#Lucille Laurent

[morgane0311]

Lucille Laurent belong to @charlie-thevictorianartofmisery

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Layla, a short film by Oscar Baron, Diego H. Blanco, Emma Ferréol, Rachel Gitlevich, Lucille Reynaud, Narda Rodriguez

[postersscreenplays]

Anyone see the Mozart L'Opéra Rock production touring China?

any opinions??? reviews???

[movienized-com]

Her Deadly Night in Paris

Her Deadly Night in Paris (2023) #LaneShefterBishop #ShifraZuckerman #CharlyDo #LaurentMaurel #LucileJaillant #ElisaSergent Mehr auf:

From Paris with Danger Jahr: 2023 Genre: Krimi / Drama / Thriller Regie: Lane Shefter Bishop Hauptrollen: Shifra Zuckerman, Charly Do, Laurent Maurel, Lucile Jaillant, Elisa Sergent, Harry Burton, Raphaël Mars, Aron von Andrian, Michael Amiar, Nanou Harry, Jacques Ross, Augustin Guibert … Filmbeschreibung: Eine amerikanische Austauschstudentin in Paris verliebt sich in den gutaussehenden Sohn…

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH L

MASCULINE︰ lachlan. laird. lake. lamar. lambert. lamont. lance. landen. landon. landry. landyn. lane. lanford. langston. lanny. larry. laurence. lavern. laverne. lawrence. lawson. layne. layton. laz. leandro. ledger. lee. legacy. legend. leighton. leith. leland. len. lenard. lennie. lennon. lennox. lenny. lenox. leo. leon. leonard. leonardo. leonel. leonidas. leopold. leroi. leroy. les. lesley. leslie. lester. letter. lev. levi. levon. lew. lewin. lewis. lex. leyton. liam. lincoln. linford. link. linton. linus. linwood. lionel. liu. lloyd. logan. london. loren. lorenzo. lorin. lorn. lorne. lorrin. lou. louie. louis. lovel. lovell. lowell. loyal. loyd. luca. lucas. lucca. lucian. luciano. lucius. lucky. luis. luka. lukas. luke. luther. lyall. lyle. lyndon. lynn. lynton. lynwood. lyric.

FEMININE︰ laila. lainey. lakelynn. lana. laney. lara. laura. laurel. lauren. layla. laylanni. leah. leandra. leanna. leena. legacy. leia. leighton. leila. leilani. lena. lennon. lennox. leona. leslie. letter. lexi. lexie. leya. leyla. lia. liana. libby. liberty. lila. lilah. lilian. liliana. lilianna. lilith. lillian. lilliana. lillie. lilly. lily. lina. lindsey. lisa. liv. logan. lola. london. londyn. lonnie. loralai. lorelai. lorelei. louisa. louise. lucia. luciana. lucille. lucy. luisa. luna. lyanna. lydia. lyla. lylah. lynnette. lyra. lyric.

NEUTRAL︰ labyrinth. lace. lacy. lai. laiken. laine. lake. laken. lali. lam. lamar. lamp. lance. landry. landyn. lane. lang. lark. larkin. latch. lau. laurel. laurence. laurent. lavan. lave. lavender. lavey. lawan. lawin. layken. layne. layton. lazarus. le. leaf. leather. ledger. lee. left. legaci. legacy. legend. lei. leigh. leighton. leis. leith. lek. lemar. len. leni. lennie. lennon. lennox. lenny. lenox. leo. leon. leone. lesley. leslie. less. letter. levi. levian. levy. lex. lexi. lexington. leyton. li. liam. lian. liann. liberty. lie. liel. life. lilac. lille. lilo. lily. limit. lin. linae. lind. linde. linden. lindi. ling. lingxi. link. linn. linux. lio. lione. lior. lithium. liyan. lo. lock. logan. logic. lois. lok. loki. lolan. london. lone. lonnie. loose. loren. lorin. lost. lotus. lou. loui. louie. louis. love. loyal. loyalty. luca. lucca. lucid. lucka. lucky. ludo. lue. lui. luka. lull. lumi. lumière. lunar. lune. lurch. lurk. luscious. lutfi. lux. ly. lykke. lyn. lyndon. lynn. lynx. lyre. lyric. lyrik. lý.

[feathermushroom]

Yep i will make names for the genderswap version of my ocs, yes Joy au got me

Lucille Gauss -> Louis Gauss

Evan Laurent -> Evelyn Laurent

Marrie Dubois -> Mathieu Dubois

Cheryl Kermitt -> Charlie Kermitt

Lizzie Afton -> Liam Stone

Hellen Peachman -> Helmer Sverchzt

Blossom Peachman -> Blake Sverchzt

I may edit later

[paintedbirdriver-blog]

Hi everyone :D! I have OCs fanart ^^!!!!

I never finish any of my drawings but i think that i should publish this :D! As a OCs creator I know how it feels to have fanart of your character so here you go :D!!!!!!!!!!

Originals Characters in order:

Lucille Laurent by Pagan-lovesong

Garnece Wolf by whoops-ahaha¿?¿?¿?¿?¿ (Sorry pal I dont know your name :c)

Christoph Schneider by sebwayboi

Christophs story "The Blond Boy" also by sebwayboi (Or at least I think so xd)

Morgane by Morgane

[artistesoiree]

Nightfall in Sunridge Ranch

Chapter 1

{'70s Jack Daniels x Fem!OC)

Chapter 2

Rating: Mature Warnings: Mentions of blood and draining blood (she's a vampire, I feel it's a given), drug mention, mc is a bit eerie and her thoughts can be a bit troubling, Likely incorrect things about the 70s and Paris, France, as I was born in '02 and haven't been outside the PNW since I was born, Jack's too suave for his own good and probably shouldn't flirt with vampires, I hope he isn't OOC? Veronica's maker is interesting…(and is named after my favorite IWTV character) but I'll get into that in later chapters, takes place in the late 70s in a made-up Texan town WC: 3.8k

A/N:

Howdy, y'all! I wanted to write this because I've been recently inspired to begin writing again. I was inspired by Interview with the Vampire, 70s Texas, little bit of Ethel Cains Album Preachers Daughter, and my own OCs. The writing might be rough, but I'm proud of it. It's told in the first-person POV, and I hope you guys like Veronica as much as I do. She's a wreck and a weirdo .Oh, and the introduction was inspired by the beginning of The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice.

headers by @/saradika

I am Veronica Sharpe. I am a vampire who stands six feet tall. I have been blessed with my mother's black curls and my father's family's white streak in it. I have my mother's pale complexion, cheekbones, plush lips, and aquiline nose. I have my father's slender green eyes. My father gave me his height, while my mother gave me the gift of a body with feminine curves. Over the years, while I have maintained my feminine body, I have gained muscle, which has dramatically complimented my figure. I am a strong woman. I am proud of that.

I was only twenty-one when I was turned in the year 1904. I lived in Paris, France, and several lovers sought my hand. One of them was my maker, Armand Sharpe. He was a tall man with a fine figure, and he loved his beautiful clothes and long silk like red hair. He collected art pieces and hung them in his home. He had found me painting in the Jardin des Plantes and asked kindly if he could buy one of my paintings. Armand loved his beautiful women; I was flattered to be one of them. 

He always talked about how I should be grateful that I remain eternally beautiful, that I will never age like most women, and that my youthful beauty will never leave. He always seemed too proud of it. And I am grateful, his beauty is like mine, eternal.

Although I am thankful that I remember my mother, father, and sister, Armand, when we first met, had made it possible for me to have photographs of my family. While I don’t remember my family name, I remember their names. My mother was named Estelle, and my father was Laurent, and my sister was Lucille. But sadly, I don’t know the name my mother gave me when I was born. I expressed my discomfort with not remembering my name to Armand, and he thought of a name for a moment until he told me that my name must be Véronique. It is a beautiful name, a one I deserve.

As time passed, my name changed from Véronique to Veronica. This transition came in ‘64 when a waitress misheard my name and called me Veronica in a thick southern California accent. She was a lovely gal. She was a Barbie blonde wearing a baby blue uniform, which suited her tanned skin tone. Her hair was styled like Farrah Fawcett's and smelled like Adorn Self-Styling Hair Spray. Veronica stuck. The transition was freeing from the name my maker and husband had given me. The name Armand would use to beckon me to his room was the name he would call with desire. 

I am very thankful to the waitress at that Los Angeles diner a couple of years ago; she gave me a new name, and may never know what it meant to me. I am sure Armand felt the same way, it is a gift to give a name to someone.

As I make my way along the winding Interstate 10 in Texas, the sky is painted with the last hues of the sunset, giving way to the emergence of countless stars. The radio fills the car interior with the nostalgic melody of John Denver's "Take Me Home, Country Roads." This song has been the background to my travels for the past couple years. With my hand resting on the smooth, black leather steering wheel of my 1964 Ford Mustang, I tap my fingers in time to the music. The car, painted a deep raven black, seems to blend seamlessly with the night. Despite the darkness, I wear my circular black sunglasses with their delicate silver frame. It might strike some as odd to wear sunglasses at night, but I do so to conceal my naturally eerie and unnerving green eyes, a feature that has often drawn unnerving attention. 

I’ve never understood why they were unnerving. They’re my eyes; they’ve been green since childhood. Is there something I’m missing? Green is the color of the earth, why must I have to cover my beauty.

The fuel gauge on my dashboard is hovering dangerously close to empty, and as I glance out the window, a highway sign catches my eye. It reads, ‘Visit Sunridge Ranch, Texas! The Cowboy Capital of the USA!’ I find myself humming in response, realizing that not only do I need to refuel, but it might also be a good idea to find a place to stay for the night. The sun will rise soon, and although I won't burst into flames like in fiction, its rays will still leave me with a nasty sunburn, turning my pale skin red. It’s embarrassing. Armand would scold me like a child when I would come home red. As my husband, he often acted like a father, not my own. Oh no, he decided my father wasn't useful and took him away from me.

As I made my way into town, I was struck by its quaint charm and the subtle nods to its cowboy past. Before heading to the nearby motel, I decided to fill up my car with gas. As I approach the motel, I couldn't help but notice the small sign featuring a cowgirl riding a horse and the name "Desert Ranch Motel." It seems like a beautiful place to spend a day. The sign advertised a pool I plan to enjoy once the sun had set.

I hear the soft jingle of a bell as I push open the heavy wooden door to the front desk. Standing behind the counter is a woman who seems out of place in this ordinary setting. Her immaculate appearance and bored expression tell me she'd rather be anywhere else. I glimpse her name tag and see "Barbara" etched onto it. 

"Welcome to the Desert Ranch Motel, where the Old West meets comfort," she recites in a dry, monotone voice. "What kind of room are you looking for?"

The weirdest thing is that Barbara jumps when she looks up at me and tries to act as if she hadn't jumped. Am I creepy? Surely it cannot be my eyes, they cannot be creepy in this light. Was it my staring? My eyes burning into her.

As she asked if I was interested in the suite, I responded, "I will take the suite." I respond, there is nothing fancy about the way I said it. It was monotone. Following my response, she picked up the check-in book to check for its availability, or at least that's what I assumed she was doing.

"Sure... that'll be no problem," she says, keeping her pretty blue eyes on my figure as she checks the lodging book. That will be 15 dollars for the day," Barbara says uncertainly as I hand her the cash. She carefully notes my name in the lodging book and gracefully passes me the key. "The room is 28B. I hope you have a pleasant stay, ma'am," she says.

The prominent feature of the chain is a weathered cowboy pendant suspended from it, effortlessly enhancing the town's rustic charm and Western essence. I wonder who made it; it looks like an artist had a hand in making it. 

As I make my way down the hallway to 28B, the weight of my luggage is a reassuring reminder of the countless times I've journeyed down this similar hallway. I navigate the stairs quickly. Arriving at the end of the hallway, I reach for the doorknob and swing the door open. A smile spreads as I take in the view before me.

The wooden door creaks open as I enter the room, unveiling a spacious living area. The room features a sunken seating area adorned with vibrant patterned cushions encircling a central sunken pit that could double as a fire pit. The brick fireplace is the main focus, making everything warm and comfortable. 

Large windows flood the space with natural light, offering picturesque views of the pool outside. The high ceiling is adorned with several elegant hanging lights that glow warmly throughout the room. The inviting atmosphere makes it a pretty space to spend time and relax.

Behind the conversation pit, the bed steals the attention, decorated with a striking orange comforter and decorative pillows. The bedframe and nightstands complement each other, showcasing a matching wood. The clock on the nightstand displayed 3:02 am, signaling the impending arrival of dawn. Hungry from my long drive from San Antonio, I couldn't ignore the persistent itch of blood thirst at the back of my throat. As the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, I felt the familiar hunger gnawing at my insides. It is different from a human's regular hunger pains; my stomach feels as if it’s going to turn inside out, and I might die. 

The craving for blood pounded through me, and I know I couldn't ignore it much longer. But living in this arid, desolate town presented a challenge—no nearby life sources could quench my thirst. Then it hit me: In such a deserted town, there is an option: to search for the presence of rats. Although I don't like the taste of rat blood, it satisfies my thirst for blood. Or perhaps the local diner could provide a solution. I could order a rare steak and let its rich blood juices satiate my hunger for the night. I always thrived while killing; there is something so satisfying about that iron-rich liquid spilling down my throat.

As I leave the dimly lit motel room, I check that my purse is securely slung over my shoulder. I mentally record the contents within—my wallet holding a substantial amount of cash, my ID, and the all-important hotel room key. Opening it, I make sure that my favorite perfume is safely nestled among the other items. Knowing I'll smell good despite the bloodbath I’m going to put myself through does put a smile on my face. 

I stroll across the road from the motel to The Kingsman Diner, relieved to see that it is open 24 hours a day. Knowing that no matter what time, I can always find a warm meal here is a comfort. Approaching the front door, I couldn't help but notice a small cluster of mice scurrying around towards the back of the diner.

Sneaking towards the back of the restaurant, I quickly grab a mouse and sink my fangs into its body. Draining the blood from it and tossing it into the garbage. I continue doing this to a few more mice, draining and tossing.  It is not human, but it will do for the night. I need to drink multiple in order to feel fine.

Lost in my bloodthirst, I fail to notice the creak of the back door swinging open. Suddenly, a gruff and low voice startles me from behind.

"Darlin, what are you doin’ near my garbage?" The man asks, and I freeze, realizing someone had caught me. I feel my heart racing as I quickly toss the mouse into the garbage and turned to face him. There was a little blood on my chin, and my hands are stained from the unsuccessful attempt to clean up the mess.

What am I doing? Did Armand’s lessons in cleanliness and manners exit my brain the first moment I stepped foot on American soil? I should vanish now. Wipe his memory, he never saw me.

But as I answered, "Nothing," he gave me a questioning look, and I’m grateful for the overhead light illuminating his face. He was very handsome, with a man in his forties with a strong, tall frame, warm brown eyes, and a mop of dark brown, short hair. A well-groomed mustache adorned his upper lip, adding to his cowboy appeal. He stood before me in well-worn jeans cinched with a leather belt, an apron over his chest, and a vibrant blue flannel shirt. He held a black Stetson cowboy hat in his hand, completing the look of a true cowboy. God, he has kind eyes, clean-shaven eyes, and a beautiful smile. And a confident swagger to him, Armand never really had that sort of confidence or swagger. He was quiet and foreboding. 

"Why do you have blood on your hands and chin there, Darlin?" The man asks, squinting his eyes and furrowing his brow as if trying to assess my appearance. My mind races as I desperately tried to come up with some sort of plausible excuse. "Were you drainin’ those rats?"

I stammer nervously in response, causing his brows to furrow even deeper. "I, uh, yes...?" I admit, my voice trembling slightly. "I may have taken ecstasy in my motel room. It seemed like a good idea at the time. In the past I loved to drink the blood on ecstasy, it feels lovely."

"Why in the world would drinkin’ rat blood even cross your mind as a good idea?" the handsome man asks, leaving me speechless. Incompetent to conjure a coherent response, I found myself unable to answer him. How about we forget this ever happened, and I whip up something to satisfy that hunger of yours?"

I nod eagerly, awaiting his following words. "What are ya in the mood for?"

"Can you make mashed potatoes and a rare steak? It's been far too long since I've had a meal like that, not since I left San Antonio," I tell him, wiping the extra blood on the sleeve of my black blouse. It won’t be seen anyway. His face cringes for a moment as I do that. God, he needs to stop staring at me.

As the man mulls over my request briefly, he gently scratches his chin and nodded in agreement. "Come on in. Why don't ya take a seat at the counter," he offered as we entered the cozy diner. "Maybe after you freshen up a bit..."

Pausing, I glance down at my hands and suddenly became conscious of my messy appearance. The fancy clothes I bought for myself have blood splatters on me, and my hair is nowhere near presentable. I should’ve washed up in my motel room. 

"Oh, excuse me, where can I find the restroom?" I ask, and he gestures towards the doors at the back of the diner, clearly marked 'Men' and 'Women.' 

"I'll be back. I'm sorry you had to see that, handsome stranger," I say to him with a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood. His chuckle is a welcome sound as my eyes wander up and down, finally landing on the name tag labeled ‘Jack’' "Jack, a handsome name for a handsome man," I remark, a twinkle in my eye, nervously laughing. Has it been this long since I’ve been around a man? He must think I'm an idiot. 

Jack’s chuckle resonates through the room, carrying a warmth that seems to surround the entire room. "Not a problem, darlin'," he says in a soothing, reassuring tone, his words comforting to my ears. He flashed a kind and friendly grin, and as he did, the well-earned wrinkles around his eyes deepened, adding character to his face. A rush of heat floods my cheeks, betraying the blush that crept up in response to his gaze. Sensing my reaction, he arched an eyebrow ever so slightly, his eyes shining with a knowing glint. 

Dieu qu'il est beau. (god he is handsome)

“I will be right back, Mr. Jack,” I chuckle nervously before heading toward the restroom. Mr. Jack?! Why would I call him that? Also, I says I would be back not even a minute before. Must I repeat myself like a babbling imbecile?!

I quickly went to the restroom, but the encounter was still fresh in my mind. As I stand in front of the mirror, I meticulously wash away the stains from my face and hands, taking care to remove every trace of the blood. It's hard to believe that my first impression of this rugged man was being covered in blood. I can't help but wonder what  Armand must think of me. I did always turn to him for advice. He was always a posed man; he would get angry when I wasn’t. 

But I do not remember even doing anything that vastly embarrassing with him. Did I do something wrong when I was with him? Have I always been this way, and he was helping me? Should I have not left him? I cannot act like a lady around a handsome man who saw me draining mice near his garbage. Well, not that it is a ladylike thing to do, but there are nicer ways of satisfying my thirst. But fuck being ladylike, Armand would use that word so often I never liked it.

Wait, that businessman wanted to get with me at that party in ‘71. Why am I realizing this now?  Have I always been this aloof? I need to do better.

“Bloody lady, ya doin’ alright?” I hear Mr. Jack from just outside the door, “You’ve been in there for twenty minutes or so,” 

“Sorry, I got lost in thought. I’ll be out in a minute!” I reply, and my cheeks redden due to my embarrassment. Splashing water on my face, I walk out of the restroom with a slightly embarrassed smile, rocking on my heels momentarily. “Sorry about that, it’s been a long day.” 

Mr. Jack chuckles again, “‘s alright, darlin’ you not from ‘round here, aintcha?” He asks as I sit down at the counter where he’s prepared my food. God, it looks delicious. Staring at him, a little confused, he smiles again. “You ain’t got an accent like us, ya almost sound European.”

“No, I’m not from around here. I was born in Paris, but I’ve been traveling alone for a while,” I reply, grabbing the fork he’s set out for me. He tilts his head, confused.

“Ya look lil young to be travelin’ for a while,”

“M-My…uhh-” I begin trying to find a good excuse: “My family ages well. I am in my thirties,” Okay, that’s not a bad excuse, and it’s true I do not age. Thanks, Armand; one of the only good things about this gift he gave me. He still deserves to die, though. 

"Well, I’ll be damned ya do look good, sugar,” Jack tells me with a suave smile on his face, “that white streak in ya hair is real pretty too, them eyes of yours are real pretty too. I always liked green eyes on ladies,” 

“Why thank you, Jack. You sure know how to make a lady blush,” I giggle momentarily, hiding my face behind my hand, and while taking a bite of the steak he made me, and god if it isn’t delicious. That cowboy sure knows how to make a meal. 

He and I both chat for a while and continue eating the meal he had prepared. He pauses for a moment before asking, “You says you were born in Paris, that meanin you french?” 

“I suppose?” I reply, thinking for a moment. “I grew up there, my parents were born there too. But I have not been there for good while, I am losing my accent.” 

“Clearly, you barely sound French anymore, sugar. Are you still speakin’ the language?” he asks, and I nod with a bright smile.

“Oui, j'aime toujours cette langue,” I say, and his eyebrows raise. Is he impressed? “I say, yes, I still love the language.” 

Jack chuckles as he takes my empty plate and cleans it quickly while I wait at the counter. Should I wait for him to come back? Or should I leave? This feels weird. My legs begin to sway underneath the counter, waiting for him to come back, my chin resting on the backs of my hands. 

He comes back a couple of minutes later, and I've been looking around the diner, taking in the details of it all. It’s a very cozy diner. The warm lighting adds to that. If I lived here, I would be a regular, I know it. 

“How long you in town sugar?” He asks, snapping me out of my daydream. 

“As long as I want, I tend to keep myself in different towns for a few days before leaving. But I can stay in a spot for months if I’d like. Why do you ask?”

“I wanna offer you a job, if you’d like it. It would be watiressin’ but it pays good with tips.”

My eyes widen for a moment. Is he serious? His expression says he isn’t; extra cash would be nice. I have been running out of it since I left France and stole an excellent sum of Armand’s fortune. It would be nice to stay in one spot long and not be on the run. He also did find me with blood all over me. Why is he offering me a job? Did he not find me in the back with blood all over me..he does not have good awareness.

“I like that a lot. It would be nice to have extra money and save up a good sum.” I say to him, and his lips curl into an almost sly smile. He looks too mischievous with that mustache of his, but that is a reason he’s a joy to be around. He is much better than Armand, so much better.

“Sounds like a plan darlin’ let me get ya the uniform,” He tells me, walking to a closet in the back and coming back with two things, a red dress, it has short sleeves and seems that it would end at my knees. What’s in his other hand is an apron, simple enough. “Here’s the uniform, keep your hair in a bun and simple earrings. You got shoes that could go with it?”

Pausing, I think back to the clothes in my luggage, more specifically, the shoes I’ve been carrying with me. There are a couple of options, and others that would never work for that uniform.

“Would a pair of red-heeled sandals work?” I ask, unsure if that’s what he is asking for. 

“I believe they would darlin’. You can wear those with the uniform. Have you ever waitressed before?”

“When I was in Paris, I worked briefly for a cafe. Is this similar to that?”

“You’ll do great sugar. Now go get some rest and I’ll see you here at 2pm okay?” He asks, and I nod quickly, my arms gathering the uniform he handed me in my arms. 

When I leave the diner, the sky is empty; spare it for the stars sprinkling in the sky. This town is eerily quiet. Paris was loud, and so was Los Angeles. I like quiet; I've always liked quiet. Maybe I should stay here. Until Armand uses his fledglings to find me again, then I will run. I do miss him, the chase is more fun knowing he misses me. But for now, I will stay. 

I hope y'all enjoyed it! I do plan to have more chapters, as this is just the beginning; I've got a bunch planned!

Taglist: @morallyinept @604to647

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WELCOME TO THE INSANE CHARACTER TOURNAMENT

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Dr. Franken Stein (Soul Eater) VS Tyrian Callows (RWBY)

Samarie (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina) VS Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Cersei Lannister (A Song of Ice and Fire) VS Lee Dongsik (Beyond Evil)

Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader (Star Wars) VS Rebecca Bunch (Crazy Ex-girlfriend)

John Kramer (Saw) VS The Mad Hatter (Alice in Wonderland)

Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Komaeda Nagito (Danganronpa 2)

The Master (Doctor Who) VS Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

Gollum (Lord of the Rings) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH IV

Roman Roy (Succession) VS Jack (The Shining)

Round 1-C matches:

Jinx (Arcane) VS Niki Sanders / Jessica Sanders (Heroes)

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne) VS Professor Henry Hidgens (Hatchetfield)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein) VS Cicero (Skyrim)

Renfield (Dracula) VS Dr. Gregory House (House MD)

Tim Drake (DC) VS Ultra Violet (Lego Ninjago)

Donatello Hamato (ROTTMNT) VS Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune)

The Ice King (Adventure Time) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH V

Villanelle (Killing Eve) VS Kira Yoshikage (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Max (Sam and Max) VS Loki (The Mechanisms)

Darcy (Amphibia) VS Cheryl Tunt (Archer)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Dr. Baxter Stockman (TMNT 2003)

Izzy (Total Drama) VS Alfred Drevis (Mad Father)

Michael Distortion (The Magnus Archives) VS Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche)

Doomguy (Doom) VS Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous)

Ben Chang (Community) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VI

Fëanor (The Silmarillion) VS Ryuki (AI: The Somnium Files)

Round 1-D matches:

Eliot Cardale / Eli Ever (Villains Duology) VS Knives Millions (Trigun)

Denji (Chainsaw Man) VS Bubby (Half Life: VR but the AI is Self Aware)

Tsukishima Hajime (Golden Kamuy) VS Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate)

Hannibal Lecter (NBC Hannibal) VS Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

Johnny C. (Johnny The Homicidal Maniac) VS Leopold Fitz (Marvel)

Midori (Your Turn To Die) VS Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Pugsley Addams (The Addams Family) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VII

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas (1974)) VS Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Goro Akechi (Persona 5) VS Fintan Pyren (Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Galahad (The Mechanisms) VS Alexander Hilbert (Wolf 359)

Armand (Interview with the Vampire) VS Spinel (Steven Universe)

Jīn Guāngyáo (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed)) VS Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia)

Morgana Pendragon (BBC Merlin) VS Nikolai Gogol (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Harley Quinn (DC) VS Xue Yang (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed))

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan) VS WINNER PRE-MATCH VIII

Chat Blanc (Miraculous) VS Volo (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

But first, we'll have the pre-match rounds that will determine if any of the following characters that almost didn't survive the cut will manage to secure a spot in the competition! They are as follows:

PRE-MATCH I: Caleb (Blood (1997)) VS Tuco Salamanca (Better Call Saul)

PRE-MATCH II: Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony) VS Amy Kirio (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)

PRE-MATCH III: Magic Man (Adventure Time) VS Mindbender (GI Joe Renegades)

PRE-MATCH IV: Jevil (Deltarune) VS Midari Ikishima (Kakegurui)

PRE-MATCH V: Dennis Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia) VS Eddie Gluskin (Outlast)

PRE-MATCH VI: Vanilla Ice (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Roberto (Futurama)

PRE-MATCH VII: Jonathan Crane / The Scarecrow (DC) VS Annie Wilkes (Misery)

PRE-MATCH VIII: Ben Linus (Lost) VS Kristoph Gavin (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney)

[malevolent-margrave]

history nerd goth finds tllh, makes gothic oc, returns to dark castle hisssssssssssss

lucille laurent!!!! please excuse my dookie handwriting you can ask for a translation i won’t be offended :D

edit: THE QUALITY HELLO??????

[liviavanrouge]

OBSWD Oc

Sarafina

Gender: Female

Age: ???

Rank: Avatar of Friendship

Pet/Familiar: Seashell the bunny

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Love interest: LuciferBoyfriend/Husband), Simeon(Formerly)

Daughter(s): Lilith, Peony, Angel, Mizuki, Marianna, Judy, Juana, Ksenia's, Lucille

Son(s): Sage, Akio, Jay, Scamp, Diego, Junior, Jacob

Adopted daughter: Amanda

Adopted son: Luke, Andrew

Family:

Mother: ???

Father: Laurent

"Older Brother": Michael

Older sister: Parisa

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Personality: Sarafina has a motherly personality, she loves to take care of Lucifer and the brothers, always scolding them or getting them to stop doing stupid stuff. She is a sweetheart and rarely gets angry with any of the brothers or the exchange students. Asmo stated because of her personality she’s the only person capable of stopping Lucifer and his punishments, but will let certain ones slide when she agrees with them. Since she acts so motherly, she always offers to help the brothers or the exchange students with homework, even going as far as to protect them from Lucifer. Due to her being the avatar of friendship she can only get mad for a minute then she goes back to being a sweetheart.

When she truly gets mad she becomes a formidable foe, that demons do not wish to mess with. She only truly gets mad whenever Lucifer and his brothers are threatened even though they're such high ranked demons. She tends to loose control of her emotions when truly angered.

Appearance: Sarafina is about up to Lucifer’s shoulder, which he sometimes teases her about it. She has dark green hair that fades down into a pinkish purple, but her nails are the same pinkish purple her hair is. Usually outside of RAD, she wears a plain white shirt with a hoodie over the top, with a red skirt that have short white leggings underneath and black leather heel boots. Her hair is always braided at the end.

Her demon form consists of large pinkish bird like wings with white outlines, along with a long feathery tail, which is stated by many to look like a bird of paradise with how it was, it also kinda makes her a little flustered cause her tail is sensitive when touched.

Her human world look is not that different from her attire back in devildom, but she is seen wearing a pretty crystal blue dress. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail instead of a braid, which Lucifer did himself, saying she should try new styles instead having the same old one. There is a necklace with a Diamond heart at the end around her neck, that says to thump against Sarafinas chest whenever she walks or moves.

Abilities:

Witch: Sarafinas familiar, Seashell, can turn into a fancy white hat Sunhat with bunny ears on top, this allows her access to several witch abilities, but she mainly uses it to take people to a field of beautiful flowers to lower their stress, this works well with Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos when they’re tired from being busy

Demon form: Like all demons Sarafina has a demon forms but her demon form is more like a bird of paradise, so many don’t see it as intimidating when she first transform, but they know the meaning of fear when she ends up attacking them cause Mother Mode kicked in

Mother Mode: Sarafina can access this side of her when one of her “children” or children, are in danger and/or are being picked on. This side tends to power her speed and strength, making her normally weak punches stronger then they were before

Freeze Screech: A banshee like scream is Sarafinas way of using her ability. She is able to freeze up to twelve people with this screech, choosing who she wants frozen and who she doesn’t. This was first shown, when Sarafina screeched upon finding out Belphie was locked away, and froze all the boys except for Elu, Nessie, Nadia, Belphie and Beelzebub.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress

[morgane0311]

Morgane and Lucille ( @ernest-eyeliner-eater ’s oc)

[fervency-if]

A Bucket of Full Names

Aubrey Marlowe Carmel

Narciso Laurent Dela Nougerede

Vesa Emina Marsela Rice

Francesco Ernest Salvatore Bianchi-Sweetbriar

Elisabeth 'Bess' Victoria Cosette

Maryam Annabelle Aisling

Tristan Bryars Elias Tamarisk

Roswhen Pascal Acer

Elan Benjamin Vega

And of course...

Lucille Celestina. No surname.

[multifandotakugirl]

The Prankster

Alice Jane "AJ" Wilson Amber Corbin Anastasia "Ana" Lewis Andrews "Andre" Adair Anna Branson April Holt Astrid "Sassa" Isbert Blair Parker Bree Winters Carson Elliot Cherry McLaine Constance "Connie" Willis Cory Pierson Devonne "Devon" Flynn Ethan Morton Evangeline "Eva" Flynn Gabriella "Ella" Finn Dahlia Hills Isadora "Izzy" Night Jasmine "Jaz" Asher Kalista "Kallie" Ryans Katyona "Katya" Egorovna Kaycee "KC" Bethel Lyssa Dexter Mackenzie "Kenzie" Lewis Mallory "Mal" Hale Marina "Mara" Morozova Mercedes "Mercy" Orlando Mia Hills Michaela "Mickie" Griffin Nadine "Nadia" C. Mitchell Paris Stein Parker Howell Quintana "Quinn" Jones Reid Swayde Rowan Esteriac Sadie Lightborn Vega McLaren Vera Moen Emily Hiller Rickie Howell Damon Howell Ezra Howell Salvador Martell Medus Martell Harper Gardner Gabriel "Gabe" Flynn

The Victim of the Prank

Alessia Emerson Alexandra "Xandra" Dexter Allyson "Ally" Conrad Alyona "Aly" Levina Anastasia "Asia" Atkins Andrea "Drea" Adair Athena "Nina" Ivanova Audrey Laurent Bastet "Bast" Blackwell Bella Sawyer Briar Gillan Callum "Cal" K. Mitchell Cecilia "Cee" Bryson Clarabelle "CB" Jean Claudia "Clo" Marisol Cleo Walter Cyan Lightborn Daphne Elliot Faith Mitski "Amber Rothman" Gabrielle "Rielle" Finn Grace Kensington Hailee Flynn Ingrid Flores Irene Willis Juno Amsel Kalina Rachkova Laura Orlando Leona DeMarco Logan Parker Maeve Pierson Micah Steinhelm Morgan "Morri" Thorne Phaedra Martell Psyche Lyria Raina Grey Rebecca "Becca" Lewis Reigna Lightborn Riley Swayde Roxana "Roxy" Twain Sasha Nikorova Sielle Duvall Silvia "Silvy" Kingston Simon Esteriac Sonia Branson Tamsin "Amsi" Dallas-Henderson Teagan Night Wren Valentino "Lucille 'Lucy' Rose" Yuliya "Yulia" Agapova Yvette "Ivy" Hollis Zoe Holloway Christy Howell Helena Howell Maximus "Max" Flynn

Is your OC be more likely to be the prankster, or the victim of the prank?

[umisots4]

Età famiglia Pancakes

Alexia Pancakes (53 anni - adulta) sposata con Rahul Chopra (38 anni - giovane adulto) figli: Tony PancakesChopra (8 anni - bambino) , Drive PancakesChopra (4 anno - bebè) cani: Maddie + Karr (14 anni - anziani) = Pixel + Bacon (12 anni - adulti)

Georgia Pancakes (45 anni - adulta) fidanzata con Erika Nakayama (48 anni - adulta) [ figlio di Erika: Kengo Nakayama (28 anni - giovane adulto) ]

Elise Pancakes (45 anni - adulta) sposata con Duane Talla (45 anni - adulto) figli: Jade (23 anni - giovane adulta) , Lizzy (18 anni - adolescente) , Darcy (13 anni - bambino)

Lucille Pancakes (43 anni - adulta) sposata con Alexius Exposed (48 anni - adulto) cani: Cleo (anziana) , Nana (adulta)

Clara Pancakes (43 anni - adulta) sposata con Haruto Tamura (45 anni - adulto) gatti: Taquito , Choco (11 anni - adulti)

Nikola Pancakes (41 anni - adulto) sposato con Gerda Laurent (38 anni - giovane adulta) figli: Manuel Laurent (18 anni - adolescente) , Angel Laurent (15 anni - adolescente), Juliette Laurent (8 anni - bambina) , Vicky Laurent (5 anni - bebè)

[feathermushroom]

List of my TNMN ocs because i forget easily

- Cheryl Kermitt (the crazy neighbor)

- Lemon Kermitt (the weird guy, doorman)

- Amanda Afton (Dr W Afton mother)

- Francesca Aubinet (DDD experiment, Lemon mother)

- Lizzie Afton Elizabeth Evans (daughter of Mia and W Afton)

- Hellen and Blossom Peachman (daughters of Elenois and Robertsky)

- Nicolas Sverchzt (Selenne and Elenois father)

- Thalia Sverchzt (Selenne and Elenois mother)

- Monique Sverchzt (Nicolas mother)

- Evan Laurent (Angus lost son)

- Lavínie Laurent (Evan mom and Angus ex lover)

- Lucille Gauss (Izaack daughter)

- Marrie Dubois (Lucille mom)

- Lily Peachman (daughter of Selenne and Robertsky)

- Dorothy Peachman (Lily daughter, Elizabeth help her to raise the kid)

- Tomino Inunaki (nightmare version of Lizzie)

- Sanguis floss (nightmare version of Blossom)

- Sangria Tenebris (nightmare version of Hellen)

- all the doople kiddos from Gnaws and Peach peach

I may update it later