#OC: Warren

[forest-fur]

Redesign of my oc Warren!

[gaslightwestern]

Hell's Half Acre

Charlotte would be the first to admit hiding from the law behind a newspaper was an awful idea, what with her face and name spread across the front page.

When death comes to Fort Worth and strikes her new circle of friends, Charlotte O’Shea resolves to hunt down the culprit before they kill again. Murder isn’t the only mystery in the air however. Elijah Addison and Thomas Quinn, two headstrong cowboys and her partners-in-crime-solving, are determined to uncover what made the socialite run away from New York and why she is no stranger to firearms.

— Status: Zero Drafting (Excerpts) | Tag: #Hell's Half Acre — Genres: Historical Mystery, Western, Romance — Setting: Fort Worth, Texas & New York City (1870s). — POV: Multiple. 3rd Person. Past Tense. Dual Timeline.

Themes and Tropes: Love in all its forms. Anti-heroine. Found family. Being your own person. Organized crime. Queer cowboys. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions. Parallels. Obsession. Haunted by the past. Murder, mayhem, and other wild west shenanigans.

Cast of Characters

Can't a man visit his on-and-off-again boyfriend without all hell breaking loose? Not for Elijah Addison, a restless cowboy turned shrewd detective who becomes relentless in his pursuit of justice.

By his side is Thomas Quinn, who most write off as little more than a legend's son. Stubborn as anything and fiercely protective of his family and friends, he doesn't trust Charlotte in the slightest.

Captain Samuel Quinn is a three-time, war-hating, disabled veteran with a larger-than-life personality. A lifelong troublemaker, when he isn't sticking his nose where he shouldn't, Sam runs Quinn's Firearms.

A seamstress and aspiring journalist, Mabel Williams is determined to expose the rot in New York City regardless of the enemies she gains along the way. Her talent for disguises often comes in handy.

Having grown up in the shadow of his brother, not being good enough has long haunted Warren Howard. But if life will not give him what he wants, he will take it for himself regardless of the cost.

Vivacious and self-absorbed, Charlotte O'Shea enjoys her place in New York's high society. Surrounded by friends and engaged to the wealthy Nathaniel Howard, her life is perfect. So why is Charlotte out west pretending to be someone she's not?

Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist: @cirianne, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @thelaughingstag, @shouldyouwakethewriteblr, @mauvecatfic

[mintytealfox]

Angsty question for you who out of the Nortalice kiddos do you think would survive a manor game together?

To add onto that I feel like Dorthy would be really suspicious of Warren if they were in a game together. Especially if they had no clue who the other was

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ Okay this got the gears turning in my brainnnnn 👀🙏

MKAY so when it comes to Dorothy, I think she goes in there expecting not to make it back out and Gilbert follows after her, also knowing this. With the addition of Gilbert she will do everything she can to make sure he gets out, and make it out with him, but if she looses him along the way and she is alone in a world that Gilbert is no longer a part of??? She is making sure she isn't getting out and is making sure everyone on her vendetta list isn't getting out either. She will go out with the biggest of bangs and make it all her enemies' problem as well. ;;

when it comes to the other siblings I believe and--

PLEASE correct me if I am wrong!

I am just going by vibes lol and I've got them emo vibes today so buckle UP AH

BUT

@quoththeowl31 's Johnny is the one to get out but it not might even be Johnny, but possessed by something else entirely 👀

and my thoughts on Warren getting out? hmmm, I am not sure he would make it cause the vibe I am getting is him sacrificing himself that he deems needs to get out more than he does 😭

I can even seen the siblings working together to bring that entire place down together even ;; and it being their last hurrah ;A;

with the most unlikely possibility being 'all of them getting out together' ;;

WHY DID I GO THE FULL ANGST ROUTE OH NOOOOOOOO

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Now when it come to her being suspicious of Warren, I TOTALLY AGREE!! Especially with the addition of never having heard of him before! She may be like, 'how have I never heard of you?? are you just a pawn to confuse me?? how is this even possible??? WHO ARE YOU REALLY????'

Both of them are NOT leaving that game without all the answers about each other lol

Hunting EACH OTHER for answers and confusing the actual hunter -WHEEZE-

[amity206]

The markets of the Isle of Dawn, and a mysterious traveler who offers you potions and is more interested in the stories you have to tell than your candles…

When you leave, satisfied with your recharge potions, you see her talking to another traveler - a figure clad in brown, wearing a wide hat with glowing orbs dangling from the edges. As she moves, golden loops of jewelry clink together.

Possible reference for an OC… it’ll need more refining but they’re a traveling potion maker who loves gossip, stories, shiny things, and good company. In addition to potions they carry magical ingredients, scrolls, message boats, and other trinkets.

Feel free to ask any of my OCs (or me) questions in my inbox, I’d love to share more hehe

[pomzombi]

Hi, here are my freaks

Considered posting this a week ago, figuring out how to post without being in a performative mindsett (rubbing temple)

[poniesart]

[Image Description: Digital art of an anthro bunny from the waist up. He is fat, with off-white curly fur and long bunny ears. He is holding up a bow in one paw and readying an arrow with the other. The side of his tank top reveals a top surgery scar, and he has a phalloplasty scar on his right arm. End ID.]

OC-tober day 2 - New OC!! (I am doing this out of order with abandon.) This guy is my latest, from a doodle in my sketchbook that got out of hand. His name is Warren. His day job is being a cupid, which he finds really funny since he's aro. In his free time he likes to garden :P

[ivyisgoingcrazy]

Yes I know that’s a mouthwashing quote but it fits him nicely. He grew up in a small fishing village, but he found that he wasn’t cut out for it so he dipped out of his clan after The Incident and took up a life of taking people where they wanted to go.

[etherealvoidechoes]

Heh, thinking about my cooks on the Avenger and got to thinking about Warren(aka Mountain Man) and all the stuff he cooks up and the survival things he knows and just thought about all the sourdough starters he probably has around the ship. He’s probably fought a few people who didn’t read the labels and tossed them.

Inspired myself to make some sourdough brookies! Currently in the oven but here’s a photo before that.

[krokaxe]

Very serious Odregard build barbie redraw compliation with @koilarist and I

[forest-fur]

Oc character sheet: Warren⭐️

[gaslightwestern]

New York City, 1874 - Charlotte O'Shea

Warren Howard leaned out the window, wearing that insufferable grin of his as he rested his elbow along the ledge. “You know, Miss O’Shea, I always thought you had higher aspirations for yourself than that of a burglar.” Grateful as she was that it was Warren who had discovered her and not anyone else, Charlotte still scowled at him as she gripped the bricks for support. “I am merely following in your footsteps, Mister Howard. How many times you have scaled the walls of this mansion to whisk me off for some after hours adventure?” “And yet here you are sneaking off to heaven knows where, while I remain without an invitation.”

Hell's Half Acre: Tag | Excerpts | Rambles | Charlotte | Mabel | Warren

In Charlotte's defense, she did try to sneak out like a normal person before resorting to going out her bedroom window.

Toying with the idea of introducing Warren and Charlotte's dynamic ahead of her joining Mabel in tailing a dirty cop. If I go ahead with it, I'll probably have him catch her sneaking out in a more realistic fashion but for now I'm just having fun.

Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist: @cirianne, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @thelaughingstag, @shouldyouwakethewriteblr

[sabertoothwalrus]

I don't really plan on revisiting these old ocs from high school but it was fun to draw them all again after 10 years

[steampoweredwerehog]

You’re late for Eldritch science class!

This started as an attempt to design the beings Tethis was formed from, then resulted in connecting some dots for all Entity physiology.

The blue Precursor did perish on earth during its studies millions of years ago, but the orange one is still out there, somewhere…

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yandere Gladiator x Noble reader

Warnings: gore, killing, fighting, abuse, mentions of being a slave, mentions of being sold, Yandere stuff

I got the idea from Desmond ASMR on YouTube.

Yandere! Gladiator who you didn’t know until he was given to you as a slave for helping the noble counsel and the city with your knowledge of plants and helping them grow faster.

Yandere! Gladiator who hates you from the moment a guard brought him to your tiny apartment and he had to look at your face.

Yandere! Gladiator who pins you to the wall and tells you how easily he could kill you when the guard leaves and you don’t know what to do but you don’t want to use his collar on him.

Yandere! Gladiator who is shocked when you weakly take off the collar off and let you go in shock.

"Why would you do that?" He asked in a shocked voice as he let you go.

"It hurts you right?" You said while grabbing your throat.

"Yes," he said quietly as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. "B..but I don't understand why you would take it off?"

Yandere! Gladiator who thinks you’re weird but doesn’t complain as you let him do almost anything he wants as long as he helps you do some things.

Yandere! Gladiator who has nightmares about the gladiator pit and wakes you up in the night when he needs water after the nightmares he has.

Yandere! Gladiator who you let sleep with you after one night where it was bad for him.

Yandere! Gladiator who falls for you and makes you cuddle with him all the time and is happy to help you whenever you need it.

Yandere! Gladiator who feels heartbroken when you come home in tears and put his collar back on him.

“I don’t understand cupcake why?” He said in the most broken voice you have ever heard.

Yandere! Gladiator who feels angry and hurt when you don’t answer and only cry in response.

Yandere! Gladiator who goes out the next day and when a guard mocks him for wearing his collar he snaps and when the guard is alone he fights him.

Yandere! Gladiator who is pulled away from the guard by some other guards he ends up picking up a piece of wood in the alley and beats all of them to death with it.

Yandere! Gladiator who walks away from the scene before going back home and taking a shower.

Yandere! Gladiator who was relieved when you weren’t home but when the news of three guards getting killed spread it made him a little nervous but you didn’t notice or suspect it was him.

Yandere! Gladiator who won’t let anyone stop him from being with you

[pineconepie]

Platonic yandere doctor? Like he’s had his little for a while but he’s just fed up with them trying to leave so he uses a more permanent solution to the problem of them trying to run away (take that as you will)

I hope this is good!! Its slightly different than what you asked, but if people want I cand make a part two of them trying to escape!

TW: Platonic/parental yandere, drugging, gaslighting, kidnapping, infantilization, slight ableism(?), psychiatric wards

...

You've been seeing Dr. Warren as your doctor for... wow, how long has it been? Several years now. He's always been a kind guy, and sometimes he'd break past that overly polite, professional demeanor and let his soft spot for you shine through.

You liked that about him.

Sometimes, when there wasn't anybody in the waiting room but you two, he would kneel down to give you a little toy while you waited, usually one of those plastic eggs filled with surprise toys or jingling keys or something like that.

You always thought it was a little strange how the doctor was giving you children's toys, but you tried not to overthink it.

There were some other weird things you tried to overlook, but recently it was getting harder to do so.

Warren would always prescribe you medications for all kinds of things, and every single one of them made your mind feel numb. Like static, almost.

Your appointments became very regular, as well. At least once a week, even if nothing felt wrong.

And he'd give you a little plastic medicine bottle filled with gummy vitamins every time you went in.

You started to notice how instead of actually checking your health, he'd cuddle by your side and just ask how your day went, almost acting more like an over-caring therapist... which, he did technically have his degree in both psychology and medicine, but still, the lack of any medical care was suspicious, especially coming from the usually very professional doctor.

"Um, Doctor Warren?" you nervously ask, fiddling with the toy he gave you today, a little green caterpillar with bright colors on its back.

"Hm? What is it?" he asks while marking a few things off on his clipboard.

"Well, uh..." you swallow down a lump in your throat as you work up the courage to ask this. "I've noticed that our sessions lately haven't been productive. And the medications you give me make me worse. I wasn't even having a lot of issues until I started taking them. It's like they just make my mind foggy... and I always feel so sleepy, and my coordination is off..."

"Those are just the side effects," he reassures. "That's why I wanted you to come see me regularly; to track any changes or side effects."

"But I don't think the side effects are worth it. And these constant check-ups are annoying, no offense," you mutter.

"None taken," he says calmly. "The check-ups are for your benefit."

"Yeah, but..." You rub the nape of your neck. "I think I want to see a different doctor... if that's okay."

Suddenly, the warm aura radiating from him grows cold as the man glares at you, dark eyes sending a chill down your spine.

"Do you trust other doctors more than me?" His voice comes out icy, stinging you like cold water.

Your heart pounds. You open your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again.

"(Y/n). You're mentally and physically ill. Your judgement is too clouded by your conditions that you can't recognize proper care. I'm trying to help you get better. Can't you see that?" He runs a hand through his hair. "You need constant monitoring, love. I'd consider yourself lucky I haven't put you in inpatient care." His expression changes, like a light bulb goes off in his head. "Actually, would you prefer that?"

"No, of course not!" you cry out. "Please don't-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's for your own safety," he says matter-of-factly. "You can't even tell what's good or bad for you. Your condition is worsening."

"Because of the medication," you retort.

"That's just the side effects. I explained this already."

"Why would medicine that's supposed to cure me make me worse?!" you yell. Tears well up in your eyes. "Why won't you listen to me?!"

He looks like a parent dealing with their crying toddler; confused yet confident they'll get over it eventually. "Hmm... I think you need a nap."

"A nap? What, am I in timeout now?" You fold your arms across your chest like a pouting child, realizing a little too late how funny the doctor probably finds the gesture.

Warren gets out some medical supplies: a needle and a vial. Filling the syringe with a clear liquid from the small container, he turns towards you and grins menacingly. "This'll only take a moment..."

Before you can stand up and try to run away, he plunges the needle into your arm.

You cry out and flinch away, but not before all of the syringe's contents empty inside you. He holds you against him, shushing softly in your ear as you sob until suddenly your eyelids grow heavy.

He keeps you firmly tucked in his grip, and you find that you're unable to move, paralyzed by whatever substance he injected into you.

As soon as he sees you drifting off, he lies you on the bed and rushes out, yelling something that sounds too far away to hear.

...

When you wake up, you see white walls all around you. Blinking your eyes, you look down at your clothes to see an outfit totally different from what you had been wearing when you were in Warren's office. This looks more like hospital garb.

Speaking of which, where was Warren?

Turning your head weakly to the right, you notice you're attached to a heart monitor, the wires running to sensors on your chest and fingers.

You struggle to prop yourself up and sit properly on the bed.

Warren walks into the room. "Good morning! Or, should I say good afternoon?" he smiles teasingly, closing the door behind him. "How are we feeling?"

"I'm feeling like you drugged me! What am I doing here?!" Your throat feels like its on fire, but you continue trying to speak regardless. "Can't you talk to me without having me admitted to a hospital?! Oh god- please don't tell me I'm in the psychiatric ward..."

"You are in the psychiatric ward, yes," he confirms smoothly. "But don't worry. I pulled a few strings to make sure you got the best care." His voice dips into something softer, almost affectionate. "I even had them set up a private room for you. No noisy roommates, no prying eyes—just me, looking out for you."

A chill runs down your spine. This isn't normal. This is too far.

"For what? Telling you I wanted to see a different doctor? For wanting to get off my meds?!" You glare.

He doesn't seem too bothered, pulling out a clipboard. "Well, it says on your chart you attacked me with scissors during our last meeting when I wouldn't give you prescription opioids. That's pretty serious."

"WHAT?!" Your jaw drops. "You liar! That never happened!"

Warren feigns worry. "Oh, sweetheart..." He caresses the side of your face. "You poor thing. Those delusions have you again, huh?" He shakes his head. "I don't know how to tell you this... but you have a problem. A very, very severe one. Which is why you need constant surveillance from someone trained to handle people with your particular condition."

You blink away tears blurring your vision. "This is crazy. You can't do this to me."

"Baby, I'm not 'doing' anything. This was all in your best interests." Warren moves closer to you, rubbing circles into your skin. "You're sick, (Y/n). I've been your doctor for multiple years now. Why would I lie about this?"

You sob harder. You want to believe him so bad.

You trust him, and it's always been easier to follow along with his suggestions rather than try to fight or argue back, but...

"You like treating me as if I'm a baby. Does that have anything to do with this? Or why the medications you've given me make me feel like I'm regressing into a toddler every day?" you spit out bitterly.

He sighs. "That's because you have the obvious mentality of one. The regression isn't a result of the drugs, (Y/n). It's your disorder acting up." He pushes some strands of hair out of your face. "If it helps any, I like taking care of you. Really, I do. I've never considered myself a parental person until I met you. You need me, just as much as I need to be needed by someone else. Like you."

"I'll tell everyone you basically kidnapped me," you threaten. "They can look on the security cameras for proof I didn't do anything!"

He clicks his tongue, chuckling. "I might have accidentally deleted the security footage from the day. Oops," he adds innocently. He kisses your forehead. "Now, get some rest, kiddo. Papa will check on you in an hour. And please don't try anything bad while I'm gone; otherwise, we'd have to add assaulting an orderly or nurse onto your file... We really don't want that, do we?"

All you can do is stare dumbly up at him as the words sink in.

Yes, Warren could definitely get in trouble for this... but who's going to believe you when you've been labeled a danger to yourself and others with a laundry list of mental health disorders, prescribed enough pills to tranquilize an elephant daily?

No one.

He leaves with a final, "Be good," shutting the door with a soft thump, leaving you alone, staring after him long after he's gone.

[eyeoftheeagle]

🦅 You don't belong in the place where you think "Will I be a burden?"

You don't belong where you feel like you have to restrict yourself.

You don't belong where you can't explain.

You don't belong where you are not understood.

You don't belong anywhere where you don't feel like yourself.

This is the reason for your exile and captivity 🦅