#「⸙」 OC: Mrs India

[artofmintea]

My design for female India

I just gave up on the background

[irldragonart]

love looking at a oc well finding them a name and instantly being able to go "Yea your a Joshua" even if you don't know the rest of the name yet

[kidovna]

I’m so tired of AI, and I’ve been yelling to the void about why people should be commissioning artists. In the spirit of anti AI/pro comms, what are your favourite commissions that you have worked on in the past and what was it that made them special or fun (commercial/non commercial) I’m absolutely obsessed with your stuff btw!

Oh thank you! And fun question! My top three will probably be the book covers I illustrated:

I’m working on two more right now and I’m pretty sure they’ll be up there as well!

These are some of my other favourites:

In order: Bharatanatyam dancer inspired spider-woman India, Alex and Henry for @orchidscript, Luke and Duncan for Isabella Renee’s book I Vote You Mr. Mayor, nanirimo’s OCs Niya and Marin, and heaventide_’s OCs Jonathan and Seph!

Also I’ve never posted any of these, but I think I have to give special mention to how many finn wolfhard cinematic universe commissions I’ve done 😂

Left to right: Richie and Eddie from IT, Boris and Theo from The Goldfinch, and Chris and Shannon from Finn’s directorial debut Hell Of A Summer!

I feel like this is the perfect time for me to plug that my commissions are now open again! 👀

[greattigerssimp]

Punch Out x Pokemon crossover headcannons!

Gift for my bestie @vampirtulpe , lover of both Punch Out and Pokemon. In this crossover AU, all the boxers are actually trainers who all go to the same stadium to battle, train, and raise pokemon. Each trainer fights with 4 pokemon, unless your Mr. Sandman (aka the champion in this AU)

Little Mac 🇺🇲🥊🟢

- Traveling trainer (ash ketchum wannabe) from Unova

- Strict, but not as strict as Mr. Sandman when training his pokemon

- Team consists of Hitmonchan, Raichu, Cinderace, and a Riolu he hatched thnx to Doc. The ultimate main character team

- Doc travels with him and basically acts like Brock

Glass Joe 🇫🇷 🥐

- Kalos (aka best region!!! No I don't take criticism :33) inhabitant

- Very soft when it comes to training pokemon... dude will spoil his pokemon rotten and wonder why they aren't powerhouses

- Team consists of Dachsbun, Slurpuff, Glaceon, Magikarp, and a baby Goomy he never let's fight.

- Very close to the Dachsbun... his uncle, Gabby Jay owned it as a Fidough, and Joe adopted it when Gabby died (he didn't die to Nick in this AU, but rather of a heart attack-)

- Squimish about seeing cute pokemon fight; would much rather be a pokemon performer

Von Kaiser 🇩🇪🔩

- Owns his own pokemon gym that specializes in steel types. It's only accessible to younger trainers

- Used to be a good trainer in his youth, but slowly got outclassed

- Originated in uhhhh Sinnoh (game freak German region when???)

- Team consists of Klinklang, Ambipom, Chingling, and Probopass.

- Caught Chingling very recently, mistakenly thinking it was a steel type. He keeps it for emotional support

Disco Kid 🇺🇲 🕺

- Travelling trainer from Unova, but he lacks the main character energy

- Invented "pokecise," a trainer-pokemon type of exercise that's supposed to strengthen a bond... or whatever lol.

- Sometimes does double battles with Heike Kagero, and overall prefers double battles.

- Speed specialist

- Team consists of all four Oricorio forms... and a Mime Jr. he doesn't battle with

- He uses the Mime Jr. to use Teeter Dance on random people for shits and giggles.

King Hippo 🏝 🦛

- Rumored to be from Alola

- May or may not he a mutated pokemon... if you throw a poke ball at him, he'll go inside of it.

- Team consists of Alolan Exeguttor, Ludicolo, Slowking, and of course, Hippowdon.

- Doesn't grunt or growl in this AU. Rather, he says the word "Hippo" over and over again.

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵🥊

- Classic Kanto boy

- He IS that guy from the Saffron dojo who gifts you either a Hitmonchan or a Hitmonlee

- Is constantly pushing the other trainers (boxers), especially Joe, to train harder every single day.

- His team consists of Ninetails, Farfetch'd, Curly Tatsugiri, and Scizor

- Traded Joe the eevee that would evolve into his Glaceon for an unhappy scyther Joe couldn't train

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦 🐻

- Uhhh Johto native (NO CANADA REGION GRRR)

- Adores pokemon, especially baby pokemon. He's got a knack for breeding

- Spends all day training in the woods and on routes

- Scares unsuspecting travelling trainers at night

- Team consists of Greedant, Stantler, Obamba snow :], and Ursaring

- Had a pachirisu at some point, but it got poached and died by an evil pokemon team

- Bonus: if Lomasi (me OC) was in this AU, her team would consist of Staraptor, Sunflora, Beautifly, and Xatu.

Great Tiger 🇮🇳 🐅

- No India region sooooo idk maybe Alola trainer

- Wants to be a psychic trainer very badly

- Has yet to be indoctrinated into the psychic trainer mental circle

- Hates medicham with a burning passion (I'm projecting ehehe-)

- Team consists of Espeon, Persian, Delcatty, and Incineroar

- Rivalry with Hondo

- Yeah he loves cat pokemon... sadly that takes priority over catching psychic pokemon

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸 🥀

- Wants to be a dancing, agile-type trainer like Disco Kid, and ended up being better than him

- Adores pokemon contests

- From Paldea, and has basically traveled all over the region

- Team consists of Roserade, Bellosom, Luvdisc, and Quaquaval.

- Caught a Greavard during his emo phase

- Bonus, since vamp ✨️ adores ✨️ my version of Carmen... her team consists of Sylveon, Lopunny, Bruxish, and Arbok... if yall know, yall know.

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪 😈

- Rumored to have been a Team Yell member

- Has fought pokemon with his bare hands before, and he'll do it again

- From Northern Galar

- No real ambition, just likes terrorizing people with his pokemon

- Team consists of Zoroark, Obstagoon, Scrafty, Skuntank, and a family Wooloo he inherited and doesn't let fight

- That Wooloo is just as fearsome as the rest of his team

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺 🍾

- (NO RUSSIA REGION REEE) He's from Sinnoh, specifically snowpoint

- Has beaten the snowpoint gym leader multiple times, but he was gatekept from becoming an ice gym leader because of his intimidating height drinking issues

- Stupidly tall, but baby pokemon are naturally attracted to him

- Was almost bribed into d0ping his pokemon... thankfully in this AU, he doesn't do that.

- Team consists of Polteageist, Walrein, Spinda, and Beartic

- He captured the Spinda and the Sinistea when he was drunk one time

Bald Bull 🇹🇷 🐂

- From Paldea, specifically Alfornada city

- Definitely likes pokemon more than people

- Doesn't necessarily like battling super hard because it triggers his anger

- Once killed an evil team member

- Team consists of Blaze Breed Paldean Tauros, Boufalant, Darmanitan, and Primeape

- That primeape doesn't take well after Bull...

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸 🌊

- Native Alolan resident (he's not white in this AU)

- Ex-water gym leader of Alola; got fired after a certain tantrum he had as an actor

- Well known poke-actor

- ALWAYS trains his pokemon by the beach

- Team consists of Palafin, Poliwrath, Alolan Raichu, and Mantine

- He owns a LOT more water pokemon than what I listed lol

Mr. Sandman 💤 🟢

- Champion of the WVBA league

- Undeafeated

- Is also the manager of said league... he bosses over the other trainers and what they do

- Is the paul-trainer (Pokemon are objects to make me win) type

- As a champion, he's allowed to have 6 pokemon

- Only WVBA trainer that does hyper training

- Team consists of Machamp, Musharna, Sandaconda, Dusknoir, Pyroar, and Annihilape.

- First pokemon he got was Machop... that's the pokemon he's closest too.

Bonus! Here's Dragon Chan (bc I said so) 🇨🇳🐉

- Traveling dragon master

- Not a permanent member of the WVBA trainers, but he visits often

- Very hyper active, tall dude... his pokemon share his hyper active-ness

- Adores challenging random people to battles

- His goal is to become a professional dragon pokemon tamer

- Team consists of Hydrapple, Hitmonlee, Blaziken, and a timid Dragonair

- Also carries around an egg containing a Bagon

Yw vampir, Ily bestie !!!! Thnx for being an awesome rp partner <3

[gregorovitch-adler]

Title: Clandestine Meetings.

Fandom: ACD canon (and related).

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Original Female Character (unrequited love from OC's side).

Rating: T.

Words: 19,539.

Chapters: 8/8

Summary:

Devi Dey has moved from India to London, England with her husband Debashish Dey. Mr Dey has to face injustice at workplace, and that is how Mrs Dey ends up at 221 B Baker Street, asking Holmes and Watson for help.

Mr and Mrs Dey's marriage does not seem to work quite well, and Mrs Dey ends up falling for Mr Sherlock Holmes during the process of his crime solving with Dr Watson's assistance.

Mrs Dey has to deal with two things: the uncertainty of her husband's job, and the feelings that she has developed for the great detective.

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Hello everyone! @nowiamcoveredinyou and I wrote a fanfic based on the original stories. It's a case fic, exploring a case adventure and the sentiments that Devi Dey develops for Holmes.

Check out the link! We hope you like it. 😊

Tags: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @calaisreno @keirgreeneyes @jamielovesjam @peanitbear @gaylilsherlock @totallysilvergirl , etc.

[bonerot19]

u mentioned about mr singh being representation for the indian population in ur fic! could u tell me more about him? i’d love to know, as an indian person myself :3

hi! thanks for asking!

as a white person, I like to look up the demographics of the area I'm writing about and making OC's for (in the case of fictional gotham I looked up new jersey) bc I think we (white people) have a bad habit, a laziness, of just defaulting to making everyone white

so, partially, that's where Mr. Singh came about, because, as that post said, new jersey is often called 'little India'. he was also inspired a bit by my high school best friend's dad, an Indian man who moved to the US with his young family and who was always very kind to me. Mrs. Singh is very very very vaguely based on that same friend's mom who insisted on sending me home with food whenever I visited, because she knew we didn't have a lot of it at home and she was going to fix that in any way she could

the Singh's own a convenience store because I love the concept of the local bodega, specifically the kind you hear about in NYC, where the bodega/corner store guys are pillars of their community. where I live, a lot of the convenience stores are owned by Indian immigrants and so Mr. Singh was also inspired by the guy who owns the store next door to a place I used to live. he was the best, always chatted with you, remembered you, knew your favorite stuff and really cared about his community. I'd go in for a coffee and end up staying and talking for fifteen minutes about us both being immigrants to Canada.

all of this to say, I wanted a character that was a happily involved in his community, someone that would take on a familial role with Jason. I looked up demographics so I didn't just slap a white guy into a role, and when I saw that new jersey is called little India I thought of my friend's dad, and then I thought of my beloved convenience door guy and our mutual sadness, when I moved away. so Mr. Singh and his family are a bit of an homage to those guys, who had a positive impact on my life bc they gave a shit

[sarahlizziewrites]

OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 7 - "Dare"

In which Dr Williamson Jones chooses something other than a drink. (1054 words) WIP: Til Death Do Us Part (pre-canon) Characters: Dr Williamson Jones, Navraj Choudhury  taglist: @vacantgodling, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife, @mrbexwrites, @hippiewrites (+/-) Content warning: alcoholism

Wine makes me warm and chatty: flushed cheeks and a purple tongue spouting purple little lies. Port makes my fingers and toes numb like they’ve been blissfully forgotten about. Whiskey makes me belligerent and sharp, a knife in the darkness.

Gin makes me all of those things, and messy and daring besides. 

Gin’s the thing to drink in India - oh yes, the quinine in the tonic is supposed to stave off malarial fever, and the proof of the spirit kills off the microorganisms in the drinking water the likes of which London has left behind - but that’s not why I drink it. I drink it because I like the way it makes me numb and chatty and warm and sharp all at once. I drink it because I’m hardly daring at all, otherwise.

I’ve tried to remember if I was drunk when I agreed to come to India in the first place, or when I first invited Mr Choudhury to stay late for another drink. I’m still not totally sure why he stays late chatting most nights. He must like the man I am when I’ve had a drink as much as I do. Almost as much as I like him, and the hot, daring thrill I get when he turns his attention on me. 

Tonight, that thrill is more like a torrent, the Ganges in violent flood, as I try to pay attention to the words he’s saying, rather than the shape of his lips as he says them. Tonight may finally be the night I decide to do something about this feeling that makes my skin burn and my tongue grow thick in my mouth. 

“Another drink, Mr Choudhury?”

“No, thank you,” he says, standing. Diluted disappointment fills me. “I had better go.”

It is late, after all. From the damp heat of the verandah, I follow him back through my bungalow, his sandals tapping out a rhythm on the tiles of the atrium, my own steps trudging a reluctant half-beat behind. Gas lighting gives this place an old-fashioned, amber look, which I’ve grown quite fond of. Mr Choudhury looks especially attractive in the light, giving the mahogany of his skin an undertone that gleams like gold. 

God, I’m wrecked.

As though I said that out loud, he turns abruptly, and my messy, numb brain takes a moment to catch up. I go barrelling into him, spilling gin and tonic and lemon all over his clothes.

My sharp, single-syllable expletive won’t un-spill the drink, and the handkerchief I pull from my pocket doesn’t do much better. But somewhere along the way, my hand ends up clenched in the front of his kurta, soaking up the alcohol, and the broad span of his arms are around me, holding me up. 

“Sorry–”

“You asked me earlier,” I begin, carefully loading my vowels with the armour of an English gentleman, “what I had to lose, in my life. Well…” I fill my lungs with something humid and gin-scented. “For a man like me, in my position, with my…tastes…” There can be no doubt of my implication in the heavy emphasis of the word. “It is like falling from the stars.”

“No lasting harm done,” he says, altogether too kindly. I dab uselessly still, enjoying lingering here, close to the heat of his body that somehow cuts through the muggy heat of the air around us. At a certain point, the pretence is all but gone, and we’re just standing in the atrium, far too close.

A miasma of boldness fills the small space between us, and I take a bet on the amber glimmer of his dark brown eyes.

Damn it all, I do want him. Enough to trust him, perhaps where I shouldn’t. He’s an intelligent man - he could easily ignore my emphasis and choose to listen to my words, leave all this behind us. But he doesn’t.

“Then, forgive me.”

Christ, but his hands are big. Big enough to cradle the back of my head and span the short hair at the back of it, pulling me to him. I’m pleasantly numb at the edges of my sensation, but the place on my jaw where he leans close and places his warm lips is urgently alight. 

I hardly realise I’m clinging to his thick arms like a maiden in passionate throes, or that I’m tilting my chin up to his lips, balancing on my tiptoes: certainly, this position is compromising, but I don’t care. 

“Mr Choudhury…”

“Call me Raj,” he mutters into my skin, mouthing slow, deliberate kisses down my jawline.

“Williamson.” It seems silly, now, to only lose the formality when his lips are on my neck and I’m burning with arousal. “Can I prevail upon you to stay a little longer?”

He halts, almost as though he’s only just realised he’s kissing my neck. He huffs out a small laugh, felt rather than heard. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, but he doesn’t let go. “You should go to bed.”

“You should come with me.”

Gin makes me daring, and I blame it for my messy words. He pulls back then, observing me with brown eyes a shade more sober than mine. Alright, a lot more sober. The burning arousal turns rapidly to burning shame.

“I’m sorry–”

“I would,” he says, eyes dark and serious. It’s a look that makes my pulse pound thickly, making the numb parts of me come alive again. “Only…not when you’re like this. Ask me again, on a different night.”

My head is bobbing in a nod before I know I’m even responding. He’s right. Tonight, it’s time for me to sleep off my drink and a good portion of my hangover, and hope he remembers his promise on a different night. Hope he stays, hope he likes the man I am when I’m not…like this.

Arms dropping to my sides, my heels find the ground again. Gaps fall, relatively cool, where we were touching, and slowly, we both walk to the front door. 

“Goodnight, Raj.”

“Goodnight, Williamson.”

—

Gin makes me messy and numb and daring and belligerent. So tonight, I keep the drinks cabinet closed. 

Raj is sharper in the amber light tonight, and when he shakes my hand in greeting, no part of me is numb.

“Evening, Raj. Can I pour you a cup of tea?”

[cursedwithwords]

HP Next Gen OCs: Band Edition

In my version of the next gen, Fred Weasley grows up and opens a nightclub that caters mostly to the wizarding community (this includes squibs and muggles who have some connection to the community), called Colours.

Within the club, he has live music performed by an in-house band called "No One of Consequence" — a group of five with varying backgrounds that he met by pure chance in Diagon Alley. He hired them almost immediately after hearing them play, and they live together in a flat above the club to make it easier to come to work.

Fred only knows a little about each of their backgrounds but trusts them implicitly and loves their company. They become a huge draw to the club, which is even more exciting. Considers them to be his partners, even though he's technically their boss; he sees them as equals.

Name: Malika Shaan

Origin: India

Wand: none

Patronus: none

Profession: Drummer

Sexuality: bisexual

Details: born in India to a long line of illustrious potioneers. For generations, her family has produced incredibly skilled wizards and witches; until she was born. A squib with absolutely no magical inclination, rather than being accepted, she was shunned by her family and considered a dark omen, a sign of their families downfall. The only member of her family who cared for her was her great, great grandfather Malik Shaan, whom she was named for. The patriarch of the family, he was the only one who loved her and took care of her. The rest of her family — parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings — abused and neglected her, locking her in the family estate and refusing to admit her existence to the rest of the wizarding world. She was an embarrassment, after all.

Malik despised the way the rest of the family treated her, seeing her as good fortune rather than bad, but his age and perceived mental decline made it so the rest of the family refused to acknowledge his will despite being the head of the family. So, out of spite, Malik gifts Malika an ancient book of potions that had been passed down for generations in their family. An heirloom meant to be passed to the next head of house, Malik decides they don't deserve it. So when he feels his health fading he gives the book to Malika and tells her to leave the country, because the family no longer deserves the prestige of their name if they're willing to abuse someone not of magical prowess. He passes away not long after Malika leaves.

She can't open the book as it's locked with a magical seal, but she never lets it out of her sight. She promised her grandfather she'd take care of their families legacy, and she intends to do so even at the cost of her own wellbeing. She wears a gold locket around her neck decorated with a crescent moon and a star. Gifted to her by Malik, it holds a photograph of the two of them and is her most prized possession.

Wears loose clothes, generally autumnal colors, and has a gold septum + gold labret piercing. Carries her drumsticks everywhere she goes. In a way, it makes her feel like she's holding a magic wand, which makes her feel closer to her grandfather. A part of her does feel disappointed and angry that she doesn't have magic but has learned to live with it.

Name: Adrien "Ren" Taylor

Origin: Australia

Wand: acacia and re'em horn (an heirloom wand passed down from her mother)

Patronus: bat

Profession: Bassist + Vocalist

Sexuality: aroace

Details: born in the Australian outback, five minutes older than her younger twin brother. Her mother was a Magizoologist while her father secretly worked in black market creature sales and transport. Mr. Taylor lied to his wife about what he did for work in order to access the rare magical beasts that she worked with as a Magizoologist. She was furious when she found out, but instead of letting her leave to call the authorities, he threw her into a room with a chained and injured beast and let her be torn to shreds. He was happy to be rid of her, but was left with two very young children to raise, and he did not want to deal with them.

He and his gang of black market thugs raised Adrien and her brother, teaching them magic through homeschooling and trying to instill a deep fear and hatred of magical beasts in the twins to make them "useful" to the gang. At a young age, her father locks her in an arena with a dangerous beast and is badly wounded. Instead of bringing her to a healer, her father allows her to develop blood poisoning and sepsis, claiming if she can't pull through on her own, then she simply isn't strong enough.

Out of desperation, her brother uses a rare and forbidden blood magic to brew a potion that remarkably enough manages to heal Adrien, but with the unforseen side effect of turning her into what the magical world considers to be a vampire; she develops a strange blood anemia that alters her genes to the point where she needs to consume blood to maintain healthy iron levels; though she hates taking blood from animals or people.

After discovering her vampirism, she and her brother are forced to acknowledge the fact that if their father discovered it, he would likely take advantage of it and extort her condition. Vampire blood and vampire fangs are rare commodities, after all, and their father wouldn't be against selling his own daughter for money. Even if he'd be selling her for parts. So they take what they can carry and run away.

Adrien manages her condition with iron supplements and isn't against stealing bags of blood from hospitals if she absolutely needs to. She's extremely pale, and the pigment faded from her hair as a side effect of her vampirism, leaving it white. Adrien is physically stronger than most people, amplified when she drinks actual blood. She burns easily in the sun, so sunblock and aloe vera are her best friends. Her eyes are naturally blue, but they grew paler after her change, the pigment fading just like it did in her hair.

She normally dresses in all black and has nose bridge and snakebite piercings, both silver.

Name: Mason Taylor

Origin: Australia

Wand: spruce and billywig stinger

Patronus: salamander

Profession: Guitarist | DJ

Sexuality: gay

Details: five minutes younger than his sister, they used to be near identical before Adrien's change, but Mason was born with heterochromatic eyes, which always made him unique. His left eye is the same blue as Adrien's, and just like his sister, he's subjected to alarming abuse by their father. A bit before his sister is injured, their father throws him into a cage with a frightened dragon that reacts by biting his left leg clean off just above the knee. Fit with a prosthetic and walks with a limp.

Transmasc, which adds to the harassment from his father and the gang, but his mother and sister have always been outrageously supportive. It isn't until they run away that he's able to work towards a life — and a body — that Mason can feel comfortable in.

This is reason number 7000 that he loves working for Fred at the club. They're both transmasc and actually have a ton in common, so they get along outrageously well. They have similar senses of humor, enjoy the same sort of media, and have a lot of respect for each other.

GayTransmascJokes™. They are insufferable together (Adrien is very happy for him).

Has a more extroverted personality than his sister, though they both still love animals and feel no hatred or vengeance towards them for the injuries they both sustained. He wears an old bomber jacket with a fur neckline, as well as a brown corded cattleman hat with an occamy feather stuck in the hat band. The feather was a gift from their mother. Not much for tattoos, but his ears are pierced. He and Adrien share a set of earrings that used to belong to their mother. They each wear one of the earrings.

Name: Imamu Abara

Origin: Uganda

Wand: cherry and augurey tail feather

Patronus: blackbird

Profession: Pianist

Sexuality: straight

Details: a graduate of Uagadou and a powerful seer, extremely talented in Divination and reading runes; though his personality is not what one would expect of a seer (basically the opposite of Trelawney). He gets his abilities from his mother's side of the family, where there have been powerful prophets in every single generation without fail. They can be identified by the alarming eye color that they all share — piercing gold, almost yellow, and practically glowing. Imamu hides his eyes behind extremely dark sunglasses in an attempt to protect himself from people who may want to take advantage of his ability.

He has prophetic dreams and can see snippets of people's pasts and futures when he looks them in the eye, which is why he does not like looking people in the eye. He's extremely talented at scrying through mirrors, which is how he prefers to "see". His mother is also a Uagadou graduate, born in Uganda like him, and his father is from London. They move to the UK after Imamu graduates.

In addition to his seeing abilities, he is also an animagus and can transform into a blackbird. He does not need a wand to perform spells, but his father insisted on getting him one when they moved to London, as additional padding of protection. The more "normal" he appears, the less people will badger him, and wandless magic is very rare in England, which makes him stand out too much.

A jokester with a sharp sense of humor and extremely charismatic. He plays into his appearance because he knows he's attractive and is very proud of it (he is his mother's son). He can play both the drums and the piano, just prefers the piano. It was his idea to start the band as a cover to protect his identity as well as his friends' identities because all of them are being hunted in some way.

Is absolutely enamored with Roxanne because he can not see into her head, and he likes that. She's a mystery to him, not realizing that the reason he can't see her future is because her future is with him (and no seer alive is able to see their own future).

Name: Julian "Jule" Reinhardt

Origin: Germany

Wand: willow and veela hair/dragon heartstring

Patronus: occamy

Profession: Bassist + Vocalist

Sexuality: demisexual

Details: born at the edges of the Black Forest to a fairly normal wizarding family, if allowed to grow up properly, he would have attended Durmstrang. Tragically, he was never given the opportunity, as he was kidnapped when he was extremely young by a pack of werewolves who lived in the deep mountains of the Black Forest.

A "family" consisting of just lycanthropes, though very few of them are related by blood. Their way of expanding on their "family" is by choosing young children and stealing them from their families, biting them for the purpose of creating a legacy of lycanthropy to be passed down. It's thought that the first werewolf was made from the Black Forest, which makes the "family" blind with the desire to maintain the purity of their history. Instead, they turn into murderers, kidnappers, and abusers. Jule is just one of the victims.

Julian has no memory of his original family and is not taught much magic by the pack, nor does he have a wand. He does know how the pack works, though, so he knows he had a family and that they are no longer alive. Unlike the rest of the pack, Julian has always felt like an outcast. In an act of desperation to escape the abuse, he decides to run away, though he is in constant fear of hurting people along the way.

He's absolutely terrible around people because of his isolation and has a lot of trouble trying to figure out how to act around them. Extremely quiet and cautious, he hates being touched. He's nervous and anxious but very protective of his people.

He's physically stronger than he realizes because of his lycanthropy (he doesn't know his own strength; in fact, he thinks he's extremely weak). Abysmal confidence (think albus pre-delphini). He doesn't have much faith in his magic and doesn't get a wand until he moves to England. Imamu takes him to Diagon Alley and Olivanders, where he ends up being chosen by an unusual willow wand with a core of braided dragon heartstring and veela hair.

Keeps his black hair long enough that he can use his bangs to cover his right eye, which he damaged badly during one of his first transformations, leaving him half blind and badly scarred. No one can see the scars if his bangs are in place and if they don't look too close. Most of his scars are on the rest of his body rather than his face, which he hides under thick layers of dark clothes: high neck shirts with long sleeves, leather gloves, jackets, etc.

Keeps his nails cut and filed as short as he can to the point where they sometimes bleed because he doesn't want to accidentally scratch someone. Wears gloves as an extra precaution. Also wears a black face mask over his nose and mouth when he's in public (that's how terrified of himself he is).

Being on the stage playing bass with his friends, who love him and understand him in spite of everything, is the only time he feels like he can be anything other than a victim. He's on the stage playing the first time he sees Louis, who he falls in love with at first sight. He doesn't realize it at first and thinks the racing of his heart is a sign of fear as that's the only thing he's ever felt in the past.

[nowiamcoveredinyou]

Clandestine meetings (part 5)

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7, part 8

Sherlock x (married) oc!

After two days, Watson was again sat in his chair in the morning, with the newspaper in his hand. Wondering when will the door of Mr detective will open. He's been in his bedroom this whole morning. He went out once just to say he won't be having any breakfast today. He doesn't eat when he's got a case. After saying so he went inside and locked the bedroom door.

After a few minutes some faint footsteps were heard as Watson looked up. To his surprise, it was almost unrecognisable. Holmes was dressed as Mr Scott. The same moustache, same wig, and similar type of coat. And as luck favoured him, they both had similar eye colour.

“My God, Holmes! You look just like the man in the photograph.”

Holmes smirked and stole a glance at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his disguise, “Just stay here and wait. When you receive an empty wire with my name on it, I expect you to make a call to Scotland Yard.”

“Your wish is my command,” said Watson and nodded, staring at his tall figure as he went out of the flat with full enthusiasm.

*

As Holmes hired a cab and got into it he recalled every little detail Devi told him as she smartly, without any doubt made her husband speak of him. Mr Scott, his reputation in the office is of a quite yet joyous man, he talks to everyone with a big smile which Holmes had to work to get Mr Scott right. As he reached Mr Dey's office I sighed and got down from the cab. He stood for a second or two before getting inside. He smiled at everyone who noticed him with a bit confusion in their facial expression. Yet as everyone bid him good morning he also nodded and with a huge grin did the same. As he registered his name in the register a man came to him and asked,

“You were on leave, were you not?”

Holmes stared at him. Trying to deduce if there's any identity he can find of him, and there was, a paper he hold which he was working on as he held the fountain still in his hand, and under that paper was his signature, Mr Crawley. “I never said that I would be gone forever Mr Crawley,” Holmes replied giving him a grin, a forced one yet such, that could convince anyone of him being Mr Scott, “I came early from my vacation so I thought of joining, I'll inform our manager don't worry”.

With a nod, Holmes quickly moved pass Mr Crawley and swiftly went to James Scott's cabin without making any further eye contact with anyone.

Holmes went straight to the desk and took some random papers which looked like important articles. He picked a few that he thought would be important to people, which went like “Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee” he rolled his eyes as he read it, such unimportant news yet people seem to love reading this news for hundredth time. “Match girl's strick” he seemed to find it more interesting than the previous, yet he gathered it without reading as he gathered another, “British colonised India” he stopped as he found it. He read the article, how blind has he been all this days he thought. Everything that glorified British newspaper was eventually traumatizing to, especially, the working class one, the farmers. He stood thinking how Mr Dey have been wronged. How much the biased eyes of police inspectors have to not see the obvious. But then he also recalled how wronged Devi has been by her husband. Shaking his head he gathered those three articles and made his way to Mr Dey's cabin straight. Unfortunately it was empty. And fortunately Mr Reynolds went out to a meeting with the monarchist and won't be coming until two hours. However this always happens, he goes out of the office each and every day for three to four hours. As Holmes was about get his work done someone called from behind,

“What are you doing here, Scott? Do you need something from Dey’s cabin?”

He turned to see a rather healthy man staring at him with suspicious eyes. Although Holmes wasn't moved a bit he kept his composer and said,

“He had asked me to tally some documents. I was just going inside for that thing. Why? Is he not here?” Holmes feigned innocence.

“Oh, my. Do you really not know what happened here? I shall tell you everything after work when we smoke a pipe together, do not worry.” he left with a smirk.

Holmes smiled politely and the man took his leave. He locked the door behind him, and began to search for the one specific file.

It did not take Holmes long to find the file: the one where Debashish Dey had supposedly written a wrong amount for the cost of newspapers in the town. The Daily Telegraph had not yet deemed it necessary to confiscate that document from Dey’s office.

Holmes looked through the document closely. He immediately noticed the overwriting that the file displayed where the actual amount was written. The overwritten part was certainly not done by Mr Dey. The handwriting was different. He was surprised of no one ever noticing this mistake, or perhaps it was hidden so no one notices anything , no one doubts anything, no one catches the real deal.

Holmes had a feeling that he knew whose handwriting it was.

He began to search for some more important papers to look for a document that might be handwritten by someone else.

He looked some more papers where others signatured and He then found Mr Reynolds’ Signature on a file, and his suspicion was correct.

It was Mr Reynolds who had manipulated Mr Dey’s file, and he was also the one who was actually corrupt. Mr Reynolds had framed Debashish Dey for being Indian, using the ongoing sour relation between these two country.

Holmes took both the documents with him as he went out of Mr Debashish Dey’s office to ask for a telegram paper at the reception, so that he could send a wire to Watson.

*

Watson had phoned the police and instructed them about where they had to go, exactly. Just as Holmes had asked him to.

The police had shown up on time, and they had arrested Reynolds on the charges of corruption, forgery, misleading the officers, and whatnot.

Holmes went back to Baker Street, and paced in his living room, gathering all the clues as he waited for Watson, who had begun to jot down the whole case at the study table in his bedroom.

It was done, this case was solved. It was a mere case of secrecy. A mere case of putting blame on an innocent.

He stopped and looked at his violin. Devi was fascinated with the instrument. Devi, she must be very happy seeing her husband being proved innocent. But what about her, her passion for sitaar?

Holmes went closer to the instrument and could only think of Devi and her helpless situation. What if Mr Dey still doesn't respect her? She was a young girl of twenty, she couldm’t let her life get wasted. However what Devi wanted was impossible for him.

It haunted him.

Though he wanted to help her, he couldn't quite do anything, could he? While he thought all of that, Watson entered the sitting room with a pen in his hand.

“Finally, you solved another case, Holmes. Congratulations.” Watson came in with all excitement. Finally to hear a conclusion of this absurd case.

Holmes nodded, smiling vacantly.

“Is something bothering you?” Watson walked over to have a seat on the armchair across from Holmes’ in the sitting room. His dear friend is always the most elated one after solving even the most mundane case is leaping in joy, why not today?

“Yes, dear fellow.” he answered looking away with a single nod.

A moment passed in silence, when doctor Watson started to wonder what could be the reason, until he recalled his friend with Devi, laughing, talking, sparkling in both of their eyes, especially of Devi's. “Does this have something to do with Mrs Dey?”

“You're in excellent form today, Watson. As it happens, yes. It has to do with the young lady.” He replied with a soft chuckle. Proud, seeing his friend's deduction being correct.

Watson hesitated to ask the question that came in his mind, however he smirked a little, wondering if his friend finally in love. “Are you in love? Is the cause of your current black mood and angst stemming from the fact that she is not an unattached woman?”

“I fail to see how you'd come to such a conclusion! You must know quite well that a man like me is not made for a sentiment like that. You are on the wrong track.” Holmes replied with evident irritation.

“Pardon me, Holmes. I took the liberty of arriving at that conclusion because I saw how close the two of you were when I came back from the park the other time.” he came closer wanting an answer.

“Well, then, you arrived at the wrong answer. In fact, the reverse is true. She is in love with me.”

“Did she say that to you?” Holmes' answer made his jaw drop. A married woman is in love with another man? And was she so unabashed that she uttered it to him?

“Not exactly, but I shall be deemed a sloppy detective if I couldn't even deduce that much at this point in my career.” Saying so Holmes finally sat in his chair, taking out his pipe.

“What can you possibly do about it? She is married. If you do not even feel the same way.” Watson sat accross him too as his friend blew a round of smoke into the air.

“That is the question. That is the very thing which is bothering me at present.” Replied Holmes.

“Perhaps you could promise her that you would write to her and she to you, every now and then. As good friends. This way you would not hurt her feelings.” Suggested Watson taking out his smoking pipe, but stopped before lighting it up. Disturbed by the whole situation.

“You truly are the conductor of light in my life.” Holmes smiled, considering his suggestion for a moment. Yet wanting if there's any other way to make that woman truly content, not with a man, but with herself.

Watson smiled fondly at Holmes, this time lighting his pipe and smoking. “Do it as soon as you can. Tomorrow, if possible.”

Holmes smiled back. “I will.”

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 27

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2074

Warnings: Talk of death, angst

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Also sorry for the delay in posting this (again). I just got settled into my new place, so trying to get back into the swing of updated. Also happy belated birthday to Juliette and Ghost, who both share my bday :)

Chapter Songs: Stay Blindedsided

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Ghost and Hangman left Texas the day after the funeral. It turned out to be a rough day for both of them because, after the ceremony, Jake had left the Blackwoods to grieve at their patriarch's headstone in private- despite knowing they would've been perfectly fine with his presence- and strolled through the cemetery until he came to a stop in front of a familiar marble stone inlaid into the soft grass. His body had reacted on its own accord as it slowly collapsed to the ground onto his knees. Hangman's eyes had stared at the engraving on the stone: Natalie Seresin.

He had talked to her, apologized for getting her killed, for cutting her beautiful life short. He told her of the fiasco he'd made of his life: how he'd pushed everyone he ever loved away, how he'd fucked things up with Ghost, how terrified he was to screw it up again, if the fallout would destroy him like it tried to last time. It'd come so close to succeeding before…

Hangman had told her of Michael Seresin's health issues and how Nick was on the lam; how he and Matt were rekindling their brotherhood and trying to be a family for once in their lives; how adorable her granddaughter Sophie was and what an asshole Jake had been to hold off meeting her for so long because of his anger at his father and brothers.

Ghost had found Hangman. She had silently knelt beside him, taken his hand in hers, and waited for him to speak the first word. He didn't remember what he said, but they ended up in his truck mindlessly driving on back roads for hours, sometimes chatting, sometimes not, but those silences never felt awkward, and only when they returned to North Island did Hangman's fear of losing her rear its ugly head again, telling him he didn't deserve her, let alone a second chance.

It was those thoughts that consumed him while he and Ghost sat on his couch with alcohol in hand. She had dreaded spending the night alone tonight, and Hangman was more than happy to oblige her request to stay with him for a bit. They were in the middle of watching the 2005 Pride and Prejudice, which she and Juliette adored. It'd even surpassed Ghost's love of The Notebook, and honestly, Hangman could kind of see why. It certainly had a happier ending!

"Okay, Mr. Darcy-" he began, pointing at the TV with his whiskey glass and nearly sloshing the liquid out- "or Noah Calhoun?"

Ghost groaned in despair. "Why would you do this to me?"

"Because I love you." The truth slipped out so casually, but Ghost would never suspect he meant it as anything more than platonic. She had never figured it out after all these years, and Hangman was content with the situation because it let him get his feelings off his chest without any risk of getting his heart well and truly broken by her inevitable rejection.

"That kind of question makes me think you hate me. If I had to choose…" Ghost bit her lip and then took a sip of her Bailey's and whiskey. "Darcy. I'm such a sucker for the brooding type."

"Is that why you fell for Rooster?" Hangman teased, bumping her knee playfully with his.

She glowered at him, but the hint of a smile tugging on her lips took the venom out of it. "We were both in shit emotional states, and he looked a lot better brooding than I did."

Hangman's face fell into one of disagreement. "I hold an informed opinion when I say you look better brooding. This may have to do with me having to watch Bradshaw pine for Juliette from the moment he saw her when we arrived for the training. Don't get me wrong; I get it with their history, but still, annoying to deal with on a daily basis. Especially because those lovesick puppy eyes were involved."

Ghost raised an eyebrow at him. "You staring at Rooster's face a lot?"

"I had to gauge my competition, both for the training detachment and romantically. Bradshaw wears his heart on his sleeve, and you can see whatever he's feeling. From the first night we arrived, he had his eyes set on her. I had history to contend with, and I figured out pretty quickly winning her heart was a lost clause."

"You really liked Juliette, didn't you?" The question came out more of a statement, and Hangman winced at the sound of it. "I knew you had a flirtationship, but I never realized you had genuine feelings for her."

Hangman shrugged to give an air of indifference. "It is what it is. My family isn't exactly lucky in love, except for Matt."

"I've seen the way girls look at you. You could have any girl you want. What gives?"

None of them are you. "Haven't found one I clicked with in a long time," he replied, eyes trained on the amber liquid in his glass before knocking the rest back. "You want more to drink?"

Ghost nodded and followed him to the bar, where he poured their glasses fuller than he should've. He probably didn't need more, considering the strong buzz he currently felt, so Ghost had to be buzzing as well, although if she was, she didn't show it outside of talking more animatedly. She'd always been able to hide her drunkenness well. Sometimes too well.

"Who was the girl you clicked with?" Ghost prodded. "Was it back at the Academy?"

"Yeah, but she didn't feel the same. We shared one drunken kiss, and that was it. I was actually doing it to save her from some creep." Jake bit his tongue, realizing he might've said too much. Ghost would figure out he spoke of her if he said anymore. He had to move past it. "It is what it is. Besides, I'm happily married to my job."

Ghost leaned against the bar on her forearms. "Did I know her?"

"Yeah, you knew her." Hangman hoped his short response would end that topic of conversation.

Ghost had other ideas. "Who was she?"

"I don't see the point in saying it since it's in the past, and telling you now won't change anything about it."

"Well-" Ghost began matter-of-factly- "she missed out, but I think you got it wrong about her not returning the feelings. All the girls at the Academy had a crush on you at some point. Hell, I'm pretty sure a few of the instructors did."

Hangman searched her eyes, and a certain amount of anxiety crept into his heart. She knows. She knows I'm talking about her. But why isn't she saying that aloud? Is Ghost trying to save me from the embarrassment? Or maybe... is she trying to save herself from it? 

Hangman decided to play the game. "All the girls," he echoed, straightening and stepping closer to her. "Does that include yourself?"

Ghost stood but still leaned against the counter. He saw her breathing hitch a little, giving him his answer. "Like I said. All girls had a crush on you at some point."

He took another step toward her, so close now that one deep breath from either of them would cause their chests to touch. "And now?"

Do not start anything! This is a bad idea. Abort mission. Abort! Abort! Abort! The warning bells clanged loudly in his head, but seeing Ghost's eyes drop to his mouth wiped those thoughts from his head in one fell swoop. 

"Jake-"

His name rolling off her tongue broke him. Hangman leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, soft, restrained, and questioning, giving her the opportunity to pull away in case he'd horribly misread the signs. In case he'd overstepped any boundaries.

Ghost hands found their way to his face, gentle but firm. Hangman's willpower caved at the green light she'd granted him, his arms wrapping around her torso to pull her close to him, her soft curves flush against his solid abdomen. He couldn't get enough. Couldn't get enough of the taste of his whiskey on her lips, the smell of her Jo Malone perfume enveloping him, the softness of her hair as one of his hands tangled up in it. 

"Stop." Ghost's quiet voice dragged Hangman out of his euphoria. He leaned back to look at her, wondering what happened, what he had done wrong.

"What is it?" he asked, carefully brushing a stray piece of hair from her face.

Ghost disentangled herself from his arms, leaving him feeling cold and empty. She backed away while shaking her head. "I can't- I can't do this."

"I'm sorry. I- what did I do? Did I misread-" Hangman started reaching out for her but immediately stopped when she stepped back.

"It's not y- I can't do this. We just..."

"What is it?" Hangman inquired, dreading where this was going.

The pained expression on her face only deepened. She opened her mouth but closed it just as fast, searching for the words she wanted. "Why? Why did you leave me?"

He blinked, processing her question, fearing the route he knew they were heading. "What are you talking about?"

"After the accident, when I was clinging to life in sick bay, when I had just lost my best friend, where were you?" Ghost demanded, taking a challenging step toward him, fury temporarily wiping away her sadness. "I died and came back, I waited for you, I asked Coyote where you were, begged God for you to come see me, and you were nowhere to be found. For fuck's sake, even Cyclone and Warlock visited me despite the shit they were dealing with in the aftermath of the accident to see how I was holding up. Phoenix, who I barely knew at the time, came to check on me. Coyote was at my bedside every day and tried to cheer me up even though he was reeling from the loss of his girlfriend, and you-" Ghost's breath hitched- "you were nowhere to be seen. Why?"

Hangman gulped, desperately trying to gain control of his mind and block out the horrific memories and thoughts that plagued him from that time. In a strained voice, he replied, "I thought you didn't want to see me. I thought- I thought you blamed me for the accident."

"Blamed you? Jake, I know Javy told you I wanted to see you. I even asked fucking Cyclone and Warlock to send you, but nothing! Why would I ask for you if I hated you? Why would I defend you in the trial for the accident if I blamed you for it? And I know you avoided me before the trial, how you always managed to disappear before I could reach you from across the room. So, I'm not buying it. There's something else that stopped you. What was it?"

"I- I can't-" Hangman found himself at a loss for words; the images of what he'd seen, of what it reminded him of, rendered him speechless, incapable of defending himself against the barrage of valid fury and hurt Ghost hurled at him. God, he wanted to tell her, to tell her everything, but he couldn't. Hangman couldn't bring himself even to the edge of that long, dark hole of endless despair he'd spiraled into after Ghoul's death. If Hangman did, he was terrified he wouldn't be able to pull himself out again.

"I have never needed anyone in my life," Ghost said, her voice cracking. Tears brimmed her eyes, threatening to cascade down her flushed cheeks. Barely able to get the words out, she whispered hoarsely, "But I needed you then, Jake. When I needed you most, you left me alone. Why?"

I loved you. That's why I couldn't be there. The words lodged in his throat, paralyzing fear taking control of his body.

Ghost scoffed in disgust. "Even after all this time, you still can't tell me. I should've known. Goodbye, Jake."

She turned on her heel, grabbed her purse, and exited his apartment, leaving Hangman rooted to the spot and realizing that goodbye had been final. She'd given him a second chance, and he'd blown it. She handed him the perfect opportunity to explain himself, and like the coward he was, he clammed up. 

The black hole of despair he'd escaped for years finally won as he tumbled back into it.

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Hellsing OC: Eshika Cheema

(Commission by @.爱嘟生活馆 on Bilibili)

A brief introduction of my OC's early life, including her relationship with Walter, though I haven't decided the ending for her.

The format referred to the Hellsing fandom wiki. Thanks to the contributors!

I'm not a native English speaker, so feel free to point out my mistakes here ; )

Early Life

Eshika was born in India in 1944, her parents both serving Mrs. Hellsing's family for long. When Mrs. Hellsing got married with Arthur, young Eshika moved to England with her, and settled in the Hellsing's maison.

When they just arrived, servants in the house often gossiped about the two outsiders behind their backs. The girl, loyal to her hostess, confronted them every time she heard it. Once an argument intensified, and Eshika had to stand against several maids alone. Walter, having just finished his job, returned and called off the farce.

"Why do they respect you, but don't respect us?" said the girl, as she sat on the stairs and watched the young man light a cigarette. "In this house, you have to win respect for yourself," answered Walter. "Then... may I become someone like you?" Walter paused; for the very first time, he looked into the foreign girl's eyes, moist and stubborn. She was outnumbered by enemies but never flinched, for something she wanted to protect... With his heartstring pulled a little, the young butler exhaled smoke and smiled. "Yes, you may."

Later on, Eshika took the training of the Hellsing Organization to become a vampire hunter.

Before the Events of HELLSING

As the Millennium's first recession, Arthur decided to seal Alucard. Walter and Eshika focused more on the internal affairs of Hellsing family, rather than hunting down vampires.

Shortly after giving birth to Integra, Mrs. Hellsing passed away. On her deathbed did she ask Eshika to take care of her daughter. The housekeeper promised to protect Integra with her own life. Then she became Integra's nanny, took care of her in her everyday life, and taught her specific knowledge, like alchemy.

In 1989, Arthur passed away, and entrusted 12-year-old Integra with the Hellsing Organization. Sir Irons suspected his brother Richard would harm Integra and warned Walter in advance, but Walter had already become a secret spy for the Millennium. Instead of stopping Richard, he brought Eshika away from the maison in the excuse of a "date". As a result, Integra released Alucard to save herself. Eshika was guilty to expose the young lady to danger, against her promise to the late hostess. Although she didn't get suspicious of Walter, the incident made their relation unable to go beyond fellowship.

Later on, Walter and Eshika, as the maison's butler and housekeeper, helped Integra run the Hellsing Organization, until the Millennium made its comeback...

TBC.

[sukibenders]

no Edwina is married to an Indian and lives in her hometown in India, free my girl from the inbred prince who’s best characteristic is being “nice”, you losers clinging onto that white man when it’s canon she’s happy living her best life with a desi is sus af, I know what you are

Well, unless it was stated differently in s3 pt 2 (which I haven't seen except for small clips, none of which involve Edwina) then I stick by my point. Mr. Bagwell hasn't even been added or mentioned in the show, if that's who you are referring too (again, haven't seen s3 pt 2). I've shipped Edwina with a variety of characters, whether it be from Eloise to Friedrich or the original guy she marries in the books (who I also headcanon as Desi even if I don't talk about him much on this app) to Marina to even other random ocs, but Friedrich was the just main guy. It was never about race in hindsight but more because I wanted her to be a princess, which she deserves. It's kind of sus that, from all I've posted which was merely just fun headcanons, you thought it was something it wasn't. 🤔

I don't even know why you even came here being rude about a headcanon that, on one spectrum, is purely for enjoyment and on the other, about giving Edwina the respect she deserves (most of the Fredwina fans I interact with give her more development following s2 outside of even mentioning Friedrich, so it's not as if her whole persona is now revolving around this yte man). If you don't ship them, that's fine and, to be honest, I would have even enjoyed to see who you paired her with (because other people I follow sometimes ship her with someone outside the prince as well, not everyone has to like him) until you decide to get hostile and refer to me, and others, as "losers". If you don't even ship them, then why not block the Fredwina tag altogether? I know what you are, apparently.

I get not liking or really caring for Friedrich, as most of his character showwise is very simple and what is added comes from the fandom headcanon itself. You're entitled to that. But don't come to my page and try to write off something that brings me joy and amusement occasionally as something it's not, just because it doesn't suit your fancy. Is there a trope in fandom that happens with placing black and brown women with a yte man, especially in historical pieces, and the many murky, gross things surrounding it? Yes, I can acknowledge that and, in a way, see your apprehension for it in that manner. However, which you would see if you've even looked through my blog especially in regards to Fredwina instead of immediately writing it off, the ship itself does not fall into that trope (most from what I've seen and interacted with, so if you found something else then please share) and many of the Fredwina fans that I know have actively taken the time to display the importance in Edwina's heritage rather than write it off (I also literally have post that call out the show itself for how poorly it handled certain topics like this, so why would I be backing a ship that holds the problems that you so claim? 🤨) Again, if you don't ship them that's fine, but don't try to paint it (and random people you don't know with little evidence) as something it's/they are not. Have a good day.

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Meet Alicia Grace Speedwagon (was Hughes before she married)!

Welcome to my Jojo's OCs!

First up is my Phantom Blood OC, Alicia!

Here's a picture I made on an avatar maker!

And I did write a bio for her, which I used to make the picture.

Name: Alicia Grace Speedwagon (Was Hughes before she married)

Species: Human

Age at the start of Phantom Blood: The same age as Dio, so I think 13.

Height when she’s done growing: 5’6.5

Hair: Dark brown, curly, down to her shoulders. She usually keeps it in a bun when working, but will have it in a half-up style when out on the town. 

Eyes: Ocean blue with forest green flecks throughout. 

Skin: Somewhat pale, but not terribly so. Freckles over the face and down to the shoulders. 

Build: Slender, but fairly strong. Nimble and capable. 

Outfits: Alicia wears a maid outfit when working. When not working, she wears a victorian blouse with a green and brown plaid vest over it as well as a brown skirt with buttons down the front. She has a few other vests and skirts, one set more formal and one more casual set for when she visits Ogre Alley on charity business. When it’s cold, she wears a dark blue cloak with brown fur trim. She also typically wears shin-high boots even while working, with a warmer, fur-lined pair for winter.

Abilities: Has some medical knowledge, but not much. No Hamon abilities whatsoever, though she is curious about it, asking Jonathan all about it. Speedwagon teaches her a little bit of self-defense when she starts going to Ogre Alley.

Personality: Friendly, kind, but not naive. Sharp wit when she wants it, and a good judge of character. Independent and capable. Would do about anything for her friends and loved ones.

Occupation: Maid for the Joestar family. 

Misc: Her father is William Hughes, the Joestar’s cook. She was taught by Mrs. Pendleton, going to the Pendleton house every school-day from about 6 years old to 15 years old, then Dr. Pendleton took his family to India and Mr. Joestar offered her a job as a maid and she accepted. She also starts bringing extra food and blankets from the Joestar estate to Ogre Alley every two weeks. That’s where she meets Robert Speedwagon and he begins to act as her bodyguard, slowly falling for her in the process. She falls for him too along the way.

Hope you guys like her!

Last thing is that the Maid in the Manor tag is for the fanfiction I'm going to post and the Bizarre Adventures of the Secondary Characters is the collection of all these fics. I got one for each part, so stay tuned!

Lemme know what y'all think of her! I'll be making posts of my other OCs, btw.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

Pride and prejudice OCs you say....

Tell me everything 🤩

Your wish is my command, Layne my darling!! I hereby introduce you to the Kaur siblings, Ananya and Rohan!! (And I’m also gonna tag my beloved @oneirataxia-girl since I know she’s a fan of these babies. <3)

Now, Rohan is the older sibling and the next in like for his family’s title and small fortune. His and Ananya’s father is a baron of decent means, who met their mother on a trip to India shortly after he inherited the title from his own father and married her (and would have taken her last name if he could have, but settled for allowing his children to take it instead). Their family isn’t incredibly rich or important, somewhere between the Bennets and the Bingleys in terms of money, but they have a decent-sized estate and some good business contacts that Rohan has been trained to take over since he was only ten years old.

The thing is, though, that Rohan doesn’t want to take over the estate once he gets married - he’s never had a head for business or managing relationships. He’s a bookworm through and through, fascinated with history and the pursuit of knowledge itself, and he’d much rather be holed up in the estate’s library all day with his nose in any informational text he can get his hands on than dealing with a bunch of stodgy old nobleman. And as much as his father loves him and wishes he could let him fulfill his dream of being a historian, Rohan is his only son, and his sister has no more of a head for business than he does, so unless he manages to marry a woman capable of running the estate, it’s going to be up to Rohan to keep things going.

Rohan, understandably, is incredibly upset about the whole situation, especially because he doesn’t ever really intend to marry (due to the fact that he is not interested in women at all and is, unfortunately, not allowed to marry another man). But when his parents make the decision to move their estate to Hertfordshire, wanting a bit of a quieter life as they get older, Rohan finds the perfect solution in one Elizabeth Bennet. He and Lizzie become fast friends after meeting, bonded by their love of reading and knowledge in general, and it also doesn’t take Rohan long to notice that Lizzie and his little sister seem to be taking a particular interest in one another - the same kind of interest he and Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy have been taking in each other at the same time. And as luck would have it, Ananya seems to get along splendidly with Mr. Darcy as well, despite their vastly different personalities.

This whole turn of events leads Rohan to think of a (in his opinion, anyway) genius plan: he will marry Elizabeth and Ananya will marry Mr. Darcy. That way, he can leave the running of his family’s estate up to Lizzie, who has much more of a talent for running things than he does, Lizzie’s family will get a better life since Lizzie has married into nobility, and to top it all off, their little group of four will all be able to spend time with their respective lovers with little fear of having to keep a secret and absolutely no jealousy. It’s a bit of a crazy plan, he knows (and Darcy makes it very clear that he thinks so), but still a good one, and so the four of them go along with it. And so Rohan winds up married to his best friend while having nightly rendezvous with the man he loves and that his wife used to hate, while his beloved little sister does the same thing, just in reverse.

And speaking of little sister, let’s talk about Ananya!! She is a genuine ray of sunshine, almost always smiling and letting out the sweetest little giggle every time someone says something she finds funny. She is also decidedly her and Rohan’s mother’s favorite child, a fact which the woman would never admit and that Ananya would never hold over Rohan’s head, but it’s true nonetheless; for the most part, she has always been a perfect little proper lady who needed little training on matters of etiquette and manners, and her mother adores her for that.

But there is still that for the most part, and it lies in the fact that Ananya loves to get dirty in the garden. Despite the fact that her family does have a gardener on staff, she’s basically in charge of the garden both at their estate in the city and in Hertfordshire, and if anyone ever can’t find her in the house it’s a pretty safe bet that she can be found in the garden, soiling the knees of one of her day dresses with her hands shoved into the soil. It drives her mother just a little bit crazy, but she also doesn’t really do too much about it considering the floral arrangements Ananya puts together for the house always get positive comments from visitors.

Still, the countess always tells her daughter, she won’t be able to garden forever once she gets married - which Ananya doesn’t want to do, really, for very similar reasons to her older brother. When the family moves to Hertfordshire and she meets Lizzie Bennet, of course, she very much reconsiders that, and it breaks her heart every time she has to remind herself that she can never marry the person she truly loves.

Of course, Ananya then strikes up a truly unexpected friendship with Fitzwilliam Darcy - they are very much a sunshine/sunshine protector friendship - whose estate has an amazing garden, and Rohan eventually proposes his plan for he and Ananya to marry their friends and meet up with their lovers in secret. Ananya is head over heels in love with Lizzie, with her witty remarks and bright smiles that she seems to reserve specifically for Ananya, so of course she agrees to Rohan’s scheme and accepts Darcy’s proposal of marriage - especially because it will make her parents happy, and especially because Darcy agrees to give her full control over the estate’s garden and she enjoys proving her mother wrong that little bit.

Anyways, those are my two Pride & Prejudice babies!! I will make a proper intro post for them at some point, but for now feel free to ask more questions about them if you want to!!

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Exosis (Music OCs): Viola Wilbur (2014)

The lead singer and frontwoman of 'Exosis', Viola is an open book, if that book were an encyclopaedia, preferring to dress in blue, Vi is often cool, calm and collected.

"Me and my band would like to talk to you."

Name

Full Legal Name: Carina Violante Wilbur (Née Busto) First Name: Carina Meaning: Late Latin name derived from 'Cara' meaning 'Dear, Beloved' Pronunciation: ka-REE-na Origin: English, Portuguese, Spanish, German, Late Roman Middle Name: Violante Meaning: Latin form of 'Yolanda', which is from the medieval French 'Yolande', which was probably a form of the name 'Violante', which was itself a derivative of Latin 'Viola' 'Violet' Pronunciation: vee-o-LAN-teh Origin: Late Roman, Italian Surname: Wilbur (Née Busto) Meaning: From the nickname 'Wildbor' meaning 'Wild boar' in Middle English (Busto: From the name of towns in Spain and Italy, derived from Late Latin 'Bustum' meaning 'Ox Pasture' Pronunciation: WIL-ber (BOOS-to) Origin: English (Spanish, Italian) Aliases: Carina Busto, Viola Wilbur Nicknames: Cari, Rina, Rin, Arin, Ari, Lante, Lan, Viola, Vi Titles: Miss, Mrs

Characteristics

Age: 36 Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns Race: Human Nationality: American Ethnicity: African-American - Kenyan Birth Date: 26th June 1978 Sexuality: Lesbian Religion: Christian Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese Relationship Status: Married Astrological Sign: Cancer Face Claim(s): Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badu, Alicia Keys, Rihanna, Gabrielle Union, Willow Smith, India Arie, Esperanza Spalding

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Del Mar, San Diego County, California, USA Current Location: 'On Tour'

Appearance

Height: 5'5" / 166 cm Weight: 140 lbs / 63 kg Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Hair Dye: None Body Hair: N/A Facial Hair: N/A Tattoos: 1 (A line of 10 small white stars going down her spine) Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both), Septum Scars: None Clothing Style: Mainly Blues, dresses, skirts, highly feminine

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed Medications: None Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Exosis Friends: Winona Tomahawk, Duke McManus, Lita McManus Enemies: None Noted Yet Mentor: None Significant Other: Amethyst Wilbur (35, Wife) Previous Partners: None of Note Parents: Magnus Busto (57, Father), Olivia Busto (58, Mother, Née Lobo) Parents-In-Law: Barnabas Wilbur (56, Father-In-Law), Indigo Wilbur (59, Mother-In-Law, Née Padmore) Siblings: Regina Busto (33, Sister), Rosalia Busto (30, Sister), Serena Busto (27, Sister) Siblings-In-Law: Iris Wilbur (32, Amethyst's Sister), Lavender Wilbur (29, Amethyst's Sister), Lilac Wilbur (26, Amethyst's Sister), Prince Wilbur (23, Amethyst's Brother) Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Bartender & Barista Tropes: (These are purely theoretical for how I would write her)

Beautiful Singing Voice: The reason she is the lead singer of Exosis

Colour-Coded For Your Convenience: Usually dresses in Blue

Know-Nothing Know-It-All: At times

The Leader: as the frontwoman

Throwback Threads: Viola prefers to wears 70s and 80s style outfits to perform

Trademark Favourite Food: Pizza (Specifically Deep-dish peperoni)

-Design to come in group pic-

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