aight so lets get this whole deal rolling already!
basically i got a bunch of oc's- some go through other universes as a treat/dont really have a canon one of their own
but lets go with the basic oc's that i thought the most about
[bioluminessy] yeah that's what im calling this batch of oc's (basically the glowy magic dudes all connected) JsjSHJSDDS
⚔️Kai the blacksmith (she/her),🍀Deckard Pierre the pirate (he/him) and is pan, 🌊Finley Waters the merman/loch ness monster (he/him, they/them) he's demiromantic and ace, 🎇Lucas Saylor the part firefly superhero (he/him) gay, 🌹Aaron Saylor (he/him) biromantic, Aaron and Lucas are brothers. 🍄Dew Skelton the forest monster (he/him) greyromantic/ace, 🐗Haco Key (he/him) panromantic, and 👑Payton Harp the knight (he/him) homoromantic/ace, 🌸Kaya Darrow (she/her) and trans, 🦭Pat the selkie (he/him), trans and bi, 🍂Autumn the moth creature (they/them) aromantic and enby
also LOTS of aus with these guys- of which Damien, (the-moon-pal) and i talk about and create ideas for together :3 and he makes amazing art of some ideas
(including one au that they're hanging with Leo and Sunny- im gonna talk more about them below)
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aand the universe they're both in doesn't have a specific name! just been calling it the 90's time universe- self explanatory :] i just wanted to have fun with oc's in the 90's/ 80's time
-the ones in here are 🪶Leo the angel (he/him) panromantic and trans masc, and 🦇Sunny the vampire (they/them) non-binary,
they're best buds/act a lot as each others siblings and i do not have a tag for em yet DjHDJDHDJFJFK- also with sunnys three greaser dad figures that all basically take care of them who are named Ryan (he/him), Arthur (he/him), Tyson (he/him)
tho i have more ideas of oc's that can join this universe im leaving it at those two for now till i come up with names/designs for the others!! i just know that they might not canonically with the bioluminessy group- i just think the ideas of em all hanging out would be neat :3
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aaand the bots- also doesn't have a full on name yet so they're just the bots for now ig
this one is actually linked with a universe in a story i haven't messed with in ages-and that i'll give more info on later if i remember some stuff DjdHDJDJDJ
but basically all of the story here happens in space-
and the oc's in here are Casey Cakeroll 🍰 (he/him) bi, Citrine Soursweet 🍋(she/her) lesbian, Owen the robot cowboy 🤠 (:3 haha cowboy emoji go brrr) (he/him) aro-ace, Peppy the pop mascot 🥤(she/her, they/them) pan, Sal the balloon butcher 🎈(he/him) greyromantic, and.. Nicky the slime dude 🛸💫 (he/him) aro-ace, also dami gave the slime dude to me a while ago and so i'm 💕💕 for that and def been having fun coming up with ideas for em :]
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ok! and the old ones i haven't messed with these oc's much nowadays DhHDJDDJDK-
and this universe is linked with the bots ones
but yea so Jiodihs the emotion spirit (or Jio for short) he/him and gay, Presm the time spirit (he/him) and bi, Cyrus the robot in space (he/him) aro ace, Drew the angel of death (they them) aro ace and non-binary, Sammy the shopkeep (he/him, they/them) gay, Smith the blacksmith (he/him) gay (and also in a relationship with sammy) are there
tho ngl only cyrus has anything to do with the bots and that whole story in general- but yeah :]
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i think that's about it for oc's-tho i highly doubt anyone's gonna read this far- this is for me to keep track and stuff- also i put the emojis there to keep track of where the names are- i didn't do it for some tho bc ehhh i don't talk much bout em anyways uwu
also i left some stuff bout some oc's orientations blank bc i just haven't thought of em/or just don't wanna
anyways that's it! idk how to end this post sO!
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title: super cool
pairings: roceit, analogical, qpr remy/remus
summary: roman, who is a giant nerd, is pining after the most popular guy at school.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: swearing, anger, frustration, crying, a couple of sexual jokes (skip the tiny scene that starts with remy speaking), sympathetic deceit, remus, threats (as jokes), self-deprecation, lying, meddling with relationships, shame, brief humiliation, embarrassment, the briefest food mention, slight misunderstandings, awkward conversations, and possibly something else
a/n: this was commissioned by the wonderful, lovely @adultmorelikeadolt who suggested that i write this after complaining about not having any ideas on what to write. this definitely has room for a second part, so... maybe i’ll write another? idk. maybe if i get an idea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also yes i know that there are a ridiculous amount of ace and aro people in this fic but guess what? idgaf!!!! ace!roman and aroace!pat, remus, and remy are all great and i’d be an idiot if i didn’t add them all in. not to mention a little bit of enby!logan!!!! i’m in love with them all so i get to make the rules
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“Roman, stop being a fucking creep,” Virgil chided from his perch on Logan’s lap. He flicked an overcooked pea from his tray, which hit Roman square on the cheek.
“I am not being a creep,” Roman snapped, not taking his eyes off of the boy he was staring at. “I’m admiring.”
Logan quirked an eyebrow, shifting their gaze between Roman and the boy across the courtyard. “I’m almost certain that you’re being a creep.”
“You’re biased because you’re Virgil’s partner! That’s not fair at all,” Roman huffed. He turned to look at Patton. “I’m not being a creep, right?”
“Well...”
Roman gasped. He dramatically pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “I can’t believe I’ve been betrayed by all of my friends! I thought you cared about me, but I was horribly mistaken!”
“Maybe if you didn’t awkwardly stare at Damien during lunch, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Virgil suggested.
“Well, it’s not as if I could talk to him!” Damien Taylor was easily the most popular guy at Sanders High. There was no chance in hell that Roman Fairfield, resident history nerd and drama geek, could so much as stand within five feet of him, let alone strike up a conversation.
Patton rolled his eyes. “It isn’t illegal to talk to him, you know. Just compliment him on his dress or something.”
“It isn’t that easy,” Roman griped. Damien was just so cool. He was suave and charming and unbelievably handsome, and he wore whatever he wanted with the confidence of a million superstars, regardless of the style or if it showed off his vitiligo. Nearly every boy, girl, and nonbinary person either wanted to date him, be him, or befriend him. He was practically irresistible, and despite the attention that he was given, Damien preferred his small friend group of Remy Xander and Remus Adams. Roman was simply another admirer. He wasn’t anything special like Damien obviously wanted.
“Stop doing that,” Virgil said, tearing Roman from his thoughts.
“Stop what?”
“The whole brooding thing.” Virgil vaguely waved his hands around. “I can practically hear the self-hatred from here.”
“Oh, whatever, Danger Days,” Roman hissed. He crossed his arms and turned away, more upset than angry. There was a bit of shuffling behind him, and within a few moments, Virgil’s arms had wrapped around his middle in a comforting hug. His resolve quickly crumbled, and he leaned into his friend’s side.
“We love and support you always, Ro,” Virgil whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of Roman’s head. “You are incredible.”
---
Despite Virgil’s sweet words at lunch, Roman felt anything but incredible.
He had stayed after class for forty minutes to chat with his teacher, which was pretty standard, but when he’d tried to turn his car on afterward, the engine refused to turn on. He had half a mind to call one of his friends to drive him home, but Virgil and Logan had mentioned earlier that they were going on a date, and Patton’s sister would be less than pleased to have to turn around to pick up one of her brother’s “weird friends.” So Roman was stuck, and he felt pretty damn shitty about it.
“Stupid car,” he muttered as he kicked angrily at one of his tires. “Stupid old car that’s held together by duct tape and safety pins!”
“You look upset,” someone said behind him, and Roman whipped around to find Damien standing there with Remy and Remus a few feet behind him, holding hands.
Oh, shit.
“Um, yeah, I guess. My car broke down, and all of my friends have left already.” He awkwardly gestured at the mostly-empty parking lot.
“I can help.” Damien walked around to the front of the car, waving Remy to follow. Roman absolutely did not stare as Damien’s yellow dress swirled around his legs like liquid sunshine. “I’m good at finding the problem, and Remy is just fantastic at the actual fixing.”
“Oh, um, thank you.”
Remy slid his shades into his hair with a bored expression. “It’s no problem, doll. Can you pop the hood for me?”
Roman nodded and did as he was told. While Damien and Remy poked around the engine, he sat on the pavement beside his car to watch. Remus, who had been explicitly told by Remy to not touch anything, searched for bugs in the grassy area a few feet away, occasionally making random, lewd comments to his QPP. Remy would retaliate by rolling his eyes and giving Remus the finger, and Damien seemed completely unfazed by their antics.
“So good news,” Damien said fifteen minutes after they had started. “I figured out what’s wrong.”
“And?”
“I can’t fix it,” Remy answered. He spouted off a bit of technical nonsense about how something had broken and would need to be replaced, which Roman didn’t get at all except for the underlying message that his car was still fucked up, and he still didn’t have a way to get home.
“Shit, okay.” Roman rubbed at his eyes in frustration. If he hadn’t been in the company of the three most popular kids at school, he probably would have started crying right then and there. “Okay. Thanks for trying to help.”
He heard the hood slam closed, followed by the retreating voices of Remus and Remy, but he still didn’t move. Hot tears started to well up in his eyes, and he internally kicked himself for feeling so upset. It wasn’t even that big of a deal that his car had broken down, yet he was crying like a baby. He sniffled and scrubbed harshly at his eyes. Thank god that Damien and his group had left already.
His momentary thankfulness, however, was shattered as crunching footsteps approached him. His eyes snapped open, and Damien was standing above him with his hand outstretched. Roman was caught between feeling shameful and confused.
“What are you doing?” he asked dumbly.
Damien rolled his eyes. “Attempting to help you up.”
“Why...?”
“Do I seriously need a reason to lend you a hand?” Impatience was starting to grow in his mismatched eyes, and Roman reached up before Damien decided that it wasn’t worth his time.
“Sorry, I just thought that you’d left with your friends,” Roman said, shoving his hands into his pockets as soon as he was on his feet.
“No, they...” Damien trailed off, looking in the direction that Remus and Remy had gone. “They have plans.”
“Oh. Well, thanks again for trying to help.”
“It’s no problem.” Roman could have sworn that an uncomfortable expression flashed over Damien’s face for a split second, but he unfalteringly continued, “Would you like a ride home?”
Roman’s eyes widened in shock. Damien Taylor was offering to drive him home. “You don’t have to, really--”
“Let me rephrase that. Would it be okay if I took you home? I would rather you not be stuck here for god knows how long.”
Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck--
“Uh, yeah, sure. That’s fine.”
“Great,” Damien said, smiling gently. “My car isn’t very far.”
“Cool...”
They were silent for the whole twenty second walk to Damien’s car, but once they were sat down, Damien spoke up. “Why didn’t you call your friends to get you? I don’t know much about them, but I feel like they would have been happy to help.” He put odd emphasis on the word “friends,” but Roman brushed it off.
“Patton gets a ride from his sister, and I didn’t want to make her turn around to pick me up. Plus, I think she ‘blames’ me for Patton being aroace since I came out as ace to him, which led to him learning about that whole spectrum in the first place, so she probably would’ve been unpleasant about driving me home. I probably could’ve asked Logan no problem, but they said they were going on a date with Virgil this afternoon. I didn’t want to bother them.”
“Why would you be bothering them?”
Roman burst out laughing, but after a few seconds of Damien not joining in, he stopped. Damien’s brow was furrowed, and Roman realized that he was serious. “What do you mean? It’s a date.”
“Yeah. Aren’t you dating Logan and Virgil?”
“Oh,” Roman exhaled. “No, I definitely am not.”
“Oh,” Damien parroted. A dark blush appeared on his cheeks in clear embarrassment.
“It’s easy to make that mistake, though,” Roman rushed in an attempt to dispel the awkward feeling in the car. “I mean, Virgil is a very touchy-feely kind of guy, and Logan is obviously dating Virgil, so... It’s not a complete stretch to assume that I was dating them.”
Damien nodded mechanically. “Right, well... Where do you live?”
Roman told him his address, and the entire ride there was silent.
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“I really don’t know why you’re so upset about it,” Remy drawled. “He’s single. Didn’t you want that?”
“Yes, but I made a complete idiot out of myself!” Damien groaned, flopping onto Remy’s bed.
Remus sat down next to him with an evil smirk. “Dami, you shoulda seen the way he looked at you when you walked past him. It was like he just wanted to reach up your skirt and--”
“I suggest that you stop talking if you want your heart to continue to beat.”
“Kinky!”
Remy glared at Remus and said, “Seriously, though. The guy looked like he was about to faint when you offered to help. I’m no expert in romantic attraction, but I think he’s into you.”
“He was probably intimidated by me like everyone else at this stupid school is!” Damien rolled over and pressed his face into a pillow. “He’s just so fucking pretty.”
“Well,” Remus laughed. “At least now that you’ve seen his pretty face up close, you’ll have ‘shower-nozzle mastur--’”
“REMUS!”
“God, you’re such a buzzkill!”
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Patton peeked around the corner of the hallway again. Damien was packing up his things, and neither Remy nor Remus were in sight, which was ideal for Patton’s plan. He waited until Damien pulled the zipper shut on his backpack to run over, using the acting skills that he had learned from Roman to look scared and upset.
“Damien, oh my goodness, I need your help!”
The boy in question looked up, surprised. “Uh, what’s wrong?”
“I was in a practice room, and a spider just came out from nowhere, and no one else is around, and I need you to get rid of it for me!” Patton rushed, clinging to Damien’s arm like it was a raft. In reality, the only thing in the practice room was Roman, who was under the assumption that Patton was going to show up to play piano for him, but what was a little bit of meddling between friends?
Okay, so maybe Patton felt bad for meddling with Roman’s love life, but Roman had called him up the night before fretting over “messing everything up,” which was just absurd in Patton’s opinion. He shared a class with Damien, and the amount of times he’d caught glimpses of the popular boy doodling Roman’s name in his notebook was honestly bordering on an absurd number. Patton had two pining idiots on his hands, so since neither of them were going to make a move, Patton was simply going to... nudge them in the right direction.
“Oh, um, okay,” Damien said.
“Thank you so much!” Patton began to drag Damien to the practice room, talking the whole way there so he wouldn’t ask any questions. “It was so scary! I was just playing the piano, and this huge black spider started crawling on the top end keys! It just showed up out of nowhere like the big, scary, creepy-crawly death-dealer that it is! I’m so glad that you’re willing to help me, Damien. All of my stuff is in there--oh my gosh! What if it’s in my bag? That would be dreadful! Oh, here we are!”
They stood in front of the plain wooden door of the practice room. Patton grabbed Damien by the shoulders and gave him the most serious expression that he could muster. “Damien, I wish you the best of luck in your task. However, if you are taken by the spider, I will not help you.”
“O-okay...?”
“Great! Thanks again!” Patton chirped as he flung the door open, pushed Damien inside, and pulled it shut again. He took out the keys that he had borrowed from the band teacher and locked the door, silently hoping that Roman would forgive him after everything.
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Roman looked up, shocked to see Damien stumble through the door of the practice room, who looked equally surprised to see him. “Um, hello?”
“Hi.”
“Why are you in here?”
Damien awkwardly looked back to the door. “Uh, your friend Patton told me that there was a spider that he needed me to kill in here.”
“He must have been mistaken. I’ve been in here since school let out, and he told me he was running late to meet here--” Roman cut himself off in realization. Oh, that son of a bitch! “Patton lied.”
“What?”
Roman stood from the piano bench, striding to the door. He tried the knob, and like he had suspected, it didn’t budge. “He tricked us into the practice room!” He kicked the door in frustration.
Damien looked very confused and alarmed. “Why would he do that?”
“Because I have a crush on you, and that bastard is trying to get me to confess--” He clamped his hand over his mouth in horror as he realized what he was saying. To escape the disapproving glare that Damien was bound to give him, Roman turned away, hugging his arms round his waist. He could feel heat pricking at the corners of his eyes in the tell-tale sign that he was ready to bawl his eyes out. It would be super cool of him to cry in front of Damien twice. Not weird at all.
“You... have a crush on me?”
“Don’t,” Roman choked out. “Just forget I said anything.”
Damien shifted around behind him, and a hand gently landed on his shoulder. “Roman, will you please look at me?”
Slowly, he turned his head to look at the other boy, painfully aware of the redness of his eyes and nose and cheeks. There was a softness in Damien’s gaze, and Roman was only able to keep his mouth pressed into a firm line for the few moments that led up to Damien’s hand moving to cup his face.
“I, um... I actually have a crush on you, too.”
Roman felt like all of the air had been sucked out of his lungs. “Really?”
“Yeah. I really, really do.”
They smiled at each other for a few moments when the lock on the door clicked. Roman took Damien’s hand that wasn’t on his face and said, “How about we get out of here and talk about things over coffee?”
Damien grinned. “I think that sounds great.”
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