#oc: zeke [redacted]

[comedyl0ser]

im recapping my redacted listener OCs nationalities so i dont forget lol

Fang Fawzi (Freelancer): Egyptian

Faaz Fawzi (Honey): Egyptian

Vivian Bousławski (Babee): Polish

Zory Ekel (Angel): Russian

Zeke Yeatman (Darlin'/Tank): British

Ožbalt Škof (Lovely): Slovenian

Redd Faßmann (Sweetheart): Austrian/German

Rodrick Nikolaou (Bestie): Cypriot

Valentine Hlaváček (Doc): Czechic

Ludvig Kling (Starlight): Swedish

Calvin De la Croix (Sunshine): French

Hazim Lazaar (Treasure): Morocann

Kolt Davis (Lasko's Coworker): Kiwi

okay bye 👋

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

New Ocs!

I have new ocs to introduce, some that aren’t on my masterlist yet (but I’ll add them soon, I promise) (I have too many Gotham ocs, I know that I’ll probably scrap some of them, but until then...)

Shadowhunters

Marceline Seymour - Mundane (with Sight); future Elys’ girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Holland Roden!

Vincent “Vice” Verlac - Shadowhunter; Nico’s best friend (and ex boyfriend); just wants to be a singer; doesn’t care about fighting;

His faceclaim is Charlie Gillespie!

Descendants

Esme Balthazar - daughter of Edgar Balthazar; cat lover; her and Carlos are besties; ship TBD

Her faceclaim is Maria Ehrich!

Celestine - daughter of Blue Fairy

Her faceclaim is Maude Apatow!

Bernadette “Bernie” Poppins - daughter of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin sister of Armie

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Armie Poppins - child of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin brother of Bernie

His faceclaim is Noah Schnapp!

Gavin - son of the White Knight; sweetest boy ever; 

His faceclaim is Matt Cornett!

Brielle - daughter of the Red Knight

Her faceclaim is Sadie Soverall!

Rowan Cheshire - child of the Cat of Cheshire and Redacted; 

Their faceclaim is Joy Sunday!

Glee

Jean St James - sister of Jesse St James; the sweetest girl in town; already famous singer

Her faceclaim is Olivia Rodrigo!

Maya Puckerman - younger sister of Noah Puckerman; Cheerio; New Directions memeber; wasn’t there for the first season for reasons lmao

Her faceclaim is Alexia Demie!

Mirabelle Ryder - Cheerio; no plot just vibes

Her faceclaim is Sofia Carson!

Morgan Smith - Cheerio; one of the Originals New Directions member; future Broadway star; (maybe a Rachel ship... tbd)

Her faceclaim is Lili Reinhart!

Melanie Jay - Football Player at McKinley (the only girl in the team); New Directions Memeber; basically girly girl who likes to play football and sing and that can kick your ass

Her faceclaim is Hailee Steinfeld!

Dulcinea “Dulcie” Klempt - niece of Isabelle Wright; famous dancer

Her faceclaim is Kristine Froseth!

Ezekiel “Zeke” Wright - son of Isabelle Wright; hates being famous; just wants a normal teenage life; hides in Lima for not handle New York shit

His faceclaim is Dylan Sprayberry!

Stranger Things

Effie Munson - Eddie Munson’s younger sister; probably a Robin ship (TBD)

Her faceclaim is Emma Mackey!

Sunny Henderson - Dustin Henderson’s older sister; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Haley Lu Richardson!

Ethan Clifford - sweetest guy in all Indiana; ends up in the middle of the Hawkins Supernatural Chaos by accident

His faceclaim is Joshua Bassett!

Gotham

Annalise Pennyworth - niece of Alfred Pennyworth; Bruce (potential Bruce x Selina) ship

Her faceclaim is McKenna Grace (and probably Meg Donnelly when she’s older but... TBD)!

Margaret Gordon - young sister of Jim Gordon; the darling of the GCPD (does she work there? No) 

Her faceclaim is Florence Pugh!

Virginia Falcone - daughter of Carmine Falcone; sister of Sofia and Mario Falcone; (don’t know about her for the vigilante thing... I’m more towards yes but not sure yet)

Her faceclaim is Zoey Deutch!

Karina Wayne - aunt of Bruce Wayne; Wayne Enterprices’ heiress (at least half of it); future vigilante (name tbd)

Her faceclaim is Anne Hathaway!

Vera Wayne - twin sister of Bruce Wayne (or at least this is what they think... spoiler: she isn’t)

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Myra “Hel” Mooney - niece of Fish Mooney; rich bitch energy 

Her faceclaim is Savannah Lee Smith!

Penelope Fisher - private detective; just wants to know what the fuck is going on in Gotham; the law can’t stop her lmao

Her faceclaim is Emma Stone!

Elijah Crow - no plot just vibes; vigilante for sure but name TBD

His faceclaim is Dominic Sherwood!

Mireille Lacroix - first and only daughter of an elite family of Gotham; future vigilante (name TBD)

Her faceclaim is Dove Cameron!

[wellbehavedyeti]

Where I Belong

Tabletop orc OC’s collide Thrug/Zeke (Zeke belongs to @axelwarriorvs )

Thrug reflects on why he hasn’t left yet and what he wants. Lyrics from “Where I Belong” by Plàsi.

Memories, are you what I believe? Prejudice, you are bigger than you seemed.

The music filled his ears, giving the gloom of the day a sort of soundtrack on the way home. More work than home, at this point, if Thrug were honest with himself. All of his free time he could manage he spent at Zeke’s, doing all manner of things they could think of. The red in his face at the thought having nothing to do with the chill that hung in the autumn air. Luckily no one paid him any mind thanks to the wireless headphones that Zeke had given him. With them most people seemed to leave him be, or at the very least he couldn’t hear them. An introvert’s best friend. Thrug couldn’t recall the brand, although his friend had made some sort of joke about them. 

“Oh no, he’s got his [redacted] in! He can’t hear us!” 

Whatever they were, they made the walk across town peaceful. Enough so that he had to wonder if maybe a pair of these things was all he’d ever needed to stick to one place. Usually before now Thrug would move on, his wanderlust kicking in when the feeling that he didn’t belong became too strong to ignore. It started in his father’s house, like wading through wet sand and wondering if anything would ever change until he realized he could just leave. Keep walking until he ran out of money, get a job for a year or so and get moving when he had the funds. Plenty had asked why he didn’t stick to any one place, to which Thrug just muttered something about wanting to see the world. He was young and ambitious enough to be believed. Never once did he mention the emptiness he carried with him because he was determined to find the answer on his own, to find his own way to what he wanted. Home, specifically the lack thereof, and space to call his own. Problem was he didn’t know what that felt like or how to find it, so he kept walking. 

Emptiness, you make it hard to speak. Loneliness, are you the one I seek?

All the more curious to him that he’d stayed here this long. Thrug unlocked and stepped through the back gate of his employer’s home, back among the plants he’d cultivated for two years. A smile tugged at the normally somber expression of the orc as he set to work. Sunlight broke when he made his way through the lush greenery of the garden, almost as if his presence there made the day brighter. He’d stumbled on this place by chance, some rich guy who wanted his garden to be pristine year round even though he was hardly ever there. Called it a summer home, but he’d only seen the man twice since he was “hired”. So Thrug took up residence in the garden house, at peace among the smell of dirt and plants. Every day just like today, stopping my every one of his precious projects, carefully removing weeds and insects that could cause harm and relocating them elsewhere. Even they deserved a chance to grow. Until he met Zeke, Thrug had spent most of his time here when he wasn’t selling his services as a handyman and found it far too easy to spend the entire day tilling the soil with his bare hands. 

The same hands stopped working the soil of a new plot, a new bed for one of many green children, and he stared down at nothing in particular. Flashes of the man whose bed he’d left that morning, a conjured crown of flowers left on Zeke’s head and a pleasant sort of soreness in his body to remind him just where he’d been. The earth under his hands like the pliant body beneath his fingertips, the breeze among the leaves, the quiet sighs that Zeke tried to hold in. The sunlight that broke through clouds paled against his warmth. This garden had made living here easy to bear, but as his mind drifted to the man he spent his time with he felt for the first time like he wanted to stay. 

Searching peace, in my heart and my soul. Somewhere else, or will you be my home?

A sigh of his own left to join the swaying of trees, swallowed by the music still in his ears. Thrug sat back against the stone beds of the garden, dabbing sweat off his forehead with his discarded shirt, eyes closed against the sun. He could no longer deny that this place, this city, had become familiar to him. Most of which because he’d traveled with Zeke. ‘Well,’ he thought, grinning around his tusks, ‘You always did have a fondness for things that were green.’ His chuckles broke the quiet of the moment, amber eyes challenging the sun when he opened them again. He should stop by the library, get a book on flowers and plants and get Zeke to tell him which one he liked best. Thrug’s eyes turned to the fresh plot he’d just set up. He’d grow it there for him. For them. A permanent addition to his little haven specifically for him. 

Would Zeke like that? He had no idea. In fact he didn’t know just how serious the other orc wanted this to get. For someone so well spoken and analytical, he wasn’t very good at saying what he wanted. Not that Thrug had any room to speak. He’d formed the flower crown to let his friend know he’d be back, a vague gesture that could have been much simpler and clearer with a note.  Thrug didn’t know how to say “I’ll be back later” much less how much he’d like to spend the foreseeable future with him. Words never carried much weight with him anyway. Too many promises never kept because they had no intention to. They’d got this far together anyway, he figured the act would be enough of a gesture to say what he wanted. Hell, he might even get a kiss out of it. 

Is this where I belong?

He made to stand, tossing the discarded shirt over his shoulder. Using just a little bit of druidic touch to give his babies an edge over other plants as a goodbye, Thrug headed out. A warmth bloomed in his chest knowing he was going back to Zeke’s place, a seed of hope lodged so firmly in his chest it would likely carry him through the entire day. It may be fleeting, and it may all come crashing down, but for once he finally felt like he found where he belonged. He’d do absolutely anything he could to enjoy it while he could and maybe begin to extend his roots. 

[sleepvines]

which of ur ocs would you get along best with if you met them, and which would you really really hate?

THIS IS A GREAT QUESTION

honestly I would get along great with a lot of them, especially [REDACTED] whom I love so dearly

but he’s not from here, haha

I project a lot onto my ocs honestly, so we’d be a bit similar, but I’d like talking to the more academic types I think! Chatting about biology with Marlin sounds like a good time -w-

Sundae, Zeke, and Kat would be fun to hang out with, Féar seems pleasant to journey with, Atlas would be calm to drink tea with…

Claudio and lumen………that would be fun :)

As for OCs I would dislike to be around…? Trick for sure. Cassius maybe he’s kind of obnoxious and has rich kid vibes (bleh)

there’s some ocs in the Curvor headworld that I’d dislike but I haven’t posted em aside from serse lol. We tend to make ocs that we find enjoyable, but we need to branch into unsavory kinds more