#orginal character tag

[oc-factoids]

Tag the OC that has changed the most since you first made them

[auditect]

Here's an alignment chart I came up with:

You can show what your OCs or favourite characters would do in this situation:

[skywalkersolos-blog]

Star Wars OC (Q and A)

1.) Characters name meaning (every character in star wars has a name meaning which always fits their character-Darth Vader means; dark father) what is your OC's name meaning?

2.) Which planet was your oc born on? Why did you chose that planet (if there is a special meaning behind it)? Did your oc like their homeworld or did they move to another planet?

3.) What is their favorite type of star wars ship? (Luke had his X-Wing and Han had the Falcon.) Did they win this ship in a game, build the ship, or was it personally made for them (like Luke did in Legends for Mara Jade)? Would they rather ride on a different ship?

4.) What is your OC's favorite way to wear their hair? Rather their hair style is from their planet traditions (much like Leia's) or is styled the way they want it to be?

5.) What is your OC's droid of choice? Do they even have a droid that belonged in their family (like Luke)? Did they build a droid for a current reason or wish to build a droid from parts they collected over time? (like Anakin did for C-3PO)? Did they meet a droid on a back drop planet (like Cal did with BD-1)? Or did they reprogram it (much like Cassian and K-2SO)? How does your oc feel about caring for their droids; do they give them an oil bath, fix their parts, keep them up to date, or do they let them rust away?

6.) What is your Oc's weapon of choice when it comes to blasters, lightsabers, and other weapons within the galaxy? Have they ever lost their own weapon? How do they adopt to fights without their weapon?

7.) What would your OC's lightsaber color be? (Rather it be purple for the light and dark side of the force, a green lightsaber to show they are more of a talker than a fighter, blue to show they are reasonable and will fight when they need to be, yellow for those that do not seek glory, or red to handle their own want and ways. Basically their force style is what this question means)

8.) What is your Oc's favorite food within the galaxy? Do they have a favorite drink to do along with it? Do they have a special place or to eat at?

9.) What is your oc's dream job within the galaxy? Rather it be a smuggler, Jedi, bounty hunter, or other jobs-what would they like to do the most within the galaxy? Do they have to travel across the stars a lot? Do things they don't want to do just to survive?

10.) What is your OC's favorite star wars animal (rather it be a porg, loth-cat, or another creature? Where did you oc met the animal? Did they original want a pet or did it just happen? Do the animal do anything funny or silly at times to get attention?

11.) What is your Oc's goal within the larger world of the galaxy? Do they want to find something out within the galaxy? Do they want adventure? Or do they just want to belong?

12.) What is your oc's favorite item they hold onto (Han had his golden dice)? Who gave it to them and how important is the item? Would they let the item ever be parted from them? What would they do if it was stolen? Would they give the item to someone else for a time being?

13.) What time period would your Oc want to be born into when it comes to the star wars universe? (the New Republic, the old Republic, star wars legends, star wars ep 1-3, star wars ep 4-6, star wars ep 7-9, Andor, Mandalorian era?) Why would they chose that era? Who would they like to met? What adventure would they love to go on?

14.) What if your oc was given the chance to travel within the World between worlds and they were given a chance to change one thing about their life; what would it be? How would this change them as a character? Would it have changed their path in life?

15.) What is your oc's favorite star wars saying? (rather it be wizard, by the force, may the force be with you or another saying), How many times do they say it a day? Who do they say it too? How did they learn it? Do people get annoyed with them saying it all the time?

16.) What does your oc like about the galaxy? What does your oc dislike about the galaxy? How would they like to change the galaxy (rather it be for better or for the worst)?

[luniise-kel]

my ocs: tamy and turbo

[velvetti]

A mole was found

Warning: Non-con, double penetration, rape, bondage, threesome, implied no aftercare, gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, rushed, not proofread, this is more like a oneshot.

If accidentally getting affiliated with the mafia is unlucky, then you would be the god of bad luck. And unfortunately for you, after being assigned to spy on the mafia for over a year, they had managed to find documents detailing their exploits, which gave them enough evidence to drag you to the torture interrogation room.

Like any normal person, you tried to resist but let's be honest, could you really fight against trained mafia members dragging you by both of your arms? Not to mention when they've been annoyed by your constant resistance, they knocked you out by smashing your head against the wall, hard enough to make you unconscious but not hard enough to kill you.

By the time that you have woken up, you were set on your knees on the floor, hands tied behind your back with a blindfold over your eyes. The position...confused you? Usually traitors would be set on a wooden chair, fully tied down with a gag in their mouth, not whatever position you are in.

You could slightly make out the layout of the room based on how the light is shining down on you, seemed like the mafia members didn't bother to give you a thicker blindfold. There is a single lightbulb over your head, otherwise most of the room is dark and quiet. In the mist of confusion, you decided to risk something, tapping your finger on the floor and pretending to be impatient in order to try to use the echos to imagine the room's layout.

The plan worked, but things didn't seem to be in your favour as the room turned out to be quite large. How could you even escape in these circumstances???

Right at that moment, you heard footsteps echoing from a direction, cutting your line of thought almost immediately. The sound is somewhat scattered, you could make out that two people are heading towards you. You feel the light shining on your blindfold getting slightly darker, someone is standing right in front of you.

You heard murmurs and whispers, a cold sweat fell down your forehead while your hands fiddled together. You figured it's the best decision to stay silent and not say anything unless you're talked to, after all there isn't any reason to give away any information about yourself.

You felt a pair of hand grips your chin, the fingers digging into your cheeks and tilting it to different angles. You assumed it was to judge your appearance, which seemed to be at least attractive since you heard an amused hum from whoever was checking you out.

You felt your waits being held, turned over to your back before your head is placed on a lap of one of the two people, your knees being held up to your shoulders. The only thing you could hear is the sound of belts buckling and your voice protesting whatever the two are trying to do to you.

You froze the moment you felt the heat of something hot right over your face, as well as the feeling of your clothes being unbuttoned. Without any warning, the warm length shoves into your mouth, causing you to gag almost instantly, tears building in your eyes.

Meanwhile underneath, two fingers were knuckles deep in your hole, stretching it open and revealing your insides to the cold air. The fingers didn't stop rearranging your insides while the length moves in your mouth, ignoring all your gags and pathetic noises.

The second length eventually enters your under hole, a pair of hands grips your hips to move you more steadily. The cock in your mouth muffles your noises, shoving deeper down your throat when the length underneath pulls out to its tip, just to ram inside you again, giving you a bulge on your lower stomach.

You were biting your underlip, trying your best to not make any noises but they kept going out of your throat without any sign of stopping. You felt so violated yet it felt so good getting your insides ruined by people you don't even know the face off, unable to fight back and vulnerable like some kind of onahole.

The cock in your mouth was pulled out, a small strand of saliva connected its tip to your lips and left a quiet pop sound. The person holding your waist suddenly held you up straight, burying the length inside you deeper and grinding it against your spot. Before you could make sense of anything, the cock positions its tip against your entrance. You tried to protest and push the first person off, it was only met by a spank on your ass and the person shoving their cock into you.

The two started going by a faster pace, each taking turns to hit your deepest spot as the person behind you pulled your head back by your hair, the person in front of you shoved two fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans and play with your tongue.

After half an excruciating hour, they finally finished inside you with a grunt. At this point, your mind was already blanked, your body sweating and twitching from the intense workout, your hole gaping even when they pulled out and tears falling down from your eyes, staining the blind fold.

You heard a few small sentences before you pass out.

"What should we do with them, boss?"

"Keep them, they're good as a stress reliever."

At least now you know that you're good in bed <3

Author note: This will get a remake due to the unsatisfactory of the plot.

[erinwantstowrite]

Local private detective office thinks weird college student should get some self preservation instincts!!

Just some doodles of some ocs before I start writing today. I found an old story from middle school and I redesigned all of them for fun,,,, but now I think I'm kind of obsessed with them. oopsies! it will happen again

[cyrusthemagician]

Made this as an appreciation to the creativity of this amazing fandom aswell as some friends! I love all of these ocs designs and I've been waiting for an excuse to draw alot of them.. I love this fandom the hyperfixation is real and qhat better way to express my love for it for cramming 13 different full body rendered ocs in one drawing?!??!

I'm normal..

There are so many ocs in this drawing I legit will have to make a separate post for the singles .. (oc credits under cut)

Oc credits!!:

@speedyeatsdirt speedy (middle front row, blue robot)

@burrotello bumper (far right 2nd row, red band master)

@sm-baby able (far right front row, deck of cards)

@mea-art (far left 3rd row, blue balloon dog)

@mix-art (far left front row, blue, yellow, and pink balls)

@jamismejamiam fibula (left back row, colorful ball)

@onixaart xion (middle 2nd row, blue angel rings)

@skittikyu stiltikyu (far left back row, tall green haired)

@summeryseaserpent muna (right front row, small green cat)

@gravphobia pyn (far left 2nd row, gumball machine)

@rabid-mercenary15 erubus (right third row, orange and yellow bat)

@meat-pvppet (far right back row, pink, yellow, and blue puppet)

Aswell as another friend who is offsite! Kosen (right back row, blue fire ghost)

(If u don't see ur ocs single it will be in the next upload- dhegyeye)

(If any of these are wrong I will explode, pity the horrendous oc descriptions hfgdh)

[willczek-art]

Decided to give Dragon Age another try and the first character I meet COMPLETELY wins me over in a matter of seconds-

[heartofmortis]

✶ Lionheart

Robb Stark x (Baratheon/Lannister!) Reader

TAGS: friends to enemies to lovers, slow burn, one bed, childhood friends, arranged marriage, female rage, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, canon compliant (boooo!), major character death

NOTE: so this is also an oc fic on wp, but i wanted to try out something new! in rewriting to second person, some edits have been made. there will be no y/n, and there are other ocs in this fic (since that’s what i usually write) and reader does have some physical descriptions.

i’m in suchhhhh a robb stark brainrot atm, this is how i’m coping 🫶

TIMELINE: season / book one onwards. a mix of show & book canon!

SUMMARY: A soft heart is no curse.

You are nothing like your parents. Your mother’s first-born, most deeply adored. Born in the ashes of a victorious rebellion, you are the brightest spring child in King’s Landing. Free as the breeze whistling through the trees, love burns in your veins like sun rays. (You’re too good for this world, your mother whispers as she holds her daughter close. No one will hurt you. You’re safe here with me.)

The Pearl of King’s Landing, they called you. Sun-bright and untouchable. To be beloved by the Smallfolk is a rare gift, and you bear it proudly. A little doe beside your father, a great stag, and your mother-lion.

A soft heart is no curse. You believe it until you spend a month travelling north with your family, a trip that spins your world on its axis, and won’t let you come home. When you are left alone in a vast castle with no true company, your pretty heart can only be a curse. No one trusts a naive girl raised in the lion’s den — not even when steel cuts across your palms, blood soaking your fingers as you try to protect a boy you hardly know. Your mother was the only one who allowed you to be yourself. (The North does not find courage in the kindness of princesses.)

Your soft heart is a curse until the day Robb Stark takes it in his hands and promises to keep it safe.

Against a thousand odds, in a moment of peace within a storm of chaos, he finally accepts you. And you feel like you belong for the first time since you left the safety of the Red Keep. (No one will hurt you here with me. I’ll protect you.)

A soft heart is a beauty on a battleground. A light in the dark, an anchor. Undying, and calling for your love to come home safe. Alive. But a soft heart is only pretty until it bleeds. Until it rains. Until it screams. Until you want to claw it from your chest and throw it to the lions who claim to love you.

(Your soft heart, devoured by the Young Wolf, rots beside him.)

wattpad / playlist

━━ ACT ONE; northern attitude

prologue / posted 11.10.24

chapter one / posted 21.10.24

& more coming soon!

[nina-cook]

[oc-factoids]

Tag the OCs

[themaarika]

OC

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[this-particular-femboy]

The Boar King

I recently found out about Technoblade and immediately fell in love with his character. Inspired this piece, and maybe an entire character in shattered sky. Rest in peace king o7.

[kugelfische]

fish man

[wolfdinner]

hiii .... more art !! i finally drew brian !!

plus tim again argh and an oc i just wanted to show off

[velvetti]

You are my liberty

T/W: Imply human trafficking, alcohol abuse, mlm relationship, no direct mention of consent, minors/fem aligned DNI, angst/comfort + smut.

To him, you were a fever dream, a beautiful white rose blooming under the moonlight in a garden of wilting wild flowers, a cold gust of wind in the middle of a hot summer night. You make him wonder if you ever existed at all, or if it's just another hallucination he had during his dark times, when he was struggling to live day by day.

The memories of your first encounter had long engraved itself into his soul. It was a snowy day, right in the middle of September just a few decades ago when he was a child. Forced to watch as the pedestrians walk by him, ignore him, trample him while he slowly dies from hunger and cold inside a dark alleyway, he calls that moment one of the luckiest in his miserable life.

Because, it's when you laid your eyes on him for the first time. He wished he could've travelled back in time and embraced you right then and there instead of halting for a moment like an idiot, but he couldn't blame his past self, you are the most beautiful person he has ever witnessed. Can you blame him for smiling stupidly like a puppy when you offered him a loaf of bread?

He really did love you at first sight, if not love, then what could explain his emotions whenever he talks to you?

His dreams were brutally cut off by the sound of his glass of whisky falling from his work desk. This was the third time that he fell asleep while doing paperwork, by the emperor's words, "A commander shall not halt the empire's progress with his personal troubles", thus, here he is, forced to finish his paperwork while being depressed.

He struggles with paperwork every single day after your disappearance, saying that he was worried was an understatement, the world didn't even have colours when you left. He refused to even go into any taverns during his day off as a commander, just because whenever he looked at the wall, he might be greeted with a missing poster with your face on it, smiling as beautifully as he first remembered you.

He wouldn't call you his soulmate, soulmates can live a life without each other, while without you, he just wants to drown himself in liquor so he could continue seeing you in his dreams. He needed you to live, not just exist.

It didn't take him that long to find a lead about you, after all, everything can be purchased by money. Just a few hundred gold coins and he had already managed to find out where you are. To his surprise, you were kidnapped and are going to be auctioned off soon.

So, he simply killed off the owner of the auction house and stole you before anyone else could even think of getting their pesky hands on your body :)

The bastard had the audacity to lock you in a cage, you even felt skinnier than the last time he hugged you! He should've made the death slower, but he was too excited to see you again. He quickly wrapped his cape around your body and hugged you tightly, at least you're back in his arms again.

;

Fearing that you'll find a way to leave him again, he has decided, why not make you his little husband? It's too cruel to lock you up physically and he doesn't want you to be depressed, you won't be able to get away when you're legally bound to him anyways.

So, without much of a thought, he literally begged you to marry him, hugging your waist while whining to your already flustered self, it took him days if not weeks just to convince you, but in the end, he managed and almost pinned you down and did you right then and there. But he held back, he wanted to wait for you guys' honeymoon, for you to have a proper wedding instead of acting by his own desires, he might've been a cruel person but he's not an asshole.

;

How many times was this already?

Counting just today, a total of three times. He had made love with you three times in a single day during your 2 weeks long honeymoon, and this is just the first day.

The first time was quite- no, very long. At first, he was very gentle, he didn't tore off your white suit the moment you both got on the bed, instead he went slow and made sure to prepare you thoroughly. He promptly fucked you in a mating press position right after you have adjusted though, only slowing down slightly when you sobbed and digged your nails into his back, he kept having that annoying sly smirk on his face, proud to be the one taking your first time and making it worthwhile. The total amount of rounds you've both gone in one night? 15 times, with breaks in-between, of course.

The second time, it was a little more tame compared to the first time. Well, if you count fucking in a garden, anything close to being tame. He bent you over the bench and rearranged your insides right then and there. Your body was still sore from yesterday, so he tried going gentle this time, but he had to grip onto your hips for dear life to refrain from losing his mind. You managed to keep your sounds fairly quiet, so no unfortunate servants passing by would have to hear the embarrassing sounds coming out of your mouth.

The third time, he held the grudges from the second time and let all of them out on you after dinner. You were forced to wear a pair of laced underwear, the provocative kind that shouldn't be seen by any children whatsoever. Your wrists tied together by his tie while he makes out with you and fucks you at the same time. The marks before haven't even completely disappeared from your body, yet they've been replaced with a new one, littered from your inner thighs to your neck.

All of that horny stuff aside, you had to give your little husband a kiss on the forehead after all the rounds you both have gone through. He fell asleep almost immediately afterwards, hugging your waist and resting his head on your chest, without any sort of defence whatsoever. Letting out a sigh, at this point, you don't know if your husband is secretly a golden retriever in disguise or not.

A/N: The end was a bit rushed, if you couldn't tell. The golden retriever thingy is a reference to one of my work that's still a work-in-progress. Thanks for reading, I hope you like this post :b