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derelictheretic · 5 months ago
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4 Peas In A Pod
I also ended up drawing the cousins bc the idea was too adorable how could I NOT?? Look at how happy they all are !! I had so much fun doing the second sketch of the kiddos piled up on Eden's back I think they all look adorable and Eden is not even bothered they weigh nothing 2 her <33 (Eden belongs to bugcutstherug)
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kurokrisps · 2 years ago
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Meet Cloudy's parents, Ace (51) and Sinclair (48).
Ace works a desk job at an office and Sinclair owns a small jewelry store.
They were high school sweethearts, the relationship being initiated by Sinclair who kept following Ace around like a patronizing puppy. It didn't help that she'd been his tutor and kept throwing hints for him to ask her out. Poor, dim Ace. Who was he to deny her?
Years later they have Jamie Calamity Camden (aka Cloudy). Sinclair adored her and Ace was just about ready to faint. It wasn't exactly that he wished for a boy but it would've helped better to raise one. Ace had no idea how he would go about raising a girl, so he left most of the parenting to his wife while he focused on providing for the family.
Unfortunately though, Sinclair was a battle axe of a mother. Doting and well intentioned, yes. But towards the rest of the world she was bitter and critical, instilling fear of it into Jamie.
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jasmariswonderland · 2 years ago
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Sinclair: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Ace: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Sinclair: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Deuce: edible
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aceoflanterns · 2 years ago
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i'm back for miwip wednesday >:)) at this rate i'll share the whole damn fic before i finish it lmao
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i think my brand is just will byers saying fuck in this au. he deserves it for everything i'm putting him through
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chloe-spade · 2 years ago
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A Special Secret Ch. 7
"That's what happened?" Deuce asked, folding his arms, "You got into a food fight with Floyd, which caused you to be transformed and you learned that Jamil knew about this the entire time."
It was a few minutes after Ace left the party after the fiasco which make him leave it early as he felt pretty parted out. Ace had to spill the beans on what happened during the party, from Epel's meddling.
Ace nods in shame, "He knew Floyd was using a moonring and used water to stop him. Jamil wasn't having it after basketball night." He looked down, "Now he knows about me.."
"Not us?" Epel asked.
"No, I was too in shock by Jamil and Floyd's combined backstory to well, speak for myself and my experience as a merfolk. I just got overwhelmed and left."
"Sounds like you," Yaz joked.
Ace muttered, walking inside the pool house, the others following behind him.
They walked inside, the windows are miraculously covered and security cameras were powered down. It was very quiet, it could send a chill down anyone's spine.
The only items that remained were Ortho's wheelchair, tablet, an array of towels, and the pool wide open.
"I already have chills down my spine," Epel shivered, "I never been here at night and now it's so...unsettling. And where's Ortho? I thought he was here."
"His stuff is here, though," Yaz spoke.
Deuce walked closer to the pool, and he noticed a shine within it, the more he went near, the more noticeable it became. He kneeled to the pool to examine it, but a hand come out and pulled him down.
"Woah!" Deuce gasped and swam up.
The others rushed over to Deuce's aid, as he rises him up from the pool's surface.
"Are you ok?" Ace asked, rushing over to the poolside, "Seems like you fell in."
"I'm alright," Deuce chuckled, "and I didn't fall in! Ortho pulled me in!"
Ortho giggles and swims by, "Sorry about that, Deuce! I was having so much fun in here, and I didn't think you guys would show up. But you did, so I'm happy!" He splashed his tail against the water, "Come on, get in! Enjoy this time."
The other first years looked around, making sure that it was only them. Decided the close was clear, they were still weary.
"So since I'm not the only one that feels unsure about this, I'll offer to keep watch," Yaz offered, feeling the worry in the atmosphere
"Oh sweet, me and Epel were going to make you do that in the first place," Ace remarked, "but thanks for making that decision yourself."
Yaz looked annoyed but wasn't surprised by this statement from his friend, he decided to take a seat while the others get in the pool.
Epel was the first one in the pool, jumping in and making a big splash. Which almost hit Othro's tablet.
"Hey watch it, this tablet isn't cheap," Idia shouted from the screen.
"Well, you won't have to worry about your precious tablet if you're here in person," Ace said while trying to hold back a little laugh.
Before Idia could comment, Ace let himself fall backward into the cold water. Then within minutes, he was also turned into his merman form.
"So, what's the thing with Ortho?" Yaz asked, picking up Ortho's tablet, "Just, he knows about merfolk, and he is a merfolk. How did that happen?"
"Well, the question I should be asking you is...well, technically the same question..." Idia muttered, "You know..how you transformed?"
"Well, after a bad day, Ace came by and we followed Deuce to a moonpool of sorts. We followed him and the moon had some effect on us, transforming Ace and me into merfolk. That day was the day, and now we're here. Them acting like children, and me being the only one taking it seriously. Other than Deuce, of course."
"Well," Idia gulped, "It's an...complicated situation. You wanna know why Ortho's always in a wheelchair?"
Yaz looks back at Ortho, who was playing with the others so gleefully.
"I guess I need an answer,"
"Ortho was yet to be born," Idia started, "when I...went to the beach for the first time and found a seashell. It was an odd-looking one, but I liked it so I decided to keep it as a memento. A reminder. Unfortunately for me, it belonged to a hasty mermaid who wanted it back, as it belonged to her. So of course she came for it and found me and my family. She demanded it back, but my parents said no," Idia's voice wavered, "so she started a curse, a curse that cannot be reversed unless she commanded it so. She cursed any new offspring of my parents to be just like her, a merfolk, born as so. Never to feel human again."
"That's...oddly specific," Yaz hesitated, "all for a shell?"
"Classic video game villain stuff, petty for no absolute reason. But the dead was done, as soon Ortho was born, he had," He looks at Ortho, " a tale, a full mermaid tail. My parents were, for lack of better terms, disgusted with Ortho's new appearance. But I could never do that, as I knew I was at fault for what happened, so I took care of Ortho and even built him a tank to swim around in. Not until recently, he got legs for the first time, but he had a hard time walking so I created that wheelchair for him so he can attend a new school. One with...normies like you. Extroverts like him. Nothing I could accomplish myself."
"So..what does that make him? From what Azul spoke of, we never spoke about what happens when something like..this happens?"
"Azul-shi stated that he was a half. Someone born with both, not transformed like you moonblood. Even curses could count for half-merfolk as they can do it to an unborn baby in an instant. He should know, his mother is a sea witch after all. An old one too."
"You know, after all that info you just gave me, I have more questions than answers," Yaz responded, dumbfounded at what he just learned.
Idia looks at Yaz with an understanding look, "I can't blame you for not getting it now, when Azul-shi and the tweels try to explain more about this lore stuff to me for the first time, it was a bit a bit overkill history lesson," he said while sounding a bit distant from the mic.
"Huh, I see," Yaz said, but he had one more question he had to ask. "How did you find out about Azul and the twins being merpeople in the beginning?"
There was a bit of a crash on Idia's side, catching Yaz off guard and getting the other's attention.
"Brother? Is everything alright on your end?," Othro ask, getting close enough so Idia could hear him.
"Uh, yeah, everything is fine," Idia quickly responded, "I just drop something..." he continued, now sounding quieter.
"What in the world did you drop that made a sound like that," Epel questioned.
"Just...hey Yaz you should probably look around the area," Idia offered, now sounding sheepish "We have been talking for a bit after all."
Yaz sighed at this request, he didn't appreciate that Idia was now avoiding his question, but yet Idia had a good point. "Alright, I'll look around and let you guys know the close is clear."
Yaz got up and started to walk around, leaving the others in the meantime.
"So is everything alright back at your dorm?" Deuce asked
"Yeah, everything is fine over here," Idia answered "Just doing some important work overhear that's all and try to make myself some food, but it ended up on the floor," Idia explains while sounding annoyed.
"Oh, now that explains the crash," Ace commented
"Oh dear, would you like me to grab you something from the cafeteria on my way back?" Othro asked, sounding a bit worry
"No it's fine Othro, I still got my emergency snacks with me," Idia said. "But thank you for asking me, make sure you get something for yourself on the way back," he continued.
"I will, but I'll make sure to bring something for you on the way back," Othro responded
Yaz came back at that moment, looking relieved knowing that the cost was all clear.
"Good news, there isn't anyone here besides us. So we could just continue what we have been doing," Yaz announced, sitting by the tablet. "Now, don't you think for a second that I forgot what I asked earlier?" He questions with a sarcastic smile.
"Jeez your that pertinent, huh? And I thought that team strategy players were pretty pertinent," Idia said, now annoyed about having to explain another story.
"Oh? What did you ask him Yaz," Othro question
"Why are mentioning this to everyone else?" Idia groan as he is even more annoyed about the situation.
"Are you hiding something from us," Ace remarked, "and didn't Othro mention that you were willing to give us the information we need for ourselves?'
"I don't recall saying that," Othro mumbled, but not loud enough for his brother to hear through the tablet
"Look, it's a bit of a personal story between me and a game club friend," Idia said, now sounding more defensive. "And even if I say this behind their back, you have no idea what they could do to me," he explains.
"Not even someone who works for Azul?" Yaz smirked.
"Hmm, let me think...no," Idia responded sarcastically, "I know that he would like to keep this to himself, and that extends to me, of course." Idia huffs.
"Obviously yeah," Ace chuckled, "Azul likes his privacy, and I mean, big privacy. I don't know if it extends to the Tweels, but man is he secretive about stuff about him."
Yaz sighs, "I could ask him tomorrow if I have the chance," He sits back down.
"How about you don't," Idia gulped, "if you ask him, he'll know you heard it of me, and I don't want those slimy eels all over me because I broke an oath."
"Azul wouldn't really do it  to you," Ortho spoke, "I asked him in case we ever encounter merfolk around the school."
"Still, an oath is an oath," Idia wavered, "Azul-shi says when an oath has been broken, you may never repair it...especially if it's from Azul-shi."
"We can ask for permission now if you like?"
"Ugh, fine," Idia groaned, "Yaz, can you put me on hold for now? have to make a nerve wreaking call."
Yaz smiles and puts Idia on hold. "Now that he's gone for a while, how about we talk?"
"But should we talk to Azul first?" Deuce question
"I don't want to leave Idia alone for too long," Othro responded, now wondering what Yaz was thinking.
"I know, but at least we can learn more about Ortho while we're here. It just seems less troublesome since Idia's gone. So, Ortho, tell us about yourself."
"You sound like an elementary teacher, and frankly, I don't like it." Ace remarked, "Not that it's bad, but it's a little unsettling,"
Yaz smiles and looks at Ortho.
"Well, let's see," Ortho started, "Other than the obvious, my favorite subjects are alchemy, mathematics, and astrology. I'm now part of the Film Studies club," He chuckles, "That's because I just adore theatre as a kid, and since there was a club for it, I attended."
"Oh, how did you handle the evil queen himself, Vil Schonheit?" Epel mockingly wept, swimming around Ortho.
"Oh, he was pretty nice to me, especially since I gave him a list of my favorite films as a kid. He gave me a heartfelt speech about my... knowledge of films, but he was nice."
"Good luck," Epel cackled, "as a Pomefiore student, he's a difficult one."
Ortho rolls his eyes, "I think I can handle myself. If I can handle big brother then I can handle anyone." He beams and looks over at Epel.
"You're much stronger than I can ever be," Ace laughed, "If I say that to Housewarden Riddle, I'd lose my head, permanently."
"Speaking of Riddle," Deuce wondered, "What time is it?"
"Hmm, 10:50?"
"Crap!" Deuce gasped, "Ace, we need to go! Riddle will kill us if we don't return after 11?! It's a rule." He lifts himself, beginning to dry himself. "I recommend you guys leave as well if you can't handle the housewardens' wrath."
"Oh, you're right." Epel followed.
Yaz started to gather most of his stuff and carefully picked up a sleepy Grim from Ortho's wheelchair. "He's right, we should get going now. School's tomorrow."
"Mmm..." Grim yawned and snuggled against Yaz.
Deuce, all dried up, helps Ortho back into his wheelchair.
"Like I said," Ace smiles, pouncing on Deuce, "Personal heater!"
"Didn't we agree that we would never, ever use that again?" Deuce groaned.
"And I agreed?"
"It still works." Epel stretches, "Let's get going now before we all get punished."
"I'll tell big brother!" Ortho left on hold and smiled, "Hi big brother, I'm heading back now. Don't worry, we're safe and no one has seen us."
"Good..."Idia yawned, "just hurry back now.."
"You sound exhausted,"
"I am, but that's not a new feeling, and like extreme bosses, I can handle it...just needs some gamer fuel and I'll be great."
"Oh no! You are not eating junk food, especially at night," Ortho lectured, "You better be in bed before I get there or I swear I'll incinerate those games of yours."
"Hehe, noob! That's not going to stop me."
"So...who's older?" Epel questioned as they leave the pool area.
"Ortho," Yaz answered, "Idia's like a spoiled teen who plays video games all night. Ortho's the academic brother who cares about his education."
"Excuse me?!"
They laughed at Yaz's remark and he turns to leave the school.
"See you guys tomorrow," he called out, "And hope you two don't get into huge trouble with Riddle!"
"Pray for us..." Deuce whispered/
"I'll be praying," Yaz spoke before he begins to walk through the hallways.
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Ace and Deuce entered Heartslabuyal, trying to keep a low profile as everyone could be sleeping.
"So what's your excuse when we get caught?" Deuce asked, following Ace inside. "Like...are we late because we just left the party?"
"That's my excuse," Ace agreed, "So, let's try to be quiet and not to make a sound...or at least make a small one."
Ace and Deuce held their breaths as they heard Riddle's stern footsteps across the halls.
"Don't worry about me, Trey," Riddle chuckled, "Since when has the full moon affected me?"
"Hmm, not like I remember, Riddle," Trey smiled, "but I am worried considering the next sudden full moon. Of course, I'm worried."
"If I do get affected, you have the right, nay, you're the first one to know. If that could ease your worries we have more pressing matters. Like Ace and Deuce, because if I don't see them in their rooms by 11, it's off with their heads.."
"Full moon?" Ace whispered as they walked past the door.
"Like us?" Deuce looks back, "You don't think.."
"Possibly, but I doubt it. Riddle's smart." Ace reassured and opens his room dorm, "But I'm going to hit the hay now...goodnight, Deuce..."
"Night, Ace..." Deuce entered his room and sat on his bed, "...what if Riddle...is like us? Should we trust him...or should he trust us?"
Deuce sighed and lay on his bed, his eyes dropped and soft snores were the last thing he heard that night.
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reareaotaku · 9 months ago
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Masterlist III | COMPLETED
Finished: June 7, 2024 [12:27 PM CDT] *= Slightly NSFW/NSFW Masterlist I Masterlist II Masterlist IV
I Am Not Okay with This
Stanley Barber
Stanley Barber Headcanons Late Night Calls Backseat Driving*
Stranger Things
Mike Wheeler
My Sweet Valentine I Loathe You [Mike's POV]* Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons Jealous Mike Wheeler Headcanons Brother's Best Friend*
Lucas Sinclair
My Sweet Valentine
Jane 'Eleven' Hopper
My Sweet Valentine Mike Wheeler & Jane 'Eleven' Hopper Headcanons Jealous Eleven
Maxine 'Max' Mayfield
My Sweet Valentine
Billy Hargrove
My Sweet Valentine
Steve 'The Hair' Harrington
My Sweet Valentine Mean Little Boy I'm in Love with You
Nancy Wheeler
My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons
Robin Buckley
My Sweet Valentine Nancy Wheeler & Robin Buckley Headcanons
Johnathan Byers
Johnathan Byers Headcanons
IT
Richie Tozier
Richie Tozier Headcanons
Karate Kid
Daniel Larusso
Daniel Larusso Headcanons*
The Umbrella Academy
Five Hargreeves
I Can't Lose You Sick Reader
The Goldfinch
Boris Pavlikovsky
Run Away Boris NSFW Headcanons* Injured Reader Mean! Boris Headcanons You're so Drunk*
Theodore 'Theo' Decker
Run Away Theo Decker Headcanons
Celebrities/Influencers
Matt Sturniolo
Matt Headcanons
Blue Beetle
Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes
Jaime 'Blue Beetle' Reyes Headcanons
The Turning
Miles Fairchild
Miles Fairchild SFW/NSFW Headcanons* No Where 2 Run* Reader is Sick School is a Bore [PT 2 of School Girls] Made into a Woman* [Pt 3 of School Girls & School is a Bore] She's the Only Girl I wanna Love* [Pt 2 of Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck] Soft Schoolboy Headcanons Maid of the Rich Kind Nanny! Reader* Stalker 2 Be
Ben 10
Ben Tennyson
Yandere! Ben Tennyson Headcanons
Clone High
I Am Not a Clone Series
Where the Fuck am I? [Part 1]
Fear Street
Christine 'Ziggy' Berman
Christine 'Ziggy' Berman Headcanons
Nick Goode
Nick Goode Headcanons
Rick & Morty
Morty Smith
Morth Smith Headcanons Evil Morty Headcanons
Scooby Doo
Fred Jones
Fred Jones Headcanons Fred Jones Mystery Inc Headcanons
Hex Girls
We're the Hex Girls & We're Going to Put a Spell on You
Corpse Bride
Emily the Corpse Bride
Yandere! Emily Headcanons
Young Sheldon
Georgie Cooper
Georgie Cooper Headcanons
When You Finish Saving the World
Ziggy Katz
Yandere! Ziggy Katz Headcanons Jealous! Headcanons
We Are Who We Are
Fraser Wilson
Fraser Wilson Headcanons
Shazam
Freddy Freeman
Freddy Freeman Headcanons
Game of Thrones
Daenerys Targeryan
Male! Daenerys Targeryan Headcanons
Ghostbusters
Trevor Spengler
Jealous Headcanons
Don’t Tell a Soul
Joey
Joey Headcanons
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Rodrick Heffley
Crazy Party What if Rodrick was Jealous?
Wednesday
Wednesday Addams
I Don't Love You Singing my Love [Pt 2 of I Don't Love You] I Know You Got Issues & I Do Too [Male! Wednesday Addams] Male Wednesday Headcanons +drabble
Spiderman
Gwen Stacy
Gwen Stacy Headcanons
Scream
Stu Macher
Stu Macher Headcanons*
Batman
Dick 'Richard' Grayson
Save Me, Baby
Damian Wayne
Superboy vs Robin Damian Wayne Headcanons Love in High Places [Pt 2 of Superboy vs Robin]
Barbara 'Batgirl' Gordon
Barbara Gordon Headcanons
Tim 'Red Robin' Drake
Tim Drake Headcanons
Superman
Jon Kent
Superboy vs Robin Love in High Places [Pt 2 of Superboy vs Robin]
Clark 'Superman' Kent
Superman Headcanons
Lolirock
Iris
Genderbend Iris Headcanons
Shrek
Arthur Pendragon
Arthur Pendragon Headcanons
Kim Possible
Kim Possible
Schoolboy Crush
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Jessica Rabbit
Jessica Rabbit Headcanons
Mario
Princess Peach
Princess Peach Headcanons
Princess Rosalina
Princess Rosalina Headcanons
OC
Prince Alexander
Yandere Prince Headcanons
Ace
Grumpy x Sunshine Headcanons
Nightmare on Elm Street
Glen Lantz
Touch Me
That's Not My Neighbor
Francis 'Milkman' Mosses
Milkman Headcanons*
Goofy Movie/ An Extremely Goofy Movie
Max Goof
Max Goof Headcanons He was a Skater Boy
The Lion King
Kovu
Kovu Headcanons
Beetlejuice
Astrid Deetz
Astrid Deetz Headcanons
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
'Leo' Leonardo
Leonardo Headcanons
'Donnie' Donatello
I Do Not Like You
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ophii · 5 months ago
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slowly offers you my pjo ocs.... accept? all the info you could ever want (/j) about them below cut
in order of the images, l to r, up and down: 1) THE ONE, THE ONLY... JADE SINCLAIR!!! "she, daughter of witchcraft, will reap" ive got a lot to say about her.... 1. shes like the percy of my ocs, the new plaything of the gods after percy becomes an adult. she/they, 14 (12 at the time of her main quest), daughter of hecate, bi. REALLY good at magic and controlling the mist. i mean... shes a hecate kid, shes great at magic and can do almost anything
the little gem on her athame (the weapon) was given to her by her dad, which was given to him by hecate. it kind of forms paths for her while shes fighting, resembling the whole crossroads hecate thing... shes able to call upon hellhounds by whistling!!! her strongest magic is related to night/the moon, so dark magic, you could say. her fatal flaw is kindness, which might be surprising based on her looks and abilites. shes too trsuting, kind, and isnt a big fan of killing. also, alexeis gf!!! btw all of her super cool magic stuff (the paths, whistling, etc) has cooldowns
part of the quest trio also i wrote something for the first prophecy but technically its not a poem so??? does it count?? idk: When night falls, the child of magic must seek out a key. With a child of tricks and a child of sleep, She, daughter of witchcraft, will reap. Lunionem* in hand, a stone to guide, Follow the moonlight through the night, Down to Hades, and with friends to help set her right, She'll find the key and seal the fight. * her athame, which is a knife used in rituals!! 2) "a child of tricks" NATHAN "NATE" TRICKER!!! hermes kid, obvi... he/him, 15 (13 at time of main quest), bi. really good at manipulation, pranking, and tricking people (who wouldve thought?) gets compared to luke a LOT, as hes kind of a big brother to all the campers who are younger than him (he is basically a better luke tbh) he hates the comparison though (he didnt even know the guy!!!). nate's fatal flaw is feelings of inferiority. his sword is meant to represent hermes' caduceus and i probably spelt that wrong but whateva. part of the quest trio. 3) kiki, the latest one i made. she has no last name for now lol. dionysus kid, can instill madness into people. she/they/xe, 17, pan. not much to say about them tbh. fatal flaw is not taking things seriously lol 4) MY SON ALEXEI ARKWRIGHT!! hephaestus kid, got burnt lol SKILL ISSUE!! a nerd... he/him. hes 14, demiboy, ace, and omni. good at forgery, a bit skilled at sewing though thats probably not a hephaestus thing. jades bf (his failboy swagger captivated her). autistic and has ocd. everyone has adhd and dyslexia tho obvi. fatal flaw is hesitation. 5) "a child of sleep" PHOEBE DREMA!! hypnos kid, 13 (11 at time of mian quest), aroace, sapphic, she/her. can control dreams, hypnotize ppl, and can cause people to become eepy. narcoleptic, falls asleep super easily and isnt the best at fighting. HOWEVER, her fatal flaw is ambition/recklessness, as she loves a good challenge/fight. ALSO FUNFACT: her arrows are dipped in water from the river lethe, so when someone gets hit with them, they are both injured AND they forget where they are for about 10 seconds. part of quest trio
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adelarsims · 4 months ago
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Do you have any aroace OC's?
more than you imagine, so i won't even show all of them, i'll just show my favorite
🖤🩶 ACE CHARACTERS SHOWCASE 🤍💜
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katze | leslie | eide
zach | ethan | sinclair
dave | jeb | cassandra
all on different places on spectrum, and for different reasons, some are only aro or only ace
upd: okay i just realized you asked about OCs specifically, not about characters in general, so jeb and cassandra aren't OCs, oh well
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serialkilluh1996 · 5 months ago
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⌕Genres
Fluff
Angst
Smut (rarely, and i dont do smut requests)
Age gap (15 year limit)
LGBTQ+
kinks (very few, im picky. Mask kink, Size kink, SLIGHT daddy kink, etc. I'm still exploring my boundaries)
fandom crossovers
AUs
Gore (descriptive. I dont write gore porn either. Gore may just be incorporated in the story.)
horror
monster x human
yanderes (NOT abusive, just obsessive with slight stalking)
whatever my mood allows, really. I have a pretty open mind and I'm willing to indulge in anything that isn't in the following list.
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Ped☆philia
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*ahem* Excrement: No shit, no piss, no vomit, not even spitting. I'll gag.
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⌕Characters
Call of Duty ➛
König, Horangi, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" Mactavish
Detroit: Become human ➛
Connor, Kara, Markus, Gavin Reed, North
SCREAM [1996] ➛
Ghostface (aka my husband), Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Billy Loomis, Dewey Riley, Stu Macher, Randy Meeks, Casey Becker
SCREAM 2 [1997] ➛
Hallie McDaniel, Derek Feldman
SCREAM 3 [2000] ➛
Roman Bridger
Halloween [1978] ➛
Laurie Strode, Michael Myers
Friday the 13th ➛
Jason Voorhees
House of Wax [2005] ➛
Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair
Stay Out of the House [Puppet Combo]➛
Butcher/Night Shift Abductor
Murder House [Puppet Combo] ➛
Easter Ripper, Emma, Tom
The Night Ripper [Puppet Combo]➛
Rachel, Night Ripper
CANDYMAN [1992] ➛
Daniel "Candyman" Robitaille
Black Christmas ➛
Billy Lenz
Original characters ➛
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Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney ➛
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splatoonpolls · 7 months ago
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SPLATOON OC TOURNEY ROUND 3 BATTLE 5
Moon (the one on the left) by @ace-octo-pix vs Lin by @corn418
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BACKSTORY/PROPAGANDA
MOON
an octoling born in the domes. she enjoyed her time with the few friends she made, but her parents constantly moving between domes and her seeing the detoriating condition made her reject it in a teenage moment and escaped to inkopolis, changing her tentacles to blend in with the locals there. a year or so later, she stumbles onto captain cuttlefish, becoming agent 3. as an octoling. she's still fully against anything related to octavio, who she blames completely for the conditions of the domes. of course its more complicated than that but she's 14 and fighting against them. When she beats up octavio, things get complicated fast when the other octolings ask her... how best to escape. when her previous path has been blocked off. and she tries to help them. she remembers a bit of the community, and things get so much more complicated, and she's still trying to hide from cuttlefish by covering up her forehead suctions. this does wonders for her personal schedule and she dedicates herself too much to work. However, when coming across agent 8 (before the memory loss), they reunite before Something attacks them and sends them spiraling into the underground, leaving Moon alone to try and work her way out of something again. she gets taken over. captain cuttlefish learns. and after that, Moon has to deal with having free time again... and during the time of learning how to have personal hygiene and do turf wars for fun again, she falls for agent 8, Sun, once more. And then she becomes captain and at this point i'm still forming things. still trying to keep that balance, which marie and callie help with. yeah. agent 3 octoling oc!
LIN
she loves you
Boy why you so ears!
she runs a cabin and will give your blorblo a discount if you vote for her GUARANTEED
SHE CAN FLY…!!! totally
BTW IT IS HARD TO DO IT WITH SINCLAIR ON YOUR LAP HELP
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derelictheretic · 5 months ago
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In Another Life I'd Tie Your Shoelaces For You
everyone stop and look at the world's only cousins ever drawn by @bugcutstherug !! Eden belongs to them and has a super cool story (lowkey obsessed w her she deserves the world methinks) and also this hypothetical cousins au because look at them all 😭😭 Charmeine looks so serious and ready to make Eden proud, she and Caleb are just chilling and I am just sobbing over Eden helping Ace carve a pumpkin it is too sweet my heart can't take it 😭💕💕💕💕
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missameliep · 10 days ago
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Title: In a Little Book Shop - Part 1
Book: Desire & Decorum AU
Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (OC)
Rating: Teen
Word count: ~3k
Summary: Ernest Sinclaire inherited his father’s little bookshop at London and, for the last decade, is used to the uneventful routine of a shopkeeper until a mysterious woman walks in and changes everything.
A/N: English is not my native language; there's one swear word; the poetry in bold blue letters are from Pablo Neruda's Poema 14 from "Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada"; and Hayley Parker is @rosesnink's OC and I'm borrowing her.
Noe, I hope I did Hayley justice. This is just a silly little idea I had, and now I'm sharing it with you.
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The Brahms’ piece playing in the back of the store swells in crescendo to a loud forte, almost muffling the sharp sound of the ancient brass bell at the door.  
Like every other Tuesday afternoon, at 3 o’clock sharp, the deliveryman walked in. Head bobbing to the music playing into that gigantic white headset he never takes off, today he was carrying only one brown box that almost matched the shade of the company’s uniform.  
The man nodded to Ernest Sinclaire, who had been sprucing up the counter for the past forty minutes, despite it already looking neat when he started or the fact that less and less customers have stopped by these past weeks. Not to mention most of the people who did cross the threshold were solely interested in the shop’s AC. With the heatwave, people certainly have fled London, he keeps telling himself.  
But he could be wrong.  
Printed books might have gone out of fashion this season like some insist. 
The situation has been so critical, he’s been considering his friend Bart’s suggestion of turning part of the antique bookshop into a cafeteria. 
‘A book ‘slash’ coffee shop. It’s trending', the man often says. However, Ernest is less than thrilled with the idea of fiddling with the antique shelves his father dedicated so many hours and love to restore years ago. Except for the improvement in the acclimatization and the profusion of autobiographies, the shop looks exactly like it did at its inauguration day in 1816. The framed lithographs in the entrance testify of the superb work.  
Almost bouncing, the deliveryman quickly crossed the distance between them, not sparing a second glance around, which Ernest always considers a shame. Does he even realize this bookshop has outlived 7 kings and 2 queens? 
Putting down a box with the handmade bookmarks commissioned to the talented artist Annabelle Parssons, Ernest signed the electronic receipt and took the brown box from the deliveryman’s hand. After the usual polite but wordless interaction, the man left. He was alone again when. The only sounds on the store from the first notes of one of Chopin’s nocturnals and the pens pushed aside to reach the pair of scissors in the top drawer.  
Like always, he unpacked and carefully inspected the content of the box. Taking one by one, he examines the book covers, searching for any sign of damage. This time the box is filled to the brim with several copies of two cookbooks that trend whenever another season of the Great British Bake Off starts.  
Cookbooks and travel guides are the best-selling items. Despite his personal opinions, he won’t complain if they keep the businesses going. Occasionally a customer after them might accept one or two of his recommendations or be drawn by the siren’s call of one of the poetry books or new authors he strategically places around the store.  
It happened to that young Spanish writer whose thrilling debut fantasy trilogy became the hit of the store last Christmas. He’s not ashamed to admit he had his friend Bart rambling about the story whenever a new customer arrived nor the way he made use of the beautiful art of the cover. Some of the customers were instantly drawn to the fiery red head in the cover – he cannot blame them though, since he was mesmerized by the heroine’s beauty himself – but most of them returned merely days later to buy the other books. Which reminds him to write a note to himself to place an order for more copies of the author’s new trilogy. 
A fit of laughter from a small child outside draws his attention from the paper and he smiles. His gaze follows the kid and the middle-aged woman holding their hand until they disappear after passing the large side window. The store’s location in the corner of two busy streets is privileged and is a perfect spot for people watching.  
Across the street, a pair of young women, who look too young to be drinking, linger by the pub’s door, and a group of teenagers walk past the door but don’t look twice at the windows. They are probably going to the ice-cream parlour two stores down.   
Keeping himself busy, he takes the recently arrived box. While moving some books aside to give space to the new ones without messing the systematic alphabetical and subject order, a copy of The Tucci Cookbook slips from his hand, hitting the ground with a dull thump. Kneeling to pick it up, a glimpse of someone outside catches his attention. An indistinct mass of blonde hair moves quickly, almost running. A second later, the bell rings sharply and hits the base producing a long higher pitched sound, like it does whenever someone opens the door with too much force. 
“For fuck’s sake!” The angry feminine voice startles him. There’s some mumbling while the door closes with a soft click.  
From where he is knelt, he only catches a glimpse of a pair of high heeled black leather boots, which is a rather unusual choice for a scorching day like this. The heels click sharply against the wooden tiles, while she moves around the store.  
“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he speaks to make his presence acknowledged, while pulling himself up and returning the book to the appropriate place.  
Moving around the box, he finally comes face to face with the woman, who had just removed an ash blonde wig from her head and was trying to shove it inside a small studded leather backpack. 
The woman’s hair is dark and glued to the head with a mix of sweat and some kind of greasy product, and her makeup is heavy, covering her face almost like a mask. The long and thick fake eyelashes look like spider legs and it’s hard to even distinguish the colour of her eyes. Not that he is trying to, of course. It was a polite gaze. Not even a gaze; barely a glimpse that allowed him to acknowledge the bright enticing eyes. 
Dressed all in black – black tank top, black sequin leggings, black heeled boots –, she looks like one of the artists that perform in The Club at Margaret Street. Even her lips are painted in a shade of ripe plum, almost black. If she’s one of the famous ones and is trending on Spotify or whatever is cool this week, he definitely cannot tell. Or maybe she’s just another TikToker committed to the art of making the most entertaining videos according to Bart, who often shoves the mobile into his nose to show the next Amy Winehouse, and wants to revel on the AC. As long as she doesn’t mess with the books and at least buy a bookmark, he’s fine with it. 
The woman zips up the bag and shoots him an inquisitive look. 
“Cat ate your tongue?” she asks and there’s a lilt of laughter in her tone. His gaze meets hers, and she looks pleased with his reaction and not offended, even though he’s been silent for impolitely long. 
His first guess might be right. She’s probably famous and he’s pulling a William Thacker again. And her eyes are brown in this light.  
He straightens himself and clears his throat.  
“Welcome to Ledford Park Bookshop. How can I help you, miss?”  
“I’m buying a gift.” 
“Anything in mind?” 
“A book.” 
Her wide teasing smile almost makes him smile, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps his usual bookseller unbothered expression that some might mistake by grumpiness, which is not. It’s professional and he’s learned from past mistakes: smiling freely encourages idle conversation. 
“I was thinking about poetry. Something sensual,” she speaks the last word with an accent. “Do you have anything?” 
“The Erotica section is in the back.” 
“Perfect!” she replies while looking over her shoulder at the window. There’s a hint of relief in her words and the sigh she let out, but perhaps he was mistaking it by the effects of the heat. 
Her heels click rhythmically following him to the back of the store, and he stops himself from glancing over his shoulders and let’s his mind picture the way her hips sashay instead. 
In a second, they’re surrounded by shelves dedicated to erotic poetry, art catalogues and a range of classic authors like Sappho and Ovid, to best-selling from the 20th century like Pablo Neruda.  
A smug grin pulls at the corner of his mouth as she looks around, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. This is the most frequent reaction to the extensive collection. Just one of the many treasures that pleases the regular customers, who keep coming back for more books, more enlightening conversations, more ideas for their own books.  
“Poetry is over there,” he points at the neatly arranged books on her right side.  
Looking over her shoulder, she asks, “Any Spanish authors?”  
Taking a deep breath to consider, his lungs are filled with her sexy and intoxicating perfume. It emanates from her body and hangs heavily in the air. His attention is caught by it like flies on spiderwebs. It takes all his willpower to remind himself of the question. To free himself from the web, he walks around her, trying to clear his mind, and his eyes settle on the section reserved to books written in Spanish, Italian and Portuguese. 
“Are you familiar with Pablo Neruda?” 
“He’s Chilean,” she corrects him without missing a beat. 
“You are absolutely correct. Most people mean books written in Spanish, I simply assumed that’s what you meant... I’m sorry.” 
“Don’t be,” she speaks bluntly, “I don’t walk around expecting recognition about my intellectual capacity or general culture. Especially not from men.” 
She slowly and deliberately walks in front of him, glancing over her shoulder. There’s a menacing but also hypnotizing glow to her eyes, almost catlike, what it’s probably enhanced by the eyeliner, but mostly because her eyes resemble those of big felines one would see in wildlife’s documentaries, it’s the same look when they are ready to jump an antelope. And her big defying eyes are definitely grey.  
With maybe hints of blue in this light.  
She turns around and deliberately sashays back to him. Smiling, she takes the book from his hand. Her mouth curls into a smile, wide and showing her a hint of her teeth, and it makes her look prettier. Pretty. She’s pretty. Not enough to tempt him, but pretty enough to have people composing sonnets about long legs and shapely lips. Not him. He’s not thinking at all about how desirable her lips look. 
Flipping through pages of the book, she starts reading one of the sonnets in perfect Spanish. But not any of them, she’s reading his favourite one.  
When she changes language, her voice is melodious in an unexpected way, it loses the edge, every word sounds like coated in honey.  
Entranced, Ernest cannot avert his gaze from her lips while she reads.
Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote.  Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado. Hasta te creo dueña del universo.  Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues,  Avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos. 
Before he realises, he’s reciting the verses with her, enunciating every word as clearly as he could.
Tilting her face up, her eyes flick from the page to his face. Her gaze burns his skin. She looks straight at him. Perhaps she’s looking straight to something hidden inside his eyes.  
Her voice fades and he recites alone the last two verses. 
Quiero hacer contigo  Lo que la primavera hace com los cerezos. 
Her expression changes, lighting up almost as if a treasure had been unearthed in front of her eyes. 
“¡Guay! ¡Hablas Español!” she cries, and the next words flow quickly and excitedly from her lips, and he cannot follow them at all, except for a few of the nouns and pronouns. His knowledge of the language is practically non-existent: he poorly reads and can only speak a few sentences to save his life in case of a catastrophe. 
“Sorry, I don’t. I only know some of Neruda’s poems by heart, and that’s one of them.” 
He lowers his gaze, shame burning his cheeks and warming him more than the heatwave had done so far. His fingers go to the collar of his white shirt, and pull at it, loosening it slightly. 
“For a moment, you could have fooled me.” Her words sound too flirty, almost daring.  
Is it a dare? Would she want me to pretend? 
Her lips twitch, pulling at the corners when she laughs. It’s impossible to look direct at her eyes, like one cannot look at an eclipse, risking burn their retinas. The intensity of her gaze probably does the same. His gaze wanders, then focus on the shelves, from one book spine to the next.   
“Why learning the poems if you don’t speak the language?” Her long fingers run through the spines of books, stopping his contemplation. “Trying to impress the ladies?” 
The silence stretches for a bit, giving him time to think; he stares at her, considering if she’d be truly interested in the truth. 
“My father worked with publishing,” he started, and his voice did not falter or waver as it would years ago; it’s easier to speak about him, almost comforting as if planting these memories like seeds, they’d bloom... “Every summer I’d work a few days a week at the office... When I was fourteen, he was working on a collection of Neruda’s poems and... well, that’s it.” 
“That's it? That's barely a story,” she laughed. “So, what happened? You memorised the poems to impress your father or something...?” 
He shook his head and delved into the memories of the suffocating summer surrounded by manuscripts and heated arguments about the imagery invoked by the cherry trees. “Father was a man easy to please. I never felt the urge to impress him. It always seemed that being myself was enough...” 
“Lucky you.” The hollow laugh that left her mouth startled him, but she recomposed herself. When she spoke again it wasn’t a question, but a statement, “Your father taught you about poetry.” 
“He taught me most things, including the tragedy of translators ignoring the profound differences between cultures and the meaning lost in translation when the works is rushed, and one chooses literality over intent... I was probably too young at the time to truly understand all he was trying to say... But I noticed in Spanish the poems sounded...” he paused, searching for a word. “More poetic somehow... Melodic in a different way... And then I memorised this one. And plenty of others –” 
“Which ones?” she cuts him off, and he’s about to answer – and Ernest suspects her feline eyes would compel him to answer questions until his throat was sore and his mind emptied of words – but the phone rang.  
With a sigh, he excuses himself. “If you need any help, don’t hesitate in calling me.” 
“I won’t.” The same expression from before returns, and so is the sharpness behind the words. 
He walks behind the counter to take the call, and he can no longer see the woman; for once, he’s not worried about shoplifting.  
The call takes longer than he wishes, and his patience almost runs out when the caller keeps inquiring about books’ covers that would match a specific shade of purple. The person doesn’t know the name of the author or genre, just that it's trending online.
He lets out a long exhale through his nose.
Any other day, this wouldn’t bother him, and he’d welcome the challenge, putting the phone down, he’d look around, like an archaeologist digging a site. But now he must go back to this one customer, because he needs to serve well. Nothing else. 
“Maybe you should stop by. We’re open until 20:00.” 
The person reluctantly thanks him and hangs up. 
Ernest’s eyes search the monitor underneath the counter. She’s moved to the shelves on the side of the store, next to the psychology section, closer to Jung. 
There’s a book close to her face, but her gaze is not on the pages. 
“Have you changed your mind about the gift?” he asks softly trying not to startle her or sound pretentious but fails.
Her shoulders tense and heave with an intake of breath, before she turns around to look at him with an unreadable expression. 
“Should I take the Neruda, or should I browse some more?” she asks breezily, one side of her mouth curled with a smirk, “I wonder if there’s something else more... suitable for my taste...” 
“By all means,” he replies politely, “Feel free to look and see if there’s anything else, you’d prefer.” 
“I definitely will.” She glides amongst the tall shelves closer to the window, then halts and looks at him over her shoulder. He was observing her, and his cheeks warm at being noticed.  
“Our bestselling books are over that table,” he says and returns to the task of organizing cook books but still observes her.   
Finally, her heels click as she comes to him.  
“I know what I want,” she says casually, and the book in her hand passes to his hand.  
Neruda.  
Her fingers graze his, and his breath catches in his throat. He swallows hard the surprise. That’s the most human contact he’s had in several weeks, and it’s surprisingly pleasant. Not anything else. His heart is racing because he’s shocked. This entire interaction has been incredibly odd. 
From the backpack, she takes a few notes to pay for the book. The money is placed in the counter, and so is the change. His attention is entirely focused on gift-wrapping the book, and not once he looks at her while doing it.  
When the package is passed to her hand, she thanks him, says goodbye and leaves.  
He never gets a name; but she lingers by the door and smiles pointedly at him before closing it. Surrounded by a cloud of her perfume, he wonders if it’s the last he’ll see of her. 
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eddiemunson-reader-shame · 2 months ago
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FUCKING FINALLY SHE IS DONE.
I finally got my design done for my Stranger Things OC: Allie Perea!
Name: Alejandra “Allie” Perea
Face claim: Ally Sheedy
Age: 18
Orientation: Bisexual (Leaning more towards men)
Love interest: Eddie Munson
Friends: Gareth, Jeff, Frank, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler
Occupation: Student (Senior) at Hawkins High School, Rhythm Keyboard, Keytar, and backup vocals for Corroded Coffin
Instrument: CasioTone 7000, Casio AZ-1 Keytar
Physical Appearance: 5’ 0”, mixed Hispanic and Latina, Medium warm tone skin, curly dark brown hair cut in layers and styled with a Gillette SuperMax Hair Dryer, brown eyes, thick black frame glasses, minimal to no makeup.
Style: Late 80’s grunge or 80s style metalhead (male version), dolphin shorts and oversized tees for loungewear, bishop sleeve blouses and jeans for D&D nights with Hellfire Club.
Likes: Dune Series, aliens, cryptids, science fiction, cats, rainbow patterns, Care Bears, music (all genre), Kewpie dolls, the color black, vinyl records, coffee, pinball, bowling, billiards, Galaxy Express 999, Candy Candy, books, turtles
Dislikes: Confrontation, change, disruption to routines or “rituals”, Jason Carver, religion in general, Hawkins, humidity, being belittled
Backstory: Allie Perea is an 18 year old high school student from New Mexico who transferred to Hawkins during her senior year. Her father disappeared in the summer of 1984 a week after taking Allie to see Van Halen’s 1984 “Tour of the World”. His disappearance sent Allie in a downward spiral of depression. She is a firm believer in conspiracy theories and will only tell those she trusts about the theories surrounding her father’s disappearance.
Personality: Quiet, shy, moody, prone to outbursts of anger or sadness, immature, anxious, paranoid
Favorite Bands: Oingo Boingo, Spandau Ballet, Huey Lewis and the News, Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osborne, AC/DC, Billy Idol, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Depeche Mode, Prince, Elton John, Van Halen, KISS, DIO
Favorite Movie: Black Christmas (1974)
Songs that describe her: Darkness At The Heart of My Love (Ghost), Don’t Talk to Strangers (DIO), Love Walks In (Van Halen), Made in Heaven (Queen)
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choicesficwriterscreations · 9 months ago
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CFWC F/AotW - Feb 11 - 17, 2024
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✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA | 💘 Valentine's Day 🔹Submitted by creator
AMERICAS MOST ELIGIBLE
Derek Taylor x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @tveitertotwrites
BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW
Aerin Valleros x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @erixadraws
Happy Valentine's Day 🎨💘 | Aerin Valleros x f!human!mc - @artbyalz
Maiele Nightbloom Fanart 🎨🔹| BOLAS elf!MC by @storyofmychoices for @lilyoffandoms
Mal Volari x F!MC Fanart 🎨💘🔹by @cammarada (C: @storyofmychoices)
A Whitetower Festival of Friendship & Love ✒️🔹| Mal Volari x MC - @dutifullynuttywitch
Woven Threads and Winding Roads ✒️🔹| Tyril Starfury x f!human!mc - @aria-ashryver for @thosehallowedhalls
BLOODBOUND
By Any Other Name ✒️💘🏳️‍🌈🔹| Kamilah Sayeed x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls for @vampirkit
First Birthday ✒️| Adrian Raines x f!MC - @mynotsohealthyobsession
CRIMES OF PASSION
CoP Full F/AotW List Week Ending Feb. 17, 2024
THE CURSED HEART
Kieran x MC Fanart 🎨🔹by @gaiuskamilah for @lilyoffandoms
DESIRE AND DECORUM
Whimsical Walks and Poetic Talks ✒️🎨🔹| Ernest Sinclaire x F!MC - @storyofmychoices for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
DISTANT SHORES
Distant Shores: An Alternate Path ✒️🔹| f!Charlie Smith x M!MC - @korgbelmont
THE FRESHMAN SERIES
Happy Valentine's, Hater ✒️💘| TFS MC - @choicesmc
Zig Ortega x F!MC Fanart 🎨🔹by @/artsbymena (C: @choiceswithmika)
HIGH SCHOOL STORY
Aiden Zhou Fanart 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms for @cadybear420
Rolling on Forward ✒️🏳️‍🌈 🔹| Aiden Zhou x NB!MC - @cadybear420
HOLLYWOOD U
Cafe Whispers & Scone Kisses ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Addison Sinclair x F!MC - @storyofmychoices
IT LIVES IN THE WOODS
A New Chapter: A Valentine's Day Special ✒️💘 🔹| Stacy Green x M!MC - @korgbelmont
LAWS OF ATTRACTION
Dancing Queen ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Original Characters - @aces-and-angels
Date Night🎨🏳️‍🌈💘 🔹| Gabe Ricci x M!MC - @choicesmc
Guess Where Magnus is From 🎨| Original Characters - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
LOA OCs Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
That Place ✒️🏳️‍🌈Beau McGraw, Wind (NB!MC) - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
The Tarmin Awdernviel Gala 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Multiple Characters by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
Wind Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈🔹| LOA NB!MC - @storyofmychoices for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd
MURDER AT HOMECOMING
Let Me Be Your Valentine, St. Valentine ✒️🎨🏳️‍🌈 💘 🔹| Donovan Navarro x/& NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma
OPEN HEART
Open Heart F/AotW Full Listing Week Ending Feb. 17, 2024
PERFECT MATCH
Sloane Washington Fanart 🎨by @sazanes
Sloane Washington Pajamas 🎨 by @sazanes
Sloane Washington Valentine's Day 🎨 by @sazanes
Sloane Washington x F!Hayden Young Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @sazanes
Women in STEM/Girl Power! 🎨| Sloane Washington - @cassiopeaicorvus
Written in the Stars 🎨| Sloane Washington - @cassiopeaicorvus
Written in the Stars: Queen Star 🎨| Slaone Washington - @sazanes
THE ROYAL ROMANCE
Cordonian Karaoke: Hana Take 3✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Hana Lee x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles
Goodbyes Are the Hardest ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @silvermillenniumqueenneptune
Marabelle: The Game of Kings ✒️💘🔹| Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam
My Lonely Valentine: The Agreement ✒️💘Ⓜ️ 🔥🔹| Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles
Round Robin Chapter 1: Welcome ✒️🔹- @angelasscribbles
WISHFUL THINKING
Anna Koishi x F!MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms for @noesapphic
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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 months ago
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If you had to replace the official paring of one of your OCs (originally paired off with a canon character) with another OC, who would it be?
oh hell yes anon you are speaking my language!
so i mean i absolutely love crossovers!!! i feel like at this point my blog is a lot more crossover content than just my ocs!! but also yes i love cross shipping my own ocs very much for sure so let's go!!!
with friends (there are so so so so so many so this is just an itty bitty highlight reel)
Ace Hearts; descendants (canon ship: Evie) x @manyfandomocs' Gabe Legume
Kirsty Gilmore; gilmore girls (canon ship: Jess, Logan, Tristan) x @the-witching-ash's Simon Forester
Cassandra Aelius; percy jackson (canon ship: jason & reyna) x @megdonnellys' Waverly Sinclair – for context, i had to go to my masterlist to check Cass' ship because in my heart she is Waverly's soulmate
Clara Waldorf; gossip girl (canon ship: tripp) x @cecexwrites' Covey Covington
Will Parker; mcu (canon ship: tony) x @ginevrastilinski-ocs' Kit Barton
also not an originally canon ship but my baby Evie Van Der Woodsen's canon ship is my oc Theo but my favourite ship for her is still @cecexwrites' Finn Rockwell
with just my ocs (from different fics or not endgames in their stories) –
Willow Dell x Lucas Gilmore – Gilmore Girls (they're actually a couple that breaks up during their fic but also they're still my favourite ship in that verse too)
Jeremy St James x Lilibeth Anderson & Jeremy St James x Melody Naccarelli – Glee (Melody is a minor character in Jeremy's verse, Lili has her own separate verse)
Ace Hearts x Cosette Bellefleur – Descendants (separate verses)
I feel like there's definitely more but drawing a blank rip but this was so fun thank you anon!!
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blkgirlsreadfanfic2 · 7 months ago
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a little sneak peek...
Jasmine Sinclair closed the door to her parents’ home in Hawkins, Indiana. 15-years-old and the oldest child of Charles and Sue Sinclair, Jasmine (or “Jaz”), carried herself with confidence. Her brown curly hair was pulled into a pineapple updo, and her tattered AC/DC shirt fell loosely over her shoulder. It was a Tuesday night, and while her brother Lucas was playing D&D at Mike Wheeler’s house, she was hosting band practice with her best friends, Amelia Rose and Katherine Brown. (excerpt from "who you gon call?" chapter one: the vanishing of will byers)
this is just a sneak peek of a series i'm working on! it's a Steve Harrington x Black!Fem!Sinclair!OC that's a slow burn with a slight enemies to lovers plotline. it would span across the entire stranger things series with each chapter corresponding to an episode of the show.
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