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Character Ta-afe

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Sketch of my oc Delanna

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Another suggestive look for my oc Derek <3

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This is a sketch I did using a pintrest tutorial I came across. I don’t know for sure who first came up with this pose, but I enjoyed it~ 

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Wide shot

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“FIGHT” Preview

Character images can be found here or on the Facebook page under the name Tae Fansick.

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“The scene here last night was one of mayhem-”

Click.

“Taking apart the nation’s history is not the answer-”

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“No parent should have to bury their child-”

Lawfiet sighed and clicked off the television completely. He couldn’t stomach any more of this. The Native strode to the hotel window, the towel draped over his bare shoulders and grey pyjama pants doing little to shield him from the chill coming from the air conditioner. His dark locks were still soaked from his shower before, droplets of water falling to his face and sides, keeping him in the present.

He crossed his arms over his chest and glared half-heartedly out the window. The darkness of night made it easier to see the flashing red and blue lights that sped down the streets. He remembered the evenings when he was younger, when he would sit and his father would explain the right and wrongs of the world. It all sounded so simple then.

But if it’s so easy to be good, why is there so much evil? He let his dark eyes slip shut. Why were people fighting over who had more of a right to live? Why was it that the land his people fought and died for was now a battleground for people to thickheaded to compromise? Even in his own home, he had seen it.

His father was African-American and his mother Native American. Lawfiet was no stranger to prejudice. There were days his brother Ayo was sent to the principals for punching some white kid for calling him slanderous names. There were late evenings spent consoling his sister, letting her cry herself to sleep because she was made fun of for her hair and larger frame. Even Lawfiet himself had dealt with it. He remembered stopping at a gas station just a couple days ago and overhearing it: “Well I’ll be damned! A Redskin with Nigger blood!” His insides were clawed at by anger he fought to keep swallowed down.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, his eyes snapped back open and he looked to see Derek gazing up at him. “You’re thinking about it again.” It wasn’t a question. The petite brunette knew him well enough from the three years they worked together.

“I don’t think it’s something I’ll ever really stop thinking about,” he replied, covering Derek’s hand with his own. They had just recently progressed their relationship, being together officially for only six months. It was times like this that he appreciated that Derek opened his heart to the Native. He treasured the other’s insight when he had nights like this where everything was turmoil. “Why don’t you talk about it?” Derek suggested, gently tugging on Lawfiet’s arm to pull him toward the couch.

Lawfiet allowed the gesture, sitting close to his side, Derek resting his head on the Native’s shoulder and Lawfiet having an arm wrapped around the smaller male’s waist. “I just wish there was more I could do. If I really thought standing on a box with a megaphone spouting things would help, I would do it. If I thought to hit people or to lecture them one on one would do any good, I’d do that.” He shook his head. “The older I get the more convinced I am that nothing is going to change how people think. I have younger siblings. I have a niece and nephew. They’re going to grow up learning to be afraid and they don’t even know what it’ll be over anymore,”

“You mean the racial disputes?”

“It’s not just race. It’s religion, it’s ideology, it’s gender, it’s everything!” He huffed, running a hand through his locks. “It doesn’t matter what the difference is. So long as someone disagrees, it’s grounds for being shot at or run over,”

“I don’t understand your surprise,” Derek commented softly. “You served on the police force. You’ve been through history classes.People have always been like this,”

“Yeah, but it was never like this before. Back in the nineteen forties, someone wouldn’t use their military experience to shoot up a mall,”

Derek hummed in response. He hated seeing Lawfiet so worked up. Derek knew his other half dealt with enough undeserved hate, and it was a large part of why Derek had been slow to engage in a relationship. Why Lawfiet was willing to have another slander added to the long list he already battled with, Derek would never understand. He squeezed Lawfiet’s hand with his own. “Lolly….Do you want to leave? Kaufman would understand if we abandoned this assignment,”

“And what about Donovan?”

“His family is here,”

“That’s exactly the problem,” he groaned. Quin Donovan’s family were the type of people that encouraged this type of violence. Quin himself was tame considering, but Lawfiet and Derek had met the redhead’s parents days prior when the younger insisted on seeing them.

Derek had attempted to introduce himself and Lawfiet had stood at his side, willing to engage. Until Quin’s father scoffed and his mother sneered. Their brief interaction had consisted of them questioning their son as to why he was “hanging around some faggot and a Nigger blooded halfer” before Lawfiet dragged Derek away from the situation, stating to Quin they’d see him in a few days. Derek had been unsure about them leaving. “Are you sure it’s okay to leave Quin with those people?”

“It’s his family,” Lawfiet had replied at the time, resisting the urge to break something in his quietly boiling rage. “They may be short-sighted scum, but they won’t hurt him. He’s one of them. After all, he already thinks like them. What’re a few more days going to do?”

Derek frowned at the memory. “It won’t do any good to stay. And I don’t think Quin will want to leave, as crazy as it sounds,”

“And that’s why he’s not staying.” When Derek pulled back to give Lawfiet a surprised expression, the other continued. “I don’t care if Donovan believes in the same things his family does. He can think however he wants. It’s one of the blessings of being an American. Donovan and all the other white supremacists can think they’re better and they can march and they hoist their flags. But if he thinks for one second I’m going to stand by and let him help inflict violence, he’s out of his mind!”

Derek, in spite of the atmosphere, smiled at Lawfiet’s passion. This was why he loved the Native so much. “Tomorrow morning then. We’ll go early and leave before anything happens,”

At the very least, they could keep Quin safe. Even if it made him angry and he fought with them the whole time.

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This is beng continued, and I may post more of it later on. 

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Pleasure to Meet You All

I’m Tae Fansick and I look forward to getting to know you all. 

Before I really get into posting and charing too much, I want to take a moment to talk about what this page is for and what Fansick is. 

Fansick is a term I came up with years ago to define my life involving fandoms, including the ones I try to help create. Fansick posts discuss my thoughts, obsessions and reflections on other fandoms, while Fansick-Originals are posts about my own works.

I will state in each post whether it’s my work. All Fansick-Oringal work is branded and dated so no claiming it’s your own without expecting some repercussion. 

As for the Fansick posts, a lot of it will be about ships, fanart, headcannons, other such things.  

That being said, let’s get to know each other~