#allboutocs

[daughter-of-melpomene]

“I love both of you. You both are strong and courageous and amazing, and I love you. What’s so hard to get about that?”

━━ Dev Kahtri

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @guardiansofheroes, @stanshollaand, @ginevrastilinski, @luucypevensie, @arrthurpendragon, @ocappreciationtag.

[ironverseocs]

OC Halloween Challenge » Day 13 | Time Travel

“I wish I could have seen them in concert.” ~ Lara Irvine is transported to the decade she claims was the best in terms of music. The 1960s.

forever tag: @ocfairygodmother - want to be added? send me an ask!

[emiliachrstine]

JULIA KENNEDY + DICK GRAYSON

You are my dearest friend. My deepest love. You are the best of me.

[raging-violets]

“Are you wearing my shirt?” for pre-relationship Kendall/Riley, please?

The smell ofpaint twitched up Kendall’s nose, making him back away and turn his head, pressinghis face to his shoulder to breathe through his sleeve. When he finally wasclear, he looked back at the wall before him and shook his head as he lookedover the large hole in the wall once more.

One too manytrips down the swirly slide.

He should’veknown his mom wasn’t kidding when she said, “Next one who goes through the wallis fixing it.”

But he wasn’t the one who went through the wall,his hockey stick did. Okay, he was abit too lazy to just go through the front door, but who wouldn’t use the swirlyslide to enter his apartment whenever they wanted?

But to beregulated to a full day of learning how to fix a whole in the wall, gatheringthe supplies, then actually fixing said hole in the wall—all so Bitters wouldn’tgive them their third strike? That was some sort of torture. Especially when itwas such a beautiful day. He could be at the beach, or out playing roller hockey,or getting screamed at by Gustavo.

“It’s notthat bad, Hockey-Head, don’t be a baby,” Riley said, lowering her arms, usingher roller to smooth paint down the wall. She looked at him, tilting her headaside and flashed a teasing smile. “You’ll get used to it, considering how muchstuff you lot tend to break, yeah?”

“Ha ha,”Kendall replied. He sighed heavily, seeing how much longer the repairs wouldtake. Having to wait for the wall to dry and then having to do another coat.Not to mention the constant complaints about the smell and having to keep thewindows open at all times. “At least Gustavo hired professionals to do it.”

“That’sbecause he knew you lot would much it up.”

“Can you bea little supportive?”

Riley turnedto him with wide, innocent eyes. She blinked, lashes fluttering as she asked, “Isn’tthat why I’m here?”

Kendall felthimself smile in response. Yes, it certainly was why she was there. He hadn’teven asked for her help. He warned her about her and her siblings about not usingthe swirly slide to get into the apartment—it seemed to be the only way theyever arrived at The Crib—and she’d asked what happened. He sheepishly filled inthe story and the next thing he knew, she was rolling up to the PalmWoods witha trunk full of supplies to repair the wall.

“I was just goingto get the stuff from Bhudda Bob,” Kendall remarked, when he went out to greether, somewhat dazed at the gesture.

At that,Riley snorted and asked, “You were going to trust getting materials from BhuddaBob?”

“Good point.”Kendall took a long-handled paint brush and a few paint cans from her. “You don’thave to waste your day helping me.”

“No worries,mate,” Riley replied. Then she brushed her hair over her shoulders and addedwith a smirk—of course with a smirk, “I couldn’t have you fuck anything elseup, yeah?”

Now, Kendallbrushed sweat off his forehead and frowned as he folded his arms. Most of the daywas gone, but it didn’t matter. He actually found himself having fun, just ashe always did when he hung out with her. Even with her thinly veiled threat, “IfI get paint on any of my clothes, I’ll kill you.”

Kendall lookedat her then, smiling and looked away when she looked back. Then he did a doubletake, noticing—and simultaneously wondering—that the length of the dress shirtmade it appear that she wasn’t wearing any shorts. (He was not staring at her legs, thank you very much). But then realized theshirt looked somewhat familiar to him. He tilted his head, parted his lips,closed them as his eyes squinted, then finally asked, “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Maybe.”Riley casually glanced down at the flannel that covered her arms. “I found itin the costume closet.” She then gave him a funny look. “Not like you’d knowthe difference, yeah?”

“I might,”Kendall lobbed back.

“How many differentflannel shirts do you own?”

“I don’tknow. I stopped keeping track after the first ten.”

“Do you havesome sort of emotional attachment to it?”

“Oh yeah,that blood stain on the sleeve is from the first fight I got in, in a hockeygame,” Kendall joked back. “I knocked the other kid’s teeth out and still wenton to win the championship game. I’ll cherish it forever.”

“Do you wantit back?” Riley asked, lifting her hands as if to grab the collar. Her eyebrowstwitched upwards, the corners of her lips starting to pull back into a smirk.

“Not unlessyou can get the paint out of it,” Kendall replied, looking over the splotches thatpolka-dotted the front and arms. He then her met her gaze and added with asmile, “And, it looks better on you, anyway.”

[renegadesfanfic]

RENEGADES: POST-ENDGAME AU (THE WIDOW)

The funeral was a spectacle. Hundreds of people turned out, yet it was eerily silent. Many people shed tears and remorse over the loss. Yet, in the middle of all the heart-wrenching grief, stood a young woman who bore their grief--who was leading them forward. Her face was still, eyes dripping with exhaustion--it wasn’t hard to tell she hadn’t gotten any sleep while preparing the funeral. She emanated courage but on the inside she was screaming for help. Terrified and lost, she struggled to keep her head up--struggled to prepare herself for facing the world without him.

[crookedgoddess]

luce tyler + relationships, part two (inspo)

“You are my everything, little Alice. You don’t understand how hard it was to conceive you but once I found out I was pregnant with you - I knew I meant to be your mum.”

The little girl in her lap smiled up at her mother with a gummy smile. Lucinda ran her fingers through her daughter’s blonde hair and smiled lightly to herself. She could see the sad woman she often saw in her dreams, in her daughter. The woman’s name escaped her but her eyes were always drawn to the blood red roses in her room when the woman entered her thoughts. Elise had insisted that the beautiful flowers be in her room, to give it more life.

“Lucinda, Director Sinclair is on his way,” called a husky voice she was coming to know well. Lee Kwangho had been her personal guard for a month now and his presence was becoming soothing in times like this - when the few hours she got to spend with her daughter ended and the loneliness creep back in.

[poeandmoonknightgirl]

Some FBAWTFT edits with my OC Carly Lynn.

Enjoy.

[jamezvaldes]

True Colours:

“I’m a good person. I help people. I’m a good person” Andy repeated as if it was her mantra. But secretly, Andy knew that it wasn’t the truth. She wasn’t a good person, she had far too much blood on her hands. 

Andy’s current actions were completely contradicting her vocal affirmations. She had the man pinned up against the wall. The blade of her knife was lightly pressed into the nape of his neck. It wasn’t cutting through his skin.. well, not yet… He struggled underneath the pressure. Andy rolled her eyes before she slammed his head into the bricks behind him. Blood started to pool at the base of the inflicted head injury.  

“I’m not a good person” she quietly admitted. This was the truth and she didn’t know if she was capable of ignoring the truth.  In her heart Andy knew that she was never a good person, she’d always been the one to skirt along the moral thin line of good and bad. Ever since she could reminder she was morally bad. Her first childhood memory was when she was six years old and had to steal from the local supermarket, since her father was being held on remand, once again. 

“You’re a monster” He spat out as he realised that struggling wouldn’t do him any favours. Andy pressed her knife further against his neck. The cold silver blade broke through the skin. A small trickle of blood flowed from the cut. 

Andy sighed in recognition, what he said was the truth. 

“Yes I’m a monster” Andy cocked her head “But I’m one of my own making”.  

Yes, Andy was a monster, but it wasn’t her father who turned her into one, nor was it any other man who abused and used her throughout her life. Neither was it the work she did for Queen and country. Andy made herself into a monster in order to protect herself. 

With the quick flick of her wrist, she slit his throat open. Blood gushed from his neck. Andy stepped back as his body fell to the ground. Blood still flowed from his injury, as she wiped the blood of her knife on her jeans. Andy walked out of the alley and pulled the lapels of her leather jacket closer to her. 

This was the night that Andy admitted to herself that maybe she was too far gone and will never be able to become a good person. 

[roryleighgilmore]

but if you love me, don’t let go

[daughter-of-melpomene]

RAVEN MAKES HOLLIDAY PRESENTS FOR OTHER CREATORS

Bailey Jenkins + Harley Quinn for @endless-oc-creations

(Hope you like this!!)

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑪 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟏 ("𝑰 𝑨𝒎 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓")

Let’s start off easy! Make something about your oc and their titles; are they a doctor, an agent? What about their nickname, do they have one? What does it mean? Do they like it? Who gave it to them? Maybe you can do their aliases; whether they’ve gone undercover and have a lot of names or just changed it because they want to, go crazy!

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Loreid (Eli Logan + Spencer Reid).

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of past child abuse, mentions of emotional abuse, kissing.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Written for day one of Criminal Minds OC Week, featuring autistic Spencer Reid (not really mentioned, but he is).

(𝑨/𝑵: 𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝑪 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆, ��𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚!)

𝑬𝑳𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑭 many names.

First there was the one he was born with, the name on his birth certificate: Elias. When he was young, he hadn't minded the name so much; it was fancy, after all, and his father had told him that it had been his grandfather's middle name. Said grandfather, the father of Eli's own dad, had died of a heart attack before Eli's mother had even gotten pregnant with him, and to six-year-old Eli, so fascinated with all things morbid even at such a young age, it had been a source of pride. Naïve as he had been, he’d thought that being named after a dead man was something pretty cool.

But the liking his birth name hadn't lasted very long. Because Elias, that same name that he shared with a dead guy and had used to think was so cool, had quickly become a weapon in his mother's mouth. Whenever Christine Logan was five glasses of wine deep and began to rant at her son, the name his father had fought to give him would come from her mouth like a lash in the air, the disgusted way her lips curled around the syllables making it sound like her own son’s name left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Elias, you’re such a disappointment.”

“Elias, you’re a hideous thing. I can’t believe something that looks at you came from me.”

“You’re worthless, Elias! I wish your father had thought to use protection, that way we would never have been stuck with you!”

The scars left by the blade his mother had made his name into were such that he never wanted to be called Elias again. He tolerated it from his superiors, people he couldn’t correct for fear of professional reprimand, and strangers, people who could be forgiven for it because they didn’t know any better. But everyone who knew him in his adult life had come to know this simple rule: call Eli by his government name, and you get your teeth knocked in, either by the man himself or by Morgan, who would do just about anything to keep people from hurting his friends.

Aside from his birth name, Eli had been known as a couple different things. He was Mr. Logan to people outside of work, but in a more formal setting than just a random exchange in public, and Agent Logan to other FBI employees or any civilians he talked to on a case. He liked Agent Logan - it called to mind the feeling he’d used to have about Elias, that pride that warmed up his chest and made him break out in a smile. Now, however, it was pride at fulfilling his childhood dream of taking down killers, rather than simply sharing the name of an old man who had been murdered not by another human, but by his own body turning against him.

Mr. Logan he liked much less. It wasn’t bad, but it reminded him too much of his father, of the painful past he tried so hard not to let define him. He hadn’t spoken to his father in over five years, and could often go days without remembering he even had a father, but whenever someone called him Mr. Logan, all those painful memories, all the trauma and pain, came rushing back, and it was all he could do to get out a strangled “Mr. Logan’s my father, call me Eli.”

But now, as he sat in mostly dark apartment, the comforting weight of one Spencer Reid curled up against his side as they watched episodes of David Tennant’s run on Doctor Who (Spencer’s choice, not that Eli was complaining; he could stare at both David Tennant and Billie Piper for hours), Eli wasn’t thinking about any of his names, or the feelings attached to each one. All he was thinking about was the feeling of Spencer’s shirt beneath his fingers, the soft strands of that famous hair as they tickled his cheek, and, only slightly, exploits of Rose Tyler and, in his opinion, the funniest Doctor to ever ride in a TARDIS.

He continued to think about those things for a while, until, as another episode ended and the credits started to flash onto the screen, Spencer abruptly sat up. Eli felt the absence of the other man’s head on his shoulder keenly, and almost without thinking, he started to reach for Spencer to pull him back, but quickly placed his hand back down on the couch, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“What’s up?” Eli asked, leaning slightly toward the man he’d been going on dates with for the past three weeks. Seeing the clear nerves on Spencer’s face and noting the way he’d started fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt, worry began to spark in Eli’s gut. “Spence?”

“I, uh…” Spencer began, then cleared his throat before continuing. “I have something to ask you?” It seemed like a statement, but his words lifted up at the end of the sentence, as if asking for permission to ask Eli his question.

“Yeah, sure,” Eli replied, curious about where this was going. It couldn’t be about a case, Spencer was never this nervous talking about work. Was he going to say he didn’t want to go out with Eli anymore? Eli desperately hoped not. He cared about Spencer too much for it not to hurt if the other man had decided he didn’t like him romantically after all.

Spencer turned to face him now, anxious hands still playing with the ends of his sleeves. He was pointedly avoiding eye contact, and though Eli knew logically that that was only because Spencer generally found it uncomfortable, it didn’t do anything to help the anxiety slowly building in his chest.

”So, um…” Spencer began, awkwardly fumbling over his words. “We’ve - we’ve been going on dates for a few weeks now.”

“Yeah, we have,” Eli agreed, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. Oh, he really hoped Spencer wasn’t about to end their relationship before it even took off. He knew without a doubt that it would crush him.

“And given that it’s been three weeks, and I know people normally cement their relationship status by this point…” Spencer broke himself off, swallowing deeply before dragging his eyes to actually meet Eli’s. “I was wondering if, maybe… you might want to make this official?”

It took almost a full minute for Eli to actually grasp the meaning of Spencer’s words, but when he finally did, it was like fireworks had exploded in his chest. A huge, cheek-stretching grin broke out across his face, bright and glowing joy flooding through him and making him have to suppress a whoop of celebration.

“Spencer Walter Reid,” he said, trying hard not to just grab Spencer and kiss him senseless right there. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

Spencer let out a small huff of laughter and rubbed the back of his neck, staring awkwardly down at his lap. “I guess so? It’s totally fine you don’t want to or I’m moving too fast, but I do really like you and I just thought-”

“Spence,” Eli cut him off, impulsively reaching out and grabbing the other man’s hand. Spencer flinched slightly at the sudden contact, and Eli quickly made to pull away, but to his surprise, the doctor laced his fingers with Eli’s before he could.

Looking at their joined hands, Eli’s smile stretched wider, and he continued what he’d been saying. “I’d love to be your boyfriend. And for the record, I really like you too.”

Looking back up at him, Spencer smiled shyly, and so cutely that Eli wanted nothing more than to sweep the genius into his arms and never let him go. “Yeah?”

“Definitely,” Eli responded, then, unable to resist anymore, asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yep, yes, absolutely,” Spencer said eagerly, nodding his head fervently, and Eli couldn’t help but chuckle before leaning forward and capturing Spencer’s lips in his own.

And as two sets of lips moved against each other, only breaking apart when there was no more air in either of their lungs and going back to cuddling and watching the Tenth Doctor and Rose have adventures through time, Eli’s mind finally turned to his various names.

He found, however, that of all the things he’d been called throughout his life, none of them sounded quite as sweet and utterly right as Spencer’s boyfriend.

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @guardiansofheroes, @stanshollaand, @ginevrastilinski, @luucypevensie, @arrthurpendragon, @ocappreciationtag.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

MY CRIMINAL MINDS ORIGINAL CHARACTER, EDDIE BAKER

𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑪 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲: “ 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝟐: 𝑾𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆”

Make a character profile of your oc! You can tell us about something simple like their traits, their appearance, their big three or maybe something more specific like their background or their family tree, anything you can think of!

BASIC INFORMATION ———

FULL NAME: Edward Peter Baker, Jr.

OTHER NAMES: Eddie (universally), Ed, sweetheart, Agent Baker, Mr. Baker.

NAME MEANINGS:

Edward - of English origin, meaning prosperous.

Peter - of Greek origin, meaning stone.

Baker - of English origin, meaning to dry with heat.

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus (born April 30th, 1970).

BIRTHPLACE: Quantico, Virginia, USA.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Quantico, Virginia, USA.

NATIONALITY: American.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, American Sign Language, Spanish (not fluently).

GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender man.

PRONOUNS: He/him.

ORIENTATION: Homoromantic, homosexual.

OCCUPATION: Agent in the FBI’s Critical Incident Response Group.

FACECLAIM: Elden Henson.

PERSONALITY ———

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff - “the badger”.

“Students belonging to this house were known to be hard-working, friendly, loyal, honest and rather impartial. It might be that due to their values, Hufflepuffs were not as competitive as the other houses, and were more modest about their accomplishments. Hufflepuff was the most inclusive among the four houses; valuing hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play rather than a particular aptitude in its students.”

MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ISFJ - “the defender”.

“This is a capable, can-do personality type, with a wealth of versatile gifts. Though sensitive and caring, Defenders also have excellent analytical abilities and an eye for detail. And despite their reserve, they tend to have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships. Defenders are truly more than the sum of their parts, and their varied strengths shine in even the most ordinary aspects of their daily lives.”

ENNEAGRAM: Type Two - “the helper”.

"Twos are empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. They are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing, but can also be sentimental, flattering, and people-pleasing. They are well-meaning and driven to be close to others, but can slip into doing things for others in order to be needed. They typically have problems with possessiveness and with acknowledging their own needs. Unselfish and altruistic, they have unconditional love for others."

ZODIAC: Taurus - “the bull”.

“Practical and well-grounded, Taurus is the sign that harvests the fruits of labor. They feel the need to always be surrounded by love and beauty, turned to the material world, hedonism, and physical pleasures. People born with their Sun in Taurus are sensual and tactile, considering touch and taste the most important of all senses. Stable and conservative, this is one of the most reliable signs of the zodiac, ready to endure and stick to their choices until they reach the point of personal satisfaction.”

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good.

“A lawful good character typically acts with compassion and always with honor and a sense of duty. However, lawful good characters will often regret taking any action they fear would violate their code, even if they recognize such action as being good.”

LOVE LANGUAGE: Gift giving (giving), quality time (receiving).

SKILLS: Observational skills, photographic memory, mild skill with a firearm, first aid, cooking, piano, drawing, people skills, knowledge of American geography.

LIKES: Taking down criminals, cooking, good music, spending time with his friends, romance, a good book, children, comic book movies, romantic comedies, puzzles.

DISLIKES: Sudden changes, any kind of discrimination, any kind of abuser, people who mistreat public servants, missing a shot, dirty jokes, ableist people, smoothtalkers.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Snakes, drowning, losing the people he cares about, dragonflies, wasps.

BACKSTORY ———

Edward Peter Baker, Jr. was born April 30th, 1970, to Leslie and Edward Baker, Sr. Born and raised in Quantico, Virginia, home of the famous FBI Academy, Eddie grew up surrounded by people who wanted to join the Bureau in order to keep the United States’ civilians safe, but his desire to be one of those people would not emerge until later in his life.

When Eddie was nine years old, he finally got a perfect score on one of his math tests after struggling with the subject for months. Ecstatic that his studying had paid off, he dashed home after school, eager to show his parents what he had accomplished. However, he was greeted with the sight of his mother bent over the kitchen table, sobbing heavily and clearly distraught. When a worried Eddie asked what was wrong, his father, who was also struggling to hold back tears, told him that his aunt, his mother’s older sister Molly, had been murdered by a robber who had attempted to steal her purse.

Over the years after his aunt’s death, Eddie’s parents both began to struggle in their own ways. Leslie Baker turned to alcohol to numb the pain of her sister’s death and was intoxicated for much of Eddie’s older childhood, and the senior Edward completely burned himself out trying to work hard enough to support three people at once, eventually dying of a heart attack when Eddie was eighteen. Leslie’s drinking got even worse after that, and Eddie was forced to put off going to college to take care of her, even though he had been offered several scholarships.

When Eddie was twenty-two, Leslie finally succumbed to her alcoholism, dying of liver failure in a local hospital as her son tightly clutched her hand and begged his mother to stay with him. After her death, the desire Eddie had been nursing since his aunt’s murder, to capture and put away criminals who could ruin lives like the mugger who had ruined his parents’ and his by extension, returned with a vengeance, and he became more determined than ever to fulfill this career goal.

Putting himself through university by working three jobs at once and struggling to pay off his mother’s hospital bills and funeral costs at the same time, Eddie earned degrees in criminology and criminal psychology, eventually entering the FBI as an agent for its Critical Incident Response Group. Eddie relished this job and every case his team tackled, and worked just as hard as he had to earn his degrees and get there. He genuinely appreciated and cared about all the people on his CIRG team, but he’d never had that many friends anyway, and how dedicated he was to his job didn’t leave much room for anyone else in his life.

That was, until his team had been instructed to work a case with the Behavioural Analysis Unit, and Eddie met some people who would change his life for the better.

RELATIONSHIPS ———

FAMILY: Leslie Baker (mother), Edward Baker, Sr. (father), Molly Denborough (maternal aunt).

FRIENDS: Penelope Garcia (best friend), Spencer Reid (best friend), Derek Morgan (friend), Emily Prentiss (friend).

ACQUAINTANCES: Jennifer Jareau (acquaintance), Jason Gideon (acquaintance), Elle Greenaway (acquaintance).

ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Clark Renner (ex-boyfriend), Zach Brighton (ex-boyfriend), Bruce Harlan (brief fling), Derek Morgan (brief crush), Aaron Hotchner (current romantic interest).

TRIVIA ———

Eddie is a very good cook, and he makes amazing butter chicken.

Eddie has a rather large celebrity crush on Val Kilmer.

Eddie is a huge comic book nerd, and as seen every movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe at least twice.

Eddie has read the entire Percy Jackson and the Olympians series in a week.

Eddie’s gay awakening was Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

PLAYLIST ———

i. “mister cellophane” from the musical chicago.

ii. “ivy” by taylor swift.

iii. “burn the house down” by ajr.

iv. “getting older” by billie eilish.

v. “liability” by lorde.

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @guardiansofheroes, @stanshollaand, @ginevrastilinski, @luucypevensie, @arrthurpendragon, @ocappreciationtag, @fyeahcriminalmindsocs.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

INTRODUCING... MY DC ORIGINAL CHARACTER, PAISLEY HARLOW

❝ Paisley had wanted to be a hero since they were twelve years old. Like most kids in Gotham City, she had grown up hearing stories about the Batman roaming Gotham's dark streets every night, delivering justice and putting criminals away where they belonged. They had noted every new Robin, every new Batgirl, and been thrilled when Batwoman first arrived on the scene. But when the Green Arrow made his debut in Starling City, Paisley realized exactly what Gotham, even with all its badass black-clad angels of justice, was lacking.

Gotham needed an archer. And Paisley, twelve years old but already able to outshoot her professional archery instructor, was the just the person to give it one.

And so they had trained. She had spent every second of her spare time improving her shooting skills until she very well could have gone to the Olympics if they'd chosen, and working with the MMA instructor she'd begged their parents for when she'd turned fifteen until they were sure she was nearly on Batman's level. And on their twenty-third birthday, right after starting her second year of university, Paisley made their debut on Gotham's streets, taking down several muggers and thieves on her first night and capturing the attention of Gotham's media.

While the rest of Gotham was mainly amused by this new purple-clad vigilante calling themself Sagittarius (an archer! In Gotham! Can you believe it?) Jason Todd was intrigued. He'd seen the videos; this chick had major skills, and he wanted to know who she was. And as it turned out, she wasn't that hard to find. A first meeting occurred while sharing the takedown of a drug shipment, a conversation happened, and an agreement was reached: neither young vigilante particularly wanted to be a sidekick or a partner, but there was no shame in lending or taking a hand whenever they crossed paths, right?

Two years later, Paisley's nighttime career, as well as their deal with Red Hood, is still going strong. She works as an secretary at Wayne Industries during the day, slings arrows by night, and pretty much always hopes to run into the scarlet-hooded anti-hero, who isn't nearly as cold and intimidating as the public seems to think. But with every assist, every trading of back-and-forth banter, they can't help but wonder even more: who is this dry-witted gunslinger, and how can she be this attracted to him when they've never even seen his face?

Well, Paisley supposes, nothing is ever normal or unconfusing in Gotham. And when you're a vigilante, even less so. ❞

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @stardustocs, @artemisocs.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

INTRODUCING... MY DC ORIGINAL CHARACTER, IVANA MOZOROVA

❝ There may have been a number of people who knew about the existence of the League of Assassins, but only a very small circle knew that the seemingly all-powerful league had an enemy. An extremely shadowed organization, run out of Moscow by an incredibly skilled former employee of the League, which plucked abandoned and orphaned children off the streets and out of the foster system and trained them to become the most skilled, ruthless killers imaginable. That was the only information known about this organization, aside from its name, which was often whispered among League members with barely-disguised nerves: Logovo L'vov.

Translation? "The Den of Lions".

Ivana Morozova was one of the many neglected children who had been stolen and trained by the Den. Taken at only two years old, she had grown to become the Den of Lions' proudest achievement, earning the codename Vdovets ("widower") because of the amount of married, powerful men she had killed over the years. But unlike her fellow assassins and the trainers who had raised her, Ivana was not proud of anything she had done. She despised what she was expected to do, she despised what the Den had forced her to become, and she wanted nothing more than to escape.

Then one day, finally, she seems to get her chance. Den agents are rarely given assignments outside of Russia, but it seems the heads of the organization want to ramp up their war against the League of Assassins. As such, Ivana is given what is undoubtedly her most difficult mission yet:

Go to Gotham City, find Damian Wayne, current Robin to his father's Batman and heir to the League of Assassins, and kill him.

Seeing her chance of escape, Ivana heads to Gotham, fully intending to start a new life for herself and hoping to never participate in violence again. But after seeing the amount of crime and violence in this city, her conscience will not let her rest, and she quickly becomes Gotham's newest vigilante. She becomes the Whisper, an angel of justice clad in all white who completely hides her face and never utters a sound, simply giving criminals a sound beating and dumping them on the GCPD's doorstep.

Ivana now lives her life with two simple goals: protect Gotham City as the Whisper without letting anybody know her identity, and never let Logovo L'vov find her. But her former handlers are determined to find the girl who betrayed them, and Nightwing, with his charming smiles and quips that isn't nearly as witty as he thinks, can't seem to leave her alone, whether she talks or not. And even worse, Ivana isn't entirely sure she wants him to.

Ivana had promised herself that she would stay away from the Wayne family, lest anyone ever figure out she's been tasked with killing one of them. But she, like everyone else in the Den of Lions, knows Dick Grayson's true identity - and with every late-night meeting in costume, she comes closer and closer to wanting to reveal hers.

As the Americans like to say: out of the frying pan, into the fire. ❞

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

INTRODUCING... MY NATIONAL TREASURE ORIGINAL CHARACTER, LAURENS GATES

❝ Laurens Gates - full name John Laurens Gates, but nobody besides his parents had ever called him John and escaped unscathed - had never believed in what was supposedly his family's history. Unlike his older brother, who had wholeheartedly bought into the stories their grandfather kept telling them and spent most of his childhood planning how he would become the Gates to finally find the Templars' lost treasure, Laurens patiently listened to his grandfather's rambling tales and then rolled his eyes the second the old man's back was turned. He wasn't trying to be rude - he was by nature sarcastic and pessimistic, but never outright rude - but it had always seemed impossible to him that such a large and important treasure could have gone unfound after so many years and so many people trying.

Having fled his dysfunctional family home as soon as he graduated from high school, Laurens had chosen to pursue a drastically different path than his brother, one that was at once less practical as an artist's career and more practical than running off to look for treasure. While Ben had run off to treasure hunt after only two years of college, with a degree he never would've gotten if it wasn't for their mother's nagging, Laurens had studied the traditional four years, earned his degree in fiction writing, and fought to get published the stories that he had been working on and honing his entire life. And eventually, he did; one of his works, the heartfelt magical realism story that was nearest and dearest to his heart, had gotten picked up and published, and before long, Laurens had been thrust into the limelight, with a book that stayed at the top of the New York Times list for two months and left readers clamoring for more.

Five years after that first novel, Laurens has finished the bestselling trilogy that came from that story and now aims to begin a new novel - one about adventure and romance, filled with adrenaline-fueled chases and heart-pounding action. The only problem is that he can't seem to get the damn thing started, no matter how many hours he fills with staring at his blank computer document or trying exercises for overcoming writer's block.

And then his dear older brother, whom Laurens hasn't spoken to in almost a year, calls him up and tells him that he's finally made a breakthrough in his hunt for the Templar treasure. While Laurens still can't quite bring himself to believe that the treasure really exists, he figures that the hunt Ben is attempting to drag him on might provide some inspiration for his novel, and so he takes his brother up on the offer to accompany his expedition to the Arctic Circle.

And promptly finds himself caught up in a real-life adventure, racing against the clock and Ben's traitorous ex-partner to find the treasure first, carrying out elaborate plans to steal priceless historical documents - and potentially developing feelings for his brother's cute and awkward assistant.

Forget writing an adventure story - with only one phone call from his brother, Laurens has found himself living in one. ❞

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

INTRODUCING... MY GHOSTBUSTERS ORIGINAL CHARACTER, SAMANTHA ROSS

❝ Samantha Ross had been obsessed with all things paranormal from a young age. Though her parents worried for their daughter, often encouraging her to take up more "normal" interests - as if normal was even a real thing - Samantha had always been perfectly content to be that weird kid who told the scariest ghost stories at sleepovers, knew all of New York State's urban legends by heart, and spent most of her nights reading horror novels under her covers with a flashlight.

Her interest in the scary and macabre continued into her adulthood. Earning degrees in both parapsychology and education, Samantha bounced around several different schools in New York City as a substitute teacher before earning a position at a university in Manhattan, where she met three of the strangest men she'd ever met. But Samantha had always liked strange, and she was quick to make friends with her three fellow scientists, settling into a routine that she quite enjoyed. She would help Peter with his various psychological experiments, do her own research on various ghost stories and urban legends from around the world, and occasionally step in as a substitute professor when it was needed. Life was good, if a little weird whenever Ray and Egon dragged her along on their ghost-hunting expeditions.

And then, immediately after coming across a real ghost at a public library, the four scientists are fired from their positions at the university, and Ray has the genius idea to open up a ghost-capturing business. Samantha isn't sure how she feels about going into business for such a thing - who's going to pay to get rid of something most people don't even believe is real?

Still, it's not as if she has anywhere else to go, so Samantha follows her friends into this odd business venture, pleasantly surprised when they actually receive some clients. And then it turns out some big bad demon-god thing wants to invade Earth and use New York as a doorway, and that Samantha, Peter, Egon and Ray may be the only ones equipped to stop it.

Well, Samantha supposes, this is what she gets for taking a job that requires her to introduce herself as a Ghostbuster. Still, she's willing to fight with her friends - and the man she's come to love - and defend her city, even if it might mean becoming a ghost herself. ❞

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @stardustocs, @artemisocs.