#lyn arle

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tagged by @lavampira to take this uquiz for my ocs <3

i'll tag @frozenabattoir and @hero-of-the-horn (no pressure to actually do it), and if anyone wants to do it then i tag you

Nadezhda/Nadya - DnD

Love That Calms this is sweet. i hope you know that you make others feel at ease around you. you're a gem, a blessing, a treasure – and you should know it. it's comfortable loving you. it's a privilege to be around you and to be let into your world.

Crystal Locke - Infamous

Love That Lasts love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best – of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet – you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

Lyn Arle - Greenwarden and Northern Passage

Love That Heals your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

Vasilia - BG3

Love That Strengthens you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

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18) “I’ll be here as long as it takes.”

Thank you for the prompt!! I’m sorry that this took me a while to do. 

tw for panic attack, self harm, trauma, and suicidal ideation

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Everything stops. The flood of memories a knife in your sternum, stuttering you to a deafening stop. Throat closing, ears muffled, the burn of tears. Your legs can barely hold you up, and you just barely manage to wave an arm behind you reaching for the bed before you fall back onto it. 

With a gasp the tears come, and you can’t stop your body from trembling. Can’t grasp a strand of thought that can pull you out of it. Nothing. 

You’re nothing. 

The words repeat. The voice changes.

Sobs come harder, and you want to force your hand down your throat, tear at your vocal folds until there’s nothing left. Tear yourself apart until there’s nothing left.

Grasp a strand and it pulls you lower, surrounded, enveloped. There’s never going to be a life where you’re free from this. There’s no peace you could deserve. Remove the Farm, kill them all, and you’ll be left. Far too damaged. Their sick hands tainted your roots. There’s nothing good left. 

Your nails push into your skin, bruising and you hope for blood. 

The memory holds you down. This is it. The Farm…. Home?

Home. Home. Home homehomehomehome 

What is home? A room but you’re not alone, a living nightmare trapped with-

Silver? 

It’s out of place, enough to disrupt and make you aware enough. Other thoughts - concern - and your hit with a different flood of emotion.

“-yn?” 

Embarrassment. You weren’t alone. You’re suddenly way too aware of your nails in your skin and the tears on your face. Huddled in a ball on the bed. 

The mattress shifts with a new weight. “Can I touch you?”

You try to speak but nothing comes out, throat too rough and everything hurts in too many ways. All you can muster is a weak nod accompanied by a humiliating whimper.

Angie manages to pry your hand from your arm and locks her hand into it. She gives your hand a squeeze before moving your head onto her lap and combing fingers through your hair. The scratch of her nails on your head sends a tingling sensation to the base of your neck.

You’re not sure how long this goes on for, it feels like hours but realistically it has to be minutes. Your sobs turn to a sniffling cry before your breathing starts to get somewhere normal and you close your eyes. 

This isn’t necessary. You extend your mind enough to get a sense of how she’s feeling, this can’t be comfortable for her. You’re met again with concern, soothing softness, it feels warm. 

“You don’t have to stay.” The words fall clumsily from your mouth.

“I’m here. As long as it takes, I’m here.”

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"i feel like i can tell you anything" lyn/argent?

You tense at the feather-light touch of her fingers on your back. Repress the shiver and urge yourself to relax. Think of the silk sheets and close your eyes against the pillow as her fingers trace patterns. Scars. Not tattoos, you had avoided getting a glance at those for as long as you could, but you’ve used Alice enough times to patching yourself up to remember them. Seared into your mind like the rest of them. Tendrils of orange spreading out from your spinal column. 

Breath and relax, you’re safe here. Remaining exposed like this is new, something that’s only happened in the arms of Argent, a place where you can relax. No panicked hurry to cover yourself like you do when you’re alone. Funny what just a little acceptance can do, with her it’s comfortable. A trust you never could have dreamed of sharing. 

No dream could ever be this sweet. 

The self-hate not erased but you find yourself more bearable when she’s around. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder if that’s not just a bit selfish of you. You turn it around in your head enough you start to worry about whether or not you’re using her. An idea that hurts to even consider. But everyone gets something out of relationships, you’ve been in enough heads to know that, and you’re starting to think you might be allowed this. Allowed to actually feel good. 

Now that’s a concept that’s new and hard to accept. You weren’t made to be selfish, you were made as a tool. You weren’t made to feel good, fuck they made sure you knew that while you were at the Farm. Reminded you of how wrong it was when you escaped.

There’s a pause as Ximena takes the time to study a particularly nasty scar. 

The answers to questions she doesn’t ask - doesn’t even think - dance behind your teeth. You feel as if you could tell her anything in this moment. Like you could allow her to see you in every way. Being seen and connecting was another thing that you weren’t allowed. Get too close and there was always someone there to destroy it. 

But here there’s a relief, a happiness that brings the sting of tears to your eyes. A feeling you could have never imagined being this good. A bubbling in your stomach, different from the usual anxiety. Something that tickles your cheeks and brings a warmth and brightness to the world. It makes the smile you try to hide grow. 

And then Ximena’s fingers find the side of your waist and you can’t help the involuntary kick. 

“You’re ticklish,” it’s not a question, and you don’t have to turn your head to know that she’s smirking. “Good to know.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” you try to sound intimidating, but there’s no denying the grin. Her only response is a chuckle as she leans down to kiss your temple. And you reach out, urging her to lay down beside you so you can wrap yourself around her. 

She laughs again, adjusting so you can comfortably hold her close while you pepper kisses across her cheeks. 

This feeling is something you could really get used to. 

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thank you to @ratkingkisses for tagging me, here’s my CoG MCs and their loves made with this picrew

Left to right, top to bottom: 

Lyn Arle / Lady Argent (Fallen Hero)

Seraphina Newman / Roach (The Passenger)

Sabella Batra / Morgan (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

i’m going to tag @sirotras

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🍓 for Lyn and Sabella??

thank you, Sierra! c: 

Lyn

🍓 She has a habit of humming when she’s content and comfortable.

🍓Her fashion sense is... lacking at the moment. Partially because she hates herself and she wants to hide in many layers, and also she wants to be as unremarkable and unnoticeable as possible, even without her powers. But I do have plans for when she gains some actual confidence and finds a style that she actually feels nice in c: 

🍓She used to be a sniper. For a while she’s been dealing with a lot of guilt over the things she did for the [redacted]. She’ll use every tool they ever gave her against them. 

🍓While she is a huge coffee head, she does have a love for blueberry slushies c:

Sabella

🍓I need to reread before I make this official but: one of her earliest memories, is a camping trip with her mom and dad. I’m considering that there might be a national park a few hours out of Wayhaven and that when she thinks of it she remembers her dad.

🍓While at work her style tends to be stylishly professional, her off hours outfits are more modern and a bit edgy. 

🍓I’m still working out her relationship with Rebecca. She loves her mom, but there’s so much distance there due to her being away so much for work that she struggles to feel close to her.

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I am heart eyes for Lyn and Nica every time I hear of them, ngl :')

awwwh!!! thank you 💖

Lyn’s route would definitely take some time, she’s hard to get to know and pretty suspicious of people’s intentions. Her route would be focused on gaining trust and letting down walls, once she feels comfortable she’s less tense. Dates would be pretty lowkey c: 

Nica is v easy going, she’d love to go out, especially to amusement parks (does space have those?? IT SHOULD) and enjoys board game nights! c: She’s one of my characters who is easier to get to know and she’s v vocally supportive c’:

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"16. Over and over again, 'til it becomes nothing but senseless babble" for Lyn and Argent! ;3

hehehe c; 

(sorry this has taken me so long to actually write alskdfj i might revisit this eventually to edit and whatnot)

not safe for minors

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You look down at her, your fingers running along her sides. Her skin’s smooth to the touch, you’d never be able to tell how beat up she gets in battle if it weren’t for… You chew your tongue, the two of you moved past that no need to linger there. Focus on her hair, spilled out around her, silver rays of light that you never want to look away from.

She grins up at you, thumbs making circles at the jut of your hips. And you can feel your eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Your turn.” You lean down and kiss her. Gently, slowly, punctuated with soft nibbles on her lower lip. She groans into your mouth making you chuckle. You want to take your time, appreciate her in every way she deserves.

She whines when you break away from her mouth, quick to wrap her fingers in your hair as you travel down her body. You can’t help but grin when she gasps as you take her nipple between your teeth, nibbling softly, then harder. She tightness her grip on your hair. 

harderharderharder

Now there’s an order you can comply with.

Her nails - almost claws - scratch your scalp and make you arch into her, allowing her to bring her legs tightly around you. 

closerhardercloserfastercloser

You obey. As many times as she desires you obey.

She tugs you back up once she’s come apart and been put back together several times by you. You run your thumbs over her cheekbones and press your forehead to hers before kissing her. Soft, warm, it feels like she’s melting into you.

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

The thought gets jumbled a bit but then intent is there. 

“I love you too, Ximena.” You choke out the words before nuzzling your nose against hers.

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7 & 15?

thank you for the ask, Erin! sorry it’s taken me so long to answer c’:

7. Realistically, could your OC (in their normal circumstances- i.e. at their own house/battlecamp/spaceship etc.) keep a small child alive for a week if they had to?  A Dog?  A Houseplant? A rock with a  smiley face painted on?

Well… surprisingly Lyn rehabilitates a coyote (Amelie, who Lyn loves to bring to Rangers HQ), so she can be more attentive and caring than she thought she was capable of. She just can’t really turn that care onto herself... tho she’ll happily project it on her ‘dog’. Lyn found her alone and trapped, no one to take care of her... it reminded her of a time she’d rather not think about, being able to give her dog a different life was... a big deal.

15. How often does your OC “zone out” or do things on autopilot and how severe have the problems that have arisen from that been? 

She tries not to while in public. Lyn’s paranoid, the idea of her doing anything outside of her apartment (or later lair) and not really remembering how it happened is a rather uncomfortable thought to put it mildly. But it does happen from time to time, when she’s too tired and worn out from nightmares. She’ll be standing outside a shop having taken a route that she’s apparently taken enough times to let her guard down. Lyn takes that as a sign that she’s gotten too comfortable and has to find a new store and new routes. It’s exhausting...