Sol (is doing her very best IN KALOS!)

whats up guys welcome back to another rp blog by log (@refundwhereappliccable) this time featuring my new bba oc

ill be so fr i havent played the dlc. i get all my knowledge from my friends so dont expect me to know a lot 🙏 i was enticed by the idea of making a student oc and the radio club (guy who likes radio over here)

ill be so honest. if this blog stays alive into my adventures to college im gonna have toby become an actual professional radio host/start studying for it since im going into something similar myself

so toby is my little beatiful child and all of my friends bba ocs are really cool and have their own specific flourishes and Cool Person Traits so i decided tobys bit is gonna be that its a little pseudo-fae because i really like fae

all this really does to them is :

make them like fairy types a lot

make it not lie

avoid saying thank you as well (i have many phrases up my sleeve to avoid this)

big problems with iron

this is more of a "cool in my head" thing since bba is underwater but when they go walking in the woods they can get around faster than the average joe

tags ! not many

on the air! - ask tag

solo broadcast - textpost tag

Aoife pressed her head into her hands. She'd spent the past couple days locked in her room. No class. No people. Only the occasional text or knock at the door from Jade. The only person at this arc forsaken academy she could really value.

The day before she'd locked herself in, she'd been visited by her mother. Unannounced, unprompted, simply just because she "missed her". For some reason they decided to let her into the school even though she was drunk, and very obviously not in the right state of mind.

She barged her way into the office, demanding to see her daughter, and Aoife fought and protested the entire time. She'd chewed out those poor students that had been assigned the harrowing task of bringing her into the office, and she gave them an earful when she finally obliged them and trudged to the office.

Her mother was waiting there, flask in hand, tamato red, slurring her words, "Aoifffe... Why'd ya take so feckin long love.."

"Mother.", Aoife said back sharply, "You're drunk."

"Just a sip... 's all i had."

"Mhm. Right. Why're ya here?"

"I wanned ta see my darling d- daughter, o'course."

"Uh huh."

"Ya know, the flight here was feckin terrible, I mean seriously, th- they ha- *hic* had some faggot for a-"

"Woah- okay, okay y- you need to- you cannae say that, mum."

"What? He was so clearly some feckin queer."

"Okay. Okay go home. I don't- I don't want to see yous."

"What? Why not? I've no- *hic* not done som'n wrong, 'ave I?"

"Nah. You've been doin shite wrong your whole feckin life.", Aoife snapped. She turned to one of the stunned office staff sitting behind the front counter, "Do we have security here? No? We should. For useless gits like her. Promise yous, I'm not the only one with a drunkard for a mother."

"OY!", Aoife's mother yelled, "YOU DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT."

Aoife spun back to stare her in her barely conscious eyes, "AYE AND IT'S A DAMNED GOOD THING I NEVER THOUGHT YOU AS MUCH OF A MOTHER ISN'T IT?"

Pure, concentrated fury was boiling in Aoife's blood, she was one step from pounding her own mother's face in. She turned the other cheek, spinning on her heel and leaving the room, everyone else sitting in a stunned silence, and her mother screaming drunken gaelic she couldn't understand as she stepped out the door.

That was two days ago. Since the she'd been cooped in her room, contemplating a... grim future. That black box under her bed called out at her, the key she wore around her wrist the path forward into an escape. It was a way out.

She took the bracelet the key hung off of and slipped it off of her wrist. She pushed it into the padlock, clicking it open, and then entered the code into the combination lock. Eowin, her father's name. A name she held close to her heart.

The box clicked open, and inside was an old service revolver, cleaning tools, and 12 rounds. She picked it up, taking a quick moment to glance at the door to make sure it was locked. She flicked the cylinder down, inspecting each of the six slots, then turning it around to stare down the barrel. Still in immaculate condition, just like her father left it. Those 12 rounds were the same 12 he carried the same night he died, this revolver loaded in a chest holster tucked behind an overcoat that never opened, except for three bullet holes ripping their way through the chest. That was 12 years ago. Aoife remembers it like it was yesterday. She placed a single bullet into the second chamber from the top, and slammed the revolver closed.

This incident, the one with her mother that is, was the straw that was going to break the Mudbray's back. A back that had been breaking since that night 12 years ago. She stood up, pressing the cold barrel against the side of her head. She'd have no one who'd miss her. Not even Jade, whom she'd been doing her best to avoid for the past few days now, was better off with her around.

She pressed the hammer back with her thumb, hearing the loaded cylinder click into place. This was it, the end. The end of years of torment, of abuse. Years of having to fight to survive, having to spend her time alone, because no one dared approach the girl who'd knock your teeth out if she thought you were looking at her wrong. In her nearly 2 years here, she'd made one friend. One friend whom she was sure was going to be better off without her. Back home she had no one. No one except her. The girl who taught her what it meant to be treated as a human. The girl who bought Aoife her first phone. The girl who Aoife might never see again.

She rested her finger on the trigger, this was it. Really this time. No more getting scared and putting the gun back. The hammer was cocked, the cylinder loaded, and her finger was already on the-

BANG.

Darkness. Nothing. This is it. Over. Aoife was-

A sharp inhale, a pounding at her door.

"AOIFE?! AOIFE!?", a voice called from the other side. They shook the door handle and pounded their fist against the door, screaming her name. Maybe this was what death was like? Maybe she was a ghost? She rose to her feet, blood dripping off the side of her face. She checked the time. 15 minutes had passed, give or take.

She stared down at the ground, a deep red pool of blood stained her socks, and along the wall a small bullet hole was surrounded by blood and skull fragments and chunks of skin and muscle and brain. Aoife pressed the side of her head, finding only a wet spot where the blood had soaked into her orange hair.

"AOIFE! ANSWER ME! .. P- Please...", the voice screamed again. Jade. That's who it was. How could she have forgotten?

"A- Aye... Aye, Lad, I'm- I'm here.", She answered, not thinking he could hear her. Regret filled her mind. What kind of coward kills themselves over that?

"AOIFE! OH THANK ARC", he shouted, "I- ARE- ARE YOU OKAY? I- I- I heard a loud bang down the hall and when I got here you- you weren't answering a- and I started to worry and- oh Arc, you weren't sleeping were you?"

Horror set in. Aoife wasn't dead. There's no way she could've been. She leapt across her room, grabbing a knife off her table and pressed the blade into her finger. A small drop of blood pooled on her finger, and a sharp pain accompanied it. She knew now that she was alive. As alive as she was before she pulled the trigger.

"Aoife?", Jade called out again, "Y- You're still there, r- right?"

The problem was that she was.

"Aye. I- I uh-", Aoife stammered, "I'm here. I- erh.. Listen, I- it- it's a bit of a um... a bad time, I- I uh-"

"Mac, could I- could you let me in? I- I just- I wanna check in on you."

"Mate I-"

"P- please.", Jade interrupted, "I just- I- I wanna make sure you're okay." He sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"I- ...", Aoife sighed, "A- Alright, just- give me a second."

She walked to the door, blood squelching out of her socks with each step, leaving stained footprints along the floor.

She cracked the door open and her eyes met Jades. His teary gaze softened as she opened the door.

"L- listen, mate.", she kept her foot against the door to keep it from opening any further, "I um... I'll- let yous in but- what you see... it- I- I-"

"I- I just need to know that you're okay. Nothing else matters right now."

"Y- yeah that's.. uhm. O- okay, just- this might be.. disturbing."

Aoife opened the door to let Jade in, locking it behind him.

Jade stopped, staring down at the puddle of blood and the gun on the ground. He turned, looking at Aoife and now seeing the blood that had now dried on her face, and the blood that had soaked into her shirt and pants and hair.

"What... happened..?", he stammered.

"I...", she was almost embarrassed to admit this, "I shot myself."

"W- where? Are you-"

Aoife interrupted him, stepping past him to pick the gun up off the ground, "I'm. fine. That's the problem."

She ejected the now empty casing, warm brass landing in her hand. She closed the revolver and placed it on her desk.

"What do you mean 'that's the problem'?"

"It- I-", Aoife stammered, "I shot myself in the head, Jade. I shot myself in the head and I woke up without so much as a scratch on my body."

"S- so-"

"Mate, I don't think I can die."

"Wh- what? I- H- What do you- How do you know? I-"

"Well I cannae be feckin sure, but I'm positive I shot myself in the side of the fuckin head and lived."

"B- but there's.."

"No hole. I know. But how else do you explain the blood? The gore spattered on the wall?"

"I... Aoife I-"

Aoife picked the black box up off the ground, grabbing another bullet, before taking the revolver and loading it the same way she did before.

"Aoife."

"I've only one way to be sure. If I just- If I wake up in 15 m-"

"N- No! What!? What the fuck are you saying?! Do you hear yourself? You're going to shoot yourself again!? T- To test a theory???"

Aoife pressed the gun against her chin, "Aye."

She cocked the hammer back and laid her finger on the trigger. She closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm Sorry."

BANG.

Aoife's ears rang. The bullet never hit her this time. Jade dove and pushed the gun out of the way, sending the bullet into the ceiling, where it got stuck, leaving behind a small hole.

"WHAT THE FUCK!", Jade screamed. He pinned Aoife's hand down and took the gun out of it.

Aoife had no words, simply staring up at Jade who was now sitting on top of her.

"WHY WOULD- I- WAS IT ME? WAS IT SOMETHING I DID? TELL ME AND I'LL FUCKING STOP, BUT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Tears welled in the corners of Aoife's eyes, and a crooked smile took her face.

She began to laugh, covering her face with her blood covered hands as she did. Those laughs turned to sobs, spiteful, frustrated, angry sobs.

"A- Aoife I- I'm sorry, I just- ... I- I don't know why you want to .. do this to yourself. I-"

Aoife muttered something under her breath.

"W- what?"

"I.. cannae die... hah... hahah....", she sobbed, "I cannae die and it's the one fucking thing I wanted to do."

Jade sighed, picking himself up off of her and started digging around Aoife's bathroom for cleaning supplies.

Aoife stayed on the floor, silently crying to herself.

He came back out with a towel, laying it across the blood to soak it up. He used a smaller rag to wipe up the splatters along the wall, and to pick up any debris that had stuck.

Aoife watched for a few minutes as he silently cleaned up the mess she'd made.

She sat up finally, wiping the tears from her eyes, "Mate, you don't have to- I- I can do this myself, it's my mess."

"You weren't going to, Mac. You and I both know that."

She stood up, grabbing another towel out of the bathroom and mopping up the puddle of blood on the floor.

hello. first of all ignore the content label warning. i tried everything to get rid of it but it won't go. anyways::

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BBA OC AARRGHHGGGG

Hey guys it's May ( @may-be-a-dog ) again! This one is a self indulgent one (aren't they all though..?), she's kind of a self insert!

She'll follow a similar journey to me, and she will discover her transness step by step, kinda like how i did back in highschool. Naturally, this blog will have themes of gender dysphoria and misgendering and homo/transphobia and stuff like that.

As a general rule, she is a minor, ergo do not sexualize her. Suggestive at most. IC misgendering and force-fem is fine (i love you tumblr user isuggestforcefem) and IC Hate is fine.

hi, it's neil (she/he) (@evilbitchartist) again! oc blog!!! love this asshole. he's been in the works for quite a bit now!

trainer id template by @peachiehambo !!

the mod is a minor! no out right nsfw, but suggestive jokes are fine

this blog is going to be higher stakes than my usual ones. ruairí is not a good guy. ill add tws as they pop up. if you want to know more about them and his "club" feel free to dm me, especially if you have a bba oc you want in on it!!

here's their full ref! ↓