“And one day she discovered that she was fierce, and strong, and full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears.”
It’s almost November! Time for a fresh round of OC questions. For two kiddos of your choice:
They’re invited to an ugly-sweater party. What sweater are they wearing?
Would they rather go to a pumpkin patch or pick apples? Are they the type to bake pies with what they collect?
They’re caught unexpectedly under the mistletoe… with their crush. What do they do?
Well, it is November now. 😅 My two kiddos will be Andi and Jade.
Andi wears a cozy sweater with a nice pattern on it, not wanting to stand out too much. For Jade, I actually own this sweater, and it's the one of the gingerbread man with a broken leg.
Jade lives in the city, so apple picking might be out of the question. She's not into either, but would pick pumpkin patch. Andi might enjoy apple picking, and maybe her and Steve team up and bake pies for everyone.
Andi does not have a crush on anyone, and even if she did, no one's going to make her do anything she's not comfortable with. After getting in a relationship with Lars, Jade would definitely kiss him with the intent of embarrassing him.
Happy Halloween! 👻 In the spirit of the season, for an OC of your choice:
1) What are they going as for Halloween? Are they doing it solo or doing a group costume?
2) What’s their favorite candy?
3) Time to settle down with a cozy, spooky watch. What’re they picking?
1) What are they going as for Halloween? Are they doing it solo or doing a group costume?
So. Funny you ask, because I actually have a Lilsey couples costume commission coming soon! I don’t think most people will get the reference, but I don’t want to spoil it anyway. Just know that Casey had to be bribed.
2) What’s their favorite candy?
Lily likes Tootsie Rolls the most, and Case is a sour candy kinda guy. Well, Case will eat pretty much anything, to be totally honest. He’s the cleanup guy after Lil picks through variety bags. It just works.
3) Time to settle down with a cozy, spooky watch. What’re they picking?
It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown because Lily doesn’t actually like horror movies. She’ll also do other cozier, less horror-centered classics, like Hocus Pocus or even Nightmare Before Christmas, but she’s a Snoopy girlie through and through.
It’s time for some OC chatting over coffee! ☕️ When you get this ask, feel free to share one fun fact about an OC of your choice. Then, share with 10 (or fewer — no pressure!) others to spread the OC love.
CAMMMMM lets gooooo pumps arms
I'll share multiple oc facts BECAUSE I CAN
Kat: Is actually really good at finding things. She sometimes has the ADHD misplaces things even though it's right in front of you schtick, but tell her you're missing an animal, piece of jewelry--she'll have it back within a day
Etta: In the 70s au (where Etta met Jake at 18 while he was 22 for the people who don't know) I like to think she's the one who taught him proper etiquette for fun that was shown in the Chez Paul scene--like he knew which glass to pick up. Ik it's more likely that he knows because he loves alcohol, but it's fun to think about anyway.
Luna: She loves baking for Jake in particular because he loves everything she makes. If she accidentally made too much, you can bet he eats it all lmao. But do not mistake this for romantic fancies--they're siblingcore and do not think about each other like that at all even when Elwood is in prison.
Dorothy: As mentioned, she owns a motorcycle. It's name is Sunshine and she can do insane shit with it. She's also got a decorated helmet and special googles when she rides. Luna doesn't like her riding it but Elwood is like hell yeah lmao. She's never gotten hurt don't worry she's careful
"We're meant to be. You'll see." for dealers choice if u wanted to be sent prompts!! 💖
Well nonny I have finished this piece in time for "Fuck That Old Man Wednesday" as it is the first meeting of Sib and Lahabrea (well on one of their ends). I don't know if this is what you were looking for but I have been down this rabbit hole for so long now. Anyway I hope you have fun! And same to anyone else that reads it!
no warnings.
word count: a little under 1k
With a huff Siberite let’s herself fall onto the soft bed of the inn, the aching groan muffled by the pillow. The last week had been beyond exhausting tackling another primal and hearing what her new “partner” thought of her fighting methods. Honestly she didn't need someone else there, but Thancred had to voice his worries after the battle with the Ifrit, leading to Minfilia assigning her a healer to go with her into every battle. "Quite pointless really. I was doing just fine."
"I am inclined to agree with you," a voice calls out as the air in the room shifts bringing forth a black void.
She sits up in enough time to see the Ascian in a red mask appear before her. His smile at ease much like the way he walks towards her, "You really are such a capable fighter." Her eyes narrow, moving to keep him in the center of the room, “Oh come now, is that any way to treat an old friend?”
“We are not friends,” she snaps, “I don’t know who the fuck you are to think such a thing.”
“Ah, we have yet to be introduced formally,” he gives a bow, “I am Lahabrea,” he looks up with a glowing red sigil covering his face long enough for the image to etch itself into her brain, “and I know you are Siberite Akagane of Thavnair.”
She flinches, fists forming, “How do you know such things?”
“I see you do not tell anyone your last name yet.”
“Will you stop acting like you know the future or some shit?”
“This is where my knowledge ends actually.” In an instant he becomes inches from her face, back hitting the wall, small growl seeping from the back of her throat at being cornered. The Ascian’s smile softens ever so slightly with the tilt of his head, stark contrast to the aggression his red mask would rather show. Metal clawed fingers lightly start to brush against her cheek as he lets out a contented hum, “You look just as beautiful." His words make her heart start to race, the tips of his claws caressing down her chest, all while she’s fairly certain his eyes are roaming every inch of her. Bad day to wear such an exposing dress, She thinks catching a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror, the straps that criss cross her midsection and shoulders never looked thinner as she feels the whispered sharp edges of metal trace down the deep neckline. "So pristine, my darling. Maybe I am to become one of the many scars you bore the first time we met."
“Oh yes, a scar from your lover, the pinnacle of romance,” she sneers. The Ascian grabs hold of her chin, the tips of metal threatening to break skin and scale with just the slightest bit of movement. He pauses just a second more before quickly bringing his lips to hers, making Siberite's eyes grow wide. She attempts to push him off of her, his grip tightening, body pressing closer, stopping any attempts with her arms now pinned between them. Her legs find little purchase with how he's positioned himself between them, uttering a growl. His free hand lets metal run up her waist sending a shiver through her that threatens to relax her into the unwanted affection.
He pulls his mouth away just far enough for his dark chuckle to ring clearly, "Still as feisty as I remember,” he purrs. He lets a hand snake up into her hair giving a slight tug, the breathy moan she has no control over giving just enough space to let his tongue work its way into her mouth. She gives the slightest turn of her head putting his tongue in just the right spot to drive her canines in. She doesn't let go the minute he drops his hand or starts to pull back, instead chomping down once more until there's just enough room to stomp on his foot. He lets out a cry, smile gone, and steps back enough that gives way for her to push him back to the center of the room. Her shoulders rise, hands up and body angled away from him, eyes intent and scrutinizing every move as he simply brings a hand up, gently tapping the inside of his mouth only to look down on bloodstained fingertips. "Ah, so it is not time just yet for us. My apologies."
"You got some ego to think there even is a time for us."
His laugh echoes until it's behind her and a chill runs down her spine when his arms wrap around her. "Oh my dear Siberite," he says claws, running along her flesh and scales while his other hand starts to clench around her throat, "we're meant to be." He turns her head to look him in the eye with a gentle smile that does nothing to put her at ease while it sits below the aggressive red mask, "You'll see, I promise you." He brings his lips down to hers gently, almost romantically and in a way that feels far too familiar, before letting her go. She shakes his lingering touches free, scowling as he gives a slight bow, "Until next we meet, my love."
The air turns heavy for a moment once again before returning to its silence. SIberite's chest collapses releasing a shaky breath she didn't know she was holding, stomach turning as she can feel the lingering traces of where his hands held her. "What....the....fuck!?" Lips curling in revulsion as she looks over her body, "Fuckin' asshole thinking he can just come in here and claim some soulmate bullshit. Fuck off! Gods!” She paces, shaking free the images of what she looked like with his arms wrapped around her in the brief second she glanced in the mirror, ignoring the small hints of excitement flashing throughout her body, “Truly, what the fuck was up with that guy?"
