own kids age, their families regularly communing throughout their youth until the mcleod’s settled in glasgow’s east-end permanently.

     “mammy, ‘ook,” george giggles showing her the magic train, with its little doors open and half-chewed roof.

     weakly, she smiles at him, ruffling his golden hair before giving him a light ‘bop’ on the nose.

     there’s some soft knocking at the door, a quiet voice echoing into the bedroom, “aunt nora, can i come in?”

     nora chuckled at the politeness of john’s daughter, considering how long she’d known him – shamefully believing his boisterous behaviour would’ve rubbed-off on her. “’mon in hen.”

     katie scuffles into the room, esme following suit.

     “we wanted to see the cousins before bed, if that’s alright?”

     nora nods to the ten-year-old who’s making her way to sit opposite george.

     “how’s your hand?” esme asks, peaking down at her half-hearted attempt to bandage her the injury

     “nippy, but all’ll live. ah’m fuckin’ knackered though.”

     esme heads round to the other side of the bed, climbing under the duvet next to her friend.

     katie coos george, joining him with the train-game, but he’s more interested in tugging on her vibrant red hair that mirror’s his mother’s.

     “he his’nae called again, has he?”

     “not yet.”

     “dae you think he’ll stop?”

     “doubt it, not for that pungent guilt of his still lingering.”

     “did ye tell him aboot ma haun?”

     sensing nora’s regret, esme cautiously shook her head.

     “did john?”

     “…he did.”

     a hollow weight begins pressing into nora’s chest, a sense of suffering shame encapsulating her respiratory panic.

     “aunt nora?”

     she exhales deeply, smiling in brief recovery, “mmh?”

     “can i do your hair for christmas, esme won’t let me touch her’s.”

     “aye hen, that’d be lovely.”

     “just,” he laments, “tell her i love her.”

     ada shelby reluctantly hums in agreement, watching michael meticulously fiddling with the small weapon in his hand.

     he’d called her down to the cut. it was a nice, slower change of pace being able to escape his omnipresent boss and get some much-needed fresh air. although ada had a niggling feeling the choice of scenery had more to do with nora herself, than thomas.

     “anything else?”

     “only this,” he responds locking in the pistol’s cylinder, offering it to his cousin now that it was reloaded.

     ada takes the gun from him, carefully sliding it into the leather handbag.

     “give that to nora, yeah? don’t want her touching john’s kit ‘ve seen the state of it.”

     “has the poor girl even touched one of these?”

     there’s an amused smirk hidden on michael’s lips. “handful of times, an awful fucking shot – told me she’d be more useful battering someone with the blunt end.”

     ‘nae time tae ‘hink aboot where the bullets goin’ when ah can make it bash their heid in faster.’ he remembers nora whinging when she couldn’t pelt the cans.

     pursing her lips she glances back at him, now opening his cigarette tin and lighting a smoke with a lighter that had a rather feminine touch. “early christmas gift, is it?”

     michael notices her motion to the lighter.

     it’s a delicate little thing, detailed too but had noticeable age. the reflective silver covered in various scratches, fingerprint marks and minute rust. michael rolls his thumb over nora’s favourite detail – the encrusted ruby gemstone that mirrored the one on her wedding ring, rimmed with white diamonds.

     “nora’s. she’d have my neck if she knew i’d nicked it.” he admitted, “but its like having a piece of her with me.”

     ada rolls her eyes. michael’s honesty was pretentious horseshit as far as she was concerned, since it was coming from a man solely exacerbating his own problems.

     “having a cig down the cut isn’t going to make you feel enlightened michael. we’re all guilty of it – john, me, christ even tom. just a whiff from this place and we’ve all got that nagging sense of nostalgia that wishes to wallow in self-pity and reminisce about hormonal teenage activities.”

     michael smiles softly, “mum wouldn’t let me in on family meetings for ages. found other ways to entertain myself, which just happened to involved esme’s mate.”

     the cousins share a chuckle, before the mood returns. “you should be there michael, it’s christmas for pete’s sake! you’ve got two kids–“

     “tommy needs me ada – mum too. heading into the new year it’s all hands-on to push the legitmate–“

     “–my brother doesn’t need you michael, he wants everyone within earshot and you’re his sacrificial lamb benefiting from the cause. have a think, why reach out to his twenty-something cousin over his own brothers? there’s a reason he’s not gone to their doors.”

     “and you?”

     “learned to keep my distance. same fucking reason i didn’t sit behind bars repenting whilst my wife was at home, up the spout.”

     “listen, they’re safe outside the city, being in small heath only creates targets on their back, i appreciate your input but it’s none of your business.“

     “tom tells me you’re back on the snow michael? i won’t judge–“

     michael snorts at his ada’s disposition. “–that’s a half-arsed lie if i’ve heard one.”

     ‘even nora could do better than that and she struggled to hide cutting back the sugar in my tea.’

     “fine.” she huffs, “but don’t take this out on your kids alright? thank christ your missus has managed to sort herself out–“

     he lets out a venomous laugh this time, “that’s what she told you? fuck ada. never considered you having a piss-poor tolerance for bullshit – nora couldn’t tell her right tit from her left by teatime and at least she’s still coherent. give it a few hours and she’ll be passed out on that fucking beach until rosie screams loud enough for her mother to give a shit.”

     ada braces herself, the penny had dropped.

     this wasn’t about shelby company, tommy, hell it wasn’t even about polly’s sickness.

     “why the fuck do you think i sent her to john’s? terrified one night she’ll get further than the sand. twelve-times i’ve had to go out, find her kicking-off like a fucking entranced lunatic.”

     grief had become a fickle presence for the family, they’d all being fighting their own battles, but it appeared the gray’s had been losing theirs.

     “can’t stand the sight of each-other, reckon esme would sort her out.”

     she looks back at michael, throwing the snout into the water below and running a hand over his face for a refresh.

     “i needed a break, tommy granted me that.”

     “does he know?”

     “of course he fucking knows.”

     “how’s linda then arthur?” she warmly enquires, fidgeting in the seat whilst clumsily gripping at the telephone. which is followed by some positive mumbling about his wife.

     “an the wean?”

     arthur lets out an extended groan, “billy’s been crying non-stop for the past three months, every hour on the fucking hour.”

     she smiles empathetically, not that he could see.

     “had the same problem efter george was born and rosalin’s goin through it tae. ma said a wee bit of whisky on the gums never hurt anybody.”

     “heard that’s becoming a solution of a lot of your problem’s ain’t it?”

     “ach, you know how it goes” she shrugs, holding back a hurt chuckle. “point being, bit oan ‘is gums and that’ll see the wee-yin well”

     “linda won’t let me smoke near the lad, never mind giving him the scot’s bloody finest.”

     “wisnae that gud. ma had tae swally a boattle an a haulf afore ‘her arse wis in the air.”

     there’s a warm laugh from him. “love,” he teased. “it’s coming oot again.”

     nora can’t help but cringe at how unnatural her native language sounds coming from the englishman, though easily shrugging it off in her current intoxicated state.

     “aye mebbe. mebbe ah’ve been following in ma maw’s footsteps – marrying some arsehole that canny staun the slight ae his ain faimly, so she’s left drinkin’ tae she won awa efter poppin’ oot sum greetin’ faced weans.”

     arthur frowned, slowly trying to follow her words as they roll rapidly off her tongue.

     it wasn’t like nora to complain nor even discuss her upbringing around the shelby’s, especially not directly to them. passing comments and speculative teases between esme and nora at family gatherings weren’t unfamiliar but it never dove deeper than that.

     what arthur could remember, it seemed far removed from the anecdote nora was sprouting.

     something was off, and it wasn’t linda’s cooking.

     “how many ‘ave you had.”

     “ach only the two, but ah ‘hink it’ll be enough.”

     “i meant drinks.”

     nora takes a moment before the gas induced lump in her throat dissolves, “five-ish.”

     “and this doesn’t have anything to do with your michael being back in big-boys’s office?”

     she sheepishly looks down at her bare toes, wriggling them in a small delight. mentally rehearsing each word she’s about to say, “ach naw, it’s christmas and we’ve all had a very difficult year. a wee few drams didnae hurt a soul.”

     “love the last time you ‘ad a ‘wee few drams’ you shouted fucking ‘gardyloo’ every-time you went to take a piss.”

     “i wis only making folk aware they would be withoot ma presence.”

     arthur smiles.

     “well ah’ll let ye go, ‘hink that’s oor dinner oot noo anyway.”

     “hello lovely!” ada beams as nora opens the shelby’s front door. her eyes squinting trying to ignore the bright sun hitting against her like a hammer to a nail.

     ada takes the young girl into her arms, tightly squeezing her but recoiling as the pungent smell of alcohol burns at her nostrils.

     taking in the ginger’s appearance she notes some rather alarming features since the pair last met. bloodshot eyes and some red rashes, most likely from rubbing. though ada raises a brow at some faded bruising resting on nora’s collarbone, she picks on an injury far more sinister. “what the fuck happened to your hand?”

     giving her a stern glance, nora turns on her heel, making her way in the opposite direction.

     john and esme had already popped down to the local market trying to collect some last-minute supplies for their christmas dinner which left nora, ada and eight rambunctious children running wild.

     heading deeper into the home with her in-law hot on her tail, she travelled straight to the downstairs sitting room before shoving on the cardigan esme had left out for her.

     “cuppa?”

     taking off her fur coat, ada smiled back watching nora disappear into the kitchen.

     “i spoke with michael,” the shelby sister called, grabbing what appeared to be yesterday’s paper from the coffee-table. few headlines catch her interest, something about the new scarlet buses in london but nothing much else.

     nora bites her lip, glad the other woman couldn’t see her reaction – she wanted to pry but any sign of forgiveness would surely be right back to her husband, and she wasn’t looking to give him any satisfactory release.

     with the clinking and light banging of cabinets coming to a halt, ada knew she had her attention. “says he loves you, misses the kids.”

     nora scrunches her face in disgust pouring the water into the empty kettle, catching a glimpse of her wedding ring clinking against the metal.

     “michael misses having his fuckable other-hauf oan haun. it’s jist a bit guilt. gee it a couple o’ weeks and he’ll be the same auld miserable prick you lot like to pretend he’s no.” she bitterly muses, placing the kettle onto the burning stove.

     nora digs around for some loose teabags, unsure of where her in-law keep them. “who knows, mebbe this time the snow’ll fuck him over so much–”

     she grins finding two stashed behind a cracked teapot and the bread bin. “–i won’t have to.”

     ada thinks back to her encounter with michael yesterday morning. cut hand aside, nora seemed perfectly well kept for someone who ‘couldn’t tell her left tit from her right by teatime.’

     “what about you? still on the stuff yourself?”

     “telt ye before hen, no efter rosalin. gonnae be a proper mammy noo.”

     there’s a reluctance in her words, confirming it’s a fib yet, nothing in the girl’s behaviour seemed to prove michael claims.

     hearing the bubbling water, nora lifts the kettle and clasps two green teacups making her way back to the living-room, setting everything down on the table in the middle, letting ada sort herself out.

     straighten up, nora clocks a familiar piece of her home peeking out behind the red christmas sack. “why’ve you got michael’s gun?”

     “he gave it to me – to you. just in case.”

     “if he was that worried, he’d be at hame wae his weans an ‘is wife but he isnae, is he?”

     ada huffs at nora’s pessimism. michael was miles away ripping his hair out over this girl and she wouldn’t even give him the time of day. “he’s just trying to keep the peace, there’s no harm in that.”

     nora’s gasps, unable to contain the seething anger towards ada’s assumption wondering what her husband had told his cousin.

     stalking up to the woman clad in luxurious brands, shiny pumps, and a pressed blouse unfazed by her own appearance consisting of unkept hair, a flowy maroon tea-dress with ragged sleeves now covered by esme’s woolly brown shall.

     nora crosses her arms, getting in ada’s face equipped with a low, condescending tone. “aye, that’s easy fur ‘im in’t it ditch ‘es faimly the second he canny cope – thir aw the fuckin’ same. ma da, your da an his da. god fucking forbid–“

     an abrupt stinging sensation in her right cheek cuts nora’s vitriol short. “michael was right, you just don’t know when to quit, do you?”

     nora’s breath hitches in at her in-law’s brash reaction. “whit?”

     “you! you’re not ‘off it for the kids’ michael’s told me–“

     “–oh aye, michael gray, the-patron-fucking-saint. michael telt you whitever he wants tae get back tae his ma – that he’s still her good wee boy, jist his wummin ‘causin’ aw the trouble. whit’d he say? that ah’m an impotent looney oan the snow? tell ‘im to look in a fucking mirror.”

     “you still lied to me love.”

     “so? yer brothers lie tae ye, an clearly michael an’aw.”

     “i just look out for you is all. esme’s got ‘er head screwed on and you, you were just a kid dragged into all of this – up the duff and michael in prison after the lorne fire at what? eighteen-nineteen? if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

     “oh come aff it ada. you saw yer replacement and fucked-off. esme didnae cut it, cause polly couldnae staun ‘er but when wee do-wally nora fae glesga started getting cosy wae ‘er boy, you knew you’d be set.”

     ada tilts her head in contempt, “john and esme will be back soon, anything else you want off your chest without the audience?”

     “aye. when ye head up the road, tell him ah‘ve nicked his ain stash and that he can shove that gun, up his fucking arse. i’m sure big brother tom will happily pull the trigger.”

     there’s a thick tension between the two women, though it’s cut short by a booming voice from down the hall, “oi, is that ada here?”

     “black hand. everybody will have got one,” john swallows, hard. “they’re coming for us all.”

     she stomps her foot in frustration, turning her face to hold back some tears whilst she stands protectively between the married couple.

     if they’d left one with arthur and john, they’d surely left one with michael. there was nowhere to hide.

     nora feels her heart pick up speed, her stomach tying itself in knots. once again confirming her assumption of purgatory. no rest for the wicked, nor their family. “h-how long do we have?”

     for the first time this week nora thought of her husband, she wanted him by her side. to cling to him and for him to reassure her that everything was going to be alright, that nothing would harm them. just as he did when he went to prison the first time, or when he’d killed that alfie's man after their fight or even when they’d sent him to hang, he’d promised it wouldn’t go as far as that, that’d he’d be back before their rosalin was born.

     sensing some inner tension, esme place a comforting hand on the young girl’s shoulders. feeling the heat from her hands calm her through the flimsy sheer material of the dress.

     “a day, month, maybe another year.” he lists attempting to contain his boiling temper.

     despite john’s arrogance, he knew he couldn’t fight what was heading his way alone. esme was adamant he could – or well, she could.

     getting the rest of the family involved wasn’t a bad idea but only on their terms, not tom’s. john wanted to ignore it, in hopes it would go away and changretta would forget the whole thing but their world was too cruel to grant them that. esme was happy to pretend, go on with festivities as normal. john just wished he could do the same.

     all this because he’d opened his big fucking mouth about lizzie.

     “whit noo?”

     esme grabs both nora’s shoulders, spinning her to show an encouraging smile. “nothing. we’re the family now, and this bastard isn’t going to ruin tomorrow for any of us.”

     she puts a hand under her chin, lifting it. “we’ll ask michael to pop round, won’t we? the kids’ll be over the moon.”

     “today, everyone in the family received on of these.” ada states, carefully handing her cousin the letter with one hand, her distraught aunt in a tight hold with the other.

     “what’s it mean?” michael questions, glancing down at the loose parchment wondering if there was one sitting in his own letterbox at home.

     without looking to upset the elder woman in her arms, she spares him the detailed explanation, cutting to the chase. “tommy’s called a family meeting, he wants you both to come.”

     ada tenderly guides her aunt over to the fire, helping her rest. hoping it will distract polly long enough for her to speak with michael.

     she motions for him to follow her to the darkened space behind the staircase. “it’s from luca changretta, angel’s older brother. he’s coming after us.”

     michael begins gnawing on his tongue. hoping to get some form of release to ease the feeling of disdain for himself.

     “tommy says he wants you to collect john tomorrow since he won’t pick up the phone.”

     he ponders for a moment, thinking of the danger he’d put nora and the kids in.

     ada had already informed him she’d refused to take the pistol – on account of her own fucking pride – so she’d be left with whatever john had lying about the house, which was abysmal.

     she takes his hands into her's, gripping them with a sense of urgency.

     “michael,” ada warns, “these men can and will kill your children. if john doesn’t want to come, fine.” she pauses, shocked at what’d she’s just blurted out but continues nonetheless. “don’t even think about leaving nora there. drag her into the car if you have to.”

     “you heard her ada. she doesn’t want to hear it from me.”

     “she still bloody loves you for godsake!” she exclaims, yanking the letter and skelping him with it. “nora’s hurting, struggling to cope with all this. you’ve dumped her at your cousin’s and she thinks you’ve washed your hands with her.”

     “michael.” polly calls, holding something neither of them could quite make out. “it’s tommy, he wants you to come to the phone.”

     “you here to see your missus then?” john joshers, lowering his weapon.

     “tommy wants everybody at charlie’s yard, now.”

     fiddling with the shotgun, john quickly ushers his dog inside then climbs down from the roof attempting to ignore michael’s proposal.

     it was ten in the morning, he’d hardly slept with his niece’s colic and his own kids were already up and running rampant with their new toys and full of pieces and sugar.

     inside, nora nestled into the couch with little rosalin giggling in her arms as she waved a staffed bear in front of her. george occasionally joining too but he was more preoccupied with his new bouncy-ball and race car.

     esme inspects from the window as the two men head towards the front door. she’s alerted john of the mysterious white vehicle pulling up on their property,

     “red,” she beckons, “michael’s at the door. doesn’t seem to be on his own accord.”

     nora carefully passes her daughter into the arms of katie shelby. praying the infant wouldn’t cause a fuss whilst she dealt with her father outside.

     giving esme once reassuring glance, nora storms towards the door unsure if her friend had followed behind.

     michael could try with all his might but she wouldn’t let him ruin a single moment for her, or their children.

     she could hear his muffled voice grow louder and clearer the closer to the outside she became, far quicker than her brain had been able to plan a course of action.

     “look john, we don’t have time for this alright? just come to the meeting.”

     john, obviously disinterested keeps ushering him to relax, “come in the house, have some food, see your–“

     he’d barely twisted the handle before nora swung it open. nearly pulling it off its hinges, causing him to jump back.

     “tell thomas shelby he can crawl back tae whitever fucking hole he came from!” she jeered, nearly pushing her husband off his balance.

     it was strange seeing him so tailored, quite unnerving actually.

     he lets out a huff, knowing this wouldn’t be easy. “look, tommy says that they could come for us today,” he explains, but she sneers in his face mimicking the similar argument that started it all. “george and rosie - now. nail me to a cross another time, alright? i’m not in the mood for your fucking attitude nora.”

     “jesus suffering-” she curses. “dae ye even listen tae yersel? or does he dae the ‘hinking fur ye noo tae?” nora taunted again, her voice cracking with the increased volume. she knew she had an audience but the brewing annoyance begged to be vented.

     “–look it’s the mafia, alright? the new york mafia we’re talking about.”

     john, trying to end their lovers-tiff cuts in, “and we’re the peaky fucking blinders.”

     “no, we’re not john. we’re not the peaky fucking blinders unless we’re together.”

     despite addressing his cousin, nora bites back. “that’s some fucking cheek michael, ‘cause ah can tell ye wan place ye wernae.”

     sometimes michael considered that nora’d be happier seeing them all hanged collectively than the foursome being saved.

     michael tries to ignore feeling her hot and heavy breaths hitting against his jaw. he glares back, calling on his cousin.

     “john, come to meeting. think about the kids–”

     nora’s eyes widened at michael’s bargaining. ‘think about the kids?! you’ve got two weans in there you’ve no seen all week.’

     “–if you want to leave, then fine.”

     michael turns his attention back to his wife, “car.”

     “it’s christmas michael, whit the fuck do you think is going to happen?” she croaks, though her words laced in venom.

     there’s some rustling and shuffling behind her with a faint click of a gun which she assumed was just down to john and the shotgun over his back but the change in her husband’s eyes say otherwise as his jaw clenches.

     “nonie.” it’s the last tangible sound she catches before michael roughly grabs her arms shoving her back to the main door. esme quickly slamming it shut.

     there’s a mixture of ringing in her ears and a collection of screams once they duck to the floor. she couldn’t hear the bullets simply the ringing at the back of her skull.

     “mum!” nora’s scream echoed down the bleak corridor as she attempted to get the attention of the lost woman who’d just arrived in the ward. george in her arms, nora’s trying to fight the tears for the sake of staying on her feet.

     she could barely make out the small group trailing behind polly, it was all just a blurry, black array moving towards her and george.

     polly takes nora and her grandson into a warm embrace as nora clings to her jacket, beginning to sob into her shoulder. “ah didnae know whit tae dae! he wis jist lyin' thir an' the blood– an' john– fuck!”   

     a questioning voice behind cuts between them, “where is he?”

     with her daughter-in-law still sniffling in her arms, polly turns to glare at her nephew.

     “the fuck you daein here?” nora growled.

     “love, don’t start this. where’s michael?”

     “don’t start?! don’t you fucking start when it’s your fault he’s bleedin’ oot.”

     polly gives nora a tight squeeze of reassurance before grabbing her hand, pulling the pair further away from thomas.

     “c’mon, let’s get you a tea and a seat.”

     “i want my husband. i just saw him fucking gunned down.” she exhaled throwing herself back into the chair. placing george on her lap and letting him snuggle into her chest whilst the in-laws loomed over them.

     “ma, want daddy.”

     nora sighs, relaxing at hearing his timid voice as george rubs some sleep from his eyes, “ah know baba, ah know.”

     “hey stranger.”

     nora smiled weakly at the familial greeting when stepping into the vacant room. believing it would be best to go in alone, just in case.

     “hey you."

michael could sense the hesitance in her slow movement as she scanned the various bandages and remaining blood stains from the bullet wounds.

     she takes a seat on the end of the bed, softly interlocking their hands but doesn’t look at him.

     “nonie.”

     nora begins shaking her head not looking to hear any excuses.

     “i’m sorry about–“

     “–doesnae matter.”

     “yes it does. i left you–“

     “you’re alive. that’s aw that matters.”

     michael purses his lips ready to change the subject, knowing nora’s stubbornness wouldn’t let him continue. “where’s the kids?”

     “george is oot there wae yer mammy, an ada’s got the wee-yin.”

     “–john?”

     bracing herself, nora takes a sharp inhale swallowing the lump in her throat. “there jist wisnae enough time.” she paused, “he didnae make it aff the drive.”

     “i want to see him.”

     “naw. michael, look at the state ae ye–“

     “he’s family nonie.”

     “an whit am i? the village eejit?” she sarcastically jabs, “ah’m no riskin’ loosing you again, aw’right? many bloody time dae ah need tae say it fir it to go through that thick heid ae yours.”

     his heart sinks in discontent but michael knew she was right – usually is.

     nora lets out a humours snort.

     “what you laughing at?”

     “heard yer mammy took the fags aff ye?”

     “she did, and now that you mention–“

     “christ,” she grins, rolling her eyes. “ye can forget it, call it karmic retribution for nicking ma lighter. wis havin’ tae light ma ain fags on a wee candle ‘cause ae you.”

     “that’s fair. we both know you’ll cave eventually.”

     “aye, ah wouldnae haud yer breath.” she replies as-a-matter-of-fact.

     “we’ll get through this won’t we?”

     “don’t see how we can’t.” she comforts rubbing her thumb over his bruised knuckles. “but first, there’s a wee boy out there desperate to show ye his christmas presents."

welcome back! this is my rewritten 'kingdom come' as though it was for nora.

i wrote the original on a whim back in 2018? '19? i had no internet for a week as we were changing providers and hadn't written anything that large for a very long time and it was also only the second piece i'd ever written for the fandom. it was the first thing i'd even just written in a year, so writing the reader-insert seemed like the way to go. but, as i got further in i really wanted to have my own spin on the character - which you can see in the original particularly in the phone call with arthur - so nora was born.

i'm going to keep the original up despite having many problems with it but if you want a new and improved experience that still has some overlap, then this has you covered!

#peaky blinders #michael gray #thomas shelby #esme lee #peaky blinders x reader #arthur shelby #ada shelby #oc: nora gray

[jesterjamz]

it's been over 3 years & i still can't think of a more befitting title for this thing (original under cut)

^ yup this is what i was redrawing this whole time! it's such a good concept i could not let it go to waste

#jesters art lmao #thmgau #oc: cherry russell #oc: nora sunday #oc: leslie gray #oc: juniper irvine #oc: kalani odeta #oc: pim the banana man #oc: the auctioneer #oc: sotry #oc: spring #oc: storm #oc: juno #oc: sun #oc: mr. moon #oc: time

[icemde]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY !

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSES :

Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail)

Wendy Marvell (Fairy Tail)

Zelda (Skyward Sword)

Sumi Yoshizawa (Persona 5 Royal (uc)

Joker (Persona 5 Royal) (might move to solo blog)

WANT TO WRITE :

Fair Tail OC

Tetra (Wind Waker)

HAVE WRITTEN (bolded out are clearcut favorites) :

Chelia Blendy (Fairy Tail)

Mavis Vermillion (Fairy Tail)

Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)

Zera (Fairy Tail)

Zeref Dragneel (Fairy Tail)

Wendy Marvell (Fairy Tail) (AU)

Mirajane Strauss (Fairy Tail)

Cana Alberona (Fairy Tail)

Dimaria (Fairy Tail)

Fairy Tail OC

Hanamaru Kunikida (Love Livee Sunshine)

Riko Sakurachi (Love Live Sunshine)

Maki Nishikino (Love Live)

Rin Hoshizora (Love Live)

Rina Tenoji (Love Live! Nijigasaki School Idol Club)

Leaf (Pokemon)

Lisia (Pokemon)

Rosa (Pokemon)

Selene (Pokemon)

Lyra (Pokemon)

Jesse Wells (DCTV)

Kara Danvers (DCTV)

Thea Queen (DCTV)

Sara Lance (DCTV)

Nyssa Al Ghul (DCTV)

Lily Stein (DCTV)

Cindy Reynolds (DCTV)

Iris West (DCTV)

Nora West-Allen (DCTV)

Linda Parks (DCTV)

Caitlin Snow (DCTV)

Blue Lantern OC

Maya Fey (Ace Attorney)

Trucy Wright (Ace Attorney)

Ema Skye (Ace Attorney)

Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Kay Faraday (Ace Attorney)

Princess Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Medli (Wind Waker)

Issun (Okami)

Naoto Shirogane (Persona 4)

Kairi Yano (Tokusatsu)

Captain Marvelous (Tokusatsu)

Right Suzuki (Tokusatsu)

Zox Goldtsuiker (Tokusatsu)

Takeru Shiba (Tokusatsu)

Lila Rosse (Miraculous)

Velvet (RWBY)

Coco (RWBY)

Neo (RWBY)

Shiver (Splatoon)

Marie (Splatoon)

WOULD WRITE AGAIN :

Zera (Fairy Tail)

Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)

Kairi Yano (Tokusatsu)

Kay Faraday (Ace Attorney)

tagged by: @biisutoarm Tagging: i genuienly think everyone has done this but if you haven't and want to go ahead

#❄*:·. « ooc. » #ive been doing this shit for awhile #and knowing me i probably forgot some characters #oh well #long post

[hopefullyandrogynousartist]

Ooh hit me with that oc universe and oc character lore!!

OH I WOULD LOVE TO

I have two oc universes, one where I know the environment and the religion, but not the characters, and the other one is the opposite. No, they cannot be combined. Different vibes, however similar they may be.

(to everyone that doesn't want to read this it's no problem just look at that nice little break there)

So my universe where I have only really figured out the characters has a bunch of characters. I have written down 25 1/2 characters. the 1/2 is because one character is pregnant, and three of the characters are chickens. there are four families, a few couples, and a few miscellaneous characters. another fairly important thing to know is i started building in a Minecraft superflat world, and the people's personalities all come from the builds. I built most stuff first, then came up with the characters. it's useful to know what their space looks like.

the first two characters I came up with are Bob Smushbottom and Nora Goodstock. Bob is a doctor for the town, and he has a dog. He's about 60. Nora is in her mid forties, and has a partner named Lisa. Nora owns an apothecary, and has almost completely gray hair, and it's probably dyed that way, but no one really knows. spoiler, it is absolutely dyed gray, and she looks good in it. The two "most important" (the ones that I would most likely write a webcomic or book about) are Benji and Maria. Maria lives on a farm just outside the town, and Benji is an apprentice for his father's butcher shop. They are 19 and 20, and it is absolutely a love story + getting out of an abusive situation.

the second OC universe is a lot. The first thing I ever came up with was a huge fantasy library. the second thing was the religion. there are seven deities, and everyone has a specific god that looks over them. to tell who looks over you, there will be a specific mark like a rune on the back of your dominant hand. it kinda looks like if your hand was blushing or if you were lightly pinched in a certain pattern.

there's lucky numbers, some magic, and quite a bit of superstition. they have a separation of church and state, and politicians are always in multiples of five. this is set on an island about half the size of Australia. their main exports are clothes and jewelry, and books. I have just now decided to switch a few names around and call the island Lykar.

librarians are extremely important in this culture because they hold the knowledge to almost everything. the library itself is in a separate dimension, which is accessible by 49 different doors on the island, usually connected to what looks like a tree root. the reason for the different dimension is because early on in their mythology, the god of balance wasn't doing their job very well and accidentally created a rip to another dimension. here is my horrible job of showing who is the head god. the gods below them don't have any particular rank except under the goddess of life. also I thought their pronouns were important as about half use they/them and this isn't a male-dominated society, this is a librarian-and-knowledge-dominated society.

I think I haven't already mentioned that clothing and hair pieces are very important in this society. so I will get into it! it's my fav part. they live in a very warm place, so they tend to wear very lightweight clothes and light colors so the fabric won't retain heat as much. braids, French braids, and fishtail braids are very common, along with headbands of some kind holding it together. something else they wear is capelets to keep the sun off their chest, shoulders, and part of their neck and arms. tunics/dresses/anything loose like those things are worn across all genders as a base. pants and a shirt are normal enough to see, but they're not the thing most people would reach for.

there is so much more I could say, but the lore of the second universe is very extensive while the characters of the first one aren't quite as extensive but there 22 characters all of whom I know what exactly has happened to them.

[manie-sans-delire-x]

hi 💕 could you tell us a bit about your ocs? im really curious!

Omg my dream ask!! 🙀💕 Of course!!

I'll just do a quick list of basic info since theres so much to tell and idk what you want to know. Their ages obviously change since my stories go over at least a decade, but if they had to have a fixed age, that would be it. Most are just my created player characters from videogames, but I also write fiction with them and they have a ton of lore and story. Sorry if certain terms dont make sense/you dont know what it is.

Elder Scrolls universe: (medieval fantasy)

Lilith: 34, female, bosmer/wood elf, vampire. The Dovahkiin. Shes my first and favorite. Listener/leader and savior of the Dark Brotherhood. Adventurer, bounty hunter, assassin, dragon slayer, vampire slayer. Shes terrifying and burns hotter than the sun. Accidentally adopts Aventus. She once cannibalized her disabled sister as a child during a clan famine lol. Nothing she enjoys more than fighting and power. Is slowly forced into the politics of a foreign land.

Kina Sintav: 27, female, human. The Gray Fox, Hero of Kvatch, and Silencer to Lucien Lachance (and lover). Master thief and assassin. Runaway gladiator slave. If Lilith is the sun, she is the moon and stars. She is endless grief, she is tragedy, she is the mist and rain and fog. Was almost drowned in the lake by her mentally ill mother as an infant after being mistaken as blind. She loses everyone, and her mind in the end.

"Adopted"/developed npcs:

Lucien Lachance: 42, male, human. Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood. Legendary assassin, swordsman, and poison maker. Master, mentor, and lover to Kina. If Kina is the moon and stars, he is the black night. He is fully indoctrinated into the Dark Brotherhood cult of death and murder. Kills his own adoptive children (by proxy- by Kina). He gets caught up in a web of revenge and betrayal, falsely accused of being traitor/is set up, and dies a terrible, tragic death by those he trusted most.

Marcurio: 38, male, human. Powerful mage and educated scholar. Best friend/occasional lover of Lilith, scribe, and her moral compass. He has sworn to kill her should she lose her path.

Aventus Aretino: 11, male, human. Abused orphan child who hires Lilith to kill his abuser. Adopted child of Lilith. He is determined to become a Brotherhood assassin, despite Lilith's warnings. Socially shunned "cursed child" for the taboo of contacting the Dark Brotherhood.

Fallout universe: post modern apocalypse

Cora (Fallout 4): 32, female, synth/android (unaware of it). Created to be a replacement housewife/mother for her soldier husband's dead wife Nora. Shes on a quest to find her kidnapped son. Post-apocalypse, she eventually becomes the raider queen.

Maeve (New Vegas): 24, female, human. Just a girl trying to work as a courier until she survives being shot in the head and buried in a shallow grave. Goes after the man who shot her and stole the package.

Other:

Tav (Baldurs Gate): 26, female, tiefling. A sweet soul, but naively influenced and tempted into corruption.

Atlantis Alatar / Sylvester Suliman (original universe): 27, male, human. A dying man. Powerful young sorcerer who had a very promising future in high society. Foolish, young, narcissistic and arrogant, he makes too many contracts with various demons. Tricked by djinn, he dooms himself into a terrible fate and early grave.

#asks #oc #elder scrolls #skyrim #oblivion #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #oc lilith #oc kina #oc lucien #oc cora #oc maeve #oc tav

[shrinkthisviolet]

🐱 + reyna!

If they're a light or heavy sleeper:

Definitely a light sleeper

What they would do if they won the lottery right now:

She’d probably find a way to save it so she could use it in case she landed in trouble somehow (she knows she’s the daughter of Vibe, and she knows how the world perceived metas…and their children). She might also use it to buy some power-dampening backups off the black market…if she can do so without anyone but her family finding out.

If they have a special item that they couldn't bear to lose:

The power-dampening necklace that was originally Caitlin’s. Not only because it dampens her powers (which she has a complicated relationship with), but because her dad gave it to her 🥺

One negative personality trait of theirs:

Very stubborn and holds fierce grudges. Growing up in a world where so many of her loved ones are hated for just being themselves, she doesn’t have much patience for anyone who even hints at disparaging them…and she’s hard-pressed to forgive such a slight.

Their favorite 70s song:

I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor! She hasn’t heard a lot of 70s songs, but of the few she’s heard, she loves that one 💞

The color(s) associated with their zodiac:

She’s a Capricorn, so…brown, gray, and green? Though it’s ironic, considering she’s more of a blue-associated character 😂

Their favorite comedy movie:

Guardians of the Galaxy. Nostalgic, for her, in a way that feels realistic for how old she is 😂

About one person they've lost:

Cynthia, her birth mom. In canon, she dies in s6, but here, she’s alive (because when Nora was introduced in s5, Cynthia wasn’t slated to die in the future). Still, to Reyna’s mind (and in a way, she’s right), she lost her birth mom to the Collectors, before even getting a chance to know her.

As much as Cynthia tries to be involved in Reyna’s life (even offering to train her as a Collector when the anti-meta laws got really bad), as much as Reyna knows on some level that Cynthia loves her (and vice versa)…she’s still angry that Cynthia chose to walk away from them instead of fighting for her relationship with Cisco…even after Reyna was born.

ofc, this is not true—Cynthia wanted to keep up the relationship, but Cisco is the one who set the boundary and called it off, recognizing that neither of them were truly happy. But, seeing as Cisco is at least somewhat more present in her life than Cynthia is (as much as he can be, being a criminal in the eyes of ARGUS and all), Reyna doesn’t fully realize Cisco’s part in everything.

A quote I associate with them:

“When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.”

Reyna is not always an optimist by nature. But her loved ones give her that optimistic strength 💞

If they're a lover or a fighter:

This…is a bit more complicated. She’s a fighter, though not the same way Morgan is. She has no desire to be a superhero of any kind—she’s a fighter in that she keeps her trust close, keeps to herself, and doesn’t give second chances or trust easily. She does love, very much, but only those in her inner circle (her dad, her stepmom, her best friend, her two aunts. Her birth mom too, on their occasions when Reyna isn’t angry at her)

oc ask game!

#oc: reyna ramon #the flash #oc ask game