#about maristela

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Maristella Carislo + 👰‍♀️

[periciles]

Cringetober day 30: Supernatural

Didn’t feel like drawing anything supernatural so I redrew my ocs as the destial meme

[mossy-doodles85]

OKAY I HAVEN'T SHOWN ANY OF THESE ON TUMBLR UNTIL NOW TO ATTACK YOU ALL WITH NILLE AND LOOP STUFF! ! !

I really don't wanna talk to much about the plot after the loops in a multiverse of stars because we haven't gotten there yet but I NEED TO! ! !

But I will hide it in case you don't wanna know about this yet.

After the curse was gone Nille was looking around Bambouche for Bonnie just in case they were still there, they were not.

After that she started to work even more so she could quickly get some stuff to head out and find Bonnie herself, day or two later while Nille was walking along the beach and saw a. . . unique fellow, washed up there, Loop.

After taking them to her house and some talking she learned how Bonnie is with the savors of Vaugarde- actually they're a part of them, and that they were making their way here now. Nille RIGHTFULLY questions Loop on how they know this which they just reply with a "Oh just something a star like me would know!", annoying. . .

The two stay in Bambouche, doing jobs there while waiting for Bonnie to arrive. Loop opens up to Nille pretty quickly, revealing the fact that Loop can turn into human again, and Nille now also knows the uh. . . looping stuff along with the fact that Loop is Siffrin and more. Nille takes this fine. . . they think.

Its been a few weeks now, Nille and Loop have basically become siblings. ALSO NICKNAMES, Nille calls Loop 'Starlight' and 'Coral', Loop calls Nille 'Maristela' and 'Nills'.

Bambouche is a somewhat small town, so basically everyone knows each other, and everyone has accepted Loop as a part of the town now. Loop often helps out people for nothing in return leading to the people giving Loop gifts.

So when the family arrives Loop is out doing a job {and getting Nille a new hammer as a gift} SO THEY DON'T KNOW THEY'RE HERE! ! !

Loop gets told by one of the villagers thats Bonnie's back, THANK CHANGE FOR THAT, Loop was able to mentally prepare themself for what was going to happen while also doing more jobs.

And uh yeah. I might make characters for everyone living in Bambouche because I wanna make more stuff around it so yeah.

NOW FOR SOME EXTRA THINGS! ! !

I like the idea from @str8rat Fear and hunger AU AO3 fic about side effects of being frozen in time so I did it here, less evil tho.

So Nille and others who have been frozen in time for awhile experience phantom- actually its not even really phantom-like, ANYWAYS this basically means they're cold to the touch and struggle to generate body heat.

Nille likes to hug and touch Loop a lot because Loop is naturally really warm, it also helps Loop get better with touch.

Nille may look like a rock type but shes actually a paper type, I've seen others do this before, I also like it.

[drabbles-mc]

Get a Grip

Steve Murphy & OC Maristela Fernandez

Written for my beloved @garbinge for the 2024 Trick or Treat Exchange!

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: obsessed with these two actually. i've written a fic where they're exes. this is a fic that happens before they date. their real relationship exists only in my mind palace lmao

Part of Mari wondered if Steve had always been a night owl, or if that was something that was born out of necessity after getting placed in Colombia. It was hard to imagine him as anything else considering so much of their time together was spent when the rest of their apartment buildings were fast asleep. Even before they reached that level of comfort, intimacy even, with each other, they were sat at their respective desks on the base with no one else but them in the building.

Sometimes it was all three of them—her, Steve, and Javi. But there were some nights, most nights if she was being unforgiving, that Javi was whisking someone away for the night to keep himself busy and leaving Steve and Mari to their own devices. And usually all that meant was the two of them agonized over things that couldn’t get solved in a night, but at least they were agonizing over them together. The old adage about misery and company certainly seemed to ring true for the two of them.

She was one of the only CNP officers who even pretended to have any use for Steve and Javi. They were all outcasts in different ways but each in their own rite. She didn’t have to carry the brand of being an American in Colombia, so she at least had that going for her where Steve and Javi didn’t—but she was still a woman, and that was something that the two American DEA agents didn’t need to worry about when they walked into a room. It hadn’t been a smooth start for the three of them together, and some days it still didn’t feel all that smooth, but they had each other’s backs at least. That was something, even if some days they were still snipping at each other, Mari and Javi ping-ponging back and forth between Spanish and English and Steve just trying his best to keep up with all of it.

It was one of the rare nights when they’d each gone home somewhat early that the phone in Steve’s apartment started to ring. There was a very short list of people who would be calling his Colombia apartment at all, let alone outside standard business hours. Drink in hand, he got himself up off the couch to go and answer the call.

He was leaning against the wall as he brought the receiver to his ear, coiled cord swaying slightly as he spoke. “Murphy.”

“Hey.”

Steve’s brows pulled together. “Mari?”

“You free for a drink?”

Steve blinked slowly, trying to fit the words together like jigsaw pieces in his head. Sure, the two of them sometimes dipped into the bottle that Steve kept in his desk when they were working late, but it was never a formal invitation. It was always about work in some regard. This didn’t feel like that.

“Uh, yeah,” he finally got himself to speak. “Got someplace in mind?”

“Your place,” she answered, faster than she meant to, “or mine. Doesn’t matter.”

He was shaking his head like she could see him. “The hell’s goin’ on with you? You alright?”

She huffed. “I don’t fucking know, Murphy. That’s—that’s why I’m calling.”

He frowned in thought, trying to figure out which of the options she presented him with was a better one. Looking around his apartment, he quickly decided that however her place looked, it was still probably in better shape.

“I’ll come over.”

Even though she had been the one who told him to come over, Mari still found herself flinching when she heard the knocks at her door. Standing up from the tiny table in her kitchen, she quickly and quietly padded over to the door. There was one more knock and even though there was very little likelihood of it being anyone else, she still looked through the peephole to make sure that it was really Steve on the other side.

She flipped the deadbolt and undid the chain lock on her door before pulling it open. Steve looked the same way he always did, except with maybe more confusion in his features given the circumstances, although she also had to admit that confused wasn’t exactly a new look on him either. Even with that being the case, she was certain that she’d never been so relieved to see him.

“Hey, thanks for—” She stopped herself short when the door of the apartment down the hall slowly started to creak open. Mari would’ve known who it was even if she couldn’t see the woman’s face in the sliver of space in the door. “No te preocupes, Señora Sanchez,” she called out, loud enough to make a point but not so loud that it would disturb their other neighbors. Grabbing Steve’s arm, she angled his body so that he was facing the doorway of her neighbor. “Es mi colega.”

Steve felt a little strange being put on display like that in the middle of Maristela’s hallway, for her neighbor who looked as though she must’ve been nearing seventy years old at least. However, Steve didn’t let the woman’s long grey hair and short stature fool him when he could easily see the hefty wooden broom in her hand. He did his best to give as disarming of a wave as possible as he said, “Buenas noches,” with the thickest American drawl both Mari and Señora Sanchez had ever heard.

It must’ve been satisfactory to some degree, because the woman gave a tight nod before pushing her door shut again. In the eerie silence of the hallway, both Steve and Mari could hear the clicking of all the woman’s locks sliding back into place.

“Neighborhood watch?” Steve asked with a half-hearted chuckle, gesturing back over his shoulder with his thumb as he crossed the threshold into Mari’s apartment.

Mari smiled briefly and nodded. “Señora Sanchez is the nosiest woman I’ve met in my life besides my own mother.” She shook her head and walked towards the kitchen. “She’s earned it, though.”

It was the first time that Steve had been really inside her apartment. First time he was doing more than just dropping her off after a bad day. Usually he didn’t make it past the doorway, just made sure that he stood there long enough to hear the locks click and then he was on his way. Everything about this felt different. Almost intimate, almost comfortable. Steve wondered if, now that he was standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, Mari was feeling the awkwardness about it too. At least it was her apartment—home field advantage and all that.

“Drink?” she offered, already making her way towards the kitchen because she knew the answer.

Steve nodded, then noticed the mildly chaotic pile of shoes beside her apartment door. He got around to giving a real answer as he crouched down to start undoing the laces on his shoes. “Uh, yeah. Whatever you’re having’s fine.”

She chuckled, a dry and tired sound. “Good, because that’s all I’ve got.”

Steve’s shoes looked out of place amongst hers for a couple reasons, but the most noticeable of them all was the fact that they were placed very nicely next to each other while all of hers were more or less piled on top of each other.

He didn’t feel right going to her living room and sitting down on her couch, so instead he made his way over to the kitchen. She was just putting the cork back into the whiskey bottle when he stopped next to the counter. She slid the glass bottle against the smooth countertop with an amount of force that had Steve wondering if it was going to crack against the backsplash. It didn’t, and the way that Mari didn’t even give it so much as a cautionary glance had Steve thinking that it was far from the first time she had taken her frustrations out with alcohol in more ways than one.

“Hm?” She offered him the glass, eyebrows lifted expectantly.

He took it, murmuring out a quick, “Thanks,” before taking a long sip. When she mirrored his actions and didn’t make any move to head towards the living room, or start any kind of conversation about why they were in the situation they were in, Steve started it for her. “Something happen?”

“Qué?”

He sent his glass back down on the counter, making a point to do it gently. “C’mon, Mari. You’re not gonna stand there and tell me that you called me over here because you just wanted to spend some quality time.”

It got a smile out of her, even if it was a weak one. “Wouldn’t buy that, Agent Murphy?”

“Might be more believable if you weren’t still callin’ me Agent Murphy.”

Her smile softened a little more even if it didn’t take the exhaustion out of her eyes. “Steve.”

He nodded, picking his glass back up off the counter and lightly clinking it against hers before taking another sip. “Mari.” He paused a beat before asking again. “So? What happened?” He cracked a tiny grin like he knew he was being ridiculous but wasn’t going to be stopping himself regardless. “Qué pasó?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, what little Spanish he did know still coming out so stilted and laden with his drawl. “Don’t hurt yourself—I understand English just fine.”

She let out a deep sigh, staring down into her glass for a moment as she tried to figure out how she should explain to Steve why she called him and asked him to come over. She wasn’t really even fully sure of the reason herself. But she knew that she had to be careful, she knew how easily it could start to sound like something that she didn’t mean at all.

“I was on the phone with my mother earlier,” she finally started. “And she never,” she shook her head, “never asks about work. She doesn’t want to know.”

“Would you wanna tell her if she did?” Steve asked before he could stop himself. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was probably just supposed to be listening, but this was officially the most he’d learned about Mari in a non-work capacity and he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t want to know more.

She laughed. “Fuck no. But it just feels, I don’t know,” she swirled around the whiskey in her glass, “it feels a little like she pretends that it isn’t real. My father, he doesn’t like talking about it either, but I know that he understands what’s going on, how real this all is. Pero, mí mama…it’s like she’s ignoring it all.”

Steve felt like he should be saying something but this was well outside his wheelhouse. If his parents had it their way, he’d be spilling government secrets out over the phonelines all the way to West Virginia. They didn’t ignore anything. He did his best to venture a guess. “Freaks you out?”

She nodded. “Yeah, yeah it fucking does. Acting like none of this is going on when we can barely get enough of a grip on this motherfucker to try and say that he won’t show up knocking on her fucking door?”

“He’s not—”

“That’s not the point,” she cut him off. “You know what I mean.”

He sighed, nodding. “I know.”

“All those late nights and listening in and, and for what? I feel like we don’t even have anything to show for it.”

Steve couldn’t stand there and pretend that he hadn’t been feeling some of those same things over the last couple of weeks. It’d been feeling like they were running a marathon but the finish line just kept getting moved farther and farther away. He hadn’t stopped to think about how that felt for Maristela though, someone who had her entire family in Colombia, living in the thick of it all. Every shoot-out and bombing, in the back of her mind she was always waiting for it to be happening on her parents’ street.

“We’re gonna catch a break soon.”

She let out a hum that was adjacent to amused. “You really believe that or are you just bullshitting me?”

He laughed. “I don’t know. Just don’t think I’ve ever seen you sweatin’ any of this before. It’s freaking me out a little.”

There was something simultaneously annoying yet the slightest bit endearing about the admission. “Well get a grip—we can’t all be losing it.”

He nodded as he brought the glass back up to his lips again. “Yes ma’am.”

It wasn’t supposed to turn into a late night of working. When Maristela had dialed Steve’s number, it was just because she wasn’t quite sure where else to turn, and the only person she knew for a fact would be up late and willing to talk was Steve. Part of her hadn’t even really expected him to agree to show up the way that he had.

But once he was there, and once they got talking about work, it was a quick and slippery slope into really getting back into work. Despite knowing that bringing things home with her wasn’t going to do her any good, Mari still had a habit of stuffing things in her bag whenever she’d leave for the day just in case an idea struck her at an odd hour, if dots decided to connect in the small hours of the morning.

So that was how they ended up sitting on Maristela’s sofa, her legs stretched out on the couch while Steve’s were propped up on the coffee table. She had a headset on, playing back one of the tapes that she’d brought home with her to see if she could try and glean anything from it. Meanwhile, Steve was sifting through photographs that he’d taken, ones that other officers had taken as well. Both of their empty whiskey glasses were on the coffee table, the warm light of the lamps in her living room giving them just enough light for them to see what they were doing without it feeling too bright or too harsh.

Steve didn’t remember either of them falling asleep. However, when he woke up it was to daylight streaming in through Maristela’s apartment windows. His legs, still propped up on the coffee table, were stiffer than boards as he tried to pull them back towards himself. He still had photographs piled in his lap, some of them drifting to the floor as he tried to grease the gears in all his joints again.

Turning to look at Mari, he smiled involuntarily. She was still fast asleep, head nestled in the crook where the arm of her sofa met the back of it. The headset she’d been wearing was cockeyed now, only one side still resting over her ear. It was no longer playing anything yet managed to act as a bit of a headband, keeping her thick dark waves of hair back out of her face. Still, though, she was clutching the tape player tightly to her stomach even in her sleep. She almost looked relaxed—it was the most relaxed Steve had ever seen her, at least.

Leaning forward, Steve propped his elbows on his knees so he could run his fingers back through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. Letting out a deep sigh, he tried to figure out what exactly he was going to do next. He didn’t think that Mari would really care all that much if he just took off—it wasn’t like he was supposed to be staying over anyway. Something about it still felt wrong though.

Slowly getting up off the couch, trying not to think about the popping in his knees as he did so, Steve did his best to straighten up the mild mess the two of them had created the night before. He neatly stacked all the photos he’d been looking at, tucking them back into their respective folders before setting them back on her coffee table. He took the glasses they’d been drinking of and slowly brought them back to the kitchen.

It wasn’t until he sat back down on the couch to put his shoes on that Mari woke up. Her awakening was slow and ungraceful, and Steve didn’t even try to pretend that he wasn’t watching her with complete and utter amusement.

“Fuck,” she grumbled out as she blindly peeled the headset off and rubbed at her eyes. She was still slouched over the arm of the couch.

Steve chuckled. “Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.”

Getting herself to sit upright, she finally opened her eyes all the way. She studied Steve’s face for a moment, like she was trying to figure out what exactly she wanted to say to him. He didn’t seem fazed by their situation, and she wasn’t quite awake enough to feel any type of way about it one way or the other.

“Coffee?”

He looked up from lacing his shoes. “Offering or asking me to make it?”

She smiled tiredly. “Offering, but if you’re offering…”

Steve let a long pause settle between them before cracking a grin. “I’m not.” He stood up, laughing as she rolled her eyes at him. “Nice try though.”

She tossed her headset onto the coffee table before getting up off the couch herself. Walking by Steve, she brushed her shoulder against his own with a purposeful shove. “Malparido.”

“I know that one,” he joked.

She tried to hide her amusement as she retied her hair, getting the sleepy frizz of it all as under control as she could. “Nice to see that all your months in Colombia are finally paying off.”

Steve followed her lead as she started towards her apartment door. There was no discussion needed really about what was happening next. Steve still had to go home, shower, and change before heading back to Carlos Holguín. Mari had to do the same. And neither of them wanted the other to be around for any of that.

Still, before she started undoing the locks on her door, Steve asked, “You good?”

She looked back over her shoulder at him. “Besides the knot in my neck from sleeping on the couch?” She shrugged. “I’m fine.”

“I just—”

She waved him off as she pulled the door open. “I’m okay. Promise.” She leaned against the doorframe and the smile on her face had a genuine air to it that Steve didn’t think he’d ever seen from her before. “Thank you.”

He wanted to say something else, but he wasn’t sure what. He managed a nod. “Yeah. No problem.” Clearing his throat, he found himself shoving his hands back into his pockets once more as he stepped out into the hallway. “I’ll see you at the base?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She let him get a stride and a half away before saying, “And bring me a coffee.”

He laughed and shook his head, but didn’t turn around to look at her as he continued making his way out. Maristela watched him go, an upward curl to her lips as she did. He was hardly out of her eyeline when the door down the hall opened up to reveal Señora Sanchez. She looked extremely ready for the day, like she’d already experienced an entire morning as opposed to Mari who was barely this side of conscious.

Mari raised her eyebrows, waiting for her neighbor to say something. She shook her head at Mari, sarcasm in her tone, almost borderline mockery as she said, “Tu colega.”

Mari sighed, slouching against her doorframe. “Señora, es demasiado temprano para esto.”

The veil of judgment faded from the woman’s face, an odd brand of amusement in its place. The kind that women who had seen enough to know what’s coming tended to have. She smiled at Mari, gave a small nod as she went to slip back into her apartment again, leaving her with, “Buen día y buena suerte.”

She laughed, and even though the woman’s door was closed, Mari still said, “Gracias,” before heading back into her own apartment to get ready for the day.

(divider by @silkholland 💞)

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[helmetkeeper]

,,may i ask for feminine space-related names ,, and/or neopronouns,,

hello!! and yes, of course. i feel unsure about these so it's a tad shorter than normal, but feel free to come back and ask for different ones if you so fancy!

all under the cut.

names!

aquila

astra

astralune

astrid

aurora

callie

calypso

cassiopeia

celestia

cupid

dawn

eclipse

eden

electra/elektra

estel/estelle

esther

estrella

evangeline

fae

faerie

fairy

fleur

gal

galaxia

galaxy

helene

hubble

interstella

laxy

light

luana

lucy/lucie

luna

lux

marina (or marine)

maristela/marystella

merida

mim

mimosa

mira

mist/myst

mistique/mystique

moonette

moonlight

moriah

nebbie

nebula

nebulae

noire

nova

nymph

nyx

nyxia

oberlyn

pandora

paradis

peia

polaris

solaria

spacie

star/starla

stardust

starina

starlight/starlite

starriet

starry/starrie

ula

universe

vega

venus

vesper

wander

wonder

xena

xenia

zenia

neopronouns!

astral

astro

bubble

cas (cascade)

celest/celeste

cu/cue (cupid)

fae

gal

gala

galaxy

gem (or jem)

glo (glow)

hubble

lunar

lune

mim (mimosa)

mist (or myst)

neb (nebula)

nebula

nova

novae

nym (nymph)

sher (form of ‘her’)

shi (shine)

sh⭐️ (she, with the e as a star)

sky/skies

spin

spiral

stardust

supernova

ula (nebula)

uni (universe)

veil

vey/veir

[manyfandomocs]

Okay in honour of finally finally finding a version of pretty smart that I could download/convert/turn into Gregg scene packs I have to ask

Any crossover ideas for the new army of Gregg ocs? 🥺👀

Absolutely I tried to keep these relatively short but it was hard lmao

Wyatt Hayden

Adrian Nelson & Amanda Weston (idk if poly vibes or bestie vibes but something)

Allie St. James

Annabel Harkness (just vibes)

Anthony Byrne (doppelgänger fun)

Ashley Nardini (Cinderella Story: A Christmas Wish said this is a necessity)

Bekah Chamberlain (Idk I think she’d be fun for him)

Casey Boone

Chelsea Geller (idk idk just vibes)

Conrad Huntzberger (I’m just gay. That’s it this is just for Me)

Cosette Gerard

Gabi Mariano

Harry Bechtel & Troy Donahue-Castillo (again I’m just gay)

Heather Belleville

Kaitlyn Lister

Kaylee Hayden (we’ve already talked about them but)

Kippi Doose

Lia Belleville (idk why I’m vibing with the Belleville’s)

Maisie McCrae

Malcolm & Marianne Medina (I couldn’t pick)

Marley Tinsdale

Paige Huntzberger

Romy Danes

Sage Hall

Sophie Dugray

Verity Huntzberger

And then just every Gilmore

Rhett Sheppard

Abigail Claremont-Diaz (either instead of crushing on Alex forever he’s crushed on her or he still has crushed on Alex but seeing Alex and Henry makes him realize it was Abi all along??)

Caroline Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Oliver Cochrane

Cate Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Isabel Luna

Kennedy Quinlan

London Carter

Madison Richards

Margaret Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Cooper Sullivan

Ainsley Winchester

Anna Winchester

Cybil

Dinah Novak

Elle Winchester

Esther Colt

Evelyn Jacobs

Kat Smith

Katia McKinley

Nevaeh Murphy

Samira Devlin

Maximillian Sterling (forgot about my Genevieve Sterling from Riverdale so his last name maaaay change we’ll see)

Abigail White

Blair Dupont

Dominic Forrest (I’m gay)

Eva Gilbert

Harry Saltzman (I’m gay)

Karina Mikaelson

Karissa Marshall

Ronnie Lockwood

Rowan Saltzman (poly with Caroline perhaps perhaps)

Graham Donovan

Anastasia Campbell

Annette Diggory

Bobbie Fortescue

Carina Goldberg (Squib kids squib kids)

Clio Lupin

Danica Lestrange

Elvira Lestrange

Laurel Prewett

Lianne Slughorn

Lyarra Vance

Lysithea Sewlyn

Maia Lupin

Maristela Carrillo

Mavis Bardot

Miranda Granger

Nineve Weasley

Talia Lovegood

Venus Malfoy

Maaaaybe the Invictus crew if we want Andrew to have a doppelgänger too

[sakuramidnight15]

May i propose 👁️‍🗨️ for Chizuko about Keres or Lucia about Maristela?

Hehe-

"Oh, Keres? We've hanged out a couple of times around the dorm the last I've entered, not to be mentioned they're pretty much cool despite their off setting weirdness which that's understanding for me."

These two probably might get along as red duo buddies (red riding hood- you get the vibe-)

"...I'm pretty sure she's one of my dorm mates I can talk with, after all she's quite a peculiar one to me to speak with."

Pretty sure that these two are having a normal freshmen and senior talking which it's comfortable, lucky for Lucia.

[ocprompts]

OMG OKOKOK u dont have to answer this right away but ill tell u about sky now LOL

so here he isss

he's 15 years old and basically his story is that he thought he was a normal kid [ well. as normal as you can be when u live in the middle of the forest by yourself for the majority of ur teenage years ] but that turned out to be Very Completely Wrong !

hes actually an angel and he only discovered that when his wings [ not visible in the pics but theyre there i promise lol ] sprouted and he nearly passed out from the pain lmao. anyways hes a very specific type of angel [ that i created <3 ] called an urban angel thats made to watch over urban areas like small cities n stuff and make sure nothing goes wrong so naturally his wings resemble those of a hawk. also because it's pretty.

hes best friends w maristela [ age 13 ] and her older sibling astrifer [ age 15 ] [ also sky and astrifer are sooo in love but neither of them are aware that its mutual LOL ] and their mother perihelion has basically unofficially adopted him since his parents literally Kicked Him Out Of Their House which is why he lives in the forest

oh yeah also his parents r like major lgbtphobes and they kicked sky out because hes trans so. yeah.

anyways sorry for putting so much text HAHA i luv talking abt my ocs ^_^

he's lovely !

[glassydiatom]

I know it's 3 in the morning as of writing this but hfughhd

Philippe coming home, the city he once defended and upheld in disarray because of his twin sister's rule... Ariana couldn't help but be so ashamed of herself, but quietly, as she defended her own actions by claiming it was for the benefit of magic users

But really it was for her. She sent their knight in shining armor to the seas while she took everything from them, and suddenly after he came back disaster struck echino mesa

Ariana perished first. And Philippe would've survived had he had enough time to cast his powerful spell, but alas she took succumbed to the same date as his twin

Philippes heroic spirit and drive still lives on in Maristela... And to Samson he can't help but feel so haunted by their similarities despite being alive about 1500 years apart

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Fun Fact: Maristela?

Maristela has a dog at school despite it being against the rules. All of the girls in the dorm regularly lie to Snape about it, and one time Daphne said that it's actually just Theo getting off on acting like a dog

[reds-bastard-punk]

⚾️~ OC—

⚾️~ Esther (She/They/It)—

26 years old (same age as Scout but 5 hours older)

Used to be a professional baseball player, unfortunately they suffered a car accident which left them hospitalized, needing a surgeries such skin drafts and eye removal surgery alongside needing relearn how to move on her own, once they recovered they learned they were replaced and forgotten by their teammates

“It’s nothing personal, just doing my job”

Now with the scars, debt and nowhere to go, she turned to her brother who managed to get her a job at RED as a backup mercenary

It is just trying to do their job

🩸~ Appearance—

Very similar to Scout, just a bit more muscular and taller, she has darker hair and brown eyes (like her mother). They have lots of freckles on their face (at least the part that isn’t scarred) and a facial scar starting at the left eye and going down towards her neck

She also has scars on her back, upper arm smaller ones along her leg

⚾️~ Relationships—

Other then her brother, Scout, she doesn’t care much about the RED mercs

Has a complicated relationship with the rest of her family, but is very protective and friendly to her brother

She doesn’t mind the BLU team, it’s just her job, not going out of their way to mess with them or be a jerk but also doesn’t try to be friendly (with the exception of BLU Scout)

⚾️~ Fun facts—

She has a motorcycle

They are the same height as Spy

They smoke, but avoid doing that in front of Scout

Its “headphones” are ear defenders

Usually wears black nail polish, it’s often chipping

☔️~ Helena Maristela (She/Her)—

🦌~ Nameless (She/Her)—

🧵~ Dr. Hans Ludwig (He/Him)—

[roulettesys]

Name(s): Something to do with space/the stars/technology/maybe ending in the suffix -esse. Up to you otherwise. System Role: Up to you Species: Something to do with space, up to you otherwise. Gender(s): Up to you, get silly with it! Sexuality: Up to you Pronouns: Up to you, get silly with it! Kins*: Up to you, get silly with it! Sign Off*: Preferably emojis but up to you ultimately. Extra: I hope I did this right!!! Thank you so much if you take this on!! I look forward to it!!

Thank you for being the first request!! Especially since we've been having a hard night, this was a nice distraction :] I hope this helps you!

Name(s): Vitesse, Maristela

System Role: little, adhd holder

Species: humanoid alien

Gender(s): stelnumic, astralgender

Sexuality: sapphic ace

Pronouns: orbit/orbits, stel/stellar, tech/techs, cos/cosmos

Kins: Space Core (Portal), Benny (The Lego Movie), Marvin the Martian (Looney Tunes), Peridot (Steven Universe)

Sign Off: 👽📺

Extra: Seemingly constantly hyperactive and curious about everything just beyond Earth's atmosphere, tech always makes orbits presence known! The only time stel seems to quiet down is when techs filled with a sense of homesickness for cosmos home planet.

[drabbles-mc]

Not Yours Anymore

Steve Murphy x OC Mari Fernandez

For Day 24 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Challenge: exes having sex

Warnings: 18+, language, smut, hair pulling, alcohol, light angst, Steve being a lil bastard man

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: the way i craft up a new OC and immediately fall in love with her. trust that i WILL be looking for excuses to write more of her in the future sksksk

Narcos Taglist: @garbinge @sizzlingcloudmentality @panagiasikelia @616wilsons @hauntedforsst @mirabee @buckybarneshairpullingkink @boomclapxox @nessamc @supersanelyromantic @padbrookcottage @mysun-n-stars @raincoffeeandfandoms @justreblogginfics @ashlingnarcos @proceduralpassion @artemiseamoon @hausofmamadas @narcolini @cositapreciosa (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

There was a moment when Maristela thought that she was hearing things. It’d been so long since she’d gotten a good night’s sleep that she thought she might’ve finally lost it. She tossed and turned, her thick dark curls spreading across the pillow and getting dangerously close to getting in her mouth as she did so. She tried to force herself to just go back to sleep, enjoy what precious little bit of rest she was getting, when she realized that the knocking sound wasn’t stopping. Someone was actually at her door.

She didn’t have to check the time to know that it was too late for visitors. Grabbing her gun off her bedside table, she fumbled her way out of bed and made her way to the other end of her apartment. She was shaking her head the entire way, partly to wake herself up, partly because she was already annoyed with whoever it was, whatever the situation was about to be.

Standing up onto her tip-toes, she glanced through the peephole. When she saw who was on the other side, she sucked in a slow, deep breath. She was reaching for the deadbolt when the knocking picked up again. She almost turned around and left him stranded there off the principle of it.

There was one more forceful knock before she heard him speak up from the other side. “C’mon, Mari.”

Rolling her eyes, she pulled the door open. Steve froze up, fist raised and ready to start knocking again. Her eyes flicked from his hand to his face. “You wake up Señora Sanchez down the hall with that shit, I won’t stop her from beating you with her newspaper.”

Steve meant to have something witty to say in response to that. He was usually better at that, the bitterness that they tried to pass off as the same rough sarcasm everyone used with each other throughout the base. But after everything that had happened that day, and then to show up and see her standing in front of him the way she was, all of his thoughts came to a screeching halt.

Her hair was messy, frizzy from sleep. He knew that she’d been tossing and turning based off that alone. Despite the remnants of eyeliner that were smudged beneath her eyes, darkening her already dark circles, she looked more alert than he’d felt before she opened the door. He saw the way she clutched her gun tightly in her hand. Her finger wasn’t on the trigger, but it wasn’t far from it either.

He could’ve handled all of those details with some semblance of grace. Or at least, whatever he had that was as close to grace as he could get. But then he saw her standing there in one of his old t-shirts. One that had rips along the seam of the collar, one that he was fairly certain she’d told him to throw out on more than one occasion. And yet she clearly hadn’t gotten rid of it either.

When he had stood there staring at her long enough without saying anything, she prompted him. “What, Murphy?”

He snapped out of it at the sound of her voice, more specifically at the sound of her calling him by his last name as she stood there in his fucking clothes. “I don’t think you get to call me that when you’re still wearing my shit,” he said, gesturing to the shirt she was wearing.

Looking down at herself, she scoffed. “You left it behind—not your shit anymore.” She paused, again waiting for an answer, an explanation, that didn’t come. “So? Did you actually finally come to get your t-shirts back or…?”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Can I just,” he looked up and down the hallway, like he was starting to worry that your neighbor might come out of her apartment with a rolled up newspaper in her hand, “can I come in?”

She thought on it for a beat longer than she should have before finally stepping back, opening the door a little wider for him to step through. As he stepped past her, Mari could catch the scent of liquor, of cigarette smoke. One of those things was a constant with him, and one of them wasn’t. She put the locks back in place on the door, buying herself an extra couple of seconds, also giving him the same in case he suddenly felt like spitting out the reason he had shown up at her door in the middle of the night.

When she turned back around to face him again, the expression on his face had shifted. He still looked tired, still a little over it. But the edge in his features softened just slightly. Taking the few steps from the door to the center of her living room where Steve was standing, Mari raked her hand back through the mess of hair on top of her head. Steve couldn’t help but to notice the way the hem of his shirt crept slightly higher up her thighs as she did so. He also was too aware to miss the fact that it didn’t seem like she was wearing any shorts underneath it.

“Murphy,” she repeated, “what’s going on? Why…” she trailed off for a moment before deciding that the question didn’t need to be built out anymore. “Why?”

He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to fight the urge to snap back at her. An argument was so inviting. It was easy, and they were good at it. But he didn’t need a fight. “Please, Mari,” each word felt like a herculean effort as he tried to keep his tone in check, “can we drop the agent-officer bullshit for a minute? Please?”

That was the most she could ever remember hearing him say the word please. Stepping away, she went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass for each of them. The clatter of her gun against the counter felt deafening with how silent her apartment was.

“What happened?” she asked as she poured whiskey into both of them, a little more in hers than his.

He shook his head. “I feel like I’m losing my fuckin’ mind.”

She shrugged as she put the bottle away. “You probably are.”

“What the fu—”

“I’m sorry, did you come to your ex’s apartment in the middle of the night looking to be coddled?” she asked, the question as sarcastic as it was genuine. She had no idea what the fuck Steve would want from her at this point. He certainly hadn’t seemed like he wanted anything from her when he left her a few months before, throwing all her things that were at his apartment into a box and dropping it off like a care package.

“I don’t,” he shook his head as he walked into the kitchen, taking one of the glasses she’d poured for himself, “I don’t know. Who else was I gonna go to?”

“You and Peña in a spat or something?”

“He wouldn’t get it,” he mumbled out before taking a sip of the drink in his hand.

Mari shook her head. “I don’t think you get it.” She saw the incredulous look on his face and shrugged before downing more of her drink than she probably should have at once. “What? I still don’t know why you came banging on my door tonight.” She swirled the liquor around in the glass. “What do you want from me, Steve?”

His eyes dropped to the glass in his hand. “I don’t know.”

“Not to be a dick,” she took another sip of her drink, “but you remember that you left me, right? If you wanted middle of the night chats, maybe you shouldn’t have dumped me.”

The lack of fault in her statements stung, but still Steve said, “You still let me in.”

“Want me to kick you out?” she countered without hesitation.

“Mari—”

“Quit,” she waved him off with her hand that wasn’t holding her glass, “fuckin’ saying my name like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you give a shit about me still. Like you’re not just here because you didn’t wanna be alone and you’ve got nowhere else to go.”

“Where do you go when you feel like that?”

The question he asked was not the question he meant. What he meant was who do you go to when you feel like that, but she didn’t correct him. “Nowhere,” she replied honestly. “I buckle the fuck down and get through it. Because the last time I tried going to someone,” she motioned back and forth between them, “we ended up here.”

“Want me to go?”

She let out a deep sigh. “So I can feel extra shitty when you leave and go get in a fight with some guy at a bar somewhere? End up in jail, or the hospital?” She shook her head. “No. You can sleep on the couch.”

The lift in his eyebrows said that he wanted to make a comment about the couch, but he was smart enough to, just this once, keep his commentary to himself. “Thanks.”

“Yea.” She finished off her drink, grabbing her gun before going to leave the kitchen. “Wait here. You can borrow one of my shirts.”

“Your—”

“You left them!” she called back.

Steve had no better judgment left at that point, so he found himself following Mari back towards her room. He assumed that she could hear him behind her, but she didn’t say anything. He lingered in the doorway for a moment as she crossed the threshold. It looked pretty much the same as the last time he’d been there. He watched her as she crossed the room to her dresser. She crouched down, pulling open one of the bottom drawers where, he assumed, she kept whatever shirts he’d left behind.

His brain couldn’t take the time to process the weight of that when he saw the way his shirt rode up, revealing the black fabric and lace that made up her panties. He sucked in a quick breath, the sound much more obvious than he had bargained for. He knew that Maristela heard it, because she was shaking her head as she balled up one of his shirts in her hand and stood back up. She nudged the drawer shut with her foot before turning around.

Steve was completely inside her room now. He was looking around, as though that would make it seem like he hadn’t just been staring at her. She tossed the shirt to him. “Couch is out in the living room, in case you forgot.”

He chuckled, catching what she’d just thrown. “Right.”

She collapsed the distance between the two of them. Looking up at him, she said, “Goodnight, Murphy.”

Dropping his head back, Steve stared up at the ceiling for a moment before letting his eyes close. “Can you not, with that?”

“What?”

Tilting his head back down, he looked at her. He leaned in, towering over her. “You know what.”

“If you wanted to stay on a first-name basis, maybe you shouldn’t have—”

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers. He felt the way that she didn’t give in for a moment, the hesitation lasting just long enough to make him think that he was about to be on the receiving end of a palm to the face. He wouldn’t really be able to blame her for it. His body tensed up in return as he braced for it, but instead her palm landed against his chest as she finally let herself give into him.

Steve let the shirt she’d just handed him drop to the floor as he brought both his hands to her sides. They lingered for a moment before sliding down over her hips. He pushed the fabric of the t-shirt up, bunching it until the pads of his fingers were grazing across skin instead of cotton. His fingers splayed across her back, sliding down until they were slipping just beneath the waistband of her underwear.

She broke their kiss as he maneuvered her back towards her bed. “You’re still sleeping on the couch,” she said, her breath warm against his skin.

He kissed her again, rough and brief, teeth tugging at her bottom lip just slightly as he pulled away. “No one’s sleeping yet.”

Steve picked her up, all but tossing her onto the mattress. He peeled his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside before undoing his belt and pushing his jeans to the floor. He was down to just his boxers as he climbed up onto the bed, positioning himself over her, slotting one leg between hers. He kissed her, hand creeping up to cup the side of her face for a brief moment before his fingers wound their way back into her hair. He gripped onto her and pulled, earning a moan from her as her eyes shut, her body moving with the force he was giving. She arched her back, her core grinding against his thigh that was between her legs.

He only let go over her so that he could pull her underwear down her legs. Once they were low enough Mari kicked them off the rest of the way. Her legs were trembling with anticipation as his hand snaked up the inside of her thigh.

“Oh my god,” Steve’s words came out somewhere between a whisper and a moan as he trailed his fingers between her legs, feeling how wet she already was.

Mari tried not to think too much about the sound of Steve’s voice in that moment, tried not to let it sink its claws into her the way that it used to. Instead she gripped onto the waistband of his boxers and started to push them down. A distraction but also something that got them closer to the end goal.

Steve was quick to help her kicking out of his boxers and tossing them off the bed. He pulled her legs so that they were wrapped around his waist. His hand came back to the side of her face. He was about to pull her lips to his, thrust into her and lose himself, but she planted her palm flat against his chest. Her arm was stiff, keeping the barrier between them.

Confusion crossed Steve’s face. “What—”

She answered with her actions instead of her words. Shifting her hips and pushing against his chest, she easily maneuvered the two of them so that their positions were reversed. Steve was flat on his back beneath her, Mari left straddling his waist. He looked up at her, eyes a little wider than they had been. The smirk that was curling the edge of his mouth made Mari’s thoughts get fuzzy for a moment before she remembered the reality of it all.

His hands found purchase on her waist, gripping tight as he lined her up with him. Her palms were flat against his chest, fingertips setting into him just slightly as her eyes raked down his entire body until they reached the point where they were about to be connected. She felt the delicious dig of his grip as he pulled her, thrusting into her.

She would’ve hated how easily they found their rhythm again if it didn’t feel so good. Steve’s hands ran up her back, her fingers curling over the curves of his shoulders as her hips rolled against his. She could feel the tension in Steve’s muscles, the way he was fighting to have any semblance of self-control. His eyes roamed over her body and face. For as much as he was losing himself in the feel of her, all the sensations he thought he’d never get to experience again, he couldn’t help but to soak up the look of her too. The way her jaw was a little lax, the way her hair was starting to fall in front of her shoulders. Maybe he didn’t have the right to be looking at her like that anymore, but then again he didn’t have a right to be doing most of what he’d done already so he might as well go for broke.

Mari moved her hands from his shoulders. Steve watched as she brought them to the bottom hem of the shirt she was wearing. She was about to take it off, easily slip it off over her head and toss it aside with everything else. Before she could, Steve reached out and stopped her, grabbing tightly onto her wrists. She stilled as she looked down at him, traces of confusion lingering in her features along with everything else.

His voice came out low, raspy as he said, “Leave it on.”

She hated that he said it like that. Hated even more that it sent a jolt right to her core to hear it. She listened, though, relinquishing the fabric from her grip. She shook her head at Steve, leaning down to bring her lips to his in a kiss. Right before she did, she muttered out a quiet, “Motherfucker,” before locking her lips onto his.

Once she leaned down to kiss him, Steve wrapped his arms around her. He kept her close, feeling her hips move against his as her tongue slid along the inside of his bottom lip. In that moment the mess of everything was blotted out. It was just her pressed against him, all of the complications of it gone for the time being. Life outside the four walls of her bedroom didn’t exist and they were both better for it.

He could feel that she was getting close, the whines she let out, the intensity of her movements. Steve gripped onto her hair again, pulling her head back just enough so that he could get access to her neck, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin there. He felt the way Mari’s nails dug into him in retaliation, but it only served to help pull him over the edge with her. His other hand glued itself to her hip as he came, pinning her as tightly to him as he could manage as he spilled into her.

She was breathless as she let herself collapse against him. All the tension in her muscles was gone. Her head dropped, forehead pressing against Steve’s shoulder close to where her nails had dug before. Both his hands drifted to her back, wandering over the fabric of the shirt she still had on.

After a few minutes of quiet between them, they each caught their breath. Mari carefully separated herself from Steve, flopping onto the mattress beside him. She was staring up at the ceiling and she could feel him looking over at her.

“You still have to sleep on the couch,” she said, draping her arm across her forehead.

He chuckled. “You sure?”

“Positive.” Her eyes shut, heart still racing faster than it should’ve been in her chest.

“Fine. Gonna keep the shirt you gave me, though.”

She shook her head as she watched him slip back into his boxers and grab the shirt from the floor. She huffed out a quiet laugh as he made his way back towards the door. “Night, Steve.”

He was glad she couldn’t see the small shift in his expression as he registered the words. “Night, Mari.”

[steelfyre]

closed starter ›› maristela hightower , @sepulchcrs

❝ you were  right.  a  breath  of  fresh air was precisely what i needed. ❞   with responsibility heavy upon their shoulders, losing themself in the documents of law was no rarity but the queen's disposition following the wedding was a factor enhancing it. his soul felt more at ease now as he walked about the gardens alongside dear friend. trystane couldn't recall the last time they'd had a moment to simply enjoy the gardens, not that his mind was entirely removed to political worries, but focus was dedicated to trying.

[klinw]

"nganong mag buot man ka uy," her nose wrinkled as her brows met. say what you will about the currently tumultuous relationship between these two (if you can even call it that) but no one really ever got to her like nate did. no, if any one of her friends would peek out and see her demeanor right now, they would be quick to comment how they'd never seen star so annoyed. what that meant in reality was a truth maristela wasn't ready to face.

but her frown doesn't last long. when he's standing in front of her, hair tousled from the wind and the rain, she can't help the concern that etches on her faces instead. though she was covered by the man's jacket at this point, mari had made a small shelter with her arms and hands for his face to keep dry in the rain. "mura ka'g buang," she declared. "if you're going to be like this, fine."

mari was always a stubborn one. too bad for her, he was stubborn too. perhaps that was why they'd been such good friends. before, you know, well... "no. you're not okay," he said, enunciating each word. normally, he'd whine about the way the downpour wrecked his perfect coiffure. but he couldn't even bring himself to think about his hair in that moment. he took off his — expensive, duh — jacket and put it on top of the girl's head. "di tika pasagdan diri. i'm sorry, but dili ko muhawa hangtod okay na jud ka." he sighed. "can't i at least help you get back inside your friends' house until the rain stops?" those were his friends too. but he didn't know if he was allowed to refer to anything as ours — as in mari's and nate's, theirs, something they shared. he sniffed as his nose started to get congested, rain pouring all over him.

[chaoticenxrgy]

closed: @scriptisarcanisx​

The old haunts don't sting as much as they used to and Emilio doesn't know if that's a blessing in disguise or just a sign that he's beginning to be numb to it all. Of course he doesn't have the privilege of losing himself as he mourns the relationship that made it feel like it was easier to breathe when every day felt like drowning. It only takes away his focus from helping his family out and at this point in his life, he's not allowed to do that. Though there are those late night moments, little pockets of time reserved just for him when he can just think back as to what happened, how he practically lost the love of his life, and why he let her go so easily. 

It aches in a way he tries to not think about.

After a shift he's given some free time due to a cancelled class and there's a masochistic part of Emilio that drags him towards the restaurant where they had their first date. The waitress looks at him in pity and he pays it no mind, sitting at the same booth, ordering the same thing as if he's still stuck. He's not; he has something to prove and the repetition helps him become immune to the constriction in his chest when he looks across the table and sees no one there. The meal is eaten in quick bites, his mind drifting, but not too far lest he thinks about a certain person and he has to put in the effort to keep her face away from his memories even if it's so ingrained in his heart that he doubts he'll ever forget.

Figuring that he could use this time to sleep, he heads home to the empty apartment and prepares himself for a night of restlessness once more. Fingers play with his keys as he watches the light of the elevator travel up towards his floor, barely hearing the ding as the doors open. Turning a corner, he has to pause, eyes focusing on the figure in the hallway near his unit. "Maristela?" It's surprising that his voice doesn't break. "Wait. What are you doing here?"