#my oc: nina hawke

[aezyrraeshh]

i was tagged by @devilbrakers @girlbosselrond @indorilnerevarine @steelport @nuclearstorms @aartyom @shadowglens and @florbelles to make some of my ocs in this picrew; thank you all so, so much! <3 i think, pretty much everyone's been tagged already, but i'll tag @moiragf @arklay @calenhads @faarkas @swordcoasts and anyone who wants to do this!

LUNA ARENDAE (pwotr) || JOSEPHINE (pwotr) NINA HAWKE (da2) || VANYA TABRIS (dao) RAELLA LAELITHAR (bg3) || ILYA MORVARIS (bg3)

[6thofapril1917]

don't wanna be alone anymore [ken lemmons x oc]

A/N: the first in what will (hopefully) be a series of maggie/ken drabbles and one-shots. this one is pretty stream of consciousness and shifts tense so i apologize if it's incomprehensible. in my defense uni has been kicking my ass lately (one more week of the semester left, thank GOD) ken lemmons x oc. word count: 1.3k. crossposted on ao3.

For Maggie Zielinski, romance is something that she watches other people get to experience. She’s long been resigned to the fact that it isn’t something she’s meant to experience herself.

She doesn’t know what it is about her. She certainly isn’t bad looking, she understands that much. Clear blue eyes, full lips, and an even fuller chest. Still, that had never stopped her from becoming the butt of all the boys’ jokes back in grade school.

And it’s not like she’s never had friends. No, Maggie’s always had loads of friends. She knows how to work a crowd, how to say the right things at the right time to set the whole room laughing. Even before she met Vee, Loretta, Mabel, and the rest of the ground crew, she’d had a whole gaggle of friends back home in Detroit. 

Her main circle was a raucous group of six—Ida and Annemarie, Nina, Victoria, Victoria’s brother Paul, and Ida’s cousin Vinny. They’d been friends since the very first day of junior high, maybe more out of the novelty of the experience than anything. For all that Detroit was a metropolis, its neighborhoods could be as insular as any backwater town. In Maggie’s world of newly-arrived immigrants and babcie who watched the streets like hawks, where everyone worked at the same auto plant and everyone knew everyone else’s business, it was nice to see some new faces.

Maggie loved her Detroit friends. She loved their laughs, their smiles, their inside jokes and their secrets. She tried her best to help them out when they needed it, to offer a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk off. She gave her friends everything she could. It was just a shame that they never did the same for her.

As the years passed, Maggie found herself confronting a terrifying reality—that for all she was devoted to her friends, they would never love her as much as she loved them. 

Sure, things were fine when it was just two or three of them alone. Catching a matinee with Victoria, or going out to lunch with Ida and Annemarie—here, Maggie felt comfortable. Victoria would always riff on whatever movie they were seeing, making her dissolve into giggles. Ida and Annemarie would insist on paying for Maggie’s meal, and they’d stay in their booth for hours on end, just chatting the day away.

But when it was the six of them all together, Maggie couldn’t help but feel that something was off. That there were things that the other five were privy too that she wasn’t—and to which she maybe wasn’t meant to be. There’d be some new in-joke that nobody ever bothered to explain, some party that she hadn’t been invited to, some other get-together that they’d forgotten to tell her about. 

Well, two could play at that game.

When Maggie enlisted as a technician with the Army Air Force, she didn’t tell any of them what she had done.

Nina and Vinny, newly engaged, spotted her the day before she left for basic training. The image of the couple stopping dead in their tracks, eyes wide as they took in Maggie’s new uniform and fully-packed suitcase, filled with a determination that would carry her thousands of miles away from Poletown, was forever burned into her mind.

Maggie wasn’t sad that she’d be missing the wedding. It wasn’t like she was going to be chosen to be a bridesmaid. Money was still tight, after all. There was only enough in the budget to get dresses made for Annamarie and Victoria. Ida, of course, would be the maid of honor.

(She understands, Maggie says. No, Nina, really. It’s fine. She understands completely.)

(She cries herself to sleep into Agnes’ shoulder that night.)

When she meets the Mavens in basic training, she spends the first few months of their friendship waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

It’s not that she’s awkward around them; in fact, it’s exactly the opposite. The four of them get on like a house on fire. Loretta with her witty comebacks and shining black curls, Mabel with her dry wit and hands that always smell of chain grease, and Vee with her earnest modesty and the snapping lens of her Kodak 35. For all her faults, Maggie’s never had a problem charming people. It’s getting them to stay that’s the difficult part. 

Is she boring? She doesn’t think she’s boring. Especially not here in the army, where stories of home practically form a currency among the enlisted women and men. Besides, Maggie knows how to spin a yarn, to make even the most mundane story from a life spent in auto plants and dim garages seem like something out of an adventure magazine.

But that’s never enough, is it? It wasn’t enough to keep the people she thought were her friends, the people she loved more than life itself, from leaving her in the dust. It wasn’t enough to keep her from becoming a veritable untouchable among the boys in grade school, the kind of girl you would ask out to the pictures on a dare, only to leave her stranded at the ticket booth. Even the boys who considered her friends were just that—friends. Never anything more. While Ida and Victoria and Nina and Annamarie were busy with first kisses and sneaking out of bedroom windows late at night, Maggie sat in her room and watched them grow up without her.

There’s only so many rejections you can take before you start to think that romance, hell, even reciprocated platonic love, just isn’t something that you’re made for. Only so many missed engagements and plans made behind one’s back until you start to think that maybe there’s something, some reprehensible quality inherent to yourself, that pushed people away. 

So, she holds her breath and waits. Waits for the Mavens eventually grow tired of her. 

But they don’t.

Because it’s there, isn’t it? The love.

It’s in the filmstrips Vee develops late at night after their shifts, holed up in the makeshift darkroom she’s set up in an abandoned storage closet. It’s in the magazines Loretta always passes to her once she’s finished reading them, telling her to use it for the scrapbook, there’s some great stuff in there. It’s in the way Mabel taught her how to ride a bike way back during basic training, shocked that she had never learned, but oh so willing to help her try. Maggie can never forget the way Mabel had cheered when she finally got the hang of pedaling.

And then, of course, there’s Ken.

When she kisses him that night on the floor of Rosie’s Riveters, she burns with shame and tears, shed and unshed for her siblings and for Cleven and for Ken and for herself. She waits for him to recoil, to glare, to tell her not to do it again. At best, she waits for him to let her down easy. But he doesn’t.

That night he kisses her like she’s the only thing in the world that matters, and it just makes her want to cry harder, because she doesn’t deserve it. Her brother is dead, her sister is missing, Major Cleven is God knows where, and she completely lost it at Rosenthal, so what right does she have to be touched like this, to be held like this? None. None at all.

At the same time, she doesn’t have it in her to fight herself. The floor of the nose is cold, and Ken is so, so warm. The kind of warmth she wishes that she could crawl into and live inside of. East Anglia is chilly this time of year.

She shifts, opening her mouth to his, and for a moment wonders what sins she’s committed to have had this feeling denied to her for twenty-one years. Yet there’s no use wondering, is there?

Ken loves her. That much is clear.

She just has to be ready to accept it. And after two decades of loneliness, that’s easier said than done.

[knyontop]

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[uselesstaroth]

Remembered one of my One Piece OCs I came up with almost a decade ago when I was in my mid teens

Spoilers for like, everything

So, her name is Nina. She was one of the people watching Marineford play out, but her takeaway had nothing to do with the One Piece or anything related to piracy.

She came to hate the marine admirals, calling them "destroyers of families" because of, well, everything, but also because of what they did to the White Beard Pirates, who were one big family.

For the two year timeskip, she trains nonstop with her fruit, the Cloud-Cloud fruit, to defeat the admirals.

She searches for the revolutionaries, because they're the ones most likely to eventually run into one of them eventually, and because Ivankov is with them and she wants that sweet instant transition.

Anyway, during the meeting they get attacked by an admiral, say Kizaru, and she beats him with a clever trick: using clouds to redirect his light attacks, meaning he can do nothing to her because he can't actually hit her with anything but his fists.

After the fight they're rightfully impressed by her skills and they're talking about her fighting abilities and whatnot and then

And then! She says

"Actually... I don't actually know how to fight."

"What do you mean?"

"I only know practiced how to beat the admirals."

"Wait- so- you can only fight four guys?!"

"Five! I can beat the ice guy. I'm glad the buddha guy retired before I got to him, he would've been really hard!"

"You don't even know their names~~~"

Just

How insane a concept. Train non stop for two years just so you can beat up five dudes you rightfully hate and call family destroyers, everyone else you are completely helpless against.

Whatever war happens at the end of One Piece she's there squaring up against Akainu and wrecking him and then a medium grunt gets in between them and she's "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH SOMEONE HELP ME!"

The first time she punches someone other than an admiral near the climax and knocks them out in one hit and it's "HUUH?! THAT WORKS ON THEM TOO?!" and everyone, ally and enemy is yelling "YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!!"

What a dorky character

Originally she had a Red Hawk-type move but with Whitebeard's earthquake power

Also she makes a boat made of clouds that by coincidence looks like the Going Merry because sheep and clouds

She may have a sheepy design

Fun. 14-16 year old me had a fun mind

[1u11ablues]

MY LITTLE INFERNI (NIKOLAI LANTSOV X OC)

WC: 2412

Summary: Dasha gets a visit from her favourite seniors.

Warnings: None.

CHAPTER 3: JUST FRIENDS

“What do you know of the Corpsewitch?” Henrik questions from the dining table, so suddenly that Dasha almost drops the knife she’s holding. 

It was a slow day. Henrik had chosen to close his shop so that he could ‘spend some time with the wife.’ Which is the codename for having a meeting about the Hringsa. Dasha was just chopping some apples to make pie, something she’d been doing a lot lately. Being a 'housewife' bores her endlessly. She only goes out once or twice a week to shop, and the rest of the week, well, she had to be extra creative looking for ways to spend them. Cooking seemed to be the least dull thing she could think of, so these days her dresses had started to fit a little more snugly on her hips. 

Why is he asking about Nina Zenik? Dasha needs to be careful around him. Like it or not, he's still Fjerdan, and Fjerdans were raised to be naturally against grishas. Even though Zoya had ensured that he was clear on the account of all the information he'd already provided them, she will remain cautious and carve her words properly around him until she’s sure that he’s a hundred percent safe. One can’t be too sure, especially in this line of work.

“Nina Zenik? I don’t know her that well. We never really communicated when I was still a student.” Which is partly true. She had talked to Nina once or twice; thinks she’s sweet. Still, Nina is more of an acquaintance to her, which seemed a shame. She sounded like a very fun person to befriend.

“Hmm,” he grumbled, cloth in his hands as he polished his work tools. 

“Do you have family in Ravka?” He continues to interrogate her. She still can’t quite decide if it was just out of plain curiosity or otherwise.

“No. My only brother disappeared, presumed dead.” It’s been so long since they pronounced Stepan missing in action. Like her, they also stationed him at one of the grisha camps, but his camp was very close to the Shadow Fold. After three years, she no longer had hopes that he would return.

He stops his cleaning to look at her, urging her to continue. 

“They never found his body.” She replied, keeping it curt to not divulge any more information than necessary.

“Do you have family here? Or anywhere else?” She returned the question back to him.

“One sister. Fjerdan.” was his only answer. She kept silent, hoping it’ll press him to explain as it did her, but like a block of ice, nothing else tumbles out of him.

Should she ask him what he was doing the other night? Or wait to see what Zoya will say first?

Dasha puts the apples to boil on the stove, controlling the fire with brief movements of her finger so it heats up gradually instead of converting the water straight to steam. Any excuse to use her power. She twirled with the bird beak ring on her index finger, the amplifier she acquired after killing a hawk—the biggest she’s ever come across—that had threatened the pets and livestock of a small town. It had put up a vicious fight before she managed to take it down, and she had asked her Durast senior to weld it into a ring for her. 

Just as she opened her mouth to bring it up to him, there was a knock on the door.

His movement stills, shoulders tense, readying himself for any danger. Placing his tools gently on the table, he stood up to answer the door. Dasha’s fingers touched the flint bracelet on her left wrist, ready to strike it if needed.

Carefully, he creeps towards the front door, his left hand outstretched towards her like he's talking to an animal, instructing her to stay calm. “It’s probably a neighbour,let me handle it.”

Meanwhile, she pretends to tend to her baking like it was just a normal day, her ears straining at the general direction where the knock came from.

Henrik unlatches the front door, using his body to block it from opening wider than the size of a typical hand. She sees no use to this, of course—if it was grisha, they wouldn’t need to reach their hands in to do any damage; if it was druskelle, being that apprehensive would just make them seem suspicious. 

“What is it?” Henrik inquired, and Dasha focused her hearing to get a feel for who he was talking to. She craned her neck to take a peek when Henrik opened the door to let two women in. Two very attractive women that Dasha hadn’t seen around the neighbourhood before. They must be some kind of officials, she thought, the apples long forgotten now.

Dasha stared at Henrik to get his attention—hoping he’ll explain what was happening to her. 

“Ooh. I smell something sweet,” the shorter woman said, her hands brought together, eyes closed as if trailing the smell. Dasha recognised that voice.

“Genya?” 

Genya grins, her smile foreign, entire face different. Henrik ushered them to the sofa in front of the fireplace, replenishing the firewood as the two women sat.

“Hello Dasha,” Zoya greeted, and Dasha found herself straightening up, as if awaiting instructions.

“Zoya, wow,” was the only thing Dasha managed to say.

“I know, right?” Genya quips, her nose scrunched up in mock distaste, “Stunning even as a Fjerdan.” 

Dasha crossed the length from the kitchen to the living room, stopping right in front of Genya to study her face. It was flawless. There wasn’t a hint of her old self left that she hadn't already tailored.

“This is your best work yet, Gen, I’m impressed.” Dasha praises, her fingers running through Genya’s now blonde hair. She liked the red better. It suited Genya and made her look more like an inferni—but maybe Dasha’s just biassed. 

Genya bows,soaking in the praises like an artist receiving standing ovations. 

“Now, now,” Zoya interjects, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in a country that hangs their keftas as their kill trophies. 

“We received your message last week. Other members have told us the same thing,”

Henrik crosses his arms together, his back leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. “Tell you what?”

“That people have been missing?” Genya explains, her eyes darting from Henrik to Dasha. Dasha’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights. 

“Sorry,” Dasha answers, looking at Henrik, “I forgot to tell you.”

“Lenkovya, you were supposed to be working together. It’ll be difficult to formulate plans if you keep information from each other.” Zoya chides, and Dasha lowers her head in affirmation. 

She looks around for an opportunity to talk to Zoya and Genya alone, without trying to sound like she’s chasing Henrik away. Maybe she should just talk about it right in front of him, but would that be a good decision? What if he ends up reporting them and the positions of some of the other grisha in hiding? Positions that she stupidly entrusted upon him before she even caught him sneaking around in the dark? Then she laughs, because how would he even run away from here when there’s two of the strongest grisha—ones that could kill him even before he had the chance to put one foot in front of the other—right here, in his home? Should he even think of attempting something like that, he would be the idiot here.

Dasha opens her mouth to bring it up, before Henrik beats her to it.

“It’s okay. I have valuable information I’ve been hiding too,” he cuts, dragging a chair from the dining table to sit in front of them. It almost seems like they were interrogating him.

Zoya turns to him, nodding, prompting him to go on. Dasha leans back into the sofa, crossing her arms like she’s egging him on. Go on, she thought, because what could he possibly say that’s going to make him look any less suspicious?

“A Druskelle boy had defected without them knowing it—he had been giving me information about the things happening as far as the Ice Court.”

Oh.

“Why did I not know about this?” Dasha questions, then her eyes widen in realisation. “Wait, that night—”

They all turn to look at her, waiting with bated breath. 

“Last week,was it—was the Druskelle boy here?”

“How did you know?” Henrik asked, his voice gruff. 

“I was awake. Nightmares.”

Genya draws her eyebrows together, worry etched on her face, as if to say “ Oh, you poor thing.”

“Yes, that was him.” He answers, his hands intertwined with each other as he leans forward in his chair, elbows on his lap.

“He told me the missing people are suspected to be grisha, and they were taking them in to question about the miracles that have been blooming lately.” 

“And do they ever return?” Genya asks, now realising how dangerous it has been to live in Fjerda even as a native.

Henrik rubs his face, and Dasha realises she had never seen him this up close before. Eye contact makes her uneasy in general, so she never made herself do it unless it’s necessary. He doesn’t look half as bad as she had imagined him to be. She supposed she’d like to retract some of her words from the letters to Zoya and Genya. He reminded her of Nikolai a little, his blond hair maybe looking a little too bleached, like he’d been under the sun every day for the past five years. His eyes make her think of the pine trees lining the mountains of Fjerda, his jaw more prominent than Nikolai’s —

Dasha straightened her back when she realised that she’d been staring and had not been paying attention to anything else that had been said after her eyes started wandering. Her face heats up, embarrassed, hoping no one has caught her. Had she really been thinking of Nikolai and his face when she was having a meeting with her superiors?

“It sounds like we’re treading on dangerous waters here,” Zoya says, presumably to add to Henrik’s answer. 

“Lenkovya, do you want us to pull you out of the assignment? We’re planning on giving the others a choice, too.”

“No, no, I’m okay with staying. I asked to be sent here, remember?” 

“You asked to be sent somewhere away from Os Alta, Dasha. I could reassign you to a camp in Tsibeya or somewhere else you prefer.”

Truth be told, she’s not ready to go back to Ravka. To see Nikolai again. Especially after she left that stupid letter on his desk, which she wrote while she had downed copious amounts of alcohol. The embarrassment of being the first to admit your feelings somehow seems worse than rejection.

“That won’t be necessary, general.” Dasha answers, steel in her voice as she tries to make her decision clear.

Zoya huffs at Dasha’s stubbornness. “Fine. You’re just as stubborn as the king.”

Genya laughs. “I guess that’s why they get along so well,” she muttered, glancing at Dasha like she knew something. Dasha shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant—like the idea of being apart from someone she grew up , been through hell, fell in love with doesn’t feel like there’s a monster of a forest fire wrecking through her insides.

“I guess,” Zoya says, sharing a look with Genya. Zoya stood, and Dasha thought they were about to leave before Zoya continued, “We’ll stay the night and leave first thing in the morning.” 

“Dasha, are you running away from something?” 

This was the closest thing she has ever gotten to having a sleepover, and it’s just like Genya to go straight to the hard-hitting question.

Dasha offered her bed to Genya and Zoya to use for the night while she unfurls the spare mattress Henrik owns, resorting to sleeping next to her bed instead. For some reason, Henrik prefers sleeping on the sofa, and as she feels the cold seeping from the floor, going right through the thin material of the mattress to rest on her bones, she understands why.

“Why would you ask that?” Dasha retaliated, tucking her blanket under her feet so the air won’t pierce through. She wished she had a thicker blanket.

“Well, you seem pretty eager to leave Ravka when Zoya made you the offer,” Genya answers, propping her head on her hands to look at Dasha struggling on the floor below her. 

Dasha pretends to fluff her pillow while she thinks about her answer. She is running away. From the memories of Stepan, from Nikolai, from the horrors of the slaughter she barely survived from. She thought that if she found work this far away from where most of her life had been spent, she would be able to let that part of her go. The weak, clingy part. The one who always had to rely on someone her whole life. Her brother. Nikolai. Now she’s here by herself. All she’s left with are the skeletons she carried on her back, in the sack she had packed while trying to escape. One can never truly escape. And it chases her, slowly but surely, like weed taking over ruins. Her nightmares show that escaping hasn’t actually helped her process all the deaths—and even her silly unrequited feelings. 

“Dasha?”

Genya’s voice tugs her down from the air, her feet now flat on the ground. 

“I’m just—Ravka reminds me of so much pain, Gen,”

She’s not one to say, really, as Genya had been through worse things than her. From the king’s abuse, the Darkling gifting her to the queen, and what the Darkling had done to her in general, Genya deserves her happy ending after that. 

“I get it, Dash. It hasn’t treated us well the past decade. Especially us,” she clarified, and Dasha hums in agreement. 

“But there are several people who would be happy to have you back, like me, and Zoya—though she won’t say it aloud—”

Genya turns to look at a sleeping Zoya, “and Nikolai misses you the most.”

They both stare at the ceiling, Dasha’s mind whirring at the mention of Nikolai. 

She wanted to ask her about him, wanted Genya to tell her all about him and how he was doing.

“There it is,” Genya announced, like she’s just discovered key information from an important manuscript. 

“Your heart danced a different beat when he's mentioned. You and him—it wasn’t just friends, was it?”

A/N: Sorry for the very long delay! I forgot my tumblr password. But this story is still ongoing. Very close to the end, actually.

AO3

Chapter 2

[dynastymuses]

now you're just a page torn from the story I'm building  

selective, mutuals only indie rp blog. i am over 25, so anyone under 21, i prefer not to interact with 

all I gave you is gone tumbled like it was stone

canon divergant pirate based colin bridgerton @pirtecolin edits blog @dynastymusesedits resources such as gifhunts, psds, and templates blog: @dynastymusesresources II rules II what i do II

thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

as such all muses are over 18 (some have been aged up) 

thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

i am very open to crossovers, as well as oc’s, but plotting must be done.  if i am not following you, please do not send me in character memes. i am mutual only! 

thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up  

fandoms include: bridgerton, various period drama, star wars, lord of the rings/rings of power, wheel of time, shadow&bone/gisha verse. 

It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down 

all of my characters as of now (🍊 is high muse) (🌊muses i want plots for) (🧁new muses) starter calls open starters

Bridgerton Verse

anthony bridgerton 🍊

benedict bridgerton 🌊

colin bridgerton🍊

daphne bridgerton🌊

francesca bridgerton🌊

gregory bridgerton🍊

penelope featherington🍊🌊

philip crane🍊🌊

michael sterling🍊

brimsley🌊🧁

sophie beckett🌊

kate sharma🍊

gareth st.clair🍊

prince freidrich hohenzollern🍊🌊

king george freidrick 🍊

lady agatha danbury🌊🧁

queen charlotte of mecklenburg-strelitz 🍊🌊🧁

felicity featherington🌊🧁

posy reiling🌊🧁

lucy abernathy 🧁

shadow&bone/grishaverse

alina starkov 🍊🌊

kaz brekker🍊🌊

inej ghafa🌊

nina zenik🌊

wylan van eck🌊

genya safin🌊🧁

nikolai lanstov🌊

tolya yul bataar🌊🧁

matthais helvar🌊

lord of the rings/rings of power

galadriel🍊

elrond🌊🧁

bronwyn🌊🧁

aragorn🌊🧁

samwise gamgee🌊🧁

wheel of time

rand al’thor🍊🌊

lan mandragoran🍊🌊

siuan sanche🍊

egwene al'vere🍊

elayne trakand🍊

Star Wars

luke skywalker🍊🌊

qui gon jinn🌊

obi wan kenobi🍊🌊

padme amidala🍊🌊

finn🌊

poe dameron🌊🧁

han solo🌊

Rey of Jakku 🌊🧁

osha 🧁

master sol🧁

the musketeers

d’artagnan 🍊

athos

aramis

queen anne of austria🌊

Sanditon

charlotte heywood (sanditon)🌊

lord babington (sanditon)🌊

young stringer (sandtiton)🌊

Marvel

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Tandy bowen

Karolina Dean 🍊

Marcos Diaz 🍊

Esme Frost 🍊

John Proudstar🌊

Hank McCoy 🌊🧁

Chase Stein 🍊

Scott Summers 🍊

Charles Xavier🌊

Jennifer Walters

Sersi 🍊

DCEU

Barry Allen 🍊

Beth Chapel🌊

Barbara Gordon 🍊

Dick Grayson🍊

Mary Hamliton 🍊

Virgil Hawkins 🍊

Pamela "Poisin Ivy" Isley 🍊

Kate Kane🌊

Clark Kent 🍊

jenny kord🌊🧁

Selina Kyle 🍊

Dinah Lance 🍊

Gar Logan🍊

M'gann M'orroz 🍊

Tommy Merlyn🌊

Sophie Moore🌊

Yolanda Montez

James Olsen 🍊

Anissa Pierce🌊

milagro reyes🌊🧁

Donna Troy 🍊🧁

Bruce Wayne🍊

Courtney whitmore  🌊

Jinx🌊

Komand'r🌊

hank hall/hawk 🧁

dawn granger/dove 🧁

oliver queen 🧁

TVD Verse

Marcel Gerald 🍊

Elena Gilbert 🍊

Jeremy Gilbert🌊

Tyler Lockwood🌊

Elijah Mikealson 🍊

Hope Mikealson🌊

Lizzie Saltzman 🍊🌊

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane 🍊🌊

Clary Fray 🍊🌊

Simon Lewis🌊🧁

Alec Lightwood🌊

Fate:The Winx Saga

Terra Harvey🌊

Bloom Peters 🍊🌊

Beatrix 🌊🧁

Flora🌊

Musa🌊

Riven🌊

Sky🌊

Stella🌊

Narnia

Edmund Pevensie 🍊🌊

Lucy Pevensie🍊🌊

Peter Pevensie🌊🧁

Jill Pole🌊

Eustance Clarence Scrubb🌊

the umbrella acaddemy

Deigo Hargreeves🌊

Five Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Klaus Hargreeves 🌊

Sloane Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Lila Pitts🌊

one tree hill

Julian Baker

Jake Jagelski

Nathan Scott 🍊

Clay Evans

Degrassi

Sav Bhandari 🌊

Fiona Coyne🌊

Clare Edwards 🍊🌊

Jake Martin🌊

Drew Torres🌊

Wednesday/Addams Family

Wednesday Addams🌊

Enid Sinclair

what we do in the shadows

colin robinson 🌊🧁

Guillermo de la Cruz🌊🧁

nadja of antipaxos🌊🧁

lazslo cravensworth 🌊🧁

nandor the relentless 🌊 🧁

the boys/gen v

hughie campbell🌊🧁

annie january / starlight 🌊🧁

billy butcher🌊🧁

kimiko miyashiro🌊🧁

queen maeve🌊🧁

other period drama muses

francis valois (reign with some historical influences) 🍊

Sebastian de poitiers (reign)

tom jones (tom jones 2023)🌊

henry tudor (7th) (the white queen/the white princess/the spainsh princess with some historical influences) 🍊

richard plantagent  (the white queen with some historical influences)🍊

elizabeth woodville (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)

anne shirley cuthbert (anne with an e) 

marie antoinette( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

(king) louis bourbon (16th) ( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

captain henry ossroy  (mr malcom’s list)🌊

selina dalton  (mr malcom’s list)🌊

dido elizabeth belle (belle 2013)🌊🧁

camlia dunne (daisy jones&the six) 🌊🧁

tim laughlin (fellow travelers) 🌊🧁

jane bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁

elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁

emma woodhouse (emma) 🧁

Other Scifi/Fantasy

Lucy Caryle- Lockwood&Co🌊

Anthony Lockwood-Lockwood&Co🌊

Wendy Darling-Peter Pan/Disney 🍊🌊

Elinor Fairmont-First Kill🌊🧁

Juliette Fairmont-First Kill🌊

Kat Harvey-Casper🌊

Harvey Kinkle-Sabrina The Teenage Witch/Archie comics🌊

Wyatt Logan-Timeless🌊

Arthur Pendragon-Merlin🌊

Scott mccall-teen wolf 🌊

OUAT/Fairytales

david nolan/prince charming-once upon a time 🌊🧁

graham humbert/the huntsman-once upon a time 🌊🧁

mary margret blanchard/snow white-once upon a time 🌊🧁

Rapunzel (various media)🌊🧁

other medias

Alexander Clearmond Diaz-red, white, & royal🌊

Lacey Porter-Twisted🌊

Henry Stuart Fox -red, white, & royal🌊

Glimmer-She Ra🌊

comedy

Haley Dunphy (modern family)🌊🧁

Alex Dunphy (modern family) 🌊🧁

Janine Teagues-Abbott Elementary🌊

Clare Devlin-Derry Girls🌊

Gregory Eddie-Abbott Elementary🌊

Jim Halpert-The Office🌊

Ben Wyatt-Parks and Recreation 🌊

chidi anagonye (the good place)🌊🧁

eleanor shellstrop (the good place)🌊🧁

janet (the good place)🌊🧁

original characters

elisabeth barlowe 🍊🌊🧁

jacquetta covington 🍊🌊🧁

maxwell danbury 🍊🌊🧁

dylan lyons 🍊🌊🧁

[vigilskeep]

ok maybe that one was violent. fine. my SECOND question is. who would your ocs romance if they were the protagonist of another game in the series?

CUTE. DELIGHTFUL

minerva surana: da2 is a tough choice because minerva/fenris is insanity inducing to me and minerva/isabela is, well, they did canonically have a threesome, and minerva/sebastian rivalmance is making me lose my mind right now because i've never thought of it before but she COULD make him worse, but ultimately i have to vote minerva/merrill. minerva's relationship with the dalish is super interesting and blood mage/blood mage rights. i think they should kiss. as for dai, i've been absolutely fascinated for a long time by the fact that the only remotely viable minerva romance here is blackwall

keir hawke: for dao, morrigan, 100%, no question. we all know this. for dai... fuck that's an interesting one. i actually lean towards josephine of all people which is kind of adorable can you imagine. i'm not completely ruling out the iron bull i just don't know enough abt his romance but hey i hear the reaver thing works for him

nina cadash: nina/leliana is breaking my brain because of the incredibly different relationship they have in dai but in dao when you're a lesbian your options are what they are and nina is not even 1% immune to a pretty girl falling asleep on her shoulder during watch so i have to live with that alternate reality forever now i guess. isabela for da2 for sure

[dear-indies]

hello there! would you please have any suggestions for the face claim of my oc?

she is chaotic good, a lesbian disaster and the comic relief of her group. any ethnic is fine but she would be in her early 20s. she loves to wear hawaiian shirts and would never be caught in a dress.

i like talia ryder but she seems too confident while my oc would be quite awkward. i also thought about rachel sennott, but i would appreciate some alternative face claims if you have some in mind!

thank you very much & have a great day/night!

Midori Francis (1994) Japanese / White - is queer.

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ayo Edebiri (1995) Afro Barbadian / Nigerian - is queer.

Sasha Lane (1995) African-American / Māori and White - is gay.

Blu Hunt (1996) Oglala Lakota, Apache, White - is queer.

Alba Baptista (1997) - in Warrior Nun.

Nina Moran (1997) - is queer.

Kaylee Kaneshiro (1997) Japanese / White - is queer.

Maya Hawke (1998)

Rachelle Vinberg (1998) Colombian / White.

Erin Kellyman (1998) Afro-Jamaican / Irish - is a lesbian.

Ariela Barer (1998) Ashkenazi Jewish, 1/4 Mexican - uses she/they - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ayesha Madon (1998) Indian.

Julia Dalavia (1998) Brazilian - in Pantanal.

Ruby Cruz (2000) - is queer.

Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish, German, English, some Irish, Northern Irish, and Welsh - has spoken up for Palestine!

Paulina Alexis (2000) Nakoda Sioux.

Amber Grappy (2001) Black British.

Hope this helps, anon!

[girlwithwolftatoo]

From your recent ask post:

👻🍬🌙

Hope to see more of your amazing work soon!! 💗

Owwww thank you thank you!!

👻Ohh there's been a lot of ideas in mind which I haven't writte for they're stuck in my head (inspiration abandonment sucks). I want to write some spooky thing with the Moon boys but I still don't know what (headcanon, one shot?) and since my most recent obsession is Ethan Hawke I want to write something with Russell (Adopt a Highway) and either Goodnight Robicheaux or John Brown.

🍬Russell is a sweet boi, and I only have soft thoughts for him. I can picture Reader sharing a big cottom candy with him in the most awkward, yet adorable form, and then Rusell gets confident enough to burst a sincere laugh.

🌙Almost all my OCs have one xD but I think the ones that hide it the most are Nina Bakravin and Violet Gilles (a Marvel and The Black Phone OCs) for they dislike them a lot. Nina was abandoned as a child because of her powers and basically locked and t*rtured with experiments at a very young age before being rescued by the man who became her stepfather. Violet's dad was ab*sive and her mother was later (and probably falsely) accused of unliving him, then sent to the jail.

[aezyrraeshh]

i got tagged by @girlbosselrond and @shadowglens to make some of my ocs in this picrew; thank you both so much ily!! <33

tagging @arklay @aartyom @steelport @reaperkiller @nuclearstorms @stormveils @aelyosos @indorilnerevarine @florbelles @cultistbase @calenhads @jillvalcntines @brujah @swordcoasts @camelliagwerm @faarkas @shepardgf @devilbrakers & whoever else wants to do this!

luna (wotr, she/her) || vanya tabris (dao, she/her) nina hawke (da2, she/they) || ilya morvaris (bg3, they/them)

[honeyedlingerie]

PINNED POST

Hello everyone! My name is coco, i'm 25, and this is my mumu blog!

This blog is semi selective and private, featuring canon oc muses from various media. Rules are the usual fare, and under the cut I'll list my muses!

CANON:

Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui, primary)

Goro Majima (The Yakuza series, testing)

Hero of Ferelden/Marianne Amell (Dragon Age, primary)

Hero of Kirkwall/Nina Hawke (Dragon Age 2, primary)

Mischa Lecter (Hannibal canon, primary)

Sigyn (Norse myth/marvel, primary)

Tomie Kawakami (The works of Junji Ito, primary)

CANON OCs:

Junko Yukimura (The Yakuza Games, secondary)

Penelope Fekete (The Magnus Archives, secondary)

Kousagi Mochizuki (Demon Slayer, primary)

Angela Duchamp (XMen, primary)

Alternate Virgin Mary (The Mandela Catalogue, primary)

Kimimela Davis Wayne (DC, primary)

FANDOMLESS OCs:

Poppy West (Horror adjacent, primary)

Esmeralda Narvaez (Witch, primary)

Claudia Jones (General, primary)

[aeroring]

every drawing i did this year for artfight!

Hoa for @tomeofsealing Hush for @pmd2 Myou (ft. Crux) for @wispon Taiya and Meri for @areiadospecial Appey for @toils Prada and Target for @sonikupo and @shipping Vito (ft. Perri) for @finitevus

The Big Drawing cast (top to bottom, left to right):

Pierce: @shipping

Angel: @sonikupo

Aux: @shipping

Ellis: @finitevus

Cull: @tomeofsealing

Kane: @tomeofsealing

Crux: me

Micky: me again

Buster: still me

Vice: @finitevus

Pudding: @wispon

Wick and Casquette: @wispon

Taiya: @areiadospecial

Appey: @toils

Hush: @pmd2

[thornaelle]

I started with making a little chibi self-portrait for my avatars and then went on to a couple of OCs and got... a little carried away...

Self-portrait / Sabella (Pathfinder: Extinction Curse) / Frithenen (homebrew D&D) / Allecra Cousland (DA:O) / Ester Hawke (DA2) / Inanni Lavellan (DA:I) / Rani Shepard (ME) / Nina Ryder (ME:A) / Adrien Ryder (ME:A)

[candycoatddalek]

CandyD’s Lovelink Masterpost

Here’s a master post of all my Lovelink works. List is in alphabetical order by character. I don’t normally take requests unless I feel like it so unless I put up a post or something on my sidebar that says requests are open please don’t make requests because they won’t be answered.

Check out the Key below to see how I tag my warnings on things, I’ve tried to place warnings on those  fic’s that I feel may need it but I’m only human and some times miss  some things, kindly send me a message if you think something needs to be  tagged with a warning.

If you want to get an introduction to my OC’s take a look at this page.

Enjoy!

Other Masterlists.

Gaming Fanfiction|Original Fiction|Otome Fanfiction| TV/Movie Fanfiction

OC’s|MC’s

Key

Newest stories: N!

Smut: NSFW

Violence: V!

Horror: H!

Non-Con: N/C!

Last Updated: 00/00/0000

All

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Adam Johnson/Dominic Wright

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Aesha Nora/Samantha Clark

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Albert Bishop/Jonathan Hayes

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Alex Frederik/Calum Keys

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Alice Martin/Eve Rockwood

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Ana Samarine/Milena Sarafian/Ruby Thomas

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Antoine Dawson/Noah Cruz/Nina Hawk

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Austin Russo/Damien Jones

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Bex Michel

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Blake Bailey/Keanu Hale

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Brett O’Hara/Susan Sheridan

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Cainán Ó Faoláin

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Clementine Hill/Grace Kim

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Dahlia Vance/Rose Monroe

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Daniel Anderson/Ryan Bryne

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Didier Laurent/Mamoru Ito

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Dr. Vile

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Emerson Grey/Sage Foster/Vitoria Voznesenky

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Fraz Jorgenson/Ingrid Holm

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Gabe Scott

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Garrett Brown/Rory O’Brien

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Jaden Bower/Skylar Quinn

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Jamie Grant/Seth Evans/Julia Greene

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Julien Alexandre/William Chrome

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Makoa ‘Aukai

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Min-Jae Lee/Liam Park

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Nick Klaus

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Oliver Black/Stefan Silver

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Raphael Becker/Wyatt Moore

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Sheng Zhao/Tomas Antol

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Tiros Darkmane

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Theo Onasis

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[catebees]

OC masterpost below

Baldur's Gate 3

Brân Fraith (he/him) - half drow, College of lore bard. History teacher :)

Xanthi (they/them) - halfling storm sorcerer Durge??, still very underdeveloped

Dragon Age

Verena Dora Lyudmila Aeducan (she/her) - main worldstate HoF

Rozerin Tabris (she/her) - alternate HoF where Alistair is happy and in love because he deserves it

Marian Hawke (she/they) - one and only Hawke for most worldstates

Eelis Lavellan (he/him) - main inquisitor whom I love like a son

Winifred Trevelyan (she/her) - non-inky Trevelyan from Eelis's worldstate

(worldstate info and non-da ocs under the cut)

Verena Aeducan (She/her) demisexual, born 9:01 Dragon

Noble Dwarf Rogue, Duelist + Legionnare specialization

Supported the mages

Persuaded Isolde to kill Connor

Retrieved the Ashes

Stopped the curse and let Zathrian die :)

Destroyed the anvil + Supported Bhelen (after messing with him for a bit)

Alistair and Anora rule

No ritual, Loghain dead

Saved Amaranthine + the Keep didn't fall

Married Zevran

Adopted a bunch of young Crow recruits

IF CURE FOR BLIGHT WASN'T FOUND: she refuses to leave on her Calling and stays with Zevran and the kids for as long as she can, Morrigan made her a little poison morsel for when she turns ghouly

Rozerin Tabris (she/her) trans, born 9:06 Dragon

City Elf Warrior, Champion + Guardian specialization

Anora Rules, Alistair stays with the Wardens

She and Alistair call each other spouses but they never had a ceremony (for obvious trauma-related reasons)

Marian Hawke (she/they) genderfluid, aroace, born 9:07 Dragon

Human Warrior, Berserker specialization

Mostly blue personality

Friends with everyone <3 ('cept Aveline )

Bethany is in the circle

Dueled the Arishok

Sided with the mages

Pretended to kill Anders ;) (a new choice that I made up)

Escaped to Ferelden with Beth, Fenris and Peach the mabari

Found a little house outside of South Reach to lay low in

Opened a little school for farmer children to learn to read and count after Inquisition. Rarely goes back to Kirkwall, but Varric opened a similar institute in her name in Lowtown

After Peach they get a new mabari named Plum

Eelis Lavellan (he/him), born 9:14 Dragon

Dalish archer Rogue, Assassin specialization

Allied with mages

Briala rules through Gaspard???? (I literally don't know)

Pardoned the Wardens + Stroud left in the Fade

Drank from the Well

Married Dorian

Softened Leliana became Divine

Disbanded the Inquisition

Total grudge against Solas >:C

Eventually moved to Tevinter

Family: Hilja (she/her) younger sibling, Maarit (she/her) mother, Amavel "Veli" (he/him) best friend + Aquila Racina (she/her) Dorian's apprentice who's basically their child

Winifred Trevelyan (she/her) queer, born 8:97 Dragon

Human Mage, resident Glyph expert

Sent to the Ostwick circle at 13 after hiding her magic for several years

Had a child while in the circle in 9:18, who was brought up by her brother

Joined the Inquisition with the Redcliffe mages

In a relationship with Blackwall

Family: parents Lady Beatrice and Lord Tristan, uncle Knight Commander Urien, son Aderyn, and brothers Aidan with daughters Philippa and Joan, and Liam with son Lucas

The Arcana

Arianne Eliades (she/her) - Julian's wife, check @selfsacrificingfools for my Arcana backlog

Original stuff:

Gabriel Sharp and Thomas Adair, my queer Edwardian morticians <3

Agata Morgenstern (she/her) and Julia Philippe de Fervidor (they/them), both characters from a dating sim that lives in my head

Drawn To The Flames, an urban fantasy story starring: Adelaide Petran-Fouque (she/they), Nina Otxoa (she/her), Bram (they/them), Cat Andersen (he/him also, little/babby), Gabi Petran-Fouque (he/him), Hamlet Towers (he/him), Vasilisa (she/her)

Mare Scarlett (she/he/they) human ranger, DnD character I never used

I have a billion more but they're mostly retired I'm afraid

[shatteredxglass]

The Proximity of Truth

Disclaimer: This is an AU Fic and is Non Canon. This fic was just to test an idea me and my fiancé had for Elias’ character in terms of his family that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to commit to. This fic has an OC being related to a canon character by blood (In this case Shou Tucker is Elias’ Paternal Uncle, and Nina is his cousin), and deals heavily with the Shou Tucker arc. Heavy trigger warnings for:  Human Experimentation, Being Drugged, Child Death, Animal Death, Mutation,  basically all associated triggers with the Shou Tucker Arc from FMA, Blood, Gore, and Electrocution. Read with Caution. 

Fic also functions as a sort of? “Elias met the Elric brothers when Edward first became a state alchemist and now they won’t leave him alone” AU.

Word Count: 17,188

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There was hardly a moment spent with Edward and Alphonse Elric that didn’t leave Elias Hawke regretting that he ever opened his door for the brats in the first place. Or well, at least the quote, unquote  older brother of the pair. Alphonse was always very polite, something Elias could appreciate. Edward, however, was a petulant brat that left him questioning how the boy ever passed his State Alchemist exam. The “Fullmetal” Alchemist, more like the “Brat” Alchemist. Sometimes, he forgot the boy was even in the military. Still even with his younger brother’s polite mannerisms, the Stained Glass Alchemist felt his life had gone to the worst since they entered it.

Especially with that they subjected him to whenever they came through Central. Coming to his house, freeloading inside of it- while Edward dared to complain that he never kept any food in the house. Elias wasn’t sure how many times he had reminded him that he couldn’t cook. The worst offenses were when they dragged him out of his home to join them in something involving their research or military duties. Like that damned mining town, that had left him coughing, sputtering, and falling into minor asthmatic fits for months after it had happened.

Or leaving him to be subjected to the horror of Maes Hughes and his love for his daughter.

The entirety of the Issac Mcdougal incident that Elias would have been happy to have slept through.

He had to actually take another job in Central just to prevent them from dragging him with them to Reole, because he was not their always available servant or travel companion. 

But this? This was perhaps their worst offense yet. Alphonse had dared to smuggle a cat inside of his house- a brown tabby that was sitting on his table, blinking up at him with bright green eyes. Ed and Al were also both at the table, Edward burying himself in a sandwich- the ingredients of which he practically twisted Elias’ arm into buying when Elias picked them up from the train station. Al was staring down at the table, with the chair he was sitting in struggling not to buckle under the weight of that empty hunk of armor.

“Alphonse. Edward.” Elias’ tries to keep his voice calm, but there’s an icy edge creeping into it. “What is this?”

“It’s a cat…” Alphonse muttered.

“Alright. Now why is it in my house?”

"...I dunno," was the boy's quiet reply. Elias' eye twitched.

"Alphonse Elric, I'm going to ask you again. And I want a better answer than I don't know." He said firmly.

{Read the Rest of the Fic Here}