#various ocs

[nullphysics]

[salkittyy]

hey guys i have an itch to scratch for angsty scenes but no ideas. if anybody wants to comment something terrible that i should do to a character, please feel free!! you can be as specific or general as you'd like :)

(still very in the trenches for dc. but im in lots of other fandoms too and always willing to learn more about other fandoms if anybody has other-fandom-specific ideas)

thanks for helping me beat the shit out of writer's block!

i'll tag my favs in case anybody cares but be warned there are...many. LOL

[a-sad-mage]

So, what's your go to order?

*this is all post Cannon events lmao*

No because so many people probably had to find new jobs-

A dumb mismatch of oc's so not strictly the Slugterra ones. Was supposed to put more, but i couldn't fit them in :(

But now to prepose a question,

would your OC, or self, be a Barista or a Customer?

And what kind of Barista or a Customer?

Hold up- dose this count as a Coffee Shop au?

[slutweeds]

I love how the jack marston fandom ocs are depicted being so sweet with him ❤️

Meanwhile the most consistent vibe I have between jack and tommie is "i need to fuck fight fuck fight (fuck) you because you're mine!!! but also please be sweet to me i am so alone without you"

[sobeatsaworthyheart]

Two gals. I don't remember much abt them at all

[eleventhprimarchwanderingabout]

Toll returned covered in blood and wearing different clothes.

‘Why didn’t you clean off the blood?’ Psy said. ‘You’re covered in it. Did you forget?’

‘What did I say about warp puddles?’

‘This is goo not puddle.’

‘My mistake,’ Toll said. ‘No more glitter in any form.’

‘I don’t see any glitter,’ Psy said. ‘Balen do you see glitter?’

‘None.’

Toll crossed his arms. ‘With you two there is always glitter. We failed at an intervention because of it remember?’

Yep.

Psy managed to get Valdor on their side and Balen convinced Janus that the intervention was unnecessary.

They then got Azar to fold. When he folded Toll followed.

Thankfully.

Otherwise they might have had to give up glitter.

‘We don’t talk about the intervention,’ Psy said. ‘Maybe you need one for your paranoia.’

‘And why am I like this?’

‘Venty?’

‘That is the official answer.’

‘What’s the unofficial?’ Balen said.

‘I was like this back in D’mt.’

‘When was that?’

‘Don’t age me.’

I’ll look in dad’s library when I get back to the palace.

Psy whispered in Balen’s mind.

‘You brought it up,’ Psy said aloud.

Toll’s eyes narrowed. ‘And what were you two just talking about?’

Come up with a lie.

Why does it have to be him?

Psy! You were supposed to be back… Balen!

Balen blinked as he comprehended the fluffy tiger cub in front of him.

Then it occurred to him how much danger he was in.

‘Hi Leo!’ Balen grinned. He had missed him but his ribs had been injured enough recently. Best let somebody else take the patented Leopard tackle.

‘Can you check on Toll? He exploded again.’

Leopards eyes widened. He whipped his body around.

Toll!

‘Fluffy one,’ Toll scooped Leopard up. ‘How have you been?’

Exhausted.

‘Me too.’

Leopard tackle prevented. Balen’s ribs safe.

The glitter bomb him and Psy had thrown into the warp puddle finally went off.

Erupting in a mess of liquid warp and sparkly blue glitter.

‘I thought it was a dud,’ Psy said.

‘Yeah,’ Balen said.

Pretty.

‘No glitter huh?’

@goldenthroneresident @depressedperpetual @inkedfrankestien @valdormyprogramingiswrong @justheretoovibe

[novankenn]

Saints of the Sword (v1-10)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

It hadn’t taken much to find two other teams to join JNPR in this “war game”. RWBY obviously was eager to assist their sister team, and CFVY was biting at the bit to have a go at team CRDL. So near the centre of a clearing with in the Emerald Forest, with Professor’s Goodwitch and Port acting not only as observers, but also as Grimm defence. The combined group of students milled about. They had been given three hours to prepare. Hours they did nothing with. Each group keeping to themselves, making plans and just loitering about.

“Jade, don’t you think we should be coordinating with the other teams?” Pyrrha asked. 

“Why bother?” Jade retorted in his customary arrogant tone. “They only use melee, and we have you, Ruby, Ren, Blake, Coco, Nora and Velvet. We’ll whittle them away before they even close on us.”

Pyrrha could see merits in Jade’s thoughts, but she was also… hesitant. Yes, they potentially had an edge through just ranged options, but what if?

“But what if they do get close?” Pyrrha asked, “Shouldn’t we…”

“Again, we have Yats, Fox, you, Yang, in fact everyone.” Jade replied, “We’re the strongest first and second year teams in Beacon. What can those failures do?”

So despite Pyrrha’s misgivings, which were shared by Ren, and Fox. The group continued to lounge about, waiting for the signal for this “war game” to start. The report of Professor Port's Blunderaxe echoed about the clearing. The signal for the exercise to start. The collection of students readied their various weapons. AT the edge of the clearing, a single figure appeared. He sat astride a horse draped in plate mail barding. His body likewise encased in a similar armour. In his hand he held a flagstaff, a white pennant emblazoned with the company’s emblem. It fluttered in the gentle breeze.

“Ruby!” Jade called out. “Shoot the idiot.”

“It’s not really fair, but I guess.” Ruby commented as she fully deployed, Crescent Rose and took aim. The crack of the high-powered sniper, echoed about the clearing. Ruby’s aim was perfect. It was going to be a solid body shot.

“What the?” came the combined question from the entire group as the round impacted a hard light shield before the figure. 

“That’s not fair!” came the various shouts of the combined students.

“Nora! Let him have it!” Jade yelled out in frustration.

Nora said nothing, just aimed her grenade launcher and unloaded. Clouds of pink smoke obscured the figure, and only when the breeze pushed it aside did they see… once again their tactic had no effect. Well that was wrong, because under the cloud of smoke, the lone figure was not flanked by nine others. All on armour clad horses. As one, the nine drew their swords, and as the flick of the flag staff, they charged.

“Shoot them!” Jade screamed in frustration as the wall of flesh and steel closed upon them with terrifying speed. All those with ranged options opened up, only to find the entire line of riders protected by nigh impregnable hard light shields. The few rounds that did manage to get through were easily deflected or absorbed by the armour.

Without a cohesive plan, the group of students were at a loss as to how to counter the horse charge. Pyrrha hunkered down behind her shield, while Weiss did her best to throw up her own glyph style barriers before her team. Yats moved in an attempt to use his pure size to offer his team a sense of protection. The combined weight of 7.5 tons of flesh, steel, iron and bone slammed into the disorganized group. The opening attack of the Saints of the Sword was devastating.

Yats, Weiss, Coco, and Nora all had their aura shattered, removing them from action. As per the rules of the exercise. Two groups of four years rushed in and grabbed the downed combatants, pulling them from the field, as the mounted warriors wheeled about. Their line split, two groups of four peeled away and circled. The remaining two mounted combatants wheeled about and held position. The flagstaff held secure and high.

Still trapped in the aftermath of chaos and shock, the students again were completely unprepared for the second pincer line charge that smashed into them. However, this time the mounted fighters slid from their saddles to engage in a chaotic melee. Pyrrha knew this was no spare. There were no one on one fights. The battered students found themselves in something they had never experienced before. Dirty, brutal and remorseless combat. 

The Saints of the Sword, punched, kicked, headbutted, shouldered, and continuously attacked from the blindside. Their long swords were used as complete weapons. The pommels were slammed against exposed body parts. The edges and flats of blades struck and limbs. Even the cross guards were driven at faces. Pyrrha used her weapons and semblance to the utmost of her abilities, as did the others. Yet it was quickly becoming obvious that the group of teens, the cream of Beacon’s first and second year classes, was sorely outmatched.

The Saints ganged up on individuals, tripping them, stomping on them. Striking when they were on the ground. Ren cried out in fear and pain as one of them thrust his sword between Ren’s legs and lifted it into his groin. Ruby like Pyrrha was holding her own, but only barely. Using her semblance to try and stay out of danger but also empower her attacks. But she lacked the power, room skill to overcome numbers and solid armour. Peeling away to get some distance and breathing room, Pyrrha watched as Yang, the one other student whose semblance would have been a boon in their chaos, was taken down. Tackled at the knees, she fell to the tron up ground, and before she could untangle herself another of the Saints smashed the flat of their blade across her face.

More and more of the defenders fell. Getting carted off by the teams assigned to the task.  Soon Pyrrha found herself facing three of the Saints. Now, she was used to fighting multiple opponents, so this was not an unforeseen occurrence. But she was quickly and acutely aware that tournament and sparing rules did not apply. Pyrrha was staggered by a pommel strike to the back of her skull, when one of the helmeted warriors chopped down on her shield arm. Stunned and groggy, she stumbled into a murder stroke… and was downed.

Jade fought like a man possessed. His twin sabres slashing through the air as he attempted to keep distance, and defend himself. The spear like tip of the flagstaff, catching him between the shoulder blades with just over fifteen hundred pounds of weight behind it, obliterated what aura he had left. The impact drove him face-first into the churned up ground. With the student forces demolished, those Saints who had dismounted returned to their summoned horses. Mounted and as a group rode off, leaving the Observers and assistants to deal with the battered bodies and broken egos.

Glynda took a quick look at her tablet. Every student had their aura broken. The Saints had been barely touched. It was true, some had taken aura damage. But even the worse level was barely in the yellow.

“Harsh lesson, but maybe this will open their eyes, and curb some egos.” Glynda commented to herself as she moved to join the group as they waited for a bullhead to come and retrieve them.

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