#— oc: fallon rivers

[splendidsupernova]

THE 100 OCS — FROM THE CONFLATE SERIES AND FIREHEART

Ares is infamous for a crime he didn't commit.

Caleb wants to prove to everyone that he has changed.

Fallon is hell-bent on staying true to herself even as the world tries to make her hateful.

Kiernan had deemed the prison sentence was worth protecting his friend, and he doesn't regret a thing.

Valerie is learning the hard way that everything comes with a sacrifice.

template, inspo

[iluvwerewolves]

any time, any place (monster prom oc/sona drabble)

monstar prom oc drablble again :3

It must've been around 10? Maybe 11? Whatever time it was, Freddy Howl couldn't have cared less. He was hauling ass through sheets and sheets of pouring rain, headlights barely able to see what was right in front of him. Someone needed him in that moment, someone incredibly important to him. His jaw was clenched hard, foot pressed hard on the accelerator. Radio was off, he couldn't focus with that on right now. It was him and the night and rain and the boiling anger and spite towards nothing and no one in particular. He turned the corner fast, black water from the street flourishing as a dancer, the roar of his engine the orchestra and the speed of his wheels the libretto. His hands gripped the wheel with curiosity, knuckles as the pale rider mentioned in the biblical end. His headlights bisected the shadows of the night, each droplet of rain dust in the sunbeam. The occasional street lamp was a beacon in an otherwise lightless domain, curtains of gold and amber revealing a small stage of concrete or dirt or some other substance that didn't matter to the big man. He turned at the entrance to the school, driving far too fast along the pseudo-road that made up the drop off and pick up roundabout.

A single figure stood, shoulder length blue hair, grey and deep, almost navy blue skin, and glasses that reflected the light the of his car. A sweater soaked through, revealing a small body underneath. A leather satchel clutched, buttons on it, describing interests.

"Fallon! Get in!" Freddy shouted. He grabbed the knob in his truck to start blasting heat in the car.

"Y-you got here fast," Fallon said, teeth chattering.

"You called me, bro. I said I'd be here." Freddy peeled out of the parking lot.

"Shit, it's cold. I know, but the drive from your house to here is like, 20 minutes. Maybe 15 on a good day. That was 10. What's up with that?" Despite being a water spirit, fae, nymph, Fallon was still susceptible to being absolutely sopping wet, as he was now.

Freddy grunted. "I didn't want you to be alone in the cold," A dash of red splattered across the flesh of his face, maybe pink.

Fallon softly smiled. "O-oh. Thanks. That's really nice," He said. "If you want to crash at my place, you, uh, can. I don't see you getting home in this weather. Seems like it's only getting worse, and I don't want you getting caught in a flood,"

"A flood? I was fine on the way over, bro."

"Call it...nymph intuition. It's gonna flood."

Freddy chuckled, giving the smaller man a big grin. "Alright then, ya fairy." Fallon reciprocated that with a laugh.

"Thanks for picking me up. I would've been fine walking-"

"Nope. No. You wouldn't have. It's cold, and rainy."

"I'm like, almost entirely water."

"You were practically shaking when I picked you up. You're not immune to the cold, lil' dude." Freddy yawned.

Fallon's turn to blush. He felt the purple splash on his face, and creep into his ears. "I, uh, guess not."

The pair exchanged small talk, as friends do, for the remainder of the short drive. Their conversation meandered as a river does to what Fallon had interrupted (Freddy playing a video game with his brother and cousin), why Fallon was even at school this late (Research Project on argyropoeia), and finally to what they were going to do at Fallon's.

The car pulled into the guest spot at his complex, and Freddy shut off the truck. The two made their way up the stairs to Fallon's third floor corner unit. He liked it because of the views it gave, overlooking some of the rest of town.

It was a Thursday, but the two decided on watching a movie as their activity of choice for the night. A shitty horror flick. Fallon watched the majority of it through his fingers, yelping at each low budget jumpscare. Towards the end, the night's long fingers wrapped around the two men as it threatened to drag them under it's sliken sheet of serene sleep. Freddy had put an arm around Fallon, who was now snoozing on his shoulder. The werewolf followed suit, and laid his head on top of Fallon's, slipping into the vaulted marbled halls of the promised slumber. The two would sleep together, again, a gap crossed, but still miles away in some regards. They were happy with this for now, feelings still nascent enough to not be fully ontalogically distinct from other Judean emotions. The two slept, until the dawn crept in through the back door from a long night out, awakening the two men on the couch to a brief awkward conversation as the two got ready for the next day ahead of them.

[universe-of-heart]

Two Proposals of a Different Kind

A Rewritten History of Fire and Blood Ocs in fic

Author's note: This chapter doesn't follow any specific episode, it is the aftermath of the tourney AND what happens after Rhaenyra is named as heir. We have a new face, returning from the tourney :) another one of @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers's wonderful ocs they allow me to have in my head rent-free. Truly appreciate it, love <3

Word count: 7 words off from 4.3k

Warnings: Arranged marriage? Forced betrothal?? But don't worry it's cool. Hopefully not an ooc Harwin

Within the walls of Casterly Rock, thrown back into the day-to-day of a lady of a great house, Fallon was miserable. Her mother had set to work reminding her at any chance how disappointed she’d been in her actions during the Heir’s Tournament; she’d unseated the prince! It was unbefitting of her station to behave that way, especially at her age where she should be more concerned about finding a husband than disgracing her house in such a way.

Despite the fact that she had won the tournament and, if she had been a man, it would have been a high honor.

The moment she could slip away from her mother, she was in the training yard, sword in hand, hacking away at some poor straw dummy as any guards around her watched with apprehension. Fallon with a sword was dangerous; Fallon furious with a sword was deadly.

Her eldest brother watched her from a fair distance, worrying the edge of the parchment in his hands between his fingers. Whenever she was in a mood like that, it was usually best to let her burn it away with hours of violence against things that didn’t bleed, however with news like their mother had given him, it was best to get it over with quickly. He’d half hoped she would notice him before he was forced to interrupt, just to give him an entrance to even begin to explain the entire letter. Hopefully with her sword on the ground instead of in her hand.

“I believe it’s dead, sister.”

Her sword stuck in the neck of the dummy, her leathers creaking against each ragged breath she took. Fallon simply shot her brother a glare from the corner of her eye, drawing the blade of the weapon to her side to sheath it.

“What do you want?” She snapped, trying to unstick her hair from her skin.

Jason warily extended his hand with the rolled parchment out to her, the wax seal broken but the colors visible all the same; three rivers of color on white. “Mother sent out a letter on your behalf to House Strong. They replied.”

Her face twisted in confusion as she unrolled the letter, eyes flickering over each word until they became stuck on a specific one. Her brother watched as her eyes nearly burst from her skull, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Betrothed?!” She squawked, rapidly scanning the entire letter over again. 

“I suppose you didn’t know about her original letter.”

Fallon felt like tearing up the letter in her hands. If it were in shreds, there would be no actual evidence that the betrothal had ever been confirmed, she would have an excuse if any lords of House Strong paid her a visit to see why she hadn’t made a journey to Harrenhal to wed one of the sons. She didn’t even know which son she was betrothed to, not that she would be able to tell by name who it was. Though, perhaps tearing up the letter wasn’t the best course of action.

Maybe shoving it in her brother’s mouth would make her feel better.

The parchment crinkled in her hand as she balled it into a fist, giving her eldest brother the most forced, fake smile she was sure she’d ever made. “It appears that I must speak to Mother.”

“I would put the sword away, you know how much of a fright it gives her seeing you armed.”

She rolled her eyes, quickly undoing the belt that held the sword to her waist before nearly throwing it at him. 

“Is it too soon to say congratulations, Fal?”

His sister merely responded with an obscene hand gesture as she stormed away, leaving her brother amused in the training yard.

The door to Ceira’s study swung open, connecting with the wall behind it as her daughter stormed through it. A guard dared to enter after only to close the door before she could slam it closed, her mother never looking up from her parchment as she dipped her quill in ink again. 

“I expected you sooner, my love.”

“You betrothed me?!”

“‘Tis what is expected of a lady of your standing at your age.” Her mother sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I put it off as long as I was able, truly.”

Fallon was fuming, face a bright enough red to nearly rival the tapestries of golden lions on the walls. “You sold me off like a broodmare!”

“I would hardly compare you to a broodmare, darling. Any house would be lucky to marry into ours.”

She stomped up to the desk, slamming the letter onto the wood with enough force to shake the entire thing, the jar of ink spilling over the side at the movement. “I refuse to marry.”

Ceira sighed again, rubbing at her temple. “You cannot refuse, you are lucky they even agreed to the betrothal after your spectacle against Prince Daemon at the tournament.”

“A spectacle he started! If it had been Jason or Tyland, you would’ve been proud-”

“If it had been Jason or Tyland, none of it would have happened!” 

Her mother finally stood, holding her stare across the desk. It was such a simple action, one that held so much weight Fallon found herself stepping back with wide eyes.

“You are too young to understand just what position you have seated me in, Fallon,” her mother continued, grabbing hold of the letter and shaking it. “The amount of letters I have received that claim I have three sons instead of a daughter, that have rebuked a marriage agreement because of your incessant need to fight like a man…I am old and tired. I wish to see you wed before I follow after your father.”

Fallon swallowed, hard. The words died on her tongue when her mother’s eyes pricked with tears, a quiet sniffling echoing in the room around them. Her father had given her her weapons, a sword and dagger that he had begun to teach her to use. After his passing, a few of the guards in Casterly Rock had given her a few lessons and had willingly allowed her to practice against them. When she had grown enough to beat them all, however, that was when she grew restless. That was when the idea to become a knight herself had grown into a dream she prayed to the Seven nearly nightly to make her reality. All to have it squashed in front of her eyes in the form of a weeping old woman who cared only for outward appearances.

If her mother had wanted a response, she didn’t receive one. All Fallon could do was turn on her heel and leave the room. It was, perhaps, better that she stayed silent instead of turning it into a fight far worse than it was.

It would have made the entire trip to King’s Landing even more miserable than it was. 

There was a sort of sick irony to it all, she supposed. Days after being told she needed to behave like a lady of her standing, they received word that Princess Rhaenyra had been named the king’s heir and that the lords of Westeros were summoned to swear fealty to her. She had so desperately wanted to gloat, to point at the words on the parchment and shout “tis a woman as our future”, but she refrained. It would do little good; especially when both her eldest brother and mother did nothing but gossip and complain about the succession. Neither of them had wanted Daemon as their king despite the protests against the young princess; Fallon had simply decided they would never be pleased.

What was worse was she could barely focus on the ceremony she’d been forced to attend. Her dress was itchy, the embroidery irritating her skin, and it was far tighter than she liked. She missed her lion-embossed leathers, the scratchy wool of her tunics, the weight of her weapons on her belt. Everything she had been forced to leave behind in Casterly Rock while her maids had packed a seemingly endless amount of red and gold dresses she’d barely touched since she’d received them. The only enjoyable part had been watching her eldest brother bend the knee in front of the princess and swear their house to her.

Much like within their own castle, the moment she could slip away, she did. The Red Keep’s training yard was larger, more kept, but practically the same in every other aspect. Her hands bunched her skirts above her ankles as she marched across the field, finding the first weapon she could get her hands on before stalking towards the practice dummies. A few of the guards, both the gold cloaks and ones bearing the white cloaks of the kingsguard, turned to watch her. Despite it being a wooden sword in her grip, they had no doubt she could be equally as deadly with it in the right mood.

Which happened to be the current mood she was in.

Above the training yard, gathered together on an overlooking balcony, her mother was talking animatedly with Lyonel Strong with her sons flanking her, his sons mirroring them. Harwin appeared mostly disinterested as Jason discussed the tournament as if he’d competed in it himself, eyes drifting past the lord’s shoulder to the training yard below. His father and younger brother didn’t seem to have the same problem he did, both engaged fully with the Lady Lannister and her younger twin son.

“I was certain you had your daughter with you today, Lady Ceira, unless I was mistaken?” Larys’ smile was nearly wolfish. It was hard to miss the youngest of the three lions when she matched them in height. 

Fallon’s mother sighed, glancing at Jason for a moment before her court mask fell back into place. “She is not in the best moods, sers, so you will have to excuse her absence.”

Jason nodded in agreement, turning from his own conversation. “We find it better to allow her to burn it out herself.”

“Is that what we’re calling that?” Harwin huffed a soft laugh, pointing past the group and down into the training yard.

Ceira’s face flushed, eyes wide as she realized how unsightly it must look for her daughter, in one of her most expensive dresses, to be hacking away at training equipment in the king’s training yard.

Jason laughed along with Harwin, though his tone was laced with a hint of mockery. “Certainly a first impression on your betrothed, isn’t it, Ser Strong?”

Tyland leaned over to whisper, “It is not too late to back out.”

The eldest Strong son ignored the both of them, turning to their mother with a slight bow before excusing himself. Ceira looked to Jason with slight panic and it wasn’t a moment before he was following after Harwin. Lyonel smiled to himself, a pit of worry forming in his gut as he turned back to watch Fallon over her mother’s shoulder.

“Now, I would be careful how you approach her,” Jason called after Harwin, who didn’t seem to take his warning to heart, “she isn’t the most pleased with the news of a betrothal.”

“I only wish to introduce myself. Perhaps she will change her mind once she meets me.”

Her brother didn’t think so, but made no further argument about it. 

“Sister!” He yelled across the field, watching Fallon’s shoulders drop as she likely groaned at the sound of his voice. 

Fallon turned, then, glaring at her brother before taking in the sight of a man she’d never seen before. He towered over her brother with broad shoulders and a mop of curly dark hair and the widest smile she’d seen on a man watching her swing a sword. It struck her as odd for a moment, her glare dropping into confusion as he crossed about half the yard before stopping.

“Lady Fallon, it’s wonderful to finally meet you.” Harwin wasn’t sure if bowing was appropriate when you met your betrothed for the first time, so he settled with standing with his hands clasped behind his back. 

“I would say the same, ser, if I had a clue who you were,” she replied with an almost cold tone, eyes glancing to her brother where he stood with a horrid grin on his face. He was enjoying watching the exchange and the thought gnawed at the back of her mind.

Harwin’s head dropped slightly, his smile turning sheepish for only a moment. “My apologies, lady. I am Harwin Strong, heir to Harrenhal.”

Strong. The name burned in her ears and her eyes narrowed. The way he looked at her, spoke to her, she had no doubt now knowing he was from House Strong that he was the man her mother had all but sold her hand to. She had expected someone older, shorter, ugly even.

Honestly, it was almost a pity he didn’t outrightly look awful.

When she didn’t say a word nor make a move, Harwin cleared his throat, risking a glance over his shoulder to her brother. Jason made a motion to spur him forward.

“I, um,” Lord Strong continued, blinking a few times to fight the awkward tension bubbling around him. “I look forward to our wedding, my lady. You have been at least told that much, I hope?”

Her shoulders set themselves in a hard line, grip tightening on the wooden hilt of her sword. “At least one of us does, Lord Strong.”

Before he can say another word, her brother yells across the field in a voice that grated her nerves bare.

“Do the lovebirds require a bit of privacy, dear sister?” Followed by a laugh that had her teeth grinding together. 

“Don’t you have serving girls to go bother, brother? Or perhaps you’d like to fill in for the training dummy for a bit!”

“I quite like my angle, Maiden Knight,” he laughed again, crossing her arms as he saw her fuming. “It’s not every day you get to witness the taming of a stray cat!”

The shout she let out was loud enough to draw the attention of both families up on the balcony and then some; many lords and ladies were suddenly curious about the commotion out in the yard. It even drew the attention of the princess who, up until then, had stood dutifully by her father’s side greeting a few of the Great Houses and speaking to them for a moment before the filtered out of the throne room. 

Harwin barely blinked before he realized Fallon had begun rushing across the training yard towards her brother, who didn’t seem the least bit surprised by her outburst and just grinned like he had won some sort of game. Perhaps the ribbing between them had been a game of sorts, but it certainly hadn’t been one she enjoyed. He decided it was definitely a blind rage, so to speak, as she seemed to completely forget he was stood between them as her sword raised, just barely swinging past his head.

Fallon nearly jerked to a stop when his hand grabbed the wooden blade of the sword, turning her glare toward him. “Let go!”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, my lady-”

“And I don’t care what you think! I am going to kill him-”

“With a wood sword?”

She huffed, her curls falling into her face from where they fell loose from the pins stuck in a million places in her hair. The small moment of reprieve had him relaxing for just a moment before Jason decided to fuck it all up again.

“Come on, Fal, your princess is watching!”

Rhaenyra had pushed her way through the crowd to peer into the yard, watching the small exchange with wide eyes. She’d only had one good look at Fallon before and the following events had thrown a large shadow over that memory. Seeing her then, angry and vengeful, it was entirely different.

“Maybe she’ll throw her favor at you again if you ask nicely!”

Fallon shouted again, though that time Harwin was aware of what followed and took matters into his own hands.

Rather literally, as he dropped his grasp on her weapon to throw her over his shoulder.

Her shriek echoed across the courtyard, her fists connecting with the hard planes of his back covered in leather. It was loud enough to draw the full attention of both Lord Lyonel Strong and her mother, the latter of which looked absolutely horrified at the scene playing out before what she saw as the entirety of Westeros. Lyonel stifled a chuckle with a cough behind his hand, his younger son staring at the display in matching shock. 

Harwin barely seemed fazed by the matter, asking amongst the shrieks and flailing limbs if Jason wished to leave to a safer spot before he set his sister back down and turned her loose. The older Lannister was gone in a heartbeat, making the broader man laugh before letting the poor lady’s feet touch the ground again. She all but launched herself away from him, red-faced and nearly growling as she tried to put herself to rights again. 

“I have never been so humiliated-”

“I meant no offense, Lady Fallon, I assure you-”

“You swung me around like a bratty child!”

Harwin had to keep himself from laughing again as he held his hands up in an empty defense as she rounded on him. “I merely assumed it would be better for you to not murder your brother in the king’s courtyard-”

“You have no right to touch-”

“Lady Lannister?” The princess’ soft yet strong voice cut between them, causing both to turn towards her with staggeringly different expressions. Fallon had yet to fully drop her rage and Harwin nearly looked afraid for his safety. It was certainly a sight.

Rhaenyra barely blinked, keeping her expression ever diplomatic as she clasped her hands in front of her skirts. The weight of the scene finally settled over Fallon, her face flushing red again before she dropped into a stumbling curtsey before the newly crowned heir.

“Princess, forgive me, I seem to have left my manners of court back home.”

The princess chuckled softly to herself, violet eyes catching the sparse sunlight with a twinkle. “As well as your sword, it seems.”

Fallon’s hand grasped at the empty air at her side before she realized, barely noticing how Harwin bowed to the princess before walking to meet both of their parents who had come rushing down from the balcony. However, for her, the princess had her full attention. It was the same look she’d given her before the fight against Daemon, a look full of conspiratorial mischief and curiosity.

“As heir, I am to seek out someone to be my sworn protector,” she started, taking a single step towards the Lannister woman. “However, given the few knights I saw at the tourney, I am left with very few good choices.”

Fallon merely managed a nod, mind trying to keep up with the princess’ train of thought.

“I would not be mad if you refused, I could see how sore a subject it might be with your family,” Rhaenyra risked a glance to the side, watching Lady Lannister’s expression twist in confusion. “But, if you’d be willing-”

“Yes,” her answer was all but spat from her mouth, a bit too eager to be proper but earnest all the same. “I am more than willing, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra seemed to preen at the agreement, chin held higher with a smile. “Perfect, I will have your things sent for and new armor made. Would you still favor elements of the Maiden in your equipment? Or was that simply for show at the tourney?”

She wondered if she looked like a fish at that moment, eyes wide and mouth half open at the thought of it all. The supposedly “disgrace” of the family house, now chosen as the crown princess’ sworn sword. It wasn’t Tyland, it wasn’t Jason, it wasn’t another knight that had proven themself on horseback and had sent swords ringing through the stadium for hours that day. It was her. 

Fallon blinked quickly to settle her racing thoughts. “That wouldn’t be necessary, princess,” she muttered quickly. “The symbol of my house or yours would be sufficient if it needs marked.”

Rhaenyra teasingly arched her brow. “Of my house, Lady?”

Her cheeks burned again and she nearly wished Harwin would scoop her up again and take her away. “I-I didn’t mean-”

The princess laughed, light and airy, as her friend approached behind her tentatively, finally able to pull away from her father’s side. “You will learn that a pastime of mine is poking fun at those closest to me. Right, Lady Alicent?”

Alicent nearly winced, thinking of the torn page tucked away safely in her room. “I do wish you’d find another pastime. One less damaging to history.”

A man cleared his throat behind Fallon and the two younger girls began to whisper to each other, hiding small giggles behind cupped hands. The young Lady Lannister turned to see Harwin Strong smiling at the trio, one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other held dutifully behind his back. It took all of her willpower to not roll her eyes, settling back into the role of her mother’s only daughter when she noticed both of their parents watching her over his shoulder.

“Ser Strong,” her tone was clipped, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Your mother is quite nosey, I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

The girls behind her giggled again and she blinked at him owlishly. He sounded almost secretive, leaning towards them slightly as his voice dipped into a low whisper that nearly rumbled in his chest like a cat’s purr. 

Her green eyes regarded him cautiously, sizing him up as if she could fight him. More than likely, she could, but she was in a dress, completely unarmed, and her mother was watching. The last part wasn’t terribly important to her, but it certainly did top off the entire situation with a nasty red bow.

Her (begrudgingly)betrothed ducked his head almost sheepishly. “She asked me to see what you and the princess were discussing.” It was only then did he look past her to the two girls, nodding a small greeting to them. “Princess, Lady Hightower.”

Alicent dropped into her best curtsey, Rhaenyra just grinned as she glanced between her new knight and him. “Ser Strong.”

Fallon’s chin tilted up, trying to make up the few inches of height between them. “If you require news to report back to her, the princess has requested I be her sworn sword; I have just accepted.”

She had expected his expression to twist in confusion, to possibly curl in disgust. A woman as a princess’ knight? It was absolutely absurd, wasn’t it? Surely he would react just as her family would and she bristled as she watched his eyes go wide in surprise-

Why was he smiling?

“I saw you fight at the tourney, there’s no doubt you’re well suited for the job.” Fallon wondered if she was dreaming.

“Exactly my thoughts, Ser Strong,” Rhaenyra chirped from behind her. “I assume she will travel home to Casterly Rock to gather a few personal items and the rest will be sent for in time. In the meantime, I will inform my father and when you return,” she felt the princess gingerly touch her elbow, drawing her attention to her, “you will begin training with Lord Briarwood and assume your station.”

“And I will have the unfortunate task of informing your mother,” Harwin said with a soft chuckle, stepping away from the small group.

Her head spun as the princess drew her back into the conversation with Alicent, talking animatedly about something she hadn’t even begun to pay attention to. She was too distracted by the sour look her mother quickly wore before her mask came back into place as Harwin spoke about the role she’d been offered. He was still beaming, looking to his father with a look that she could’ve called pride had she known him longer than a handful of minutes. Part of her was still fuming, sulking in the back of her mind from how he had basically scruffed her like a kitten to keep her from her brother, that part still hated the fact they were sworn to one another. But, the more logical part of her, the one deeply instilled by her father, argued with the anger. He wasn’t the worst choice her mother could’ve promised her to. 

“Harwin, she nearly took your head off,” his father sighed, heavily, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“It was a wooden sword, Father, it wouldn’t have done much.”

“I apologize for my daughter’s behavior, truly, I will be having words with her the entire ride home,” her mother swore, fingers clutching at her necklace like a holy symbol.

Harwin just grinned, glancing behind him to catch a small smile on Fallon’s lips from something Rhaenyra had muttered to make Alicent cover her mouth with a laugh. He nearly missed his father mentioning something about calling the betrothal off since she would become the princess’ knight, his head snapping back around to protest.

“What? No!”

“She will be too preoccupied with her duties to court-”

“Make it a long engagement, then.”

Ceira Lannister’s jaw nearly dropped.

The entire ride home, she never said a word to her daughter, not about her new position in King’s Landing, not about her proposal, not even about her behavior towards her eldest brother.

The entire ride home, Fallon felt as if she’d conquered the entirety of Westeros. 

Tag list: @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers, @yippeecore, @soup-entity

[diddlysquash]

15, 31 and 32. Extra points if you add fallon and/or orta

Deal.

15. Which ocs are too self-sacrificial?

You already know the answer to this one. It’s Thing. And it’s not close. I think Fallon comes second though.

31. Which ocs want to travel? Which ocs are content at staying at home?

Most travel happy is probably Asha, Thing a close second. But that’s kinda baked into their stories. Fallon wants to be at home more than anything else. Nettle and Orta are just kind of along for the ride, it’s more about where their friends are than anything.

32. Which ocs are/would be excellent with technology? Which ocs would be terrible?

Thing is again, the most terrible with it, and it’s not close. Fallon would be the most proficient but in a very technical way, whereas Asha would be proficient in a “fuck around and find out�� way.

Orta and Nettle dropped their phones in a river two weeks ago and have yet to notice.

[memento-morri-writes]

Happy STS! Here’s a summer themed ask for you:

All of your OCs are at the beach! What is each OC doing and what chaos ensues?

(Optional things each OC is doing below <3)

Which character is most at home in the water and has to be dragged out, and demands that the whole group play all the water games?

Which character full stop refuses to even touch the water (whether out of fear or another reason)?

Who has the bag full of snacks and is constantly yelling at people to drink water and put on sunscreen?

Which character is dunking people in the water, grabbing other people’s ankles, pulling dumb pranks, etc?

Which character is just there for the Instagram (or equivalent) pics?

Which character gleefully asks to be buried in the sand and realizes too late that they’ve made a horrible mistake?

Which character is the sandcastle captain making elaborate sand creations and who WILL FREAK OUT if you come within ten feet of their project?

Which character is Mx. Put on Way Too Much Sunscreen?

Which character didn’t put on ANY sunscreen and is now burnt to a crisp?

And finally: Which character is the reason that the group has to go home early?

for whichever and however many OCs you would like <3

(i think i already sent you an ask but I can't remember for the life of me-)

Hi Anna! You did already send me an ask, but I'm always willing to answer more!

Hermes is the prankster, pulling people underwater, or popping up from under a pile of towels to scare the shit out of them, or digging a hole and covering it up for them to step in, etc. He wouldn't hurt anyone, but he's definitely there to introduce a fair bit of chaos to the day.

He would also probably be the one who asks to get buried. Either that, or is the one doing the burying.

Ashlin would join in with the burying of people, and definitely enjoy sneaking up on people napping on the lounge chairs. They're a bit wary of getting in the water, though/

Nora is super comfortable in the water, so she's definitely just swimming around like a fish compared to most of the group.

Theo is making some bomb-ass sand castles. They don't mind help, but gods forbid you try and knock over their passion project.

Lila is the snack master and sunscreen distributor. She is always prepared. She'll wade in the water and maybe backfloat a bit, but she'd also probably enjoy reading in the shade.

Moira is either helping with the sand castles or reading in the shade. Probably a bit of both.

Dorian is hanging out in the shade and watching for dogs, birds, and anything else interesting that goes by. He might end up helping Theo with their castles for a while, but not all day.

Fallon is tentatively trying to backfloat, because her only experience with water is a small lake and a river, so the ocean/mega-lake is new.

Kristopher is also not used to this much water, but is a little more comfortable than Fallon. He's more amazed that it can ever get this hot, though.

[sadlonelyyogurt]

I wanna hear more about any of your ocs!! They all sound so cool!

aaa 💕💗💖 thank u sm ily *forehead kisses*

i’ll tell u about my “main” ocs, Dani and Shay, because of course i don’t have favorite children but they are my favorite children.

Dani (she/her):

Shay (she/they):

-they are dating! <3 :D

-Shay is the mean lesbian to Dani’s bimbo

-this image describes their dynamic pretty well:

-Shay is soft ONLY for Dani

-Everyone else can get fucked

-Shay has heterochromia, one eye is grey and the other is green-blue

-Dani is gullible but actually super booksmart, she loves to read

-Dani is Leo’s older sister

-Dani is Samoan and Puerto Rican

-Shay is Irish and French, her mom is from France and Shay speaks French fluently

-Dani is a basketball player

-Shay hates team sports but she’s an amazing boxer

-Dani has really cute style but her whole wardrobe is picked out by Touka, Leo and Rain, she has no fashion sense

-Fallon can dress nice if she wants but she does not want. muscle tank and sweatpants every. day.

-Dani loves sour candy

-Dani, Rain and River are weebs and watch anime together

-Dani and Touka own matching cat-ear headphones, except Dani’s are pink and Touka’s are black

-Shay is into old music, spanning from the 60s to the 90s

-she also unashamedly loves Blackpink. she stans Lisa

-Dani is 5’9 and Shay is *almost* 5’8

-Shay is super strong tho. she just picks Dani up and carries her around

-they never lose in chicken fights

-Shay is more protective, however if someone hurt Shay Dani would go fucking apeshit

-Dani loves to make little beaded necklaces and give them to people

-Dani wants to be a film major

-her favorite movies are Heathers and Thelma and Louise

-Shay seems like the more pragmatic one, but in actuality has no fucking clue what she wants to do with her life and generally just wings it

-Shay is friends with Touka, River and Ash

-Shay wants to get a motorcycle specifically so that Dani can ride on the back of it

-Dani steals Shay’s muscle tees and Shay lets Dani paint her nails pink

-and they are just 💕💗💖

i could write a thousand paragraphs on them but i will stop here. but yeah these two are the loves of my life and thank u sm for asking ab my ocs it makes my day <3

[curvyelf-moved]

🖋🖋🖋

Hello I would like to love ur dnd ocs pls tq

❤️😘❤️😘

Miavyr is my moon elf star druid in descent into avernus. Her entire clan was slaughtered, mistaken for drow, so she began travelling in search of the humans responsible. Her boyfriend is Thorn, a tiefling vagabond, who keeps trying to sleep with her every long rest but Miavyr is a sleepy bitch. She also has an almiraj companion named Eos and Miavyr may or may not be a drug dealer

Esra Villette is my babygirl. My evil queen. She is my rogue/paladin from curse of strahd, a resident of barovia, and twin soul to strahd’s “love”, Tatiana. She um.. likes killing people and cutting off their thumbs… and she has two friends, Henry and Scuff Fallon (cousins) who make up their own little street gang trio. Henry is an alchemist artificer, Scuff is a tavern brawl fighter. Henry and Esra have been in love since puberty but only recently confessed to these feelings once Strahd started meddling in their lives and Henry realized he might lose her.

Lasciva is my green tiefling artificer whose family believes they’re descendent of Sebek, evil reptilian god of rivers/wetlands. They use this belief to viciously rule over their homeland. Lasciva left home to act as a diplomat with another kingdom to bolster trade as her homeland is a vicious climate few are willing to travel through. Her horns, fangs, and claws are all gilded in fine gold.

I will leave it at those three because um… my partner and I have over 40 dnd ocs we use in games and rp

[nathanmillers]

12 Days of Gifmas – DAY 7, YOUR OC + THEIR LOVE INTEREST + A QUOTE THAT DESCRIBES THEM | Fallon Rivers and Bellamy Blake 

CONFLATE. 

Fallon’s hands try to find a way to him through his arms, and eventually they manage to slide through his and onto his chest. Her fingers curl around the edges of his jacket and Bellamy is sure that if he gets any closer he might go insane. Which is, again, ironic because the kiss is so innocent it’s almost painful. He wants to be closer to her. He wants to hold her until he memorizes every inch of her. However, he knows he can’t do any of that— not when he’s treading such treacherous waters. 

Bellamy pulls back barely half an inch and opens his eyes to see Fallon’s still closed. There’s a ghost of a smile on her face as she admits, “I still want to punch you.” 

Bellamy grins like an idiot. “I would really like it if you didn’t.” 

(Peter Gadiot is my fancast for Bellamy.)

[superidiotics]

AN INCOMPLETE LIST OF CHARACTERS 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

This time with plot summaries.

STORY: SUPERIDIOTS

OVERVIEW: Lone wolf Nana Thindrel expects nothing good to come out of her superpowers, and she’s gotten used to being alone. That is, until she’s pulled into the lives of a super powered group of friends who might just be the one thing she’s always wanted, but never been able to have—a family.

Nana Thindrel. Jamie Abbott. Jules Lister. Cecil Grigg. Lilea Greene. Vincent Irvine. Cassian Pruitt. Analia Herring. Elska Clemonte. Felicity Walker. Emery Mcvay. Dawn Clarke. Lavender Andrews. Skye Lynn. Roni Lodge.

STORY: FALLEN KINGDOMS

OVERVIEW: In the not-so-distant future, after most of the world has been rendered uninhabitable, a city filled with androids, cyborgs, and the remaining humans is one of the few places where people continue to live. Follow an android, a cyborg, and a human as they navigate life on a destroyed earth.

Jessie. Vivi. Charlotte. Chrys. Prim. Narci. Finn. Nimh. Erin. Hayden. Star. Layton. Jodie. Diya. Ruth. Beau. Alexi. Selene. Ryder. Willow.

STORY: MERLIN MALLOR

OVERVIEW: this is pretty much just a Harry Potter rewrite.

Merlin Mallor. Aspen Hallewell. Cressida Morgan. Keary Vexx. Juniper Hallewell. Artie Park. Beau Hallewell. Beck Hallewell.

STORY: DANGANRONPA RETRIBUTION

OVERVIEW: A group of teenagers, thrown into a killing game—where the only options are redemption or ruin.

Anya Lowery. Calantha Bernard. Dante Kane. Quinn Everett. Lex Levine. Valentine. Mimi Morris. Ripley Flynn.

STORY: DARKMOORE

OVERVIEW: A magical amnesiac who literally just wants to garden instead becomes the protagonist of some Dating Sim Nonsense.

Lian. Cosmos. Seren. Bryn. Eowyn. Avalon. Killian.

STORY: NOTES FROM A VAMPIRE

OVERVIEW: Rowan, raised in captivity because of his magic, begins receiving letters from a vampire named Leon who seems to know more about Rowan than he does.

Leon Argent. Aster Trevils. Rowan. Violeta Dupree. Cleo Sharpe.

STORY: UNNAMED SUPERVILLAIN’S KIDS ONE.

OVERVIEW: Nature vs nurture takes a new twist as the children of famed supervillains realize that they don’t want to be like their parents—they want to be heroes.

Marlie Gardner. Ayden Fox. Evie Herring. Rhys Lynch. Phoenix Chandler-Fox.

STORY: LGBT FAIRTYALES

OVERVIEW: This is pretty self explanatory. A bunch of fairytales with queer twists—a princess falling in love with the daughter of the witch who cursed her to sleep until woken by true love’s kiss, a knight saving a prince from a tower guarded by a dragon, etc.

Gwen Irvi. Elodie Cetmir. Cyne Marshwood. Illis Lawsey. Ashe Estcox. Storm Hartledge. Darya Whitewater. Landon Carsey. Liri Vounna. Poppy Locklow. Frissea.

STORY: OLD UNNAMED ONE

OVERVIEW: A human fell in love with a demon—with the rising threat of demon hunters, they were forced to send their infant children away to be raised as though they were human. Years later, after their mother goes missing, they’re brought back into the world they never knew they were part of.

Ben. Jeff. Etan. Melody. Adrian. Jaxson. Elena. Maria. Annie. Maggie. Ari. Penny. Trixie.

WIZARD101 OCS

Roslyn Silverstone. Fallon Shadowthorn.

MARVEL OCS

Cybel. Lucinda McBride. River Hart. Maxie White. Nova Little. Dimitri. Tonka. Noctis. Lennox. Lillian Medi. Roman Medi. Rori Clark. Zoe Nixon. Solstice Meadows. Friday Kirk. Atali.

STORY: UNNAMED SUPERPOWER KIDS ONE

OVERVIEW: A bunch of teenagers, with superpowers and no one left except each other, try to find their place in the world.

Milo Porter. Teylie Eide. Lexi Monroe. Manyon Porter. Nikita Antonov. Renna Wright.

STORY: YOURS TRULY

OVERVIEW: princess and the pauper but everyone’s gay

Percy Wickes. Maisie Evans. Jazmin Edison. Dorian Edison.

STORY: CHILDREN OF FEATHERS AND HORNS

OVERVIEW: A half demon, half human, destined to bring about the apocalypse. A half angel, half human, destined to represent all things good and follow orders. A demon-angel hybrid, destined to be something bigger than herself. When none of them are particularly interested in following destiny, what can they do except run away together?

Acacia. Dominick White. Elvira Sumner.

STORY: WELCOME TO ERYSA

OVERVIEW: After dying and being brought back to life with the condition that she uses her newfound superpowers to do good—lest she die again—Taylor Sparks is determined to create a team that can help her protect the world… even if it means breaking a few laws in the process.

Valentine Hart. Landry Jarvis. Nathaniel Hood. Saniya Pierce. Taylor Sparks. Eira Medina. Landon Stone. Cyrus Hayden. Zaria Bates. Zander Ray. Oryn. Lyric. Ruby Friel. Arlo Caroll. Ciana Biondi.

STORY: NIGHTTIME ANTEROGRADE

OVERVIEW: Gillian was raised with the knowledge that she was supposed to kill the Impius Nocte—creatures created from fear that quickly got out of hand, eating away at their host bodies—but, as it turns out, she isn’t exactly interested in killing them. Instead, to the exasperation of her mentor, she wants to save them.

Gillian Rowe. Emlyn Grimm. Xandria Ashurst. Moshe Lowery. Lex Carven. Iris Swanson.

STORY: TDSD

OVERVIEW: So, there’s zombies now. Nadia wants nothing more than to protect her young daughter, Irina, from the horrors of the world. But when horrors seem to be all that’s left, what can a stressed out single mother do?

Nadia Petrov. Irina Petrov. Rory Ellison. Leila Stone. Lyric Joyce. Roman Joyce. Jean Briggs. Donovan Archer. Aspen Archer. Eric Herring. Esther Berry. Brynn Villarreal. Valerie Madden. Cora Wilcox. Lara Young. Cyrus Young. Nick. Narcissa Padilla. Noel Blair. Nico Love. Aristotle Lowell. Blake Baker. Bruno Stark. Rosette. Bea Faye.

STORY: UNNAMED MAGIC KIDS ONE

OVERVIEW: There is, supposedly, a magical school somewhere. It’s meant for kids like them, but they got overlooked. Whether it be because their powers were locked away, developed late, or simply weren’t strong enough to catch attention, they’re on their own. Well, on their own except for each other.

Nevada Griffin. Cypress Willow. Ettie Aves. Val Knotts.

STORY: ZIX

OVERVIEW: An oft-overlooked dimension, filled with vampiric, superpowered creatures called Zix. Esmea is destined to lead. If her mother doesn’t kill her first.

Esmea Aidana. Ainsley Aidana. Matisse Maris. Camille West.

STORY: UNTITLED PEOPLE

OVERVIEW: Lukas Brooks’ only motivation after his family’s death is hunting down their killer—with a retired hitman and the daughter of the person he’s hunting at his side, he’ll get revenge. Even if he dies in the process.

Quinn Price. Marlene ‘Lena’ Lynn. Lukas Brooks.

STORY: NIGHT COURT

OVERVIEW: A powerful family who operates on the wrong side of the law, and the hitman hired to kill one of them. It doesn’t sound like a love story, but that’s how it ends up.

Bernadette Brandt. Alois Brandt. Renly Sinclair. Nadia Voronin.

STORY: SAD OLD ONE

OVERVIEW: A school for talented youth, and the tragedies that fill it.

Madeline Knight. Kiyo Ross. Kai. Eli.

STORY: YET ANOTHER UNTITLED FOUND FAMILY

OVERVIEW: After their parents died in one accident that changed their lives forever, three kids stick together even as they hide away from the rest of the world. That is, until they’re found by someone who just wants to help them—even if none of them believe it.

Elliot Stokes. Lewis Stokes. Scott Stokes. Briar Parker-Stokes.

STORY: UNTITLED THING

OVERVIEW: A reaper, a fallen angel, and the complicated relationship between them.

Tristin Joy. Leza Orus. Haven Roth.

STORY: WESLEY’S FAULT

OVERVIEW: Just your basic found family about a man who grew up taking care of himself because no one else would learning to care for a kid.

Mitchell Watson. Journey ‘Jo’ Watson. Viola Lyons.

STORY: SOCIETY OF THE NOT REALLY DEAD

OVERVIEW: Turned not-quite-human by dying, this group of revived people—led by an otherworldly being named Darsh—spends their time hunting down people who’ve gone through a similar experience, but ended up being dangerous.

Josie. Ayla. Quinn. Darsh. Sawyer.

STORY: UNTITLED LMAO

OVERVIEW: A secretive, close-knit town, the rich family at the head, and a mysterious party that reveals more than it should.

Serafina Vexx, Kaine Vexx, Eiran Vexx, Maddock Knotley, Elias, Lila, Ruby, Odeta, Isolde

STORY: ONLY HUMAN

OVERVIEW: TBA

Agnes (Aggie) Knotley. Casper Raith. Jax Marth. Theodora Killoran. El Cromwell. Mars Perea. Marea Hook. Rose Murik. Lucian Wright.

MISC OCS

Navonni Dulcinea. Cosma Witenor. Sonya Valentine. Dina. Cascadia. Ria Petrov. Atti Solis. Darion Harding. Skylar Parks. Mordra Anderson. Fiona Wright. Liza. Ro Daughtry. Shala Hart. Hayden Patel. Devyn Vance. Ryder Flores. Loina. Crowlie Cleary. Marnie. Pyter. Krila. Araxie Ceto. Anya Florence Day. Eden Wolfe. Rea. Jasper Prince. Angelo Santiago. Camille Haley. Riya Cox. Arcadia Wolfe. Maeve.

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

You Will Find Me: Olivia Rose Evans

(credits to the beautiful @captainsteveevans​)

Disclaimer: Hi everyone! This is the first part of the You Will Find Me: Mini-Series! I’m really excited about this, and I hope you all are too! It’s short, but I promise you, that the next one will be longer!  The rest of the series, will go from baby shopping, fights (everything can’t rainbows and unicorns right?) more possible smut, and a whole lot more!  LOVE YOU GUYS! Characters: Chris Evans/ Sarah Evans (OC) and Olivia Rose

**

Olivia Rose Evans

It was a beautiful crisp fall evening in Boston. Chris had just landed from New York. He was initially supposed to land around noontime, but his flight got delayed. Engine problems, the pilot, had said, and everyone had to board another plane. Waiting for three and a half hours, was something that he didn’t want to happen. It was a late-night, after filming Jimmy Fallon and having a drink with him after. Only having four hours of sleep, and being at the airport early added on to his tiredness. The flight home was just two hours, but it felt more like 5 hours. Chris finally landed in Boston around 8:30 pm and was ready to go home. By the time he had gotten his luggage and waiting for his driver to get to the airport, it was almost 9 pm.

      The drive back to Concord took another twenty minutes, and Chris desperately wanted to go home. He was thinking about his warm bed and his wife. The thought of her always made his heart jump for joy. The softness of her skin, the peach scent in her hair, and the way it softly flows down his skin, always drives him insane. So lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize that his driver was already at the driveway of his home. Laughing at himself thanking his driver Chris grabbed his luggage from the trunk and headed towards the front of the house. As he walked up the driveway, he noticed that the lights were on in the house. It’s late at night, and usually, his wife is already in bed. Frowning, he headed to the door and searched for his keys in his backpack. Once he found them, he unlocked the door and walked in. Putting his luggage to the side, he went to the kitchen to see if his wife was there. Empty. Sighing, he headed out of the kitchen, turning off the lights and headed upstairs.

“Honey?!” Chris yelled down the hallway. Chris frowned when there was no response again. Then hearing a soft faint of music, he looked to his right and followed the sound. As he walked, the music had gone louder, and Yiruma’s River Flows In You was playing. Smiling, Chris went to the end of the hallway, close to where their bedroom was. Going to the door, on his left, he walked in to see his wife asleep and their one-month-old baby girl, who was also sleeping in her arms. Pressing stop on the mini radio that was on top of the dresser, Chris quietly walked over to the rocking chair in the corner.

“Sarah,” Chris whispered against her forehead and placed a gentle kiss. Seeing Sarah opening her eyes, she looked up towards him and gave a sleepy smile.

“Did you just get in?” Sarah asked, trying to adjust herself but realizing that she had her daughter in her arms. Chris laughed.

“Yea, I just got in. Is everything okay with Olivia?” Chris asked as he bent down to gently carry his daughter into his arms.

“I was downstairs, trying to get a late snack when Olivia decided to wake up a blood cry. It turns out that she was hungry.” Sarah said, as she slowly got up from the rocking chair and gave a long stretch.

“Babe, why don’t you head on to bed, I’ll put her down,” Chris said. Yawning again, Sarah walked out of Olivia’s room and went to their bedroom. Hearing the door close to their bedroom, Chris took a seat on the rocking chair, cradled his daughter into his arms.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, are you giving mom a hard time?” Chris asked, stroked his finger against her soft chubby cheek. Then hearing her little coos, her tiny little chubby hand found his finger and held on to it.

        Ten minutes later, Chris sat up from the rocking chair and slowly walked over to her crib. Before laying her down, Chris gently placed a kiss on her forehead and then gently laying her down. Then grabbing her Piglet and put it next to her. He was winding the crib mobile to sound of Winnie the Pooh song.

“Good night, my little angel,” Chris said as he walked out of Olivia’s bedroom and went straight to his. Opening the door, Chris saw his wife passed out cold. Smiling to himself, Chris headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After taking a quick shower, brushing his teeth, and putting his jammie pants on, Chris walked over to his side of the bed and snuggled in. Then turning to Sarah, Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close to him.

“Is Olivia asleep now?” Sarah asked, in her sleepy voice.

“She is,” Chris said, kissing the back of her head.

Yawn

“Did you eat something? Want me to make-“ Sarah started, as her voice began to fade away, and her light snores came about. Chris laughed and held her in closer to him.

“Sleep now, my beautiful munchkin.”

**

The morning sun came peeping through the dark orange curtains. Wiping the sleep off her face, Sarah had frowned as she felt a callused hand run along her arm. Smiling, Sarah turned around to see her husband smiling at her. Of course, he had the usual bedhead, shirtless and looking exceptionally handsome.

“Good morning,” Chris said, placing a kiss on her nose. (Which is a tradition that he does every morning when Sarah wakes up)

“How was the flight?” Sarah asked. Chris moaned and let out a sigh.

“It was terrible. The engine wasn’t working in the first plane that I was in, so we had to deplane and walk another 5 minutes to another gate. THEN I had to wait another three and a half hours. All I wanted was to get home.” Chris said, getting irritated. Sarah laughed and sat up from her side of the bed. Reaching over to him, Sarah placed a soft kiss on his lips. Before Sarah could pull away, Chris put his hand behind her neck and deepened the kiss. Just when Chris’s hand went up her shirt, a small faint cry came through the baby monitor. Sarah pulled away and started laughing as she placed her forehead against his, “I guess someone’s awake.” Sarah said, pulling away from Chris and lying down next to him.

“Stay, I’ll get her,” Chris said, laughing as he got up from the bed. Hearing Olivia’s bedroom door open. Sarah smiled as she heard Chris talking to his daughter.

“Good Morning, pumpkin! Did you sleep well last night?” Sarah heard over the monitor. The talking stopped, and Sarah looks towards the doorway to see Chris and Olivia in his arms. Smiling, Sarah sat up and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Chris then bent down and gently placed Olivia into her arms.

“I’ll get the coffee going,” Chris told her, kissing her forehead.

“And I assume, I’ll make the breakfast?” Sarah yelled back.

**

The forever tagged: @shellbilee​ @jennmurawski13​ @southerngracela​

@mustangshelby04​ @janeyboo​ @jtargaryen18​ @patzammit​

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Rocks At My Window by Bridget Medler, Voodoo Doll by 5SOS, Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton, Hold Back The River by James Bay, Alone by Halsey, Youth by Daughter

Rocks At My Window: Roxie Flores about Sam Evans (Wish you'd go throwing rocks at my window/We could count the stars from your car hood/But I'm here alone)

Voodoo Doll: Fallon Parris Jones about Reggie Mantle (I don't even like you/Why did you want to go and make me feel this way?)

Bad Intentions: Arianne Martin (But after everything I still believe in true love)

Hold Back The River: Jennifer Andrews and FP Jones (Tried to keep you close to me/But life got in between)

Alone: Arianne Martin and Ariel Blossom (Everywhere I go I got a million different people tryna' kick it/But I'm still alone in my mind)

Youth: Amethyst Adams (And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones/Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs/Setting fire to our insides for fun/Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong)

Send me a song and I’ll tell you which OC(s) it fits best

[overtureofchaos]

Muses by Request

I am going to list these by face credit only because some are a work in progress and it is just easier and there are many.

Toby Stephens - James Flint CC exclusively

Alexander Skarsgard - Eric Stockwell OC

Michael Shannon - Donovan Krause OC

Sullivan Stapleton - Phillip Sullivan OC/Kurt Weller AU

Ryan Reynolds - WIP

Timothy Olyphant - Seth Gaines OC

Marton Csokas - Randall Flagg (Stephen King’s The Stand) exclusively

Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje - Samuel Jenik OC

Charlize Theron - Lucielle Fallon OC

John Cho - Justin Dae OC (Star Trek AU)

Hugh Dancy - Julian Dammers OC (Hannibal AU)

Omar Sy - WIP

Josh Hartnett - Gideon Raynor OC

Ed Skrein - Shane Porter/Nicolai Semkov (Deadpool AU)

Gina Carano - Riley Otis OC

Emily Blunt - Kendall Rivers OC, Kate Macer AU (Sicario)

Nina Dobrev - Astrid Rollins OC exclusively

Jackson Rathbone - Johnny “Bud” Fiske OC exclusively

Chris Evans - Mace Jensen OC (Captain America AU)

Zazie Beetz - Noah Parker OC (Domino AU)

John Krasinski - Jack McCormick OC (Jack Silva/Jack Ryan AU)

Chris Hemsworth - Marc Payne OC exclusively

Rami Malek - Miguel Hernandez CC (Sicario face replacement)

Max Irons - Arthur Lipton Rhys OC exclusively

Oscar Isaac - Javier Castello OC 

Zachary Quinto - Mossimo Romanets OC

[ocappreciation]

~*~Mobile Friendly~*~ ocappreciation Riverdale OC Masterlist

Amethyst Adams // Fic: (Cast Not Your Stone at the) Wayward Daughter // by:  randomestfandoms

Anastasia Andrews // Fic: Say I’m In Too Deep // by: randomestfandoms

Angela DeSantos // Fic: Gold Lie Promises // by: randomestfandoms

Annabelle Andrews // Fic: Green Eyed Monster // by: missjanuarylily

Ariel Blossom // Fic: I’m No Princess Of Pain // by: randomestfandoms

Bella Baxter // Fic: (Civil Blood) Makes Civil Hands Unclean// by: randomestfandoms

Ben Connelly // Fic: Above All Else // by: huntsthemoon

Beverly Mantle // Fic: Steady Satellite // by: randomestfandoms

Bonnie “Bo” Evans // Fic: Untitled // by: puple-and-red-ribbons

Caroline Demarco-Grey // Fic: Start of Darkness Series // by: rhaenystargaryen411

Charlotte Jones // Fic: Untitled // by: randomestfandoms

Danika Hart // Fic: Candy Hearts // by: susiesamurai

Darcy Delgado // Fic: Dark Paradise // by: neverbess

Darling Bishop // Fic: Kind of Love // by: luminiabanner

Dez Delgado // Fic: Dark Paradise //   by: neverbess

Diana Cassidy // Fic: River’s Edge & Serpent’s Bite // by: hennigshelleys

Dot Halley // Fic: Untitled // by: theseowleyes

Dustin “Dax” Maxwell //  Fic: Transference // by: mystic-scripture

Elijah Benson // Fic: Gasoline // by: roan-kom-azgeda

Ellie Cooper // Fic: Double Trouble // by: bitchinbetty

Emma Hayes // Fic: Trouble // by: harleyquinnzelz

Evan “Fairy” Fogarty // Fic: Don’t Take My Kindness for Weakness // by: randomestfandoms

Fallon Parris Jones // Fic: Every Day Is Like a Battle // by: randomestfandoms

Frankie Connelly // Fic: Above All Else // by: huntsthemoon

Gabriella “Gabby” Rush // Fic: The War At Home // by: purple-and-red-ribbons

Hannah “Harley” Davis //  Fic: Transference // by: mystic-scripture

Harper Hope Harrison // Fic: My Demons and My Muse // by: randomestfandoms

Indigo “Indie” O’Dell // Fic: Untitled // by: yeahthatotherone

Jade “JJ” Griffin // Fic: Lifeline // by: dreamerwithapen1

Jason “JD” Dwyer //  Fic: Transference // by: mystic-scripture

Jennifer Andrews // Fic: Two Can Keep A Secret (If One Of Them Is Dead) // by: randomestfandoms

Jimmy “Ty” Brooks //  Fic: Transference // by: mystic-scripture

Kasey King  // Fic: Broken Crown // by: curious-kittens-ocs

Kit Cooper // Fic: IT GETS WORSE HERE EVERY DAY // by: randomestfandoms

Kirsten Keller // Fic: Dark Waters // by: madipetsch

Kirstiana Keller // Fic: Do You Still Believe In One Another // by: randomestfandoms

Lauren Kinley // Fic: Beneath the Surface // by: missecharlotte

Lyra Lovell // Fic: Unconquerable // by: randomestfandoms

Madison Cooper // Fic: Trigger // by: fraysquake

Maisie Kane // Fic: Edge of Town // by: itscapokaybye

Mallory Black // Fic: Dynasty // by: madipetsch

Mallory Parker // Fic: Garden // by: thedaniellescampbell

Meg Mason // Fic: Bubble Gum //  by: hennigshelleys

Monica Dean // Fic: The Serpent Underneath // by: stallisaacshoe

Nat Dwyer // Fic: Transference // by: mystic-scripture

Noelle Bamber // Fic: Homecoming // by: siriussblackx

Pandora Peabody // Fic: The Snake Whisperer //  by: randomestfandoms

Pepper Delaney Cooper // Fic: When the Darkness Unleash // by: bradysuttcn

Piper Dean // Fic: Heartless // by: roan-kom-azgeda

Rose Blossom // Fic: A Rose By Any Other Name // by: randomestfandoms-ocs

Roxie Andrews // Fic: Secrets and Lies // by: iris-rainbow-wolf

Roxy Willis // Fic: Untitled // by: mangleocs

Ryann Hernandez-Viamonte // Fic: I’m Your Number Two Man in a Fight // by: randomestfandoms

Sawyer Crown // Fic: Torn // by: itscapokaybye

Stephanie “Stevie” Cooper // Fic: Everybody Else’s Girl // by: randomestfandoms

Stevie Morgan // Fic: The Snake Charmer // by: madipetsch

Tilda Benson // Fic: Gasoline // by: roan-kom-azgeda

Vanessa Lodge // Fic: Every Night is Another Story // by: letthereainfalldownn

Winona “Sodapop” Bighetty // Fic: Who Really Cares // by: pinacolodaranger

Wynona “Wynn” Tate // Fic: Runaaway Train, Between the Lines // by: ceruleanmusings

[emma-christine-spoole]

What my muse wears to go swimming by emma-christine-spoole featuring a blue beach towel River Island floral tee / Zimmermann swimming costume / Frame cut-off jean shorts, $255 / Havaianas flip flops, $36 / Fallon Royce beach bag / Alice + Olivia anti glare sunglasses / Casetify clear iphone case / Charlotte Russe round hat / Sky blue beach towel

https://oc-question.tumblr.com/post/159916661120/what-does-your-oc-wear-when-they-go-swimming

[rosettastarlight]

Andrea Anderson-Trio-Glee OC

Andrea Anderson-Trio-Glee OC by silverbellatrix featuring Giorgio Armani ❤ liked on Polyvore

BKE core blue tank / Boohoo longline blazer / Balmain clothing / Jessica Simpson narrow shoes, $88 / New Look purse clutch, $21 / Handcrafted jewellery / Allurez white gold stud earrings, $390 / Footnotes engraved jewelry / Jewel Exclusive black diamond jewelry / Journee Collection wide band ring / Sterling silver pendant necklace / Fallon leather choker necklace / River Island woollen cap / Vintage clear glasses / Giorgio Armani eyeshadow / Caps and Gowns for Preschool | Child Shiny Red Cap, Gown and Tassel

[nathanmillers]

12 Days of Gifmas — DAY 12, YOUR OCS + REPRESENTATION (PART TWO) ( part 1 ) 

FALLON RIVERS, Conflate: half-Filipina, PTSD, anxiety, depression 

CLARK, Aegis: Gay 

DOMINIC SHIRE, Mostly Ghostly: bisexual, PTSD, Jewish 

ONTARI NIGHTFALL, Radiance: bisexual, PTSD, anxiety, depression 

VANESSA SHIRE, Metanoia: Lesbian, Jewish

NICK, Aegis: bisexual 

KIERNAN ADAMS, Fireheart: half-Mexican, bilingual, gay 

THEO, Different/Aegis: Mexican, bilingual, disabled, PTSD

*note: even if their sexuality isn’t specifically labeled, none of my OCs are straight