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[captastra]

omg thank you @natesofrellis for this amazing moodboard for Rhea 😍🥰! I am in awe of the pictures and the gif! It’s absolutely her in every way 💗💗💗! I could look at this forever!!

I highly recommend commissioning her if you cant! Check out her info here!

[simonxriley]

OC Interview!

I was tagged by the wonderful @natesofrellis and @thomrainer to do this oc interview. Thank you! 💜

Tagging @playstationmademe @nightwingshero @sstewyhosseini @chuckhansen @hoesephseed @echo3-1 @leviiackrman @cameoninja and anyone else that wants to do it!!!

Went with Liz's canon verse and the one and only Simon "Ghost" Riley is the interviewer. Because she would tell everyone to fuck off and Price wouldn't care either way. I also thought it would be cute to have him interview her.

Name?

"Elizabeth Anne Walker or shall I say Liz Riley! No one calls me Elizabeth and I prefer going by Liz anyways."

Are you single?

"I don't know Simon? Am I single?"

Simon: "No, we're married." He chucked. "Silly."

Are you happy?

"Probably for the first time in my life, I can truly say that I am."

Are you angry?

"As much as my life has changed for the better, I'm always going to be angry. Between the years of emotional abuse and neglect from my father to Shepherd's betrayal, that anger will always be there."

(Simon nods)

Are your parents still married?

"No, my mom died when I was two years old." She sighed. "I wonder what my life would've been like if she lived."

Birth Place?

"San Diego, CA."

Hair Color?

"Dark brown, black."

Eye Color?

"Brown."

Birthday?

"July 20th, 1992."

Mood?

"Content, maybe a little annoyed."

Simon: "That's what you get from trying to prank Price, love. It isn't going to happen."

Liz: "We'll see about that."

Simon: *Scoffs*

Gender?

"Female."

Summer or winter?

"Before I moved here I would've picked summer, but now I'd say winter. I like being all cozy under a blanket and wearing sweaters. You don't get that in San Diego."

Morning or afternoon?

"Neither. No, wait. Morning."

Simon: "Is it because you like hiding my balaclava so I have to search for it and I'm late for work?"

Liz: "I would never do such a thing."

Simon: "Sure you wouldn't."

Liz: "Shush."

Simon: *Laughs*

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

"Hmm, let me think." She begins tapping her chin with her index finger. "Yes, Yes I am!"

Simon: "Good, I am too!"

Who ended your last relationship?

"He did." She sighed. "I deserved it for what I did."

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

"Yes. In most cases I wouldn't have cared, but Dunn didn't deserve it. He was nothing more than good and kind to me and I ripped his heart out like it was nothing. It's one of the few things I regret."

Simon: "At least you two made up and became friends again. That has to mean something?"

Liz: "It really does."

Are you afraid of commitments?

"I wouldn't say I'm afraid of commitments, I just didn't care for them at the time. Times have changed."

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

"Obviously. You and our daughter."

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

"Uh, no."

Simon: "Really?"

Liz: "Yup."

Simon: "Wow."

Have you ever broken your own heart?

"Unfortunately. It's only human."

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

"Younger me would say lust. Now it would be love."

Lemonade or ice tea?

"Ice tea. I wasn't really a fan of lemonade and Logan thought I was weird for it."

Cats or dogs?

"Both. Can't choose, won't choose."

A few best friends or many regular friends?

"A few best friends. The smaller the friends group the better in my eyes."

Wild night out or romantic night in?

"My wild nights out are over, romantic night in with my favorite person."

Simon: "Unless you get drunk at home, then your wild nights are not over. Makes for an entertaining night though."

Liz: *Heavy sigh*

Day or night?

"Night. I'm a night owl as you know."

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

"Not by my dad, but Hesh. Which didn't do much in the long run."

Fallen down/up the stairs?

Simon: *Trying to hold back the laughter*

"Don't you say a damn thing, Simon."

Simon: "I haven't said a word."

Liz: "Good, let's keep it that way."

Simon: "Okay, lil miss I trip up the stairs."

Liz: *Facepalms*

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

"Yes, who hasn't?"

Wanted to disappear?

"No, my father made me this way, he's going to have to deal with me as well."

Simon: "He did have to deal with you until you got reassigned."

Liz: "That's true."

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

"Eyes."

Shorter or taller?

"Taller."

Intelligence or attraction?

"Intelligence, attraction is just a bonus."

Hook-up or relationship?

"Past me would for sure say hook-up, I've had enough of those in my life. Now, however I would say relationship."

=Family=

Do you and your family get along?

"No, the only person I get along with is my brother, Logan. The only one that actually treated me with respect and love."

Simon: "He is a good big brother. And uncle."

Liz: "He really is!"

Would you say you have a "messed up life"?

"If a messed up life is having your dad emotionally abuse and neglect you for years because you didn't want to join the military only to join the military because you thought he would love you more only to realize it wouldn't change a damn thing? And because of that I became reckless and rage-full. Then yes, I would say I have a messed up life."

Have you ever run away from home?

"Nah, I liked my house and I had Logan."

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

"I would've liked to see him try."

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"Yes. I don't think it's a secret though. Soap knows I don't like him that much."

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

"For the most part, yeah."

Who is your best friend?

"You and Logan."

Who knows everything about you?

"Also you and Logan."

[bbrocklesnar]

@natesofrellis fandom would post edits like this also i demand this au

[kittiofdoom]

☀️🌹❄️💋 + Avery & Joseph?

☀️ - Did they both want children/How many children did they want? 

Joseph wants children, at least three. Having a big family is important to him. Ava has mixed feelings about having children, but Joseph has plenty of ways and time to bring her round to his idea since he knows what's best for them both.

🌹 - Who initiated the first kiss? 

Ava did. Joseph has always gone in with those half kisses against her face or corner of her mouth but Ava was the driving force to actually kiss him after them dancing around it.

❄️ - Who worries about the other the most? 

Joseph worries about Ava, she's very fragile, has anger problems and a penchant for going off the rails. He worries both for her well being and also for the state of the camp when he comes home—she's not allowed to be unsupervised around Faith... there's been too many incidents.

💋 - Who is more rough with the kissing stuff? 

Ava easily, she's very grabby. She craves the touch and affection and gets very into it. She's all pushing into him and putting her hands in his hair or grabbing the back of his neck/clinging to his clothes.

[direwombat]

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it.❜ + Jacob & Sybil. If you’re taking prompts, of course 🖤

i rb-ed that more as a "writing promts to save for later/when i need the insp" but i am more than happy to fill a specific one pitched my way! Thank you!

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“I know you probably hate me right now,” Jacob says, settling his weight on the rocks and resigning himself to dying on the side of a mountain. “And I get it.” 

I hate me too, goes loudly unsaid. It hangs heavily in the air between them despite the howling wind. 

“Well, fuck. Christ, Jacob,” Sybille sighs. “I sure as Hell can’t say I ain’t angry.” 

After all this time, that damn song -- the one that made her heart flutter and hold him tight as he whispered those titular words into her ear -- finally served its ultimate purpose. She lost control, Jacob took the reins, and he steered her along, all according to his master plan.

Because of him, Eli’s blood is on her hands and she has to live with that. But she’ll be damned if anyone else has to die today. 

Jacob stares up at her, his hand twitching like he wants to grab at her jacket and draw her in, but he stops himself. Shamefully, he averts his eyes and presses his hands against the wound in his thigh. A number of her covering-fire bullets had managed to hit him, but the one that gashed his thigh got him good. It missed the femoral -- Thank God -- but it did cut deep. Blood oozes from his leg. “You deserve better,” is all he says. 

She rolls her eyes. Damn, right I do. You fuckin’ winged me on my way up here. 

“And who are you to tell me what I do and don’t deserve, hm?” she snaps, because fuck, she’s spent so long doing things for the sake of others, she deserves to make her own goddamn selfish choices. And she wants him. With a single step forward she closes what little distance there was between them and cradles his jaw between her hands. “Jacob, look at me. If you think that I’m gonna kill you just because you think that I ‘deserve better’ you are sorely mistaken. That ain’t how the law works. Insofar as there is a law to uphold here anyways.”

Jacob’s brows knit together, obvious puzzlement swimming in his eyes. That expression crosses into bewilderment as Sybille releases him, swings her bag around, and sinks to her knees between his legs. “What are you --” but he trails off as she pulls a first aid kit from the main pouch. The little metal box pops open and she quickly sets to work, cleaning and tending to his wounds. After a long moment of tense silence, he asks, “Why?”

She lifts her head and looks him dead in the eyes. “Wolves mate for life, cher.”

He blinks, almost dumbly, and then the realization hits him. She watches it happen and before she can do or say anything more, his large hands take her face and drag her towards him. He leans down and their lips crash together. It’s messy and wet -- tastes of blood and dirt and gunpowder -- and when they eventually part, he’s significantly more breathless than she is. Giving her cheek one last parting caress, he releases her and allows her to finish treating his injuries. Once she’s done, she packs her kit and turns to face him. “You got any Bliss oil?”

“No.”

She sighs. “Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to muscle through the pain ‘til I get you someplace safe.”

He barks a laugh. “I’ll manage.”

“If you’re sure,” she says, rising to her feet. She leans forward, bracing herself and extending her hand to him. “C’mon. Alley-oop.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, Jesus, Jacob, I can’t just summon a vehicle out of thin air. How else am I supposed to get you down?” Her fingers bend in a beckoning motion. “Get up.”

“You sure I ain’t, uh…” he gestures to his whole body.

Sybille laughs, something loud and true. “Sugar, I carried heavier in basic.” She drags him forward and, as gingerly as she can, heaves his massive body onto her shoulders. Steadying herself, she takes a deep breath. “Buckle up,” she says, and she begins trekking down the mountain. 

The hike is slow, careful, and silent. Not a word passes between them for miles, not until Jacob’s body relaxes ever so slightly. She’s not sure if he’s unconscious or caught in a semi-lucid state. Regardless of which it is, she says, “Cher, you’ve got Hell to pay. And we have a whole lot of things we need to talk about.” 

But knowing Jacob, Sybille reckons that those two things might be one and the same.

[rabirayrana]

☀️🔥❤️🌼🔪 + Faith?

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)

In a corner of the stairwell less than ten inches away from her heel, a crushed spider is cringing erratically between the static grey fibers of the carpet, flanked by its own furry white eggs; surrounded by family in its death throes like a convalescent in a hospital drama. 

Faith winces, trotting shakily as far away from the little scene as she can get. She doesn’t stop until her bare feet are teetering over the edge of the top stair, the fragments of honey colored nail polish flashing on her toes as they flex. She grips the railing with one hand and hugs herself with the other, holding the wool of her nightshirt closer against the stale chill of the basement. 

Of her current situation, absolutely nothing is allowed. Up past bedtime, up past lockout hours, trespassing in the boy’s dormitory, trespassing in the staff areas, all while wearing clothes that don’t belong to her; Faith tore her own pajamas on an exposed nail, playing tag ten minutes before lights out one energetic night last month. She went to Gabriela in tears, and instead of telling her to go fess up the older girl spat out her gum and laid a pilly old Donald Duck nightshirt in her arms.

It smelled like talc when she first got it. Now, all Faith can smell is dust. Every light in the stairwell is half dead, but it’s darkest at the foot of the stairs, an old cross on the wall and a wooden door encroached upon by shadows. 

Faith swallows as she stares downwards, a faint ache in the back of her throat. Just as her mind turns to weighing the pros and cons of going back to sleep and trying the door, it begins to open. She stops breathing, going stiff like she can disappear into the wall like a chameleon; a boy around her age pokes his shaggy head out.

He’s as pale as glue, peering up at her with eyes so wide she can make out their blue color from here. He looks her up and down once, and then speaks. 

“What’s up?” He asks hastily in the loudest whisper he can muster.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I didn’t think anyone was here.”

The boy blinks. “What do you want?” 

Faith takes a deep breath for what feels like the first time in ages. She has an answer, but for some reason, it’s hiding under her tongue. 

Lucky for her, he provides one. “You want an ice cream sandwich?” 

It’s the best thing she could hear in the moment; against herself, she smiles, taking a few steps down the stairs. “Thank you.”

“Walk quietly.” He hisses, even as the door creaks dangerously, opening further to signal her admittance to the kitchen. It’s only then that she realizes there’s a white spot on his chin, and as soon as she does, he’s wiping it. 

“Thank you.” She mutters again. “I missed dinner.” The boy’s arm extends as he opens the door all the way; they don’t creak when you swing them fast, you only have to remember not to let them hit the wall. His head jerks, stuck between a nod and a shake. “That’s okay, it was awful. C’mon.” 

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

Faith loves the early early morning, before anyone else has woken up. She was very young, like five or six, when she started getting up at dawn every so often as a coping mechanism for the general chaos and lack of control in her life, and never fully stopped. As a kid, she rarely had a problem making her first class on time, though she didn’t necessarily stay for the whole school day.

As long as the driver’s someone she trusts, she loves to ride in the back of trucks; she appreciates the sense of freedom that comes with driving in general (palpatine.ironic.jpg,) and whatever struggles with self image she’s had were always soothed a bit by the tattoo of the calla lily on her arm.

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Faith… well, she doesn’t walk through life an angry woman, but she's not incapable of a good bitch out when she’s feeling vulnerable/slighted. Being deliberately ignored probably gets to her in a major way. Given her tendency of shoving down her emotions, if she does have an outburst, it’s likely to be short, but highly unexpected, the polar opposite of a young Joseph’s drawn out highs and lows.

For most of her life, Faith wore a golden Our Lady of Guadalupe necklace. Her father bought it before she was born in a pawn shop in California, and left it behind when he left the family. When she was seventeen, someone snatched it out of her beauty bag while she was sleeping. When she woke up and found it gone, she freaked out, got in a slap-and-scratch fight with one of her housemates, filed a police report that she knew damn well would go nowhere, and ended the day by going to throw rocks at a wall behind an abandoned Sears. This was part of the reason she left foster care before she had to; she just couldn’t trust the girls in her house the same way anymore. 

❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

“Man who goes half and half on the rent without asking” is a sentence that can make her swoon. Ideally, she’d like someone who spoke Spanish, and had a big family she could mesh with - like parents who were still together and a gaggle of cousins, not a bunch of siblings in the wind. 

Those Seed/Escajeda parents-in-law who were still alive to see their children marry were equally ambivalent, and Joseph’s brothers only ever knew her by the tattoo on his arm; in a perfect world, she and John would probably have an awkward friendliness between them, and she and Jacob could tolerate each other. He comes off as the sort of hyper-perceptive brute that would put someone like her on edge, hidden depths or not. 

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

Not really, in the main verse; she saw a girl overdose late one night in the group home when she was thirteen, but never found out if she lived or died. 

In the cult leader-verse, I mean. Yeah. Faith’s killed lots of someones. I imagine she’s the sort of figurehead who breeds a culture of paranoia and one-upmanship that encourages her followers to kill each other for her, while herself partaking in a sort of ritual shaming which culminates in murder and/or torture. Anyone who survives this level of wrath from Faith is probably worth “rehabilitating” afterwards in her mind, being brought back into the fold as a subordinate, more loyal than ever; with the cypress trees to hide her sins, she’s a real horror of a woman. 

[deeplord]

2, 11, 40, 51 + Cadash & Blackwall?

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

not make a big deal out of it. hold each other in comfortable silence with a reassuring kiss on the forehead and let that silence stretch for as long as it needs to

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

yes and yes lmao. but they never pry. they know the other will talk when they're ready, and the other knows they'll be there when they are

Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

SKADI she is a bottomless pit!! blackwall luvs giving her foody gifts especially stuff that she hasn't tried before. he also gives her his leftovers.

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

call me cliche but it's all in the eyes babey. that overlong, private language Look TM

otp ask meme

[jacobseed]

💋⚡️🔪🍺 + the oc(s) most on your mind right now?

aaah thank you amanda ily and miss you hope you are well!!!! def sawyer he's the only one i can think of rn

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss?

he's a smug bastard he'd be pretty chill about and probably think it was only right that anyone would kiss him. as if, it was meant to happen.

⚡ What mythological god would you associate with your OC?

oh i'd have to go with Hermes. really no need to explain it at all, but could absolutely be seen at the cults messenger.

🔪 (More than one OC) If your all of your OCs played among us, who'd be the best imposter? And who'd be the worst?

between the fc ocs, the best would be sawyer but maybe theo?? i feel she'd be good at it but the worst is honestly nathaniel lets go he'd get caught right away.

🍺 If your OC drinks, what is their go to alcohol?

answered!