#oc's soooooo welcome

[crayolascribblz]

uhhhh I saw you made of post of drawing wh oc's soooooo

heres mine!

i have another OC but she isn't really a wh OC shes just my sona so I dunno if I should add her or not (she is kinda.....detailed so you choose)

:3

she is so darling!!! I'm sure she could make friends in the neighbourhood ^_^

[grabrielcrunch]

🖤Might as well post my Welcome Home Oc, everyone, meet Jack Black, the Welcome Home's Antagonist!🖤

Last year I discovered that WH Fandom is doing their OC's, so I decide to do my own, and I have an idea about having an antagonist into this "Innocent Puppet Show", as I was thinking, "Hey, what if my Antagonistic OC was Black and White unlike the other puppets?", and that's what I did, and I LOVE it!

Bonus: Wally and Jack's interactions.

[illholy]

Judith is so unapologetically uncanny and funny which makes your replies fun to read.

Y'all are so nice to me, thank you so much.

[sombrathedragon]

Soooooo I wanted to do a DTIYS for my birthday (which is in 3 days btw !! :D) but I’m too impatient to wait so you guys are getting it now !!! :D and I’m at THREE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS ?? Tysm guys !!! :D

Wrath. Sing, O Animus of the wrath of Kestrel’s daughter Peril. Murderous, doomed who cost the Skywings countless lives, hurdling up to be reborn, so many sturdy souls.

[plain text: Wrath. Sing, O Animus of the wrath of Kestrel’s daughter Peril. Murderous, doomed who cost the Skywings countless lives, hurling up to be reborn, so many sturdy souls.]

more info about dtiys under cut !!

Sooo I was trying to think of what to do for my dtiys, as I wanted to combine my 2 top interests (Wof and Greek mythology), and technically I have to thank @mythos321 for speaking about the idea of a Wof x Iliad AU in the first place lol (I have not stopped thinking about it) Sooo tada !! You guys get Peril as Achilles and Clay as Patroclus :3 (technically cause that’s the vibe I was going for here)

RULES:

I would like for you to use my Peril design :] but for Clay I don’t mind what design to use for him :D

You can relatively change perils pose! But I would like it if you kept it at a side angle like I have it :] but she can be like attacking someone, flying down, or just like I have her, just make her distraught! >:D also keep Clay grabbing onto her :3

The due date will be June 1st, but if you need an extension feel free to ask me for one !! :3

If you have questions, I don’t bite :3 (but feel free to ask me any !!)

use the tag #sombradtiys2025

NO AI OR TRACING ALOUD.

any level of artist welcome !!

PRIZES:

1st place: Fully shaded and colored drawing of oc/Wof character

2nd place: Fully colored drawing of oc/Wof character

3rd place: Sketch/doodles of any oc/Wof character

Have fun !!! :3

[totally-not-your-babe]

(S)HE HAS RISEN BABYGIRL!!!

Yes ladies and gentlemen and non-binary pals, I GOT MY DEGREE!!!

I'm now officially a politologist! AND two days ago I got my letter so from September I'll be studying Criminology!!!

Given all the studying and working and everything I was neglecting writing A LOT but now I'm back in the game!

So first things first here are the fanfictions I'd like to continue:

Too Much Love Will Kill You Vol.1

I miss my boys I'm so looking forward continuing their story aaaand I already have the first part of Chapter 5 soooooo...

Master Of Puppets

I love this one! It's not really popular here, but it has a special place in my little heart. Chapter 4 is in the works.

Welcome to Hawkins

My little Stranger ThingsXFear Street Crossover, a lots of thank yous and my undying gratitude to @snazzynacho for giving me the idea!

Shadows of Rome

I have an idea where this fic is going and I know the ending but there is still a great possibility that it has hiden surprises even for me.

And noooow the fanfictions that I'm planning on publishing this summer/autumn:

Witches' Road

Bob Reynolds X SiphonerWitch!OC

Did I love Thunderbolts*? Hell yes! Am I obsessed? Fvck yeah! And Bob... Bob stole my heart.

Unbreakable

Oc X Ryan

Yellowstone fic I've been planning for years. I'll take a detour from the series with this one around the least seasons.

By The Light of The Moon

Derek Hale X Stilinski!OC

Again a fic I was sitting on for years now. Maybe it's time to put it out in the world.

Bleeding Hearts

Spike X Witch!OC

And last but not least the fulfilment of my Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel hyper fixation.

tags: @techs-stitches; @lokigirlszendaya; @savebytheodoresnonjosestuff

[casa-dei-corvei]

Dragon Age: Rook Combat Ask - Sancha de Riva

Tagged by the awesome @rooks-dagger! (Psst, read about her Ember here!)

Rules: List some weapons/tools or fighting styles you imagine apply to your OC. In or outside of game animation! No holds barred! Daydream AMV descriptions welcome! Show me how badass your OC is and how they've used this in the past. Feel free to drop an ask for any certain listing to ask about context or request a snippet to flex your action writing muscles!

Full disclosure, I'm bad at fight scenes. XD Soooooo, it's more kinda explaining her style than describing actual fighting. Hope you still enjoy? <3

Proficiencies 🪄🗡️☠️

Fire Magic (not her favorite, but it comes too easily for her not to use it. hands feel like they're burning when she doesn't use a focus.)

Lightning Magic (her personal favorite. her hands tend to feel charred from the inside out and too tingly when she doesn't use a focus, though.)

Arcane Magic (hands feel a bit tingly afterwords, nothing too terrible)

Poisons (she's a de Riva, can she really claim to have been trained by Viago if she didn't use a little poison from time to time?)

Orb & Dagger (her bread and butter)

Her hands (not her first choice, but if it comes down to it, she's not above gouging and clawing. or casting without a focus. don't worry about her hands they're fine. mostly)

Not Proficient ⚔️

Ice Magic (hurts her hands worse than her lightning magic, makes her hands feel stiff.)

Necrotic Magic (is able to use it well enough, hands feel wrong after use. not pained, just...wrong.)

Healing Magic (knows the basics, but can never get the spells to actually work.)

Mage Staff (she finds staves too unwieldy)

Scepter (Neve looks so cool using hers, but it just feels too odd to use)

Swords

Bow & Arrow (She hate fighting from afar, and she can never manage proper draw strength)

Improvised 🧣

Fireplace Poker

Kitchen knife

Silk scarf

Bucket of water (three guesses to what she did with it, the first two don't count <3)

So, Sancha tends to fight less like a typical mage and more like a rogue. She was brought up in a House whose Talon hated magic and was not above sabotaging training (Sancha was only the third mage of her House to survive after coming into her magic before Viago took over. (Ages of the mages when she came into her magic were: Sancha (7), Mikel (17) & Aurelia (34)), so her training was already nontraditional at at best. Add to that that she came of age during the Mage-Templar War (Viago explicitly forbade her and their other mages from leaving Salle when tensions were highest) and her main trainer was Viago (after she came into her magic Aurelia trained her, but Viago was who she always reported to after her magic lessons were finished), that leads to a less than expected style for a mage.

She hates fighting from afar, opting instead to get in close. If she's not trying to be too subtle, she may fire off a spell or two as she closes the distance. She more or less dances around her target, lots of twists and flourishes, getting in close enough to get in a few quick strikes with her blade (poisoned, if she's prepared enough), before getting far enough out of their range before countering with a spell.

She'll try to keep her target guessing about which direction she'll strike, getting better at misdirection over the years (though she'll be the first to tell you she's still not very good, the amount of scars littering her arms being proof enough, in her option).

When on contract, she'll use her blades, skillfully administered poison, or her magic. If she's undercover as a servant, which happens fairly frequently, it's simple enough to slip in poison, or a dagger, but where's the fun in that? If she truly wants to make their end dramatic, she'll try to get alone with them and if their guard is low enough, either because they were already stabbed or poisoned, or they just haven't realized what she is yet, she'll put both her hands over their heart and finish them off with magic straight to the chest. (She never wears gloves, none of the mages in her House do. Does it actually help with the spell striking truer? Probably not. Does it fuck up their hands considerably? Absolutely.)

She's a mage. She was born to be a weapon, after all. May as well act like one.

Sending a gentle tag to: @pixiedurango, @lotusfueltofire, @basedonconjecture, @rook-de-rivas, @larkinna & @dellamortte <3

[strange0-0storm]

Hiya ^-^

If your oc could have any gift what would their favourite / thing they would like most to have be?

(thanks for your likes btw qwq)

OH OH OKAY OKAYY SOOOOOO

8 isn't a very picky person when it comes to gifts, typically he actually is the one giving. But if he were too received anything I feel like his MOST favorite thing would BEEEEEEEE

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

HOME MADE FOOD OR JUST HOME MADE CRAFTS, ECT

Of course he'd love anything music related, but to him the thoughtfulness of something made by hand brings a wide grin on his face

Knowing that someone TOOK THE TIME to make something specifically for HIM makes him a very happy meme guardian AHSHHSHE It's the sentiment he enjoys, no matter if the thing given to him isn't absolutely perfect :]

ALSO YOU'RE VERY WELCOME<3333

[weekend-whip]

Ninjago Fic Rec Week (2024): Day 2

Prompts: Multichaps/Villains! (catching up slowly but surely~)

Multichaps:

Shark Bait: ALRIGHT CONFESSION I haven't actually *read* this one yet ONLY because I know it's going to soooooo good and it's going to change my brain chemistry so I'm waiting until I am Emotionally Prepared but UWAH just the premise alone should be enough to entice you: Movie!verse with completely secret identities, and Lloyd/Green Ninja trying to take matters into his own hands...only for irony to make them worse, as is the story of his life. This author is already a legend as it is so who needs a summary GO READ GO READ NOW!!

Ninjago: The Nya Perspective: SINCE this masterpiece favorite of mine just updated not too long ago, there's no better time than to recommend it once again! Have you always wanted more from Nya in the early seasons?! Have you always wanted more of HER side of story?! Have you wonder how Nya became the person she is today?! Well wonder no longer for this story has got those answers and more!!!!

Sharpen the Scythe, Before He Reaps: Another that I've started but never finished, it's a reworking of the Day of the Departed, so you know it's FULL of Ghost!Cole goodness, from the good to the angsty!! And what I've read so far is sooo soul-grabbing (pun somewhat intended) and makes me wish DotD was even half as introspective as this jhgfdgfd

Thank You For Giving Me Wings: Over a year later and this is still my only multi-chap ninjago fic (...that, uh, isn't Legacyverse nor OC-related, oop). Still, it's never a bad time to have a little introspective on Wu bonding with his students over the years, moreso as family than anything else <3

All I'm Asking For: Quite possibly one of my very favorite Ninjago fics ever, it is REQUIRED reading as far as I'm concerned! Cole's the anchor character, but it follows EVERYONE in a slightly-altered aftermath of March of the Oni, with everyone recuperating, figuring out what's next for them with their lives and relationships, and spiced up with a little Christmas flair <3

Mechanical Hearts: A story I've been keeping an eye on for a while, it's a college Jaya au with plenty of Jay+Cole dynamic spread on top, and the way the author (hi Finn!!) writes all the characters is so deep even in the lighter moments and makes all the senes in the world for the setting they're in, and I love all the little nods to canon or the cheeky changes made along the way–it's so enjoyable!

Villains:

for want (for nothing): Not technically a villain, but Kai's certainly an antagonist here ooooooooh (a different, heart-wrenching take on the Kai-Lloyd confrontation in S4)

Lord Garmadon Is Not Impressed With the Future: Another one I've recced before, but now it has an equally villainous SEQUEL so I've gotta get everyone on the train again! And this story's got villain!Garmadon and villain!Garmadon-but-having-a-personal-crisis upon realizing that his future is...not at all what he wanted. And he also discovers himself beating the life out of his own son–so yeah. We definitely can't have THAT. Good stuff, good stuff.

Bucket List: Might be a slight cop-out since this is moreso about Kai BUT it IS my favorite Morro-related fic, and he is a villain, thus it fits! (...Plus I gotta put at least three stories in this section, c'mon). Anyway, Kai allows Morro to possess him for less-than-ideal reasons and presents a fascinating dynamic between the two and what it means to truly live and take responsibility (the good, the bad, the ugly, and all). Be mindful of the tags and warnings, though!

Outgrown (from Spider Lily's Claws): I knew I almost forgot a Harumi one! DR-fic in which Harumi stumbles across the monastery looking for a place to recuperate, and a company-starved Lloyd welcomes her to stay. A fascinating look at a Harumi who's still got her "Evil" instincts but is still trying to act in her best interests, while Lloyd...is Lloyd hgfhgd. I love their back-and-forth bad-idea-good-idea dynamic here a LOOOOOT

[solar-tl-27]

OH HEY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I’M BACK

Yall never get regular posts from me omg you guys I’M SO SORRYYYY

but but but but but ya’ll wont believe it

I have been… DOING ART?! youuuuu heard that right folks i me MYSELF AM d-doing art.

Ok soooo i got a few updates

Life is still incredibly hectic i swear i feel like one of those fanfic writers tha5 post like

Hey sorry it took 8 years i was in a coma! But thankfully that’s not… entirely the case?

I’m on the list for an appointment to see if i have adhd because hearing my friends who are diagnosed and medicated talk about literally MY EXACT ISSUES AND IT HELPING i was like… damm maybe it is the good ol case of audhd … so hopefully hopefully i can get something to help with that!

Uhhh in other news I’m saving for a laptop so i can get into video editing and idk make some animation memes and animatics!

But ofcourse

Ofcourse

I promised art let’s not dwindle any more!

First of all we have some art i did for my story quest for the moon (i did blur out a bit just cuz well idk my audience that well so i’ll be bluring it even though it takes away a bit of context)

Then another piece for that series and then… omg.. no way is that?! Is it?!

Hehe surprise let’s get into the first art!

3 GOT ANOTHER REDESIGN AND MIGUELS’S FIRST FULL ART

Welcome welcome to my sweet sweet sweet baby angel boy Three that’s right he’s been on my mind again so i drew him… kinda like a splash art? If he was in a gacha game very cute very demure (if that meme’s old already… no it’s not)

And then we have THE VILLAIN of quest for the moon

Miguel also our main character ash in the corner hiiii ash

Miguel is basically like the mentor that’s secretly just try to steal your powers type he’s very much an opportunist and i love to draw him and loooove to hate him! This piece is basically foreshadowing extravaganza that will… eventually be clear i swear I promise I PROMISE but for now enjoy the piece it took sooo long

Next art!

This is still a work in progress it’s not done yet but I’m incredibly proud of it soooooo I’m showing it anyway and then we’ll get into the surprise

MEET MY SON ALEXANDER

ohhh my goodness after being in art block for so long it feels so nice to just get a solid redes out i’m soooo happy with how he’s turning out AA that’s my son MY BOY one of my oldest oc’s from so so so so long ago and fun fact i drew both pieces with the exact same brush heheheh the headshot next to him is his brother phoenix

Ok NOW FOR THE SURPRISE

Guess what! That’s right i have actually ACTUALLY started finding my way into the new project reignited

That’s right we got a MAIN CAST now

Now obviously some are.. easy to find the original inspiration for but they won’t be that similar to the redesigns they used to be no no no

Welcome the new crew of project reignited!

Muse, Plume, Thea, Orianne & caelusss

Muse is the main character a human boy who is just trying his best who gets swooped up into helping a dragon girl save her kingdom and the magical dimension while also fighting to preserve his home town!

Plume a dragon girl (plume, bloom you get the gist) who somehow ended up on earth is now tasked to find help to save her people and mother while also discovering the beauty of earth

Thea the daughter of an urban development company ceo and the love interest of muse (did i get myself this invested into a ship that i made it canon here… yes.) she’s a frail girl but is forced to step in as her fathers ideas turn from helpful to greedy and destructive

Orianne Thea and Muse’s friend and the more motherly of the group but faced with difficult circumstances and changes in her life can cause her to lash out as her life is completely steered of its course by magic and her dad remarrying.

Caelus! Muse’s closest friend a pretty chill guy that works at an icecream parlour during the week and helps his family with their market food stand in the weekend, he really wants to be a culinary chef but doesn’t know if he can truly achieve his goals in his hometown.

That’s the gang this will from now on be an original concept and no longer a winx rewrite yes winx will be an inspiration for this work but i do not intend to go the fairy route nor make the world building as big as i had made it in my rewrite… what you will see is me taking my rewritten work as a basis for this story considering i have basically rewritten my version of domino, zenith and solaria from scratch sooooo SWEET BABY BOY CRYOS MY BABY will be making a return later on in this story he’s mine he’s my son my boy i can do with his character whatever i pleaseeee ok ty

That’s the update that’s the post thank you all for enjoying my content and my terrible upload schedule life had beeeeeen hectic ty ty hope ya’ll stay for more and if this was your first post of mine you saw…. Check out my other work pls and thank u

Oki

BYEEEEE

[ask-liam-p]

Hiiiiii!!!!! So I just found this blog today (I don't use Tumblr much) And I'm really liking it so far :D Soooooo I thought I'd do (what I consider to be) fanart in the form of some of my object ocs Nullified cuz I liked The Null Room alot Keep up the good work! -Error

WOOOOOAH! THIS IS SICK N LOVELY!! THANK YOU!! <3

Thank you so much for liking my AU!! :D I LOVE YOUR OCS!!! RAAA!!

welcome to the Null Room :]

[milkpowderr]

hey come closer i have a very important mesage for you guys!!!

if you support generative ai you are not welcome on my blog. i dislike you immensely. please do not try to initiate contact with me if you do so.

before you can @ me all "HAHHAHAH i use generative ai for everything what will you DO!?!?!??!" the answer is i will block you from every possible social media and move on it's that simple

"but it's a helpful tool!!!!" you'd have experience it seems!!!

"SHAME on you you ABLEIST PIECE OF SHIT!!!!" i know many disabled people who are capable of creating masterpieces. there are blind painters and deaf musicians. i've seen people paint beautiful pictures with no arms and holding the brush through their fucking teeth. if they can do it, so can you. i believe in you. we'll find a way out of this together.

"but it's soooooo loooong and teeedious to do my joooob the thing for which i am paiiiidddd :((" get over it.

"but i'm an unskilled sad sack of shit" we all were once. you're not any different. you get better through practice, passion, and patience. if you only desire an amalgamation of the fruits of everyone else's labour, you don't deserve to be called skilled, in my honest opinion. if you're not going to put any effort into your work, why should i put the effort into enjoying it?

"but but but i have an essay due!!!" tough luck dudebro!!! you have google. it's on google. you can search directly on google. you Can go to google and search. log into google right now. (/ref) jokes aside, there are many different sources available for your essay. if there aren't, you should've tried starting earlier. actual essayists don't deserve having their work stolen and rewritten by some cuck-gpt just because you couldn't write an essay. "no i mean i have the info but i can't write it you know??" i do not know. use a template. there are free templates on google docs did you know that. use bullet points. build on your ideas. elaborate on the topic.

"idk how to write emails :((" send a fucking smoke signal i don't care. turn into a pigeon now. fucking how hard is it to search up "email templates"??? actually how hard is it to ASK A HUMAN BEING on how to write an email to your boss???

"i wanna seduce the blonde cuck from my hero academia on c.ai :)" that's on you!!! make an imaginary friend!!! make an oc!!! roleplay!!! ask the fucking chatbot on mars!!! people don't deserve to have their writing stolen without their knowledge and mushed into shit because you can't keep it in your pants

"i cant draw :(" you can

"noooo i can't even draw a straight line" many artists can't draw straight lines. you can draw. stop trying to throw yourself a pity party.

if NONE of these have deterred you ai prompters, think of the climactic impact your "anime wife big boob" ai generation is having on the fucking earth. do you know how much water is required to cool those ai systems down??? i'm almost 90% sure you don't, or you're just a very mentally ill and selfish person

good grief.

[yourfavasamilkshake]

read me before submitting

hi welcome to my beautiful blog where I turn characters into a papas freezeria milkshake!!!!!! oops i turned your fav into a milkshake and drank them up im soooooo sorry <333333

first off this papas shit is SERIOUS MAN. my artistic process is very involved and unique please respect me as a performance artist. i remain. I REMAIN.

I try to do a mix of the aesthetics of the character, what I believe the character would actually enjoy in the milkshake itself, and artistic choices that symbolize who the character is. These three aspects are weighted based on what's speaking to me most about the character, but of course if you would like me to focus on one of these aspects more (ex. you want a milkshake that LOOKS like char gundam rather than a milkshake that represents his character and personality) go ahead and specify this and I will do my best to incorporate it into the final design.

RULES: please submit a picture of the character, what media they're from, a brief description of their personality, character arc, ect. (basically anything you think is Important about who they are), and if any, flavour preferences or favourite foods that they have. OCs are welcome as well.

i reserve the right to refuse any request if i feel like it because i am the god-emperor of the entire world sorry

LOVE,

~Papa

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

hey there, darlings! welcome to my little corner of the interwebs! below, you'll find a list of fandoms that I'm currently writing for (and thus, often posting for, as well). please do feel free to join in the fun, if you are so inclined? I don't bite (though I am rather feral over fictional men at times. it can't be helped!)

please do not solicit me for money. you will be flagged as spam, and blocked. the same can be said for blank blogs. ye have been warned.

cover image by @bronteisms (thank you soooooo much, my dear 💛🩶💛!!!)

Current fandom obsessions/WIPs:

Rings of Power

-The Wanderer Series Masterlist (Halbrand|Sauron/OC)

-Old Town Road Series Masterlist->Yellowstone-ish AU (Human!Halbrand/OC)

-The Abhorred Series Masterlist (Adar/OC)

Stranger Things

-Up Is Down Series Masterlist (Eddie Munson/OC)

A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR)

-Of Flame and Shadow Series Masterlist (Azriel/OC)

Marvel (CA:TWS, CA: AoU, CA:CW, The Avengers: Infinity War/Endgame)

-Viper Series Masterlist (Steve Rogers|Captain America/OC)

and for those who may prefer to read on a site other than Tumblr, here are links to my profiles on both fanfiction.net and A03 😊

fanfiction.net

ao3

dividers by @zaldritzosrose and @saradika-graphics (thank you so very much!)

please don't plagiarize or translate my work in any way, shape, form, or utilize it with AI, chatGPT, or any robot. I'm not ready for the robot over-lords to take my things just yet, thank you very much. 😅

[nanamismoonchild]

chapter: Seokjin's Hotel for Demons

pairing: oc!fallen angel(they/she) x ???member

wc: teaser 800 words

warnings: anxiety, panic attack, made up my own rules regarding demons and angels soooooo hahaha, cursing, eventual smut, eventual ot7, oc is black, but everyone can read 📚

a/n: this is a teaser of a fic that I created during a random sprint where I just wrote something and kept typing. Turns out it became a nice little idea. It will be multichaptered because why not. I want to explore this little world.

A makeshift desk created out of twelve or so milk cartoon boxes with an ancient register and an even older computer sat atop it was the reception desk. Seokjin hopped over the cartons and took his place behind the desk. 

With a fake smile, he said. “Welcome to Seokjin's Hotel for Demons! How long will you be staying with us?” Based on his demeanor from earlier, Laila politely assumed he didn't want them to stay at all. 

“Only for tonight. And, uh, what's the price?”

“Only your soul, fallen one.”

“Already gave that one up to the Big Guy. Anything else?” They half joked. The Big Guy had pretty much fired Laila and sent them packing the next minute, which had landed them in this predicament. 

Seokjin didn't falter. “No soul, no room.”

“Isn't this a hotel for demons?” Laila asked him, bewilderment in their voice. “What fucking demon is coming in here to give you a soul?"

“Relax-”

“No, you relax! I don't want to joke around. I just want a room where I can think about my next moves, and here you are being a dick. Talking about some damn souls. Fuck out of here.”

The poor man in front of them was turning beet red. Embarrassment must've been running hot through his veins because it was attacking theirs.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do all that. Can we start over?” 

To Laila's surprise, Seokjin smiled mischievously. His aura turned purple. Shit. 

“Start over? We've only just begun.”

[leader-of-grandys]

You can’t even realise what lore I’ve gave my version of Erik and especially how I’ve wrote his parents. But I wanted to give his mother a justice bc I’m tired of a simple “she was bad and abusive just because she is an awful person in general” that I see in most fics. And Kay’s interpretation is well……. I don’t like it at all. Soooooo, I’ve created my own Madeleine and she is basically my OC now, the only common thing is that she’s Erik’s mom lol. And here she is!!!!!

I gave her some character, some trauma and some tism. She’s not a good parent but not because it’s all her fault, she’s well…. Dealing with a lot of stuff in her life. Abusive husband + post-partum depression + unwanted and sick child + being a closeted lesbian is a really hard combo for your mental state you know. I want to write about her more but for now here’s a lil pic with her. Welcome Madeleine Monsigny!!!

[cammithings1]

Teen wolf fan fic

CHAPTER 1

Y'all, this is the first time I've ever posted my writing, soooooo. Let me just tell you I SUCK at descriptions, but just to give you the jest of it. This is a Stiles x OC, and I'm not too sure how accurate it is to the show because I couldn’t find the original script. Anyway this is chapter 1, I hope you guys enjoy.

Everything started to change on my sixteenth birthday. It wasn’t anything big—just a small party with my family, friends and cake. At the time, I had no idea how much that day would mark the beginning of something different between us all.

I was adopted by the Mitchells—Dominic and Alice. To me, they’re simply Mom and Dad. My dad is a doctor, and my mom is a lawyer. But more than their jobs, they are the kindest people I know. From the moment they brought me into their lives, they made sure I knew I was loved. See, Alice couldn’t have children, and though I know that must have been hard for her, it never changed the love between her and Dominic. He always told her it didn’t matter, that she was enough, but still, they both wanted a child—a little soul to cherish and call their own.

I was five when they found me. I still remember the day I gathered enough courage to ask why they picked me. Even back then, I understood that most people came looking for babies or teenagers. It was rare for someone to want a kid my age—one who was full of questions and still cried sometimes. But when I asked, they just smiled and told me, It was your eyes.

“It was your eyes,” my mom said. “We’d never seen anything like them—so clear, so pure, so blue.”

She told me that the first time I looked up at them, they couldn’t understand how anyone could leave those eyes—my eyes—without a home or a family.

I love my parents for so many reasons, but most of all because they’ve always made me feel like I belonged. No matter what I wanted to do, big or small, they were always there, supporting me. And on my sixteenth birthday, surrounded by their love, I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

Then there’s Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski—well, my best friend Scott McCall and my impossible, hopeless crush, Stiles Stilinski.

I’ve known them since first grade, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. The three of us always seemed to get into trouble—usually because of one of Stiles’ ridiculous ideas. Sheriff Stilinski started calling us the “Three Showmen” after we got stuck in his patrol car trying to reenact a scene from a movie. Now that I think about it, I don’t remember what movie it was.

Looking back, I’m not sure why I went along with half the things we did. But with them, it never really mattered. They made everything feel like an adventure.

I still remember the day we all met. It feels like it was just yesterday.

"Everyone—quiet down now," the teacher said softly, resting a gentle hand on my shoulder. It was meant to be comforting, but my heart was still racing. "This is Magnara. Magnara Mitchell. She’s new, so I want all of you to be nice and make her feel welcome."

I swallowed hard and looked around the room, my cheeks burning. So many eyes were on me, curious and expectant. I wanted to shrink away, but then I noticed one boy in particular. He had messy brown hair, scabbed knees, and a wide, toothy grin. He was whispering to the boy next to him—Scott, though I didn’t know his name yet. They looked like they were planning something.

Before I could take another step, the boy shot his hand into the air.

"We’ll be her friends!" he announced, jumping up before the teacher even called on him. Without hesitation, he grabbed Scott’s arm and pulled him over to me.

"I’m Stiles," he said, giving a dramatic bow like he was in some kind of royal court. "And this is Scott. We’re your new best friends now. You’re welcome."

I blinked in surprise, then, to my own shock, I laughed. No one had ever introduced themselves to me like that before—so bold and certain, as if we had already been friends forever.

From the moment I met Stiles, he became the most important person in my world. At first, it was just admiration—how he could brighten any room with his energy, how he always had the perfect joke to ease a tense moment, or how he could talk his way into—or out of—just about anything. But over time, I realized it was more than that.

It was the way he never let me sit alone at lunch, always making sure I felt included. The way he remembered little things about me—like how I hated tomatoes or how much I loved being outside.

And then there were the moments that were just ours. Like the time I ruined my science fair project, and he stayed up all night helping me fix it so I wouldn’t have to show up empty-handed. Or the time before finals when I had a panic attack, and he calmed me down, joking that he’d pass the test on charm alone while I was “too smart to fail.”

Somewhere along the way, that wild, impulsive boy with scraped-up knees and an endless supply of sarcasm became more than just my best friend. He became my crush—the one person I couldn’t stop thinking about, the one who could make my heart race with a single glance.

But having a crush on Stiles Stilinski? It’s not easy. He’s completely, hopelessly oblivious. And with his heart set on Lydia Martin, most of the time, it felt like I didn’t even exist.

I adore him—his kindness, his humor, the way he makes even the worst days feel a little lighter. But he never saw me the way I saw him. And somehow, I’ve had to learn to be okay with that.

I’ve thought about telling him—dropping hints, trying to see how he might react. But Stiles is… well, Stiles. The moment he realizes I have feelings for him, everything will change. Our inside jokes, our late-night talks, the way he always brings me curly fries because he knows they’re my favorite—it could all feel different. And I can’t risk that.

So, I keep it to myself. I laugh at his terrible jokes, help him come up with his latest overly complicated plan, and listen when he talks about Lydia, even when it makes my heart ache. It’s easier this way. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

But sometimes, when I’m lying in bed at night, I wonder—could there be more between us? If he saw me, really saw me, if he knew how I felt… would it even matter? Or would it only make things more complicated?

I don’t know the answer, but for now, I’m happy just being his friend. Even if it hurts a little, I’d rather have Stiles in my life as my goofy, oblivious best friend than risk losing him altogether.

Still, deep down, there’s a small part of me that holds onto hope. A tiny whisper that wonders… What if?

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I guess I wasn’t being entirely honest. My birthday wasn’t when things started to change—but the day after? That was a different story.

This morning, I woke up like usual, stretched, and stayed on my bed with my phone for exactly 36 minutes before looking up to see what I thought would be a summer assignment I have yet to finish on my desk. I did see it, but over top the papers, was an old book.

Sitting there, right in the middle, was a thick, old black leather book. It had a worn cover glittered with purple crystals that looked like they were barely holding on, bent rusted metal corners, and metal latch keeping it shut. Pages that looked like they had been around for centuries—yellowed, dry, and crinkled at the edges.

This was definitely old. It didn’t belong to me.

Curious, I sat down on my chair and carefully undid the latch. The pages rustled as I flipped through them, revealing strange symbols and scribbles. My excitement quickly faded into confusion. I had no idea what I was looking at. The writing seemed like a mix of Greek and Latin, or something else entirely—something unfamiliar. What is this?

I turned the pages faster, hoping for something—anything—I could understand. But the more I looked, the stranger it all became.

Feeling unsettled, I decided to ask my mom about it.

“Hey, Mom?” I called out as I walked down stairs into the kitchen. I hesitated for a second before sitting down at the island, the book still in hand, I don't want to let it go. “Do you know what this is?”

She glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows knitting together. Turning off the stove, she faced me fully.

“No…? Where did you even get that?”

Her confusion only made my stomach twist more. Because the truth was, I had no idea.

“I don’t know. It was just on my desk when I woke up. I thought maybe you or Dad put it in my room.”

She took the book from my hands, turning it over carefully. “We didn’t get you anything like this,” she said, flipping through the pages. Her eyes paused on a few strange symbols, and she frowned before shaking her head. “This doesn’t look like anything we’d buy. It’s... weird.”

She moved toward the trash can, and my heart jumped.

“Wait, don’t throw it away!” I blurted, stepping forward and grabbing the book from her hands. My fingers pressed against its rough, worn cover as I held it close. “I know it looks old and kinda... weird, but there’s something about it. I think it’s interesting.”

She sighed but didn’t argue. “Well, if you really want to keep it, fine. But you have school tomorrow, so make sure you’re ready.” She turned back to the stove, giving me a small smile.

“Okay!” I said quickly, hugging the book to my chest as I hurried upstairs. A strange excitement bubbled up inside me. Something about this book felt different. Special.

Tomorrow was the first day of sophomore year.

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Today has been quiet—almost too quiet. After making sure everything was set for tomorrow, I spent hours poring over that strange book, hoping to find something, anything. But in the end, I came up empty-handed.

I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. A book that practically appeared out of nowhere isn't exactly going to have a Wikipedia page. Still, I can't help but feel a little disappointed.

Now, I’m curled up in bed, dressed in my softest pajamas—a light pink, flowy tank top with spaghetti straps and matching ruffled shorts. I have a different book in my hands, something familiar, something comforting. I needed the distraction. But just as my eyelids grow heavy, just as I start slipping into sleep—

Tap, tap, tap.

I freeze. My heart jumps. For a moment, every horror movie I’ve ever seen flashes through my mind. But then—

Tap, tap. Softer this time, almost hesitant.

Slowly, I slide off my bed, my socks barely making a sound against the floor. With a careful hand, I pull back the curtains—and there he is.

Stiles.

His buzz-cut hair is barely visible in the dim light, but his grin is unmistakable—wide, playful, and entirely too pleased with itself. His breath fogs up in the chilly night air, and for some reason, that small detail makes me smile, too.

I push open the window, the cold air brushing against my skin as I lean out slightly.

"Stiles, what are you doing here?" I whisper, keeping my voice low. Then, glancing over my shoulder, I adjust my glasses and look at the glowing clock on my desk.

"It’s almost midnight!"

“Exactly why I’m here,” Stiles says, his voice light and teasing. “You’ve been hiding in that room for days. Thought I’d rescue you.”

I push my glasses up, raising an eyebrow. “From what? Sleep?” I pause, suddenly suspicious. “And what do you mean ‘days’? You were literally at my house yesterday.”

Stiles chuckles, shifting his weight with that familiar smirk—the one that always means trouble. He nods toward the street where his Jeep is parked, headlights barely glowing. Scott stands next to it, arms crossed, hands stuffed into his pockets. He looks… not exactly mad, but definitely not thrilled to be here either.

“From boredom,” Stiles says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Grab a jacket and let’s go.”

I blink at him, unsure if he’s serious. “It’s freezing, I’m in my pajamas, and it’s a school night.” My voice is quiet—I don’t want to wake my parents. “Besides, if I go with you, what exactly are we doing?”

Stiles doesn’t answer. Instead, he moves fast, ducking under my window and pulling himself inside like he’s done it a hundred times before. Because he has. But we don’t need to talk about that.

I take a step back, my heart picking up speed as he crosses the room like he belongs here. Then, without a word, he grabs my sneakers from the corner and holds them out to me, like this is already decided.

“What are you—?”

“Sit,” he says, cutting me off. Gently, he nudges me to the edge of the bed and kneels in front of me, slipping my shoes on with quick, precise movements—like he’s afraid I’ll change my mind if he hesitates.

“Stiles, I didn’t say—”

“Shhh,” he interrupts, tying the last knot. Then, without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders, pulling it snug around me. His hands rest there for a brief moment, warm and reassuring, before he takes my hand and tugs me toward the window.

“Stiles,” I whisper sharply, digging my heels into the floor. “Are you kidnapping me?”

“Would it really be kidnapping if you secretly wanted to go?” he teases, flashing that mischievous grin.

Before I can answer, he’s already climbing out the window, landing softly on the grass below. He turns back, arms outstretched, waiting for me.

“You want me to jump!?” I say, my voice rising slightly in alarm.

“Come on,” he urges, quieter this time but just as insistent. “Trust me, Mags.

I hesitate, glancing at my closed bedroom door, then at the soft glow of his Jeep’s headlights in the driveway. Scott is standing by the car, watching us like this is just another normal night with Stiles.

With a quiet sigh, I step onto the windowsill. “If I get grounded, this is your fault,” I mutter.

“Noted,” he says, grinning as he catches me effortlessly and steadies me on the ground.

“Now, let’s go have some fun.”

Stiles grabs my hand as we hurry toward the Jeep, his excitement pulling me along. I struggle to keep up, my heart pounding. “You didn’t answer my question,” I say, half-running beside him. “What are we doing?”

He swings open the passenger door and gently helps me in, his eyes shining with something that makes me nervous. “You’ll see,” he says as he jumps into the driver’s seat. “But I guarantee you, it’ll be worth it.”

Scott climbs into the back with a tired sigh. “We’re looking for half a dead body,” he says flatly.

I freeze. “WHAT?” I whip my head toward Stiles, my pulse spiking.

Stiles shoots Scott a sharp glare through the rearview mirror, muttering something under his breath before gripping the wheel a little tighter. "Thanks for that, Scott. Way to kill the suspense," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

I can’t wrap my head around what I just heard. “Did you say… half a dead body? Like, an actual dead person? Or is this one of your weird metaphors?”

“It’s literal,” Scott says, leaning forward between the seats. “I’m not thrilled about it either.”

“Then why are we doing this?!” I ask, looking back at Stiles. He’s still grinning, like this is some kind of grand adventure.

“It’s the last day of summer,” he says, eyes on the road. “Why not go out with a bang?”

I press myself against the seat, gripping the door handle. What have I just gotten myself into?

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Scott kept his eyes on the ground, careful not to trip. “Are we seriously doing this?” he asked.

Ahead of us, Stiles led the way with a flashlight. “You’re always bitchin’ that nothing ever happens in this town,” he reminded Scott.

I stayed close behind them, my arms wrapped around myself for warmth. “Well, looking for half a body isn’t exactly my idea of exciting,” I murmured, my voice quiet. I didn’t want to draw attention to us—or to whatever else might be out there.

Stiles glanced over his shoulder at me with a smirk. “Mags, I knew that if I told you why we were coming out here, you wouldn’t want to come. You’d chicken out.”

I swallowed, shifting on my feet. “Well, can you blame me? It’s cold, it’s late, and it’s supposed to rain,” I said, my voice trembling just a little. Something about all of this felt… wrong. But I couldn’t quite bring myself to say it out loud, it’s like someone was looking at us.

Stiles barely seemed to notice my nerves. “I gave you my jacket so you can be warm,” he said, turning his gaze forward again.

I let out a small huff, tugging the oversized sleeves over my hands. “Yeah, ‘cause it’s working real wonders for a girl wearing short-shorts,” I said, my voice dry but soft.

Stiles chuckled, reaching out to help me over a rock. “Mags, you’re barely five feet. My jacket might as well be a dress on you.”

I took his hand, stepping carefully. “Still doesn’t help my legs,” I mumbled, but I didn’t complain further. Stiles was trying to look out for me in his own way, even if this whole situation made my stomach twist with unease.

I sighed softly as we walked, the silence stretching between us. The woods felt too still, too quiet, and that strange feeling of being watched wouldn’t go away. I tried not to think about it, but before I could, Scott let out an annoyed sigh.

“I was trying to get a good night’s sleep for practice tomorrow,” he said.

Stiles scoffed. “Right, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “No, because I’m playing this year. In fact, I’m going to make first line.”

“That’s the spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one.” Stiles said, he kept walking, leading the way, his voice thick with sarcasm.

I glanced back at Scott, feeling bad for him. “Sti, be nice to Scotty,” I said gently. “It’s good for him to have ambition and drive.”

Stiles stopped and turned to me, a teasing grin on his face. “Why are you saying that like I don’t have ambition or drive?”

“I never said you didn’t.”

“That’s because I do,” he said, nodding as if he were proving a point. Then he turned back around. “I have ambition and drive, thank you very much.”

I held back a small frown. Lydia Martin isn’t an ambition or a drive, just a fantasy. No… that wasn’t fair. That was just… jealousy.

Scott glanced around. “Just out of curiosity,” he said, “which half of the body are we looking for?”

“I was wondering that too.” I hesitated, raising my hand slightly.

“Huh.” He kicked a small rock out of his way, not bothering to look at us. “I didn’t even think about that.”

As we walked deeper into the woods, the ground grew uneven, forcing us to step carefully. Twigs snapped beneath our feet, and the air felt heavier the farther we went. A nervous chill crept over me.

“What if whoever killed the girl is still out here?” Scott asked, his voice quieter now.

Stiles, walking ahead of us, responded without turning around. “Also something I didn’t think about.” His usual sarcastic tone was there, but I could hear a hint of unease beneath it.

Scott sighed. “Comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.”

I stopped mid-step and looked at them both. “So, we’re looking for half a body, and there’s a chance we might end up like it?” My voice wavered, and I hated that it did.

“Pretty much,” Stiles said, completely unfazed. He climbed up a small hill and then turned, reaching out his hand to help me up.

I took it, pulling his jacket tighter around me as a shiver ran through me. “This is officially the worst idea you’ve ever had,” I muttered.

Stiles just rolled his eyes, flashing me that familiar playful grin before jogging ahead with sudden determination. I hesitated before following, my stomach twisting with nerves.

“Stiles!” I called out, hurrying after him. The tall bushes scratched at my legs, and the dry leaves crunched loudly beneath my feet. I winced at the noise—I wasn’t exactly being quiet.

Behind me, Scott’s heavy breathing caught my attention. I turned just in time to see him slow down, fumbling for his inhaler.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight!” Scott shouted at Stiles, his voice breaking through the quiet night. He sounded frustrated, but Stiles hardly seemed to notice.

At the top of the hill, Stiles suddenly dropped flat onto the ground, waving frantically for us to do the same. “Down! Down!” he whispered.

I quickly obeyed, sinking into the dirt beside him. Scott crashed down next to me, still gasping for breath. We were looking at the police that were patrolling the area for the body.

Before I could say anything, Stiles grabbed my hand and yanked me up again. “Come on!” he urged, already running. His grip was tight, and I stumbled trying to keep up.

“Stiles, wait up!” Scott called from behind us.

I glanced back and saw him struggling to climb the hill, his inhaler clutched tightly in his hand.

“Stiles, wait for Scott—” I started, but before I could finish, bright beams of light flashed directly into our faces.

Then came the barking—loud and fierce, cutting through the night like a warning.

“Stay right there!” a man’s voice shouted, making me freeze on the spot.

Stiles grabbed my arm, trying to pull me back, but in his rush, he tripped. He went down hard, and before I could steady myself, I was falling with him. We hit the ground with a heavy thud, pain jolting through my behind as my tailbone was now effectively bruised.

Before I could fully process what just happened, another voice broke through the tension. This one was calm but firm. “Hold on, hold on. These little delinquents belong to me.”

Relief washed over me. Thank god. For a second, I thought we were actually about to get arrested.

Still sitting on the ground, I lifted a weak hand in a small wave. “Hi... Mr. Stilinski,” I said awkwardly.

Stiles scrambled to help me up, and I clumsily got to my feet, brushing myself off. But as soon as I looked up, I saw his dad’s flashlight shining right at him, his eyes sharp and unreadable.

“Do you listen in on all of my phone calls?” Mr. Stilinski asked. His voice was steady, but the crease in his forehead made me instinctively take a step back.

Stiles shifted uncomfortably, glancing around like he was searching for an escape—or at least something to distract his dad. “No,” he said quickly, a little breathless. Then, after a beat, he added, “Not the boring ones.”

I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh, but Mr. Stilinski didn’t look amused at all. His brow furrowed as he asked, “Where’s the third little showman?” It was obvious he was already tired of dealing with us.

Stiles jumped in quickly. “Who? Scott? Scott’s at home. Said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for the first day back at school.” He wiped his hands on his jeans, shifting uncomfortably. “So… it’s just me and Mags.” He hesitated, then swallowed hard. “Just us… alone, in the woods.”

The words lingered awkwardly in the air. I blinked at him, confused, and Mr. Stilinski didn’t look any less baffled.

“Why are you making it sound like we were having sex?”

Oh no. Oh no, no, no—why did I say that?!

Stiles’ face turned bright red. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “What? No! I wasn’t—wait, I mean—” He turned desperately to his dad, but Mr. Stilinski just raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Oh, come on, that’s not what I meant!” Stiles groaned.

Completely ignoring us, Mr. Stilinski called out into the woods, “Scott? You out there?” His voice cut through the quiet night. When no answer came, he sighed and turned back to me.

“Alright, well, you, young lady,” he said, setting his flashlight down and pointing firmly at me, “are going to be escorted home by my son. And you, young man,” he continued, turning a sharp look on Stiles, “you’re coming with me. We’re going to have a little talk about something called Invasion of Privacy.”

Mr. Stilinski didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed Stiles by the ear and started dragging him away. I hurried after them, my shoes crunching against the frozen leaves.

“Come on, Dad,” Stiles complained, pulling himself free as we reached his Jeep. “We didn’t even find anything!” He sounded so disappointed.

“That doesn’t matter!” Mr. Stilinski snapped, pointing a stern finger at him. “You don’t know what’s out there. You both could’ve been hurt—or worse. Take Mags home,” he said, turning to me with a look that made me shrink into my coat. “And don’t think your parents won’t be hearing about this tomorrow.”

“Okay…” I mumbled, keeping my gaze down as I climbed into the passenger seat. The door groaned when I shut it, and a blast of cold air slipped inside.

Stiles slid behind the wheel, muttering to himself as he started the engine. The heater roared, but the cold inside the Jeep still clung to us as we waited for the windows to clear.

He glanced over, hands resting on the steering wheel. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, Sti,” I said, letting out a deep sigh. “We just…left Scotty out there by himself. It’s freezing, it’s going to rain, and he doesn’t even have a ride home.” I hesitated, pushing my glasses up my nose as I stared at the dark woods. “And the whole time we were out there, I just… I don’t know. I felt like someone was watching us.”

Stiles went still for a moment, then gave me a lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve been watching way too many horror movies, Mags.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But as the Jeep rolled onto the empty road, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something—someone—was still out there, watching from the shadows.

I HOPE YOU HOES ENJOYED ITS😻🤩

I wrote this earlier this year. Right now, I'm finishing up chapter 10, but for these past few months, this has just been a passion project 😭. If you guys want me to post chapter 2, just lemme know, girlie's.

And tell me about some theories if u have any😏

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