#jonahs stupid ocs

[karkats-longsleeves]

Flesh Friends ! :^) :-(

[sustainably-du-mortain]

🐊: Animal they're convinced they could beat in a fight (if they actually can or not is irrelevant) , 🦠: Do they sneeze like a dad? , 🎤: Can they sing and do they sing? [MINUS J0NAH 0BVI0USIY QWERE[

🐊Animal they're convinced they could beat in a fight (if they actually can or not is irrelevant)

Jonah

A moose. Solely because they're very present around Wayhaven and he's convinced if he ran into one during one of their walks and had to fight it to protect Bo he could. Despite the fact that he has yet to see an adult moose so he pictures them smaller in his head than they actually are in reality.

Madeleine

Oh gosh, we're talking about the girl who went vegetarian as a kid because she saw the nanny cook a whole chicken and cried about it for weeks. The girl who puts spiders outside her window, crying the whole time she does because she doesn't want to hurt them but she's scared of them. But if someone held a gun to her head and asked, she'd probably pick a goose. She just thinks they're really sly and mean and they're the animal version of a bully.

Côme

I'm torn between a megamouth shark or a thresher shark. Côme just thinks they look quite dumb for sharks and they could easily fight a win against one of these two. Completely ignoring the fact that they don't have the physical abilities to fight humans, let alone sharks.

🦠Do they sneeze like a dad?

Jonah

Yup. 100%. He broke his nose a few times so he sneezes through his mouth because he's scared it's gonna break again if it doesn't despite the fact that his nose is completely fine.

Madeleine

I was going to say no, but you know what? I can kinda see it, so it's an almost. Almost in the way that she sneezes loudly, but still tries to keep it discreet, although she fails half the time.

Côme

Nope. They have an average kind of sneeze, but they do tend to make funny faces when they sneeze.

🎤Can they sing and do they sing?

Madeleine

Surprisingly, she has a nice voice. It's not spectacular or anything like that, but it's really nice and soft and kind of soothing. She doesn't sing unless she's alone or thinks she can't be heard, so no one knows about it for now except Tina (because they were roomies in uni).

Côme

They can't. It's not that they're off rhythm, they're voice is just not made for singing. But they love singing at the top of their lungs and will inflict that curse upon anyone.

Silly ask game

[thedoroftheo]

Man I feel like I’m lame for not being creative with my TMA ships. Am I disappointing the fandom by really only liking the canon ships (and then some of the more popular fan ships)? Like, the wildest ships I have are with Synthia and Annabelle and Melanie, and I wasn’t even the one who came up with Melanie x Synthia. Does an oc x canon even count as a weird ship? The only other weird ship I have is James Wright x Peter Lukas, and even then, it’s really just Jonah x Peter with a different font. I mean, my friend got me into Elias x Mikaela (pre head of institute) a bit, but other than that? I’m picky. Even shipping Jon, Tim, Sasha, and Martin doesn’t feel right to me. Like yeah it’s cute but it’s not my thing??

I feel stupid for this, I’m overthinking this shit…

[foxnfishstudio]

Doodle drop! Jonah Magnus and his stupid glasses are far too much fun. Ian (Young Simon), and Martin doodles. Then some drawings of OCs for my tma rpg. The last one is a try at a self doodle.

[bellysoupset]

Alright, if you follow the plot of my OCs, this one is not an optional story! 🙈

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"Yeah?" Leo picked up his phone already frowning, since his screen displayed Wicked Witch of the West as the caller, "Wendy?"

"Hiii..." Wendy's voice was sugary and his frown deepened, causing Leo to stop chopping vegetables, "are you busy...?"

"Is something wrong? With you? Vin?"

"No, no, nothing is wrong! We're all fine!" Wendy was quick to say, her voice going a note up and Leo squinted, annoyed.

"Then I'm busy."

"Ah," she sounded so defeated, "okay..."

He was not going to feel guilty. He was not going to feel guilty. He was not going-

"What do you want, Wendy?"

She let out a little squeal and Leo rolled his eyes so much they nearly got stuck, "soooo, uhm- are you free tomorrow night?"

"Jonah's in Paris, yeah, I'm free," Leo said bitterly. He was being the world's most supportive fiancé to Jonah's face, but to Wendy he could let out his full bitchiness show.

"Great," Wendy was clearly smiling, "I need you to be my partner in something."

"No."

"You don't even know what it is!"

Leo let out a groan, "what is it?"

"Ballroom dancing," she said it quickly and before he could tell her that absolutely not, Wendy continued to speak, "look! It's just one experimental class, I just wanna know if I'll like it! Please! Bella said she won't go and Vin is away."

"Ask Lucas," Leo scoffed, "he'll love it."

"He already knows how to ballroom dance and Bella's super jealous of him, no thanks," Wendy whined, "please? Hell, I'll pay you-"

"I don't want your money," Leo wrinkled his nose, "can't you just wait until Vin is in town? He's coming over Friday night."

"No, the classes are only Tuesday and Thursday nights..." Wendy was doing her best imitation of a kicked puppy, he knew without even looking at her, "please, Leo."

"It'll only be one class?" he asked, cringing as he heard her celebrating.

"Only one class, I promise!"

"Alright," he started to wipe his messy hands to grab his phone and hung up as Wendy continued to speak: wear track pants! And comfy shoes!

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Leo was standing outside of Wendy's building, questioning his life choices, when his frenemy walked out. Unlike him, who had come straight from work and was wearing exactly what she told him to, Wendy was clad in a red flowy dress, with layers and layers, reaching just past her knees.

She lit up as she saw him, "I'm glad you came!"

Leo raised an eyebrow, "am I gonna regret this?"

"Do you know how to dance?" Wendy circled his car to get in the passenger side and Leo scowled.

"No..."

"Then what a better time to learn than now? You know Jonah knows how to waltz, right?" Wendy entered the car and Leo squinted at her, getting in the driver's seat as she typed the address in her phone's GPS.

"So what if Jonah knows? He knows a bunch of shit I don't, it's not a competition," Leo drummed his fingers against the steering wheel and Wendy let out a heavy sigh, as if he was stupid.

"So you're marrying the guy. Couples typically have a first waltz when they marry and Jon said you wanna do the whole traditional thing, so I'm guessing that as well?" Wendy smiled at him smugly, "you want to keep up with him, right?"

Leo knew he was being manipulated, that didn't stop it from working. He clenched his jaw and turned up his music, causing Wendy to let out an amused huff and look out of her window.

The dance school was across town, a brown building with a brightly lit sign hanging over the door, of a couple dancing. The metal gates were open, so was the front door and a very old receptionist was sitting in the cramped entry hall.

"You must be the Marshall's?" the woman opened a sweety smile when she saw them, "here for the experimental class?"

"God, no-"

"Yes," Wendy squeezed his arm, glaring at him, "Wendy Marshall and Leo Wagner."

"Oh, forgive me, I just assumed," the woman shook her head in an apologetic manner, "they're already warming up, so you better hurry. Down the hall, up the stairs."

"Thank you", Wendy was all smiles as she dragged Leo forward and he started to feel himself lagging behind. He hated doing new things, meeting new people. How did Wendy convince him to join this public humiliation, he wasn't sure.

The second floor had a huge ball room, with mirrors up against a wall, very similar to a ballet studio, except for the couples scattered around and the lack of the support bars along the walls.

"Wendy!" A woman in her late forties said from across the room. Leo turned to look at her, then froze.

She was a tall, skinny woman, with incredibly light blonde hair and striking blue eyes. A severe face, but the illusion was shattered by the smile stretching her thin lips.

"I'm so glad you came!" The woman, probably the teacher, said, crossing the room to meet up with them. She frowned as she felt Leo's gaze on her, blonde brows meeting, "is this the boyfriend you mentioned?"

"No, that's just my friend, Leo," Wendy cleared up, turning to look at him and shake the woman's hand. Leo gulped down around nothing, feeling the air stop in his lungs.

The United States was huge. It was a twenty seven hour drive from Oklahoma to Maine. And out of every fucking place that Amelia could be in, she was there. Standing in front of him, not recognizing him.

"Leo?" Wendy shook his shoulder and Amelia's frown deepened.

"Is he okay?"

"What- What are you doing here?" Leo glared at the woman in front of him. His voice didn't sound like his own. He didn't feel like himself, it was like he was watching the scene unfold out of his body.

The woman looked at Wendy, then at him, "I'm the owner of the studio... I'm sorry, have we met?"

Leo let out a hysterical chuckle.

There were many times he had wondered how it'd feel to see his mother again. Would he feel anger? Resentment? Sadness? Shock?

It had never crossed his mind that she wouldn't recognize him at all. Sure, he had long shed his baby traits, the man he was at nearly twenty six was a completely different person from the tiny ten year old with nearly white hair and too big ears he had been... But he was still her son, how could she not recognize him in the least, when he could easily pin point her through his blurry and faded memories.

"Leo?" Wendy was up in his face now, on her very tip toes and hands cupping his cheeks, sounding concerned, "sweetheart, what is it?"

The fact Wendy, of all people, was using a pet name caused another blubbering giggle to come up. His eyes stung, his hands were clammy and shaky as they closed around Wendy's wrist-

"You said your name is Leo?" Amelia repeated, moving closer and Leo took an instinctive step back, bringing Wendy with him.

It was a split second, but suddenly Wen's dark brows met and her bright green eyes widened, her heart shaped mouth falling into a comic O. She shook her head, glanced between Amelia, then Leo, then raised an eyebrow, "She's not-"

Leo felt like he couldn't breathe. He nodded and Wendy turned around quick as a wip, shoving him behind her as if she was not half his size, "we're leaving," her voice was a whole note louder, "don't even think of coming after us, you've done enough."

Amelia looked distraught and confused, blinking quickly, "no, I- I- Leo? Leo- Edward's Leo?"

It had been at least seven years since Leo had heard his father's name and the word caused his head to spin. He stumbled back and Wendy's grip on his shirt tightened, as if she could and would hold his whole weight in case he collapsed.

"C'mon, Leo, let's go," she turned around, clutching his bicep and shoving him to start moving. Leo took a couple stumbling steps back and Amelia followed, the rest of the class entirely forgotten, looking a bit drunk herself.

"You can't- What are you doing here? In Maine-"

"Stop," Wendy's tone was sharp as she glared at the woman, "Leo, let's go, we need to go-" with another push, he allowed himself to turn around and be all but dragged down the stairs. Ignoring the shouting of his name in the background, the iron grip Wendy was keeping in his bicep-

They stumbled out of the building and he fell like a drunk to his car, bracing against the metal door and trying to catch his breath. Wendy's hand was in the middle of his back, rubbing, and he could feel the nervous energy emanating from her, like a light bulb on the corner of his eye.

"She- Oh my fucking God-" he hyperventilated, not missing the fact this was a horrible place to stop, right in front of the dance studio.

"I know," Wendy couldn't possibly know anything, but her voice was like a lifeboat in the storm and Leo clung to it, nodding along her rambling, "we're leaving, you can't stay here-" her hand entered his pocket without warning, fishing out the car keys and then Leo was ushered inside the passenger seat, despite the fact Wendy had pulled at it earlier and made the whole place cramped.

She shut the door, then ran around the car and got in the driver's side, not even bothering to fiddle with the seat and sitting at the very edge in order to drive.

Leo leaned back against the leather, tugging on his shirt with such a force he ripped the first button, gasping for air. He looked up, at the car ceiling, mind spiraling.

Amelia was in town. Amelia lived in his town. This whole time- Had she been there before he even arrived? Had part of him, somehow, known she'd be in Weston and that was why he picked that scholarship out of all the others? How-

"I thought-" Leo choked up and he hadn't realized he had started to cry, but now he noticed there were tears running down his cheeks and his throat was so tight it nearly hurt, "I thought- Fuck-"

Wendy let out a little wounded noise, almost a mew, and reached without looking, her small hand finding her way to his knee in order to comfort him. Leo wrapped his hand on top of hers, squeezing her fingers and trying to ground himself.

What he could hear? The honks of traffic. Wendy's soft cursing, in full yankee. His own hiccupping sobs. The car humming-

What he could smell? Wendy's sweet perfume. Sea salt, because they were near the port area of the city- Trees.

"Pullover-" Leo slurred, whole body jumping with a heave as his stomach threw the towel, "Wendy, PULL-"

The car came to a screeching halt on the side of the street, in some half empty residential area, and Leo threw the door open hastily, barely managing to hang his head out of it before his dinner made a nasty reappearance over the humid tarmac.

He coughed, the sobs turning into gags once more and spat up another mouthful of acidic sludge, his nose and throat burning, whole body shivering violently.

"Shhh-shhh, I got you," Wendy whispered softly and Leo squeezed the door handle, his other hand in the partition between the front and backseat, white knuckling it. He felt her one of her hands coming to cup his forehead, Wendy squeezing his shoulder in a sweet manner, "get it up, you're okay, sweetheart-"

Leo spat the bitter taste, sniffling grossly. His whole head was pounding, warm... "Fuck," he said eloquently, straightening up and falling back against his seat. Wendy let out a small snort, pushing his hair back and waiting patiently for him to be able to say a whole sentence.

"I didn't- I didn't think I'd ever see her again," he admitted, after a good handful of minutes passed. His head was still spinning and Leo wasn't sure if he felt... Angry or relieved or sad. Right now he just felt nauseous, defeated... Empty.

Wendy didn't say anything, continuing to pet his hair and Leo closed his eyes to avoid her concerned gaze. He pressed his lips into a thin line, swallowing down the knot in his throat that he didn't know if it was nausea or more tears, "I hoped I'd never see her again," he whispered, then wiped his mouth and nose with his sleeve, "I can't believe she didn't even-"

"Fuck her," was Wendy's first coherent sentence since they had left the studio and it was startling enough to cause Leo to open his eyes and chuckle, "fuck her so much," Wen repeated, glaring at him to show how serious she was, "she doesn't deserve you, she never did."

His watery laughter very quickly morphed into tears and Leo folded in half, all but falling straight into Wendy's arms, hiding his face against her neck as she hugged him sideways in the side of the road. He could feel his sobs wrecking through her, as Wendy pressed her lips to the top of his head, squeezing him closer.

[doing-something-unholy]

How many priest ocs do you have?

5?

Yall have met Adrian, the character I roleplay as. He's not me, but he's also not not me lol.

The other one with a proper introduction is Monsignor Cyrus Bennett, the exorcist from my midnight mass fic Hellfire. Permanently grumpy, religious trauma, technically possessed but also not really? There was An Incident in seminary.

I think i mentioned Father Vincent "Vinny" Bright once before too? He's like if a televangelist was the world's worst catholic priest. Cares about himself, money, sex, and drugs, not necessarily in that order. Kinda stupid, became a catholic priest instead of just a megachurch pastor because he thought the catholic church had more money and better uniforms.

Reverend Elias Ramsey has only been mentioned once I think? He used to be the priest at St. Sebastian before Adrian, and was up to no good in the basement. Kind of an abandoned plot line in the depths of this blog but I may do something with it for Halloween?

And my brand new boy: Father Jonah. Went missing for a night in February 1933 under mysterious circumstances, his congregation found him the next morning on the shore, soaked to the bone in sea-water and nearly dead from hypothermia. After he recovered, he was not the same. A much more intense personality, like his brush with death put fire in his veins. But who's to say? Historical record of the little town dwindled not long after, and today the whole place stands empty. Abandoned. Except for one.

[jaxxsoxxn]

New Spider person oc n it's just J Jonah Jameson as a spider man. His nickname is Spider-Guy for stupid reasons. He's only main difference is that he's not as sassy as Peter, but that somehow changes nothing.

Human Torch fully knowing that the guy behind the mask has to be at least twenty years older, yet he's still in a vaugly homoerotic relationship with him for fun.

Daredevil worrying that JJ is being more pushy than normal about Spider Guy vs JJ pointing out his own mistakes and ranting about them at his work, because he feels he could've done better.

Deadpool being like "Omg another grey haired, emotionally troubled old man" and still being down bad.

Spider Guy known for having a great relationship with mutants n enhanced humans, making JJ seem like he hates them, until he almost fistfights a reporter badmouthing one.

Peter being the only one able to get some good shots of him, just because JJ sees this wet cat of a man and decides he needs some wins, so he goes straight to him without a word.

Idk idk, just silly thoughts.

[avrablake]

OC Kiss Week - First

It's been A Week. I really should have scheduled these, but I never did, and then I didn't have time to post them this week. So get ready for some spam of OCs kissing.

This one is a follow up to this scene. Iris kissed Jonah for the first time and now he's trying to figure out what his next move should be.

Jonah didn’t know why he felt so nervous. Iris had kissed him that night outside the inn, and without even thinking, he had kissed her back. It had felt like the most natural thing in the world at the time, and it was. That wasn’t the problem.

He straightened the collar on his shirt for the hundredth time and checked his hair in the mirror again.

The problem was that every time he thought about her, about that kiss, his face burned red and he felt his stomach doing somersaults inside of him. Every time he saw her, he felt like a kid with his first crush. His head turned to butterflies and his hands turned to clumsy, sweaty lumps. He had the urge to run, to hide, to wrap her in his arms, to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe all at the same time.

Instead of doing any of those things, he found himself muttering stupidly, unsure what to do with his hands.

Iris hadn’t said anything, but Jonah was sure she had noticed. Her cheeks would turn the color of roses and she would duck her head in embarrassment, which only made her more beautiful. Which only made him want to kiss her more. Which only made him act more and more stupid.

He was glad that she didn’t seem upset with him, for all his stupidity. He worried though. If he didn’t make some kind of move soon, something to propel their relationship past that first kiss, she just might give up on him. And that would make him the dumbest guy in the world.

So today he was going to do it, he told himself. He had let Iris make the first move before, but he was determined to make the second. Today, he was going to kiss her and tell her how he felt.

His heart started doing flips right along-side his stomach as he caught sight of her waiting for him in the square. His feet threatened to stop working altogether, but he took a deep breath and somehow managed to reach her without falling on his face. Her blue eyes met his and he thought he would melt into goo right then and there, but he didn’t. Instead, he somehow managed to slide his fingers between hers, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his mind wondering if his palms were too sweaty.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his voice sounding slightly higher pitched than he would have liked.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t waiting long,” she said.

After a quick glance around she stretched up on her toes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, her face as bright red as his felt.

He let out a loud laugh and rubbed his free hand over his face.

“I can’t believe you beat me to it again,” he said.

“What?” Iris asked, sounding confused.

“It was my turn to kiss you,” he said. “Here I thought I’d finally worked up the nerve, but you beat me to it again.”

Iris let out a chuckle and waved her finger in front of his face.

“No, you kissed me after I kissed you. That means it was my turn.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Jonah said, pulling her closer before wrapping both arms around her. “Then I guess it’s mine again.”

She tried to turn her head, no doubt worried that someone would see them. Jonah didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought. His lips found hers and he wondered what he had been so nervous about.

“I love you Iris Clare,” he said quietly as he pulled away. “And I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.”

[romana-after-dark]

Coming soon...

Hi everyone! This winter break I'm hoping to get a lot of writing done and wrap up some series!

Special thanks to @hon3yboy or helping me sooooo much with this series!!!!

That being said, once I feel more caught up, do I have a series for you...

Untitled Triple Frontier cult fic

Dark below the cut

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

M/M dynamics

Santiago Garcia: The leader, their Pope, son of the founder, mommy issues (duh), obsessive with his men and with his wife, reader. Pope is particularly obsessed with his right hand man, Frankie. Was told his whole life he was a god-like figure, and acts like it. Dangerous.

Francisco Morales: Right hand man. Quiet, not particularly thrilled with the plan but can't speak out. Only participates in group sex or when Santiago involves him. Is in love with Benny, but can't say as much because of how volatile and possessive Pope is.

Benjamin Miller: Charming, charismatic, slut. Benny is part of the reason they have a lack of virgins to choose from, he's fucked most of them. Insatiable in bed, fucking like a dog in heat. Outside of bed, however, he's fun, nice. Except when he's drunk or high. Loves Frankie.

William Miller: Soft. Gentle. Will treats her like a queen, like their Madonna. He loves her. He says so, after all. Will helps keep her safe, help's her navigate Santi's mania and Ben's addiction and Frankie's coldness. He's just there to take care of her. He promises.

Meet the OC's

Reyansh

Rey is one of the home's security, living in the servants quarters. Reyansh works a lot in the stables and the landscaping, a gentle soul the horses love. Rey befriends our Madonna and although she is initially suspicious of him, she learn that he is trustworthy. Reyansh is in love with the housekeeper, Iris, and they hope to have a family together one day. Faceclaim is Dev Patel

Jonah

Jonah is the head of the guard. He still answers to Will for military decisions, but for the most part he leads the men. Jonah is in charge of keeping the house and the Madonna safe, so he assigns Reyansh to look after her, knowing he's harmless, but capable. Jonah is the father of Iris, but their relationship is strained. Jonah becomes a father figure to Madonna, helping her navigate the world she's found herself in. Faceclaim is Timothy Olyphant

Iris

Iris is the housekeeper and cook for the house. Being stuck as a servant and working long hours in a dangerous household where one wrong move can mean your death, Iris has learned to keep her head down in the hopes that if her and Reyansh behave, they may be allowed to have a life together. She is not fond of reader. She does not think she is the Madonna and thinks she's stupid for getting caught up in the men's lies. She worried that her friendship with Rey will cause problems for them, not because she doesn't trust him, but she knows how possessive and controlling all the men are.

Hoping to debut in January, when after I at least wrap up BBTF and at least 1 or 2 stories on my main.

Comment if you are intested!

Warnings not a ful list, but here are themes and content you should be aware of before start

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap.

A lot of themes and dynamics accidently ended up as kinda a fanfic of Charnellhouse's Watch Your Step, which is now taken off tumblr and AO3 but she's publishing it as a book now so I'll be promoting that book too.

Comment if you are intested and I'll tag you when the first chapter comes out!

Name still TBA ;-;

[lea-andres]

I hope you don't mind me asking a million questions

Which canon character annoys your OC?

What canon character gets annoyed by your OC?

Which canon character respects your OC most? What gained that respect?

Which canon character doesn’t respect your OC whatsoever?

Which canon character does your OC respect a lot?

Which canon character does your OC not respect at all? Why?

Which canon character is pissed off by the general presence of OC?

Who would your OC say is their best friend?

Who would call your OC their best friend? (besides Cynthia)

Yayyyyyyyyyyyy~ It's Alicia hours!!

-There's quite a few because Alicia's a bitch lmao. I will say, she's not a fan of costumed crime fighters. If you dress up in a stupid costume and punch criminals out on the streets, she's griping about how you must be compensating for something wrong with you.

-That's an interesting question lmao. On one hand, Alicia'll behave herself to a degree if the Penguin's trying to strike up some business relationship with the person, but the second he's not invested (or out of town *coughs in the telethon*) decorum's out the window. But for now, let's say Riddler, Alicia said a lot of words that aren't allowed on public television to him during the telethon lmao.

-Honestly, of the canon crew, I think the Penguin respects Alicia the most. As he fucking should, she robbed Lex Luthor, was almost killed twice, and successfully escaped from Metropolis to Gotham without dying. Plus she puts up with Penguin's ass, so willingly despite the whole selling herself to him arrangement too. She's got fucking balls, he can't deny that.

-I MEAN... a fair amount don't lmao. She's the Penguin's fuck toy, a lot of people don't admire that.

-Alicia respects the Penguin right back. I think she respected him before she sold herself to him, tbh. He's built such an empire for himself, and he's so unmistakable.

-Bruce Wayne, DEFINITELY. She just glimpsed him in the same room as her one time and she's making broken pearl necklace jokes lmao.

-I know it says canon, but I'm ignoring it. Crawforde, lmao. His time with Alicia in Arkham is going to get RANCID.

-Penguin. After Penguin, we got Cynthia, Jonah, Margrave, Harley, Alexander. MAYBE Croc, depending on his and Alicia's moods.

-Penguin again. Harley would too. You said I can't say Cynthia so we'll move on lmao. I would hope Alexander would too after everything Alicia helped him with in Arkham but IDK he's not mine lmao.

[magnuficent76]

(For the oc ask game) How about 3, 5, and 9? :D

HELLO !!<3

3. Who do you put through the most emotional turmoil?

Emotional turmoil is probably the best word to describe Jonah's descent into becoming Mephisto, so I'll say it's probably him. Gets everything taken away from him several times, then gets physically hurt to never before seen degrees, and then is homeless for several weeks afterward. Sorry Jonah but it's for character development fella !

5. Which of them has the worst luck?

I'm gonna say Elijah for this one ! Usually for the Caedes, when they lose their eyes and get the cyclops curse effects, at least they'll have some cool stories to tell about it. Elijau didn't really. Get that. Matter of fact his story is just "Got an eye infection and then didn't address it for a few too many days until he went blind". I'd reckon that's shitty luck alright– goes through something terrifying and you can't even look cool with it because the reasoning is so stupid.

9. Has any of them had to be saved from the brink of death? Were there any consequences after?

Pretty much all of them tbh. They live in Pandora and that's the "get thrown to the brink of death several times" planet. These guys probably all saw the light at least once before getting pulled back and the main consequence was that they learned even further that dying Is bad. None of them will do any introspection about it though <3

[khazadspoon]

It took a few days but I’ve finally finished the Jonah/Hale fic I was writing… pure OC smut with @westernmeowmeow’s Hale who I love.

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Hale takes his sweet time turning Jonah into a flushed, whimpering mess. His hands, warm and large and calloused from gun fighting and a life of crime, trail over Jonah’s belly and thighs. The touches are light as a feather, each inch making Jonah’s belly tense and his gut tighten in anticipation. He gasps as the hands push his thighs apart.

“S’alright, boy, I won’t hurt you.”

Hale’s voice is low and sweet, thick like molasses, and Jonah bites back the groan that tries to spill from his lips. He shivers as warm breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. If he looks down, he knows he’ll see those dark eyes looking up at him. But if he sees that look he might say something stupid, might ask for more than just a hot mouth-

He looks down.

“Fuck me,” he breathes.

Hale sucks in a sharp breath. His hands tighten on Jonah’s thighs and the slight sting is wonderful. “You sure?” Hale asks, those deep brown and knowing eyes watching Jonah like a hawk.

Jonah nods and fists the sheets with both hands. He’s sure. He’s been sure since the last time they crossed paths, drinking in some rundown bar and laughing about something normal people would wince at.

“I’m sure. I- I want it.” He takes a shaky breath. “ I… Trust you.”

Hale’s gaze softens for a moment and Jonah swallows the lump in his throat. The man’s lips curve in a slow and heated smirk, the expression making him look like some large predator in the jungle ready to pounce. It makes Jonah’s heart beat wildly in his chest.

“You trust me? Bad decision, boy…” Hale turns his face, nips at Jonah’s thigh, makes his breath catch in his throat. “But I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll make it real good for you.”

The older man dips his head down and Jonah’s world narrows to the feel of a hot, wet mouth on his cunt. He gasps, keens as Hale licks at him, his tongue a wicked weapon of pleasure as it flicks over his cock. Jolts of sensation rush up his spine and Jonah curses at the ceiling. His hips buck, the muscles in his thighs tensing as Hale’s clever mouth (always quick with a remark, always ready to laugh and joke before cutting a man down) works at him with expert precision.

Jonah threads his fingers through the thick hair on Hale’s head and holds him there, rocks his hips and takes what he wants. He’s only ever bold here, he thinks, naked and free with Hale who burst into his life and calls him friend. Hale, who kills and robs for a living. Hale who saw who he was and shrugged, treated him no different than any other man. The breathless moans he’s making only get louder as Hale presses long fingers inside him. One at first, then two, curling and rubbing at every sweet spot until he’s soaked and whining. Jonah’s fingers tighten their grip as the third finger pushes in, thrusts into him, Hale’s single-minded determination driving him crazy.

He comes with a silent shout, muscles taut as it rushes through him. He feels the vibrations of Hale’s pleased hum and shivers, letting go of the man’s hair and sinking down into the bed.

Hale wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and the action makes Jonah shiver.

“Now,” Hale says in a low voice, crawling up the bed to lean over him, “you still want it?” He leans down, his lips tacky as they drag up the length of Jonah’s throat. “Because if you ain’t sure-”

Jonah flushes and pushes up, let’s put a low desperate growl as he grabs at Hale’s shoulder and hip, tips them over so he can straddle the man’s waist. He can feel how wet he is, the way he’s making a mess on Jonah’s stomach. “You don’t gotta keep asking if I’m sure,” he grits out, unable to stop himself rolling his hips once to feel the shiver of arousal still thrumming through him.

Hale stares up at him with a grin, his dark eyes glittering as his hands reach up to roam over Jonah’s chest. He cups Jonah’s breasts, kneads them and rolls the nipples with his thumbs. “Just making sure, little prince.”

Jonah knows he must look silly; he’s blushing from head to toe, pale skin pink and hot to the touch, his hair a mess and his hands shaking slightly. But the desire on Hale’s face is clear, unrestrained. The man’s grin stays firmly in place as he grips Jonah’s waist, lifts him and shifts him back, the hard curve of his cock trapped between them and making the breath catch in Jonah’s throat.

“Go ahead. Take your time though, I know you ain’t done this before. Besides, we’ve got nowhere else to be, I want to see what you can do.”

Despite the urgency coursing through him, and the obvious lust on Hale’s face, he does start slow. He raises himself up slightly and takes a now almost familiar grip on Hale’s cock. He bites his lip and takes a deep breath, braces himself for the pain he’s heard girls talking about and-

It never comes.

He feels full, feels a deep ache that makes his toes curl. The sensation thrums inside him as though he’s been stood next to an explosion. His eyes drift shut, mouth open on a slow and shuddering breath, a strange but delicious need forming in his core.

“Fuck, I knew you’d feel good,” Hale groans, his own voice thready and softened by sweet pleasure. His fingers curl and grasp at Jonah’s thighs. He looks up, meeting Jonah’s gaze. “Whenever you’re ready.” His slow and easy grin is all the encouragement Jonah needs.

The first jerking movements of his hips make his breath fly from his lungs in sharp gasps. The ache inside him lessens, the sheer intensity of his arousal easing the way more than he had ever imagined possible. He rolls his hips, grinds them and feels Hale’s cock filling him and bites out a curse.

“Oh sweet Jesus-!”

His hands rest on Hale’s chest, his nails biting into tanned skin, and he stares down with wide eyes as his own cock rubs against Hale’s body. When he lifts up again there is a moment where he wonders what would happen, what Hale would do if he got up and stopped. He won’t, he wants it too badly now to stop, but…

He drops down again. Rises, falls, rises, falls, fucks himself on Hale’s hard prick until the muscles of his thighs start to burn. The man helps him with a firm grip. The sense of fullness only increases and Jonah can hear the constant high moans falling from his lips.

Hale holds him up, thrusts his hips to pound into Jonah and the sudden change has a scream of pleasure flying from him before he can even think to stifle it.

“That’s it, boy,” Hale hisses, “so good, knew you’d be good, fuck! Tell me how it feels.”

The words hit Jonah like a bullet. They twist in his gut, coil around him and squeeze until he is panting Hale’s name like a litany. He can’t form sentences. He can’t think, can’t do anything but let Hale fuck him and gasp as he reaches down, rubs his cock in time with each powerful thrust. Each movement causes a wet slap, their hips meeting in a slowly degrading rhythm as they hurtle towards the end.

Jonah doesn’t want it to end.

He wants to stay here, suspended in sweet, aching pleasure until he loses his mind with it.

But that is impossible.

He falls into orgasm, muscles tensing and shaking, pulse hammering and his voice crying out into the air around them and it feels like-

Freedom.

Beneath him, Hale swears and holds onto him tighter. He pauses, lifts Jonah up and doesn’t protest when he lands heavily on the taller man’s chest. Jonah listens to the slick sound of Hale’s hand on his cock, bites and kisses at his neck as Hale comes with a low and rasping moan.

Fullness is replaced by a strange, almost beautiful emptiness. He shivers and curls up on Hale’s chest, mouths at his neck and tries to regain his breath. He doesn’t quite succeed, but then neither does Hale.

They lay together on the bed, two bodies soaked with sweat, lungs heaving and laughter beginning to bubble in their chests.

“Thank you,” Jonah mumbles.

Hale snorts a laugh. “Don’t thank me, kid, you did most of the work.”

“Still…”

Silence descends. It’s a warm, gentle silence, one that feels more like comfort than oppression. Jonah doesn’t want to break it. He feels exhaustion creep over him and is asleep before he can even think of moving.

He wakes alone. A blanket is draped over him, a pitcher of water on the table, and a hastily written note.

‘Keep out of trouble, small one. Until next time.’

Jonah smiles despite the disappointment in his chest. He had hoped for a little more time with the outlaw, more than the single afternoon they had shared. And if he had hoped for another round…

But, as Hale had written; he will wait until next time.

[erazonpo3]

im rlly in the weeds of an angelfireshipping spiderverse AU that comes down to "what if jonah jameson was spiderman's love interest but also he was working for doc oc" its so stupid i love it

[mondstadtlover6000]

initial inspo for connor/thalia?

okay funny story! kind of. i was at drama camp when i was like 12 and me and this other kid were talking about percy jackson. somehow we got to the topic of ships and, being stupid little kids, tried to ‘impress’ each other by saying random crackships and attempting to make them seem plausible. his choice was kayla/rachel and mine (or my sister’s, she was there too, idk it all blends tgt) was connor/thalia! my sisters and i would group headcanon connalia stuff for a few years after that, mostly connor having a crush on her, so it was kind of normal for us for a bit. come january something altered my brain chemistry and got me obsessed enough to write a fic for them, adding in lots of angst and drama and additional stuff instead of the jokes it’d been originally. not sure what it was? but yup that was the origination, and btw camp boy has been immortalized as the oc jonah from cabin 5 in the pjosceu :)

[bellysoupset]

Who is most likely to “eat their feelings?”

So many of my OCs do this!

I think in order: Leo, Max, Bella, Vince.

Jonah and Luke both get nauseous when they're nervous, although Jon gets straight up sick, so they don't eat their feelings.

Wendy SHOULD be the top one, but that's only ever if she's relapsing which is not a thing that happens often, I'm writing now her second ever hiccup since rehab when she was 16 (it happened again when she was in Pennsylvania, but it was just a hiccup too). In her normal state, she's very very mindful of not overeating not to trigger herself, so she's also a no.

Leo eats his weight in chocolate if he's bummed and Max won't overeat, but he'll go full stupidity and eat comfort foods that make him sick. Bella will overeat and so will Vince!

[macbethz]

what kinds of godawful college food choices do your ocs make?

I WAS GONNA DRAW SMTH TO ANSWER THIS AND THEN GOT TOO SLEEPY AND FORGOT IT WAS IN MY INBOX IM SORRY...

in college hg lived mostly on nicotine and sometimes instant food. jonah likes his mothers recipes but similarly does not really care about good food nearly as much as he does having other people admire his cooking. so jonah sometimes cooking for the two of them is a win-win in terms of getting healthy food into their bodies even tho its for entirely stupid reasons