#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✨

[dreiidrie]

Selen and Lennox~

[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!

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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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[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 💅💅

[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.

[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

[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~

[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

[kagebros]

Bayverse rewrite art with my friends' ocs, Chrys and Wendy.

Chrys belongs to @capbiscuit and Wendy belongs to @ramunaee!!

[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

[barbwillbrb]

The brothers-in-law tried to slut shame each other offscreen so I had to remind Mortimer and Lennox that they folded faster than a house of cards in a hurricane for their respective love interests. Like, I am being GENEROUS with 48 hours. I don’t think they crossed 36 hours tbh.

Boys— just because someone shows you basic decency, respects your boundaries, and is nice doesn’t mean you need to let them hit. Have some goddamn self respect oh wait neither of you have that.

Needless to say— neither of their romances are slow burns.

FYI— this is villain!Mortimer from an ongoing AU/story thing @faerunsbest and I are developing. Lennox also belongs to them. :3

Additional fyi: this is NOT ship art; Lennox is with Hubie and Mortimer is with Sybyll. That said, Lennox and Mortimer’s relationship and how it has gone from mistrust/sheer hatred to mutual respect/understanding is fascinating to me

[mountainashfae]

💤 Wyll :D

💤 OC in their sleep attire

trying to think up what a rancher would sleep in really hit me with an important mental image.

[ OC Outfit Doodle Asks ]

[bobfloydsbabe]

illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

patch it up good

SUMMARY: After a deal goes sideways, Abby cleans Bob's bloody knuckles.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, cleaning wounds (not graphic), bob being horny on main, soft mob boss bob. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

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SPECIAL THANKS: To @lovinglyeternal for sending this thot, which served as the inspiration for this drabble. To @joaquinwhorres, @wkndwlff, @sylviebell who all love MBB almost as much as I do.

A/N: I blacked out and wrote this in one sitting, then editing it took forever, and now it's way past my bedtime. So, enjoy this drabble, which is most likely crap.

“Sir?”

The sound of her smooth voice makes him turn around. She’s a vision. Poised, sophisticated, sexy. A deep frown decorates her face, and Bob wants nothing more than to smooth it out with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

It’s well past midnight and everyone in the building, save for him, has gone home to start their weekend. That includes Abby, yet she stands in the doorway to his office looking concerned.

She takes a few steps forward, her black heels clicking on the floor as she does. His eyes drop down, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to ground himself and keep visions of her in all kinds of compromising positions at bay.

“I wanted to finish up some paperwork,” she tells him. 

She takes another step forward, but Bob holds up a hand to keep her back. He doesn’t want her to see him like this. Exhausted and bruised, a little ashamed that he had to resort to violence to solve a simple issue.

Her eyes zero in on his raised hand before gliding down to his other that rests on the desk he’s half-sitting, half-leaning on.

“You’re hurt.”

He shakes his head, willing her concern to go away. “It’s nothing,” he insists.

Abby doesn’t say a word as she turns around and leaves his office, making him breathe a sigh of relief. He’s not sure why, but he wants to keep her away from his world as best as he can. He wants her to stay innocent and hopeful, untouched by the dangers of his life.

He wants that almost as much as he wants her.

He stands, walking to the small table next to the couch where he keeps his liquor. Pouring himself a glass of bourbon, he relishes in the burning feeling of alcohol in his throat. It’s a welcome sensation.

The sound of heels clacking on wooden floors draws his attention back up, and Abby walks into his office with a small red and white box in her hands.

“I thought I told you to g–”

“Sit down,” she interrupts. His hand freezes mid-air, and he tilts his head to the side with narrowed eyes. It’s a command given in the last tone he expected her to take with him.

He places the half empty glass of bourbon on the side table and walks back to the desk where he perches on the edge. 

Abby walks up to him, placing the box that he now recognizes as a first aid kit on the desk next to him. He spreads his legs further, allowing her to stand between them.

She unwraps an antiseptic wipe and puts her hand out for him to place his own into. He hesitates, knows he’s playing a dangerous game by letting her see him like this. Abby, however, grows impatient and all but yanks his hand towards her.

When the wipe touches the open cuts on his knuckles, he can’t help the hiss that escapes his throat. He’s been here a thousand times before, but it still surprises him how much the alcohol stings.

He peers down at Abby, who’s concentrating on gently wiping at the wounds. Her dark lashes fall like blankets against her rounded cheeks, and a stray hair has untucked itself from her ponytail. 

He watches her examine his hand before she places it back down on his thigh. She discards the wipe in the nearby trashcan and reaches for another.

She unwraps and takes his other hand in hers. “What happened?” She asks and meets his gaze for the first time since she got to work putting him back together.

He stays quiet, figures it’s for the best. He doesn’t want her to see him as someone who chooses a fight because not doing so is one reason he’s so good at what he does. He can keep his emotions in check. Usually.

She huffs out a small laugh. “Fine, don’t tell me,” she relents. “But don’t expect me to clean you up next time.”

A grin spreads across his face of its own volition. “Think there’ll be a next time?”

Her hands still in his, and when she looks up at him, it’s not the timid woman he’s grown used to. Her eyes are hard and unamused.

Her attention goes back to his knuckles, where she does a final few swipes across the angry skin. “There,” she says, and let’s go of his hand.

She discards the second wipe in the trash and moves to step back, but Bob reaches out for her. He touches her hip lightly, not wanting to startle her.

She looks down at where his hand rests on her hip, only to look back up at his face with a bewildered expression.

She doesn’t flinch, though, and lets herself come to him when he pulls at her hip. She fits between his legs perfectly and the scent of her perfume makes his head spin.

He’s never been as affected by someone as he is by Abby. She’s intoxicating.

Her breath hitches when his other hand travels up the curves of her body, landing on her jaw, so his fingertips touch the nape of her neck.

She holds his gaze, intense fire burning in those dark eyes. Her cheeks flush and turn warm under his palm, and he knows he has this effect on her. He wonders if she knows what she’s doing to him.

Tension hangs in the air, thick and palpable, when Bob leans down and places his mouth over Abby’s. She goes completely still for a moment, but then, right as he goes to pull away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, she gasps against his lips and kisses him back.

He uses the hand on her hip to pull her closer, pressing harder against her mouth, letting his tongue run along the seam of her lips. She opens up without hesitation, and Bob groans into her mouth when her hand comes up and tugs on his hair.

It’s hungry and messy, the sounds of moans and shaking pen cups filling the quiet office. Bob wraps his arms around her waist, spinning them around so she’s the one on his desk.

He presses himself flush against her, not bothered to hide the bulge in his pants. She gasps again when he slots a leg between hers and it brushes against her clothed core. He wants nothing more than to keep drawing that sound out of her, to make her a whimpering mess under him.

One of his hands travels down to her leg and he hikes it up over his hip, but it’s the wrong thing to do. She pushes him off her, and Bob stumbles back slightly. Her hand raises up and covers her mouth, shock filling her eyes.

Bob steps back further to give her space and watches as her fingers tremble against her mouth. Something inside him breaks at the sight.

He opens his mouth to apologize. For craving her so much that he could no longer control himself. To beg forgiveness, but Abby beats him to it.

“I should go,” she mutters, standing up and straightening out her dress. 

He nods as she gathers up the first aid kit, and as she passes him on her way towards the door, he lightly grabs her elbow.

She stops, eyes darting down to his hand before returning to his face.

“I overstepped,” he says. “I’m so–”

The apology dies in his throat as Abby’s lips connect with his once again in a kiss that makes his head flood with desire and confusion.

She pulls away. “Goodnight, sir,” she says and walks out of his office, leaving Bob to his thoughts and a semi he’ll have to take care of himself.

It’s not until the sound of heels clacking on the floor fades that he snaps out of his stupor. He chuckles to himself, walking back to his long-forgotten glass of bourbon and downs the rest of its contents in one go.

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