#oc: hazel wright

[i-cant-fkn-spell]

Wanted to made a silly post yk

Hazel Wright

Raisa (Raya)

Gareth Oswald Burns

[p-a-c-k]

Okie dokie more ocs from Izakk's canon universe that have nothing to do with Gotham or DC and I probably shoulda started with this one because some of y'all are gonna recognize this name-

It's Izaya!!! In his canon universe Izaya is Izakk's twin brother and not a clone!

Name: Izaya Logan James

Age: 24

Birthday: October 31st, 2001

Sign: Scorpio

Sexuality: Gay

Gender Identity: Cis man

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 6'1/185.42 cm

Weight: 172 lbs/78.0179 kg

Eye color: Hazel

Hair color: Black

Hair Texture: 3a

Race: Caucasian

Relationship Status: Taken

Occupation: Actor

Languages Spoken: English, Russian, Japanese

Personality: loud, flirty, loving. Very out there and social, often the life of any gathering he's at. Loves very strongly and affectionate towards his family, friends, and partner. Very passionate about things he cares about.

Mother: Violet Jeane James (deceased)

Father: Steven Ross James (deceased)

Brother(s): Michael Giovanni James, Gin Gilbert James, Blakely Ford James, Apple Humphrey James, Izakk Tiberius James, Jacob Owen James

Sister(s): Jacqueline Miranda James

Sibling(s): none

Aunt: Alexandria Lily Cross

Partner(s): Sheldon Jeremiah Wright

Best Friend(s): Apple Humphrey James

Friend(s): Ashton Jamie Simms, Dare Corbin Laws, Damien Truett Hudson, Jason Luis Kyles, Jasmine Taylor Kyles, Paige Amaya Torres, Brianna Elise Hudson

Ex(es): none

Enemies: Malcolm Reese Arden, Rose Marie Carsons, Richard Holt Kyles

Pet(s): none

Likes: red, pink, love, his partner, his siblings, his friends, fruity cocktails, drama, crowds, attention, dancing, fruit, acting, Valentine's Day, having something to do

Dislikes, heartbreak, cold weather, Rose, Malcolm, Richard, being ignored, being alone, plaid, people being sad

Disorder(s), Child PTSD, ADHD, Autism

Body Modification(s): different hearts tattooed across his body. Gauges in his lobes.

Picrew Time-

Bonus of him with Sheldon-

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oc posting :P

Bridgette ‘Jet’ Anne Wright

-5’4”

-17

-she/they

-black hair, green eyes

-great fashion sense made up exclusively of other peoples closets

-will steal your clothes too

-party girl who somehow has good grades w out really trying

-sassy and outgoing but very sweet

Wendy Jane Johannsen

-5’6”

-16

-she/her

-light brown hair, hazel eyes

-obviously booksmart, quietly streetsmart

-stressed out 24/7 in the most girlboss way possible

-only child who’s tired of the pressure to be perfect

-reserved but sweet once she’s comfortable

[ma-sulevin]

@belorage​ @shellibisshe​ and @honeysides​ all tagged me to share my character name meanings / reason why I chose them!

Benjamin Fox

From the Hebrew name בִּנְיָמִין (Binyamin) meaning "son of the south" or "son of the right hand", from the roots בֵּן (ben) meaning "son" and יָמִין (yamin) meaning "right hand, south".

Benjamin was also the 30th most popular name for boys born in 1990, which I imagine is where I found the name. This doesn’t always happen, but Benji started with a face claim (specifically, this “bisexual disaster” photoshoot of Casey Deidrick), so I went searching for a name that fit. I saw the name Benjamin and my heart said “that boy is Benji.”

Ruthie Campbell 

Her real name is actually Mary Ruth, so:

Usual English form of Maria, the Latin form of the New Testament Greek names Μαριάμ (Mariam) and Μαρία (Maria) — the spellings are interchangeable — which were from Hebrew מִרְיָם (Miryam), a name borne by the sister of Moses in the Old Testament. The meaning is not known for certain, but there are several theories including "sea of bitterness", "rebelliousness", and "wished for child". However it was most likely originally an Egyptian name, perhaps derived in part from mry "beloved" or mr "love".

and

From a Hebrew name that was derived from the Hebrew word רְעוּת (re'ut) meaning "friend".

I technically named her after my grandmother who passed in 2016. Let’s not look too deeply into it; I didn’t realize Ruthie was going to bully her way into so many universes.

Emma Nguyen

Originally a short form of Germanic names that began with the element ermen meaning "whole" or "universal". 

I picked out Emma’s face claim on purpose before I chose her name, and I ended up with Maggie Q. Since Maggie Q is half white and half Vietnamese, that’s what I made Emma. Nguyen is the most popular Vietnamese surname (something like 40% of Vietnamese people have the surname Nguyen), and Emma was the 81st most popular baby name in 1993. “Emma Grace” is just a really strong Church Girl name, and that’s how she was raised.

Tyler Moore

From an English surname meaning "tiler of roofs", derived from Old English tigele "tile".

Are you going to fire me if I tell you Tyler was the 48th most popular baby name for the year he was born (1980)? If it helps, I decided to go with it because Tyler was the name of the first boy I kissed.

Mattie Covington

From the Germanic name Mahthildis meaning "strength in battle", from the elements maht "might, strength" and hild "battle"

Matilda June Covington....... I accidentally named her after the daughter of a girl I went to college with, but I swear it was 100% an accident. I think I wanted to name her Mattie, then thought it would be cute if it was short for Matilda, then I needed a cute name that was a little redneck to go with it. Thus, Matilda June was born. (It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that I saw a post on Facebook and realized what I had done).

Jude Wright

I had to chase this one down, because “Jude” is from “Judas” which is the Greek form of “Judah,” and Judah means:

From the Hebrew name יְהוּדָה (Yehudah), probably derived from יָדָה (yadah) meaning "praise."

I really don’t remember where I came up with the name Jude. I think I just like it.

Chelsea Cooper

From the name of a district in London, originally derived from Old English and meaning "landing place for chalk or limestone".

Chelsea was a popular girl’s name in the 90s, but I also just always really liked it? I think it’s pretty.

Hazel Shepard 

From the English word hazel for the tree or the light brown colour, derived ultimately from Old English hæsel. 

I googled “names like Piper” and Hazel was on the Nameberry list. That’s really as deep as it gets, but I think it really suits her.

Avery Ryder

Behind The Name says it’s a diminutive of Alfred, and Alfred means:

Means "elf counsel", derived from the Old English name Ælfræd, composed of the elements ælf "elf" and ræd "counsel".

Did I know it meant that when I picked it out for her? Yes. Is it also my top baby name for a real life child? Also yes.

[starry-eyes-starry-skies2]

A Sneak Peak for My American Girl OCs!

(From right to left, top to bottom)

Faith Penn, a Quaker girl from 1656 who wants nothing more than to be a missionary

Meg Honeywell, a girl with a hatred for marriage and a love for adventure living in 1789

Ana Oleastro Huerta, a Mexican-Spanish girl in 1811 who isn’t ready for the changes growing up brings

Maryam Mensah, a science-loving Muslim girl living in 1917 battling pressures to be “normal”

Miyoko Harada, a Japanese girl with a heart of gold who immigrates to crazy gold rush California in 1853

Charlotte Wright, a 1903 girl who gets to be a kid for the first time but is limited by her polio

Leilani Kekoa, a Hawaiian-American girl who uses reading as an escape from 1934 Oklahoma’s Dust Bowl. (Leilani actually has one hazel eye and one blue eye.)

Magnolia D’Angelica, an Italian girl in 1879’s Louisiana coping with the loss of her Nonna and her sudden adoption by the McMichot family

Adelia de Chagny, a French-American girl with big dreams of being a trumpet player in 1925

(From left to right, top to bottom)

Claire Trenton, a 1944 girl using her talent for propaganda writing to change the world

Madelin Marth, a Hopi girl from 1966 who doesn’t remember her culture but does know she’s being fostered by the proudly Chinese Mei family

Melanie Reeding, an African American girl from 1959 who’s determined to prove she is just as good an actress as any white girl

Cassidy Killian, a Jewish girl from 1971 who supports the environment, civil rights, and the abolition of war

Emily Harper, a Jewish girl with a gay older brother who wants nothing more than his and his boyfriend’s safety as the 1981 AIDS death toll rises

Christine Alistair, an African American girl diagnosed with autism as it’s beginning to become more well-known

[queenquartz1]

This is my OC Sasha (Rose) Cobbler. She was born with a mutation that caused her to have one eye. Along with this, she has blood pressure problems and extreme anxiety (for example she can't be left alone at all except in her bedroom otherwise she has a daunting feeling that she's been abandoned, which comes from her birth parents' actions).

She is the adopted child of my oc Mary Cobbler (slender brothers' mum). Mary adopted her when Sasha was 2 (Javier was 3 (he is my oc version of Offender), Slender and Trender were 6, and Splendor was 9). She dyed her hair yellow when she was 16 because it reminded her too much of her birth parents, who abused her and left her on a path when she was 2. She is now about 22. She has been dating Tim for 2 years (their love story is on my Wattpad called Love With Hazel Eyes).

Is there anything I'm missing? Uhhhhhhh

OH YEAH THE CAT. The cat is called Cookies 'n' Cream (she does not make an appearance in the love story bc she was a random idea that turned into an actual thing after the story so I assume Cookies joined the family afterwards). Cookies was found by Sasha and she cared for her so long that Cookies saw Sasha as her mum. Cyclops cat and cyclops mum. Yeah. Creative.

Sasha is 4'6" so short as hell and she's a bit chubby. She has scars and bruises from her parents and SH scars on her right thigh (she stopped after a few years after meeting Tim bc he helped her the best since in my headcanon he used to SH as well). Anything else????? Not that I can think of rn. But ye. I'll link my wattpad story in this post.

[browniefox]

1, 3, 4, 6, 13, 18?

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing.

She was rather short and plain looking, continually pushing her hair behind her right ear. Hazel eyes were staring out into nothing, even as her hands moved across the keys of her laptop. Several half-finished projects sat around her physically or on the tabs of her laptop, but her mind wasn't able to focus on any of it.

3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?

Time travel, but I answered that in a previous ask :) Also alternate universes, but that kind of is like a cousin to time travel. I've always attributed my love for them from being way way way into katekyo hitman reborn around when I got into fanfiction - they have a lot of those sorts of fics.

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

@werewolves-are-real has like just a lot of good fics, especially their digimon characterizations are just to die for. @garamonder's spiderverse/marvel crossover blew my socks off, and their voice thorugh it was amazing. prettybird979 on AO3 is another of the authors who I turn around and there they are again, writing great things. @the-east-art always has something good with great au ideas. yellow_caballero on AO3 also has good fics especially for tma that have such good twists. @wildfey always knocks the wright family characterization out of the park. And then HopeStoryTeller (who, hey, I think writes pokemon cynthia-centric fics now) always has really good ideas and excutes them well.

6. First fic/pairing you wrote for? (If no pairing, describe the plot)

My first fic I published (so not the warrior cats roleplay in a journal with like five other girls in my class) was an oc-centric fic for Bleach where an ignored twin became really skilled and also fell in love with a shinigami. I mean, she was also a shinigami, but like it was a secret.

13. Favorite fic from another author?

Hm, IDK if it's my all-time fav fic because trying to decide things like that causes me anxiety, but I love yellow highway lines (that you’re relying on to lead you home). by renquise. It's a motorcity fic, but more than that it's a beautiful and fun story about five friends traveling across the post-apocalypse landscape to deliver a package. What's in the package? Read to find out. I feel like you can probably read it and have a good time with minimal knowledge of motorcity, so please, give it a try! I always come back to it now and again.

18. How old were you when you started writing?

I think I first considered writing something I was good at in, like, third grade, but I didn't actively write until I was probably 13 or 14.

[fairytalefragments]

I think i maybe requested something, so could we maybe see the inbox contents?

✦ yeah alright from oldest to newest there is:

Junko Konno gif icons

DnD OC kin moodboard

Orlok Dracule stimboard

Grey Fox icons

Noel Cerquetti stimboard

matching Phoenix & Maya icons

SCOUT (murder by numbers).icons

Watts & Hazel moodboard

Akiyama Mizuki icons

Phoenix Wright icons

matching Reiju & Sanji (one piece) icons

Asbestos (arknights) icons

Maya Fey icons

Lie Ren bi/bigender pride icons

Jean (genshin) catgender icons

Kaede Akamatsu moodboard

Wolf aesthetic

Dahlia Hawthorne moodboard

Curren (dragalia) stormgender pride icons

Mikan Tsumiki gif icons

Akane Kurashiki graphic

Toko Fukawa icons

Yveltal icons

Phoenix Wright moodboard

Ace Attorney OC kin moodboard

Jessica (arknights) autistic pride icons

and that's everything! I've had a very low energy day so i only did 3 things today. and I've had to delete a couple requests lately for breaking the rules (mostly ppl requesting moodboards and stuff i only do for listed sources for unlisted sources) but yeah!

༄ Mod Story 🌟

[i-cant-fkn-spell]

I miss them so much I miss theeem

translate: Love is... Sleep with him even if he possessed by Walrider

[arin-schreave]

Practice Challenge

Welcome to our practice challenge! Previous OCs have had two practice challenges, however this time around we will only be having one practice challenge.

The practice challenge is optional and won’t count for or against your character. That being said if you request feedback from us we can give it to you.  As stated before, you aren’t required to complete the practice challenge, but please know it’s a good introduction for your characters as well as a helpful tool for you to get to know them better. If you complete the practice challenge you will be able to use it later to replace a mandatory challenge.

There are three optional prompts for you to complete. You can do one, two, or all- it’s your choice. Please note that for Prompt 2 a roleplay with the other members of your plane is encouraged but not required.

Prompt 1: Life before The Selection

What is your family like?

What was it like living in your province?

Why did you decide to enter your name?

Prompt 2: Journey to the Palace

How was your send-off from your home province?

Who did you meet on the plane? (see below for plane assignments)

Plane 1: Emily White, Saxon Monroe, Emery Wells

Plane 2: Kalyn Jones, Lenora Santiago, Callia Adair

Plane 3: Charlie Montgomery, Andromeda Pride, Ava Jones, Melissa Duthé, Itzel Morales

Plane 4: Idalia Moretti, Evalin Berg, Indiana Connors, Shala Lie

Plane 5: Octavia Hayes, Brooke Lynn Sanders, Rain Coltar, Clara Choi, Haven Hart

Plane 6: Alana Hansen, Leana Grant, Regina Wright,  Jen Li

Plane 7: Sage Copeland, Signe Schneider, Celine Montclair

Plane 8: Sara Nguyen, Hazel Sawyer, Alaina Achilles, Hannah James

Plane 9: Nemesis Lincer, Clemence Westley, Lilly Edwards, Violet Kensington

*names in italics are throwaways that won’t be participating in RPs

Prompt 3: Makeovers and the first night

How was your makeover? Was anything drastically changed for you?

How are you feeling about this adventure?

Beginning on Wednesday, May 13th, we will be opening up RPs with the following characters:

Queen Anjali

Princess Mélanie

Princess Safiya

Princess Ayesha

Wylan Caldwell

Kevin

Jackson Waldia

Please note that we will only be RPing with the first 2 girls to message us, since it’s unlikely each girl would run into these characters on their first night. Each person is allowed one RP with one of these characters in this challenge. We will accept requests beginning Wednesday.

All posts must be made to your OC blog and tagged with #selectionoc, as well as reblogged to SOC 6 Net. All Practice Challenge one entries are due by Saturday, May 22nd.

Additionally, if you would like to pick your room assignment for your Selected you can go here. Rooms are first come first serve.

(All credit for the above map goes to previous OC admins)

[thatoneweirdnerdygirl]

Template for High Tier Pastas and Original Characters:

Basics

Real Name: Athys Thomas-Wright

Nicknames: none

Pasta/Proxy Name: none

Operator: slenderman

Age: 19

Gender: female

Birthday: 10/27/?????

Species/Race: human

Sexuality: pansexual

Personality

Temperament: normally calm

Morals/Ethical Beliefs:????????

Hobbies: drawing, training,

Habits: plays with hair, imitates poses that she saw her friends do (just normally, she could be talking to someone and her stance is like Kanaya’s pesterquest sprite), ticks

Mental/Physical/Emotional Disorders/Illnesses: ADD, anxiety, depression, Ptsd, mild autism

Likes: animals, shiny things she finds in the forest, skulls, books, rain, baking sweets

Dislikes: fancy clocks, Lord English, loud noises,

Fears: spiders, lord English

Strengths: has most of Jane Crocker’s recipes memorized, fighting skills

Weaknesses(2 Minumum): Sally and nepeta’s ‘puppy dog’ eyes, social interaction.

Interpersonal Relationships

Mother Father: Timothy ‘Tim’ Wright (Masky)

Father: Brian Thomas (Hoodie)

Siblings: Toby Rogers (brother like figure/adopted)

Other relatives: none

Friends: EJ, BEN, Toby

Dating: none

Relationship Status: crushing on EJ

Physical Appearance

Height: 5’5

Weight: 122

Hair: brown, thick, gets tangled easily, long

Eyes: hazel

Skin tone: olive/tan

Outfit(Photos also accepted): t-shirt, leggings, tennis shoes, jacket (constantly cold)

Accessories: none really

Markings/Birthmark/Body Paint: scars

Abilities

Weapons/Tools: 2x3 trident

Supernatural abilities: basically a god, could be considered OP, after killing her friends she took on their god-tier traits (read more here)

Skills: also picked up some skills from her dead friends not to be OP, but because she was bored.

Extra(Optional)

Theme Song: The Pheonix by fall out boy

Voice Claim: My own voice?

Catchphrase: none

Killing style: doesn’t really kill, only if she has to, typically impaling the victim with trident.

Background

Place of birth: Ectobiology Lab

Age at Death: which death?

Chronological Age: 19

Backstory: ‘Born’ via ectobiology to Tim and Brian, after two days, she disappeared from their lives altogether. She grew up in a ‘normal’ non-killer family in a reality where the pastas were fictional characters. {redacted event. Little is known. Aka Author cannot figure out a good storyline for this part}. But unfortunately, that plan was not able to stop the creation of Lord English. Running out of time and ideas, she gathered the dream bubbles along with creating new ones. She made a replica of the tumor, a large bomb to wipe out null sessions. in the guise of dueling practice, she killed her friends, making sure they did not revive. When English arrived, her plan was to kill herself, attempt to kill English, and destroy the universe. This backfired though and as the bomb detonated, she was warped to ‘Slender Forest’. Her original universe. On the brink of death, she stumbled her way to the mansion, where she was healed and used as a hideout. Unbeknown that people lived there. Found soon after by Toby, who interrogated her, brought her to slenderman. Requesting advanced medical care, she was taken to the creeps who studied some sort of medicine and treated. Blood was drawn and DNA was taken. A week later the results came back. Athys, who never received a copy of the report, was confused when Tim and Brian were crying and hugging her (Toby calls it a ‘really weird yet emotional family reunion’) and Tim apologizing for his aggressive and hostile behavior the week leading up to it.

Extra Notes For Reviewer:

‘Athys’ was actually supposed to be a fake name, and her real name was my original name, later I just liked the idea of that being my internet alias.

Because the author is not good with names, she used Fantasy name Genorator.com to help choose a name.

‘Athys’ is from the Sylph name Generator under female, this is a reference to Athys/the creator’s god tier, SYLPH of LIFE.

The idea of Toby being adopted by Tim and Brian actually came from a cosplayer known as ‘Toby’ (master_of_cringe on Instagram, Fnaf_Creepypasta on tictok).

When crossing dimensions/universes the dead from the CP realm got added to the Earth dream bubble, meaning Jay, Alex, Amy, Lyra, and others are there, all dead can actively travel the bubbles hopping from one to another. Toby’s dad is there too, currently getting “SW33T R1GHT3OUS JUST1C3”, meaning both the Pyropes and Maryams are making sure he “Never co+mmits such ho+rrendo+us actio+ns again”.

On Alternia all trolls from friendsim and Hiveswap ‘live’ as ghosts, this includes the ancestors as well along with lussi, both Joey and Jude live on Alternia as well.

On the extended zodiac, her lunar sway is Derse and a potential hero of Life.

Technically her ‘true’ sign would be Scorsces, sign of the Allevaiator. But both the author and her claim that ‘she is much closer to a Fuchsia than a Cerulean, her true sign then becomes True Pisces, sign of the Cleric.

In any game she is usually the healer/support, in DND, her class is a cleric.

Very few people know about her crush on EJ, they are Toby, Tim, Brian, Nepeta, and Meulin.

Both Meulin and Nepeta have it as an OTP on their shipping wall.

Nepeta was actually the one who reached out to athys, telling her “:33 < i updated my shipping wall, mew are meow on it in the red quadrant with jack.”

As a joke toby got her this shirt for Christmas/Gristmas/twelfth peregree, she rarely wears it.

a character sheet for an OC? Self insert? i dunno

[cakesunflower]

Quiet Hours [College!Luke AU] Ch. 1

A/N: so uhhhh i wrote a new Luke thing. it’s college!Luke being an annoying neighbor to our pretty OC named Ophelia.......that’s it. that’s all the summary i got for you. you’re gonna have to keep reading in order to learn more hehehehe

Chapter 1

OPHELIA WRIGHT WANTED to cry.

To be fair, she was a junior in college but it was only the second week of school, so having her first mental breakdown so soon had to be some kind of record. Several syllabi, books, and other papers littered her desk as she hastily tried to clean everything before having to leave. Ophelia prided herself in being a tidy person, but her rushed behavior had her knocking things down more than cleaning up, making even more of a mess than she could handle.

“You sound like a bull in a china shop, dude,” came the voice of Isabelle Harwell, who poked her black curly head into the room to see what exactly was going on with her best friend/roommate.

Ophelia let out a frustrated breath, turning to see the curiously amused expression of the tall girl leaning against her door frame. Stylishly round framed glasses sat on the bridge of Isabelle’s delicate nose as Ophelia ran her fingers through her dark hair. “I’ve got too much shit on this thing,” she complained, gesturing haphazardly to her desk. Her books and papers were piled on top of her laptop, and the HP printer was taking up a good portion of the table with even more books on top of it.

Isabelle offered an unhelpful shrug. “It’s not too late to drop out.” At the deadpanned look her friend set her, she smirked, “kidding. Come on, you can do this later; let’s go to the quad.”

The hazel eyed girl casted one last troubled look at her messy desk, before letting out a breath and grabbing her favorite denim jacket off the bed post. Pulling her arms through the sleeves, Ophelia followed Isabelle down the short hall of their apartment, passing the bathroom and bedrooms as they crossed the empty living room and went out the door. Their other two roommates, Laurel and Tanya, were most likely already at the courtyard, which only confirmed this suspicion of Ophelia’s when she received a message from Tanya in their group chat, asking where they were.

They walked down the dark orange hall of their apartment building, passing by their neighbors that never quieted down. As the resident advisor for this floor, Ophelia was in charge of the six rooms on her side of the floor, and while it’s only the second week of school, Ophelia has already told the boys living next to her to quiet down a few times already. It’s not like they were ridiculously loud—just enough to disturb her sleep at three in the morning. She wouldn’t have minded if they were loud during the day, because that’s when most of the residents played their music in their apartments. It was just dumb of them to be so noisy when it was quiet hours throughout the building, which ranged from ten at night to ten in the morning on weekdays and from one in the morning to the afternoon on weekends.

“Can’t you just kick them out? You’re the R.A.,” Isabelle shrugged as the two girls left the building and stepped outside. It was early September, but the New Jersey air was surprisingly pleasant. It barely warranted Ophelia’s denim jacket, but she loved the clothing.

“They were just laughing. I banged on the wall once and one of them apologized and it got quiet,” Ophelia informed, shooting her best friend an amused look. “Something tells me if you were the R.A., we’d be the only ones living in the building.”

Isabelle snickered, agreeing whole heartedly with Ophelia’s statement as they walked the familiar paved pathway to the courtyard. “Us minus Laurel,” she grumbled, the gold frames of her glasses glinting under the sunlight. “I swear, if she doesn’t stop stinking the fridge up with her kale smoothies, I’m gonna dump them over her head.”

Ophelia’s amused smile only widened as the two of them neared the courtyard, hearing music playing in the distance and only growing louder the closer they got. This time of day, ranging from 12:30 in the afternoon to two, was known as common hour; it was only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, where everyone on campus would be out of class and gathered in either the courtyard or one of the multipurpose rooms in the student center, depending on the weather. There would be stands of foods along with a couple of food trucks, cotton candy and popcorn machines, and the occasional inflatable obstacle courses.

It was like a carnival came by every week, and Ophelia would be lying if one of the deciding factors when she was choosing which college to attend wasn’t this weekly event. Plus, all the sororities and frats sometimes came out to stroll—which, Ophelia learned in her freshman year, was them putting on choreographed dances for everyone. Unsurprisingly, when the two got there, the courtyard was already crowded with students; the DJ set up on the wide landing in front of the student center with speakers on either side, and the smell of fried food and popcorn lingering heavily in the air.

Before meeting up with their other two roommates, Ophelia and Isabelle treated themselves to cotton candy before walking towards the part of the courtyard that the inflatable obstacle course didn’t occupy. Some were sitting on the grass, while others had set up hammocks between the trees surrounding the yard, unbothered by the activities around them.

“Some guy literally tumbled down from the top of the slide all the way to the ground,” was how Laurel greeted Ophelia and Isabelle through a snort of laughter, sparing them a brief glance as they sat next to her and Tanya Divan on the grass. “I’m surprised he didn’t break his neck.”

Tanya snickered as she took a bite of her cheese fries. “Could’ve sued the school and paid off his tuition,” she mused, earning an exasperated eye roll from Ophelia.

The grass tickled Ophelia’s exposed ankles, courtesy of her boyfriend jeans. She was wearing denim on denim, she just realized, but couldn’t bring herself to care because she felt cute so she looked cute, too, running her fingers through dark blonde hair as she listened to her friends converse. Occasionally biting into the sweet airy cotton candy, Ophelia’s hazel eyed gaze lazily wandered around, her ears picking up the music playing and mixture of people chattering. There was a line forming in front of one of the food trucks, the one that served some of the best quesadillas she’s ever had, and wondered if she was in the mood for some.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! was playing throughout the courtyard, and Ophelia blessed the DJ for liking eighties music as much as she did as she remained seating on the grass, dancing to the music while eating the sickenly sweet treat. A few minutes later, her friends had finished with their treats and wanted to go on the obstacle course, begging Ophelia to come, though she rejected the offer. She wasn’t done with her cotton candy, so she said she’d watch her friends’ things before they took off to the other side of the courtyard.

Ophelia wasn’t even halfway done with her cotton candy when she felt a presence to her right, turning her head and blinking in surprise at the sight of the guy sitting just a few inches away from her. Even as he sat, he was taller than Ophelia, with unruly blonde hair that was a curly mess going slightly past his ears. When he turned to look at her, bright blue eyes caught her off guard and Ophelia could’ve sworn she had seen him somewhere before. Probably around campus, though she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it. Though, what she could decide easily, was how unexpectedly attractive he was, the scruff decorating around his mouth and jaw only emphasizing the fact. How could she not remember seeing a face like that around?

“Um, hi?” Ophelia managed out, the perplexion evident in her tone as she raised an eyebrow at the admittedly handsome stranger. She was almost convinced his sharp jaw could cut glass.

The guy sat with his legs brought up, though spaced so he could rest his arms on his knees, long legs clad in black and red plaid pants. His blue eyes met Ophelia’s hazel, and she was taken aback at how bright they were. They appeared almost clear under the afternoon sun. “Hey, how’re you doin’?” he responded, and Ophelia was faced with the unexpected realization that this guy most definitely wasn’t American. He had some kind of accent coating his deep voice; possibly British, maybe Australian?

Her left hand was still gripping onto the stick of cotton candy, fingers of her right sticky from tearing it out as she placed her hand awkwardly on her knee as to not get her fingers anywhere. “Uh, good,” she responded, still utterly confused as to who this guy was. “What’s up?”

Blondie shrugged his broad, leather jacket clad shoulders, one eye closed as he squinted against the sun. “Nothing much,” he responded, and Ophelia figured he sounded more Australian than anything else. The guy then jutted his chin forward. “My friends ran off on that thing and I saw yours did too so I figured I’d keep you company.”

Confident. Ophelia followed his gaze towards the inflatable obstacle course where people were crawling through tunnels of, climbing up and then sliding down on the other side. Her eyes landed on her friends, sliding down before running back to do it all over again. An amused yet fond smile tilted Ophelia’s lips before looking back at the blonde boy next to her. If she was gonna wait for her friends to come back, might as well do it in the company of the handsome dude. “I’m Ophelia.”

The stranger looked back at her, arms still propped on his knees as a slight smirk curled at the corner of his lips, hinting at a dimple under his facial hair. “I know; you’re my R.A.,” he surprised her by saying, mirth flashing across his eyes. “I’m Luke Hemmings.”

The blonde girl’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, tilting her head as she gazed at the guy before realization struck her instantly as her eyes widened. No wonder he looked so familiar—she probably saw him at the first and only floor meeting she conducted at the beginning of last week—as well as the fact that his name also rung an annoyingly loud bell. That was accompanied by a thought that clicked in her head, and she narrowed her eyes as her upper body turned to face him more. “You’re one of guys in 4102.”

Luke’s smirk widened, the dimple deepening as a breeze tousled his hair. “Guilty,” he chuckled throatily, tilting his head to the side to allow the chunky ring clad fingers of his right hand to run through his hair, pushing it back.

Irritation sparked through Ophelia, which it rarely did when she first met someone because she was the type of girl to actually get to know a person before feeling an instant sense of annoyance. But knowing this boy next to her, as handsome as he may be, was one of the loud neighboring boys was having her press her lips together in frustrated disdain. It’s only been two weeks since the school year started, so Ophelia’s not entirely associated with the faces of the students she is the resident advisor for on their apartment floor, which allowed her to not focus on the mild guilt for not recognizing the boy next to her.

The one time she had banged on his door, it was three boys that were making noise and Luke most definitely wasn’t one of them. Ophelia let out a huff, shaking her head as she looked away and out at the courtyard. “You guys need to learn how to be quiet. You’re way too loud during quiet hours. I’ve already gotten complaints from the other residents.”

Luke shrugged, not looking too bothered that the school year’s only just begun and there were some people already annoyed by his and his friends’ antics. “‘S not my fault people don’t know how to have a good time,” was his response, eyes relaxing once the sun was hidden momentarily behind clouds.

An incredulous breath escaped Ophelia, staring at him in mild disbelief. “That’s rude. And inconsiderate,” she stated matter-of-factly, pulling out some cotton candy and putting it into her mouth.

“It’s called having fun, R.A. Ophelia,” Luke retorted, and a narrow eyed glare presented itself on Ophelia’s face at the condescending use of her duty-given title, naturally pouty lips protruding even more. Luke’s gaze flickered to her pink lips at the action, smirk faltering ever so slightly before he switched his gaze back to her eyes. They were lovely, a deep shade of hazel that, he couldn’t help but notice, looked a bit green under the sun. “Maybe everyone else on the floor should stop being so uptight.”

Ophelia’s lips parted at his words, the sweet cotton candy already dissolved in her mouth as she took notice of the serious expression on Luke’s face. Though, the slight smirk tugging on the corner of his full lips said otherwise. “Maybe the only reason people are uptight is because you guys are ridiculously loud at three in the morning. Don’t you guys have classes?”

“Afternoon classes,” Luke informed her, which made sense to Ophelia, since she could hear them be up at odd hours of the night, so having classes in the afternoon gave them ample time to sleep.

She rolled her eyes, trying to stop the smile on her face because the DJ was now playing one of her favorite songs by the Weeknd. But then Ophelia quickly remembered the smirking boy next to her, expression dropping as she pursed her lips. “That doesn’t mean everyone else has afternoon classes,” she said, jerking her head slightly to move away the locks of hair that blew forward because of the wind. “Keep up the noise and I’ll write you up.”

“Really?” Luke returned, eyebrows shooting up and Ophelia could’ve sworn he looked almost impressed at what she meant to sound as a warning. The blonde haired boy lowered his legs, spreading them in front and Ophelia tried not to notice how freaking long his legs were, while leaning back with his palms on the grass. “Gonna be honest with you, R.A. Ophelia—I don’t feel all that threatened,” he added, leaning towards her ever so slightly as the dimpled smirk showed off a row of annoyingly white teeth, tone taking a teasing turn.

He had leaned close, his cheek pressed against his shoulder as he squinted up at her, the sun making an appearance once more after momentarily being hidden behind the clouds. Ophelia felt warmth rise on her cheeks at the sudden proximity because while she’s been with her fair share of boys, she was still one who was unable to control the blush from spreading when a guy looked at her with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes. And a boy as handsome as Luke doing so? She was lucky she hadn’t become a tomato, even if he was just sitting next to her.

Gathering her wits, she managed to respond, “you will when you’re kicked out of the apartments.”

She hoped that Luke wouldn’t call her on her bluff—they had just met. In actuality, the most Ophelia may do is demand for them to keep it down and write them up once, maybe. Actually going through and having someone get kicked out of their housing wasn’t something she thought she could go through with. It was too harsh and extreme and not something she could live with if she did it. Though, that didn’t mean she couldn’t use it as a threat, even though it may not work on Luke.

Frustratingly enough, Ophelia’s words only widened Luke’s smirk, his blue eyes giving her a once over that had her grip on her cotton candy stick tightening and heart stupidly stuttering. She watched, suddenly frozen, as Luke leaned too close for comfort while she stayed still, breath frozen in her throat as she watched him draw near. He murmured over the sound of people talking and music playing, “I’d like to see the bark that goes with your bite, darling.”

Ophelia’s stomach twisted at his words—whether it was the pleasant kind or not, she couldn’t tell, didn’t want to—as the drawl of his Australian accent sent a strange, new electric feeling through her body. What the hell? she silently demanded of her body, of that unfamiliar sensation, though she was externally frozen as she watched Luke sit back once more, throwing a wink her way before his gaze flickered to something to his right, and he got to his feet.

She watched him stand up, feeling ridiculously tiny as he stood to his full height, towering over her frame as he looked down at her. Luke gave a two fingered salute, bidding, “see you around, R.A. Ophelia,” before turning and jogging off, his mass of hair bouncing slightly as he went to join the familiar group of three boys standing about twenty feet away, which Ophelia recognized as her neighbors.

A heavy huff escaped Ophelia, cheeks puffing at the action as she shook her head in disbelief. She’s only had one conversation with Luke Hemmings, and her judgement of him was that he was a confident, smooth talker with an accent to match. But she swore, in that moment, that she wasn’t going to allow that to let him get away with being one of the most rowdy people she’s ever had to live next to.

Clicking her tongue, Ophelia reached with her right hand to grab some more cotton candy to rip out, only for her eyes to widen ever so slightly to see that her treat was missing a big chunk—a lot more than she had eaten. “What the—” her words died in her throat, eyes involuntarily flickering to where Luke had been, only to see him standing by his friends.

She squinted against the sunlight, but from the distance, saw Luke glance over in her direction as he stood talking to the other boys, the knowing smirk finding home on his face and eyes locking with hers across the yard as he raised his right hand and placed the familiar pink sweet treat into his mouth. He sent her a dimpled grin and Ophelia’s jaw slackened in an incredulous scoff as he turned to leave. She had the rattling feeling that Luke wasn’t going to make living next door easy for her.

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[alj4890]

Love/Angst Prompt

(Thomas x Amanda) with the prompt of reconciliation after a breakup as requested by anonymous

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) Red Carpet Diaries Fan Fiction

A/N This isn't from any of my AU's, but let's see how these two go about a reconciliation. Plus, I found the perfect GIF for the beginning of this. Seems meant to be. It gets a tad overly romantic toward the end. I blame the Hollywood setting and listening to Michael Buble´ as I write. Happy Fluffy Friday!

Song Inspiration: Micheal Buble´'s You'll Never Find A Love Like Mine

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Part 2 

Masterlist

Once Again, Please

"What's he doing?" Holly whispered.

Shannon climbed on top of Addison's desk and looked through the upper window into Thomas's studio office. Her eyes widened at seeing him pour a glass of scotch and down it. "He's drinking!" She whispered.

"It's ten thirty in the morning!" Addison covered her mouth at her own outburst.

Shannon ducked when Thomas turned toward the noise. "Please, please, please, don't have seen me." She pleaded.

"Holly!" He yelled. "Come in here."

Holly groaned. "Coming!"

She calmly picked up her tablet and walked into his office. "What can I do, boss?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Have a car ready for me at 11:30."

"At night?" She asked.

"What? No, as in an hour from now." He snapped. "I have a lunch I have to go to."

"Is that why you're dressed up?" She asked.

He brushed his hand down his suit and ignored her question. "Make sure it is here at 11:30." He took his jacket off and sat down at his desk. He tried to focus on work instead of the real reason he was dressed up. He glanced up and noticed that Holly, Addison, and Shannon were peeping at him through the window.

"Dammit." He muttered. "Ladies, get in here. Now!"

His three former students walked in and stood before him. "Mind telling me why you are watching me?"

Shannon swallowed nervously. "We...we were wondering how you are. It's been a while since you dressed up and you never drink early in the morning."

"You haven't gone out to lunch in ages." Holly added.

"Does this have anything to do with Amanda?" Addison bluntly asked.

Thomas tapped his pen on his desk, causing the three to squirm under his silent, narrowing gaze. "Thank you Ms. Sinclair for not beating around the bush." He leaned back in his chair. "In response to your unwanted concern, yes it does have something to do with Amanda."

All three stared at him in surprise.

"Have you met someone new?" Shannon asked.

"Please tell me it's someone we actually like." Holly began to dread dealing with some of the women she knew were interested in Thomas.

Addison narrowed her blue eyes. "You're having lunch with Amanda, aren't you?"

He nodded. "No, Ms. Wright. I haven't met anyone new. Addison is correct, I am having lunch with Amanda."

Addison sat down and ignored his glare at her doing so without him offering. "Did she invite you or did you ask her?"

"Neither." He ran a hand down his face. "Her literary agent set it up."

"So this is a business luncheon?" Shannon sat down on his couch. "Not a date?"

Thomas avoided answering directly. "She has a new screenplay that the studio is interested in."

Holly frowned at his glass that still held drops of scotch he had downed moments ago. "How long has it been since you last saw her?"

Thomas stared off into the distance. "About four months."

"That's when it all ended." Addison sniffed.

Thomas rolled his eyes and tossed her a box of tissues. "Calm down. It wasn't your relationship that ended."

"You two were so great together." She blew her nose as tears fell. "If you couldn't make it last, what hope do the rest of us have?" Her tears fell faster, causing Shannon to sniff and start crying too.

"Holly, get them out of here!" Thomas ordered. "I am not in the mood to deal with this." His jaw dropped when he saw Holly swiping at her own silent tears. With teary wishes of luck, the three ladies left him alone.

He needed another drink after that interrogation and display of emotion.

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Noon at Mastro's Ocean Club

"No, my agent didn't tell me who I am meeting." Amanda held her phone closer to her ear and turned the volume up while following a hostess to the private dining room. "Thank you." She said to her as she sat down.

"Hopefully it is someone you can work with." Olivia frowned in concern. "You're not going to try and see Thomas while there, are you?"

Amanda nervously smoothed the tablecloth as she thought about him. "No. He doesn't seem the type that would want to see a former flame. I'm not going to let him know I am in Los Angeles."

Olivia glared at Drake who now wondered why he was being punished for something Thomas did. "Good. Stay away from him. Remember, there are plenty of other men out there. If he was foolish enough to lose you then you don't need to tie yourself down with an idiot."

Amanda shook her head as a smile played about her lips. "I'll call you later." She ended the call and turned to the panoramic views of the Pacific Ocean before her. She tried to focus on anything other than Thomas.

Four months. It didn't seem right to be back here and it not be to see him. She wished she could hear his voice tell her... She rubbed her head and closed her eyes. She had to let the longing go.

_____________

A few minutes later at Mastro's Ocean Club

Thomas paused at seeing Amanda standing in front of the floor to ceiling window. A surge of emotion swept over him. He had been battling against the memories of their time together ever since he agreed to meet with her. Now seeing her here after all this time...

Amanda looked over at him and gasped. "Thomas! I--er--"

He sauntered over, trying to appear confident. "It's good to see you again, Amanda."

"I...I'm meeting someone." She looked over her shoulder for the hostess. "He should--"

"I'm the one your agent set the meeting with." He interrupted. His eyebrow lifted. "Is that acceptable to you?"

It wasn't. Not. At. All. She didn't want to meet with him. The thoughts of being in his arms haunted her enough. It would be pure torture to work closely with him after all that had happened. "Of course." Her pride replied for her.

"Good." His dark eyes swept over her figure before pulling a chair out for her. She sat down and picked up her menu. He took the chair in front of her and did the same. An uncomfortable silence settled between them.

Amanda chewed nervously on her bottom lip, causing his attention to settle there. The action immediately brought to mind the times he had told her not to torture one of his favorite parts of her body. Thomas then thought of the times he had insisted on soothing her lip. One kiss had never been enough for them. The sparks between them ignited a passion he had never felt with anyone else. He swallowed and forced himself to focus on the menu. He rubbed his hand down his jaw in agitation.

Amanda's eyes peeked over her menu and watched his fingers brush against his clean shaven jaw. She had always loved running her hand over it when he finished shaving in the mornings. Memories rushed to the forefront of her mind of all the times she had made him late to his early appointments. Her caress would lead to kisses and then to a need for even more. A blush formed on her cheeks when he looked up and caught her staring.

Their waiter took their order and collected their menus leaving them nothing to hide behind. Amanda gripped her glass of water as she tried to think of a way to break the ice. "So? Um, what do you--"

"I want you back." Thomas blurted out.

"What?" She nearly broke the stem of her glass.

"I want you back." Thomas repeated, no longer willing to deny it. "I'm not going to be able to focus on your screenplay until I say this. Breaking things off was a mistake. I regret every part of it." His dark eyes held her startled hazel as he continued to speak from his heart. "I never stopped loving you."

Amanda took a stilted breath. She tried to think of how to respond. Instead of finding out what brought this confession on, she said, "I never stopped loving you either."

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. Their fingers laced together. She felt the lonely ache in her chest ease at his touch. She watched her own thumb automatically rub soothing circles on his skin.

"Thomas, as much as I want to, I'm not sure we should be together." Her eyes lifted to his. "We had reasons to end something that seemed perfect. It must not have been perfect if we were both able to walk away from it so easily."

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist. She gave into the temptation of gently running her fingers down his cheek. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "It wasn't easy. It was never easy for me. It was a decision that should have never come about. It should have never even entered our minds. We won't allow our times apart be what decides whether or not we should be in a relationship. Distance isn't going to factor in this time." He pressed his lips against her palm. "Tonight can be a new beginning for us."

Amanda felt her heart stutter. "I..." She needed a moment to think. His touch and revelations had caught her off guard. She wanted to be with him, but could she go through things ending again? "I don't know if I can take another break up with you."

He nodded in understanding. "I don't believe I could either." Thomas let go of her hand when their food was brought out. Amanda blinked in surprise. She had forgotten they were even at a restaurant.

"I'm willing to risk my heart and sanity for a chance to be with you again." He told her once the waiter left.

Her lips parted in surprise. "Are you certain this is what you want?" She waved her hand between them. "It could be nostalgia swaying you to think you want to be with me."

"It's not nostalgia. I've been thinking about it for a while. When I was contacted for a meeting, I knew this could be my one chance to try and win you back. Tell you in person how I felt." Thomas leaned back as the waiter poured some wine.

Amanda sighed. A sadness that he had not seen before seemed to infuse her features. "I won't even try to hide it. I'm scared to try again." She bit down on her lip as she thought of the ramifications of her next sentence. "If you are willing and believe things will be different this time, then I want to be with you."

He relaxed in his chair and gave her a brisk nod. "May I take you out this evening?"

"Of course." She said softly. "I have no plans."

"How long are you staying in L.A.?" He asked, his mind already rearranging his schedule to spend as much time as he could with her.

"I don't have a set date to return in mind." She informed him. "I wasn't sure how many meetings I would need to attend."

"I will make certain to schedule quite a few." He smiled at hearing her laugh again.

After their lunch, he parted from her outside with a lingering kiss to her cheek. "I will come by and pick you up at six thirty. Unless..."

"Unless what?" She asked, curious at his hopeful expression.

"Unless you wish to stay at my home." His hands settled on her waist.

"I think it might be better to start off staying at my hotel." She noticed the flicker of disappointment and hugged him. "I need some time to get used to the notion of us being together again."

His arms wrapped around her and he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I understand." He squeezed her hand before opening her car door.

She slid in and shyly smiled at him. "I'll see you tonight."

"Six thirty." He reminded her while shutting her door. He watched as her driver pulled away from the curb. She turned around and waved when she saw him still watching her departure. He lifted his in response before getting in his own waiting car. As hope built, he began to think of ways to win her heart completely.

_____________

6:30 that night

Amanda checked her appearance once more on the way to open her door. She felt even more nervous than she did on her very first date with Thomas. How did one act on a second first date? She took a deep breath and let him in.

He handed her a bouquet of tulips. Her smile turned tender. "You remembered my favorite flower."

Thomas nodded, suddenly unsure how to act around her. She kissed his cheek on her way to put them in water. He stepped further into her suite and waited.

"Thank you for my flowers." She picked the vase up and carried it into her bedroom. Thomas leaned back to watch her place the tulips on her nightstand. He smiled softly to himself. So far, so good.

She noticed his smile and felt a warmth spread within. "Ready to go?"

"I am." He slipped his hand in hers. She pulled away for a moment to make certain she had her room key and took his hand once again.

"What are we doing tonight?" She asked as they walked to his car.

"I was thinking of dinner and a movie." He replied.

Amanda chuckled. "Traditional first date activities."

"Nothing but the best." He teased.

Over dinner they talked about what each had been working on since last being together and what those they were close to had been doing. Their nerves began to ease as their conversations returned to how they used to be.

He smiled at her surprise when he took her to his home afterwards to watch a movie in his theater room. Her fingers trailed the back of the soft leather sofa as she walked around to sit down. Thomas watched her face light up when he put one of her favorite classic movies on.

He sat down next to her and placed his arm along the back of the sofa. His fingers barely brushed her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at his effort to give her time and space to get used to him again. She didn't want the space apart though.

Amanda scooted closer to Thomas and rested her head on his shoulder. His arm slid down and pulled her closer. About halfway through the movie she pressed a kiss to his jaw. His eyes met hers and he tilted her face up as his lips touched hers for the first time in such a long absence. He tried to keep from letting his longing for her take over the kiss. He meant to keep it short and sweet. Thomas was doing fine until she shifted toward him and deepened the kiss.

He crushed her to him as his lips moved over hers again and again. The many months without her fueled the intensity of the kiss. He couldn't seem to get close enough to her.

She was in much the same state he was. Her hands were moving over him, urging him even closer. She slipped them under his shirt to feel his warm skin and his muscles flex from her touch.

Their lips parted for a moment as they looked at one another. Their shared breaths were interrupted when their kiss ignited once again. Thomas kissed her ear, his voice was ragged as he spoke. "I've missed you." He cupped her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and cheeks. "You have no idea how much I love you, Amanda."

Amanda swallowed against the lump in her throat. "There were so many times I wanted to call you just to hear your voice." Her own voice cracked with her confession. "I love you, Thomas. You're the only one I ever wanted." Her lips touched his in a sweet kiss.

His lips brushed hers tenderly as he spoke. "I need you in my life. No one else will do."

A teasing smile, one he had missed seeing, popped up on her face. "You're making it impossible for me to return to my hotel room." He smiled as he kissed her again.

The kiss became charged with passion as each other's words registered in their hearts. This time would be different. They both knew what life was like apart and neither wanted to go back to that half existence. There would be no ending this time.

[mauriooo]

oc masterlist

(revamped this old thing to add new characters and edit old ones. i decided to give most of my animal ocs last names 1. cos they’re basically human and it’s weird to just call them by one name 2. it’s easier for people to determine who’s related to who and 3. i wanted to edit some names/ages anyway so ye. feel free to ask questions! i finally found a quick way to do ref sheets so expect a lot of those soon)

format: full name (with a link to ref sheet, if any) - pronouns - age

Skye Easton - she/her - 17 Pine Caswell - he/him - 22 Lavender Easton - she/her - 9 Cecilia/CC Beckman - she/her, they/them - 25 Pharaoh Khalid - he/him - 24 Hawthorn Jasper - he/him - 17 Genesis Jasper - they/them - 27 Aurora Fugate - she/her - 23 Downpour Fugate - he/him - 18 Mesa Conroy - she/her - 21 Nautilus Conroy - varies (will be referred to as they/them most of the time) - 21 Nova Berlin - he/him - 30 Aeria Berlin - she/her - 28 Fiti Fairburn - she/her - 19 Ka Vesta - he/him, they/them - 22 Myarus/"Blackjack" - he/him - unknown Hallo Delvalle - he/him - 15 Kohana Delvalle - she/her - 20 Nimbus Sefarina - she/her - 19 Owen Hartmann - they/them - 20 Khloe Corrigan - she/her - 29 Disas Coulbeck - he/him - 18 Inklii Bauman - she/her - 18 Artemis Rosewood (Undertale OC) - she/her - 19 Luna Forrest (Fairy Tail OC) - she/her, they/them - 27 Sol Forrest (Fairy Tail OC) - he/him - 23 Beatrice "Bee" Haverdale (Fairy Tail OC) - she/her - 25 Hazel Arenelle - she/her - 13 Virus/Michael Arenelle - he/him - 22 Jinx/Cassidy Lambert - she/her - 21 Chance/Ezekiel Lambert - he/him, they/them - 27 Boo/Lisa Lambert - she/her - 9 Gardenia Wood - she/her - 23 Ashe Robinson - she/her - 25 Meredy - she/her - 3 (mental age: 21) Connor - he/him - 7 (mental age: 14) Nikki Russell - xe/xir - 25 Renier (Deltarune OC) - he/him - 28 Anais (Deltarune OC) - she/her - 21 Coraline - she/her - 18 Edward Windsor - he/him - 25 Henry Reed - they/them, he/him   - 33 Charity Kelly - she/her - 11 Alexander Doyle - he/him - 36 Leander Murray - he/him - 41 Bianca Murray - she/her - 31 Griffin Lopez - he/him - 33 Evan Turner - he/him - 11 Evelyn Turner - she/her - 11 Jacques Giordano - he/him - 86 Kai Olivier - he/him - 22 Marley Brooks - he/him - 16 Kibo Okasawa - she/her - 37 Melanie Wright - she/her - 25 Lady Fate - she/her - unknown Endris - he/him - unknown Kyu - he/him - unknown Zade Anderson - he/him - 17 Caroline "Carrie" Taylor - she/her - 16 Erin Regulus (Epithet Erased OC) - they/them - 25 Blue Iolite (Steven Universe OC) - she/her - unknown Aether - she/her, they/them - 2 (mental age: 26) Vee (persona) - they/them - non-disclosed for privacy reasons Mauri (selfsona) - she/her, they/them - ^^

[prorevkiss]

i made a greaser oc lol

Self:

Name: Goldie Jo Wright

Birthday: July 14, 1949

Age: 16

Hair: curly (haha) bleached down below her ears, brown at the roots

Eyes: hazel

Height: 5’7”

Build: curvy

Scars: across her knuckles from getting in so many fights

Style: bubblegum pink turtleneck with her older brother’s “class of ‘64” brown leather jacket that she stole, jeans that she cut and cuffed to be just below her knees, sneakers

Makeup: pink and gold eyeshadow with a little bit of lip gloss

Fears: hurting her loved ones, large bodies of water

Nervous habbits: biting her nails, rubbing the bridge of her nose

Prefers to shower in the: evening

Morning or night person: both

Alcohol: sometimes drinks with Two-Bit and Dally, but never in front of her gf as she hates it

Smokes?: when she feels like she needs it, but she doesn’t have an addiction and never has to buy (steal) more than a pack in a month

Highest Level of Education: junior in high school

Intelligence level: is smart but hates school bc of her executive dysfunction, has natural street smarts due to being basically sibling-close with Dally

Hobbies: getting in fights with Socs (but only the ones Cherry doesnt approve of), giving the boys makeovers (esp Sodapop)

Favorites:

Animal: cat

Color: pink

Favorite Dishes: grilled cheese

Favorite Dessert: blackberry cobbler since its really easy to make and cheap too

Favorite Snack: strawberries she picks in the summer!!

Favorite Drink: peach tea

Favorite work of art: Sherri “Cherry” Valance

Favorite Day of the Week: Sunday bc a lot of people in the city are out at church so there’s less traffic in the mornings

 Relationships:

Family: mother who is depressed but has to support her children anyway, brother (in college)

Best Friend(s): Dally Winston

Dating: Cherry Valance

Natural Allies: other greasers

Enemies: evil Socs, cops

Pets: cant afford one but feeds the stray cats in the neighborhood

Conflict:

Response to threat: just fucken decks them lmao

Fist or tongue: fist

Save one thing from a burning house: her late grandmother’s pearl necklace

Perceive Strangers: wary until proven otherwise

Weapon of choice: fists

Person she despises most: bob sheldon, even tho hes dead

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My OC’s

Here are all of my OC’s age, sexuality, physical description, profession, family information, and ethnicity. If you search “oc stuff” on my page there’s more information like allergies, heights, health, etc. Tayden Mills, 25: bisexual, he/him from San Diego CA Works in a research lab studying epilepsy drugs  Fairly tall, thin frame but muscular. Short blonde hair, usually casually styled up in a slight swoop, 5′9″ Black framed glasses, brown eyes.  Lives in a house with Julius (boyfriend) and Alex  Only child

Julius Kovak: 24, gay, he/him from Kansas City KS Works as the marketing manager for a local non-profit Tall and thin, lanky red hair and freckles, grey eyes. Pale complexion with flushed cheeks (usually), 6′1″  Lives in a house with Tayden (boyfriend) and Alex  Alcoholic/abusive father, absent mother, younger siblings Lily, Carter, Jamie

Andrew Johnson: 26, bisexual, he/him from Pittsburg KS Fourth year medical student, applying to residencies in psychology   Dirty blond hair, short, usually spiked. Hazel/green eyes. Wire framed glasses. Tall and muscular, 6′2″ Rents a house with Zayn (husband) Divorced parents, younger siblings Kayla, Marley, Max, older Jaina

Zayn Kalani: 28, bisexual, he/him from Pittsburg KS 1st grade teacher at Lakeside Elementary  Black hair semi-long, tan skin, brown eyes. Average height, thin and scrawny but has abs, 5′11″ Saudi Arabian Rents a house with Andrew (husband) Very close to younger siblings Aliah, Arizona, Amara

Jackson Davis: 26, gay, he/him from Lawrence KS PhD student at Kansas University studying physical chemistry, currently working on his thesis and teaching undergraduate chemistry courses Dark brown hair, very long (can put in a ponytail), darker skin (native american descent), hazel eyes, tall but stocky build, 6′1″ Native american Lives in an apartment with Kaiser (boyfriend) Rich family, older sister Caroline

Kaiser Anderson: 27, gay, he/him from Wichita KS Works as a social worker for a local adoption company  Bleach blond curly hair (kind of an afro if he grows it out). Pale skin, blue eyes. Lives in an apartment with Jackson (boyfriend) Fairly short, thin build, 5′8″ Irish Younger siblings Sam, Charlotte, and Felicite

Nathan Winters: *no longer writing for* 20, straight, he/him from Lawrence KS Works in IT for a technology company  Light brown hair, medium length with bangs. Big blue glasses, hazel eyes. Tall and muscular. Pale skin, 5′11″ Lives with Zander (brother) Strict and abusive parents, brother Zander

Hazel Carter: 21, bisexual, she/her from Lawrence KS Fourth year pharmacy student, applying to residencies in oncology  Long dark brown hair, green or brown eyes (depending on the day), very short and thin, 5′4″ Black glasses although usually wears contacts,  Lives in an apartment alone  (currently seeing Spencer) Absent parents, raised by older brothers Finn and Dean 

Spencer Wright: 27, straight, he/him from Garden city, KS Works in a clinic for kids with autism while working on masters in clinical psychology Very short brown hair, blue eyes, tall and thin, 6′0″ Lives in an apartment alone (currently seeing Hazel) Divorced parents, sister Maribel, half sister Sophie, step siblings Cameron, Dylan, Lainie

Alex Martinez: 25, straight, he/him from Dallas TX Fourth year premedical student at Kansas University  Short wavy brown hair, usually swept up messily. Green eyes, semi-tan skin. Tall and lanky, 6′0″ Lives with Tayden and Ollie Sister - Krystal 

Charlotte Jackson: 25, straight, she/her from Springfield MO Social media manager for the local pet adoption center  Long wavy dirty blond hair. Green eyes, pale skin. Fairly thin and in good shape, 5′7′’ Lives in an apartment by herself Only child

Oliver (Ollie) Jenson: 26, straight, from Denver CO Working as a para in the special education room at the middle school Short and stocky. Very short brown hair, brown eyes, 5′11″ Only child, divorced parents  Moved back to CO to work at a furniture company 

Krystal Martinez: 29, lesbian, they/them from Dallas TX Sales rep for medical supply company Blue, wavy pixie cut with dark roots (natural blond). Hazel eyes, brown glasses. Tall and curvy. Pale complexion, 5′10″ Brother - Alex