#canon x original character

[destiny-in-the-universe]

RC9GN Ships I’ll Write For

Randy Cunningham x Howard Weinerman (Weinerham)

Randy Cunningham x Theresa Fowler (Fowlham)

McFist x Viceroy (McViceroy? I’ll try at least)

Randy Cunningham x Debbie Kang (Kangham)

Almost any poly ship! As long as it’s legal

X Reader tropes

Canon x Original Character (if you’re going to send me a canon x OC request, please give me some sort of bio and personality for them, and obviously what canon they’re being shipped with!)

All of these requests have to be SFW! I will not accept smut prompts for these characters! Also no -cest ships (Heidi x Howard as an example) but I don’t think that needed to be said pfft

Another thing to keep in mind, I use headcanons and obviously, i do LGBTQ+ relationships! Anon will continue to remain open for the time being, so- please be courteous with me!

That’s it! That’s all I wanted to say!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Rescue in the night (Oc x Eyeless Jack)

raffle prize for @bunny-boi200 ! Hooray I hope you like this!! I had fun figuring out how I want to write Jack's dialogue!! oc belongs to the winner as well! prompt: Lupus is overwhelmed while trying to take out some campers in the woods, thankfully Jack was out to come to their rescue! Notes: Oc belongs to the tagged winner, short one shot, slender mansion timeline/au is teased at the end cws: canon typical violence and death word count: 1034

Lupus lay on the ground, dirt and blood caking the side of his face. His vision blurred as he tried to make out the figures in front of him. Before he could open his mouth to spit the blood filling his mouth, one of the campers kicked him in the face. White hot pain shot through his jaw, he swore he felt some teeth crack under the attack.

He’s thrown on his back, a boot slamming itself into his chest knocking what little air he had left in his lungs. “Get…” He tried to splutter out but it was no use, their attacker only dug their heel deeper into them. 

“Shut it, freak,” The camper on top of them hissed. “We saw what you did to our friend… you’re going to pay-” 

Their friend, killed not long prior by Lupus- a direct order from Slenderman to purge the woods of unwanted guests. He had been so careful to make sure to pick them off out of sight. 

“Get off-!” Lupus tried again, squirming under the weight. His hands scrambled and tugged at the ground around him in a desperate hope to find their weapon somewhere. The campers must have kicked it far out of reach while he was getting beaten. 

The next words miss their ears, the pain in their chest becoming unbearable as the boot is pressed even harder. 

Suddenly, relief. Followed by a mess of panic and swearing. 

Lupus remained on the ground, but from his position he could see a dark figure rush into the man who had pinned them just a second before. A growl too monstrous to belong to a human tore itself through the night air. Lupus finally lifts their head up from the dirt to catch the carnage. 

The shadow sank its teeth into the neck of the biggest camper. Garbled screams nearly drown out the muffled growls of the monster. Flesh tears wetly as the teeth pull away, and the beast uses all of its body weight to slam the man to the ground. 

In a moment it spun around to slash its claws at the second camper, cutting through their torso as if it had simply been wet paper. They fell back, clutching themselves as blood spilled into the dirt below. 

Lupus uselessly twitches his metal leg, the mechanics inside no doubtedly knocked all wrong. All they can do is watch as their savior sinks their claws into the torso of their first victim, before raking their claws down in a clean motion. 

In the moonlight, Lupus finally catches sight of the face- or rather mask- of the hooded figure. Blue faced, with black pits where the eyes should be. A black ooze mixes with the bright red blood splattered on the exposed mouth of the wearer. Sharp teeth glistened, and the air they huffed out was visible in the night. 

It was Jack.

Lupus can only offer a weak smile, one that Jack does not return as his head flicks to the second camper. He only shambles towards them… without much of a pause, he lifts his boot over the head of the pleading man… and brings it down.

Crunch.

A cry.

Another crunch.

The cries are silenced after the third stomp.

Jack lifts his head from the corpse, only making a half-hearted attempt to shake the brain matter off of his leg as he walks towards Lupus. His black tongue flicks over his teeth as bloodied hands pull the mask back into its proper position. 

He doesn’t ask Lupus if they’re okay, or how they got into this position. 

“Can you walk on your own?” Is all he asks as he lowers himself onto his haunches next to them. Lupus’ eyes darted to his snapped leg, wires exposed from under the cracked casing. He could hear Jack click his teeth. A clawed hand grabs his chin, turning it over to assess the damage done to his face. “Big man really rocked your shit, didn’t he?” Jack asked as he turned Lupus’ face from side to side. They were already beginning to bruise, but the smaller cuts on their skin were already caking with dry blood. Jack presses a thumb to a wound that was still bleeding, wiping some blood away when it refused to stop leaking. The claw settles pointed against the skin of Lupus’ cheek before finally pulling away once Jack was satisfied with his quick look over. The hand then slides to Lupus’ lower body; cold hand pressed to Lupus’ shattered leg, of which still carried a dull heat from all the running they had done to try to escape their pursuers. 

“I’m not sure if I can fix this,” He muttered as he moved his arm under the leg. He shifted to pull the other into his grasp. His other hand wrapped around Lupus’ back and gripped his arm. Jack grunted as he rose to his feet, and turned to the direction he had come back to.

“I can patch you up, but fixing your…” Jack pauses, claws tapping against the casings. “Your bits…” He hissed as he walked through the woods trying not to trip on holes and roots.

Lupus leans his head onto Jack’s shoulder. 

“Thank you, Jack.” They mumble as a finger curls around one of the strings of his jacket. They pull it, before releasing. They twirl, pull, and release a few more times until Jack breaks the silence. “It’s nothing.” Short, and forced enough to leave no room to try to make it into an issue. 

“I don’t want you trying anything like that again. If there’s multiple people you need to take out please just.. Ask someone to give you a hand. Hell, I’d be more than willing to step in… I might actually go back and harvest the meat… it’d be a waste not to.” 

Jack finally reaches the steps of the mansion. He shuffles awkwardly up the stairs and shimmies to force the door open. He grunts as he presses his back against the door to shut it. Lupus can practically feel Jack’s body bristle as his gaze settles on the stairs.

Getting to his room would be an entirely different beast…

[niki-pan]

//Canon x OC

I'm too shy to even post this on Twitter so I opted to post it here instead. The OC's name is Haruto~🍀

[ohworm-writes]

Severely unusual and off topic, but you guys should definitely follow me and @legendoftherisingtide's new joint account: @whattheclam! (Don't laugh at the name, but also please laugh at it)

This account will be posting written and digital/traditional artworks with one of my OC's, Inazuma Kaminari, and her pairing with Aizawa Shouta. It will, as such, be an OC x Character/Canon blog.

We don't have anything posted now, but we aim to fill it up with content soon!

Don't be surprised if I become really inactive on this account, because this OC and pairing is, honestly, my current hyper fixation. If it's not something you typically enjoy seeing, don't feel obligated to follow, but it would mean the world if you could.

(Also you should totally send asks and stuff like that once we actually start posting material because we will be either really funny haha or depressing- no in-between)

Anywho, that's all! Hope you enjoy seeing that content soon enough. <3

[izanallu]

They can’t hold hands easily :,)

[cocopudu]

twilight and her little royal stylist 🎀🌟

[hustlebonezzz]

A flash of confidence followed by the immediate fear of ruining something dear. On the other hand, the ready reciprocation and the disillusion of a deeper meaning.

Continued

[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason: Has Bernard always looked at you like that, and if so how did you think he was straight?

Tim, to Steph: Stop telling Jason things.

Steph, ignoring Tim: I took Tim's gaydar cause he's not worthy.

[flowerandblood]

Duty and desire (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x niece • wife female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, smut, angst, praise kink activated, lactation kink, fluff ]

[ description: An incident between her husband and their sons causes her uncle to completely break down. She decides to show him how deep her feelings are towards him and to comfort him. A heartbroken, vulnerable, infatuated Aemond in need of simple tenderness. ]

Author’s note: The events of this oneshot are part of the canon of The Fall from the Heavens series and feature the same characters. I couldn't sleep and that's how I mentally coped with what I saw in the second episode of the second season. You're welcome, lol. If you still didn't watch it, wait with reading it (if you don't like any kind of spoilers). It can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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He had returned to their chamber earlier, tense and visibly frustrated despite the fact that he usually spent that part of the day sparring with their sons, training them in the wielding of the sword.

She smiled at him from above her book, watching as he involuntarily looked into the cradle where Visenya slept peacefully.

The birth of their first daughter was joyous news for the entire kingdom, including them.

"So early?" She asked, spreading out comfortably in her chair, curious about this change of plans. Her uncle only pursed his lips at her words, walking over to the table where she sat and reached for a cup, into which he poured himself a little wine.

He remained silent.

A bad sign.

"What's happened?" She asked immediately, seeing that hundreds of thoughts were currently running through his mind, which if they did not find an outlet would eventually explode in the form of his fury.

He took a few deep sips from his goblet without looking at her, setting it down with a loud clink of steel on the table.

"Viserys and Aegon have suggested that Ser Robert should be the one to train them today. They apparently want to become archers." He said with a sneer and anger that startled her. She swallowed hard, closing the book, understanding full well that his words were only the tip of what he was really thinking about.

"In your presence they always feel they have to prove themselves. They're afraid of being ridiculed in front of you. Maybe it's…"

"At their age I dreamt of my father doing for me what I do for them. This is our time together." He growled, looking out of the corner of his eye into the area where she sat, but not directly at her, immersed in his thoughts, memories and regrets.

"I know." She whispered and her words, something about the way she said them made his lip tremble, made him lower his head in shame and cover his face with his hand, drawing in air loudly.

"They are terrified at the sight of me. Both of them. They don't love me, they just fear me. Their own father." He mouthed, his quivering voice betraying that although he tried to control himself, something about the thought had broken him.

She stood up from her seat, shaking her head, coming up to him quickly, wanting to touch his arm with her hand, but he moved away and turned his head, not wanting her to see what was happening to him.

"If you could hear with what pride and admiration they speak of you when you are not there. They so desperately want to please you." She muttered in pain, feeling a squeeze in her heart at the thought that he might have believed he was a bad father, when they both knew how hard he tried.

"To please me? My sons, they live to please me? And if they don't then what will happen to them? Hm?" He asked and fell silent, looking at her at last, his eye red with grief and despair, his face simultaneously red and pale with emotion, his lips parted in a heavy breath.

He covered his eyes with his hand as he burst into silent sobs, as if he had not stifled the thought for a day or a month, but for years, ever since their first son had been born.

She looked at him in disbelief, stunned, at the same time hurt and saddened by his words, by the thought of how he judged and perceived himself.

"Looking into my eyes do you see anything other than love?" She asked, renewing her attempt, taking a step towards him, and this time he didn't pushed her away, looking at her uncertainly.

"– it's something else –" He whispered.

"– how can it be? – do you think I would love a man who is a bad father to my children? –" She asked further, and he swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing, his cheeks red from tears.

"– stop it –" He said and turned away, wiping his face, walking to the other side of the room, embarrassed and ashamed of his weakness.

"– sit down on the bed, husband – I want to explain a few things to you –" She finally said.

He sighed heavily and did as she asked, making room beside himself, looking down at his hands, heartbroken. She, however, walked up to him and did not sit next to him, but on his lap, surprising him by taking his warm, red face in her hands, stroking his moist skin with her thumbs.

For a moment she simply looked at him, all helpless and vulnerable, feeling the heat in her chest.

"– you're defending our family – you're the rock that protects us – you have to show strength – be determined – and that's hard when you're king and father at the same time – the burden of the crown is great and you know it – you're trying to prepare them for it –" She whispered, with each successive word placing kisses on his red face: on his forehead, his temple, his eyebrows, his eyelid, his cheekbone, his lips, his jaw.

She felt his hands involuntarily rise to her waist, stroking her through the material of her gown.

"– so why don't they understand this? – why do they push me away? –" He muttered, focusing his gaze on her full, plump lips, his manhood hidden in his breeches pulsed softly in a natural reaction to her closeness.

"– because they are still children – children who need their father to love them no matter what – a father who will sometimes let them go their own way –" She said softly, in a gentle, light motion untying the black ribbon at the back of his head, making the front strands of his silver hair fall over his shoulders.

"– I just want to spend time with them like a father with his sons – I want them to need me –" He whispered, and she nodded, letting his broad hand move her hip closer, making her body press against his.

"– I know, my husband – my sweet, sweet husband –" She whispered and heard him draw in the air loudly, surprised, his erection pulsed hard between her thighs.

She licked her lips, wondering if he was aroused by what he was hearing.

"– my husband is so good to me –" She gasped softly, letting their lips join in hot, sticky, lazy kisses, making wonderful heat surge through her body. "– my sweet friend – my sweet boy –"

She shuddered as his fingers tightened on the material of her gown, his throat leaving a sound she had never heard before.

He moaned.

Not the way he usually did, low and deep, when it was on the verge of panting, but high, the way she did when he gave her sweet pleasure.

Their fingers tightened on their bodies, letting their mouths find each other in greedy, violent, deep kisses – his cock between her thighs swelled all over and pulsed, hot, betraying that he was now completely ready to possess her.

"– I love you – please –" He muttered, forcibly ripping her gown off her shoulders, exposing her naked breasts, all swollen with milk. Something like a sigh of delight and relief left his throat as he sank his face into her sternum, his thumbs stroking and teasing her nipples hard from the cold.

She moaned as she tilted her head back, untying the material of his breeches, feeling the wonderful, pleasurable wetness between her thighs, proving that she was ready to receive him deep inside her.

"– my sweet husband deserve to be soothed – doesn't he? – to feel his beloved wife – how warm she is – how wet she is –" She whispered, cupping his swollen, quivering erection in her palm, feeling how incredibly hard it was, its tip thick and smooth, dripping with his moisture.

"– yes –" He mumbled in shame, directing one of her breasts to his face, holding it in his hand, finding her nipple with his mouth, beginning to suck it loudly along with her milk as she guided the head of his cock against her pulsing slit.

"– ah – my husband is so hard for me – makes me feel so fucking good – so, so big –" She cooed, sinking slowly onto his manhood only to lift herself on it with a loud click of her wetness, opening her thirsty, fleshy cunt again and again on his long, throbbing erection.

"– f-fuck –" He exhaled, embarrassed, imposing a fast, aggressive pace on her at once, clearly aroused by what she was saying and how she was behaving, needing her affection, her acceptance, her closeness, everything he couldn't ask of anyone else outside the door of their chamber.

"– it's all yours, my dearest – I can ride you all night – you'll fill me with your seed as many times as I need, won't you? –" She gasped, and he groaned loudly into the skin of her breasts, clamping his hot hands on her hips, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, panting and quivering along with her.

She wasn't sure she had ever experienced a similar orgasm, so overpowering, hot, soothing, delightful.

"– f-fuck – f-fuck, Aemond, yes –" She whimpered, throwing her head back as she felt his body convulse, his warm seed filling her womb wit his low moans of pleasure.

He released her nipple from his mouth, panting heavily, snuggling his cheek into her chest, letting her arms embrace him in a tight grip, her lips placing tender, hot kisses on his hair.

"– forgive me – I'm ashamed – I –"

"– you are my husband – let me give you relief when you need it –" She whispered, combing her fingers through his long hair.

"– but – it was –"

"– a husband can show tenderness and understanding to his wife, but a wife to her husband cannot? –" She asked in pain, and he swallowed hard, letting out a loud, shuddering breath.

"– it won't happen again –" He muttered, needing, apparently, for her to tell that lie so he could stop thinking about how weak he was, how he needed it, how pleasant it was.

That he would beg in his mind for more.

More of her tenderness.

More of her praise.

More of her love.

"– as you wish –"

[the-s1lly-corner]

Gummigoo x Knives (oc)

prize 2/5 for @candy-ac3 ! once more i hope you enjoy and that i did your oc justice!! so so sorry for not adding more to this opening </3 my brain is COOKING!!! notes: this is an oc x canon post, au where gummigoo is allowed to remain in the circus and/or was smuggled in, written pre episode 3 dropping as this post is written on september 27th cws: none

first and foremost, sometimes him and knives go back and fourth- bantering, mostly! with knives' sarcasm and gummigoo's desire to return the energy oftentimes leaves the two just getting into it- not a fight, never a fight.. theres clear amusement on both sides

sometimes he puts his hat on her head to silence her when hes had enough, turning it down to cover her face and gently pushing it into her

likes styling and redoing her braid, even if it doesnt need to be redone. it gives him something to keep his hands busy when thoughts in his head get too heavy- hes still adjusting to learning that everything hes known his entire life was a lie

the healing doesnt feel so taxing knowing he has company by his side... he doesnt talk about it that often, but sitting in silence doing knives' hair is nice...

her fur is nice, too, loooooves running his fingers through it while the two of them are cuddling! hopefully hes totally completely dry, he is a gummy creature after all! it would be at least annoying to get stuck to your girlfriends fur and have to pick to loose bits out after

hes not too big a fan of circus acts, they never really interested him- granted there werent any shows he went to when he wasnt being used in an adventure.... and the atmosphere of the circus definitely has him feeling a certain way- not really suffocating more so overwhelming.... so many colors and shapes and things moving around compared to his old setting...

but he likes staying on the ground, watching knives walk tight ropes- he will always run to try to catch her when she falls, he never really gets the memo that people cant get hurt in this world... its out of instinct, really... and what kind of man would he be if he just let knives fall and he didnt at least try to help her? thats how he sees it at least

not much of a writer but knives convinces him to start writing his feelings out and it does help considerably, even if he never share what he writes to anyone ever

sometimes the two sit and just write stuff, short stories... and read them out to each other

[ghostlude]

more of boothill and his baby (feat my oc bc im crazy and might write angst of these three later teehee)

[thisnoah]

I raise you: more shirtless men

[lorryicious]

BACK WITH THE THERAPRISM COMICS. I was self indulgent this time and put my gravity falls oc lore in it I HOPE THATS OKAY-

If u don't wanna hear about him, just PRETEND THE LAST SLIDE ISN'T THERE. I LOVE BEING CRINGE!!!

haha Jack Cynosure Bill Cipher scar symbolism. A scar for a scar.

Been so busy but finally have a schedule down so expect more Bill art >:))

Also, just a reminder, his scar is TV-STATIC!!, which probably reminds him of Euclydia and his family in general, though either way, he's crying about it!! WOO

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

pssst! how much hair does Jade shed regularly? and ghost’s reaction to her hair all around and about?

like no joke- i have long ass hair and it’s just everywhere. you’re never safe from the long hairs in my home

Not a problem for him (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ 👌

This ask has been on my drafts for a while now but I finally got to finishing it! Hope you like this little comic!

(i myself have a wavy black hair that reaches the small of my back. It's real hard to take care of but I've sworn not to cut my hair until graduation 😂 so I relate to this so much!)

[dedousiki]

alex dump ft. my farmer

[cocopudu]

oh look! two lesbians chilling in the sun! ☀️❤️🌳‼️