Odette

It was left on a cliffhanger, couldn't find the next chapter and then completely lost the fic

It was so interesting, m'kay thanks

Anyway we're back on track, found the file again and i'm gonna improve it over the next week or so, and make it into a youtube playlist with a link to it so it's accesible to ya'll

Sucks to see so many cool people disappear, because truth be i have been a lurker for over 4 years now and have seen damn near every post under these tags every single day those years.

So just in general, big massive, humongous shoutout to all of the cool people who deactivated/disappeared

Imagine attending the renfaire/fantasy festival with Gf!Abby hmmmm

♪்RenfaireAbby! who makes sure her girl stays hydrated!! This girl is filling your bottle back up at every waterpoint you come across, ♪்RenfaireAbby! Also slathers you with sunscreen around the clock, and intently watched you do your skincare that morning, ENSURING you put on sunscreen before any of your makeup ♪்RenfaireAbby! Carrying a backpack to carry all of the heavy stuff despite her shoulder being all achey, she insists :( ♪்RenfaireAbby! Being all akward and almost shy at her first renfaire, because why are people so nice? Why are people staring so much? Did she look silly? (yes people are looking at her because imagine this cutiepie beefcake in some armour, who wouldn't look?) ♪்RenfaireAbby! And matching costumes! you and her, maybe 2 knights, karlach and shadowheart, a princess and her knight, a mermaid and a pirate? She loves it, every suggestion is welcome ♪்RenfaireAbby! Who never thought she'd be dressing up like this. For some reason she was scared to, it felt childish, but then after realizing the coolest people are in costume warms up to it. Gradually ofcourse. ♪்RenfaireAbby! Who definently does a double take at everything being offered at the stalls. Crazy clothes, handmade trinkets, yummy food, accesories and the jewellery ♪்RenfaireAbby! Stopping right at a stall of handmade jewellery, her arm hooked around yours. You almost trip because she just stops dead in her tracks, she's looking at the rings. When she realizes she's been caught her cheeks glow bright red and she quickly ushers you away (RenfaireAbby! Who managed to sneak off right as the stall's owner was cleaning everything up and ends up buying that ring for you. You won't see it right away ofcourse because she's planning something veryyyyy special) ♪்RenfaireAbby! Pushing you off to a bench and pointing at you, giving a small lecture to stay there and rest whilst she gets in line for your food. She can't have you on your feet too long, what if they get sore? ♪்RenfaireAbby! After a few fairs growing comfortable with it, now her favoriate thing to do is bring a blanket, rolling it out and just laying in the grass with you. Sharing some food and soda, maybe even mead and listening to the music from a performing band in the distance RenfaireAbby! Who forges her own dagger at the faire, she loves that thing and has it on a pretty stand in the cabinet back at home now. She made sure to insist your and her initials were carved into the handle ♪்RenfaireAbby! Loses her mind seeing they have pine soap at the faire, and it somehow smells even better than the stuff she gets from the store. She usually doesn't buy much from faires other than gifts for you, shared items and food but you did end up spending over 60 bucks on pine candles, soaps, lotions and sprays. She's so happy about it too :< ♪்RenfaireAbby! Tries bow and arrow shooting, spoilers, she's really fucking good ♪்RenfaireAbby! Loves, LOVES the jousting shows ♪்RenfaireAbby! and you slowly accumilating a whole friendgroup just by attending faires. After losing most of her friends other than Manny and Norah she had a hard time finding new ones, but now ya'll get this whole group together, rent a big ass B&B, and get weekend passes. Just like a mini vacation except cooler cause you spend it watching owl shows, jousting, eating turkey legs and getting drunk off mead. ♪்RenfaireAbby! Fucking loves chimney cakes, rabid, drooling, slobbering, pouty while she waits for her one to be made, tummy rumbling. CHIMNEY CAKES THEY ARE SO YUMMY She litterly wants to share everything on her plate 24/7 since the day you met her, but that chimney cake? It's hers, down to every last grain of sugar stuck to her fingers and the crumbs at the bottom of the bag. You want some? Get your own, and you can't blame her. Let her have this one thing guys :((( ♪்RenfaireAbby! Bringing Manny for the first time, a little scared of judgement. Spoilers, Manny ended up loving it aswell and ended up in your usual faire schedual, always tagging along now

Small hc's to scratch the itch ♱ The first time she met you she was flabbergasted, you cannot tell me this girl wasn't a little sheltered. Especially towards more alternative people and things. At first she thought it was a joke or something, but after a few times of seeing you decked out in layers and lace realizes, it's actually how you dress. ♱ Outright told you you looked like a doll, coming from her you didn't know wether that was an insult or a compliment. She didn't know too wel herself either, but then she gets to know you, grows fond of it and quickly feeling a big fat crush develop ♱ Asks you out with a humble bouquet of your favoriates with lace trim around them. You said yes, ofcourse.

♱ Bumps her forehead into you bonnet each time she goes in for a peck, she'll always grumble but it's so obvious she adores the way it frames your face ♱ Once she understands it's not JUST fashion this girl does her homework on it's history, because what matters to you matters to her. Expect the research for any of your interests though ♱ Despite her love, adoration and support is still appaled by the prices (me too girl), like what do you mean you just dropped 400 on a random tuesday on a dress. But how can she be mad, when she sees her pretty girl all dolled up in her full get-up :((( ♱ Printed tights drive her crazy, i said what i said. Tights, thigh highs, knee high socks, anything like it makes her cheeks go red. ♱ Helps you undress at the end of the day, imagine you've been out and as pretty as it is your dress is starting to weight you down, your headdress is tight and itchy on your head and the pettycoat keeps scratching your tighs. When you get home she helps you get settled on the couch and peels of those pesky shoes, gently takes everything off and mutters how cute you are whilst undoing the ribbons that seem to never end. When everything is finally off she'll make sure to run her hands trough your hair to ease the slight burn and itchyness that had been bothering you all night ♱ overdressed femme gf x underdressed minimalistic masc/butch trope stays undefeated with you two ♱ Why do you need so many bows, also i bought and built this shelf for you to display them all. Will complain but at the same time makes sure everything stays safe and pretty, and delicately handwashes your favoriate jsk with utmost care ♱ Would probably never wear anything to match, but will get into tiny things. A little teacup ring she'll wear cause it reminds her of you, or a fluffy keychain decorated with lace and pearls. Probably wears your socks to the gym, she'd be in all black/grey/navy but then she's moving around and she's flashing everybody with frilly socks. Manny looks at her like she grew a second head, but then quickly pieces it together. You two were dating, and he to her suprise didn't tease her about it... too much ♱ She'd have fun with it though, laying back and snickering, trying on pieces of your collection, having you straddling her as you do her makeup ♱ I personally hate going out so biased, but i imagine she'd enjoy tea parties with you. Nothing super fancy, maybe just spending some time with you baking sweet treats, putting them on a platter and sharing tea from a china set she bought for your birthday. Kinda like an at home date, being all adorable, talking about the new book she's been reading and being happy and lesbian. ♱ As an outsider she does get a little worried about you, seeing how mean some lolita communities can be, so makes sure to let you know how precious you are to her. That you are allowed to wear it, and not feel judged by members of your own community. ♱ On that note, outraged if someone even mutters something under their breath. Out and about people can also be mean or just plain annoying, so she is protective at that. Like no don't touch my girlfriend's dress or hair, no it's not a costume, also fuck you for the classic ''bo peep'' insult, no we won't take a picture for your kid. This girl is your bodyguard and lets others know it. Spicier? ♱ Loves the texture of lace on her lips, wether it's from a choker, or tights, or even socks. She'd kiss along it before finally reaching your lips. ♱ Same with little hand cuffs, the way the just sit on your wrists, she loves watching your hands trail down her stomach, the frills tickling along her skin ♱ Like i said, tights. Drive her wild everytime, and she has to resist the urge to rip them open cause well... abilletage tights are too pricy for that ˙◠˙ But she just also loves the texture, that soft fabric, sliding her hands over it and gripping your thighs, cupping you over the fabric and watching you squirm

I'm too lazy to write it, but i should.... decisions, decisions ૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ

The struggles of wanting merch for a niche character, i am begging you to take my money pleaseeee :( Like do i contact them... again? They're only active on their personal but i don't wanna bring art business on a personal acc. But at the same time i can't reach them on their art acc help

Like what are we even doing atp, women can't be masc, butch and now even tomboy anymore ANGELS ARE LOSING THEIR WINGS PEOPLE

Autism going crazy for this playlist and this is probably only half mhmmmmm oh abby how i wish u were real, she is my muse

whatever bro

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Underneath the silver moon;Abby x Seraphite!reader

CW;Abbey- mitski

Sypnosis; (wip) abby finds a scar on her patrol, idfk‘’insert poetry or text here’

…Those were the last words her blue orbs were able to skim across before her peace was interrupted. And of course there he stood, Manny. With his big signature grin and raised brows. She was needed as per usual, and he didn’t bother to hide it knowing beating around the bush would egg on her annoyance further.

‘’We’re being called up, ambush west of the TV station, Isaac wants us out there right away.’’

Abby stiffened, everything about her face becoming resolute. But before she can imagine the absolute worst outcome, a whole dead troop, he reads her every micro expression and quickly mutters out his next words.

‘’no casualties.’’

That alone got her jaw a little looser, already aching from how it tensed.

‘’M’kay… i gotta-’’

“already grabbed it’’

He states proudly, tossing her beloved backpack to where she caught it, ready to set out but not before double checking everything was inside. Damn worry wart.

‘’Abs’’

‘’Don’t.’’

She whispered out, not wanting to hear the whole ‘relax’ lecture again. Something he made sure to lay on thick these last few months, much as her fellow soldiers. Always an awkward pat on the back, telling her to ‘rest up’, ‘take it easy’ or even ‘simmer down’. That just pissed her off. Specifically being under Isaac’s radar didn’t allow that. Rest was a privilege, a luxury, not a soldier’s right. Wether 1 hour of sleep or 10 you were sent out in the cold muddy terrain, expected to do your job. That’s the one thing he asked, do what he said and he provided. Who was she to argue with that?

The old engine roared to life as her troop settled into the truck’s boot, all squeezed together like sardines in a tin. Rifles and shotgun clinking together under each bump of the road. Seattle’s terrain grew worse by the day, the rapid streams only expanding, destroying more in their wake, structures and parts of the forest burned down from the fights and rot simply spreading, not only in the form of infected but crumbling buildings.

Rubble was starting to pile up but to waste troops, send them out to clean it in times like these were ridiculous. As per such more and more routes shut down, new shortcuts being made, temporary unsafe solutions. Small tunnels trough the collapsing buildings, right trough high risk areas with infected activity and even a mass of boats being fixed up to cut trough the rapid waters more often.

But a boat couldn’t keep you safe, not when a new gush of water rushes down sweeping soldiers off and into the waters. How many deaths would it be before anyone protests, if ever?

Death, it was all she could think about. She heard it over the crackle of radios, right out of Isaac’s mouth, everyone’s mouths and right on paper. She could never exactly place how she felt about death, most people were pretty black-and-white about it. They feared it, or simply didn’t. Moreover she didn’t care much about her death but that of others, what if something happened to say Manny.

People would talk about it for 2 days and move on, but his father would be alone, she’d live with more guilt after promising to keep him safe, his bed would remain messy and unmade, maybe someone new would be assigned as her roommate. His pictures would be kept in a box, something precious, something dear. His fishing pole would remain untouched, grow dusty, the fingerprints would slowly disappear under the layers of caked grime.

She couldn’t help but really look at him for a few moments, the small scar right by his left brow, the stupid man bun he insists on keeping, his scraggly beard she teased him for, his mannerisms with his fellow soldiers, trying to keep the mood up, cracking a corny joke here and there. She… appreciated him, but the day those words would roll off her tongue would never come.She’d never say it, but actions speak louder than words anyway.

And just like any other day, she made a promise in her own head to keep him safe.Manny on the other hand snickered and pulled her out of her somber thoughts, as he playfully tugged her braid.

‘’¿Estás bien? Did the floor do something or-?’’

Her cheeks flush just a little, she’d probably been glaring at the floor again, with her brows furrowed, that classic pout.

‘’all good, listo?’’

‘’sí, vámonos’’

He quickly responded, hopping out with the rest as everyone murmured. So far no scars, only signs of the ambush from this morning. Broken arrows and empty bullet shells scattered across the ground. As if everyone silently agreed the group divided into 4’s and searched the area. Abby was already off, peeking behind the corners and sighing. These tense moments, knowing another ambush could occur any second were the worst. And they were right near some overgrown woods, trees stretching over them. Perfect hiding spots.

Soon enough Manny joined her, glancing around for a few seconds before deciding it’s safe.

‘’So, all of that Spanish really is sticking.’’

“Hm, i’ve been doing my homework.’’

‘’qué impresionante’’

‘’Psh’’

As they squabbled they were headed right into the old warehouse, right on the border of what was still ‘’their’’ territory. Such a trivial thing to fight for, alas. Isaac’s orders were final. How could anyone deny him that when he took them in, starting this all up from the ground?

The metal racks were caked with dust and grime, yet still no spores. Old rusted tools, glass shards crackling under their soles, and her least favorite part being the pallet racks lining the walls, stretching to the top of the building. Something about it felt too closed off, she felt caged. But of course, she brushed it off, only stretching her neck to try and relieve all of the tension before heading further in.

But the quiet never lasted long, an explosion ringing in the distance.They didn’t even have to exchange a glance to rush back outside, the weather now even more depressing and sputtering down droplets of rain. Black smoke filled the air as the truck was slowly burning down, being reduced to nothing but it’s steel frame. The tires seeped into the ground like melting ice cream and the pungent smell of rubber quickly burned into their nostrils after the smoke. She didn’t even have time to pull her shirt over her nose before arrows started flying, multiple scars rushing in to try and corner the group.

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AN/; This is all i managed to squeeze out of my brain, but i thought i'd share anyway just to be sure before deciding to make the final decision to delete it. The pacing is bad, the spanish is done with crappy translators and despite loving Abby so incredibly much as a character i feel that my writing does not portray her well enough for my liking.

This is my first ''fic'' afterall but i still put immense pressure on myself to make something perfect. And i simply, can't.