Heyo! This blog is about my rants and feelings, if you don't like anything, sorry not my problem, keep scrolling. Feel free to ask anything! PS. a lot of TMI.
Hello! I'm BINX, y'all can call me Oliver or Olly, I'm a soon to be trans FtM (waiting to get away from my family since they hate trans people). I love mechanics, coding, drawing, and writing about just my thoughts and more.
I like weed (edibles)
I vape
I'm broke af 😔
Big buff sweaty men are my favorite
I listen to NSFW audios
Masterbating is my past time
No testosterone yet (sad hours)
Master list-
There will be NSFW (Anything with NSFW content will be labeled so stay away from that if you don't want to read/see that.)
OC rambles-
Old Buck
Part 1 | Part 2 |
Angel's Annoyance
Part 1 |
OC x reader stories-
Out of order: Prologue
Fandoms
Hollow Knight Genshin Impact Honkai Star Rail
Zenless Zone Zero Wuthering Waves Forsaken
Pressure Dandy's world Demon Slayer
Searching for a World That Doesn't Exist
The Freak Circus Cookie run kingdom Minesweeper plus
ERSATZ Jujutsu Kaisen Delicious in Dungeon
Gachiakuta Witch Hat Atelier
OC's I might write for
(same color [not white] means related in a way)
Harrow- a massive chubby knight who is terrified of women.
Kage- a shadow beast that wears the armor of his dead self.
Buck- a tired, old, cowboy who's in debt and needs therapy
Travis- reason Buck is in debt, also needs therapy, gambler
Damiel- schizophrenic half Angel who believes pain is pure
Nyx- ex-cultist, old man, wants to fix his relationship with his son
Mourn- ghost pirate, needs relationship counseling and a soul
Misha- big russian man, his leg aches all the time, needs alcohol
Ze- cannibalistic, post-apocalyptic leader, needs a cure
Arlo- old cowboy who is literally the sweetest thing on Earth
Bro, so I watched the new video that ThatMob posted about Verity and omg. Verity please, I'll keep you forever bro, idc that it's a little ball, please Verity just one chance
Well, I don't really have any official merch (everything is really just cheap knockoffs 😭). Anyways, my sister had bought me a shirt a while ago, and I love it since it's comfortable and I like the design. Turns out it was a Stranger Things shirt, Hell's Club or some shit like that, I've never watched Stranger things but I like it
Bro my vape broke a few days ago, and idk why but I bought one off temu because shit it was cheap and funny, not actually expecting one to show up but holy hell it did. Thank you temu 😭✌️
Well to be fair, they'd all probably would hate me because I fucked them all up real good. I can think of a few who might hold a grudge but not really like hate.
Nyx would try and be a therapist and understand my side, Damiel would probably freak out or some shit, he might actually think I'm his god, he's a weird freak.
Harrow would just cry. Misha is indifferent, he couldn't care at all. Buck def would hate my guts, same with Ace and Kage.
"Harrow! You're a giant knight with a massive sword! Why did you just pay them off?!" They practically squeal as he secures the small pouch of coins on his hip.
"You should know by now I don't like conflict," he sighs, shoulders dropping as his shoulders drop at their glare. "Please don't look at me like that."
"Right then," the blacksmith that trouble maker stole from spoke. "Pleasure doing business with a civil man. Now tell your...friend? to keep their hands to theirself."
The only response in return is a groan of annoyance and the impatient huff of a horse as it trots off in the distance.
"I apologize again for the trouble," he dips his head in a small bow.
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"Harrow~ Can you explain peacocks to me again? I feel like I got a bit confused," they chirp while feeding the fire, the bright flames flickering as it eats the fire.
"Really? What got turned around?" He questions, pulling his helmet off as resting it in his lap as he tilts his head.
"Well the whole females being the protector of eggs and the males being the pretty one," the murmur while sitting down on their bedroll.
"Really? Well it's just biology, I guess, males evolved to attract females, bright feathers, fancy displays, many males to stay with the female and become mates," he explains.
"Did that clear anything up?" He asks, those small little wings on his head twitching as they settle the askew feathers.
"Hm, yeah, yeah," they nod while laying down and covering themselves in the warm blanket.
His eyes narrow for moment, just watching them before he stands and makes his way to his tent, stripping himself of the rest of his armor.
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Is he asleep?
Sitting up slowly, gently pushing the covers off as I stand slowly, careful not to make too much noise.
Just who the hell is this guy? He won't tell me anything.
I sigh as I creep closer to the tent, listening to his soft breathing. Gently pushing open the flap I step inside, careful not to wake him.
Grabbing the heavy chest plate, I step back out of the tent, jogging slightly back to my bedroll as I sit back down, holding the metal close.
Where the hell are you from? I've been all over the continent and I've never seen a sigil like this.
Groaning, I gently place a piece of paper over the chest plate, gently tracing the sigil with charcoal, quickly folding the paper up and tucking it into the bag.
Getting back up and sneaking back into the tent, I gently lay the breastplate back with the other armor, but while shuffling back out, I accidentally kicked his foot causing him to groan and stir.
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Groaning he pushes himself up onto his butt, sitting up as he pries his eyes open.
"Wha- wait why are you in my tent?" He asks, squinting as he looks them up and down. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah, uhm, I just thought I heard a noise," they shuffle back a bit, nearly tripping over the armor in the small space.
"A noise?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to check up on you," they try and lie, but Harrow always seemed to know whenever they were lying.
He's quiet before letting out a heavy sigh, shoulders dropping as he looks up at them from his sitting position.
"Why are you lying? Please, I won't be upset," he promises softly while shoving his blanket off his legs, already too awake to go back to sleep.
They are silent for a long time, but he doesn't dare break the silence that they are creating. Groaning they sit down, crossing their legs as they look Harrow in the eyes.
"Harrow, who are you really?" They question, already knowing his answer.
"A knight, that is all and who I am to be," he recites that same answer they've memorized.
"What province? Where do you hail from, Harrow?" They interrogate.
Harrow just stares for a moment, those black wings of the side of his head shuddering as he watches them.
"You think the female birds are the nesters, that's all wrong, males do that. You bear a sigil from a kingdom that doesn't exist. You have wings on the side of your head, now that isn't the issue, all Avian births are recorded, but no one has ever been born with black wings."
"The High Scholars would have had you locked in a research tower, dissected long before you could even walk. Who are you Harrow?"
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Still no idea where this is going to go, and honestly I might just turn this into an X reader story because it's hard for me to write it as the trouble maker being another person. Idk why 😭✌️ (I'll go back and edit the chapters if I make it an X reader)
(Harrow, my sweet baby knight. I am making this up as I go soo it might be trash)
CW: Near death experience? (Mentions of almost drowning)
The field has always had this still quiet, like something is missing yet nobody knows what. The tall grass sways with the cool breeze, the sun beating down on the rows of flowers, their petals and leafs arching towards the sun.
That unnatural silence is suddenly broken by a crash, heavy metal hitting the earth with a clatter. The sound of heavy coughs and retching as a man purges his guts and lungs.
He remembers pain, the ache in his lungs, the stinging pain as his lungs filled with water instead of air. The crushing pain as boulders slammed into his breast plate, his chest aching as he tried to pull his armor off, to get to the surface.
Then nothing.
He felt empty before his eyes snapped open, that ache in his lungs still there but he feels something, like the earth is hugging his armor. Air.
A breeze.
Lifting his heavy head, his helmet feeling heavier than it should as he looks around, panting as he sucks in as much air as he can.
Unlike the tunnels he remembers, there's grass, tall and swaying. The sun, bright and hot, hangs heavily in the sky.
Pushing himself up onto his knees, his gauntlets scrambling against his helm as he pulls it up and over his head, his soaking wet bangs falling into his eyes.
A shadow suddenly blocks out the harsh sun, the huffing of a horse as it stomps it's hooves. Blinking away the freezing water from his eyes, his hand reaching down to his sheath, but its empty, his sword laying a few feet away.
"Well now, I thought you were a statue," a soft voice chirps, followed by a small thump as the person dismounts the horse.
"My only two questions are, how are you wet when the nearest river is a mile away? You should have dried up by now, especially in this heat. Secondly, where did you come from?"
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That was two months ago. Harrow has come to realize, staying with this trouble maker was probably the worst thing he could have done.
"Harrow~"
He sighs heavily, shoulders dropping as he looks over his shoulder, peering through the slit of his helmet as he turns towards the voice. The heavy armor clinks as it presses on all sides of him as the sun shines into his eyes.
"Sooo, there's a few guys I might have angered. I'll pay you if you herd them off," the voice chirps as their horse huffs and stomps its hooves.
"I'll handle it," he responds, hating the conflict, but nobody else is willing to accept a knight with markings no one can read, with sigil's nobody knows.
"Thank you, my knight," they chuckle as the horse trots up next to him, allowing the small trouble maker to pet his helm, before shifting to the soft feathers of the plume.
Peacock feathers had been woven into the plume, a common bird in the area he was raised; although he's come to learn Peacocks have been extinct in this world for years, along with many other common birds.
This world really made no sense to him.
"What bird did you say these were from?" The voice leaks into his ears, grounding his wandering mind.
"Peacock. It was a common bird in the area I grew," he responds as he feels the gentle tug as they gently braid the soft feathers together.
"Never heard of them. Are they pretty like their feathers?" They ask while curling the soft strands together, making sure not to pull the feathers out.
"...Well the males are actually the pretty ones. Bright blue and green feathers, massive tail feathers that fan out like blades. The females are actually rather dull, if I remember it's a mechanic to survive, blend in and protect the young," he explains.
The braiding pauses for a moment before it resumes while they constantly braid and unbraid the feathers. "Females are typically the pretty ones. Why won't you tell me where you're from?" The pouting is obvious in their voice.
Harrow chuckles softly, shoulders shaking slightly which apparently upsets them.
"oh come on, I pay you to protect me, I feed you, the least you can do is tell me where you come from," they whine and smack his shoulder, hurting themself more in the process.
"Some things are best kept a secret," he smiles under the helmet, those little black wings he inherited from his mother fluffing up, like tiny storm clouds.
"Guhhhh! You really are an unknown knight, Harrow."
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I made this a few days ago but I finally got the effort to actually end it, even if it is short. Anyways, there might be a part 2, who knows. I'll add this to my master list in a bit.
Comparing finial sizes so closely isn’t the best idea, so I’ve heard 😮💨 makes you wonder why these geniuses did just that huh…just big and bigger finials what don’t they hear between the two of them… not a word of this tho Starscream they won’t let it slide
I actually had to think a little bit because I've never really maybe fears for my OC's 😭✌️
(warnings: abuse, mentions of death, just a lot of near death experiences)?
Anyway
Buck hates water since he can't swim, same with Misha but that's because Misha almost drowned because his gear was too heavy while he was saving a kid. Now that I'm realizing, also Harrow and Nyx, Nyx having almost drowned because of the cult and Harrow because of the war and him not knowing how to swim.
Travis doesn't really have fears, but possibly meeting his ex again who was very toxic and abused him in many ways. Damiel, this was actually a part of his lore, the voices in his head disappearing which led him to kill a doctor because they medicated him.
Kage actually is scared of knives, that's mainly because it reminds him of the guillotine that killed him years ago. Ace hates heights because he fell off a building and almost died because of that so he prefers to stay on the ground level, hell even in the basement of buildings.
