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Forgotten sorrows
Chapter 6
Fae!Soap X Female Reader
Witch X Rún X Price
Price warns Soap to stay away from you for his own good and you enjoy a day out with your best friend. Seeing her in pretty dresses might have cause your brain to short circuit with very dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. It doesn't help when Price decides to butt in on you flirting with her.
Warnings: MDNI, smut (Rún thinking about Witch and Price, no Soap this time sorry i got carried away but I'll include it in the future chapters maybe...that depends on if this ship lasts) kissing, oral sex, fingering, light bondage, Top/Bottom, dark themes, mention of trauma, light angst, cursing, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.
I'm so sorry I've been gone so long again you might as well just expect chapters at a monthly pace lol. I fought myself so much writing this chapter because i was in such an angsty mood but i had promised to be sweeter and that what i wanted to deliver. I was literally doing a 'Ricky when I catch you Ricky' with my own brain lol. I know I said I'd include Rún thirsting after Soap with some smut and you all voted on it but i just don't think Rún likes him enough to willing let herself think about him like that yet. Especially since she thinks he's fucking her sister. I'm not comfortable with writing cheating. Even though he's so hot. It's got to wait until he confirms he never done anything romantic with Daisy. Your getting smut with Witch X Rún X Price though hope you enjoy that. Hopefully in the next chapter I'll include some real light smut and more fluff. Feel free to send me ideas or questions about the story if you don't understand anything. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc in my writing, send them some love. This story wouldn't exist without them. Thanks again to @ghouljams hyping me up to post this chapter. Your the best!!! Also shout-out to 🦖 anon on ghouls blog who's Ocs I mentioned in this chapter.
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Soap laid on Gaz's bed trying to get air back into his lungs. After being fucked into the mattress, on request of course. His wrists were raw from the bounds he was just in, the pain helped distract him from his racing thoughts. Gaz comes into the bedroom freshly washed and glistening with water droplets, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Soap turned to admire his figure as he opened his closet to get dressed for a night out. He drank in the sight of Gaz's toned body and wet skin. Getting up he presses himself into Gaz and starts kissing up his defined back towards his neck while pulling him back towards himself. His skin smelled nice and he felt his cock harden with his familiar scent and warmth.
"Enough you mad dog! I've been fucking you for the better part of today. I need to go hunt. Don't you dare leave hickeys on me", Gaz said, pushing Soap back with his hand as he grabbed his clothes. Soap whined and tried clinging onto him like a lost puppy.
"But ah need yer support right noo mate, dinnae be sae heartless", he wrapped his thick arms around his torso preventing Gaz from moving. Getting fed up with Soap's clinginess Gaz snapped his fingers causing the ropes on the headboard to spring alive and restrain Soap back to the bed. His wrists and arms were bound as the ropes coiled around him. He tried escaping but to no avail. In the time he was struggling Gaz managed to dress and style his hair quickly. Soap continued to throw a hissy fit as Gaz put his socks on.
"I'll restrain your legs too if you don't stop", Gaz directed a pointed look at the exposed man laying on his bed. He was covered in bites and rope marks given to him again on his own request.
"What am ah supposed tae dae while ye're gone", he grunts aspirated, flexing his bound arms still trying to escape.
"Come with me and find someone else to fuck if you're so pent up, I've done the best I can. Almost blew my back out for you with how rough you wanted it today", Gaz gets up looking for his shoes when he hears a knock on his door. Both men exchange glances before Gaz snaps his fingers releasing Soap.
"Get cleaned up and dressed I'll go check what Price wants", Gaz walks out the room not waiting for Soap to answer.
Gaz walks down the hall to open the door for Price. He could recognise the smell of his cigars anywhere. It was unusual for him to visit at night though. More often than not business was done in the early hours unless it was a premeditated attack. The door swings open and Price stands outside with his hands full with takeaway food. The smell of his recent cigar was clinging to him like pollen does to bees. Gaz steps to the side to allow him in, breathing in the residue of the smoke as he walked by. It was comforting in an odd way.
Price came in going towards the living to set the bags of food down. While Gaz trailed behind him waiting for Price to begin talking.
"I need you to do some digging on someone from the winter court", he turned to face Gaz. "It doesn't need to be done tonight but I'd like the information by the end of the week", Price writes down who he's talking about and what kind of information he's looking for before telling Gaz to enjoy the food he brought and to have a quiet night with Soap since he's gonna need some company after what he's going to tell him.
When Soap was showered and dressed he met with Price in Gaz's living room. Gaz was lounging on the sofa enjoying his Chinese with 'Come Dine With Me' on the Tv.
"Ah thought we were going out?", Soap gave him a questioning look.
Gaz shrugged and said he changed his mind and focused back on the Tv. Price was sitting beside him waiting for Soap. He eyed the bags of takeaway wondering why there was so much food for 3 people. Soap took a seat and grabbed a container from the open bag and began eating, waiting for an explanation for Price's late visit. Maybe they could invite Ghost over for a boy's night. A change of pace would be nice from his insistent drinking. Soap noticed Price wasn't eating either. So he assumed he wasn't going to be staying long.
"I just dropped by to tell you to leave Rún alone, do whatever you want with Daisy but Rún is off limits", after finishing his sentence Price stood up to leave with the other bag of food.
"Wait? What? Why!?", Soap put down his food and hurried after Price. Gaz just glanced at them and continued watching his show, too tired to get involved. Maybe if he hadn't fucked Soap so hard he'd have some energy to help but he didn't. Probably needed a hot water bottle for his back.
"I don't understand why you're so upset, there's a whole city for you to hunt from. Just leave the girl alone, she's been through enough already and my Witch will more than likely end you if you try anything with her. So I'm warning you in advance, find someone else", Price left no room for negotiation and apparated his smoke swirling where he once stood.
Soap sunk down into the armchair as Gaz continued to eat. He held his head between his hands as he tried to understand what just happened.
"You're that whipped huh? This the same girl you met at the Renaissance festival? Or the other one you couldn't take your eyes off?", Gaz lets out a chuckle. "No wonder you came to me, it's ok mate there's plenty of fish in the sea. You'll find a decent meal soon."
Soaps first instinct was to protest what Gaz had just said. That you weren't just a meal to him but stopped himself by pressing his lips together. That's all you should be though, a source of sustenance nothing more. He wanted to delude himself into believing the only reason he wanted to expose and get rid of Daisy was to get to you. To make you trust him, to let him inside your mind. He didn't want to admit that his heart stirred when he thought of you rather than his stomach. Or that you had a little corner all to yourself, where you fluttered around carelessly. Tugging at his heartstrings from time to time.
He wanted to devour you, to slowly wear down your walls. To be allowed inside your turbulent mind, he wanted to sink his teeth into the tender parts of yourself you kept hidden. He wanted to cut you open and take you somewhere far away where he could consume you slowly and in peace. Away from prying eyes. Where he could painstakingly inspect every crevice of your mind and soul. While he basked in the taste of your sweet flesh and blood. He'd stitch you back together piece by piece once he was satisfied. Finally satiating his heart on how and why you had wormed your way into his mind. Or what magic did you cast over him to make him constantly think of you.
This is what his true nature was, a predator. Well that's what he's been telling himself. Not the silly lovesick puppy he thought you were trying to make him become with your gentle smile and mischievous eyes. Yeah, this was your fault he thought. You shouldn't have been born so sweet and kind. What other choice does he have but to steal you away from everyone else. Especially those who didn't know how to truly appreciate the value of your blood. He can still feel the weight of your little drawing in his void. You were too good for him to destroy and deplete without discretion. He'd be no different than Daisy who was using you without actually acknowledging the gem she had in her grasp. It would be like chugging down expensive Scotch. No he was going to truly savour you, down to your bones. But that was all it was, this was just about his own hunger. He didn't care for you….. no truly he didn't but for some reason those words wouldn't leave his mouth.
You weren't his typical prey, you weren't easy to hook. You didn't fall for pretty words or shallow complements. You didn't look at him like other people did. You weren't affected by his looks or his magic. On top of that you wanted nothing to do with him. Or was that just what you wanted him to think? He had caught your heated gaze on multiple occasions. Perhaps you felt too guilty acknowledging your own feelings, especially taboo ones like these. You probably wouldn't forgive yourself if you confessed to your sister's man. Not that he considered himself her man, he hadn't even kissed her. There was no need too, when all she wanted was to gain connections and contacts from him. But you found him attractive at the very least. He could work with that.
The fact you didn't have the sight was unusual. He didn't get to take a closer look into your bewitching eyes since you liked avoiding his gaze. But he was grateful for the fact you couldn't see his true form. His only redeeming quality in your eyes as of now. If he lost that he wouldn't know where to start in winning you over. He so desperately wanted to hook you. To bind you you him in a way you couldn't escape easily. He knew he was in for a challenge. You seem like the evasive kind, the kind the could slip through fingers like dry sand. This was no short of trying to capture the wind. It's what make it all the more fun. The chase, the uncertainty, the sweet taste of blood when you finally get caught in his trap.
He didn't want to disobey Price but you weren't someone he was willing to let go so easily. Good thing Price hadn't used a tether to stop him, it was just a warning. He could deal with the witch, he has before. Though that perfume she wore last time they met was atrocious. He just needed to avoid seeing her again, at least she didn't know him by name. What's the worst that can happen? He doubted Price would let his witch kill him. He knew his own value in Price's heart, he could definitely use it to his advantage when pleading his case after he was done with you. He'll be good to you in your short lived life. He'll promise you that.
He just sighed and went back to eating. He'll come up with a plan sooner or later but in the meantime he needed to utilise Daisy. That was the only bridge he could use to get closer to you. You were too smart for his typical tactics, but he'll find a way around that. Maybe he'd have to go old school. But being near you would be enough for now.
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Witch had your damaged necklace in her hand. She had brought it back with her after checking on your condition before leaving you to rest. It brought back good memories of your healing. It was a shame it was burnt now. She took off the knot pendant from the burnt bark and put it in a bowl and went to go find a silver chain to go with the pendant instead, after finding it she placed it in the bowl as well. She began her cleansing ritual and started preparing a protection spell to cast on the necklace as it soaked in Acacia flower water. She plucked some asters from her dried bouquet to grind into a powder as well as rosemary, rue and angelica as she chants the spell. She covers the bowl to let it soak.
She stood there for a second just getting her thoughts into place after finishing the spell. You were sleeping peacefully in your room when she went to check on you. While taking a look at your burns again she saw you had tried clawing at your chest. There were red blood marks on your sternum.
She wonders if you crave having tethers like other fae do. Did you yearn for the bond that they created? But you seldom ask for anything. Even for your gifts or favours. Not with her, not with anyone you help. It's been like that since the first day she met you. You'd have a gift ready to give in exchange for any help you would ask from her until she had to stop you. You already knew not to say thank you, and you had previous knowledge of fae until your memory seal was put in place. After that everything was taught to you again by her grandmother and her, not that you would believe in it but you listened regardless and followed what you were told. She supposes that you became a lot like her in that regard. You were very careful not to get tethered. Or if you did ever need help you'd have a repayment ready before a tether took hold. You were hyper independent to a fault, you'd only come to her when things were out of your control, not before. She knew the reason why as well, though she wished you had more trust in your friendship with her to know she'd never see you as a burden.
She took a step back from her workstation to go stoke the fire that was dwindling. Getting comfortable on the armchair, she let the flames lick at her feet. She mulled over her thoughts on how to help you or just reassure you that things will be okay. Tampering with your memories again wasn't going to do you any favours. What if ten years down the line the seal breaks again, who knows what state your mind would be in then. Maybe this was a good time to heal from past trauma rather than try to forget everything. This could open your eyes to how your sister has been treating you all these years.
She knew of the promise you made to your sister, that you'd look after her in the name of family but this was just exploitation at this point. Well it always was on Daisy's end. She doesn't think Daisy ever considered you as family but you did and you continue to delude yourself into thinking this is what family was.
Her eyes landed on a box sitting high on her shelves, strongly warded and locked. It was made of eucalyptus wood from Egypt. Given to her on her trip to Faiyum by a coven who she assumed was from the region. The box had their symbol on it but she wasn't able to find substantial information on the coven even using her connections. A nepenthe draught they had called it but she couldn't verify it herself. The liquid was too small to run tests on or to analyse without wasting it. Nepenthe, a fictional elixir many had debunked as opium or weed as a way to forget worries. No witch she knew actually knew how to make the potion. The coven didn't really specify how the drug worked or what it did exactly. There were potions similar to that of nepenthe, potions that altered memories or made you forget entirely but they said that nepenthe was a gift of new life entirely. To leave one's past behind to begin anew. It was for the mortals or fae who had lived too long, had seen too much. Unlike other potions and draughts the effects of nepenthe were rumoured to be irreversible. Once drunk there was no going back to your previous life. But all that was speculation. She had never seen anyone use or procure a nepenthe draught. She didn't even realise it was an actual thing until they had given it to her with cryptic words as they left without asking for anything in return not even a tether took hold. She wasn't able to track or trace the origins of the box or the coven. It was as if they never existed.
"When winds clash from all four seasons, chaos will ensue. The choice will lay in your hands, on who you choose to subdue", she repeated their words to herself.
She didn't really know what to do with the draught, so she kept it safe in her home after her return from Faiyum. Which was hurried by your hospitalisation. She had contemplated on what the words meant since then, with zero luck. She only had ties to Summer nor did she engage with Fae from the high courts except for Price but that didn't count since he didn't involve her in his work. But there was no point thinking about it now she needed to figure out a way to help you.
She felt a wave of magic course through her wards before she felt his presence reappear. He was in the kitchen putting down food as she walked in.
"Should we wake her?", he asked.
"No, let her rest, she hasn't slept properly for the last few days."
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The air was a little stuffy with notes of musk and wood floating through it. You picked up on the scent quickly when you had entered the quaint little shop at the end of the alley with Witch. The shop also smelled of wax and incense and the walls were lined with jars and jars of odd things. Some had claws, others had hair. You wondered where the shopkeeper got his supplies from. Witch was conversing while you walked around the quiet store. There was no one here beside the three of you.
Witch had thought it would do you some good to get out, especially after yesterday's incident. So here you were, helping her gather and stock up on her supplies. It wasn't much different from you going to your favourite art store in the city. It's been a while since you've seen ‘the old hen’, the owner of the store. A sweet old lady who had given you your first job at 16. You worked for her up until you graduated from college. She was very kind to you, to this day you buy your supplies from there unless it's a niche item you're looking for. You remember getting your first paycheck and buying the more expensive art supplies you could only dream of having before. You even got a staff discount. You had also made a friend called Mimi a couple years ago when you were working but she didn't stay long though and you haven't seen her since. She might return though she said she would. She had taught you a lot about painting more so than your actual art teacher. You catch yourself smiling at the memory. Even with all your horrible memories that had resurfaced. Remembering the nicer ones just felt warmer and sweeter than before. Much like an oasis in the desert.
You browse the store as Witch continues discussing the more rare items she was looking for. Your eyes land on a murky jar with eyeballs in it. Were those human eyeballs? They seemed like it. You were hoping it was just a prank, a gag joke to make customers laugh. Why would the shopkeeper have human eyeballs? You take a closer look trying to decipher if they were real or fake. An eye twitches and turns to face you. You clamp your hand over your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping. Once that eye had turned in your direction the rest of them did too. It's an odd staring contest you're having with roughly 20 eyeballs. To say you were unnerved is an understatement. But this was your life now you couldn't just ignore the existence of fae and magic like you did before. Slowly stepping back from their direction, you make your way towards your best friend. She's finalising her order as you approach her. You rest your chin on her shoulder as you watch the shopkeeper weigh and pack her order into brown paper bags tied with red strings. It was strangely captivating watching him do the task. She cups your face gently with her hand as you both watch the shopkeeper's packing skills. Her head turns slightly to place a kiss on your cheek as you continue watching.
"Bored?", she inquires. You just shake your and make a humming sound. Her warmth seeps into your skin as she continues to caress your face with her delicate fingers. Once everything was packed you two moved onto the next store she needed to visit arms linked. The day went by like this, with you two running errands and enjoying each other's company. Around mid afternoon you two finished your late lunch in a cute cafe and decided to walk home.
The September air had developed a sharp edge to it as the sun was lowering in the sky. The warmth once acuminated, now fading by the second. Your only source of heat was Witch's hand holding yours as you two admired old cobblestone buildings on your way back making idle chatter. You really should have dressed more warmly, but heavy clothing always felt restrictive to you. You preferred lightweight, airy, breathable fabrics to shroud your figure. You enjoyed the way the wind would play with your dresses and skirts during all the seasons. Air coursing through the fabric as if it was trying to give you flight, trying to whisk you away from all your troubles. But in all honesty you needed to take your sweaters and jumpers out of your storage, hopefully no moths had gotten in this time.
You're passing an alley when an old shop lantern catches your eye. You stop to peer into the dark space to see what kind of shop it is. Witch halting when you do.
"See something you like?", she squeezes your hand as you walk closer to the old shop. It looks run down at first glance, almost dingy in a sense. But you look closely at the display of a gold embroidered silk gown. If you looked long enough you'd catch flashes of light emanating from the finely done embroidery, before getting a headache and squeezing your eyes tightly. Your eyes wander to the hanging sign post 'Golden Threads' written in peeling paint.
"Want to go in?", she said, giving you a second to collect yourself from your disoriented thoughts.
"Yeah…. If that's ok… we can go home if you're too tired", you fumble with your words a little bit as you talk to her.
"Nonsense! Who doesn't want to look at pretty dresses. It'll be fun. We can play dress up like we used to as kids," She giggled as she led you through the small entrance. "You might find a dress for your upcoming exhibit at the museum".
The sheer expanse of the shop shocked you as you walked further in. It was better lit on the inside than it looked from the outside. Sun lanterns decorated the high ceilings raining down beams of subtle sunlight. You felt heat re-enter your body slowly warming your skin. The walls had racks and racks of very expensive looking dresses, skirts, suits you name it and a whole section of the shop to display jewellery and accessories to go with any items in the store. Witch was greeted by a very pretty sales assistant, but when her eyes landed on you her face fell for a second before she recovered. Witch couldn't help but eye her for an explanation.
"Oh forgive me, I thought you were a moth for a second. We don't allow moths inside, you see. Bad for business if they eat all our stock", she laughs awkwardly.
You simply smile and nod acknowledging her apology even though Witch was reluctant to let it go. She leads you both to the sitting area near the ornate mirrors and large changing rooms. And begins asking questions to best help you find what we were looking for. Once that was done she led you both to a rack with very elaborate looking dresses specifically made for big events.
"Don't worry about sizing, everything here can be altered by the owner who sews and designs these dresses. If nothing catches your eyes you can always book a consultation to design a custom piece. Give a shout if you need any further help I'll be right back with some tea and coffee, she gives you both a final smile before going back to the backroom to get your beverages.
You both begin browsing through the rack, showing each other dresses you think are nice. By the time your coffee and her tea arrived, she had decided on a dress to try on. You waited for her to change as you enjoyed your coffee.
When she emerged from the changing room in that champagne silk gown you almost choked on your coffee. You had to calm your coughing enough to get a good look at her cinched in waist and her ample breasts spilling out from the cowl neckline. To say you were speechless was an understatement, you were gobsmacked. You may have stared at her breasts for far too long that she clicked her fingers in front of your eyes to get your attention back to her face. Heat flooded to your cheeks when she gave you a knowing look.
"You'll catch flies if you don't close your mouth Rún", she smirks at you while walking closer to the mirror to get a better look at herself. The dress was structured and fitted her body well. The colour also suited her complexion making her look more radiant than ever. With her back turned to you got a great view of the very low backless dress. You really shouldn't be looking at her with such lustful eyes. But she looked good in anything in your opinion. She could be wearing a nightgown right now and you know she'd look beautiful. The image of her wearing a nightgown popped into your head and you felt your heart rate pick up.
"You can hardly blame me, it's your fault for looking so good", you flirt back trying to quell the hammering of your heart. You hoped she couldn't hear it. She smiled a full tooth smile at your compliment as she fixed the dress to sit better around her breasts. To distract yourself you get up again to look for a dress to try on. The sales assistant goes to help Witch look at accessories that would elevate the dress if she chooses to purchase it.
A dress that looked to be have dyed in a blood caught your eye, the deep square neckline makes you think it would look divine on Witch (picture). You pinch yourself trying to get your mind to stop popping up images of her breasts. You felt like a pervert or worse a hedon. The velvet fabric glides through your hands as you contemplate if you should show her the dress. Would she think of you as a pervert? No…. Probably not… It would be a crime if she didn't try on the dress, you try to counter your own thoughts. You go back and forth with your own mind for a bit trying to come up with valid reasons for her to try on the dress that didn't frame you as a pervert. But you didn't need to because the sales assistant had come over to you eyeing the dress and looking back at Witch countless times to take the hint in what you were thinking. She smiles and takes the dress off the rack to bring it to Witch as she was looking at necklaces that matched the current dress she was wearing.
“I think this dress would suit your body so well, why not give a try?”, she smiles as she places the dress on the hook in the changing room after showing Witch.
“Oh that dress is beautiful, have you found anything Rún? I feel like I'm the only one trying things on”
“I'll find something soon…. you go try on that dress, I think it'll suit you very well.”, you didn't stutter, you felt proud that you didn't stutter. But your heart rate still hadn't gone down. You hoped seeing her in that red dress wouldn't cause anymore heart palpitations.
By the time she came out you had chosen two dresses to try on. But you could care less about the dresses when your eyes landed on her. Your breath got caught in your throat, almost choking you. A sculpture of pure beauty and elegance she was. The dress accentuated her curves just the right amount without making it vulgar. The neckline was deep and showed the rounds of her bosoms. Her skin glowed from the contrast of the deep red colour. The sleeves had slits running up it. And were connected from the back in a sort of cape that could also be used as a hood if she wanted. It was of the dress was made to be worn by her and her alone.
You knew she didn't particularly like going to big events where eyes would be on her but she had promised to attend your exhibition and go to the afterparty. You hadn't asked her as of yet to be your plus one, finding out about Price made you think it'll be better just to give her two tickets to attend the event with Price and you'll take your sister as your partner. You didn't want to overstep your position as her friend. But that didn't mean you couldn't jokingly flirt with her.
“Wow…..just…..wow”, you drank in her body as if it were the fountain of youth. Your eyes just roamed and appreciated her body and elegance as the velvet hugged her figure. You hear her giggling at your words or lack thereof.
“Staaawp….you going to make me blush”, she says, raising her hands to her face to hide for a second before looking at herself in the mirror. “You really think it suits me?”
You nod your head adamantly leaving no room for doubt that you found her and the dress stunning.
“You wear that out and you'll see men, women and anyone in between falling to their knees for you”, you see her scoff in disbelief before you continue. “Heavens you'd have me on my knees from a simple look in my direction”. She was about to counter what you just said but before she could you both heard a deep chuckle come from the entrance.
“Ya think you'll be able to satisfy my Witch?”, Price saunters in like he owns the place. His hulking body stopping directly where Witch and you stood.
On instinct you find yourself shielding yourself behind Witch as you look over her shoulder at Price. Witch seems just as shocked as you to see Price so neither of you were expecting to see him. You don't know what caused you to say your next words but you were feeling slightly vexed by yesterday's incident and now his current appearance. The words left your mouth before you could stop them.
“I'd do a better job than you”, you say bitterly and mostly to yourself. But by his amused facial expression you knew he heard you. He steps closer causing you to hold onto Witch out of reflex. Placing your hands on her shoulders.
“I'd love to see you try, and when you fail. I'll show you how to do it properly”, he shamelessly counters while giving Witch his signature smile. He didn't seem at all threatened by your comment. Probably knowing you were all bark no bite. Witch smacks his arm when he comes closer.
“Stop teasing her, you still have to apologise for yesterday”, she gives him a pointed look choosing to ignore the words that were exchanged between you and Price probably thinking it was a joke. Price takes a closer look at your face to find your burns healed. Witch's salves must have been extremely potent. It's just another testament to her skills. You shrink back against his stare when you see him coming closer.
“Your right luv, I should have addressed that first”, he places a gentle kiss on her cheek before turning to you. “I'd like to apologise for my unrefined behaviour with you yesterday, my words caused you harm and for that I'm truly sorry”, he bows his head slightly and offers his hand. “I'd like it if we didn't carry any animosity towards each other.”
You didn't know what to do, should you take his hand and accept the peace offering? Or should you keep your distance and not speak to him again? His kiss had you feeling a slight sling in your heart but you pushed that aside. You knew he was a better match for her than you. No matter how much you wanted her for yourself you knew better than to be selfish. She deserved better than what you could offer her. Being her friend was enough for you, even that was beyond what you deserved. You look at Witch to try to gauge an answer but she didn't give anything away on how she wanted you to answer. You knew Price was more than likely going to end up a permanent figure in Witch's life and by default in yours. It was best to bury the hatchet. You glanced at his eyes trying to find any hint of deception but you couldn't. You saw some type of remorse, you didn't know if it was for hurting you or upsetting Witch by hurting you. You take his calloused hand in your soft one giving it a gentle shake before retreating swiftly.
Witch smiles once you shake his hand and tells you to go try on your dresses so she can have a look.
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Soap was peering in from the display window of the shop. Price had entered a few minutes ago sensing his Witch was in the area while the four of them were completing some ‘errands’ to put it nicely. Price had dismissed them and Ghost had taken the first chance to apparate home to his misses. Gaz and him had stuck around trying to catch Price with his mysterious Darling who was impossible to hook even though they had seen her before, not with Price though. Gaz was blowing out his smoke from his cigarette dispelling the stress of their recent activities as he peered into the shop as well. Nothing exciting was happening; it looked like Price was helping her choose accessories and possibly getting matching suits for himself to compliment the dresses she was buying. He was so soft with her it was uncharacteristic compared to what he was doing a little while ago. He was acting if he didn't just wash his hand of blood. Price really won the lottery with his Witch she was beautiful and looked even better in the dress she was wearing. Both Gaz and Soap try to look discreetly not trying to get caught by Price. The consequences of that would be detrimental. Or worse he'd put them on clean up duty without magic. He could feel himself getting ready to gag remembering the last time that happened.
His eyes drifted to the changing room curtains that fluttered open to reveal a very beautifully dressed you. Your delicate steps took you to the spotlight in front of the large mirrors as you inspected the sheer fabric. You turn and twist your body scrutinising every detail of yourself and the dress that looked as if it was sewn onto your body. The outer fabric was an ethereal lace (picture), the metallic blue complementing your smooth skin on display. A nude slip peaked from underneath the fabric of the floor length dress yet your underwear could still be seen slightly. You didn't seem to mind though. He supposes this wasn't much difference to type of clothing you liked wear on the few occasions he's seen you. You seemed mostly comfortable with your body or rather comfortable with the clothing you chose to wear. Airy and light very indicative to the type of magic you possessed. The slip dress moulded itself to your figure creating a ravishing silhouette. All he wanted to do at this moment was bury his face in the crook of your neck while inhaling your scent. Maybe bend you over the counter and take you right here in front of everyone. It was unlikely you'd let him near though. Especially now that you had your friend to protect you. He needed to stay put to avoid her gaze. She was the main obstacle at the moment. Seeing you dressed up like this had his blood rushing to places it shouldn't. Hearing Gaz let out a whistle from next to him was what brought him out of his trance.
“What a sight, sucks you got no chance with her”, Gaz smirks at Soap regardless of the glare he was getting. “You should have chosen better mate, you've dug yourself into a hole.”
“What would ye know?, ye cannae even get yer darlin to desire anythin tae make a deal.”
“Low blow mate, why don't I go talk to her and show you how it's done”, Gaz chuckles.
“Don't ye dare go near her”, he growled. Usually Soap was fine with sharing; they'd all know each other long enough for it not to be a big deal. But that fact his chances with you were low and that fact Gaz could literally charm anyone by simply smiling at them was irking him.
“Too late”, Gaz was already halfway through the door before he could stop him.
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You stood in the changing room in the nude slip that came with the dress you were about to slip on. The blue lace felt really soft in your hands. But your mind was elsewhere. Price’s words irritated you. Just because he was a couple hundred years old he thinks he knows everything. You're confident in your ability to give oral regardless of the fact you've never actually given oral but that was beside the point. You've read enough books to rival Price's experience in years, that's what you delude yourself into thinking that is. You were probably just upset he called you out on it. But you did have intensive book smarts about sex even if you don't have any physical experience. Not forgetting you also possess female genitalia, so you knew your way around a woman's body. You knew how to please yourself so you were confident if a chance ever arose where you were on your knees for Witch you'd do a good job at pleasing her. Not that it would actually ever happen. Why would anyone ever want you? Especially in a sexual manner. Yes you know you and witch flirt from time to time. But that was just some banter between friends. No one has ever actually approached you with genuine interest before.
But right now your mind was flooded with images of Witch. All you could think about was being on your knees for her. Having her in a state of undress on the couch with her legs spread over your shoulders as you go to town on her folds. Her breasts on display, nipples becoming erect. Her dress pooled at her waist as you caresses and stroke her clit while fucking your tongue into her sloppy cunt. Her juices leaking into your mouth as you drink in her sweet essence while keeping your eyes locked on her face taking note of every flinch, shaky breath and whimper. You'd hold her legs open as you'd ease your fingers into her drenched pussy attacking her clit with your tongue altering between soft and hard licks to keep her from cumming too soon. Feeling her hands tighten in your hair when you wouldn't let her cum. Her tugging and pulling to get you to comply with her needs. In your mind you come up with various positions where you'd have your mouth attached to her cunt. Her sitting on your face as you run your nose over her sensitive folds and clit while tongue fucking her. Or on her hands and knees as you ate her from behind until her legs shook and gave out. Seeing her collapse in a heap on the floor. Breath laboured skin shining from the exertion. Or over the table as you play with her cunt her hand gripping the edge for dear life. You finger fucking into her soft spot until she gushes on them before placing them in your mouth to get a better taste. Running your tongue over her juices on your slick fingers. Making a show of it to get the point across that you adore her taste. Savouring her sweet release and the salt from your sweat. Then brushing your lips against her in a gentle kiss. To give her a taste, an understanding on why you're so addicted.
You pinch yourself again feeling guilty for having these thoughts. You run your thighs together trying to ease the tension building. You hope your panties didn't have a wet spot on them. You slowly start slipping on the fitted dress as your mind wanders again even with you trying to stop it. You think about Price actually watching you do all the things you wanted to Witch. His glacier eyes sending chills down your spine as you work your mouth on his women. As you make her breath catch and shudder. Would he shove your face deeper into her cunt if he thought you were teasing her too much? Would he yank your hair back if you took too long to make her cum? Or would he guide your head gently giving you tips to improve your performance. Would he shower you both with compliments for doing such a good job? Maybe he would tie you up to make you watch how he does it? Preventing you from partaking. Preventing you from touching her supple body as he eats her out. Making you strain against the ropes as you witness her come undone. Showing you how he covers his body over her smaller one, how his thick fingers stretch her out more than you ever could. How she probably prefers his prickly kisses as he runs his face against her thighs. How he makes her a babbling mess in just a couple seconds.
You shake your head dispelling the thoughts. You really needed to stop having fantasies like these. She wasn't yours and you needed to accept that. You chide yourself for coveting something that you didn't deserve. The dress had moulded to your body as you pulled at the spaghetti straps to adjust the top before slowly opening the curtains and stepping out. The dress moved with ease and comfort as you walked to the mirrors. Witch stops her conversation with the sales assistant and Price to look at you giving you a very genuine smile. You feel heat rush to your face again but for more innocent reasons this time. Her looking at you like that made you feel beautiful and bashful at the same time. You inspect the dress as she walks closer giving youn lots od compliments and suggestions what jewellery would look nice. You look at yourself in the dress thinking this dress would be great to wear to the exhibition. You didn't mind it being see through since you had a slip underneath it even though that also wasn't completely opaque. You didn't need to worry about Price looking at you, you knew he only had his heart set on Witch. He wasn't foolish to jeopardise his relationship over wandering eyes. Not that he'd look to begin with. You don't think anyone would really look at you properly other than Witch.
“I think this dress suits you so well. It'll definitely look great at the exhibition, but you should try some more dresses on to see if you'll find something better.”
“I couldn't agree more, you're a force to be reckoned with”, a dark skinned man walks into the store and the first thing you notice is his disarming smile. A full toothed smile so bright you might temporarily go blind if you looked too long. His tall muscular frame comes into view next as your eyes wander down. You're taken aback by his words, you can hardly remember a stranger ever coming up to compliment you like this. Especially not a handsome young man like him. You say young but he was probably older than you by a couple years. Or maybe a lot with him being a Fae and all. Age was tricky to pin with them always looking so youthful.
You feel put on the spot not used to this kind of attention so you just hide behind Witch not sure on how you should respond. A more familiar voice joins his not a second later causing the hair at the back of your neck to stand up.
“Ah told ye not tae come in ye fucker”, Soap grumbles as he comes into view. Price looked at them unamused at their stupidity for coming in when they had no business here. Now Witch wouldn't believe him when he said he was just passing by.
Gaz continues to make idle chatter causing Soap to get even more irritated. You watch as they take sneaky glances at Witch's breasts not that you'd blame them but it still irked you. You kinda wish Price would notice and give them both a smack on the head for daring to look at what was his, not that Witch was considered property. It was more so a show of affectionate jealousy. If you knew how to use your magic properly you'd have sent them flying. Or maybe you should just cover your hand over her breasts to send the message.
Witch keeps her gaze sharp on Soap, a look of recognition falling over her features. And irritation quickly dripping from her form. You didn't know where to look anymore, too much was going on at once. Feeling them stare at you as they argued was putting you on edge. Maybe you should pick something more subtle, something that would draw less attention. You didn't like the attention you were getting even though you have experience wearing pretty dresses to fancy events. The attention was always on the art you were selling, not on you. People hardly ever paid attention to staff. This situation wasn't something you were used to dealing with. Price was growing more annoyed at their disturbance, especially by Gaz's blatant flirting and Soap's irritation. Price had had enough and just dragged the two out as Witch led you towards the accessories to distract you from the chaos. You hear Gaz shout one last time before he leaves. You were assuming he was just doing it to get on Soaps nerves.
“You'll send an invite to your exhibition won't you darling? I'd love to come see your work.”
You did have extra tickets given to you so it wouldn't be hard giving him one but you didn't even know his name and it kinda felt like he was just messing with you to get to Soap. But it was amusing how easily he could get Soap worked up. You also wanted to get at him for causing you so much trouble. You still haven't figured out a way to get him to leave your sister alone. But he seemed unhealthily interested in you. You could use that to draw his attention away long enough to get her to safety.
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When you first write your story and that story has your OC in it OR it's a self-insert, which POV do you usually use? Second or Third pov? And how do you write your story so delicately, you write their emotions and feelings so well and I'm trying to study how you write that kind of story, just like this one
(I'm very very sorry for not asking permission and reposting this narrative even tho it's no excuse of me trying to mimick or study your writing style T^T please delete this immediately or send a message to me to delete this if you find this offensive to your writing)
Mikado's name means 'emperor'—his green eyes are the symbols of the bloodline in his veins. The strongest Zen'in always have eyes so sickeningly green it is almost poisonous. (At first, it was a bad omen. The last one who had eyes this green was the son of the Family Head's older brother. He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know, but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name, and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name.) Mikado is the emperor and accompanying him is what makes the emperor an 'emperor'; Mikoto written as 'decree', and Mikuji as the fortune slip of the gods. Everybody knows that an emperor cannot have a stable reign unless
OH THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹💗 i’m gonna cry right now, literally falling to my knees and sobbing.
i primarily use third POV definitely—that, or second pov. i’ve tried first POV which i believe is the hardest, btw. because it’s kind of complicated coming up with that delicate way of writing that i prefer without making it too much. (i will forever be envious of vladimir nabokov, my idol in prose writing.)
and omg, it’s totally okay to grab some excerpts to study it as long as you have good intentions! i definitely don’t mind that, and thank you so much for thinking it good enough to crack open and study! i might sob. so i'll use the excerpt as a basis for your question!
so first line:
Mikado's name means 'emperor'—his green eyes are the symbols of the bloodline in his veins. The strongest Zen'in always have eyes so sickeningly green it is almost poisonous.
it's the introduction to the character and usually, people get this sense of intimacy when names are involved, especially when you go to the etymology of it. so just like that, the reader gets an immediate sense of connection with the character, or the build-up to it. and in addition to this, mikado's existence, as we eventually find out through that one paragraph, is heavily intertwined with his name.
elaborating more on his appearance and his connection with the family, brings more depth too. here, you play on familiarity and history. you know what they say about how you shouldn't give names to things you don't want to get attached to? it's like that, in a way. learning how important mikado's name is and how putting in the subtle pressure on the family line which is the first thing that comes in mikado's introduction immediately shows how much this is important to him.
so there's one and two things you know about him now: his name and what he holds the highest.
At first, it was a bad omen. The last one who had eyes this green was the son of the Family Head's older brother.
now, writing third person while maintaining the centralized perspective and the emotional tone. just write like it's someone talking, simple as that. i didn't use excessively fancy words here but there are subtle indicators that we're still in mikado's perspective.
first, the usage of this, not that. a normal third person perspective without a centralized character as the voice, would normally say: "The last one who had eyes [that] green was the son of the Family Head's older brother." using this instead of that, implies closeness and lets you know that it's mikado's eyes that mikado is talking about, not that it's mikado's eyes that the narrator is talking about.
using that, puts distance. this, closes the distance.
He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know, but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name, and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name.)
He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know, but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name, and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name.)
just like what i said previously, write like it's someone talking and in this case, it's a bit of an ongoing and almost too long sentence. it resembles a thought more than an descriptor. it's basically how you format your punctuations.
(He does not know what happened to him nor does he want to know) is grouped and this thought is straight, before it pauses and continues to: (but his esteemed mother sometimes curses his name) then: (and it is the only time he hears his, in a way, uncle's name). the grouping of the clauses guides you into the flow of his thought.
it offers a line then introduces a contradiction. mikado thinks this, but then, he thinks that.
then comes his specific way of addressing the people around him. instead of a normal third person narrative structure which would say "his mother", he adds "his esteemed mother". this quickly shows distance, the overformality. immediately, it shows that there's some tension; it makes you think if it's out of reverence or just distance. and of course, his perspective towards his uncle.
Mikado is the emperor and accompanying him is what makes the emperor an 'emperor'; Mikoto written as 'decree', and Mikuji as the fortune slip of the gods. Everybody knows that an emperor cannot have a stable reign unless he is accompanied by his title and the approval of the gods.
and then the repetition! i never get sick of saying this but SUBTLE! REPETITION! or just outright repetition.
this elaborates more to what makes him him, the essence of his personality which is his siblings—his whole life. but this is more character-specific as it adds a layer of intimacy since his siblings' names are associated to him. so here, you're given another personal fact, an intimate detail, an elaboration to how important family is to him.
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so how do you write something 'delicately', especially in third person?
using simple words and grouping the clauses with intention, making it look like a thought more than a normal descriptor.
choose what to share and what not to share just yet, thus planning the flow of the narrative
focus on little details! this, thats, his, hers, theirs, etc. colors, what they're wearing, the twitch of their fingers, the tucking of a lock behind their ear, a shine in their eyes, the tilt of their lips, how the tip of their curves so softly they almost don't look like they could cut through skin—things like that!
ask yourself: what makes you get close to someone? is it finding out their names? what colors they like? what clothes they're wearing? how they write their letters and their alphabets? do they put a slash on their 7 or do they keep it plain? human things like that offer a delicate and intimate approach!
it boils down to yourself, making your writing human! i hope this helped :)
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mac-n-cheese-art · 4 months
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Comms status : open! 2 slots
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Hiya guys! Here's my price sheet! It's got my wills and won'ts, maybes, and some other details so click for better quality! (keep in mind this same information is under the cut in writing.) Of course I draw for the fandoms I'm in, but I'm open to other ones too! (just make sure to give more info, I might have some question, no extra charge though.) Current fandoms (this'll change): Star Trek (TNG, DS9, TOS, ENT), Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit, Batman Media, House MD, Hellblazer, X-men, Avenue 5, and others but these are the main ones.
If you want to commission me, send an ask and we'll go over details in DMs.
Anyways, any support is appreciated, reblogs especially! Thank you!!
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etc. you get the idea
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*I charge 15% extra because either I’m not as experienced or they’re soft squicks
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[Part 3/3]
- I've seen you write/interact with characters on some other blogs, but I imagine the deluge of asks during EBG week kept you busy. That being said, do you prefer long form stories and interactions or shorter, one-off style ones? Both have their place. But do you have a preference?
- Are there any particular scenarios or ideas that you wish to explore for future EBG's?
- You've done this twice, to very good success. What is your advice for someone who may want to (in the future) create an EBG plotline similar to how yours turn out?
- Since you've been on both sides, what advice do you have for someone who may be interested in participating in future EBG's? (Either as a participant who has an "assigned bias" or as someone who may want to interact with a participant who has "an assigned bias?)
- As someone who's done this event twice, do you have any particular advice for people who want to send in asks to participate? Any particular way or ways you would like asks phrased?
- Lastly, I give you the stage. If there's any aspects about this particular EBG or EBG in general that you would like to talk about, but haven't had the chance to, feel free to talk about it here.
Thank you again, Meirin, for creating such an engaging storyline and event. I hope you don't mind the questions!
[ p1 ◆ p2 ◆ p3 ◆ p4 ]
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✼ I've seen you write/interact with characters on some other blogs, but I imagine the deluge of asks during EBG week kept you busy. That being said, do you prefer long form stories and interactions or shorter, one-off style ones? Both have their place. But do you have a preference?
i love both equally! shorter asks gives me more room to play with and longer asks gets my brain juice going (especially if it described the thoughts and actions of my friends’ oc, because i am not 100% familiar with most of them)! i just feel a little sorry for people who sent in longer asks, because i had a very limited time to reply to them (most of them are answered the same day, or the next day they were sent in - with a few exceptions, like the gardemek ask), hence i couldn’t reply with longer answers.
i think i struggled more with the continuous ‘silly’ asks, especially those which didn’t have any relation whatsoever to the storyline. because to answer them i need to kind of take my mind out of the more ‘serious’ mindset and forget about it momentarily and just be silly. which means that it would disrupt my thinking process. this is why i think you might notice how i tend to answer the ‘sillier’ asks in a group/batches; either before or after i answering the storyline asks.
✼ Are there any particular scenarios or ideas that you wish to explore for future EBG's?
i have a few! …… that i won’t share because then it would be just me spoiling the plot now for everyone hahahah
but yes, i do have some thoughts in mind. they’re very generic as of now, though. one of them is a little similar to kopi ansy’s idea, heh.
✼ You've done this twice, to very good success. What is your advice for someone who may want to (in the future) create an EBG plotline similar to how yours turn out?
hskdjskdj i don’t know about it being ‘successful’ or not (because i mean… i know some people had fun but also i lost like 50+ followers, so there are clearly people who didn’t have fun too) but really, just have fun with your friends! i think i’m just very lucky that i have supportive friends & followers who are willing to go the extra mile to accommodate my shenanigans and actively participate in the event. so bring your friends and go wild. don’t be afraid to do stuff outside your comfort zone; you and everyone else might end up liking it in the end (e.g. i am not confident in making ocs and coviello is quite literally the first oc i have in….. years lol)
also, don’t stress on planning it all out. sometimes you need to just wing it and trust your instinct. i didn’t have any idea of what ending i wanted when this all started, and i certainly didn’t think of creating coviello a whole story quest. sometimes the best ideas come to you when you least expect it.
✼ Since you've been on both sides, what advice do you have for someone who may be interested in participating in future EBG's? (Either as a participant who has an "assigned bias" or as someone who may want to interact with a participant who has "an assigned bias?)
again, just have fun - it's a game, after all. and try to do both sides if possible. i’m a big believer on “you’ll eventually receive double of what you give if you’re persistent enough”. so if you’re participating as a participant with “assigned bias”, get out and sabotage! to as many blogs as you can! and remember this is all just a game — don’t take things personally, don’t be afraid of being striked, don’t be afraid to murder strike someone, and remember to pace yourself!!
and if you want to send asks to the participants, just remember to not be rude (there is a real human behind that blog name) and read their rules before interacting. also go through their blog for inspiration if you’re unsure of what to send in!
✼ As someone who's done this event twice, do you have any particular advice for people who want to send in asks to participate? Any particular way or ways you would like asks phrased?
hmmm. i think everyone has their own preferences for this, but personally, i favor storyline-related ask. it doesn’t have to be long (in fact, it would trouble me if you sent me a whole long novel ;;;). there’s a balance in there and i will usually try to make do with what i’m given.
and since that's the case, naturally, the common rp rules apply:
✅ bring in your s/i or oc (but please remember to put yourself in my shoes, especially if we’ve never talked before — i might not respond as you expected if i know nothing about your character) with their f/o. bring in my og bias if the storyline permits. bring in third parties if you want.
❌ controlling ‘my’ characters’ actions and thoughts (i.e. in the last ebg this would include: meirin, coviello, childe). sending in multiple asks before i can answer your previous one (please be patient, i'm just human and i work 9-6 on weekdays).
✼ Lastly, I give you the stage. If there's any aspects about this particular EBG or EBG in general that you would like to talk about, but haven't had the chance to, feel free to talk about it here.
what do i want to talk about…. oh! yes!
so in my first ebg, we had an ‘ebg afterparty’ where the ebg somewhat ‘extended’ for the whole weekend, where rubedo basically goes full-on yandere…. yeah don’t ask hskdjskjd BUT ANYWAY
originally, i had an idea to do something similar. so the original ebg event was just going to be something much lighter, without the god remains and everything else, because when childe confronted coviello, i had planned for him to ‘put a stop’ to coviello’s action. then, on the last day of the ebg, i had the idea of doing this:
(excuse any spelling mistakes or incomprehensible-sounding words, this was such a rough draft hahahah)
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where it’s basically a ‘what-if’ or a spinoff of “what if childe agreed to help coviello”.... at this point i didn’t have the idea of their actual motives yet, so in my head it was just childe going full batshit insane yandere like albedo.
...... but then i think i realized it felt too similar to the last one, so i scrapped the idea :p
ALSO. when will someone host an ebg where you can acknowledge your og bias but you have to pretend you hate them? i feel like it would be extra painful but extra funny because you’re gonna have to roast your favorite character. also might be a good opportunity to delve more into that character because... you know. sometimes when we adore something/someone, we close our eyes to their flaws, when those flaws are actually what makes that character feel more multidimensional.
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practically-an-x-man · 3 months
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I send you stars for the directors cut because I wanna know more but I am overwhelmed with IRL at the moment.
*hugs*
Aw man, I understand the feeling. I'm a little sleep-deprived and overwhelmed right now too, so I'm struggling to come up with a good answer for this...
I guess I'll give some commentary on Who Waits Forever Anyway? since that's the one you're most familiar with
Originally, I struggled with deciding how much of a link Katherine really had with the gods. I wanted originally for her to not have any innate link, and for it to be only her passion for the museum and creation that earned the tablet's favor - but I decided against that, since it leaves the question of why Larry and Nick didn't develop the same abilities, when they have the same connection to the museum
I also didn't want to make her a demigod or direct descendant of the gods. I didn't want to give her too much innate power, since I thought that might cheapen parts of her story and her self-discovery.
Making her a descendant not of Bastet, but of Bastet's original blessing was a spur-of-the-moment decision (I wrote the "a girl walks into a temple" scene all in one go, with minimal editing), but I'm really glad I went with it. It really gave everything a nice balance: explaining why Katherine had a connection to the tablet, but not so much connection that she develops powers on her own. She needs the tablet to act as a catalyst.
My vision for her was that the tablet uses her as a conduit. She doesn't have innate magic of her own, but she's able to use the tablet's energy more effectively than it could on its own. This is also why it affects her inversely from the other exhibits when the tablet begins to die - they grow weaker as the magic fades, but Katherine is flooded with unpredictable magic because the tablet is failing to act as a barrier between her and the gods
To make it simpler, the magic behaves like this: gods > tablet >> exhibits, where magic is passed directly down. As the tablet dies, no magic reaches the exhibits to animate them
However, it also works like this: gods <> tablet <> Katherine, where the tablet provides a link that allows Katherine to "borrow" magic from the gods, and communication goes both ways.
All this time spent exposed to the gods' direct power as the tablet dies may have some unexpected consequences...
I've tried to include references to other Egyptian gods throughout the work, as if they're following Katherine around
She visits Cecil in the old folks' home, which is where Jace first learns about the magic - he plays a role similar to Tawaret, helping tend the older souls and prepare them to comfortably move in. Cecil's also notably gentler and less antagonistic than he is in the first movie, indicating that his soul may be becoming "lighter" and more ready to move on
Katherine's drawings turn cobalt blue after animating them as a reference to Osiris and his blue skin - she's creating life (albeit in a very simple, temporary form) and so is drawing on his power
You noticed that Katherine's name is sometimes shortened to Kat, a hint to Bastet, but being named after Katherine Johnson the rocket scientist is a hint in itself - she contributed to the moon landing, and the tablet is powered by the moon god Khonsu.
There's also a lot of focus on writing and research (the letter, Ahk teaching her to write in hieroglyphs, the research she does into the tablet), which can be tied back to the scribe god Thoth - who also shows her the gods' argument when the tablet begins to die
In general, Katherine's strongest abilities come from the gods she's gained more favor from, mainly by showing respect and placing focus on their domains - Thoth by seeking knowledge, Bastet by protecting the home (the museum), Ptah by creating, etc.
Last thing? Most of the Ahkmenrah x Human OC stories I've read end with the magic granting him a second life, and him becoming fully alive and human so he can grow old with his loved one. As sweet as that is... we're doing something a little more unique here. You'll see ;)
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Hi everyone, I’m Alice and I’m introverted, a cat person & animal lover. I’m gonna say some rules on my blog here on this post, because my rules are old af, too lazy to change that (also lack of time RIP). 
[ heavily affiliated with: @evilfaced​ ] 
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Mun 25+ age. (I’m 30 years old to be more exact)
Of course this blog will contain a lot of triggering content, but I’ll try to tag everything as possible, if I don’t tag something just lmk. My triggering tag is tw: _the trigger name_
There being said, my muse can do questionable stuff and it doesn’t mean the MUN support my MUSE certain actions. MUN IS MUN, MUSE IS MUSE.
My muse is based in ALL MOVIES, but sometimes I read some comics for reference, cartoons, animated series, also I add a lot of things I create on my own. 
I’m slow but I’m always replying to everyone, sometimes I took eternity but it’s nothing against you, it’s just my muse.  Sometimes it may feel like I’m ignoring and I’d like to say sorry in advance but if we have multiple thread I love it!  ‘cuz when my muse isn’t strong on a certain thread I can respond on the another thread. 
Sorry, I’m easily distracted ‘cuz of  my ADHD.
I do RP smut, but only with +21 rpers, and if I see if our muses has some chemistry, I can’t throw my muse out of zero straight to sex, I’m sorry!  (unless if we’re friends & / our muses has some chemistry as I just stated) . Also I don’t rp anal sex. I need to be familiar to your muse first.
Yes, I’m crossover friendly, and OC friendly, sup?!
Discord available for mutuals only, dm if you want them.
English is not my first language, mistakes might happen.
If you send me an ask and wanted to continue, instead of rebbloging the ask PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE post it in a new post! 
PLEASE CUT YOUR THREADS! I really don’t mind the style you use, icons, gifs etc... As long as the thread is cut. It’s affects my OCD. 
Sometimes I don’t follow because people who don’t cut their threads, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t RP with you.
ALL ICONS ARE MADE BY ME, ( I made my own BG as well)  do NOT STEAL.
All the gifs, codes of my blog, etc etc, credit to their ✨ respective makers ✨.
Do not meta-gaming and godmod, it’s not fun. Also I’m AU HOE, I’m open for all AU AF, just throw at me.
YES, I do RP Margot Robbie’s characters from her movies, and I have 2 OC that I rp here sometimes, but they’re RP upon request.
AH, I RP both Harley and Harleen ♥  (lbr they’re the same person, i just do this to timeline reference) + I also will rp Barbie here (Barbie 2023 movie) and Mera from Aquaman using Sam Weaving fc, but they are my guest muse.
Last but not the least, HAVE FUN PUDDIN’S! DON’T FORGET TO DRINK YOUR WATER TODAY, AND TAKE YOUR MEDS 💋
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postscriptmuse · 3 months
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holidays are coming up which means more time for me to write! 🎉
21+ writer here (they/them) looking for other 21+ writers only for an ateez rp to write on discord, either member x member or OC x OC using ateez as face claims. more info found below! if you're interested, shoot me a DM here and we can trade discord users, or leave a like and i'll DM you instead.
i have the most interest in woosan currently, with a slight preference for writing wooyoung, but i love writing both so i don't mind picking up san instead. other ships i’m currently into: hongjoong x mingi, wooyoung x mingi, san x hongjoong, san x mingi, wooyoung x hongjoong, and polys. for member x member, i’m most comfortable writing these four too, so i can flip between them according to which you prefer! i do like ot8, but i prefer having a main ship to focus on simply because i’m not as familiar writing some ships.
i write semi lit to lit, 3rd person, and tend to write multi para replies or longer when i have the inspiration. however! please write only as much/as little as you have muse for! i will always love quality over quantity. let's write for fun, not to stress each other out. 💕 i do work full time during the week and so please understand that i may not always reply immediately.
i’m very casual/informal OOC, and i loove worldbuilding and trading headcanons. i’m the kind of partner who loves talking about our ships and making inspiration boards, playlists, sending posts that remind me of them, etc. i like being on some level of friendship with my writing partners because i write better when i feel like i’m writing with a friend!! of course i’ll always match your energy if you prefer to be more chill, but if that would be a dealbreaker for you, i might not be the right partner for you!
i’m currently only writing AU plots, but i’m open to really anything. some of my favorite AUs and tropes to write are: enemies to lovers, high fantasy, legal age gaps, secret identities, arranged relationships, pretend relationships, superpowered heroes/villains/sidekicks, supernatural creatures, celebrities, omegaverse, and others too long to list. -0- i love exploring darker themes too but i’d prefer talking about ideas privately so we know each other’s triggers/limits first!
regarding NSFW: i’m comfortable writing NSFW and kink if that's where the plot goes, but they’re definitely not required. i have a sub lean, but on that note, i hate labels and i don’t believe that has to be an absolute defining factor of any of our plot roles or whoever’s on top/bottom and so on, so if we can both be chill about that, i will love you down.
i'm sleep deprived so i can't think of other details to add, but my DMs are open if you have questions. ttyl!
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╰┈➤ Welcome, ###########.
“What is this place???”
- This is one of them classic ask blogs. Particularly for the A-Gang of Pokemon Rejuvenation; Aevis, Aevia, Axel, Ariana, Alain, and Aero.
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Ana and Crescent are also available, though more as guest appearances.
Heavy spoilers will be tagged depending on the chapter!
We try to stick as close to canon as possible. With a little hcs sprinkled in, as a treat,
considering we haven’t seen much direct interaction between the gang ingame yet save for a few scenes.
In technicality, a slight AU, but aren’t all ask blogs basically that???
╰┈➤ ASK RULES
- No nsfw. Please. Children are here. Also it’s just Weird. You’ll probably be blocked.
- RP accounts interacting is ok! Just don’t get snappy if something we respond with doesn’t match up with a part of the character’s verse (particularly if OC).
- The general DNI applies. If many people have you on this list, it’s probably for a valid reason!
- Art submissions are ok too but like...? You’re better off just posting regular fanart to the main tag lol. If it’s art for a specific interaction on the blog, that’s ok though.
- Do not spam the inbox. Do not also spam the inbox with questions asking why your question or previous spam isn’t answered yet. Try to keep it to five current asks at a time please! Shouldn’t be too difficult.
- When asking, PLEASE specify WHO of the group you’re asking. I can’t read minds. Sometimes I wish I could. But then I see what some people say just on main and think maybe it’s for the best.
- shipping asks are ok. i guess. don’t try to make it become the focus of this place though.
- do not ask about the next version. We are not giving any answers. It is progressing. That’s all you need to know. <3
╰┈➤ About the characters, I guess!
( All of the gang have all of the Pokemon given to them across all modes. The only canon teams are the Base [NORMAL] Mode teams. The other inclusions are for pure fun. )
--- Aevis (He/him)
BRAVERY. Aevis is a confident young man with a natural affinity for leadership. He does his best to keep the gang together even in rough patches. The type of guy to drop everything to help you out, and always has advice when you need it. He’s on the academy’s volleyball team, and may as well be their ace player! Aevis’s signature Pokemon are Decidueye and Lucario.
--- Axel (He/him)
CHAOS. Axel is the most mischievous of the group, no doubt about it. One could compare him to that of an Impidimp in personality. Always up for a joke, beloved by all. He’s very fond of his sister (who will often be the subject of his pranks.) Due to his excellent acting, he’s actually in the academy’s theater program! One day Axel’s chaos may be his own demise, and he often has some difficulty reading the room, but overall cares deeply for his friends as much as he pokes at them. Axel’s signature Pokemon are Feraligatr and Grimmsnarl.
--- Ariana (She/her)
HAPPINESS. Ariana is very peppy, and very scholarly. Her spirit shines brightly, and her optimism helps to lift the mood of any friend who may be down or such. You might think the pep would make you weary, but that tends to be quite the opposite. She’s always open to her friends who need help, and is on the academy’s cheerleading team! The main organizer of any group outings, whether that be to the mall or wherever else! Maybe she needs to take a bit for herself sometimes too. Ariana’s signature Pokemon are Blaziken and Altaria.
--- Aevia (She/her)
TRANQUILITY. Aevia is a little timid and anxious. She prefers to have her space, or only share it with people she’s familiar with. She gets rather nervous around new individuals-- enough to accidentally smack on instinct or such, apparently. Aevia is insanely talented- particularly in music. She knows how to play the Piano extremely well-- and bake excellently too. She has some issues... but she’s very sweet. Aevia’s signature Pokemon are Samurott and Lapras
--- Alain (They/she)
WRATH. Alain is rather scary to most. They’re rather aggressive to practically anyone at first, but once you get close to them, they tend to soften up a lot more (reluctantly, she may claim.) They are extremely protective of those she cares about, and will quite literally physically fight anyone who harms them. They’re actually rather creative. Their other talents include skateboarding/skating and graffiti art-- and are most often found sitting in silence with Aero. Best to give them their space. Alain’s signature Pokemon are Tazer (Partner-Pika) and Kangaskhan.
--- Aero (They/he)
STRENGTH. Aero is quite studious and cool. Rather laid back. They tend to prefer their space a lot, yet he’s a pretty strong people magnet regardless. People feel safe in their presence, and that is no different when they’re with their friends. Strong and silent, the popularity is to his chagrin. They just wanted to live their life with Alain. Aero took up being the academy’s star boxer, and is the strongest trainer of the group. Strength, however, comes in both physique and heart. Aero’s signature Pokemon are Delphox and Salamence.
--- Ana (She/her)
MERCY.
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Signature Pokemon; Magne(mite)zone and Magearna.
--- Crescent (She/they)
KARMA.
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Signature Pokemon; Gothitelle and Roaring Moon
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crazyw3irdo · 12 hours
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some notes i like
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seeing this and going “hm that pfp looks familiar… is that who i think it is…” and clicking the url to confirm that not only is that tybalt’s actor in the austrian retj, but also his description says “tybalt’s defense lawyer” & their blog has many tybalt posts was hilarious
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^act 3 scene 1 in a nutshell
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hanging those two on my metaphorical fridge. also woah emh url jumpscare (of course the emh fans find beauty in the tragedy of being at the mercy of higher powers that don’t care for your life)
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first off this is tumblr we can say fuck here, second off i made this quiz in an hour right before i went to bed 👍
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i haven’t written anything public in years lol and id personally say i’ve never really written poetry before which is what ppl tend to be agreeing is what this quiz is. but i do have a lot of OCs that like. given the response to this i might try to do some stuff with. this is partially a plea if anyone has any questions about any of my special interests be that my ocs or romeo and juliet or anything send me an ask i love to talk about this stuff. elevator pitch for my main oc universes:
-group of supernatural guys (witch, ghost, werewolf, elf, and two vampires) in the post-apocalypse trying to save the last vestiges of humanity & look after a little human girl
-seven deadly sins but they’re magical girls fighting the four horsemen to stop the rapture
-more lightheartedly, four monster roommates in the modern world. about a 100 monsters just showed up in the usa one day and no one knows why. one of the monsters starts a youtube channel
-fairy tale type story where a prince has to rescue princess from a dragon but he has to bring a wizard he hates along with him and also the princess doesn’t like him
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this is the most mercutio response lmfao. also love how many ppl wanted to get mercutio whether they did or not. glad my blorbo is yours too lol
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does the sun have to shine? does the world have to turn? the oceans rise and fall with the moon? your lungs breathe? your heart beat?
the answer to all of these, of course, is none of it has to happen. but you wouldn’t have life without it.
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i appreciate the effort but as a mercutio myself i can only be killed by a tybalt. it’s like pokemon type matchups. if the person from the first tag on this post wants to kill me tho then yeah i can’t do shit about that
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ot3 · 2 years
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The more posts about posting I read the less I know why people even post at all. I feel like I've never really gotten the hang of online interaction. It's always sharing too much or too little, trying too hard to be funny or being too serious. Well, feel free to ignore, sorry for the possibly unwanted interaction!
This response got kind of long so i'm going to stick it under a cut.
i think your first problem here is mistaking posting for interacting. for a lot of people, a post is really just dumping something online and interaction is something that may or may not follow. for the most part, people just post because they have something to say and whatever anyone else might have to say in response to that is really secondary to just getting your thoughts off your chest. I know that I don't expect anyone to care about half of the inane shit i post online I really just need somewhere to put my thoughts...
but in terms of things that are actually interacting - replying to someone's post or sending them a message/dm, or speaking in discord servers or anything like that. i think a good rule of thumb is to just. interact with people in a way that gives them a built in avenue to respond. Forget any of the padding. Forget about coming off funny, or cool, or smart or whatever. Just say exactly what you mean in a way where it is clear what you're actually looking for from the person who will be responding.
my least favorite kind of interactions are ones where it doesn't seem like the person coming to me actually cares about my opinions or perspective, and is just using me as means to acquiring an audience for their opinions or perspective. like with this ask, i can't really tell if you're actually coming to me for advice, or just venting frustration at me. In fact, that's the main thing in common with all of the bullet points I listed in that original post. A lot of people said that the oc one was the outlier, but to be honest, if anything is the outlier, is the over familiar rudeness. The other points all fall into the category of things you say to a person when you're not really having a conversation with them, you're just talking at them. I can't stand being talked at.
That's what making a post is for - when you have something to say that doesn't require a specific response from a specific person, but is just a thought you'd like to air out. This is also why, in many instances, I prefer talking in groupchats to one-on-one in dms. If I have a thought I do want someone to engage with, but it doesn't necessarily require a specific response from a particular person, I can just dump it in a group chat and anyone who has anything to say can say it, and anyone who doesn't doesn't feel pressured to do so. Group chats are also nice because with one on one conversations I always have trouble finding a natural endpoint to a conversation, but when multiple people are involved I can just slip out when I run out of things to add to the conversation at hand.
anyway if you are coming to someone one-on-one a great way to help your intentions get across is to just find a way to phrase what you're saying as a question. this advice all might seem kind of clinical or mechanical but as a haver of autism I enjoy a clinical and mechanical approach to most things. it makes the most intuitive sense to me that way. When you're asking someone a question, it's always clear what sort of response is actually being sought out. Ambiguity is really the conversation killer - when I don't know how to respond to something, I don't respond. Simple as that.
It's not like questions are the ONLY thing you should say to people online, it's just that including a question helps your intentions be understood more clearly. So let's say someone online is posting about subject x, and you have some relevant thoughts you'd like their opinion on (and once again, I must stress this point - that you'd like their opinion on. Unless you want to hear what someone has to say you shouldn't start a conversation.) A great way to do that is to just say hey I saw you post about [x]. what do you think about [opinion]?.
Like, obviously everything I'm saying here is very subjective to my experiences online and my preferred communication styles. but it just seems to me like the biggest reason people have trouble making online friends is because they're approaching it backwards. they're not seeing specific people and thinking 'this is someone i'd like to be friends with, that i'd like to know better' they're thinking 'i want people to be friends with' and just picking people to interact with kind of randomly at large scale to cast as wide a net as possible. i don't know. i'm the kind of person who would rather spend time alone than engage in socialization for the sake of socialization. so it's a hard perspective for me to understand.
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squidbiology · 1 year
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ABOUT
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Hello, and welcome to Squidbiology!
This blog is run by a team of scientists and friends who's goal is to provide free, easy to understand access to information regarding other sapient species! Many schools don't offer biology and history courses on other species, which can create a gap between us... one that we aim to bridge!
Though the title of the blog is squidbiology, we welcome questions on any and all sapient species. If we don't know the answer, we'll find someone who will.
Now, let's introduce you to the team! Mod Bloom Sandworm | 24 | Xe/Xir
Hi besties!!! my name's Maya, and I'm an anthropologist! Though my original focus was on worms, I've recently taken a turn towards researching Inkfish of all types, as it's just fascinating stuff. I also hope to be able to educate inkfish on each other's history to hopefully help settle some of the recent animosity! But don't worry, I've dipped my whiskers into study of any species I can find courses on, so don't be afraid to ask :P
Mod Olive Leopard shark || 23 || They/she
Heyo, my name's Maeve or Olive, and I'm an Inkfish biologist! My interest started with Inklings, but octolings are inherently a close runner up, as you can't have one without the other! Their natural evolutionary history is absolutely fascinating to me, and I can't believe it's fallen out of common knowledge.
Mod Glaze Octoling | 28 | He/she/it
Greetings. My names are Aqueduct and Celadon (you can use either), and I'm an architect, with a particular fascination for architectural history and city planning. I love looking into how different species design their buildings and cities, and how to make structures and plans that accommodate a wide variety of species.
Mod Beetle Inkling | 26 | He/they
Hi guys! My name's Connor, and I'm a linguist, though I'm also studying general sociology and biology of non-inkfish as a minor. I love learning about how different species developed language, especially based on their evolutionary history and biology! I also find it fascinating how different species can communicate back and forth even if physically incapable of speaking each other's languages... it's crazy stuff.
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FAQ
So... what is this blog?
This is a Splatoon based askblog that takes place during the setting of Splatoon 3, and follows my headcanons of splatoon biology! It’s is designed so you can send in questions, which will be answered ‘in character’ by one of the members of the team that "runs" this blog. If you’re familiar with Professor Peach, it’s something sort of like that. Basically, you’re allowed to send in questions that are responded to by either , as if you were a character in the setting. You’re also welcome to send in ‘ooc’ questions as well though! I also just reblog a bunch of art and posts revolving around splatoon, as well as some memes and such. This blog is intended to be 16+ because it might contain some upsetting or potentially NSFW content, but all in a biological format (Discussions of racism and wars, art of meat/dissections, discussion of breeding behavior and anatomy, etc). Everything will be tagged generously. There won’t be any condoning of mentioned behavior, and no explicit porn or heavily NSFW images without ample tagging and warnings. If you need anything tagged that I didn’t, please let me know.
So is this a roleplay blog?
Er... not exactly. It’s more of an in-character ask blog. But if you have a similar blog, I wouldn’t be opposed to interacting.
Am I allowed to use these headcanons?
Yes, go ahead! I would be thrilled to see anyone using any of these, or even something based off of these. You’re allowed to mix and match and change anything you want for your own personal use. You’re free to make OCs or characters based on any of this stuff too! Go crazy go stupid!
Am I allowed to do fanart / fanworks of _____?
Yes!!!! You’re 100% welcome to draw (or write about, or.. whatever) any of the characters featured here, your own takes on anything or any biology, or just. Anything from or inspired by this blog! I would love to see it! If you do, please DM it to me- I don’t check my email often, and don’t see @’s! I don’t mind at all!
Who’s the mod?
Hello! My name is Rhi / Toad, and I’m the mod here behind Squidbiology! My pronouns are they/them, please. I’m 22, neurodivergent, nonbinary, and have a degree in Zoo Animal Technology, and am employed at an invertebrate zoo!
I run this blog because I think speculative biology is neat, and I love to worldbuild, especially when it comes to biology! You might recognize some of my art and ideas from my other blogs, listed below.
Main || @toadsong​ Splatoon Sideblog || @lesbian-octoling Art Sideblog || @bees-draws
If you have any questions for me, feel free to send in an ask! Please specify that it’s either directly to me or OOC however, so I know not to answer in character!
Where’s Callie/Marina/Agent 3/etc?
Unfortunately, the characters running this blog are a bunch of random college students. They're not affiliated with any of the canon characters, except maybe some of the shopkeepers in passing.
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RULES
Do not interact with this blog if you’re a bigot. This means do not interact if you’re LGBT+phobic of any kind, antisemetic, a nazi, anti-blm, pro-cop/’blue lives matter’, racist, ‘pro-ship’/pedo/MAP, etc. This includes transphobia, biphobia, and panphobia. If you’re nasty you know who you are. Get outta here!
On that note- despite the warning above, this blog will not particpiate in any political discussion or drama. I simply do not want nasty people interacting with this blog. If you want to discuss anything, at the very least, go to my main/sideblogs. The exception of this is if I reblog something from a nasty person/source- I try to do a brief check of who I reblog from, but sometimes I’m tired or lazy. If you notice content come from a questionable blog, let me know, and I’ll remove it!
Please try not to send in overly explicit or horny questions. Though this blog may discuss mature themes, such as discussions of breeding behavior and anatomy, it’s not going to be horny in nature.
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strangeandinteresting · 6 months
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hi idk anything about trudy, but uhhhhh 👪😈🎭❗ for the ask game?
(😈 Already answered here! So sorry I took ages to respond, I just completely forgot. This ask is pulling questions from the same ask meme, but a different version I reblogged ages ago. I don't mind getting questions off that too, just specify which version if you do send one!)
👪 - Does your HF oc have any relations to any canon HF characters, be it familial, platonic, romantic, or what have you?
Yes - She is the adopted youngest daughter of Roman Murray, quickly snatched out of the foster system after her mother's murder and dad's lifelong incarceration - Which the Starry Children were responsible for. Therefore she's also the little sister of Linda Monroe (And fellow adoptee with Zero Paxton, if you'd like to count other OCs). She does not like being part of the family, and treats living in the Murray estate as just renting a room in the house, as much as Roman would like to wrangle her into playing along with the family.
She's also the same age as the Nerdy Prudes Must Die cast, 18 years old at the time the show would take place, so she's generally familiar with them, and pleasant enough to the other nerds, even if she's aware she creeps them out to some degree. Trudy doesn't feel she really has any friends, and struggles to tell the difference between romantic and platonic feelings due to having experienced neither very much. 🎭 - If your HF oc were to appear in Hatchetfield canon, which cast member would you want to play them? Whilst Trudy does have a canon faceclaim (Miel Escamilla, who you might know if you've seen Adamandi or The Art of Pleasing Princes), I think if she were to be played by one of the actual HF guys, Lauren would probably nail her vibe. ❗ - Just name a random fun fact about your HF oc! It can be anything!
One of her canine teeth is chipped, and she never got it fixed.
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yourboyhack · 7 months
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Hey Hack! 1, 11 & 24 for the writer and artist ask game ☺️
thanks for the asks :D i'll put question 11 under a read more because i got carried away and did info dumping lite
1.Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?
My first oc that I remember is Alice a young teenager who was the vessel of the ancient aspect/entity of pandemonium and a few other eventual aspects- think if whatever the fuck was going on with Yugi muto and Pharoah mixed with a human version of Pandora's box. She looked EXACTLY like a shy version of Mikasa( she had the scarf too) and I had never hear or saw attack on titan (my cousin pointed this out). I haven't touched her story but now that I'm talking about her maybe a crossover with liam and the obm cast? I'm already thinking of doing a crossover with a different batch of oc's for Halloween ^^
24. Do you have/want a career in your medium? If not, what do you do/want to do instead?  
I don't and I don't plan to, I might open art commissions at some point but I want to try and keep writing and art to a hobby that has no monetary value(less stressful that way). 
And I got no idea what I want to do cause I don't want to work😅 shit is draining and most jobs exploit works with no consequences. But I will say I'm enjoying where I am right now so it ain't too bad
11. Sum up one or more of your wips! 
Dream you got no clue what gates of serotonin you just opened👀😭thank you!!!!!!!!! 
-Parent! Liam protects his youngest Jade from a creep while their out for family movie night. Exploring Jades character and overall family dynamics and showing how Liam has changed being protective embracing the darker side of witches. 
-day 2 of the exchange program, and Liam struggling to adapt with only Lucifer genuinely caring for him while the other brothers either are wanting to use Liam for dirt on Lucifer, indifferent, or outright hate him. But finding him and Solomon are something like kindred spirits with him.
-Early into the program when Liam meets the boys from purgatory hall, Luke is afraid of him because he’s a witch. Anyways, Liam sees Luke being bullied by some lower demons. And Liam bluffs threatening the demons he’ll send Mammon to deal with them, forcing his facial features to warp and distort becoming the scary witch facade. When the demons run the scary witch act drops and worried older brother mode starts(while holding back his own fear and tears).
-NB cannon divergent setting, a continuation of “eye of a hurricane”. Liam breaks down, alone in a once familiar forest. He pulls himself together enough to set up a campsite. While he cooks dinner a feral, injured, starving Satan watches him from beyond the enchanted barrier. Which Liam does welcome in.
- OMelites! au setting. An older jaded version of Liam is a doctor working at RAD academy and works as a personal doctor when fighters from Mammon’s underground fighting ring get beaten down too much. Mammon gets Liam’s help to find a source of a drug thats been circulating that some fighters have been caught using. Notably Liam and Mammon aren’t together but they do have a bickering couple vibe. And Liam is a ex fighter of the ring to fund his medical certification. 
-Liam losing his current form because he forgot to make more of his transformation potion. And the obey me cast helps and offers him support. Its fluff and comfort and i love it :’)
-Mammon is going to find who hurt one of his crows, Liam joining him cause he's pissed about it especially because it's Phoebe the crow that's escorted and bonded the most with Liam. At this point Mammon is still weary of Liam, but this does help
- I do have a drabble about this but i want to expand on this ^^ Mammon's first routine (every few years) transformation while being together with Liam (his first reaction was jaw drop in awe, and his eyes light up)adores him in the form, worrying it's painful. Liam cuddles up and gives mammon words of reassurence and love. 
- Liam and Mammon have a serious conversation about Liam feeling guilty about how everyone got a choice in making a pact but Mammon. Mammon voices his thoughts. Yes upset, but he reassures Liam that he wants to keep the pact and he does treasure it dearly now.
- Liam back in the human realm for awhile at this point. Scrolls through his DDD listening to music and finds a new song "Hold me tight" by Miss Em. Is really liking the song, eventually Liam finds out when the Miss Em franchise was founded and who made it >:)
- Liam sheepMc. A puff of smoke emerges from where the tiny sheep was, out from the smoke is a human. They inquisitively look down to themselves in a chunky black hoodie and ripped jeans. Lifting their arms over their head, flexing their newly required fingers.
- Replaced au inspired story. Mammon got cursed by a witch… Liam’s gonna kill them
- Liam magic potioned into being a little kid both in body and mind. Not remembering the last 12 years. He's super attached to Lucifer.
-Liam's reaction to the ring s2 : )
-Liam is fixated on getting a project finished but is super frustrated that it's not working (he’s been working on it for 12 hours straight, he didn't sleep or eat), somehow Mammon hasn't been at HoL to stop this sooner. Liam gets frustrated he accidentally breaks a glass beaker without realizing it. At the same time Mammon walks in back from whatever and smells the fresh blood.
-Barber of horrorville- Liam and Mammon have nightmares after watching a horror movie because of a challenge between Mammon and Solomon.
-Liam had a beautiful singing voice. One day someone played a cruel trick and cursed him to be a crow. That singing voice turned gratting. He sings his scratchy song. One day while he stills on a tree branch sun bathing, a stanger sits a the base of the tree. The white hair, tan skined stranger  becons Liam down offering some bird feed. They bond and become inseparable.
-Liam with the help of Levi, Asmo and Mammon create his witch outfit, a ceromial attire as a sign of a witch coming into their own.
-A injured long noodle like white furry insectoid is chased by royal guards through devildom lands on the steps of house of Lamentations. Liam and Mammon were about to go out for a date before encountering the creature, Mammon steps in front protecting Liam from one of its outreaching talons. It weakly drops to the ground from exhaustion. Liam feels a strange yet strong sense of familiarity from the beast, coming to a quick realization.
I do have some spicy wips too but i’ll just keep those off this bog ^^;
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(how far did you have to dig to find that post wow lol)
Anyway Lahabrea
[[Actually it wasn't that hard to find! My obsessive tagging system isn't only for forcing my followers to look at huge blocks of text they don't care abou - it's also so I can find posts when I want to go back to them without going through hundreds of pages of reblogs!
Anyway, when I saw this ask I thought this was going to be the hardest pairing to write for... but it was actually one of the easiest. At first I thought the only way to make something work was to do something Hephaistos/Azem, but I still haven't played Endwalker so I wasn't confident in my ability to write for that time period, and based on ambient spoilers it seems like Hephaistos was pretty preoccupied with his wife and child. Then I realized I didn't actually know what Lahabrea really looked like and, well...
I'm not super happy with the way this turned out, but I'm too lazy to edit it again so it's good enough.]]
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Cid | M'zhet | Lahabrea
TW: Dubious consent (implied). Nothing graphic or anything, it's just, um, sketchy as hell.
What are you drinking?” He leaned over the bar, putting his weight on his elbows. He didn’t sit down – not yet. He waited for an invitation.  
The miqo’te perched on the next barstool looked him up and down appraisingly. She didn’t even bother to hide it. Not in the mood to play coy tonight, it seemed. Maybe she had had a rough day.  
He had waited for her to notice him from across the room. And notice she did. Their eyes met and he fancied he could almost hear her thinking to herself: He’ll do. 
“That depends,” She almost purred, “What are you buying?” 
She hadn’t asked him to sit down, but she might as well have. He slid onto the plush velvet seat. This was a nicer place than usual, he noted. A classy little place where respectable people came to get less-than-respectably drunk. Was she celebrating something? Or did she just want a change of scenery? Who could say? He beckoned the bartender over. Wine seemed like it would suit the mood. He ordered something red and expensive – it wasn’t as if money meant much to him, anyway. 
He was an elezen tonight – dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes. He usually preferred hyur, but this body had been available and seemed like something she might like. Then again, her tastes were wide and varied.  
Why was he doing this again? 
It was no use asking himself the question. He didn’t have any new answers. He told himself that keeping tabs on this shard’s Warrior of Light was his business, but even he didn’t believe that. This could hardly be called business.  
Maybe it was because she made him feel the echo of something he hadn’t felt in a long time: interest. How long had it been since he was really interested in something? Detachment had been second nature to him for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like.  
And she was interesting for a mortal, at least in some ways. In others she was almost offensively average. And yet there were times she almost seemed… familiar, somehow. Perhaps it was because she was a Warrior of Light. He’d seen plenty of Warriors on plenty of shards; he could hardly be blamed if they all started to blend together. If nothing else, though, she was interesting because of how interested Hydaelyn seemed to be in her. She had expended quite a lot of power to protect her from the might of the Ultima Weapon, after all. With her strength already waning, he couldn’t help but wonder why she had risked exhausting what little of her power remained on this Warrior of Light. 
The bartender returned with two glasses of wine, and he offered one to her. She accepted it with thanks and took a sip, though her gaze never left his. His own traced along the features of her face with which he had become so well-acquainted – her dark eyelashes over her mismatched eyes, the swoop of her bangs across her forehead, the gentle curve of her lips. He smiled, and she smiled back. 
The first time had been an accident, of course. Entirely improvised. It had been shortly after he had possessed one of her colleagues, Thancred, but before he had been able to manufacture a pretense for the man’s absence. He had, of course, watched his vessel closely enough to confidently impersonate him, at least for a short time. He had planned to slowly withdraw from the Scions, until his presence would no longer be missed. A contingency he had not prepared, however, for was Thancred being seized by the Warrior of Light herself and all-but dragged to a dive bar outside of Ul’dah. He had been caught off guard by this turn of events and he was left with no choice but to humor her, drinking and laughing (or at least pretending to) until the early hours of the morning. Fortunately, he doubted she would be able to remember the night clearly enough to recall if he had said or done anything out of character. His grand plan had also failed to account for being pulled into her sleeping chambers upon their return to the Waking Sands, and into bed with her. He had no way of knowing if this behavior was typical and expected or not. He had never seen it happen before, but that didn’t necessarily mean it hadn’t. He was a busy man, after all. So, he had decided in the moment to just… play along.  
It had certainly been a novel experience. 
“So,” He said in the elezen’s low, smooth voice. “Are you here waiting for a friend?” 
She twirled the stem of her wineglass between her fingers. Always so fidgety. “More like looking for one.” 
“Well,” He set his own wine glass back on the bar. “I’d be happy to keep you company while you look.” 
The second time had been… less excusable. 
After the debacle that was Ultima – curse Hydaelyn for her interference! – he had needed time to formulate a new plan. And while he devised his next strategy, he had had little else to do but keep tabs on the Warrior of Light and her companions. 
It was during this time that he had begun to recognize a pattern to her behavior. On a semi-regular basis, usually when she had quarreled with a compatriot or was otherwise upset about something or other, she would seek out an establishment that sold alcohol and spend several hours there, eventually leaving with someone else. A different person each time.  
Having been expelled from the body of Thancred, he had been forced to seek out a new host, presumably yet unknown to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and in his idleness he had begun to wonder… 
Would she even notice? 
She would not, it turned out. At least, she hadn’t yet. And that had been half a dozen times ago, give or take. It had become a fun little game to amuse himself with while he waited for wheels to turn. No round was ever quite the same, and he never used the same guise twice. He tried to vary his selections; different appearances, different origins, different genders. Recently he’d begun branching out into different races, as well (though they might as well all be the same to him). The other unsundered had always nagged him about the frequency with which he discarded his vessels, to which he usually responded that it was hardly his fault these fragments were so breakable and so boring. Not everyone’s scheme could include the industrialized production of clones like Emet-Selch’s did. In the event he hadn’t assumed a new vessel since the last time, though, projecting a different appearance was a small feat for an Ancient of Lahabrea’s caliber.  
He tried a different tact in each iteration, partly to avoid arousing her suspicion and partly because it made the game more interesting. He wasn’t always successful – sometimes she was only in the mood for drinking, other times there was another patron than interested her more than he did, which he found annoying. Once he had even said something that offended her for some reason. He couldn’t remember what it was. Did it really matter? 
She was watching him thoughtfully over the lip of her wineglass. She had half-emptied the glass already. He wondered if that was all it would take tonight. But when she opened her mouth, it wasn’t to invite him somewhere more private. 
“Have we met before? You seem familiar for some reason.” 
The question surprised him, but he didn’t lose his cool, didn’t miss a beat. 
“I shouldn’t think so. You don’t seem like the sort one would have an easy time forgetting,” 
Her grin took on a sly tilt. “Careful. With talk like that one might start to think you’re getting me drunk with ulterior motives,” 
Internally, he sighed with relief, though he didn’t let it touch his face. Instead, he gave her a coy smile and picked up his wineglass for another sip. “Perish the thought! I would hate for you to think me so ungentlemanly,” 
He probably should have stopped after one of her cohorts killed Nabriales. It was no small feat to kill an Ascian, even a sundered soul like his. In fact, he hadn’t even thought the mortals capable of it. Somehow, though, that only made things more interesting. It added the tiniest hint of danger to his little game, and he found he enjoyed it all the more. He had little real cause to worry, of course. Nabriales had been the architect of his own demise.  
Even so, after the last round he had sworn to himself he wouldn’t do it again. 
And had known with unshakeable certainty that he would. 
She set her now empty wineglass on the bar. She had shifted to face him more fully, and he might have missed the way she leaned ever so slightly inward had he not been looking for it. 
“Would you like another glass?” 
She considered it for a moment, or at least pretended to. “Please.” 
“Of course,” He ordered another glass and waited until the barkeep’s errand had taken him safely out of earshot. 
“You know,” he said, surveying her as she had him earlier. “I don’t believe I’ve given you my name.” 
Her lips quirked in a way that he found for some reason endearing. “I don’t believe I’ve asked you for it,” 
He raised his eyebrows in amusement and opened his mouth to respond with some quip or other when he felt someone tap his shoulder. 
He turned in his seat, a bit irritated by the interruption, to see a young Midlander with brooding grey eyes. “May I have a word?”  
He had never seen the man before, but he would recognize his brother anywhere. 
Oh dear. 
How was he going to explain this little caper? He wondered. His previous justifications had barely convinced him, so they certainly wouldn’t convince the Emissary. 
Ah, well. He was sure he would think of something. 
He was, after all, Lahabrea: Speaker of the Convocation. 
Okay in all seriousness this is definitely the most off-the-wall ship I was sent this round. I don't think it would happen, and if it did it would be a total shit-show. It's not necessarily because Lahabrea's a villain - there are of compelling villains ships out there. It's because he's both a villain and not Rhiki's type. He's braggadocios, megalomaniacal, and patronizing (and if there's one connecting thread between all of my characters it's that none of them would up with being condescended to by A Man.) And, for what it's worth, there's not really anything for Lahabrea to like about Rhiki. As an Ascian he's never portrayed as having any interest in or sympathy for mortals. The most any hyur, miqo'te, elezen, etc. could ever aspire to be to Lahabrea is "useful." To be honest, he doesn't really even seem to have any affection for his fellow ascians, though I'm aware there's something of a canonical reason for that. ARR really struggled with creating compelling antagonists, so Lahabrea (and most of the other villains) are painted as just... cartoonishly evil. I'm sure that he's given a lot more pathos in the Pandaemonium raid series, but I haven't played it yet so I can't speak to how well the original Lahabrea would have gotten along with Rhiki/Rhiki's Azem. Really, if you cut out all of the enw backstory, the above is really the only angle I could really see having any legs (as slimy and terrible as those legs are.) In realizing that I didn't know what Lahabrea actually looked like, I also realized that Rhiki has no idea what the real Lahabrea looks like. When I went over all of the times the WoL actually encounters Lahabrea, it dawned on me that the only time Rhiki sees him without his mask... he's Thancred, which is where the idea came from. (TBF to both of them I don't think ARR Rhiki would have had sex with Thancred no matter how shitfaced she was lol. This is just for the sake of exploring the possibilities.) Whether or not Rhiki actually found out about Lahabrea's body-hopping shenanigans is up for debate. I don't necessarily see how she would unless he or Elidibus told her. Lahabrea doesn't seem like he would have any motivation or opportunity to tell her. Elidibus might, if only to make it harder for Lahabrea to do anything stupid that might jeopardize their mission in the future. Obviously, Rhiki would not be pleased to learn this. I don't think any relationship the two of them could have could possibly change the trajectory of the story. The relationship isn't necessarily... romantic in nature. And I doubt there's anything about Rhiki that would make Lahabrea fall so head over heels for her that he would abandon his plans to resurrect Zodiark, which inevitably involves her death. Rhiki has no feelings for Lahabrea (except maybe anger, if she ever found out) but even if she did, she doesn't really have the opportunity to spare his life, since it's Thordan VII that ultimately kills him. BUT this was still a very fun thought experiment! I still apologize for everything that's happened above this point in the post, though. ^^;
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The Number Lads on the Lam
Continuing the Wrong Jedi Arc!! Elevensies has made some questionable decisions, but Sixes seems to be helping? Will it be enough? I don't know (I know) but you all get to meet the Noodle Grannies!!! Or... one of them!!! Once again, they are OCs created by myself and my dear friend @23-bears to supplement our little corner of Star Wars. They are wonderful, please enjoy them.
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Warnings: None, just suspense
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Elevensies lowered his arm after sending their coordinates to the commander. He sat back against the wall next to Commander Tano and breathed out a sigh of relief. They could stay put for now. They’d found an old street vendor’s cart in an alley on the way to Little Sriluur, and it was big enough to hide them both if they put it between them and the street.
“Did he say who was picking us up?” she asked.
“Um, he said a very tall togruta woman named Saleha,” he answered. “That’s all I got.”
The commander seemed ot relax a little. “Togruta, huh? Okay…”
They sat in silence for a while before he asked, “What happened to you? In the base?”
She shook her head, curling up a little tighter where she sat. She looked so young… not much younger than Elevensies was—physically anyway. “I… don’t know. I didn’t do any of it, though! I didn’t kill that prisoner. Or those clones…”
“Then who did, do you think?”
She signed. “I’m not sure. They think I choked her–the prisoner, Letta. But she didn’t act like that! You know?” She looked at him. He shrugged. “She didn’t… when you’re choking, all your brain can do is try to free you, like grabbing at your throat, even when there’s nothing there, and… she never did that. She grabbed her chest, like… like…” She demonstrated, still trying to find the words she wanted.
“Like cardiac arrest?” he offered. It was the only reason he could remember learning that might make someone grab at their chest like that.
Tano’s face lit up. “Yes! Like that!” Then she slumped again. “Not like it’ll help. It’s still just speculation. I don’t even know who dropped that keycard outside my cell if it wasn’t my Master. You all have to carry one, right?”
“Not all of us have access to the cells with them, though,” he said. “Only if you’re a certain rank of experience. I’m new, so I won’t have that for a while yet. But someone more experienced inside the base would have access to all the cells.”
The commander nodded, thinking. Her blue eyes were fixed on a spot on the ground in front of her. “And… do you all have to clock in? So they know who’s where and when?”
He held up his left arm. “Our vambraces all have a specific code readout on scanners throughout the base. Everyone has them, but ours are used to track us.”
She nodded again, raising a hand to drum her fingers on her chin. “So… if someone stole armor–or just the bracer, even, they could slip in undetected.”
Elevensies stared at her, a chill racing down his spine at the prospect of an intruder on the RMB. “Ye-yeah,” he said, forcing his voice to cooperate. “I guess that’s true.”
Commander Tano raised her own comm, dialing a frequency quickly. “Barriss?” she asked.
“Ahsoka!” a young, high-toned voice answered, clearly relieved. “It’s so good to hear your voice. Are you alright?”
“Yes, for now. Listen, I need you to see if there’s been any suspicious activity on the RMB before I was detained. If Anakin didn’t drop that keycard for me, then there’s someone else in that base working against me.”
“Ahsoka, I don’t think–”
“And see if you can find where Letta got those nanodroids.”
Barriss sighed. “Alright. I’ll see what I can find. Stay safe. Oh, and try not to contact me on Republic channels–it’s too dangerous.” The comm went dark.
Elevensies racked his brain, trying to figure out why that named sounded so familiar. Barriss… Finally, he turned to Commander Tano. “Sorry if this is overstepping, ma’am,” he said, “but I’ve heard that name Barriss before. Who is that?”
“Barriss Offee,” the commander answered. “She’s a Padawan, like me. She’s the commander of the forty-first, under Master Luminara Unduli.” When none of those facts seemed to help, she added, “She’s Mirialan? Diamond tattoos on her face? Always keeps her head covered?”
“Oh!” Elevensies said, then clapped a hand over his mouth when he remembered they were supposed to be hiding. “Yeah,” he said, lowing his voice. “I remember her. She’s been visiting the RMB a lot lately, talking to some of the detainees, I think.”
The commander tilted her head at him, but had no time to reply. A siren sounded nearby–too close for comfort, and she bolted to her feet. “Stay here, I’ll go look.” She crept forward, peering around the cart towards the street. “Oh, great,” she muttered, and retreated. “C’mon. The civilian police are after us too, and if they’re involved, it won’t take long for anyone else with an interest in Republic credit to jump onboard too.”
Elevensies put his helmet back on and grabbed his blaster. “There’s a bounty on us?” he hissed. Oh he was so getting disciplinary actions after this was all over.
“Yeah, a sizeable one. I saw a holo of it across the street, let’s move.”
They took off at a reasonable jog, not wanting to tire themselves out more than they already were. Genetically enhanced stamina could only do so much, after all. When they made it to the end of the alley, he let the commander poke her head out, checking to see if they were in the clear. She beckoned to him behind her, and they slipped out, jogging along the dark walkway. Most people down here didn’t want to get involved in anything remotely suspicious, so they swerved to avoid them for the most part. They were still heading for Little Sriluur, where Commander Sixes had directed them, although it would take a while to get there at this rate.
A sudden burst of light and noise accompanied the arrival of a police speeder ahead of them, lights on and sirens blaring. He and Commander Tano froze, then turned right back around and ran.
They couldn’t outrun a speeder–even a Jedi couldn’t do that forever, but they would sure try.
Without warning, a second speeder arrived, barreling down the skylane towards the police. What looked like a giant stun ring shot out from its nose and hit the police speeder dead-on. The police vehicle shuddered, then promptly fell out of the sky, the sirens and lights cutting off abruptly as it plummeted.
He and the commander had frozen again.
The new speeder was all black, but they got a glimpse of a beautiful bird-like creature painted on its top as it turned to pull up beside them. The window rolled down, and a togruta woman leaned over the passenger seat to look at them.
“Hello, my dears,” she said. “I’m Saleha. Sixes said you needed help?”
“Yes, ma’am!” he replied, mainly on reflex.
“Well, get in. The police will have their comms working in no time, and after that, this place will be swarming.”
Commander Tano wasted no time hopping into the passenger seat, and Elevensies followed suit, almost falling into the backseat as Saleha started flying before he was fully situated.
“Thank you so much, Saleha,” Commander Tano said. “My name is Ahsoka Tano. That’s Elevensies.”
The older woman nodded, glancing up in the mirror at Elevensies. “You are very trusting, Ahsoka. Luckily, that is not be a bad thing right now.” Now they were relatively safe, Elevensies took the time to assess their rescuer.
She was large, although it was difficult to see how tall she truly was when they were all in the speeder. Her skin was a warm red-orange, and her montrals and lekku were striped a rich fuschia color. Her hands gripping the steering apparatus were strong, but wrinkled and lined, and covered in gold rings and bracelets. In the lights as they flew, several piercings stood out as they glinted, including some in her lekku, which… he had not thought possible. He also recognized the traditional headband of teeth most togruta wore, including Commander Tano.
“You wear nice trophies, Ahsoka,” Saleha remarked, as if she had overheard his train of thought. “You must be quite the little warrior.”
Commander Tano reached up to brush her fingers over the teeth. “Thank you. I… guess I am, huh?”
“Most Jedi are, I’m told,” Saleha said. She had a low voice, but it was soothing. “But what could you have done to have the entire Guard coming after you?”
“I didn’t do anything,” she said. “I… they think I killed people. A lot of people. And I wouldn’t! I couldn’t! It is not the Jedi way to kill without reason or provocation, or without seeking out every possible way around it.”
The old togruta nodded, taking a turn a little sharply. They were into Little Sriluur now, he recognized the disproportionate numbers of weequay on the streets. “I believe you,” Saleha said. “You are a warrior, not a killer.”
“You just met–”
“I am a spectacular judge of character,” she said, cutting off the protest. “And I have been doing it for a very long time.”
The commander couldn’t argue with that, so she sat back in her seat, folding her arms. Saleha looked up in the mirror at Elevensies.
“You would not happen to be part of that delightful little group of clone troopers Sixes got dragged into?” she asked, a smile on her face.
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’m number one.”
“Very good. I’m glad to meet you.”
They rode in silence for a few more minutes, then the speeder slowed and finally just hovered in the air while a door in the side of a building opened for them. They pulled into the space, the speeder slowly came down onto a series of supports made for it, and Saleha shut it off.
“There we are, my dears,” she said. “Welcome to Sun's Noodle Bar.”
They got out and followed her through a door into the main part of the building, arriving first in a stairway. Saleha started downwards, holding the railing always, and they followed her still.
“This is my restaurant,” she explained. “My wife and I own it, she’s upstairs. But down here…” She paused, entering an access code for a door at the bottom of the stairs. “Here is the Clubhouse.”
They followed the towering woman (now Elevensies could tell she was about seven feet tall not including the horns) into a short hallway, then into a cozy sitting room. The walls were a warm tan color, a string of mismatched lights hung over one wall, and a massive couch and pair of arm chairs seemed to be calling out to his aching feet. There was a small kitchen to their right as they entered, spotlessly clean, and a massive slyyyg plush sat in the far corner, next to a round bean bag chair. A pair of tooka cats, one brown and striped, one black, were curled up on the chair.
“You must try to keep this place a secret,” Saleha said, folding her hands. “The commanders would be most upset if they thought everyone knew about their little safe haven.”
Commander Tano looked at him, and he shrugged. “Which commanders?” she asked.
“Oh, the commanders who stay here,” the woman answered. “Nero, Bacara, Sixes, and Thire.”
Elevensies almost choked on his next breath. “Commander Thire?” Oh, he was so dead after all of this. When Saleha looked at him, puzzled, he managed, “He’s… he’s my commander…”
“Well, then we’ll make extra sure not to tell anyone,” Commander Tano said, putting a hand on his shoulder bell. “Right?”
“Yep,” he agreed weakly.
Another door on the far side of the room opened suddenly, and a pair of troopers burst in. The universe must be playing tricks on him, Elevensies thought, because this just was not fair.
It was Commander Thire. Because of course it was him. It was Commander Thire and a 104th trooper Elevensies thought he should recognize, but all his mental energy was currently being put towards not keeling over.
“Okay, what the ever-loving kriff is Sixes playing at?” his commander demanded as soon as the door was closed behind them. The outburst made the tookas jump to their spindly legs and fluff their tails. The brown one bolted behind the bean bag chair, while the black one tried to burrow deeper into it.
“Hello to you, too, Thire,” Saleha said stiffly, clearly unhappy with his attitude.
Commander Thire tore his helmet off, forced a smile, and said, “Hi, Saleha, it’s nice to see you. Excuse me, I’m in a crisis.” Then he turned on Elevensies, pointing. “You. You are an idiot.”
“I am aware of that, sir,” he replied quietly.
“He’s helping me!” Commander Tano said, rising to his defense for some unknown reason. “It’s more than anyone else has done so far.”
“That is because you are wanted on suspicion of bombing the Temple, murdering a suspect in Republic custody, killing at least five clones, and resisting arrest when we attempted to detain you, Commander!”
“I didn’t hurt anyone!” she shot back.
Commander Thire took a step towards her. “And how is anyone supposed to believe that when the first thing you did was break out of your jail cell and run?” Elevensies had never seen him this angry.
“Thire!” Saleha’s low voice boomed when she put it to good use. The commanders both tensed, but they did shut up. “Thire, sit down,” she told him, pointing to one of the armchairs. “Ahsoka, sit down.” She pointed to the couch. “Be civilized.”
The Jedi and clone commanders eyed each other warily, but they followed her directions. Elevensies was liking and respecting this Saleha woman more and more the longer he knew her.
“Elevensies,” she said, “take a seat as well.” She gestured to three barstools that stood near the kitchen counter. “And you, my dear, I’m afraid I didn’t get your name.” She was looking at the 104th trooper.
The trooper took his helmet off. “Uh, it’s Loops, ma’am, don’t worry about it.”
Elevensies took his own helmet off, realizing he hadn’t yet, and offered a smile as Loops came over to join him on the barstools. “What are you doing here?” he whispered, watching Saleha take a seat in the largest armchair and start a dialogue between the two commanders.
“Commander Thire grabbed me. Made some excuse to Commander Wolffe, and just grabbed me.”
“How did he know about all this?”
“The commander told him, I guess?” Loops hazarded. It was understood amongst the Numbers that any vague reference to “the commander” was to Commander Sixes.
Elevensies nodded. “Must be. I commed him first thing, I didn’t know what to do.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t either if I suddenly decided to help a fugitive.”
He shrank into his armor a bit. “Yeah… pretty stupid, huh?”
Loops made a slight face. “I mean… it’s not the smartest thing I’ve ever heard someone do, no. But, I bet Sevenset’ll get a kick out of it. Once no one’s dead.”
“Yeah,” he agreed weakly. He was exhausted, but the conversation in front of him made it impossible to rest his eyes. There was too much to learn.
The conversation had already started by the time he tuned back in. Commander Tano had her arms crossed and was glaring at the commander in the chair. Said commander was leaning forward, one hand planted firmly on the arm of his chair, leaving the other free to gesture as he needed.
“What do you mean, an intruder in the base?” Commander Thire demanded.
“I mean it’s not hard to steal armor if you’re good enough,” the young commander explained. “Elevensies told me that your vambraces work to track an individual signal throughout the base. Well, if someone had stolen a vambrace or an entire suit of armor, they could walk around undetected as an intruder, couldn’t they?”
Elevensies curled in on himself when his commander glared at him. But, Saleha raised an eyebrow at him, and he didn’t say anything. He turned back to Tano. “Theoretically, yes, that is possible,” he said, like the act of agreeing with her was physically straining.
“And Anakin told me he didn’t drop that access card in front of my cell,” she furthered, lifting her chin. “Commander Fox never even let him in to see me. So who was helping me?”
“Yes, who was, ma’am?” Commander Thire shot back.
“I don’t know!”
Saleha cleared her throat, and they both relented slightly, leaning back a little. “Ahsoka is telling the truth, Thire. You can see that, yes?”
“She’s a Jedi, she can say whatever–”
“I can tell she is telling the truth!” the old togruta cut him off viciously. “I think four decades of work in the criminal systems of Coruscant gives me slightly more experience than you, does it not, Thire?”
Commander Thire pressed his lips together, a flicker of something not angry appearing in his face before he nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Saleha nodded. She looked back to the Jedi. “Is there anything else you want to tell us about this investigation?”
She opened her mouth, closed it, then sat up again. “Yes. Elevensies mentioned that Barriss Offee had been visiting the cells on the RMB frequently over the past few days, and that’s been bothering me.”
“Bothering you how?” Commander Thire asked.
“Well, Barriss and I have known each other for years, and she’d told me before I left for Cato Nemoidia that she was going to start taking more shifts in the Halls of Healing.”
“And?”
“I don’t know, but something is off,” the young commander said. “I can feel it. And that means something!” There was a short silence before Commander Tano shifted in her seat and asked, “So… will you help me?”
The commander looked at her, his temper quieter from earlier, but still very present. Then he looked over at Saleha, who was still looking at him with great expectation, and eventually, he sighed, bringing both hands up to rub his eyes. “Maker help me, Sixes is never gonna let me hear the end of this,” he muttered. Then he looked up. “Fine. Fine, I’ll… I’ll keep the Guard off your head tails as best as I can.”
Saleha’s face softened. “And I will do what I can as a citizen of the Republic fully aware of my rights to keep them out of this property, should they realize you’re here,” she said.
“Thank you,” Commander Tano said. “All of you,” she added, glancing over to where Elevensies and Loops sat on their stools.
That brought Commander Thire’s attention over to him. He blinked at him, and Elevensies started bracing for a tirade, but then he recognized it wasn’t anger on his face. He wasn’t sure what it was.
“Elevens, you deactivated the locator in your belt, right?”
Shit.
Saleha stood up, turning to him. “You have a locator?”
He nodded, his mouth gone dry, his heart pounding in his ears. He gripped his helmet tighter in his lap.
“Is it off?” his commander asked, standing as well.
He shook his head once, trying very hard to breathe evenly. He had just messed everything up, hadn’t he? He hadn’t even thought to deactivate the locator because he’d never needed to do that before! His CO’s had always stressed to them to keep them on, no matter what, so they could be found on patrol. Now they were all going to get in trouble, and it was all because–
A gentle hand on his shoulder jolted him out of his spiraling thoughts. It was Loops.
“Hey, you still with us?” he asked quietly. “Breathe.”
Had he stopped breathing? He let out his breath, then took another too quickly. He might have stopped.
“You’re fine, kid,” Commander Thire said. “We’ll deal with it. Just get up and turn around so I can deactivate it, okay?”
The orders were welcome. He could follow them without thinking too much. He slid off the stool, still clutching his helmet, and turned his back, allowing his commander access to the small cylinder at the back of his belt.
Behind him, he heard Saleha’s low voice. “Ahsoka? Come with me. Chances are they will be here sooner than later, and stalling is a wonderful tactic.” They left the room, Saleha’s jewelry jingling.
“All set.”
He turned back around to face his commander. “Sorry, sir,” he offered meekly.
The commander sighed again, putting one hand on his hip and rubbing his forehead with the other. “You’re lucky Sixes likes you, kid. And you’re lucky Sixes and I know Saleha. Keep that in mind.”
He nodded.
Commander Thire tipped his head towards the bean bag chair in the corner, still supporting one of the tookas. “Rest your eyes for a bit, trooper. It’s been a long night, and it’s not getting any shorter.”
“Yessir,” he said, trying to hide his utter relief at the prospect of rest. “What about the uh…” He pointed to the black lump of cat.
“Oh, that’s just Ballistic Noodles.” He walked over to the blob of a chair, holding his gloved hand out to the cat. Loops and Elevensies followed, mostly out of pure curiosity. “She’s fine, it's Sixes' little menace you wanna watch out for,” the commander said as the cat began rubbing her face against his hand. “C’mon, Bella,” he said, reaching down and scooping the cat out of the chair into his arms, holding her like one might a small baby.
The cat settled immediately, a quiet rumble emanating from her. Elevensies raised a hand, then stopped, looking to the commander. He nodded encouragingly, and he offered his hand to the creature. She sniffed it delicately, then nudged it gently.
“Have a seat,” Commander Thire told him.
Elevensies did so, sinking into the chair a bit further than expected. He struggled to get into a comfortable position, but he found one. The brown cat emerged from behind the chair, looking disgruntled its hideout had been compromised. It trotted across the room to the couch and hopped onto it, curling up at one end.
“Put your helmet down.”
He was a little confused, but he did so, letting it fall a short distance to the rug. Then, to his surprise, the commander stepped up and carefully lowered the black tooka cat onto him. He sort of froze, completely unsure of what to do. The cat rumbled on, rubbing her cheeks against his chest plate as she walked all over him, her little claws clicking on the plastoid. Eventually, she settled next to him, her back end on the bean bag, and her front end on his lap, her scaly toes curling and uncurling rhythmically.
“She’ll keep you there for a while,” the commander said. “Loops, keep ‘im company, make sure he gets some rest.”
Loops sat down on the rug next to him, also reaching out and letting Ballistic sniff him. “Will do, sir.”
They sat in silence for a while, Ballistic rumbling away on his lap. Loops had moved on to scratching the top of her wide head between her ears, but Elevensies was still rather uncertain what to do with this animal on him. He did like it, though. Her rumbling was soothing, and the bean bag was very comfortable, even in armor. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he felt his head nodding. As much as he tried to shake off encroaching sleep, he knew it was pointless. The commander had told him to get some rest… He was just following orders….
-scene break-
Elevensies awoke some unknown amount of time later, and Bella was still curled up in his lap, although she had switched sides. She was awake like him, and looking over to the doorway, where Saleha stood, talking very firmly to someone there.
“No, I am certain your missing Padawan is not in my home or my place of business,” she said. “And you have no jurisdiction to enter either, Master Jedi.”
He tensed, glancing around in a hurry, and finding Loops kneeling beside him. Had he moved at all?
Loops put a finger over his lips, then leaned over to whisper. “Skywalker’s here,” he said. “But he’s not getting past Saleha without her permission. Commander Thire went to circle around and meet them outside, throw them off the scent.”
Elevensies nodded. They couldn’t be seen from outside the door in this corner, and that made him feel much better. Last he recalled, Commander Fox and Captain Rex were with Skywalker, and he didn’t want to see either of them right now. Especially Commander Fox…
“So we just stay here?” he whispered back.
Loops nodded, reaching over to stroke Bella’s head. She stretched up into it, beginning to rumble again.
“The only other togruta in this building, aside from whatever customers are upstairs,” Saleha went on, “would be my grandchild Ashla, who is staying with me and my wife while she completes her study abroad courses here on Coruscant.”
The only thing audible from Skywalker’s response was, “Are you seriously–” and then he lowered his voice again. There was a jumble of voices outside that sounded like clones after that, which probably meant Commander Thire had arrived.
At any rate, Saleha gave a brief, “Good night, gentlemen,” before letting the door slide closed. She turned to the two of them. “They have gone for now. Loops, would you please check on Ahsoka?”
“Of course,” Loops answered, standing up and walking away towards the hallway from which Elevensies had first entered.
“Are you feeling better after your nap?” Saleha asked him, a quiet smile on her face.
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
Loops reappeared in the doorway. “Ma’am? We have a problem. The commander… isn’t here.”
-scene break-
high fives: why’d she have to be skywalker’s padawan
high fives: ahsoka is WAY too good at running away from the consequences of her actions
CrispyDomino: wish she could teach you a few things?
high fives: YOU ARE LITERALLY LOOKING FOR HER WITH ME SHUT THE HELL UP
RedBoiiiii: she’s still in the wind??? seriously????
Double Trouble: impressive!!
Loopy: oh, she’s so good at this because she’s skywalker’s padawan??
Loopy: is that who I need to curse??
#1 Boy: Hey trees?
high fives: aren’t you both supposed to be searching for her??
Loopy: yeah we are
Leafs: Elevensies?
Loopy: What, we can’t text and run at the same time?
#1 Boy: has commander offee been with your legion recently?
Leafs: No, Commander Offee is studying at the Temple currently, why?
#1 Boy: oh, I was just curious! ^_^
#1 Boy: she’s been visiting the RMB a lot lately, and I guess she’s friends with Tano?
d0nut man: does skywalker train his padawan to be the opposite of a law-abiding citizen?
CrispyDomino: i can neither confirm or deny that
high fives: yes
CrispyDomino: well then
Double Trouble: you know… i’ve heard that line of Jedi called the Disaster Lineage
RedBoiiii: ACCURATE!!!!
high fives: I HATE HOW ACCURATE IT IS
And thus the story continues.... I hope Saleha and Ballistic Noodles amused people lol @mercurydancer @23-bears @theultimatesandwich @darth-void @nintendolover13 @rndmpeep If you want to be tagged, let me know! Thanks for reading!
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HAPPY KEME DAY!!!!! KEESES FOR U AND KEME <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 for the details about ocs: ✈️, 🎮, 🎶, 🔶, 🐷, 🤍, 😞, 🤒 <3 <3 <3 <3
HAPPY KEME DAY JO !!!!!! KEESES FOR UUUUU FROM ME & KEME 💞💞💞
send me oc asks for keme's birthday !
✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?
keme likes traveling ! he likes to get out of the house & do activities, however, he very much IS someone who depletes if he spends too long away from an environment that he finds familiar. 
🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?
COOKING, obviously. gardening !!!! & tending to his horse, spending time with his horse, riding his horse. if he could spend all day with his horse he would <3
🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?
keme is the type to have a whole zipper case of cassettes in his truck & will yank it out to flick through, fumbling around with this... strange precision to find the one he's looking for, and toss it into ur lap so that u can be in charge of putting it in. he's not a fan of most online music libraries (he doesnt really USE his mobile phone a lot for anything other than communication so…). & yeah ! he does listen to music often, it occupies his mind. he enjoys dancing, & can be found humming or whistling a tune whenever he's working in the kitchen or on the ranch. he also has a very nice voice.
as for the kind of music he listens to, i KNOW he listens to chris isaak & bruce springsteen & kate bush. i also think he would listen to the mountain goats & deftones ! 
🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise?
keme knows cpr. i think he would've taken a class at some point bc he was interested & bc it might help save someone while he was working. 
his other medical expertise is extended towards the first aid & care of ranch animals & the like. however, he knows how to staunch a wound & is pretty calm around blood & gore. 
🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?
HORSES <3 KEME IS THE ALL-TIME HORSE GIRL <3
🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?
trying to recall some of keme's more neutral/questionable traits has been SO difficult bc i am SOOO in love with him & even if he is so aloof & unforthcoming to the point that it will make you wanna rip your hair out, it only makes me wanna twirl my hair at him more. im obsessed. 
on that note, & a bit contrary to those two aforementioned traits of his, keme savors experiences, especially new ones: going to new places, participating in new activities, meeting new people. the latter is something he especially likes to savor and thus, can come on a little strong, even while remaining his strange sort of… aloof, distant, etc. he's kind of… intense. the sort of person to hold eye contact through your entire conversation, speak at a level volume & ask an immense amount of questions. & like, this isnt really… QUESTIONABLE, but i think it's neutral, not necessarily positive or negative bc i think for some people that could be. strange, or uncomfortable, while others that could be a good indication that he's interested in what they have to say (he is.) or who they are. 
😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?
keme attracts others rather easily, though, he is rather emotionally distant towards strangers & most acquaintances, & for some people that wards them off, while others just think he's even MORE attractive for it. 
🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily?
no. he never gets sick. if he ever were to become sick, it would have to be by something otherworldly & it would hit him like a ton of bricks bc he's never had the chance to really. like experience it for himself. (DONT MIND ME. JUST. IMAGINING MAKING HIM SOUP & BRUSHING HIS HAIR AWAY FROM HIS FACE & &&-)
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