#oc: Bronwynn

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Another drawing for you

Bronwynn, from my DND campaign.

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jiya and bronwynn

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THE ATWOOD BROTHERS + text posts (and tweets)

Bronwynn Atwood

Fender Atwood

Ryder Atwood

Jace Atwood

taglist: @hughstheforcelou @annibunnysworld

[nightmaresart]

"We are the kids of war and peace"

Bronwynn Cornell, 31 years old, Cryptic hunter and renowned idiot

"Peace will win and fear will lose"

Yula Milton, 30 years old, Cryptic hunter and tired friend

"Nothing kills a man faster than his own head"

Kelly-Anne, thousands of years old, Guardian angel and local sass master

Yes, another remastered post of my supernatural ocs. I redid the moodboards and gave them a little more information than before. I'm trying to work them put properly but have this for now

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OC EXTRAVAGANZA SATURDAY

Helloooo all! I’m bringing back oc Saturday for these trying times to showcase some brilliant ocs! If you’d like to nominate your oc or somebody else’s, feel free to shoot me a msg, ask, or tag #ocextravaganzasaturday ! Also, there’s an option to submit a blurb/moodboard!

Some of these ocs I’ve been able to have my own interact with and they are absolutely fantastic!!!!

Below are links to most things they’ve been featured in!

Binx Bolling created by @s-s-southsideserpentine

Question

Stonewall Prep was all Gothic Columns and high ceilings, first-edition books and layers of dust that were older than most of the students and staff that were lucky enough to find themselves at the old school. They were old money, still running thanks to donations from the rich parents who bought their children a full ride. Money was important at Stonewall, almost integral to a student’s survival. Most students had no problem with this aspect, their lawyer mothers and diplomat fathers could pay for their admissions three times over and still have money to pay for a new winter wardrobe to wear on the weekends when they put their school uniforms away in favor of returning back to their parents’ old victorian houses.

Bianca Bolling was different, though. Much to her own dismay. She was one of two scholarship kids offered a full-ride admissions (the second being none other than Jughead Jones himself), and she realized quickly that she didn’t belong there at Stonewall. The scholarship was offered to her at the end of her freshman year of high school, after she won a local film festival for her drunk driving PSA. The short film was a hit, showcasing a group of friends at a typical high school party before they all got back into the car that someone borrowed from their parents. The squealing of brakes and the shattering of glass was loud, with Binx setting her camera down at a skewed angle to try her best to capture the chaos and disarray of a car accident, red and blue lights blinking in the distance. The short film ended with an artistic twist, and her mise-en-scene won her first place. The Stonewall recruiters found her after the festival, a crowd around her forming as onlookers clapped hands on her skinny shoulders and her eyes darted around anxiously, needing a familiar face in a sea of people.

“Don’t let that kind of talent go to waste, young lady,” The school’s recruiter, Mr. Chipping says, handing her his contact information with a wink and a promise that she didn’t really understand. There were many fights with her family, who didn’t have the money to send her to such a prestigious school, especially not one that was across the entire state. But she fought tooth and nail to get to Stonewall and she hadn’t stopped fighting a single day in the nearly three years she’d been in attendance.

Binx was smart and she wasn’t afraid to claim it, but her monetary status quickly became an invitation for her fellow students to sling insults at her left and right. One day, in the middle of her advanced writer’s seminar, she feels the ice-cold eyes of Bret Weston Wallis on her as he turned around in his chair to sneer at her.

“Looks like your blazer’s getting a little dingy there, Bolling, what? The scholarship committee couldn’t give you a few more bucks to replace your uniform?” He reaches a bony hand to pull at a loose string in the lining of her tweed blazer and she smacks it away with a roll of her eyes.

Silently, Binx raises her hand, barely acknowledging the adolescent taunts coming from such a well-regarded student like Bret.

“Miss Boling?” The old professor lilts, his horn-rimmed glasses falling down his bulbous nose as he wiped chalk dust from his pressed slacks.

“Can I switch seats, professor? I can’t seem to see the blackboard around Bret’s fat ego…”

I’m really excited to see where we get to follow binx. Her story is fascinating and I’m very intrigued to see how the plot unfolds with her and the rest of court’s stonewall ocs. Go give her some love!!!

Bronwynn Atwood created by @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

About 1

About 2

The bell above the door to Bronwynn’s bakery, lovingly named Risk It for the Biscuit, lets out a loud ding as the door swings open.

“Welcome to Risk It for the Biscuit, how can I help you?” Bronwynn’s deep voice rings out through the small building, but Bronwynn himself is hidden somewhere McKinley can’t see.

“Well, disembodied voice, I need a favor.”

Brownynn pops up from behind the counter with a chuckle, tray of various baked goods in his hands, “Mac! Whassup? What can I do for you?”

“I need your help,” McKinley smiles, tattooed arms crossed over her chest, “I’ve been hired to cater an extravagant mob gala, I need my favorite baker to bake me some decadent goods.”

“I suppose I can do that,” Bronwynn smirks, setting the tray down, “Cupcake?” He offers, taking one in his hand, “New flavor. It’s a vanilla bacon cupcake with ‘pork belly’ caramel. The pork belly is just candied bacon layered with some vanilla and almonds.”

“Sounds ambitious,” McKinley muses, “Gimme.” She reaches her hand out for the cupcake, immediately diving into it as it lands in her hand.

“Fuck.” McKinley moans, mouth full, “That is delicious, dude.”

“You’re damn right it is,” Bronwynn beams, clapping his hands together. “Quinn helped me brainstorm it.”

“You guys make quite the team,” McKinley grins, “It’s a real shame I’m the biggest gay, or I’d snatch you away from her in a heartbeat, if it meant I got baked goods like this every day.”

“You could just come get some anyway,” Brownynn rolls his eyes, “You know I’m not gonna charge you.”

“And that, my friend, is why you are the best bro.” McKinley wipes some excess icing from the corners of her lips, licking it off her fingers.

“Don’t let Apollo hear you say that.”

“Shit, I’d sell Apollo for a dozen of those cupcakes.”

“I’d sell Apollo for a nickel.”

First off, mgk is a v pretty man, second, Bronwynn is a very wonderful oc. He’s a gang member, a great friend, an amazing boyfriend, and a fantastic baker! Go show him some love!

Estelle Ollier created by @humangrumpycat

Intro

Greek Mythology moodboard

Tsp: riot night

Underneath the surface: Riot Night, The Devil’s House

The door opens as sheriff Minetta enters the room, giving Audrey his signature glare.

Audrey jumps up, picking at her nails, waiting for Minetta to start.

‘You're free to go, miss Lincoln,' he sighs.

'I am?' Audrey yelps.

'Someone bailed you out,’ Minetta replies.

'Who?' she asks as she dusts off her skirt on her way to the bars.

'Smile!' a voice calls.

Audrey turns to the voice, followed by a soft gasp.

'Estelle-'

'This will look fun in the yearbook,' Estelle smirks.

'It's not funny!' Audrey whines, stomping her feet for emphasis.

'It's a little bit funny, Abe,' Estelle laughs. 'I mean, what the hell did you do?'

-

'You threw a Molotov cocktail at a car?' Estelle exclaims, covering her mouth to hide her laughing.

'Someone handed me a bottle,' Audrey corrects. 'And I panicked because it was on fire, so I threw it away.'

'You threw a Molotov cocktail,' Estelle squeaks.

'It was on fire!'

'You threw it at a car,' Estelle laughs. 'You couldn't throw it in the bushes, or the river?'

'The Earth is dying, Estelle,' Audrey barks. 'I'm not going to help kill the Earth.'

'I can't wait to tell Jonathan, he's going to die,' Estelle smiles.

'Oh please, don't tell him,' Audrey whines. 'Remember the see-saw incident back in freshman year? He would not shut up about it for weeks.'

'That was before he started dating me,' Estelle mentions. 'I'll make sure he'll be cool about it.'

Audrey sighs in relief.

'But first, we'll laugh at this photo,' Estelle grins, holding up the photo she took earlier.

'You told Minetta you deleted that!' Audrey yells.

'I lied,' Estelle points out.

'Never trust a journalist.'

Estelle is fierce, loyal, and incredibly smart. She’s an amazing journalist and detective(what Betty wishes she could be👀). Go give her some love!

Reyna Lewis created by @daddylorian

Meet Reyna

About

Reyna is loving, and real when she needs to be. She tells it like it is and has a real talent in things she puts her mind to! Go give her some love!

Valentina Fogarty created by @lonely-full-of-secrets

About

Valentina is so good and sweet and hardworking (and the perfect match for my oc Duckie). Once she lets herself be comfortable, she’s the life of the party! Go show her some love!

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OC UPDATES

1. Dianne Saltzman in Unexpected is now named Elena Saltzman!

2. Now introducing Kathryn Newton as Jenna Saltzman in an untitled Legacies fic, suggested by @aliverse

3. Introducing Allison Parker’s twin sister, Clementine Parker, in Nothing Gold Can Stay

4. Introducing my first Witcher OC, Aeryn of Blaviken

5. Introducing my second Witcher OC, Princess Bronwynn (both Witcher OCs dedicated to my love @perfectlystiles and Bronwynn’s name credited to my dad)

[momopeachchild]

When your aro/ace child- Trickster cleric finds a love potion and doesn’t roll high enough to know what it does. Chaos ensues.

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Me: AAHHH I GOTTA DRAW PICTURES OF MY SHINY NEW OC

Me @ myself: you don’t draw pictures of your existing ocs...

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Okay I'm really not the greatest artist of all time but I have drawn my DND character Bronwynn.

She's a tiefling paladin, she's dead but not really (plot of the campaign)

It's a bit shit but it's the first time I've drawn something that's not a landscape

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a re-introduction / bronwynn atwood

Name: Bronwynn Michael Atwood

Nickname(s): Bron, Bronny, B, Winnie by his brothers

Sexuality: pan

Pronouns: he/him

Career: Owner of a bakery, called Risk It for the Biscuit, and Intimidation for the Ghoulies

Family: Ruby Atwood (mother), Fender Atwood (brother), Ryder Atwood (brother), Jace Atwood (brother), Brooks Madison (cousin, but basically a brother), Lincoln Madison (see Brooks)

Honorary Family: the Ghoulies

Friends: Dovie Finley (lou’s oc), Angus Beak (oc), Vienna Marks (oc), Mac D’amore (oc)

Love Interest: Quinn Ora (lou’s oc)

Weapon of choice: Fists

Character Personality/Background: Bronwynn is the oldest of four boys and it shows. He’s responsible and protective and makes sure everyone is good. He took on a lot of responsibility at a young age because his mom has always been a single mother, with a revolving door of men in her life, and they all split pretty quickly. He’s pretty chill, he goes with the flow, and makes friends easily.

Playlist:

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Mama Atwood’s Relationships / how she got her four boys

Jack Henry

Jack Henry was Ruby’s high school sweetheart. They had Bronwynn when they were both sixteen, but Jack was destined for bigger things — so his mother said. Jack’s mother took Ruby in and planned to take over guardianship of Bronwynn, but Ruby took off and never looked back. Ruby and Bronwynn haven’t heard from him since.

Anthony Joseph

Anthony was a rock star touring the country — he was in a band called Heartbreak Limbo — and Ruby was head over heels for him and his music. They met in California, after one of his shows, and Ruby went back to his hotel with him. She found out she was pregnant after their one night stand — she was eighteen, he was twenty-four. Refusing to be tied down, Anthony gave her the money for an abortion, plus extra for hush money, and continued his tour as if nothing had happened. Ruby kept the baby, named him Fender, like the guitar brand, and neither of them have heard from Anthony since.

Andrew Mason

Ruby met Andrew Mason at work, they both worked in a call center in California. Ruby was twenty-one, Andrew was twenty-three. Andrew was incredibly kind and was good with Bronwynn and Fender. Ryder was the first child Ruby had planned, and Andrew was a good dad. But a couple years went by and Ruby and Andrew fell out of love. Their split was amicable, and Ruby ended up hauling all three boys off to Riverdale, GA. Ryder hears from Andrew every so often, usually holidays and birthdays, and sees his once a year or so.

Wyatt ‘Ivo’ Thorn

Ruby met Wyatt in Riverdale, around age twenty-five. He was her first real friend, he was charming, he looked after the boys when she had to work. Their friendship quickly blossomed into something more, with Jace as the result of that. Wyatt was a Ghoulie — still is — and he sees Jace regularly. He was totally fine with being a dad, and plays the role of Dad for the rest of the boys. He and Ruby are still very good friends.

taglist: @hughstheforcelou @southsideserpentfairytale @annibunnysworld

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Supernatural ocs: Remastered

Bronwynn Cornell: Monster hunter and a registered idiot

"If you want her, you'll have to go trough me first dumb bitch!"

Yula Milton: Monster hunter and tired friend TM

"I swear if you threaten one more demon, I will beat your ass!"

Kelly-Anne: Angel and local guardian

"Oh dear, there they go again.."

I've had these for a long time already and only remembered them today, so be prepared to see more of my bullshit! Hahahahahhaa

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1-brinn

1) The song that plays in the background when your ship first meets

From Bronwynn’s perspective, of course

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Zombies aren’t real I promise - the atwoods

“This is such a bad idea.”

Jace hugged his arms close to his body, his eyes darting left and right as they wandered through the abandoned building in the middle of night. It had once belonged to the Gargoylez, a gang that had been quiet for quite a while. Ryder had been hired to keep it that way.

“Shut up, you big baby,” Fender mumbled, taking a drag off of his cigarette, “There’s nobody even here. Check this out.” He cupped his hands around his mouth, craning his head upwards.

“HELLO!” He called out, getting only an echo of his own voice in return. “See? Nobody.” He shrugged.

“I didn’t ask any of you to come with me anyway,” Ryder grumbled, clicking a flashlight on, surveying the area. The walls were covered in graffiti, and holey mattresses were scattered about haphazardly. Those would burn nicely, Ryder noted.

“What is they’re still here?” Jace whimpered, “I heard that too many Fizzle Rocks can turn you into a zombie.”

“Zombies aren’t real, dumbass,” Bronwynn rolled his eyes, “I promise. Who even told you that?”

“Cori.”

“Dude,” Fender let out another breath of smoke, “Has it ever occurred to you that she’s full of shit?”

“You take that back right now.”

“Why don’t you make me, pussy?”

“Knock it the fuck off, you two, or I’ll set this place ablaze with all of you in it. I’m not even kidding.” Ryder scolded, pointing his finger at both of them.

“Can we just get this over with? Please?”

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Can you shut up for five minutes, please???- the Atwoods

Brownynn groaned as he nearly tripped over Jace’s foot on his way to the register. Jace, with his face buried deeply in his phone, didn’t even budge.

“Jace, if you’re gonna sit on your ass in the middle of my place of business, the least you could fuckin’ do is make yourself useful.”

“I am being useful,” Jace rolled his eyes, “Just not to you. I’m trying to get Cori to tell me her favorite baked good so I can surprise her with it. She just keeps saying she doesn’t like sweet foods, but I know otherwise.”

“Has it ever occurred to your dumb ass that maybe she actually doesn’t like sweet foods?” Ryder asked, rubbing his flour covered hands on his apron, “I thought you’d be pretty familiar with girls telling you they didn’t want anything from you.”

“Ha, ha, Ryder,” Jace scowled over at his brother, “We can’t all be ladykillers like you.”

“You said it, not me.”

Jace scoffed. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Weren’t you supposed to have a date tonight, or did she realize you’re all talk and no dick?”

Ryder let out a hoot at his younger brother, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

Jace lowered his head, trying to cover his embarrassment. “It sounded better in my head, I’ll admit.”

“Shame you aren’t as skilled with your mouth as I am.”

“Can you both shut up for five minutes, please?” Bronwynn slammed the register shut, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, “Or take it somewhere else. Y’all are mad weird, trynna out-horny each other. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I was just saying that-“

“He started it-“

“OUT.”

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Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?” Brinn and Ryder

Ryder was restocking the muffin compartment when he suddenly felt like he was being watched. He stood up straight, slowly, to find Bronwynn and Quinn staring at him intently. Brownynn was wearing a hint of a smirk upon his face, while Quinn looked absolutely giddy.

“Uh oh,” Ryder crossed his arms over his chest, “I know that look. What do you want?”

“Well...” Quinn looked over at Bronwynn, a twinkle in her eye, “We have a proposition for you.”

“Scheming again, are we?” Ryder asked, letting out a chuckle, “What is it this time?”

“Quinn has this cousin...” Bronwynn started, and Ryder rolled his eyes.

“She should be here any minute!” Quinn finished, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Could you both please stop trying to set me up? I’m doing just fine on my-“

The door to the bakery opened, revealing the most beautiful girl Ryder had ever seen in his life. “-Own,” Ryder breathed out, as he stared at her.

Ryder felt like he couldn’t breathe. She was gorgeous. She was dressed in pink, the bright color popping against her dark skin. Black strands of hair poked out from a top knot, framing her face. Her smile was bright, as she surveyed the shop.

Ryder leaned in, whispering harshly at Quinn and Brownynn, “Yes, absolutely, anything. I will do anything for this woman.”

Quinn let out a quiet squeal of glee while Bronwynn just stared at his younger brother incredulously. “I was just gonna ask you to train her, man.”

Ryder wasn’t listening.