#oc valentine's challenge

[ironverseocs]

OC Valentine's Challenge -> Day 3: No Second Chances Romance

She's back from Earth-2, after making a name for herself over there as The Flash. Jared is on the precipice of starting something with Wally – late night ice creams and stolen kisses in the hallway – and it's amazing as any new thing can be. But when he sees her, a little doubt starts to creep in. Maybe... he's thinking, they ended things too soon, and she's back for a reason...

Jesse pulls him aside, after a few days of skirted encounters and uneasy glances on Jared's part, to talk. They grab their regulars from Jitters, speed up to a city roof, and reminisce. In the sun, with the breeze, without the stressors of a superhero life, they realise one thing: they like each other, they have fun, they feel free to be themselves around each other... but in a way that makes them better off as friends. Not everything has to be some magical, pre-destined, meant-to-be 'thing'.

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[dreamtydraw]

Today i’m sick and use what left of my strength to half shade my six oc canon art because….

I love my ships ! ( third edition)

In order this time we haaaaaaave

-Marie x Sol | the kid at the back by @fantasia-kitt

-Noah x Elio | Keyframes by @blank-house

-Eleanore x Ais | Touchstarved by @redspringstudio

-Orelie x Van | Interwine by @crescencestudio

-Valentin x Tamarack | our life now and forever by @gb-patch

-Laurialet x Sage | Last legacy on Fictif

Yes Sage x Laurialet gets a second artwork but it’s because i miss last legacy very much…

[thursdaymoonrise11]

Hogwarts Legacy MC Challenge (part 2) - complete✨

From top to bottom, left to right:

@tuliprosepeony - Aksana Malinski & Amelia Flowers

@anomalyaly - Elsie Genevieve Corvin

@theladyofshalott1989 - Damien Evans

@rypnami - Auri Drusus

@sallowslove - Jean Vestrit

@sallowsangel - Esmerelda ' Esme' Greene

@meryachkins - Maro Terzian

@morelikeravenbore - Aurélie Collins

@wrongcog - Siobhan Moriarty

@mrs-sharp - Elaine Hopkins

@dwightschrute11 - Calypso

@savingsallow - Valentine 'Val' Black

@slytherin-paramour - Leina Kinomiya

@lilac-ravenclaw - Raven Fawlty

@syrooo - Renn Tsuyuki

@a-usernamelol - Allan Waite

@honeybadgerdontcare394 - Gilbert Blythe

Sorry this took me WAY longer than expected, but once again, I'm in love with your MCs 🥹 thanks for letting me draw them!!

💗💗

If I've gotten anything wrong/missed anything, let me know and I'll update🫡 sorry if so!!

[hagofbolding]

Valentine's day is COMING! Please take these smooches before it's too late

Characters are from my webcomic, Fairmeadow!

Get yer blank template from @hiveworks if you want in!

[jitteryjive]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! 🎃

(plus OC-tober day 31: costumes)

I HAVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO POST THIS… surprisingly, this is the very first year doing a halloween piece for the tooniverse, but doing the OC-tober prompts really motivated me! it was super fun playing with costume ideas and visual effects :] ALSO LISTEN TO THE SONG THAT INSPIRED THIS

+ the piece w/out effects under the cut!

[possumcollege]

Love me a good smooch. XOXO

[totaldramagamechallengers]

🩷💗💕PINK GIRLS!💕💗🩷

Ft: Alice Valentine from Exotic Escapade!

[cirqueduroyale]

Fun fact: I like Valentine's Day! (Don't tell the other aros >_>)

have some Quinn/Kingston smooches 💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[noxcaelestia]

Siblings

[ch4rryc0smos]

⊹ scent of summer — a. donaldson.

synopsis — tennis, college, and everything in between. a celebratory party that leads to the same quiet night, just this time with unspoken words that finally leave their prisons.

genres — friends to lovers, tension, mutual pining, late-night conversations, teasing, friendly banter, admiring, friend of a friend, domestic fluff, tooth rotting fluff.

pairing — art donaldson x friend!self insert, art donaldson x mutual friend!self insert.

warnings — mentions of being drunk, if that counts.

word count — 2.4k.

author's note — i love writing oneshots, they are so fun, i swear. and i also love art very much, if it isn't obvious yet. i saw this challengers series here, and i really want to write one now, but i simply don't have enough time, i've realised. i had to put another one on hold, and over that, it requires planning. i might just die. anyways, happy reading!

masterlist.

The crowd cheers, and Marion’s ears won’t stop ringing, no matter how hard she tries to make it stop. She’s also trying to act like this isn’t totally hurting her (it is, but Art can’t know that). Art’s mop of blond hair is glistening, shining even, under the sunlight. It beams down on him, the warmth spreading under his palms. Every time he gets a bit too close to where she’s sitting she’s almost sure she can count the sweat droplets rolling down his forehead, the skin wrinkling in focus and his lips forming a pout. Every time he spares her a glance, she feels the smile bloom all over, and instead nods at the court. 

Don’t get distracted, she thinks. Tashi sighs beside her.

Tashi, her superstar-model of a best friend turns towards her, giving her a tired look. “I don’t know if you being here gives him a confidence boost or if it distracts him more—”

“I’m hoping it’s the first.” Marion’s eyes are glued onto Art’s fluid movements. He hasn’t glanced at her once since the last time their eyes met, and she’s glad. Because he looks like he has the upperhand right now. And she hates how mushy his grunts of focus make her feel. They make her feel all fuzzy and her brain turn into pathetic mush. She huffs, turning away from the teasing eyes that Tashi has focused on her. She stares at the way Art practically bounces from one place to another, his eyes darting back and forth. 

Marion’s leaning forward, breath caught in her throat as Art goes for the winning strike, his groan full of so much relief Marion has to grip onto Tashi’s hand. Her best friend grins, laughing and throwing her hands up. Marion topples back onto her seat, laughing out in relief alongside Tashi, eyes stuck to Art’s approaching figure as he jogs up to them. 

“Must’ve helped him loads, with you in his sweatshirt,” Tashi whispers into her ear when she notices the general direction Art is walking in. She slips her hand out, sitting up straight.

All while Marion feels the warmth pool in her face. She huffs, looking away.

“Hey—” Art has to stop and take a deep breath, his voice is shaking slightly. 

He’s not been that unfit, surely.

“Not hitting the gym recently?” Marion says, standing up so she can ruffle his hair. He grins at her like he’s not seen her in ages. She shakes her head when he tries to wrap his arms around her. She is not hugging him while he’s got sweat all over him that makes him look like he could be the ultimate beacon of light, with all the reflection and the gleam of his pale skin.

“I want a hug,” he says, his racket hanging at his side.

Marion looks behind him, his sulking opponent storming away, she fights back her grin, focusing her gaze on his, smiling softly. “Not until you get a shower. You better scrub off that stench, Mr. Donaldson.”

He grumbles in indignation and hands her his racket, telling her he’ll be back soon. She knows exactly what to do. She waves off Tashi who’s already talking to Patrick, animated as she narrates the game that Zweig has also just watched anyway.

Marion weaves her way through the retreating crowd, she walks into the quiet of the campus walls, walking up to the room where Art camps out before games. She drops his heavy bag onto the floor, and stuffs the racket into it. She frowns at the crumpled tissue paper she forgot to throw away, dropping it into the dustbin stowed away in a corner, hidden from the public eye. She closes her eyes and lets her behind hit the chair stationed next to a metal closet. Her eyes flutter close and she relaxes into the cold of the room. 

And then footsteps echo outside, quick as they came, the door is thrown open and Marion opens her eyes to meet Art’s gleeful face. 

“Hey,” she whispers, smiling up at him.

“You good?” He stops in front of her sitting figure, looking down at her. She nods, standing up. “How was the game?”

“Shouldn’t I ask you that?” she mumbles into his shoulder, momentarily forgetting that he’s yet to take a shower. “You better let go of me, Art.”

“Why?” he mumbles, almost whiny while he tightens his grip around her waist. “I want to celebrate with my favourite girl.”  

“Later?” she cards her fingers through his messy locks of blond hair, unintentionally melting in his arms. He pulls her closer, supports her full weight against him, somehow not wanting to collapse onto the floor. 

Marion doesn’t get him sometimes, but she doesn’t question it. She hears him mutter something, and let go. She smiles. 

“By the way,” he starts, rummaging through his bag, “Tashi, Patrick and I will be having a little party at our dorm later tonight, you should—” 

He’s interrupted by her phone pinging incessantly. She glances at him apologetically, and pulls it out. Lo and behold, it’s Tashi. Talk about the devil. She skims the message, it’s something about what Art was just mentioning. Marion laughs.

“Tashi mentioned it,” she says.

Art raises an eyebrow at her. “Well, I was doing it before her.” 

Marion grins, shaking her head as she steps up to him, planting a gentle kiss on his jawline before she takes the run, sprinting out of his room, and towards her dorm. She makes a mental note to reply to Tashi later. She expects her best friend to probably be with Patrick, either dissecting the game, or eating his face. And either way, she doesn’t want to deal with them, not just yet. 

Whenever they have these little parties, they’re timid, alright, but it never fails to end up with Art and Marion alone, the former listening and Marion speaking to her heart’s content, spurred on by Art’s nice gaze, and his interest, and the late hours of the night that ask her to open the windows into her mind.

To him. 

But the next day, neither of them talk about the way they’d end up curled in each other’s embrace, smiling like they’re on cloud nine, holding each other’s faces, pressed together.

When Marion reaches her dorm, she’s not surprised when she’s greeted by silence. She unlocks the door and steps in, a steady flow of sunlight flooding in from the window that she’d left open earlier in the morning. The air is humid, Marion now feels sweaty. She blows air into her t-shirt, shivering as she stares at her reflection on the mirror on her closet. Tashi’s tennis attire is thrown across their beds. Marion grins, picking it up and tenderly placing it on a corner. 

Now, she has to get ready. She wishes Tashi was there, to help her. 

She isn’t the best with things like this, and she would appreciate the emotional support.

Well, it never appears. 

The night air clings onto her skin as she wades her way through campus, feet carrying her down the same path that leads her back to his place. And Patrick’s place. Tashi had called her earlier, letting her know that she’s already with Patrick, that she didn’t realise the time passing when she was with her boyfriend. Marion laughed it off.

And now she treads through silence, the stillness of the quiet night making her stiff, but she continues anyway. 

She’s ever grateful to safely reach her destination. Her wrist reaches upwards to place three measured knocks on the door, she waits, bouncing from heel to heel. And then the door cracks open, locks of blond greet her before a face does, then Art appears in his entirety.

A smile breaks onto his face the second his eyes set on her. Oceans crash against the shore, a forest dances in the distance. She smiles back at him. 

“I hope I’m not late,” she says, scratching the back of her neck.

He shakes his head, “not at all, don’t worry.” He holds his hand out for her. She accepts it graciously, letting him tug into the threshold of his dorm room. Laughter caresses her senses, her eyes immediately straying towards the direction of the sound. Tashi and Patrick are on the floor, grinning as Marion approaches them.

She notices Tashi taking a swig out of a beer can. And then her eyes inch upwards, and when she notices her best friend, she starts grinning. Marion sits down beside her. Tashi places her hands in Marion’s lap. The Brit holds them gently, playing with her fingers.

“Mari’!” she says, smiling, brown eyes staring into hers. 

She blinks at her, “Hey, Tashi—” Marion starts, but is rudely interrupted by Patrick. Who is somehow slurring his words already.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” He wiggles his eyebrows at her.

Marion shakes her head, face-palming. And suddenly the pressure of two palms are on her shoulder. She turns her head around and she’s nose to nose with Art Donaldson, kneeling behind her. He smiles. Marion sighs, tapping his nose, making him move back.

“Mari’...” he elongates the last vowel, pouting.

“You’re not drunk, are you?” she asks, glancing at the other two, who look considerably wasted, for the measure. 

“Not quite.” Art nuzzles his nose into her shoulder, breathing deeply. She turns around to him fully and wraps her arms around him. 

She laughs softly, “I can’t be the only one who isn’t drunk,” she whispers, eyeing the other two with mock disdain. Patrick grins, giving her and Art a look that plainly goes ‘just kiss already’, Marion looks away, trying to ignore the way her cheeks flare up. 

Tashi on the other hand, is staring at Patrick, and then glancing at Marion. And she shrugs. 

One thing leads to another, a cigarette break for Patrick has him going with Tashi to who knows where. But they’re not back, and it’s been a while.

“Don’t think they’ll be back any time soon,” Art mutters, face pressed into the crook of Marion’s neck. The latter nods in agreement, running her hands on his bare skin under his thin cotton shirt. His hands are on her waist, also under the warmth encapsulated by his sweatshirt that’s hanging loose on her skin. His hands are warm to the touch, and she shivers, but doesn’t ask him to let go. 

At some point through the night, the window was thrown open, and it’s been like that since. Warm air wafts through the open window, the scent of summer lingering in the room, clinging to their skin. Marion’s chin rests on Art’s head, he’s tracing random shapes onto the skin of her sides, her eyes flutter close.

She feels shuffling, and suddenly warm air—No, a warm breath is fanning right against her face. She opens her eyes a sliver, to meet Art’s eyes, his lips inches away from hers. His hands have her caged against the headboard of the bed. She stares up at him. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks him, voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothin’, you jus’ look pretty,” he mumbles, pressing his forehead to hers. She has to reach up, wrap her arms around his neck. She wants to turn her face away before she’s sure she’ll bloom into a scarlet mess, but Art’s fingers find their way onto her right cheek. She instinctively leans into the touch, how she does often, more often than she should.

“I don’t,” she breathes into his fingers, turning her head slightly so she can place kisses on his fingertips.

“You always do,” Art counters, turning her face back so he can look at the entirety of it. He breathes softly, she’s back to counting every smile line, eyelashes, stray strand of hair, anything, so she doesn’t have to stare at the way his lips are parted.

The way he looks incredibly kissable. 

And the way that makes her heartbeat stutter. 

She shakes her head, Art tilts his head.

“Please,” he whispers.

Her breath hitches in her throat. She thinks she knows exactly what he’s asking, but she’s scared to say anything, to just say yes. 

“Please what?” she breathes out with a shaky voice. He shuffles, pressing closer against her. Her eyes close.

“Look at me.” His hands trace the expanse of her face, cupping it. 

She opens her eyes. The look in his eyes is so plain, she nods. 

He leans down, captures her lips in a gentle kiss, pulling her as close as he can. She wants to crumble in his arms, he tastes like summer, or whatever she thinks it tastes like. His lips are warm, but soft, his breath makes her heady, tint of peppermint making her head spin. His hair is tickling her face as he presses ever closer, trying to seemingly memorise the way her lips move in sync with his. Her arms are pulling him closer by the neck until they’re practically moulded into one another. Hands weave into his hair, tugging at it. 

He groans softly.

The butterflies erupt in her stomach. 

When he pulls away, her chest is rising and falling quickly, shaky breaths slipping past as she stares at his red face, eyes barely open. He’s grinning. She chuckles.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers.

“You’ve said,” she whispers back, reaching out and pulling him closer by the nape of his neck. There’s no resistance, he just crumbles onto her, his head nuzzled against her shoulder, where he’s now peppering feather light kisses. 

She presses her face into his hair, drinking in the scent of… the beach that infiltrates her senses. He is summer, to some extent. She reckons.

“No but, you just…” he trails off, breathing softly against the crook of her neck. She glances at the clock hanging on the wall, 01:44 it reads. 

“Mhm, whatever you say,” she hums, closing her eyes, relaxing, Art’s weight pressed against her. He snakes his arms back around the skin of her waist, under the sweatshirt. She relaxes into his grip more, feels the exhaustion tugging at her consciousness.

“Wear my sweatshirt more often,” he whispers, voice quiet, the tiredness lining every syllable. 

She nods against the headboard, holding him closer. 

The strong scent of summer is wafting in from somewhere now, and she can hear a door creaking open, can hear the quiet murmurs of people from somewhere, but she ignores it. Marion’s mind is consumed by the urge to sleep and by Art’s comforting weight, and the way his chest is rising and falling against hers. 

Summer surrounds them, and sleep speaks in quiet whispers to her. She smiles against the top of Art’s head, doesn’t care if there are obscenely loud giggles echoing around her, she’ll deal with it later.

ch4rryc0smos © 2024 … do not repost, alter, translate, or steal my work.

[ironverseocs]

OC Valentine's Challenge 2024 -> Day 6: Almost Love

Lisa and Micah had been traveling through the labyrinth for three months now with no luck in escaping. They encounter Eros who, like Janus, is a minor god stuck within this underground's confines and bored enough to mess with whoever he comes across. Unfortunately, Lisa and her friend just so happen to stumble across him. They manage to escape, but not without first being subject to the love god's arrow-flung spells.

The spells wear off the further they run through the tunnels, until finally, they take a break to sit down and lean against the walls, catching their breath...

"How are you feeling?" Micah finally asks, his lungs no longer heaving for air.

"Not like I want to kiss you anymore. Thank, god," Lisa adds and closes her eyes. She hated the whole thing: not only was being pierced by Eros' arrow excruciating – like a rod of fire burning a hole in the middle of her chest –, but it had overridden everything she came to identify with, told her it was invalid, and forced her to feel things she couldn't before. It felt... odd. Unnatural. She shivered at the violation.

"That's good. Means the spell wore off," Micah returned. "I feel more myself, too."

Thinking she heard something in his tone and curious to know more, Lisa asked, "You're not disappointed, are you?"

He took the question with a second of silence. "Nah," he finally said. "No. I mean, we work well together, sure. But romance?" He made himself chuckle.

Lisa shook her head with a wrinkled nose and joins in with the chuckle. "No, thanks," she agrees. In the past, she had had the thought that she needed to feel something towards other people in terms of romantically or 'attraction', but when it became clear that she'd never feel what other people felt, she oddly found herself at peace. She didn't feel it nor did she want what came out of it. "So, where to now?"

"I say, rest, and then we'll see where the tunnel leads in the morning," suggested Micah.

"'Morning'," Lisa scoffed at a mumble, picking herself to her hands and knees in order to pad out her coat across the floor for a makeshift space to nap. "See you when the rooster crows," she snarked, again at a mumble. Just barely did she see her friend smile before her eyelids drooped and exhaustion took over.

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[scottycomics]

It's February 1st so I decided to do this fun little OC Kissing Challenge~~

Original Template from @hiveworks

[cinnamonbloom]

Happy Valen-Rise!

The only prompt up to now that I was able to make

Oof

Also highlighters on wax

Not my best idea (I'm sorry muertos-)

[moxtoons]

Happy Valentine's Day!

I joined a color pallet challenge hosted by my friend Vin and I definitely needed to draw my boy Tragedy with his partners!

Reblogs are appreciated please don't repost

[littlefrenchsims]

Spotted

Brandley would have a date, with a very beautiful young woman @johziii

[lazysunjade]

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