#borrowed oc

[thatoneunknowncognitohazard]

Nelly got a bit carried away lol

Thank you, @xyroni for letting me borrow Nelly for my little yuriful comic!

[crazystarxp]

From @michael-h-art’s Elementus, it’s Quarrel!

[hairymonkeyhands]

I said I felt like writing, and the muse just came along and bit me in the arse.

These are two or three different drafts, I needed something to tie them together. I now know what i want to do with the Ciaphas Cain story.

@askrobouteguilliman40k thank you for allowing P'oh to come over. The help is much appreciated.

Not AO3 worthy, some of the characters do not belong to me. So, for Tumblr only.

For your reading pleasure, I hope you enjoy it.

Iduali explored the ship. She was not used to having free access to a human vessel. But the primarch had given her and Catherine sanctuary. While they were on his ship, they were safe. But she still sought escape routes and places to hide. She was the pathfinder. She had promised Catherine that she would keep them both safe. She turned a corner and nearly walked into the last person she ever expected to see. Por'la P'oh, another t'au!

They stopped and stared at each other for what seemed like an age. Then Iduali reached out and embraced her, drawing her into a hug. Eventually, she remembered her place and broke the embrace. She bowed and signed for forgiveness.

'Forgive me, por'la P'oh, I have overstepped once again. But it has been a long time since I have seen another member of our species. I am unable to say how long. Warp travel changes the measurement of such things.'

'You remember me?' Asked P'oh.

'I do Por'la. You may well have been the last friendly face I saw before my shame.'

'You seem older, shas'la. Please, forgiveness is not necessary. No offence was taken.' Replied P'oh.

The fire warrior was older. There were lines on her face, new scars. And there was a weariness in her eyes.

'Would you like tea? I have a fresh batch prepared.' Enquired P'oh.

'Tea?' Asked Iduali, almost daring to hope. 'From the homeworld?'

'Yes. When the warp allows, I have it dispatched especially. I would like to share it with another t'au. I think you would as well.'

P'oh quarters were decorated in the t'au style, obscuring most of the human bluntness of design. They were tasteful and refined. It only made Iduali think of home and everything that was now lost to her. They knelt on either side of a low table. The tea prepared in front of them.

'My grandfather enjoyed his tea.' Said Iduali.

She raised the cup to her mouth, taking a sip, savouring the taste. It had been a long time since she had tasted this.

"I wish I could smell this. I have been forced to drink the human recaff. It does not compare favourably to tea.'

'What happened to you shas'la?' Asked P'oh.

'Call me Iduali. I can not claim to be fire caste, not anymore.'

She paused. Remembering her day of shame.

'I spoke out against the ethereals, questioning their wisdom. But I did it publicly. I used human language when I did so.'

P'oh didn't hide her surprise. She remembered Iduali using human phrases when they had met before. They were not meant for polite company.

'I remember you saying I would go too far, and I did. The fool that I was.' Continued Iduali. 'It was never spoken, but it was implied. My life was forfeit. I was expected to carry out the task myself. A good t'au would probably have accepted this, but I have never been "good." So, I ran.'

'Your uncles influence, I expect.' Said P'oh. 'Tell me about him.'

'Yes. My uncle. He was a gue'vesa. My grandfather and him were friends. They served together and saved each other's lives.'

'He had a medical condition. My uncle smelled. His body odour, people said it was strong. To some, it was overpowering. Of course, I couldn't smell anything. I think that is why he enjoyed my company. He always had time for me. He always enjoyed teaching me things. Things perhaps a young t'au shouldn't know. To pick a pocket, bypass a door lock, go for the eyes or the throat first.'

'A man of many talents.' Said P'oh. 'Perhaps not very noble talents, but still.'

P'oh continued.

'I had heard the primarch offered an alien sanctuary, alongside a human, a sister of battle. I did not know the alien was another t'au.'

'Cate.' Said Iduali. 'She is my companion. We have been fugitives together for a long time. Catherine has been avoiding the primarchs other staff. One in particular. Sister Victoria?'

'Catherine is sororitas? Is that correct? I thought she and Victoria would have much in common.'

'No, Catherine's beliefs would not be welcomed. Someone would end up getting hurt.'

Iduali put down her cup, recalling a memory.

'Catherine has been hurt in the past by those who should have loved her, her fellow sisters of battle. She bares scars from that encounter, not just physical. She does not like to sleep alone.'

'She is fortunate to have such a friend as you.'

Iduali smiled. A mischievous little grin, knowing what would happen next.

'We are not just friends, por'la. We are lovers.'

P'oh was shocked. She had read fiction and stories, but she never thought it could actually happen. How? Is it even physically possible?

'I am sorry for my reaction, I did not mean to judge.'

Iduali's smile was full and joyful. Even after all this time, the water thief could still sow a little mischief.

'It is okay, por'la. Yours is not the worst reaction we have received. Catherine once beat a catachan unconscious because he said something unpleasant about our relationship.'

It would be impolite to ask further. But P'oh was curious despite herself. And judging my Iduali's grin, she was enjoying the moment.

'Is that possible? Physically?' Enquired P'oh.

'It is. But a little adaptation is required. Human hair was one such thing to get used to.'

'Hair? How so?'

'They do not just have hair on their heads, por'la. It is everywhere. Including intimate places.'

P'oh had never thought of that before. The fiction she read didn't mention it.

Iduali sipped at her tea again.

'Catherine is the reason we were offered sanctuary. The Lord Primarch called her the last barer of the imperial truth. It is complicated, I think.'

P'oh considered what she knew about human beliefs. Complicated did not even begin to describe it. But barer of the imperial truth? What could that possibly mean?

'But we cannot stay indefinitely. The primarchs protection only extends so far. The inquisition can tolerate you, perhaps. But Catherine? I don't think so.'

'Where will you go?' Asked P'oh.

'My original plan, perhaps? O'shovah.' Said Iduali. 'If we could get to the enclaves, maybe we could seek sanctuary. But that seems further away than ever.'

'If you can't reach the enclaves? What will you do then?'

'We will run. We have been running for a long time. But we can not run forever. T'au and human life spans are not equal. I fear what will happen to Catherine when I am gone.'

'I was right before. She is fortunate to a friend like you, to care so deeply. You are the water thief, spreading your mischief. But you are also the pathfinder, guiding others forward. I would also like to call you friend, if you are agreeable.'

'I would like that por'la P'oh.

[ofsilentthings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Mature, M/M, Micolash/OC Male Hunter (AFAB)

Luce, a Hunter, is reminded every day that he's a foreigner and he doesn't belong. But when he enters the Nightmare of Mensis, he realises that there is more than one way to be understood.

(This is a gift fic for Wizzy using their OC hunter, Luce. Thanks for being on Team Micolash [and team Bloodborne]! Check out their twitter and tumblr @gamchawizzy )

[phoebe-of-ivalice]

I must admit, I can't explain…

Any of these thoughts racin' through my brain.

It's true.

But, baby, I'm howlin' for you.

Bunny boy dress up time for my partner’s oc. No, I’m most certainly not a simp… not at all… 👀

[solesurvivorkat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry: New Dawn Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Sarah Rook lives a lonely life, until one Christmas when she saves an unconscious Jacob Seed's life. Through a misunderstanding, his family is told that Sarah is Jacob's fiancée. Jacob's brother John is suspicious of this 'supposed fiancée', but the rest of the family quickly welcomes her into their home and Sarah feels the love of a family for the first time in her life. What will happen as John and Sarah grow closer, and Jacob finally wakes up from his coma?

(FC5 No-Cult AU, based off of the '90s movie 'While You Were Sleeping'.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

John and Sarah stumble into a mildly-awkward situation, Sarah gets visited at work, and an overheard sarcastic comment gets misconstrued. ...And then revealed to the Seeds as fact, who are understandably shocked.

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ALSO: Brief cameo by @foofygoldfish‘s awesome OC Alice Riley!  <3  And she is awesome for letting me ‘borrow’ her!

[newbabyfly]

Bedtime negotiations in the Nazarene Household.

Fun fact time!

Terranova belongs to long-time friend of mine. At some point we decided it would be hilarious and fitting for Quay to be her father. So it was done! Quay isn’t… really suited for fatherhood, but he tries. She’s probably the only person he allows to have a place of importance in his life.

Quay has been married once. It ended so badly that after the divorce his wife didn’t tell him she was pregnant and had never planned to. He only found out 9 years later after her death with Nova showing up on his doorstep. His first action was to do a DNA test. Her first was to try and stab him.

They obviously have a complicated relationship. XD

Also, she can pick locks and they both know it.

[blightprime]

Goretober

Some light Goretober themed writing featuring @cinnamomroll OC’s L’Anacea 

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" That's all Bri could think as she ran through the empty ship. "They're all gone and it's all my fault!" Soft footsteps could be heard coming from behind her and light laughter.

"Awe don't make me run it's just going to me hungrier" A voice said echoing down the hall. A cold shiver ran down Bri's spine. How could she say that after what she just did? How could she still be hungry? Running into a supply closet Bri ducked behind some boxes, making herself as small as possible and holding her breath, afraid to make any noise. The footsteps got closer and closer, making a dead stop right in front of the closet door. Bri's heart froze. After what felt like an eternity that footsteps kept going. Bri caught her breath, still afraid to move from her spot. She thought back to how this all started, how she got her own crew killed by this monster.

It all started a few days ago, just a routine stop at a space port. Just picking up supplies and some fuel. There had only just been the three of them, Bri, Tommy and the Captain Hilda. On her way back to the ship Bri had noticed a figured wrapped in some old cloth. Everything inside her told her to stay away but she was taught to always help a person in need and this person needed some help. Bri had introduced herself and asked if the person was lost. What she hadn’t expected was for them to be an alien. She was blue skinned with black eyes and soft features. Her hair if you could call it that was made up of a pink goo like substance. She introduced herself as L’Anacea, and told Bri that she had been left behind by her old crew and just need a ride to the space port after this one. Bri bewitched by her beauty volunteered to take her without any hesitation. When she introduced L’Anacea to the rest of the crew they were all hesitant at first but trusted Bri’s call. How wrong they had been.

Things went on as normal at first. L’Anacea helping where ever she could around the ship, the crew grew to trust her and got along with her swimmingly. But things changed fast. It was around the fifth day since L’Anacea had joined them, Hilda had called a crew meeting to go over a few things before the next supply drop off. Bri was the first to show up, then Hilda and then L’Anacea, but Tommy was nowhere to be seen. Bri thought it was strange since Tommy had been in great shape yesterday so there was no way he was in his cabin sick. Hilda had sent the two to look, they checked every nook and cranny they could possible think of. Bri was looking around the cargo hold when a flash of red had caught her eye. She held back a silent scream as she looked closer. A large puddle of blood had formed beneath an empty crate. Summoning all the strength she could Bri dared to look inside, it took everything in her to not puke on the spot. She had found Tommy, or what was left of him. Limbs where missing and bite marks could be seen all along his chest. Bones and organs could be seen where chunks of flesh had been torn out. It was like he had been attacked by a wild animal and it had saved the rest for later.

Bri had immediately radioed it in, but nothing was heard from Hilda or L’Anacea Fearing the worst she headed for the mess hall, where they said they would meet up if things got bad. Hurrying as fast as she could Bri was almost at the mess hall when she heard the scream. “Hilda!!” She had thought. Running as fast as she could, she followed the screaming hoping she’d make it on time, but heard them slowly start to die out. Stopping to catch her breath, she heard a new sound. Listening closely she followed it, the sound the mix of a wet crunch and soft whimpering. She followed it to Hilda’s bunk where a she found L’Anacea hunched over and with her back to her. Creeping closer the sound got louder. L’Anacea voice could be overheard talking to someone. “Tastier then the last one but a bit too noisy.” The blue skinned alien said over the wet noise. To Bri it almost sounded like chewing.  “Well no point in leaving left overs this time.” With that the sound of chewing got faster and faster. Still unsure of what there guest was doing Bri had moved closer. In her hastiness she had made a mistake and bumped into a desk. The sound had caught L’Aancea causing her to turn around and face Bri. Nothing in the universe could have prepared her for what she saw. L’Aancea midriff was exposed and instead of just bare skin was large tooth filled mouth. But inside the maw was what got Bri. It was Hilda or better to say her half mangled corpse. Her head and upper body still stuck out of the mouth, with bite marks all over the flesh that could be seen just like Tommy’s. Her eyes gazed back at Bri, lifeless but at the same time asking for her friend’s help. L’Anacea and Bri just looked at each other as her second mouth continued to swallow. With a scream Bri turned and ran.

It had gone like this for day’s a deadly game of cat and mouse. Bri doing her best to try and survive but she could feel herself slipping up with every passing day. From her hiding spot in the closet she knew that L’Anacea could wait her out. Deciding the coast was clear she had opened the door to peak out. Crouched low she looked down one side of the hallway but before she could look down the other she felt something wet touch her face.

“Mhmm I knew you’d taste the best.”

Her face in frozen terror, Bri turned around to come face to face with L’Anacea smiling second mouth.

“I can tell you’ll be worth the wait.”

Bri scrambled back into the closet trying to press herself as far back as she could, knowing that it was pointless. L’Anacea reached forward and pulled Bri towards, dropping her down on her knees right in front of her.

“Don’t worry I have something special planed for you.” L’Anacea said. Before Bri could even think what that meant, the blue skinned alien pushed her towards her second mouth. Opening up to accept its meal, Bri had no trouble fitting past the teeth at all. With smooth fast swallows L’Anacea had swallowed Bri down in a matter of seconds. Bri came to rest in what she could only guess was the stomach. Condensed and pack with little room to move she could only wait for what the alien had in store for her. That’s when the pain started. It was light as first just a little tingle but then it got sharper and sharper until it felt like Bri’s whole body was stuck in a barrel of needles. She looked around best she could in the dim light and say liquid beginning to seep in through the stomach walls. The acids we ‘rent gentle, Bri screamed in agony as they ate at her skin, leaving red marks there ever it touched her. Layer by layer it was melting her. Her body breaking apart by the second. With her hazy vison she could see parts of herself floating around her, her left foot floating close by her head. All should could do was scream as she was broken down into nothing. The acids soon reached inside her, destroying her organs one by one. The last thought that came to her dying mind was how much she blamed herself for all this.

On the outside L’Anacea sat content, finally having finished off the last of the crew. She just smiled to herself happy that she was back to being well fed. But she knew that this was only a temporary fix and hoped maybe at the next space port she could get herself onto one of those galaxy cruise ships.