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Blorbo Repository (Under Construction)

Aka “I have too many ocs and not enough time, campaigns or stories to put them in”

This is basically just a masterlist of all my semi-developed or developed ocs either for use in DND or wips i have no concept of yet. Arranged by category. Links to small character intros will come eventually, if you want to know more about the oc.

[Note: Some of these OCs are for half-thought or half-drafted wips, subject to be changed in the future]

WIPs

Away From Hallowed Ground

1. Theodore Agnelli (The High Prophet)

18. Gay. Nonbinary. Main character of Away From Hallowed Ground. False prophet of the God of Death who doesn’t realize he’s a false prophet. Dark academia vibes mixed with Catholic guilt. Devoted to the point of obsession. Needs a hug.

2. Silas Payne (The Devoted Saint)

19. Bisexual. Cisgender. Deurogonist and “love interest” (it’s complicated) in Away From Hallowed Ground. Ritualistic serial killer for the God of Death. Also devoted to the point of obsession. Doomed by the narrative. Funny, but macabre.

3. Paya (The Surviving Pariah)

20. Lesbian. Genderfluid. A mage with a grudge towards followers of the God of Death. Likes shiny things. Nameless wanderer.

4. Camilla Navaroo (The Lost Ghost)

22. Lesbian. Trans woman. An archer and a secondary character. Bastard child of the God of Death and has the world’s worst daddy issues as a result. Strategist. Likes fishing.

5. Dante Verden (The Third Priest)

42. Repressed gay. Trans man. Theodore’s mentor/father figure. Doing his best. Enjoys music and gardening. Needs a cigarette.

6. Elizabeth (The Grand Bishop)

45. Bisexual. Cisgender woman. Main antagonist and leader of the House of Kathados. Motherly figure hiding a deep secret. Has spent her whole life in service to the God of Death. Has pink hair.

7. Hunter Rask (The Forgotten Heir)

19. Straight. Trans man. Another Etheri like Theodore, but was not chosen to be the High Prophet. Resentful of Theodore as a result. Though he specializes in hexes and jinxes, he is most recognized for his grasp on the theory of magic.

More Under the Cut

Unfinished/WIP concepts

1. Moriko (Local Witch)

20-ish. Demiromantic Lesbian. Cis woman. Main character of The Town At The Edge Of The Void (TEV). Local witch who's trying her best but is really in over her head. Needs a hug. Loves baking. Hunts demons and ghosts in her spare time.

2. [Redacted] (Stranger in Town)

20-ish. Asexual panromantic. Cis woman. Secondary character & love interest in TEV. A stranger who wanders into the town of Delendia without knowing her own name. May or may not be cursed. Really, really shitty luck.

3. Elise Kilroy (The Lighthouse Keeper)

24. Lesbian. Cis woman. Main character of the unnamed and unplotted lighthouse wip. A lonely soul who tends to the Cypress Peak lighthouse. Writes many letters that never see the light of day. Has many regrets. Loves raspberries.

4. Kasumi Hiakimoto (The Runaway)

25. Lesbian. Cis woman. Secondary character and love interest to Elise in the lighthouse wip. A young dreamer who wanted more; from family, from Elise, from life. May or may not also be cursed. Loves blackberries.

DND

1. Vina de Elstrade (Stressed Student)

44. Asexual Aromantic. Air Gensai Chronurgy wizard. Former noble turned stressed student turned adventurer. Going insane as she tries to write her thesis on the idea and concept of time travel. Killed her abusive ex-husband with a shoe. Colorblind and has awful choice in clothes as a result.

2. Warren (The Guiding Saint)

98. Lesbian. Cisgender woman. Triton Monk/Ranger. Lives in the town of Yalvun in Escia, my main world After getting kicked out of her monastery by traitors inside, she became an adventurer. Got cursed by Hadar and dealt with a months-long crisis in faith. After the events of the campaign ended, she went back home, kicked out the traitors, and was named as a Saint after her death. Brought a god to his knees.

3. Blake Deeproot (The Alchemist)

27. Asexual Aromantic. Nonbinary (He/Him & They/Them). Kender artificer. Was a normal inventor up until a simple shopping trip to fix the radio their mentor broke ended up with them becoming an enemy of the state. Became a fugitive for the next several months and ended up joining a resistance and saving hte world. Stole a robot dog and make it their companion. Accidentally blew up a mountain and a prison. Really tired of everyone's BS. Was one of the first people to go to space.

4. Tomiko (The Shopkeep)

8. Doesn't care about gender, sex or love. Friend's homebrew Dohwar (penguin) bard who used her barding skills to sell nice soaps and candles. Silly little gal. Tries so so so hard to make everyone happy all the time. Master of manipulation (puppy-dog eyes).

WIP/DND Crossovers

1. Cary Catoni (Detective of Flames)

29. Arospec bisexual. Cis woman. Grumpy detective/mage who lives off of caffeine and sarcasm. Main character of A Traitor's Return (ATR). Has a bit of a drinking problem. Has a bigger problem with Jordie, her ex-boyfriend. Goes nuts over strawberry jam tarts. My oldest OC and the one I hold closest to my heart. Has a younger sister named Zayaneck. Sorcerer with fine control over fire/flame magic.

2. Jordie Lapiz (Rogue Turned Ranger)

31. Bicurious. Cis man. In my WIP, he's a rogue/thief who got in over his head and betrayed Cary and her love interest (It's complicated). In DND, he's a rogue-turned-ranger who found a portal to another world and decided to use it to run away from his problems. This, of course, came with the caveat of him fighting a dragon god a year later and watching his friend get ripped in half (RIP Azzy). Smoker. Househusband with his own honey-making business in DND. Wants to make amends. Originally meant to be an antagonist but I liked him too much and made him an anithero instead.

3. Rath (The Arctic Healer)

27. Asexual Demiromantic Panromantic. Trans man. A nomad who has left his tribe to explore the world and help others. Did some studying under a few doctors and healers. Joined a war, where he met Liben and saved his life and was his primary doctor for a while after Liben was injured. Good bedside manners but awful in all forms of personal relationships. Prickly like a cat. Would much rather be taking a nap. Druid, but make it ice. I'm a healer, but- Enjoys the cold. Falls harder.

4. Liben (The Crimson Warrior)

28. Gay. Trans man. War hero in Escia who was betrayed and captured, though he eventually managed to escape. Suffers from PTSD as a result. Met Rath while on bed rest after his escape. Though he now runs a deli/is a mercenary, he misses the glory days of his life as a warrior. A werewolf but, like, a golden retriever kind. Naturally charming and a good strategist. Is going to beat you with the power of friendship and his big fucking axe. Wears an obnoxious red coat like Edward does in FMA. Enjoys riling Rath up. Falls first.

5. Glitch (An Anomaly)

Late teens. Questioning queer baby. Cis man. Originally a side-character who is now my character in a campaign I'm in, Glitch is someone who didn't die when they should've. Protective of his sister. In over his head with some powerful people he made deals with. I want to write a story about him but don't really know what kind. In DND, he died, came back to life, died again, temporarily became a mindflayer and only just got that part fixed. Someone get this man a father figure.

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adieutristana · 4 days ago

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could you write jinx x fem reader who are a couple in season 1 and reader heals jinx's wound after she used a stapler on the wound to remember caitlyn's name

of course! thank you for the request <3

beaches by beabadoobee on repeat rn

summary; comforting and patching up jinx after her fight with the firelights.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; hurt/comfort, injury, jinx is kinda rude at first (just pissed), drinking mention (r works at the last drop), mentions of poor mental health, hallucinations, fluff, set in s1

men dni.

the moment that thieram gave you the okay to punch out, you swung your apron off and sprinted towards the doors.

gunshots and explosions- you'd heard the noises, though distant. they weren't uncommon in zaun by any means, but you'd grown to recognize the sounds of the firelights, different groups, the like. you'd been pouring a round of shots for a group of patrons, celebrating a birthday and talking your ear off about their plans for the night. all you could give was flat one-word answers, your mind focused on jinx. where is she? is she caught up in this? is she hurt?

your feet move faster than you can think. clutching the shoulder strap of your bag, running through the dimly lit streets of zaun towards one destination. jinx's hideout.

"watch where you're fucking going!"

you hear from behind you, soon after bumping into a stranger on the street. you turn your head back to yell a quick 'sorry!' before continuing towards jinx's hideout. your heart is pounding in your chest, you're panting and all you can think about is her. the noises had died down about an hour before the end of your shift, and every one of those last sixty minutes felt like torture.

torture in not knowing. torture in having to wait, in knowing that jinx might've needed you in that moment and you weren't there. you couldn't shake the image of jinx on some ledge, injured and bleeding. calling out for help, yet nobody is around to answer it. it made your heart wrench, but nobody knew anything. you'd often eavesdrop on patrons to pass the time, getting invested in stories they'd tell. you didn't know these people, part of you felt like this was wrong. but some of those stories were damn interesting.

but all anyone had to talk about today was their family, their failed relationships, business, or their frustrations with piltover. absolutely nothing about what you'd heard, and it only made the pit in your stomach worsen.

you can see the door to jinx's hideout just a few feet ahead, and your feet begin to move even quicker. it's unclear what's fueling you- adrenaline? fear? likely a mix of both. you swing the door open, breathlessly running inside and up one of the panels leading to the center of the turbine.

jinx's voice can be heard mere steps away. it's the most beautiful thing you'd ever heard, especially now. she's alive, and she's here. that's something to be grateful for, yet she's talking to herself. her voice sounds gruff, and you see her figure- clutching her forehead.

"why would i remember her name?! she's just some stupid topsider!"

followed by a sharp grunt, and a cry of pain.

"ghh- gah!"

you're almost there, almost at jinx's side, and- holy shit, is that a stapler?

jinx doesn't seem to notice your presence, though. she's sat down, her right leg extended and a gold stapler held firm. she's rambling to herself, words incoherent, and her eyes are darting from spot to spot. never honing in on one thing. you've seen jinx like this, she's hallucinating- she may be alive, but jinx is far from okay.

you smack the stapler out of jinx's hand and drop to one knee in front of her, digging around in your messenger bag for a first aid kit. you'd bought one the first time you cut your hand on a shattered wine glass at work, and now you're damn grateful you did that.

"i was doing something with that!"

jinx protests, still breathless. her eyes are now fixed on you, now that you've interrupted her. blue eyes looking straight through you rather than at you, and it shakes something in you. you've been afraid to upset jinx further, and you've been worried she may not recover from episodes. but you've never felt uneasy in her presence before- not until now.

"you're not using a stapler, jinx. come on, let me have a look."

you place jinx's leg over your lap, coming to sit on your knees. a clean yet deep gash on her leg, undoubtedly a result of what you'd heard earlier. your brows furrow, and your heart twists in your chest. you should've called out today, you thought. maybe then, you could've prevented this. but there's no use in dwelling.

"they messed you up bad, huh?"

"shut up," she winces, her head thrown back and little groans of pain escaping her. she's clearly not in the mood for any kind of comfort or quips. it isn't personal, you know that, but you can't control the slight sting that comes from her words.

"what happened?"

your hands are busy searching through your first aid kit, looking for a roll of gauze. it's half-assed and it won't do a thing for a wound like your girlfriend has, but it's what you've got. you can work your way around a needle thread, but that's out of the question. the last thing you need is jinx getting sepsis on top of this, because you'd used an unsterile needle to stitch her up.

"vi's back." she groans. long blue braids are splayed across the floor beneath her chair, and you finally find what you're looking for- your hands shooting out to grab it.

"vi? your sister, vi?"

"yeah, my sister. who else?"

you huff, knowing it's not worth it to press when jinx gets like this. but still, it's intriguing. her sister, who had left her seven years ago... suddenly back. huh.

"she was in stillwater, apparently. all that time." she grumbles, an exasperated and somewhat sarcastic edge to her voice. as if she suspects there's more to the story.

you begin to wrap the gauze around jinx's leg, and the white is carefully tinged red with her blood. the sight isn't pretty, and you wish so badly that you could take her pain away. that you had the skills necessary to properly patch her up, instead of using some dingy first aid kit from a convenience store. but at least the bleeding seems to have slowed.

"and she's back? how'd that happen?" you hum, your gaze focused on the task at hand.

"said some girl freed her. i didn't think much of it, yanno. just thought someone was doing her a nice favor. until i found out that girl was an enforcer," she grumbles, her head falling further back. her voice is bordering on a growl now. "what was her name, her name..."

she's repeating the question like a vice, more to herself than you.

"her name?"

"her name! i can't remember it, god damn it..."

your lips purse, and you wrap the gauze around once again. careful not to wrap hard enough to cut off blood flow, but still with enough pressure to keep the bleeding at bay. jinx starts to laugh, a low, rumbling sound.

is that what this is about? she doesn't seem bothered about the wound, not that you'd expected anything less from jinx, of course- she's constantly injured in one way or another, and her ego is too big for her own good. she's a strong, capable girl. you know that well. but you also knew that there was a very real possibility of that ego getting her in trouble one day.

your free hand comes to rest on jinx's thigh, squeezing gently in an attempt to bring her back to reality.

"her name, her name..." she continues.

"why is her name important?" you sigh, grabbing a roll of medical tape from the open box. "she's an enforcer."

"yeah, an enforcer who managed to bag my sister."

fair enough, you suppose.

it struck you as odd, for a zaunite to be willingly in close relations with an enforcer of all people. especially when said zaunite's parents were killed by enforcers. but you keep those thoughts to yourself, knowing jinx is likely thinking the same thing- you don't want to fan the flames of her anger any more than necessary.

another moment of silence, then her voice cuts through again. breathy, firm.

"caitlyn."

your eyes widen momentarily as you apply the medical tape, securing the gauze around her leg.

"kiramman?"

not exactly a common name around here, and caitlyn kiramman was an enforcer. along with being the sole heir to the kiramman estate, the daughter of one of piltover's most influential figures. a councilor.

"i don't know," jinx mutters, her hands coming to grip at the sides of the chair. she's not fighting you patching her up, but she seems to be trying to anchor herself so she doesn't squirm. "probably? fancy topsider, with a fancy last name. it doesn't matter."

you take a step back, putting your hands on your hips and letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. that makes things even worse- for her sister to be running around with an enforcer is bad enough on its own. but a kiramman is an entirely different monster that you don't even want to think about.

walking over to the back of the chair, you drape your arms around jinx's shoulders from behind. it'll probably strain your back, but you still lean down to rest your chin on jinx's shoulder.

"she doesn't matter," you murmur, your lips brushing the pale skin of jinx's neck. "she's just some stupid topside enforcer."

"but she got my sister," jinx groans. she's still tense, but you can see the way her jaw unclenches with your kiss. "i mean, doesn't she remember what happened to our parents?"

your lips press into a thin line. jinx is right, and words are failing you right now.

"i don't know what to tell you, honestly."

you whisper, your chin still resting on jinx's shoulder. as much as you wish you had all the answers to reassure the girl, you didn't. you'd never met her sister, and you'd never met caitlyn- not personally, anyway. you weren't there when they had reunited.

"it was a trick. all a trick," jinx whispers. "she wanted that stupid hex crystal. not me, not her little sister."

the words make your heart clench in your chest, and you shake your head. that sounds out of character, despite you having never met vi. the way jinx reminisced on her, how caring she was, how sweet. the fact that she'd told jinx she could fix anything.

"there has to be more to it than that."

"it doesn't matter. just... i don't wanna talk about it anymore."

you nod slowly, and press another gentle kiss to jinx's neck, then to her jawline from behind. she leans into your touch and one of her hands comes to hold onto the arms wrapped around her, a subtle sign of acceptance. she's calmed down, at least for the most part.

it's not much, but it's all the comfort that you can offer her right now. you'd learned the hard way during previous episodes that when jinx says to drop something, you drop it.

"alright, baby." you whisper. "but if you change your mind, i'm here to listen."

#jinx x reader #arcane x reader #arcane x you #reader insert #sapphic

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