#oc masy

[geisthaul]

some goofy laceygames sketches i made. characters by @ghosttundra on youtube.

[antephotos]

Masi, Uttarakhand, India

[skyrem]

perks of being a nightblade: blood magic healing for ur vampire wife

[dromaeo-sauridae]

@saint-nevermore the amount of strength it took me to not immediately say the dromaeosaurs. i like masiakasaurus :)

and oh my god ive been wanting to draw pietre for so long now i just kept forgetting NFRIENJ a lich, for you

[fleur-de-leap]

In a Pokemon mood

Send pokemon asks pls?

[ncis-nerd]

Sweet Troubles

Ship: Wives WandaNat || Future WandaNat x Reader (Not in this Chap) || Wives WandaNat & OC daughter (Masie)

About: Wanda and Natasha's home life and their sweet little angel Masie! Natasha is gone for evening and it's just Wanda and Masie. Until Natasha comes home! Fluffy domestic wives with a young child!!!

Warnings: Fluff, Christmas season, kissing, relationship troubles, arguing (??), trouble in paradise but they have healthy communication and talk through it, massaging, suggestive themes at the end.

christmas au

The fireplace roared as the little blonde girl picked up her blue crayon. Wanda sighed softly, watching Masie sitting at her little Disney princess table and swinging her feet. The young girl picked up a cookie from her Christmas plate, biting on it as crumbs fell down. Wanda hummed softly, closing her eyes for a moment. “Chestnut roasting on an open fire” filled her ears, as her Christmas vinyl played faintly from the other room.

Masie brought her cup of milk up to her mouth as the door opened. “Mommy!!” Masie exclaimed as she arose from her pink chair, immediately running into the Russian's arms. Natasha dropped all the bags in her arms, “дорогой!” She carried Masie in her arms, peppering her in kisses.

“Mommy!!” Masie giggled, squirming in Natasha's arms. “Ты была хорошей девочкой для своей матери, моя маленькая любовь?” Natasha asked Masie, placing the little girl in her and Wanda's lap. “Hi my love,” Wanda whispered, moving closer to her wife and bringing her lips to the Russian's forehead, leaving a kiss. 

“Mhm!! Right Mama?” Masie nodded, looking up at Wanda. “Yup, the best girl.” Wanda smiled, wrapping her arms around the young girl. Wanda loved that her daughter was able to understand Natasha's native language. Wanda loved her little family. But deep down, there was that feeling, like something was missing. But she couldn't put her finger on it.

“Wans” Natasha spoke, capturing her attention. Natasha's eyes met her wives but it felt as if they were a million miles away. “Where'd you go, love?” Natasha said, her eyes filled with nothing but love and concern. 

"Nowhere, I'm just thinking about Christmas..” Wanda's voice appeared in Natasha's head. Wanda's hand intertwined with Natasha's. “Love–” Natasha's voice echoed as Masie squirmed out of their lap, returning to her coloring page.

“Can we not speak about this right now, please” Wanda responded, once again projecting her thought into Natasha's head. Natasha nodded, taking the hint to change the subject.

“So Masie…Do you know what you want for Christmas from me and mama?” Natasha hummed, reaching for the television remote. She turned on Frosty the Snowman for them to watch.

“Mommy, I love this movie!!” Masie jumped up excitedly, nearly falling in the process. Natasha frowned “Careful, sweetheart. Don't want you getting hurt, now do we. Either sit at your table and continue your coloring or come join mama and me on the couch, baby.” Natasha said sternly. Masie took her seat at her pink Disney princess table. 

“For Christmas, I want the Winter Wonderland Sweet Sally dolly please mama and mommy!” Masie thought for a moment.

“Alright angel. Is that all you want, baby?” Wanda nodded, making a mental note to search up what exactly that is.

Masie nodded as a quiet yawn escaped her mouth. “Did you hear that, Nat?” Wanda spoke, rising from the couch. “Well, I believe I did, Wans” Natasha spoke, also standing up. “I think it might be someone's bed time?” Wanda inched closer to Masie who was starting to get tired. 

“Noo” Masie whined softly. “And why not?” Natasha spoke, kneeling down to meet Masie's level. “Not done.. Coloring” Masie yawned. “Well, someone's getting sleepy. You can finish your coloring in the morning, lovebug.” Natasha hummed, lifting Masie. Masie tucked her head in Natasha's neck.

Natasha carried Masie to her bedroom and laid her in her princess bed. Natasha turned on Masie's nightlight and placed a kiss on Masie's forehead before pulling the covers over her. “Momm..mommy.. song..” Masie yawned.

Natasha has had a routine of reading Masie a story, singing her a song some nights, and lulling her to sleep in Russian. 

“Of course, little love” Natasha nodded. “и у мамы есть ты. вы в безопасности и вам не о чем беспокоиться. закройте ��лаза и мечтайте об овцах и кроликах.” Natasha hummed softly, as Masie's eyes fluttered closed. Natasha placed one final kiss on Masie's head before shutting the door quietly.

Natasha returned to the living room, only to be greeted with an empty room. The television turned off and Masie's plate gone.

Wanda sighed softly, rubbing her temple. Natasha's arms wrapped around her, Wanda jumped, not detecting the Russian entering the kitchen. “детка” Natasha sighed, her hands massaging Wanda's shoulders. Wanda groaned softly.

“What is bothering you? And do not tell me it's nothing because I can see your mind is elsewhere.” Natasha spoke. “Okay” Wanda sighed.

“I don't–” Wanda paused. Natasha held Wanda's hand, squeezing it softly. “You know I love you and Masie so, so much. More than anything else on this planet. But it just feels like something is missing.” Wanda sighed.

“I understand, I get what you mean. You and Masie are the best thing to happen to me, and I am so glad I get to be that little girl's mommy and your wife, but I also have the feeling, deep down. I don't know how to place it.” Natasha nodded, sighing softly.

“So we'll do it. We'll place it. Let's try to find the root cause because I love you Natasha. I love you so much and I am so grateful that you get to be the mommy of my- our daughter and I don't want anything to change or affect that.” Wanda whispered, turning around to meet Natasha’s gaze.

Natasha’s lips met Wanda’s. “I love you so fucking much,” Natasha moaned. Wanda kissed Natasha’s neck. Natasha groaned softly, her hand traveling down to Wanda’s sides. 

Translation (google translation):

▪︎ дорогой - sweetheart

▪︎ Ты была хорошей девочкой для своей матери, моя маленькая любовь? - Were you a good girl for your mama, my little love?

▪︎ и у мамы есть ты. вы в безопасности и вам не о чем беспокоиться. закройте глаза и мечтайте об овцах и кроликах. - and mom has you. you are safe and have nothing to worry about. close your eyes and dream of sheep and rabbits.

▪︎ детка - babe

a/n: A snippet of Wanda and Natasha's backstory, there is more to their history but that will be revealed as the story proceeds. This is taken in place before Reader first sees Wanda and Natasha. A little bit of context about our lovely two wives. Next part will be focused more on the wives and reader's interactions/first officially meeting.

previous part

[meryachkins]

it's an old ( kinda ??? i drew it in july when i was in yerevan ) drawing buuut i remembered about it today hehe so. here's seb & omi & maro aka troublemakers as borzoi in scarves !!! this is an illustration for a lil fic that i wrote but it's in russian ... so just look at the drawing i guess .........

i want to talk about maro's friendship with sebastian and ominis . and a little about her relationships with my other hl character who was created by accident lmao

they became very close during seb's "adventures". i think seb liked that maro is very naive and always helping her friends bc she's very loyal. also sebastian reminded maro of her older brother masis because of freckles and dark hair. they have natural siblings dynamic with all this teasing and playful fights-duels. but still maro wouldn't hesitate to die for him. and she mean it truly.

ominis at first thinks that she's kinda stupid and too careless. it's getting worse because she's bad at english and it's hard for her to properly understand what ominis is so angry about and he thought she's just being petty and playing dumb. but then i think omi kinda became attached to her bc she tries so much to study and be a good friend and blablabla. with ominis her dynamic is more calm: maro just tries to keep him company and be less annoying. it's kinda like she behaves with her older sister zabel. but omi allows her to hug him for a long time and peck him on the cheeks.

so they all became friends but maro still spends a lot of time with girls: imelda, poppy and natty.

at the end of the year maro is broken mentally. all the deaths and grief that occurred is really driving her crazy. so she's starting to feel more comfortable around seb and omi than around girls who have different experience with this accursed 5th year. so at the end of the year she and the boys are best friends.

also. at 6th year maro is befriending my other oc valeri, who is 7th year ravenclaw. they knew each other before but never were close. then boom — they're on the same potions detention. they start to hang out and talk a lot and don't forget how tactile maro is. omi and seb are arguing and fighting a lot bc of unresolved tension lmao that's why maro feel more at ease with valeri. so valeri kinda got a crush at maro ... and it's a long story but they start to date and everything. but during this time maro understands that she's not capable of loving someone romantically. poor leri what can i say .....

so !! i've got a lot of thoughts about maro and her relationships with other characters but it's very hard for me to write about it like this for some reason especially in english ... but i think i'll post something about maro and valeri !!! i love them even though they're kinda tragic. if you got any questions you can ask it !!!!!!! I would love to answer it

[mimisdreamland]

MEET MR FUNSLY(left) AND MR CHAZ (right) (old art)

i started drawing this on THE SIXTEENTH. ITS THE 31st NOW TT-TT , drawing oc art takes time (weeks) but i can draw other characters in a day T-T

ALSO, I TAKES SO MUCH TIME BECAUSE I DRAW FOR LIKE AN HOUR A DAY AND I NEED A TOYHOUSE INVITE IF U CAN GIVE ME ONE PLEASE AND MASÌ

I NEED A CODE SO I CAN PROPERLY WRITE INFO ABOUT MY OCS PLS AGAIN AND MASÌ

(EDIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:

their names and designs have lightly and not-so lightly CHANGED!! Mr Walley LEFT and Mr Ronn RIGHT!!!! check out my newest drawing of my clowns!curently its just walley!!!! masi! you guys mean very much to me!) Walley and ron

[tmnt-aces-version]

intro!

hey everyone!

Im @ace_of_garlic_breads and this is my peraonal TMNT iteration! It's under the current name: TMNT (Ace's Version)

This blog is specifically for people to send characters (and yk, me too) asks and some doodle ideas!

Keep things SFW!

Any art not created by me will be credited, and any fanart is accepted! Just tag me (here and my main acc) and I'll show it all the love possible!!!!! (No srsly. Fanart makes me literally SO HAPPY and any kind makes me scream with happiness!!!)

Ask boundaries!

Things that are OK!

Characters & their lives

Relationships between Characters

Pretty much anything SFW is free rain!

Interactions with other iterations/aus/ocs (just provide context! Please & thank you!)

Things that aren't OK!

Anything NSFW

Anything bashing other iterations of TMNT.

Canon (non platonic) relationships

Raph x Mona

Donnie x Casey

Character designs:

(Masie isn't April's GF anymore, just a good friend (for now at least, I haven't fully decided)

Pre & Post mutantion Splinter and Venus

and other Allies/Enimies

(First 4 are suggestions from my instagram)

(Draxm, Big Mama, Shredder and the Krang are being worked on)

Character talking code (for just text posts):

💙Leo/Lee

💜Donnie

❤️Raph

🧡Mikey

💛April

🖤Casey

🤍Splinter

🩷Mona

💚Irma

☯️Venus

[darth-caillic]

What is Masie's reaction to the witches in the Shakespeare code?

Maisie would mostly think they're tacky. If I ever do write that episode Maisie's going to be having a bad brain day because Martha tries asking about her family during the night they're staying in the inn (you know, the ones stuck in the parallel universe, and her helicopter dad?).

So for the second half of that episode, Maisie's gonna be super over everything (but not Martha. She tries really hard to not act grumpy in front of her, and maybe Martha will try and call her out on it at the end of the ep) and just gonna be annoyed if she did interact with any of the witches.

Send me one of my OC's + a canon scene from the show and I'll tell you what they do in it/how they fit in

[cupidlemon]

Ever After High Oc Masterlist

Blubelle Blouin - Daughter of Bluebeard

Royal or Rebel: Rebel, was a Royal previously

Fic Name: TBD

Crush: TBD

Roommate: Lauren Liddell

Face claim: Kate Winslet

Nera Chandler - Daughter of Candlewick

Royal or Rebel: Rebel

Fic Name: TBD

Crush: Cedar Wood

Roommate: Mackenzie Clevern

Face claim: Madeleine Persch

Jadyen Hook - Daughter of Captain Hook

Royal or Rebel: Royal

Fic Name: TDB

Crush: Daring Charming

Roommate: Josslyn Trust

Face claim: Mikey Madison

Esme Thropp - Daughter of the Wicked Witch of the West

Royal or Rebel: Royal

Fic Name: Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Crush: TBD

Roommate: Grace South

Face claim: Teagan Croft

Delilah Gale - Daughter of Dorothy Gale

Royal or Rebel: Royal

Fic Name: Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Crush: Oswald Oz + Esme Thropp

Roommate: Cowell Lion

Face claim: Nina Dobrev

Abigail Crachit - Daughter of Timothy "Tiny Tim" Cratchit

Royal or Rebel: Roybel

Fic Name: One Normal Night

Crush: TBD

Roommate: TBD

Face claim: Masie Williams

Mackenzie Clevern - Daughter of Clever Manka

Royal or Rebel: Royal

Fic Name: TBD

Crush: TBD

Roommate: Nera Chandler

Face claim: Dove Cameron

Josslyn Trust - Daughter of Trusty John

Royal or Rebel: Royal

Fic Name: TBD

Crush: TBD

Roommate: Jadyen Hook

Face claim: Dua Lipa

Lauren Liddell - Daughter of Alice's Sister

Royal or Rebel: Royal

Fic Name: TBD

Crush: TBD

Roommate: Bluebelle Bluoin

Face claim: Daisy Ridley

[cl0ud7teen]

Gile beberapa hari ini ngeliat too many drama on x tl. Dari soal hybe sampe ke yume. Yg paling lucu ya yume sih. Seharusnya ga sepenting itu juga dilakukan… tp ini jadi food for thought buat gue sih.

I think last time gue mempertanyakan hal yg sama. Kenapa people sangat mudah ketrigger sama konten self ship orang lain yang kebetulan punya lore/oc/ f/o yg mirip dan sama?

That time (dan sampe sekarang juga) gue masi berpikir kalo self shipping itu adalah hal yg vulnerable. Like you’re putting the raw side of you, yang salahnya (not entirely wrong but should have been aware of) ditaro di media public.

Uda cukup jelas kalo X, IG, FB dan sebangsanya itu adalah social media. Means anyone can see your content. And that thing alone have put you on a vulnerable position. Why won’t anyone self ship privately aja? That way it protects your safe space kan benernya? Tapi yg sering gue liat tuh kebanyakan orang naro di tempat yg uda jelas publik, uda jelas people can see or comment on them (regardless the reaction) and expect every single person on earth be nice to you. That’s now how the jungle works sadly?

Belom lagi kalo meng call out seseorang in public based on assumption alone (I will call this assumption cus no one can actually tell who’s hiding behind pqrt unless you’re a professional hacker and can prove 99% of the culprit identity) yang sesungguhnya risky untuk dilakukan. Even though by intuition you can prolly tell this may be the person, but until it’s proven, there’s still 5% chance it’s not. It’s a double edge sword really.

Gua sendiri pun sangat aware kalo naro my OCs publicy might invite unwanted things. But that’s my own take karena gue sendiri yg memilih buat ngepublik hal tsb yekan.

I just hope people can be mature enough before they do things sebelum berakhir dengan nyelakain diri sendiri.

[oneirataxia-girl]

If they had a kid for Delphi and Jonathan? 🩷

this is making me realize how many ocs I haven't properly introduced on here why am I like this ffs

Jonathi gives me twins vibes idk why, so here's the older twin!

Name: Maisie Atlanta Byers-Guerrero

Gender: genderfluid, she/they pronouns

General appearance: pale skin that doesn’t tan easily, her mom’s eyes and her dad’s jawline, tomboyish clothing, cuts her own hair, a light dusting of freckles on her face, a band-aid somewhere on her limbs 24/7, dimples when she smiles

Personality: cool with strangers but a literal maniac with friends, doesn't like being called out in front of people, wild imagination useful for DnD campaigns, honest and loyal to the core, poet coded

Special talents: creative writing, photography, taking care of the family vegetable patch

Who they like better: Jonathan, Masis is closer to her dad like how Delphi was with hers, plus since they're more similar in personality Maisie feels like Jonathan understands her better

Who they take after more: Jonathan, she has his tendency to be distant with people she doesn't know, and his steadfast dedication to her loved ones

Personal headcanon: even though Maisie often uses the stories Auntie Raon tells her in their stories, they don't actually consider any of it to be as real as Raon describes it -- they just think Raon is insanely good at it and wish that she could write it down

Face claim: Ruby Cruz

[harunokijournal]

Another day kepikiran mau bikin oc baru tpi sekalian tiga biji wjaksgjsjsx, kinda inspo by Knsdgumi tpi masi tentatif yg bontot cewe apa cowo /brpikir

[robertsheeansnailpolish]

Hello

I have an oc

Name: Macy Lancaster

Age: unsure 25-29

Sexuality: bi

Gender: Female

S/o: Darren treacy

Crime(s): Arson, manslaughter, poison,

Victims: Nat Lancaster (mother),Tommy Lancaster (father), masie Lancaster (sister,failed),Liam brookswell (unsure) and Tatiana masch (ex girlfriend)

Lore: She and Darren first met when they were both 19 at a pub they talked and hit it off, Then at 22 Macy moved to London to begin her life of crime under the name "Maxwell", she fell in love,commited Arson yadah yadah yadah but when a group of assassins go after her she flees to Ireland back into Darren's territory,it is one day until she is married to her fiance Christopher. We all know the rule "oh it's your last day go kiss people" but chris disagrees because he says.

"my brother did that and got found out by his wife,she left him"

But being her naive self she decides to hook up with Darren one last time..Then on the night of her wedding she sees him hook up with her best friend Katie. So her and Darren start dating..days later she finds her sister masie hooking up with Darren because they were married, Darren says they are divorced but they aren't just masie and Darren stoped seeing eachother,so on the day of masie's wedding Macy sets fire to the bouquet on the center table and runs off. Also there is a ring she wears which keeps her in a stable state but whenever she loses it she normally commits Arson,so when Darren finds out that a girl called Natalie has Macy's ring and he has a substitute Natalie keeps it,so Darren...kills her, meanwhile Macy commits Arson to a small cottage with her ex fiance and Katie in it.

[nikkywrites]

A Siren's Pearl

Prompt: "I need you" || Fictober Day 1

Guess I'm doing Fictober now. Also guess I'm titling these. That's definitely going to come back to bite me in the butt. Original writing. Enjoy!

*****

Masy weeps like tales of goddesses gone. Cheeks glimmering in moonlight, tears sparkling. "I need you," she cries, voice like bells and song. Her desperation only heightens her beauty, which is why Lorilee has to deny her.

She steps back. Warning shivers through the links of her spine. Her heart, spelled and beating, bids her to listen. "I can't stay," she says, voice tight in her battle against her baser instinct to flee.

If it was something that would work, she would. But escaping a siren's grasp was a difficult matter, as complex and delicate as lace.

"You have to." Her eyes, dark like void and hunger and temptation, latch onto hers.

This too, is dangerous. A siren's gaze was near as bad as one's song.

"My father calls for me. Mother is ill," she says in misleading truth, appealing to her sort-of-lover, sort-of-jailer's weakness in thinking the moon is her mother. "If I do not leave now, I shall never lay eyes on her again." That much is true.

She's spent a moon's full cycle here, which is all she needed. Masy's pearl sits stolen in her pocket, safe for her to touch due to the effects of the bite dug into her neck. A siren's result of labor was acid to touch, unless the bearer carried a piece of the siren willingly given with them. A bite given in the height of passion. A lock of the siren's hair personally braided on their wrist. A piece of nail chipped and caught in their bone.

The formermost was the most viable of the three. People died from the third, pierced and bleeding and dead before their fingers ever grazed the pearl. The second option was a token of long friendship years in the making. Impossible without falling completely under their spell. And the first? It was easier to angle for, than the others. Though it was still near impossible.

Taking the lace she's so carefully woven and picking it apart, tearing apart her own fruits of labor.

But Lorilee succeeded. The bite had hurt, excruciating as the pleasure, but it was worth it. Would be, if she managed to leave.

"But you can't!"

Lorilee lowers her eyes. To display guilt and keep Masy's song (not a literal one, as most think) of tears and shame and shaking hands, from pulling her further in. She could keep it at bay, some, but weeks of exposure has worn her defenses thin. The call of it messes with her psyche, sways her heart, makes her think Masy truly alone and lonely. Making her believe in the story.

She mustn't believe in it. If she does, she is lost.

Her voice shakes. Purposeful, or instinct? She does not know. "I do not wish to leave you." And a part of her doesn't. The part that Masy's song reaches begs her to stay. How could she think of abandoning her, as so many have done? How can she think of leaving? Isn't Masy all she's ever wanted?

It's simple, now, to see why so many have failed.

But Lorilee is determined, fueled by her sister's ghost and empty grave. She set out knowing that she'd have to cut off a sliver of her soul and leave it. She knew a part of Masy would latch onto her and make her think the farce was real. That she was loved.

"I'd stay if I could," she adds on. That is... less true. Was only so under a certain frame and perspective. If Masy was human and innocent and wouldn't eventually kill her, she would, probably.

"But..." Masy's lip wobbles. "I need you to stay. Everything is empty without you."

Despite knowing this is a trick, her heart thuds painfully.

"As it will be for me," she says. It already is. It always has been. Auralia lost her life for this, months ago, and it'd broken something unrepairable in her chest. "But I fear it will be emptier to not hear my mother's final words. And I can return." She can, technically. Nothing makes it impossible. But she won't. Can't. For her sanity. For her family. For Auralia.

Masy presses her hands to her chest, as if her still heart felt the same pain Lorilee's did, though it's impossible. "Please." She pries one hand off her chest to reach for her. Beseeching. Waiting. Expecting.

Lorilee takes a step back. Lets her grief show. "I can't." She presses her fingertips to Masy's; gentle, mourning, and pulls away. "I'm sorry."

And she thinks she might be.

She slips her hand into her pocket. "I'm sorry, Masy." She turns. Leaves.

Masy ups the volume and pitch of her cries.

Lorilee keeps walking. Away from the lake. Through the night, her own cheeks wetting.

As the sun starts to brighten the sky, she slips the pearl from her pocket. It sits, ice and guilt, in her palm. A piece of Masy. A piece of Auralia. A piece of so many dead. With her other hand, she grabs the tiny reed flute, presses it to her lips. Ensures that her grip is secure on the pearl. She blows.

A high, light pitch. Wind stirs. Her eyes shut.

When she opens them, she is home.

*****

So... I might come back to this? Write more of this world in future Fictober pieces if I see the opportunity because I like this world now. This is my curse. I need to stop creating cool worlds on what's just supposed to fill a prompt.