#oc: ryan miller

[griffin-wood]

oc brainrot coming through: in another life if ryan never joined body count, he would definitely be a high school physics teacher. it suits him 🤭

[boabelboo]

how many victors does district nine have in your opinion? also love every time i see you on my dash 💗

aa ur in my inbox? an absolute treat to wake up to!! and i love every time i see u on my dash, too 💚

so i think there are four, possibly five victors. i think if there were to be five the first d9 victor would have had to of won their games very early on (5th-6th games, they did say the farming districts had some advantage) and then die of their wounds obtained during their games, leaving no knowledge about them whatsoever.

now, the other four are my main ocs, here's a mini description of them all.

the "first" victor, anona ryan at age eighteen. she won the twentieth games, using her talent with acting to make the capitol audience fall for her and her proficiency with a pitchfork to eliminate her competition. she lied that her mother was from the capitol, and became a peacekeeper in nine. the truth was, her mother died in childbirth and she was raised by her reclusive but well-off father who brewed alcohol for a living. sadly, she is killed around the thirty-seventh games for badmouthing the capitol while drunk.

ceres miller won the fourty-seventh games at age seventeen. she grew up poor and with a bad relationship with her mother, so she wasn't exactly upset that she was reaped. the new capitol escort, vestis sylver, however saw ceres' potential. she was farm-strong and good with a crossbow so, after being pushed by vestis, she gets a training score of ten. she wins by using a similar tactic to katniss, both offensive and defensive.

angus flaxon won the fourty-eighth games at age eighteen. it was the only time ever for a non-career district to get a back-to-back win. vestis played a huge part in this, getting sponsors for angus and pushing him during his training, earning him a score of nine. ceres also knew angus, as they were from the same plain in nine and even went to the same school. angus wins by joining an anti-career pack made up of outer-district tributes, on the promise that if he joined they wouldn't kill maisie lynd, his fourteen-year-old district partner. after they are the last ones left, angus is the most agile and ends up scaling the tallest tree to seek refuge from the mutts, quite stunned after failing to save maisie. i believe, if he could've saved her, he would've let her win.

thérèse "thea" vaughn won the sixty-eighth games at age fifteen. after twenty years of loss, district nine's victors grew tired. thea was reaped alongside eighteen-year-old emory bledsoe, who she became great friends with during training. people didn't expect much of her, being from timber (the poorest part of nine) but she was actually quite strong and very talented with a warscythe. turns out, her and her cousin had been working illegally (on their own land, not connected to the industry) from the age of ten, building both physical strength and survival skills. her and emory allied during the games, but a particular career girl, echo kane, went rogue from the pack and began hunting anyone she saw fit. she remembered both thea and emory getting relatively high scores for an outer-district, so she went for them first and managed to kill emory. this left thea spiralling, but she had to keep moving on. it ended up being her and echo left, they had both scaled the same tree to get away from the mutts, and thea outsmarted echo by using rope and a hook to attach herself to the tree, surprising echo when she thought she had killed thea, and pushing her off of the tree.

okay this was rlly long lmao sorry for the infodump, but thank u so much for asking 💓

[adaricruz]

hello !! i don’t post my ocs here much but i really liked how this one came out .

the guy on the left is ryan maxwell , a 21 year old aspiring professional skateboarder who’s a bit too tired of what his life has become .

guy on the right is daniel miller , a 23 year old mechanic who has a somewhat cynical view on life.

they’ve been friends since they were kids , ryan 12 & dan 14 . they’ve been inseparable ever since . feelings began to develop soon for ryan , but of course didn’t act on them in fear of losing his best friend . after the events of bloodletting , my wip graphic novel , ryan is back home & ready to face all of his fears , including confessing his true feelings & putting an end on this dilemma . feelings are reciprocated , & the rest is history . ( for a good while , at least . )

more info on these charas on instagram !

[foxanderus]

John Rawson | Terry Night-Davis | Alex Blackwood | Alan Brody

[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly - Chapter 5. Movie Night

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing - Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: You start your job at the library, meet a new resident of Jackson and Joel takes you to the movies. 1.8K

Thank you to @saradika-graphics for the book line divider. :)

Chapter 1 Here Chapter 2 Here Chapter 3 Here Chapter 4 Here

Chapter 5. Movie Night

After stopping by the clothing swap, Joel walks you to the library in your “new” old black t-shirt, with the faded logo of Guns n’ Roses, one of your favorite bands from childhood, you can still remember most of the words to the entire Use Your Illusion II album. Your eyes lit up when you found it and it actually fits you, even a tiny bit loose, your favorite. Joel couldn’t help the smile that formed on his plush lips seeing you full of glee, like a child that never went through any of this shit. At the library, you meet an older gentleman named Doc, long grey hair, warm smile and a sparkle in his eyes. He’s hoping to retire this year and you’re just in time to learn the ropes and take over. He walks you through the stacks and what he’s been able to do with the last three years he’s spent there. Organizing, cataloguing, working out distribution to the townsfolk. He even encourages you to suggest your own ideas on how to facilitate the place. You take your time walking around and looking at the books, all in various stages of use, but mostly well held up. Sometimes there are even multiple copies of something where the beginning is in one and the end in the other.

It's magical, being surrounded by all these stories, all these means of escape. And you haven’t even gotten to the VHS tape section with the movies. You grew up going to the video store every Friday with your parents, picking out something for them and something for you. Sitting in your room and watching the stories unfold before your eyes. You even worked in a video store before the outbreak, studied filmmaking in school. This place is already healing you. You can feel it. “Ash, got a visitor here, needs help finding something,” Doc says to break you from your reverie. You walk to the front desk and find a young man, probably in his early 30s, blonde hair, average height, good looking, but kind of like the asshole in your high school that’s on the soccer team and makes fun of you in front of his friends. “Ash, is it? I heard we had a newbie in town. I’m Ryan, nice to meet you,” he says as he takes your hand and gives it a squeeze. You still at the touch, people don’t really touch like this anymore and you haven’t been touched since you got here except for Joel and that was …different.

“Hi, uh, what can I help you with?” You say curtly. “Well, I’m looking for something to read, maybe something sci-fi, think you can help me out,” he says with a smirk. This guy isn’t here to read, he’s here to get the info on the new girl, ugh fuck off. “Um, sure, follow me.” Even though you’re new, you’ve quickly made a map in your head of the library space and the way Doc has taken to organizing and grouping things. You head straight to fiction section, which is currently just by author last name, you’ll change that. Wanting to get this over quickly, you look for H.G. Wells, and find The Invisible Man and hand it to the guy. So, Brad or whatever the fuck his name is will get away from you. “A Grotesque Romance,” he says reading the subtitle on the cover. “Interesting choice,” again with the smirk. “Yup, hope you enjoy it,” you say not really looking at him anymore. “I’m sure I will,” he says looking your body up and down. “See ya around, Ash.” You smile quickly and turn to walk away. Well, that’s the first person you’ve met that you immediately dislike, you guess it was bound to happen in a town with this many fucking people. A very obvious downside.

At the end of your shift, you say goodbye to Doc and start on your walk to the dining hall that will be turned into a movie theatre for the evening for a viewing of Jurassic Park. Your tote bag, courtesy of your new boss, filled with three books. Carrie by Stephen King for you, a graphic novel called, Somewhere in the Stars for Ellie, and No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy for Joel. You wonder if he’ll like your old man joke or not. And like you’ve manifested him; he’s standing outside the library leaning against a lamppost, waiting for you. He’s stunning, standing with his arms crossed against his chest, in a green flannel with red lines and the sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick forearms and his hair wet and slicked back. And he’s there for you. He looks up and notices you walking towards him, you bite your lip to try and hide your smile. “Well, how’d it go?” He asks with his mouth in a line but his eyes, they’re different, warmer. “Good,” you answer, “Doc’s really lovely and it’s amazing how many books you all have.” He watches you speak, and you think he might see something new, and you feel it too, invigorated. You begin to walk in step with one another to the movie night.

“I got Ellie something,” you say as you dig into your bag and retrieve the graphic novel, handing it to Joel. He smiles warmly, probably thinking of Ellie and says, “She’ll love this.” After he hands it back you put it away and reach for the book you got for him, “And this …is for you.” Your hold your breath hoping he likes your choice. “Old Men, that a crack on me, sweetheart?” He says with a chuckle. Sweetheart, he just called you sweetheart. He continues, “Thank you, that’s real kind. Always wanted to read this one, never had the chance, always workin’ too much before everything happened.” “Good, well now you can.” He hands it back and your fingers brush just slightly and like this morning you feel a bolt of electricity run through you. You look away and hope he can’t see the blush on your cheeks.

When you walk into the theatre together, quite a few people look your way with curiosity. You don’t know if it’s because you’re new in town or because you’re with the big, bad Joel Miller. But soon, you don’t care because you smell the popcorn and hear people laughing and see the big projector screen. And you almost sob right then and there. Joel’s watching you in wonder. He lightly touches your shoulder, leaning in close he whispers, “Go pick out a seat wherever you want, I’ll get us some snacks.” A shiver runs down your spine and he’s gone. You find what you deem the perfect seat, close to the middle and along the center aisle. You see Ellie who gives you a wave and wanders after a pretty, dark-haired girl around her age. She looks so happy, and it makes your heart clench in your chest. You start to worry how much you’ve gotten comfortable here, it’s a lot so soon. And you worry that it could all be taken away, like everyone and everything in your life already has.

Before you can spiral too far into your mind, Joel sits next to you. “You couldn’t pick a place a little less surrounded by people?” he says with a grunt. “Hey, you said anywhere I want,” you pout at him. “That I did, I guess I shouldn’t leave it up to you next time,” he says with another hint of a laugh. Did he say next time? Did you really hear that? The movie starts to play, and you and Joel share popcorn, he holds it for you and offers it over to you every couple of minutes. You hear the music by John Williams, and it takes you back. When you were a little girl and your parents would sit you between them and watch you as your eyes lit up taking it all in, so enthralled. Popcorn now long forgotten, it comes to one of the parts you’ve never forgotten, when the girl, is about to fall through the ceiling and the velociraptors are underneath her dangling body and they snap at her legs. You jump out of your skin and grab onto Joel’s hand. After the jump scare you start to laugh, still holding onto him, then you look over at him and he’s already looking at you, a soft smile on his face, until both your smiles fade replaced with a longing gaze until he drops your hand and turns back to the movie. You worry you’ve gone too far, asked for too much, too soon. You clasp your hands back in your lap and try to enjoy the rest of the movie in silence.

As the T-Rex screams and the banner falls, the room is filled with applause. Everyone loved this movie; it didn’t matter who you were. The lights come on and everyone begins to make their way out into the night air of Jackson. Joel says he’s going to find Ellie and for you to “stay put.” Eyeroll. Unfortunately, that’s when Brad or whoever the fuck from earlier decides to come and say hello. “Hi there, Ash. How’d you like the movie?” he says while again looking you up and down. “It’s great, one of my favorites but I guess you weren’t born when it came out, huh?” You don’t even know if it’s true you just want to infantilize him, so he’ll go away. Instead, he laughs and touches your arm, “You may be right about that one.” Suddenly, Joel is back at your side with Ellie, “Time to go.” He says to you gruffly. Ellie is looking between you, Joel and what’s his name wide-eyed like she’s waiting for fireworks or a fight to break out. “Oh, hey Joel, I didn’t know you knew our girl, Ash here,” he says with a smirk, looking only at you. “She’s staying with us, Ryan.” Joel says, fist clenched at his side. Ryan, oh that’s his name. “Okay, well maybe you can save me a seat next time, Ash,” Ryan says with a tip of his hat gesture, the dumbass isn’t even wearing a hat. Idiot. “Bye,” you say as you turn to walk after Ellie and Joel. Ellie hangs back with you as Joel darts off ahead of you. With a grin Ellie says, “What was all that about, huh?” You look at her with a disgusted look on your face, “I honestly have no idea.” Over the next several days, you avoid Brad/Ryan like the plague. Haha, plague. And sadly Joel barely speaks to you, but he does leave out your wolf mug by the coffee machine every morning.

[itsoutrageouss]

Like a bellflower - chapter one

chapter one of like a bellflower, a Joel Miller x Fem!Oc fanfiction.

warnings: violence, death, blood, the word 'rape', general apocalyptic angst things yk

words: 2,6k

Story taglist

1. A stoic rescue

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“If we don’t find some more fucking ammo soon I swear i’m going to kill someone,” Kade grumbled as we all walked along a broad gravelly road. He bit into the last of his dried meat with anger, ripping the flesh apart aggressively with his teeth. His arm nearly hit me as it swung back. I always stayed behind the four of them. Kade, Ryan, Sarah and Cole. When they found me, and agreed to pick me up along with them I thought I could find solidarity in Sarah. A girl. Or a woman I should say, because she is a lot more woman than me. 

Her shoulders were as broad as the mens, her figure sturdy and hardened like her face. No solidarity was to be found in those eyes. She met me like the men did; looking down at me with clenched jaws, demanding I fix us all food and making mean jokes when I try to brush and fix my hair. 

“That ain’t going to fix nothing sweetheart- how about a trip to the salon instead? It’ll be on me,” Kade would say with a nasty grin and they would all belt out laughter while they tended to their guns like I tend to my hair, with the same kind of care. The kind you should never use on weapons.

“But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue,” I always quote, biting my tongue until metal melts in my mouth.

“You have to calm down, we’re almost at the next town. If there isn’t any ammo, we’ll butcher someone that has some.” Cole replies, walking with fast, tough steps. They were always so hard, so violent. I watched intensely as my feet kicked the gravel. My gun didn’t have a lot of ammo left either but I would rather not have to hurt someone to get more. I’d run if I had to, but I really didn’t. 

The rest of the walk was silent, until old suburban houses started appearing. No one spoke to me. Wordlessly everyone divided to ransack the houses. Cole and Kade went together, so did Ryan and Sarah. Sarah, a dainty, feminine name for a woman with cold, rejecting eyes. No solace. I walked on my own, shoulders slumping. 

The house was a pale blue, the door was off the hinges completely, and I stepped over the rotten wood. Dust swirled in the beams of light that were pushing through barred windows. Someone had stayed here for a while, it looked like. Empty cans of food were piled on the dirty kitchen tiles. When I glanced back at the broken down door, I noticed the beating it had taken. The blood stains that the wood had absorbed. Scratch marks. I didn’t want to think of what had happened here, and instead I filtered through the flashes of sunlight, the warmth pulsing on my cheek. The air smelled like rotten wood too, as well as flowers. They bloomed in the corners of the walls, through broken tapestry they unfolded like nothing had ever bothered them. Like the whole world wasn’t dying. Untouched by the destruction, pretty and blooming. I wished to be like the flower. 

There was no ammo, but in the back cabinets I found old cans of beans that must’ve been forgotten in whatever hurry had happened here. Between the wooden beams that barred the window I saw the others gathering in the middle of the road. Soldiers, they looked like. Machines. They made my skin crawl and every soft thing inside me hardened. I solidified, when everything I fought for everyday was to be soft. Free, fresh and blooming like a flower. A war between me and the world to preserve the delicate human I was, but I felt like throwing it all up when Kade looked at me. He made me feel like he wanted to rape me. His eyes were wide like a drug addict, and his stare a direct look into the most damaged soul I had ever met in my life. I had no clue what his story was and I was terrified to find out. He wanted to hurt the world like it had hurt him and I didn’t want to be here to see it but I had nowhere else to go. 

They talked aggressively to each other, heads bent close together even though there probably wasn't anyone around for miles. I still never got used to seeing people standing in the middle of the roads. The cars were supposed to be there. And now all the cars were flipped upside down and stripped for parts. Sarah crushed a spiring dandelion under her foot. Her black, greasy hair flipped around her head when she talked. The day was beautiful but the people were not. 

We decided to camp there, in the house I found. I found a broken family photo in a bedroom upstairs. I was frozen, sitting on a four poster bed with a family full of strangers in my hand. This room was a memory in time. A photo in itself. If not for the barricaded window, where the sunlight slowly turned red, you wouldn’t be able to tell that life had died everywhere around it. So I stayed there all night. I went downstairs silently, like a child who’d awoken from a nightmare. But there were no parents downstairs, and I crept silently around them to grab a can of beans. Kades big hand squeezed my fragile wrist harshly and the can dropped from my hand. “You’re not taking all of that,” he spoke harshly before opening the can and pouring almost all of the content into an empty one. The rest he gave to me. “Sit down,” he stroked my wrist where he’d hurt me and I coiled away, sitting down reluctantly. I never joined their talk. Ryan was the nicest of them all, though the difference in their behaviors were minimal. They had been just them for so long that Sarah was Ryan and Ryan was Cole and all of them were Kade. Not one authentic trait that wasn’t given to them by the apocalypse. None of their own selves left from before. I pitied it, sort of. When they dozed off in their sleeping bags I snuck back up and crawled under the cold comforter in the bedroom with the photo on the pillow next to me. I tried to imagine living here. With my family, when they were still here. Sleeping next to my parents in their bed even though i probably was a bit too old for it. We wouldn’t tell anyone. Tomorrow we’d make breakfast together, maybe? 

Those thoughts put me to sleep. 

Bang. I woke with such a violent start that my hand flung the photo to the carpeted floor. It was already broken, but now the glass had fallen out of the frame in pieces completely. I had ruined the last memory of this family. Another bang. It was gunshots and the crashes that followed rumbled the old flooring beneath me. Impulsively I ripped the photo from the frame and stuck it in my pocket. I didn’t know how to move. We had never been in this situation. I had never been apart from the group when we were attacked. They were always there and always merciless. I had to fend for myself still, because they prioritized each other over me anytime. Sometimes it was as if they would purposefully let me fight on my own despite them being fully capable of helping me. I swung my backpack on, in case I had to run again. My hands trembled and the gun nearly slipped from my grasp. I creaked open the bedroom door, right at the top of the stairs. “Fucking get him!” I heard Ryan yell. More crashes, grunts. The stairs creaked as I took a step but another noise covered it. Blood sprayed on the wall next to the broken front door. Greasy black hair, fell with a thud to the ground. Blood started to pool around Sarah’s head, which was all of her I could see from this angle. I breathed in. It smelled like being on summer camp. Sunlight, fresh air but a metallic, wooden scent interfered with the peaceful memory. Kane roared and I heard him  surge towards whoever the perpetrator was. I closed my eyes harshly until it hurt, then I opened them and ran down the stairs as the spots faded away from my sight. My gun was stretched in front of me. Everything after that happened so fast I barely caught it. An elbow to Ryan's face who stumbled backwards. To clean shots through Cole's stomach. Bang, bang, thud. Bile rose in my throat. My gun was still in front of me. I didn’t move. I didn’t know what I felt. 

A loud grunt, a missed shot but a punch to the gut from Kade to the stranger. He was hardened too, but not in the cold, menacing way of the others. He looked human, I thought, right before he twisted Kades arm around in a nasty crack, pushing his back into the man's chest before firing a bullet right through his temples. Kade looked at me then, and for the first and only time I saw something else in his eyes. He looked scared. Like a little boy who’d been told off. Who’d been left alone and scolded and shown no love, who now pleaded for it for the last time ever. And then my eyes turned sympathetic. I did everything I could to give him that last piece of whatever feeling closest to affection I had for him and a peace fell over his eyes right as the bullet tore through him. My mouth was sour, and I leaned down, throwing up right next to Sarah’s body. 

The stranger let Kade fall to his knees, discarded him and stalked towards me with a reaction time that seemed inhuman. I expected the harsh, calloused hands of a man piercing my skin. Like Kade’s used to. I dropped the gun. It landed in my own puke. The man stopped between me and the mess. We both looked down. Then we looked up. My eyes were filled with hot, stingy tears from throwing up. Maybe fear. He breathed harshly, quickly and his nostrils flared. His eyes were dark as he looked demandingly underneath his furrowed brows. He had a handsome face, salt and pepper scruff, a hooked nose and sloped lips. But he also was hardened from this world. 

His shoulders fell, quickly aware that I probably wasn’t the biggest threat around. That irritated me, and I squared up, fisting my hands. “Get away or I'll punch you.” I said. There was volume in my voice that I didn't expect. He didn’t move, but looked down on my petty gun again. Then he turned around, and started searching the bodies of my old crew. He took their guns, searched them. I stood still. I was shaking like a leaf and tears rolled down my cheeks now silently. I wasn’t sad for these people. I was sad for the last time this happened. When it was the people I cared for that lay still while I stood up. I cried for them,  tightly fisting the photo of the family I found in my pocket. The man stopped, and looked at me. “I’ll leave some stuff for you,” he said. His voice was gruff. And it hit me like bricks, so hard I nearly folded into two again. I was going to be left alone. The man was looking done, about to leave again. Then there would be silence, like when snow falls. Nothing. 

“Take me with you,” I said, too desperate for my liking but suddenly he felt like the last thing I had in the world even though I didn't even know his name.

“No,” he said, and walked out the backdoor without looking back. I wiped my gun off in Sarah’s shirt, with a little regret but not so much that i felt guilty and followed the man out. He had a horse that was tied to a tree.

“You have to.” i stated, my breathing quick and shallow. I would not let him leave. 

“I don’t, actually.” 

Did he not feel any remorse? What if that was my family he just killed, and then left me for myself. Not even so merciful as to put me in the grave with them? But they weren’t my family and I would not go with them into death, but this man didn’t know. 

“You just killed everything around me.” It wasn’t the first time that had happened and I felt like I was grasping at water, trying to hold it in my hand. I heaved in a gasp of shock and sorrow and it was what finally made him look at me. His brows furrowed even more, if possible. His face softened, and I swore I saw guilt flash across his still-new features. He was listening.

“I’m silent. You won’t even know i’m here. And as soon, I promise, as soon as we come across somewhere else I can stay, I'll leave. But you owe me a ride.” I wasn’t used to selling myself, to making me sound like someone you’d want along on your travels and even though my face heated with embarrassment and the words I spoke, it was all the hope I had not to curl up in that four poster bed until I withered into nothing. 

He said nothing for a while, looking somewhere behind me in thought. I mustered my most desperate eyes. I tried baring my soul through them for him to see that I needed this. He already seemed ways better than any of the four people that had taken me upon since the tragic incident. 

“As soon as we find something.. livable, you’re gone.” he grumbled. The relief made my knees weak, air seeped out of me uncontrollably and I had to hold onto the tree so as to not fall in on myself. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I whispered, tasting tears on my lips that I wiped profusely. I was not to be a burden to this man before I had even gotten onto his horse. 

“Just follow me and stay quiet,” he said, pulling the horse along with him. We walked, and I didn't look back. The blue house I swore to leave forever behind me. The photo I held onto. The sun was only just rising, cold and bright as it stretched over the abandoned houses. We walked in the middle of the road, on each side of the horse. I felt warmth on my skin, on my hair and I combed it down with my fingers and braided it down my back. And no one laughed, or said anything. I realized this might have been my rescue as I looked up at the pine trees ahead, instead of down at the gravel. I looked anywhere I liked and made my hair look nice and I stroked the now curled up photo with my thumb, looking over at the man.

“What's your name?” 

I had already broken one of three rules: stay silent, follow me, leave me alone as soon as possible.

He sighed, “you’re not very good at this.” 

Even his scolding, and his glare was everything Kades wasn’t. There was no malice, no intention to hurt. I didn’t feel fear in my gut. 

“I’m Belle. Like the princess” I peaked over the horse’s moving body.

“Like bellflowers,” he said, glancing at me for barely a second. Like a bellflower, blooming, delicate and untouched by the world. I wish it was so.

“Joel. My name is Joel”

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chapter two

[swayhere]

canon starter call - open to anyone !

i have a strong urge to write some canon muses, so if you would be interested in writing against any of the canon muses listed under the READ MORE below, please comment/IM me and i can send a starter your way or reply to one of your starters.

i do not require you to know anything about my muse's canon, but i'm more than happy to tell you about it if you ask. i'd be happy to write canon muses against your ocs! also, mixing fandoms is 100% ok with me unless your canon muse is problematic and makes me uncomfy. my canon muses do not have all their memories or relationships from their life unless we plot it, but they will have the same general personality/ambitions.

if you are willing to write against my canon muses but don't care which, just like this post, and i'll take a look at your open starters and/or send you a closed starter at random with a muse i think fits the vibe.

*please don't agree to write against my canon muses if you're one of those picky weirdos that will be up in arms if i don't write a cannon muse exactly how you would.

( if you'd prefer to write against an oc muse only, check this post. )

canon muses i'd like to write: bold = extra big muse rn. strikethrough = exclusive, so not rn.

muses from tv shows: 

911 — eddie diaz , evan buckley , athena grant , bobby nash , karen wilson

911: lonestar — carlos reyes , grace ryder , judson ryder , t.k. strand , owen strand

as the world turns — dr. reid oliver , luke snyder

boy meets world — shawn hunter , jack hunter , angela moore , topanga lawrence

chuck — sarah walker , chuck bartowski , bryce larkin 

degrassi — jimmy brooks , sean cameron , ellie nash , marco del rossi , sav bhandari , drew torres , zoe rivas , miles hollingsworth iii , tiny bell , esme song , 

gilmore girls — jess , luke

good trouble — gael martinez , jamie hunter , callie adams foster , mariana adams foster , evan speck , joaquin perez , dennis cooper 

how i met your father — sid , ian , sophie , jesse

how i met your mother — marshall eriksen , lily aldrin , victoria

how to get away with murder — laurel castillo , connor walsh , oliver hampton , michaela pratt , frank delfino 

jessica jones — jessica jones

lost — kate austen , juliet burke , daniel faraday , desmond hume , sayid jarrah , sun-hwa kwon , claire littleton , walter ‘walt’ lloyd , charlie pace , hugo ‘hurley’ reyes , shannon rutherford , miles straume 

new amsterdam — lauren bloom , elizabeth wilder , casey acosta

new girl — nick miller , winston bishop , cece parekh

one tree hill — nathan scott , lucas scott , keith scott , chase adams , brooke davis 

outer banks (obx) — jj maybank , kiara carrera

please like me — arnold 

rosewell, new mexico — michael guerin , maria deluca , isobel evans

scandal — olivia pope , prezzy fitz

scooby doo — daphne blake

stranger things — robin buckley , steve harrington , jim hopper , chrissy cunningham , eddie munson , max mayfield , eleven , mike wheeler 

superstore — jonah simms

the 100 — finn collins

the bear — richie jerimovich, carmy berzatto , marcus , sydney adamu  

the mindy project — danny castellano 

the office — ryan howard , jim halpert , pam halpert , kelly kapoor , holly flax

the politician — river barkley , astrid sloan 

the young & the restless — sally spectra , adam newman , chelsea lawson , phyllis summers , lily winters , sharon newman , chance chancellor , victoria newman , tessa porter , amanda sinclair , cole howard

younger — josh , kelsey peters

muses from books: 

along for the ride ( book version only ) — eli stock , auden west , maggie  

one of us is lying ( book version only ) — cooper clay , nate

red white & royal blue — alex claremont-diaz , prince henry , zahra bankston

we were liars — gatwick ‘gat’ matthew patil

muses from movies: 

dead poets society — neil perry , charlie dalton , todd anderson

harry potter — lee jordan

les mis — enjolras , grantaire 

super 8 — joe lamb , martin , preston

twilight — irina denali , jasper cullen

[dear-indies]

hiya! 🧡 could i please get some help in finding some fc's of color who have resources playing a vampire? (who aren't from interview with the vampire, bc its gonna be an iwtc-centered oc) if not, just fc's you think would be great vampires! a woc is who i'm leaning towards, but im down for anyone of any age! thank you so much 🫶🏼

Angela Bassett (Vampire in Brooklyn) African-American.

Jacob Batalon (Reginald the Vampire) Filipino.

Kim Ji Woong (The Blood) Korean.

Michael Malarkey (The Vampire Diaries) part Palestinian.

Sisi Stringer (Vampire Academy) African Australian.

Rutina Wesley (True Blood) African-American.

Ami Tomite (Tokyo Vampire Hotel) Japanese.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (Day Shift) Chinese / White.

and then:

Shohreh Aghdashloo (1952) Iranian.

D. B. Woodside (1969) African-American.

Gina Torres (1969) Afro-Cuban.

Hu Bing (1971) Korean.

Mahershala Ali (1974) African-American.

Daniel Wu (1974) Hongkonger.

Florence Kasumba (1976) Ugandan.

Omar Sy (1978) Mauritanian / Fula Senegalese.

Nonso Anozie (1979) Nigeiran - isn't a vampire in this but has the vibe in Dracula.

Maggie Q (1979) Vietnamese / White.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans.

Rami Malek (1981) Egyptian 12.5% Greek.

Fawad Khan (1981) Pashtun and Punjabi Pakistani.

Miyavi (1981) Japanese / Korean.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani.

Mahesh Jadu (1982) Bihari, Gorakhpuri and Kashmiri Indo-Mauritian.

Dichen Lachman (1982) Tibetan / German.

Kim Jae Wook (1983) Korean.

Cara Gee (1983) Ojibwe.

Florence Faivre (1983) Thai / French.

Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other].

Amar Chadha-Patel (1986) Punjabi and Gujarati Indian.

Da'Vine Joy Randolph (1986) African-American.

Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro Jamaican.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Lewis Tan (1987) Singaporean Chinese / White.

Desmond Chiam (1987) Chinese Singaporean.

Jim Sarbh (1987) Parsi Indian.

Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Aiysha Hart (1988) Saudi Arabian / White.

Gregg Chillin (1988) Armenian and White.

Christina Chong (1989) Hongkonger / White.

Katy M. O'Brian (1989) African-American and White - is a lesbian.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian.

Steve Noh (1990) Korean.

Kim Yong Ji (1991) Korean.

Jennifer Cheon Garcia (1992) Korean / Mexican.

Jenny Zeng (1993) Chinese.

Song Kang (1994) Korean.

Jaz Sinclair (1994) African-American / White.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American.

Yumi Nu (1996) Japanese / White.

Wang Zi Yi (1996) Chinese.

Havana Rose Liu (1997) Chinese / White - is pansexual.

Lauren Tsai (1998) Taiwanese / White.

Here you go! Please let me know if you want something more specific.

[spenglercore]

OC Masterlist

Made a list of OCs, organized by the IP they exist in. I'll add links to general info on them as I make the posts, and update this with missing info over time.

A lot of them are just different versions of an original, for example Victoria is the 'original', and all other OCs paired with a Harold look the same as her physically and share certain aspects of their backstory, but have different haircuts, styles of dress, etc.

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GHOSTBUSTERS:

-Victoria 'Vic' Smith, punk nerd and Ghostbuster and later wife to Egon and mother to Callie.

-Cameron Spengler, Callie's younger brother by a year.

-Piotr Kowalski and Ilse Spengler, Egon's parents.

-Johann, Wilhelmina (Willie), Iosif, Marie and Pierre Spengler, Egon's five younger siblings.

STRIPES:

-Ingrid Antonova, greaser-punk and car mechanic.

-Zane Ziskey, Ingrid and Russell's wildass sentient mop of a son.

-Pater and Elsie, Russell's parents.

-Ian, Velma, Joseph, Maria and Piers, Russell's five chaotic younger siblings.

ORANGE COUNTY:

-Katya Brown, chemist and Stanford graduate just trying to make it work in the Bay Area.

-Maksym and Megan (Maks and Meg), fraternal twin children to Don and Katya and complete and utter surprise babies.

-Peter and Ellen, Don's parents.

-Giovanni, Willa, Joshua, Mariah and Pierce, Don's younger siblings.

STEALING HOME:

-Sophia 'Trippy' Tripolski, artist and handyman.

- Edward and Andrea (Eddie and Andy), her two kids with Alan.

BABY BOOM:

-Tracey Miller, secretary/office gofer currently pursuing a degree in Architecture

- Veronica, the daughter with Steven that shouldn't exist bc Tracey had always been told she wasn't able to even have kids.

SCTV:

For Dustin Eastwood:

-Cassidy 'Sid' Larson, general ranch hand type, occasional bounty hunter.

-Milo, her and Dustin's son who is FASCINATED by the outdoors.

-Piter and Elise, Dustin's parents.

-John, Elma, Joey, Mary and Pete, Dustin's five younger siblings.

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For Officer Friendly, whom I named Oscar:

-Penelope 'Penny' Miller, professional 70s punk protestor.

-Benjamin, Casey, Melanie (Mel), Crystal, Shaun and Josephine, Penny and Friendly's six little chaotic felons.

- Philip and Lisa, Ofc. Friendly's parents.

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For Moe Green:

- Nicole 'Nick' Jensen. Info pending. Because Moe needs SOMEbody to comfort him, holy shit.

- Ryan, Erin and Joel, her three kids with Moe.

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For the PTA Fucker, whom I named Sterling Silver (fuck you Sam):

- Judy 'Jude' Silver, formerly Judy Gold, all I have for her is sixties hippie vibes but to the left.

- Joy, Cassius (Cas), Bianca (Bee), Leroy, Charlie and Dawn, Jude and Sterlings half-planned, half-surprise counterculture mob.

[nightmarefuele]

muse directory.

primaries in big. repression is a huge theme on this blog. smut happens (usually in gruesome ways), but don't expect it.

Dune, Star Wars, general gritty sci-fi;

na-Baron Feyd-Rautha ; austin butler ; draws 98% from the '24 film. Verosha Aniseya ; amandla stenberg Qimir | The Stranger ; manny jacinto ; might feature a knight verse in addition to some canon Ren (of 'the' Ren) ; adam driver ; a heavily divergent/'oc-ified', post(usually)-snoke, visceral horror, gritty lean from star wars' kylo ren. Shin Hati ; ivanna sakhno ; ahsoka. Kylo Ren ; adam driver ; as close to kylo 'canon' as i'm capable of writing, but solely draws from tfa characterization. Mae-ho Aniseya ; amandla stenberg Paul-Muad'Dib Atreides ; timothee chalamet ; leans on the book(+ messiah) from time to time. Lady Margot Fenring ; léa seydoux. Officer KD6-3.7 ; ryan gosling ; blade runner 2049 . Ezra ; pedro pascal ; prospect (2018). Cee ; sophie thatcher ; prospect (2018).

HotD;

Melisande Shahrizai ; oc-ified character lifted from the kushiel's series; testing ; some amalgamized version of saffron vadher with myriem boukadida's vogue covers Aegon II Targaryen ; tom glynn-carney Alicent Hightower ; olivia cooke Aemond Targaryen ; ewan mitchell Rhaena Targaryen ; phoebe campbell Jacaerys Velaryon ; harry collett Addam di Hull ; clinton liberty Rhaenyra Targaryen ; milly alcock, emma d'arcy Mysaria ; sonoya mizuno Helaena Targaryen ; hunter schafer (slightly different interpretation), phia sabban Oscar Tully ; archie barnes Alys Rivers ; gayle rankin, katie mcgrath Baela Targaryen ; bethany antonia

villains, antiheroes;

John Constantine ; keanu reeves Loki Laufeyson ; tom hiddleston ; fuck u i don't consider post-tdw canon. ciao Jonathan Crane ; cillian murphy ; selective muse, likely won't be writing him within gotham just for the sake of gotham. want to explore him thru different subjects and lenses.

bleak, flexible, modern;

Shelly Webster ; fka twigs ; the crow (2024). Lisa Nova ; rosa salazar ; brand new cherry flavor.Code ; manny jacinto ; brand new cherry flavor. Elliot Alderson ; rami malek ; mr. robot. Phillip Price ; michael cristofer ; mr. robot. Leon ; joey bada$$ ; mr. robot. Lisbeth Salander ; rooney mara ; the girl with the dragon tattoo (2011) . Berry Rydell ; young josh hartnett ; freelance private security officer from william gibson's virtual light trilogy, based in retrofuturist nocal and socal. just a guy doing his own thing and getting caught up, routinely, somehow, in the national (but very top-secret) dickfight over some expensive glasses. + virtual reality, or whatever. Control (John Rodriguez) ; bob morley ; based on authority by jeff vandermeer, and annihilation, book and film, exploring hypnosis/mind control and consequent distrust, or outright paranoia. operates at the branch-end of a highly bureaucratic and mysterious organization. eventually ends up at Southern Reach, "...a secret agency that manages expeditions into a place known as Area X, an uninhabited and abandoned coastal area of an unnamed country which nature is gradually reclaiming." 'nature', in this context, being a cute/tame word. refers to his guns as 'gramps', 'grandpa', 'grandpap', etc. 6" tall, impassive. Tangerine ; aaron taylor-johnson ; bullet train . Colin Laney ; tbd. ; has a talent for identifying nodal points. Kid ; dev patel ; monkey man. Benny Cross ; austin butler ; the bikeriders ; characters like these are cute. i basically get to make them ocs.

apocalypse;

Joel Miller ; pedro pascal . Imperator Furiosa ; anya taylor-joy. (alyla browne.) Dr. Dementus ; chris hemsworth. Max Rockatansky ; tom hardy..

cyberpunk, modern sci-fi;

Connor (the Android Sent by Cyberlife) ; bryan dechart. Takeshi Kovacs ; joel kinnaman . Jesper Fahey ; kit young . Kaz Brekker ; freddy carter . Yennefer of Vengerberg ; anya chalotra .

cartoon;

Blitzø ; helluva boss Azula ; atla Silco ; arcane Jinx ; arcane Zuko ; atla

aus are fun. hit me with em or forever hold your peace.

ocs, always subject to adapt and update on a thread-to-thread basis;

Viggo Hurskainen ; firstname aliases include vil, nils, lars ; bill skarsgård ; 'soft' but also murdery. deranged and confused. will break away just as erratically as tag along. backdrops include scandinavian/russian/german mafia, interdimensional southern cthulhian gothic, (vampire) cult, serial killer bullshit, et al. sometimes works as 'housekeeping/cleanup crew.' (for assassinations.) (sometimes is the assassin/ation. or spy.) Oeznik Ambroicz ; cillian murphy ; loosely based on a character from an original script. flexible iterations. director of an institute/facility (sometimes agency, depending on setting and historical values) that focuses on exploring the residual elements that paranormal trauma leaves behind. these elements can be purely psychological, physical, combined, or, sometimes, paranormal themselves. in other iterations, to draw further on lovecraftian or cthulhu mythos elements, oeznik may lean more private investigator, or 'freelance', for his own mysterious and often unexplained purposes. focused and preoccupied when fixed securely inside his element; wary and suspicious when not. Nadya ; sara serraiocco, sara montpetit ; lab experiment turned a) runaway, b) interdimensional spy/assassin, c) something something time shenanigans. or simple modern ones. who the fuck knows. Dorian Yu ; christian yu ; tba. loosely based on christian yu's musical creations. relies either on psychological themes (wherein dorian is bipolar), for stories more grounded in realism, or the supernatural. heavily flexible, works into most (if not all) modern environments. can be taken a vaguely sci-fi or heavily cyberpunk route. (he's fun. smiley ball of energy and sunshine, or depressive and vaguely antagonistic shut-in.) prone to delusions, dissociation, and in severe instances, amnesia. Fifine ; anya taylor-joy ; random modern verse shenanigans. (the) Insomnium ; tbd. ; developed and hatched by a cult of space witches moreso than born. derived from an organically inorganic (or just inexplicable) substance. for tumblr purposes, blends the idea of dune's 'voice'. cult functions similarly on some levels to the b.g., but is entirely an unknown. stems from the same gritty, visceral horror environment and themes as the ren. (especially picky about where i throw this one.) space cultists tba.

[boabelboo]

bel please tell us about your capitol oc (i need the inspiration)

AAA AN OC ASK??? THANK U SM LILY ML <33

okok before anyone reads, TW for suicide attempt and just death in general, this is thg.

so this oc is sadly not a tbosas mentor bc he wasn't born at that time but i can say he is distantly related to dennis fling.

to start off, his name is vestis sylver and at the time of the 47th games (when he first becomes an escort) he is 22 years old.

he grew up in a typical privileged capitol household, his family had that ingrained prejudice to the districts, they werent as outspoken as other families though. he grew up not watching the games out of disinterest and kind of turned a blind eye to whatever happened in the districts because it didnt affect him.

this changes completely when his best friend (who he totally didn't have a crush on) from the capitol who was banished to district nine because of speaking out against the capitol, settled down and had kids and then one of the kids got reaped and died in the games.

that inspires him to become an escort for d9 specifically but oh boy did he make a mistake. first off, the mentor that he works with died the year before due to unforseen circumstances (she was killed by the capitol for silent rebellion, rip anona ryan, you'll be missed). he (at first) manages to help get back-to-back winners with ceres miller and angus flaxon (i changed the dates they won to fit this hc.... if u saw the og post with different dates..... ignore that 😭) but even with this newfound motive and a goal to help d9 win the games (not abolish the games overall) it completely backfires. his glamorised capitol background and privilege makes him blind to how difficult it actually is in the districts, even if he thinks he wants to help.

most of the tributes are unresponsive to him and he starts to realise "helping" the districts is much harder than he thinks. over and over again he tries to get through to the tributes (and the mentors... mainly ceres bc she is just done w him atp) but it never works, and they die over and over and over again. his work for the games strains him and all of his relationships get more and more difficult. he sees himself changing from someone who only cared about the districts because of a capitol friend into someone who really wants change, who sees himself in these kids and starts to realise that all district kids are the same as capitol kids, they just don't have the right opportunities.

he gets older and older and sees more and more that he needs to fight for these people. he realises that the games don't need to be "won", they need to be abolished. at one point (around the 65th games) the male tribute for district nine commits suicide before the games which causes a huge scandal, and it makes vestis realise that being an escort isn't going to help the kids, and starts to be subtly rebellious by spending more and more time in d9 when he should be in the capitol.

during the 68th games, where my oc thea wins, plutarch heavensbee is thea's sponsor and vestis and him get to talking. he ends up being in with the rebel plan, but makes the difficult decision not to tell the mentors of d9, who are already extremely depressed and he doesn't want to burden them with the information. (he later comes to realise this was the WRONG decision.... i wonder why.)

anyway that's as far as ive gotten into his story, im probably gonna continue his influence to the third quarter quell. hope u enjoyed this incoherent rant and hope it gives u some inspo 😭.

[theroseandthebeast]

Yuletide Recs, Batch Four

18 recs for North and South, The OC, Ocean's 8, Ocean's Eleven, Only Murders in the Building, Penny Dreadful, Peter Pan, Piranesi, Point Break, and Poker Face

Keeping True, Gen, John Thornton + Hannah Thornton + Fanny Thornton + Maria Hale + Nicholas Higgins + Mill Workers

Five views of Mr Thornton.

"if you weren't real i would make you up", Ryan Atwood & Summer Roberts + Seth Cohen/Summer Roberts

Tell the truth, but tell it like it’s a lie. Ryan Atwood grows up, and his relationships grow up with him.

Magpie, Ryan Atwood & Sandy Cohen + Ryan Atwood & Kirsten Cohen + Ryan Atwood/Marissa Cooper

Going fast enough, there was motion to it, and shape. The wires dipped in-between the poles, then curved back upward, then back down again - a never ending parabolic curve, like a child's drawing of ocean waves. He would imagine different creatures running on top of the wires - tigers, pandas, lions, cheetahs, or even a little miniature version of himself - running and leaping, keeping up with the car. He'd follow the horizon this way too - holding up one of his toy army men and lining up its legs with the line where the land met the sky. On the interstate, outside of the city, driving past farms and craggy hills and suburban enclaves, bunches of houses crowded up in little clusters like fungus erupting through the cracks in a tree's bark - everything looked like a toy. Like he could roll down the window and just scoop everything up, pull the whole world inside to look at it closer.

Encountering the Nova, Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Galaxies of women, there doing penance for impetuousness. Debbie and Lou meet cute.

somebody else's wallet, Danny Ocean/Rusty Ryan

When you look at another man for too long, you risk giving several things away.

What Really Happened with Marco, Danny Ocean/Rusty Ryan

Rusty visits Danny's grave, and remembers. Meanwhile, everyone has a story to tell about Danny and Rusty.

in the meantime, wait and see, Oliver Putnam/Charles-Haden Savage

Mabel Mora loves her old guys dearly, but she is getting tired of them sabotaging each other’s love lives.

1/3 Of What You're Saying, Theo Dimas/Mabel Mora

She dreams of puzzle pieces again, that first night at Theo’s. (Mabel and Theo as roommates, figuring it out.)

An Ingenue Looks at Seventy, Loretta Durkin/Oliver Putnam

Maybe this time, Loretta will get everything she ever dreamed of. Or at least a bigger piece of it.

ignition, Theo Dimas/Mabel Mora

“So, do I need to be worried about you getting with a murderer too, or can I reserve that particular worry for Charles and Charles alone?” Or, everyone seems to know before they do.

Dark Days Coming, Ethan Chandler/Vanessa Ives + Ethan Chandler & Vanessa Ives + Vanessa Ives/Hecate Poole + Ethan Chandler/Hecate Poole

Hecate makes a plan.

Somebody to Watch Over Me, Wendy Darling/James Hook

The Hook she had made up would never smile at a girl as if she were the most interesting person in the world and then tell her that of course, he would patiently await her decision.

Growing Pains, Wendy Darling/James Hook

Wendy knew Hook wasn't propositioning her to join his crew out of the non-existent goodness of his heart. Enchanting his eyes might be, but the coldness in them seeped right into her bones.

The Sixth Statue, Gen, Piranesi | Matthew Rose Sorensen + The House

Matthew Rose Sorensen explores the House.

The Reality of Shadows, Gen, Sixteen | Sarah Raphael

"And when he remembered his old habitation, and the wisdom of the den and his fellow-prisoners, do you not suppose that he would felicitate himself on the change, and pity them? Certainly, he would. … Yes, he said, I think that he would rather suffer anything than entertain these false notions and live in this miserable manner." - Plato, The Republic

The Waters below the Nineteenth Eastern Hall, The House + Piranesi | Matthew Rose Sorensen

Between the Eleventh and Fifteenth days of the Sixth Month in the Year the Albatross Came to the South-western Halls, there are days for which nothing was recorded. To fit into that space: a reflection on certain surprising Elements of the House.

lay my heart down, Bodhi/Johnny Utah

“Hey,” Bodhi says, soaked right down to the bone. “Room for an old friend?” Johnny takes a step back like he’s seen a ghost. “What the fuck?”

Ways to Disappear, Charlie Cale/Original Female Character

Charlie finds a place to stay awhile.

[rarestdoge]

Hello, and welcome to my

🔥PERSONAL HELL🔥

Enjoy your stay!

I've had this blog since early 2020. I'm very active here on Tumblr! I also post on Twitter, but that place is scary ngl

Yes, you can draw my OCs! In fact, you can do literally whatever you want with them so long as I'm credited. Just don't be weird, lmao. I'd love to be tagged so I can see your wonderful work!

I always appreciate asks! Just be patient with me actually answering em please lol

I don't mind being tagged! I won't bite (I will /affectionate)

If you want the NSFW alt, just ask me for the Twitter account in DMs, and I'll hand it over in private ONLY if you're 18 or over

P*dos, pr*shipp*rs, and anything else you'd see in your basic DNI list are not welcome here. Scram, you little shits.

Cameron Ryan Calvin Encyclopedia: The Camual | Government | Toppat | Cyborg | Rewired

Other References: Ace Jayson Stone | Dawn Miller | Katrin Calvin | Maverick Calvin | Sticksona

[kawaiinekoj]

old oc | ryan destiny.

❀ edits by kawaiinekoj (instagram) / gallery

moodboard — credits: poem by fortesa latifi ; types by @artyomtogo, lia miller ; abba · knowing me knowing you.

[myuniversesexplained]

This is a blog I created to explain all my ideas

Allowed things;

-draw ocs for these universes

-ask questions

-ask me for character ideas

Forbidden things;

-NSFW

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Universe 1 (underside);

Chaotic, 00b is a planet full of creatures called blooms, which are extremely friendly, but one day, the planet was invaded by other aliens, and through the innocence of the blooms, they tried make friends with these other aliens, but the aliens explored the blooms and the planet, several years later, we have species that try to hide from these aliens and their "dominator", called HASS.

under-side characters;

-Eric

-Vinnicius

-Deyne Ward

-Okanami

-Osak

-Aoki (or Carlos Angus)

-frollow (Or Angus)

-Saka Zoom

-Yahunna

-Bin (or Miguel Michelangelo Miller)

-Loid Ward

-Adam Ruslan

-Kisane

-Mateo Jones

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second universe (S.M.T)

a universe where society needs heroes, so a company emerges, called "New heroes", which intends to create new heroes, doing several experiments, they create 0294 (Sanemi), 0304 (Misake) and 0327 (Tsarki), the three most well-developed experiments (the others are still babies), but they have their problems.

About the characters besides them, well, they are the protagonists, but you can give me ideas for other characters for this universe

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third universe (Leen's world)

a website, called "Leen's world", where you interact with an NPC called Leen, and with the success of the game, they decided to create a new one, where you enter the game, which they didn't tell you, is that there is no way to get out of this new game, and now, you are part of this game, which to make matters worse, is a horror game (like knito pet), and you can be controlled by the game's AI

Leen's World Characters;

-Leen

-mizu (or Alex Drewber)

-Maza and Mari (or Yhanai)

-Deraki (or Prince Abel)

-Gofgob (or Goliath Aiken)

-Hitode (or Ryan Miller)

-Adaki (or Isaac)

-(other characters that I will create in the future)

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Fourth universe (chaotic camp);

Your parents received a proposal to work in another country, but they can't take you, so they leave you in a seemingly normal camp, with the owner of the camp David, when your parents leave,David acts strange, so he ends up turning into a kind of human anthropomorphic crocodile, you get scared, and run away, and bump into your nephew, who also is an anthropomorphic animal, he starts talking to you, and finally David finds you, he acts like he is not an anthropomorphic creature, he acts naive and innocent, he is not one of the best characteristics for a camp leader, then they explain to you that everyone there is an anthropomorphic animal, who can transform into a human, and everyone lives in harmony in this camp (harmony in a single second, this business is very disorganized)the place looks like a paradise for children, but, you don't feel comfortable with all of them just acting like children.

Chaotic Camp Characters:

-David

An anthropomorphic crocodile, green, Asperger, innocent, naive, a bit dumb, can't get angry (if he gets angry he starts crying like a baby), childish, optimistic, 26 years old (yeah, I know, he doesn't look like it), the leader of the camp.

-Otto

David's nephew,an anthropomorphic cat, has 6 arms, is white, has purple eyes, pink iris, and white pupils, likes to see everything in order, is calm, can calm everyone at the camp, is 14 years old.

(other characters I'm still creating)

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fifth universe (AWCATA)

("AWCATA" is an acronym for "Everyone Can Against the Apocalypse")

In this universe, I take all the character designs that I just did for the sake of it and don't use them and put them in this single universe

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Bonus characters;

-Elian Miller

-Yuj

-Tac

-∆[⟩ミ(or Azim)

ADE (or Nai)

-Gizu

-Serkaik

-Forgie

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(I think you'll like it :> [Bobby, frog, and yoursimp])

@bobbyth3b3arhug

@fantastic-frog2

@yoursimp098

[laurenairay]

My Original Characters

Here are all the original characters/ocs I have created for my stories on here – I’ll update this as I go along! They will be listed in chronological order of posting, from top to bottom.

Count as of 19th July 2024 - 30

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Name: Sofia Player: Tyson Barrie Fic: Make Me a Fool

Name: Ashley Miller Player: Dougie Hamilton Fic: Take a Chance

Name: Elizabeth/Lizzie Player: Tyson Barrie Fic: More Than Words

Name: Audrey James Player: Jeff Skinner Fic: Prove You Wrong

Name: Alyssa Morgan Player: Jamie Oleksiak Fic: I Swear To You

Name: Katerina Stewart Player: Cale Makar Fic: You Say I Am Loved

Name: Zoey Clark Player: Miro Heiskanen Fic: Easy to Say

Name: Juliet Player: Nico Hischier Fic: Walk in the Footsteps

Name: Chloe Duncan Player: Tyson Jost Fic: There a Chance (series)

Name: Malia Player: Brock Boeser Fic: afraid to know the answer

Name: Iris Davenport Player: Matthew Tkachuk Fic: I got the boy, she got the man

Name: Avery Carmichael Player: Chris Kreider Fic: Take me for what I am

Name: Joanna Player: Elias Pettersson Fic: Déjà-Brew

Name: Luna Player: Cale Makar Fic: you can’t blame a girl for trying

Name: Isabella Thornton Player: Anthony Beauvillier Fic: we’re lost and found

Name: Cameron Marlow Player: Jeff Skinner Fic: gotta trust how you feel inside

Name: Karla Nielsen Player: Frederik Andersen Fic: I’ll always guide you home

Name: Renée Moreau Player: Quinn Hughes Fic: I need your hands on me, sweet relief

Name: Gracelyn Davis Player: Jake Oettinger Fic: taking on the world together

Name: Mila Williams Player: Nico Hischier Fic: sometimes you just don’t know the answer

Name: Soren Player: Ryan Graves Fic: When the time is right

Name: Maeva Player: Sidney Crosby Fic: I’m still haunted by the memories

Name: Sera Player: Philipp Grubauer Fic: I never thought

Name: Kendra Lee Player: Frederik Andersen Fic: comes back to me, burning red

Name: Mollie Thomas Player: Tyson Jost Fic: summer days pass me by

Name: Rachel Summers Player: Nathan MacKinnon Fic: you’ve been sent to save me

Name: Gianna Player: Quinn Hughes Fic: I’ve got a secret, I’m telling everyone

Name: Nora Player: Nick Blankenburg Fic: how long I had to fight to be living my life

Name: Bailey Player: Matthew Tkachuk Fic: no hesitation, what are we waiting for?

Name: Dhara Nicholls Player: Matt Martin Fic: I can’t help it if I like it