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⤷ Edmund, Miles, Charlotte, and Mary Bridgerton

⤷ Charles, Alexander, William, and Violet Bridgerton

⤷ Agatha, Thomas, Jane, and George (“Georgie”) Bridgerton

⤷ Amelia, Auggie, Belinda, Caroline, David, and Edward Basset

⤷ Amanda, Oliver, Penelope, Georgiana, and Frederick Crane

⤷ John and Janet Stirling

⤷ Katharine, Richard, Hermione, Daphne, Anthony (“Ant”), Benedict (“Ben”), Colin, Eloise, and Francesca (“Frannie”) Bridgerton

⤷ George and Isabella St. Clair

Tags: #bridgerton next gen | #bridgerton next generation

𝓜𝔂 𝓞𝓒𝓼

⤷ Juliet Knight, Grace Hill, Rupert Townshend, and Arthur Townshend

⤷ Helena “Nell” Shepherd, Emma Rutledge, Róisín O’Connolly, and Jonathan “Jack” Fullerton

⤷ Stephen Ridlington, Eleanor Dane, Morgan Howell, and Olivia Sharpe

⤷ Ernest Livingston, Phoebe Wycliff, and Molly Campbell

⤷ Alice Linfield, Christopher “Kit” Barrington, Leopold “Leo” Wivenly, and Beatrice Winslow

⤷ Adeline Meadows and Samuel Prentice

⤷ Gabriel “Gabe” Montgomery, Elizabeth Winslow, Neil Pemberton, Timothy MacMillan, Felicity Holroyd, Vivian Marsh, Evangeline “Evie” Wright, Adam Howe, and Nathaniel Moore

⤷ Lilliana Steele and Patrick O’Donovan

Tags: #bridgerton next gen oc | #bridgerton oc

𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮: 𝓐 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 (coming soon…)

general disclaimer: do not support or agree with jkr’s views or actions, but not here to explicitly discuss my personal or political views. canon storylines are utilized mostly for the hphm ocs.

OC x OC Relationships: HL & VE | HM | MA & NG | Misc.

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Orla O’Rourke | profile

Cillian Lynch | profile

Tadhg Lynch | profile

Niamh Kelly | profile

Vincent Fitzroy | profile (wip)

Brianna O’Rourke | profile

Fankids (wip)

Tag: #hphl

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Maxwell “Max” Pembroke | profile

Georgie Parsons | profile

Edmund Kennedy | profile

Minerva Kennedy | profile

Simon Battersea | profile

William Devlin | profile

Fankids (wip)

Tag: #hp victorian era

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝟏 𝐄𝐫𝐚

Ophelia Lovell | profile (wip)

Linus Sullivan | profile

Colm O’Shea | profile

Minor OCs → Eugene Lovell • Ralph Myers (wip)

Fankids (wip)

Tags: #hp wwi era | #hp ww1 era | #hp ww1 verse

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Rory O’Neill | profile

Aisling Lynch | profile

Fankids (wip)

Tags: #fbawtft oc | #fbawtft era

𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐄𝐫𝐚

Ruth Rosen | profile

Ryan O’Donnell | profile

Cara O’Donnell | profile

Sara O’Donnell | profile

Conor O’Donnell | profile

Minor OCs → Cian Jacob O’Donnell (wip)

Fankids (wip)

Tags: #hphm | #hogwarts mystery

𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬

Oscar Lynch | profile (wip)

Nicholas Wraxall | profile (wip)

Fankids (wip)

Tags: #hp professor oc | #hp marauders era oc

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Finn MacKade | profile

Nate MacKade | profile

Jack Whitten | profile

Thea Whitten | profile

Minor OCs → Paddy MacKade • Owen MacKade (wip)

Fankids (wip)

Tags: #hpma | #magic awakened

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Sophie Power | profile (wip)

Luke Battersea | profile

Declan O’Donnell-Lee | profile

Jude Cozens | profile (wip)

Fankids (wip)

Tags: #hp next gen | #hp next gen oc

𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

In Which William Bridgerton Is Born Prematurely

I’d Still Dance with You

To See My Son Become a Father

You Belong Somewhere You Feel Free

You Must Know You Are Beloved

The Aftermath

Bridgerton Writing Requests (closed)

𝐇𝐏 𝐎𝐂 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

HP 12 Months of Magic (2023) one-shots

30 Day (2020) OTP Challenge

Valentine’s Day 2022 Challenge

Spring Break 2022 Challenge

Summer Break 2022 Challenge

Back to School 2022

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soaptaculart · 3 years

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Personally I'd love to see Athena go up against Wintson Payne's unnamed daughter. Just imagine the hilarity of Athena showing up to court and expecting one of the Payne brothers and instead there's a new lady prosecutor wanting vengeance against the attorneys of the Wright Anything Agency.

LMAO FUNNY STORY. MY SISTER, WHO CO-CREATED THIS WHOLE THING WITH ME, HAD PAYNE'S DAUGHTER AS LIKE HER FIRST AA OC EVER YEARS AND YEARS AGO. Her name was Ophelia Payne. Never got that much further with the concept but maybe it's time we bring her back

#anon #soapspeak #karmic conviction #i have to say #i would not want that for aa7 specifically #bc i think it's important for it to start with athena kicking a man's ass yknow #but ophelia for the first case of aa8? omg. that would be exquisite

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 years

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She is forever

THIS STORY IS UNDERGOING A REWRITE

New:

Summary: When Steve and Bucky went to the army there was a girl who wasn’t allowed to go. She was left alone and never thought about again in the whole mess that is the world as it is right now. But in a moment of tranquility, Steve thinks he sees her pass on the streets. Only to find out from Tony that she has taken a different turn than he and Bucky have.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Old:

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC, Bucky Barnes x OC (Ophelia Wright)

Intro

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

#stucky fic #she is forever #she is forever masterlist

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queenies-corner · 3 years

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for the oc tag, 2, 5, 9, 12, and 35 !!

2. Who was the first OC you made?

From what I can remember, a blonde haired blue eyed princess named… you guessed it… Sarah. So original.

5. Do you have any voice claims for your OCs?

I do! I actually have several

Tom: Tom Holland (haha definitely no coincidence)

Skylar: Skandar Keynes

Relius: Luc Roderique

Caela: Jessica Brown Findlay

Aryan: Amir Wilson

Shay: Letitia Wright

9. What is one of your character’s theme songs?

Ok so my OC Ophelia has so many songs that go with her personality I could make an entire playlist but a couple songs are Two by Sleeping at Last, Talk to Me by Cavetown, and Fight On, Fighter by for KING & COUNTRY

12. Which OC is most likely to kill somebody?

That’s a toughie but probably Kali.

35. Which OC would beat you up if they met you IRL?

Skylar, because I gave him so much angst.

#thanks for the ask!!#finally I get to talk about my babies #writing #my ocs #relius #caela #aryan #shay #tom #skylar #ophelia #kali #rose tag 🌹

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carnation-damnation · 3 years

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Idk if Here is a good idea but I’m gonna drop a lot of my oc’s here as a Masterpost for tags

RoF (Ruination of Faith)

Main Cast:

- Marcus Schulz (He/Him)

- Monte Schulz (He/Him)

- Raimondo Ridgewell (He/Him)

- Renae Ridgewell (She/her)

- Lina Edwidge (She/her)

- Danice Gwendolyn (He/Him)

- Garret Kistler (He/Him)

Secondary:

Renaicus Kingwelle (He/Any)

Nathanaël Billeaud (He/Him)

Wendelle Kingwelle (He/Him)

Mark Kingwelle (He/Him)

Agnes Kingwelle (She/Her)

Galtekki (He/They)

Supporting:

Ophelia (She/They/Ze)

Chester (He/They)

Andrew Schulz (He/Him)

Mak Jones (He/Him)

Sharla Ridgewell (She/Her)

Riley Ridgewell (He/Him)

Victor Edwidge (He/Him)

Angela Gwendolyn (She/her)

Silas Reed (He/Him)

Gwen Gwendolyn (She/Her)

Lindsey Clarence (He/Him)

Jaclyn Jun (She/Her)

Jocelyn Xiao (She/Her)

Stanley Walker (He/Him)

Reggie Wright (He/Him)

Ben Wilson (He/Him)

Max Greene (He/Him)

George Billeaud (He/She/They)

Bernadette Billeaud (She/Her)

Tracy Silva-Park (He/Him)

Zephyr Silva-Park (They/Them)

Dawn Kingwelle (He/They)

Maira Kingwelle (She/They)

Shiloh Waters (He/Him)

Evangeline Waters (She/Her)

Felecity Waters (She/Her)

Ester Waters (She/Her)

Elizabeth Waters (She/Her)

Alfonsi Fabbri (He/Him)

Melissa Fabbri (She/Her)

Maddie Fabbri (She/her)

Dorothy Jones (She/Her)

Madeline Brown (She/Her)

Maddy Brown (She/Her)

Laura Woodrow (She/Her)

Ralph Woodrow (He/Him)

Ma Canidae (They/Them)

Lucifer yeah They/He)

Pan (They/Them)

Awooligans:

Volk Volkov (They/Them)

Jefferson Lune (He/Him)

Tobias Labrador (He/Him)

Zinnia (They/Ey/Em)

Ryan McAllister (He/They)

Cody McAllister (They/He/She)

Dallas Rose (He/Him)

Viktor Volkov (He/Him)

Antagonists:

Gluey (They/Them/It/Its)

Marcel Belmont (He/Him)

Jordan Jackson (He/Him)

Drake Byrd (He/Him)

Mary Byrd (She/Her)

Ethan Byrd (He/Him)

#awoowoos #Mobile users if the read-more doesnt catch you I am. So so sorry #RoF Masterpost

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cakesunflower · 5 years

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Quiet Hours [College!Luke AU] Ch. 1

A/N: so uhhhh i wrote a new Luke thing. it’s college!Luke being an annoying neighbor to our pretty OC named Ophelia.......that’s it. that’s all the summary i got for you. you’re gonna have to keep reading in order to learn more hehehehe

Chapter 1

OPHELIA WRIGHT WANTED to cry.

To be fair, she was a junior in college but it was only the second week of school, so having her first mental breakdown so soon had to be some kind of record. Several syllabi, books, and other papers littered her desk as she hastily tried to clean everything before having to leave. Ophelia prided herself in being a tidy person, but her rushed behavior had her knocking things down more than cleaning up, making even more of a mess than she could handle.

“You sound like a bull in a china shop, dude,” came the voice of Isabelle Harwell, who poked her black curly head into the room to see what exactly was going on with her best friend/roommate.

Ophelia let out a frustrated breath, turning to see the curiously amused expression of the tall girl leaning against her door frame. Stylishly round framed glasses sat on the bridge of Isabelle’s delicate nose as Ophelia ran her fingers through her dark hair. “I’ve got too much shit on this thing,” she complained, gesturing haphazardly to her desk. Her books and papers were piled on top of her laptop, and the HP printer was taking up a good portion of the table with even more books on top of it.

Isabelle offered an unhelpful shrug. “It’s not too late to drop out.” At the deadpanned look her friend set her, she smirked, “kidding. Come on, you can do this later; let’s go to the quad.”

The hazel eyed girl casted one last troubled look at her messy desk, before letting out a breath and grabbing her favorite denim jacket off the bed post. Pulling her arms through the sleeves, Ophelia followed Isabelle down the short hall of their apartment, passing the bathroom and bedrooms as they crossed the empty living room and went out the door. Their other two roommates, Laurel and Tanya, were most likely already at the courtyard, which only confirmed this suspicion of Ophelia’s when she received a message from Tanya in their group chat, asking where they were.

They walked down the dark orange hall of their apartment building, passing by their neighbors that never quieted down. As the resident advisor for this floor, Ophelia was in charge of the six rooms on her side of the floor, and while it’s only the second week of school, Ophelia has already told the boys living next to her to quiet down a few times already. It’s not like they were ridiculously loud—just enough to disturb her sleep at three in the morning. She wouldn’t have minded if they were loud during the day, because that’s when most of the residents played their music in their apartments. It was just dumb of them to be so noisy when it was quiet hours throughout the building, which ranged from ten at night to ten in the morning on weekdays and from one in the morning to the afternoon on weekends.

“Can’t you just kick them out? You’re the R.A.,” Isabelle shrugged as the two girls left the building and stepped outside. It was early September, but the New Jersey air was surprisingly pleasant. It barely warranted Ophelia’s denim jacket, but she loved the clothing.

“They were just laughing. I banged on the wall once and one of them apologized and it got quiet,” Ophelia informed, shooting her best friend an amused look. “Something tells me if you were the R.A., we’d be the only ones living in the building.”

Isabelle snickered, agreeing whole heartedly with Ophelia’s statement as they walked the familiar paved pathway to the courtyard. “Us minus Laurel,” she grumbled, the gold frames of her glasses glinting under the sunlight. “I swear, if she doesn’t stop stinking the fridge up with her kale smoothies, I’m gonna dump them over her head.”

Ophelia’s amused smile only widened as the two of them neared the courtyard, hearing music playing in the distance and only growing louder the closer they got. This time of day, ranging from 12:30 in the afternoon to two, was known as common hour; it was only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, where everyone on campus would be out of class and gathered in either the courtyard or one of the multipurpose rooms in the student center, depending on the weather. There would be stands of foods along with a couple of food trucks, cotton candy and popcorn machines, and the occasional inflatable obstacle courses.

It was like a carnival came by every week, and Ophelia would be lying if one of the deciding factors when she was choosing which college to attend wasn’t this weekly event. Plus, all the sororities and frats sometimes came out to stroll—which, Ophelia learned in her freshman year, was them putting on choreographed dances for everyone. Unsurprisingly, when the two got there, the courtyard was already crowded with students; the DJ set up on the wide landing in front of the student center with speakers on either side, and the smell of fried food and popcorn lingering heavily in the air.

Before meeting up with their other two roommates, Ophelia and Isabelle treated themselves to cotton candy before walking towards the part of the courtyard that the inflatable obstacle course didn’t occupy. Some were sitting on the grass, while others had set up hammocks between the trees surrounding the yard, unbothered by the activities around them.

“Some guy literally tumbled down from the top of the slide all the way to the ground,” was how Laurel greeted Ophelia and Isabelle through a snort of laughter, sparing them a brief glance as they sat next to her and Tanya Divan on the grass. “I’m surprised he didn’t break his neck.”

Tanya snickered as she took a bite of her cheese fries. “Could’ve sued the school and paid off his tuition,” she mused, earning an exasperated eye roll from Ophelia.

The grass tickled Ophelia’s exposed ankles, courtesy of her boyfriend jeans. She was wearing denim on denim, she just realized, but couldn’t bring herself to care because she felt cute so she looked cute, too, running her fingers through dark blonde hair as she listened to her friends converse. Occasionally biting into the sweet airy cotton candy, Ophelia’s hazel eyed gaze lazily wandered around, her ears picking up the music playing and mixture of people chattering. There was a line forming in front of one of the food trucks, the one that served some of the best quesadillas she’s ever had, and wondered if she was in the mood for some.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! was playing throughout the courtyard, and Ophelia blessed the DJ for liking eighties music as much as she did as she remained seating on the grass, dancing to the music while eating the sickenly sweet treat. A few minutes later, her friends had finished with their treats and wanted to go on the obstacle course, begging Ophelia to come, though she rejected the offer. She wasn’t done with her cotton candy, so she said she’d watch her friends’ things before they took off to the other side of the courtyard.

Ophelia wasn’t even halfway done with her cotton candy when she felt a presence to her right, turning her head and blinking in surprise at the sight of the guy sitting just a few inches away from her. Even as he sat, he was taller than Ophelia, with unruly blonde hair that was a curly mess going slightly past his ears. When he turned to look at her, bright blue eyes caught her off guard and Ophelia could’ve sworn she had seen him somewhere before. Probably around campus, though she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it. Though, what she could decide easily, was how unexpectedly attractive he was, the scruff decorating around his mouth and jaw only emphasizing the fact. How could she not remember seeing a face like that around?

“Um, hi?” Ophelia managed out, the perplexion evident in her tone as she raised an eyebrow at the admittedly handsome stranger. She was almost convinced his sharp jaw could cut glass.

The guy sat with his legs brought up, though spaced so he could rest his arms on his knees, long legs clad in black and red plaid pants. His blue eyes met Ophelia’s hazel, and she was taken aback at how bright they were. They appeared almost clear under the afternoon sun. “Hey, how’re you doin’?” he responded, and Ophelia was faced with the unexpected realization that this guy most definitely wasn’t American. He had some kind of accent coating his deep voice; possibly British, maybe Australian?

Her left hand was still gripping onto the stick of cotton candy, fingers of her right sticky from tearing it out as she placed her hand awkwardly on her knee as to not get her fingers anywhere. “Uh, good,” she responded, still utterly confused as to who this guy was. “What’s up?”

Blondie shrugged his broad, leather jacket clad shoulders, one eye closed as he squinted against the sun. “Nothing much,” he responded, and Ophelia figured he sounded more Australian than anything else. The guy then jutted his chin forward. “My friends ran off on that thing and I saw yours did too so I figured I’d keep you company.”

Confident. Ophelia followed his gaze towards the inflatable obstacle course where people were crawling through tunnels of, climbing up and then sliding down on the other side. Her eyes landed on her friends, sliding down before running back to do it all over again. An amused yet fond smile tilted Ophelia’s lips before looking back at the blonde boy next to her. If she was gonna wait for her friends to come back, might as well do it in the company of the handsome dude. “I’m Ophelia.”

The stranger looked back at her, arms still propped on his knees as a slight smirk curled at the corner of his lips, hinting at a dimple under his facial hair. “I know; you’re my R.A.,” he surprised her by saying, mirth flashing across his eyes. “I’m Luke Hemmings.”

The blonde girl’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, tilting her head as she gazed at the guy before realization struck her instantly as her eyes widened. No wonder he looked so familiar—she probably saw him at the first and only floor meeting she conducted at the beginning of last week—as well as the fact that his name also rung an annoyingly loud bell. That was accompanied by a thought that clicked in her head, and she narrowed her eyes as her upper body turned to face him more. “You’re one of guys in 4102.”

Luke’s smirk widened, the dimple deepening as a breeze tousled his hair. “Guilty,” he chuckled throatily, tilting his head to the side to allow the chunky ring clad fingers of his right hand to run through his hair, pushing it back.

Irritation sparked through Ophelia, which it rarely did when she first met someone because she was the type of girl to actually get to know a person before feeling an instant sense of annoyance. But knowing this boy next to her, as handsome as he may be, was one of the loud neighboring boys was having her press her lips together in frustrated disdain. It’s only been two weeks since the school year started, so Ophelia’s not entirely associated with the faces of the students she is the resident advisor for on their apartment floor, which allowed her to not focus on the mild guilt for not recognizing the boy next to her.

The one time she had banged on his door, it was three boys that were making noise and Luke most definitely wasn’t one of them. Ophelia let out a huff, shaking her head as she looked away and out at the courtyard. “You guys need to learn how to be quiet. You’re way too loud during quiet hours. I’ve already gotten complaints from the other residents.”

Luke shrugged, not looking too bothered that the school year’s only just begun and there were some people already annoyed by his and his friends’ antics. “‘S not my fault people don’t know how to have a good time,” was his response, eyes relaxing once the sun was hidden momentarily behind clouds.

An incredulous breath escaped Ophelia, staring at him in mild disbelief. “That’s rude. And inconsiderate,” she stated matter-of-factly, pulling out some cotton candy and putting it into her mouth.

“It’s called having fun, R.A. Ophelia,” Luke retorted, and a narrow eyed glare presented itself on Ophelia’s face at the condescending use of her duty-given title, naturally pouty lips protruding even more. Luke’s gaze flickered to her pink lips at the action, smirk faltering ever so slightly before he switched his gaze back to her eyes. They were lovely, a deep shade of hazel that, he couldn’t help but notice, looked a bit green under the sun. “Maybe everyone else on the floor should stop being so uptight.”

Ophelia’s lips parted at his words, the sweet cotton candy already dissolved in her mouth as she took notice of the serious expression on Luke’s face. Though, the slight smirk tugging on the corner of his full lips said otherwise. “Maybe the only reason people are uptight is because you guys are ridiculously loud at three in the morning. Don’t you guys have classes?”

“Afternoon classes,” Luke informed her, which made sense to Ophelia, since she could hear them be up at odd hours of the night, so having classes in the afternoon gave them ample time to sleep.

She rolled her eyes, trying to stop the smile on her face because the DJ was now playing one of her favorite songs by the Weeknd. But then Ophelia quickly remembered the smirking boy next to her, expression dropping as she pursed her lips. “That doesn’t mean everyone else has afternoon classes,” she said, jerking her head slightly to move away the locks of hair that blew forward because of the wind. “Keep up the noise and I’ll write you up.”

“Really?” Luke returned, eyebrows shooting up and Ophelia could’ve sworn he looked almost impressed at what she meant to sound as a warning. The blonde haired boy lowered his legs, spreading them in front and Ophelia tried not to notice how freaking long his legs were, while leaning back with his palms on the grass. “Gonna be honest with you, R.A. Ophelia—I don’t feel all that threatened,” he added, leaning towards her ever so slightly as the dimpled smirk showed off a row of annoyingly white teeth, tone taking a teasing turn.

He had leaned close, his cheek pressed against his shoulder as he squinted up at her, the sun making an appearance once more after momentarily being hidden behind the clouds. Ophelia felt warmth rise on her cheeks at the sudden proximity because while she’s been with her fair share of boys, she was still one who was unable to control the blush from spreading when a guy looked at her with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes. And a boy as handsome as Luke doing so? She was lucky she hadn’t become a tomato, even if he was just sitting next to her.

Gathering her wits, she managed to respond, “you will when you’re kicked out of the apartments.”

She hoped that Luke wouldn’t call her on her bluff—they had just met. In actuality, the most Ophelia may do is demand for them to keep it down and write them up once, maybe. Actually going through and having someone get kicked out of their housing wasn’t something she thought she could go through with. It was too harsh and extreme and not something she could live with if she did it. Though, that didn’t mean she couldn’t use it as a threat, even though it may not work on Luke.

Frustratingly enough, Ophelia’s words only widened Luke’s smirk, his blue eyes giving her a once over that had her grip on her cotton candy stick tightening and heart stupidly stuttering. She watched, suddenly frozen, as Luke leaned too close for comfort while she stayed still, breath frozen in her throat as she watched him draw near. He murmured over the sound of people talking and music playing, “I’d like to see the bark that goes with your bite, darling.”

Ophelia’s stomach twisted at his words—whether it was the pleasant kind or not, she couldn’t tell, didn’t want to—as the drawl of his Australian accent sent a strange, new electric feeling through her body. What the hell? she silently demanded of her body, of that unfamiliar sensation, though she was externally frozen as she watched Luke sit back once more, throwing a wink her way before his gaze flickered to something to his right, and he got to his feet.

She watched him stand up, feeling ridiculously tiny as he stood to his full height, towering over her frame as he looked down at her. Luke gave a two fingered salute, bidding, “see you around, R.A. Ophelia,” before turning and jogging off, his mass of hair bouncing slightly as he went to join the familiar group of three boys standing about twenty feet away, which Ophelia recognized as her neighbors.

A heavy huff escaped Ophelia, cheeks puffing at the action as she shook her head in disbelief. She’s only had one conversation with Luke Hemmings, and her judgement of him was that he was a confident, smooth talker with an accent to match. But she swore, in that moment, that she wasn’t going to allow that to let him get away with being one of the most rowdy people she’s ever had to live next to.

Clicking her tongue, Ophelia reached with her right hand to grab some more cotton candy to rip out, only for her eyes to widen ever so slightly to see that her treat was missing a big chunk—a lot more than she had eaten. “What the—” her words died in her throat, eyes involuntarily flickering to where Luke had been, only to see him standing by his friends.

She squinted against the sunlight, but from the distance, saw Luke glance over in her direction as he stood talking to the other boys, the knowing smirk finding home on his face and eyes locking with hers across the yard as he raised his right hand and placed the familiar pink sweet treat into his mouth. He sent her a dimpled grin and Ophelia’s jaw slackened in an incredulous scoff as he turned to leave. She had the rattling feeling that Luke wasn’t going to make living next door easy for her.

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| Jack Euler |

Name: Jack Philip Lee Euler

Nickname: None

Age: 31

Birthday: August 23, 2046 (Virgo)

Height: 6’

Weight: 190~ lbs

Specials: Str 10 - Per 4 - End 10 - Cha 3 - Int 1 - Agi 10 - Luck 1

Eyes: Hazel blue

Hair: Dark brown and very long, always kept in a ponytail because he gets overwhelmed by it getting all over the place.

Body type: Lanky and skinny with broad shoulders and huge feet.

References: Here

Status Pre-War: A mechanic working for a local garage, married to the love of his life who was the more successful out of the two with her job as a lawyer. He moved to Boston for her, originally being from rural Pennsylvania.

Status Currently: An agent with the Railroad struggling to find his way in the wasteland.

Relationship Status: Widower

Spouse(s)/Partners: Vivia Loreña-Euler (deceased)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: American

Family:

Vivia Loreña-Euler, wife (deceased)

Jerri-Lynn Kristiana Euler-Oliver, sister

-Roscoe Oliver, brother-in-law

Bianca Oliver, niece

Marina Oliver, niece

Roscoe Oliver Jr., nephew

Jolene Mari-Ella Euler-Wilson, sister

-Ezra Wilson, ex-brother-in-law

Lorna May Ellis Wilson, niece

Aberdeen Lora-Jo Euler, sister

Rosanna Cecila Ophelia Euler, sister

Josephine Arlandria Penelope Euler-Slonina, sister

-Waylon Slonina, brother-in-law

Quentin Leyton Slonina, nephew

Woodrow Reggis Slonina, nephew

Sam Christopher Slonina, nephew

Francis (Ford) Lee Albert Euler, brother

Philip Albert Stanley Euler, father (deceased)

Luanne Georgina Euler, mother (deceased)

Languages: English

Disabilities/Illnesses/Injuries: None, he is fairly hardy. Mild PTSD from his time in the war and social anxiety which sometimes gives him panic attacks.

Allergies: None

Scars: He has a long scar crossing from the bridge of his nose down and under his right eye, an injury acquired during combat in the war when he was bashed in the face with an enemy rifle, breaking his nose in the process. The man who inflicted the damage was then beaten to death before his eyes by one of his platoon members, which was the first time he had ever witnessed the murder of another person. Jack always feared the inner monster a person could become under trauma from that point forward and hoped to never see himself become that.

Other facial scars include a long scar below his left eye which crosses down his cheek and over his lips. He was working in the garage cutting exhaust pipe with a cut off wheel on an angle grinder, negligently not using a face shield, when the wheel shattered and a piece broke off and embedded into his face. Luckily Ford was there and was able to get him to the hospital, and saved the heckling until after they ensured he wasn’t going to die. He never lived that one down for as long as he and Ford worked on cars together.

He has countless smaller scars on his hands and wrists from mechanic work over the years. Notably he has a large burn on his left elbow which mangles one of his tattoos, from accidentally leaning on a weld seconds after finishing welding something. Various other scars all along his knees and shins (from being clumsy and falling over his giant feet all the time) and one gnarly puncture wound on his left shoulder from a Red Widow bloodbug which he hit with his bat just a few moments too late.

Physical traits: Jack has a birth mark on his forehead that is mostly obscured by the amount of freckles he has all over his face, which continue all over the rest of his body as well. He has an American traditional style eagle tattoo across his chest and a sleeve of random flash-sheet kind of American traditional tattoos all over his left arm, acquired from his time living out of his car and traveling all over the states and adding a tattoo from every town he stayed in. He has wrinkles between his eyebrows from years working in the sun and focusing way too hard, and often looks exhausted due to the creases around his eyes. He has a scruffy beard and extremely perfect eyebrows that always made his sisters jealous.

Voice: Jake Gyllenhaal, but only as Jack Twist.

Clothing: Pretty much hasn’t changed out of his vault suit since leaving Vault 111. Like ever. He added a coat, though. Also he always wears his holotags from the military, his wedding ring, and his pipboy which is painted red.

Fashion Style/Lifestye: His fashion sense is pretty much “how long can I get away with wearing the same disgusting, dirty outfit before Bambi finally requests that I change and do laundry.”

Weapon of Choice: “The Fuck ‘Em Up”, a chain wrapped baseball bat, also painted red, or a bladed tire iron.

Skills: Strength, combat, situational awareness (in nonsocial situations), mechanics, artistic

Weaknesses: Easily stressed out in social situation, has a hard time explaining himself, can be kind of slow, spaces out a lot and daydreams. Very scatterbrained. Often sees things way too literally.

Poor skills: Computer technologies, verbal communication, stealth (too clumsy).

Affiliations: The Railroad, Acadia

Former Affiliations: None

Enemies: The Institute

Neutral Affiliations: The Brotherhood of Steel, the Minutemen, Nuka World Raiders

Religion: Agnostic

Likes: Cars, working on cars, collecting random trinkets, drawing and writing in his journal (mostly to Vivia), digging through junkyards and scrap and planning how to build a new Corvega one day. Also enjoys cooking and making new recipes for the various types of wasteland animals he kills.

Dislikes: Pre-war food, Nuka Cola Quantum (the radiation makes him extremely sick), most sweets

Hates: Spiders, radscorpions, insects of any variety. Vivia was the bug killer of their household.

Friends: Deacon, Piper Wright

Acquaintances: Ilya Valle (pre-war), Nataniel Valle (pre-war)

Former friends: None

Enemies: None that he is aware of, maybe there are some out there. Don’t know.

Pets: Sometimes junkyard dogs hang out with him at Hub City. But really none.

Fallout OC friends/family: Brook Cecil, Benjamin Reese, Andre Torres, Bambi (Beth), Sirius Tillinghast, Katherine Vance

Personality: Jack is overall pretty laid back. There isn’t much that can make him lose his temper, and even if he does, he ends up feeling bad about it and apologizing later. He is terrible in social situations and uses his awkward sense of humor to try to bridge conversations, which sometimes works, as in the case of how he scored Vivia’s phone number.

Favorite color: Green

Favorite foods: Radstag jerky, mirelurk cakes, literally everything his mother cooked when he was a kid.

Favorite drinks: Vim!, Vim! Quartz, Gwinnett Lager

Favorite Sweets: If anything, he might have some gum. Overall, not a fan of sweets.

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Thanks to @madddraws for letting me use their character profile layout!

#finally made a real profile for him!#jack euler #fallout oc #fallout 4 #my oc #my favorite dude #character profile #oc references

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ivyisaravenclaw-ocaccount · 3 years

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masterlist containing each ocs own mini-masterlist.

Ada Ward

Adelia Colfield

Alastair Lowther

Anastasia Lucas

Anika Bailey

Apollo Capano

Ariella Robert

Astrid Montgomery

Athena Hawthrone

Ayla Patterson

Brielle Howelle

Bristol Adair

Béatrice Bossuet

Cassandra Solace

Cassian Asbury

Calliope Whitlock

Carmen Gildon

Catherine Prudence

Chanel Stone

Dawn Holland

Davina Gerwin

Delilah Hayes

Delphine Mullabyaly

Dominique Wright

Elain Fairisles

Elenora Enright

Eloise Parsons

Elvira Nereret

Emelia Lawson

Emmeline Griffiths

Evangeline Hillingham

Everett Talpiner

Feyre Baume

Guinevere Poole

Gwendoline Barrington

Helia Loathe

Isla McCall

Isobel Atkins

Jasmine Patterson

Jenna Kutcher

Keira King

Lilith Domowsky

Louise Park

Lorenzo Silverberry

Lucien Alardice

Maeve Avila

Marlene O'Connor

Matilda Larson

Morrigan Roquerral

Myra Chavez

Nelle Clarke

Nesta Meyers

Noëlle Sartre

Nora St. Paul

Nyx Covensun

Octavia Spencer

Odette Monroe

Ophelia Maxwell

Penelope Parker

Phoenix Swann

Poppy Mendoza

Priscilla Simon

Priya Dean

Quinn George

Raven Sarratt

Rowena Blackburne

Rhysand Crowle

Ruby Tannenbay

Sage Willis

Scarlet May

Stella Peirce

Valérie Lafaille

Victoria Levasseur

Vincent Wells

Yvonne Brooks

Zelene Ford

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 years

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🔁

oooh okay let's see!!

Audrey & Evelyn Rogers

Audrey & Stephanie Carter

Audrey & Jamie Carter-Rogers

Audrey & Zora Wright

Maya & Katie Dean

Ophelia & Venus Malfoy

Mia & Hallie Thorne

Annalise & Charlotte Jones

Annalise & Aaliya Andrews

Annalise & Anastasia Andrews

Hana & Adalia Kim

Lee & Kirsty Gilmore

Lee & Charlotte Howard-Danes

Lee & Willow Dell

Daphne & Antoinette Kingston

Daphne & Sophie Dugray

Anna McCall & Laurel Martin

Anna McCall & Elsa Lahey

Indiana Underwood & Sofia Martinez

(this isn't to say that I would be opposed to anything else lmao, but these are the ones that came to mind!)

Send me a 🔁 and I’ll list one or more crossovers between our ocs that I’d be interested in talking about

#ask #answered #villanele

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ocappreciation · 7 years

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~*~Mobile Friendly~*~ ocappreciation Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) OC Masterlist

Adelaide Stark // Fic: Beyond the Archetype // by: randomestfandsom-ocs

Adelyn “AJ” Frost // FIc: Frosties and Fireworks & Someone’s Out There (Sending Out Flares)// Captain Amercia // by: ohhitherekatie & (Ch.1-14 by: theocarchitect)

Aldrif // Fic: A Chance of Thunder // Thor // by: nixdragon

Alex Romanoff // Fic: Mirror, Mirror // by: comealongpixie

Alex Stark // Fic: Hero/Stark Chronicles // Avengers & Iron Man // by: teamsharoncarter

Allie Hollden // Fic: Siren and Quiver Series // by: nostarielstuff

Allie Rose Sinclair // Fic: Untitled // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Amber Odison // Fic: The Only Exception // by: mbmrocks

Amelia Fletcher // Fic: Rebel Columbia // by: rebelcolumbia

Amethyst “Amy” Lewis // Fic: All of You // by: dreamerwithapen1

Andromeda Volagre // Fic: Moondust // by: cptainsrogers

Aphrodite // Fic: The Course of True Love (Never Did Run Smooth) // by: randomestfandsom-ocs

Aspen Pierce // Fic: Control // by: soeleils

Astrid // Fic: Divine Strength // by: missjanuarylily

Astrid Lynn Xavier // Fic: Untitled // X-Men // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Avery “Cipher” Plafaire // Fic: Code Blue (AO3) (FFN) // by: goddess-of-hammers

Belladonna Barton // Fic: Aim True // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Bellona Junius // Fic: Bellona // by: stevensdiana

Bethany Stewart // Fic: Bloodstream // by: cptainsrogers

Bianca Davis // Fic: The American Dream // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Bonnie Grey // Fic: Flesh & Bone // by: cptainsrogers

Brigitte St Fleur // Fic: Untitled // by: mangleocs

Camilla Santos // Fic: Collected Moments // by: cptainsrogers

Calypso Lokidottir // Fic: This Is Your Kingdom // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Charlie Rogers // Fic: Shadows // by: itscapokaybye

Clara Drake // Fic: Will to Live // by: dreamerwithapen1

Cressida // Fic: Incandescent // by: dreamerwithapen1

Daisy Parker // Fic: The Spaces Between // by: kp-writes-ocs

Delaney Hart // Fic: Elastic Hart // by: soeleils

Devon Winslow // Fic: Glitch // by: seize-the-droid

Dominique Holmes // Fic: Death Ringer // by: cptainsrogers

Elenora “Nellie” Russo // Fic: Smells Like Teen Spirit // by: tiredyouths

Elizabeth “Libby” Barnes // Fic: P.S. I Love You, Steve Rogers // by: missjanuarylily

Ella Walters // Fic: A Light in the Darkness // by: linesfromthepocket

Ellie Coulson // Fic: Reinvention // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Ester Sinclair // Fic: Fated // X-Men & Logan // by: yeahthatotheronewhatshername

Evelyn Stark // Fic: Iron Heart // by: dreamerlanding

Felicity Greene // Fic: To Infinity // by: inkoutsidethelines

Freya // Fic: Disenchanted // by: itsjustgracy

Gabie Trent // Fic: Siren and Quiver Series // by: nostarielstuff

Genesis Stark // Fic: I Call Him Dad // by: sinceupbeengoneiaintmissingyou

Grace Osborn // Fic: Bound in Secrets // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Harper Rhodes // Fic: As I Was // by: siriussblackx

Helena Hartley // Fic: Second Chances // By: michaelangdom

Holly Clemens // Fic: Genesis // by: @curlsincriminology

Isabelle Oswald // Fic: Morningstar // by: killinbills

Indris // Fic: Flesh & Bone // by: cptainsrogers

Jacqueline Lewis // Fic: Renegades // by: emiliachrstine

Jaedyn Stark // Fic: Phantom // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Jai Graham // Fic: Timeless // by: thorsdiana

Jeanie Stark // Fic: Ghost of You // by: cptainsrogers

Kala // Fic: Vindicated // Black Panther // by: missjanuarylily

Katarina Amelia Aliano // Fic: Skyscraper // by: randomestfandoms

Kate Bishop \ Hawkeye Face // Fic: Pretty Much an Avenger // Spiderman // by: luminiabanner

Kilani Wu // Fic: Tempting Fate// by: insertsomethingcleverrhere

Kira Lokisdottir // Fic: Infinite // by: notxjustxstories

Lady Katarina Azirdottir // Fic: Untitled // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Leila Whittaker // Fic: Mirror, Mirror // by: comealongpixie

Lila Wright // Fic: Portrait // by: portraitavengers

Lillian Rogers // Fic: To The End of The World // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Linda Brooks// Fic: Centuries // by: theobsessedone

Lola Caraleah Barton // Fic: That Which They Defend // by: werewitchling

Lorna Parrish // Fic: Sacrifice // by: thorsdiana

Madison Lewis-Rogers // Fic: Renegades:: Rise // by: emiliachrstine

Maggie Stark // Fic: The Spaces Between // by: kp-writes-ocs

Mia Pierce // Fic: (I’ve Got) No Strings On Me // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Mika Corsof // Fic: Silver and Honey // by: whindsor

Morgan Stark // Fic: A Stroke Of Genius // by: have-fun-storming-the-kastle

Myra Stewart // Fic: Conversing with Silent Strangers // by: huntsthemoon

Nikki Rogers // Fic: This Is Your Story // by: randomestfandoms

Noel Prentice // Fic: Requiem // Avengers & Captain America // by: roan-kom-azgeda

Ophelia Martin // Fic: She Made the Wish // by: scarlettsoldier

Poppy Patel // Fic: Nerve // by: susiesamurai

Poppy West // Fic: Promise // Spiderman: Homecoming // by: dreamerwithapen1

Q Proctor // Fic: Reality in Motion // by: deutches

Rahy Rezal // Fic: Secrets // Guardians of the Galaxy // by: secret-galaxy-guardian

Rebecca “Bex” Gray // Fic: Broken Glass // by: dreamerwithapen1

Rebecca Stark // Fic: To Build a Home Series // by: fangedlovers

Robin Davis // Fic: Lowlife // by: cptainsrogers

Rosabella “Ro” Anderson // Fic: Crossed Wires // Spiderman Homecoming // by: anotherunreadblog

Sara Riley // Fic: Legends // by: bellamysgirl

Sarah Wilson // Fic: Timeless // by: thorsdiana

Skylar D’Amore // Fic: Unsteady // by: dreamerwithapen1

Sloane Stark // Fic: Flicker // by: missbb8

Star // Fic: Projects Stars and Stripes // by: inkoutsidethelines

Stephanie Carter // Fic: What’s In A Name? // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Susanne Marshall // Fic: Centuries // by: theobsessedone

Sutton Regan // Fic: Universal Chaos // by: universalfanfic

Tamara Sterling // Fic: Centuries // by: theobsessedone

Telsa Banner // Fic: My Father’s Daughter // by: randomestfandsom-ocs

Valerie Byers // Fic: Timeless // by: thorsdiana

Wendy Parker // Fic: Save the Hero // by: randomestfandsom-ocs

Wynonna Collins // Fic: Violent Crimes // by: cptainsrogers

Crossovers:

Jace Winchester // Fic: Sky’s Still Blue (Supernatural Crossover // by: comealongpixie

#fd: mcu #mobile: mcu #ocapp construction

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