#OG characters

[sillygoose1777]

Chapter 1: Auction

Word Count: 3119

Trigger Warnings/tags : Auction sale, mentions of abuse, mild blood, whumpees kept as pets, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, carewhumper, og characters, supernatural/nonhuman whumpees, supernatural/nonhuman whumpers, mind reading whumpee, guard dog whumpee, muzzled whumpee, dehumanization (from whumpers), burns from silver, drugged whumpee, mentions of needles

Hudson observed everything with interest as they stepped out of the carriage. He stepped to the side and offered his hand to Zenith. He took it, using it to aid him down the steps. Hudson let go as soon as Zenith touched the ground. Zenith gave a small nod to the carriage driver and they shut the door before getting in the front to find a parking spot. Hudson assumed his position slightly behind Zenith as they walked into the building before them. 

Zenith was graciously invited to one of the biggest pet buying events. Every month he would scout out a few to be bought and retrained so that he could sell them at a much higher price. Hudson didn’t always go with him, but whenever he did he never enjoyed it much. It was hard to block out the thoughts of products. They were always in a lot of pain, at least the ones that were sold on the main floor. If Zenith wanted any of the pretty ones, they were at the wrong auction.

Zenith stopped in front of the door, looking over his shoulder at Hudson. “I want you to pay close attention to the products on display. Find something you like.” Hudson nodded curtly, no verbal response necessary. Zenith looked in front of him again and opened the doors wide. 

Immediately, Hudson was hit with a wall of fear from the products and pure smugness from the sellers. There were stands set up as closely to each other as possible to fit as many as they could. To the left of the main floor was a maze of stands selling creatures and objects alike. On the right was the auction stage with rows of seats set up in front of it. The auction wasn’t going to begin for another half hour, plenty of time to glance over a few stands. 

Zenith led the way pausing a few times to look at creatures or blades that caught his interest. Anytime Zenith inspected a creature in a cage, Hudson would pretend he couldn’t hear their thoughts. Couldn’t hear them hoping to be bought or the opposite, hoping that they wouldn’t. But then Zenith would move on and Hudson could truly push it out of his mind. 

As Zenith was talking to a stand worker selling different types of poisons, Hudson let his gaze wander. His eye caught on a small stand behind them with a small creature working furiously. They were molding molten metal with their bare hands, not a burn showing up on their skin. Hudson was fascinated, watching as they shaped it as they liked, then dropped it in a bucket of water. The hot metal instantly sizzled, cooling down before the creature pulled it out again. They examined it for imperfections before placing it on a table near them with nearly identical blades made. 

As Hudson continued to watch, he observed the creature more closely then he did its work. They were small and frail, their bones barely covered by a layer of skin and muscle. Bruises and unhealed cuts littered their body, making it evident that either they disobeyed often or their owner was unnecessarily cruel. They were muzzled with a silver cage that left red marks on their skin from how tight it was. Its ears were flat against their head, tail tucked between their legs, showing every sign of fear except in their hands. A silver collar was strapped around its throat that chained them to the stand, leaving no room for escape. 

“Do you want to look at that one?” Zenith asked. Hudson looked at Zenith and followed his gaze to the same stand he was previously looking at. Hudson gave a simple nod, so Zenith led the way over. 

Being closer to the creature, he expected to pick up on thoughts of fear, but he didn’t. Instead its mind was quiet with the thought of working. He couldn't even tell if the creature knew that they had walked up. Moving his attention away from the creature, he noticed all the finished blades laid out on the table. They were beautiful. All handcrafted and fused with some kind of pretty rock or gem. 

“Like what you see?” 

Even though Hudson knew the man wasn’t addressing him, he looked up anyways. He was rugged and mean looking, a stark comparison to the skittish creature off to his side. Zenith continued to admire the blades before responding. 

“Are all of these your handiwork?” Zenith asked. 

“Yes sir. Everyone of them,” the man said, clearly taking ownership of the creature's labor. 

Zenith picked one off of the table and examined it closely. It was made of iron and infused with amethyst. It was certainly a blade made for display and not meant to be used in combat. Nonetheless it was still impressive. Zenith handed it to the man's outstretched hands, intending to buy it. The man grabbed the creature, making them drop the metal they were modeling onto the ground, and dragged them in front of himself. The creature cowered in his grip but didn’t struggle. The man straightened their arm and brought the blade down from their elbow to its wrist. The creature hissed in pain and sank to their knees when the man let go of it, holding their arm close. The blade slightly glowed from the blood dripping from it, before it evaporated like it never had been there. 

Hudson was barely able to contain his astonishment while Zenith acted indifferent. Zenith took the blade with grace then walked away with Hudson at his tail. Hudson glanced over his shoulder and saw the man yelling at the creature to get back to work. Hudson turned his attention to what was in front of him. It wouldn’t do him any good to get attached. That was the mantra that he repeated over and over in his head. 

…

Kori was relieved when the blade-maker took off his collar and threw him into his cage underneath the table. He shrank away from the silver bars that lined the cage, careful not to burn himself. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he looked for his only possession. A measly blanket, dark blue with a yellow star pattern overlapping it. It was stiff and soiled with blood and god knows what else. But no matter how much it needed a wash, it was his. He had stolen it the first time the blade-maker brought him to the medics, and too tired from wrangling him there, the blade-maker let him keep it. 

The blanket was almost three times his size, though he was a small creature compared to most. Nonetheless, it made it easy to hide underneath. His shield against the world, against his makeshift darkness. Kori curled up underneath his blanket, making sure to not leave any limbs sticking out. 

A table cloth covered the table and most of his cage, blocking most of Kori’s view of the passerbys. He watched their feet walk past, never pausing to come close enough. It was cold, a lot colder than Kori was used to. It didn’t help that the blade-maker often isolated him away from any kind of fire or sunlight, giving him no opportunity to build up his magma. Kori knew better than to steal heat from the hot metal so he could heal his wounds. He had done it once and when the blade-maker found out, he beat Kori till he could hardly make sense of the world. He was immediately sent to the medics afterwards, but it was a lesson well learned. 

Kori wanted to go home, wherever that was. He was never allowed out except to the marketplace or to the medics. Otherwise, he was underground shaping and fusing blades. It was better than anticipating when a buyer would walk up and he would have to spill blood to seal the blade. The cut down his arm stung painfully, making him aware of it again. 

Focusing on one part of his pain only made the rest seem so much worse. He closed his eyes and pressed his head against the cool steel plating of his cage. Despite himself, he felt himself getting tired. His eyes heavy and breathing evenly, he hoped that when he woke up that he would be back in his basement bedroom. 

…

Zenith found a spot in the front row of chairs, giving him an excellent view of the stage. His guard dog sat in the seat next to him, though he figured Hudson wouldn’t be paying attention to the show. Zenith didn’t really care if he did. He eyed the stage, watching as workers of the event raced back and forth to get last minute preparations in place. Shortly after, a finely dressed man came on stage. The man picked up a microphone and began speaking to his audience. 

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our monthly creature auction. We have over 30 creatures to display and auction off today, so be ready to bid. After all creatures have been displayed, speak to one of the staff and they will help sort out transactions. If any assistance is needed to transport your new pets, please speak to a courier outside. We will begin the show shortly.”

There was a small round of applause as the man left the stage. Zenith had already scouted out the creatures he wanted, most of them being breeds he had already worked with. A few of his clients were already looking for more pets when his stock was low. As soon as he could get ownership of a few creatures, he was going to send them to all his available personal trainers. By the next auction, he should have all these ones sold and waiting to buy the next batch. 

Though there was one creature that would be displayed that he had an extra keen eye on. He had been observing Hudson’s behavior for the past few months, and deduced that he was experiencing loneliness. Zenith already had another pet for Hudson to mingle with, though Hudson wasn’t one to be very social with others. He had tried spending more time with Hudson beyond his working hours, but it made little to no difference. So he decided he was going to get Hudson a companion, one he could truly bond with. Zenith was already wanting a third pet anyways, so it was practically hitting two birds with one stone. 

Zenith had allowed Hudson to examine the creatures on sale at the market before the auction to get an idea of what he wanted. Thankfully, Hudson found something. A small creature, one that looked like a fox. Its blade making skills and fire wielding abilities were definitely something that intrigued the both of them. Zenith figured he would have to retrain the fox given the conditioning it must have gone through. He thought about retraining the fox with Hudson, it could bring them closer together. It was certainly an idea to think about. 

Zenith brought his attention back to the stage when two workers pulled a cage into view. The announcer from before took his place on the stage. He took hold of the corner of the cloth that covered the cage before swiftly pulling it off. Inside was a standard Tursian, most likely already trained as a guard dog. It was tied down in a stress position to best display it while keeping it still. Zenith vaguely remembered Hudson being displayed the same way when he had bought him. 

The auction passed by as fast as it could for any bored onlookers. After buying a few creatures, Zenith reserved his attention for keeping a look out for the fox. Otherwise, he was thinking of who to contact for its first medical checkup. Zenith always benchmarked where his pets' health was when he first got them, if only so he could get an idea of what he was working with. Finally, as if watching a prized possession being passed around, Zenith eyed the last cage to be rolled on stage. The announcer picked up his mic and began to speak to the audience.

“This is the last creature on display for tonight's auction, I repeat, last creature on display.”

The announcer then quickly pulled off the cloth, revealing the little fox inside. It was on its knees with a collar tightly wrapped around its throat, a chain attached to it, tying it to the floor of the cage. Its hands were cuffed to its ankles, keeping the fox in place. Its tail was tucked underneath it, keeping it close to its body like its ears flat against its head. Zenith watched as its chest heaved with fear, barely able to voice a whimper with the muzzle clamped around its jaw. 

After a couple minutes of letting the audience observe what it was buying, the bidding began. Zenith quickly jumped in, not wanting anyone else to get a lead on him. Little by little he bought out his competitors, until no one else dared name a price higher than his. The auctioneer called it at forty-two thousand, naming Zenith the buyer. He grinned with glee, a rare sight to most.

The workers of the event cleared the stage and Zenith stood to leave. Hudson followed him as he made his way to a nearby staff member. They scanned his buyer’s ID and brought him to the back to let him have a closer look at what he bought. One by one, he was brought to each of their cages. He would sign all the necessary paperwork, write a check, then tell a moving staff where his trucks would be parked. When they reached the cage the fox was in, the staff member handed him a booklet. 

“What is this?” He asked. 

“It’s an infographic of this particular species. It is not one we commonly auction off, so health, safety, and training guidelines are different then what you might be used to,” the staff member informed. 

Zenith briefly flipped through the booklet. “A lynx?” he asked aloud, reading the title of the booklet. 

“Yes sir. They’re from the saturnine desert. They seem to act similar to foxes, if that gives you an idea of what to expect.” Zenith chuckled to himself at the thought that he wasn’t that far off for assuming the lynx was a fox. 

Zenith held out his hand for the clipboard to sign the paperwork needed. The staff member handed it over and he signed the pages quickly. He quickly wrote out a check for forty-two thousand dollars and handed both over to the staff member. 

“Would you like it to be placed with your other purchases?” The staff member asked, taking the items from Zenith. 

“Actually I have a kennel in my carriage I would like it placed in. Easier for transporting into the house,” Zenith mused. 

“Of course,” the staff member mimicked Zenith's tone. “Would sedating the creature be of help to you?” 

“What kinds of sedatives do you have?” 

“We have a wide range, from muscle relaxers to serums that’ll keep your pet out for days.” Zenith imagined he could hear the fox whimpering. 

“I think something that’ll keep it out till tomorrow morning will do.”

“Of course. We’ll have a courier bring your pet to your carriage, and a technician will meet you out there to administer the sedative. Sounds good?”

Zenith nodded and the staff member snapped at a courier nearby to get their attention. The courier came near and listened to the instructions the staff member gave them. They then followed Zenith out to his carriage, bringing the lynx with them. The technician met them there as the courier was unlatching the top off of the cage. The lynx struggled away from the technician as much as it could in the chains. In the end it was futile, as the technician stuck them in the neck with a needle. 

The technician capped the used needle and gave the lynx a small pet. “See? Wasn’t so bad,” they chirped. “Now you’ll get to sleep easy on your ride home.” The technician turned to Zenith, speaking to him in a normal voice. “Have a good evening sir, safe travels.” 

The technician left, and the courier followed shortly after once they had unchained the lynx. The lynx shrank into the corners of the cage, trying to fight against the sedatives. Zenith knelt down by the cage and offered his hand for it to sniff. The lynx tried to focus its eyes on him, daring not to move closer. Zenith gently pet the spot behind its ears, gently guiding the lynx to close its eyes. Once he was sure that the lynx was under, Zenith stood up and bent over the cage to pick it up. He noticed there was a blanket scrunched up underneath it, something hidden from his earlier view. He picked both of them up, realizing how disgusting the blanket was. He put it on his to-do list to wash it. 

Zenith waited patiently as Hudson opened the door of the carriage. He balanced the lynx carefully in his arms as he climbed up the steps, Hudson following in after him. They sat down on opposite sides, with Hudson sitting next to a kennel that Zenith had brought. He had intended to put whatever his new found pet was in it, but while cradling the lynx close, Zenith almost couldn’t bear letting it go. Then he heard his phone ring. Zenith grumbled and despite him trying to shift the lynx over, he couldn’t hold it and its blanket while trying to manage a phone call.

“Could you hold it for me?” Zenith asked Hudson, offering the lynx to him. Hudson quietly took it into his arms, wrapping the blanket around the lynx and holding it close. Zenith pulled out his annoying phone and answered the call.

As the other person talked, he looked outside the window and watched as the world passed by. In the corner of his eye, he watched as Hudson looked at the lynx with a new found sense of love. It was a look Zenith had never seen on him, and one that looked quite well on his dog. Zenith smiled to himself as he turned to look back at the window, glad of his brilliant idea to get a third pet. 

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[wimsiecal]

I had some time in between commission sketches to do a quick doodle for this idea

So basically the concept is (and I've been workshopping different versions of it so it could change just fyi) this kid who's like obsessed with all things evil and villainous. They live in a world where superheros/villains exist but they think their town is kinda boring because nothing ever happens, the hero who protects their city is basically too good at her job. The kid however discovers some obscure group of villains and just hyperfixates on them without really knowing much about them (there isn't much info anywhere about them) but they fantasize about how cool they are...

Little do they know, these particular villains come from a dimension where good = bad and bad = good

And when they just so happen to stumble upon them one day and follow them to their hideout (they want to join them) well.. of course things don't go exactly as they hoped it would.

This is of course one of the many versions of this concept. I know I want the main thing to be about the group of villains and I sorta came up with the mc last second. I think they might end up being a side character or something I'm not sure. I have a bad habit of thinking I'm coming up with something cool and different and it being literally a copy of something else so. Lemme know what you guys think

Again none of this is set in stone, including this concept art cause I'm still brainstorming

Also if the guy on the poster looks somewhat like a certain someone.. No he doesn't xD

[clonemommy]

Anyone interested in this?

So, I´ve been thinking about writing my own Star Wars: The Clone Wars story/ fanfiction. I came up with some OG characters, and my two main characters meet in this short paragraph.

Should I keep working on this?

I already have a list with all important characters on it, I could upload that as well and give you a lil sneak peek.

Feel free to share your thoughts; it helps me!

The dusty atmosphere of the landing pad settled like a grey veil over my robes as I stepped off the transporter’s ramp. My Jedi robes, a deep shade of blue, billowed around me in the wind. The Hellfire Legion base stretched out before me—a fortress of steel and concrete as unyielding as its reputation. Clones in shades of black and grey could be seen everywhere, their armour bearing deep scratches that bore witness to countless battles. Every step felt heavy as if the darkness of this place weighed on me.

I noticed the glances that followed me. Some were curious, others openly hostile. The men of this legion were different - I could feel that. There was a coldness to their presence that I had never felt in all my years of Jedi training. Still, I forced a smile onto my face. It was my job to be here. The mission was too critical to let a bad first impression discourage me.

Then I saw him.

Shade. CC-6666, the commander of the Hellfire Legion. His demeanour was intimidating, and his tall, stern figure and cutting gaze exuded undisguised scepticism. The scar on his lower lip only seemed to accentuate his cold expression, adding to the tension in the air.

‘General.’ His voice was low and cutting, without an ounce of respect. ‘We have no use for Jedi who stand in our way on the battlefield.’

I swallowed but stood my ground. ‘Commander, I’m here to help. It is the will of the Council that I support your legion.’

‘The will of the Council,’ he repeated mockingly. ‘I didn’t need a Jedi to lead my men this far, and I don’t need one now.’

The coldness in his voice made me pause for a moment, but I remembered the words of my old master, Plo Koon: ‘It is not our job to be loved, Helena. But we can touch even the hardest of hearts with patience and compassion.’

‘You may not know me yet, Commander,’ I said firmly, ’but I’m here to fight by your side. And I will prove that I’m up to the task.’ My determination was palpable, filling the space between us with a silent challenge.

He scrutinised me for a long time, then nodded curtly. ‘We’ll see about that.”

[aghostuponthemoor]

Just rewatched detective conan movie 4: captured in her eyes

Words cannot describe how much I love this movie

[mjj-nostalgia]

My MJ fanfic - work in progress!

I had this idea starting last year (2022) but only recently (2023) started to build on it and expand my ideas in one of my favorite forms of creativity!

It follows an original character I created called Marren Beatty (or Mare, affectionately by Michael) and follows her story and how she meets Michael -- They start off as fast friends but it turns into something more as time goes on and they fall in undeniable love!

I have 12 chapters up officially!

The fic is on MJ Fiction, wattpad, and AO3, so whichever you prefer!!

Here is a photo of what I envision Marren to look like. I used an AI generated base but I photoshopped her facial features like her eyes, eyebrows, nose, etc and her shirt 🥹 - UNDER READ MORE!

Thanks for reading if you do!!

[atropinenightshade]

SORT OF AN ASK GAME?

Oof so here are my love interests with my ocs so far (a useless 9 pm post but oh well) Basically you can ask me about any of them, as many questions as you'd like, because I need the writing juices to get flowing, especially when it comes to non platonic relationships! I have been at a writer's slump, not even a block, lately. I can write during work breaks no problem.

Sophos with Victoria (unfinished, ongoing)- ATOTE

Iris with Mira (unfinished, ongoing)- Blood, Guts and Heart

Professor Maya and Rhea (love interests only, no conclusion together)- Blood, Guts, and Heart

Marigold and Kieran (undecided/sorta unfinished)- Heart of Gold's additional oneshot

Lian and Nathaniel (unfinished, ongoing, NEW)- my upcoming fic, In the City of the Swans

Angelina and Rhian 2 (latter NOT my oc, ongoing, unfinished)- my upcoming fic, In the City of the Swans

Josephine and R2- (latter NOT my oc, ongoing, unfinished)- my upcoming fic, In the City of the Swans

Charles and Lian-(latter NOT my oc, ongoing, unfinished)- my upcoming fic, In the City of the Swans

Rafal not my oc) and Becca, if this could really be considered anything- (latter NOT my oc, ongoing, unfinished)

(I kept out the most spoilery ones of this story.)

Columba and Hazel (gray area, no conclusion together)- Everything and Nothing (secret project reveal!!)

Columba and Julius (gray area, unfinished)- Everything and Nothing

Celeste and Kyma (unfinished)- To the Ends of the Earth

Blue means WIP and unpublished, purple means published!

[aayo-whatt]

how do yall just like make og characters like wtf, like with no fandom whatever

[itsjami3getitright]

Cafe Dates chapter 3

[Classes were so boring today. I’m really excited to see Freya though.]

[This cafe is just as cute as I remember, I hope Frey gets here soon. It’s already 11:08.]

“Hey cutie sorry I’m late, class went on longer than normal. How was class?

“Class was okay. We are finishing a chapter in chem. What did you want to ask?

“Let’s order our food first then I will ask you, it’s a big question to ask.”

“Hi, what would you like to order?”

“An iced matcha latte with sweet foam would be lovely.” She says confidently.

“And for you?”

“Uhm, sweet tea sounds good.”

“Ok I will get that to you in just a few moments. Name?”

“Thank you! My name's Freya," She says kindly.

“Let's go sit down, cutie.”

“S-sure, frey.”

“That looks like a nice booth, we can sit there. I want you to be comfy when I ask you this, Riley.” She says nervously.

“Order for Freya!.”

“I will go get that be right back, cutie.”

“Uhm ok, Frey.”

[She seems off, maybe she had a hard day, or her question is bothering her.]

“Hey sorry I’m back, here's your drink cutie.” She says.

“Thanks Frey, If you don't mind, could ask you a question too.”

“Of course, what do you need Riley?”

“Are you okay Freya, you seem uneasy ever since you got back from class.”

“I am good, cutie don’t worry about me. The question I wanna ask is pretty important and it's a lot for me to ask you something like this so early in our friendship. I just don’t want to be a burden to you.” She says worriedly.

“You could never be a burden to me, Frey whatever you need I will provide you with. Don’t worry about that ever, Okay?”

“Okay thanks cutie, I wanted to ask if I could move into your dorm and well, be your roommate. My dorm room flooded and my old roommate already has a new dor, and right now im staying with my parents and-”

“I would love to be your roommate Frey. It will take time to move you because we will have to check in with the dorm staff and move you in, but after our last class if you want we can start to move some of your stuff to my room until we can officially move you into my dorm.”

“Really!?” She asks ecstatically.

“Of course, Frey.”

[ghostlysela]

The Daughters Of Mortem

I am absolutely excited and happy to introduce you all to a book I am currently drafting; The Daughters of Mortem. This project of mine has been something I've been working on for quite some time now, but with nowhere near being finished lol. I'm hoping to write more and post here, as I believe it would help me feel more encouraged to have a goal of posting it here for you all. I truly hope this story captures your interest. As I know right now fanfics have been the top seller to readers, I hope mine is as easily sold to you as those you've read. On top of posting the chapters here, I will be adding OG-designed characters in time so my readers, you, can have a better visual of the story itself as well as its characters and atmosphere. And in time, have an official cover for it created as well. I have high hopes for this and I truly believe uploading it here will help me not only hear some feedback and opinions from you but also get the wheels moving on the plans I have for it. So to end this post I just want to thank the ones who find this story and stick around to read it, more if you do end up loving it. Thanking you ahead for the support and feedback, I love you all!

♡I.L.M

Note: (Please be advised that all images and gifs in this post do not belong to me unless otherwise stated. The artist of the cover photo is unknown to me, and their work is not mine.)

[divorce-enjoyer]

put those big brown eyes away dude now is NOT the time

[th3actualsunn]

❁Team I.S❁

Team I.S (International Snacks)

based of this snack box

Specializes in battling bacteria so other food citizens don't become moldy monstrosities!!! (ig)

Idk: Grapefruit Hard candy (tall orange guy)

Ukraine: Polus Big Bar (green fury nature girl)

Sweden: Nöt Crème (blue circle girl)

Spain: Acho: Fried egg potato chips (lil yellow dude)

U.S.A: Bristows Rhubarb & Custard (silly magenta guy)

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Referenced from Team Makano

they make good breakcore songs so like listen here

this drawing is rlly old maybe i should remake it but i rlly suck at digital art for sum reason

[sillygoose1777]

Kori & Zenith Masterlist

Chapter 1: Auction

Chapter 2: First Night Home

[t4tails]

im starting to think you guys dont like it when stories make you feel things

[emmettspeakz]

Some characters I made with heavy inspiration from going to the Renn Faire this past weekend!

[sennamaticart]

Dress Code

[sakrafka]

vampire yuri