#oc cheyenne

[quichecat]

My little boy! my little sunshine! Cheyenne!

[icarusredwings]

I know it's like 10 in the morning, but I can't stop thinking about Wade still being a massive flirt at the mansion. No staff is safe.

So I have this oc insert, right? (Similar to Carly), except her power is that she can absorb energy forms and nutrients in order to heal others by giving their bodies what they need to quicken the healing process. She can fix papercuts in 2 seconds and gashes that are less than 1 inch deep and 3 inches wide within 30 seconds, 6 inches a minute, and so on. The deeper it is, the longer it takes because that's multiple layers of replenishing. (She can't regrow your leg but if you get shot or stabbed she can probably fix you up in a couple of minutes)

You'll still have a scar, but at least you'll be okay, and you won't hurt for long. Her mutation bassically allows her to reporoduce healthy cells, not by replacing them but rather giving them what they need to heal themselves. This applies to burns, brusies, some diseases, and spotted infections, meaning a certain someone is in her office often.

A bit too often...

Now.. keep in mind that because of her powers, her weight fluctuates quickly depending on how much she uses it (COUGH kinda like fatgum COUGH) if you get my drift so sometimes her clothes are too tight or too loose for her. Realitivly (and for the ladies 😌 I got you lesbians!! I see you!) Her body is "thicker" as one would say seeing as she needs to store this energy for emergencys.

I just imagine Wade coming to bug this poor woman, jumping up on the table like, "I got a booboo 😁 can you fix it? You ARE the school nurse, right?"

She asks where and he's like "Well. You know. Down. No, down. Double down."

Until she just blinks at him all fed up like

What's even funnier is that she's hard of hearing so when he first came to flirt with her after meeting her she just stared at him dumfound as he goes through all the lanauges he knows before taking it as a challenge, so now most days when she hears him coming she either pretends she can't hear him or takes her hearing aids out.

Which is really funny because it gets to a point where she's just sitting here eating a sandwich and Wades trying his damndest to flirt in broken Portuguese.... Last week was Russian. What's even worse is that she was born and raised in the US, and her first language is English.

Warning: Sad under here but also funny.

Tw: Eating problems, Wade talks about being underweight, cancers a bitch.

I always thought about Wade and how his body is too big for someone who is experiencing cancer 24/7. How his muscle is even made of cancer cells, and I wonder about his joints, if the cartilage between there and the fat within the muscle/tendons/ skin too?

@bougiebutchbitch made me think about it with scientific cancer talking. Blame them for your sad not me /jk give me all the credit for the sad, I love being known as "That one guy who writes really sad shit but its so fucking good" anyway-

Eventually, he starts telling her stuff that would concern most people, that he wouldnt dare tell his friends because its too vaunerable, thinks he doesn't even want to tell Logan because he physically NEEDS to talk to someone but is too afraid. And seeing as he assumes she doesn't understand him what so ever, tells her stuff like how he's trying really hard to keep his weight maintained, but he just CAN'T keep anything down or in him long enough. It's like the moment something is in his gut, the cancer takes every ounce, and immediately, he's starving again, feeling malnourished, and as if he didn't eat at all.

And while Logan doesn't judge him for it, he's gotten various comments about it before. That he eats too much, that he eats too little, that people can feel his ribs, how they "didn't think he'd be this thin" how his strength "dosn't match his body." And it's something he can't really do anything about, but now they're at the mansion, so he's getting meals, a lot of them, but now Logan is wanting him to gain some weight. But he can't. He's trying so hard, and he just... cant. Between the involuntary vomiting induced by the nausea that comes along with stomach and throat cancers, it's a miracle his ribs aren't visible anymore.

"Im used to starving- thats not the point. I starved as a kid, starved in the army, starved as an adult. I've been there, done that, but this place always has so much food, and the kids in Remy's class work so hard to make it, but -" He choked up, making a whining sound. "It's not that I don't want too.. I swear.. I just... can't. I never could. By rights my metabolism should be dead, but it just never stops."

By now, he's fingering at his pants, gripping his jeans, and is semi hunched over, trying not to cry in front of her. He has no clue why he's telling her this, actually. Maybe for sympathy? Maybe because he thinks she could fix him? Or maybe because he knew she wouldn't say anything in return. Either way, he's trying to keep the tears where they belong, but they're being disobedient. Wiping them, he figures fuck it and keeps going.

"I just don't.. I don't want him to be disappointed in me. He loves me so much, and I know that. Sure, deep down, I wonder why, but what if.. what if he doesn't? What if he leaves because I can't because I'll look like this forever? It's not my fault. I can't do anything about it - I... I don't want him to think i'm not trying... because I am trying. Really hard.." He sniffles and notices that she's looking at him, quickly making a joke. "Heh.. you don't have a problem like that, though, do you?"

Wordlessly, she puts her hand on his stomach, looking away as she tries to at least help for today. It wouldn't last. It never did for him. She couldn't "cure cancer" but she could replace this areas cells with new ones so it would take longer for the other cells to infect them. If she could temporarily give him relief enough to eat something and be proud about it? (Just enough to stop his whining?) That would be good use of her energy.

At first, he flinches, thinking she's had enough of him and now is smacking him away only to pause, feeling odd on the inside. "What the hell are you do- Wait a second, you understand me!?"

As a ploy, she shakes her head, only to instantly regret it when he gasps. "You do!! Why didn't you tell me!?"

So, by helping a coworker with an upset tummy, she now suffers the fact that he now KNOWS she understands him and blabs about anything and everything to her. He finds it comforting because she does the same thing that Logan used to do before they started dating. He would act like he's ignoring him but heard and litsened to every word.

If Logan is busy, this is where he spends his lunch, in the nurses office like a chump who can't make friends at any other table, yapping to her about his kids and their progress, telling her the plot to my little pony, complaining that puppins threw up on his pillow today, giggling because next week is his and Logan's first anniversary and hes so nervous about it but he planned this big thing.

She dosn't say a word, letting him rant, responding with head tilts, shrugs, nods and shakes of her head.

"Wait- are you even litsening?"

She nods.

"Why don't you talk?"

"...."

"Can you talk??"

She nods again.

"Do you just not like to talk?"

A shrug.

"It's probably because she's tired of you harassing her."

Wade gasps and squeals happily the way he does every single time Logan came to "deal with him" when he was being disruptive to someone else's work.

"Why are you in here again? Leave that poor woman to her work before she puts a restraining order on you" He teases.

"Oh come on. Ciara, tell him that you love it. Our little talks, yeah? Theyre the highlight of your day?"

"The highlight of my day is when you leave." This is the first sentence she says to him. He gasps drimatically with his hand on his chest, offended. "Oh NOW you can talk!??"

A nod.

"*Bunny fuckin' bitch.." he grumbles as Logan takes him away.

"Cancercock...." She mutters back.

Logan stifles a laugh, looking away from Wade's dropped jaw. "I TOLD YOU THAT IN SECRET!!"

*If you made it this far, congrats! He calls her this because Jackrabbit's (Her daughter Cherri Harper) father is a is a rabbit mutant. She's of Deer mutant descent, which is how she gets her tail and abnormal ears Fawn (Ciara Garcia) has Waardenburg syndrome, which causes her deafness, loss of pigmentation in hair skin and eyes, and her arm growth adnormalities.

[s0ckh3adstudios]

Pressure OC I've had for awhile that I never got around to posting because ?????????

Here's Oscar! An experiment in the blacksite, an attempt at creating a human hybrid of sorts already born with traits gathered from other creatures or other tests. The hope was that they'd make this work and continue the project to raise new hybrid workers for Urbanshade for the sake of efficiency. Unfortunately, Oscar, the prototype for the larger scale of this project, was the only hybrid to be made before the lockdown of the blacksite.

He's just a little kid,,,, Sebastian found him running around the blacksite and unfortunately for him, he's not heartless enough to let this kid run around here until his inevitable death. He keeps him around and has him help gather data, but the two don't get along. They're all they've got, though!

TLDR: Sebastian is an unwilling babysitter.

(Also featuring my friend @cheygrembaby 's OC Cheyenne Thatcher teehee)

[nulli-cat]

2000s au inspired by @ooreoniikoo

I love drawing Cheyenne and Layla together! They are so cute together

[melocores]

its been a while but hey yall!!

here's my second ever olnf mc; robin castillo my pretty skater boy!! hehe

his route is the platonic route for both tama and qiu, potentially a renee mc heh

he is chey's childhood bestfriend, and doesnt actually live in golden grove but he likes to visit a lot!! very popular and friendly with his peers and has a very 'golden-retriever' type of personality that complements well with chey's 'black-cat' personality. his interests are skateboarding ("SKATE IS LIFE!"), grafitti art, sports and he LOVES videogames. oh and he cries a lot.

[saltypearl712]

Ocs time!! Just some funny characters of mine 🩵❤️

Their names are Stephen and Cheyenne and they’re madly in love!! Stephen’s a Flemish Giant Rabbit and Cheyenne’s a Red Fox

I made these two in 2020 when I randomly decided I wanted to make a furry couple for fun

[cheygrembaby]

"I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

got inspired to redraw my friend @s0ckh3adstudios's drawing based off of our pressure ocs! (image will be at the end of the post)

Cheyenne Thatcher owned by me

Oscar owned by @s0ckh3adstudios (hi oomfie :3)

my friend's drawing:

[dragon-tibbies]

oc doodles I did in my animation class instead of working bc I suck like that.

[storiesaremylife]

Working on a series of the Lost Time mains as Charlie Bowater's Last Hours portraits. Five more like this to do

[joerappanerd]

Cheyenne Rappa!

She is a 22 year old no nonsense gal who loves Gyaru culture, especially Onee-Gyaru. She is friends with Candi Buncha, Mike Major, and Fiona Kat. She loves fashion and can be a bit vain and get lost in her own imagination but she is a really sweet person when you get to know her. She’s a backup singer for a r&b musician and wants to become a singer and has the voice for it.

Voice headcanon: Cree Summer (English), Eri Kitamura (Japanese)

[quichecat]

made them smooch teehee

ft @skeletonbread ´s sweet sweet blorbos mwAH ❤️

[solosikoasgf]

most ardently ,

prologue. pairing: roman reigns x oc (cheyenne monet) themes: toxic relationship, angst, power dynamic/imbalance? word count: 1, 249 author's note: prologue til first part is ready. not really sure if i like how this came out, but some backstory is important. no current taglist but if you'd like to be included on one, please let me know!

change is something roman is accustomed to - life had been a build up of responsibilities, and it finally felt as if he were reaching the pinnacle of his own potential. things were working out in his favor, but why wouldn't they? why wouldn't they work out for him - when his destiny was set in stone from the time he was a child, looked upon by elders to lead the family into the next generation of greatness.

it felt like all the pieces were finally falling together.

so it's surprising when he reaches his apartment and finds suitcases packed - all cheyenne's.

and his perfectly laid plan falls to pieces.

his jaw is set, tight. hands clenching and unclenching from fists repeatedly while he watches her silently move about the apartment, slowly removing every trace of herself from his life. the changes are small, but noticeable by him.

no fluffy slippers by the couch. candles that once littered every table, countertop surface, are gone. framed pictures that once held their memories are faced down. gone are her toiletries from the bathroom - her ten step skincare routine, the stray tweezer, eyeliner. her favorite body washes that left her scent on his sheets and shirt, gone.

"so you really not gon' talk to me about this. you're just gonna leave." he finally breaks the silence in the doorway of their his bedroom. large hands shoved in his pockets, leaned into the door frame, trying to keep his calm, but his eyebrows are so knit together, mouth in scowl. unclear if he's mad, disappointed, or confused.

"there's nothing else to talk about." is the quiet reply. she doesn't face him, which makes this easier and worse at the same time. he wants, he needs her to look at him. he wants to search the usually warm and kind eyes that usually greet him everyday, wants to be close to the familiar warmth and scent of her body, usually freshly out of the shower by the time he gets home. wants to bury his face in the curly hair she spent so much time fussing over, to run hands over smooth brown skin and curves that drove him wild each and every time.

he can fix this. he’s always been able to fix this.

"there's nothing to talk about? don't play in my face, cheyenne. we talked about this before, you're not leaving. it's not the right ti-"

“i am not a member of the wwe. you don’t run anything around here - besides your mouth. you don’t get to decide what i can and can’t do, like i’m some….like i’m a child. so yeah, you talked about it. but you never asked what i wanted, and so i’m doing what’s best for me.”

her back is still turned, and it’s silent. roman adjusts his stature, stands up straight, breathing in deeply. “and what’s best for you other than being here?”

she finally turns, and he can finally see her. brown eyes are cold rimmed in the lighest pink- she had cried earlier. it strikes him how unfamiliar she feels in this moment, how distant he feels from her. and more than anything, he wants to scoop her in his arms, pull her close, make things better. but he also knows things haven’t been better in a long time - and he was the sole one to blame, though he would never admit it. conversations between them were sparse, texts almost nonexistent. he was gone before she woke up, and she was asleep by the time he got back - or was out. every talk ended up in an argument where he pushed her farther and farther into a corner with his growing list of expectations, how she needed to be, how he didn’t have time for her anymore, how she needed to accept that he was head of the table - and some things couldn’t come first. slowly, cheyenne moved lower and lower on the priority list - but he still held her to the expectation that she would never leave. so when she was offered a job in new york and he shut it down - he expected it to stay that way.

“cheyenne.” his tone low, warning.

“i’m leaving you.”

instead of sinking him, it angers him more. his hands clench harder into fists, knuckles turning white.

“ever since you got these titles, you’re just different, but in the worst way. it’s all about the brag for you - you’re getting more dangerous, more ruthless. and instead of checking that at the ring, you bring it back here. do you even realize how you’ve been talking to me recently? how you’ve been treating me?”

roman laughs darkly, shaking his head as he moves across the floor to stand in front of her. “you sure that’s it? because you weren’t complaining when i got this place - when i was taking you out to five star restaurants, buying you jewelry - but now that you can’t get what you want from me, i’m the problem, huh?” she’s taking advantage, is all he can think. using me for what i’ve got, for who i am. she don't respect me.

and disrespect is something he can't tolerate.

he's too stubborn to see the slow but steady morph in his own personality. how the boyish charm had left his eyes, replaced by something more sinister, hungry, combative. requests become demands, loyalty is required, and there are no questions. he can’t see how he’s morphed before his own eyes, too distracted and lost in bravado, his own success.

her face contorts, and she scoffs, shaking her head and stuffing clothes in the suitcase faster - not taking her usual care of folding. “If that’s what you want to think, fine. i’m too tired to fight with you.”

“nah.” he moves the suitcase, messily slapping it shut, shoving it off the bed so he can have her full attention. a visible vein on his neck starts to silently pulse. “since you got something to say, say it.”

“no.”

“you don’t get to tell me no.”

“okay. fuck you. and fuck your title. and fuck your little posse, and fuck this apartment and fuck all that shit you bought and fuck-” cheyenne is yelling by now, shoving her hands against his chest, ripping sheets off the bed, swiping things off of their dresser. “fuck you and fuck this entire fucking relationship!” she breathes hard, and her anger only drives his own. “i don’t want to be here with you when your head is shoved so far up your ass you can’t see anything in front of you. i’m supposed to pause my career for you? to be some lapdog that comes when you whistle? no. i'm not doing it, and i'm not putting up with this anymore.”

"so you think you gon' find anybody better than me out there?" roman hovers over her, and though he towers, she still stands proudly, head tilted up, defiant. "you think anybody can measure up to me? take me on? you're mistaken, babygirl. you walk out that door, you will never-" he leans closer, voice dangerously low, reserved only enemies in the ring - "be welcome in my world again."

"good. because i never want to come back."

an hour later, the apartment is empty.

when he sleeps, roman doesn't know if he's made the right choice, or a terrible mistake.

but a small dark voice in his mind assures him this is right. she wasn't ready. she couldn't handle it. he didn't need anybody. he didn't need her. he could do this by himself.

[icarusredwings]

I'm going around asking this I hope you enjoy

If you were in the Marvel universe and had a mutation. What would it be?

Heyya so I already have an OC with the power I would want.

This is Ciara Garcia. She has Waardenburg syndrome, which causes deafness, loss of pigmentation in hair skin and eyes, and arm growth adnormalities (she has pretty large hands, better to hold them with) and her power is bassically a copy and paste of Fat Gums from MHA

Her hero name is Fawn and obviously as the school nurse, she can take her own energy and stored fat in order to heal others.

Yes, she has a tail and antlers, but those are mere cosmetic sode effects. Sure, she could TRY to fight with her anlters, but they're more of a pain than the amount of damage they do (very small) she also has heightened senses like smell and hearing. (Upwards of 54,000 hertz while humans hear up to 20,000 hertz, if lucky)

The Wolverine can hear 35,000 hertz at the very least because its canon he can hear dog whistles, but it's said he has a wolf's hearing, which some researchers think their hearing extends up to 85,000 Hz so she definitely is above humans but no where near the same level as Logan.

Her ears also point toward the source of sound, collecting signals and tunning in to gather essential information. And that's pretty cool.

The only sad part is she needs hearing aids... luckily her daughter dosn't so she has a full range of hearing, infact since Cheyenne's (aka Cherri Harper aka Jackrabbit) father is a Hare, she can hear at least 42,000 hz.

Humans have around 5 million olfactory (smell) receptors in their nose, while wolves have approximately 200 million. Here is where Ciara bests Logan, having upwards of 300 million.

Either way, I think healing people and being able to hear/ smell really well would be cool/ helpful.

[theartgremlin]

Slightly spicy Wrecker fanart under the cut!!

Ive been noticing there’s not a lot of soft aftercare content in smut. Usually you just get a climax and then it ends a few paragraphs later. As someone who’s a little sex-repulsed, I really, really like the snuggling and bonding that comes before and after the “main event”, and I really wish we saw more of that. So have a soft Wrecker cuddling with Cheyenne :)

[melocores]

here are my main olnf mcs!! left to right >> ( chey , robin , avery , mink / madeleine , 9th / kuro )

[saltypearl712]

Been meaning to post these two goobers again