#lennox's ocs

[thevampireslovelywife]

STORY IDEA UPDATE:

Okay so the story idea I had, the one where I just make a whole bunch of characters with different personalities and backstories without a plot and just write- that way it's like real life and neither you nor me will know what happens next?

I'm making it a web series on here LMAO

so if you wanna read it lemme know

It's called "Free for All" because it's literally a free for all LMAO

soooooo I hope u enjoy!!

Im tagging yall to see who wants in:

@themortalityofundyingstars @starmanbutitsregulusblack @justaboymadeofhoneyandglass @an-illegal-gay @garden-of-runar

@mars-randomly-rants

@saturnsconstellation @lana-maeve-occasionally-reads @deadchaoticcosmos @thisisntrocket @sleepinginmygrave

@m0ngrxl

@iamnotthemoonimnotevenastar

[drovenna]

My Fallout OC: Ruby Lennox. Here's her Masterpost

Side by side with the previous version

[catboymoments]

lupus automata / Kay el centric doodles!!!

I love Kay el my beautiful little blonde bitchboy who is a victim of The Government Sucking So Bad Even In Space

[barbwillbrb]

So… @faerunsbest’s Sybyll has a werewolf brother, Lennox, who is big tol. He hunches over because he doesn’t want to intimidate people except for Mortimer because they hate each other (but we might be reaching a begrudging level of mutual respect).

He keeps making himself small around Hubie, and they just want to fix his posture. What he doesn’t realize though is he won’t intimidate Hubie.

Hubie is going to be ✨motivated✨

[deepseaspriteblog]

FARRAGOTOBER DAY 16 - JOEL LENNOX

GORDON FREEMAN

All-American baseball fan

His second favorite hobby is breaking and entering

I'm trying to be productive while Fields of Mistria is calling out to me like the green goblin mask, but hey, welcome to the squad Joel Lennnox! He's definitely a delinquent, and may have gotten in trouble with authorities before but he's not a malicious person. He's just a rebel. Oh, and don't worry about his B&E hobby either, he only likes breaking into cool abandoned places.

[dreiidrie]

Selen and Lennox~

[edwards-exploit]

The council (James, Henry and Gordon) desiring the fate of a workman who committed treason (got coal dust on James new coat of paint)

ficlet ask game

“The Tidmouth Tribunal Will Now Decide The Fate Of Gerrard Graves.” Gordon The Big Engine’s voice boomed- which was not hard, considering his natural volume is ‘Capitalising Each Letter.'

Gerrard kneels in front of his doom, shielding his eyes from the light of three lamps pointing directly at him- the hissing of steam only reminded him that he’s in the dragon’s den, now. “Yes, that- that’s me.” He could only stammer as he lowered a hand to see James the Red Engine’s apocolyptically furious face, next to Gordon’s dead serious expression, and Henry’s bored one.

“You Are Accused Of Dirtying James-”

“ACCUSED?! ACCUSED?!” Screeched James hysterically, and Gerrard could still see the soot on what’s supposed to be glistening red, “I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES, IT WAS HIM THAT RUINED IT ALL-!”

“A-hem.”

And James reluctantly simmered down, as Gordon gave him an annoyed sidelong glance, “As I Was Saying… You Are Accused Of Dirtying James’ New Paintwork By Coating Him With Coal Dust. How Do You Plead?”

Gerrard could only stammer nervously as he swept away the sweat from his forehead, “I-I-I didn’t mean to, I swear-”

“NOT MEANING TO DOESN’T ERASE THE FACT THAT YOU SULLIED MY PAINTWORK!” Wailed James, and Gerrard covered his mouth and coughed as he wheeshed steam all over the place, “IT WAS BRAND NEW AND YOU RUINED IT! GUILTY! GUILTY AND SEND HIM AWAY!”

“James,” Henry spoke up for the first time, with a voice that suggested he’s heroically supressing a long suffering groan, “We don’t hold tribunals over something this minor. You could’ve just had it washed off!”

James gave an offended scoff, “Minor, you say! I had this paintwork just mere hours before he scuffed it all up! Minor, indeed! Gordon, you’re on my side, right?!”

With a magnanimous sigh, Gordon answered: “While I Admit That The Whole Incident Was Undignified And Disgraceful On His Part… He Only Opened The Chute Because He Thought You Were Properly Under It Instead Of Boasting About!” With an offended scoff, James was about to argue before-

“Gerrard?” Lawrence Lennox poked his head in the sheds, and James perked up. Gerrard only shrunk even more- oh, man, he already felt bad when he saw his furious expression earlier, now… “DRIVER! Driver, tell New Fireman that he’s GUILTY and-”

“For god’s sake, James,” Lawrence sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and Gerrard widened his eyes, “He already got a telling off from me and the Fat Controller. Just leave it.”

“Leave it. LEAVE IT?! I-” “OH MY GOD, JAMES, JUST SHOVE IT UP YOUR FUNNEL-"

At the resulting argument, Gerrard and Lawrence snuck away as everyone in the shed argued. “You think they’ll notice?” Gerrard anxiously asked, and Lawrence snorted in sympathy.

“With all the steam they’re blowing off? Absolutely not.”

[moghraidhs]

fluff, nsfw under the cut

"Tell me what feels good."

Everything, Charlie thinks hazily, but he's unable to manage more than an incoherent moan.

The sun is shining through the window, sheets sticky and tangled underneath him. Normally it would bother him but right now, with Johnny's head between his legs turning his mind fuzzy, he couldn't care less.

Johnny kisses his clit, gentle, and then frustratingly pulls away. "Need you to tell me, Charlie," he says, soft but stubborn.

Charlie blinks, eyes heavy and wet. "I hate you," he mumbles as soon as he can get his tongue to cooperate.

Johnny smiles at him, a twist of his normally serious mouth. "No, you don't."

No he doesn't.

It would be easier if he did, Charlie thinks sometimes. Johnny loves the way he flies: no holds barred, Icarus facing the sun. Charlie's not sure he's worthy of it, not after everything.

Tears of a different kind prick his eyes.

"Hey." Johnny smoothes a thumb gently over his hip. "Where'd you go?" His accent gets stronger as he lowers his voice, every syllable stretched to near breaking point. Charlie would never admit it, but he loves it.

"'M okay," he says after a while. "It's just…a lot." He can't exactly quantify what 'a lot' is but somehow he knows Johnny understands.

"Do you want to stop?"

Charlie looks down at the man between his legs, the man who's so good to him it almost hurts. He knows he could say yes and Johnny wouldn't be mad.

For some reason, it's that thought that steadies him. "No. It felt good."

Johnny searches his eyes for a second and then smiles, full and bright and a bit mischievous. "That's what I wanted to hear." He lowers his head again.

Charlie lets out a startled yelp, hips bucking as Johnny's tongue prods inside him. Skilled fingers, pilot's fingers, thumb at his clit and it feels amazing. He whines.

"There you go," Johnny mumbles against him, gentle and teasing all at once. "So pretty for me."

Charlie's been called pretty before, but never with love. Never like this. His fingers tangle in Johnny's hair, heart drumming in his ears.

"My man. My pretty, sweet man."

Charlie's back arches. Legs spread, tangling in the sheets.

He thinks this is what Icarus must have felt like.

Johnny sucks his clit into his mouth and Charlie can't stop the bitten off wail that leaves him. He folds back on the sheets, shuddering and teary-eyed and boneless.

Johnny keeps licking at him through the orgasm, stopping only when Charlie whimpers a bit. He presses kisses up the side of Charlie's thigh and waist, all along to his neck. "You're beautiful."

Charlie nuzzles into the shelter of his chest. "So are you," he says, and means it. He smiles again when Johnny kisses his hair and holds him close.

So this is what it feels like to be loved.

[knownsome]

I see a river, it's oceans that I want

you have to give me everything, everything's not enough

Caius Lennox, Toreador of New Orleans. Pre-chronicle bio below.

Born to a single mother in Miami, Caius grew up adoring the stage, theater, and performance in general, fostered by his mother's insistence on dragging him to every community theater and park performance she could. She encouraged his artistic pursuits and the two were terribly close. Idyllic, in a way, but a vampire story rarely stays as such. Heart disease took her suddenly when he was 13.

Left alone, he was shipped off to his nearest living relative, his aunt Renee, living in a family home deep in nowhere important, Louisiana.

Renee was in many ways, the opposite of his mother. She resented caring for her sister's boy, and her religion became an excuse to berate and abuse him. It was an evening two or three years into her care when he found a brochure for a conversion camp in her mail. That night he ran away to New Orleans, no further hesitation. Anything would be better, even living on the streets.

Caius survived, the next few years, barely but survived all the same. He eventually turned to work for a brothel, just to keep food in his belly and a room to sleep in. It was bleak, a parade of johns and people using him, but it was living, at least.

To escape the feeling of just surviving to the next day, to find something he could connect with the old parts of himself, he began to frequent local gay clubs. Seeing the drag queens on stage, he found something that resonated so terribly within him, he couldn't live without it. To be a diva, a star, surrounded by people like him, embraced by the night, it clicked. "This is what I am meant to be."

Caius began performing, then, as Clover Clarke, the girl who could be everything he never was. Caius was low-key, she was this ditzy, lovable slut, kind and loud and one never to be looked away from. Any money he got, whether from johns or tips, anything, was quickly funneled back into this newfound passion, resonating within him.

This was the stage that put him on the radar of Prisma Rowe. She met him after seeing one of his performances, and they kept running into each other. Caius couldn't explain it, but she was magnetic.

Prisma was, as she put it, "From a little bit of all over," not native to the city but had been there some time, performing in a rotating handful of punk bands, mostly on guitar and vocals. She took Caius under her wing, letting him stay at her place and telling him, "Don't worry about all that other stuff. Do drag. I'll take care of the rest."

Given a place to stay and even funds for his work, he blossomed. He happily learned to deal with Prisma's quirks (slightly unhinged at times, never, ever, go into her room during the day, and sometimes he'd have to care for her after a particularly rough bender, among other things. Honestly she was kind of a mess.) and eventually, she asked if he'd like to have her help to be better than ever before, to be something truly spectacular.

He agreed.

She Embraced him into Clan Toreador.

Several years later, he's a mover and a shaker in New Orleans, no longer a fledgling. Caius has decided it is time to start making a name for himself and leave his mark on this city.

[thevampireslovelywife]

Rita Malloy— She/they

Age: 19

Gender: cis-female

Sexuality: Lesbian(romantically) Pansexual(sexually)

Relationships: Grey(best friend), Emerson(sibling)

Occupation: Stripper & library worker

Grey DiScala— he/they

Age: 20

Gender: cis-male

Sexuality: bisexual and polyamorous 

Relationships: Rita(best friend), Elijah(Friends)

Occupation: tattoo artist

Tessa Gomez— She/her

Age: 17

Gender: Trans woman

Sexuality: Straight

Relationships: Ethan(friend)

Occupation: Library volunteer

Elijah Hwang— He/him

Name: Elijah Hwang 

Age: 20

Gender: Cis-male 

Sexuality: Straight(will figure out he's bisexual later) and polyamorous 

Relationships: Grey(friends), Rachel(sister)

Emerson Malloy— They/them

Age: 17

Gender: Non binary

Sexuality: Gay

Relationships: Rita(siblings), ethan(friends), Bellona(friends), Adrienne(best friend)

Adrienne Durand— They/she

Age: 16

Gender: idk but she’s vibing

Sexuality: Aromantic and bisexual demisexual

Relationships: Bellona(queer platonic partners), Emerson(best friends), Lina(friends)

Bellona Gupta— She/her

Age: 16

Gender: Cis-female

Sexuality: Straight and Asexual

Relationships: Adrienne(queer platonic partner), Lina(friend), Emerson(friend)

Joshua Lennon— He/him

Age: 37

Gender: Cis-male

Sexuality: Gay

Relationships: (his husband), Rita(her employer)

Ethan Matthews- They/he

Age: 15

Gender: Genderfluid, transmac

Sexuality: Gay(bi curious)

Relationships: Lina(friend/crush?), Tessa(best friend), Emerson(friend), Elijah(half brother)

Carolina(Lina) Augustin- She/they

Age: 16

Gender: Demi girl(questioning genderfluid)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationships: Ethan(friends/crush), adrienne(friends), Bellona(friends)

@justaboymadeofhoneyandglass @themortalityofundyingstars @starmanbutitsregulusblack

@m0ngrxl

Thx for helping me name them: @obsessingoverl

[bobfloydsbabe]

illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

SUMMARY: Robert Floyd runs one of San Diego's most notorious crime syndicates, but his new secretary, Abby Lennox, may just be his downfall.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, bob being horny on main, possessiveness (if you squint). strictly 18+/minors dni

WORD COUNT: ~0.6k

A/N: I haven't been able to get Mob Boss Bob out of my head all day, so here we are with an introduction, a moodboard, and a small blurb. This AU will not be a full-length fic, but a collection of drabbles and blurbs. Don't hesitate to send me questions or headcanons!

MBB MASTERLIST

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“Sir?”

He looks up and finds his secretary standing in the doorway to his office with a tablet in her hands.

“Come in,” he says, waving her inside with one hand while closing the lid of his laptop on the other. “Close the door, please.”

He’s asked none of his past secretaries to close the door before, and Jake’s warning him about getting close rings in his ears yet again. He’d dismissed him then, but as Bob’s eyes rake across Abby’s body while she closes the door and walks to his desk, he’s starting to think he should heed Jake’s warning.

“What can I do for you?”

Her brows draw together before she seems to catch herself and places her expression back in neutral. The corner of his mouth twitches as she sits in one of the black leather chairs on her side of the desk.

“Mitchell called and asked for a meeting. I tried to set one up with Trace, but he refused. He wants to meet with you personally.”

Bob leans back in his chair, folding his hands across his stomach. “He does, does he?”

Abby nods. “Yes, sir.”

Bob adjusts in his seat, trying to ignore what Abby calling him sir does to him. His trousers feel tight as he meets her dark and intense eyes across the desk.

“Did he tell you what we would discuss at this meeting?”

Abby looks down at her tablet for a second before returning her eyes to him. “No, sir,” she tells him. “How would you like me to proceed?”

Bob weighs the possibilities in his mind. Mitchell is impulsive on the best of days. Reckless on the worst. Bob had been searching for a way out of his dealings with the much older man since he came into his position, and whatever Mitchell had gotten himself into now was surely the excuse he needed.

He leans forward again, resting his forearms on the large oak desk. “Set it up for this afternoon,” he says. “Call Trace and let her know to meet me there.”

“I’ll get right on it,” she says and stands, wobbling slightly. Bob shoots out of his seat, reaching across the desk for her arm to steady her. The feeling of her soft skin under his calloused palm sends a shiver down his spine.

He pulls back and watches Abby walk back to the door. As her hand lands on the knob, Bob opens his mouth before his head can catch up to what he’s saying.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

Bob watches as she squares her shoulders and turns back around slowly. There’s a dark hair stuck in her lip gloss that he can’t take his eyes off.

“Sitting on my couch with wine and takeout, probably.”

Bob walks around his desk, stopping right in front of Abby. He towers over her, and from this angle he can see just a hint of cleavage. “I’d like you to go to the fundraiser with me.”

He meant to go alone, but the idea of mingling with senators and other state officials on his own makes him want to scream.

“You do?”

She’s looking anywhere but at him when he raises a hand, places it on her cheek, and lets his thumb drag the hair away from her mouth. “I do,” he says and leans in closer.

Abby’s breath audibly hitches when his lips brush against her ear. “Wear blue,” he whispers, “so they all know you’re with me.”

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[catboymoments]

Some design stuff about Kay El and his late parents I did in class yayyyy

I love Kay el so much he has been through the Bullshit and deserves to REST

[textbook-machismo]

Another Tf Oc is Lucy (Lucinda)👆 Doesn't exist in the same universe as Chargewire tho--

Anyways I don't talk much about her so that's what imma do (not now tho, probably later)

Gotta start making sum CrossLuce art eventually 💅💅

[undeadvinyls]

long time no post! well, i was working on my original unnamed alien thing. heres the main 5 + some of the main secondary characters!

the plot revolves around the main 5. They are a bunch of misfits who are also adventurers and get weird epic quests daily from the townsfolk of the town of Novalies. Their names are Stanislava (she/him), Lennox (she/her), Eufemi (she/her), Ayrtom (they/them) and Pirala (he/him)

the secondary characters are Leevan (any pronouns), Henryka (she/her), Harumi (she/her) and Xaveri (he/him)

more char designs will come soon! stay tuned! :3

[theriseofleon]

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[krokaxe]

13 and/or 22 for the outfits with whomstever 👀

• Outfit Prompts • 13. Dressed by another OC

@koilarist's Damitri, dressed by Myora. His shirt is based on his canon leather jacket of the same flavour~