#oc: enya sun

[karimac]

...in the details, Part 11

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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Word count: 3.1k, give or take a word. Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

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That last Flag Smasher lived up to her to name as she sent you flying through the air and crashing into a pizzeria’s brick wall near that bus. You’d been to this Ray’s location, and you felt bad because the guy had just gotten his windows replaced after some idiot tried to rob a nearby bank and used a sonic weapon to make his point. Now that Tony was gone, these tech geniuses started crawling out of the woodwork because they suspected no one could stop them. It was a good thing Wong liked that Ray’s too, and, how did Sam put it? Oh yeah. Wong whammied the jackass to Riker’s Island?

You looked over toward where the kids had been teleported, and you thanked the pantheon those students and their teacher had been safely removed from danger. They’d have quite the tale to tell their pals at Dr. Daniel Bright Elementary School, the Home of the Bears! At least that’s what their shirts said.

You would never have expected John Walker to be the one to come give you an assist, but there he was, remnants of his homemade shield in hand, fighting off another jacked-up assailant who was trying to keep this horror show going.

Before you could feel the back of your head, everything went white, and you suddenly were not trying to get back to your feet on that New York street. You were Goddess knows where, and your sister Dana was trying to get you moving.

“Kari, please. Pete needs healing, and I am not up to it,” your sister said as her hands shook. They were covered in the blood of one Pete Wisdom, cranky Brit spy and current MI 13 agent. A mutant with the power of hot knives coming from his fingertips. But how did you suddenly know all that?

Back home, Dana was never one to rely on the use of magic for very much. Tall and thin with short dark hair and piercing blue-green eyes, Dana would have reminded many of the actress Keira Knightley. She was a lawyer by trade and a badass by nature.

And to top that all off, Dana was long dead. At least back home she was. She’d been killed during a standoff at a court house. Her client was a mystic, and some maniac hit Dana with a poisoned dart that was meant for said client.

She was, in this place anyway, terrified about losing her true love. You could feel the pain radiating off her in waves.

“I’ve got him,” you said as you placed your hands over Wisdom as you noticed many other members of the X-Men in the middle of some bloody brawl against an as yet unseen foe. But if you were seeing this, was their Kari suddenly at the mercy of the Flag Smashers now?

As you concentrated, you felt the pull of your own world and the tug of at least a dozen more. This was all going to pot fast, and you had no idea why all these pieces of you were making you into the human equivalent of taffy.

{{What the hell is Bucky going to think?}} you mused, keeping your thoughts to yourself as much as you could in case a family psionic link was being used. These people might have never met a Bucky Barnes, and you did not need to sit here explaining everything.

He would have gotten quite the laugh out of the spandex uniform you were wearing. Blue and yellow with a red X in a circle on each shoulder. What had possessed you to wear this outfit in this world was beyond you, but you hoped you’d find a more suitable one soon. It drew too much attention for your liking.

“I think most of these wounds are clean and healing,” you said as you looked up at Dana, the small smile of relief on her face worth every bit of energy you put into healing her lover. “But have him checked out when this is over. Pete can be too damned stubborn, so wheel him into med bay if you need to.”

You started to get up, but you turned your head to see if you could figure out which world this was before you got to your feet. Was this the one with Nathan Summers? Or maybe this was the world with Logan Howlett? Steve Rogers? Thor? It always got too confusing when those little shards Merlin sent into the multiverse actually started to make themselves a bit too vocal. It gave you headaches, and sometimes you wondered if it was making you crazy. You would have spoken to Bruce about it, but he likely wouldn’t have had many answers about it. And telling Sam or Bucky anything was out of the question, at least for now.

The ground around you started to shake as a Sentinel, a large robotic killing machine, made its way onto the battlefield, and the world went white again.

“Barnes! Wilson! I think your girl needs a medic!” Walker shouted as he stood over you. It didn’t take long for Bucky and Sam to make it to your side. You knew that much, even if you appeared to be dead to rights to everyone else. The screwy link to Bucky, courtesy of Wanda, still seemed to be quite active in your head. But you were not too certain it was in Bucky’s anymore. Pity that.

“Kari! Kari! Wake up!” he shouted as he knelt at your side while Sam checked for a pulse. You felt his hand on your wrist, and you tried to open your eyes. You just couldn’t at the moment.

When the white haze vanished this time, you realized you were still no closer to home than you were a few moments ago. You hissed under your breath as you looked up at the night sky, the battle dress of your last location now replaced by some Celtic-inspired gown of green velvet. You smiled as you looked over to see both Steve and Bucky, but they didn’t seem to be as pleased by whatever was going on. They were dressed in some sort of modified armor and looked more like men from your early life at the Tara Mount or Camelot than two men from 1940s Brooklyn. Only thing missing at the moment were their horses.

“Are you back?” were the only words Steve uttered before a volley of flaming arrows came over the parapet of the castle where the three of you apparently lived in this world. “Your Majesty?”

Oh, this world you did not like thinking about at all, and that was because you were queen of this place, and you were always more happy being a field general than you were as a member of the ruling class. Living in a tower, be it ivory or stone, sucked.

“No, I am not your queen, but I take it she has explained it all to you?” you asked just as both men pushed you back to the ground as more arrows came toward you. You tried to put up a shield but could not. No powers. This was new and most unwelcome.

“I will try to get her back to you as fast as I can,” you said to Steve and Bucky before the castle shook as a flaming boulder slammed the wall just behind you. “I am so sorry you had to go through this.”

“Ssh, we understand,” Bucky whispered in your ear just as he grabbed your left hand and Steve your right. They both looked concerned as hell, and not just because you were their queen. This one felt different. Polyamory? That was your closest guess as you smiled and squeezed both men’s hands.

{{Why is this happening?}} you thought as you felt both men move off you, and as they did, your reality was flipped once more, the white haze returning again.

“Should we call Strange? He might be better than a regular hospital run,” Sam suggested as Walker sent the last of the combatants to dream land with a couple of upper cuts now that his shield was kaput. “Are you still connected to her? That stuff Wanda did?”

“Sam, I wish I were, but I can’t feel a thing,” Bucky replied as he continued to kneel next to you. “I am not crazy about that damned link thing, but right now I’d take it.”

As your eyes blinked this time, your last location gave way to a crazed looking steampunk version of London with banners bearing your father Ronan’s face flying from every building in sight. You usually did not hate seeing the man who many said resembled Liam Neeson, but this was insane.

In this world your father was the worst despot known in history, and you had fled his court to marry Ryu, a demon warlord of the House Harada. Your sister Hayley, known as Camellia in this realty, had done much the same, but her life was tied to the son of Vlad Tepes. You really could not stay here long. Death was not something you wanted to face, and in this dimension, it was more likely than not to happen. Ronan did not like the “gutter trash” of the world mixing with the pure mystic blood of his family, even if he had fathered a bastard or two along the way himself. If your father had ever met his doppelganger, well, it would not have been pretty. Your father was fair, loving and tolerant beyond measure. This version was a sadistic imitation at best.

{{Need to get back to Bucky and Sam now, before I end up dead}}

Two sets of hands grabbed your upper arms and pulled you backward, and thank heaven that action seemed to send you home to your own world where Bucky was hovering over you. The lights of an ambulance were visible just down the block, and you could smell the aroma of garlic someone had burned wafting out of the pizzeria window. But you could also hear the whispers from that last world as you regained your senses. Two men seemed to be very happy you were not dead, but they were also shocked that you weren’t.

��Hey, you back with us?” Bucky asked as he, Sam and Walker all stood looking at you. You wanted to throw up, but you would not do it in front of these gentlemen.

“Sorry. That eejit packed quite a wallop,” you said as you grabbed Bucky’s arm to get back to your feet. “I’ll be fine. But I do feel sorry for the guy who owns this place.”

“Her version of fine and mine are very different,” Walker said as he looked down at his now broken shield. “You may want to have those medics check her out to be on the safe side. I thought I heard her speaking Japanese a few minutes ago, and I have no idea who she was talking to, Barnes.”

“I am here, Walker, and I can speak for myself. Tourists. I interacted with them earlier,” you said, lying through your blood-covered teeth as you tried to keep the trio off the scent of what was really happening. “The bump on the wall made me get hazy for a few minutes, so the most recent language set started playing in my head. Telepathy can be a bitch. I’ll be fine. I’m pretty damned hard to kill.”

“I don’t care what you say, we are having someone check you out,” Bucky said as Sam nodded in agreement. “You missed Sam’s speech. It was pretty amazing.”

“I heard some of it,” you said as you tapped your temple. “I’d have helped with the truck, but those kids needed me here.”

As you looked toward the ambulance and dreaded having to go see the medics at all, you heard what could only be called a “squee” from a group of teens near one of the police barricades. You recognized the girl with the high pitched joyful tone from a local vlog about The Avengers. She lived in Jersey City and had a thing for sloths. She also shared a name with a famous politician, albeit it was pronounced differently.

“Guys, hold up a minute. You too, Walker,” you said as you waved to the girl and her male companion. “Nice Captain Marvel shirt, my dear. She’d get a kick out of seeing it.”

“Oh my Gawd! Bruno!” the girl shouted before the police tried to keep them behind the barricade. “They saw it!”

You hobbled over to them, much to Sam and Bucky’s chagrin. “You two should be headed home before you’re missed. I know what a pain curfews can be. Many a time I’ve avoided them myself. But that was in the Sixth Century, so maybe that doesn’t count too much?”

“The subways are all shut down, and we can’t get a bus right now,” Bruno said as his friend pulled out her phone. “Kamala, that may not be a good idea…”

“Kamala Khan. Sloth Baby, right?” you asked before another “squee” escaped the girl’s lips. “Trust me, guys. Cap, you may want to talk to these two over here,” you said as you motioned for Sam to walk over. “I mean, this is Captain America after all, and he just gave the speech of his life. I need to go get my head examined, and I mean that quite literally,” you said as you pointed to the back of your head. “Good luck, Kamala and Bruno. Oh, and if you are ever in Manhattan at a more reasonable hour, come pay me a visit,” you said as you made two business cards appear out of thin air. “Lunch is on me. Sam, be nice to these two,” you said as you waved to Walker to join you and Bucky. “These two can keep me in line with the medics.”

“And why do I not believe that for one second?” Walker asked as you laughed.

“John. May I call you that?” you asked as you leaned more into Bucky’s arm as you kept walking. “None of this, from Baltimore to Madripoor and now Manhattan, has worked out as any of us had hoped. Especially for you. I can see things that are coming in small ways, and I know our paths will all cross again. People enter our lives for a lot of reasons. All I can hope is that, when we do meet again, we are all on the same side and without as much angst. Buck, I can go to the medics myself. Maybe you and John should finish that talk you started before,” you said as you pointed at your head. “Before I made the dent in the wall of Ray’s.”

“You really going to do it?” Bucky asked as you pointed toward the ambulance and walked slowly toward it. As you sat down on the step near the rear door, you looked first at Bucky and John, and then back toward where Sam was actually talking to Kamala and Bruno.

“You didn’t tell them, did you?” a tall woman said as she came up to check your wounds. “That you knew I’d be here?”

“Enya, I haven’t told them about you or Dev or Mina yet, and I am certainly not about to tell them I alerted you before this all started tonight,” you said as your sister-in-law Enya Sun slowly healed you of your wounds. A daughter of Avalon and one of their best warrior priestesses of the Holy Isle, Enya made short work of your issues, but she made it seem a lot longer so that those who needed to talk could do so. It was a long practiced ritual you had both done on battlefields for centuries. Your tiny bit for peace. That’s what Dev always called it.

“What did you see? You went walking again, didn’t you?” Enya asked as she tried to “balance” your body, mind and spirit after that attack. “Walking” was what Enya called your contact with the parts of you in other worlds.

“I saw enough to know trouble is coming, but I can’t tell what the hell it is yet,” you replied as you flexed your shoulders before smiling up at Enya. “Three places this time. One was Londinium. You know how much I hate that place. But two men were able to touch me. I have no idea who they are, but they seemed surprised to see me. One reminded me of my father. My actual father. Not that crazy copy.”

“That stupid spell you did made it worse. You know that, right?”

You rolled your eyes as you turned your gaze back to Bucky. “He does not need me making a mess of his life again. I’m hoping he hits it off with Sam’s sister. She’s…”

“Normal? Not a mystic? What?”

“Not me. I’ll leave it at that. He deserves so much more than…”

“More than someone who loves him like you do? Than someone who nearly burned Hydra to the ground in his name?”

“He deserves peace,” you said quietly as you got back to your feet. “They all do. And you and I know it will never happen.”

“Too damned cynical for our own good,” Enya added with a laughed. “I’m going to get you home now. You need sleep. And tomorrow we can talk about Silver Hand over there.”

“Don’t call him that. He’s the White Wolf. Winter Soldier if you must. But he is not some Celtic hero reborn.”

“Call him tomorrow, OK?” Enya asked as she slung your gear over her back and opened a portal to Brooklyn. She whistled at Bucky so he could see you exit the area with her. The last thing you heard was Bucky groaning and throwing his hands in the air.

Next: Part 12, or Is this the moment of truth?

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon, @historygeekfics, @starryeyes2000, @chickensarentcheap

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[godborn]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒  ―  think  carefully  about  your  character   &   their  development  through  their  journey   (  canon  or  oc  )   within  their  story .   fill  out  the  chart    &   tag  whoever  you  want  !! 

𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐎𝐅  ―  (   sun   )   light ,   nature ,   spring ,   wildlife ,   truth   /   prophecy ,   healing ,   archery ,   poetry ,   music .   

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  ―  breathtaking beauty ,   sunrises   &   sunsets ,   golden light between the clouds ,   duality ,   the heat of determination ,   nature as cruel but beautiful ,   reverence for life ,   the hope of an oncoming spring ,   resilience   (   like the flowers that bloom after the barren winter   ) ,   the drive to always improve   /   become stronger ,   found family   /   familial loyalty ,   the healing power of art   (   including music   &   poetry   ) ,   the gracious son of a tyrant ,   triumph over tyranny ,   the burden of a heavy crown ,   the young prodigy ,   honor of the fallen ,   oneness with the natural world ,   an unquenchable thirst for unconditional love .

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒  ―  bay laurel   (  victory ,   glory ,   achievement ,   resilience   ) ,   cherry blossom   (   the beauty of life’s brevity ,   beauty as violence ,   new beginnings   ) ,   sunflower   (   sunlight ,   healing ,   loyalty ,   optimism   /   determination   ) ,   fern   (   eternal youth ,   hope ,   truth   ) .

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒  /  𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒  ―  opal   (   otherworldliness ,   prophecy ,   healing ,   hope   ) ,   amber   (   wisdom ,   courage ,   good fortune   ) ,   diamond   (   resilience ,   beauty ,   brilliance   ) ,   alexandrite   (   duality ,   adaptability ,   balance between physical   &   spiritual worlds   ) .

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒  ―  ladybug   (   new beginnings   ) ,   frog   (   rebirth   ) ,   butterfly   (   metamorphosis   ) ,   swan   (   wisdom   ) ,   snake   (   immortality   /   vengeance   ) .

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒  ―  gold ,   blush pink ,    royal blue ,   aquamarine .   

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃  ―  freshly - picked fruits   &   berries ,   pastries ,   chocolates .

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  ―  soft florals   (   rose ,   lavender ,   plumeria ,   daisy ,   vanilla   ) ,   honey .   

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  ―   songs   /   poetry ;   paintings ,   sculptures ,   &   other artwork ;   homemade sweets ;   devotional prayers   /   mantras ;   handmade jewelry ;   personal shrines including any sacred objects .

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑  ―  respect nature .   uphold promises   &   vows .   bask in the morning sun .   be kind to animals   (   including insects !!   ) .   care for plantlife .   defy tyranny .   shape your own fate .   honor the fallen .   dream .   maintain hope .   be gentle with children .   recognize that even through suffering ,   life can be beautiful .   study the classics .   stand in solidarity with the downtrodden .   uplift the most vulnerable in your community .   place flowers in your hair .   be a child of nature .   embrace your darkness ,   but do not be consumed by it .

tagged  by :  yoinked it :) tagging :   @rejectshumanity ,   @blueshiftting ,   @lovesigned   (   enya !!   ) ,   @valoroso ,   @ironleonine   (   charlie !!   ) , @noriakii ,  @romance-in-moonlight ,   &   u ,   gorgeous .

[thedeadthree]

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teehee i AT LAST got around to introducing the t*lou dears clowns with the one and only template from ash! so far i have tlou!olga and gianna <3 with this cutest coloring as well !

the VERY early stages of a piece for the dearest marta in honor of fh's release ! with orions cutest template!

another early stages but in honor of oc kiss week a piece for kenny and @griffin-wood's dear raylene with this template !

and now a bit of writing! moments before disaster if you will a piece for alva and rhaegy with a bit of rhaemion and enya lore connecting them to vanna and daemy and their babies !

Summerhal was beautiful at this hour. those fleeting moments before midday and after the morning when the sun was well off to reaching its zenith made even the hardest of hearts gaze in awe.

Alva descended from her horse, vermillion. To her left by a relatively small pond were the horses of Lord Rhaemion Targaryen of Starfall, the princess Elia’s dear longtime friend (and rumored paramour, he too a close and beloved friend of the prince as well, the nature of things was a topic for another morn). And the other of her dearest Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She recalls when Rhaemion spoke of reason for choosing his horse. The almost pearlescent mane of his chosen mount reminded him of the scales of his dragon, Parthunaax known by the histories as the Burned Overlord. The Targaryens of Starfall or the Amethyst or Dawn Dragons still possessed the ones belonging to the riders they were bound to during and following the dance. Baelor and Parthunaax, Calla and Nahvintaas (a ilmestian dragon of Vilemyr), and Valaerra who was Rhaemion’s ancestor and her she-dragon Numinex. Though the most notable among them was the Ethereal, the Violet Star of Starfall herself once bound to the mistress of mists Iovanna Dayne, Starspire. The two year old daughter of Rhaemion recently began to speak her first words and has declared her favorite word to be the name of the ethereal. If this is any prediction that the girl at two has already declared her mount will not be a horse, but Starspire herself, one cannot fathom anything else. She laughed when he mentioned he will have to tell the girl when she’s older that the dragons are not to be flown in westeros and she will have to have a horse as he does. Lest the Dragon of myth and prophecy see her end by scorpion bolt.

On leaving vermillion by Rhaemion and Rhaegar’s. She makes her way by the remnants of the stone walkway closer towards the ruin. The three spent a lot of time in summerhall, her and Rhaegar spending the most.

[arrthurpendragon]

If you think the Multiverse is mad already...

Thank you, @arrthurpendragon, for sharing this promo for my growing community of MCU OCs.

How does the redheaded avatar for the most famous Irish battle goddess and her cavalcade of immortal, mutant and magical friends fit into the world of the MCU multiverse?

Follow the adventures of Kari MacOrish as she tries to find a life for herself that won't upend the lives of Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson or those closest to them.

Watch as her oldest friends--Devnet Casey, Enya Sun and Minerva O'Malley Harkness--try to keep Kari and the greater MCU 616 (or 199999) universe from imploding with the help of The Avengers and any other heroes they can find.

And what will happen when those heroes figure out all those Karis out there are not variants after all?

Madness indeed!

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[lexiklecksi]

Happy STS! I hope you’ve had a good week :D what would be a “perfect day” for your OC? (answer for as many as you like!)

Thanks for the ask and sorry it took me a while to answer :-/

Enya's perfect day: flying high above the tree tops, wind in her hair and without a destination in mind; joking around with friends/ frenemies like Talib Meara's perfect day: swimming with her sisters on a bet; sun-bathing on a rock; kissing Enya Dietbert's perfect day: playing with his four children; telling his family his favourite tales; foraging for mushrooms in the forest Talib's perfect day: spending time with Milena while she is in love with him, but since that is impossible; kickboxing some strangers or joking around with friends like Enya

[arcane-star]

@bamboorocket okay so there's two main oc stories I've been working on so far.

The first one is an animal fantasy wolf story that is a major revamp of a story I wrote when I was younger. I'm still working on revamping the plot and lore so nothing's really set in stone for this story other than the MC Alurie(who I'm considering renaming to Elline) and another character Kira are girlfriends and the main cast live in a valley in the mountains.

This is them btw :3

The other one is a high fantasy story starring my characters Astrophel, Enya, Elara, and Lyra. None of whom have actual refs bc I keep forgetting to make them... The TLDR of this story is basically some of the gods(and one ex-god) of the world this story is set in killed each other, destroyed the sun, set the world in a state of eternal winter, and now some of those gods' Demigod kids have to deal with the aftermath.

Hope you enjoyed my rambling about my homemade blorbos :3

Hey guys do y'all wanna hear about my Non-Ōkami OCs

[dunedan-estel]

Day 4 - AU Prompts by @khoc-week ofc.

AU where Terra isn’t repossessed so Lucis (khux oc) is actually one of the Real Orginisation (similarly to Xion) but has all her memories and is just waiting for the moment to betray Xehanort.

No fic (due to time crunch - at the time of scheduling this, it’s the day before OC week starts :/ - after all the prep time went into Yesterday’s prompt XD) but some facts below for her for the folks who have never seen her before

Reblogs and comments are welcome as always!

Before the cut though, here’s her KHUX appearance in game

- Is a non-direct relative to Aegis (is the sister of a direct relative, however, who was a Dandelion) so the heterochromia is thriving. - Vulpus Union - prefers strength and speed over magic, but deflection magic, buffs and debuffs are her go-tos. 

- Natural sprinter and she uses it to her advantage in battle. - She looks reserved, she is reserved. She keeps to herself, she’s quiet, she’s shy and timid and is very happy with few friends but quality friends. She’d be fine with one friend - that’s her personality. She emotive - rides on emotions: she feels disappointment deeply, she feels defeat deeply, but she also feels success. Success always catches her off guard, always running her own race, so to speak, and goes her own pace. But she finds positives where she can.

- Holds her friends very dear, even if they hurt her, but she’s not afraid to walk away from those that sap her energy. 

-Quiet determination, just getting on with the job, is her bread and butter. If there’s anyone that reminds her of those school students that just interrupt the lesson consistently, she’s not going to want to be their friend. At all. 

- Smiles so rarely in public that the first time she does the comment ‘oh you can smile’ is so off-putting and patronising/condescending  to her she goes right back to not smiling.

- introvert. But so often introverts are depicted as cold, she’s by no means cold. People want to remain friends with her because she’s warm hearted, she doesn’t relinquish hope in others very easily, she gives chances,

- is alright with children! Children aren’t her favourite people to spend time with - it just takes away a lot of energy - but what little experience she has doesn’t take away kindness, respect and her ability to correct without talking down. She’s the one who’ll say something inspirational that sticks with anyone for years, but particularly with kids. They may not know her name, but they’ll remember her face.  - When her friends, family and loved ones are in danger, there is a high chance her adrenaline will kick in and she’s a powerhouse.

- She can play the piano (when it’s slow) and has a vague understanding on bamboo flutes.

- She also likes listening to songs in a similar style to Enya - ballads in a slow, gentle, almost... haunting, often emotional, but she feels like she doesn’t sing them well. Truly, she doesn’t think she’s a good singer period. So whilst she sings a lot by herself, no one will probably ever hear her sing at all unless they stand outside her bedroom door. She can get away with the odd power ballad though (like, 80s, the odd evenescence-esque ballad) - she just has that emotion.

- She struggles with darkness on a regular basis, but she always manages to find light somewhere. She can make the tiniest speck - microscopic in the darkest moments of grief and despair - and nurture it into a sun ray. She’s logical and emotive - letting herself feel everything in the moment but also great and reflection and putting things into perspective. She’s one who rarely gets her hopes up. 

[we-love-imagines]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Dio Brando/Reader, Kujo Jotaro/Reader, Dio Brando/Original Character(s), Kujo Jotaro/Original Character(s), Kujo Jotaro/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Kujo Jotaro, Joseph Joestar, Jonathan Joestar, Dio Brando, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Kakyoin Noriaki, Iggy (JoJo), Oingo (JoJo), Boingo (JoJo), Imposter Captain Tennille (JoJo), Strength (JoJo), Rubber Soul (JoJo), Hol Horse, Enya, Sun (JoJo) Additional Tags: I live for the drama, Stardust Crusaders, canon adjacent, OC kinda replaces Anne in some places, Sorry Anne Stans, If you exist, Love Triangle, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders Spoilers, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders, Part 3 spoilers, Fluff, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, OC character that can be read as reader, Reader Insert, I'm just here for a good time y'all, Flashbacks, Reincarnation, Semi-Slow Burn, Mentions of Anxiety Series: Part 1 of Last Train Home Summary:

DIO has had quite a lot time, deep below the waves, to contemplate all matters of his past. When he discovers the existence of a girl with a striking resemblance to someone he once knew, he can't help but be curious. He couldn't account for this.

And he needs to know why.

Meanwhile, young stand user Amelia has been chased down by several strange people and is now swept up in a globe-trotting adventure to take down a one hundred and twenty year-old vampire. Turns out, that vampire will stop at nothing to bring her unharmed to Cairo.

And she needs to know why.

SURPRISE! A new chapter is up, everyone! Enjoy!

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Turn of the Wheel: Ghosts of Christmas Past

Warnings: Pretty much none on this one. This is the Christmas just before Kari and Bucky decide to give it a go, otherwise known as the Christmas the Hawkeyes went to town at Rockefeller Center.

Although none of the stories so far have ventured into smut, I do consider these 18+ because of violence in other stories.

A/N: This is a submission for @arrthurpendragon's OC Ficmas 2022 event. Please check out her blog to see all the authors participating this year.

Not beta read. All mistake are my own.

Word count: Approx. 4.8K

Banner artwork credit: Image by Robert Jones from Pixabay

The photo is of the Christmas display at the McGraw Hill Building near Radio City Music Hall. It is one of my personal favorites!

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Happy Holidays!

And here it was, another Christmas Eve, and you were so lacking in holiday spirit that most people would have stuck you with the Grinch or Scrooge nicknames used so often for those who, more likely than not, felt lost or alone this time of year.

You had done your very best to put on your “holiday face” at your bakery, and everyone except for your closest staff members probably bought your acting job this festive season.

You still didn’t feel connected to anyone, especially Bucky, Sam and his family. You felt like a fraud, but you also didn’t want to drop your massive amount of home truths on them until it was well into the New Year. Like maybe next July? Yeah, that could work, right?

Once the doors on Cutie-Pie-Tutti were locked for the night, you put in your AirPods and found the one holiday tune guaranteed to lift your spirits as you wandered around Manhattan.

“On the High Line I see the skyline Snow falls down on me As I hail the taxi, roll through the city To see the Rockefeller tree”

 “The tree? Sounds like a good idea, Liz,” you said as you looked at your iPhone and saw the smiling face of Elizabeth Chan, singer and composer of “Christmas in the City,” staring back at you.

Once you got there by foot, you didn’t expect to find the tree suddenly falling down onto the ice skating rink below and several crazed Russian men in track suits descending on the fallen evergreen.

A group of cosplayers or LARPers seemed to have joined the fray, as did a man with a sword and a female archer dressed in black and purple. The trick arrows she was using were all too familiar.

“Clint’s arrow? What in the world is going on now?” you muttered as some maniac in a track suit came running toward you, hell bent on making your evening even worse with the baseball bat he was swinging wildly as he ran. “Not so fast, tovarisch,” you said as you threw up your hands and pushed him backward into the side of a car with a magic blast. “Not going to ruin my night, or anyone else’s either.”

“Yo! Avenger! We’ve got another Avenger in the house!” one of the LARPers yelled as you turned to see where the young archer had gone or, better yet, where Clint might be.

You looked down onto the rink, and you noticed a petite blonde, dressed in what looked like the uniform of a Black Widow, talking to Clint, but she ran off just as quickly as you saw her. Then you saw the purple-clad archer running toward Clint, and you decided you had better get down to the ice before any more idiots decided to join this party.

As you ran down the stairs, more of the track suit interlopers were making their way onto the ice in a delivery truck, but one Pym particle arrow took care of them. Or maybe it was the owl that hauled the tiny truck away that did the trick?

Oh, how you wished Steve, Tony and Nat were here to see this. Christmas still wasn't the same without them.

“So, Clint, care to introduce me to your protégé? And how in the name of Heaven did you knock over this tree of all trees? Who were the goon squad in the track suits?”

“You didn’t tell me you were calling in the rest of the team! I’m Kate Bishop. People say I’m one of the greatest archers in the world. And I’m lucky Clint is letting me partner with him.”

“Partner? And here I thought you were retiring, Clint. What does Laura have to say about all this?”

“Very funny. Why did you show up now anyway? Not that I’m not happy for the assist, Kari. Kate, this is Kari MacOrish.”

“Nice to meet you, Kate,” you said as you extended your hand. “Now, maybe I can fix your tree trouble. Can you guys step back a bit? And let me know if Damage Control rolls up. I do not like those jokers, and I do not want to spend my Christmas Eve in one of their detention centers.”

“How are you going to fix this tree? Do you need to call Strange or Wong? I know no one knows where Wanda is,” Clint said as your hands were bathed in green light. You winked at Barton and smiled as you unfurled your wings and took to the sky.

“Unraveling time would probably work best, but I really don’t want to deal with that much hassle. It would undo all the battles you just won and make those bozos come back, and once tonight is enough, even for me,” you replied as you sent a wave of light toward the tree and its broken trunk, slowly lifting it back into place. It hurt like hell, but you were not about to let all these locals and tourists lose the chance to have this tree as the center of their celebrations this night.

Many of the lights were shattered, and some branches seemed broken beyond repair, but the star miraculously survived the fall when it landed on a bale of hay near one of the entrances, a sign to you that this might work out after all.

This was not the first time you had rescued a fallen tree, but this was likely the largest one you ever hoped to put to rights with magic.

“Is it straight?” you asked Clint and Kate as you hovered in the air, the sound of sirens in the distance making your timely completion of your task a necessity.

“I think so, but Laura says I’m not very good with stuff like this,” Clint said as you landed and ran to the base, a final touch of the splintered trunk the deal maker to keep the Norway spruce in place until it would be removed in January. You dug in your pocket and found a ribbon you had taken off a present you got from Cristiano, your head baker, and as you placed it on the trunk, it grew in size and wrapped around the damaged base. It was red and gold and glittered as you magically tugged at the ends to make sure it was snug.

“Clint, ambulances are on the way, so here,” you said as you grabbed both Bishop’s and Barton’s shoulders and started a very rudimentary healing of them both. “Just gave you a head start so you aren’t in a hospital bed for the holiday. Kate, it’s been a pleasure,” you said as you gave the young woman a hug, “and Clint, Merry Christmas to you, Laura and the kids,” you added as you hugged him as well. “Tell Ms. Bishop about the café. Card’s in your pocket, Kate,” you yelled back to them as you ran off the ice and back toward Fifth Avenue, the choir of Saint Patrick’s filling the night with song as you went to the subway to head back to Brooklyn.

It was just too bad your holiday blahs returned as soon as you got back to your apartment. Sure, you had a tree there, and Hickory was still wearing his festive red and green holiday bow tie on his collar, but things just felt off.

Maybe it was because you and Bucky were seemingly on the outs for what must have been the fifth time this month.

Or it could have been the disappointment expressed by Sarah, Cass and AJ when you declined an invitation to Christmas dinner.

This year just did not seem like the best time to be mingling with anyone.

As you looked at the packages under your tree, you noticed the one for Bucky right away. It was metallic royal blue with big white snowflakes all over the paper, and the silver and white bow gleamed in the light of your tree. You’d gotten him a new leather jacket because his had been trashed during a fight with some Flag Smasher sympathizers, and he wouldn’t let you magic up a fix for it. So finding him one as a gift was the only way to go.

You’d also gotten Alpine a gift or two while you were at it. You were thrilled when Bucky had gone to the local no kill shelter’s cat café to see the felines up for adoption there, and the white Angora he brought home was too cute for words. So you got her a new bed and some treats you knew she liked. Hickory was a tuna fancier, but Alpine seemed to enjoy salmon more.

And a pile of gifts for the Wilsons sat directly behind Bucky’s box. You found some great, tenderly-loved old Motown records in a store in Detroit. You also found some wonderful souvenirs to give to Sam from one of the old recording studios used by the soulful songsters back in the 60s.

The boys wanted nothing more than video games, but you knew Sarah was not the biggest fan, so, along with some new headphones and controllers for each of them, you registered the boys with an “experiences” camp out of New Orleans. They’d have two weeks away this summer at a camp of their choosing, be it space academy, inventors’ workshop or outdoor adventure base.

And Sarah? A week or two away from the boat while the boys were gone was what you thought she could use, but you knew she would likely not accept the present. So you opted for some very thoughtful jewelry made by local craftsmen in Baton Rouge. The pieces were African inspired and screamed “strong, powerful, caring, friend” when you saw the necklace and earrings.

Now you just hoped you’d get to give them their gifts sometime in the near future. Just not tonight.

“Well, Hick, looks like it’s you and me tonight,” you said as you sat down on your floral sofa and invited your orange tabby to join you there. “Merry Christmas, fuzz meister. I just wish I knew what was wrong with me.”

As Christmas morning dawned, you went into your living room and noticed Hickory had been snooping in a bunch of boxes that were at the back of the tree. You had bought them ages ago and tucked them away. Frankly, you’d shoved them back there because they were too painful to look at.

One was addressed to someone named MJ, and another to a person named Ned. There was another to a woman named May, and the final one was ready to give to someone named Peter, but for the life of you, you could not remember who in the name of the Goddess any of them were.

“I guess I’ll donate these, Hick, because I have no idea why I bought them,” you said as you sat down on the stool in your kitchen, trying to recall any of these people as you made a cup of coffee. But every time you tried, you saw purple lights and felt like hell. You’d been feeling that way since the start of December, but you didn’t want to tell anyone about it. You should have talked to Wong or Strange, but the new Sorcerer Supreme was in Kamar-Taj, and the disgruntled former Sorcerer Supreme was likely holed up in the New York Sanctum and being a bit of an arse about it all.

Nope, those two were a no-go this holiday season.

And Wanda, the one person you likely would have chosen to talk to in the first place, was still off the radar. That didn’t make a damned bit of sense either.

You started to zone out a bit as you drank your coffee, wincing as more weird images popped into your mind. The splintered parts of you in other realms were likely pushing back at you for a reason, but you were not about to deal with them today.

Meanwhile, down in Delacroix, Sarah was probably ready to toss rolls at her brother and his new “bestie,” but that would have been a waste of perfectly good food. She could hear them getting into it in the living room as she put the finishing touches on Christmas breakfast.

“What do you mean Kari isn’t talking to you? Or are you just mad at her for some stupid reason? What did you do this time, Krampus Claus?”

Poor Sam didn’t know what he was getting into when he decided to find out what exactly was going on between you and Bucky at the moment.

“What does that even mean?” Bucky sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs in the Wilsons’ living room. “Krampus Claus isn’t a thing. Even I know that!”

“Cass and AJ wanted to watch that Christmas horror movie with that German monster guy last week, but Sarah yelled at me because she thought I was encouraging them to watch it. First damned thing that popped into my head, Buck.”

“Of course it was. And I have no idea why Kari isn’t talking to me. And before you ask, I talked to Sharon. She has no clue either. And Sarah doesn’t know, so who next?”

“What about Bruce?” Sarah yelled from the kitchen.

“He’s visiting his cousin in California,” Sam yelled back. “Jennifer. The lawyer. As far as I know, Bruce and Kari haven’t spoken in weeks.”

“Great,” Sarah said as she walked in and looked at Bucky. “You two get this close to each other, and then you repel like a couple of magnets. You are both making me and Sam crazy. Now, which one of you two wants to help pour the coffee while we try to figure out how to fix this mess? On top of the mess about Kari and her crazy past, I mean. Or do you think they’re related?”

“Sarah, if I knew, I’d tell you. Kind of makes me wish Loki were still around,” Bucky said as Sam almost dropped the coffee pot. “They actually got along, and he might have been able to help. I know. I sound crazier than usual.”

“What do you mean she won’t open the door? Just cast a spell to open the lock!”

Devnet Casey and Enya Sun had been alerted by Darcy Lewis that you had been less than peppy this holiday season, and because she could not be there herself to see what was up, she asked your two oldest friends to check in on you. So now they were more or less bickering at your Brooklyn apartment door.

“Enya, do I look like I haven’t tried that? Herself warded it pretty well. I even called Mina to get her fanged face over here, but she said to leave Kari alone. She said we all know why Kari gets weird at Christmas. Unless you think she finally got pissed about what we are all doing that is technically behind her back? I’ve tried to stall everyone until Kari gets the nerve to explain it all, and it is driving me mad. I thought telling her would help, but no…”

Devnet was referring to the group trying to figure out what was wrong with you and your magic, but she had made sure not to introduce herself to Sam or Bucky just yet. The same went for any mention of Enya, your first husband Galen’s sister.

“Mina said. Mina thought. Blah blah blah. I don’t care if Mina is Thom’s sister. She has no idea what is going on because she was not one of us way back in the morning dew of it all,” Enya said as she tugged on your door handle yet again. “Wait. Is this about that stupid tree?”

“I’d hardly call the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree a stupid tree. And no, it isn’t about the tree as far as I know. At least that’s what that pixie working at her bakery told me. Then again, Kari is probably not telling anyone anything of great value. There is something weird, though.”

“Weirder than the two of you?” a third female voice said as her footsteps came to a halt. “I thought I asked you to leave the lady alone?”

“And are you ignoring your own advice, Mina?” Enya growled as Kari’s other sister-in-law, Mina O’Malley Harkness, stood before them, red scarf tossed casually around the collar of her black coat, black hat and dark hair framing her face, and a tiny drop of blood near her bottom lip.

“You didn’t snack on a taxi driver, did you?” Devnet asked as she crossed her arms and looked up at Mina.

“No, of course not. Dorian and I made a stop at a local blood bank a few days ago. The one near the Village where all the vampires go. I am not going to ruin your holiday. I promise. Now, did you see the lights in the harbor earlier this month? The purple ones? When I called Kari, she told me about them. She…something about them bothered her.”

“And she told you and not us? And not the assassin? Seriously?” Enya asked just as a neighboring door opened, and the trio stepped back into a piece of shadow so they would not be noticed. “Do you have a key, Mina? We can’t stay out here all day.”

“Can’t you just spell it?” Mina asked as the ladies turned in unison at the sound of a click, and the door opened enough for Hickory to pop out. He pawed Devnet’s leg and asked to be picked up. As she scooped up the orange tabby, the trio stepped inside the apartment and saw you just sitting there in your red and green pajamas, coffee cup in hand.

“Sorry I didn’t open up sooner, but things are just…not right,” you said as you set your mug down. “And doing the ‘three spirits visiting you this night’ part is a bit old hat, isn’t it? Do you really not see the ghosts from Dickens’ story when you see the other three of us gathered round this night? Or the ghosts of those we have lost? I do. And to top it off, I know you’ve been hiding things from me, ladies. I’ve been hiding them from you, too. You’d think we’d all learn by now, but we never do, do we?”

“What do you mean you keep getting into more fugue states?” Mina asked as she sat down in your sage green chair and fiddled with one of the decorations on your side table. It was a small snowman with a cardinal perched on its arm, and it seemed to amuse the vampire a bit. “Your other parts start intruding more? Is that normal?”

“No, it isn’t,” you replied as you looked at Mina. “And it makes things complicated. A stray thought can trigger it, and so can a smell or some particular setting. It’s getting to the point that I don’t want to leave this apartment, and I really can’t live like that.”

“And you haven’t told anyone except us right now?” Dev asked as she finally set Hickory down. “I mean, not Sam or Bruce or Bucky?”

“Not a soul, but I have a funny feeling the Masters of the Mystic Arts might be watching me from a distance. They mean well, but at times, well, it gets annoying.”

“And so do your ‘out to lunch’ moments, Kar,” Enya noted as she walked around your tree. “No offense, but they do get scary.”

“None taken,” you replied to her comments. “I just wish I could stop them.”

“And why the hiding nonsense?” Mina asked as Hickory finally made his way over to her. He had never been too fond of vampires, and you chalked that up to the fact he had never met your brother Ewan. “Go. Have fun. Please, for all our sakes, go down to Louisiana and have a good time. Whatever the purple lights are can wait for a day or two.”

“Mina is right, and you know how infrequently I admit to agreeing with her,” Enya said with a smirk as Mina laughed. “You don’t hate Christmas. You never have. You are just being you again. Taking all this on your back.”

“But,” you started to say before Dev shot you one of her usual withering glares. “What, Dev?”

“Did you get spooked again? About Bucky and that damned dagger you hid in your vault? You said ages ago that Loki looked at the stupid thing and had no idea what it was. Please, for your sake even more than ours, even on your worst day, you would not kill Bucky Barnes. If you were meant to do it with that dagger, you would not have missed the first time. He was brainwashed when he stabbed you, so I am trying to be a bit less judgmental about the man. I truly am glad he got help.”

“Ladies, I am not just showing up on their doorstep. I told Sarah no, and I am not going to mess up her plans. She has enough to handle with her boys, and Sam and Bucky, bless them, are not always jumping in to help her in the ways she might need most. She told me Sam was encouraging the boys to watch Christmas horror films. I’m hoping it was just a misunderstanding. They do not need to see “Violent Night” or “Silent Claus, Deadly Claus” or any other film like that. At least not yet.”

“I am sure Sarah would be more than welcoming,” Dev continued as she grabbed your now empty coffee mug and took it into your kitchen. “Now, out of the chair and into the shower. And what are those things you are wearing anyway? Ugly Christmas pajamas? Seriously? With cats all over them?”

“A gift from my staff at the bakery here. Fine. I’ll shower and get dressed, but I’m still not…going…”

After you showered and changed, you still resisted Dev’s urging you all to go to Delacroix and forget about the drama for one day. Right now she was acting more like her dog Tyrone with a huge bone. She would not take no for an answer, so down you all went via portal, with Hickory in tow. Mina had bagged up the gifts you needed for the Wilsons and Bucky and handed them to you before Enya literally pushed you from Brooklyn to the Wilsons’ front porch, hitting the buzzer for the doorbell for good measure.

“Kari?” Sam said as he got to the front door, opening it a split second after your friends vanished. No trio from the past. Just you, Hickory and a ton of gifts.

“A few old friends kicked my arse for not being more social this year. They were right. Merry Christmas, Sam.”

Cass and AJ came running up behind their uncle and took the bag of gifts inside. Hickory sniffed around and was happy to see Alpine was there as well, and the two scampered off to make mischief as you turned to see Bucky standing there with a big grin on his face. “So, Cris finally get you to leave?”

“It was another group of old friends. You don’t know them. Not yet anyway. I’ll explain another time,” you said as Sarah came in for a holiday hug.

“I think I know why you’re off,” Sarah said as she looked at the gifts Cass and AJ were digging into. “Darcy told me about her friend Jane. She mentioned you couldn’t help with Jane’s cancer, and that got you pretty bummed. No wonder you weren’t in a party mood. You could have told us.”

With the purple light nonsense you had pushed the Jane Foster fiasco to the back of your mind. Her cancer was too advanced for you to be able to help kick start her own healing abilities. Jane was a wonderful woman and a truly talented astrophysicist, but most of all she was Darcy’s best friend. That was why the whole “Jane story” stirred up so many emotions for you.

“Even people like me have trouble when we hear we can’t do something to help others,” you said as Sarah handed you a cup of coffee. “Thank you.”

“Why didn’t you tell us about Jane?” Bucky asked as he nursed his own mug of coffee. “Is it a big secret? Maybe Doctor Cho could help?”

“I was just trying to respect Jane’s wishes about not making a big deal out of her illness. I’m not even sure Thor knows, and they were a couple. I did not want him hearing from anyone but her. And there is some other magical woo-woo stuff going on, but I don’t think I want to get into that until I've done some more recon. I’ll talk to Stephen and Wong after the holidays. I promise.”

“You better,” Sam said with a slight scowl. “Or your presents go back to the North Pole. I’ll call Santa personally.”

“Oh, Nick? He’d never do that. He’s a sweetie. And the reindeer love me. I make them snacks with carrots and other veggies baked in. Cranberries, too. ”

“Of course you know Santa Claus!” Sam replied as Cass and AJ laughed loudly. “What did I say this time?”

“I was kidding, Sam. Are my jokes falling flat already? That goes for any regional or national version that is not called Santa Claus. Like Pere Noel.”

You kept smiling as you thought back to your actual friend Kristopher Nicklaus Kringle, the sole proprietor of a now massive toy workshop in the northern reaches of the world just past the Canadian wilderness. His space was close to The Rift but not physically in it. It was in a pocket dimension all its own. He was indeed an immortal like you, and he and his family had made Christmas their business for centuries. But you were not about to tell that tale today. Nick needed his day off, too.

“So, can I be of any help?” you asked before you turned to see Cass and AJ checking out their new gaming gear. “There’s more to it than the tech, Sarah. That part comes later. Boys, maybe we should eat first since your mom went to all this trouble?”

As the boys begrudgingly left their pile of gifts and went to the table, Bucky pulled you aside for a minute. “You sure you’re OK? Need to talk?”

“This nonsense can wait. And before you ask, I’ll tell you the Santa story another time. Now, did you eat Sarah out of all her beignets today? Did you try that turducken recipe this year, Sarah?”

“Do not mention that word,” Sarah grumbled as she looked back toward the kitchen. “Regular old turkey for us. That other thing was a nightmare.”

“Marvelous, delicious turkey you mean,” you replied as Sarah just smiled and shook her head. As you looked at her, you started to see the damned purple lights again, and now they seemed to touch everyone in the room. You blinked and pinched the bridge of your nose for a minute to get the visuals and the sick feeling they caused you to pass. “Sorry. We had a few celebratory drinks last night before we closed the bakery. Whatever that was at the end had a kick to it. It was the fairy equivalent of a bar mat shot.”

As you took a deep breath and concentrated on the eggs, bacon and beignets before you, you hoped that the rest of the gifts would be as much of a hit as the gaming gear was for Cass and AJ.

You also couldn’t shake the feeling things were going to keep getting less settling as the purple lights became more and more frequent.

“How do you say Merry Christmas in Irish, Kari?” Sam asked as he grabbed more bacon from the platter. “Nollaig Shona agus Athbhliain faoi Mhaise Duit. That’s Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I pray that the next one is a good one for us all.”

Back in Brooklyn, Enya, Dev and Mina had long since left your apartment and locked things up behind them as they did. They had flicked off the lights on your tree, so the only lights visible were the ones in and around the apartment building across the way and in the street below. The streets were fairly empty for a Christmas night, so no one likely saw the lingering purple light dancing near your balcony window. A figure appeared there briefly and just as quickly vanished. A wisp of shadow form hovered in the air for the briefest of moments before the purple lights blinked out.

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[withinkandquill-a]

A Guide to My OCs:

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Oaklynn: Fandomless. A deaf girl left on her own after the death of her mother and half-brother. Communicates through sign language only. @xa-silent-voicex

Raydan: Fae. A faery prince caught in the middle of a war. The youngest of four boys but the last remaining heir to the throne. @xprince-of-the-fairiesx

Shanya: Grishaverse OC. A heartrender and healer in the Darkling's personal guard. @xthe-sun-is-also-a-starkovx

Callum: Fandomless. A young man from Texas who's trying to find himself after the recent loss of his girlfriend and their unborn daughter. @xwith-stories-untoldx

Enya: Fandomless. A young woman with powers over fire who struggles to define herself outside her father's control and make peace with her many sins. Usually a soldier of some kind. Can be a hero or villain. @xwith-stories-untoldx

Clara: Fandomless. A studious law student living with her long-term roommate and highschool best friend, Ivy. @xwith-stories-untoldx

Ivy: Fandomless. A wild, creative writer and artist living with her long-term roommate and childhood best friend, Clara. @xwith-stories-untoldx

[madnessismylover]

Using this picrew I made a bunch of my OCs

(yes... They all look white. Technically 2 are Asian but the picrew makes them look just white.)

(some ages have 2 number because I either forget or they are super close to their birthday at the start of the fic)

Evangeline - 27/28 - From my Split Fanfic "Muse"

Lucy - 20/21 - from my Hobbit fanfic "We're Believers, I Believe Tonight"

Clara - 22 - from my Lord Of The Rings Fanfic "Daughter of Starlight"

Enya - 26 - from my Skyrim Fanfic "Dropped into Skyrim" (original, ik /s. Working title)

Coralie - 18/19 - from my Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic "Tail of Coralie" (yes I spelled it that way on purpose)

Rika - 17 - from my Fruits Basket fanfic "Dark Memories Within White Lies"

Kaede - 16/17 - from my Ouran Highschool Host Club fanfic "We Got Firecracker Wishes We Can Make" (hair is meant to be darker blue but they didn't have that option)

Nora - 25/26 - from my Undertale fanfic "Player 2"

Skylar - 28/29 - from my Captain America (/Avengers) fanfic "Stand By You"

Lynnette - 23 - from my Red Dead Redemption 2 fanfic "Stealing Our Place in the Sun"

[cutelittlevamp]

Is it possible you could write a fiction of where Xigbar tries to manipulate Enya when he finds her on a mission of hers? Preying on her insecurity that she will never truly belong to the Sanctuary Between Crossroads (the world she came to and gets her training) and that she belongs to him? Perhaps also insinuate she's unworthy of wielding a keyblade because of her past with him? Meanwhile Enya tries to stand her ground, knowing he's trying to manipulate her and that she'd never go back to him.

This is my very first request^^ I hope you like how it turned out. It’s not that long but I really enjoyed writing it and if you’d have an idea for a second part I wouldn’t mind writing one :)

For all the others: Enya his @whisperinghallwaysofmirrors own OC

Stay safe you all

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Finally! He had finally found her again. His Enya.

Xigbar smirked slightly while he watched her train, her short brown hair swaying with her movements. She had cut it. He preferred it long. He had do admit, though, that he was a little impressed that she was able to summon a keyblade now. That might become a problem later on but he didn't really mind. He did enjoy a challenge.

Just like he actually rather enjoyed searching for her when she ran away but that didn't mean he would let her escape from him again. By now Enya should know just who she belonged to.

It seemed that she had finished with her little training session, for she let her keyblade disappear. Her olive skin was slightly gleaming with sweat in the light of the rising sun and she pushed her glasses back up her nose before turning to leave. Xigbar took that as his sign to appear in front of her.

“Got to give it to you, sweety, I'm slightly impressed.” He smirked his signature smirk and Enya froze in front of him. It took her a moment to regain her composure but when she finally did, she summoned her keyblade again and got in a defensive stance. The brunette glared at the Organization member, he returned the stare with a grin.

“Why so tense?” He took a step forward, she … didn't move backwards. Interesting. His little darling had always been strong-minded – it's one of the things he loved about her – and it seemed like her self-esteem improved over the months they've spent apart.

“What do you want?” she hissed, looking daggers at him. He just let out a dry laugh and started circling her while her brown eyes followed his every move.

“I'm not coming back, you know? You will not lock me away again!” Again? Well, she definitely underestimated what he was capable of. She hadn't seen anything yet.

“You want to stay here then? In this world?” There was a slightly amused tone in his voice. It irritated her and he knew it. “Yes”, she said still rather stern, glaring at the long-haired man. “They'll teach me how to properly use my keyblade and then I'll be able to stop you!” “Will you now,” he responded, coming to a halt.

Then – way too fast for Enya to react – he had summoned one of his guns, moved around her and fixated her with his free arm. She could feel his breath close to her ear and the point of his gun at her temple. Her keyblade vanished from her hand into thin air again. “So, you think they'll accept you? That they think you're worthy of the keyblade after what happened in your past? After me?”

He chuckle darkly when he felt her shudder.

“You'll not manipulate me again, Xigbar,” she muttered but one who knew her could hear the doubt in her voice. And, oh, did he know her. Very well.

“They'll never accept you and you know it my sweet,” he whispered into her ear, making her shudder again. In the next instant she could feel his gun vanish and he turned her around to face him, watching her intently with his yellow eye. He could see the insecurity in her eyes and knew he had won this round.

Xigbar grinned. He could just take Enya home with him right now but where would be the fun in that? No, he'd play her a little more.

“Think about it, sweety. You know I'm right.” He let go off her and turned around creating a swirling black portal in front of him. “No, you're not!” He just laughed at her comment and vanished through the portal.

Enya broke down staring blankly at her hands.

'Was he right, though? Was she really unworthy of the keyblade? Did the masters think so too? Maybe …

… he was right?'

[mostly-romance]

OCtober Shipping 2019

(finally a blog that encourages OCs X canon characters!)

Day 13:  Full Moon

from Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight

Fandom:  Doctor Strange/Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters:  Doctor Stephen Strange, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC)

Summary:  A stroll through a fragrant garden beneath the moonlight---intended as a way of thanking a visitor from off world for a healing kindness she had done him--has Master of the Mystic Arts, Stephen Strange, realizing he feels much more than gratitude for the young woman.  Soon enough, the moon just gets into his blood...

The air was clear as crystal, the night cool enough after an oppressive day of heat, so that they walked comfortably through the garden dusk, close enough to touch, and yet not touching--unless one’s arm might brush, by chance, against the other’s.  Stephen wore jeans and an open-collared, sapphire blue silk shirt, which he had conjured up just for the occasion; he knew he looked good—even though he knew he needn’t give his appearance a second thought.  Teyla had opted for simplicity as well, in a floral sundress and comfortable looking espadrilles.  Stephen had needed to jumpstart their conversation several times, as Teyla was nervous at the beginning of their stroll, until he began to ask her about Hadeeth.

“…and mating rituals are somewhat different on my world,” she was explaining,  “Far less for pleasure—than is the custom here—more straightforward, with their purpose clearly for procreation.  My mother had observed this…anachronism…recalling a time in our history when our people had allowed such hungers for physical satisfaction to rule our heads.”  Teyla lowered her eyes diffidently, “We were a people willing to disregard reason, common sense and—worst of all—compassion, in selfish pursuit of the carnal.  Then came the great awakening, and we chose to direct those energies to more…altruistic…pursuits.”  She looked back to him, a sheepish smile playing at the corners of her mouth, “Mother grew curious enough to dare what was discouraged on our world. There was a man whom she found pleasing—not only to her eye, but to her heart...”

“Your father,” he murmured, mesmerized by the soft cadence of her voice, and the little inflections that reminded him that English was not her native tongue.

Teyla nodded, “My father, yes.  He was a good man, Stephen; and to his credit, he loved her dearly--as he did me.”  She closed her eyes a moment, clearly calling him forth in her mind, softening visibly as she did so.  “He sheltered me at a time of peril and uncertainty on Hadeeth.  And he did his best to educate me in the ways of humanity, allowing me to at least pass for an ordinary--albeit awkward--teenager.”

“But you never quite fit in,” he surmised, from other little things she had said regarding her years on Earth.

Teyla shrugged, not needing to dwell on the past, “It did not matter; I managed well enough, and if I had few friends, they were true--and judged me not that I was different.”  She laughed quietly, “Is that not the way for many adolescents of your world?”

Stephen chuckled in agreement, “I suppose it is.”  Recalling his own teenage angst, he added, “But most of us outgrow that awkwardness with time and experience.”  Then reckoning how very far his path had taken him, he told her, “And if we’re very lucky, we turn out to be the people destiny intended us to be.”

They had reached the far end of the garden, the moonlight casting a shimmer on the reflecting pool.  Teyla took a seat upon a worn, marble bench, then inclined her head as invitation for him to join her.  “A lovely night,” she mused, then laid her hand on top of his.  The pale scarring she had taken on when she worked her spell upon his damaged hands had all but vanished.  “Thank you for bringing me here, Stephen.  Such simple beauty leaves an imprint on the heart; a quiet, welcome comfort to savor now, and to remember well in days when we have trials to face.”

“It’s been my pleasure, Teyla—and the very least I can do to show my gratitude.”  He felt he should do more, far more, and yet he knew she expected nothing; her freely given gift had brought her pain, but such giving came as naturally to her as breathing.  The only thing that she had asked was for him to use his own gifts well and wisely in the service of his world—something he had pledged to do long before they’d met.  “Your mother mentioned you would face a test of sorts sometime in the future,” he pondered.  “Has that time grown near?”

Teyla sighed heavily, reluctantly reminded of the tasks that lay ahead for her.  “No talk or thought of that tonight, Stephen.  Tonight I long for the tranquility of a quiet garden and the companionship of a kind man.”  To her credit, she sounded light of heart.

“Then I will see you have exactly what you wish, my dear.”  Moved by her tender regard for him, Stephen raised her hand and kissed her knuckles, and then looked out upon the water--wondering if in this setting Teyla might find that little act too forward…or perhaps wish that he might be moved to more.

Instead, she rested her head on his shoulder, humming contentedly.  Some unknown nightbird called out from the grove of fruit trees on the far side of the still pool; its sweet song was soon taken up by another.  In such a setting, Stephen found it easy to imagine they were mates, their pleasant trilling the joyful greetings exchanged as they came together after being parted for too long.  That he was indulging in such uncharacteristically soft musings perplexed him, like a language long forgotten from disuse—until he considered the light of the moon, the garden’s perfume, and the gentle woman leaning against him.

“Your moon is quite enchanting, isn’t it,” she pondered, and he realized she was likely picking up on his emotions without even meaning to; second nature to her surely, but a marvel still to him.  “But she pales in comparison to the moons of Hadeeth.”

“Moons?” he asked, giving her the encouragement to tell him more; he could not read feelings nearly as well as was her wont, but the trace of longing in Teyla’s voice spoke well enough that she was feeling at least a little homesick.

“Moons,” she repeated, raising her head to look at him directly, eyes wide with delight, “Anya, the eldest, wise and steadfast in her orbit, ruler of the tides.  Enya, middle child, ever brightest of the three, mistress of all nocturnal creatures; she speeds apace or lags behind as her stubborn nature dictates.”  Her voice had fallen into a storyteller’s captivating rhythm; Stephen could picture a circle of Hadeethan children at her feet, listening raptly as she shared with them the folklore of her people.  “And Nonya, wayward youngest of the three, ever eager to appear before the sun has fully set, and last to leave the sky each dawn.” Teyla lowered her eyes shyly as she added, “Nonya is thought the patroness of lovers and their secret trysts.”

Stephen chuckled softly, charmed by both her tale, and the bashfulness that had overtaken her at the mention of lovers’ assignations.  “That’s far more exotic and appealing than some of earth’s legends about the moon; there’s one ridiculous one that maintains the moon is made of cheese.”

“You can’t be serious,” she laughed, “Who would believe such an outlandish idea!”  With narrowed eyes, Teyla studied his face, searching for any sign that he was teasing her, “Oh—but surely you jest?”

“I swear it’s true, Teyla—though I like the poetry of your moons far more than the foolishness of mine.”

That brought a pretty smile to her face, lighting her dark eyes with mirth.  Stephen wondered if she even realized that she was flirting with him; he would swear it had been the furthest thing from his mind when he had invited her for an evening stroll through the National Botanical Gardens of Kathmandu.  Recalling her love for green and growing things, he’d only thought it a good way to show some measure of his appreciation for the kindness she had done him—but Teyla’s innate softness, her gentle guilelessness, coupled with the freshly risen moonlight, had him feeling more than gratitude.  Had him curious if she would shiver were he to brush his fingertips lightly upon her cheek; had him contemplating how her lips might taste should she eventually yield them to his.  He had not been prepared in the least for this sudden longing she’d awoken in him, having lived the purely ascetic life since his initial arrival at Kamar-Taj.

Unaware of his train of thought, Teyla carried on, “I would show you our moons, Stephen Strange.  Should you find time to visit Hadeeth, you might be witness to a marvelous natural wonder.”

“I should like that very much, Teyla of Hadeeth,” he admitted, his voice grown dusky as he speculated if she’d meant to make him feel these things.

She either read it upon his face, or discerned his feelings on the light breeze that stirred between them, for she gasped and looked down.  Stephen flushed with concern that he’d made her uncomfortable—a fear briefly confirmed when she raised her face again, frowning slightly…until she stammered an apology, “Stephen, forgive me please. I should not have waxed on so witlessly of the ancient superstitions of my people.”

“Nonsense,” he sought to assure her, “It’s good to know our races are not so dissimilar after all; boys have sought kisses from girls in the moonlight, from well before recorded time on Earth as well.”  He took her hand again, squeezing it gently for emphasis, and leaned in to tell her confidentially, “I haven’t always been a man this age, you know; as a boy I sought my fair share of moonlight kisses from pretty girls—as I’m sure you’ve received a good portion yourself, in your time here, if not on your home world. You needn’t be ashamed to speak of as pleasant a thing as that.”

Teyla opened her mouth to speak, then lowered her gaze again, quietly advising him, “I have not.  I was never pretty enough to suit most boys of this world, nor was there ever opportunity on Hadeeth for me to engage in such…”  She paused, as if searching for a word to justify her lack of experience, “…such…superfluous pursuits.”

In his astonishment, he could not help but ask, “Not even once?”

“By moonlight, no,” she answered, raising her chin proudly against feeling somehow inadequate, “But I’ll have you know I have kissed several boys, whilst I lived with my father and attended secondary school.”  She shrugged, attempting to negate the value of the experience, “It seemed enough of a social convention that I had to, in order to be accepted among my peers.”  She studied his face intently, perhaps curious as to his reaction to the next.   “In truth, Stephen, such kisses never struck me as worth the fuss that the other girls made of them.”

“Perhaps because they were boys,” he suggested wryly, moving his face close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his skin, “Perhaps you would be better served to try again--with a man, not a boy.”

“I…I know not,” she gasped, surprised he’d moved so close, but brave enough to ask, “What…what man might seek such a taste of me?”

“Oh, Teyla,” he said softly, cupping his hand along her cheek, “You pride yourself in how easily you can read others’ emotions—can’t you tell what I’m feeling right now?”  Having come to the place--which he had been denying for some time was his truest destination--Stephen chose to face it fearlessly.  As fearless in this, as he had seen the lovely woman beside him, face far less pleasant things.  The voice of Wong tried to make him hit pause; it isn’t right, she is your student, it told him—but Stephen silenced it with the assertion that his bond with Teyla had surpassed that stricture some time ago.

She closed her eyes and nestled her cheek against his palm, then moistened her slightly parted lips, possibly aware--at last--of his intention. Her reply was soft as a longing sigh. “I…uh…sometimes my own emotions cloud my understanding of another’s.  Perhaps you,” Teyla exhaled slowly, striving a moment more to master the magnetic pull between them, and then looked up at him with fearless clarity, “Perhaps you could help me understand.”

His mouth quirked into a half-smile as he brushed her hair behind her ear, leaving his hand to rest there.  “Nothing would give me greater pleasure, my dear--though I’ve found that often actions speak more clearly than words,” he told her patiently, “I would very much like to kiss you now, Teyla—but only if you want me to.”

Stephen held his breath as she considered his request, reading her answer in her eyes before she spoke.  “I…I would like that, Stephen.  Very much, if…if you truly wish it so…”  Teyla trailed off, while her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.  He closed the little space left between them, laying his lips feather-soft upon hers, lingering a moment before brushing his lower lip against hers, gently nudging her to respond.  Her lips relaxed in reply, allowing him to deepen the kiss, until she whimpered against his mouth.

Withdrawing only a little, he rested his forehead against hers.  “That was nice, now, wasn’t it,” he asked her quietly, “And surely better than those fledgling kisses in your past?”

She only nodded her head against his, firmly enough to tell him he was more than right--and then surprised him as she laid one hand along his neck, and the other on his face, sliding her fingertips into his hair.  “It was…hmmm…it was…delightful,” she admitted, her doe-eyes warm and newly inviting  “But somehow it seemed…incomplete.”  Smiling shyly, she offered a suggestion, “Perhaps…perhaps there is more you would show me?”

“Gladly,” he rumbled, from a deep, satisfied place in his chest, tilting her face back and letting his mouth hover over hers, a delicious tease of what was to come.  Now that they’d come to it, Stephen wanted to savor every moment; but even more, he wanted to show her the wonder he found her to be.  Her untested lips were soft, modestly pink, and wholly willing to follow him; her trust in him palpable.  It made for an intoxicating combination.

“My sweet Teyla,” his whispered, before laying his lips gently against hers again and  bestowing several chaste kisses upon her—while he still had the presence of mind to go slowly—and gaging her response.  With each kiss, her lips grew more relaxed, her fingers in his hair pressing harder.  He now cupped her face with both hands, delighting in the smooth warmth of her skin, and the little puffs of breath she gave between the tease of his gentle kisses.

“Those Earth boys were idiots,” he murmured, kissing her cheeks as she sighed in reply, and then caressing along her cheekbones with his thumbs.  Slowly, he worked his way back to her mouth, still pacing himself, wanting her to understand that he treasured her—and the amazing gift that she offered him now.

He paused long enough, his mouth a hairsbreadth from hers, so that she opened her eyes; deep, dark pools that invited him in, but also questioned what he was waiting upon.  “For you to see me, Teyla,” he answered, and she smiled a little that he had indeed read her thought, “For you to see that I see that you are beyond simply pretty.  You are lovely in a rare and wonderful way.  More lovely than the most beautiful of women—for their beauty is only skin deep…”  Stephen felt unfamiliarly moved, in the way of a poet or artist at the point of discovering the rarest inspiration.  “…but your beauty, Teyla, is soul-deep and eternal…and I thank god that I’m blessed enough to see it.”  He kissed her chastely one last time, and when she moaned his name, the need to possess her lips, her mouth, her very essence, obliterated his control at last.

And Teyla?  She yielded to him without hesitation, melting beneath his open mouth, learning in full the secret of moonlight kisses, feeling cherished in his embrace while trusting completely in his intent---and happily, happily following his lead.

[excerpt is from chapter ten of the WIP Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight on AO3 ]

[arrthurpendragon]

Thanks for doing this for the community, @arrthurpendragon! You are an angel, Kass!

Fandom I write for: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Looking For In The OC Community: I guess the reason I came here was to share stories that had been stuck in my head while I did my dishes. I’m just looking to see where they all go and hoping others like and reblog them.

I am more than happy to answer asks about my OCs, but I am slow to reply at the moment. I’d also be glad to help if people need to bounce ideas about OCs or plots across just about any fandom.

I have 20 years of experience in play-by-post role playing in the Marvel Comics 616 community, and my favorite parts are character and world building with others.

OC Blog: @karimac

Main OCs:

Kari MacOrish/Karenza (current--face claim Julianne Moore)

Enya Sun, Devnet Casey (to come--face claims Lucy Lawless and Renee O'Connor)

There will be a few more, but they need a bit more work before I even mention them in a post.

Thanks again!

[karimac]

Yup, sharing this...but I may be a tad slow to reply due to work

Open for OCs:

Kari MacOrish

Enya Sun

Devnet Casey

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?