#norths ocs

[northlight14]

Baby Hecate and her mentor, Aylin Dahast

Hecate (the tiefling) is the character I’m currently playing as (except she’s older now lol). Woman in the red is her mentor and mother figure

Drawing base below (not mine)

[northlight14]

(These will be both platonic and romantic since both Harvey and Neo are aromantic)

Harvey- quality time

Hecate- quality time but gift giving and words of affirmation are also big ones for her

Warryn- physical touch and some words of affirmation

Greyson- acts of service mostly but then some quality time

Leucis- also acts of service with some quality time

Arlo- acts of service

Neo- quality time and gift giving

Mordai- words of affirmation and physical touch

According to The Five Love Languages, there are five general ways that romantic partners express and experience love: acts of service, gift-giving, physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation. Which of these best describes the “love language” of your OC?

[mohammedsaqallah]

Hello

My name is Mohammed Saqallah, I am 23 years old. I used to work in a smartphone store in the customer service department 📱.

My brother Mahmoud (20 years old) and I dreamed of establishing a mobile repair shop together 🛠️💡. But the war stole our dreams and destroyed our home over our heads 🏚️💥.

One fateful night during the harsh war 🌌⚠️, our home turned to rubble after being bombed by the Israeli occupation 💣. We miraculously survived 🙏✨ after the civil defense 🚑 managed to rescue us from under the ruins. However, the devastation left behind is beyond description. Now, we are homeless 🏴‍☠️ with no source of income 💼, and the dreams we spent years building have turned into painful memories 💔.

My younger sisters now live in a constant state of fear 😢:

Hala (14 years old): Trembles at the sound of explosions 😨💥.

Lama (15 years old): Has lost the ability to sleep due to nightmares 🌙😔.

Haya (16 years old): Experiences panic attacks whenever she hears gunfire 🔊😣.

Hifa (17 years old): Lives in shock 😞, even though she was always my source of support and encouragement to pursue my dreams ❤️✨.

As for me, I lost my job and my source of income 💔💼. My brother Mahmoud, who dreamed of studying smartphone engineering 📚💡, could not enroll in university as he hoped 🎓. Even my parents 👩‍👦‍👦, who were our pillar of strength ��, are now struggling with the psychological and financial toll of this war 🥺💔.

Why Are We Asking for Help? 🤝💭

We are now seeking to leave Gaza in search of safety and a better future 🌍🕊️. The cost of coordination and leaving Gaza is enormous, as we need $5,000 for each family member, which includes me, Mahmoud, my parents, and my four sisters 💸👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, totaling $40,000 💵.

Additionally, my brother Mahmoud needs $5,000 for his university education once we leave 📚🎓.

Total Needed: $45,000 💰💵

This amount would be a lifeline for us 🛟:

Safety: To leave Gaza and escape the daily fear that surrounds us 🕊️🌈.

Education: To help Mahmoud achieve his dream of studying smartphone engineering 📱📚✨.

Hope: To give us all a fresh start after losing everything 🌟🏠.

Any donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives 🙏💖. You are the hope that can bring us back to life 🌟❤️. Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand 🤝✨.

https://gofund.me/77caca00

[scalycat]

The first "kiss" VS the last one 🐦‍⬛

[majunju]

getting married to the cold duke of the north but contrary to belief he's rather cuter than expected?!

[ilreleonewikiart]

Westeros fashion studies: The North

"The north, or the North, or the winterlands is one of the constituent regions of Westeros and was a sovereign nation ruled by Kings in the North before Aegon's Conquest. The largest region of the Seven Kingdoms, the dominion of House Stark extends from the border of the New Gift, which is controlled by the Night's Watch, to the southern edge of the Neck far to the south.

The north has been ruled by the Starks for thousands of years from the castle known as Winterfell. The only city in the region is White Harbor, while the most prominent northern towns are the winter town and Barrowton. Notable bannermen of the region include Bolton, Cerwyn, Dustin, Flint, Glover, Hornwood, Karstark, Manderly, Mormont, Reed, Ryswell, Tallhart, and Umber. Bastards of noble origin raised in the north are given the surname Snow."

[suavce]

got bored and drew ethubs in my oc world

[kryllia]

A Kingdom of Ash and Cold

Yandere north prince x princess reader

Art from pinterest

The inspiration for this story was a character from character.ai but before I finished writing this story I managed to lose the chat and now I can't find who created the character.

You had once been a princess of the South, heir to a kingdom known for its wealth, beauty, and diplomacy. Unlike the North, which thrived on war and conquest, your people valued peace. Your father, the king, had always believed that treaties and alliances were stronger than swords. But he had been wrong.

Felix, the war prince of the North, had proven that with fire and blood.

He attacked without warning. Rumors had spread that your kingdom held untold riches, that its lands were fertile and untouched by war. But more than anything, it was said that the South was weak. And Felix despised weakness.

He marched his armies through your lands like a storm, tearing through defenses with terrifying precision. Your knights fought bravely, but against Felix—who had spent his entire life mastering the art of war—they stood no chance.

Within weeks, your kingdom fell. Your father was slain in battle, your people either killed or enslaved. The grand palace that had once been filled with music and laughter now stood in ruins, a silent graveyard of the past.

And you—once a beloved princess—were now nothing more than a prisoner in the heart of the enemy’s castle.

Three days had passed since your capture.

The cold stone walls of your cell were suffocating. You had been stripped of your royal gowns, left in a simple dress meant for prisoners. The only light came from a small barred window, just enough to remind you that the world outside still existed.

Then, the heavy doors creaked open.

A man stepped inside, his very presence commanding the space. Even without his armor, he looked every bit the war prince the world feared. His golden hair gleamed in the dim torchlight, his sharp blue eyes holding an unsettling intensity.

Felix.

Your body tensed as he walked closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he enjoyed watching you squirm.

Then, he smirked. "You look cute in this cell, princess."

You didn’t respond.

Felix tilted his head, amused by your silence. "I expected you to beg for mercy by now. Most do."

You clenched your fists. You would never give him that satisfaction.

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "I like that fire in your eyes. It makes this more fun."

Then, his smirk faded, replaced by something darker. "I’ve decided." He stepped even closer, so close you could feel his warmth. "You will be my wife. The Queen of the North."

The words struck you like a blade.

Marriage?

You had expected execution, imprisonment—anything but this.

Felix watched your reaction closely, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "I won’t force you to love me," he said, almost mockingly. "But you will be mine. One way or another."

And just like that, he turned and left, locking the door behind him.

That was when the whisper came.

"Pst... Princess."

Your head snapped up.

A guard stood near your cell. Not a Northern soldier—but a knight of the South. One of the few survivors.

"Tonight, you will run."

Your breath caught in your throat.

"Run, before it’s too late."

It's midnight the time of escape. The plan was simple: slip through the castle's hidden passageways and escape into the night. You knew Felix wouldn’t let you go easily, but if there was even a chance of freedom, you had to take it.

Night fell, and the soldier returned. With a silent nod, he unlocked your cell, gesturing for you to follow.

Every step was agonizingly slow. The castle was a maze of stone and shadows, but the soldier knew the way.

You were close. The exit was just ahead. Freedom—

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Your body froze.

Felix stood at the top of the staircase, his piercing blue eyes filled with cold fury.

The soldier drew his sword, stepping protectively in front of you. "Run, Princess!"

But you couldn’t move.

Felix moved first.

With terrifying speed, he descended the stairs, his blade flashing in the moonlight. The soldier swung, but Felix was faster.

The sound of steel meeting flesh filled the air. The soldier staggered back, blood spilling from his wound.

"No—" you gasped.

The knight collapsed. His body hit the floor, lifeless.

Felix stood over him, his sword dripping red. He turned to you, breathing heavily, his expression unreadable.

"You tried to leave me." His voice was eerily calm.

You took a step back, but it was useless. He was on you in an instant, his fingers gripping your wrist like a vice.

"I was being patient," he murmured. "I wanted you to want me. But now..." His grip tightened. "Now, you’ve forced my hand."

His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips. His touch was almost gentle—almost.

"You are mine, Princess. And I do not let go of what is mine."

Two days after death of solider the North Kingdom gathered in celebration.

Felix had won the war. And now, he had claimed his prize.

You stood at the grand altar, dressed in the most exquisite Northern wedding gown. Gold and silver embroidery adorned the fabric, delicate jewels woven into every thread. But none of it felt real.

Felix stood beside you, his regal presence impossible to ignore. His golden hair framed his sharp, aristocratic features, and his blue eyes never left you—not even for a second.

You were his obsession.

Among the crowd were the last survivors of the South. They watched in silence, their faces etched with sorrow. They had lost everything, and now, they were forced to witness their princess being bound to the man who had destroyed them.

The priest spoke, but you barely heard his words.

Your mind drifted back to the soldier. The man who had died for you. The man who had given you a chance at freedom.

And then, the final words cut through your thoughts.

"The groom may kiss the bride."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Felix turned to you, his expression filled with an unsettling mix of triumph and desire.

He cupped your face, his fingers possessive against your skin. And then, he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was desperate. Hungry. Filled with a madness that made your blood run cold.

The crowd erupted into cheers, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heart pounding.

Felix pulled away, his smirk returning. His eyes locked onto yours, victorious.

"Now, my love," he whispered, "you will never escape me again."

And in that moment, as the weight of your new reality settled over you, you knew—

He was right.

You were his.

Forever.

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

cregan stark is the type of man to firmly hold your hips down while your in cowgirl so he can thrust deep enough ✨✨🦋🦋🦋

[blackkatdraws2]

The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]

[slimeysodaa]

ive been slacking on my rotg fan duties so i bring these to the table

(bonus oc x canon bc i am free)

[northlight14]

Danganronpa next gen OC’s✨

I have a next gen au for danganronpa. Essentially if the killing game never happened and the danganronpa cast went on to get married and have kids and shit. Also have a separate au as part of that that I’m currently working on which is my “generational despair” au aka if these next gen OC’s were put in the killing game instead

Anyway, introducing Daiya Ishimaru (he/him), son of Taka and Mondo. And Kiyono Hinata (they/them), child of Nagito and Hajime. These two are both in the reserve course and are my favourite ship in this au out of my OC’s

Drawing template below (not mine!!)

[psformybss]

Karma is the Guy on Your TV Screen

pairings: drew starkey x singer!reader

warnings: fluff, pda, teasing, happy vibes

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The energy in the venue was electric, the crowd buzzing with excitement as Y/N took the stage in Los Angeles. The show had been sold out for weeks, and tonight, the entire Outer Banks cast was there to support her. Drew, Austin, Rudy, Madison, Madelyn, Chase, Carlacia, and JD had flown in together, ready to cheer her on from the VIP section.

Drew stood front and center, arms crossed with a proud smile as Y/N effortlessly commanded the stage. Every time she glanced their way, her eyes lingered on him a little longer, and he felt it—the quiet, unspoken connection between them.

When she performed “Please Please Please,” she put extra emotion into the lyrics, her voice laced with raw vulnerability. Madison nudged Drew playfully. “That one’s definitely about you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Drew muttered, shaking his head but smiling anyway.

Next came “So High School,” and Rudy and JD had their arms around each other, swaying dramatically. “This one’s a banger,” JD declared.

Drew, meanwhile, just watched her—his girl, glowing under the stage lights, singing her heart out.

Then, “Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince” started, and Y/N gave a knowing look toward where they stood. Chase whistled. “Dude, she’s making all of us look bad.”

But it was when she got to “Karma” that Drew felt his heart nearly stop.

“Karma is the guy on your TV screen,” Y/N sang with a playful smirk, her eyes locked on his. The entire cast erupted into cheers, shoving Drew like a bunch of rowdy teenagers.

“That’s you, bro!” Austin hollered, laughing.

Madelyn had her phone out, recording Drew’s reaction, which was a mix of pure joy and a little bit of flustered embarrassment.

The second the lights dimmed and Y/N took her final bow, she barely had time to process the roaring applause before she was stepping offstage—right into Drew’s arms.

Without hesitation, he scooped her up and twirled her around, holding her tight as she laughed, breathless from the performance. The world around them faded as she clung to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You were unreal,” Drew murmured against her temple, voice filled with pride.

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him, her cheeks flushed from the adrenaline. “You think so?”

Instead of answering, Drew leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The crowd beyond the stage was still screaming, but at that moment, it was just the two of them.

Unbeknownst to them, dozens of fans had their phones out, catching the entire interaction—Y/N rushing offstage, Drew spinning her around like a scene straight out of a movie, their kiss sealing the moment. Within minutes, the videos were flooding Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. “Drew Starkey being Y/N’s biggest fan? I’m SOBBING.” “The way he twirled her around like she’s the love of his life—oh, I’m not surviving this.”

Blissfully unaware of their viral moment, Drew laced his fingers with Y/N’s and led her backstage, where the rest of the Outer Banks cast was waiting.

“THERE SHE IS!” Rudy shouted, dramatically bowing. “The queen of the night!”

Austin pulled her into a hug while JD clutched his chest. “I think I cried at least twice.”

“You were incredible,” Carlacia said, squeezing her hand.

Madelyn and Madison grinned as they pulled Y/N into a group hug. “And don’t think we didn’t see that moment with Drew,” Madison teased.

Y/N just smiled, sneaking a glance at Drew, who was already looking at her like she was his entire world. If she hadn’t been on cloud nine from the performance, she definitely was now.

“You absolutely killed it,” Madelyn said.

“Best show I’ve been to,” Chase added.

“You’re kind of a rockstar, you know that?” Austin teased, ruffling her hair.

Y/N looked at all of them, then back at Drew, who was still holding her hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against her skin. The warmth of her friends surrounded her, the energy of the night still buzzing in her veins.

“Yeah,” she said, eyes locked on Drew. “I think I kinda am.”

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i was watching back videos from the eras tour and it gave me the idea for this. this is lowkey my favorite thing i’ve written in a while.

let me know if y’all have any requests for either rafe or drew one shots/ blurbs!

[juniper-clan]

Moon 12: Eyes Without A Face

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[katethedoll03]

Change..

(I'll check for any mistakes tomorrow, goodnight)

[majunju]

otome isekai ml except that he's the complete opposite of the average isekai ml