#iris goes to OC hell

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

you know classically the Struggle is having ocs that you dont tell people about but one that i feel goes untalked about is having specific scenes from books in your head that you made up. like id LOVE to say that i loved what the author did with the "oh. it was always for her." scene but unfortunately the author is ME. and the character who says that doesnt have a NAME

AND THE BOOK ISNT EVEN REAL

[olibird]

SC, looking for Ocs (UPDATED!! THERE'S A NEW LINK)

Hello! I've made a list of SC OC's! (So I can actually remember who goes to who) Please tell me about your own if you’re not on the list, or if you have multiple and I missed one! Feel free to fill this out to help make it easier :D

Ace by @liamthemailman

Ace, 0-13  by @insomniacsystem

Adam by @sillyguytm 

Agnelli,7-29  by  @asenith

Anderson  by @i-n-k-s    

Andre  by @zelikan-weazel

Angel, 3-13   by @mentally-unavailable   

Apollo, 7-0   by @insomniacsystem    

Arc  by @mp-arc-askblog

Artemis, 0-7    by @insomniacsystem

Ash   by @r0ttenb0gb0dy     

Ash  by  @mr-1-2-3-4

Ash, 9-15   by @honeydew-jam

Azrael, 6-1  by @insomniacsystem

Azz, 3-4   by @doodling-doodle   

Backdoor   by @the11tailed 

Bael, 8-13  by @honeydew-jam

Bandaid, 6-6  by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Bandit by @mr-1-2-3-4

Banshee  by @moiyachann (on insta)

Bee, 2-11  by @justasmolbard   

Birde, 9-99   by @i-n-k-s

Boiler, 4-65 by  @honeydew-jam  

Breakfast, 4-63  by @honeydew-jam

Bullet, 7-9    by @walder-138  

Cabinet by @filing-cabinet-shadow

Caleb, 5-05  by  @shadow-5-05

Casper by @octangula1016

CAT, 2-2  by @sw11ft

Caz by @zelikan-weazel

Cerberus, 7-11   by @pampanope

Charlie by @thechaoticcheese

Chisel  by @chisaikan

Chomper  by @hollow-grave-diggs

Christy by @thechaoticcheese

Counter by @shadow1-6

Coyote, 10-19  by @toastthewolfie   

Crane, 5-67  by @i-n-k-s 

Dawn, 7-28    by @tw1nkee28

Deer   by @mr-1-2-3-4

Deadeyes  By @moiyachann

Donut, 4-6   by @leiradeira 

Dr. Jekyll   by  @strawbkiwi 

Dr. O'Connors, 2-5  by @mothman-juicy-ass

Dr. Strand  by @asenith

Echo  by @kalys-404 

Easter by @thelovelymushroom

Ek     by @toastthewolfie 

Emery  by @asenith

Eyeball    by @jarofteeths  

Feng, 17-4   by @leiradeira

Firefly, 7-7 by @insomniacsystem

FISH, 13-13    by @mentally-unavailable  

Flannel   by @ram-bams-blog  

Flatline, 5-7     by @imakosideas

Flower by @thelovelymushroom

Freefall, 3-60    by @zante-selachi 

Froggy     by @kaijugraves

Gift, 2-5  by @leiradeira     

Grandpa  by @niresenrab

Gremlin  by @applbottmjeens

Grimes    by @asenith

Grizzly  by @grizzishungry

Gunner  by @krueger-acc

Hadley  by @iburntthewater12345

Hearken, 5-02  by @callsign-hearken   

Holmberg  by @lonetile4  

Husky,77-3  by @kurt-dontcry

Hydra, 2-0    by @edenkyubiko

Hyena, 7-13 by @artisticvixen

Icarus, 1-3   by @insomniacsystem    

Icarus,10-6   by @tiredbi-peach    

Iris, 7-4   by @n0xxoo

Jack, 5-9 by @liamthemailman

Jack, 11-0   by @graynaricsukavluya (User not found)

Jackrabbit, 4-2   by @tw1nkee28

Jaws by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Joker, 5-9  by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Kapo, 0-9 by @islandtarochips

Kennedy by @graveseveryday

Keys by @mr-1-2-3-4

Kill, 77-4     by @kurt-dontcry

Kirkby  by @strayyyy. on Discord 

KitKat, 19-35     by @olibird    

Lance    by @iamcautiouslyoptimistic  

Lil, 6-21   by @lonetile4

Load, 5-05   by @justasmolbard

Lock, 5-15   by @tiredbi-peach

Loner  by @beescrafting

LoveHurt   by @mr-1-2-3-4

Lovelace, 8-9  by @tiredbi-peach

Lucky, 7-77    by @koirian

Lumi, 6-7  by @insomniacsystem

Lumina, 6-6  by @insomniacsystem

Lynx  by @featheredartist

Lynx, 0-2    by @Chaos_Idiot

Mac, 7-23   by @grimmartists     

Maja by @mellohisan

Matchstick, 9-1    by @tiredbi-peach  

Maverick  by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Mockingbird, 4-1 by @tw1nkee28

Moff, 4-04   by @mentally-unavailable    

Montessori    by @loneghostdreams   

Moth, 12-3     by @lemons-pears 

Moribund, 6-8  by @tw1nkee28      

Murphy, 3-2        by @i-n-k-s

Muscles, 2-9   by  @frogcereal29  

MUTT, 7-45  by @asshork

Ninja, 7-4    by @the11tailed

Nire, 10-21    by @niresenrab    

Nomad by @mortal-kombattore-115

Notion by @toastthewolfie

Nox by @n0xxo

Orion, 2-15  by @zante-selachi  

Orca, 2-7 by @zante-selachi 

Pancho, 9-12  by @jasl3123

Panops, 1-2    by   @honeydew-jam

Panzer, 1-13  by @lonetile4 

Parlour, 9-3    by @asenith

Peaches, 7-22   by @pampanope

Phantom, 2-24    by  @kalys-404

Phoenix, 7-5   by @insomniacsystem

Pixel, 11-18  by @mr-1-2-3-4 

Plague  by  @mr-1-2-3-4  

Possum,7-89 by @tiredbi-peach 

Pulse  by @shadow1-6

Red  by @cyanidedrinkers

REDACTED   by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Reed, 4-06   by @justasmolbard

Rex,0-2  by @r0ttenb0gb0dy  

Ro, 6-02    by @justasmolbard   

Ruben  by @jaylovesriddussy

Rune, 8-8  by  @insomniacsystem

Salo, 2-1    by @warborn-tragedy

Selena, 10-13   by @toastthewolfie

Sentinel, 0-3   by @kalys-404

Seraph, K-9 unit by @imakosideas 

Screwloose by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell  

Shark   by @tekioshark  

Shark    by @ur-local-snowman

Shark Bite  by @krueger-acc

Shion    by @callsignkatzchen

Shirley  by  @thechaoticcheese

Shrike, 4-14    by @i-n-k-s

Smalls, 3-9  by @rats-in-my-trashcan

Snipe, 0-3   by @islandtarochips

Snitch,19-14  by @codderanged

Sol, 8-9  by @snow--berry

Söli, 10-09  by @ask-shadow-medic-soli

Sparks by @r0ttenb0gb0dy    

Sparks   by @mortal-kombattore-115     

Spitfire by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Switchblade, 19-04    by @mythrite

Takker   by @crazyfandomluver

Teneva  by @krueger-acc

Teramen,3-5   by @imakosideas  

Texas, 0-10  by @shadowcompanygirl 

Tick, 8-5   by @imborredandwanttolookatthings  

Traitor, 1-6  by @shadow1-6   

Trigger, 7-9  by @edenkyubiko

V, 0-2  by @insomniacsystem

Valkyrie, 18-1     by @shadow18-1 

Vein, 14-31   by @8-rae-rae-8 

Vendetta, 2-3   by  @zante-selachi   

Violet, 9-14  by @mask-v  

Voitto, 2-2    by @warborn-tragedy

Vulcan  by @toastthewolfie  

Vulture by @thybreadmolds

Walker, 4-3   by @8-rae-rae-8

Walker, 4-3    by @8-rae-rae-8

Wasp by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Westin  by @graveseveryday

William by @ghostieb0o

Wolf   by @ur-local-snowman

Wraith, 6-4   by @sw11ft  

Wraith, 9-02  by @thegreatllamatamer

Wyvern by  @cyanidebitsg

yu yu, 3-13  by @._rin_  on discord 

Zyren  by @lialucis

Камшат by @kankan0fficial

3-09   by @vithoma4-9   

4-9  by @imakosideas

(Here's the google doc full of info I've found on Ocs! Please read over your own Oc's and make sure the info is correct! It helps a lot)

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[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 63

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: Daryl and Aaron return to Alexandria with a new ally in tow, only to find that Rick found a pet walker and decides to start a lot of fights. Iris breaks her nose. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; stranger danger; Rick ruins everything; somehow he's always covered in blood, I don't get it; Pete goes bananas; murder; canon character death; mourning; trauma; accidental (?) assault; broken cartilage; FLUFF? LIKE, WITH THE PAIRED CHARACTERS? WOAH!!!

Chapter 63 - Fate

Daryl chuckled to himself as the walker pressed its face up against the window, attempting to gnaw through the glass. Aaron frowned beside him, looking over.

“What?” He asked. Daryl sighed, blinking through the thoughts, trying not to think about his life. Trying not to think about a lot of things.

“I came out here to…” Daryl started, “to not feel all closed up back there.” One could admire the irony. He sighed, looking at his hands in his lap. “Even now, this still feels more like me than back in one of them houses. That’s pretty messed up, huh?” Aaron smiled sympathetically, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“You were trying.” He replied. Daryl blinked.

“I had to.” 

“No you didn’t.” Aaron denied. “Listen, I saw you with your group out there on the road. Then you went off on your own by the barn. Storm hit, and you led your people to safety. That was it. I knew I had to bring you people back. You were right. We should have kept looking for that guy in the poncho. I shouldn’t have given up. You didn’t.” Daryl sighed again before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a package of cigarettes.

“I’ll go.” He volunteered, placing one between his lips. “I’ll lead them out. You make a break for the fence.” He lit the cigarette, leaning back in the seat and… refusing to accept his own fate.

“No, no, no. This was my fault.” Aaron argued.

“It wasn’t a question.” Daryl said sharply. “And this ain’t your decision. It ain’t nobody’s fault. Just let me finish my smoke first.” Aaron blinked at him, devastated. He shook his head lightly, then harder.

“Iris would… well, I don’t know what she would do.” Aaron tried. Daryl shook his head, taking a long drag. Aaron shook his head in response. “No. You don’t draw them away. We fight. We go for the fence. We do it together. Alright? Whether we make it or not, we do it together. We have to.” Daryl pressed his lips together, trying to ignore the face he was imagining, the tears that would trace down it if they… if he…

“Alright.” He agreed. He took another long drag. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” They gathered their weapons, forced only to use Aaron’s machete and Daryl’s short hunting knife. 

“We’ll go on three. One, two—“

The walker at Aaron’s window collapsed as a pole speared through it’s eye socket, blood spattering across the glass. The pair paused, unsure of what to do, if this was the ‘bad people’ they were warned about, or if miracles really did happen. Aaron’s door was opened, allowing him to get out as the man standing there shoved the walkers back with a long pole.

He was an average height black man, middle-aged but on the younger side, with the kind of look on his face that assured he’d been through hell and back. Aaron and Daryl clambered out of the car as he fought the walkers back, the two of them quickly joining the fight, standing with their backs up against the car. 

They fought their way through the parking lot, shoving walkers out of their way and behind them as they swung the closest chain-link gate shut.

Daryl shot an arrow, clearing the final walker on the other side of the fence, and they were left alone, the swarm of walkers once again trapped staring at their escaping meal. 

The man carried a backpack with knives and guns strapped into it, along with riot gear that looked similar to that which they had at the prison. He calmly wiped the gore and blood from his staff, throwing the soiled cloth to the ground. Aaron laughed in relief, gasping.

“That was— oh, thank you.“ He panted. The man nodded solemnly. “Uh, I’m Aaron, this is Daryl.”

“Morgan.” The man introduced. Aaron nodded.

“Why?” Daryl asked, squinting at the man. Morgan looked at him and chuckled lightly.

“Why?” He repeated. “Because all life is precious, Daryl.” Daryl stared him down, unsure whether or not to accept that as an answer. 

“Whoever set that trap, they’re coming.” Aaron stated, his smile faltering. “But I have good news. We do. We have a community not too far from here. Walls, electricity, it’s safe. If you’d like to come join us—”

“I thank you.” Morgan interrupted. “But I’m on my way somewhere. Fact is, I’m lost, so… if you could tell me where we are.” He extended a folded paper map, and Daryl took it, flipping it open. It was a little blood-spattered and torn, but legible. 

Especially the note scrawled in the ocean at the bottom. 

SORRY I WAS AN ASSHOLE. COME TO WASHINGTON. THE WORLD’S GONNA NEED RICK GRIMES.

Daryl knew this map. In fact, it was the very same map that Abraham had left for Rick when he took Eugene, Rosita, Tara and Glenn toward Washington. That was, of course, before Eugene was outed as an enormous liar and deprived Abraham of his remaining life’s purpose. 

Daryl looked down at the map, then up at Morgan, then down at the map, then up at Morgan. Of course the name was familiar. Morgan’s lips parted as Daryl stared at him, and for the first time since he left Alexandria, Daryl cracked a mischievous smile. 

-

Iris and Eric sat on the porch swing until long after the sun set. She could see down the street into Deanna’s backyard where someone had built a fire and the group was gathered around, listening to the discussion with varied levels of attention. Eric did his best to keep her company, the sweetheart, but he fell asleep quickly, still on a bit of pain medication for his ankle. 

She woke him after a while, helping him upstairs to his bed so he wouldn’t injure himself further by sleeping in an awkward position. She closed up their house, locking the door behind her and stepping slowly down the porch steps, dreading the next part. Which was just more waiting, only this time, she had to do it alone. 

Except, fate was a funny thing. One minuscule thing, and your whole evening could change. One minuscule thing, such as the sight of Rick, covered in blood, walking down the street with a body slung over his shoulder.

“Fuck me sideways.” Iris grumbled, taking off running. 

She got to the meeting at the same time he did, standing behind him as he leered at the gate, dumping the body on the ground. It was a walker, long dead, fluids seeping from its facial orifaces. A woman cried out in shock at the sight of it, covering her mouth. Rick was panting, and he stopped to look around at the others.

“There wasn’t a guard on the gate.” Rick hissed. “It was open.”

“I asked Gabriel to close it.” Spencer murmured in defence as Deanna looked to him for an explanation. 

“Go.” She said lowly. He brushed past her, jogging out the garden gate into the street. Iris watched him run to the gate. There was a beat of silence, and Iris mentally prepared for another of Rick’s sanctimonious speeches. One could likely get the same shit done without all the pep talks and overzealous arguing.

“I didn’t bring it in.” He announced, stepping to the centre of the semi-circle the community members had formed around the body. “It got inside on it’s own. They always will— the dead and the living. Because we’re in here. And the ones out there, they’ll hunt us. They’ll find us. They’ll try to use us. They’ll try to kill us. But we’ll kill them. We’ll survive. I’ll show you how.” He turned to face Reg and Deanna, the latter looking at him as if he’d grown a second head. “You know, I was thinking, how many of you do I have to kill to save your lives? But I’m not gonna do that. You’re gonna change. I’m not sorry for what I said last night. I’m sorry for not saying it sooner. You’re not ready, but you have to be, right now. You have to be. Luck runs out.”

Jessie’s face fell, and Iris barely had time to glance behind her before she was shoved into the brick wall at Deanna’s gate. She heard a loud crunch and suddenly her face was numb, blood pouring into her hands as she clutched at her nose. 

“Jesus, Iris!” Abraham grunted from near the gate, stooping down to help her up and check if she seemed at all concussed. She hissed, spitting out a mouthful of blood as she glared up at Pete. She was sick of being this bastard’s collateral damage. 

“You’re not one of us. You’re not one of us!” Pete yelled as he drew closer, hobbling toward Rick. He smelled like whiskey, his footsteps winding and unstable. They all backed away from him, especially when the light from the fire illuminated Michonne’s sword in his hand. 

“Pete, you don’t want to do this.” Reg pleaded, stepping in front of him before he could threaten Rick further. 

“Get the hell away from me, Reg.” Pete slurred.

“Pete, just stop.” He continued.

“Get away from me.”

“Reg. Reg.” Deanna called in warning. 

“You just need to stop.” Reg cried.

“Get away!” Pete yelled, shoving at him with both hands. But see, Pete forgot that he had been holding the sword in his right hand, and as such, the blade sliced clean through Reg’s throat, his blood and chunks of trachea spilling into the grass of his own patio. Deanna screamed bloody murder, the onlookers gasping and crying out in shock as Deanna sobbed. 

Abraham lunged forward, tackling Pete to the ground. He twisted one arm behind his back painfully, using his back foot to pin Pete’s leg while his other knee sat between his shoulder blades.

“This is him! This is him!” Pete screamed.

“Shut up!” Abraham retorted.

“Oh, God! Oh, my love. My love, my love.” Deanna sobbed as the life and blood flowed from Reg. His gasping and choking was hard to listen to, but even if Pete was sober, his surgeon experience would be of no use to them. There was no recovery. “No, my love, no!”

“It’s him! This is him!” Pete continued. Deanna’s face was contorted in rage and sorrow as she looked up at Rick. 

“Rick…” She sobbed. “Do it.”

With Deanna’s explicit permission, Rick didn’t hesitate to remove his gun from it’s holster, and fire a bullet directly into Pete’s head. Jessie cried out in shock, one hand covering her mouth. He looked up suddenly at the sound of his name, seeing a face he’d never thought he’d see again.

“Rick?” Morgan asked, his voice whisper soft. Daryl and Aaron stood on either side of him, the three of them frozen in shock and confusion. Rick froze in return, his eyes blown wide. Daryl frowned at the sight of Iris.

“The hell happened?” Daryl asked loudly.

“It’s over.” Abraham said lowly, standing up and toeing Pete’s body away. Jessie sobbed, brushing past all of them and running toward her house. 

This was the catalyst, the rest of the less directly-involved Alexandrians taking their leave after the traumatic events of the evening. Abraham and Eugene went back to check on Tara and Rosita. Tobin went back to his family. Deanna stayed kneeling over her husband, Rick and Michonne taking Morgan inside to speak directly. Aaron stayed for a moment before rushing off to see Eric. Daryl led Iris back to their allotted houses, as her vision was still a little spotty and uneven. 

“You’re back—“ Carl said, standing up from the kitchen table with Judith in his arms, only for his voice to fade at the sight of Iris walking in after Daryl, covered in blood. “What happened?”

“What always happens.” Iris grumbled, her voice muffled behind her hands and the broken nose. Daryl helped her upstairs and into the bathroom, silently pointing to the counter where she hopped up.

“Gone for a week and the whole place goes to shit without me.” Daryl murmured, wetting a towel and beginning to very gently clean away the blood from her face.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have left.” Iris replied, trying to joke, though it fell a little flat.

“I know I shouldn’t have.” Daryl grunted, shaking his head. Iris sat still, allowing him to clean her up even though he’d barely returned, still wearing his vest and jacket, still carrying his weapons. He barely noticed. “Gonna tell me?”

“Everything.” Iris sighed. And she did. She explained everything that had happened since he left, the Alexandrians’ weakness, Rick’s breakdown. Deanna’s denial and eventual acceptance. That was more surprising than most things that happened that evening. She even told him about Preston attempting to kiss her, at which Daryl had a visceral reaction. Well, visceral for him. He made a disapproving face and stood still for a moment, stewing in his feelings quietly. 

In return, Daryl told her everything, the man in the poncho, the mutilated bodies, the trap, Morgan. He even confessed his feelings about being cooped up in this place, and Iris shared the same sentiment. But he was proud of his effort, and he would continue to ‘try.’

Daryl finished cleaning up her wounds, carefully placing bandages where they needed to be, and even resetting her nose, which was painful and released another loud crunch, but he assured her it would heal, though perhaps not perfectly straight. 

“Am I still pretty?” Iris joked, playfully fluttering her eyelashes as he rinsed the cloth out in the sink beside her. She was angled sideways, prodding at her nose in the mirror and scowling at the dark bruises starting to form along the sinus and bone at her eye sockets. 

“It’d take more than a broken nose and some bruises to change that.” Daryl muttered in reply, his focus elsewhere. Iris froze, and if there wasn’t already so much blood in her face, she might have turned several shades redder. Daryl blinked, as if realizing what he had said, and continued to silently rinse the towel, even after all the blood was cleaned.

She put a hand on his face, bringing him toward her, forcing him to stand straight. He maneuvered in between her knees as she sat on the counter, looking him straight in the eyes. He turned several shades darker, feeling her hands on his face and his heart thundering in his chest.

“I really missed you.” She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned closer, resting her forehead on his shoulder. He brought his arms up, wrapping around her and clutching her to his chest.

“Missed you too.” He muttered into her shoulder, burying his face in her hair. They stayed like that for a short while, listening to one another breathe, soaking up their presence. Daryl pulled back a fraction, looking away shyly as he untied her bandana from around his wrist. He held it out to her, but she closed his fingers around it, pushing it back toward him.

“Keep it.” She murmured. “The bandana and your promise.” He nodded, registering the words as he tucked it safely into his pocket, noting a mental reminder to find a safe place for it. She brought him back into her arms, the warm embrace providing them both the comfort they had been missing the past few weeks. “You gotta come back. To me.” He was home. 

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” He breathed, holding her tighter. 

-

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[hawkeshep]

re that ask me stuff post, who are your canon pcs in the dragon age games?? what are their names, what class/race, who did they romance?? I love learning about other's pcs!

HOOHHHHHHmygod thank you for asking this 🥹

I was actually going to make a separate OC sheet on my pinned post where I go into more detail and share screenshots, and you’ve just pushed me to actually finish that! But in the meantime...

DAO:

Admittedly, I have not played DAO in a hot minute, but...

-My Warden’s name is Cliodhna Amell, and as you can tell by the last name, she is a human mage! I have yet to fully flesh her out, but she is a blood mage who romances Alistair. Her main party is Alistair, Zevran & Morrigan. She puts Anora on the Fereldan throne, and stays a Grey Warden searching tirelessly for the cure with Alistair.

trips and falls and 7,373,839 pictures of Hawke fall out

AHEM—

DA2:

-Next up is the actual light and love of my life my Iris Hawke, my favorite local idiot. She is my Fereldan-Tevene special mage rebellion princess and she romances (this word seems pale in comparison to the depth of her feelings for him) Fenris (think rivalmance but with me laughing maniacally in the background while manipulating the game to make it so I don’t ever have to be mean to him). Iris genuinely does not have a main party in my headcanon, as she takes the whole merry band out with her to do Kirkwall's dirty work. She predominantly utilizes fire (maximum chaos) and specializes as a force mage. Later, after Kirkwall has beaten her, her friends, and her family down enough, she dabbles with blood magic. Yes, this goes Extremely Poorly™️. More at 10!

Post DA2, and with her family now scattered across Thedas, she decides to go on the run (with Fenris, and soon their son, close behind) to protect Kirkwall from the Exalted March that never came.

(I actually have her entire story mapped out and could talk about specifically her for hours on end, I have stopped myself)

DAI:

-Miss Vaenera Lavellan the woman that you are. Unfortunately, I am predictable as hell so she is also a mage (what can I say? I love fire). As Clan Lavellan's Second, she straight up wasn’t even important enough to attend the actual Conclave, standing juuust far enough away that she just barely heard the cry for help from the Divine inside (war flashbacks to the wrong voiceline playing: what’s going on in here 🧍‍♀️) But genuinely, the worst case of wrong place, wrong time as the spare to the heir. Her rise as Inquisitor is a rocky one, leaning heavily on the advice of her advisors and Enchanter Vivienne. To keep that amazing streak of luck going, she romances Solas! What started out as reluctance to trust, followed by frequent visits to hear of his amazing stories and abilities as a dreamer mage, turned into regrettably, a lot more than either of them had bargained for. She is a predominantly storm magic Knight Enchanter, with a party mainly consisting of Solas, Sera & Blackwall.

Post-Trespasser and Pre-Veilguard, she actually joins the efforts of the Shadow Dragons, freeing slaves and fighting corrupt mages alongside Dorian, my Hawke and Fenris, as well as the occasional stint as a Red Jenny with her good friend Sera.

DATV:

(tbh she is a total WIP, but I will do my best)

-Visenna de Riva, EASILY the scrappiest Antivan Crow there ever was, and the bane of Viago's existence. Not too much info on where I want to go with her just yet, but she (YOU GUESSED IT!) is a mage with a spellblade specialization who romances Lucanis. Her main party is Davrin and Lucanis!

Aaaaaaaand let me stop myself so I can finish my nicely formatted sheet!

Thank you so much for asking and I would really love to hear about your OC's as well, if you'd like! 💜 Please tag me if you have any writing on them!

[manicali]

Oc Masterlist <3

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Main Character Highlighted in Blue, minor/unnamed characters not listed, or this list would be way too long.

All the designed characters lead to their most current designs. Note that if this is a character profile the info may not be up to date. As well as some of these may link to the same picture

The marionette chronicles

Ash

Smiley

Clover

Camilla

Joy

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Last Reign of The Sol King

Rowan

David

Emilee

Silas Valenz

Faelyn Sol

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Envy’s Angel

Envy

Haziael *(his angelic design hasn’t been drawn in my current style in full, however it is in my banenr)

Linnie

Mare

Sam

Daniel

The Seven Archangels/Heavenly Virtues

Hells Court

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Free Therapy

Jack

Mika

Olliver

Sidon

Eve

Jade

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Ordinary Anya

Anya

Maria

Milo

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Project Level 001

Quinn/068

Muse/87

Charlie/96

Nero/002

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Traveller’s Song

Traveller

Erik

Monique

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Black Blood

Astor

Nekanoqu

Tsaria

Layalin

Parathorn

Raenen

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Lady Brains: The Band

Nova

Amy

Iris

Mel

Daryn (Goes by Dary)

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Liars Gambit Full Cast is here

[writer-and-enjoyer-aki]

I am back again today, to present to you an oc I made!

this right here is Dahlia, the child of Alastor and Vox!

I made Dahlia because, in the last 2 or 3 day, I had an idea for a story I wanted to write where Alastor raised a child, his child. the story itself will be radioapple, because I'm obsessed with it, but I wanted a reason for Alastor to go missing for those 7 years, so Vox was the only other option to be her father.

Dahlia is very much a papa's girl, very attached to Alastor, who loves her just as much. Her name comes from the flower, which, in my mind, was Alastor's mom's favorite and it being associated with a brutal murder didn't bother him all that much when choosing her name. She doesn't know who her other biological father is, but that doesn't really matters, because her dad (Lucifer) is a very loving and supporting parent, even if they are not related biologically.

she has her sclera the same color as Alastor and her iris the same color as Vox, with circles instead of a pupil. she has black hair, with some parts a darker black, like in Alastor's hair and his ears, also having some locks in red and blue, the same color as her papa's hair and Vox's details. she also has white freckles and a deer nose, she inherited from her papa. if she has a tail? well... that depends if Alastor does and nobody would ask them (yes, they do)

she is OBSESSED with the Regency era and dresses very old fashioned, even more so than her papa (I watched bridgerton yesterday and just HAD to draw her in a similar style). she wears gloves that look almost identical to Vox's, besides the red details in one hand, but she doesn't know that. her favorite color is yellow, but she wears a lot of purple, because she learned is associated with royalty and she is a princess, even if only on her family's heart.

personality wise, she is very shy and laid back until someone messes with her family, then she goes all radio demon on them. her powers are a mix match between Alastor and Vox, being able to control radio and electric waves, but also puppets and hypnosis. she's unable to control shadows and, as a kid, cried for 2 hours straight because she didn't have a "cute alive shadow" like her papa, so Alastor has a shadow for her, which follows her around, both protecting her and alerting him in case of any danger. she's not a fan of television, but also not a fan of radio, she loves reading, drawing and making things with her dad. she also likes to color code her outfits, so if she's wearing one color, she's WEARING that color, because no other color will get close to her.

as an adult she enjoys smoking cigarettes, but only on special occasions, otherwise, she doesn't see the point. she is aware of what happens in hell and what her parents are and do, but, even if she was born there, unlike Charlie, she doesn't care. at all.

anyways, this is Dahlia! I am pretty sure I'll post that fanfic and, if I do so, I'll reblog this and put the link there.

again, @mellon_soup thank you for the sketch, it's been helping me a lot improve my drawings

[roboyomo]

🧠🎓 for apollo? :3

yIPPEEEEE HELLO HAIII LEON MY FRIEND ^<^

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

there's. A Lot of stuff i love about him actually,, , but if i Reallyyyy have to pick only one then it most likely has to be his love for cooking and baking. like that's just a thing that brings him joy always despite the Horrors. my son who goes through hell that is Daily Life and he finally gets to just make some food and all worries meltnfor a little while. living in bliss as he bakes. A basque cheesecake. However if we talking about his Physical traits then it has to be eyes. colored sclera because this guy is now Forever Haunted and the iris is just an indicator for how much energy he has left. poor man now Haunted and Tired. Fatigued even. Clear sign that he needs some proper rest fhshde,, ,

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

ALRIGHT SO. i am. Not exactly sureee about the exact date because i swear it was august 30th 2021. But that was when i first made an image of B7E i'm pretty sure and amor and apollo were the first ever to be created for my current lore so they were created Before that as well. Somewhere around august 2021 still though so the's going to be 4!!! Years old this year!! But for now he's about 3 and a half years old ^_^ my bson.. ,, 💥💥

[the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 34

View Come Seen, See-crets Laid Stare

Pairing: Alastor x F!OC (Theia, The Demon of a Thousand Eyes)

Chapter Summary: Lucifer has taken full notice of you, and you know you've been caught. The jig is up, and unless you can convince him otherwise, The King of Hell is going to contact your parents to come get you. Alastor and Ombre are not about to let that happen. Luckily you're there to act as mediator.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Cannibalism

You can barely believe this is happening. You’re standing in the lobby of the hotel, and none other than Lucifer himself is giving you an incredulous look, leaning on his cane in one hand and the other on his hip. As he fully turns towards you, Niffty disappears to start decluttering the rubble from the front entrance, Sir Pentious disappears off into the bowels of the hotel, and after you give them both a look, Husk and Angel decide to head into the kitchen, though you don’t doubt that at least one or both of them have their ears pressed to the door, eager to listen in on your conversation. Why did Lucifer have to show up now? Why couldn’t he have disappeared without seeing me? You think to yourself. Why couldn’t I have had more time? “Hello, your majesty.” You reply with a facade of a smile. “I would appreciate it if you called me ‘Theia’ instead. That name is no longer something I prefer to be called anymore.” You curtsy shallowly as Alastor stiffens at your side and wraps a protective arm around your waist. Ombre begins to hiss loudly and possessively. You scratch them and make a soothing shushing noise. “Now, Ombre, there’s no need for that, little shadow. We are to be nice to the King.” Ombre’s hissing quiets, but only slightly.

“You do realize your family is looking for you.” He raises an eyebrow and gestures towards Alastor with a disapproving air. “What are you doing with this sinner?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Did you not see us kissing a moment ago, Luci?” You take Alastor’s hand and interlock your fingers. “We’re intended.” Alastor kisses the spot on your fingers where the deal you made glows, and you run your thumb over the spot where it does on his in turn. “Iris,” Lucifer says with a dismissive sigh, resting both hands on his cane. He drums his fingers across it once, twice, three times.

Your smile goes tight, and you cross your arms. “I go by ‘Theia’ now, Lucifer. Please respect my wishes or I will insist on calling you ‘Samael’.” You glare at him, irritated at his refusal to call you by the name you have chosen for yourself. Both Alastor and Ombre chuckle at this. 

Lucifer flinches. You notice his body tense and his shoulders hunch. While he doesn’t comment, you know you’ve struck a nerve. “You are decidedly not the Greek goddess of sight and vision, young lady, even if you want to be called that.” He says in that dad voice of his that makes you roll your eyes.

You’re about to applaud him sarcastically when Alastor cuts in, his eyes narrowed and his smile tight. “Perhaps this is a conversation best had in my office, your majesty?”

Lucifer looks offended, leaning forward on his cane and narrowing his eyes. “Your office? It’s Charlie’s. This is her hotel.”

Alastor smirks and tilts his head, a smug expression etched on his face. “It’s just as much my office as it is Charlie’s. I am the hotelier after all.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose as Ombre hisses at Lucifer again. “It doesn’t matter whose office it is. What does matter is that I’d like to have this conversation away from prying ears.”

“Very well,” The King of Hell concedes and gestures with a wave, “Lead the way, Iris.”

You narrow your eyes with contempt and mimic his gesture. “Of course, this way, Samael.” He flinches again, and you see something flash in his eyes that you can’t describe as he grips his cane tighter. He doesn’t dare respond, so you continue, “See, this is why you ought to just call me ‘Theia’. It will make this conversation go a lot smoother.”

He sighs and nods, then gestures again. The look in his eyes flickers with both frustration and resignation, like he has words in his heart he's choosing not to say. You take that as your indication to head towards the hotel’s main office. 

The walk down the hallway is brief but tense. Alastor is at your side, his arm still wrapped around your waist, and Ombre is still draped about your shoulders like a cape. You suspect they might take offense if asked to vacate this spot any time soon. Your thoughts drift to the conversation ahead. I have always known this time would come. Surely Lucifer won’t ask me to leave. Surely he would have done so already if that had been his intention. He knows who I am, though. What more is there to discuss? You think to yourself even as you know the answer. He’ll announce that he’s going to contact my family. You feel your stomach lurch as a realization grips you, and you cling to it even as you swallow back a lump in your throat. I have to show him that I’m useful, that I can be helpful to Charlie, that I am helpful to Charlie. That way he’ll let me stay. 

When you reach the door, Alastor turns the knob and opens it. He ushers you in, lets Lucifer file through, then steps inside and closes it behind him.

Surprisingly, despite the amount of damage done to the front of the hotel, the office is somehow completely intact. It’s still in a state of chaos as before, and you realize that due to the conspiracy board madness Charlie had taken to this morning, that it has gotten even worse, the cork board itself is stashed in a corner and all the rest of the papers strewn about the base. You see Alastor grimace at the mess.

You start to take the seat opposite the desk that is still littered with papers, but Alastor takes it first and pulls both you—and by extension Ombre—into his lap. You relax into his embrace.

Lucifer opts to take the chair behind the desk, resting his cane against the side before he brushes all the papers on top of it into a pile. You understand where Charlie got the notion of just moving and dumping paperwork around as you watch him look for a spot to put the pile before he just lets it fall onto the floor beside it. Then he interlocks his fingers and sets his gloved hands on the top of the desk. “So he knows.” He begins, giving you a piercing look. It’s as if he’s trying to read your thoughts. You see Alastor roll his eyes above you and you giggle, despite your unease. He looks down at you. “Mon âme soeur, do I have permission to speak your name in present company?”

Lucifer raises an eyebrow and you ignore him. “Yes, ma moitié. Alastor, you have permission to refer to me and call me Iris in front of Lucifer, the King of Hell.”

Alastor kisses your temple, then looks to Lucifer. Ombre purrs into your ear and you stroke their head gently. “I am fully aware that Theia is, in fact, Princess Iris, daughter of Prince Seere, granddaughter of Belial, First King of the Ars Goetia. However, just as she has no interest in her title at present, I have no interest in it either. It is a shame her family failed to treat her with respect. You would do well to treat her with even a modicum of it yourself.”

“We will love and cherish you until the end of time itself, our majesty. You may be a princess, but you will always be our queen.”

You kiss Ombre fiercely as Lucifer nearly gags at the sight in front of him, even as he’s completely unaware of what Alastor’s shadow has just told you. “As one of Hell’s royalty, I of course, hold Iris in quite some respect. It is to be expected. While Belial and I are not on the greatest of terms, I have never sought to alienate any one of his kin, especially after the curse that befell his family nearly a thousand years ago.”

You break the kiss with Ombre and glare at Lucifer. “You’ve known all this time about the curse and didn’t bother to even tell any of us about it, much less do something? How is that in the least bit respectful, Luci?!”

“Of course I knew about what Habuhiah did to Queen Sclera and all of her female descendants. I’ve known since the moment it happened. The curse she cast rang throughout all of Hell like an echo. It just took the right set of ears to hear it.” He shrugs. “As for telling you, your grandmother knows about it. She documented it all herself, from what I understand.”

Alastor growls. “Just like every other pathetic decision the measly King of Hell has done in his domain, he allows a lowly guardian angel to put a curse on an entire Ars Goetia family line because it apparently doesn’t matter if it’s not his own.” Ombre resorts to hissing again. It’s loud, insistent, and it rumbles through their body and vibrates against yours.

Lucifer bristles. “You forget yourself, Alastor. You have no idea what Heaven is like and as the lowly, irredeemable sinner that you are, you never will see so much as the pearly gates themselves. I stand to lose far more than you will ever understand should I decide to wage war against it a second time. Charlie is my everything. You have no idea how difficult it will be to get her a silly meeting where they’re not even going to listen to anything she has to say.” You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “You’re actually going to get Charlie a meeting with Heaven?”

“I’m going to try. There won’t be any guarantees, of course, but I’d do anything for my little girl.” He says with a sigh and a sad smile.

“I wish I knew what that was like, having a dad who cared about me.” You say with a bitter bark of a laugh.

Alastor kisses your temple and Ombre strokes your arm. Lucifer gives you a confused look. “I was under the impression that Prince Seere always had your best interests and intentions at heart.”

You shake your head with a sad laugh. “Dad never cared about me or my sisters, Luci. All he ever wanted was Choroid. He wanted my brother first, but the curse would never allow for that, so he has always resented me. He treated my sisters with disdain too, for they couldn’t give him what he wanted. The moment Choroid was born, everything was different. He doted on him, gave him everything. While he never harmed us, my sisters and I have never been seen as worthy of his attention or love. Choroid gets everything. It’s always been that way.”

“No one should ever play favorites with their children. Unless they only have the one to spoil, like my Charlie, of course.” He says with a soft smile. “This doesn’t explain why you ran away, though, Theia. You were in line for the throne. You were going to be queen.”

You shake your head. “I worked my ass off everyday with almost every one of my tutors to be the perfect princess, to be the perfect future queen. I know dead languages. I know every hellborn dance. I know the geography of every Ring of Hell. I know the geopolitical climate of every family of hellborn royalty—or I did, before I ran away.” You sigh. “Dad decided that Choroid would be king instead. He announced this on Choroid’s first birthday. My brother is barely over half my age. He has been pampered and doted on his entire life, and hasn’t had to work a day. He doesn’t have the aptitude for diplomacy, language, or culture. This isn’t to say that he doesn’t have his own talents or gifts, but even he would admit that he’s not ready or wanting for such responsibility. That doesn’t matter to my father, though. All Dad cares about is optics. He wants his perfect son as king, a perfect pretty wife as queen. One who will live for an indefinite amount of time and won’t become a giant floating eyeball and die after a millennium.”

“He’s a simpleton, ma très chère. Any man with any sense would see you’d be the perfect, ruthless, cutthroat queen your kingdom deserves.” Alastor says with a wicked grin. 

Ombre murmurs into your ear, “You would be the most splendid sight, our queen. On a pedestal, untouchable, draped in gold and silver. Ours forever to worship. Ours. Ours.”

Lucifer chooses to ignore Alastor’s goading and leans forward on the desk, shifting his weight as he thinks. “While it is usually not my place to interfere in the matters of other kingdoms in Hell, I will make an exception on your behalf because of the care you have shown towards my Charlie.” He says diplomatically. “As such, I’d like to offer you a deal, so as to guarantee my adherence to what I will promise you here and now.”

“I’m listening.” You tell him without agreeing to anything, not yet. Alastor kisses your temple. Ombre purrs in your ear.

“I will refrain from contacting your parents and when the time inevitably comes that they discover your presence here, I will be at your service to assist in the matters that have arisen. Prince Seere has been known to see reason on many occasions, and perhaps he simply needs a sound word of advice from someone he would listen to. In return, you will help defend this hotel to the best of your ability and continue to assist Charlie with her goals as you already have been.”

“Seems fitting.” You say with a shrug just as Alastor shakes his head and narrows his eyes. “The deal you’ve proposed is hardly sufficient. You allowed an angel to curse her family. You’re going to fix it.” Ombre hisses again. You pet their head and croon shushing noises into their ear.

Lucifer sighs. “I will do everything in my power to assist in breaking the thousand-year curse put upon the Belial family line. I will refrain from contacting Prince Seere, Princess Macula, King Belial, Queen Sclera, or any member of any royal family in regards to your whereabouts unless you or Alastor himself deem it appropriate. In exchange you will continue to assist Charlie with her goals for this hotel and defend it to your best ability should the need arise.”

Instead of answering, you look to Alastor. You don’t defer to him often, but given the crucial importance of such a deal, you do in this case. He nods and kisses your forehead, then lets you stand, and Ombre permits their embrace to slide off you as you do so. You cross the room and around the desk to stand before Lucifer. You hold out your hand. “Deal.”

He stands, and you’re immediately reminded how short he is again. Instead of a handshake, he grasps your forearm, and you grasp his. It is an old ritual, a hellborn tradition. “Deal.” He agrees, and a red and gold chain appears that connects your forearms. You brush your nail against his neck and your mark, the gold eye with a silver iris, appears there.

With this point of physical contact and a deal sealed, you’re standing so close that he is mere inches from you. His eyes widen and his gaze flickers downwards towards your abdomen. He blinks and gasps, “Theia, why didn’t you tell me that you’re pregnant? This would have greatly affected how I chose to word our deal.”

You feel your body sway and you see Ombre zip across the room, catching you as you black out. The eyes in the room stare at you as you see your own body laying in their arms.

Alastor rushes to your side. “Can’t do anything right, can we?” Alastor snaps at Lucifer, and Ombre hisses from underneath you. “For a father, you sure know how to handle a pregnant woman with tact.”

Realization strikes Lucifer’s features as he kneels on your opposite side. “Neither of you knew.”

As you blink open your eyes, you reply, “We suspected, but we didn’t know definitively.” As Lucifer manifests a glass of water, you sit up and reach through subspace into your refrigerator and the jar inside. I really ought to move that, you think to yourself, I spend more time in Alastor’s room now anyway. Your thoughts focus on the task at hand. The first one is always a girl, you think to yourself. There’s no doubt in my mind that this one is too. “So how is she doing?” You ask with tears in your eyes.

“May I?” He asks as he raises his hands towards your belly.

You nod. “I grant you permission to touch my abdomen to assess the wellbeing of my future offspring, Lucifer.” While a strange phrasing, properly worded consent is crucial among hellborns.

As he brings his hands to your belly, you take Alastor’s hand in yours. Lucifer feels one side and then the other, gently pressing and watching your abdomen’s reactions. He’s gentle but firm, and you try not to squirm too much under his foreign touch. The King’s face switches from apprehensive to surprised as he does so. “It’s too early to determine the sex of course, but it’s evident that there are two. Congratulations, a pair of twin souls, glowing beautifully and healthily.” “Two?” You and Alastor echo simultaneously. Yours is hollow while his is intrigued.

“I’m having twins?” You ask, surprised but still feeling numb. “None of my family members affected by the curse has ever had more than one, and they’ve always been girls.”

As Lucifer sits back on his heels, he says, “From what I understand you’re an outlier case to begin with, Theia. No other member of your family has chosen a sinner as their partner, to name only the first and most glaring variable I see here.”

You narrow your gaze at him. “Your point.” You hiss slightly. “Out with it. Don’t piss off the pregnant woman.”

“His majesty was just saying how wonderfully unique you are, nostre reine.” Alastor says dismissively with a kiss to your temple, trying to soothe your irritation. “Let’s get you up off the floor. My office is hardly a comfortable place for you to rest in your condition.”

“The floor is hardly the proper surface for you to lay upon, our majesty.”

Ombre helps steady you and since your hand is still holding Alastor’s, he helps you stand. Lucifer stands as the three of you do. Alastor helps you to sit back in his lap and you sip your water when Lucifer hands it to you again. You let one of the eyes fall into your mouth and you chew and swallow as Lucifer goes to retrieve his cane. “You forget yourself, ‘Theia’.” Lucifer begins, bringing you back to the point he was trying to make earlier. “Too long amongst the sinners will do that somebody, I would know. There are variables at play now, undocumented variables. You have no idea how this might impact the curse, impact you, impact them." Lucifer gestures to your abdomen with his cane, and you understand.

You shake your head. “Getting the ability to be free of my parents and their desire to stifle my autonomy, my true nature, has allowed me to become more myself now than I ever was, Luci, ” Then you raise an eyebrow as a realization strikes you. “To what sort of variables are you referring?” You ask as you chew and swallow the other eyeball, then continue to sip your water.

“You are the first of your family to choose a sinner, Theia, but still further, the one you’ve chosen isn’t even his own person. He’s two: himself and his shadow, and clearly you have bonded with both halves. Just as you have chosen to be two halves as well: Theia and Iris. You are two people, just as he is. It’s no wonder you’ve conceived twins.”

You cough as you nearly inhale your water. Ombre takes the glass and pats you on the back as Alastor looks at Lucifer in shock, his always-smiling mouth slightly agape.

Lucifer gives you an intense, studied look as the red-gold of his teleportation magic swarms him. “Something to think about, ‘Theia.’” He says as the last of it carries him off and away, to where you’re uncertain, but you assume back to Morningstar mansion.

The three of you sit in silence for a few moments. I’m having twins. TWINS. You start to shake again as Ombre and Alastor are trying to soothe your nerves. “We’re going back to our room now.” Alastor murmurs, and as the shadows swallow you up again, you feel a small sense of relief at the mention of the space you share.

A/N:

That's right. You read it. I'll post the line I've been thinking for fucking chapters. 'Iris may be a princess, but Theia is a queen.'

If you're wondering, this does in fact mean that the first time Alastor calls her their queen it is before he realizes that she is royalty. He reads the book the morning after and aggressively doubles down (as he should).

Chapter 34 will be more smut because Theia is panicking about the whole 'twins' and actually being pregnant debacle, and the only way she knows how to cope is sex or murder. So healthy, and mentally stable, this one.

First || Chapter 33 || Chapter 35

[lost-my-darlin]

what are your headcanons for Mel, Eris, and Tess’s listeners

I'M SOO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I DON'T LIKE EM LOTS SO IT'S SO HARD TO LISTEN TO THEM 😭😭

Looookkkk, i don't have mommy issues, i don't listen to eris lots but let's do this

ES Hcs part 2 secondary pen edition

1.Hellhound

-an only child

-rich family

-That bitch is latino, ok? So they know spanish, and their cooking is just chefs kiss

-spoils mel at every chance they get

-since Hellhounds have 3 heads in their animal form, there are 3 voices talking in their head in their human form, so constant headaches and arguments, they only quiet down around mel

^ will some times say "shut up bitches!,I'm trying to work over here!" at random

^^they did it once when bb was by their side, they almost broke into a fight

-big ass eyeliner, and they do it perfectly, mel is so jealous

-speaking of jealousy, they get super protective of mel when people try to hit on her, will come over to the bar and ask for ask for kisses

^whines of they didn't get kisses

-has a thing for accents obv

-is so clingy and cuddly, can't wait to go home and cuddle with mel

2.Windy

-youngest child, while tess is an oldest daughter, so childish banter all the time

-they miss their life as a human but they won't trade what they have (tess) for the world

-would burn they world for tess

-so obsessed with her

-reckless asf

-actually suicidal

-We know that they n tess are over 50 years old, so yeah, their clothing style is old money but on the dark side

-very insecure about themselves, they're pretty sure one day tess will just up and leave them

-see how Hellhound does their eyeliner? Yeah they have that naturally bc of their powers

-30 years ago or so, tess tried dating around, every single person she had a liking or went out on a date with, is missing under Mysterious circumstances, tess doesn't know that though

-was working in a hair salon before they were turned, so they take care oc tess' hair

-they LOVE cats, pets each one they see in the streets, cats remind them of tess

-they were done fighting some bear shifter once, they cracked their skull and took like a quarter (from under the eyes up to the temple) and uses it in their costume

^their eyes glow so you can only see the light of the eye covered by the skull, tess told them it's creepy as hell, they told her that's the point

-they were so glad that their human eye color returned when it did

3.demon (i barely listened to this once, last year)

-rich mf

-they only smile around eris

-mommy issues

^(nsfw) therefore a mommy kink

-if you touch their tail/horns, they will either purr,or rip your hand off your arm there is bo in between

-very black/white mentality, they don't understand the rehabilitation process, despite being the one who roped eris into it

^they did it in hopes to understand it, it didn't work

-they train alot, even more with eris

^(NSFW) it ends up with them a moaning mess, as eris goes down on them

-very good at hiding emotions

^when they were dating the first time, eris had difficulty to figure them uo, take her DAYS just to have a clue, now she reads them like an open book

-they float alot, so instead of sitting they'll be laying on air,stomach down, near eris' shoulder as they talk

-brings her flowers everyday

-when they n eris broke up the first time, they fell into a depression up until she took them back

-they met tess and wendy wayy back before the pen

^they don't like tess n wendy, they have not explanation as to why, they just don't

That took longer them expected but i had fun

Again I'm sorry about the late reply, thoae are not my first choice when i open the channel, I'm an iris girl, a nyx girly, they're so underrated:')

[somajean]

I am back on my absolute Bullshit and there is nothing but OC lore below the cut

Okay. So. Vampires. I have an OC world. I have original writings and ramblings and things and ✨ jazz hands here ✨ ideas for future content use. But the most important thing I should just. Write down and scream to the void at some point is my Vampires. There are actually 4 distinct species of Vampire, and only two of them are fucking related at all. The other two are just convergent evolution saying hello like the carcanization processes of our world.

With that outta the way? FISH VAMPIRES. SEA DWELLING MFs. The key traits include bioluminescence, scales, androgeny, long "hair" and hermaphroditism. Basically, long long time ago there was a big ass Dragon, right? And it was in charge of the dark. Well, the truest, deepest, darkest place in the world is of course the bottom of the ocean. So deep the sun could never reach. Even the moon was "light reflected" so the surface? Ehhh. Not so useful. Old Dragon fucker was named Vaals, and set about mitigating things that could pass from deep to shallows.

Well some mixing inevitably happens; as it does in water. Sediment finds its level but life constantly evolves. So this siren swims down and she is so sure of herself and so beautiful and so fucking on point. And then she meets. The dragon. And she is NO LONGER the most beautiful thing, because how can you be more beautiful than a singular concept made manifest? She is of course, offended by this. And she tries to illuminate the ol' dreggin. Yeah, no? No. That didn't go too well. It's like staring into the center of an iris, it's not reflective of light. You can light the surroundings but not the actual subject in question.

But she is intelligent and not so scared. And so she's offered to stay. And to hell if this Siren doesn't stay! But she gets lonely with little to do and nothing to lure or torment, even if she can catch her own food. So what's this sea critter do? She talks to the dragon! And the Dragon comes up with a solution. It could lay eggs and suffuse them with her genetic material so she's not so incredibly bored anymore. Give or take a little while for whatever pops out to mature. She's game!

And so, those eggs made the first of the sea vampires- the Met Halla Van. The clutch didn't get individual names, that wasn't a thing they did back then. Even having forms of communication was a total pain because this was like, Cambrian era evolution. They little hatchies grow up, yay, and keep the siren company. And she dies of old age. Which, eventually, was bound to happen. But the little vampires just... didn't. They reached maturity and stayed that way.

A few of them died from sea critters or decompression swimming up or from light, which, understandable. But the numbers were dwindling. So they got together and thought, OK. Being lonely is kinda shit actually. So they lay eggs of their own and fertilize them. And, as it turns out, when your progenitors are a concept made manifest, a fuck load of magic and only one creature's genetic material, you kinda just take after the genetic material part.

So these vampires make a stable deep sea breeding/cycle experiment. They sort of lamprey on big things but by and large are just vibing (tm) with Dragon Parent. But, as time goes on and more foreign material gets introduced into the mix via food, blood, stray magic, etc, the critters start to deviate. The fishies that don't die after hatching look, generally, more and more and more like the bipedal siren than a mix of a dragon and a siren. Some of those little ones have bad fangs, a lack of fins for propulsion, and all that. So there has to be a solution to safeguarding these weird little genetic abominations. The eventual solution was to move up in the northernmost regions and hide directly under and inside ice shelves they started to hollow out.

So the "land walking" fish vampires were referred to as the Van Van Vaals. They can feed off the blood of each other, or fish, or people that wreck ashore into the icebergs. More on that... Later? Later. Different post this one is long enough.

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

and with Praem's story coming to a close soon, the time to start another traveler's story swiftly approaches! however, we've reached the point where i have ideas for most all of the remaining travelers, save for one. regardless, YOU are going to choose the next story that gets written. yes, you, the person reading this, and nobody else.

[olibird]

SC, looking for Ocs (No longer accurate, look at new pinned post)

So because I’m new, I’m going to hopefully make a list of OCs! (So I can actually remember who goes to who) Please tell me about your own if you’re not on the list, or if you have multiple and I missed one! Feel free to fill this out to help make it easier :D

Ace (0-13)   by @insomniacsystem

Agnelli (7-29)  by  @asenith

Anderson (---)  by @i-n-k-s    

Angel (3-13)    by @mentally-unavailable   

Apollo (7-0)   by @insomniacsystem

Artemis (0-7)    by @insomniacsystem

Ash (---)  by @rottenb0gb0dy       

Ash (9-15)   by @honeydew-jam

Azrael (6-1)  by @insomniacsystem

Azz (3-4)   by @doodling-doodle

Backdoor (---)   by @the11tailed 

Bee (2-11)  by @justasmolbard   

Boiler (4-65)   by  @honeydew-jam  

Breakfast (4-63)  by @honeydew-jam

Bullet (7-9)    by @walder-138

Cerberus (7-11)   by @pampanope

Chisel (---)  by @chisaikan

Coyote (10-19)  by @toastthewolfie   

Dawn (7-28)    by @tw1nkee28

Dr. Gwendolyn (---) by @heartdiver123

Dr. Jekyll (---)  by  @strawbkiwi 

Dr. O'Connors (2-5)    by @mothman-juicy-ass

Echo (---)  by @kalys-404 

Ek (---)    by @toastthewolfie 

Eyeball (---)   by @jarofteeths

Firefly (0-13)   by @insomniacsystem

Firefly (7-7) by @insomniacsystem

Flannel (---)   by @ram-bams-blog   

FISH (13-13)    by @mentally-unavailable  

Flatline (5-7)     by @imakosideas

Freefall (3-60)    by @zante-selachi

Froggy (---)    by @kaijugraves

Grandpa (---) by @niresenrab

Grimes (---)    by @asenith

Hearken (5-02)  by @callsign-hearken   

Holmberg (---)  by @lonetile4

Hydra (2-0)    by @edenkyubiko

Icarus (1-3)   by @insomniacsystem    

Icarus (10-6)   by @tiredbi-peach    

Iris (7-4)   by @n0xxo

Jack (11-0)   by @graynaricsukavluya

Jackrabbit (4-2)    by @tw1nkee28

Jaws (---) by @rottenb0gb0dy

Joker (5-9)  by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Kill (77-4)     by @kurt-dontcry

KitKat (19-35)     by @olibird

Lance (---)   by @iamcautiouslyoptimistic  

Lil (6-21)   by @lonetile4

Load (5-05)   by @justasmolbard   

Lock (5-15)   by @tiredbi-peach

LoveHurt (---)  by @mr-1-2-3-4 

Lovelace (8-9)  by @tiredbi-peach

Lucky (7-77)    by @koirian

Lynx (0-2)    by @Chaos_Idiot

Mac (7-23)   by @grimmartists     

Matchstick (9-1)    by @tiredbi-peach

Maverick (---) by @rottenb0gb0dy

Moff (4-04)   by @mentally-unavailable    

Montessori (---)   by @loneghostdreams   

Moth (12-3)     by @lemons-pears

Moribund (6-8)  by @tw1nkee28      

Murphy (3-2)        by @i-n-k-s

Muscles (2-9)   by  @frogcereal29   

MUTT (7-45)  by @asshork

Ninja (7-4)    by @the11tailed

Nire (10-21)    by @niresenrab    

Nomad (---) by @mortal-kombattore-115

Orion (2-15)  by @zante-selachi  

Orca (2-7) by @zante-selachi 

Panops (1-2)  by   @honeydew-jam

Panzer (1-13)  by @callsignkatzchen

Parlour (9-3)    by @asenith

Peaches (7-22)   by @pampanope

Phantom (2-24)    by  @kalys-404

Phoenix (7-5)   by @insomniacsystem

Pixel (11-18)  by @mr-1-2-3-4

Possum (7-89) by @tiredbi-peach 

REDACTED (---)  by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Reed (4-06) by @justasmolbard

Rex (---) by @rottenb0gb0dy    

Ro (6-02)    by @justasmolbard  

Rune (8-8)  by  @insomniacsystem

Salo (2-1)    by @warborn-tragedy

Selena (10-13)   by @toastthewolfie

Sentinel (0-4)   by @kalys-404

Shark (---)   by @tekioshark

Shark (---)   by @ur-local-snowman

Shion (---)    by @callsignkatzchen

Shrike (4-14)    by @i-n-k-s

Sol (8-9)  by @snow--berry

Sparks (---) by @rottenb0gb0dy     

Sparks (---)  by @mortal-kombattore-115     

Spitfire (---) by @rottenb0gb0dy 

Switchblade (19-04)    by @mythrite

Takker (---)   by @crazyfandomluver

Teramen (3-5)   by @imakosideas

Tick (8-5)   by @imborredandwanttolookatthings  

Traitor (1-6) by @shadow1-6   

V (0-2)  by @insomniacsystem

Valkyrie (18-1)     by @shadow18-1 

Vein (14-31)   by @8-rae-rae-8

Vendetta (2-3)   by  @zante-selachi   

Violet (9-14)  by @mask-v  

 Vixen (7-13)   by @artisticvixen

Voitto (2-2)    by @warborn-tragedy

Vulcan (---)  by @toastthewolfie

Walker (4-3)   by @8-rae-rae-8

Walker (4-3)    by @8-rae-rae-8

Wasp (---) by @rottenb0gb0dy  

Wolf (---)  by @ur-local-snowman

Wraith (6-4)   by @sw11ft

Wraith (9-02)  by @thegreatllamatamer

Wyvern (---) by  @cyanidebitsg

Камшат (---) by @kankan0fficial

(----) 3-09     by @vithoma

(----) 4-9      by @imakosideas

(Also google doc of the info i've found on Ocs! Plz tell if any info is incorrect or if you want me to add more!)

SC Ocs Info Page :D

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 28

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: Iris and Daryl get a good taste of what sort of business the Governor means. Iris finally meets Merle. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; threatening; cult-like behaviour; exile, more or less

Chapter 28 - Merle

Iris watched as Daryl twitched, itching to move forward to where they could see his brother shuffling. As his own crossbow was soon trained on his brother.

She didn’t know what she was expecting when it came to Merle. Daryl was generous, kind, even, when describing him. But he never held back in telling the group how much of a deadbeat Merle was and had always been. Unfortunately, people like that seemed to thrive when the world ended. Though she didn’t think either Merle or Daryl had planned on a situation like this.

“Merle, the man I counted on,” The Governor continued as the guards removed the knife strapped to Merle’s arm and shoved him forward, “the man I trusted. He led ‘em here. And he let ‘em in.” He pointed an accusatory finger at Merle for all to see. “It was you. You lied. You betrayed us all!” It was the subtlest, most unnoticeable gesture of his hand that had the guards around them moving. 

Daryl wrestled against a harsh shove of one of the guards, earning a hard strike across the face. 

“Daryl!” Iris hissed, moving to go to him, but the guard holding her yanked her backward, warning her with a soft prod of the gun in his hand to her hip. Daryl’s face was already bruising by the time he straightened, letting them place a bag over his head just for the show. He let them push and escort him out toward the ring. The man holding Iris followed slowly, staying to the shadows while he quickly tied a gag tightly around her mouth. Close enough to see, but far enough to be hidden from view.

Merle said nothing as he faced them, watching the guards bring their prisoner forward into the ring. But he knew the frame, the small tattoos, and hell, that was his damn vest. 

“This is one of the terrorists!” The Governor announced as they shoved Daryl into the ring, ripping the bag off. He still wrestled against them, but his fight lessened as he laid eyes on his brother. Merle looked white as a ghost, fear, disappointment, anger flashing in his eyes. “Merle’s own brother!” Iris gasped under her gag as she laid eyes on Andrea, who stood, alive and well, watching the ring with an expression of shock. “So what should we do with them, huh?”

“Kill them!” A man shouted from the audience.

“What?”

“Kill them!” A woman repeated, others joining the rousing chorus. 

“What do you want?”

“Kill them! Now! Kill ‘em!” They all screamed. Iris paled. This was not what she signed up for. Men, women, children. People old enough to be her great-grandparents, all screaming for death. She wrestled against the grip of her captor again, and he shoved her onto her knees, aiming his gun at her own head. No. This would be a terrible end. Andrea looked appalled. Daryl held his own, pacing slowly back and forth with his hands still bound, facing the Governor, facing the crowd.

“You wanted your brother. Now you got him.” The Governor taunted, practically spitting in Merle’s face. He backed away, taking position at the head of the ring. The audience was crowding to the edge, abandoning the bleachers for front row seats. Daryl turned, making eye contact with Iris. There was nothing either of them could do but wait. 

He looked to his brother, who was already looking at him. Andrea was wrestling against the guards, calling to the Governor, who paid her no mind. He motioned to one of the other guards, who moved forward and cut the zip-ties from Daryl’s hands.

“I asked you where your loyalties lie.” He announced, looking to Merle. “You said here. Well, prove it. Prove it to us all. Brother against brother. Winner goes free. Fight to the death!” Iris hissed behind her gag. There was no way.

“Philip, don’t do this! Don’t do this!” Andrea pleaded. Daryl and Merle stood side by side, glancing at one another. It was a hell of a reunion. A few members of the audience called out to Merle, cheering for him to go ahead. Was this something they did regularly? Kill each other for sport?

“Y’all know me!” Merle called back, loudly, raising his un-maimed fist in the air. “I’m gonna do whatever I got to do to prove—“ He halted mid-sentence, whipping around and punching Daryl in the stomach. Daryl folded, coughing as he fell to the ground. “—that my loyalty—“ He paused again to kick Daryl in the stomach, his brother rolling in the dirt. “—is to this town!” Iris grimaced, trying to recall how many hidden knives she had on her, and if she could reach any of them. There was one in her boot, but whether or not she’d be able to do anything with one knife against an army of cult-like soldiers was another story. No one would deny she had talent with a knife, but she was no miracle worker.

Merle landed a few decent blows before the Governor nodded, soldiers Iris hadn’t seen coming out from behind her and leading walkers via what looked like snare poles with medieval man-catchers at the end. They surrounded Daryl and Merle quickly, just as Daryl landed his first blow, a swift kick to Merle’s already broken nose. They both scurried into the circle the walkers made, their forced proximity becoming closer and closer.

Crouching over Daryl, Merle attempted to pin him with his one good hand, though eventually found Daryl’s hands at his throat. Iris flicked her knife out of her boot in one smooth motion, cutting the zip-ties at her wrists. She flipped it over in her hand, pulling her gag out with one hand as the other quickly and quietly slit the guard’s neck open. His blood pooled in the dirt. No one noticed, even when his body thudded to the ground. They were far too focused on their night’s entertainment.

“You really think this asshole’s gonna let you go?” Daryl sputtered.

“Just follow my lead, little brother.” Merle hissed under his limited breath. “We’re getting out of this right now.” He hauled Daryl to his feet, the both of them standing back to back as the walkers circled them.

“No, Phillip, stop this! Stop this!” Andrea cried. Iris stepped forward, inching closer through the crowd with her knife. She didn’t know how to take out every walker, but she’d be damned if she didn’t try. Daryl punched one of them in the jaw, sending it backward into it’s handler, who stumbled back into the ground before falling to the ground. Merle landed a few good hits with his metal stump.

Gunshots rang out, the walkers and a couple guards falling to the ground alongside every citizen, hitting the deck to avoid any bullets going askew. A smoke grenade flew into the clearing, shots breaking each of the floodlights around them until the flaming torches were all the light they had left. Citizens scrambled in the chaos, screaming in terror. Phillip stood still, smiling softly as he cradled his pistol gently. More blood was seeping through his eyepatch.

Iris wasted no time in grabbing Daryl by the collar of his shirt, hauling him away from the chaos. He stooped to grab his crossbow, Iris grabbing her belt of knives.

“C’mon little brother!” Merle called, pummelling a walker’s skull in. “Stay close!”

“Let’s go.” Iris jerked her chin sideward, Merle and Daryl close behind. They followed the running crowds out of the courtyard, a light flashing near the exit.

“Iris! Daryl!” Rick’s voice called. Iris followed it blindly through the smoke, finding Rick and Maggie crouched behind a pair of oil drums waving flashlights.

“C’mon.” Daryl urged, Merle keeping in step as they were led away through the compound. They bolted around the edge of the wall.

“They’re all at the arena. This way!” Merle called, jogging to the head of the group.

“You’re not going anywhere with us.” Rick spat.

“You really want to do this now?” Merle asked, irritation lacing his voice. He moved aside, slamming his metal arm into a loose panel in the wall, taking a few hits before it fell through.

“C’mon man.” Daryl pleaded. “Rick, come on. We’ve got to go.” Iris didn’t need to be told twice, ducking through after Merle, Maggie close behind.

“A little help would be nice!” Merle called, still annoyed, as he started hitting away walkers with his club-arm. Daryl shushed him, quickly shooting the remaining walkers with his crossbow. Iris, Maggie and Rick joined in, clearing the roadway. “We ain’t got time for this!” Merle yelled, bolting into the forest. Iris, Rick and Maggie exchanged looks as Daryl started after him.

“Let’s go!” Daryl growled. Rick nodded and they followed after, uncaringly leaving the hole in the wall open behind them.

The sun rose by the time the SUV was visible on a trail through the woods. Iris breathed in relief, though she felt, for some loud, irritating, redneck reason, that it was too early to relax.

“Glenn!” Rick hissed through the trees.

“Rick. Rick.” Glenn called in response, pushing himself up from leaning against the tire. “Oh, thank god.”

“Now we got a problem here, I need you to back up.” Rick urged, putting his hand out in warning as Merle appeared behind him. Michonne drew her katana, Glenn pulling out his gun.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Glenn shouted as Michonne stalked toward them.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Rick warned.

“Hey, put it down!” Daryl called, standing in front of his brother as Merle backed himself up against a tree.

“He tried to kill me!” Michonne snapped.

“If it wasn’t for him, Maggie would—“

“He helped us get out of there.” Daryl stated for a start. Iris knew how much Merle meant to Daryl, but she was not about to ignore Merle’s atrocities against her friends. Her family.

“Yeah, right after he beat the shit out of you.” Iris hissed.

“Hey, we both took our licks, girlie.” Merle mused.

“Jackass.” Daryl grumbled.

“Hey, shut up.”

“Enough!” Rick yelled. Everyone called out more arguments as their weapons all trained at each other. “Hey, relax! Put that down, now.”

“You better get that thing out of my face!” Daryl snapped, slapping Glenn’s gun out of his general direction.

“Man, looks like you’ve gone native, brother.” Merle mused, chuckling to himself. 

“No more than you hanging out with that psycho back there!” Daryl replied, shoving his brother backward angrily. His twang came through more when he was angry, Iris thought.

“Oh, yeah, man. He is a charmer, I got to tell you that.” Merle admitted. “Been putting the wood to your girlfriend Andrea big time, baby.” He said to Michonne, moaning for comedic effect, though no one found it amusing.

“What?” Glen hissed. “Andrea’s in Woodbury?” Rick turned around in question, eyeing Michonne.

“Right next to the Governor.” Daryl grumbled. Michonne lunged for Merle, but Rick stepped forward.

“I told you to drop that!” He shouted, shoving her katana to the ground. Her eyes were wide, wild with fury. “You know Andrea?” She looked away. “Hey. Do you know Andrea?”

“Yep, she does.” Merle said jovially. “Her and blondie spent all winter cuddling up in the forest. Mm-mmm-mm. Yeah. My Nubian queen here had two pet walkers. No arms, cut off the jaws, kept ‘em in chains. Kind of ironic, now that I think about it.”

“Shut up, bro.” Daryl huffed.

“Hey man, we snagged ‘em out of the woods. Andrea was close to dying.”

“There’s no way she’s with him…” Maggie murmured.

“Snug as two little bugs.” Merle mused, a shit-eating grin curling across his lips. “So what you gonna do now, Sheriff, huh? Surrounded by a bunch of liars, thugs and cowards.”

“Shut up!” Rick barked.

“Hey, look at this, pathetic! All these guns and no bullets in them.”

“Merle, shut up!” Daryl snapped.

“Shut up yourself!” He shot back. “Bunch of pussies you roll—“ With one swift hit to the back of the head from the pommel of Iris’ knife, Merle’s body was on the ground, unconscious.

“You’re fucking welcome.” Iris grumbled, sheathing the knife again. She toed him with her boot. Daryl blinked, though nodding his approval. Someone always needed to shut him up at some point.

“Asshole.” Rick mumbled. Glenn stormed back toward the SUV wordlessly.

-

“It won’t work.” Rick grumbled.

“It’s gotta.” Daryl replied simply. “Look, the Governor’s probably on his way to the prison right now. Merle knows how he thinks and we could use the muscle.”

“I’m not having him at the prison.” Maggie stated.

“Do you really want him sleeping in the same cell block as Carol or Beth?” Glenn asked.

“He ain’t a rapist.” Daryl replied, making a face.

“Well, his buddy is.” Glenn said through grit teeth. Maggie gave him a stern look.

“They ain’t buddies no more, not after last night.”

“Iris, what do you think? You’ve seen them.” Rick asked. Iris exhaled through her nose.

“Anything can be useful if it’s exploited properly.” Iris started. Daryl opened his mouth, but she held up a hand. “I’m not saying we exploit Merle. I’m just saying he could have use. The Governor won’t attack the prison right away. What we did will be taken as a personal attack. He’ll try to think up something that’s going to be worse. That’s what guys like him do. But, I’m not entirely comfortable with Merle just roaming around with the rest of us, and I’ve only known him for a few hours.”

“There’s no way Merle’s gonna live there without putting everyone at each other’s throats.” Rick murmured, nodding at Iris in agreement.

“So you’re gonna cut Merle loose and bring the last samurai home with us?” Daryl scoffed, gesturing over to Michonne, who was guarding Merle’s body dutifully.

“She’s not coming back.” Rick shook his head.

“She’s not in a state to be on her own.” Maggie pointed out.

“She did bring you guys to us.” Glenn argued.

“And then ditched us.” Rick retorted.

“For a moment, for her own thing, like Daryl did.” Iris argued back. Rick tilted his head in acknowledgement, weighing the pros and cons in his head.

“At least let my dad stitch her up.” Maggie offered.

“She’s too unpredictable.” Rick stated.

“That’s right. We don’t know who she is.” Daryl agreed. “But Merle, Merle’s blood.”

“No, Merle is your blood.” Glenn replied. “My blood, my family, is standing right here and waiting for us back at the prison.”

“And you’re part of that family.” Rick said firmly, looking to Daryl pointedly. “But he’s not. He’s not.” Daryl glanced at the ground, exhaling.

“Man, y’all don’t know.” He murmured. Iris bit her lip, turning back to the woods. “Fine. We’ll fend for ourselves.” Iris’ eyes widened. He would really prefer to go it alone with Merle?

“That’s not what I was saying.” Glenn shook his head.

“No him, no me.” Daryl said, straight up.

“Daryl, you don’t have to do that.” Maggie protested. Daryl paused, gritting his teeth.

“It was always Merle and I before this.” He stated softly. 

“Don’t.”

“You serious?” Glenn asked. Daryl looked up at Iris, as if he was waiting for her to protest. She bit down hard into the inside of her lip. If that was really how it was, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her argument. “You’re just gonna leave like that?”

“You’d do the same thing.” Daryl shrugged.

“What do you want us to tell Carol? What about…” Glenn trailed off, just briefly glancing at Iris, but it did not go unnoticed.

“She’ll understand.” Iris said, quietly, but not meek. She and Daryl held each other’s gaze for a sharp moment before Daryl walked through the group toward his brother.

“Say goodbye to your pop for me.” He called to Maggie.

“Daryl, are you serious? Daryl!” Glenn called. Rick walked after him, but he didn’t turn back. Maggie stayed, watching Iris carefully. Iris’ gaze drifted and she stared hard into the ground as Rick hissed harshly to Daryl as they walked. Daryl whispered harshly back. Maggie reached out, taking Iris’ hand.

“Take care of yourself.” Daryl said at full volume. “Take care of lil ass-kicker. Take care of Carl. He’s one tough kid.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder, leaving the trunk of the SUV open as he stalked out toward his brother, now lucid and waiting patiently on a log in the woods.

“Daryl!” Glenn yelled after him. Daryl glanced back briefly as Merle happily slung his arm over his brother’s shoulder. The pair walked off into the woods, and Rick angrily slammed the trunk of the SUV shut. 

They all gathered at the car, loading themselves in and driving back toward the prison, minus one archer.

-

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@catlalice

@maxinehufflepuffprincess

@lowkeyhottho

@fadingpalacebonkpsychic

[katari-adaari]

OC Tag links:

Surana Amell

Amaris Hawke

Katari Adaar

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Surana Revka Amell:

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: long black hair, bright blue eyes with a red ring around her white iris.

Romance: Zeveran Aranai

Sexuality: Bisexual

Class: Mage

Specialization(s): Arcane Warrior | Blood Mage [Master of Entropy and Spirit Healing]

Family: Revka Amell (mother) unnamed father, four unnamed younger siblings, Ami (half-sister), Azar Amell (son) Amaris Hawke (second cousin) Carver Hawke (second cousin) Bethany Hawke (second cousin)

Bio: Surana Amell was born in the city of Kirkwall to a noblewoman, named Revka Amell. At the age of seven Surana’s magic manifested publicly when she healed an injured guard. A few months after she was taken to the Kirkwall Circle, First Enchanter Irving of Kinloch Hold, became interested in her potential and asked to begin training her. Surana quickly excelled in the schools of spirit healing, and entropy. She befriended two of her peers named Anders and Jowan, who she viewed as her brothers. After Surana's harrowing, Jowan enlisted her help to escape the tower due to rumors of him being a blood mage. In an attempt to prevent Jowan from being subjected to the rite of tranquility, she decides to help him. When Jowan betrays her it sends her into a downward spiral, hell bent on destroying everything in her path, wanting to make everyone feel the pain she did. Surana's arc hits a turning point when she stabs Morrigan, her best friend through an eluvian. Surana is hit with such grief and pain at hurting her, that she goes through the eluvian and uses her healing magic that she had sworn off after leaving the circle. This causes her desire to burn everthing down to slowly die out. Although she will never become that kind, innocent girl again, she has healed from her rage and become and even mix of the two.

Voiceclaim: Eris - Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

Amaris Aristida Hawke:

Female Mage Champion of Kirkwall

Appearance:

Romance: Fenris

Sexuality: Demisexual | Biromantic

Class: Mage (at night and act three onwards,) Rogue, (day and when hiding her magic)

Specialization(s): Force / Blood Mage [Fights as a rogue during the day]

Family: Leandra (mother) Malcolm (father) Bethany (sister) Carver (brother) Surana Amell (second cousin) Ami (second cousin) Cara Hawke (daughter) Elias Hawke (son)

Bio: The eldest child of Malcom Hawke and Leandra Amell, Amaris Hawke, has lived in many places in Ferelden due to her father, sister, and herself all being apostates. Amaris was able to quickly grasp everything her father taught her, and because of this she was able to spend more time raising her younger twin siblings. While raising her sibling, she taught herself how to be a rogue, out of fear of being caught by the tempalars. Despite the age gap of 7 years, Amaris was extremely close to her siblings, and was more of a mother to them than a sister. Despite this, as Carver grew older, he grew bitter towards Amaris for overshadowing him and babying him. Over the years of living in Kirkwall she goes from a kind, friendly, and trusting hero to an extremely aggressive, blunt and violent woman.

Throughout the three acts, she shifts through all three personalites, starting as blue Hawke and ending as red Hawke.

Katari Adaar:

Female Qunari Assassin Inquisitor

Appearance: Long curly white hair typically tied into twin braids, purple eyes with black scleras, white freckles, later in inquisition, flowers can typically be found braided/ tied into her hair.

Romance: Cole

Sexuality: Asexual, queer

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, unnamed uncle, Ami (cousin)

Specialization(s): Assassin / infiltrator [Because of the anchor, she is now a dreamer]

Bio: Katari Adaar “Weapon of death” lived most of her life as such. Her parents, two Tal-Vashoth warriors, rigorously trained her to not let emotions cloud her judgment, and not to think of herself, only of her mission. After Katari’s sixteenth birthday, she joined the Valo-Kas mercenary company and quickly made a name for herself as a very skilled, resourceful, and capable soldier, and leader. Katari is a very traumatized and emotionally repressed woman, who catches Cole's eye. Throughout the base game, jaws of Hakkon, and The Descent, Cole slowly breaks down her walls and helps her work through her trauma, and as they spend time together they both end up falling for each other. This is something Katari deeply struggles with, but in-between Corypheus's death and tresspasser they finally end up in a relationship, but dont fully work everything out until during/after DA:V.

Voiceclaim: Maria - Silent Hill

Kierra Rutherford / “Yenna Trevelyan”

Female human mage (not inquisitor)

Appearance: she has long black hair that reaches her lower back, she has bright golden eyes, brown skin like a chasind, and she has a bandage wrapped around her forehead.

Romance: Cullen

Sexuality: straight

Pronouns: she/her

Family: Flemeth (mother) Morrigan (twin sister) Yavana (half-sister) Kieran (nephew) Evora (niece)

Title: Witch of the Wilds / Witch of the Free Marches

Kierra lived in relative peace, until shortly before the conclave. A dear friend of hers, Yenna Trevelyan, found her way to Kierra's home, but died shortly after due to her wounds. Kierra decided to assume her identity to see what was going on with the templars and mages. She barely missed the explosion, and decided to join the inquisition.

Bio: Kierra Rutherford, witch of the wilds, daughter of Flemeth, is better known as Yenna Trevelyan, despite having no connection to the Trevelyans. When she was young About 13, a chase with a group of templars nearly got Morrigan, her younger twin, caught. Kierra managed to help Morrigan escape, but was caught herself. The templars decided that it was not wise to keep her so close to Flemeth, and decided to move her to the Ostwick Tower. Kierra was quickly made tranquil due to her constant successful escapes. Eventually, she was touched by a spirit of curiosity, and hid that she was no longer tranquil, until she managed to escape that night.

Kiera then decided to live a life similar to before she was captured, earning her the title of “Witch of the Freemarches.”

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OC INTRODUCTION: Iris Santiago Bloom Iris is the main character me and my best friend's little world we created. Basically she's the leader of a band/crime fighting team, FRUIT PUNCH. Every member represents a genre of music and for Iris its Punk Rock! Her and every other OC of mine (and my friend) is from Hell, specially a secret level of Hell named Hell's Haven. (I'll get into it later on when posting the OCs) Iris' parents are Diana Kiki Bloom, DJ Bloom and GG Bloom(Woo, polyamory). GG is God. Yes, the holy man himself. Making Iris the daughter of God. Basically, Iris is a teenage demon who wants to fight crime within Hell's Haven and make music. She also wants to prove to The Council and her Dad that she's capable of becoming the strongest Goddess out there. So, throughout the story her and her friends fight through evil within the town of Hell's Haven to prove that FRUIT PUNCH can be the next Council and that Iris is the greatest and strongest out there. Iris is a cunning, rebellious and kind-hearted person who does what she thinks is right. She's 17 years old, in junior year in high-school, she goes by She/They pronouns, Bisexual, and lives with her parents and her 6 siblings. (Yeah, her parents got a little.. wild) If you'd like to learn more about Iris, please ask away! I'll also be revealing more info over time as well :D

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Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x Iris (OC)

Rating: T

Tags: Fluff, smidge of hurt/comfort, they both hurt emotionally okay lol, soulmate au, soulmate-identifying marks

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“I heard that if your soulmate dies, it goes black.”

“What? I’ve never heard that!”

       Iris sighed as she tried to block out the noise of her tour group. They were at the Louvre and this was her third tour of the day. Thankfully the last, as well. When she was just 15, she’d learned to wear gloves on her hands. Granted, many people did. They felt their soulmate’s emotions were something private, just for them, and she didn’t blame them. And then there were people like her. People who’s soulmates had already died and they were left living. It had been a tragedy when her mark first appeared on the back of her hand at 15. To be a teenager and discover your soulmate was already lost to you? After a month she couldn’t stand the looks of pity she got from strangers. Yes, it was sad that she would never meet her soulmate. She understood that it was a tragedy, but that didn’t mean she’d never find love. Plenty of people still fell in love every day with people that weren’t their soulmates.

“I can’t imagine it, going through life with just a black blob on the back of my hand. At least I can see that my soulmate is calm right now. It goes light blue for me when they’re calm.”

       Different people had different experiences. So maybe… just maybe the black spot on the back of her hand didn’t mean death. It was entire improbable but not impossible. The tour finally ended and it left Iris with some time to wander the museum herself. She paused in front of Café Terrace at Night by van Gogh and smiled up at it. It was one of her favorites, next to her name sake anyways. It was on loan along with many other paintings done by van Gogh and his story pulled at her heart. It was rumored that both he and his brother didn’t even have soulmate marks on their hands. Iris made a small noise of surprise as someone bumped into her and she turned around to see who it was.

       “Pardon me, mademoiselle. Forgive me. I was quite caught up in Vincent’s new exhibition here,” the man smiled serenely. His looks were nothing like Iris had ever seen. Handsome, distinguished, an air of tranquility and intensity simultaneously surrounded him. He seemed from a different time, of gentlemen and high society. He spoke fluent French but there was a definite Germanic undertone to his words. His cravat was expertly tied with a gorgeous gold pin in it.

       “No, no. It’s more than alright, sir. The same could be said for me. I’m named after a van Gogh,” she said with a smile to convey she truly meant it. She looked down the hall and pointed. “Just a few down, actually.” The man smiled and tilted his head to the side, taking in her features. “My parents were obsessed with irises.” The gentleman hummed softly, looking back to the painting in front of them.

       “Iris is a good name. Faith. Hope. Wisdom. Courage. A good flower to be named for,” the man added. He pulled a pocket watch from his coat and frowned. “Alas, cherie, I must depart. It was lovely to have met you,” he smiled, inclining his head slightly in a bow before turning to leave. Iris watched him leave curiously, watching him leave through a door she didn’t realize had been at the end of the hall. Blinking, she looked down as she saw something glint in the fluorescent light and noticed that the gentleman’s cravat pin had fallen.

       “Oh! Monseuir!” Iris shouted after him but he was beyond the door. She picked up the pin and jogged over to the door, opening it and stepping inside. She tilted her head curiously as she spied all the artifacts in the dimly lit hall. “Monseuir?” she called again before stepping further in. Suddenly the room began to swirl around her and she shouted, closing her eyes tightly. “What the hell?!” Iris groaned a little as she fell forward, strong arms catching her instead of a hard surface.

       “Godverdomme,” A gruff voice greeted her and Iris looked up in surprise. Piercing blue eyes met her hazel ones and it took a moment before those arms let go of her. “Watch where you’re going, hondje.” Iris sputtered and looked indignant for a moment before realizing she had no idea where she was. This definitely was not the Louvre. She looked around him for a moment, and then behind her, and then at the door. “Wait, you-? You came through the door?” The man asked, seemingly distracted by his hand glowing a bright white.

       “What happened? Why won’t this open?” Iris did her best to not shout as she attempted to open the door she came through. She stopped and felt her breathing rate increase as anxiety built up in her chest. Theo looked between his hand and the woman that had just come through the door twice before shaking his head.

       “It’s not going to open for a while. Here,” he guided Iris away from the door and tried to get her to look at him. “I understand this is frightening. However, nothing will come from panicking, ja?” Iris nodded, her gloved hands holding onto the man’s forearms. She felt herself calming in his presence and finally took a deep, if slightly shaky breath. “I’m Theo,” he introduced himself, giving her a small, sympathetic smile. The space on the back of his hand was slowly transitioning into a light blue. His heart began to beat harder in his chest at that and tried not to focus too much on it. It was probably coincidence. Right? It wasn’t like his mark had been black until she literally came crashing down on him. Definitely a coincidence.

       “I’m Iris. It’s nice to meet you Theo,” she replied with a small smile, noticing she’d still been holding onto him and let go as she was suddenly embarrassed. Theo’s hand turned a lovely shade of pinkish red and he swallowed hard. “I-I’m sorry,” she said, realizing she had been staring. “I’ve just never seen a mark change so quickly before,” she laughed a little, subconsciously looking down to her gloved hand. She froze for a moment and blinked as she swore she saw… no. There was no way. Theo noticed the look in Iris’ eyes and how she watched her own hand. Feeling emboldened, he took his hand in hers and slowly removed her glove, both their hearts pounding. Iris took in a sharp breath as she saw color for the first time on her hand and it shifted from a pale yellow to an intense, crimson red. She looked up and hazel eyes met blue again. Theo swallowed hard before licking his lips. “This has to be a dream. Y-you’re-“ Acting on instinct, he brought Iris close and hugged her tightly.

       “I thought you had died by the time my mark came,” he admitted quietly, doing his best to hold back his instincts to feed immediately as endorphins rushed through his system. Iris felt herself melting as Theo held her in his arms and she couldn’t keep from burying her head into his chest. “Was yours black, too?” Iris nodded, clinging onto Theo’s back. Both of their marks now shone a bright orange, contentment filling their hearts.

       “God, look at us. I fell through a door and I don’t even know how to get back to my hotel,” Iris laughed, pulling away with a slight flush to her cheeks. “And when did it get this dark? My last tour was only done at four,” she said, checking her cell phone. 4:34. Theo straightened up and blinked, trying his best not to grimace.

       “That. Um. Well, I think we’ll need to sit for that conversation.”

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