#oc: olly gray

[ghostcaterwaul]

OC ask game: 1, 6, 18, 26 answer for whichever oc you'd like to ^-^

I’m gonna do a different OC for each question, if that’s okay!

1. are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

Most of my OCs have like, a color or color scheme assigned to them. If you’re looking for a more specific answer though, I associate Olly with like, a bright reddish violet color? She mostly wears black though, sometimes with pops of color here and there.

6. how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Jet’s hair is always styled in a way that’s inspired by 80s goth. He cares a lot about his hair. He’s constantly fixing it and making sure every strand is in it’s proper place. Playing with his hair is also a nervous habit for him though, and he’s a bit of a nervous wreck, so he’s constantly messing his hair up and immediately fixing it all the time.

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

For Leo, it’s all a case-by-case basis thing. In his mind, everyone lies, and he believes most people have good reasons for doing so. He’s had to lie a lot in his life, so he wouldn’t judge someone for that unless they lied about something really messed up.

He pretty much thinks stealing is acceptable as long as it’s from big corporations and that sort of thing.

He’s generally against killing, but he understands certain circumstances like self-defense, etc. He also just thinks the world is genuinely better off without certain types of people in it (like sexual predators, for example) and he has no problem taking that into his own hands if he has to.

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

Alice moves in a very graceful, almost ethereal manner. Her movements are very fluid. Like a spirit roaming through the woods at night or a gothic heroine wandering the corridors of an abandoned castle. This is often accentuated by her flowy clothing. People tend to find the way she moves either enchanting or unsettling and there’s rarely any in between. She moves fairly quietly too, or at least she would if it weren’t for all her jewelry chains and charms and whatnot.

[lime-ether]

I remember making a comic and Petra was there but I can't find it to attach it here....

About Lydia I already said in this post

(Let me remind you, Malcolm and Bianca by jirlshi )

Thanks again thank Shi for the idea

[endermen-like-cookies]

UPLOAD #10

I’m just gonna doodle/art dump whenever I feel like it because keeping a schedule is kicking my ass

I have much more but I’ll post those later

[literalite]

character/story influences tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

thanks for the tag @tricoufamily :DD i am tagging @gunthermunch @lucidicer @itsmariejanel @orphyd @goldenwaves this is FUN u should do it. thank u

medias/characters meet me in the woods: man in the dark (paul auster), orlando (virginia woolf), lord huron's entire discography, specifically meet me in the woods and the ghost on the shore, the godfather 1972 (barely), age of adaline 2015, the old guard 2020, this specific cc cross, and reading homer's the iliad in my final year of high school. somehow don't go where i can't follow: the raven cycle (maggie stiefvater), his dark materials (philip pullman), adventure time 2010-2018, mitski’s bury me at makeout creek album, next of kin by alvvays, bite the hand by boygenius, matilda (roald dahl) (jokingly), horrible no good homoerotic teenage friendships, the chosen one trope, and this post by tumblr user @/louisegluckpdf. also my life which explains why the aesthetic is completely disjointed RIP violent affairs (with @lucidicer): nbc hannibal, bones and all 2022, arachnids, ethel cain’s preacher's daughter, sir chloe’s i am the dog album, mine and olli's deranged combined mental energies mutually focusing on t4t cannibalism  vinny reign: matt murdock (netflix daredevil), joel miller (tlou), the fallen angel painting by alexandre cabanel, caravaggio paintings, catholic guilt, arsonist’s lullabye by hozier caleb vatore: those italian twinks that renaissance artists kept referencing to paint religious figures, dorian gray, orlando, timothee chalamet (LMAO), the reveal that the noo don’t kill yourself you’re so sexy guy is a twink [redacted] morrow: gojo satoru, howl pendragon (studio ghibli), jay gatsby, kageyama shigeo and also a bit of reigen arataka (mp100), ronan lynch and gansey (the raven cycle), eden's entire discography, birdcage by novo amor, mercy by sir chloe, myself ophelia griffin: ophelia painting by john everett millais, blue sargent (the raven cycle), clairo, phoebe bridger's discography, strawberry blonde and your best american girl by mitski, clairo’s immunity album, the first crush i ever had manny pluto: yotasuke takahashi (blue period), tbh a lot of blue period in general, alhaitham (genshin impact), adam parrish (the raven cycle), a hint of geto suguru, working for the knife by mitski nayef al karim: spiders, abel AND cain, julian slowik (the menu 2022), hannibal lecter (yes obvious i know but moreso the focus on fine dining as opposed to the psychology), stewy hosseini (succession), inbred by ethel cain

[multifandomwriter56]

His Little Spy: The Fight

Series Summary: Anita Edwards is a spy who works for Tommy Shelby. She is an orphan and longs for a family. Will Tommy ever realize she is his daughter, despite them not being blood? Or will he lose her forever?

Chapter 4 Summary: Anita meets someone she thought she would never get the chance to. Tommy isn't happy about it.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, OC, Polly Gray, some other PB characters

Warnings: language, violence, mentions child abuse

Word Count: 3,199

"I fucking hate this hellhole, don't you?"

Anita jumps, barely stopping herself from screaming. She turns to the owner of the voice that just scared the shit out of her; pulling out her knife. "What the fuck? Who are you?"

Alfie chuckles. "Feisty little thing, ain't ya?"

The eleven year old glances behind her, wondering if she should make a run for it.

"There's no need to be frightened, dove. Ol' Alfie isn't going to hurt ya."

"Alfie?" She lowers her arm that's holding the knife. “Alfie Solomons?”

Alfie grins. "The child knows my name."

"I thought Mr Shelby killed you."

Alfie leans down, pointing to the scar on his face. "Well he fucking tried, didn't he?"

The two stared at each other in complete silence. Eventually Anita holds out her hand. 

"I'm Anita. Nice to meet you."

Alfie shakes the girl's hand. "So you're the famous Anita Edwards Ollie has told me so much about." He gestures to the man hidden in the shadows. 

Anita frowns. Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. She steps back, gripping her knife tightly in her fist. He might kill her to get revenge on Tommy.

"I'm not going to hurt you, dove. I already told you I wouldn't. I need you to do me a favor, right; I need you to give this to Tommy."

Anita stares at the envelope in his outstretched hand. "Why can't you?"

"I'm dead, remember?"

"If you give this to Mr Shelby, everyone will know that's not true." Ollie argues. 

Anita can tell by Ollie's voice that they've had this conversation before. 

"He already knows, Ollie boy! When I was fucked up on all those meds, I asked Tommy about Cyril."

"Cyril is your dog?"

Alfie smiles. "Yes. How is my boy?"

Anita grins, putting her knife away. "Fat and lazy." Her grin turns into a full smile when the man laughs. "He loves to cuddle."

Remembering what they were first talking about, Anita's smile falls. "How do you know who I am?"

"Ollie's been keeping an eye on Tommy, you see; making sure that little gypsy man doesn't get into too much trouble. He's noticed you around." He pauses dramatically as he stares her down. "He noticed you were digging up information about me, right; and I wanted to know why."

Anita winces at the mention of her little investigation on the man. "You didn't happen to put that in the letter, did you?"

The grin’s back. "Tommy told you to leave ‘dead’ me be?" The young girl nods. "No, I didn't mention the nosy girl, right; thought it was fun having an admirer."

Anita crinkles her nose. "Who said anything about an admirer?" 

"Well, I just did, didn't I?"

Anita decides she's not even going to answer that. "None of your men ever told anyone you were alive." She doesn't admit it out loud, but she is impressed no one blabbered. 

"My men fucking love me." He holds out the envelope once again. "So will you do poor ol' Alfie this favor?"

Anita smiles. He is nothing like she imagined; but he's endearing in an annoying, yet amusing way. 

So she takes the envelope. 

"Ollie, I think it's time we get out of hell. Goodbye, my little dove. It was a fucking pleasure to meet you." 

Anita giggles. Tommy at least tries not to curse in front of her as much as he does in front of others; but this man doesn't hold back. "Bye Mr Solomons."

"Fucking hell." He mutters. "It's Alfie. No need to be formal."

Anita resists the urge to roll her eyes. "Bye Alfie."

The man smiles softly before following Ollie into an alley where their car is probably hidden. 

Anita knows Tommy hasn't gone home yet so she decides to give him the letter now.

She tries to get into the shop, but the door is locked. She checks the windows, smiling when she finds one unlocked. She slips in, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

She only takes about three steps when she hears a gun cock. "Hi, Mr Shelby."

"Anita?" Tommy uncocks the gun, setting it on a table. He takes two large strides until he's standing in front of the girl. He grabs her chin, a little more roughly than he meant to. "What the fuck are you doing, young lady?"

Anita's eyes widened. "I-I knew you were still here." She tells him lamely; not really knowing what to say. Why is he so mad?

"You can't just sneak in whenever you want to. I could've shot you, Anita." He scolds, releasing his hold on her chin. "Why didn't you knock?" 

The young girl shrugs her shoulders. She sneaks into all kinds of places to get information for him. 

How the hell does he think she gets that information? 

She holds out the envelope. "I have a letter for you." She says sheepishly; refusing to look him in the eye. 

Tommy frowns at the girl; debating on whether or not to scold her some more.  He eventually decides against it, taking the envelope from her. "Who's it from?"

Anita subconsciously takes a few steps back. "Alfie Solomons." She mumbles.

Tommy's hand freezes and his head snaps up. "What was that?" He growls; his eyes hardening when Anita stays quiet. "Answer me, young lady." The fear of her learning the truth rises and even though he shouldn't be as angry as he's acting, he lets the anger take over.

Anita draws a circle on the floor with her shoe-covered toes. Two 'young lady's' in one night is not a good sign. "Alfie Solomons." She tells him a little louder this time.

Tommy leans against the table, a hand covering his eyes. He takes a deep breath. It's not her fault, he reminds himself before focusing back on the letter. 

Anita watches him read the letter, her body twitching with anticipation. Even back when she asked who Alfie Solomons was; Tommy lost his temper. He forbade her from talking about him again and she doesn’t understand why he wants to avoid the subject so much.

And does he not understand that telling her no, makes her want to do it so much more?

Once Tommy finishes reading it, he slips the folded paper in his suit pocket.

"What did he want?" 

Tommy raises his eyebrows; surprised by her gall to even ask such a question. "That is not your concern. Now-" He bends forward until his eyes are leveled with hers. "What do I have to do to make sure you never crawl through another fucking window?"

"N-Nothing. I won't do it a-again." Anita lies; cursing herself for stuttering. 

Tommy doesn't believe her one bit; but if she's really to risk upsetting him by lying, then she must believe she has a good reason for defying him. So he lets it be, for now. He'll have to think on it before he brings it up again.

When he straightens, Anita decides to ask a question of her own. "Why did you tell me Alfie was dead?"

Tommy reaches in his pocket, pulling out his lighter and cigarette case. "At the time, I thought he was."

"Why didn't you tell me when he sent you that letter that he is alive?"

"You spoke to him." Tommy states; wondering why the fuck Alfie came all the way to Birmingham to give him a letter when last time he fucking used the postal. "I don't give you information. That's your job." He reminds her, pointing the lit cigarette at her.

Anita scoffs. "Why is that such a terrible thing? He was nice."

"Go home, Anita." Tommy orders, his voice back to his usual monotone intonation. 

That tone hits a nerve that she can't hide. not tonight. "I don't have a home." She snaps. "But don't worry, I'm going." She heads for the window, ignoring Tommy calling her name. 

Once she's outside, she turns to face him. "This is how I get your information. I sneak around in places where I shouldn't be. So you better get used to the idea that I do this quite often. How else am I supposed to get inside the orphanage without getting into trouble, eh?" She doesn't wait for a response; her courage draining with each second as his glare darkens. 

She hates disappointing him and she hates being upset with him. But dammit! She hates it even more when he uses that bored, monotone voice with her. 

It makes her feel like she's just like everyone else. That she means nothing to him.

"I think it's time you took a break."

And with those words with that same damn monotone, her hate shifts. "You know what? I think you're fucking right!" She shouts, slamming the window shut. 

Her eyes widen in slight fear when Tommy bolts to the front door. She has no idea what would happen if he caught her, but she's not staying around to find out. 

She runs.

Anita stirs as she feels the train come to a halt and a man yells 'London!' 

She heads for the door, sighing in relief when she doesn't see a Shelby or a Peaky in sight. 

Ten minutes into her walk through town, she spots three men coming straight for her.

"You're the Shelby's little snitch, aren't ya?"

Anita tries to bolt but one of the men stops her; grabbing both her arms. "Let me go!" She tries to sound like Polly when she's telling off the Shelby men, but she knows she failed.

The men laugh at her attempts to escape. "Oh, this is her. You ratted us out to Thomas Shelby and almost got us killed. We only took what was owed to us."

Anita remembers the men and scoffs at his words. "If you're stupid enough to steal from the Shelby's, than you're lucky to be alive. Be grateful I knew where your stash was or else I don't think Mr Shelby would have spared your miserable lives."

The punch to her gut knocks the breath out of her. She gasps for air as the man holding her lets her drop to the ground. 

"The little bitch has a mouth on her."

She cries out when one of their boots connects with her side. Knowing that wasn't the end, she clamps her mouth shut and curls into herself to protect her organs; just like how Arthur taught her in case she was ever caught.

When she hears the click of a loaded gun, Anita squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation of her death. 

She flinches with each gunshot, counting a total of three. The silence is so loud, her curiosity gets the better of her and she slowly peels her eyes open.

To her surprise, not only are the men gone, but she sees a familiar man standing in front of her.

"Alfie?"

"The fuck you doing in London, Dove?"

She opens her mouth to answer him, but her body gives in to the pain; her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

The last thing she hears, is "Fuck!"

The Shelby family never thought the day would come where there would be tension between Thomas Shelby and Anita Edwards. And they definitely didn't think it would affect the whole family or the business for that matter. 

Anita only comes around when she has information or when she's needed. 

Tommy tries to avoid being alone with her as much as possible. She doesn't try to stay in his office with him anymore. She doesn't beg to be more involved in the business. And she only comes to the Arrow House when he's not there. 

"You need to fix this, Thomas." Polly scolds him one day.

"I'm not the one who needs to do the fixing."

"Oh, stop being a child. You're the adult; fucking act like it."

Tommy focuses on the papers on his desk, letting his aunt know he's done listening to her. 

Polly storms out, but her anger drains away when she sees a laughing Anita sitting at one of the betting tables. She's not sure what story Arthur is telling the eleven year old, but it must be funny. 

"Anita, love; he's ready to see you."

The smile drops at her words. "Can't I just tell you the information and you can tell him?"

Polly shakes her head, a small smile gracing her lips. "He wants to see you." At least she hopes her nephew does; to make things right.

"I don't know why; he barely says a fucking word." Anita mumbles as she stands to her feet.

As the girl starts to pass by her, Polly gently grabs her chin; her eyebrows raised.

Anita can only keep eye contact for a few moments before looking down. "Sorry."

Polly leans down to kiss the top of her head. "It'll get better; I promise."

Anita wants to believe her, but it's been two months since she gave Tommy Alfie's letter. It was tense afterwards, but when Anita let it slip that her and Alfie started writing to one another; he's been cold. 

She doesn't understand why he hates the idea of her and Alfie being pen pals. Even though she saw no reason for him to, she let him read some of their letters. They never talk about business. Mostly about Cyril and ships. Aflie likes to describe some of the ships he sees. Anita did mention that her and Tommy are not on good terms, but she didn't show that letter to the leader. 

She softly knocks on the door, but doesn't wait for an invitation. If he's expecting her then there's no point of her waiting for a response. 

“Anita?”

The young girl takes her normal seat across from the man. “Polly said you were ready to see me.”

Tommy internally rolls his eyes; but on the outside he has his normal, bored expression plastered on his face. “Yes, what do you have for me?”

“Nothing.” This is why she wanted to just tell Polly. She’s not in a mood for a lecture. 

Tommy frowns, opening the box of cigarettes. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” She repeats. “So-” She stands to her feet. “Am I free to go or are going to lecture me about how I need to do my job?”

Tommy freezes at her words; the small flame only centimeters away from the unlit cigarette. It’s like something just clicked in his brain. She’s a ten year old kid wondering about a man, who is not even her family, is going to lecture her about a job. A very dangerous job.

“Anita, wait.”

Anita stops. She looks up at the door to his office. “So close.” She mutters to herself. 

She turns around, hoping he isn’t really going to lecture her. “Yes, Mr Shelby?”

Tommy stands from his chair, the cigarette forgotten. He gestures to the chair she was just occupying. “Please sit.” He leans back against the front of his desk, right in front of the chair, her chair.

Anita frowns. Did he just say please? Her eyes scan his, trying to see any hidden meaning behind his words; but all she sees is vulnerability. She sees a softness in his stare that she’s only seen pointed at Charlie. So she heads back to the chair; hoping this isn't some kind of trap.

Tommy stares straight ahead while Y/n stares down at her lap. They stay like this for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been handling things. And I’m sorry for the way I reacted to you and Alfie’s… friendship. I could have handled that better.” Did Alfie tell her the truth? Does she know?

Anita stares at him, her mouth wide open and her eyes as big as they can go. “You’re what?”

Tommy lets himself roll his eyes this time. “I’m fucking sorry, alright?” 

‘I was fucking jealous.’ 

He can’t say those words aloud; but that doesn't mean they're any less true. He keeps playing her words over and over in one of the letters she wrote to Alfie. 

'I'm grateful to have someone like you to talk to. Someone I can see as a father figure or an uncle.'

 “I see it in your eyes. Just like I did in Michael's .”

Anita never properly met Polly’s son, but she’s heard of him. “And what did you see?” She cautiously asks.

“Intelligence… cunning. You’re a very bright young lady, Anita. I took advantage of that. I keep forgetting you’re only fucking ten. I need someone with your kind of mind, your loyalty. I just need them to be-”

“A man?” She interrupts with a raised eyebrow.

“Of age.” Tommy corrects, but he doesn’t deny her words. 

“Polly says you were acting like a toddler who had to share their toy.” She’s starting to forgive him, but a simple apology isn’t enough.

Tommy closes his eyes. His aunt is going to be the death of him. “I don’t consider you a toy, Anita.” He tries not to think about how wrong that sounds. “So-” He’s ready to move this along. “Am I forgiven?”

She stays quiet for a moment. “Take me horse riding and I’ll say yes.” Anita knew there would be a day she would forgive him. She just figured it would sorta just happen; not when he, The Thomas Shelby, apologizes to her. 

“You want me to fucking what?”

“I haven't been on a horse for over a month. Lizzie found out I’ve been going by myself since you sent Johnny Dogs wherever and she won’t let me go anywhere near the stables. So I want you to take me.”

“Johnny has been doing what?” Tommy has never felt so confused in his life. How many times has Y/n been to his house and he hasn’t known? When did Johnny start taking her horse riding with HIS horses?

Anita smiles; proud of herself for making Tommy so flabbergasted. “Aw, don’t be mad at Johnny. We always bring the horses back.” She thinks she has the right to tease him some; with what he put her these last two months.

“How do you even get to my house?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s not that far from the orphanage and Johnny showed me some shortcuts. I’m used to walking.”

“How did no one know?”

She smirks, her confidence rising. A side of the young girl that hardly ever surfaces. A side of her that trauma, abuse, and being unloved shoved down inside her. A side she's only shown to two people, rising with the side of her lips.

“Mr Shelby, it’s simple, I’m a fucking great spy.”

Anita didn’t feel like a great anything as she pukes for the fifth time since Alfie helped her into his car. She has the upper half of her body hanging outside of the car as Alfie once again brings the car to a stop. 

She groans as her body yells in pain with each movement. “How much farther to Margate?”

“Just another hour, dove.”

“Should you even be driving?”

Alfie grins. “I fucking doubt it.”

She groans again. If the pain doesn’t kill her, Alfie and his one eye will. 

Forevers: @desiredposion @theseakrakence @simonsbluee @elenavampire21 @kmc1989

Peaky Blinders: @psychkunox @theshelbyclan @lilymurphy03 @findinghisredrighthand @zablife

His Little Spy Series: @smcc212 @peakascum @auggie2000 @ajwantstohavefun @bloomskater @play-morezeppelin @venomsvl @the-horror-and-the-wild-simp @lovemissyhoneybee @theshelbyslimited @bethabear12 @ohshititsfenharel @babayaga67

[murderousginger]

Queen of Hearts

Peaky Blinders Alfie Solomons x OC

Part 1? Continuation of When Will He Learn? And this story.

Word count: 2,797

Warnings: They're criminals, guys, they do bad things.

"Darling," He murmured, not looking up from his papers, "I can hear you sighing. I know you fucking want my attention. Give me ten minutes, pet, so we don't go fucking destitute, yeah?"

"Alfie," she whined as she sat on the papers on his desk, earning a groan, "I'm bored. You promised weeks ago we could go out. I want to dance. I want to drink. I want to fuck."

"We can do all that here, pet," Alfie said as he looked over his glasses at her. "Why do we need to go out?"

"Do you remember when we first married, Alfie?" She asked sweetly as she slid into his lap. "Do you remember how we barely left the bed for days?"

Alfie inhaled as she leaned in and nibbled his ear, placing her hand upon his chest. Her smell surrounded him as he closed his eyes.

"Of course I do," he chuckled. "Ollie nearly had a fit for how behind on paperwork I got. We were half starved. Barely took time for more than water and sleep."

"And when we finally returned to public," she giggled into his ear, stirring things in him, "it was a new challenge. How to find every dark corner and never get caught."

Alfie's hand moved up her thigh as his smile widened. A growl reverberated in his chest. She murmured as her hands traveled up his neck to cup his face.

"Let's go find another dark corner, King Solomon."

–

She hummed, hugging herself to Alfie's side as he guided her into King's Tavern. The place buzzed with men, but they quieted as they realized who was moving past them. Ollie tagged along behind them, a nervous puppy in a sea of men. Alfie was quiet while guiding her to the booth in the very back, a dark corner that the men – his men – couldn't see.

King's Tavern was Alfie's. He bought it for the unmarried cooks he employed. A place for them to be rowdy without spilling bakery secrets. Most of them took the offer, drinking through the night on cheap rum they had spent all day making. Alfie barely charged them; he called it an investment.

"As long as it covers the electricity and rent in the place, I'm of no thoughts of charging the boys more," Alfie chuckled, "Drunk men share their troubles, and if they have work troubles, I'd rather they share them with their own. Less bribes to make."

The right wall was a line of booths, with tables in the center of the area and the bar on the left. A room was built at the end of the bar to house the rum, making the back ten feet of booths more of a corridor with a dart board on the back wall. Those booths were dark and easily hidden.

Her green a-line dress was as good as canary yellow around the men in their grays and browns. She caught the eyes of every man before they dipped their heads with recognition. She smiled brightly at them all. She was out. She was free.

Alfie guided her to the booth and then sat in the back corner with his face to the crowd. She sat next to him as Ollie took the seat opposite, all but vibrating with unease.

"Do relax, Ollie," she laughed as she took his hand. "It's just a drink. One night of fun. You do know what fun is, right?"

Ollie looked cautiously from their hands to Alfie, searching his face for an ounce of distaste. She grinned as Ollie jumped as the bartender came over, putting rum in front of all three of them. The bartender quirked his eyebrow as he eyed the trio but said nothing of Alfie looking out into the crowd as Ollie held hands with the girl by his boss's side.

"Dance with me, Ollie," she challenged, grin spreading ear to ear as she went to pull him out of the booth.

"Uh, boss–" Ollie looked pleadingly.

"You know why she's toying with you, mate," Alfie responded flatly, not taking his eyes off something in the distance.

"There's no music," Ollie insisted as she pulled him to his feet.

So she sang. And the men around them began clapping along to the beat and singing, too, until she had dragged Ollie into a circle to dance for the men singing. She laughed as he went white and she spun herself in his arms.

As the song ended, a man began another. Ollie groaned, earning an eye roll as she let him go and made her way to the bar. She didn't look back to see if Ollie disappeared back into the corner. If he did, she would just drag him back to dance when she was ready.

She stood at the bar top, leaning herself over it and then backwards idly as she waited for service. A tall man with a mustache stood beside her in a black coat, watching her from the corner of his eye with a smirk.

The bartender nodded to her, bringing three drinks without a word before disappearing to the other side of the bar again. The tall man beside her cussed under his breath as his fist curled on the bar.

"You can have these," she said as she slid the drinks to him. "Is three enough?"

"Three's perfect," he said as he perked up, "my brothers 'n I make three. That's kind of you, bird. Although, don't they make whiskey?"

She swatted his thanks away.

"It'll be easy to get more," she smiled. "I'll just wave my hand again and they appear. And no, they only offer house rum here. No whiskey. It's pences a glass, though."

She hung herself over the bar again, and the bartender nodded before heading that way to make her drinks.

"If only everyone were so lucky," he joked, "what do they call you, pet?"

"Aphrodite," she smiled wide. "You and your brothers enjoy your night."

"I'm Arthur," he said, his lips moving as if to add more, but he didn't.

She nodded his way as she picked up her drinks and turned to make it back through the crowd. Ollie had indeed returned to her husband. Alfie continued locking eyes with someone behind her.

She placed the drinks on the table before sliding into her seat beside Alfie. She took her shot in one gulp before wrapping her arm around Alfie's stiff arms that were crossed atop the table.

"Dear," she said as she put her mouth to his ear. "A girl could get jealous of the attention you're paying to God knows what right now. I suggest you give a little of it to me."

Her arm dipped down to his lap as she laid her head upon his shoulder, doing her best to find what had Alfie's attention. She frowned as her eyes fell on Arthur and two other men at a table.

"Who are the brothers, Alfie?" She asked, causing him to finally stir.

Alfie frowned.

"How do'ye know they're brothers, pet?"

"Met the tall one, Arthur, at the bar while you were eye-fucking the brother watching us right now," she said as she idly ran her fingers along his thigh. "They trouble?"

"Possible business partners," he said, finally looking down at her. "But trouble enough. Birmingham boys looking to expand."

She carefully memorized the cold, chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that were locked on her. His features were marble, giving nothing away. There was no warmth to him. She shivered.

"The brother seemed nice enough," she said as she sipped Alfie's shot. "Bit easy to anger. And the third?"

"They say he's good with explosives if he's not busy chasing skirts," Alfie grunted.

A smile slowly spread across her face. Ollie went pale.

"I don't think it's wise to –"

"Can I play, Alfie?" She asked, cutting Ollie off.

She looked at her husband, who broke eye contact with the brothers long enough to look down at her and frown. He searched her face for a moment before he brushed his thumb against her cheek.

"Don't make me kill them, pet," Alfie said. "I've not made money off 'em yet."

"Bet I could get you more money," she smiled. "I'm quite charming."

"Are you wild, pet, or are you mine?" Alfie asked as he lifted her chin and kissed her.

When they finally pulled away, she let out a giggle.

"I can be both, darling."

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She watched the skirt-chasing brother get up from the table to make his way to the bar, his posture and face brimming with frustration. Her eyebrow quirked upward before she turned to her husband to peck him on the cheek.

"I'll be back, love," she hummed before taking off toward the bar.

She did her best to slide between patrons without the brother noticing she was aiming at him. Shortly as he arrived at the bar top, she slid in beside him, rubbing shoulders.

He moved to face her, eyes flashing anger as he raised his fist, only to immediately melt into a lazy grin as his eyes traveled her body and his arm dropped.

"Best watch who you rub up against, love," he said as his eyes traveled back to her face, "The wrong drunk will deck you before he realizes you aren't a man."

"Is that what you were going to do?" She asked, intentionally bumping into him again as he resumed facing the bar. "Looking for trouble tonight, then?"

He smiled, watching her from the corner of his eye as he chewed his lip.

"Love," he said finally. "I am trouble. There's no looking required. But you should know, you're trouble, too, aren't you? Trouble finds itself."

She giggled, nodding to the bartender as he brought three drinks her way before turning around, completely ignoring the brother beside her.

"What's your name, trouble?" She asked, handing him a shot. "A rum for a name seems fitting."

"John," he smiled before taking the shot in a gulp. "But I prefer whiskey."

"Whiskey is for business, John," she winked at him before taking her shot. "Rum is for fun and for fucking. Wouldn't you rather have rum with me?"

John chuckled before taking her third glass and shooting it down.

"Trouble if ever I met one," he said as he sat the glass on the bar and leaned into her. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"I'll tell you, if you play a game of darts with me," she said as she leaned closer to his ear. "No one else will play with me."

"Well isn't that a shame."

She took his hand and pulled him toward the back of the room, where a small dart board was against the wall maybe six feet from the booths that Alfie and Ollie sat at. To the left was a closed off room that stored the rum and bartender area, making the area more like a corridor. Men had already disappeared from that area after Alfie sat back there, so although still loud, it was much more intimate.

She grabbed the darts from the board, and as she turned to face John again, she found herself pinned to the wall with John's arm leaning beside her head.

"Bit dark to see the game, sweetheart," John said, his eyes half closed as he leaned into her.

She placed a hand on his chest as she ducked under his arm and around him, her hand feeling the muscles of his chest and then his back.

"You'll just have to feel your way to the darts, then, sweetheart," she mocked him as she made her way back to the throwing point.

She watched John deflate a little before turning around to join her. He motioned for her to go first.

"So, how are you here alone?" John asked as she threw. "Your daddy rich and well known?"

"Who said I was alone?" She smiled at him briefly before she turned her focus back to darts. "Daddy is indeed rich, but he doesn't know I'm here. I doubt he would be pleased."

She threw her last dart and made her way to the board to count her score. John followed her, leaning on the wall beside the board as she pulled the darts out. John bit his lip again as he watched her.

"So you're out to prove a point, then?" He asked as she handed him the darts. "Sow some wild oats before marrying into boring high society?"

She smiled, rolling her eyes as they walked back to the throwing mark.

"And if I were to tell you that you're with a really bad man," John said as he aimed at the board and threw. "What then, love? Does that scare you, or make you weak in the knees? How much trouble are you looking for?"

"How bad could you be, John," she laughed as she leaned into him, making him shift uncomfortably before continuing his turn. "When you're too busy being bothered by a girl to win a dart game?"

His last dart flew but hit the wall beside the board as John let out a low growl of frustration. He turned to face her, their noses nearly touching.

"Guess I'll keep calling you Trouble, then," he muttered. "Double or nothing. I win, I get your name and your company for the night."

Her eyebrow rose.

"And if I win?"

John smiled an easy smile.

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

"Everything, of course."

"Spoken like a true woman," he joked as he went to retrieve the darts.

"I'll start with your wife's name," she said as he came back. "And you start this time."

John looked sheepishly at her, shuffling in place to regain his focus before throwing a dart. She tapped his wedding band.

"Might remove the ring before you go courting next time," she said as he threw a dart and it took a slight dive.

"Most women either don't notice or care," John said. "You've got an eye on you, Trouble."

He grew still and focused hard on the board before tossing another dart, making a bullseye. And another.

"Look what you can do when you're determined," she teased, running her hand across his shoulders before leaning into his ear. "Must want something real bad."

"Something like that," John muttered as he threw his last dart.

They both counted, and then it was her turn to throw. She stepped up, but couldn't help but feel John close beside her.

"What sort of company are you expecting if you win, John?" She asked with a smile as she barely hit the board.

"Oh, sweetheart," John purred in her ear. "I don't need to bargain for sex. You'll take your clothes off willingly before the night is through."

Her dart never made it to the board. And the next one fell flat, too. It was hard to concentrate with him in her space. When did her heart start pounding? Was it always warm in here?

She felt his eyes on her as she threw her last dart and immediately knew she lost. John's arm snaked around her waist as his lips pressed against her temple.

"Looks like your mind for the night…" John hesitated, waiting for her name.

"Aphrodite," she said. "But you could have just asked your brother Arthur."

John frowned but didn't lose his grip on her.

"There's that eye again," John murmured before speaking up. "Then let's have you meet our brother in charge. Tommy's never seen a puzzle he can't solve."

"Am I a puzzle now?" She smiled as he led her back to the front of the bar.

"All women are fucking puzzles," John laughed. "Puzzles and trouble."

It doesn't take long to part the crowd and return to his brothers hand in hand.

"Ey, Tommy, meet Aphrodite," he smirked, twirling her to the table. "Lost a game of darts and owes me her company for the night."

"You're not Aphrodite," Tommy said simply. "You're Persephone."

"What?" John said, looking back at his brother. "What's that even mean?"

What was once hand holding quickly became John gripping her wrist.

"Let go of me, John," she said loudly.

The tables around them became silent, and the bar followed suit. Suddenly, all eyes were focused on their table. She smirked as the boys raised their hackles.

"One of you is educated," she smiled as she tugged her arm in a weak attempt to be loose from John.

"Who are you?" John asked, squinting back at her as he looked her over more closely.

She twisted her arm in his grip until her thumb was facing up, revealing a tattoo of a crown just below it. She leaned in as her smile widened.

"I'm the queen."

[runwiththerain]

hellooooo :]

this is my intro post !

welcome to my lil corner of the internet. it is a safe space that you can always call home <3

my main blog is mostly a hub for all my sideblogs and other stuff. it has no theme and is mostly reblogs

[if you've read this, please give it a like <3]

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basic information

hi! my name is percy/perce/perseus/persephone and my pronouns are he/they/she [please do not use it/its or neos/xenos]

i'm 14 and i'm genderfluid/aroace. i'm also neurodivergent and have been diagnosed with autism and anxiety among other things

some of my main interests are marauders, riordanverse, osemanverse, stranger things, ever after high, enola holmes, brooklyn 99, the good place, stardew valley, taylor swift, conan gray, anson seabra, spotify, music, orchestra, choir, writing, winter, cats, netflix and pinterest

my dms are always open! and feel free to send me random asks to get to know me better! in general i'll try to respond quickly but with school and family it's hard to! i do not hate you!

dnis: racist, homophobic, terf, bigoted in general, but also harringrove/billy stans, mileven, snape apologists, people in the marauders fandom who overlook the women and nsfw blogs

we do not support jkr here !!!!!

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my tags, sideblogs and links

my tags:

#rwtr: main tag ig

#rwtr originals: my original posts

#rwtr mecore: stuff about me/that i relate to

#rwtr asks: my asks

#rwtr ask games: ask games

#rwtr writing: my writing

#rwtr music: my music spam/spotify links

#rwtr tag games: tag games that i participate in

#rwtr sideblogs: bc i have too many

#*insert sideblog*: that said sideblog

#rwtrs loves: my moots

#rwtrs love *insert name*: ur moot tag

my sideblogs: [this is where i will post my fandom specific content, sidenote: i am a multishipper]

daily journal ig: planetpercy [mostly og posts]

ever after high: maddiedarlingandchase

marauders: mirrorballjamespotter

music: feelslikewehadmatchingwounds [mainly conan, taylor, olivia, cavetown, gracie, alec, anson, etc. but also whatever i feel like]

my story/oc spam: thewallflowersstory

osemanverse: toricharlieolly

relatable posts: nowimjustajigsaw [where i put posts so i don't spam my main]

riordanverse: percypipesbesties

stranger things: willelmaxfriendship

taylor swift: somebodylosestheirmind [gaylor]

my other links:

ao3 [i occasionally post fics]

osemanverse discord [dm me if you want my discord acc]

pinterest [i started a new acc so it's basically empty lol]

pronouns page [it has more on my names and preferred terms and labels and such]

spotify [i am an addict and it's a problem, i have over 4,000 liked songs and 400 playlists]

uquiz masterlist [for all my uquizzes that i've made]

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fandom specific stuff

ever after high: maddie hatter, darling charming, chase redford, lizzie hearts, alistair wonderland, briar beauty, cerise hood, raven queen, rapple, dapple, huntlynn, dexven, lizziexmaddie, kittyxlizzie, hopperxbriar, lizziexdarig, ravenxcerise, maddiexkitty, ravenxmaddie, aroace maddie

marauders: james potter, pandora ollivander, regulus black, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, xeno lovegood, minerva mcgonagall, poppy pomfrey, jily, jegulus, jegulily, wolfstar, pandalily, pandamarylily, marylily, dorlene, minervaxpoppy, platonic jily, platonic prongsfoot, platonic moonwater

osemanverse: [i've read everything] charlie spring, olly spring, darcy olsson, elle argent, nellie, tori spring, michael holden, aled last, frances janvier, bliss lai, lister bird, georgia warr, sunil jha, rooney bach, narlie, taoelle, tarcy, sprolden, daled, rowanxbliss, listerxjimmy, pipxrooney, sunilxjason, qpr georgiaxroony, platonic charliexelle, qpr sprolden, qpr francesxaled

riordanverse: percy jackson, annabeth chase, piper mclean, leo valdez, reyna ramirez arellano, will solace, hazel levesque, rachel dare, magnus chase, alex fierro, mallory keen, tj, sally jackson, percabeth, pipabeth, shelper, theyna, solangelo, frazel, fierrochase, platonic percyxpiper, platonic leoxannabeth, platonic piperxleo, platonic willxrachel

stranger things: el hopper, will byers, max mayfield, lucas sinclair, robin buckley, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, joyce byers, jim hopper, byler, elmax, elumax, lumax, ronance, steddie, jargyle, jopper, platonic stobin, platonic madwheeler, platonic elmike, willel twims

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favourite music stuff

[i also listen to classical music and soundtracks]

artists: taylor swift, conan gray, alec benjamin, anson seabra, one direction, olivia rodrigo, lovelytheband, cavetown, girl in red, harry styles, 5 seconds of summer, louis tomlinson, why don't we, ajr, the neighbourhood, panic at the disco, all time low, fall out boy, arctic monkeys and set it off

songs: wonderland by taylor swift, august by taylor swift, dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift, the great war by taylor swift, champagne problems by taylor swift, the exit by conan gray, jigsaw by conan gray, broken by lovelytheband, devil town by cavetown, we made it by david hugo, walked through hell by anson seabra, come close by anson seabra and youth by troye sivan

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finally, to end this long-ass post [that may or may not have took me an hour to make], here are some reminders :]

please drink some water, stay hydrated!

please eat some food, even if your brain thinks your body doesn't deserve it

sleep if it is past 10pm or before 7am xx

go to the bathroom, if you need to

have a shower, if you need to and can /nf

brush your teeth/hair, if you need to and can /nf

take a break, relax, if you have been working for a while

slow progress is still progress

healing/recovery isn't linear, there will be good days ad bad days

you are loved <3 if not by anyone, but me

it will get better, somehow, even if you don't believe it

please stay safe y'all, ilysm xx

[theworldofmycreations]

Here is the twenty-second and the last of my Power Rangers OCs (for now, anyway).

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Logan Faye Martinez

Age: 11

DOB: September 21st, 2012

Occupation: Sixth Grader, Yellow Cosmic Fury Ranger

Pronouns: She/Her

Friends: Blake (Best Friend), Amelia, Zayto, Ollie, Izzy, Javi, Ayon, Fern

Family: Patricia “Pat” (Mom, Flower Shop Owner), Max (Dad, Journalist), Heidi (Baby Sister, 8 Months Old), Bunny (Pet Mexican Red-Kneed Tarantula)

Likes: Wrestling (she’s the captain of the school’s wrestling team), Boxing, Bugs/Creepy Crawlies, Playing her Keytar, Riding her Dirt Bike, Mud, Reptiles, Rock Climbing

Favorite Color: Yellow

Favorite Food: Spaghetti and Meatballs

Skin Color: Light Medium Golden

Hair Color: Reddish Brown

Eye Color: Heterochromia (one eye is Shamrock Green and the other is Sapphire Blue)

Appearance: She wears a baby corn yellow long t-shirt with white ends and a picture of a vintage yellow airplane on it, black shorts, pale green socks, and gray Vans. Her hair is also in a high ponytail supported by a brown scrunchie. She also has Band-Aids on her legs and her nose.

Facts

-Always been a tomboy

-Often gets confused for a boy because of her name

-She’s often called a freak at school because of her tomboyish personality and heterochromia

-She wants to either become an entomologist or a professional wrestler when she grows up

-Her sword is a Cheetah Cosmic Yellow Zord

-Her heterochromia developed when she was two years old

-She’s a champion dirt bike rider

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Created via Adobe Illustrator.

[practically-an-x-man]

Random asks for the hell of it!

Do you have any more tattoos planned/any dream tattoos?

Top three favorite songs

Favorite Movie Soundtracks (OST etc)

Least favorite foods?

Favorite Actresses

Favorite episode(s) of Stranger Things and why

If you could talk to any one person in history for five minutes, who would you pick and why?

To reference the "My OCs want to be friends with your OCs" post, which of your OCs do you think would get along best with Emily and why?

Thank you so much, friend!! I tried so hard not to just burn through these asks at lightning speed, but I'm just so excited to chat with you!

Tattoos: actually, I keep a Google Doc with all the tattoos I want to get in the future. It's currently at about 17 designs, not counting the two I already have. I think the next one I'm going to get is tiger lilies wrapped around my right forearm: the dragon on my left forearm is for my dad, so the tiger lilies are for my mom. After that, I want to get a stylized sixpence coin with "By flash and thunder fire, I'll survive", my favorite lyric from Seven Seas of Rhye. I feel it represents me, it's very personal.

Top Three Favorite Songs: Only three??? bestie you're killing me!! At the moment...

The Four Horsemen - Metallica

'39 - Queen

Heaven's Gate - Fall Out Boy

Favorite Movie Soundtracks:

How to Train Your Dragon (masterful!! and as a French horn player, I adore those strong and graceful horn lines)

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

Princess and the Frog

Tangled (both the instrumental bits like Kingdom Dance, and the vocally-sung songs)

Fantastic Mr. Fox (idk, it's just fun and kind of unique)

Least Favorite Foods: hm, this one's tough. I'm an adventurous eater, I'm totally game to try anything (safely) once, and there are exceptions to most food rules. I can't stand blue cheese, though. And I don't like octopus, but that's for the texture, not the taste.

Favorite Actresses: Zendaya, Erin Kellyman, Margot Robbie, Anya Taylor-Joy, Adria Arjona, Lupita Nyong'o, Sandra Bullock

Stranger Things: either the start or finale of Season 4, or the mall battle in Season 3. It feels like everything comes together in Season 4 and Eddie has got to be one of my favorite characters (we've talked about this, I liked him before it became a trend), and I just adore the sheer cinematic elements of the battles in seasons 3 and 4. It's so hard to choose! Idk, I just really like when everything falls together, and it's just so visually impressive combined with an absolutely killer score, I can't look away!

Historical Figure: Freddie Mercury is my immediate answer, I'm genuinely sad when I think about the fact that I'll never meet him. From a wider historical perspective, I think it would be interesting to talk with one of the early feminist authors (Christine de Pizan, or even as far back as Enheduanna) and discuss how historical perspectives on women and feminism have evolved.

My OCs and Emily: I'm gonna answer this one in two parts: the OCs that I've actively written about (and that you could, theoretically, read about at this point in time), and all my OCs.

Out of the ones I've written about so far, I think it's a toss-up between Rae and Ophelia. I feel like Rae would get along with her personality-wise, they're both very strong, brazen, and determined women, but Rae also has a very strong sense of justice that might put her at-odds with Emily's more villainous side. I feel like Ophelia wouldn't clash as much, being somewhat morally-gray herself, but they've got different priorities and might not bond quite as well. Olly's very science-minded, everything "superpowered" of hers is what she's built herself, so I can see a point of faint contention with Emily's "innate" gifts and distrust of laboratory environments. It's tough to say who would get along better with her, especially since she's not the most prone to making friends in the first place

HOWEVER, if I open this up to all my OCs, including the ones that I haven't had time to physically write about, I actually have someone who I think would genuinely bond with Emily! Her name is Nyx Bastion (which is a pseudonym, birth name is Nikoletta Bordeaux), she's a Suicide Squad OC I created but haven't yet written up. Keeping this (very) brief, she's captured in Belle Reve with the other vigilantes, but gradually develops a bit of status among the other inmates. Think Mama Morton from Chicago, but working from the inside. Her powers are shadow-oriented, and any skin-to-skin touch marks people with shadows - she marks anyone she wants dead, and her inmate followers take care of the rest. She's got a bit of good in her, just a little (pedophiles and any other truly heinous crimes never last past their first night) but she's an anti-villain if not a true villain herself. Like Emily, she got her powers from unethical experimentation, and like Emily, she'll do just about whatever it takes to protect herself and her very limited circle of loved ones. They're both very intense and ruthless characters, really the dark queens of their respective territories, I feel like they'd have a lot to bond over.

[lexsiyette]

Introduction

Hey guys! I'm LEXSIYETTE! It's your fellow theater nerd!

Normal blog: @lexsiyette

Current Hyperfixation:

Mystery Science Theater 3000

Fandom's I'm in

Hamilton🌟

Amanda the Adventurer📺

Godspell🌈

Little Shop of Horrors🌼

Anything Disney Princess related🏰

Marvel👊

Rescue Team Academy (it's a fandom I created)

Steven Universe 💠

Wings of Fire🐉

Warrior Cats 🐱

Welcome Home 👀

Scott Pilgrim 💔

Peanuts 🐶

Back to the Future 🚘

Rainbow Friends🌈

Spongebob 🧽

Mystery Science Theater 3000 📺

KinitoPET 💻

Hobbies

Drawing, acting, singing, dancing, ranting, being creative

OCS TO RP WITH! (Please rp with me I'm lonely please please please)

Ex- Casual rp, he/him. Theater kid that works backstage, gay little boy 🎦

Lexsi- me 🤩

Tidepool (wings of fire)- SeaWing performer💦

HiddenBlaze (warriors)- Tabby she, medicine cat of BlisterClan (or RiverClan canonically) 🐾

K0811(creepypasta)- lil robot gal 💜🤖

Lucas Van Pelt (peanuts)- Self explanatory, Linus and Lucy's little cousin🩵

Olly Octavius (spongebob)- an orange teenage octopus from rock bottom! 🐙

Peridot 1-4L (Steven Universe)- hey, there are multiple peridots, this isn't the canon one🟢

Muscovite (Steven Universe)- a gray type of gem with lie detector powers🩶

Orange Pearl (Steven Universe)- a rebel pearl, summons a hand fan🟠

Newt (Fursona)- a lil actor Tiger guy who carries a lil doll🐯

Maggie (Welcome Home)- info can be found somewhere on this blog 👁️

Kai (scientist's daughter au)- strange girl I came up with, the crystal obsessed daughter of a scientist💎

Alex Hopper (Back to the Future)- Marty's best friend, a theater kid of course because I self insert a lot (no flame please) 🚘

Alexander Mackowics (fame)- trans broadway actor who is my dream self✨

Phoenix (wings of fire)- A gal from a tribe I created (TigerWings)🐅

Pop (wings of fire)- an animus BubbleWing🫧

FullMoon (wings of fire)- a WillowWing🌑

Leo (wings of fire)- a StarWing💫

Sandy (wings of fire)- a GlassWing🔍

Tulip (wings of fire)- a FlowerWing🏵️

PeridotPebble(warriors)- a cowardly gray tom who loves kits❇️

BurntFace (warriors)- a cat in a hat 🤩🎩

Lexsi Marinn- A Mystery Science Theater host! 📺

George Forrester- Dr. Clayton Forresters twinky grandson 🟢

MORE WILL FOLLOW!

My rp format: (insert descriptive parts here) "insert dialogue here"

Just Me

It's pronounced LEX-SI-YET! NOT LEX-SI-YET-I!

Or, call me Lexsi. Or Ex.

Be creative with my pronouns! Call me "frog" for all I care!

I'm Aroace 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

Quotev: LEXSIYETTE

Wattpad: LEXSIYETTE

AO3: LEXSIYETTE

Favorite Actors: Roger Bart, Anthony Rapp, Jonah Ray, Joel Hodgson, BD Wong, Colin Mocherie, Nathan Lane, Brad Sherwood, Wayne Brady, Ryan Stiles, Greg Proops

ALL ARE WELCOME HERE!

Current Project: Books, OCs, becoming a Broadway star

I hope you have a nice day!

[ghostcaterwaul]

Answer these for whatever OC you'd like to ^-^ 💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to? 💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite? ✂️ SCISSORS - what is the “last straw” for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people? 📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Okay, I’m gonna do a different OC for each question then!

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

Not exactly a habit, more of a negative character trait, but Olly just hates being told what to do. Like, if someone tells her to do something and she was planning on doing that thing anyways, she’ll change her mind about doing it just because someone told her to. She’s also like, overly confrontational at times and can be antagonistic for seemingly no reason (she always has reasons, they just don’t make sense to anyone but her.) She’s not necessarily looking for fights, but she’s always ready for one.

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

This is for Alice, based off of my vague knowledge of flower meanings/symbolism, meant to be representative of her, rather than given to her.

White Oleander - beware

She’s an absolute train wreck, she just hides it really well (at first). She often ends up hurting people who get close to her without meaning to.

Lavender - distrust

Foxglove - secrecy

Has trust issues, therefore keeps a lot of secrets, even when someone has proven themselves trustworthy time and time again.

Daffodil - Unrequited love

Camellia - longing

These concepts are pretty central to Alice’s story.

Purple Hyacinth - regret

Has so many regrets...

I feel bad for making the explanations so vague here, but I’m in the early enough stages of this WIP that anything about it could change and if I put like, any super concrete details about it out there, I’m going to feel obligated to keep those things even if they aren’t working with the story, etc.

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

Jet almost never cuts people out of his life unless they do something harmful to someone that’s not him, mostly because he doesn’t always realize when someone isn’t treating him right, but he’ll notice it if it happens to someone else. He’ll put up with waayyy more bullshit than he should though. It’s a problem.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Misty really likes to make jewelry out of flowers and twigs she’s found by braiding them together. Is almost always wearing a flower crown that she’s made.

[ghostcaterwaul-old]

Do you have any ships for your fandom OCs?

Yes! Most of my fandom OCs were created for romantic roleplaying purposes so most of them have ships.

Misty Sawyer Murphy, usually. Have also shipped her with Jasper, Raven, and Clarke. Kind of ship her with Emori and Luna a bit too. I also lowkey ship her with my other OC, Liam.

Liam Thorne I’ve only gotten to ship him with Murphy in RP, but I also ship him with Octavia, Emori and Raven. And, of course, Misty (see above).

Elijah Stone Jasper and Finn

Nimue kom Floukru Luna. She was literally made because I wanted a Floukru OC to ship with Luna in roleplays.

Jet Gray Being a multifandom OC, I ship him with a variety of different characters from different fandoms, namely Tyler Down, Alex Standall, Cyrus Walker, and Tony Padilla from 13 Reasons Why, Jughead Jones from Riverdale, and Peter Rumancek from Hemlock Grove.

Olivia “Olly” Gray Also multifandom like her brother. Ship her with Justin Foley and Jessica Davis from 13 Reasons Why, and Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, or Toni Topaz from Riverdale.

Ophelia Shipped with Andros

Deirdre Doyle Klaus Mikaelson or Freya Mikaelson.

[alliedn]

Started from nothing, now she has one hell of a family

[flysafepapi]

best interests (do you understand?) 8/?

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Ollie x OFC John x platonic!OFC Tommy x platonic!OFC

tagging: @the-makingsofgreatness​

Summary:  Even in the short amount of time it’s been since Amelia moved to the city, she’s heard all sorts of stories about them. The Peaky Blinders. More than half of the stories, she suspects, are wildly exaggerated and  little more than idle gossip traded when people are well into their cups. Even so, she made a promise to herself to stay away from men who looked like trouble, especially after the last time, and if anyone in this dreary city was trouble, it was them.

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“I was married once, before,” Amelia says, rubbing her thumb over the gold band on her left hand. The details of her life before this, before London, have been deliberately kept a mystery. Ollie knows some of it, from little things she’s let slip in conversations, things she’s deemed safe enough to talk about. Alfie knows, but that was a given. She’s never said a thing to anyone else, until now. 

“When I was sixteen, I fell in love with a neighbourhood boy. Not one of my brother’s friends, I was never that foolish, but someone we all knew. He was sweet to me, and kind, at first. Even my parents were fooled by him, enough to say yes when he went to them to ask if he could marry me. But my brothers weren’t.” 

She lights a cigarette and leans back in her chair, tilting her head back to blow the smoke out in one thin stream. In the dim light, it almost looks beautiful, in a way. 

“They were against it from the start, and I should’ve listened to them, but I didn’t like them very much back then and thought they were just trying to ruin my chance to be happy.”

“What did he do?”

Esme doesn’t look at her, but Amelia knows she’s listening regardless. Everyone else is gone, thankfully, off to wherever it is they go when the work is done. The Garrison, she guesses. 

“He broke me. And I thought I could hide it, or run from it, or- I don’t know. It started small, you know? Complaints that what I made for dinner wasn’t good enough, and bruises from his hands around my wrists. Didn’t take long before it got worse and worse.”

“Amelia-”

“My brothers were smarter than me, always have been, and they knew. I don’t know how, because I hid it as well as I could, but they knew. One day, they came to the house and took him away. And I never saw him ever again. And I never let myself get that close to anyone else again, until-”

For a minute, she stares up at the ceiling, lost in the memories. Sometimes, when the nightmares find their way back to her, she can still feel his hands around her neck when she wakes, locked tight around her throat. 

“That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that regardless of what his reputation might be, Tommy wouldn’t. I know he wouldn’t.”

“How long have you known him?”

“Long enough to know that he’s a liar, and a thief, and a thousand other things that would’ve gotten him locked away by now if he wasn’t one of the smartest people I’ve known. But he’s not one of them. Trust me, if you can’t trust him. I can’t tell you that it’ll be the happiest marriage. But sometimes being safe is better than being happy.”

“Is that why you’re with your man up in London? Because he’s safe?”

“God, no. He works for the only man in this country that could kill me and face no retaliation from my brothers.” 

“Why is that?”

Amelia’s never told anyone this, either. 

“He’s family too, and they know that if he killed me, it must’ve been for a damn good reason.”

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“Just the woman we wanted to see!”

Her plan had been to get a drink and some peace and quiet, but apparently it’s not to be. She’s too exhausted to argue and lets John herd her into the small room just off the entrance to the pub, taking a seat across from him, almost directly opposite Finn.

“How have you been, Finn?”

Amelia’s sure Finn mumbles something, when he ducks his head and concentrates on the papers in front of him like they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, but for the life of her she can’t understand the words. She shares an amused grin with Arthur and John, and takes pity on the youngest, shifting her attention to the bottle of whiskey on the table. 

She’s listening to Arthur extolling the virtues of the women of London, highly amused at his frustration at not being able to tell his stories how he wants with his youngest brother sitting there, when the door opens and Isiah steps through with someone she doesn’t recognise. The cousin, she figures. 

“Lia! I was beginning to think you’d never come out again.”

“It’s payday.”

“Told you,” he says, to the boy beside him, a triumphant grin on his face. 

“Get into a fight, did you?”

“Some idiots at the Marquis of Lorne. Tried to stop me and Isaiah from drinking, but it's all right.”

Amelia eyes the bruises, then sighs when she hears Arthur ask where Jeremiah is. Whatever follows isn’t going to be anything good. She should probably stop them, but the more Isiah talks, explaining what happened, the less inclined she is to keep them from doing something stupid. Fucking racists.

“Stay here with Amelia, alright?”

“Where are they going?”

Amelia shares a look with Isiah. 

“The Marquis of Lorne.”

“Shame,” she sighs, picking up John and Arthur’s cards to see what they’ve got in their hands, “That was a nice pub.”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, right. Amelia, this is Michael. That lost cousin you were talking about with Tommy earlier. Michael, this is the lovely Amelia. Strictly hands off,” Isiah winks at her, “If you want to keep your hands.”

“Sleeping with one of them, then?”

“Sorry?”

Michael is, apparently, entirely blind to both social cues and the warning tap on the shoulder Isiah gives him, hissing at him to shut up before he does something that he can’t take back. 

“Excuse me?”

“I thought nothing was off limits to the Peaky Blinders.”

“Alright, Amelia, we should be-”

Isiah cuts off abruptly when Amelia raises a hand to stop him. 

“What’s the rush? We were just getting better acquainted, weren’t we, Michael?”

Finn looks like he’s trying to shrink into the wall, looking down at his hands to avoid her eyes, and Isiah closes his eyes and leans his head back against the back of the booth in resignation. Michael barely spares them a glance as Amelia shuffles along the seat, around the table, until she’s sitting close enough to him that she could probably count his eyelashes. 

“You want to know what it is I do for your cousins, to make me off limits? Get a little taste of what I can do?”

“I don’t have any money left after the drinks.”

Isiah winces.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. The first one is free, just like it was for your cousins. Sound good?”

“Alright,” he says, looking at her with just a hint of colour in his cheeks, and though he tries to sound authoritative, she can hear the slight tremor in his voice from her hand on his knee. Not a lot of girls in the village, she guesses, or parents that wouldn’t let him go near any of them. “Go ahead.”

The knife in her hand is sharp, she knows, she sharpened it herself just the night before when sleep wouldn’t come, and she knows that he feels the lethal press of it against the inside of his thigh, right against where she knows very well the femoral artery runs. He goes rigid, and she leans in to whisper in his ear. 

“I don’t care who you’re related to, or what their reputation is. Imply I’m a whore again, Michael,” she drags the knife down, towards his knee, not pressing down hard enough to do any damage but enough to make the threat known, “And what they’re out doing to the men that gave you those bruises will feel like a fucking kiss from the angels above compared to what I’ll do. And when I’m done, all the whores in the world won’t be able to help you, because there won’t be anything left. Understand?”

She lets the silence stretch for a long moment, and when it becomes apparent that he’s not going to answer her, she presses down a little harder, watching as the fibres in the fabric separate neatly under the wickedly sharp blade. 

“I said, do you understand?”

“Michael-”

“Yes,” he grits out, humiliated and feeling angry about it. Less than it happened and more that it happened with an audience. “I understand.”

“Good boy.”

[runwiththerain]

okay okay im putting my oc rant to ash on here

these are summaries of my main characters in the wallflowers

its this small town au right. set in australia. basically a bunch of one shots set in the same universe. theres this main group of five characters. uhhh lets start with ollie. hes a classic trans guy, his middle name is jude so his group of friends call him oj or orange juice. he surfs so whenever he gets out of the water he has the cutest hair (it's platinum blonde and curly ish) and also he's in a band with some of his other friends (not the main characters) as the drummer. his music taste is like cavetown and all time low and waterparks and he has joint issues and is also autistic

next is park. they have a crush on ollie and vice versa and theyre so obliviously in love with each other. park is short for parker but no one of his friends really calls them that. they're non binary and love basketball and coding/robotics and also making short films. theyre depressed and also have dyscalculia. they moved to the town at age five from the philippines and and since they couldnt communicate well no one really talked to them until ollie did. park listens to anson seabra conan gray lauv alec benjamin

okay up next is leo. short for leonardo but none of his friends call him that. his five siblings call him angel cause his middle name is angelo. he's aroace and in one of the one shots he establishes a qpr with les (who you'll hear about next) who he's known his whole live and lives next door to and they have a treehouse in the park down the street thats just theirs to hang out in. he's a soccer player and loves woodworking and painting. he's dyslexic and bipolar and a massive marvel fan. leo likes ajr why dont we and top mainly

now, les. which is short for lesley. they are a genderfluid icon, especially with her outfits. he listens to girl in red, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, halsey. while theyre in a qpr with leo, they also have a crush on ella (next up and final). she knows a little french cause she's mauritian and her maman is teaching her it (her parents are wlw btw). she has two younger brothers who can be annoying but he loves them. he also plays soccer like leo, as well as trombone and he's in a jazz band, and finally ice hockey which is why he's at the ice rink with anna so much. they have adhd and anxiety and yeah

finally, ella. which is short for anneliese (which ik is weird). she has a bunch of nicknames that im not bothered to list. if you didn't know her you'd think she was straight but in fact she's a raging lesbian who 1. is oblivious to the fact that les has a crush on her and 2. has a massive crush on another girl who also figure skates at her rink. so yeah, she figure skates, and is also on student council and does photography so she and park work close together sometimes. her mum died of cancer so she lives with her dad and older sister and moved to their town when she was like 10. she has ocd and anorexia and listens to taylor swift and one direction mainly

[theworldofmycreations]

Here is the twenty-first and second-to-last of my Power Rangers OCs (for now, anyway).

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Maeve Elodie Jones

Age: 8

DOB: June 27th, 2013

Occupation: Third Grader, Purple Dino Fury Ranger

Pronouns: She/Her

Friends: Claire (Best Friend), Zayto, Ollie, Amelia, Izzy, Javi, Aiyon

Family: Joseph (Dad, Pharmacist), Jodi (Mom, Office Worker), Wesley and Grayson (Older Twin Brothers, 25, Business Entrepreneurs), Popo (Pet Yorkshire Piglet)

Likes: Writing Stories, Making Up Stories, Archery, Playing the Piccolo, Riding her Bike, Tulips, Red-Eyed Tree Frogs, Old Cowboy Movies

Favorite Color: Purple

Favorite Food: Blackberries

Skin Color: Medium Almond

Hair Color: Light Golden Brown

Eye Color: Light Gray

Appearance: She wears a purple t-shirt with a rose on it, brown shorts, pale blue leg warmers, and pink shoes. Her hair is also in space buns supported by orange hair ties.

Facts

-Popo was a gift given to her by her grandfather after his mother rejected him

-Maeve is her parent’s rainbow child born seventeen years after her older twin brothers

-She wants to be an author when she grows up

-Her sword is a purple Ptero Talon Zord

-She’s a champion archer and has been in archery lessons since she was six

-Her fascination with red-eyed tree frogs began when she was four and she took a field trip to the zoo with her playgroup and she got to hold one during a reptile demonstration

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