#oc: clara 💜

[impish-baby]

Oc intro: Clara, yandere mother - 💜

It's hard being a working woman and taking care of a household, but Clara has done her best. Her children are... well enough, all things considered. She's bathed, clothed, and fed them all these years. They should be grateful. They've had a roof over their heads, and they can still live at home rent-free. That's more than some kids can say!

Her oldest don't really talk to her, and that's fine. They're just young and don't understand. She can wait out whatever tantrum the twins are throwing. They'll get over it eventually, they always did when they were younger. Her middle son has some behavioral issues, but no child can be perfect. Jaiden still does his best, thats all she can ask for even if the boy is prickly at times. (Thankfully, the fighting phase stopped in high school...) Her youngest has never stirred up any trouble, at least.

....come to think of it, she hasn't seen you around lately. Usually, you're in the common areas of the house, hovering around like a fly. But Clara doesn't recall seeing you this morning. Huh.. When she checks your room it only brings more questions than answers. It's... a mess. Not the normal kind of mess you might expect from a teenager or young adult, no, the room is partially trashed.

Drawers are ripped from the dresser, posters are torn off of the wall, it's like a tornado happened. Clara stands in the doorway for a very very long time, barely processing what she's looking at. it's completely unlike her youngest to leave anything a reck. Especially one that looks like it was done in a rage.. so where are you?

There isn't any sign of where you could be or when you're coming back. It's concerning. She's sure you didn't run off, you know better. The twins at least said goodbye and properly packed their things before leaving. But other than the mess, the room is practically untouched. Clara's lip is raw by the time she snaps herself out of the stupor she was in, bending down to pick up a shattered picture frame after a moment. She.. didn't know you had this. The photo is old, back when all of her children were still living at home. It's probably the last time everyone took a photo together..

....when was the last time she actually saw you? She can't seem to recall the last conversation she had with you or how long your hair is, and the more Clara thinks about it, the more troubling it gets. Why didn't she notice your absence sooner? Did you run? Where to? With basically nothing besides the clothes on your back? Darling..

[artsy-imogen]

*(a guest arrives at MK's quarters)* 💙🍵

✩ gotta look clean for the Queen ! x3✨ wonder what they are building,, 🤫

✩ (ps. your art is literally so gorgeous I adore your style sm ;v;✨✨)

[lady-bess]

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Hello, and welcome to my Masterlist! Grab a snack, two fingers of whiskey, and take a look at what I've got to offer! 🥃

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Current Series: Fallout (Jack Daniels x F!Reader) Most Recent One-Shot Release: "Lost In The Darkness" - (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

One-Shots

"Petals" - Jack Daniels x F!OC (Tumblr Ask/Prompt) "Something Sweet" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Departure" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "After Hours" - Jack Daniels x GN!Reader (A03) "Fright" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Swing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "The Perfect Fit" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Preposterous Thing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Homeward Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Restless" - young! Jack Daniels x F!Reader "The Lodger" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Dessert" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Chasing The Sun" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Afternoon Intrusions" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Lesson Learned" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Closing Time" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Disciplinary" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Jack-mas Christmas Drabbles" - Jack Daniels x AFAB/ F!Reader (A03) "Fallout" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Birthday Wishes" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "The Headache" - Joel Miller x GN!Reader (A03) "Foolish" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "Lost In The Darkness" - Joel Miller x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Getting In A Pickle" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Take A Seat" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Hot Nights in Colombia" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) "My, Oh My" - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Monday Morning" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) - collaboration with @joels-darlin 💕

One-Shots

"Drive Me Wild" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Return To Me" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Longing" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Sundress" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Birthday Boy" - Javi G x F!Reader (A03) "Behave Yourself" - Javi G x AFAB!Reader (No pronouns used)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Heist" - Javi G x F!Reader - COMING SOON

One-Shots

"Three's A Crowd" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Breaking the Barrier" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Watch & Learn" - Dave York x Javi Gutierrez x AFAB!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Just A Date" - Multiple Pedro Character fic x GN!Reader "Mutually Beneficial" - Javier Peña x Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

Much loved characters, but so far only 1-2 fics to their name 💜

One-Shots

"Understanding" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Now You See Me" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Clean Up" - Max Phillips x F!Reader (A03) "Hypercharged In Hyperspace" - Din Djarin x F!Reader (A03) "Trust" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "On The Nature of Daylight" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "Rookie Mistake" - Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"A Brand New Start" - Agent Ortega x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Salvation" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Clara Oswald (A03) "Run" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03) "Rose Petals Blossom" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Rose Tyler (A03) "Precious Moments With You" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Paint The Town Red" - Ginger Ale (Kingsman) x F!Reader Seasons Of Life Writing Challenge - for @fanfictionoverload

[norikokimura]

(Hello there! Seeing a PMMM OC blog follow me is sooo exciting, especially since it’s so rare. I’m currently in the process of slowly coming back from my unexpected hiatus, but I’m extremely excited for future interactions with you and your dear character. If you need any help with navigating anything regarding the PMMM franchise, please let me know since PMMM is my favorite franchise. My DM and inbox are always open! By the way, I love you write the Clara Dolls. As someone who obviously adores them, I love seeing them present on your blog. I hope you don’t mind this somewhat lengthy ask. 💜)

((Hello there! You were actually the first blog I followed! I'm extremely new to the scene, I don't know anyone, so I'm thankful for your warm words! I feel like I've kinda missed a more active era in PMMM RP, but with the new movie coming soon(ish) and Magia Exedra existing, we'll see some more people in the space... surely! I hope all is getting better in your life now! Welcome back from your hiatus, even if it's a slow return! I look forward to working together on something soon! And thank you for enjoying my writing, specifically the Clara Dolls! There will also be Lotte soon enough, though I imagine them more rigid and less giddy. I don't intend on roleplaying as the other girls, but I do want to establish that Noriko's had dealings with Devil Homura in the past, before interacting with the multiverse that is the PMMM RPC. I'm happy to receive a long ask, so long as you don't mind a longer answer! Thank you again!))

[esta-elavaris]

Flufftober Day 14: "I hate it." "No you don't." - Cutler Beckett/OC [2,799 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here 💜✨

I was trying to figure out how the hell to write Beckett in a romantic setting and my brain gave me toxic power couple, enjoy. This is more hurt/comfort with eventual kinda-sorta fluff than anything else, but I did my best and so no one can judge me xoxo

It was the evening of her husband’s farewell party before he departed for the Caribbean, and Lady Clara Beckett was a woman on a mission. She had been ever since her dear husband had announced he would not be bringing her with him when he set sail, citing that it was too dangerous and that there was no real need for her to be there - wording that had earned him a look that said more than an earful ever might. But good reason had failed, her discussions with him had been for naught, and he had resolved not to listen. So now, there was only time left for dirty tactics.

He had no right to be too cross about that. It was something he often revelled in, and while she couldn’t give him the credit in saying she’d learned it from him, watching his actions certainly encouraged her. Clara suspected he found it charming at times – but she knew tonight would not be one of those times. She wasn’t even sure she wanted it to be one of those times, her annoyance at now being bloody well listened to warring with her fury at how calm and impassive he was as she’d argued her case. No, she couldn’t quite decide if her plan for the night was with the aim of ‘winning’, or just of royally annoying him.

Although with two goals, she was more likely to achieve at least one of them, was she not?

Her maid did not seem to think so, if the silence in which she dressed her was anything to go by. Clara cared little. It at least saved her from any inane conversation – focused instead on the overall effect. Straight from the court of Louis XV, the gown was red silk, simple and sophisticated without frills or lace. Primarily because none was needed, as the neckline spoke for itself, dipping so far down that it exposed the curve of the pale, smooth underside of her breasts. Were she more well-endowed, it would’ve appeared obscene. Thankfully, she was fairly certain she could just get away with it.

Rubies dangled from her ears, bringing out the warmth of her dark locks where they were piled artfully atop her head, but when the maid brought out the matching necklace, Clara waved her away. It would ruin the effect.

With the maid dismissed thereafter, she had a moment alone to steel herself for what lay ahead. Standing, she inspected her reflection one last time and found that she rather liked what she saw, her dark eyes staring cooly back at her. Then, she took in a deep breath – and found it was a good thing they were throwing a dinner party and not a ball, for the dress would never remain in place for something like dancing – and then made for the door.

 A footman was striding down the corridor as she stepped out, and when he saw her, he froze, and then did his utmost to keep his eyes firmly glued upon her face. Clara took that as a good sign, but kept any indication of that to herself.

“Lord Beckett?” she asked.

“His…study, my lady. Seeing to a handful of letters before your guests arrive.”

“Very well, thank you,” she nodded, and made her way there – her shoulders squaring and her chin raising more and more with every step.

Her husband was indeed in his study, alone behind the great mahogany desk, his eyes fixed firmly on whatever it was he was writing now. She knew not why he would leave any correspondence so late, but no doubt there was a reason behind it – there was a reason behind everything he did. They had that in common.

Stepping inside without announcing herself, she swept her way towards the chair before the desk and sank casually into it, leaning back and watching him with great patience. He looked up, his quill stilled, and a great splotch of ink fell down atop the letter.

Clara smiled. Cutler did not.

“Absolutely not,” he said firmly.

Only once he’d managed to lift his gaze to her eyes.

“It’s from Paris,” she said, her tone light.

“Then the French can let their wives wear them. Change, Clara. Immediately.”

“Take me with you to Jamaica. Tomorrow.”

Realisation hit him then – visibly, his jaw clenching as he heaved a great sigh, leaning back in his chair as he considered her like she was some new great opponent. His head was already in whatever games lay ahead, then. Or perhaps he simply saw her as good practise. There was something flattering in that.

“No,” he said.

Clara shrugged.

“Then it appears we’re at an impasse.”

“So that’s your plan, then, is it? To flounce around showing me precisely what it is I’ll be missing, as if I’m not already well aware?”

His tone might’ve been scathing if not for the certain note of excitement threatening to slip through his annoyance. He did so enjoy their little games.

“You, and everybody else,” she smirked.

Annoyance prevailed then, for he seemed to like that notion even less than his first assumption. Much to her delight. It wasn’t so much, she knew, about the prospect of other men seeing and desiring what was his – for what good was a beautiful wife if not for that very purpose? So long as she never let them think they had a chance in hell (and they never did – infuriating as he was, she was rather fond of her husband), he liked that aspect of things. No, his reservations here would lie in what his leaving behind a woman such as her suggested about his wits. Which was exactly what she intended. She wanted everybody to look at him tonight, after looking at her for a good long while, and wonder if he’d lost his mind in deciding to let her out of his sight.

“Change your dress, Clara,” he ordered. “You have countless other very becoming ones. Choose one of them, and wear that instead.”

Flattery would get him nowhere. Downstairs, the sound of the servants admitting the first of their guests into the house echoed throughout, and her smiled shifted into a smirk as she rose to her feet.

“Would you look at that? I’m afraid it’s too late.”

Turning, she strode to the door of his office before pausing and turning back to him, drawing herself up to her full height as she posed with all the elegance she could muster. Which, as it was, happened to be rather a lot.

“You haven’t said what you think of the dress.”

He scowled at her. “I hate it.”

Clara grinned, seeing through the assertion immediately – rather helped by how, despite his protests, his eyes were glued to her figure.

“No you don’t,” she said.

Their guests were more people whom they were supposed to like rather than those they really held in any high regard. Then again, did anybody really like anybody in London? Neighbours, business associates, and not quite anybody who would be offended at the lack of an invite but instead those whose offense would actually matter, should it come to that.

Lady Clara Beckett greeted them all warmly, tittering appropriately over the origins of their silverware, or the sofa on which they sat as they waited for dinner to be served, or the year on the fine bottles of wine served – and, of course, the dress.

If Cutler was still cross with her (which she knew he was) he did it almost immaculately well, engaging in small-talk over his upcoming journey, talking in serious tones about the threat of the pirate problem, and humming with a great deal of false humility over what his chances may or may not have been at stamping it all out.

Of course, she said “almost” immaculately, for there was one sore spot. One of his good friends – or allies, rather – a fellow Lord, had seen fit to bring his son along with him. Said son was but a year older than Clara, and had presented a rather strong case for her hand way back when she’d still had to endure things like courting and what her potential prospects were. Alexander had never had a chance at “winning” her, but he didn’t seem to know that. Nor did he seem to have much care for his own wife – a boring little Blowsabella who scarcely seemed able to say three words without blushing, as though fearing they were the wrong ones, leaving Clara pitying the lobster that had to die to feed such a bore tonight. Instead, Alexander instead spent much of the evening all but glued to Clara instead, doing his utmost to be charming.

To his credit, he was rather good at it.

No doubt he smelled blood in the water, knowing her husband would soon depart and leave her alone for what could be years.

The evening was a roaring success, as all evenings she put together were. The conversation flowed nicely, dinner was impeccable, and the drinks that followed were so jolly that they were all very reluctant to leave thereafter. She had to suppress a smirk when Alexander’s father leaned in close to Cutler as he left, his face flushed with drink, saying in what he likely thought was a whisper.

“You must be out of your mind to leave a woman like that behind, my dear fellow. Out of your mind!”

His son looked very self-satisfied to hear it, shooting her a look that could only be described as scheming as he herded his wife out of the door. It closed behind them, and she knew her husband had caught the look thanks to how his hands curled into fists at his sides.

“That went rather well, I thought,” she said happily.

“I suppose you were particularly pleased with those parting comments at the end, there,” his tone was scathing.

It rather warmed her.

“If the opinions men hold over your decision to leave me behind bothers you so greatly, perhaps you might rethink those very actions in the first place. When has what others said ever bothered you when you knew the course of action you were taking was the right one?”

“Perhaps the opinions of others bother me when those opinions were cajoled by my wife behaving like a common whore! Perhaps it’s not my present decisions that concern me, but instead the decision I made not one full year ago when I chose such a woman over one who would know her place and do as she was damn well told!”

Silence hung in the air when he was finished. Clara was content to let it remain there, watching him without respond, allowing him to fully consider precisely what it was he’d just said to her. For the first time ever – in all the time that she’d known him – her husband looked alarmed, the fury slipping from his face like rain from a windowpane.

“Clara…darling…” he sighed.

Darling, was it? He only broke out the terms of endearment in truly dire circumstances. Her expression must have been thunderous, then.

“I wish you safe passage on your travels, husband. I’m rather tired, so I’m afraid I won’t be awake to see you off come morning. You may write, if you so wish,” her tone was clipped, and there was a finality to her words.

Although it would be a good long while before he got any response beyond what was entirely necessary – information as to the running of the household, and so on.

The only way she allowed her temper to shine through was in how she snatched her hand away when he reached for it, rising to her feet and leaving the room. The maid noted the curl of her lip and her silence well enough, dressing her for bed and binding her thick dark hair into a long plait behind her head with no attempt at chit-chat, finally leaving the room swiftly thereafter.

Once the door clicked shut behind her, Clara rested her elbows atop the vanity and sighed heavily. How dare he? More infuriatingly still, he’d left her feeling as though she had done something wrong. Not in her manner of dress – she would wear whatever she damn well pleased within the bounds of good taste and propriety. And what did men know of fashion, anyhow? No, what she was questioning was the goodbye she'd offered. Paltry. Cold, even, considering it would be at least a year before they saw one another again. More, conceivably.

But what else could a man expect, upon likening his wife to a whore? And as for his other assertion – the mere suggestion that he’d ever be content with some insipid little fool who simpered and smiled and did not know precisely who and what he was. It would have been hilarious, were it not so insulting.

She been lying in her bed, glaring at the canopy for some time when a knock sounded at her door. Instantly she knew it was him, despite the fact that he never knocked. So she rolled over and put her back to the door, just in time for it to open. Footsteps, muffled by the rug, drew near and then the bed behind her sank as he sat down.

“I’ve spoken to your maid. She believes she can have your belongings packed and ready to go come morning.”

Clara scoffed.

“To what end?”

“You are my wife. Your place is by my side.”

“Yes, well I’m sure there’ll be many bored ladies in Port Royal eager to warm your bed when you make port, so you shan’t miss me. You said it yourself, I do not know my place. I should hate to change that now.”

“You know that isn’t true. None of it.”

“An hour ago, I might’ve thought not. Then, however, you likened me to a whore and everything was made quite clear.”

“You’re coming with me to Jamaica. Would I decide that if I thought you a whore?”

“I suppose it depends on the hourly rate. I’m not going.”

“Clara.”

“I’m not. And I’m not just saying it so that you might convince me otherwise, I’m saying it because I know you changed your mind solely to stop me from being cross with you. I don’t want to win – not anymore. Not that way, in any case. I’ll get up in the morning and see you off if that’ll convince you that I mean it. But I will not go.”

The bed behind her rose, indicating he’d stood, and something within Clara seized up – devastation outweighing the relief that he’d finally listened to her. But then he rounded the bed instead, coming to sit before her. She could not roll onto her other side without the display bordering on the ridiculous, so she forced her face to remain stony as she regarded him. He’d undressed before coming here – now in a nightshirt and devoid of his wig. It was almost easy to forget who he was, and what he was capable, without all of the finery and the accoutrements that went into Lord Beckett being Lord Beckett, his dark hair sticking up here and there.

She would not allow herself to be charmed by it; for that was likely his intention.

“Come with me to Jamaica,” he said. “Please. Not because you’re cross, and not because it shall mean you have won, but because you are my wife, and I’ve little wish to spend the next year or more without you. Tonight has shown me that well enough.”

Clara stared, pushing herself up so that she was sitting upright. Because he never said please. He’d proposed with less heart than what he’d just shown now. Her eyes lowered, and she angrily urged herself to get a grip – a fire blazing in her gaze when she met his eye again.

“Never use that word to refer to me again,” she warned.

He weighed the response, nodding slowly and then finding her hand amidst the covers. “So long as you never grow predictable. So long as you never bore me.”

She could promise well enough that she’d never do that. Based on the rueful smirk on his face as she slid over to admit him into her bed, he knew that well enough.

Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune

[auburnitzy]

What inspires you to make such good and beautiful plus amazing awesome OC’s???

(Btw I 💜 your OC it’s so cute and amazing!)

I tend to be very picky when designing characters. I look at a character and add details to them until I'm satisfied. I also look at characters I like and get inspired by them!!

Nawa Elyas is inspired by

- scribs design of Eliza Hamilton (hairstyle)

- Sangonomiya Kokomi from Genshin (dragon/fish features)

- Setsuna Haichi from Love Letter (Cancelled game from a while ago.) (hairstyle and bow hair tie)

- Rayla from the Dragon Prince (hair color for s3-s4)

- Maria Clara from Maria Clara at Ibarra (TV show in the Philippines!) (natural hair texture)

Lucky / Qi Mingxia is inspired by

- Ningguang from Genshin (forehead tassel)

- D.Va (Gremlin) from Overwatch (attitude)

- MK from Monkie Kid (colors and design)

- Nawa (hairstyle)

- Nezha and LBD (hair buns)

Cris / Qi Haoran is inspired by

- Nawa (My OC. If I'm doing fankids, I just tend to fuse their parents' designs!)

- Modern-fashion Scaramouche fanart (attitude and design)

I tend to reference from the characters listed above, and diverge and change the designs a bit so it wouldn't be too similar! Looking at Pinterest also helps.

[cloudburst05]

💜OC-tober day 3: Modern AU

Clara and Albert usually meet in the woods during the 1890s, but today, she found him swinging his legs atop a streetlight in the 2010s

[romances-not-tragedies]

Song Pic Saying tag

Thanks to @winterandwords for the tag! This one is new to me and it looks like a lot of fun.

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art etc) and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

May I present Clarisse Berenguer of the Renegade Heiresses?

I don't start shit but I can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even So on the weekends, I don't dress for friends Lately I've been dressing for revenge

[...]

While he's been doin' lines and crossin' all of mine Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI I don't dress for villains, or for innocents I'm on my vigilante shit again

[Photo by cottonbro studio: https://www.pexels.com/photo/photo-of-woman-s-fingers-on-the-edge-of-the-glass-7299588/]

The dark alleyways could either be your ally or your enemy. At least that was what Clara de Ocampo—non, Clarisse Berenguer—believed as she pulled down the brim of her hat while keeping her eyes on the road. The weight of her .38 Smith and Wesson revolver was heavy in the pocket of her dress skirt and her small knife cold against her hip and held by the stocking garter. It was funny how she used to fear the dark, only to slowly, gradually embrace its constancy in life. Either you took advantage of the dark or let yourself be swallowed by it.

Tagging @avoidingcertaindoom, @artbyeloquent and @moonshinemagpie if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💜

[our-very-souls-do-echo]

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💜 violet (chaoui) 💙 she/her 🔮 #mylittlelove

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🟣 l i n k s spotify . pinterest . bg3 blog

🟣 a b o u t Unlike my bg3 blog, and despite my Gale inspired username, this blog is multi-fandom and a place to post my art. On this blog I love to celebrate female stories and all shades and types of femininity. I do not post fandom discourse (I do have opinions) but I have better things to do than argue with people over fictional characters.

🟣 t o p ( 10 ) f a n d o m s asoiaf . star wars . lotr . marvel . star trek . d&d . elder scrolls . chronicles of prydain . firefly . doctor who

🟣 t o p ( 10 ) f a v o r i t e c h a r a c t e r s daenerys targaryen . padme amidala . arya stark . sansa stark . wanda maximoff . daisy johnson . serana . clara oswald . eilonwy (from chronicles of prydain and my oc’s namesake) . gale dekarios

🟣 o r i g i n a l c h a r a c t e r s ➤ bg3 ☀️ eilonwy obarskyr (she/her) human | neutral good | wizard: school of bladesinging | noble | gale romance gale/eilonwy tag: your knight in magic armor

🛡️ser baelin egremont (he/him)

human | lawful good | paladin: oath of the crown | purple dragon of cormyr | no romance ➤ d&d campaign 🌊 stormi seaborn (she/her) half-elf | choatic good | storm sorcerer (pirate) | navigator on the albatross ➤ skyrim 🔥 luthien (she/her) breton | mage | college of winterhold | the companions | dawnguard ➤ star trek 🌟 brax (he/him) romulan | romulan star empire | sub-commander 💫 daphne crusher (she/her) human | starfleet | security officer

[syaolaurant]

*Dives into your inbox.

HI!!! Just jumping in here to scream because my OC Clara from my HL Seb fic is also a watercolor artist!! 💕🩵

And scrolling through all of your art just made me so happy🥹🩵

I am loving the one with the stained glass window!

That's it. That's the ask 💕

Ohhhh Thank you so much you are so sweet 🥹🥹💛💛💛 I definitely need to check your fics and I think Clara and Violette could be good friends 😊 ☺️ Violette is no artist but she likes contemplating art in general.

I'm glad that my painting could make you happy 😊 💜💜 I'm also having fun being parts of this fandom everyone is so nice and supportive. Thanks again for supporting me and wish you'll have a nice day 🌟🌟

[impish-baby]

Hey, could I have more HIWTHI content please? Possibly with them finding out reader would write in their journal a lot, possibly hinting towards reader having large amounts of self worth issues, and instead of them leaving because no one notices them, reader left because they feel like a burden?

I’m particularly interested in Marcus and the twins reacting.

Also, please make sure to take care of yourself. I love all of your writing, but no one will ever blame you for taking a break. Also, please stay hydrated.

-🌙

👀 close to something that would happen canonically actually!!

HIWTHI cast's reaction to reader's journal

(Trigger warnings: reader's struggles with self worth, mentioned/referenced suicide)

Marcus feels like a complete and utter failure as a father. No matter how cold or stern he is with his children, he does love all of them with everything in him. So the fact that you feel like a burden? That you felt like a waste of space in your own home? He hangs his head in shame.

Doesn't even bother with asking why you didn't speak up, he's well aware that this is his own shortcoming. It's his fault, that's the simple truth of the matter.

Once you are back home, you're required to start therapy. He'll even let you do in person instead of online if you promise to actually give it a shot, Marcus legitimately wants (needs) you to get better. He has no delusions of their being an overnight change, and so he tries to go at your pace.

There's lots of long conversations, firm reminders that you are loved and of value no matter what. Especially at night, he'll sit at the end of your bed and tell you how much you mean to him. He'd go on until he's blue in the face if that's what it takes for you to believe his words.

Clara refuses to believe what she's read for a long while. She knows it's real, she has the proof held in her hands. Just... her child, her baby, was struggling with almost the same thing she was. And she didn't know. She didn't know and now they're gone.

If she wasn't worried about reader before, she's actually terrified now. The worst outcome is going through her mind, because really, what was stopping you from doing something dangerous? Clara is constantly eyeing the news, fear eating her alive.

The next time she sees you, you're getting the tightest hug. The woman sobbing into your shoulder, thanking whatever higher being that her baby is safe.

You aren't allowed to have sharp objects, unportioned medication, or anything that could be used to harm one's self anymore. Clara doesn't care, she's not leaving a chance. She knows what it's like being in that state of mind. She'll be dammed if she doesn't start acting like a mother should and protecting her child.

Jack is bawling his eyes out right away. The pen ink in your diary smudging as his tears hit the paper. You...oh god..

He feels like the shitiest person on earth, he doesn't deserve to call himself an older brother. He knew Jaiden had his struggles, and now this..

He pockets the journal. Jack reads it as some form of punishment. You suffered with this, he'll suffer with it too. When you're back home, he's trying his best to include you in everything.

Movie nights, board games, he comes up with anything and everything so you can spend time together. See? He has fun with you, he likes hanging out with you, you aren't a burden..

Theo feels bitter, resentful. At your parents, at themselves, at the fact that you felt that way. His resolve to find you becomes ten times stronger, there isn't a single doubt in their mind that you need to come home.

Much like Marcus, they'll affirm how much you're loved and wanted any chance they get. Theo cages you in their arms and mumbles praises for what feels like forever. They'll even go into morbid detail about how everyone fell apart while you were gone just to prove how needed you are.

Jaiden is tempted to rip the pages out. He goes through a rollercoaster of emotions.

At first, he's pissed. That you didn't say anything, that you didn't do anything to get help, that you just sat there and felt fucking miserable for years-

He's ashamed. Deeply, deeply ashamed.

It feels.. awkward between you. Jaiden stares constantly, like he's never seen you before. When he finally breaks down sobbing, he's willing to beg at your feet if you'd forgive him for being such a horrible big brother

[manyfandomocs]

 💜 + Wesley

Idk why I'm just churning these out today but here we go

Autumn Ambrosia (The idea of them being child stars together just got me thinking and she was probably his first crush)

Cecily Vanderbilt (Political girl and child actor they would be that couple)

Clara Lennox (He knew her when he lived in London for a shoot or West End performance or something)

Colette Garrel-Waldorf (I mean I think we've talked about them but just for list sake)

Kyla Keller (We've definitely talked about them but for the list)

Lena Bergmann II (Like I said on her list I think they'd be very soft and nice)

Olivia Olsen (I feel like another pairing her parents would approve of more than anything)

Send me 💜 + one of my ocs and I’ll tell you one (or more) of your ocs that gives me romantic vibes with them

[enchantedchocolatebars]

6

Writer ask fanfic game here.

6. What ship(s) captured your heart?

This year? Easy!

• Mikurin (Miku x Rin) 💙 💛

• Lumity (Luz x Amity) 💖 💜 💙 💟

• Calara (Caleb x Clara [My Wittewife oc]) 🧡 💛

Commission art here.

• Phamelie / Amelip (Philip x Amelie [oc]) (art + story about them here Amelie belongs to @dannystarsstuff / @starishome) 💜 🤎

• Persephone [@persephoneflowerpetals] x Hades (story here). 💖 💙

• And finally, CAMILIP (Camila x Beardo Philip) ❤️ 🤎

• Au content is here and commission art is here.

[night-rhea]

I was doodling something for myself and suddenly i realized i wanna talk.

(doodle might not make any sense shh lets ignore it djjdjdjjd)

I wanna talk about Rhea's in general, the Rhea curse that i never explained and the Night's life during Hogwarts years.

Maybe i will do it in parts, to not make anyone bored while reading it. Lets focus on basic info about Rhea's for now.

İf you have time for a story, come on in. I have tea for us 💜

/I must add this as tw just to be safe, there is mention of suicide/

Ah im bit nervous. İ have never been good to explain things you know. But we are here having tea, yes i actually do have with me, so i wanna relax a bit. Talking about my oc should be fun right?

Tho the reason for my nervous state is actually me not have been in the fandom for a while. Because of, you know, real life. İt was tough, nothing to worry about tho, but still i feel like i missed so much about the mc's and the creators i love. More than missing it, the guilt that i havent been supporting my fandom friends, and maybe not knowing if there are people i might make uncomfortable by reaching them. (Fandom dramas was weird) That guilt made me stay even more away. But i missed terribly to be there just simping over silly things.

So i dont wanna overthink, i just wanna share Night's story that i have been kinda proud of having it. Thanks for joining me here today~

Maybe because its Eid im emotional today, alright time to get started!

İ created an image for Night, as i claim its fifth year Night. The Night who is loud as fuk, run and fly around in castle, messes up with Merula's hair in both human and hawk form, overexcited about having chocolate, cant sit still without annoying Cordell on daily basis, greets everyone with a big smile but still shy to actually talk, makes you wonder how someone can be even more loud when they are on Quidditch pitch.

The Night you know i assume, also hope the one you love.

Even though i dont really talk about Cordell, he is very important part of Night's life. Seriously how much i actually did talk about him?

Did you know he doesnt have coffee tolerance? Like one cup of coffee and he will be up all night. Did you know his favorite color is actually brown but he doesnt actually own anything with that color? Did you know despite not accepting it out loud he see himself as big brother to Night and this is why he is always so annoyed by them?

*sigh* To understand Night and Cordell's teenager years we must know about the house they grow up. We must know what kind of family was Rhea's.

Their home was rather b i g, having all the Rhea families in it. Night like to call it a Castle. Stone cold, unnececcarily big and unnececcarily important to family members. There is something off about that 'castle' to make every elder to want to own it. Night and Cordell doesnt know it yet.

They will learn.

Here let me show you the family tree to make it bit easier. Dont worry you dont need to remember everyone.

This is how big Rhea's were actually. As you can see there were even in family marriages, thankfully with new generations it didnt happen again.

Jocelyn married into another family, Weston married with a man who his family didnt wanted and even adopted three kid. These twos own family doesnt count as Rhea's anymore,unfortunatelly.

Back then before the first big war with Voldemort, everything was more simple in Rhea household. Night and Yakup's dad Matthew (yes another mc dad name...) was the head of the house. Yakup, Night, their mother Seline and Matthew was staying in the center of the castle.

At their right, there was Cordell and his family. He, his mother Esther Black, his father Jonathan (he is someone who you will need to remember later) and.. His big sister Clara. Yes i will talk about her in a while.

At their left there was Jonathan and Matthew (the Rhea brothers) cousin Zachary's family. He was married with someone from Rosier family, Teresa Rozier and they had three kids named Belinda Healy and Daniel.

Even if the castle was not the liveliest place, the kids didnt stop being kids of course. The laughs of Yakup, Night and their cousins were the probably only things make the building look like a real house.

Rhea's were Death Eaters. This is no secret. So what happened to them after war?

İ hope this is easy to understand

So as you can see they are no longer a big family. Now in that big castle there is only grandmother Lydia;Cordell and his father Jonathan; Night, Yakup and their mother Seline lives. Zachary's son Daniel was sent to France to relatives of his mother Teresa.

Just, basic info for today. There is maaany scandals i need to tell you about them but shhh not today.

I said Matthew (Night's father) is the head of the house. Why? Because he was the only one who was born as Legilimens AND was able to master Occlumency. Here another chart of Rhea's but this time with their abilities

Yakup being just like his father made Matthew the one in power in family. 'But Jonathan has Clara who is also Legilimens. Why not them?'

Well..

Thats where the curse of Rhea's enters.

Grandmother Lydia liked very much to tell her grandchildren the story of first Rhea's. After all its about how their blood got blessed with knowledge of finding the truth, its the reason their family has much power in their hands now.

She says, humans didnt learn the art of reaching minds secrets. They gained it by blood.

She says, that form of art was unique to dragons. Unique to their blood.

She says it was a woman from Rhea's who is known to kill a dragon for the first time, in history. She was the first one who dared to drink dragons blood as well.

That woman is now known the creator of Legilimency.

Occlumency, in the other hand, was perfected by her husband.

What Grandmother Lydia didnt talk about was, how that first Legilimens died. How she and her oen mind seperated into two beings in one body.

And how this lack of control passed by blood since generations.

The Curse of Rhea's is, basically, what we can call as Alter Ego actually. One's mind holds onto one strong feeling, and makes it into something real. Turns it into something the one can hear can see but mostly can understand. Of course it has many effects on the ones life, but thats actually what it is.

Let me explain it with Clara. Because she is the last victim of that curse.

Clara is only two year older than Yakup. Since she is the oldest one between Rhea Brothers childrens, she grew up with so many expectation on her. She was expected to be perfect, in every way. And Clara, despite all the efforts she puts into making herself the perfect one, got never used to the feeling of being afraid of being wrong. Doing wrong. Saying wrong. Looking wrong. She was afraid. She was mostly afraid of her father. So, so afraid that it was enough for her mind to turn her fears into something real.

Her curse, was in form of butterflies. Purple, little butterflies.

Clara would scream whenever she sees one, Cordell was never succesfull about making her believe there is no butterflies in room.

She would never wear any of her clothes if she sees any butterfly touch it.

She was talking about how loud these butterflies were. They always knew when Clara was going fail. They always knew how Clara was going to fail. They always knew who Clara was going to fail.

Cordell never understand where are his sisters butterflies. And why she hates them. And why she keeps them if she hates them that much.

İt was middle of night when the worst of it happened. Cordell's room was closest to hers, so he was the first one who woke up to her screams. He rushed to her room.

He was only six, when he saw his sister holding her head between her hands.

He was only six, when she pushed him away so hard that he fell from the bed he climbed to comfort her.

He was only six, when she fell top of him, her hands on his neck, her eyes glowing purple.

He was only six, when she screamed on his face that she hates 'her' . That she wanted 'her' gone. That she is gonna make sure 'she' is gone.

Suddenly she just left his neck, stood up, picked up her wand.

That was the first time Cordell saw the butterflies. They were everywhere. On everything in room, on Clara. There was so many butterflies on Clara. She couldnt even see now. She couldnt even breathe now. She could barely lift her wand, and Cordell didnt even hear the spell she whispered.

When the first light of flames shined on the tip of her wand, he run away from room.

Next morning, there wasnt any room behind that door. There was no one named Clara in Rhea family photos. And there was no sister Cordell remembered.

So what if Cordell hate the color of purple but doesnt know why? İt doesnt have to have any reason at all. What if Cordell is very sensitive about self harm? What if Cordell cant stand seeing butterflies? There is no need for a reason. Right?

(There will be only one person who is both alive and remembers Clara. İ cant wait to Cordell to figure out everything already)

İ think this is great place to stop for now.

Wow you listened to me until here, thank you for your patience :')

İm aware i didnt explain everything or in every way, but its still a start right? At least now you know Night lives with his mother, uncle and Cordell now. And what happened to other family members.

Most importantly now you know something effected huge to Cordell's life. You know why Cordell can be overprotective of Night even if it only shows in form of he getting angry at Night about almost everything.

İn the next part i wanna talk about first three years of them in Hogwarts. And this include the cousins friendship with Rowan and Barnaby mostly! With Merula and Ben following of course~

You would make me very happy if you let me know what you think. İm normally anxious about posting just a writing without any art about it buuut here we aree~

💜 Thank you, see you next time 💜

[chosenimagines]

Jokes (Spencer Reid)

Fandom: [8] (E) Criminal Minds Teaser:  The BAU has a new case and like always the reader makes jokes to make things easier for them. But suddenly Reid seems to have a problem… Prompts: - AU: - Tropes: (11) Enemies to Friends OC:  Reader named Eliza Warnings: - Language: German/English Request: Yes/No by @snoopitude

Link for Request board & the request 

A/N:  The change from Enemies to Lovers to Enemies to Friends is something snoopitude and I agreed on so please don’t come at me for changing it!

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"Clara Hanson! 11 years old. She is the daughter of attorney Theo Moore. She got her last name from her mother, who was never married to Moore. Clara lived with her until her mother's death two years ago!", Penelope Garcia informed her team and gave Spencer Reid, the only agent at the table without a tablet, an old-fashioned case file while her colleagues studied the case on their tablets. Penelope cleared her throat before moving on. 

"Poor girl! Except for this stroke of fate, the life of Mother and daughter was inconspicuous. No enemies, no major fights! A picture-perfect family, if you will." One click later, the mentioned attorney appeared on the television screen. "Our incredible single father-attorney Theo Moore lives just as inconspicuously. At least he has a simple life for a man of his pay grade and an outstanding lawyer who wins every case devastatingly. Moore finances the private school, to which he sends his daughter, with his hard-earned money. Clara has excellent grades, few friends, but there is no one to find who says a single bad word about her. No classmate, no teacher." "Let me guess!", Eliza interfered and looked up from her tablet. She leaned back in her chair. A mischievous grin adorned her lips. "Let me guess! Our super-class star attorney is popular and even his colleagues want to throw themselves at his neck despite defeat in court." "100 points for our funny beauty in the front row!", said Garcia, pointing to her colleague with her pink pompom pencil.  Eliza winked at the technical analyst. "Only 100? I clearly deserve more for being on point." This actually elicited a smile from Garcia despite the delicate case. Then her little smile disappeared and she sighed. "She has been missing for seven hours now," she concluded the presentation of the case. Penelope hastily raised her index finger. "My dearest genius, we all know the child abduction statistics by heart now. So you definitely don't have to rattle them down! So you save me goose bumps and you can save your breath. You'd rather use that breath to tell me that you have an idea where the little one is or who has this sweet, innocent girl!" Reid had taken his typical thinking pose. Leaning back, one leg on the ground and the other foot above his knee. Except for the index fingers, whose crests grazed his lower lip, his fingers were crossed. He furrowed as he stared at the screen. "Most kidnappers are found in the family environment.", Reid said. Eliza grinned at her colleagues. "What happened, Dr. Reid? No exact data or percentages?", Eliza replied jokingly. "Yes.", Reid growled, which made Eliza cringe. Although she knew he wasn't her biggest fan, he had never approached her like that. "I didn't want to appear like a smart ass for once! Are you now satisfied?!" Frightened, she nodded. As soon as possible, she turned her gaze away from her colleague. His bold behavior frightened her. This was not typical behavior for Spencer! She didn’t comment it and focused on the case again. “There is only one person with a criminal record in Moore's environment, so we should start with her.", Eliza suggested. From her hoarse voice, everyone could hear how much Reid's little outburst had affected her. Reid did not notice it and the other members of the team did not comment on it because they didn’t have much time to find Clara. "I've already called Katelyn Danes to make sure she's coming here.", Hotch replied. After a small side glance at Spencer, Hotch briefly pressed his lips together. Normally, he would send him into interrogation with Eliza, but now he had to be afraid that Reid would become violent for the first time in his life and everything would get out of hand. Then he decided. "Liz, Morgan, Ms Danes is in interrogation room 3. Would you do that?" Eliza nodded and quickly disappeared. "Of course, Hotch!" said Morgan. His gaze also fell on his best friend before he followed his colleague. 

"Before you ask, Boss, it was a KATEastrophe-", Eliza said and that was all she got over her lips. "Is this all just a joke for you?", it burst out of Reid. The wrinkles on his forehead deepened. "People are dying! Day after day we see murder victims, take care of kidnapped children and you have nothing better to do than coming up with some stupid jokes! What's wrong with you?!" Her eyes shining with tears looked into the angry light brown. "Nothing is wrong with me.", she replied with a horse voice. "I want to make you laugh because we have too serious a job and terrible things do! A little bit of light in the dark world that we enter from day to day..." Slowly Eliza rose. "But I'll leave you alone from now on! I won’t say a word that isn’t serious or about the case. I promise you..." Silent tears rolled down her red-spotted cheeks as she left BAU.

The door swung open and bounced off the dark red wall. In the door frame stood a rushed Eliza. Her face was swollen and reddened, but she didn't care because she was absolutely sure she had come back with the solution for the case. "I need a board and a map on which you can see Clara's home and school!", she said seriously and took Garcia's laptop out of Reid’s hand without bringing another word over her lips. Then Eliza placed it on the table in the conference room, only to hack into the keyboard a second later. Dazed, her colleagues stared at her. Only Hotch responded to her demand and left the room. Penelope was the second to set in motion. Before Hotch, she came back with another laptop in her hand.  "What do you need?", she wanted to know. "I sent you a list of all the shops that can be found on Clara's way to school and in the vicinity of her school. Please, I need from you all the employees with a criminal record!", Eliza said over the shoulder, nodded to Hotch thankfully, as he came back with a glass board with a card behind the glass and an ordinary whiteboard and threw the corresponding pen at her. As soon as she held the pen between her fingers, the agent marked all the shops on Clara's route to school. Around some X's that she drew, she made a circle. The rest of the team just watched her confused. They didn't realize what the method behind it wasn't or what Eliza's thoughts were. But her markings and the list of employees that Penelope dictated to her and Eliza co-wrote along with her age were systematic. "Are we done?" Garcia nodded. "All right...", Eliza murmured to herself. Then she crossed out some names. "We're going to narrow it down.", she told her friend. Penelope's fingers were already hovering over the keyboard. "Which of the shops has Clara been to?" “How am I supposed-” "Moore says he only pays by credit card unless the store doesn't allow it and I know all of these stores accept card payments.", Eliza explained. Then it was only a matter of a few minutes! There was only one bakery and a small café left with a few employees, which is why the list of suspects was narrowed down to two: Samuel Alexander and Landon Miller. "Dave, Prentiss, JJ and I go to Landon. Morgan, Reid and Eliza, you go to Samuel."

Eliza leaned against the office wall and smiled as father and daughter embraced each other. In moments like this it over came her once again that she had chosen the right job, as nerve-wracking as it was! Suddenly, someone tapped on her shoulder. Shocked, she turned around, only to stumble upon Spencer Reid a moment later. Nervously, he plucked his shirt. "Can I speak to you for a moment?" Eliza shrugged her shoulders as casually as possible. The shock and disappointment of earlier was deep in her bones, but she didn't want it to be noticed. Spencer shouldn't get more attack surface! "Sure!", she finally replied and followed him to his desk. There she looked at him waiting. She didn't want to talk to him! So Spencer had to say something. She would liszen, although it wasn't sure if Eliza would answer. "I'm sorry!", Reid finally said. "I behaved horribly and I'm sorry for what I said. Although it was quite hurtful, I hope you accept my apology! Maybe we can start all over again and become friends?" His voice was lost in shame and in nothingness. Eliza gave Spencer a smile. "Everyone deserves a second chance!", she replied.  "Even our infallible genius." Relieved, Reid took the hand stretched out towards him and shook it. That may have been the beginning of a new friendship!

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Taglists

Always: @the-second-tonks

Criminal Minds: @coldlilheart @reidsbookclub

[themerrypanda]

Finally, A Masterlist

Unless otherwise stated as an AO3 exclusive, the links will lead to its Tumblr post. Some current AO3 exclusives may eventually be posted to Tumblr. The main narrators are listed in italics, other main characters before the semicolon; other characters with at least a speaking role (or more than one mention) after. All fics are short-stories under 7k words unless stated otherwise. Everything is SFW; suitable for all audiences unless indicated otherwise.

💖 means a romance story.

💜 means friendship that could be seen as romantic.

💚 means platonic and/or familial relationship.

💙 means other themes are the main focus.

🧡 means a mature rating due to potentially triggering topics (only one of these in all my works).

Stardew Valley:

That Summer, That Night: 💖 Elliott, OC: Nicole; Leah, Gunther, Penny

Dinner Date: 💖 Alex, OC: Sara; Emily, Gus

Movie Night: 💖 Harvey, OC: Peach (created by mmarydee on AO3); Emily, Shane, Jas, Alex

At Last: 💖 Harvey, OC: Jerusha (created by purpleandgreen13); Maru

As Ships Sailing Past At Night: 💜💖 Harvey, OC: Elle (created by elleasinwoods); Linus, Maru, Evelyn, Emily, Penny, Gus

First Impression: 💜 Leah, Elliott; Emily, Lewis, Harvey

Drops of Prince Rupert: 💜 Emily, Clint; Gus

Nothing Ever Happened: 💜 Haley, Sam, Jodi

I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues: 💜💚 Elliott, Clint; Emily, Gus

Lady of the Sciences and of the Sweet Pea: 💚💜 Maru, Leo, Harvey; Linus, Emily, Jas, Vincent, OC: Kim

There’s Always A Bigger Fish: 💚 Maru, Sebastian; Demetrius, Sam

Rain, Smoke, and Fish: 💚 Willy, Sebastian

Doctor Pringle: 💚 Jodi, Vincent, Harvey; Sam, Maru

Luau Mayhem: 💚💙 Sebastian, Lewis; Sam, Abigail

A New Apprentice: 💚💙 Gil, Abigail; Marlon

Home: 💚💙 Elliott; Willy

Addicts Anonymous: 💙 OC: Kim, Shane, Pam, Sebastian

Our Friend Linus: 💙 Linus

Evelyn: 💙 Evelyn; George, Clara, Alex

I Was Your Man: 💙 Lewis, Marnie; Marlon, Gil

Fire Emblem: Three Houses:

Short Sweet Stand Alones

Until The Bitter End: 💖💙 Byleth, Dimitri

Dearest Companion: 💖 Ingrid, Sylvain

The Tales of Garreg Mach Collection (all AO3 only, 14.8k words total):

The Tale of Ingrid & Mercedes: 💚 Mercedes, Ingrid

The Tale of Rodrigue: 💙 Rodrigue; Alois, Felix

The Tale of Ashe: 💚 Ashe, Dedue; Annette

The Tale of Sylvain: 💙 Sylvain

The Tale of Felix: 💖💚 Felix, Annette, Sylvain; Ingrid, Mercedes, Rodrigue, Gilbert

Haunted, AKA The Tale of Byleth: 💚💙 Byleth, Dimitri; Ashe, Ingrid, Flayn, Rodrigue, Felix, Sylvain, Alois, Annette, Mercedes, Gilbert, Seteth, Catherine, Dedue, Lorenz

Longer Stories and their Flashback Excerpts

Clear Sky (AO3 only, 16.7k words): 💚 Jeralt, Byleth; Sothis, Edelgard, Claude, Dimitri, Alois, Kostas, Rhea, Seteth, Manuela, Hanneman, all named class members of each of the three houses

Rusalka (AO3 only, 105k+ words, work in progress): 💖💖🧡 Dorothea, Manuela, OC: Camellia, Ferdinand; Seteth, Flayn, Yuri, Constance, Lorenz, Caspar, Bernadetta, Ingrid, Linhardt, Petra

The White Heron Cup (Rusalka excerpt): 💜 Dorothea, Ferdinand; Alois, Manuela, Hilda, Lorenz

A Brush With Death (Rusalka excerpt): 💜 Manuela; Seteth, Flayn

Others:

(Loki TV Show) Always. For All Time.: 💖💙 Sylvie, Loki

(Disney Dreamlight Valley) Of Frights and Delights: 💚 Mike Wazowski, James P. "Sulley" Sullivan; non-descript player character, Jack Skellington

(Darkwing Duck) The Duck Knight Rises (AO3 only): 💚 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck, Launchpad McQuack, Morgana Macawber-Mallard, Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard, Honker Muddlefoot, Negaduck, OCs: Sygnee Mallard, Jayson Mallard