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tloczek · 2 months
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hi, I'm writing a doctor who fanfic! and it is thoschei, obviously. so, maybe, check it out??
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Even the fact that this person appeared out of nowhere wasn't something special - it had happened before. Though they weren't in a wedding dress this time. And they weren't ginger (just purple? Their hair was purple that is. Their skin wasn't purple. Just a little bit green looking. But not as in alien green or “I'm about to throw up” green but as in “I hate sunlight” or "I am dead” way. If that makes sense. Anyway). The weird part was their reaction. They looked at the Master, eyes in surprised recognition, and instead of saying something along the lines of "Harold Saxon?!" they basically shouted "THE MASTER!?".
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a very self-indulgent au where the Doctor accidentally gains a new companion, who:
1. knows a little bit to much about his life;
2. is weirdly obsessed with death and other scary things;
3. is really keen on him and the Master getting together.
Chaos ensues.
characters: The Doctor, The Master, Original Non-Binary Character
relationships: Tenth Doctor x The Master (Simm), The Doctor & OC, The Master & OC
additional tags: Enemies to Lovers, Post-Episode: s04e17-e18 The End of Time, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crack and Angst, Goth OC, they/them pronouns for oc, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, POV Alternating
category: m/m
I'm very excited about this, as I was thinking about it for some time now! I'm looking for a beta reader - feel free to dm me!
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silcosentropy · 2 months
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Baby Twelve and their very puffy hair
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kuulyyra · 5 months
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I want to kiss Rolan so I'll make my Tav kiss Rolan I guess
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the-chimeras-claws · 1 month
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Watching X-Men '97 and am having the Feminine Urge to make Juniper a Mutant who vibes with the Avengers on account of not knowing they were a Mutant until way later instead of "was gonna be a Super Soldier but we fucked it up"
But also like. I don't know enough about Mutants or the X-Men or anything like that. Maybe I'll make it an AU or something.
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artausrayne · 9 months
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And the Saga continues~
Introducing part 3 of Past, Present, and Future: An Arcana Saga:
The Interlude
The three years that take place between the Masquerade ritual and the in-game route, told in very short stories between Asra, Aisling (The Apprentice), and Julian's POVs. Ft. Altheia Featherstone, LunaStarhawk's OC. 😊
It's much shorter than the other two parts, but if you haven't read those first I highly recommend because there will be a lot of references that will be missed!
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princesadaisy · 7 months
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i haven't used colored pencils in a few years, so i revisited them here with a couple of me'n my twin's ocs! their names are brianne (they/them) and nathaniel (he/him), respectively!
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fleetwoodmoth · 6 months
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Raising Flames
In Every Life I Will Find You
Touya Todoroki has burned himself up.
In the aftermath of a spectacular fire show, he limps away to die like an animal in the brush, but fate has another idea for him.
The Todoroki family rule over the kingdom of Endo, and the prince has been missing for years, now he lay dying only for a witch drawn by fated love to find him and change the trajectory of his life.
AO3 Version
Warnings: Blood Magic Self-Harm, Gore, Body Horror.
Hey, first time back writing in.... like a year now and of course it's for my perfect princess Dabi. Some notes, the self-harm in this and future chapters will be due to Blood Magic, think blood mages from DA.
This is a fantasy au, loosely based on the art from the pop polls and anime ending. Loosely based on canon events (ie Touya becoming Dabi, his first "death" and his second "death") NOT Enji friendly. Enjoy :)
It's one thing to dream of someone calling out your name, always too far away to find, it's another to hear it when you wake from your warm bed and hear it again.
As soon as Moth is cognizant enough to realize the call isn't just in their dreams, they feel a sharp panicky pain in their chest, poking at the back of their ribs.
Go. Go now. It instructed.
Find him before it's too late.
Moth stumbles out of bed and into their thick cloak and woolen shawl, before grabbing the lanter by the door and lighting it.
The night was cold, the full moon bright enough the lantern was almost unneeded. Almost. The pull in Moth's chest is pointing them in a direction and they run like their life depends on it. They're not running from something, they're running towards it.
Moth's lungs burn, branches reach and scratch at their round cheeks, tug at the messy white locks, but they don't slow down, not until that pull gets so strong it's hard to figure out where it's taking them.
There, on the forest floor was a figure, covered from head to toe in soot and ash, black in the silver moonlight that peered down at them through the canopy.
It felt like time had slowed, and for one agonizing second Moth thought the pull was to a corpse. But then there was a shakey, jagged inhale, and a wheezing exhale.
They were alive.
Moth doesn't hesitate, their feet moving before they can even think. They are at this figure's side in a flash, falling to their knees and searching out a pulse. This close Moth can see more details past the black soot. The hair is short and white beneath the ashes like their own, and the skin, *oh the skin*.
Moth knows they have little time, maybe no time but that eerie voice once again screams at them. Hurry.
They place their fingers to his throat and close their eyes, calm their breath and count. A faint flutter of a heartbeat barely jumps beneath his skin.
"Are you with me?" Moth's voice is strained but determined.
They expect nothing, so when he moves, when he lets out a wheezing breath of words, Moth jumps.
"Who... who are you?"
"I'm Moth, what's your name?"
Good. He was breathing and talking. Moth removes their cloak and places it over his tattered form, the remainder of his clothes burned into his skin. Moth wraps him and rolls him over. It's a grim sight, one Moth has never seen before. Some of the skin was black with burns, large swaths of it missing, exposing the raw flesh beneath, oozing blood, and even the soft tissue was eaten away by the flames on his face. Moth was surprised he could even speak.
But that's not what churns their stomach. It's the fact that even his *eyes* are gone.
"T--" his breath catches, the sound painful, and Moth jumps. He was succumbing to shock.
Moth had never seen any damage of this magnitude before. It required healing immediately.
Moth reached for the necklace tucked into their nightgown which was now stained in blood. A small knife sheathed in leather hung from the cord. With little ceremony Moth cut the flesh of their upper forearm, and allowed the blood to collect in their palm. With a silent chant they placed the palm against the man's skin. They could feel the burns, feel in a strange numb way, where the damage was, and it was everywhere.
Moth could only hear their own heartbeat loud in their ears, and they counted each one as another second lost, another second to losing him. So they worked faster, another slice, another payment made. And it worked, they could feel it working, blood beginning to flow, veins healing, organs stitching themselves back together.
Moth listens, holding their own breath, to hear the rise and fall of his breathing.
"Tou-a," again Moth jumps, the word is a hiss rather than a word.
Moth shifts focus to his face, closing their eyes and letting the healing take its course. They could hear the strangled moans of pain, they knew this was the hardest part. The split skin of his lips begins to seal, his eyelids begin to grow back over fresh eyes, the flesh mending and layers of fat and tissue and veins begin to rebuild.
Finally, the open wounds are sealed, his tongue no longer charred.
"Tou-ya," it takes him two breaths to finish the single word.
"Touya?" Moth asks softly, trying to keep the strain from their voice.
"Where?" Is all he manages but Moth understands.
"In the forest outside of Endo," Moth says calmly, deciding he is stable enough for them to move him, "we're going to my cottage so you can get proper care, okay?"
Hoisting him up he groans, as Moth draped his arm across their shoulders and half carried half guided him through the trees, he moves his legs enough to shuffle on.
"It's too cold out here, the nights have been growing longer, haven't you noticed?" Moth asks and again he groans in reply, it didn't matter much, as long as he kept responding.
The walk was double as hard as before, not only was Moth ill prepared to lug a whole human man through the underbrush, but they no longer had a free hand for the lantern.
Finally though, as their legs shook from exertion and breath came harsh and heavy, the small, squat cottage came into view. It was a haven among the trees, thatched roofing over sturdy walls of woven logs. A large white dog comes trotting out as soon as the two of them come into view. She sniffs at Moth then the stranger, before nosing at his hand.
"Ursa," Moth hisses, shooing her off, making way for the two of them to stumble through the front door.
Moth lowers him to the bed, cradling his head like a child's before moving with purposeful strides across the small space.
A hearth, a small preparation area for food, a workbench for craft, a washing tub and the nook for the bed and wardrobe. It was small but held everything Moth needed.
"That was my dog," Moth says as they finally return to the bedside, "her name is Ursa, you'll get to meet her when you're properly healed."
They want to keep him focusing on something, anything, just to keep him fighting.
"Why were you in the woods, Touya?" Moth asks, saying his name to get his attention.
It seems to work, his freshly healed, swollen eyelids slide open and Moth feels their heart clench.
"Why can't I see anything?" He asks, clearly trying to keep his tone harsh to try and drown out the waver in it.
"I haven't finished healing them, you'll get your eyesight back soon, I promise," Moth insists as they begin to work at cleaning and tending his wounds.
If they could they would pour more blood into repairing his skin, but their resource was *limited*. Blood for blood, that was the magical theory. Traditional healing would need to be used in the interim.
"What do you want?" He speaks from behind clenched teeth, white eyes staring blankly at nothing.
"I want to help you," Moth says, focusing on cleansing and treating the burned flesh with the highly potent poultices they had in hand. Not nearly enough for a whole body, but they could make more.
"How much?"
Moth stops, looking down at him. He was clinging to life and yet still was on his guard.
"You staying alive," They finally reply, before continuing their work.
Peeling the fabric free of his skin is the hardest part, the skin, or lack thereof, beneath it clings to the fabric and is imprinted with the weave of what was formerly white robes. Moth feels their throat clench at the sounds of his pained groans, ones he seems to try to repress by how strained they become.
"One more healing session," Moth says, more to themselves than to him.
Reopening the earlier wounds is not hard, and soon the blood is flowing again, following the map of the previous letting down their arm and into their palm. Moth knew they were pushing it, could feel the low hum of pain starting to leak into their temples. But slowly, they feel him begin to breathe easier, some of his muscles relaxing as the tissue was repaired. And then there were the eyes.
Moth watched as his lids fluttered and he hissed, pinching his eyes closed, before slowly his expression relaxed. He blinked a few times, before looking at Moth through thick white lashes.
"Mom?" He rasps, his voice small.
"Touya?" Moth says quietly, reaching out to rest a hand on his forehead, to try and help him come fully to the surface, but instead he blinks again, his eyelids drooping before finally they close.
Panicked, Moth uses the connection to feel for pain or damage, but they can feel his heart pumping strong, his lungs drawing clean breath, his stomach no longer leaking acid into his body. He was sleeping. Or maybe unconscious was a better term.
Either way, Moth was able to pull back and bandage themself, before continuing to treat his wounds.
Once he was well bandaged, Moth moved on to monitoring him. He would need twenty-four hour care, but Moth had the means, and he was in dire need. So they sat vigilantly, or rather, layed by the bedside on the floor, propped up on pillows. He needed his rest, and they were going to be there when he woke up.
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notaninman · 5 months
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doodle dump day?
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pls dont crop weird again
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gh0stly-siren · 1 year
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Some art I did of my celeste baby and her main cast supporters in her story.
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cozylittleartblog · 8 months
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what if there was a plague doctor that was so so so cute (and was also secretly a bird themself)
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wenamedthedogkylo · 10 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Characters, Original Non-Binary Character, Original Alien Character(s) Additional Tags: Science Fiction, Drabble, One Shot, idk this is just something I wrote years ago with a recurring oc, and I thought maybe someday I'd write more stuff with them Summary:
By the 26th century, the Gaian Unified Oligarchy—the official name for what used to be Earth—has made steady work of exploring the furthest reaches of the Milky Way. Teams of GUO-trained and sponsored scientists, anthropologists, linguists, and all-around explorers traverse the stars looking for new cultures to meet, new lifeforms to study, and new resources to exploit.
On an uninhabited planet, one such team searches for an artifact deemed important by GUO scholars. This planet, however, might have other ideas.
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This drabble is based on an original monologue written for a college play writing class in 2014, and was itself originally published on tumblr in 2016 to my writing sideblog. I always kinda wanted to write more stories about Zale and their adventures, so maybe putting this up somewhere more official will inspire me to do just that lol.
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potato-lord-but-not · 11 months
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More pride stickers!! go crazy agh !!!
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silcosentropy · 2 months
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Pretty them, the Shimmer addict spy master
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kuulyyra · 4 months
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Drawing my Tav called Azar (they/them) because class is boring and they are so cute
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the-chimeras-claws · 5 months
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Juniper's Profile
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Base credit: ROYALSWIRLS on DA
Name: Juniper Keen
Pronouns: They/Them
Age: 15 at beginning of story, currently late 20s-early 30s
Gender/Sexuality: Nonbinary Biromantic Sex Neutral Asexual
Codename: The Chimera
Powers:
Shapeshifting,
ability to shift injured body parts into healed ones (called phase shifting)
Species: Human (Enhanced)
Weaknesses:
Silver,
can only phase shift once per body part,
phase shifted body parts have to heal at a normal rate,
no healing factor
Allies:
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson (Best Friend)
Steve Rogers (formerly)
Yelena Belova
SABER
The New Avengers
The Avengers (Formerly)
Nicknames:
Junebug (by Bucky, and later Kobik)
June (by Bucky)
The Stray (by Sam and Steve)
Nipper (by Sam)
Doll (by Bucky)
Affiliations:
HYDRA (formerly, unwilling/imprisoned)
Avengers
Team Cap
Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes
Thunderbolts (Formerly)
Federal Bureau of Investigation (formerly, unwilling)
The New Avengers
Family:
Sarah Keen (mother),
Aaron Keen (father),
Lia Keen (sister),
Bucky Barnes (Romantic partner),
Kobik Barnes (Adoptive daughter),
RJ Boyle (Adoptive son),
Fenrir (pet Wolfdog),
Vili (pet Wolfdog),
Alpine (pet cat)
Juniper is the child of two scientists who were laid off in 2008, and ended up getting picked up by "SHIELD" but it was pre TWS so it's really HYDRA with a SHIELD coat of paint but by the time they realize something is wrong they're threatened by the CSO that if they leave he'll kill their kids. Juniper ends up getting injected with a version of the Super Soldier Serum that their family created because the same dude told them if they were so confident their Serum would work they would have to try it on one of their kids, so Juniper volunteered. At first they thought it was a failure so Juniper was gonna be killed, but they got nervous and shifted on accident. They end up turning them into The Chimera, partner to the Winter Soldier. They're essentially Bucky's sidekick for 6 years, and during that time they do their best to keep each other safe and form... Some sort of bond? I'd say friends but also Bucky isn't y'know conscious so I dunno. Anyways, they escape during CATWS, specifically during the scene when Bucky gets tortured. They don't want to leave their friend behind, but they only have one chance so they take it. They end up meeting with Steve and co. And participate in the final fight on the side of SHIELD. Sam takes them in after the fight and he gets them to open up and the two actually become really close, Juniper thinking of him as a Big Brother. They reunite with Bucky during Civil war, fight on the side of Team Cap, stay in Wakanda with Bucky and end up getting into a relationship during that time. Then Infinity War and Endgame happen and after a trial that ends with Bucky's pardon the two settle in Brooklyn alongside Juniper's pet Wolfdog Fenrir who Ill make a profile for later because he's a lot. I'm gonna cut it off there for now because I could literally go on for days, but that's Juniper in a Nutshell!!
Backstory: so the full backstory is written out here, however it is. 13 pages long. You're more than welcome to read it if you want to, but I'll give the sparknotes version here:
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voided-peach · 2 months
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It was supposed to be a 'meet the artist' post but ended up being my own personal interpretation of how I feel non binary
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