#rookies silly ocs

[the-rookinator-3000]

the plush.. ....

[kogglyuffs]

merry penguin yaoimas + my cp ocs :))

[ghostliebites]

more pre-relationship Switcheroo!! they’re so gay and silly for each other hehe

[synonym-for-cinnamon]

Rookie sketches (grayscale)

[moopermoment]

a couple of penguin blorbos as autism flags because why not

[cornyforjk]

Drive you crazy | Day 7 | jjk

⤷ SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: NONE OML

taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns @nono13bnd @hagridshaircare @tatzzz-25 @suashifts @kyuupii @bananaminn @rispwr @spideyjimin

A/Note: POSTING THIS EXACTLY AT 11:11 CAUSE ITS 11/11😺 anw yall this was just a filling chapter nothing special nyeahhh. Ik mot very professional and ethical but I'll try to be more mindful, thoughtful and demure.💅🏻

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Jungkook's pov

Y/n looks at me with a cryptic smile, walking towards the lake with pebbles in her hand.

"I don't think we can be friends or anything...but I'm there for you...if you need someone to talk to." She faces me with a small crooked smile.

"We can't?" I cock up an eyebrow with a wrinkled forehead, anticipating an answer.

"Well," she starts, my eyes follow her automatically. The control she has over me is overlooked. "I was a bit miserable after you broke my heart by being mean to me." Y/n dramatically lays a hand on her head with a high-pitched voice of vain. "You lost this friendship! So make up for it and retrieve it back, Jungkook!"

Y/n motivated me at this silly fuss she created. It was funny seeing her act like a damsel in distress, someone Y/n is totally opposite off.

"You come back little punk! I thought you were serious!" I yelled, trying to catch her as she ran away, leaping into puddles I circle arms around her, carrying towards the lake while she kicks her legs in the air. With a splash of water I threw her in the lake, he flushed face soaked wet.

"Don't make that cute pout- you look like an angry sea otter." I chuckled, my orbs dancing round her figure. Wet clothes clasped to her body, the glistening water dripping down her collar bones.

Gosh.

I unconsciously lick my lips.

"Let me make up for the so-called- ruined friendship." I scowl jumping into the lake with a splash. Y/n squeaks lightly, her pissed-off face glowing in the moonlight.

"I'm this close to ripping your head off," she sarcastically smiled, trying to tower over me. Fisting my shirt. I react suddenly by tripping over her and both of us fall into the water again, drenched from head to toe.

Y/n starts hitting my chest lightly,her body close to me with her legs wrapped around my waist. "Something is touching my leg!" she whined, splashing water everywhere as she threw a fit, squealing lightly and murmuring curses with a quivering voice.

"Fine..."

I quickly picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder, her body dangling freely.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked. "Picking you up." I responded.

"No- pick me up the proper way! Or else I will bite your ass." I could feel her cheekily smiling, her face hitting my back constantly as I swung her on my shoulder.

"Bite me and I'll drop you in the water again." I shot her an irritated look that she cannot see anyways. My response turns out to keep her porthole shut for the next five minutes to return to my car. Peaceful eerie wind that interlocked itself in my bangs.

I place her down finally, rummagingthrough the bag I bought along the trip.

"What am I supposed to wear now?" Y/ n questioned with hands on her hips and a tone that was sassy enough to be portrayed by Regina George.

Y/n lifts a little bit of her shirt, wringing off the water allowing me to trace her perfect body with my orbs.

Ugh- I just checked her out.

Feeling a rock of reality hit the back of my head and brought me back to my senses. I bury my face even deeper into the backpack.

"Answer me-" I throw a shirt and trouser her way, chuckling at her tiny shivering figure.

"You want me to change here?" Y/n squeaks like a duckling.

"Yes."

"No, I won't."

"Then you are going home like that." I smirk, leaning against my car watching her shut her mouth instantly.

"Go behind that tree and change. Iwon't look." I hold her hand, yanking her towards the tree.

"Promise?" she holds out her pinky finger, pausing for me to hook mine with it.

"Promise." I connect my finger with hers.

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Y/N's pov

I walked out from the spot, wearing the new clothes that were quite large and barely clung onto me. They had a soft vanilla like scent mixed with hints of coconut tha blessed my nose, as if I couldn't stop sniffing it. They definitely belonged to Jungkook.

I walk back into the car, setting the heater when suddenly Jungkook closes the door behind him ready to start the car, but there was something wrong.

He was shirtless. I instantly look away, facing the window, my whole body heating up and cheeks flushed red.

"W-where is your shirt?" I bite my tongue and curse under my breath for stuttering in front of him.

Shutting my eyes immediately when he leans closer, whispering in my ear, I hold in a breath waiting for him to speak.

"I gave it to you." His husky voice sends shivers down my spine, the rich deep voice that swells the pit of my stomach. Maybe because I haven't been in a relationship for 7 years, or maybe because my hormones are going wild, because not even in 100 years will I ever find Jeon Jungkook desireful.

"I bet you didn't notice that I licked your earlobe." He perked up. "WHAT-"

"I'm kidding."

Jungkook leans back with a satisfied smirk while I sink into my seat, flustered.

"My clothes look cute on you" he remarks.

"Shut up."

"No."

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I crossed paths with and don't even get me started on your voice." I start to babble without paying attention to him.

"My voice is hot then?"

"Yes." I responded. Jerking my body and clasping a hand to my mouth.

I wanted the car seat to fold and swallow me, maybe I was going haywire by telling the truth that I wasn't supposed to. Panic rose from my stomach to throat and I throw my hands, yelping.

"No!" I say, "your voice is annoying." I retrieve back, his smile dropping as soon I cross my hands over my chest, huffing out the lump in my throat.

My eyes thoughtlessly wander down his body, I notice an intricate tattoo on his ribs of a dragon appearing from between flames of fire. His muscular abdomen and slightly damn abs "So you heard about our race in France...?" Jungkook raises his eyebrow in question but his voice fades to the back of my head. My eyes focused on his body.

The urge to run my hand across his abs and feel them grows vigorous.

"Mhm-" I hum, licking my lips.

He is so well built in every way, like an ethereal Greek God. Even prostitutes would be jealous of that body. The woman who gets to feel that warm luscious muscular body would call herself lucky. An image of him sweaty and shirtless working out before a race pops into my mind, every other important thought blurring out. I want to erase that image as much as I want to enhance it.

My body heats up, aroused as I shame myself for bringing up such thoughts.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart." Jungkook softly says, biting his lower lip containing a laugh.

I stop gazing like a pervert, blushing with embarrassment."S-sorry." I cleared my throat, looking out the window, earning a soft laugh as he drove away.

"Try not to gape, sweetheart."

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Day6 | Day8

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[daisygirlwrites]

Do u have any tips on picking a call sign for a character?

i wasn't exactly sure how to properly answer this but here's the process and advice that i've gotten from pilots and military personnel.

i've been told that callsigns are always made up by other people and it usually involves with something embarrassing. callsigns are basically an inside joke between the person and the people they work with. and most importantly, it's something to help keep the person humble, to not let their ego go to their head.

for my first work that i've posted on here (Rookie Mistake), it serves as an origin story for why I named my oc Crash. in short, homegirl was thrown and crashed through a window.

examples from people i've talked to and reddit:

HASH - during a squad breakfast, one of them came in hungover, ate some hashbrowns and proceeded to throw it up in the parking lot, in front of the whole restaurant

ROBAT - Ran Over By A Truck

DUCKY - His first name is Pato

DJ WAR - Originally called Five Names cause this person had three middle names until someone figured out their initials spelled out DJWAR, hence the cooler name change

STASHE - used to compete in beard competitions before joining the military and overall took really good care of his mustache. Was almost called GROOMER but it got shot down quickly for obvious reasons.

i will also say this, if you give a really cool callsign for your character and backstory for the name, you absolutely can!

some extra thoughts:

a bunch of real life callsigns are acronyms and abbreviations

some callsigns are just silly and not as embarrassing

using the logic and process of callsigns being a picked inside joke, Simon's callsign as Ghost low key has to fucking suck. yeah it's cool that he was given it due to how he moves on the battle field. however, Simon Riley is technically dead, along with his family. in the comics, Tommy would scare him by wearing a skull mask. not only that, Simon was buried alive with the decaying corpse of his former commanding officer. wouldn't want a name that's basically a reminder of all the actual shitty stuff that happened to you.

Gaz makes sense cause it's a short form of his last name.

speaking of, using last names as callsigns are not uncommon. technically, Price's callsign is Bravo Six but everyone calls him by his last name.

Soap is kind of realistic in terms of how he gets his callsign, cause he's known to clean house (hella badass imo)

according to my husband, Bob (Baby on Board), Payback and Fanboy are the most realistic callsigns from Top Gun Maverick.

in short, calls signs are just really creative and sometimes really shitty nicknames. hope this helps!

[blu193]

SMG4tober Day 3: SMG

All SMGs (Plus SMG4 Minion I've nicknamed "Minnie" and my own take on an SMG3 Minion I've named "Rookie".)

Totally not using this day's prompt to introduce an OC what are you talking about? "Rookie" is totally their name and not changed something else huh who said that? /silly

[goldenstrwbrry]

Forgot to show my doodles from yesterday !!!!! But I drew MC sonas, rookie guard from Mindhack eating a grilled cheese, object oc (not mine, from @lowjorge40 ) , the candlebearer from pressure, silly creature drawings of shitstain and nana (nana belongs to @omuricebreakfast ) and a rework and oc-ification of someone.

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (6)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst/Fluff (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.7K

<Chapter 5

6. Ducky

“Okay, so is it true that your birthday is October 31st?” she asks

“Haha, no.”

“Really? When is it then?”

He puts his finger to his chin “Nobody was really keeping time when I was created, so I’m not really sure.” He grins at her “I was never ‘born’ either, so it’s a bit of a moot point. When’s your birthday?”

“November 1st,” she answers “I was born in 1996.”

“Wait, what year is it on Earth?”

“Well, it was 2024 when I died so…”

“Golly! That’s it? It feels like it’s been an eternity!”

“Well, that is an eternity to us!” Voe laughs

She had been spending a bit of time with Lucifer since he had consoled her the week before. She was in his tower now, just getting to know him a bit better, trading information about each other.

“Is your hat your crown?”

He glances back at his top hat on the desk “Yeah, kind of. It has a crown in it.”

She gets giddy “Can I wear it?”

“Sure!’ He hands it to her and she squeals all excited

She takes the hat and places it on her head, taking selfies with it on.

“You wanna take a picture?”

“You want to take a picture? With me?” he seems shocked and caught a bit off guard

“Fuck yeah! Come here!” she reaches for him and he comes into the frame of her camera “Okay let’s do silly faces.” They make funny eyes and stick their tongues out, laughing at themselves the whole time

“Can we do cutesy pictures?” He asks

“Of course King!” She presses her face against his face and they both do cute little smiles, he blows a raspberry against her cheek while she laughs when a knock is heard at the door

“Come in!” Lucifer calls

It’s Charlie. She comes in sounding bright as ever “Hey Dad I just wanted to see if you-“ She stops in her tracks, retreating into herself “Hey Voe.”

“Hey,” she waves at the Princess

Lucifer sits up straight “What did you need sweetie?”

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or talk, but I see that you’re busy so I’ll-“

“No no, me and Ducky were just finishing up.”

“Ducky?” Charlie questions while Lucifer blushes

Voe stands “That’s me. I suppose I can head out. Bye Luci,” she bats her lashes at him going to walk out “Oh!’ She takes the hat off of her head and hands it to Charlie “Put that back please?” exiting the room.

She takes the elevator down to the parlor, where Angel, Niffty, Husk, and Alastor are occupying the space. Occupying the same space, but all doing separate things. She heads over to Angel, who’s lying on the couch texting on his phone.

“Hiya,”

“‘Sup?”

“Just editing these pictures.”

“Don’t make ‘em too bright,”

She snorts “That’s a rookie’s mistake. I’m a pro.”

“Okay pro,” he smiles, his gold tooth shining in the parlor light “What’s the picture of?” She tilts her phone over to show him the photo “Is that Lucifer? When was you taking pics with the big dick in charge?”

Voe smirks “Just a few minutes ago, then Charlie came up and-“

“Interrupted you ‘bout to get dick from the big dick?”

Voe turns pinkish and pushes the spider “Uhh no!”

“Mhmm, I know how you get down dollface.”

Niffty crawls into her lap “Can I see Mommy?”

Angel raises his brow, Voe whispers “I don’t know, she just started calling me that.” She puts the phone in front of Niffty

“Ooo, look at his claws! *Rawr*” Niffty bares her little claws

“Real close to your neck toots” 

“Okay, it’s not even all that.” Voe rolls her eyes

Angel seems very unconvinced, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes.

She turns to the kitchen where Alastor is focused on yet another meal “What you cookin’ today Bucky?”

“Something casual,” Alastor responds “Just spaghetti.”

“Better not be breaking the noodles,” Angel says vaguely threatening

“What’s wrong with breaking the noodles?” she asked him, now rubbing Niffty’s hair.

Angel looks at her disgusted “Everything,”

“Such as?”

“I don’t even wanna talk about it,”

She shrugs “I just assumed you would break the noodles. Like, does everyone not break them?”

“I can’t believe this. W-what am I hearing?”

“You break the noodles Bucky?”

“Of course my dear.”

Angel covers his ears “I’m living in a hotel of heathens!”

Voe looks around “Everyone I’ve ever known or seen cook spaghetti has broken the noodles. I mean, how else would you fit them in the pot?”

“You’re supposed to boil the bottom and then push the rest in!”

“How do you know when to do that?”

“You keep watching it!” Angel curls up into a ball “This conversation is painful!”

Voe shrugs “Maybe it’s just a Black person thing.” She turns around toward Alastor “Are you Black?” Voe asked the Radio Demon, getting microphone feedback in response. The others stare at her “What?”

“Hey! How would you feel if someone asked you if you were Black?” Angel chimed in 

“I’d feel fine, and I’d answer. Because I am Black.”

“Really? I thought you were Italian like me.”

“Okay, first me being Italian would not preclude me from being Black, and second, why does everyone think I’m Italian?” she pinches her fingers together

“First of all, your hand gestures, second of all your accent.” “I’m just from New York!”

“Hey me too!”

“That doesn’t matter!” She turns back to Alastor “Are you Black?”

Alastor’s brain doesn’t know how to process that question, so he is frozen in place while Voe sits and waits for an answer.

“Hey.” She goes up to him to make sure he hears her. “Are you?”

He turns to face her, his smile static and unnerving “Why?” his eyelid is twitching

“Well, you’re a Louisiana boy, and you said that your mom made that jambalaya recipe, and you speak French. And also you break the noodles”

“So?” Angel asked from the couch

Voe turns to acknowledge him “So…that sounds like a recipe for a Creole.” She turns back to Alastor “Are you?”

“N-no,” he lies

Voe watches him for a few moments after he answers. She does not believe him but does not press him, as she can finally sense his unease with the question, and decides to get more information later.

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“So what exactly does it mean to be an Overlord?”

Voe stood in the parlor in front of her mounted smartphone and waited for the audience to give her responses.

be a bad bitch

be Bomb

be powerfll

“Well, that can’t be it. ‘Cuz if that was it, I’d already be one!” She tosses her hair back over her shoulder.

the Vs are overlords

yeah!!

true true

“Oh, they are, are they?” Voe strokes her chin with her index finger “But like, what does that mean?”

being an overlord is about owning souls mamas

“Owning souls? Is that why Velvette asked me to sign away ownership of mine?”

you work for velvette???? no wayyyy

i wish she owned my soul :(

tbh i’d give you my soul if you asked

“Wait,” she acknowledges the last comment “You’d give me your soul? Just like that? You wouldn’t want anything for it?”

hell yea!

fuck yes

i’d get to see that ass evryday that’s enuf for me

Voe ponders a bit more “Wait, so how many of you would want me to own you if I was an Overlord?”

Lots of commenters sent in hand emojis, indicating that they would want to be owned by her. She smirked at the thought of gaining that kind of power.

back in the day you had to kill other overlords

that’s what the radio demon did

he was killin’ all them bitches!

“So, Alastor is an Overlord?” She leans into the camera to read the comments

yeah!

he’s like the most powerful one

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

that’s debatable

i think the vees are btter tbh

“Okay, you guy’s spelling mistakes are driving me mad!” she huffs in frustration

BITCH GOT HIS ASS KICKED :P

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

REMEMBER THAT SHIT???

YOOOOOOOO

“What are you talking about?” She asked the live

yooo she got here after the whole shit with extermination day!!

“Extermination day?? What the fuck?! Explain, now”

 BASICALLY EXTERMINATION DAY IS WHEN HEAVEN COMES DOWN AND KILLS US LIKE EVERY YEAR, SO WE DON’T LIKE OVERPOPULAT E OR WHATEVER

AND LAST EXTERMINATION DYA RADIO DEMON FOUGHT THE LEADER OF THE ANGELS

adam

YEA ADAM

and adam kicked his ass

HE RAN AWAY LIKE A PUSSY

“Um, ew gendered language. And oh, this is not something I knew. I love all the tea being spilled tonight.” She pretends to drink from a teacup

NAH HE WEAK FR

tbh you could prolly kick his pussy ass

“Well, I don’t wanna fight him. I don’t really fight men.” she leans back from the camera “I destroy them from the inside.” she clenches her fist with evil intent in her eyes. “Wait, if he’s an Overlord though, does that mean he owns souls?”

FUCK YEAH

he owns mad souls

HIS BITCH ASS OWNS ME

Voe sits and ponders this new information. If Alastor is an Overlord and had this much power at his disposal, why was she given so much leeway? 

“Does he get like really rampage-y when he’s mad?”

hell yeah

can’t believe you’ve been there all this time and haven’t heard all this stuff

THIS BITCH BEEN UNDER A ROCK

he use to rip peoples souls apart and put them on his radio broadcast

“Ohhh, that’s why he’s called the Radio Demon.  Okay, that makes way more sense, because I deadass thought it was because y’all knew man’s was obsessed with radio and old 1920s-looking shit and I’m like how did y’all figure that out? Like, did he tell y’all that? Like why would he tell y’all that?”

wait wym girl??

nah do tell

1920s shit like what??

“Oh, like obviously he’s obsessed with radios, but like he won’t let Charlie update the TV, even though he’s not the one that has to watch it. I’m like ‘Girl stand up for yourself!’, but she don’t. He also gets mad when he sees other people using their phones. Like, how you mad that other people are enjoying tech after 1930? Like, we not making you use it. And he still looks at me sideways when I talk about being an influencer. He told me ‘that’s not a real thing’, like obvi, it is!” She starts laughing as she remembers something “BRUH, guys like a few weeks ago, he saw my speaker, which looks like this,” she lifts her speaker into the camera “ and was like ‘that’s not a speaker, it is a box with small holes in it.’ and I’m like ‘no???’ and I stood there and explained to this GROWN ASS MAN how Bluetooth works, and when I was done, he looked at me like this.” She tilts her head to the side and opens her eyes wide to an exaggerated degree, to look stupid “like his brain didn’t work or something” She starts cackling and clapping at how amused she is with herself.

girl

GIRL

oooo you in trouble lmao

BITCH WATCH OUT!

NAH WE BOUT TO SEE THE TUMBLE OF THE CENTURY XD

“Hmm?” her laughter dies down, she raises a brow “What?”

Alastor clears his throat behind her, and she turns to meet his gaze. “If you have something to say, my dear, say it to me. Not to your little ‘fans’ on your little picture box.”

“Well, the thing I’m recounting was a conversation we had, so it’s not like you were unaware of it. Or did you forget?” She crosses her arms “Fossil,”

Alastor widens his eyes, surprised at her boldness, given the things he knew about her. This was the direction she wanted to take their relationship in? After the things he’d seen? 

“My dear, did we forget your bout of tears because I did not want you touching me?”

A blush rises up her neck “I told you I wasn’t crying. And that’s not even why I was upset.”

“Really? And why were you so upset? Apparently, you cried to Lucifer? Or so I’ve heard.”

“I was upset because you’re an ass, and I didn’t cry to Lucifer. He just happened to be there. Why does it matter to you anyway? Why are you keeping tabs on me? Why do you need to know what I’m up to and who I’m with hmm?”

“Why do you need to talk about me?”

“I don’t. My viewers just brought you up, and I told them something that I thought was funny. You can relax Bucky, you are not the center of the universe.”

Alastor looks at her full of condescension, and dissipates into shadows. Voe turns back to her still going live. “Yeah, trot along deer boy.”

girl i was already planning your funeral

I THOUGHT WE WAS GONNA LOSE U :’(

see? pussy

“Okay, I’m still not liking the gendered language,” she speaks to the screen

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“Who is it?”

“It’s me!” Voe opens the door, leaning in “Ducky,” she bites her lip, teasing him before entering

Lucifer slaps his forehead “I cannot believe I said that in front of Charlie.”

“Me either, but I’m owning it. I’m a cute little duckling.” She laughs sitting down next to him “What’s up on the agenda Your Majesty?’

“I told you, you can just call me Lucifer,” his eyes are kind and soft

“I know, but I like the power dynamics involved.” she makes her eyes seductive

Lucifer’s neck turns red and he loosens his tie slightly “I’m just sorting all my rubber ducks.” he tells her

“Hmm,” She reaches over him for his top hat, and the blush rises further up his throat. She places the hat on her head “I love this thing,” 

He stares at her and sighs, smiling. He blinks regaining his thoughts “Did you want to see them?”

“The ducks? Sure!”

He gestures to his creations, she starts touching them. He clears his throat “I saw your live by the way. Good job, standing up for yourself,”

Voe widens her eyes “The King of Hell watched my live?”

He laughs “Yeah! I’ve been watching them since I met you!”

“Wow, I am honored!” She smiles really big and it’s sweet

“Oh c’mon, it’s not anything more special than us sitting here and talking.”

“I’m honored for that too.”

He waves her off “It’s nothing.”

“No,” she touches his hand “I really am honored. I’m being serious. You’re the King of Hell, who knows what important stuff you have to be doing. Including making these ducks! But you took the time to console me when I was upset. I mean, I’m pretty important, but compared to a King? It really means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Lucifer’s eyes are watery while listening to her, but he scrambles to hide it when she looks back up at him

“Is this a Charlie duck?” She holds up one that looks like his daughter

He blushes “Um, yeah. I made it for her, but haven’t found the right time to give it to her.”

She looks through them further “And Vaggie!”

Lucifer mumbles under his breath “Oh, Vaggie”

“Here’s Niffty, and Husker, How did you make one of Angel? And-“ she looks back at Lucifer with wide eyes and a laugh dancing on her lips “Is this Alastor?”

Lucifer’s blush takes over his whole face “I make them when I’m feeling intense emotion.”

“Wow, I’ve never seen a rubber duck look murderous before. Oh-“ she picks up a little stick “Is this its tiny cane?” She laughs in delight “These are amazing. You have to make me one, please. I will pay you.”

“Oh no no no, definitely not. If I make you one, it’s on the house.”

She moves closer “Not if Lucifer, when. You are going to make me a rubber duck that looks like me.” She walks her fingers up his chest and pulls on his bowtie “Understand?”

He swallows “Yes ma’am.”

“That’s right, be a good boy for Ducky.” she winks

A/N: Hey! Here to remind you to PLEASE comment when you're done reading! Comment and reblog to let me (the author) know how much you liked it! Thanks, and have a great day!

Chapter 7>

[spideyhexx]

sam woodbridge fact sheet

a long overdo list of random facts for sam (an OC), enjoy <3

Samuel Alexis Woodbridge (s.a.w., yes those are his initials)

age range 26-29 ish??? Never discussed, but this is what I have been envisioning.

Pitcher for the Yankees (undetermined on the team, but that's what we last talked about)(his number is 47)

Has four sisters, two younger, two older.

Originally from a small town in Maine, but now permanently lives in NYC

Has one earring and a nose ring (both silver)

one time got a tongue piercing on his off season and loved it

His teammates gave him the nickname, "Woody," yes because of his name, but also because he got a boner in the middle of practice when he was a rookie and he hasn't lived it down since

Went to college, played baseball there, but also majored in sports journalism and minored in fine arts

Was usually deemed a class clown in school, was a theater kid in high school just for fun

Deep sleeper

Loves taking pictures with a digital camera

Super talkative. Sam is outgoing and friendly, just loves conversation and new people

Love languages are physical touch and quality time

Will be a full on slut for you

Any and all photoshoots of him have a silly vibe

JUST A SILLY GUY!!! He doesn't take himself too seriously, and sometimes he's okay with knowing when to tone it down and be serious, but once in a while, misses the cue on when to stop and actually be serious

Absolutely loves Sabrina Carpenter's music, but otherwise, most of his music is all from the 90s in a variety of different genres

Dresses casually, lot of jeans, t shirts, sweaters, crewnecks, henleys, etc. A good baseball cap, sneakers or work type boots.

Sends voice notes and middle of the day selfies no matter what he's doing

Shuts down during arguments and has a little trouble communicating in those high emotion moments, which leads to ignoring the situation for a little bit

Which also leads to him brushing off some emotions he's feeling and using humor instead

He is online and a fan favorite of the team

Was always an athletic guy

Is an Eagle Scout

Did a manscaped ad once

His family has iconic christmas parties

Penguins are his favorite animal

Only into baseball, he doesn't care for any other sport (besides maybe mini-golf and bowling)

Loves tender love-biting (reciprocating and receiving)

An overdramatic man when he has a minuscule cold

Got his nose ring piercing because his sister was scared to get his ear pierced and he made the deal he'd get a piercing with her

His favorite snack is three oreos

has texted "prepare your panties," on multiple occasions

Huge hsm2 fan

looks like a fuckboy sometimes, but he's nowhere near that, he really is just a sweet guy

muttering tiktok audios 7 times out of 10

More dominant than submissive in bed, but only focused on both him and his partner having a good time

One time shaved his hair into a buzzcut and bleached it like his other teammates, but never again after his family's (and you's) reaction

Curses a lot (favorites are; fuck, motherfucker, dickhole)

Will make a tiktok with his friends and partner

definition of gentlemen in the streets, freak in the sheets

[the-rookinator-3000]

[justacosplayerlol]

tired of people shipping oc’s with the 4 ghostbusters/silly can we be original guys

i need someone to ship their oc with Peck, or Janine, or the rookie from the video game

[ghostliebites]

OK I’ve been procrastinating finishing this for a while but it’s DONE!!! YIPPEEE

[couch-house]

I figure now that we r in round 3, it would be a good time to expand on dog's deal specifically by explaining his context--bc he's very much defined by that + his story purpose, rather than his concept on its own! Welcome To My Beepo House.

tl;dr i made dog to be a friend-haver and a friend-maker and specifically be a friend for super :) a vote 4 dog in @sonic-oc-showdown is a vote for FRIENDS!

For beginner's context: for just under half the run of Fleetway Sonic the Comic, twisted evil killer Super Sonic is separated from Sonic physically, loses his chaos powers that compel him to violence, and ends up destitute in Metropolis Zone until a couple of minor characters take him in to live + work with them at the jazz cafe the Groovy Train. everyone say hi ebony and pyjamas :) I love the tension between this trio in how they approach the conflict of super sonic Being There, but ebony and pyjamas are also both adults and I see them as having more parental/grandparental relationships with him rather than real equal friends. so that's where dog and bebe come in :)

this is part of a canon divergence au that keeps the groovy train dynamic largely in place, rather than ending it with the comic. in the canon ending, ebony casts a spell that merges super and sonic back into the same body. sonic conquers super and things are alright for the end of the story. okay well i dont like that so </3 instead in this au, ebony hides super by merging him into *herself.* they struggle to live together for a bit until a minor villain (lord sidewinder) comes in and separates them, once again trying to harness super's power for himself. well he fails and they kick his ass and such. after this, the conflict between super and ebony expands from some of the canon conflict + the new merger conflict annnd now he can go make new friends at the skate park :) by doing what he does best: being sad and wet and pathetic until someone with a big heart tries to help him out.

i've been developing dog and bebe with the intent to make a nice balanced group between them: bebe is the Instigator, the Active member of the group, the hero-like, the leader. she's competitive, she's right, and she knows it! super's the rookie with crazy power, he's a fish-out-of-water most times but when it comes to a real fight he can be a heavy-hitter. he's cautious and deferential (canon low self-esteem behaviors), but he's coming into his own with the help of those around him. and doggy my special guy doggy is the mediator: she's the wingman and cheerleader, she's the helping hand that keeps everyone's heads cool. she's the first to trust and the first to forgive. she's a capybara: everyone's friend :)

ofc i hope dog's deal on his own is interesting enough to people! what if there was a capybara and he was nice and also silly :) but it feels so wrong to separate her from super... that's her buddy that's the reason i made her. my au characterizaiton of super doesn't get to happen from only knowing an older woman who believes he can do no wrong ever and an even older woman who doesn't quite trust him not to do wrong. he's gotta have a friend who doesn't care about all that super sonic stuff--in fact thinks super is just lying about most of it (that's okay, sometimes people need to lie about their lives and it doesn't make them bad or anything). someone who is willing to meet him without any of that baggage and openly invite him into friendship and a safer life :)

[stars-n-spice]

Welcome Back!

To yet another Silly Squad Saturday! Aka my attempt to post something Silly Squad (Bad Batch x Baddies Batch) related - be it headcanons, one-shots/fics, or art - every Saturday! Because Silly Squad Saturday has a nice ring to it and it eases into OC Sunday pretty nicely :) 

That and I want to try and motivate myself to do more with these guys because I post about like,, 10% of the collective lore I have about them while the rest of the 90% stays up in my brain. 

This week we've got: A Sharpshooters WIP!

I had an idea for a comic but thought it would be easier to write a one-shot for it instead. Rookie mistake. Oh well!

Anywho, enjoy the either first half or first chapter of a fic surrounding the idea that literally everyone on Pabu is protective of Crosshair (from his siblings, to their partners, to the islanders themselves) so when he introduces Tay to them all, they all get on his ass to make sure he doesn't hurt Crosshair in any way.

Tay’kaa Marr had faced some formidable foes in his past as a former gladiator turned mercenary for the Black Sun and later the Empire, so he was no stranger to going up against danger. He was a man who loved a challenge and never backed down when one was presented to him–ever relentless in his pursuit of victory.

However, years of hardship, experience, and running the risk couldn’t prepare him for the challenge that lied in front of him and the foes he now had to deal with. Nothing he’d ever faced before came even remotely close to what he had to deal with now:

Meeting Crosshair’s family. 

“Relax, dumbass, you’ll be fine,” Crosshair claimed, watching his boyfriend pace back and forth in the cargo hold of the Gozanti-class shuttle Tay totally didn’t steal from Black Sun and was now using as his own ship and temporary living quarters while being on Pabu. It was refurbished and a lot cozier than it was before and it was a place Crosshair found himself visiting whenever he needed some space and comfort away from it all. 

The two were currently getting ready to go and make their rounds around Pabu to formally meet Crosshair’s family, both of them finally having the courage to do so now that Tay was here on Pabu with Crosshair and had no plans of going anywhere any time soon. It was a huge step for both of them and Crosshair would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified, yet the fact that his usually confident, suave, people-person boyfriend was seemingly so nervous about the whole ordeal had eased Crosshair’s nerves to the point of amusement. 

“Psh, of course I can handle it,” Tay responded with a scoff, looking over his shoulder and shooting Crosshair a small, playful glare. 

“I’ve made it easy for you. You’re just meeting them one at a time. I didn’t want to overwhelm you all at once…” he informed in a low drawl, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the textured parts on his new prosthetic hand that Omega had painted some doodles on the other day.

“Surely you can handle that,” Crosshair smirked, his tone teasing as he watched Tay momentarily pause and consider his words. Boom. Hook, line and sinker. The man couldn’t resist a challenge and Crosshair knew this well. 

“I’m just…nervous on your behalf-” He claimed, an awkward chuckle slipping past his lips as he turned around and slowly made his way over to where Crosshair was lounging on some rations crates like a damn loth cat. 

“My behalf?” Crosshair repeated, raising an eyebrow as he slowly sat up and folded his arms across his chest. 

“So you admit you’re nervous then?” 

“On your behalf-” Tay reiterated, stopping right in front of Crosshair as he attempted to flash his ‘this-is-me-trying-to-get-away-with-this’ smile, which obviously didn’t work as Crosshair had long since been unaffected by said smile. 

Crosshair clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes in response, biting back a small grin because any bit of amusement would either A) Feed Tay’s ego and make him think he could still use his charm on Crosshair or B) make the poor bastard even more nervous about the whole ordeal and that last thing Crosshair wanted was either thing. 

Yes, he was nervous too, but Crosshair preferred to just rip off the bandage now and get it over with despite knowing his boyfriend was the type to avoid and ignore any sort of feelings that didn’t make him feel good.

“Oh, right. On my behalf,” Crosshair echoed sarcastically as he shook his head, “How very touching…So thoughtful…” He smirked a bit and reached out to Tay’s lower lethorns, wrapping his hands around them and giving them a tug so Tay stumbled forward with a small gasp of surprise.  

Before he could fall over, Tay caught himself against the crate, his hands on either side of Crosshair’s thighs and pinning him in place while Crosshair kept his hands around the lethorns. It took Tay a moment or two to register what had happened, his brain slowly processing it as he blinked in confusion before he shook his head and let out a small huff at the sarcasm in Crosshair’s voice, though he knew the man was only teasing him. 

“I’m serious, Cross-” he grumbled, watching as Crosshair’s gaze was fixated on the silver clasps on his lethorns as he fiddled with them. 

“You sure you want to do this? I mean…are you…ready to do this?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious enough for Crosshair to pause and consider his words as he slowly looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. 

He could tell Tay was nervous about the whole ordeal, after all appearances and reputation meant a lot to the man, but there was something more than that. Something that made Crosshair think that Tay really was nervous on Crosshair’s behalf and was just triple checking that he was comfortable enough with the idea of introducing Tay to his family. After all, it was a known fact that Crosshair wasn’t exactly an open book–not to Tay and not to his siblings either (though he was trying to get better at that)–so to bring them together seemed almost unrealistic to Crosshair when he really thought about it.

Crosshair had been sarcastic earlier, but he couldn’t deny that his boyfriend was actually incredibly sweet and thoughtful. Of course, the dense idiot wasn’t always like that, it was something Tay had learned to be over the time period since their first meeting, but it meant the world to Crosshair that Tay cared. That he really cared.

He felt a flutter in his chest and he scoffed it off in response, his gaze falling down to the space between them as he tried to will the heat that was creeping onto his cheeks to sink back into his–what was supposed to be–cold heart. 

“Dumbass…” Crosshair muttered with a small click of his tongue before he forced himself to look up at Tay. “You think I wouldn’t have gone along with this if I wasn’t ready?” Crosshair questioned, his tone playful yet slightly insulting as he tugged at Tay’s lethorns. 

“Well, I mean-” Tay fumbled, scrunching his face a little at the feeling of Crosshair pulling at his lethorns before his hands came up to wrap around Crosshair’s wrists, the cold feel of Crosshair’s prosthetic no longer catching him off guard, to tug his hands off of him. 

“Don’t mean anything-” Crosshair grumbled, shooting Tay a small glare as the Chagrian pried his hands off of him, “-just meet them.” 

With a huff, he pushed his hands forward and wrapped them around Tay’s lethorns again in an act of rebellion. Tay let out a small sigh, allowing it to happen, though he kept his hands around Crosshair’s wrists as his thumbs absentmindedly rubbed against Crosshair’s one pulse. 

“Stop overthinking it…” Crosshair advised, giving Tay’s lethorns yet another tug to pull him closer.

“I like you better when you don’t think..” he teased with a small smirk, making Tay roll his eyes and let out a huff of amusement at the playful jab. 

“Hmm…yeah, because my reckless behavior is so charming,” Tay all but purred sarcastically as he leaned closer down to Crosshair enough to press a chaste kiss against his lips. 

“S’ not my fault I don’t think much…” Tay claimed in a low murmur against Crosshair’s lips, “Got hit in the head one too many times…” 

“So quit thinking about this,” Crosshair urged with a small snort, returning the kiss for a second or two before he pulled away and grinned up at Tay. 

“Besides…they want to meet you,” he informed, letting go of Tay’s lethorns finally only to give the Chagrian a playful shove. It caught Tay off guard, enough to make him stumble back and give Crosshair enough room to get up onto his feet. 

“And I’m sure you’d rather not stay cooped up here on the ship all the time,” Crosshair added, motioning around the cargo bay as he started down the ramp and onto the sand. “Hiding like some kind of hermit,” he teased, looking over his shoulder at Tay with a smirk. 

Tay rolled his eyes fondly, taking in the bits of the shuttle he’d been calling home for quite some time now. While it was starting to be familiar and was cozy enough for Tay, it still had hints of his past with Black Sun lingering in and around the hull like a ghost. It was home, yes, but some days and some nights, it hurt like hell to be in there–trapped with painful memories and bouts of regret and guilt. 

Besides, the beaches and ocean of Pabu were calling to him. In their gentle waves that kissed the sand and sheer, clear blue water; they echoed the call of Champala–a home Tay never had the pleasure of growing up in despite its waters running through his veins. 

Maybe Pabu could be that new home…He just had to take the first steps towards it.

“Yeah, yeah…” Tay muttered, shaking his head as a small smile slowly formed across his features while he watched Crosshair walk down the ramp. 

“You just want to show me off,” Tay half-joked, feeling some of his usual confidence return as he took Crosshair’s advice and decided not to think about it; his feet moving before his brain could talk him out of it. 

Hearing the confidence return to Tay’s voice and the footsteps falling behind him, Crosshair couldn’t help but grin despite Tay’s teasing remark. It seemed like it was finally happening and there was no turning back for either of them. 

“In your dreams, lover boy,” Crosshair responded, calling over his shoulder towards Tay as he watched the man hurry down the ramp to join him. 

“C’mon, I’ve always wanted to be a trophy boyfriend-” Tay quipped as he caught up with Crosshair and gave him a playful nudge. 

“Y’know, go back to the good ol’ days…” he joked, poking light at his past as a former champion gladiator; as if they weren’t some of the most physically and mentally traumatizing years of his life. But that was just like Tay to make a joke out of something like that and Crosshair couldn’t help but roll his eyes and shoot Tay a look. 

“Forget about it,” Crosshair retorted, shaking his head as he huffed and put his hand in Tay’s own. “You’re not a damn trophy, you’re my boyfriend. Now hurry up, I don’t want to keep my siblings waiting-”

Tay had little chance to protest or react in any way for that matter as Crosshair began to drag him along down the shore and over to the docks, though Tay wasn’t really looking to complain. Crosshair’s declaration had his heart fluttering and his chest filling with warmth as the two of them started towards the beginning of something new.

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