#EXE Ocs

[xxseraphimphobiaxx]

EXE Females OC

all female belongs to me! ^^

[the-arcade-doctor]

[bbybluemochi]

[OC] i miss drawing my eldritch monster oc soooo bad 🐙

[rafeslvbug]

maybank!reader on rafe’s yacht…

you were wrapped in a beach towel that rafe had laid over your shoulders after a dive into the sea, something he’d tried to warn you against with a, “baby, boats are made so you can go on the sea without getting wet.”

crossed legged on the cushioned seats of the yacht, you sat, soaking in the warmth on your dripping skin while you had a bowl of strawberries in your lap. you felt the cushions sink underneath you from the weight of rafe as he laid down next to you, him casually slipping an arm under the towel and around your waist, fingers resting above the waistband of your bikini.

turning towards him, you plucked a strawberry from the bowl, holding it out to his mouth. “what you tryna feed me, now?” he chuckles, glancing down at the strawberry through his sunglasses.

“yeah, do you want it?” you ask, sticking it out further, so it nearly touches his lips. lifting his head off the pillows, he bites into the red fruit, some of the juice dripping down his lips and onto the tips of your fingers. it hardly makes much of a difference to you, though, your fingers are already covered in the pink juice, strawberry leaves stuck to them - what’s one more?

rafe curses under his breath, moving his hand to try and get the liquid spilling down his chin. “ah fuck, did i get it?”

you laugh, grinning down at him as you shake your head, “no, d’you want me to get it for you?” your question is masquerading as genuine, while your intentions are anything but, messy fingers only covering his face in more of the juice. catching on, he starts to try and move his head back, only for you to chase his evasive movements.

“i’m good– baby, i’m good!” he laughs, throwing his head back, trying to get it away from your attack of strawberries.

“no no you have some more ray, i’m just tryna get it off!” you giggle, moving closer until he eventually has you pulled onto him, chest to chest, and your hand fully resting on his cheek.

he almost doesn’t care about how his face is smeared with strawberries, your sticky hand resting on his cheek, grounding yourself as he pulls you into a kiss. grinning through lazy laps of your mouths, his arm still firmly around your waist, towel having slipped off during the fit of laughter.

“you’ve gotta clean me up, y’know?” he murmurs through the kiss, while you just shush him with a finger pressed to his lips, before slipping back in.

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“rafe can i drive the boat?”

he nearly shoots his head up, looking down at you with slight bewilderment from where you’re laying on his bare chest. “…you wanna drive the boat?”

nodding, you explain, “jj never lets me drive dad’s boat, i swear i won’t crash it!” planting your hands on his chest, pouting up at him with those eyes he’s never been able to resist, rafe nods. besides, anything to be your favourite (over jj).

…

your back is pressed up against his chest while he stands behind you, hands wrapped over yours on the wheel. “alright then, baby, see all you gotta do is steer it a little to the left..” he hums, guiding your hands in the right direction.

the whole time you have the largest smile on your face, beaming with an intensity enough to blind even the sun. tentatively, rafe releases your hands, only giving gentle advice from behind you, his fingers now lingering on your waist. “am i doing it rafe?” you grin, looking over your shoulder at him.

“yeah, pretty girl, you are..” he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your head. “a little to the right though baby,” he comments, so you turned the wheel in that direction and lead the boat away from another oncoming one.

“see, absolute natural..you can drive my boat from now on, nevermind ‘bout your dad’s.” it was the type of reassurance rafe’d always give you - don’t worry about your dad, he’d always be there.

-

rafe tied the boat to the port, securing the knot while you tugged his quarter-zip over your head and accepted his help in stepping off onto the boardwalk. arm slung over your shoulders, he and you walked up the planks to tannyhill, rafe spending the entire time engaging in hushed conversation with you, sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

but before you could get to his house, jj and pope were walking back from a drop off they did for heyward, and jj was never going to let you hang out with rafe for too long.

“alright cupcake! you and kook king over there have had too much fun doing god knows what, come on home!” jj calls out to you, hands cupping around his mouth as if to amplify his voice for the hard of hearing condition you always faked to get away from him and his orders.

“jj–” you start to protest, not missing how rafe’s arm tightens around your shoulders.

“no arguments, get over here!”

you glance apologetically up at rafe before murmuring, “sorry..gotta go. today was fun though.”

“yeah? we can do it again, tomorrow?” rafe suggests, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“tomorrow sounds good,” you smile, tiptoeing to press a kiss to his lips, which he’s quick to return. you don’t even look to see the no doubt repulsed look on jj and pope’s face, keeping your head down as you reluctantly walk away from rafe.

“such a buzzkill jj,” you grumble, brushing past your brother, hugging rafe’s zip up closer to your skin.

“you went on his boat?” is all jj has to ask, marching up behind you, unable to hide the disgust in his voice even if he and rafe are being civil, whatever that means to them.

“he lets me drive it, unlike someone” you quip, earning an exasperated sigh from jj, which makes you break into a grin.

“jesus, i’ll let you drive the boat if it keeps you off his.”

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(yap : i can’t even tell you how happy this combo makes me - i’ll take every request for them in the world.)

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea #8:

A yandere ex is dumped by his girlfriend, (Y/n), because she caught him cheating. The yandere is quick to chase her around begging for forgiveness while she's heartbroken. He basically stalks her to the point that (Y/n) had to put restraining orders on him and change her city and number. Years later, he finds her about to marry her yandere fiancé (who is secretly MUCH more yandere than him) to whom (Y/n) gave her heart. The yandere fiancé knows about the yandere ex's existence, and constantly watches him; he mocks and rubs it in his face that (Y/n) will never be his to the point of secretly inviting him to the wedding and watching him mockingly and scornfully from the audience from the altar, after kissing his beloved.

[daftpatience]

made up a girl but hes not a new kind of girl by any stretch

[sugugori]

Jason Todd who does not play about his ex at all. Your break up was mutual, too many arguments, not enough communication. Though you still loved each other, you both knew it was for the best. At least for now, because he always knew he’d come back to you eventually. And while you two weren’t exactly on speaking terms, maybe a slight nod if you crossed paths in public (his heart tore open every time), he never misses a chance to watch you from afar. Everyday, if he can. He just needs to make sure you’re safe, he needs that. Doesn’t matter if you’re apart for 6 months or 2 years, that man is never moving on- it’s kind of pathetic. You’re the only person that matters to him, after all- it’s you or nothing.

Exes does not always mean the love is gone, it’s still very much there. In fact, the love is so strong it sits heavy on his chest and crushes his ribs each night he spends away from you. He wants what’s best for you, but he prays that it won’t be much longer until you’re back in his arms.

After a while though, he starts to get a bit impatient. Dropping hints that you two have been apart for far too long, and he’s ready to try again. Every run in you have in public, there he is with this long speech of how he’s healing and working on himself. He wants you back, bad. And yeah, he agreed to the break up but he didn’t really mean it. Wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up to your place distressed, after months of dancing around each other, begging for you to just come back home.

And don’t get me wrong, yes he has actually been working on himself- more than you know. Part of it is because he realizes he’s in desperate need of some good healing. But for the most part, it’s you. It’s always you, always going to be. His sole purpose of anything has always circled back to you. So, he fixes his attitude just enough, eats 3 square meals a day, tries real hard to say what’s on his mind. Because he realizes he can’t rush this if he hasn’t made any progress. But along the way, he also sort of realizes.. why can’t you two grow together?

Reblogs are appreciated! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[zivazivc]

I love thinking about pop trolls and how isolated they had been in that caged tree. I bet their knowledge of the world deteriorated in all sorts of ways over time, including funny ways like this.

Makes me think of when they sent the first platypus taxidermy to Europe and the scientists initially claimed that it's a fake that had been put together with parts of different animals. 😅

Anyway I bet Floyd made a bunch of interesting comments and statements during the band days that made the others (usually Hed) lose their marbles.

Bonus:

they're still not on the same page but they're both enjoying this too much

[maetersart]

Are you scared?

durgetash let's gooooo

[naomifranq]

Iron and Sugar: No Going Back

Yesterday was my good friend Kat's birthday, and to celebrate I turned our OCs into a movie poster.

[janisjoy]

New outfits!

Felix'Iliad "Fix" Polaris goes into space :)

[the-arcade-doctor]

if i ever were to make the games that my springy exe's would possess Virus - ransomeware making you play a game of Springy 1 while your files get deleted Stalker - a game that has a bunch of messages hidden in audio and spectrographs Spiral - A file breaking video game using the 4th wall to it's fullest extent

[starheavenly]

But what if they were exes?!

Y'all wanted romance I give you.... idk

[meo-eiru]

Without wasting any time! We have a new character poll!!

Since I hadn't posted in a while I decided it's time we refresh things a little. As you guys know I've been wanting to add a new member to our cast for a while now and I thought it'd be a great idea to bring along a new yandere with me

Here are our options!

[rafeslvbug]

rafe helping maybank!reader after an encounter with luke…

your sobbing into your brother’s shirt, burying your bloody face into him while his bruised arms hold you. he should’ve been there. should’ve come faster. should’ve helped you.

luke’s gone now, leaving behind the stench of alcohol and disappointment, jj scared him off. now, it was you two, and he needed help. he couldn’t do this alone, and as much as he hated it : he needed rafe.

his fingers dialled rafe’s number over the phone. it hung up. he tossed the phone onto the floor, grappling around for yours, the one rafe got you for your birthday, equipped with all that fancy face id stuff too. but that wouldn’t work while you were in this state. so he tapped in the passcode - rafe wouldn’t hang up on you.

and thankfully, he was right.

rafe picked up on the first ring. “hey baby?” his voice spoke through the phone, and jj held you tighter, holding the phone up to his ear.

“not her rafe, you need to come over,” he says, trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, ignoring every ache in his body.

“jj– why the fuck d’you have her phone?”

“not now asshole, get over here, she’s beaten, badly, if you care about her i– she needs your help,” he sighs, unsure if he’s annoyed or relieved that for once in his life, jj isn’t the person you need, or can solely rely on.

rafe hangs up after a firm, “coming.” the car that pulls up, looks incredibly out of place on the cut, but jj doesn’t question it. he knows it’s rafe.

getting up, he supports you against the couch, heading to the door and opening it for rafe who doesn’t even spare him a glance, pushing past to you. jj says nothing, looks back at you sorrowfully, knows rafe has got it handled and mutters, “i’ve gotta take care of somethin’, you okay with her?”

“always,” rafe nods, listening to the click of jj shutting the door.

then he’s knelt in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face to see the bruises blooming across your cheek, the blood running from the corner of your mouth and your red eyes. “holy..baby d’you need to get to a hospital?” he asks concerned, cupping your cheeks gently, trying not to press down on your injuries.

only managing a shake of your head, unable to speak through the sobs bubbling at your throat, rafe pulls you in, arms wrapping around your huddled form and tucking you under his chest. rafe softly rocks you, pressing kisses into your hair until you’ve settled and the sobs you unleashed have been subsided.

it’s safe, in his arms. a type of safety you’ve never felt unless with the pogues, but this is far more intimate. you could fall asleep here, live in the comfort of him, his gentle words and reassurances.

before you know it, he’s carefully lifting you into his arms, carrying you to the car and settling you in. he drives slow, careful even though he wants to speed and get to tannyhill as fast as he can. when he does get there, he makes a beeline for his bedroom, helping you to wash off after you feel better. his arms support you, fingers lingering over each and every bruise, across your stomach and arms, the blood running down you.

he helps you change into his hoodie and sweatpants, tucking you into his bed even if it’s broad daylight. you’re not going to move from there if he can say anything about it. having refrained from pushing you to speak this whole time, he now sat next to you, stroking back your hair and murmuring, “baby..you okay to talk?”

sniffling, you nod, “yeah.”

“how d’you feel? does it still hurt?”

“mhm,” you hum.

rafe’s brows pinch together, being able to do nothing other than you bring you into his arms again, delicately kissing the bruise across your cheek.

“don’t go back there again.”

he says it so simply. whispered into your hair, like an order over a suggestion. don’t go back, as if it was that easy.

“stay with me,” he murmurs, down heartened when you shake your head against him.

“i can’t.”

“why not?” he pulls back an inch to see your face properly, the tears already beginning to pool at your eyes which he quickly brushes away.

“i couldn’t leave jj an–“

“jj’s got john b. he stays there most the time, you said it yourself once. just stay with me, you’re safer here.”

you sink your teeth into your lip, holding back tears and trembles. “i’ll talk to jj first,” you whisper, and rafe nods, before pressing a kiss to your head and muttering something about leaving to get medicine and food.

when he was gone, you stared at the ceiling of his room, buried in his blankets and as much as you don’t want to leave jj, you don’t want to leave this bed either.

[caemidraws]

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