#MCU OC

[princessfishy]

Some OC work from the last few days!

Nova vs Lance (top) and Dirk & Marina (bottom)

//dont use my art/ocs

[jasmindoodles]

I went down a rabbit hole of namuri tags and now I’m trapped! 💀 I’ve had this idea of Namor showing off his daughter to the whales and I just had to get it out of my system . 🐋

[captastra]

New OC Drop!

Willa Knight - MCU

Ex-Assassin. Current Bodyguard to Bob "The Sentry/The Void" Reynolds

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[alias-b]

"Thor can have all of Asgard. But you, you're mine."

Loki and "The Lady" from my fic by @artistpolly

[red-sky-magpie]

...I miss Russia.

[asgardiangirll]

A sneaky peek of an MCU OC I have been making :> I love her already

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

The house is full to the brim with college kids, the walls almost pulsating from the heavy bass and strobing lights.

Wyatt is dominating the beer pong tournament, determined not to be the loser who has to take the forfeit.

@they-call-me-ricochet

Evan had been invited, or rather forced to come, by his friends. He needed to get out of his parents' house, and his friends wanted to meet his... girlfriend... so he brought her too. However, he'd lost his friends in the crowd, partially on purpose as he wanted to get to the alcohol.

He did, and got drunk, but not the fun kind of drunk like normal. He just feels numb, everything drowned out and a blur. So when he sees Wyatt, he almost doesn't believe it. He's intentionally avoided Wyatt, so seeing him on the other side of the room makes Evan almost feel sick. Still, he doesn't move, watching from a distance.

[kyberinfinitygems]

Bruce put down a cotton pad and wrapped gauze around her hand. “Good as new,” he said, putting it back down on the table with a reassuring pat.

“Um, thank you,” Andi murmured, she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him, and just stared at her newly bandaged hand instead.

- A Star is Born, Chapter 3

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[hydra-failure]

//Ooc

Thinking about Character ideas. So here's my list of oc ideas.

Parental Antagonist. (Parental figure antagonist? Imagine your enemy pestering you about school and health, because they're not fighting some loser)

God/Non-human totally obsessed with every day human things. (Bonus points if they're extremely Intelligent)

Character who can see ghosts living in a dystopian land.

The most average looking person fighting along gods just because they were bored.

Time traveler, but their body and soul is slowly rots away everytime they'll use their power.

A crazy scientist who sews body parts of other beings on their body.

That's probably all ideas for now, What are we thinking chat?

@gl1mpse-0f-real1ty @multifandomer537 @thatone-midgardian @arcaneavenger @ghostcat58 @messytbh @ladybugfandomfantasy @itzzkaylaaa @lucegoose-the-second

[ceceliabarnes43]

Time After Time- Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

107th Infantry Regiment,

1943

They walked the quiet streets of Brooklyn together, swinging their clasped hands between them like teenagers, their steps slow, unhurried. Every so often, Bucky would pull her a little closer, brush his thumb across her knuckles, or whisper something that made her laugh too loud for the hour.

“You’re doing it again,” she teased.

“What?”

“That thing. Looking at me like you’ve already written my name in your little black book.”

“Sweetheart,” he drawled, “you’re not in it. You are it.”

Delilah groaned, rolling her eyes as she elbowed him lightly. “If you weren’t so damn handsome, that line might’ve been unforgivable.”

When they finally reached her apartment, Delilah unlocked the door and let them inside. The place already looked emptier without Peggy, two cups instead of four, fewer shoes by the door, the echo of a farewell in the quiet.

Delilah’s own bags sat neatly packed by the entryway, already braced for deployment.

But tonight, she didn’t want to think about that.

“Stay a while, soldier,” she said over her shoulder, kicking off her shoes and padding into the kitchen.

Bucky leaned in the doorway, watching her curiously as she rummaged through the cupboards, finding a few eggs, some bread, and half a tomato. “Gonna cook for me, Commander?”

“With what’s left, don’t expect miracles,” she said, opening the icebox with a skeptical hum. “But I think I can manage a midnight breakfast.”

She flicked on the radio. A low, warm melody drifted through the space, wrapping them in the comfort of jazz and soft brass.

Bucky leaned in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed as he watched Delilah rummage through the sparse cupboards. The tips of her ears were still pink from the cold, her dark curls a little messy from their walk.

She looked beautiful.

“You cook too?” he asked, watching her line up a few basic ingredients. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Well,” she muttered, pulling out a skillet, “Peggy says I’ve got a short temper, I’m terrible at folding laundry, and I have an irrational hatred of elevators. Take your pick.”

He chuckled, stepping forward to lean against the counter beside her. “I like you irrational.”

She shot him a look over her shoulder. “I’m sure you do, Barnes. It seems to benefit you.”

“James,” he corrected gently. “Call me James tonight.”

Delilah’s hands paused briefly. She looked up at him, really looked at him, and gave a small nod trying to stop the blush that was creeping across her cheeks.

“Alright, James.”

Something about the way she said it made the space between them shrink.

He crossed to her in two easy steps, catching her waist with a smirk. “Dance with me again, Lila.”

She laughed as he placed his hands on her waist, the spatula still in her hand. “You’re insatiable.”

“You’re irresistible.”

Before she could protest, he took the spatula from her hand and spun her around, catching her waist once more, letting the warmth of the moment wrap around them. The skillet hissed behind them, forgotten for just a second as he pulled her close.

“Careful,” she whispered, “I burn easy.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he teased. “Scout’s honor.”

“I highly doubt you were ever a scout.”

“You wound me, Lila.”

The eggs burned slightly, and they both pretended not to notice.

Later, they ate on the living room floor, legs tangled, plates balanced precariously, and cheeks sore from smiling. When the dishes were set aside, and the music played soft and low, Delilah rose to her feet and held out her hand.

“Come on,” she said. “One more dance.”

“I would’ve taken you dancing a long time ago,” He stood, taking her hand he pulled her flush against him, his fingers pressing into the curve of her back. “Had I known you’d want to be this close to me as often”

Pink crept across Delilah’s freckled cheeks, “Who knows when we’ll get the chance again”

This dance was slower now. Softer. A quiet rhythm swaying between them.

Delilah tilted her face up to his, breath brushing against his cheek.

“It’s all changing tomorrow isn’t it?”

He nodded, eyes heavy with something deeper. “I leave at dawn. Camp first. Then overseas.” His voice dropped. “I’m leaving my ma and Becky behind. My little sister, she doesn’t really get it yet. Thinks I’m off on some big adventure.”

Delilah’s heart clenched.

“You’ll do right by her”

He nodded wordlessly, eyes not quite meeting hersz “And you?” he asked. “When do you ship out?”

“Tomorrow as well,” she whispered. “And then who knows.”

She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I don’t know what I expected tonight,” she admitted. “But it wasn’t this.”

“What was it, then?” he murmured.

“I thought it would be something forgettable,” she said honestly. “Something easy. But you,” she looked up at him through her lashes “you make me feel like I’ve lived a whole life in just one night.”

He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her, slowly, reverently.

Then she slipped her hand into his and led him quietly down the hallway, bucky trailed behind her allowing him to pull him along. Her bedroom was tidy, neat, but there were signs of her everywhere. Books stacked by the bed, a photograph of her and Peggy on the dresser, half a scarf still unfinished at the windowsill.

The bedroom door closed behind them with a soft click.

Lila turned, her back against the wood, her fingers sliding over the buttons of her dress with a nervous smile. “You gonna help me, soldier?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Bucky breathed.

What followed was soft, hungry, heated. The war could take everything from them but not this. Not tonight.

Their lips collided again and again as hands explored, touched, memorized. Her breath hitched when he whispered her name like a vow, Lila, as if saying it might keep her with him. She whispered his in return, James, like a promise she didn’t know how to keep.

The night was thick with wanting, with fear, with the sharp ache of everything unspoken. And when they finally lay together in the tangled sheets, bodies warm, skin slick with shared breath and hope, they held each other as if the sunrise might never come.

And when their bodies tangled together in bed, the laughter gave way to quiet desperation touches that lingered too long, mouths that clung like they feared the sunrise. They held each other as if they could slow time with the weight of their bodies, as if the war might wait for them.

Bucky’s fingers threaded gently through her hair, his voice low and steady.“This is the best way to spend my last days,” he said. “With you.”

She didn’t correct him. Didn’t tell him he had too many days left for that kind of talk. Instead, she kissed the hollow of his throat and held on tighter.

And eventually, they both drifted off to sleep wrapped in blankets and skin, the steady heartbeat of Buckys heart strong beneath her ear.

****

The morning light poured into the apartment like it had every other day but everything was different now.

She knew what they had was not meant to see the light.

The bed was too big, the silence too loud. Her hand reached instinctively for him, only to find cool sheets and a note where his head had rested.

Her heart squeezed.

She sat up slowly, dread curling in her chest. Her eyes landed on the velvet box.

Fingers trembling, she opened it.

Inside, a delicate heart locket glinted in the light silver and simple, and so perfectly her it hurt.

She unfolded the small note scribbled in his familiar and slanted handwriting.

My Sweet Lila,

Don’t forget me, doll. I carry your heart with me, always.

Your soldier, James

Her eyes stung, and she pressed her lips together, willing herself not to cry. But she couldn’t stop the tears. Not today.

With a quiet sniff, she folded the note once, then again, then again, until it was no bigger than a thumbnail. She slipped it inside the locket and clasped it around her neck, her fingers pressing the tiny heart to her chest.

And then she whispered, to the empty room,“I could never forget you, James.”

And she knew it was true.

****

End Chapter Two.

A/N: hope you all enjoyed this last one!

[princessfishy]

AU luna snow bc i said so, she's very pretty and may or may not bite

//dont use my art

[jasmindoodles]

Just papa Namor taking the kids out to Wakanda’s market place, so Shuri could get some research done in peace.

Also I read all the adorable ideas for namuri daughter and I’m can’t wait to start on them! Thank you to all that suggested ideas! 🥹💖💕

Extra thanks to @luthientinu for suggesting the idea of Namor using a rebozo with his kids!

[exhydras-drakon]

"Cruelty is the only language Hydra understands."

HYDRA ASSET FILE

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION

SUBJECT: A-05

NAME: Mario Diaz de la Cruz

SEX: M

AGE: 13 (before going MIA)

HEIGHT: 5'1ft // 155cm

WEIGHT: 73lbs // 33.1kg

NATIONALITY: Spanish

STATUS: M.I.A.

IDENTIFIABLE FEATURES: Subject is always covered in bandages around its arms.

THREAT LEVEL: High,

ABILITIES: Enhanced strength, combat training, stealth, kemokinesis, inmunity to poison

WEAKNESSES: ■■■■■■■

AFFILIATIONS: Spanish' Hydra branch (previous)

LANGUAGES: Spanish, english, russian

Subject had no need of trigger words in the past.

Under NO CIRCUSTANCES make the subject bleed while trying to recapture it. If subject can't be captured, kill in sight.

Subject was born with the X-gene, experimentation forced the mutation to develop much earlier than usual.

Similarly done in the Red Room, subject was put through an intense training program to create a highly skilled assassin.

APPEARANCE: Subject had a buzz cut, brunette. Distant green eyes. It has multiple scars around its arms, 2 prominent ones being a wide, nasty scar that circles its right arm almost completely and a diagonal cut that resembles a lighting in its left forearm. Before subject went MIA, it was given black, light clothing to allow free movements and helps blending in.

Subject used to have implemented a body chip behind its left ear in case it ever tried to deflect. Said chip stopped working over a decade ago.

NOTE: Information is highly outdated due to the subject's outbreak.

END OF FILE

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CURRENT LOCATION: Turtle Bay, Manhattan, New York

AGE: 26

ALIAS: Drakon, Ares' Poison

SEXUALITY: Queer

BIRTHDAY: March 10 (unknown real date)

DAY JOB: Librarian

«Appearance»

Civilian:

Hair dyed pink with blue highlights, dark brown roots showing. Shoulder length, messy looking, small braid to his left.

Dark green, hooded eyes

168cm / 5.51ft (without platforms) – 172cm / 5.64ft (with platforms)

Main Outfit: Light brown turtle neck undershirt, dark red open button up shirt, brown slacks and white shoes with platform

Vigilante:

Helmet shaped like a serpent that hides his face in complete darkness.

Sleeveless black catsuit underneath a bulletproof vest

Black leather bolero

Buckle strap mid-calf boots

《Weapons》

-Pocket knifes x8

-handguns x2

-dual daggers

-Brass knuckles x2

-Ancient greek spear (given by Ares)

«Miscellaneous»

Despite being a mutant, he does not work with the X-Men

After [REDACTED], he made a connection with the Greek God Ares and eventually became a vigilante based on him

He mainly covers Turtle Bay on his patrols

He's single and can't tell platonic & romantic apart

He was born in 1989 and scaped in 2002

Open rps: 1 2

///OOC\\\

To this day (3rd april) im still legally a minor, so pls nothing too explicit ^^"

This takes place after the infodump from CA:TWS (confused it at first w the CA:CW)

I myself am spanish, and when I talk english sometimes I get too into it and end up accidentally slipping spanish words and viceversa, even mix up words from both languages; so expect Mario to do similarly.

This is my first rp blog and havent roleplayed w anyone in like 2-3 years xdnt

If you recognise this oc, it's cus I moved the blog to a different account.

Mod is @azamonvoid

Younger Mario @hydra-asset-a05

[raccoonfallsharder]

jupiter nrutas

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it's always such a good day when i get to draw a pretty alien ♡♡♡ i am OBSESSED with jupiter nrutas (aka "jupe"), created by @frostedwitch ♡♡ first of all, frosty's such a good artist and their version of jupe always looks BADASS. but jupe doesn't just look fuckin awesome; she is fuckin awesome.

jupiter's home-planet was razed by thanos, that fuck, and she was orphaned when he destroyed the city she was living in. the nova corps picked her up and had her raised on xandar, where she was training to become a corps member. but jupe's too cool for that shit, especially after uncovering a bunch of corruption (i headcanon that she sometimes joins nebula & rocket at the next nova corps gala, and all three of them wear their acab t-shirts). anyway she accidentally ended up killing someone (he probably deserved it), and fled xandar, working as a mechanic and junker till she got to knowhere.

now she lives in a little shack-like home on the edge of the knowhere scrapyard she fuckin owns. she's a junker and a thief by trade (i also headcanon some ravager ties) and she sells the parts of the ships and the tech that she scavenges and trades for. also she apparently has a lil pet-droid. i'm not clear on if it's named birdie or if it's actually a mechanically bird, but i love it.

so like, you can already see what she has in common and figure out how rocket met her, and his excuses for continuing to come back and visit.

the opportunity to play with cool skin-colors, freckles, lots of piercings, and bioluminescent scales?? jupe is like. my dream come true.

anyway what you should take from all this is that @frostedwitch is a brilliant storyteller and creator. they also have at least one other fascinating oc (sky the ai) and i frankly want to draw all of them at some point. THANK YOU, frosty, for giving me the opportunity to draw jupe. i love her so much. she is intimidatingly rad and i feel like rocket would be constantly tongue-tied and flustered around her. ugh. i love her. thank you for creating such an awesome character, and for letting me play with her!

for those of you who have been patiently waiting in the doodle queue lineup, please know i might be reaching out soon to see if you'd still like me to draw them and to double-check that i have good references! i am hoping to post at least one a month until the queue is complete.

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[asgardiangirll]

Doodles of @mrsdesade 's OC Mira!

<3