#oc: keegan knight

[ghouljams]

And I Can Only Think of You (Act II End)

Words: 5.3k Tags: Knight!Ghost x Princess!reader, Keegan x f!oc, knight fights, tournament violence, blood, love confessions(sort of), shitty dads, König being a creepy weirdo, major character injury, no beta we die like [redacted] Summary: Your stage has been set, the player take their places, and suddenly decide to improvise.

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The flags are raised first. Tents follow. Then the knights and their squires, then the arena and brown dirt that will so quickly become darkened with blood. You watch the set up from the castle, content to think through your plans as fences are raised and benches are built. Your mind is made up, wheels in motion, and players taking their places. You have every confidence in Ghost. 

Perhaps you should have that same confidence in yourself, but… one step at a time. It’s hard to turn around a lifetime of conditioning. You have to remind yourself of your convictions, remind yourself that you’re worth the same confidence you offer your knight. Yet, too often you find yourself hoping this is a terrible dream that Ghost will wake you up from, and you’ll find yourself back in the forest with him. 

Suddenly bandits and assassins seem so much easier to deal with. “The enemies you know” as the saying goes.

You’ll find your confidence when this is all over, when you have proof of your abilities. Until then you have your embroidery.

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It shouldn’t surprise you that your Ghost is popular. He’s at least a head taller than most of the other knights, standing proudly and directing his subordinates in that lovely deep voice, of course there’d be women that admired him. You don’t know why there needs to be so damn many of them though, especially this early in the morning. Your heart clenches so tightly in your chest you think it might have stopped. You wonder if you’ve made a grave mistake, a mistake of the heart that you don't know how to recover from. Until he spots you and his dark eyes lighten with a flash of warmth that may as well melt you. 

You feel so suddenly like yourself, like that damsel he’s always been so dutiful in his protection of. A princess running from her father’s attempt at a marriage arrangement and leaving her slippers with a stranger. Even with that dark cloth over his mouth you know Ghost’s smile by the crinkle of his eyes. You clutch your token close to your chest, something you should have given to Ghost when he'd been taken off your detail. You’d thought he’d be wearing your colors at least, but the cool flash of his armor holds no green besides the reflection of grass under his feet. You tip your head to look up at him, letting his dark eyes hold your gaze until he reaches to smooth his thumb between your brows. 

“What are you frowning about now?” He asks, the low rumble of his voice warm and teasing. The leather of his glove under the cool steal of his armor only makes you pout more. He’s always touched you so easily, too easily if the rumors around you two are to be believed, but it’s never warmed your skin like this. Your fingers dig into the token you’d fashioned, nearly crushing the embroidery under the weight of your nerves.

“I’m merely anxious for the tournament.” You tell him, and earn a crease of his eyes, an amused hum.

“Have I ever disobeyed an order from you, my lady?” Ghost asks, his fingers slipping from your forehead to trace your jaw.

“Of course not.” You frown. You feel strangely… scolded.

“Then trust me,” He tilts his head, “You told me to win, and I intend to.”

The cold determination in his eyes washes over you like a chill. You’ve seen those eyes too many times, caught the fury in them as his sword splattered blood over his helm. It’s the same look he’s held every time he’s saved you from certain doom, and you want nothing more than to give into it, to let him save you once more. What once held your hopes now feels burdensome in your hand. You wish- 

No, no more wishing. You made a promise to yourself. You're not going to be that scared little princess anymore. You're not going to wait on someone to save you. You're in charge of your own destiny, and if you want something you have to take it for yourself.

“You’re not wearing my crest,” You change the subject, leaning to inspect his cape, or lack thereof. Ghost huffs.

“Never would’ve made it out of the barracks if I ‘ad.” Your father’s doing you’re sure. Anything to keep Ghost separated from you, unburdened by responsibilities to the throne. Despite his new position as captain of the knights he doesn’t wear the royal crest. Disavowed, abandoned by the throne he serves. Ripe for a new king to swoop in and claim him.

“Well,” You nod, reassuring yourself, “it’s a good thing I came around then.” Another satisfied hum from Ghost, approving. It leaves your cheeks burning. You hold up the deep green fabric clutched between your fingers, the long strip embroidered carefully with the curling ivy and white dahlias that make up your personal crest. 

“Just in the nick of time,” Ghost makes no move to take it, “was worried one of the other ladies would tuck theirs in my belt first.” It’s a joke, but it stalls in your brain. His hand drops to his side, fingers tugging at the leather belt looped around his middle. Making room for you to slide the banner in.

“Oh,” You stall, beg yourself not to stutter, without finding a single word to stutter on. You glance around at the other knights, house banners and lovers’ tokens hang off their belts. It makes sense, capes would get in the way of combat, but something simple like a flag on their belt…

You glance up at Ghost, feel his stare like a two ton weight. He’s teasing you, you’re sure. The same dry humor that made you throw sticks at him when you made camp. Horrible jokes. 

You look down at his belt, watch his hand raise out of your view, feel his fingers pluck at the hair peeking out from under your circlet. Your own fingers go to his belt, calling his bluff as you thread your banner over the leather, and tug it into place. He leans to press his lips to the strand he’s pulled free, his shadow makes a chill run up your spine, and you feel the tug at your scalp as you shudder. You try to look busy making the banner lay flat, picking at the forest green until it’s perfectly draped over his belt, your crest on display for all to see.

Your fingers won’t pull away from him. You will them to, but there they stay. 

“Thank you,” Ghost says, his voice a low murmur. You nod. His gloved finger traces over your cheek, tips your head up to meet his eyes. “Where did my confident lady go?” He teases you.

“Waiting for her father.” You mutter.

Ghost hums, his distaste clear in the tone. You fidget with the banner on his belt, enjoy the nervous flutter in your stomach as his fingers stroke your cheek. You don’t know how he does it, how he can be so steadfast. There’s never a moment where he’s wavered, never a time you’ve questioned his devotion to you. Ever since you met him, you’ve known that Ghost was here by his will alone and no one else’s. 

Maybe that was why your father hated him. The one man in the kingdom who held no allegiance to the crown. Who never would have taken his commission if he hadn’t wanted to. Who told the monarchy “no” with as much mirth as he did conviction.

“I have to talk to the priest,” You tell him, hoping mention of your errands will help move you. 

It doesn’t help to move Ghost. His hand stays as it was, the worn leather covering his knuckles skirting over your cheek with painful care. 

“What do I get when I win?” Ghost asks.

When, you remind yourself, not if.

“Hopefully whatever you want,” His eyes crease at the edges, warm honey brown making your heart patter, “so start making a list.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You have to look away from him, your cheeks far too warm to allow for eye contact. It takes his hand from your cheek, gives you the strength to pull your hands from his belt. You can’t hang around him all day. Both of you have roles to play, proverbial swords to swing.

“Good luck my lady.” Ghost mumbles. The heat of his hands following you as you hurry back to your retinue.

Your lady-in-waiting smiles at you, takes her hand off your knight’s arm. You note that her family’s crest decorates his belt with, perhaps, too much interest. You’d noticed them growing closer, but not that close. Your knight covers the banner with his hand, and you force your eyes from it to smile at your maid.

"You have everything prepared?" You ask her. She nods.

"Of course m'lady." She twists to unhook the pouch she'd brought, producing a scroll for you.

You'd been worried after your letter to Ghost, that she might resent you. You've known your lady-in-waiting since you were a child, but knowing who you could trust was difficult when your father's grip on your life only seemed to tighten. Still, she'd been steadfast in her allegiance to you, and almost excited to help you in your scheming. You're sure you've been too clear in your affections for your knight, clear enough to risk her as well, it's nice knowing she's in your corner. Even if you hadn't thought she'd been there.

Maybe she weighed her options. Though you're not sure how you won if she did.

"Who's with my father?" You ask Keegan. He makes a face, his nose scrunching his mask in distaste.

"Graves."

"Perfect." You take the scroll from your lady-in-waiting and turn to find the announcer.

"I'm sure he'd be chuffed to hear that," Keegan tells you with an almost audible eye roll.

You're sure he would be. Just like you're sure Graves is doing his best to shove his entire head up your father's ass with how much he kisses the damn thing. That man has his eyes on knight captain, and you're sure your father has already let him know that the position will be open shortly.

Not if you have anything to do with it.

You spot the bored looking priest that's been assigned to announce the contest. Impartial in that he seems uninterested in all of it. You couldn't think of a better puppet than one who seems so keen on staying out of the actual event. Who better than someone who won't question changes because they simply do not care?

"Priest," You wave him down, dissatisfied with the placid smile he turns your way as you walk towards him.

"Princess," He greets.

"My father asked me to deliver this," You hold the scroll out to him, he nods once, a slow and steady bowing of his head. You detest it. Your fathers name carries God's weight. "König had some changes he wanted made to the prize." You smile. An explanation that's unasked for, short and sweet for a man that cares only enough not to crush the paper in his hand.

"Of course." The priest agrees. Inept, you think. There's no chance the man checks your switch, even less that he checks with your father about it. You won't be sad to see him go when your father decides to behead him after the tournament.

You nod, the priest bows, you part ways. You count yourself lucky that his ineptitude extends to his desire to pray for you.

Your lady-in-waiting sticks close to your side as you make your way to the sheltered seats reserved for your family. Another point of luck that you're sitting beside your mother. You father is too busy with his attempts to impress König to notice you settling in your chair, though you do see König's eyes flick to greet you. Mad dog he may be, at least he keeps track of his surroundings.

Your stomach ties itself into knots as your parents are plied with wine. You decline your own glass, too nervous to entertain even thoughts of alcohol. You may throw up. Your confidence, or lack thereof, in the priest is waning the longer you wait. Maybe he's peaked at your alterations. Maybe he'll send a page to alert your father. Maybe you'll be locked in your room for good to prevent any further scheming before you're sold to the highest bidder.

The priest takes his place, carried by long divinely purposeful strides, in the center of the arena. If nothing else, at least he's loud.

You tune out most of the drivel he spews. Artfully copied word for word by your lady-in-waiting from the real scroll, you really should ask where she learned such forgery, it's all praises for the king, the day, your god on high. Worthless. Less than worthless. At least the paper holds value, the ink, the time taken, but the words themselves? God. Get to the important part.

"The prize-" The priest screeches, "-which shall be allotted in full to the victor alone, announced to the people by their gracious and loving king, heretofore and forever regarded as the divinely appointed ruler of the land, shall be His Majesty's only daughter's hand in-" The priest stalls, stutters, stares at the parchment and finishes weakly, "-in marriage."

There's silence.

Then chaos.

The knights in their pen turn to you with such pinpoint precision you'd think they'd practiced the movement. You keep your eyes on the priest. Of all the eyes on you, you feel your father's the heaviest. He nails you in place, unable to speak a word over the raucous excitement of the crowd. The crown princess, finally to be married, and to a knight- no, the best night in the land, no less. It's like a fairy tale.

If you can survive it.

Your eyes dart to the pen, to the stoic figure of your knight, his eyes fixed on the priest as well. His hand is clenched tight around the hilt of his sword. Even with all the excitement he stands like a statue, his gaze level. If you didn't know him better you might mistake his stillness for calmness. He's thinking, calculating, weighing his odds. You told him to win, he'd already known what he had to do, but this- this changes things. Chaos is harder to account for.

He turns your way, his eyes dark when they lock onto yours. He gives you a short nod, and you feel the weight of it settle in your chest. Ghost turns back to the arena and disappears behind the helm he presses over his head.

You haven't seen it in ages. Burnished steel, the white pattern of a scull pained over the front, and his eyes flashing cold in the shadows. He cuts a fitting picture, your father's nightmare given human form. He has no one to root for now.

You turn your attention back to your family. Your mother hides her shock behind a facade of calm, her eyes fixed on her people with a placid smile. You never had a chance to truly ask her- no matter. Your father hides his contempt well. Practiced at it, you suppose. König has his cheek resting against his hand, his lips curled over his teeth in an approximation of a smile. You've seen monkeys in caravans make that expression, baring their teeth the way their human handler has taught them. Some part of you feels glad to have earned some semblance of his approval, as detestable a man as he may be. At least someone is having fun.

You wonder what human taught him to approximate a smile. You can't imagine his kingdom has many saints, but his handler must be one of them.

You'll try to enjoy yourself as well. After all, you're soon to be betrothed to your knight. You can't think of a better man to hand your future to. Ghost has never let you down, and you can't see him starting now.

That's how the first match goes.

Your knight swings his sword with such practiced precision that it sends his opponent's flying from his grip barely moments into the fight.

Not to be outdone the rival knight lunges for him, and you taste bitterness on your tongue when Ghost brings his sword down hard on his rival's helm. The poor fool is crushed, sent sprawling flat on the ground with the imprint of Ghost's hilt decorating the back of his helm. The cheers are as violent as the match-up as Ghost raises his fist to the crowd, his sword hung lazy at his side. You can almost feel the smug air radiating off of him. Similarly, you can feel your father's ire poisoning the air around you.

You care little for the other matches. Tournaments are only fun when you have someone to root for after all, and when it's your life hanging in the balance you find yourself looking away from the lecherous gazes of the other challenging knights. You can't find it in yourself to feign an interest in their matches.

If your mother is to believed you shouldn't have to.

Rumors of your attachment to Ghost are the very reason he was taken away from you. You're sure the other knights know all too well who you're rooting for. If it weren't clear from the banner on his belt, surely they'd know it from the gossip that floods the castle. It's only their own greed and lust for your crown that gives them any hope at all for taking your hand at the end of the day.

One thing is for sure. You've never seen a tournament so bloody.

The knights fight like rabid dogs. If they cannot disarm their opponent they will attempt to kill him, searching for the breaks in their armor and beating their sword into the bends. Men beat each other with their fists, they batter each other with maces, they claw for every scrape they can achieve until the priest yells for them to stop.

You watch Keegan dodge a particularly deadly blow from a larger knight, his eyes wild with bloodlust. It makes your skin crawl to think such a man might ever force his way into your bed. Your only saving grace is watching your knight swing his sword, twisting with the grace of a dancer to hold his blade against his opponent's throat.

You suppose it's good that Keegan has no dreams of the monarchy, content as he is to pull your lady-in-waiting's banner from his belt and press it to his helm. He could give your Ghost a run for his money.

One of the servants offers you lunch partway through. You bundle bread and sweet meat into your handkerchief, and pass it off to your lady-in-waiting to take to Ghost. You're sure he's resigned himself to hunger, and you'd rather he keep himself in fighting shape.

You smile when you catch your father's eye.

There is something pleasant about going against the man. Not pleasant enough to go so far as killing him, despite König's suggestion, but satisfying nonetheless. Your father has always seemed larger than life, untouchable in his judgement, but now you see him as exactly what he always has been: a man in a fancy hat. A man without half the strength that your Ghost has. A man that could crumble under the weight of a sword.

Your father has strength in his eyes, but straight backs can be broken as easily as hunched ones.

You hear the sickening crunch of yielding bones and catch the way Graves jerks and twists at his opponent's arm under the hollering jeers of onlookers. The man screams out in pain, and your father's knight releases him. Only to plant his foot against the knight's chest and kick him to the ground.

The priest calls the match, and Graves moseys to fetch his sword from where he threw it. He wears your father's --the monarchy's-- crest on his belt.

You look at your father, his smile proud beside your mother's wide eyed horror. He turns to look at you.

“A late entry,” the king tells you, “but quite impressive, don't you think?”

You don't think. Not on your life would you think your father's pick impressive. Not with the way he saunters towards your stand and leans against the banners. His blue eyes now black, swallowed by his pupils, look you up and down like a hog for slaughter.

“Y'know princess,” he smiles, “I always thought you were a pretty thing. Guess now I'll finally get to see you without the big guy staring me down.”

You shouldn't entertain that with a response. You keep your eyes firmly on the priest as he announces, silently, the next match. Your hearing rolls with the crashing of waves, the thrum of your blood circulating and rushing against your brain, trying to find purchase for some new brilliant plan. Trying to find reason against your faith in Ghost. You find nothing but your own affection.

“You will lose.” You assure Graves. He hums, his smile unwavering. Unnerving. He pushes away from the banner covered fence and pats the knight coming into the area on the shoulder. 

You won't let him or your father's bastard-airs dissuade you. Ghost has fought twenty men and come out unscathed. He's rescued you from far worse than Graves could throw at him. Besides, the only good Graves has done in his life is give you someone to root against in the tournament.

And root against him you do. When you aren't cheering for your Ghost(and Keegan, bless him) you're cheering on whatever poor soul is stuck facing your father's pick.

With each rung the knights climb towards your hand the matches grow bloodier. Men seem less afraid to go against the rules of combat, more willing to darken the dirt with their opponent's blood. You watch Keegan take a nasty blow to the face before managing to disarm his opponent. When he flips the visor of his helm up you're treated to crimson staining his brow, flooding his eye such that he has to call for a cloth to clear it. Your Ghost too, seems to grow harsher, his goal --your goal-- closer with each victory he achieves.

He batters one opponent with his sword still sheathed, beating the other knight into submission with a singular focus that you so rarely see. Still, he seems to be the only one to avoid spilling unnecessary blood on the field. Your sword raised carefully against your subjects, rot excised with surgical precision.

Graves holds none of the same delicacy.

Yet he turns to be sure you're watching with each man he injures. His hand raised to you --to your father more accurately-- as if to more openly show off his ruthlessness. Even the mutt king seems impressed with him.

"Scheiße," König hums, his smile still biting into his fingers, "What is it you English call it?" He asks your father, "Cutting the same clothes?"

"Yes I was rather brash at that age too," Your father agrees, so smug, the bastard.

"Oh no," König's smile, now at least, seems to fill with joy, perhaps he can only do that when faced with someone else's misery, "It is my clothes he cuts from."

It's the first you've seen your father hesitate. His eyes draw to Graves' grin, his helmet tossed and his cheek wearing the blood of his victory. It drags a path over his teeth, and you know you'll see the pink tinge of his spit in your nightmares. It's as if this is the first he's seen his personal guard without the blinders of stopping your betrayal.

And what can your father say? That he hopes Graves isn't? That König is the last kind of king he'd ever want to hand his kingdom over to?

He glances at you.

That he'd want to hand you over to?

He is still your father after all. It's the first time in years you've seen the same concern he held for you as a little girl. The first time you think he's looked at you as something other than a tool for his own political gains. You wonder if he's wondering: Can he really hand his daughter over to a man like König?

To a late entry?

You look away from him, and to the man your father had so cruelly put forth to win you. Not because he thought you were a particularly good match. Not because he had a particular fondness for Graves. But because he hated Ghost. You wonder if his own petty resentment is good enough reason to hand you to a man with blood in his teeth.

All the more reason to cheer for your own men.

You pay little attention to the rest of the matches. You gossip with your lady-in-waiting and do your best to ignore the rest of the world. You only know when Keegan has taken the field again when your friend stops talking. She looks so worried you'd think he was facing the devil himself. Serves you right for ignoring the matches, you suppose. You must have missed the dark lord's summoning.

Turning to the field you do see the problem. He's up against Ghost. If this were any other tournament you might feel bad rooting against the poor fellow, but as it stands you can't find it in yourself to hope Keegan wins. You have neither the desire to marry him, nor the desire to take him from your friend.

It's probably best that he puts up a lackluster fight. His grip is loose when Ghost's sword swings, and much like the knight in the first round Keegan's sword goes flying.

The two men stand facing each other before Keegan lets out a long breath.

"Oh no!" He yells, "Not my sword! God not my sword!" He makes an exaggerated showing of shrugging, "Oh well, I suppose the match is yours."

You snort. It's good that he has his knighthood to fall back on, he certainly has no future in acting if that performance is to be believed. Still, your lady-in-waiting cheers loudly for him as he exits the field. You cheer as well, falling into your friend's laughter even through the nerves that grip your stomach.

You look at the tournament board and watch your crest move to the final round. The tree finally reaching its inevitable conclusion. Ghost is going to win just like you told him to.

Your eyes flick to the other side and land on the royal seal just as Graves is announced in his own semi-final round.

You know in your heart that he'll win with the same understanding that you know fire will burn you and the sea will swallow you whole if you let it. It is a fact that cruelty like his rarely goes punished.

You stand from your seat, you can't watch this match. No matter how short it may be, you can't watch. You can't see that man win again.

You go to find Ghost.

There's a page fussing over him when you make your way to the knight's rest area. You don't recognize them, but you don't spend much time at the training grounds. Ghost spots you immediately and waves off the boy to greet you.

"Go back to your seat," He advises, though there's no push behind his words.

"I wanted to congratulate you." You grin and see his shoulders lower slightly, softening beneath the armor.

"Thank me after, my lady," You can hear the smile in his voice even behind that horrible helm, "I'm only following orders."

"You're following them beautifully." You reach to fix the drape of your banner on his belt, and see him tilt his head in your periphery. His hand raises and he brushes the steel knuckle of his glove against your cheek. Soft despite the cold, unyielding material.

"The other knights think you've fixed the tournament." He mumbles.

"I have," You tip your head back to look at him, trying to find the warm copper of his eyes through the slits in his helm, "I put you in it."

The huff of breath Ghost lets out is as close to laughter as you'll get from him, but it warms you all the same. He turns his head away from you, surveying the field of defeated knights. All men he'll be commanding as king soon, men who must envy and revere him in equal measure. You're sure how it must look to them, but perhaps it's better they think they lost due to some predestination rather than their own inability.

"You should head back," He turns back to you, "No need to hear what your father's man has been saying about you."

Your stomach churns, "What's he saying?"

"Nothing he won't pay for." Again you can hear Ghost's smile, and it settles your nerves. You nod, gathering your strength around you.

"Then I'll be waiting for you," You assure him.

"You'll never have to wait again when this is over."

You push up onto your toes, and press your forehead against his. The bend of his back must be painful under the layers of steel, but you're sure he'd agree it's worth it for a small parting comfort before you turn to hurry to your seat.

You're only too happy to see the field bare when you make it back. Your lady-in-waiting is beaming in a way that makes you think perhaps she paid her own knight a visit.

Your father's crest has been moved to face your own. An inevitability, but one that you find your confidence bolstered on. You have Ghost's assurance, what else could matter?

König leans forward in his seat, his eyes sparking with excitement next to your father. There's a tightness on your father's lips, nerves in his eyes. You've never known him as a man who shows fear, but perhaps that's just because he's never been on the losing side. You're sure to cheer particularly loud when Ghost takes the field once again. Your father doesn't even stand for Graves.

The priest gives his spiel, the knights bow before the king, and you stand to smile at the crowd when the prize is reaffirmed. Your hand in marriage, and the whole kingdom as a result. You're not surprised when the priest nearly runs from the area, not when both knights draw their sword as soon as they raise their heads.

You can't say who swings first, only that the clash of their swords is deafening. Both knights hold the other back before Ghost squares his shoulders and swings again.

Graves deflects.

Ghost swings.

Graves deflects. Swings.

Ghost deflects.

They trade blows that make your ears ring. Their swords swung with such force you can almost see the flex of muscle under their armor. You can see why your father has kept Graves close, he's a talented swordsman, but he isn't Ghost. Graves is fast, following the momentum of his swings. It's flashy compared to Ghost's technical perfection, hollow with wasted movement.

Ghost takes a step back and you watch him switch his grip. In all the years you've known him you've never seen him change hands, but when he twirls the blade you see an ease of movement that seems supernatural. It's enough of a display to make Graves lunge forward.

You remember Ghost telling you once that the only true rule of combat is to win at all costs. That chivalry is for those that can afford a loss. There's no weakness in the way Ghost moves, and you have no doubt in his ability to win.

He side steps Graves' attack, his sword raised to bring the hilt down hard on Graves' shoulder, and stops as his armor's straps pull tight

and snap.

You watch with the rest of the helpless audience as Graves flips his grip and plunges his blade deep into Ghost's side. Slicing the metal clean through through the back of him dark with the sheen of blood spattering onto the dirt like a waterfall.

It's not the cling of swords the rings in your ears as you leap to your feet, but your own shrieking. It follows Ghost to the ground as he settles hard onto one knee. The shouting of the crowd is a deafening cacophony of "Blood! Blood! Blood!"

And your world crumbles into a single point as Ghost's helm tips to stare up at your father's victory.

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Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

~

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[lolahaurisfw]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

Anon's: None Yet

Other Accounts: @lolas-favfics @lolamultifandom @lolahauri @chowderpop 🔞

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DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

What I Won't Write:

Smut. (Go to my other blog)

What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

~

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[manyfandomocs]

Big Time Rush OC Introductions

I was a ginormous fan of Big Time Rush when I was young so, I see people I follow making BTR ocs and I have no choice but to agree so after some struggles here we have (there will end up being others I'm sooooo sure of it I already have another fc in mind)

Montgomery Queen (Jeremy Shada FC), Carlos Garcia ship. Goes by Monty, he is the bassist and backup vocalist in his own band that he has been in since he was 14. As the youngest member of his band, he's the only one that lives at the Palm Woods, though he meets the boys late because he was on tour when they first moved in. He gets involved in the boys' shenanigans pretty quickly.

Serenity Meyer (Virginia Gardner FC), James Diamond ship. A former religious cult choir singer that, following her excommunication, has made her way to Los Angeles to be a singer. She's very new at most teenager things, and luckily Jo lets her live with her at the Palm Woods when she hears about her story, but the boys are very happy to help her figure out how to be a teen.

Juniper Poole (Olivia Rose Keegan FC), Kendall Knight ship. A child Broadway star, Juniper has always lived in New York City and that's where she was intending on always living. But then she gets cast in a movie, and her father/manager doesn't want to pass up the opportunity, so while she's filming and doing promo, she gets to stay at the Palm Woods. Which leads to her meeting the boys of Big Time Rush.

Vera Hewitt (Courtney Eaton FC), Logan Mitchell ship. Vera's one of the most well known young figure skaters around, bronze medalist two years in a row at the Olympics, gold at the Grand Prix more than she can count, there was not a name in sports that wasn't as known. Then she gets hurt. A bad fall leads to an early end and needing money for her family, cue sponsorship commercials and guest tv spots and moving to Los Angeles, where she met some hockey playing boys that may help her get back on the ice.

Gideon Gardner (Cameron Gellman FC), Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, and Logan Mitchell ship. Being from Minnesota, Gideon had grown up with the boys, playing hockey with them and having a good time when they hung out after games. Then, they got the opportunity of a lifetime and left. So Gideon was on his own, until his little sister got cast in some pre-teen show and they were moving to Los Angeles, coincidentally, to the Palm Woods, where he got to see the boys again and realize he's missed them much more than a normal friend would.

Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene because BTR!!

[rhaecerys-velaryo]

Knight!Keegan x Princess!OC

Knight! Keegan P. Russ x Princess!OC Summary: Ser Keegan is the sworn guard and protector of the Princess. He grew up with her and he was her confidante. One day, he hears of the proposal made between the Princess and a neighboring prince and just needs to tell her how he feels. This is my first one-shot and I am simply trying with an OC first before doing reader inserts or you/reader one-shots. ------------------------------------------------------------------ They had known each other all their lives, Rhaecerys and Keegan, inseparable companions from childhood. Born into neighboring kingdoms, their families had fostered a close bond that transcended mere diplomacy. Keegan, with his steadfast loyalty and gentle demeanor, had always been Rhaecerys's closest confidant, her pillar of support through the trials of royal upbringing.

But as they grew older, the weight of their royal destinies loomed larger. One day, amidst the intricate tapestry of political alliances and ambitions, Rhaecerys was informed she would marry royalty from another kingdom, a union forged to strengthen diplomatic ties.

Eager to see who she would be betrothed to, Rhaecerys reluctantly agreed, concealing her inner turmoil beneath a veneer of regal composure. However, Keegan's reaction was starkly different. He could not conceal his disapproval and stormed out of the Royal Palace, his usually calm demeanor shattered by the news.

That night, under the cover of darkness, Keegan sneaked into Rhaecerys's castle. He knocked urgently on her door, his voice pleading and desperate. "Your Highness... Rhaecerys Velaro. It's me. Please, listen. I beg of you, I can love you better than he ever could. Don't leave me," Keegan implored, his words fraught with emotion.

"Don't go."

Rhaecerys's heart thudded in her chest as she opened the door. Her eyes widened as she saw Keegan standing before her, his usually composed demeanor now stripped away, replaced by raw vulnerability. He pleaded with her not to marry another, to stay with him. She couldn't believe what he was saying, and for a moment, she stood frozen, unable to speak.

Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Keegan, what are you saying? This is madness."

Keegan's eyes reflected the turmoil within him. "Madness, yes. But it's true," he stepped closer, his body language revealing the depth of his emotion. "I don't want you to marry another, Rhae, not when I... I... I love you."

The admission hung in the air, starkly honest and filled with vulnerability.

As Keegan stepped closer, Rhaecerys's breath caught in her throat. She could see the raw, honest emotion in his eyes, and she knew he meant every word he was saying.

She took a step back, feeling overwhelmed by his confession. "Keegan, you can't... I'm royalty. I have responsibilities."

But even as she spoke, she couldn't ignore the flutter in her chest at his words. The realization that he loved her sent a wave of shock and warmth through her body.

Keegan closed the distance she put between them, the intensity in his eyes unwavering. "Responsibilities be damned, Rhae. I don't care about titles or duties. I care about you, and your happiness. And being married to some stranger isn't going to make you happy. But being with me..."

His voice trailed off, his hand reaching out to touch her face.

Keegan studied the conflict in Rhaecerys's eyes, his hand gently cupping her cheek. Their faces were only inches apart.

"I know you're torn," he said in a low voice, "Duty versus desire. I get it. But please, think about what you really want. Not what's expected of you. Not what you think you should do. But what your heart truly desires."

His thumb traced a gentle path over her cheek, the touch both comforting and electrifying.

Rhaecerys's breath hitched at the touch of Keegan's thumb against her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, struggling to find her voice.

"I can't just... ignore my responsibilities, Keegan," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I have a duty to my kingdom, to my family. I can't just throw everything away for... whatever this is."

But even as she spoke, she knew her words weren't entirely true. Deep down, she yearned for Keegan, for his touch, for his love.

Keegan's eyes were steady on hers, his own feelings burning in them. "I know it's not black and white," he said in that deep, low voice, his fingers moving to brush a strand of hair from her face, "But that's exactly why you're doubting. Your heart is at war with your head."

He took another step closer, his body almost flush against hers. His warm breath ghosted over her face. "Trust your heart, Rhae. Just this once. Please."

Rhaecerys's eyes fluttered shut again as Keegan's breath washed over her skin. His closeness was intoxicating, making her head spin. But his words struck a chord deep within her, and she couldn't deny the truth in them.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "And if I do trust my heart... what then?"

Keegan's breath caught in his throat for a moment, and he had to swallow hard before speaking. When he did, his voice was gruff, intense.

"Then..." he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, "Then you'll stay with me."

He stepped even closer, leaving almost no space between their bodies. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him. "You'll be mine, and I'll be yours."

As Keegan pulled her against him, Rhaecerys let out a gasp, her body melting into his. The feel of his strong arms around her and the scent of him so close sent a shiver down her spine.

"Keegan..." she breathed, her hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Are you... sure you want me?"

Keegan could feel the quickening of her heartbeat as her hand touched his chest, and he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent and her closeness.

"More sure than I've ever been about anything in my life," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been in love with you for longer than I can remember. You're the only one I've ever wanted."

His arms tightened around her, holding her close against him. "The question is, do you want me?"

Keegan's grip on her tightened slightly as he heard the vulnerability in her voice, sensing the fear that lay beneath her words. He lifted his hand to gently cup her face, his thumb tracing a soothing pattern across her skin.

"Scared of what?" he asked, his voice gentle but unwavering. "Scared of what your family will think? Or scared of what you're feeling?"

"Both," Rhaecerys admitted quietly, her eyes meeting his. "I fear how they will react if I abandon my duty. And... I fear what this could mean for us."

She took a deep breath, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. "I'm afraid to let myself go, to give in to these feelings between us, because... I'm terrified to lose you."

Keegan's expression softened further as he listened to her, his gaze never leaving hers. He understood her fear, her hesitation, and her concerns. He had them too.

"I can't promise it will be easy, Rhae," he said in a low voice. "We'll have to face your family, your responsibilities, and the world. But…"

He shifted, his other hand coming up to rest on her hip as he pulled her even closer, his face inches from hers. "But I can promise I won't ever leave you. No matter what happens."

Rhaecerys's breath hitched at the intensity in Keegan's eyes as he pulled her even closer, their faces so close their noses were nearly touching. Her heart thudded in her chest, the heat from his body and his words sending a shiver down her spine.

"I... I believe you," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. "But are you sure you want to put up with the chaos that comes with being with me? The scrutiny, the judgment, the pressure...?"

Keegan chuckled softly, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew well what he was getting himself into.

"Darling," he said, the word a gentle caress against her skin, "Compared to battlefields swarming with enemies and impossible missions with little chance of survival, dealing with scrutiny, judgment, and pressure is a walk in the park."

His hand on her hip moved to brush a strand of hair from her face. "And being with you is worth every bit of it."

[findroleplay]

(21 she/they pronouns/ 18+) hii <3 i am yearning for some new plots!!! i primarily write fxf but i'm also looking for a few mxf and mxm ships. i readily welcome portrayals of character's with complex gender identities! i love writing darker themes and exploring complex characters. i generally write fandomless and in the high fantasy or low fantasy genre. i love plots inspired by greek mythology, the ghibli universe, game of thrones/house of the dragon, dnd, interview with a vampire, black sails and the witcher to name a few! for modern settings i always enjoy magical realism and supernatural elements. i'm not too fussed about faceclaims, it can take me awhile to find a face that fits the character and when i do it's generally a model or actor but i'm not opposed at all to using art for fcs — just let me know your preference! please be advanced literate and ready to exchange paragraphs as well as headcanoning! i love hcs that turn into rapid fire with dialogue. i write on discord!

a few prompts i'm looking to fulfil:

— a pairing with an oc inspired by barry keegan's character in the green knight. he's soooo skrunkly. i just want to write a silly peasant that robs the bodies after a battle and always has dirt on his nose. a skrunkly little thief. give me someone to match his freak!!! preferably mxf

— i am absolutely dying to write a wlw handmaiden x lady plot. i would prefer to play the handmaiden. maybe one is a vampire? or a sorceress?

— an artist and their muse. maybe a dressmaker and her favourite client. a painter and their subject. preferably wlw! low fantasy, magical realism. think howl's moving castle!

if you have any prompts you think i'd like, please share. leave a like and i'll message you!

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[inlovewithaspiderguy]

soooo who wants to hear about me writing a very gay oc for Gotham knights (and ofc she’s in love with duela)

yeah okay it’s my text post not an open question

I wrote the basis of the character between 10pm and 2am so it’s neither perfect nor original. but i kinda like how it turned out:

My OC is called Camilla Jay Talbot (yes I watched both supernatural and downton abbey). She’s one of the knights obviously, 17, and a thief who’s the Row siblings’ best friend. Fun fucking fact, her middle name was originally rose because it was 2 in the morning and I thought the idea was good and not done before. Then I watched another GK episode and realized that Duela’s actress is Olivia Rose Keegan. So I had to change it quickly.

I already got a backstory for her but I didn’t get time to put it in a chapter yet. Basically she and the Rows are childhood best friends, and she lived with her parents until the age of 16. They… didn’t really love her (told you about the originality) but made her study very hard because they valu academic success above all else. She was gonna transfer to Gotham Acadmey for senior year.

But she’s a thief as I said, and she got caught stealing from a jewelry store and was sent to prison/juvie for three months. When she got back Gotham Acadmey said they would never take her and her parents kicked her out. She’s been living in homeless people shelters ever since, and recently reunited with the Rows when they left their father.

I have another thing I could add to her backstory but I’m not sure if I’ll do it because it’s very dark and I’m not sure I could write it well: in her first days on the streets she was recognized by a former teacher of hers who took her in, and she lived with him for a while, but her turned out very creepy and tried to take advantage of her, and she killed him but no one ever suspected it was anything other than an accident. I already hinted at it on the first chapter: when she’s interrogated Ford asks her “you never killed anyone?” and she replies “I didn’t kill Bruce Wayne” so there’s that.

For her appearance, I browse through a lot of picrews to try and see what felt best but I decided to stick to my personal favorite, poikon maker :

Her hair is colored because in chapter 2 she dyed it lighter so she doesn’t look like her mugshot (just like Harper died her pink strand blue).

Her clothes in this pic felt like what she would normally wear and I’ll update as I write the chapters.

Also I decided that all my chapter titles would be the songs on So Much (For) Stardust because i love this album and I feel like she would too.

[raging-violets]

The Christmas ship meme for Kiley + their kids?

Keegan and Roxy will be about...4 in this aspect, since that’s the age that kids start to really ‘get’ Christmas.

who starts putting up decorations in october? Kendall, probably. He’s all for snow and the snowy decorations and everything that goes along with it. It’s fine with him if it kinda/sorta bypasses his birthday so that they can get to the ‘real’ holiday.

who buys the advent calendars? Kendall. He uses it as a bribing tool to get Keegan and Roxy to behave and teach them patience. Riley doesn’t care and will just root around until she finds the candy she wants to eat. She doesn’t have much patience when candy is involved.

who places mistletoes all around the house? Riley, but she’s very sneaky with it. Keegan and Roxy always cover their eyes, roll their eyes, and gag when they see their parents kidd, but Riley is very good at strateigically placing mistletoe around to the point that it’s a game for her. .To see where she can surprise Kendall the most with it and laugh when her kids are disgusted. The best time she did it was when she managed to attach it to a ceiling light so that it fell out when Kendall pulled the string to turn it on.

who wraps the presents for other people? Riley is VERY good at wrapping gifts...to the point that she often always knows what she got because she has to wrap the kids’ gifts, and Kendall’s as well. Except for the one or two he manages to surprise hr with.

who puts the final star/angel on the top of the christmas tree? Keegan and Roxy fight over it. However, Riley came up with whomever won the shared Christmas Cracker (after they opened their own) could put the star on the tree. .So far, Keegan has won ore often.

who’s the one that hates eggnog? Kendall is the only one who likes it. Riley, Keegan, and Roxy make identical faces when they get even a slight taste of it.

who’s the one that bakes christmas cookies for guests? This is a family affair. Kendall and Riley will make cookies together (and start bickering at some point as Riley takes cooking and baking seriously, almost personally, while Kendall has fun with it) and help Keegan and Roxy make their, very messy, cookies.

who sends out the christmas cards? Riley. She loves taking pictures. She and her siblings love taking pictures. They’re like trained seals when a camera comes up and they immediately move into ‘formation’. But she added that into her own family traditions, though she’s very aware that kids don’t want to sit still long enough so she’ll focus more on pictures of her and Kendall unless Keegan and Roxy voice that they want to be in the pictures, too.

who knows all the words to twelve days of christmas? Uhh…who doesn’t know the words to the twelve days of christmas? (Kendall doesn’t like that Riley taught Keegan and Roxy an alternate version to it. lol)

who’s the better snowman builder? Kendall. Riley hates the cold. She’ll go out but pout the entire time while watching Kendall chase their kids around and play with them. .Eventually they’ll get her in on the playing, but it’s not her thing.

who starts snowball fights? Kendall. He’s lethal with it and doesn’t even let up for Keegan and Roxy until they’re either begging for mercy or crying to Riley, who will then scold Kendall who defends his competitive nature. (Mostly until she forces his head into the snow).

who’s the one that wakes the other on christmas morning by playing christmas songs really loudly? Kendall. Riley loves Christmas.  Loves Christmas music. But is a little salty that most Christmas songs have to do with snow where all her Christmases were in Australia’s summer and on the beach. Plus, he gets back at her teaching Keegan and Roxy another version of 12 days of Christmas by having them sing along just as loudly to the songs to wake her up.

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📓 *Smacks table* your ideas, share 'em.

Wide eye shaking intensifies 👀

Uhh...uhh *nervous paper shuffling*

They're embarrassing, but I do have one I've been day dreaming about! I can't include my Ghost fic because I do have a solid start on that, lol.

So! The one that's been really slapping me in the face is a dragon au. Yes, you heard me. A dragon au.

So I don't have a solid plot right now, or plan, but the jist is that Logan is raised by his sweet little grandmother, who's supposed to be around 97 years old and still going strong. She can still lift things, she's agile and has great strength. Anyhoot, Logan is secretly a bastard to the King, the half brother to Prince David, but no one knows Logan is, not even Elias. Only Logan's grandmother and one or two others know, and they keep Logan relatively safe from any potential threats.

Dragons "aren't real" yet his grandmother is always telling him stories of his people and how he comes from an ancient and royal bloodline. He doesn't believe her, and even if he did, his royal heritage would hold no power as his entire family and kingdom from 300+ years ago were wiped out by a massive black dragon (supposedly) with dazzling blue eyes.

Logan is skeptical, but his grandmother still tells him stories. To support them financially where they live in a small house on the outskirts of their little town, he helps on a farm, and even takes care of an older blind gentlemen, named Rorke. He often tells Logan stories as well when he cooks and helps clean. Rorke will sometimes hold Logan's face and stare at him, Logan swears Rorke can see him, even if he is blind.

Now, he's also trained by two local ex knights who left their order to pursue more serious threats rather than political agendas of their kings. Even though Logan doesn't believe in the dragon myth, he allows Merrick and Kick to train him in the art of using large bows and weapons with special made black arrows with obsidian tips. They can be dipped in oil and launched via large bows to take down dragons. (Once more, supposedly. Logan is that one character that refuses to believe in fantastical things even when their whole world has gone to chaos). This is actually supported by King Elias, who does believe dragons still exist and pose a serious threat to his people. There are others who train with Logan, but Merrick and Kick (who is usually dressed in all black and has a mask covering his face from his nose down) focus on Logan and what he can do. They're all well built, with strong arms for pulling large bow strings and even stronger legs to keep them in position.

One of the stories his grandmother tells him is of this ancient prince and his family. The Russ bloodline. It is believed they had the power to harness and control dragons, and that is how they fought and won their battles. They would give their enemies a chance to surrender, and then would call upon their dragons to wipe them all out when they didn't. King Perseus Russ, his wife Queen Evette Russ, and their two sons prince Keegan and prince Daniel are seen on a tapestry Logan's grandmother keeps in a chest in her room. None of them are smiling and Keegan looks just like his father. Same blue eyes and black hair. Daniel looks like his mother, with black hair and deep violet eyes. (I've actually made Daniel an OC of sorts. Not much is known about him, but Keegan is said to have had a little brother named Daniel)

Logan's grandmother relentlessly tells stories of the oldest prince as if she knew him personally, often times dragging Logan from his work as if trying to warn him.

After Logan looks at the tapestry, the long dead Prince's gorgeous blue eyes seem to constantly lure him in, and at one point he steals a drawn picture he finds with his grandmother's things. These eyes and his past haunt him until he can't ignore it any longer and some serious shit happens.

Ye, it's not great, it's not even good, BUTT, I have plans and am still working out the details. That's just one of many though, lol. My brain never stops 😭 send help LOL

(what's even better about this fic is that Keegan isn't necessarily a good guy, lol. He does some bad stuffs)

This is actually also in the works! I did start working on it today, or the other day? Idk, I did start writing it though! (Even though I have like a million other WIPs I need to finish.) Thank you for the ask @tokillamockingbird427 !!!

I just looked at yours again and realized I put way too much info but I'm keeping it because screw it. My head is too full of thoughts, lol. I guess I could've just said "dragon au" and left it at that, lol.

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OCs I’m Feeling RN

I’ll save you all a preamble lmao — as always, feel free to ask about other ocs too but these are my current muses

Aurora Anderson — Glee (x Sebastian Smythe) — main muse rn

Cassia Potter — Harry Potter (x Dimitri Aleksander Volkov)

Nikki Rogers — MCU (x Peter Parker) — main muse rn

Wendy Parker — MCU

Amethyst Andrews — Riverdale (x Sweet Pea)

Delaney Carlyle — Riverdale (x Archie Andrews & Jughead Jones)

Stevie Cooper — Riverdale (x Keegan Rhodes)

Sophie Dugray — Gilmore Girls (x Logan Huntzberger & Rory Gilmore)

Stacey Byers — Stranger Things (x Robin Buckley)

Sidney Hopper — Stranger Things (x Steve Harrington)

Iris Bennett-Gilbert — Legacies (x Hope Mikaelson & Lizzie Saltzman)

Elena Saltzman — Legacies (x Hope Mikaelson)

Roxy Ryan — Ocean’s 11

Jo Clarke — Outer Banks (x JJ Maybank & John B Routledge)

Cody Maybank — Outer Banks (x Pope Heyward)

Chloe Grace Routledge — Outer Banks (x JJ Maybank)

Rachel Eliot — The Society (past x Grizz; x Becca endgame) — main muse rn

Willow Dell — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano)

Brady Mariano — Gilmore Girls

Kirsty Gilmore [ Piece By Piece ] — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano) — main muse rn

Kirsty Gilmore [ My Way ] — Gilmore Girls (x Tristan Dugray & Logan Huntzberger) — main muse rn

Ivy Knight — Arrow (x Oliver Queen) — main muse rn

Also very much my gallagher girls & the society & marvel ocs, and, of course, any other ocs are welcome!!  These are just the ones I’ve been feeling the vibe for lately!

And of course yall know crossovers are welcome too!!  

*as always, I’m happy to answer anything from my ask game & prompts tags, but any other questions are more than welcome too!!  

**romantic relationships are obviously welcome but I’m happy to talk about any dynamics!

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Big Time Rush OC Masterlist

Name: Gideon Gardner

Fic: Live It Big Time

Love Interest: Poly Big Time Rush

FC: Cameron Gellman

Name: Juniper Poole

Fic: Cause You Have My Heart

Love Interest: Kendall Knight

FC: Olivia Rose Keegan

Name: Montgomery "Monty" Queen

Fic: Music Sounds Better With You

Love Interest: Carlos Garcia

FC: Jeremy Shada

Name: Serenity Meyer

Fic: City Is Ours

Love Interest: James Diamond

FC: Virginia Gardner

Name: Vera Hewitt

Fic: Like Nobody's Around

Love Interest: Logan Mitchell

FC: Courtney Eaton

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Wake Up Call // Big Time Rush // Kendall x Riley

@dancerdramatic14 sent me this video saying it was an older Kendall with his and Riley’s daughter Roxy and I HAD to write something. So, this is one of the fluffiest things I think I’ve ever written. (At least recently, lol).

Fandom: Big Time Rush

Pairing: Kiley (Kendall x Riley)

Genre: Family, Fluff

Rating: E for Everyone

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It wasn’t different to wake up with the Knight household filled with music. With two musicians who’s lives revolved around music it was inevitable to her a few notes in the shower, singing under their breath, getting the day going while making breakfast, or singing their children to sleep.

So it was a normal morning when Riley slowly woke up to the sound of her husband singing along to the water-proof speaker they had placed in their bathroom.

Spent 24 hours I need more hours with you You spent the weekend Getting even, ooh ooh

A smile came to her lips, closing her eyes to listen to her husband’s crooning. Despite Big Time Rush ending and the boys going their separate ways years back, Kendall kept his love for music alive. He continued to sing around the house and made time to practice in their music room. Not even a rough game of hockey would have him miss it, though they both worried his joining the NHL would uproot their lives in far more devastating ways.

Riley felt a squirming against her chest and looked down to see her son, Keegan’s eyes flutter, a grumpy expression on his face as he lay against her. His lips poke out into a pout, long black lashes fluttering before his eyes opened, eyebrows coming together, nose crinkling. Obviously he wasn’t enjoying being woken up as she was. Riley reached out and gently stroked his blonde hair back from his forehead, taking in his warmth, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

That was the part of mornings she loved the most, where she didn’t have to get up yet and could just cuddle with her children. Watched as they slept, wondered what it was they would grow into be. Wondered how to stop time to keep them in their childhood as long as possible, a wish she’d made once her own had been ripped away.

“Mummy,” Keegan whined, reaching toward her neck.

“Okay, okay.” Riley pulled back the covers and swung her legs to the floor. She grasped Keegan and lifted him up, allowing him to wrap his arms and legs around her, burying his tiny face into her neck. She turned, eyebrows rising when not seeing her daughter in the empty spot Kendall had previously occupied, mop of blonde hair habitually fanning over the pillows. A nightmare to detangle. “Let’s go see where Sissy is.”

Keegan lifted his head to glance at the bed, then lowered it back to his shoulder, clearly unbothered that he couldn’t find his twin sister. Riley walked to the bathroom and pushed open the door. She opened her mouth to ask Kendall where Roxy was then stopped, a wide grin coming to her face, warmth filling her heart.

Roxy sat on the bathroom counter, wrapped in a towel so big that only her little face poked out from a hole. Kendall, towel draped around his waist, roughed the cotton over her hair, making her giggle with each pass, bright blue-green eyes shining up at her father, dimples carved into her cheeks.

He continued to sing all the while Roxy swayed back and forth to the beat of the song. He picked up his daughter, draping her against his hip. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before turning to their mirrored reflections. Roxy snuggled against her father, nuzzling her cheek against his. He bounced and rocked back and forth to the music.

We spent the late nights Making things right, between us But now it's all good baby Roll that Backwood baby And play me close

Roxy giggled, her tiny feet kicking back and forth along with his movements. Her tiny lips moved back and forth, mouthing--at least trying to--along to the words of the song.

Riley gently slid Keegan down her side to the floor where he sat, yawning quietly, tugging at the bottom of his pajama shirt, and went back to the bedroom. She swiped her phone off the bedside table and switched it to record, bringing it up as she walked back into the bathroom.

Kendall looked up, noticing her in the mirror as she filmed her husband and daughter. A wide smile came to his lips, now singing to both his daughter and wife.

'Cause girls like you Run around with guys like me 'Til sundown, when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

Girls like you Love fun, yeah me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

Riley finished recording and posted the video clip to her social media page, it growing likes and comments within seconds. Then she put her phone done and went to Kendall, reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck, dragging him down to her reach. She placed a noisy kiss on his cheek. “’‘Morning, Hockey-Head,” she greeted.

Kendall, in turn, pressed a long kiss to her lips before tapping his forehead against hers. “Morning, Ruby.” He shifted Roxy up his side, grabbing the knot on his towel to keep it from slipping, not that Riley would’ve protested. All the years of hockey was working for him, despite the consistent injuries and the days and weeks he spent away from home. It caused more than one argument that still hadn’t been resolved. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“It’s either that or one of the kids screaming to be let out of bed,” she rubbed his neck. “I prefer this.”

“I prefer another kind of scream--ow!” He laughed, backing away when Riley swatted him on the arm, giving him a disapproving glance along with a cry of “Kendall!”. He grinned. “It’s not like they know what I’m talking about.”

Roxy leaned towards her parents’ faces, eyes wide with mischief. “Daddy in trouble?” She asked.

“No, daddy’s not in trouble.” Kendall placed her on the floor next to Keegan, where she lifted the ends of the towel and rubbed it in his face, making him giggle and squirm away.

“Not yet, anyway,” Riley added. Then she smiled sweetly at her husband. “Besides, if you woke me up, I’d kick your ass.”

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OCs I’m Feeling RN

I’ll save you all a preamble lmao — as always, feel free to ask about other ocs too but these are my current muses

Aurora Anderson — Glee (x Sebastian Smythe) — main muse rn

Stevie Cooper — Riverdale (x Keegan Rhodes)

Delaney Carlyle — Riverdale (x Keegan Rhodes)

Cassia Potter — Harry Potter (x Dimitri Aleksander Volkov)

Alessia Stark — MCU (x Steve Rogers)

Bianca Davis — MCU (x Steve Rogers)

Aria Parker — MCU (x Steve Rogers)

Adelaide Stark — MCU (x Sam Wilson)

Jamie Carter-Rogers — MCU (x Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes)

Betsy Walker — MCU (x Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes)

Nikki Rogers — MCU (x Peter Parker) — main muse rn

Sophie Dugray — Gilmore Girls (x Logan Huntzberger)

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes — Gilmore Girls

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes — Gilmore Girls

Rachel Eliot — The Society (past x Grizz; x Becca endgame)

Willow Dell — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano)

Kirsty Gilmore [ Piece By Piece ] — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano) — main muse rn

Ivy Knight — Arrow (x Oliver Queen) — main muse rn

Also vibing with my gilmore girls & pjo & marvel ocs, and, of course, any other ocs are welcome!!  These are just the ones I’ve been feeling the vibe for lately!

And of course yall know crossovers are welcome too!!  

*as always, I’m happy to answer anything from my ask game tag, but any other questions are more than welcome too!!  

**romantic relationships are obviously welcome but I’m happy to talk about any dynamics!

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🥺 for each of you current vibing with oc?

Aurora — oh god I seriously can’t choose like I love absolutely everything about her she’s so precious but okay one thing I really love is how completely unapologetic she is about her feelings!  She doesn’t apologize for getting mad if someone treats her badly, she’s willing to say “I can’t forgive you yet”, like... she struggles a lot with her mental health but she knows that her feelings are valid and she won’t let anyone else make her feel bad for having emotions

Bianca — I love how easily Bianca gets along with people!  She’s super friendly and just genuinely likes being around people and makes friends quickly and it’s really fun for me!

Stevie — I love how much Stevie wants to take care of the people around her!  She ends up getting her own apartment in Riverdale, not because of her own issues with her parents (which are a lot, it’s a very emotionally abusive environment) but because she wants Betty and Polly to have a safe place away from them, and over the course of her story she just keeps giving keys to like every teen in Riverdale because god she was so lucky to have people who were there for her (Sasha, Becca, Keegan, Kevin, and later the other teens in Riverdale) that she just looks at these kids who are barely a year younger than her and she wants to give them that too!  Even when she moves back to school, she keeps paying for the apartment just so that they have somewhere that they can go if they need it!  

Cassia — I love how hard Cassia fights to protect the people she loves!  For a girl who spent most of her life thinking her only family was an abusive shithead, she ends up with honestly the best (and biggest) found family you could imagine and there’s nothing that she wouldn’t do to protect them! 

Verona — I love how smart she is!  She’s not just academically inclined (though like, she is) but she’s really good at reading people and has life-smarts not just book smarts!  She knows when to fight and when to surrender and she always has a plan up her sleeve

Nikki — I... I can’t even narrow it down to just one thing, Nikki is everything to me!  But I think that maybe my favourite thing is that Nikki just wants to love people!  She fights because she has people to protect, she’s nice even when her own life is falling apart because she doesn’t want other people to suffer, and even when she wants to just curl up in bed forever, she always gets back up because she’s absolutely determined to leave the world better than she found it

Sophie — I really love that, even though she doesn’t see it (and granted she also ruins lives without hesitation), Sophie has the biggest heart!  She cares so much about everyone around her and is always tyring to make everyone happy!

Ilsa — I love the way that Ilsa just loves to do things because they make the people around her happy!  Like she got into reading and writing because Rory wanted to talk about the books she was reading, her love of movies came from watching movies with Lorelai all the time, she’s actually pretty outdoorsy (especially hiking, but generally she likes doing things outside) because of Luke, she gets into just driving around because that’s what Jess likes to do... quality time is very much her love language but she also discovers a lot of her passions that way!

Kris — I love that Kris tries to give people a chance!  She might not give many second chances (and never third chances), but aside from a few extreme exceptions, she tries to give people the benefit of the doubt!  Despite all the stories she hears about the Southside, she gives every Serpent a chance (and doesn’t blame the rest of them for the Toni shit), she gives Veronica a chance despite her reputation, like, she tries really hard not to let rumours cloud her own judgement of people!

Arianne — I love how much Ari grows over the seasons!  She starts off as sort of this vapid bitch with no real personality but grows into this fiercely loving, highly protective badass who would do anything for the people she loves, and I’m always proud of her for it!

Stacey — I love how much Stacey loves her brothers!  After everything she’s been through, it would be so easy to just completely shut them out, but she doesn’t!  She might not tell them everything, but she makes a deliberate effort to spend time with them and to get to know them again, and it just makes my heart happy!

Paige — I love how happy she is!  Like don’t get me wrong, she has some angst in her life, but she’s just like bright and happy and living in the moment which is really different from almost any of my other ocs

Allie — I love that Allie tries to trust people!  It’s not always easy for her, especially when it comes to adults, but she’s determined not to let her parents ruin everything for her so she tries!  It’s slow going, and sometimes it never really happens (eg she never really trusts Lorelai after her fight with Luke about Jess), but she works really hard to ignore the voice that tells her that every adult is going to screw her over like her parents did

Holland — I love that Holland always wants to learn more!  She’s endlessly curious and wants to know everything about everything, all the time!  And she especially loves to listen to people talk about the things they’re passionate about!

Kirsty — oh my god literally everything god I love her!  But one of my favourite things is how unapologetic she is about her feelings!  Even when people (cough lorelai, christopher, and her grandparents) get mad at her for them, she refuses to apologize for calling people out for hurting her, or anyone around her.  She may struggle to express her emotions, but she’s not going to apologize for having them

Ivy — I love how resilient she is!  She doesn’t always see it in herself but the tragedy of Ivy Knight is that she’s always the one who survives, and she always has to find a way to get up and keep going even as her world is falling apart!  

Send me a 🥺 + one of my ocs and I’ll tell you my favourite thing about them

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

OCs I’m Feeling RN

I’ll save you all a preamble lmao — as always, feel free to ask about other ocs too but these are my current muses

Aurora Anderson — Glee (x Sebastian Smythe)

Stevie Cooper — Riverdale (x Keegan Rhodes)

Cassia Potter — Harry Potter (x Dimitri Aleksander Volkov)

Bianca Davis — MCU (x Steve Rogers)

Nikki Rogers — MCU (x Peter Parker) — main muse rn

Sophie Dugray — Gilmore Girls (x Logan Huntzberger)

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes — Gilmore Girls

Victoria Blofis — Percy Jackson (x Jason Grace)

Alyssa Solomon — Gallagher Girls

Leia Gallagher — Gallagher Girls (x Zach Goode)

Annalise Goode — Gallagher Girls

Rachel Eliot — The Society (past x Grizz; x Becca endgame) — main muse rn

Willow Dell — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano)

Kirsty Gilmore [ Piece By Piece ] — Gilmore Girls (x Jess Mariano) — main muse rn

Ivy Knight — Arrow (x Oliver Queen) — main muse rn

Also vibing with my gallagher girls & pjo & marvel ocs, and, of course, any other ocs are welcome!!  These are just the ones I’ve been feeling the vibe for lately!

And of course yall know crossovers are welcome too!!  

*as always, I’m happy to answer anything from my ask game & prompts tags, but any other questions are more than welcome too!!  

**romantic relationships are obviously welcome but I’m happy to talk about any dynamics!