#oc: lorne

[incrediblysalt]

Love Lorne

Been brainstorming some fun new characters and story ideas, and it was fun to try and get some colors on an outfit :) theoretically this is going to be a comic of sorts, but hahahaha we’ll see

For now, I’m just messing around with colors and designs since it’s a lot of fun. Next up should be Lorne’s partner ;)

[stormklinge]

⚘▪︎ＪＡＮＵＳ▪︎⚘

[munefille]

what abt reader creating a long cardigan for your angel-like oc, because they don't want him/them to be cold!! You can make this the same reader who baked for the oc

i hope ur okay with a sketch I feel like this sums it up better than what I could write :')

[shadovvheart]

˚ʚ Lorn ♡ Gale ɞ˚

[lorn-art]

[caer-oswin]

[tseuto]

they both share a wife

[thismustbeso]

On Two Predators Meeting

Muscle (1989), dir. Hisayasu Satō / A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953, Anaïs Nin / Seeds (1968) , Andy Milligan / Rosary (1914), Anna Akhmatova /

/ باب الحديد (Bāb al-Ḥadīd / Cairo Station), 1958

Power Politics, Margaret Atwood / Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981), dir. Steve Miner

[passwordispassword]

happy valentines day or whateva

[mocha-gladiator]

🎵Good Golly miss Molly🎶

OCs are Lorne and Ivy! I wrote a short bit where they had to cross a river (and could have done so while staying perfectly dry) but ended up falling in anyway because well it's hot 🔥

(bigger images under the cut bc Tumblr image zoom is inconvenient)

[atiianeishaunted]

average hangout between these 3 fools

[stormklinge]

🍊 ▪︎ ᴀ ᴠ ɪ ᴄ ᴜ ʟ ᴀ ▪︎ 🪶

[munefille]

imagine reader combing or braiding lorne's hair (//∇//)

two hours of braiding later...

[twstinginthewind]

"I usually stick to jazz piano, but I think I can handle playing synesthesia instead!"

Octavinelle's favorite musical himbo has rolled onstage for NRC Music Fest, almost as if by accident. Sometimes being in the wrong place at the right time can be pretty rewarding, after all!

"Go get changed, Ibsen-sempai," groaned Azul, shaking his head. He waved a gloved hand in the direction of his tall upperclassman. "I can't have you representing the Mostro Lounge looking like that."

That was, as Lorne would miserably and uncharacteristically accurately put it, completely coated in the sauce. The caramel sauce that the Mostro employees were using to top off the coffee drinks they were selling at the music festival, specifically. And his dorm uniform was sticky, sweet, and drenched with the stuff. "Understood, housewarden. I'll be back ay-sappy." He gave Azul a pathetic, thankful look, murmured his apologies, and went on his way, leaving little puddles of caramel behind him.

(Vignette continues below the cut! Along with the song he's playing!)

He ducked into a dressing room inside the stadium, not far from where they were set up. Fortunately, there was no one there, and even more fortunate for him, there was a shower in the room. Desperate to deglaze himself, Lorne stepped into the little stall fully-clothed and began to rinse the caramel sauce off of his clothes. It didn't take very long, but he knew that Azul would be upset if he returned sopping wet, too. He wasn't about to test the octopus's patience. But what to change into....?

Wrapped in a towel, he began to look around the room. There wasn't much to choose from, he thought. A rack of costumes left behind by the film studies club were all smaller than what he could wear, and he wasn't about to swipe anyone else's school uniform. But then, he spotted it. The Janitor's closet. He stepped inside, and came back out wearing one of the additional jumpsuits that always seemed to populate these supply areas. A quick materials spell to have the colors complement his dorm outfit, and it was ready to go.

And then the dressing room door slammed open, letting in a few panicking underclassmen that Lorne had never met. "Jimothy's sick?" whined one, flinging himself onto one of the chairs.

"Yup," groaned another, clutching his guitar case like a life raft. "And we go on in twenty minutes. How are we supposed to do this without our keyboard player?"

".... uh, guys? The room's occupied," said the third, wide-eyed and quiet.

Lorne smiled weakly. "Uh, hi. I'm not here to... um. I just needed the shower, and..."

The guitarist looked at him, recognition slowly dawning in his eyes. "Rog, Biff, I think we have a solution. This is that guy who plays piano at Mostro, remember?"

"Kinda." The whiner looked at Lorne skeptically. "So what, Freddy?"

"Yeah, I don't follow, either," Lorne admitted.

Freddy put his guitar case down, and put an overly familiar hand onto Lorne's shoulder. "You can improvise, right, buddy? We need someone on synthesizer, like, immediately, and you're technically trespassing right now, AND, in stolen threads, to boot."

Lorne looked down at the borrowed jumpsuit and rubber boots and swallowed hard. He wished Jade were there, he could be clever and talk him out of this. Or Floyd, who would send these guys flying. But alone, he crumpled like a house of cards, despite that metaphor's appropriation from a different dormitory. Maybe collapsing like a deflated pufferfish? Disappearing like seafoam? He shook his head. "I'm sorry. What are you asking?"

"Will you play with our act, please?" asked the quiet kid, less menacingly than Freddy. "You can even use Jimothy's keyboard. We're kinda desperate."

Lorne blinked. "Oh, you want me to play music? I can do that, easy." He took a look at the offered keytar and slipped the strap over his shoulders. "I usually stick to jazz piano, but I think I can handle playing synesthesia instead!"

"Bro, what?"

"Dude, he said yes. Don't jinx it."

"So!" Lorne tapped out a few chords, suddenly much more cheerful. "What songs are we doing?"

[lorn-art]

Whoops

[caer-oswin]

Iris finally has the hair I've been dreaming for her 💙🧡 thanks to @wingdeer 🖤