Just curious, but what ethnicity are your ocs? Do any of them have cultural backgrounds?
All my ocs have the same face but here we go
Ok so as a disclaimer basically NONE of my ocs live in actual real world scenarios, so this is what they WOULD be (or what i headcanon them to be at least) if they lived in an Earth setting :’>
for this same reason i cant talk much about cultural backgrounds but they all had their different upbringings, some more turbulent than others
The ones with the most cultural background in their own settings would have been Riptide (his family and him were technically foreign), Alex (hes straight up from another planet), Engel (his place where he was trained had a lot of people from all over the world and each one wove a piece of their culture into the others before tragedies started to happen) and Hal (back when he used to be human still he was from ancient greece so his ‘upbringing’ as a human would have been different from the others lmfao. Then got adopted by death and got taught a bunch of stuff idk if that counts as a cultural background)
That is not how tales are supposed to end end, but it is how theirs finished.
You see them in church, eyes sad but still on fire: You reach out to hug them, and a shattered halo slices your palm. Wings are tattered and bleeding, feathers decorating the floor and––
And you love them. Lord, you love them so much it hurts. They were burned. They are about to burn. They are burning still, and you are not afraid to touch them. You never feared fire. You never feared pain. (It hurts to love them, but maybe that is why you do.)
You are a sinner, unholy, rot in your bones. You are cold, cold, cold, and they burn so very brightly: You are peace, frozen and unfeeling, and they are war incarnate, burning brighter than the stars.
after finding out your sick you feel like you have to let your boyfriend go aka nathan sticks by your side regardless
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“I’m so sorry.”
Those were not the words you had expected to hear when you
came back for a follow up doctor’s appointment. Over the phone your doctor had
seemed so much warmer, like an actual person. Instead he was now delivering you
the worst news of your life, he was playing grim reaper.
“If you’d like I can start taking you through what these
next steps are?”
The problem was, in no way did you want to think about what
these next steps were. You had never known anyone with cancer; it didn’t seem
fair that the first was you. There was not a thought in your head on how to
proceed, none of it seemed real or possible in the slightest. The thoughts you
did have going on in your head had to do with the future, and whether there
would even be one. Maybe these “next steps” would help prolong that future, but
there was no definite guarantee. You knew that much. The biggest thing you
thought of was Nathan. How this would affect Nathan.
Clearing your throat, not wanting to get caught up in any
emotions, you tell the doctor the truth, “I- um I don’t think I’m ready for
that quite yet. If it’s okay I’d just like some time to process this all first…”
“Of course. I mean the sooner the better, but I completely
understand. We have some great support groups available if you need to talk to
anyone who’s in a similar situation.”
“No thanks, I think I’m okay.” Grabbing your purse off the
ground you make the move to leave the office. The office that you knew would be
haunting you for the rest of the time you had left.
You looked at the clock in the kitchen for the fourth time
in ten minutes. Nathan was going to be home from practice any minute and you
were nervous with what you had to tell him.
After leaving the doctor’s office you went over what must
have been millions of options on what to do about Nathan. There was no possible
way that you could put him through what a long, emotional process this would
be. He had his swimming to focus on, a professional career that would only
dwindle if his mind were somewhere else besides the pool. You felt like you
couldn’t tell him the truth; he would drop everything for you at a moment’s notice,
which was the complete opposite of what you wanted. Ending it was the only thing
you could think of that would leave you without feeling completely guilty. Of
course you would feel guilty in the slightest because not only were you
breaking your own heart, you were above all breaking Nathan’s.
The front door opens and you hear the 6’7” boy’s heavy
footsteps walk from the front of the apartment into the kitchen. As soon as you
see him you feel your heart race from his award-winning smile and also from what
you’re about to do. He comes closer and
engulfs you into a hug holding you for a moment.
“Practice was tough today. Coach kicked my butt but I just thought about coming home to you the whole time and that helped me get through,” he
looks down at you in the hug and kisses the top of your head. You break apart
and he leans against the counter.
“Do you still want to make dinner tonight? We can always
just go out, I mean I think I definitely deserve a cheat meal,” he says
wiggling his eyebrows at you and smiling brightly once again. It was infectious
and you had to break out into a smile yourself. He wasn’t making this any
“Can we talk?”
Nathan laughs a bit, “Oh no, I’m in trouble” he says with a
bit of humor in his voice. Motioning for him to follow you into the living
space, you both take a seat on the couch.
“You don’t have to play up how serious this is. I know I
used your razor again but I was late this morning and I ran out of clean
blades, it’s not that big of a-” he tries to defend himself from a small issue
that hasn’t bothered you since the first week of living together but you cut
him off. “Nathan…” You sigh, unsure of how to go on. “I-I don’t think we should
see each other anymore.”
There’s a long pause, both of you just staring at each other
for a moment. You had done it, said the words that you never thought either of
you would say in your relationship. When you used to think about the two of you
together you only saw a long future, but now with the feeling of an
impending death on you, it wasn’t too clear.
“Please tell me you’re joking.” His voice breaks in the middle
of his sentence and you feel the guilt begin to ooze into your veins trying
your best to hold back any tears. You couldn’t have him suspecting anything; it
would only make things worse.
“I-I’m not. I just
don’t think we’re good for each other anymore.” Your voice takes on the same
shaky qualities as Nathan’s. There was no way you could get through this with
As soon as the words are out of your mouth he quickly stands
up from the couch and looks down at you, “Bullshit. We’re made for each other!
We’re soul mates!”
“People sometimes have different, multiple soul mates.” Your heart
only continues to tear in two. It’s hard to look at him anymore, your eyes move
to the carpet of the living room as the first tear rolls down your face. “No!
Not us… Why are you doing this?”
Nathan sits back down and you feel the weight of the couch
change. You feel him grab your hand and gently rub his thumb over yours.
Since the first tear came out they’ve only continued,
getting worse as they go on. You had to tell him. There was no way you could
betray your best friend, the love of your life that way. To cheat him out of
Looking back up at him, it’s obvious to see that he too had
shed a few tears. Something you had never seen him do in your lengthy
relationship. Taking a deep breath in you let the words fall out of your mouth,
“I’m sick. I have cancer a-and I don’t know what to do.”
The tears never stop, they come out faster and they come out
wetter. You have no idea how to stop and you feel as though you can’t remember
what it was like before you started crying. You just feel Nathan hold you, rubbing your back
softly and let them continue.
“I love you so much and we’re going to get through this
together,” Nathan finally says after about ten minutes of just silence and your
His words warmed you because the thought of you two doing
this together was more than what you could ever want, but you knew that Nathan
didn’t understand how much it would hold him back. “No,” you say as soon as you
can speak again. “Nathan I can’t let you watch me go through this. You’ll only
suffer and I can’t let that be because of me.”
He shakes his head instantly, “y/n, we’re a team. It’s you
and me. There’s no way I’m letting you do this without me. I’m going to be
there every step of the way.”
“Don’t you understand?” You being to raise your voice, “I
don’t even know if I’m going to survive! You have swimming you need to focus
He looks into your eyes, “If you think that swimming is more
important to me than your life, then you’re completely mistaken. You’re the
reason I do anything, the reason I get up in the morning.” With that you once
again find tears on your cheeks, “Swimming will take a back burner to this, and
I can’t let that happen. I can’t do that to your passion.”
Putting his head in his hands, he groans. It’s clear as the
conversation continues he gets more and more frustrated. “Please don’t be this
way. Why would you ever want to do this by yourself when you have me right
here? We’re going to manage as things come our way, I love you so much and I
can’t let you walk away from me.”
You crawl back into his arms and throw yourself into him
because it feels like everything’s okay and everything’s all right when he’s
“What if something happens to me?” You ask with your eyes
“I promise nothing’s going to happen. I’m going to keep you
With him and his warmth all around you, you know that he’s
right. He’s the only one that could keep you safe, the only one that you could
get through this with.
Ok, so I wanted to do something for all of you ! For my friends,my followers,Anons.(And for those Who I watch their Blog BECAUSE THEY RE WONDERFUL !)…A thank you for all the questions that you asked me on this blog