#oc: teddy green

[ginger-grimm]

OC NEW YEARS CHALLENGE 2023-2024

Day 2: I Polish Up Real Nice

KIPPI GOODE & TEDDY GREEN

Now I haven't worked in my Riverdale OCs in an eternity but these recasts have really led me to be interested in them again. Kippi and Teddy have always been two of my favorites, so reworking them (mostly in my head and in friend's DMs) has been so much fun.

x, x

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs ​ @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

[emmettland]

Gold and Green AU | Repost #1

All of the current character designs. May be subject to change.

Art is from 2023.

my art x my whump x gold and green au x ko-fi

[nerdyperday]

Day 2748 Mikey

[luvmomoiz]

>stimboard of my oc sage!! very very self indulgent but she’s my little cutie patootie

🍂 🐛 🍂 / 🐛 🐛 / 🍂 🐛 🍂

[daughter-of-melpomene]

TEDDY GREEN

↳ for @carmens-garden as part of her holiday exchange; I really hope you like this!

[shinmiyovvi]

Gavrilo is a seal confirm, prove me wrong

[coldshrugs]

rotating these blorbos in my mind with this picrew

teddy (bloomic) // effie (wayfarer)

ulysse (fhr) // alma (twc)

[lewis-winters]

Day 9: Role Reversal

part of my OC-tober 2022 (that's prolly going to bleed into 2023)! This takes place in the late 1920s, early 1930s, when they were much younger than in the original timeline of People Like Us and in their "we're still frenemies (more friends, tho) but I'm also secretly in love with you" era. Truthfully, I just wanted to write about Teddy in his Female Impersonator/Drag Queen get up. Teddy Davies and Lucas Samsa belong to @hellofanidea! I hope I did them justice.

tw: period typical homo/queer/transphobia, use of the f-slur maliciously, and sexual harassment (a nameless, third party being a little too pushy)

“Oh my,” Teddy swoons as he enters the tiny dressing room, going so far as to sweep a hand up to his cheek in delighted surprise, his painted lips, perfectly coifed wig, carefully made-up face, and silk green gown completing his homage to every Hollywood starlet of the silver screen. “My hero!”

Much to Lucas’ annoyance, Amy and Mags laugh.

“Wounded in battle, and all for you, pretty girl!” Mags crows, taking Lucas’ injured hand and waving it in the air, as if to prove a point. “Look at this delicate face—poor thing’s going to be black and blue tomorrow.”

“Aww,” Amy sighs, faux-concerned and loving every second of this, the bastard. “What’s yer momma gonna say, Lulu? She’ll throw a fit.”

“And yer daddy’s gonna shake yer hand, protectin’ yer girl like that!” Mags pitches in, taking Lucas’ chin to wiggle it in that condescending way she does, when she likes to lord her height, her broadness, her manliness, over his slighter, shorter, and paler frame. Boyish mannerisms made even more boyish by her male impersonator get up, her clothes padded and square in all the right places, the feminine curves she loudly denies she doesn’t have, hidden expertly beneath the layers of what should have been an ill-fitting suit. Handsome, in all aspects except personality, at the present moment, reminding Lucas too keenly of those crass and snarky boys in school he’s always tried to avoid, when he was a kid.

The unwanted reminder sours what’s left of his mood, good or not, and he sharply shrugs out of Mags’ hold with a damning tsk. “Fuck off,” he spits.

It surprises them all.

All except Teddy. “Alright,” he says, clapping his hands together like a chiding mother after a stretch of awkward silence. “You’re both on in five minutes.”

Amy and Mags file out quickly at his cue, too eager to follow Teddy’s directions if it means that it’ll get them away from a grumpy Lucas as fast as possible. A small part of him still largely unaffected by his anger cringes inwardly at his behavior, aware that this was no way his parents raised him to treat his friends, much less ones as loyal as Amy and Mags. But the bigger part of him is still fuming over his current predicament, so he stays silent as Teddy carefully closes the door after them.

And continues to stay silent as Teddy picks his way through the messy dressing room to reach Lucas at the far end, sitting up on one of the rickety desks with a cold towel pressed to his rapidly swelling lower lip. For once, the golden-haired, green-eyed bastard is respecting his quiet, the carefully blank expression he keeps on his face seemingly serving as a muzzle over all those buzzing thoughts whizzing around behind his eyes. Lucas can see them, even in the split second it took for Teddy to accidentally meet his eyes, then rapidly look away, before diligently checking Lucas over like he has a lick of a clue what he’s doing, humming both affirmatively and negatively at what he finds. It’s unnerving to see him this artificially still, not when moments ago he’d been sparking and flaring like a candle flame, dancing and singing amongst the Aurora’s patrons’ tables, skirt swishing, heels tapping, bare shoulder shimmying to the music, exuding so much life Lucas had felt like his very breath was being squeezed out of his body.

“What? What do you want to say?” Lucas snaps, feeling all kinds of sharp all of a sudden. “I can see you holding your tongue.”

“And here I thought you liked me quiet?” Teddy gently teases, smiling slightly even when Lucas sends him a withering glare. It gets quiet again for a moment, but the careful mask has since slipped, enough for the smile to stay, and despite himself, Lucas softens. Just a bit.

“Thank you,” Teddy says, finally looking up to meet Lucas’ gaze with eyes so clear, so green. “I could handle myself but… thank you.”

Swallowing hard, Lucas nods, jerkily. “I know,” is all he can bring himself to say. Because he does know; even dressed the way he was, the anti-thesis to a man’s man, an open target for anyone and everyone, Lucas knows Teddy could handle himself. He’s Teddy, and Teddy is big. Larger than life, really. Slight in some places, with his tapered waist and long, pianist fingers, but tall and broad shouldered, with a wit sharper than any knife and a confidence so overwhelming, people couldn’t help but be drawn to him, in all the worst and best ways. Teddy Davies has known all his life that he was handsome, that he was beautiful, intelligent, and adored, and it informed the way he moves through the world more than anything else, no matter how much he denies that it has.

Men like Teddy were made to be looked at—the ideal All-American Jock, the Golden Boy, meant to inspire all those other men around him to rise and conquer; whilst secretly wishing his downfall with all the pitch-black jealousy hidden in the darkest corners of their hearts. At first his perpetual presence in the spotlight came off as self-absorbed and vain to Lucas, but the longer he knew him, the more Lucas came to understand that, for a queer who likes to wear women’s clothes and dance all weekend through, the spotlight was the most terrifying, loneliest place to be.

Yet in it he remained. Made it home, conducted the eyes that ogled him with a commanding hand and a toss of his pretty head, and made himself even more seen. Shameless. Larger than life. Daring them all: Look all you want. You won’t like what you see, but I don’t care. I’m not going to change.

Teddy was the bravest person Lucas knew.

Still, that doesn’t mean he has to be the loneliest, too. “He clipped you,” Lucas says, lifting his hand to touch the part of Teddy’s sleeve that had ripped upon contact with the rowdy man’s signet ring, when Lucas had pulled him out of the path of the punch. Teddy meets him half-way, shaking his head.

“Hey, let me be doctor, now,” he says, soothingly, guiding Lucas’ hand down to his lap. “I have to say, it’s odd to be on the other side this time.”

Yes, because on top of being brave, Teddy was righteous, too. Knowing he’s beautiful and handsome, also comes with the price of knowing that, to others, he always appeared to be in the position of right. The world, collectively, was lucky Mrs Davies had known what values to drill into her boy to make him as kind as he was, using whatever authority that’s been carelessly thrust unto him in the best ways he could. Truly, this isn’t his first bar fight with a man who has no understanding of the word no, and this isn’t the first time Lucas has silently worried over bruises that marred his skin, either.

But this was perhaps the first time Lucas has ever seen Teddy shrink. Just for a split second, so minuscule that nobody else saw it—but Lucas had. Seen the slight flinch, the twitch of his lip into an upset frown, when that man, that dreadful man, had shoved at him and called him all sorts of terrible things, all for getting in the way of his unwelcome advances on one of their patrons.

“Faggot,” he’d sneered and the word rung so loud in everyone’s ears, and Teddy’s face had fallen, and all Lucas could see was red.

He had swung first.

“I wasn’t joking,” Teddy tells him now, voice still quiet, but teeming with a gratefulness and a bit of awe. His eyes twinkled. “You really were a hero down there.”

He wasn’t, not quite as practiced in the art of brawling as Teddy was, but between the two of them they’d managed to get the unruly gentleman flat on his back in two minutes.

Mrs Davies had been quite annoyed at her fairy of a son and his quiet friend (as she called them, affectionately) stirring up quite a storm, but the vindicated curl of her lip that appeared when some of their burlier patrons came to toss the man on the street, was enough for Teddy, who’d apologized for the commotion with a small, cheeky smile. All they’d gotten was a swat to both their backsides and an order to put Lucas’ face on ice.

And now here they were.

Lucas didn’t feel like a hero. But he wasn’t going to tell Teddy that. He just grunts, instead. “Sure.”

Teddy smiles, and that’s the end of that conversation. The next few minutes are spent back in blissful silence, with Teddy puttering around with a couple of rags to catch the melting ice that drips from Lucas’ fist and face, even going so far as to wipe at his split lip with one of them, clearing away the blood and debris with a gentleness Lucas knew he was capable of, but has never experienced himself. This close, Lucas can count his lashes, darkened significantly with mascara, curled and fluttering delicately against his rouged-up cheek. Count the freckles he didn’t quite cover with his make-up, the ghost of vast constellations peaking just so behind the fine dusting of perfumed powder. See the part in his bangs where his wig cap peaks out, a flesh-colored net that should break the illusion, but completes the picture, instead. Carves out a new Teddy that Lucas has never had the privilege to see up close.

Blonde bombshell Teddy Davies, more beautiful than any Hollywood starlet. Everything about him is delicate. Delicate and girlish and pretty, and it takes all of Lucas’ self-control not to reach out and touch. Just to check that it’s all real, and that this Teddy had truly been on stage just an hour ago, singing and charming all the men who hollered for more at his feet.

That this Teddy is before him now, fluttering his lashes at Lucas like a practiced coquette. “There you go,” he says with a giggle. “My hero.”

Lucas colors. “Shut up.”

“No, really!” Teddy laughs with a purr, patting Lucas’ uninjured cheek. “So butch! The second you came in; I picked you out of the crowd immediately.”

For some reason, he feels strangely pleased by that. “Yeah?”

“Yes, you with your little suspenders and that curly bed o’ hair? Oh, you had all my girls swooning. I was so jealous,” Teddy says, flouncing about a bit more now, fidgeting nervously with his hair and reapplying his lipstick in front of the nearest boudoir, as if his words have finally fed him the energy he’d lost, scuffling on the bar room floor in his nicest dress. “I mean, I may be old news, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be upstaged by the new fairy in town.”

“So sorry to have distracted your adoring audience.”

“Truly, I require financial compensation.”

“Does it have to be financial?”

“I could be persuaded to a drink.”

“Alright. But,” Lucas says, grinning. “You have to be on my arm the whole night.”

“Oh, my,” Teddy gasps. If he was blushing, it would have been impossible to see under all that make-up. Lucas takes it as a win, though, when he reaches up to push a bit of lose hair back into place behind his ear, eyes briefly turning away to assess the state of the floor. “Well, if the gentleman insists.”

“I do.”

They smile at each other. “I wish you’d told me you were coming,” Teddy says, so quiet it could have been a whisper. As if admitting it too loudly would take away the weight behind his words.

Lucas hears it. All of it. “I didn’t think you’d appreciated it.”

Teddy scoffs. “I would’ve loved it,” he says, sincerely. “In fact, if I knew you were there, I would’ve performed better.”

A part of him wonders if Teddy could possibly do anything to top that performance, with all its bells and whistles and… piano humping. Just thinking back on it has Lucas’ head spinning, and he knows, if Teddy put his mind to it, he could make even a grand show like that look like a carny attraction at a subpar county fair. “I don’t think so.”

“No, truly,” Teddy laughs, so painfully earnest, his face completely softens into that self-deprecating look he gets with that pretty flush that travels all the way from his forehead down to his powdered neck. Lucas couldn’t help but stare. “It’s always easier when I know I have someone I have to impress.”

“You always impress me,” Lucas says, surprising himself with his honesty. “I am always impressed by you.”

Teddy stops. Fully stops, freezing in place once again and taking with him the collective breath of the world—or maybe just Lucas’, who can’t do anything to deny how beautiful he finds Teddy in this moment, staring at him with those green eyes and those full lips parted in a gasp, a tentative openness to him akin to wondrous hope.

The bravest, loneliest and most beautiful girl in the world.

Then, Teddy laughs, half-delighted, half-mocking. “Aww.”

Lucas really doesn’t know what he expected. “Shut up, Davies.”

“Now don’t start.” Teddy coos, reaching out to ruffle his hair and dance just right out of the way of Lucas’ playful swipe. “You adore me, you really do! Did you hear that world? Lucas Samsa adores me!”

Lucas doesn't deny it. But he does throw a soaking wet rag at Teddy's face to hide the fact, and lets the moment quietly slip away in the wake of Teddy's subsequent rant about his ruined make-up.

[ginger-grimm]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023

Day 28: Let's Be Weird Together

Some of my Riverdale OCs as the Winx Club (and Brandon)

Dot Cahill as Bloom

Beth Lambert as Stella

Misty Ortiz as Flora

Paisley Monaghan as Musa

Kippi Goode as Tecna

Toni Topaz as Layla

Teddy Green as Brandon

x, x, x, x, x, x, x

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs ​ @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

[emmettland]

Gold and Green AU | Repost #8

Ask Prompt: "What did they do to you?" (2023)

CW: abusive power dynamics, brainwashing

“What did they do to you?”

This wasn’t the Malu he knew. This wasn’t his secret lover. His lover had the most beautiful gold eyes, and a smattering of gold freckles along his dark skin. His lover stood tall and proud, with that teasing smirk Dirk loved to kiss.

But this Malu had green eyes, and green freckles, and green pigment to his skin. He stood hunched over, trying to make himself smaller, with a complacent look on his face.

He wouldn’t even meet Dirk’s eyes. Because once he saw Dirk, his face contorted, and Malu turned his back to him.

Dirk couldn’t let that happen. He walked up to his former lover, still demanding to have answers. Demanding to know what happened to his Malu.

“Malu, please look at me,” he pleaded. “What happened to you? Is this how you were Reformed? They turned you into a Green?”

“I’ve always been a Green, Dirk,” Malu said, obviously scripted. But he could tell that Malu believed it, and it shocked Dirk to his core. He didn’t even know what to say.

“You – you’ve always been a Gold! Do you not remember that?” He couldn’t help laughing, a sharp, hysterical sound. “You risked so much just to befriend Dante and I. You – you gave me your Blessing, even though I was–”

“That never happened,” was the quiet response.

Dirk’s jaw dropped.

“Never happened?”

“I only wanted it to. But it’s a false memory, and you can tell your Golden that,” Malu said, bitterly now. “I know you’re just trying to test me for him.”

Malusfa didn’t believe him.

He…didn’t believe him, and he thought Dirk was testing him, because Teddy wanted to make sure he knew his place. Because something had been done to Malusfa to make him think this way, and now everything that they had…

“We have a daughter, Malu.” His voice was trembling. He couldn’t take this. He reached out without thinking, stupidly hoping that it would help somehow. That maybe his touch could snap Malu out of whatever this was.

But the moment he touched Malu, his former lover recoiled with a pained gasp, as if Dirk had burned him. Dirk startled back, worried about what just happened, and felt his heart break even more when Malu stepped away from him.

“It hurts when you touch me.”

That was the moment Dirk’s world collapsed.

He stood there in silence, with his hand still raised, as Malu hastily walked away, keeping his head down and his fists clenched. Dirk wanted to call out to him. Wanted to run up and grab him, embrace him, do – do anything to keep Malu with him.

But this wasn’t his Malu to keep.

They took him away. They took away who he was. They turned him into a Green. They made sure he would never steal Teddy’s True Green again.

Dirk couldn’t even touch him.

He finally dropped his hand when Teddy approached him, putting a hand on his True Green’s bare shoulder. Dirk went tense with the effort not to strike him. To take all of the pain and rage inside of him and twist it into something harmless.

It curled around his wrists and fingers, it wrapped around his ribs, it spread down to the tendons in his long legs and burned a trail down his back, down to the brand in the shape of Teddy’s ring symbol.

But he didn’t dare let it reach his eyes when Teddy said, “He’ll never take advantage of you again, pet. I made sure of that.” 

Dirk didn’t let a single drop of it in his voice when he smiled graciously. “Thank you, my Golden.” 

my writing x my whump x gold and green au x ko-fi

[neeino]

day 26 all edge no point

[minasweep]

actually speaking of ocs i legitimately miss zack (lore house) so much

[daughter-of-melpomene]

TEDDY GREEN

↳ for @carmens-garden as part of her birthday exchange; happy early birthday, Anna!!!

[darkbluekies]

ARHGGG I KNOW ITS LATE. BUT IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT VALENTINES DAY WITH DR KRYYYYY

“Do you like me too?”

Doctor!yandere OC x reader Valentine special

Summary: Your very own doctor decides to try to make Valentine's in the hospital special for you. And for once, you're finally let outside and Dr Kry can pretend that you're a real couple.

Warnings: none really!

Word count: 1k

[I spedwrote this, im going to bed now]

Today’s a day like every other. You wake up in your bed with nothing to do. It doesn’t even register that it’s valentine's day. Why would you care? You don’t have anyone and you can’t go out on a date. 

Dr Kry has been out all morning in search of perfect gifts for you. He’s gotten flowers, chocolate, a new book and a green sweatset for you. 

When you wake up from your first nap, Dr Kry is back with the gifts in a paper bag. 

“Good morning, Y/N”, he smiles and sits down on his rolling stool. “How are you feeling today?”

“Like normal”, you mumble. “I’m never getting better.”

“Don’t be so sad. Look, I got you gifts!”

He fixes the pillow behind your back and places the paper bag on your legs. You åick up the chocolate box first and give him a wide smile. 

“I love chocolate!” you burst out. 

Dr Kry smiles fondly. You’re so cute. 

You pick up the red roses too and take a sniff. Sadly, you have lost a lot of your smell, but you can imagine how sweet their scent is. You look around, trying to find a vase. 

“I need water to put them in”, you say. 

“I’ll get a vase for you”, Dr Kry says and takes the flowers out of your hands. “They’re beautiful, right?”

“I love them.”

You pick up the book he got you. 

“You haven’t read that, right?” he asks. “Would be a shame if you have.”

“I haven’t”, you say. “It looks good. Can you read it for me tonight?”

“Of course I can. I have one more thing for you in the bag. Take a look.”

“You shouldn’t have got me so much. I don’t have anything for you.”

“You don’t have to. I like your quality time more than material goods. If I get to read for you, that’s enough of a gift for me. Look at the last thing now!” 

You pick up a pair of sage green sweatpants and a hoodie in the same color. 

“The hospital gown you’re wearing is very thin”, Dr Kry explains. “I’m sure you’re cold. This will give you some warmth.”

You look at the things you’ve gotten as your eyes tear up. Not even your last partner was as sweet as Doctor Kry.

“Thank you so much”, you smile. “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to, don’t worry about it”, Dr Kry smiles. 

“Can I give you a hug?”

He nods and leans over to wrap you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck and he wishes that you could suffocate him. He hugs you close to his heart, enjoying the feeling of your body in his arms. 

“You should dress in the new clothes”, Dr Kry smiles. “Then you can sit and eat chocolate while I read for you.”

He helps you change into the sweatset. Oh, you’re so cute in the clothes. 

“WHat do you want for dinner?” Dr Kry asks. “I can go out and buy something special for you.”

“I want to come with you”, you say. “I want McDonald’s.”

“It’s not safe for you.”

“We can go through the drive through. I can be in the car. Please? It’s just for half an hour.”

Dr Kry sighs and nods, giving in. 

“Now lean back and grab some chocolate”, he says and picks up the book. “Here’s chapter one.”

You hug your teddy bear and take a piece of the chocolate. Dr Kry starts to read and you listen closely. 

That evening, Dr Kry dresses you in his coat and holds his arm around your shoulders. You’re wearing the sweatset he got you and his large coat. Being in a car again makes you jump up and down in the elevator. 

“I want mozzarella sticks!” you grin. “What are you going to get?”

“I don’t know”, Dr Kry says. “Maybe chicken nuggets.”

He leads you through the lobby, out to the parking lot. The sky is filled with wonderful little stars. 

“Look!” you say and breathe out. “My breath fogs!”

Dr Kry imitates you and points at the fog that exits his own. 

“Mine do too”, he smiles.

“Ah, it’s been such a long time since that happened …”

Dr Kry smiles and takes your hand. He leads you over to a white car in a protective hold, making sure that none of the people in the parking lot comes close to you. The second you see his car, you want to laugh. Of course it’s white. He opens the front seat door and straps you in as if you were a child before walking over to the driver’s seat. 

“Is this your car?” you ask and look around. 

“Yes, it is”, he smiles, turning on the engine. 

“I like it.”

Dr Kry smiles. His heart is beating oh, so hard. He feels so dizzy. This is literally a date! He’s on a date with you! You’re so cute, sitting there all innocently in the seat beside him. Your face lights up thanks to the streetlights. 

“I like car rides”, you admit. 

“You like a lot”, Dr Kry smiles. “Do you like me too?”

“You’re a good doctor. I’m happy I have you.”

His heart explodes then and there. 

You reach the McDonald’s restaurant and go in the drive through. Dr Kry gives the radio your order while you sit beside him. You look so cute in his coat. He gets filled with primal, almost animalistic tendencies. The feeling of wanting to kill something cute. You get to hold the bag in your lap as he drives back to the hospital. 

When you come back to your room, you jump onto your bed and pull up your fries. You hold out some fries to your dear doctor and he takes them carefully, blushing slightly. And there you sit for the rest of the evening, with your burger in one hand and some chocolate in the other while your doctor reads to you. Not a very bad Valentine’s after all.