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oskea93 · 6 months

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☨ Fire Away ☨ Chapter Nine (Part two) ▾ Caius Volturi x OC ▾ ▲ Warning: Cursing, physical abuse ▲

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“You going to shoot me, nephew? Kill me in front of everyone – your wife, friends, unborn child?” Aro smiled. “Would be a shame for poor Vanessa to explain to the Volturi heir that his father is in prison or perhaps dead because he killed his poor, defenseless Uncle Aro. You don’t want that for your son.” Caius’s hand shook as the barrel of the gun pressed against Aro’s forehead. “Vanessa, darling-“His eyes shifted towards me. “You don’t want your son to be without a father, do you?”

I watched as he walked into the bathroom – his bruised eyes focusing straight ahead. It had been almost nine hours since I last saw him – Aro and his goons “setting him straight” after the stunt he pulled at the funeral. He said very little as he entered our room – the sight of his appearance causing my jaw to drop in shock. Blood stains splattered across the white shirt he wore underneath the suit jacket – his dress pants covered in dirt and dried blood. I removed myself from the bed as I followed his steps, slowly opening the door as the steam from the shower poured out. His dirty clothes littered the floor as his silhouette shown through the fogged glass.

I began to undress – my hand going over the bump as I took a deep breath. The warmth from the shower floated past the door as I stepped behind him – my arms instinctively wrapping around his middle as I rested my head against his back. His rigid body slowly starting to relax as he placed his hands on mine. We stayed like that for a few moments before he turned, brining my body close to his. We were both silent as I examined his face – bruises and cuts – all at the hand of his darling uncle.

“Don’t worry about me, love.” His voice heavy.

I reached up, gently touching his face as tears welled in my eyes. How could Aro do that to his own nephew, his flesh and blood? They were both hurting from the loss of Marcus – this was uncalled for. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.” His hand softly resting on my stomach- our eyes locking. “I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

I stared off into the distance, tears welling in my eyes as the dishes shattered against any hard surface in the kitchen. He arrived home in a state of rage – partially due to the alcohol that he had previously ingested. His face was battered and bruised at the hand of his uncle and his henchmen. Everything was suddenly my fault – Him not being able to be there with Marcus – Marcus’s death – The strain the Volturi family was now under. All of it. All of it was my fault and bringing a baby into the mix was the straw that was now breaking the camel’s back. I flinched as his hands grabbed roughly onto my bare arms, no doubt leaving marks where his fingers dug into the skin.

“Caius!” Charlotte’s voice echoed through the room as she tore his hands off of me. “Are you out of your mind?” Her arms wrapped protectively around my body. “This is your wife – the mother of your unborn child. You have no right treating her in this manner – no right at all.” He rolled his eyes as he stumbled backwards. “Stay out of it, Charl-“

“I will do no such thing, Caius.” Her voice stern. “I practically raised you as if you were one of my own and I am ashamed – appalled of your actions.”

I stayed silent; my eyes settled on the marble flooring. “This is your wife, Caius. What happened between your uncle is not her fault and how dare you blame her for the trouble he has caused. He needs to be the one you’re yelling at – turn your anger towards him, not your pregnant wife.” I glanced up – our eyes connecting. “If I see one more bruise or hear you yelling at her again, you will not like what I do, dear Caius.”

A smirk appeared on his face, “Are you threatening me, Charlotte?” His voice dripping with venom. “

She took a step forward, “Don’t cross me, young man…”

We didn’t speak to one another for over a week. Caius kept his distance – sleeping in the guest room and doing all his business outside of the house. I wasn’t going to be the first to crack. I wasn’t the one who was in the wrong. Don’t get me wrong, I missed his warmth and touch, but I wasn’t gonna crack just because of that. I kept busy by helping Charlotte out in the garden or going around town, visiting the different shops and landmarks. Even though he wasn’t speaking to me, he made sure that I was being watched 24/7. Two men perched outside the house and three trailing behind as I ventured around town.

“So what time is the appointment?”

I placed the fork back onto the dish, “3:15 is the ultrasound and then I see the doctor afterward.”

She smiled, “How lovely!”

Today was the day I would find out the gender of the baby – our baby. I had texted Caius to let him know about the appointment but he never answered to tell me if he was coming or not. This was the visit I had been dreading the most – the fate of the Volturi family was in my hands and today was judgement day. Aro’s words ran through my head daily – A newborn male was what the family needed – a male heir that can lead the Volturi name into the next generation.

“Would you like to go with me?” Her eyes connecting with mine. “I mean –“ I paused. “I messaged Caius to let him know but he never said anything. Don’t want to experience this moment alone.”

She stayed silent for a moment, “I appreciate the gesture, sweet Vanessa but don’t you think your mother should be the one going?”

I hadn’t spoken to my mother in almost four months – not since our wedding day. She never tried to call or reach out – no one did. The only famly I had left was the one I married into – a bipolar husband and his mentally unstable uncle. Even though she wasn’t a Volturi, Charlotte was the only constant I had. She was the mother figure I now needed in my life -especially now that a baby was involved.

I shook my head, “No.” I answered. “You don’t get invited to something like this when you’ve abandoned your daughter over money. I want you to be there with me, Charlotte. You’ve been nothing but gracious and loving towards me since I’ve arrived. I consider you to be family – you’re like a mother to me.”

I could tell my words really touched her – and they were the God’s honest truth. My mother had no idea I was pregnant – and she would never know at this point. “Alright, dear –“ She paused as she untied the apron. “Let me gather my things.” I watched as she walked towards her room, the sound of another set of footprints entering from the backyard. “Dearest Vanessa.” Aro’s sinister voice sounded – my body turning harshly as he approached. “Glowing and beautiful as ever.” His eyes moving up my body, the smile on his face absolutely sickening. I instinctively placed my hand over my stomach – protecting the child anyway I could.

He circled me like I was a poor, defenseless prey in the wild – his eyes never leaving mine.

“Where you off to this late in the day?”

I cleared my throat, “I have a hair appointment.” I lied. “I’m taking Charlotte with me.” His eyes narrowed, trying to see through fact or fiction.

“Is that so?”

I nodded my head, hitching my purse strap higher on my shoulder. I wouldn’t think Caius would tell him that today was the gender reveal appointment- he didn’t even reply back to my message when I told him. Aro and Caius – from my understanding- were still not on speaking terms. Caius did his business away from his Uncle, choosing to pick up certain things that belonged solely to Marcus.

“Well hopefully not too short, darling –“His hand reaching out for the random strand that has fallen from the clip. “Us Volturi men are suckers for long hair, especially when it belongs to a beautiful woman such as yourself, Vanessa.”

I felt like I needed to take another shower as his eyes continued to rake down my body – his hand slowly running down my arm as he released the strand.

“Vanessa?”

A sense of relief washed over me hearing Caius’s voice as he walked toward his uncle and I – a protective arm pulling me into his side. “Everything okay here?” He directed the question towards Aro.

I glanced between the two men as they glared at one another – the sickening smile from before etched back onto Aro’s face. “Peachy, nephew. Just speaking with your lovely bride about her new haircut she’s getting. Told her how much we love long hair on beautiful woman.”

Caius looked down at me, his eyes searching mine. “She’ll look beautiful no matter what she does with her hair. Be a lot easier with short hair when the baby gets here.”

This was the first time he acknowledged our child.

“Oh yes – my future great nephew.” Aro smiled. “Can’t wait for the little guy to make his appearance and learn all about our family – become the future leader of the family. We have lots to teach him, dear Caius.”

Caius stayed silent, his fingers curling into my sides. “What child wouldn’t want to be born into a powerful family such as ours – loved and feared at the same time.” He paused for a moment. “Isn’t that right, Vanessa?” I chose not to answer, shifting my body into Caius’s. “Well-“ His smile fell. “Don’t want you to be late for your important meeting, darling.”

I watched as he slowly walked away, looking back as he did before exiting the room. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt Caius’s body relax as well. We didn’t say anything to one another at first – the air awkward between us.

“I got your text.” Caius spoke.

I nodded my head, “Yeah-“ I paused. “Charlotte is going with me, so you don’t have to worry.” My tone was short. “I’ll put the picture in your office so you can see when you get back.”

His eyes stayed glued to the floor as the room became silent once again. I didn’t have time to play this game again. Sighing, I started making my way towards the door, his icy hand wrapping around my wrist, turning me towards him. His blue eyes glassy as his looked at me. “I’m sorry for the way I acted, Vanessa. It was a shit thing to do, and I never meant any of those words.”

“I had to hear that you're fucking knocked up by Aro in front of God and everyone else at that fucking funeral. Do you know how that makes me look, Vanessa? Do you know how that makes you fucking look? You don’t even tell your own fucking husband that you're having a baby, but yet my uncle knows before I fucking do!”

Tears fell from my eyes as he yelled – glass shattering on the floor as he continued his tantrum.

“Not only do I have to deal with Marcus’s death and the wrath of Aro, now I have to worry about your ass and that fucking baby. I got enough shit to deal with already, Vanessa. I don’t need to worry about a fucking child right now. Sometimes I think you do things on purpose – was getting pregnant one of those things? You already had it in your mind that you wanted to get knocked up and possibly leave me and make me give you child support?”

He walked closer to me, towering over my body as I sat back in the chair. “How do I even know that’s my baby?” His eyes moving down my body. “For all I know you could have fucked around with Michael or Daniel. Fuck-“ He chuckled. “My uncle wants an heir so badly for this family, you could have fucked him just so it had Volturi blood in its body.”

My hand collided with the side of his already bruised face – the crack echoing throughout the kitchen.

“I better go.” I spoke. “Charlotte’s waiting for me in the car.”

He hung his head as I pulled my wrist out of his hold. I was still hurt by what he had said but I was afraid to just let him back in again. He was drunk when he spoke those vial words – drunkenness always brings out true feelings. I wanted to believe that his apology was sincere, but I couldn’t take that chance right now…

I couldn’t stop looking at the ultrasound picture. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the bold word on the photo mocked me. I was supposed to be happy and ecstatic after finding out the gender of my child – trying to pick out names and the design of the nursery. I had all those thoughts in my mind but either side of the coin spelled trouble not only for myself but for my child.

“Vanessa, darling –“Charlotte comforted me. “Let’s get you something to eat, dear.” Her eyes searched mine. She was in the room when the technician told us the gender. She smiled as I looked over at her but deep down, she knew what I was thinking.

Alexander was always a name I liked for a little boy. Alexander Blake Volturi was the name I had placed together weeks ago as I researched names. I had more boy names picked out – my fear being that it would indeed be a little boy. This was what Aro wanted – needed. I would often pray that it be a boy – too afraid to think of what he would do if it was a little girl. Even though I wanted a son – my heart ached because I knew what his future held. He would become just like his father. Groomed to take over the family business and legacy.

Charlotte and I stopped at a little dinner outside of town – both wanting somewhere quiet and low-key. We ate in mostly silence – making small talk here and there about how the food was and if the other was okay. The drive back home was short as the radio filled the silence. I wished Charlotte goodnight before walking towards the kitchen, the sight of Daniel and Michael shocking me as they spoke with Caius. Their conversation coming to an end once they saw me – tight smiles on their faces as they greeted. Ever since Marcus’s death, Caius had become closer to the brothers – Daniel more than Michael. My encounters with Michael still fresh in my mind – his dislike towards my husband still present in his body language. I didn’t bother sticking around, telling my husband that I would see him upstairs. The ultrasound picture feeling like a ton of bricks inside of my purse.

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juniaships · 3 years

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Sketches of jason whittaker from the radio series "adventures in odyssey" with my self insert Vanessa. I want to practice consistency :v

#jason whittaker #oc: vanessa marbles #adventures in odyssey #canon x oc #selfship #aio #sketch #odysseymysteryhour #self indulgent

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mmprviolet · 3 years

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🐢 + Vanessa

Favorite song is

Birthstone is Aquamarine

Favorite subject is literature

Biggest talent is embroidery

Her name is greek origin for Butterfly

Vanessa never told anyone that she was Blackgaard's daughter until it was the right time

Her best friend is Connie

Favorite trip was to Paris; Morocco too!

I have noncanon fankids it would be something biblical or relating to religion like Jeremiah or Miracle

Her favorite season is autumn it gives her inspiration

#oc: vanessa marbles #adventures in odyssey radio show #aio #adventures in odyssey #aio oc

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anna-justice · 3 years

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Light My Fire - 1

Summary: Millie Halstead is just a girl finally coming home, Blake Gallo is just a boy looking for one. *Blake Gallo x OC Halstead/UPSTEAD

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1 - It’s the Wind

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O’Hare was buzzing with it’s normal chaotic energy, the business of traveling near the holidays lost on no one. Millie Halstead raced down her terminal, barely phased by the craziness. She couldn’t contain her smile as she saw a familiar redhead standing at baggage claim, she was home.

“Mildred.” Will said, holding his arms open.

Millie rolled her eyes, “William.” They both laughed before embracing, it had been six months since they had seen each other last. “I missed you.” She said, pulling away.

Will reached out and grabbed his sister’s bag off the floor where she had dropped it. “I missed you too.” He nodded towards the doors, “Let’s get out of here.”

The two siblings navigated the sea of people out of the airport and headed for Will’s car, which was conveniently (not) located at the far end of the parking garage. When they finally got there, Millie was out of breath, thankful that her brother had decided to take her bag.

“This is weird.” She said, sliding into the passenger seat.

“What is?”

Millie shrugged, “Being home.” She watched the city fly by out the window.

Will laughed at his sister’s dramatics, “Mill, this isn’t the first time you’ve come home…”

“Yeah, I know.” She said, glaring at him. “This is just the first time I’ve come home for good.” She peeked at her brother and watched his face go from very confused to shocked, she grinned.

“What?” Will asked, “You decided to take the job here?” Millie nodded, her heart swelling at her older brother’s joy. “The Halsteads,” He sighed, “All back together again.”

Millie laughed, “Looks like it.”

“Seattle not as fun as it used to be?” Will teased.

She watched the buildings go by, it was similar in some ways to Seattle, but Seattle would never be Chicago. “Seattle is beautiful and I will always love it there, but it’s too far away…” She explained. Millie had attended the University of Washington for biology (specializing under a professor in marine biology), and she would forever say that it was one of the best decisions she had ever made. She had just finished an expedition in the pacific, working with an organization called OCEARCH for shark conservation. When she got back to land, there was a job offer for her from the Shedd Aquarium.

As amazing as it was to live at sea, Millie missed her family and the decision to move back was a no-brainer. “I’m glad you're back, for good.” Will said, smiling.

“Yeah, me too.” She agreed.

A few minutes later, Will pulled into the parking lot of the district. “I’ve got night shift tonight, so you are Jay’s problem until tomorrow.” Will joked, putting the car in park. “I’ll leave your stuff at my apartment and you can come grab it later.”

Millie nodded, “Thanks Will.” She said, pushing the door open. “I’ll see you later.” Will waved before she shut the door, turning to make her way up the concrete steps.

The 21st district was just how she remembered it, hectic and full of life. “Millie Halstead.” She heard and her head snapped up, meeting her favorite desk sergeants eyes. “Look at you.” She said, rounding the massive desk and wrapping her in a hug.

“Hi Sergeant Platt.” She said, smiling.

Trudy pulled away, giving the much younger girl a fake stern look. “What have I told you? You aren’t your brother.”

Millie nodded, laughing. “You’re right. It’s good to see you, Trudy.”

“You too, it’s been too long since I’ve seen my favorite Halstead.” Trudy said quietly, “I’ll buzz you up.”

“Thanks!” Millie threw over her shoulder, before walking up the stairs. She was a lot younger than her brothers, a product of a time where Pat and Jane were happy again. Her mom died when she was still in middle school and Trudy had become a sort of mother figure afterwards. Jay had been in intelligence for a long time and before that he was still at the 21st, she spent a lot of late nights with the resident desk sergeant when she wanted to be anywhere but home.

She pushed the metal gate open and ascended the marble staircase to the bullpen. As room as she reached the top, her brother jumped up from his desk to greet her. Millie grinned, running past him and embracing his partner who was waiting for her with open arms. “Hey Mill.” Hailey said, hugging the girl tightly.

“Hey Hailes.” She replied.

Someone cleared their throat behind her, Millie pulled away and rolled her eyes. “Hi Jay.” She said, walking over to hug her brother.

“If it isn't baby Halstead?” Kevin asked, walking out of the interrogation room. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey Kev.” She said before going to hug Kim. “Hey.”

Kim gave her a kind smile. “Hi Mill, how are you?”

Millie grinned, she had some news to share. “I’m great.”

The members of intelligence had become her family over the years, most of them had attended her high school graduation, Hailey flew out with Jay and Will to watch her walk in Washington. They had all been there for her every step of the way. Like when Jay was shot, Kim sat in the hospital on facetime with her for almost two days while he was in and out of surgery.

“Hey kid.” Adam said, ruffling her hair. Millie faked a punch and Adam jumped back putting his hands up in surrender. “Woah-wee, did you get taller? I think she got taller.” He said pointing at her.

Millie backed away from Adam, “Shut up.” She turned her attention back to Hailey, leaning against her desk next to her. “So, do you still have that extra room?” She asked and Jay’s eyebrows shot up.

Hailey grinned, “Yeah, it’s been empty since Vanessa left.”

“You feel like having a roommate again?” Millie asked.

“Only if it’s you.” Hailey said, wrapping her arm around the younger girl.

“Wait.” Jay said, moving his crossed arms to slightly point at his little sister. “Does this mean you are moving back?” Jay asked, his voice getting higher and more excited as he went.

Millie nodded, “Yeah. I took the job,” She took a step forward, almost like she was presenting herself to the room. “You are looking at the Shedd Aquarium’s new resident shark biologist!”

The room erupted with claps, Jay coming to stand beside her. “I’m so proud of you.” He said quietly before hugging her once again. As much as Millie loved Will, she and Jay had always been closer. Jay was the token middle child, she always hated the way their dad treated him, but they bonded growing up. They were closer in age and even as a kid Jay had a slight hero complex, so when he enlisted Millie was anything but surprised. She was ten when he left, Will had already been gone for a while, he was in New York, but Jay leaving hit her much harder.

When their mom got sick he came home, but he wasn’t the same. Something in him had changed, he was still her Jay: loving, protective, responsible...but there was a darkness that he brought with him. There were many times that year before their mom died that she would sit outside of his bedroom door in the middle of the night, listening to him thrash around. She would stay until she knew he had fallen back asleep and then sneak back to her room.

He left again for another tour after she died, that was the hardest. Pat was always distant, but after Jane died he wasn’t much of a father at all. Will visited, but he was living a new life far away so when he did come home, the time was short and few and far between.

Jay joined the force after his second tour, telling Millie that he was home for good. She moved in with him for her last two years of high school, with little interference from their father. They were happy, Jay was pulled into a unit, where he met Antonio Dawson and Millie got a few more people to call family. She even babysat Eva and Diego sometimes.

Choosing to go to Seattle for college was a hard decision, but she got a full scholarship and she had Jay’s full support, how could she not take it? That was the last time that she lived in Chicago, so Jay was ecstatic that she was back for good. “Let’s go get coffee, I’ve got some time and we need to catch up.” Jay said, grabbing his coat off his chair.

“Sounds great.” Millie said.

Jay looked at his partner, “Hailey?”

“I’m good, have fun.” She said, waving them off.

Jay nodded and Millie waved goodbye as they disappeared down stairs to the drive-by. “So…” Millie said as she hopped into the passenger seat of the truck.

“So?” Jay asked.

Millie sighed, her brother was so dense sometimes. “Hailey…”

Jay laughed, “Yeah, what about her?”

“Jay. In the past two weeks you have called me three times about her.”

Jay took a deep breath, he didn’t know how, but Millie could always see right through him, no matter how good the lie was. “And? She’s my partner.”

Millie laughed, “I know that excuse works for everyone else, but it doesn’t work for me.” She shifted in her seat to face him, “Plus, you called me about what to get her for Christmas, what I thought her favorite scent was and if asking her to go shopping with you was too much. Those aren’t really partner things Jay.”

Jay thought long and hard, trying to find something to say. “I hate it when you are right.”

“That must be why you are so grumpy all the time.” Millie teased.

They reached the local coffee shop, ordering quickly (and of course Jay still got Hailey a cup). Even though the walk from the building to the truck was brief, Millie still shivered. “Cold?” Jay asked, smirking.

“You know, after living in Washington for five years, you’d think I’d be used to Chicago winters.” She said, sighing at the heat in the truck.

Jay shook his head, “It’s the wind.”

They rode in comfortable silence for a little while before Millie spoke up. “I was thinking...maybe we could go to Mom and Dad’s grave later? It’s been a while since we cleaned it.”

Jay nodded immediately, “I took tomorrow off, we could go in the morning after Will gets off shift.” He looked at his sister for approval..

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Millie said, taking a breath. She sipped her hot drink, watching the building fly by.

“Hey Mill.” Jay said, grabbing her attention. “I’m really glad you’re home.”

Millie smiled softly, “Yeah, me too.”

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A/N: I am SO so excited for this story. I’ve been toying with the idea for a while now and I have finally have the time to write it! I know the backstory is a little jacked, but with a new character and timeline, I needed it to make sense. Also, I can’t decide if this is a fire or pd story, so let’s just call it both! Thanks for reading! <3

P.S. Comment to be added to the tag list!

#jay halstead #hailey upton #will halstead #blake gallo #kim burgess #adam ruzek #trudy platt #kevin atwater #Chicago PD #chicago fire #upstead #one chicago

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letmeringabell · 5 years

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Legends Never Die - Chapter 1

Lately, I’ve been consuming a lot of Mortal Kombat content (Especially Erron Black and Kabal ones). So I thought that I should contribute in some way to the fandom, because you just gotta be the change you see in the world sometimes.

My OC’s name in this, is Vanessa. Basically, this is an Erron x F!OC fic, where the OC is a field medic, and Kotal wants to have friendly relations with Earthrealm by calling Special Forces for a field trip.

I’m sorry for a slow first chapter, but sometimes you gotta lay down the framework, the same way you lay down a table mat before you eat to avoid making a mess. God, I’m so hungry.

Anyway, enjoy! I’ll include a link to the AO3 fic, or you can just search for it with the same name.

Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/20806688/chapters/49453874

“And thus, Kotal Kahn has agreed to receive Special Forces’ Entourage as a sign of trust and cooperation between Outworld and Earthrealm.”

She hears General Blade’s voice boom throughout the hall, the entire fleet pays close attention to their leading officer-in command.

“This delegation will be led by Commander Cage. I, myself and Johnny will stay behind to watch over things here, just to make sure Earthrealm is kept in check. Take this as an opportunity to further sharpen your skills and reflexes. Don’t ever let your guard down, you never know what danger finds you in Outworld.”

There is no sugar-coating with General Blade, but it is apt for the situation.

General Blade continues on with her announcements; The time and place for the Delegation to assemble, the necessary and optional squadrons needed, and a briefing in Outworld Etiquette and Propriety later in the evening. The General ends the meeting, and dismisses everyone early to allow for preparation and packing. Every soldier needs to be fully ready; Their physical fitness at their peak, and iron-clad mental fortitude to persevere through the unknown days ahead.

Despite the warnings and precautions, the allure of danger and mysticality still has everyone whispering excitedly, or worriedly. She can’t tell at this point, because all sorts of whispers seem to drown out any distinction between the two.

What would they be doing there? What would they see in Outworld? What does Kotal Kahn want with Special Forces? Is Outworld coffee stronger than Earthrealm? Better yet, does Outworld actually have coffee?

She doesn’t stay long for the excitement nor dread that has everyone rapt in their conversation. She sees Jacqui and Cassie in the distance, and calls out to them eagerly. There are more pressing and urgent matters on hand, and she has a tendency to procrastinate.

“And here I thought packing my stuff would take the longest,” Cassie grumbles as she hoists another box to the corner of the room.

Jacqui is busy going through her extensive vault of books; Any journal, document, or research paper that would be useful goes in the box while others, would collect dust on the large shelf during their 6-month stay in Outworld. Jacqui is impressed by the sheer volume of reading material in the office, but silently hopes that this is the last of it. The whole sifting and sorting process is wearing her spirits down, and she feels the impending migraine pulsing at the back of her head.

“Don’t worry gals, I have come with gifts,” She comes in with a tray of hot coffee in hand, and immediately, the girls lighten up.

“God, I needed a break from all these books!”

“And I need a break from all this heavy lifting. We’ve gotta KonMari your office when we get back, Van,” Cassie says, taking the offered coffee with a tired hand and a soft thank you.

“We’re almost done, actually. All that’s left is the books, and after that, we can start moving my stuff onto the trolleys.”

“Thank God! If I have to sit through another ‘Cardio’, ‘Surgery’ and ‘Benign’, I’ll go nuts and throw the books through the roof. Why do you need so much books anyway? Most of the information is in the Special Forces Database.”

She shrugs carelessly, “Some of them are very old tomes and medical journals that are not online, and I prefer having paperback anyway. Makes jotting and scribbling little notes easier.”

“What ever you say, Doc,” Cassie holds her hands up in defeat, “Just make sure you pack for all sun and no rain, because Outworld is hot as hell.”

“No kidding. I almost got a heat stroke, and Outworld’s bedside manners aren’t exactly… up to par,” Jacqui’s grimace at the recollection is evidence enough that Outworld weather is not to be trifled with. Although, it does sound like the perfect weather to have ice cream and brownies, and every other dessert on the chilled spectrum.

Her glance moves beyond the window, into the outside world, and finally, settles at the sunset sky – The splashes of purple, pink and orange washes the sky in vivid technicolor, and it leaves her feeling some kind of way; Like she would never come to see the sunset sky the same way ever again. It is somewhat unsettling, yet, she doesn’t feel her skin prickle at the thought. Maybe it’s just her nerves or paranoia flaring up.

All of them finish packing her things up, and unloaded the boxes onto the designated trolleys. At least, she’s packed her stuff early and if she ever needed to pack more, she could just add to the load.

Cassie is the first to initiate the conversation, “So, Jacqui, Van, where do you wanna eat? We’ve got 2 whole days before we make a move, so we might as well start satisfying every craving known to man now.”

“Should we make a head start on sushi, then?” Nothing could’ve been any better.

Outworld is every bit as hot and dry as Jacqui and Cassie had described it to be, and she is thankful for their advice; Her medical outfit is light and loose, allowing for easier movement and a reprieve from the searing heat. She wonders whether everyone else is suffering in the heat, and if they’re cursing their decision to come to Outworld—Whether the allure of ‘I’ve been to Outworld and survived its hell’ had been worth the attraction in the first place.

Although, it is not her place to doubt the Special Forces. All of them had been trained for extreme climates and situation, and this delegation is no different. Cassie is front and center, with Jacqui at her side as her right-hand man. Everyone has their guns lock and loaded, and a contingency plan had been formed prior to their arrival should anything go wrong.

She catches a glimpse of 3 figures in the distance, and she can only guess who they are: Kotal Kahn, Kitana and Jade. They had rolled out the red carpet treatment, coming to greet the delegation themselves. The air surrounding the Force tenses in anticipation as they near the Kahns—Everyone’s standing a little straighter, and the grip on their guns tighten ever so slightly.

“Welcome to Outworld, fellow Earthrealmers,” His welcome had been loud and clear, “We hope that you enjoy whatever Outworld has to offer, and do not worry, we have prepared food and accommodation for your stay here.”

The Imperial Army had descended upon the Special Forces, (and to their relief) started helping them with their equipment and luggage. Immediately, everyone was up in arms, trying to work and sort through all the different boxes and luggage, making sure they don’t accidentally end up in the trash or some other unsavory place. She’s never went dumpster diving in Earthrealm, and she’s not going to start the habit in Outworld.

The Imperial Guard guided her through the Palace halls, and like any person with new experiences, she observed her surroundings; Talltalltall ceilings overshadowing longlonglong hallways, the pillars stand strong with their embellishments of royal red and gold, and there are windows interspersed to grant the Palace inhabitant a splendid view of the City from above. All in all, this Palace is bigger than any castle she’s seen back home.

The infirmary is nothing out of the ordinary – Cabinets filled with medical equipment and solutions, the beds are adjacent to the wall and there are people filing in out and out of the room. Her office is neat and tidy—Tables, bookshelves, and other assorted furniture had already been moved in for her comfort. I could get used to this, she mused to herself. Her office back home wasn’t this big nor spacious. It wasn’t cramped either, but one could always upgrade to bigger spaces once in a while.

There is a garden outside of her office, and its splendor can be admired from the infirmary. The spread of green stretches as far as the eye can see, yet there are fragments of oranges, reds and white that makes the garden all the more surreal. She spots the row of unknown plants in one corner of the garden, and wonders if there are herbs planted here for easy access. Maybe, she’ll ask some of the other doctors for help.

“Miss Vanessa,” The guard brings her out from her daydream, and speak of the devil, “I would like to introduce to you the Palace Doctors. They will be here to assist you should you need it.”

“Thank you, but I think I would be needing their help more than they mine.”

“Don’t be so modest, Miss Vanessa. We could all stand to learn from each other,” One of the Doctors joked, and before she knew it, she was being huddled by all these strangers. She was relieved to be welcomed so warmly, the fear of being an outcast had been an idle thought playing in the back of her head for the past few days.

The routine in the infirmary had been simple; 2 off-days, make sure that the medicine cabinet is always stocked, all rounds must be completed on schedule, paperwork must be filed, and other things she was already doing back at Earthrealm. She is reassured by the fact, that there is something that she is used to doing and it makes adjusting to life on Outworld a little easier.

Clack!

The sound of heavy footsteps against the marble floor had everyone’s breath held, there had been some sort of frenzy; Some frantic urgency that had caused them to file out of the room like a deer out of headlights. She was… confused? Confounded? What? She had walked to the doorway to find the reason for the commotion, and true enough, there had been a man at the center of it all.

Deadly—Had been the first word that came to mind. Gore and glory seem to go hand-in-hand because he shows up bloodied and slightly haggard (with mud trailing behind him, to her annoyance), yet his mere presence is enough to command everyone’s respect, is enough to have people whisper in awe and alarm at the sight of him.

He is tall—He towers over some of doctors crowding him, and even she can see that his physique is packing serious amount of muscle under all that clothing. He is dark – The tufts of brown can be seen in his sideburns, and he has a slight tan from all his days of yeehaw-ing around. Is he handsome? Hard to tell considering he has the bottom half of his face obscured with a mask.

He looks at her, and it makes her stand a little straighter. His eyes are intense, and it scares her how deeply he’s staring into her, but she still can’t look away-- Something in her tells her, forces her to hold his gaze. It feels like forever since they’ve been staring at each other, but finally, something in his eyes change, and he subtly tips his hat off to her. Whether it is a sign of respect or acknowledgement, she doesn’t know.

But she breaks their staring contest, turns around and shuts the door behind her.

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#Mortal kombat 11 #Mk11 #erron black #mortal kombat fanfiction #erron black x F!OC #mortal kombat #mk #cassie cage #jacqui briggs

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technohumanlation · 5 years

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Whumptober Day 27

The ever so lovely @whumptober2019 made a list of prompts to complete every day for the whole month of October and I’m giving a shot at it this year!

Ransom

Characters: Human OC Ana, Connor, Sixty, Hank, Captain Allen

Warnings: Swearing, Sixty’s fucking antics, blood, violence,

So, I have a flower shop AU where a florist falls in love with an android that visits her shop one day whom so happens to be Connor. You can read it (Half Past Five) with or without context. Enjoy U.U

Half past five couldn’t come around fast enough. It had been a few days since he had last seen Ana. An all nighter had him exhausted and another breakthrough in a case had him working a double shift.

Vanessa Clarke, A woman who abducted people with riches to hand over their money. It didn’t matter if it were android or human. If they complied they lived and if not they were found the next day with a single bullet to the head. Finally they had gotten close. This time Clarke had left behind her next target. A blurry photograph enhanced digitally. They had a name and a location where she was to strike next. Henry S. McCain owned a law firm. A rather successful one.

Before tomorrow's take down, he wanted to see his love. With the dangers of his job ever looming over him every day, he always wished to spend as much time as he could with family and friends. Though he only held a handful, they were dear to him.

He walked down the street with a to-go cup of lavender tea with honey and a dab of cream. Exactly how sweet Ana, liked it.

Just a few more steps brought him to an open windowed storefront. With a smile he opened the door, a small bell alerting the inside of a newcomer. “Ana?” He called, LED swimming a lovely blue.

Just to see her face made his thirium pump do strange things. Her smile made him smile. The way she fumbled over words when trying to tell a joke but her own excitement got in the way. The way her cheeks flushed after he kissed her forehead gently. The way she held a calm conversation as she made arrangements for a small countryside wedding.

She was the most beautiful human he had ever met. And seeing her every chance he had was a promise he took seriously.

He walked to the marble counter and set down her tea. She must have been upstairs. A piece of yellow lined paper on the counter caught his attention and he placed fingertips upon it to grip it. But in doing so a pile of photos just under it, at the edge, dropped onto the floor.

He took an alerted step back watching the photo scatter. Slowly, he went to onto one knee reading the note in hand.

It was simple. Three sentences.

“You’re getting too close. Allow me to remind you-I am closer.”

It was enough to make his pump stutter. Cold fear shot down his spine. His eyes flicked hectically to the ground LED processing a yellow and red. Photos of Connor and Ana standing outside the shop hugging or kissing. Another freeze frame of them walking down the street. Holding hands while crossing a busy intersection, sipping tea at a tiny table outside The Whistling Kettle.

The android stood his head in disbelief, thirium pump pounding against his chassis. “Ana?!” He called out more loudly and firmly. He traveled around the shop expecting her to jump from a hiding spot. To laugh and say that she tricked him. But she never did. He climbed the stairs that lead to her apartment above and explored her small living space.

His foot fell onto something, cracking under his weight. He stepped back and the dread only filled him more. Her glasses that were broken in two were now cracked and twisted.

This wasn’t real. This…

She was gone.

And their killer had her.

A soft meow and chirrup greeted him. Stovepipe, her black cat, came from hiding, glad to see a person of a familiar face.

“Stovepipe...” He said in pity

The phone suddenly rang causing the android to jump in surprise. The cat scurried back to his hiding spot under the couch.

Carefully he made his way to the phone upon the end table and picked it up exactly on the third ring. He brought the receiver to his lips and paused a beat before speaking. “Hello?” He answered

“Hey, baby boy.”

The voice sent chills down his spine. A voice that had one too many cigarettes added with a bag of gravel on the side.

“Who is this?” He demanded firmly.

“Did you get my love letter?”

His LED now swam a solid red. The grip on the phone tightened as well as his throat as anger bubbled from his stomach. “Vanessa.” He turned towards the window and looked down to the street below and then to the surrounding buildings. She was watching this whole time.

“Mn, I love it when you say my name like that.” A breathy chuckle. “You’re a cutie and so is your girl here.”

Ana.

“What do you want?” He was designed to negotiate. To make deals and get what he wanted out of his prey of choice. This was no different. Personal relations could not be pushed aside. The one human he could ever love so dearly was begin held hostage and who knows what else she had done to his sweet Ana.

“You know what I want.”

Connor grit his teeth. “No.”

“Now, you don’t mean that baby boy, because you see, I have your girl.” The phone shuffled, skin against the receiver before it went clear again. Clarke’s voice was distant. “Say hello, sweety.”

The phone was suddenly muffled by heavy breathing and quiet sobs. “Con-Connor?” Her voice was so scared but hearing her alive was all that mattered.

“Ana?” His thirium pump jumped to his throat, the anger being traded for temporary cold focus. He looked outside the window looking around to every window. The thought of being so close and yet so far away. She was teasing purposely.

Her voice was so scared but hearing her alive was all that mattered. “Listen to me, you’re going to be alright. I’m coming for you, okay?”

“I-I know...but...I’m scared.” Sobs were breathed into the phone. “I don’t...I don’t want to die.”

“Ana, you’re not going to die.” There was cry of surprise and her voice grew distant. “Listen to me. You’re-!”

“I have your girl, right?” It was Vanessa disgusting voice again, reiterating the cold reality. “And we don’t want nothing bad happening to her do we?”

Connor swallowed closing his eyes in defeat. “How much?” He grounded out and opened them once again.

“Seven hundred thousand, and a visa to get me out of here.” She sang.

Connor swallowed the anger that continued to rise in his throat. “Where?”

“Where you were going to find me all along, babe.” A chuckle.

A cry of fear echoed in the background causing Connor to step forward. But where? Where would his automatic reaction get him? “As soon as you can the better. Little Ana here doesn’t look so good...”

After a beat of silence from Connor, she chuckled.

“I’ll be waiting.” The phone hung up and all that remained was the steady tone of a dead line.

After the call ended, Connor had returned to the precinct and rushed his way into the bullpen.

“Connor?” Hank looked up from his desk, brows knitted in confusion. “I thought you got out early to see ya girl?”

“She has her, Hank. We have to do something. We need to move, now!” He placed the handful of photos and the note on his desk. Blinking in confusion, Hank placed his hands up. “Whoa, whoa, slow down kid. Who has who?” He noted the way his LED swam a solid red, how his hair was disheveled and his tie was uncharacteristically loosened around his neck. He was a worried mess.

“Vanessa Clarke has my Ana. She called her home just as I got in and demanded seven hundred. She’s after McCain and Ana’s next.”

Hank’s eyes fell down to the photos on his desk taking in the evidence of her stalkings. She knew when and where to strike. Hank took the note and set his jaw.

“We got too close. So she got closer...and...” His sentence strayed off as he noticed a person walking closer to them.

Nearby Sixty slunk next to his frazzled brother. “Is...everything alright bro?”

“No.” He snapped in his direction brushing him off purposely. He turned back to the lieutenant. “If we don’t go after her, I will.”

Sixty placed his hand up, a smile coming over his lips. “Okay wait, hold on, pump the brakes, Connor.”

Hank nodded. “I agree kid, we-”

“Where is my brother and what have you-”

Before he could finish, the eldest RK unit took him by the collar of his jacket and tossed him into the nearest cubical wall. “Shut up! For once just shut up!”

“Hey! Connor! Enough!” Hank stood up, walked around his desk and attempted to part them. Connor backed away but didn’t let go. Hank’s heart damn nearly broke upon the sight of Connor’s vulnerable expression.

For once Sixty didn’t fight back but instead stepped down from Connor’s loosening grip. The eldest gave in, face twisting in pain as he bowed his head forward into his chest. “She has her...”

“Connor...” Sixty blinked placing his hands on his shoulders in comfort.

He eyed their adoptive father and he nodded firmly. “C’mon, Fowler’s still here. Let’s talk to the big gun before we shoot off.”

Fowler only agreed to build a team to take down Clarke only because it was prevalent to their interests and that McCain’s life was clearly threatened.

It was disgusting in Connor’s opinion but if the result ended with Ana being back into his arms safe and sound then so be it. They arrived to the destination with the money in hand and a plan. Sixty looked around and noted a perfect visage from atop a building directly across the office. He spoke into the mouthpiece that offered communication with Captain Allen's team.

“I’ll be watching.” He indicated his eyes with two fingers before pointing them back at the building. “Go get your girl.” The brother rushed away slinging the long case across his back.

Connor watched after his bother before turning to the innocent storefront of the law firm that held not so innocent intentions within.

He waited until his brother had given him the go ahead. The android stepped out of the vehicle and walked into the small office, thick briefcase in hand. It smelled of leather seating, warm printer paper and blood as he stepped inside. Nearby, McCain was slumped in his desk chair, a single drip of blood flowing down his forehead and nose. The scene behind him wasn’t so clean. He swallowed thickly turning his voice towards the back of the room. They were too late.

“Clarke!” He shouted, LED cycling a processing yellow.

A beat of silence and then the voice that sounded like the one on the phone replied. “Is it just you?” Except her voice in person was worse.

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

Out of the shadows a middle aged woman came forward holding a thin and short woman by her arms that were tied behind her back. “Weapons. Toss them.”

Connor set his jaw firmly and did as he was told taking his standard issue glock from its holster and sliding it off to his left.“

Jesus, Connor, what are you doing?”

“Good” She praised. “Do you have what I want?”

“Shut up.” He ordered back to his brother through their internal communication link.

Wordlessly, Connor showed her the briefcase as he made eye contact with Ana. She was trembling visibly. Either wise to stay quiet or was just too scared to move or speak at all.

“Good.” She revealed a gun from behind her back and pressed it against Ana’s head. Her now purposeful facade dropped. She was so brave for so long, the cold metal breaking her last strand of her strong will. Frantic sobs poured from her lips.

“No funny business. Hand it over.”

Connor’s heart ached. Anger flowed through his veins. He fought every nerve in his body from charging forward and wrecking whatever intent his hands will may upon the human before him. But he couldn’t. He had to hold back. Couldn’t speak the assurances that he held back causing his throat to form a lump.

“Release her first and its yours.” He opened the case and revealed that indeed the money was there, neatly counted and placed in neat stacks. In the end, at least if all went according to plan, she wouldn’t get to touch a single bill.

“Nope. Money first.” She clicked the safety off, Ana squeezing her eyes shut. “P-Please.”

He bowed over hand up in surrender as Connor slide the suitcase across the ground. It stopped two feet away from her.

“Alright, fine, you have what you want, now hand her over.” He spoke evenly and steadily.

“Connor hurry up I cant get a clear shot from up here. I’ll hit Ana.” He made note of his brothers’ unfortunate snag.

“I’m trying.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But I’m not that simple. Connor watched as Clarke took a step forward to look down at the case and flip it open with her foot. She dragged Ana unwillingly.

“Shes going back on her word, make a move!” Connor’s jaw clenched tightly. His voice dripped anger. “We had a deal!

“And I’m going back on it. I have to kill my targets, Connor boy. It’s kinda my thing.” She scrunched her nose up in a cute little fashion pressing the gun harder into her head. Her finger pressed the trigger ever so slightly.

Glass suddenly shattered as Sixty finally took the shot. The one step forward was all he needed. The bullet hit true into her shoulder, the force casing her to trip back. Connor took the moment to rush towards Ana. He took her by the crook of her elbow and placed her behind himself as he kicked the gun aside. Slowly he backed away from Clarke as she moaned in pain on the ground.

“Nice shot.”

“Allen’s comin’ in, now.”

“You’re alright, love.” He murmured wrapping his arm so tightly around her. He slowly backed out of the office making sure he kept her face pressed into his chest as he walked out. She didn't need to see anymore of this scene. The dead cold body of McCain, the woman that held her hostage, the broken glass and blood. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He breathed placing his lips on her cheek and keeping the kiss there for a long moment. She continued to sob and cry her little heart out clutching onto his jacket desperately.

From the street beyond, a black armored vehicle pulled up. Allen’s team immediately hit pavement to secure the scene.

“I want to go home. I just want to go home.” She finally croaked against his chest.

“I know my love. We will. We will...” For now he held her in his arms watching as SWAT moved in to take over the scene. He looked away, his body relaxing, shoulder falling as the realization that it was over and Ana was safe In his arms

Sixty came up from behind the duo and placed a hand on his shoulder. The young woman looked up and sought an embrace from the brother as well.

Gladly he held her tightly kissing the top of her head.

She was safe. And that was all that mattered.

#Whumptober2019 #no.27 #Ransom #swearing #sixty's fucking antics #blood #violence #DBH #Detroit become human #Connor #RK800 #RK900 #RK800-60 #Hank anderson #Captain Allen #Human OC #Ana

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gritsandbrits · 2 years

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Sentinel and Veena is the Anti Jason x Vanessa.

#if you ever been on my blogs you'd know #jason whittaker #oc: vanessa marbles #adventures in odyssey #sentinel prime #tfa #veena micel #si x canon

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I did play with the idea of making Vanessa a superhero a la Larryboy but I'm keeping her a civilian. Since the show canonized Jillian as a spy, and Jason already had two other love interests who were also spies, i think a truly normal love interest would spice things up. No NSA no secret disguises. Just a normal woman with a normal job but shares his thirst for adventure. She's still a novelist/artist working at Whit's End and an amateur sleuth cuz i like the "hobby detective x agent/officer" dynamic.

#vanessa: i only do this for a hobby while also looking to write my next book!!#jillian: cool! once im doing being a spy then I can be a writer too!#vanessa: you literally only a spy as an excuse to be shipped with Jason; my job doesnt have that issue #jillian: 😰#adventures in odyssey #aio #oc: vanessa marbles #odysseymysteryhour

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gritsandbrits · 1 year

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Published Chapters of my self indulgent jasonessa story

#jason whittaker #oc: vanessa marbles #si x canon #adventures in odyssey #wattpad #links #selfship

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Regina and Vanessa would be really good friends, being outsiders with strange interests and having to overcome judgmental townsfolk. They both have issues with family members so they consider each other family. Regina has someone that can listen to her, and Vanessa has someone who likes her flaws and all.

#aio oc #regina blackgaard #adventures in odyssey #vanessa marbles #oc: vanessa #aio #platonic relationships

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gritsandbrits · 1 year

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Odyssey Sunday! Which means 25th & 26th female characters of the month are my self inserts Vanessa Marbles & Lady Zephyra!

Vanessa is for the show "Adventures in Odyssey" and Zephyra for Buzz Lightyear of Star Command. They're the love interests of Jason Whittaker and EVIL EMPEROR ZURG respectively. Zephyra reference made in Doll Divine

#the reason for my ocs is this is my birthday week :)#self insert #self shipping #disney #adventures in odyssey #women's history month #female characters #blosc

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When you write your OCs into canon, do you rewrite the canon, keep it the same, or do a mix of both?

I ask since I've seen some cases where you do rewrite canon with your OCs involved (ex. your rewrite of the Power Rangers Lightspeed Rescue & Lost Galaxy team-up "Trakeena's Revenge" where your OC Alya's family is kidnapped by the demons in order to coerce her into fulfilling her betrothal to Prince Olympius and the kid character Heather is written out of it, your Sherk 3 rewrite, and your Jason Whittaker x Vanessa Marbles oc x canon ship from Adventures in Odessey) and I was just curious on how you do it. And also, I've been meaning to ask you this question for a couple days now, but never got around to it until now. Plus, your recent post of why you personally ship oc x canon gave me the boost needed to ask you this question.

Not to mention I kinda struggle when I try to write my own OCs into canon and thought maybe I could potentially ask you for some advice on doing that. Maybe here in a response post to this question or in the DMs. If you're ok with that, that is. If you are, great. If not, then that's ok. I 100% understand and respect your decision regardless of what it is. Hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night and hope you enjoyed your weekend as well. :) ^^

P.S. Real quick about your "Trakeena's Revenge" rewrite: how does Trakeena herself play a role in the rewrite (like how different is it from canon or is it the same, but improved on)? Or does she not play a role in it at all, and the story itself is rewritten into an entirely different story focused on Alya and her story arc about her betrothal to Olympius (apologizes if she has another story (or other) arc(s) besides the betrothal and I didn't mention it)?

P.P.S. Keep doing what you love and don't listen to assholes out there who tell you otherwise!!!

Usually I just mix up canon and my personal headcanons; in some cases when the canon is REALLY bad I just throw away the problematic bits or address it in a better way

In the case of my Trakeena's Revenge I thought having one of the rangers' family be kidnapped is a better personal stake instead of having some stupid kid leech the plot. Plus it doesn't sound too OOC for Olympius to do such a thing.

Trakeena also has a bigger role than just being stuck inside a building half the movie.

Alya does have smaller arcs but for the most part the betrothal is the BIG One

For my Shrek 3 the movie was just terrible all around *toss the whole thing away!* so my goal was to give everyone a better arc.

giving Charming an outcast girl that's his total opposite for a love interest works better for his arc than shoving him with another bland Princess. Plus Gwynn deconstructs the NLOG trope in that she genuinely can't measure up to ideals of femininity and how those ideals were weaponized against ppl like her

And to give Artie a stronger personality he didn't really come off as a slacker to me just more of a shy kid with low self worth so having him lean more towards diplomacy and politics works for him. It sets him apart from Fiona who is more active and a physical fighter (plus the whole toxic masculinity vs. Positive Masculinity which Artie represents the latter)

And it wouldn't be right to deny him a friend, so Rhodanthe exists

My Jasonessa stuff is just Vanessa inserted into canon bc the show needed better written adult women lmao so it's not really that deep

My advice is to listen to constructive criticism, don't pay attention to the trolls, life is too short and the pandemic still ain't goin nowhere so write that self insert fic!

#gb asks

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In honor of her two year anniversary here is an updated bio for Vanessa!

Full Name: Vanessa June Marbles

Age: Late 20s

Birthday: March 31

Race/Ethnicity: African-American

Physical: Vanessa has brown skin, dark brown eyes and hair, and multiple acne scars on her face. She is a tall woman with a chubby, pear-shaped body type. She often wears her hair in buns, or loose.

Style: Vanessa's fashions is a mix of trendy and mystical. She typically wears a purple shirt with detached sleeves, blue skirt, white or black boots, and a red belt. Sometimes she wears pants or shorts depending on the season.

Family: Most of Vanessa's family resides in NC and SC. She has two living parents, 5 brothers and 1 sister. She also has a baby nephew.

Hobbies: Painting, journaling, doll collecting, reading, soccer, taking long walks

Likes: Her friends, arts and crafts, trying new things, the colors blue, lilac & pink; cartoons, mystery novels, fashion, taking her time

Dislikes: Bigots, Fred Faustus, bullies, butter pecan ice cream, arguing, rudeness, being rushed

Quirks: When in trouble, anxious or waiting around, she tends to pick at her nails. She also fiddles around in her hair. She also likes to talk to herself. When sitting or standing she tends to sway back in forth to keep herself active.

Relationships

Friends: Connie, Eugene, Whit, Katrina, Edwin, Jack

Oc friends: Nailah, Luna, Calypso, Nadia, Regina

Love Interest: Jason Whittaker

Enemies: Regis Blackgaard, Novacom, Fred Faustus, Phillip Glossmanm

Health: She is on the autism spectrum. She also struggles with binge eating.

Personality: Vanessa is a friendly quiet soul who does her best to get along with everyone she meets. She typically prefers being in the background, and has a softspoken demeanor. A major flaw she struggles with is her low sense of self worth that stemmed from a childhood of bullying. She has a tendency to lash out if she holds her anger back too long. She also had a somewhat cynical view of the world, fearing of being hurt again. Nowadays Vanessa adopted healthier means of expressing her emotion particularly through art. She also takes greater risks now that she rarely lets fears hold her back.

Vanessa has a creative side, experimenting with styles such as watercolor and digital art. She also grew to have a childlike sense of wonder as she drops her cynical mindset. Vanessa has a thirst for adventure and a strong sense of justice. Injustice or evildoers incense her. Vanessa isn't fond of sharing secrets, as she believes in giving people the space to be private and respect their wishes if they're not comfortable sharing intimate details.

Vanessa also hates bigotry and is quick to call it out in her own gentle way. She dislikes when ppl try to use Christianity (and religion as a whole) to justify their harmful behavior. She also doesn't like forcing her religion on others and believes giving people personal choice. On the other end she doesn't like when people insult religion + Christianity for no real reason. Vanessa believes in giving people second or even third chances, yet acknowledges some people don't want to change and needs to face consequences for their actions.

Pet Peeves: Vanessa doesn't like sudden loud noises as she finds it distracting. She also doesn't like it when people touch her hair without her permission. She doesn't like when people pressure her to make an immediate response if she doesn't understand all the details. She doesn't like people pitying her for being Autistic; she simply is so accept her!

Bio: Originally Vanessa was going to visit California for a doll collector's meet up when she was caught up in a bad storm. Seeking refuge in Odyssey she was a witness to a break in at Whit's End. Feeling bad, she offered to help Whit find out who the crooks were. They turned out to be one of Whit's old college rivals Fred J. Faustus and his goons. They managed to stop them from using the invention they had stolen and brought then to justice. Though she missed the meet up, Vanessa understood helping others was more important.

She quickly grew an attachment to the quaint small town and decided to move there. After settling down in a hotel she took a job working for the recently opened Blackgaard's Castle. Despite being rivals, Vanessa struck up a friendship with the employees of Whit's End. Especially Jason, whom she developed an attraction too. Though she initially shrugged it off as merely hormones, soon it became clear she really did like him like that. Gradually the friendship between the two grew romantic, which Regis attempted to use to his advantage. He threatened to have Jason and his coworkers harmed if Vanessa tried to expose his dirty dealings. Luckily Vanessa found a friend in Regis's daughter Regina; together the two exposed Blackgaard Castle. Later, Vanessa would participate in bringing down Blackgaard for good.

Vanessa now works at Whit's End during the weekday as an artist and curator. Taking care of the ancient artifacts and giving tours. She is also in a steady relationship with Jason. She did get involved in several major storylines such as Novacom and the Green Ring Conspiracy. She even had her own individual arcs, such as mending her troubled relationship with her family, and the return of Fred Faustus.

Trivia

- Vanessa replaces dylan and his sister as the "main" focus in the aio cartoon sorry but i don't like those dumb kids

- Vanessa does not have a set voice claim

- She likes astrology

- Her favorite music is Japanese city pop, R&B and ambient music

- Her favorite ice cream flavor is cookies and cream

- Her original home town is Charlotte NC

- She sometimes drops to a southern accent when feeling emotional or exaggerating

- Vanessa and Katrina are pickleball partners

- Character Inspo includes Miss Marples (her name basis), Megara from Hercules, Angela from Gargoyles, Miss Frizzle, Jessica from Santa Claus is Coming To Town, and Reese from Person of Interest.

- A major factor in Vanessa's creation was having an adult character in the show with an introverted personality; but also able to keep up with the men and participate in action storylines

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