#oc: jaan

[zeusmachina]

this girl's up to no good.

(meme ref.)

[solplease]

unfortunately the art block is still blocking so here’s a rowan doodle 😭

i added a grand total of one (1!) piece of new info about him under the cut 😔

also ive decided to make rowan half indian or something because… well. i can. 😭 (also i can project onto him, which means he now really likes om shanti om because its my fave movie 😞)

[little-demy]

Convergence

Images only version down below!

Choose your fighter

[blu3lemonade99]

Some dissected chibis of my oc's.

[pixlerelish]

[thecomfywriter]

pray for me, y'all... i'm on chapter 19 of ToV (everything goes downhill from here)

[depvotee]

WHEN I WAS ABT TO SAVE HIM MY BITCH PC CRASHEDDDDDDD ARGHHHH

anyways, a face you would go to war for (try to fight Malenia)

[sammyboiocs]

back form the depths guess who had to do their miraculous holders activity check again :v: this guy! Meeko gets to be here for fun because we like her <33 

[sodaabaa]

noor

benedict bridgerton x OC noorjan begum, a newly minted tawaif, flees the royal court of india to avoid becoming the mistress of a wealthy patron of the arts. she makes it to london where she is alerted to an occupation at the royal academy of art. there, she meets the man who will turn her world on its axis. 

tropes: knight in shining armor (if you squint), golden retriever boy x black cat girl, tortured artists

tw: none

playlist here!

a/n: i grew up watching romanticized films about tawaifs (im looking at you devdas, pakeezah, and umrao jaan) and though i’m not indian myself, i've always been fascinated by their stories. i apologize in advance for historical inaccuracies! additionally, i'll be using persian and hindi/urdu poetry throughout the story as well as a few words here and there. i'll also provide links to the poems when possible and include a glossary here on the masterlist.

part 1: noor flees india and finds herself in london, homesick for the life she once lived. she comes across a posting for a job at the royal academy of art, could this be a remedy to her aching heart?

part 2: noor tries to keep her distance, wishing to remain professional with her new student — much to the dismay of benedict, who remains intrigued by the mysterious woman.

part 3: benedict and noor battle societal rules while navigating their relationship.

glossary

[hobiebrownismygod]

Masterlist!

Taglist link:

REQS ARE OPEN!!

I write fluff, angst, toxic relationships, headcanons, basically anything that doesn't involve smut!!

Fanfictions/Headcanons:

Hobie Brown:

Hobie seeing the sunset for the first time in Pav's universe

—> “like what you see?”

Hobie Brown is emotionally unavailable/struggles with showing emotions

Hobie brown x GN!Reader

—> hobie comfort - “I just need you”

Hobie Brown x Desi!Reader

Hobie Brown/ Spider Punk x GN!Reader

—> “it’s spiderMAN”

Hobie x Flexible!Spider-person Reader

—> “freaks me out”

Toxic Relationship - Hobie brown x Reader/OC

Hobie Brown x Gwen Stacy Variant

—> “I can’t lose her”

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

--> Such a lovely face

StreetKid!Hobie x Fem!Reader

--> "you can thank me by staying safe"

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

--> Sketching out chaos

Pavitr Prabhakar:

Pavitr Prabhakar x Indian!reader - Platonic

—> “us desi’s gotta stick together, right?”

Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!PakistaniReader

—> “you love me, Meri Jaan”

Pavitr Prabhakar headcanons

Miles G Morales/Prowler Miles:

Miles G Morales/Prowler Miles Headcanons

Miles-42 x GN!Reader

—> “who gave you the right?”

Miles-42 x Gwen-42 Part 1 - First Look

Miles-42 x Gwen-42 Part 2 - Silent Sketches

Prowler Miles x Reader - Wattpad Fic

--> be careful, its dangerous out there

Gwen Stacy:

-None yet

1610-Miles:

Rising - Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

—> Uncle Aaron is dead, but the Prowler returns.

Miguel O'Hara:

Miguel O'Hara x Desi!Reader - Wedding Edition

--> “it’s a date”

Note: Feel free to leave requests for any of these characters, or more if you can think of them <3 Heads up, I usually post requested fanfictions anywhere from 4-14 days after receiving the ask, due to my queue usually being pretty filled up.

Researching Characters Series:

Part 1 - Hobie Brown

Part 2 - Pavitr Prabhakar

Part 3 - Miles G./Prowler Miles

Part 4 - Spider-Noir/Peter Benjamin Parker

Part 5 - Peni Parker

Part 6 - Margo Kess/Spyder-Byte

Part 7 - Malala Windsor/Spider-UK

My OC:

Introduction - Meet Maitreyi Jokhar!

Spider-Sona Art

Universe Building

Headcanon 1 - She practices her skills in her free time

Headcanon 2 - Hobie seeing her cry for the first time

Headcanon 3 - First Diwali

Backstory Part 1

Backstory Part 2

Backstory Part 3

Backstory Part 4

BTW I write longer ATSV Fanfics on Wattpad

You can access my profile here

[sagesolsticewrites]

Don’t think I’ve ever talked about it here, but my OC Vika’s birthday is September 13th (today!) 🥰 Threw together a moodboard for my girl as well as a veryyyy tiny birthday blurb below the cut! (there’s just a hint of spice in there, you have been warned 👀)

“Happy birthday, tesoro.”

Vika is pulled gently out of sleep by Benny’s lips brushing against her cheek, the rumble of his voice, still rough with sleep, sending sweet vibrations through her body as she lazily turns in his arms to face him.

“Thank you, meri jaan.” She hums, a smile spreading across her face as she takes in the warm brown eyes, dark tousled waves, and sweet smile that she gets to wake up to every morning.

Her husband leans in to close the minimal distance between them, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss that quickly becomes heated, hands wandering freely as Benny shifts his weight to hover above Vika.

She can’t hold back a sigh at his lips dragging down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, lower and lower…

“And just what do you think you’re doing, Mr. DeMarco?” Vika finally hums, raising one eyebrow playfully as he settles between her legs, their pajamas long since discarded.

A cheeky grin matches the sparkle in Benny’s eyes as he replies matter-of-factly.

“Giving you your first birthday present, Mrs. DeMarco.”

With that he descends, something that sounds approximately like his name tumbling from Vika’s lips in a moan as she throws her head back against the pillows.

Later, Vika will contemplate how wonderfully lucky she is on this day— Benny presenting her with a homemade breakfast along with a dozen bright marigolds and a pair of jhumkas fashioned to look like the one dangling from the chain resting at her collarbone, later a wonderful dinner party thrown by her mother and her friends, complete with a cake made by the exquisitely talented Jean Crosby, a day spent surrounded by love and laughter, her heart warm and soft and glowing in her chest.

But for now she closes her eyes, moans and sighs slipping from her lips as she blindly tugs Benny closer, with the feeling that what’s to come may be the best birthday she’s ever had.

[zeusmachina]

can't take the heat.

[blu3lemonade99]

(oc) Why are you looking at me like that?

2024 || 2019

[ahundredtimesover]

you might’ve answered similar asks before and I’m sorry for bother you :( but PLS tell the the height difference between iwyts!jk and oc and their age as well 😩🤭 these kinda details help me vision better (they’re important for general knowledge iykyk ;). SORRY AND ILY MIMI MERI JAAN <333

Hiii as of chapter 8, JK is 31 and OC is 30; he’s older by just a few months! 🙂

As for the height difference, I’m not particular, although he’s taller (has to be, since there’s that tie-fixing moment that happens all the time so she has to look up even just a lil hehe) It’s up to you to imagine just how much 😉

[thoughtsandbones]

The way you ease my trepidation

Kyle 'Gaz" Garrick x F! Black OC (Clarissa Edwards)

Because I keep seeing posts on people excluding our guy Gaz who's LITERALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER YOU PLAY IN MWI and MWII!!!!!

The storyline follows my main fanfic from Part 15 II - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Profanity, fluff, medical inaccuracies (because all my knowledge regarding medicine comes from Grey's Anatomy and that one stint I did as a first aider)

A/N: This is my first time writing a black character, I've heavily used @writingwithcolor as a guide to ensure I am doing my best to represent the characters. Please do let me know if there are any issues!

Song inspo: 'No Blame' - Christina Chong, Move - Milo Greene, Maan Meri Jaan - King and Nick Jonas, Phantom Studies - Marcel Dettmann and Ben Klock

As Kyle made his way to the RAMC building, Soap's voice echoed in his head.

"Can't feel my legs"

"Lt I'm not gonna make it"

He tightened the grip he had on his vest that he still had not taken off, tainted with Soap's blood when helped Ghost with packing the cellox into the gunshot. Checking his watch it was 12:15pm.

Doc should be done by now he thought to himself as he walked through the double doors, walking past all the medical personnel and straight to reception.

He was met by an empty desk, and looking around the wards he could not see the Doctor nor any other authority figure. Kyle slid his hand into his back pocket retrieving his keycard.

The ambush from AQ when they were in Al Mazrah was something they had not expected, especially not with the kind of hardware they were carrying. State of the art machine guns, snipers, RPGs and up armoured vehicles. All this reeked of Makarov's doing.

Squeezing his fist tighter at the thought of Makarov's smug face made his blood boil. He smacked the reception desk hoping to release some of his built up anger, but it didn't help.

It was then he noticed the big whiteboard behind the desk on the wall and moved closer to it, scanning down the list of patient names until he found John MacTavish, his eyes slid across the row and saw Dr Hari Kaur and Dr Peyton Marie as surgeons assisted by Nurse Clarissa Edwards, Nurse Jenny Mao and Nurse Mikey Way. He then saw he was in the ICU bed 12. Looking down at his all-access keycard, Kyle grinned slightly and made his way to the double doors where the sign pointed ICU.

Once he arrived at the ICU, Kyle made his way to bed 12. There he saw Soap, laying on his back, eyes still closed and intubated. Cables where attached to Soap which were connected to the machines surrounding him, beeping rhythmically. The pipe coming out of his mouth was so unnatural an uneasy sick feeling settled in Kyle's stomach as he stepped closer.

"Soap?" He said, hoping that somehow the Scotsman could hear him and wake-up.

But no answer.

"Jesus" He whispered as he rested his hands against the bed where Soap laid. "You gotta wake up mate" He said nudging his left hand slightly.

Still no response.

Kyle sighed and closed his eyes, running his calloused hands through his hair and scratching the nape of his neck.

"Excuse me, what are you doing in here?" A voice behind him said sharply. Kyle turned, his eyes met a nurse dressed in baby pink scrubs that made her deep sepia skin glow, there was a green stethoscope wrapped around her neck that was crowned by black braids that swayed as she moved closer to him. In her hands she carried a tray with a big bag of liquid with a long thin pipe coming out of it.

"Err.. came here to see Soap" Kyle said, trying to remain cool, straightening up to appear more authoritative

"Dr Marie said I could see him" he lied, hoping she won't pester him...

"Really?" She said, her brown eyes widening, a grin appeared on her face. "When did you speak to her?" She asked moving over to Soap setting aside the tray on the overbed table, and then checked his charts that was in the folder hanging on the end of the bed near his feet.

Kyle cleared his throat. Gotta bullshit my way out of this he thought

"Few minutes ago in reception" He said, smiling at the nurse, trying to look at her keycard to identify her.

The nurse looked up from the chart and at Kyle, and raised her left eyebrow.

"Now, that's a lie as Dr Marie is currently snoring her head off in the on call room."

A wave of guilt and anxiety rushed over Kyle as he was rumbled.

"Err-" Kyle stuttered as he looked around the ICU, shifting his weight before looking back at the nurse who was still giving him a cautious look.

"I'm sorry I lied, just needed to make sure he was okay" Kyle admitted, looking back at Soap.

The nurse slightly relaxed, putting away the charts back in the folder and looked at Kyle as he gazed upon Soap. Her gaze met his and his eyes wandered back to her, she gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Alright, five more minutes, I need to give him some meds so you can stay here with me." She sighed moving towards the alcohol gel dispenser, squirting the foam on her hands before rubbing them together.

"Thanks Doc" Kyle said grinning at her

The nurse laughed "I'm nurse Clarissa Edwards, not a doctor" She said "Doctors wear blue scrubs, nurses wear pink or green" She added putting on a pair of pale blue gloves.

"Ah okay, that makes sense" Kyle said, now remembering Dr Kaur always wearing blue scrubs "It's nice to meet you Clarissa, I'm Sergeant Kyle Garrick"

"Nice to meet you too Sergeant" Clarissa said, giving him a big smile. Kyle watched as she moved over to the tray on the overbed table, grabbing the IV bag and hooking it onto the IV stand, and then moved to Soap's right hand, taking the stopper out of the cannula on the front of his hand, inserting a syringe with saline to flush the cannula.

"What's that you doin'?" Kyle asked curiously, peeking over to see what Clarissa was doing

"Just doing a saline flush, making sure any residual medicine is pushed into his vein, and prevents infection." She said, briefly looking over at Kyle's curious face.

"Ah I see" Kyle says "Did the operation go well?" He asked

Clarissa looked up. It was natural and normal for fellow soldiers to be perplexed about medical procedures, especially when their teammates were involved.

"The op went well, Dr Kaur and Dr Marie did their best" She said, not taking her eyes off the cannula as she attached the line of the IV bag.

Kyle hesisted a bit, his left leg began to shake rapidly, the heel of his boot making a rapid tapping sound against the vinyl floor. Clarissa looked down at his foot and then back up to Kyle's concerned face, sensing the oncoming trepidation.

"He got shot in the back" Kyle blurted without thinking, looking at Clarissa, who narrowed her eyes and then returned to the cannula, using an alcohol wipe to clear up the dirt between Soap's fingers.

Kyle wanted to smack his head against the wall. Stupid thing to say, of course she knew that he thought, turning away from Clarissa he rolled his eyes and brought his right hand to his face, running his forefinger and thumb across his brows.

Clarissa took her gloves off, and took a deep breathe in through the nose before exhaling through her mouth.

"The bullet was removed, there was a bit of nerve damage, but Dr Kaur did a neural graft. We won't know the full extent of any damages until he wakes up" She said to Kyle who still had his back to her.

Kyle turned back around

"He said he couldn't feel his legs on the helo" Kyle said, eyes glazed with tears as his mind took him back to the moment in the helo when Soap said those exact words to them.

Clarissa moved away from Soap and then walked around the bed, facing directly towards Kyle.

"You and your team did the best you could, the cellox was a great call, it definitely saved his life" She said, placing her hand on Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle felt a ripple of warmth wash over him as she placed her hand on him, he gazed at Clarissa, who smiled at him, he was struck by her striking beauty and kindness.

"It will take time, at the moment, it is a bit too early as he needs rest to aid recovery" Clarissa stated, smiling at Kyle. "We are keeping an eye on him, and we have the best doctors and nurses around in case anything happens" She added

Kyle's anxiety eased as she continued to reassure him that Soap would be okay.

"I suggest you also get some rest Kyle, I'll give you a call when he wakes up" She said

The continued reassurance and smiles that Clarissa gave him additional comfort. Kyle felt at ease.

"Thanks Clarissa, I'm sorry for barging in and lying" He said, looking guiltily at her

Clarissa laughed and smiled broadly which made Kyle's heart flutter as she gently tapped him on the the shoulder.

"Better get going, don't want to get in trouble" She said

"Ah I won't get in trouble don't worry" He said smiling back as he headed towards the door.

"Not worried about you! I'm saying me! Only authorised personnel are allowed in the ICU, especially not those covered in blood and dirt... no offence" Clarissa said, winking Kyle.

"Shit," Kyle said, realising he dragged his dirty combat boots into the ICU, breaking the clean protocol, he hurried to the door and opened the door, allowing Clarissa to walk through first who had whispered a thank you to him as she passed.

They walked out down the corridor back towards a now busy reception area.

Kyle turned to Clarissa who moved behind the reception desk, grabbing a whiteboard pen before scribbling the names of medicine and time administered on the row where Soap's name was. She turned towards Kyle who was still standing by reception.

"Thanks again Clarissa, you were really helpful" He said, smiling back.

"No problem Kyle, I promise to call you when he wakes up and when I get proper authorisation from either Dr Marie or Dr Kaur" She said, laughing slightly as Kyle widened his eyes at the mention of Dr Marie.

"You won't tell her-" He began

Clarissa's eyes widened and she shook her head as she noticed Dr Jones walk in behind Kyle.

"Clarissa, I need you to check on Miles in ward 3" He said not making any eye contact with her and moved towards the board.

"Yes sir" She said looking at him cautiously as he scanned the board "I'll speak to you later Kyle" She said finally before walking off. Kyle watched on as she walked off

"Bye Clarissa!" He yelled at her and laughed as she turned and gave him another wink.

Kyle walked back out the doors of the RAMC and basked in the sun that shone down on base. Relief washed over him as he took a big inhale through the nose. Checking his watching it was 1:36pm, he had been up for over 24 hours, and decided to take Clarissa's advice of getting some well deserved rest as he headed back to his quarters.

He hoped to see that dazzling smile soon.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Open Heart FotW - June 18-24, 2023

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = Pride

BRYCE LAHELA

Babysitting ✒️| Bryce Lahela x FOC - @storyofmychoices

Little Joys ✒️| Bryce Lahela x F!MC - @thefirstcourtesan

New Wave, New Time ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Bryce Lahela x M!MC - @mydemonsdrivealimo

ETHAN RAMSEY

Aubrey ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Ethan Ramsey & F!MC - @inlocusmads

Babysitter ✒️| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @headoverheelsforramsey

Brunette ✒️| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @trappedinfanfiction

Bittersweet ✒️| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter

Daddy Distress ✒️| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @cariantha

Yeh Hai Bombay Meri Jaan 📱| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @choicesfanaf

TOBIAS CARRICK

First Father's Day ✒️| Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

Starstruck 📱| Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

With Pride ✒️🎨🏳️‍🌈| Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

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Friends with Rollerskates ✒️| Bloodbound x Open Heart | BB!F!OC and OH!M!OC - @ezekielbhandarivalleros

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