#larkin oc

[lavampira]

tabitha abrams ☆ larkin

abrams family member gambler swindler vampire hunter preacher?

play the larkin demo here!

[trashymichi]

thinking about them

[splendidcyan]

One last doodle of the mafia ladies. The plot bunny in my head is more serious than this, but I like this silly, Lupin-y pose here :)

[jjdizz]

My long overdue updated army of tumblr sexymen

[cinclidaefang]

Did some silly spotify wrapped requests to finish off 2024 but life came at me a little too fast to actually finish them all before the year ended </3 Thanks everyone who sent one in these were so silly and fun! 1. Hatsune Miku, #13(Lillian - The Dear Hunter) 2. Seb, #5(Ring 4: Patrol - The Dear Hunter) 3. Larkin, #58(Absolute Territory -Ken Ashcorp) 4. Seb, #49(<maybe> It's My Fault - WILLOW)

[netflixhyperfixations]

it’s tragic that the night agent is the #1 show on netflix but there’s like no content for it or fans of it on here

like where y’all at??? 😭😭😭😩😩😩

pls someone message me I wanna talk about it so bad but no one I know other than my mom has watched it

I’m also writing a peter x rose x oc longfic and replies and tags on this post motivate me

[sharpkiwislayer]

ART STUFF/DUMP!!

'Cupid'/Sōma Baji </3 still gotta get around to designing his entire body.. NOW FOR COREY AND VIRUS AGAIN (Corey belongs to.. AXEL!! @trashymichi)

that's it for now.. sniffle I love em

[bakerstreethound]

My OCs (so far)

The Sandman (New Beginnings Universe)

Aspen Reeves (they/them)

Ira Morton (they/she)

Levi Thaddeus (he/him)

Arcane League of Legends

Patriot (Riot) Mekarda (they/she)

The Mandalorian (Ranch AU)

Phoenix Ranger (she/they)

Cedar Larkin (she/they)

[eddysocs]

Why Stay? — Nellie Lovett x OC

Summary: Nellie begins to question Effie's reason for staying on at the pie shop.

Word Count: 817

Warnings: Some light angst, mentions of death

A/N: Consider this as a sneak preview into a part of their fic.

"She’s charming. Always been charming. Nothing you need to get yourself all worked into a tizzy about, Nellie," she tried to self soothe, hoping that saying the words aloud would enhance their effectiveness, but it was not meant to be. The rolling of the dough used to be calming for her, and allowed her to clear her head, but here she was, having rolled it near as thin as a sheet of paper and she hadn’t even realized. Still, she could salvage it. That was something at least.

Her mind was filled with too many questions these days. Questions which led her to distraction in her waking hours and made for fitful nights of sleep. The Larkin girl. It had all started with her. She’d been with her —working for her— for some time now, reliable as ever, but Nellie couldn’t help but have her doubts.

It was the nature of her business that first raised these doubts. Effie may have been hardly more than a street urchin when she’d come across her, but now she was flourishing, and could no doubt have her pick of London's men, maybe even marry above her station in life, and yet, here she stayed, luring unsuspecting men to their deaths. But why?

It’s not as if she wished Effie would move on to better and brighter things. Surely she wanted that for her, but it wouldn’t be the same were she to go. She didn’t want her to go, but she couldn’t understand why she’d stay. It was immensely frustrating, actually. The clunk of heeled boots, and the creak of the stairs interrupted Nellie's inner monologue, and signaled to her that Effie had returned, leading yet another unfortunate sap up to a fatal haircut with Mr. Todd.

She’d have to say something, that was the beginning and end of it. Soon as she came down, she’d ask her outright. It had to be done. The loud, metallic clanging of the bell on the shop door rang just then, announcing Effie's entrance to the pie shop. "Shit," Nellie cursed, barely audible. She wasn’t ready.

"Good evening, Mrs. Lovett," Effie greeted cheerily. Her rosy cheeks and bright smile contrasted so starkly with the shop and the nature of their shared business that sometimes Nellie had a hard time believing she was even real. Would be like her to make up such a girl, now wouldn’t it? "Is something on your mind," Effie asked, once again taking her away from the goings on in her head.

"I did have a question, if I may." Effie nodded her permission for her to ask her question. "Why do you stay? Here, at the pie shop, doing…well, what you do. I know why you accepted my offer, but the shop is doing well now, I dare say." Nellie paused to knock on the thick wooden table she was preparing the pies at. "So I guess I was merely curious why you don’t go elsewhere, do less unsavory work."

Effie took a moment to consider her answer. She knew the reason she stayed on, but putting it into words took a bit of finessing. "I made a choice then, and I make the same choice now. Perhaps I could be engaged in some other line of work, or married, but that is not what I want for my life. I like it here. It feels like home, however dreary or macabre some may find it. I have become good friends with Mr. Todd, well as much as anyone can, I suppose."

Effie punctuated her last remark on Mr. Todd's nature with a tinkling laugh, the one Nellie so very much enjoyed. As she felt herself begin to smile, Nellie bent down her head to hide it from her, suddenly seeming very interested in the rolling pin.

"And I have you," Effie continued. "Even if I felt that I didn’t owe you a debt for bringing me in off the streets, I could imagine myself no place else. It isn’t the roof over my head that keeps me here. It is you."

This caused Nellie to freeze as the words settled around her, coagulating in her mind. Finally, she looks up at Effie, who's been awaiting her reaction. "Me," Nellie questioned, hating the way her voice betrayed her disbelief.

"Yes," Effie surely reaffirmed. Yet the shock on Nellie's face gave her pause. Perhaps she’d read her wrong. "Should I not have said? I wouldn’t have, only I believed you felt the same. Did you want me to leave? I regret if I’ve misconstrued—"

"No," Nellie interrupted. How good to know she wasn’t the only one who bumbled on like a dolt. She cleared her throat as Effie fell silent. "I don’t want you to go. Not ever. You’re welcome here as long as you like."

Effie smiled softly. "Then I think I should like to stay forever."

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @atjsgf, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @kissykissymouth

Effie Larkin: @yellowbird-flying

[soleilsketches]

angel of god, ally of man

[chiropteracupola]

james webster in heartaches perhaps oh this is wild tumblr isn't letting me type a question mark right now

She burns until she's gone...

[fenharel-archived]

CAROLINE ABRAMS, my mc from larkin if in this meiker

the preacher / the vampire hunter

[trashymichi]

So you wanna fuck with us, huh? You wanna fuck around and find out?? Don’t ever think you can pull that shit with Angelo and think you can crawl away unscathed, you worthless piece of shit rich prick—

everyone give a cold, icy, welcome to Brandon, Corey’s arch-nemesis from New York

[splendidcyan]

me: I'm focused on this D&D Romeo and Juliet project, all other OCs need to take a backseat these OCs from a steampunk mafia story: hello (very early designs, they're going BACK IN THE BACKSEAT FOR NOW LADIES)

[jjdizz]

is this losses cousin

[spookaorionart]

Finally... Larkin, Starry Form (Dragon version)

Dnd character, as usual lol, he's mine though :) he's the love of my life