#winslow ear candy

[peppermintquartz]

(Tommy's pov of this)

He's in the process of making sure the bird is ready to go when he turns and sees Howie, as well as two unfamiliar young guys following him.

Good-looking faces too. Maybe they should do the calendar next year. The shorter one has large, soulful eyes and a confident stride that speaks of military experience; the other is a tall, leggy man with a boyish smile and seems to be visibly thrumming with energy.

Of course they bring in the studs after I'm gone, Tommy thinks, half-exasperated that he's missed out on eye candy and half-amused at his own shallowness.

"Howie, hey!" Tommy says and embraces his former colleague and current friend. It's not always possible for them to meet up, but a life debt is not something Tommy will forget. "Long time."

Howie claps him on the back. It feels like a silent thank you, which, given the enormity of what they're going to do, the less said aloud the better.

Can't risk someone overhearing that they're going to steal a helicopter on a mere hunch.

Tommy knows he has a good poker face, and it's proven to be effective because no one seems to realize how nervous he is. They may cause an international incident if anything goes "pear-shaped", as his old instructor Winslow used to say, but Tommy isn't about to back out now.

"This is Tommy, Tommy Kinard," says Howie to the other two, telling them about him being a former member of the 118 and also about his being a fathead. At least Howie acknowledges that Tommy's grown out of it.

"Thanks to you," Tommy says. He sticks out his hand to the new faces.

Soulful Eyes grins when he grasps Tommy's hand. A firm grip, almost challenging. "Eddie Diaz."

Tommy smiles, feeling like he's found a kindred spirit. "Pleasure. And you are...?" He extends the hand to the other young guy.

"Uh, Evan," he says, eyes wide and curious like a puppy in a new environment. His hand is warm and dry. "E-Evan Buckley."

"Hi Evan." The splotch just over Evan's left eye is a birthmark, Tommy discovers. To his amusement, Evan doesn't let go of his hand, as if he's completely forgotten that they were just shaking hands in introduction. Tommy doesn't want to embarrass the guy, but he doesn't want to rudely snatch his hand away either. He opts for a slight tease. "I'm gonna need that hand to fly the chopper, kid."

"Oh! Oh, right. Sorry." Evan drops Tommy's hand like it's hot. His ears go red. Tommy thinks, That's so cute, and then sternly warns himself not to read too much into anything. He's not falling for a straight guy again, just because they're cute. And he's glad that he doesn't read too much into Evan's fluster because Evan says, "I was just, um, thinking, about Cap and Thena."

Bobby Nash must mean a great deal to Evan, judging by the way his gaze skitters from Tommy's face to the chopper and bounces lightly on his heels. For some reason, he reminds Tommy of Bambi.

Howie sticks his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, we're gonna need Hen to show soon with some coordinates. Can't go flying all over the Gulf of Mexico."

Tommy makes a mental note to re-check fuel levels. It's definitely topped up, but ninety minutes one way and ninety minutes back in what will definitely be rough conditions is not a walk in the park. Nevertheless, he keeps his tone light. "We'll do what we can."

A pair of headlights slide along the road that leads to harbor. Tommy doesn't really know if it's Hen, but his nerve is starting to give, so he says quickly, "Wait, I see a car pulling in. Might be her. Get in the backseat, strap yourselves in. Once I get Hen clear of Melton, we'll dash. Hopefully she has a good cover story..."

Eddie doesn't hesitate as he scrambles in, nearly knocking his head on the roof of the chopper.

Seeing that they aren't about to call him out on his fake calm demeanor, Tommy blows out his cheeks to center himself. Then he smiles, asking, "If we're all arrested, can I blame it on you, Howie?"

Howie snorts as he gets in next to Eddie. "Yeah I really twisted your arm with the 'Please help us save Cap and Athena'."

(In fact, Howie actually said, "Hen has a hunch, she won't let us help, but she''ll need a chopper. So I'm gonna need you to steal one for us to save Captain Nash and his wife." And Tommy agreed instantly. He trusted Hen Wilson's hunches too.)

"You know it's because of your irresistibly pretty face," Tommy quips as he helps guide Evan - the tallest of the three - in without hitting his head. "Alright, put those helmets on. Careful, Evan," he says when Evan nearly bounces the helmet off the bridge of his sharp nose.

It's a very nice nose. Be a shame to bruise it.

Fuel. And preflight. Tommy inhales sharply and gets into his seat as the three firefighters strap themselves in. It's a calming ritual by now, and he feels ready. He knows he is ready.

And Hen should be here by now.

"Alright. She's ready to go when we are," Tommy announces, patting the stick fondly. As he opens the door to get to the hangar, he says to the three men, "Don't touch anything. I'm gonna hang out near Melton and run intercept."

Howie rolls his eyes. Eddie holds up three fingers of his right hand, like a Scout's promise. "We'll behave."

Evan beams a dazzling smile at Tommy, like they're not actually about to commit a crime.

It's a good thing Tommy has to focus on flying into a hurricane, because otherwise his heart will be tripping all over itself to get Evan to smile like that once more.

Nope. No crushing on a straight guy, Kinard, we've been through this.

Instead, Tommy jogs towards the hangar where he sees Hen approaching Melton, holding a form that Tommy knows will not stand up to scrutiny.

Boy, if you can't convince someone, confuse them, Winslow used to say over drinks after their flying lessons. Act like you know exactly what you're doing and seventy percent of the time they'll let you get away with it.

Tommy takes a deep breath, puts on a smile, and walks into the light of the hangar.

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edited on AO3

[sysba]

my characters

* thought i’d post this list that was sitting in my drafts; not all of them because i have too many but have some (if) ocs ♡

ORIGINAL / MISC VERSES

edith blake. original, the wayhaven chronicles, the exile verse ♡ she/any (queer). november 13th. fc: laura james. 5′11/181cm. ROs: cal, adam du mortain. connections: kiara kingston (sister). 

freddie han. ear candy verse. ♡ he/him (m). february 14th. fc: christian yu. 5′9/174cm. ROs: shiloh rue, winslow montgomery. connections: ryuwon han (sister).

ryuwon han. straight red verse. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: ryu. fc: kim do-yeon. 5′10/179cm. ROs: jude schofield. connections: freddie han (brother).

zoe beckett. original (modern gods verse), the wayhaven chronicles ♡ she/her (f). fc: misc. 6′/184cm. ROs: veera, nat sewell. connections: jada beckett-jones (cousin). tag.

A MAGE REBORN

atalanta daenys ♡ she/they (nb). specialty: spiritism + alchemy. fc: misc. 5′7/170cm. ROs: elias revelois.

ANDROMEDA SIX

ersa altalune peg’asi ♡ she/her (agender). species: kitalphan. fc: emily browning. 5′1/154cm. ROs: vexx serif.

ATTOLLO

nefta gil ♡ she/her (f). august 15th. fc: misc. 5′1/156cm. ROs: sysba, dreamwalker.

BLOOD MOON

selene king ♡ she/her (f). beta. fc: phoebe tonkin. 5′7/172cm. ROs: farroq khan.

starling baluyot ♡ she/they (nb). alpha. fc: beatrice laus. 5′3/161cm. ROs: marco.

BLOOMING PANIC

anya petrova ♡ she/they (genderfluid). username: gothitax. fc: florzoye on ig. 5′1/155cm. ROs: nakedtoaster, toastyx.

BODY COUNT

kim ngo ♡ they/them (nb). fc: naomi roestel. 5′10/178cm. ROs: arthur campbell.

angelica vaughan ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: angie. fc: benedetta gargari. 5′8/172cm. ROs: vinh nguyen.

CHECKMATE IN 3 MOVES

cahya vinteren ♡ she/her (f). fc: brianne tju. 5′1/154cm. ROs: noir zu, jareth january.

diamond emeraude vinteren ♡ she/they (nb). fc: savannah smith. 5′7/170cm. ROs: sailor bones, hawthorne (spilt milk).

CHOICES: BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS

nehal nightbloom ♡ she/all (genderfluid). species: elf. fc: misc. 5′11/180cm. ROs: all. tbd.

CHOICES: OPEN HEART

victoria torres ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: vic, v. fc: tashi rodriguez/ giovana cordeiro. 5′1/155cm. ROs: bryce lahela.

COLLEGE TENNIS: ORIGIN STORY

angel rivas ♡ they/he (nb). fc: omar rudberg. 5′9/175cm. style: all-court player. doubles partner: rayyan. ROs: rayyan afiq. 

FIELDS OF ASPHODEL

persephone ♡ she/any (agender). fc: misc/anya chalotra. 5′6/167cm. ROs: hades, tbd. tag.

INFAMOUS

kate hanna ♡ they/them (nb). august 23rd. full name: kateebah. stage name: arkane (prev: rickety kate). band: dance of the planets. genre(s): alt-rock, pop punk. fc: nour rizk. 6′2/187cm. ROs: seven lawless.

sung-won kang ♡ she/they (f). december 15th. nicknames: sunni, lucky. stage name: lady luck. band: WBM. genre(s): pop rap, R&B, hip-hop, EDM. fc: jeon so-yeon/kang min-ah. 5′7/169cm. ROs: griffin reign + victoria valentine, orion quinn.

OUR LIFE

jamie last ♡ they/them (nb). fc: tbd. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: cove holden.

cierra last ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: cherry. fc: kendra bailey/misc. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: derek suarez. 

marina howard ♡ she/her (f). fc: yvonne logan. 5′/153cm. ROs: baxter ward.

PERFUMARE

sharona west. real name: milagros ramon. ♡ she/her (nb). fc: lizeth selene. 5′3.5/161cm. ROs: flavio esposito.

naomi morren. real name: naomi kurosawa ♡ she/they (f). fc: rina fukushi. 5′10/179cm. ROs: reed esposito, laurent rosier.

PROJECT HADEA

sidra. real name: yuna arai. ♡ they/he (nb). fc: misc. 5′7/169cm. ROs: nash, rohan.

gienah. real name: izzi muhammad ♡ she/they (nb). fc: bonzaimai on ig/misc. 5′9/176cm. ROs: rhaxa. 

SCOUT: AN APOCALYPSE STORY

jamilah durant ♡ she/her (f).   nicknames: jam. fc: sharon alexie. 5′6/168cm. ROs: oliver shen.

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN

shanna wenrys ♡ she/they (f/nb). fc: misc. 4′11.5/151cm. ROs: blade bronwyn.

kiran rhune ♡ they/them (nb/genderfluid). fc: misc. 5′2.5/159cm. ROs: red antiqua.

SPEAKER

kassandra farhat ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: kass. fc: jamie gray-hyder. 5′11/179cm. ROs: li cowles, sebastian wynric. connections: sebille (sister), scooby boo (dog).

SUPERSTITION

sage roe ♡ she/her (f). fc: zoë kravitz. 5′2/157cm. ROs: zillah. 

THE BASTARD OF CAMELOT

mordred pendragon ♡ she/they/he (genderqueer). fc: tbd. ROs: galahad du lac.

THE EXILE

farja ja’qhar ♡ she/her (f). title: painted phoenix. fc: misc. 5′1/155cm. ROs: syfyn.

nathair cheronobog ♡ he/him (m). title: gilded gorgon. fc: noen eubanks. 6′5/196cm. ROs: vethna, +nikke.

neamhain rezoth ♡ they/them (nb). title: deathless demon. fc: tbd. ROs: freedom.

saeha lygris ♡ he/him (m). title: white wolf. fc: park seonghwa. 5′8/174cm. ROs: sabir + nikke.

THE MIDNIGHT HOURS

reyna santos ♡ she/her (f). fc: shay mitchell. 5′4/161cm. ROs: rylan villanueva.

ziv mays ♡ they/them (nb). fc: jaiiy d. moses. 6′/183cm. ROs: blane rekner.

salvador soto ♡ he/they (m). nicknames: chava. fc: misc/cristo fernández. 6′3/190.5cm. ROs: k de vries. 

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES

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[cryptidofthekeys]

Winslow Winchester (zombie baker oc)

Woo, proud of this lad-

TWs: Mentions of death, murder, gore

| Name: Winslow Winchester

| Nicknames: Win, Win-Win, Winnie, Wins, or Chester

| Gender: He/It

| Age: 45

| Height: 9ft

| Species/Race: Zombie

| ‘Occupation’: …It’s not- Mans don’t got no job, he’s a zombie- but uh it’s a Butcher/Baker

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| Hair Color: Dark Brown (it's completely unkempt, frizzy, all over the place, there’s also rats in it …Not joking, literal rats- in its hair)

| Eye Color: Cloudy Blue

| Skin Color/Body Type: His skin is just deathly white lmao (i mean, boy don’t got no blood, no life) and he’s a WIDE lad, fat- Tall and wide, has to lean down just to get into most doorways lmao

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| Appearance: It’s main outfit consists of a white tank top (it’s pretty dirty, literally too- it’s got dirt on it) and so does his blue overalls (it’s entire outfit is dirty n such, he smelly fr fr) and then finally he has black combat boots on.

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It wears no jewelry or anything like that, he has a bit of stubble and VERY dark circles under his eyes like it looks like he’s wearing eyeshadow but he’s not (usually its expression just consists of one eye being half lidded, also it looks high/like it’s not there tbh but that’s just his face)

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It has stitches on its wrists, ankles, neck, and even fingers- A BUNCH of stitches line its chest, back, and then the one going across its face (kinda like a half circle going around the right eye which is the one that is usually half lidded btw)

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His left ear has been bitten off it seems, overall though because of the stitches he’s not too gory looking- It has sharp fangs, two sets of em but no claws, his nails are… Fairly gnarly though n split n broken (the most ‘gory’ parts of it are the bitten off ear and the fingernails tbh)

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| Personality: Winslow is a bit of a weird mixture… On one hand, he seems quite docile and kinda just like a big ol’ puppy-ESPECIALLY if you give him sweets, candy, etc- on the other however… He knows what he’s doing, you might think well it must not know what it does is wrong! No, it does- It knows VERY well what it’s doing and what might that be?

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…Well, it IS a zombie, remember how I said he’s a Butcher/Baker? …Yeah, it kills people and bakes them into treats- And it won’t stop or apologize for that, literally, even if you tell him this is wrong he’ll look you in the eyes and be like “...I know… What I’m doin’...”

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Actually VERY intelligent for zombie, also it can run- Most people would think oh bc it’s a zombie it can’t be that fast- and then suddenly boom, he just full on fucking SPRINTS- It despite usually seeming docile on one hand, especially if given sweets or candy (it just means you MIGHT not die, you just might survive)

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Takes a sadistic sense of pleasure in the chase, the hunt, and then inevitably butchering and baking its victims- He can be pretty sadistic, cruel, and downright horrible when he needs to be for sure-

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If by some miraculous chance you survive with this dangerous zombie lad,, giving candy and sweet treats is one of the best ways- (…Not always guaranteed) and he grows affectionate toward you- It’s affection can be very gross, it’ll bake you delicious treats (DON'T EAT THEM)

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It doesn’t necessarily know how to be gentle (you could probs teach him, after all, if it grows affectionate toward you, then he wouldn’t necessarily want to eat or hurt you) so you best be prepared to be gripped too tightly, nails dug into your skin.

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One thing you can’t avoid however is… His bite, now I know the whole zombie thing! Oh if ya get bitten by a zombie you’ll turn into one! I know this heavily contradicts and goes into vampiric territory but too bad- He can somehow control the turning process. (and it’s a lot more than just a bite btw to turn someone)

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Likewise, so- A bite from it won’t turn you automatically, there’s a lot more to the turning process than just a bite- It'd basically have to eat you alive in a weird sorta sense, it's hard to explain but for the most part if he’s affectionate with you, he won’t do that.

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…It will bite though, that’s one of its ways of affection …Also no, even after the bite- like I said, it won’t turn ya …You may wanna uh get the bites disinfected though because e w.

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Another gross way it shows affection is licking you, just tasting you essentially, because of how big and wide he is lmao his tongue will probably cover your entire fucking face, hell- if it wanted to, it might could fit your whole face into its mouth (I would say whole head but then… the r e f e r e n c e s will start)

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| Side Facts: It has fucking s t a s h e s of candy lying around it’s house (the house in question is an OLD DISGUSTING ASS LOOKIN CABIN… It’s dirty, dusty, been abandoned for years aka he probably killed the previous owners lmao and just doesn’t care about cleaning)

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Cabin also smells like death, decay, blood, etc- …I mean what else would you expect?

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Try to steal its stash and it’ll steal your limbs, does NOT like it when people touch his candy (...Winslow? …Wh-Why you lookin’ at me like that bro? . . . Cause you’re in my bowl like its yours)

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The cabin is deep in the woods so no one can hear you scream, because of course where else would it’s cabin be ya know? Also it’s not picky with weapons, hell it could probably pop your skull like a grape if he just squeezed with his hands alone.

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I forgot to say- He’s like SUPER fucking strong but I guess it should’ve been a given in the first place- lmao either way, yeah- Strong l a d,, way stronger than he should be smh but as I was saying- He is usually seen carrying a pitchfork around.

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Seems to know a lot about farming, likewise also butchering and baking- Lmao it’s got extensive knowledge on things like that- Also another minor detail, he’s VERY slobbery like eugh that’s another gross thing no matter if it licks or bites, expect to be covered in saliva by the time he’s done.

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Drools a l o t too bc sometimes it’s mouth just hangs open, especially if it's getting hungry or if it sees candy- …Lmao it’s just a hungry lad that’s all-

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Now it’s rare, but there are instances where Winslow’s expression will shift from just the normal high/not there look (if it’s affectionate with ya, I mean- Expression won’t change too much but you’ll see a lopsided smile, looks ESPECIALLY like he’s baked on meds when he smiles)

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Sometimes its eyes will widen, this can happen for two instances- 1: When it’s shocked/surprised by something and 2: When chasing/hunting and killing essentially- It’s eyes can go wide with a mania, you can see it even in the cloudy pupils, just dilating in sheer excitement)

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Heavy breather, constantly- He breathes s o goddamn heavily, it’s not like he’s good at stealth anyways because hell he’s so fuckin big his footsteps and movements in general are loud as hell- Doesn’t care about sneaking anyway, likes it when its prey knows he’s coming for them.

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Often calls his prey ‘little bunnies’ …It’s how he sees humans tbh- They are so fragile much like a bunny, like he doesn’t even need a weapon to hurt them, their necks could be snapped with its hands alone and not only the fragility of humans but also…

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They run like bunnies do when predators are coming after them, they get so terrified again, like bunnies can be, especially… When they’re cornered, most will run and beg but it’s always cute to him when it sees the ones that t r y to fight back.

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…It always has loved working hard for what it deserves, plus that just helps it build up its appetite.

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Final tidbits are that, despite not even having to sleep (lmao be warned, if you get involved with him, it WILL watch you sleep most of the time) it sometimes curls up into the absolutely disgusting mattress on the floor (curls up like a dog) and goes snork mimimi FDJKSJDFSK- Doesn’t h a v e to sleep but can if desired.

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Snores HORRENDOUSLY loudly when he does sleep (aAAAUUUGGGHHH…. . . . AUUUUGGHHH) so best get used to that, if you’re involved with him btw! I’d be careful if you go to sleep with him, has a tendency to roll over in its sleep and it WILL crush you

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Would love it though if it were going to stay awake and you just fell asleep on top of it, would probably play with your hair and or just observe you with a certain kind of fondness.

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…Also one thing I nearly forgot to mention is that Winslow is EXTREMELY overprotective- It doesn’t necessarily even like you talking to people but won’t interfere in that aspect if you tell him not to, if someone hurts you? …Well they best be prepared to suffer because it won’t kill ‘em quick that’s for d a m n sure.

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Will kill if someone flirts with you, not that he doesn’t trust you oh no no! …He doesn’t trust t h e m, but if you get onto him for it, it’ll pout but respect your wishes …WILL however never stop suddenly appearing behind you and glaring down at the person, even wrapping protective arms around you.

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Lmao while baking and or whatever it’s probably chopped a finger or even limb off, oh well- He’ll just stitch it back up, can’t feel pain tbh so probably wouldn’t even notice at first

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Always keeps extra sewing needles and thread lying around his cabin for this reason solely

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Final bit is that Wins also has a deep voice, deep and slow- but also speaks with a pretty strong southern accent, and then finally- Winnie is Pansexual.

[mt07131]

Using my Photoshop powers for evil to make this @earcandy-if ask a reality. Side note, no one should let me use Photoshop past 8pm

[somewillwin]

Happy birthday to the the main dude! 🥳 @earcandy-if

Ko-fi

[anoramactir]

IT’S  HERE!  we’ll  be  honest,  when  pop - rock  sensation  second  rate  announced  their  split,  we  didn’t  have  high  hopes  for  any  of  it’s  members.  what  post - band  solo  career  has  ever  gone  well,  after  all?  but  with  debut  album  NO.  25,  winslow  montgomery  proves  that  he’s  more  than  just  a  pretty  face  &  a  pretty  voice.  turns  out,  he  has  some  pretty  good  staying  power  too.  the  album  is  a  daring  foray  into  good  ol’  classic  rock  &  roll,  and  montgomery  has  successfully  rocked  our  socks  off.  a  stunning  farewell  to  love  lost  (  has  ex - girlfriend  and  ex - bandmate  elise  clement  listened  yet?  we  sure  hope  so!  ),  NO.  25  is  evocative,  authentic,  and  painfully  relatable  in  the  best  way.  we’ll  be  screaming  it  on  car  rides  for  years.  final  rating:  8.5/10.

a  canon  divergence  concept  for  @earcandy-if,  in  which  winslow  and  elise  ( my protagonist  )  destroy  both  their  relationship  and  their  band.  social  media  templates  by  aqualvng.

[takemyopenheart]

Meet my MC

Perla Clavel ♪ Ear Candy by @earcandy-if

Eat your heart out, Winslow.

[hedonist-aesthete]

Done while zoning out during D&D and fantasizing about the food I'm about to eat.

Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun following @earcandy-if .

[crvsh-culture]

no but ear-candy!Gwen holds so much power as a drummer for the sole fact that she can do the drum thing when she tells a really bad joke during practices

[earcandy-if]

how does that old saying go? the show must go on? you never understood the meaning of it, until now. 

you’re the drummer in the world’s newest pop-rock sensation, SECOND RATE. fresh off a grammy win for best new artist, the band is riding high. your life has never been better, and things are only looking up from here.

how does that other saying go? with great power comes great responsibility? with your newfound fame, your life is more public than it’s ever been. hounded by cameras wherever you go, approached by fans no matter the situation. 

so the real question is, will you sink... or swim?

ear candy is rated 18+ for language and potential sexual content.

fully customize your MC, including appearance, gender and personality.

travel the world and leave your mark on the music industry.

bond with your bandmates... or don’t. 

public image is everything. dictate how the world sees you.

don’t let fame go to your head... or become the kind of person you hate the most. 

winslow montgomery (m, 26) - second rate’s frontman. carries himself with the swagger of a 70s rock star. incredibly talented, and knows it. a laid-back man with the reputation for being a bit of a flirt, you can’t help but think there’s something more melancholic hidden beneath the surface.

margot zhang (f, 27) - second rate’s manager. a tactful, hardworking woman, with little patience for the messes some of the band members often find themselves in. despite her difficult job, she truly cares about you and all of the other band members.

elijah bowden (m, 26) - your best friend since forever, he’s been your number one fan since the days of you banging on a second-hand drum set in your basement. a kind man with a special interest in botany and photography.

ciara gould (f, 25) - a journalist whose taken a special interest in second rate. the kind of woman who could make or break a career with just one article. a mystery shrouded in accolades for her writing, you can’t help but wonder what exactly she wants with you.

noel sanford (nb, 25) - second rate’s bassist. always a smile on their face, they’re full of enthusiasm and terrible ideas alike. 

kenzie graham (f, 28) - second rate’s guitarist, and responsible for writing the majority of the songs.  

(join the DISCORD!)

[daisy-mooon]

Some Minecraft Storymode head canons cos I'm bored and it's late lol 

Romeo bizarrely likes sewing. He started learning when he tore his shirt once and now he’s really good at it. He makes banners and everything.

Cassie is really really good at painting. The reason Lukas’ nose was squashed was because Winslow stepped on the painting and she experienced ‘i hate everything’ art denial and decided that, fuck it, she was giving the painting a squashed nose.

The Admins, even in human form, have pointy ears.

They also have VERY sharp, fang like teeth.

Jesse found this out when they saw Xara eat a really thick, partially burnt piece of steak like it was cotton candy. 

Romeo has been on the receiving end of said sharp fang like teeth multiple times.

This may or may not be the reason Xara was wearing a muzzle for her stay at the Sunshine Institute.

Ivor introduced Harper and Ellegaard. They quickly became best friends and love making redstone devices together.

Stella loves skirts and fwooshy dresses - at any available opportunity, she will waltz down the street in a beautiful ballgown and stilettos.

Stella can also run in stilettos. It’s slightly terrifying.

Stella has like 39483930 Pinterest boards on cute aesthetic stuff ranging from clothes to quotes to animals to memes and for some reasons very cryptic board called 'Djungelskog' that no one knows the meaning of

Jesse doesn't mind dresses, but they prefer the style that are long flowy dramatic fantasy style dress rather than short skirts.

Romeo 100% wears dresses you can't change my mind on this.

So does Hadrian actually. He may be a cis white heterosexual man but he's never been happier in a dress.

[insomniamamma]

Tricks (Or how Bee Girl got seduced into a life of crime): Ezra x F!Reader w/ Cee

A/n: This is a very belated writer Wednesday fic that took on a life of its own. Halloween is my favorite holiday and there's always people who bitch about folks driving in from bad neighborhoods to trick-or-treat in good ones, or kids who are too old to trick or treat. Those people can all get fucked. This takes place in the Liminal AU. Reader is Ezra's neighbor. Established relationship. Ezra is Cee's uncle/legal guardian. Modern AU. @autumnleaves1991-blog​ @clydesducktape​

Warnings: Language. Ableism. Food and alcohol. Mentions of Reader's ex, known as The Asshole. Mentions of infertility. Ezra overshares. A little bit of spice. Implied sex but nothing graphic.

          Every neighborhood has one. That one person who knows everyone's business and has no problem yapping about it to anyone within ear-shot. That one person who feels entitled to the private lives of everyone on the block. Yours is Marcie.          When you and your ex separated she was all cookies and casseroles and prying for the juicy details. Ezra's house had stood empty while he was hospitalized, you'd brought in his mail and mowed his lawn and opened the windows occasionally so the house wouldn't be all stale and dusty when he came back home and Marcie would be there watching her dog take a shit in your petunias and saying they were both high, both of them with that little girl in the car, can you imagine?          When you hear her calling hi Dearie, wandering across the street with her dog, (a perpetually angry little ball of fluff named Mr. Tiddly-Winks, whatever the fuck that means), you grit your teeth knowing you're going to get a run-down of neighborhood gossip whether you want it or not.          "Have you met those two men who moved into the Winslow's old place?" Her voice dropped into a conspiratorial just us girls kind of tone, "I think they're Homosexuals." You could hear the capitalization. And it took everything in you not the make some snarky reply. Marcie and her husband are retired, older than you, and it feels wrong somehow, telling her to take her gossip and shove it. You honestly pity her a little, her what has this world come to grievances are locked in like gears. Christmas is always about The War On Christmas. Easter is always about Jesus died for our sins and they've made it all about  candy and rabbits. Shut up Karen, you think, but don't say. Ok, Boomer, you think but don't say.          "I can't believe they placed that little girl with him," says Marcie, glancing, narrow eyed at Ezra and Cee while they fuss over a couple flats of flowers, marigolds and snapdragons. "I don't like how he looks at her."          "Ezra is Cee's only living family," you say, trying to keep your tone bland but inside you're already seeing red, you know where this is going. "Would you rather see her in foster care?"          "Of course not! Not at all! But a little girl and a single middle-aged man? Doesn't that seem strange to you, Dearie?" You fix Marcie with your blandest stare.          "No," you say, "Not really."  And go back to watering your tomatoes. She huffs.          "Well, you have a nice day now, Dearie."          "You too."

         Marcie's take on Halloween is what pisses you off the most about her. Your neighborhood, your block in particular tends to go all out for Halloween. Everyone sits outside on their porches or in their front yards handing out candy. Everyone decorates their houses to the nines, jack o lanterns, and inflatable figures and fairy lights and strobes and fake bones crawling up out of the ground. Every year she has something to say about how the decorations are too scary for little kids. Every year she whines about how those people on the other side of the highway drive into your neighborhood to trick-or-treat.         Everyone knows this happens and no-one else except Marcie gives a shit. The way she always mentions it just pisses you off on a cellular level. It's candy! You want to scream in her face, It's candy what the fuck is wrong with you? But you don't because like as not, she's your neighbor and she's the one whose going to call the fire department (or not) if your house gets stuck by lightning while you're out of town.          Marcie and her little dog make their way down the street, leaving you to put out your Halloween decorations in peace, fake cobwebs and glow in the dark skeletons and purple lights strung from the porch balanced on a kitchen chair so you can reach the cable anchors you've stuck along the ceiling.          "Looks like you just got a visit from Bob," says Cee. She's made a habit of wandering across the street to talk to you when she sees you outside.          "Gimme a couple of those zip ties would you?" You ask and hold your hand down, and Cee pushes them into your waiting palm. "Who's Bob?"          "B-O-B," she spells it out for you, "It's an acronym." You stop what you're doing and look down on her. She's got that up to no good smirk on her face.          "I'll bite. What's Bob an acronym for?"          "Bitter Old Bag." Cee smiles but there's bite behind it. Rumors flew after the accident. Marcie didn't start them but she certainly passed along every bit of gossip she heard.          "That's a good one," you say, "I'll have to remember that one. I'm always afraid I'm going to slip and call her 'Karen' by mistake. I'm a lot less likely to call her Bob." Cee grins.          "Hey Cee!" Ezra hollers from across the street, "Little help?"          "Gotta go help Ez with some finishing touches."          "What are you guys dressing as?"          "You'll see."

         Trick-or-treat goes from six to eight, and it feels odd to you that such a thing would be scheduled. Your memories of Halloween from when you were a kid do not include a time-frame, you remember going door to door until you got too cold or until everyone's lights were out or until it started raining. Maybe your folks were checking their watches the whole time, counting down to some deadline you weren't aware of. It's about quarter 'til and the block is setting up shop. You've got a camp chair in your front yard, a bowl of candy with more stashed on the porch. And, just like clockwork, here comes Marcie, with Mr. Tiddly-Winks barking his weird strangled bark.          "Oh, look at you!" She exclaims, "That is just darling!"          "Thanks," you say and you mean it, "I found the tutu at a garage sale and the rest just kind of happened." Marcie is dressed like a witch, her husband, Jim, is dressed as a black cat, hunched over, lighting the candles inside the jack-o-lanterns on their front steps.          "Hey Marcie!" says Ezra.          "Hi Mrs Davenport!" says Cee. Marcie freezes and you snort laughter. Ezra wears swim trunks, flip-flops, shitty drug-store sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt. The right sleeve is shredded and red-stained. Ezra's stump is coated in fake blood and something that looks unsettlingly chunky. And Cee? Cee is dressed like a shark, the shark's mouth frames her face, but she's made some modifications, a fake rubber hand sticks out of the side of the shark's mouth like a cigar and Cee has applied ample fake blood to her costume as well. Marcie just stands there.          "Oh my God," says Ezra, taking in your costume, the black tutu with yellow trim, yellow top, cut up striped tights on your arms, pipe cleaner antennae on your head, "You're Bee Girl!" You do the world's worst tap-dance there in the street and Ezra gives you one of those brilliant smiles, all dimples and teeth and crinkled eyes and Cee is giving Marcie a lesson on do it yourself special effects makeup.          "--I wanted the end of his stump to look chewed so I took some liquid latex and mixed it with dry oatmeal so it's got that kinda chunky look, and then I just went nuts with the fake blood. You can't use too much fake blood. Did you know fake blood is mint flavored? Anyway, we were kinda worried he'd have a reaction so we did a patch test a couple days ago and I used plenty of barrier spray so--"          "Do you really think this is appropriate?" says Marcie. Ezra puts on his best dumb face.          "I am a man with one arm dressing up as a man with one arm," says Ezra, "I fail to see how appropriateness comes into the conversation." Ezra is smiling, but it's that sharp edged smile that means he is about to destroy someone in an argument. You've been around long enough to hear him verbally flay people who have no idea they've stepped into it, like the frog in the saucepan who doesn't realize he's soup because the water heats so slowly.          "Well," says Marcie, making a big show of looking at her watch, "I have to get Mr. Tiddly-Winks crated before those kids start coming around. He's scared of children."          "Yep," says Ezra, "We best batten down the hatches before the seething throngs arrive demanding sugar." Marcie narrows her eyes at Ezra and he beams back. She huffs and turns on her heels, small angry dog trotting along beside her.  Cee pulls a face at her retreating back.          "You should come on over after the kids go home--"          "Yeah, we're gonna have a fire in the fire-pit," says Cee. "We're gonna do banana boats."          "Yeah? That sounds great."

         Trick-or-treat goes much as it always does, the usual parade of witches and vampires and zombies and Marvel and Star Wars characters. As always, there's older kids in  the mix, who say trick or treat but don't quite make eye contact, and your heart always breaks for them a little, you remember how that felt, knowing that you were going to grow up wether you wanted to or not, knowing that adulthood was inevitable and hating it. You've never understood how people could be so pissy about handing out candy to the older kids. Just let them be kids for a little while longer. Why is that so hard? At eight o'clock the streets empty like flicking a switch. All up and down the block people's porch  lights go off, and you wonder when things became so structured? So proscribed?          "Hey Sunshine!" Ezra calls from his front porch, "Come on over and we'll get that fire going."          "I'll be right over." Your first thought is to change out of your costume, but it's fun being Bee Girl, so you just throw on a hoodie. Some of the older parents caught the reference, but most were clueless.          "If you and Cee would be so kind," says Ezra, indicating the fire-pit already stacked with dry wood and kindling, "I've got to wash this shit off. It itches."          "Big baby," says Cee. "Hey!" She calls to his retreating back, "Make sure you use some lotion. Don't want your skin to dry out."          "You really nailed the make-up," you tell her, "It was pretty gross."          "Thanks," says Cee, "I was going for gross, but not, like, Tokyo Gore Police type gross."          "I have no idea what that means." Cee laughs as she hunkers over the fire-pit, lighting a bit of rolled up newspaper that's tucked beneath the neat pyramid of wood and kindling.          "I was gonna have a snapped-off humerus sticking out of the rest of the mess, but Ez thought that was a little too much," says Cee. The fire catches, bits of paper flaring bright yellow, white smoke rising from the nest of kindling. Cee blows into the heart of the fire and is rewarded with bright flames. "There we go. We're gonna have to wait a little for the coals to get good. But then it's banana boats for days."          "I'm excited. I can't even remember the last time I had a banana boat." Cee smiles and her eyes go far away for a moment.          "When I was little me and Dad and Ez would go on a big camping trip every summer," she says, "Dad would heat up baked beans and canned potatoes on the little Coleman stove and we'd cook hotdogs on sticks over the fire. And after that we'd do banana boats in the coals. When I was real small I'd fall asleep in one of those camp chairs by the fire and Dad would carry me into the tent and put me to bed..." She trails off, her face clouds, "That was before things got weird with Dad. We kinda fell out of the habit I guess."          "Hey ladies," says Ezra.          "My turn," says Cee, "It's too hot in this thing."          "Feel better?"          "I do," says Ezra, "The bathroom resembles the aftermath of a GWAR concert, though. I suspect our grout will be pink for some time." His arm drifts around your waist and you lean into him, relishing his solidity, his warmth, the gentle press of his body against yours.          "Are you having a Halloween party?" Marcie's voice shatters your reverie. There she is, still in her witch costume with her dog on his leash. Mr. Tiddly-Winks looks you in the eye while he craps in the weedy clover by Ezra's driveway.          "Nope," says Ezra, fake cheeriness bright in his voice, "Just a little back yard cook out. We'll be quiet as little mice. Promise."          "I should hope so," she gives the two of you a narrow-eyed look, "You have a nice night." She tugs on Mr. Tiddly-Winks's leash and heads off down the block.          "You too, Marcie!" Ezra calls to her retreating back, and then dropping his voice so only you can hear, "Wanna talk about an appropriate costume..." You huff laughter and draw closer to him, threading your arm around his waist. You lapse into companionable silence, peering into the fire, the soft hiss and crackle of is its own music. People have been staring into fires since they first figured out how to make them, you turn to say something like this to Ezra, but you are struck by the way the flames paint his face in shifting light, crescent scar on his cheek a flickering gold thread, the strong curve of his nose, the column of his throat, tender Cupid's bow of his lips. He turns towards you, catches you staring.          "Penny for your thoughts, Sunshine," he says. You shrug.          "Just admiring the view."          "View's pretty good from here too, Bee Girl." You poke him in the ribs.          "Keep it up. Flattery will get you everywhere." He raises one eyebrow and smirks, a cartoonish leer that always makes you giggle.          "Bold worlds, Sunny, what exactly does 'everywhere' entail?"          "I think you know some of the landmarks--" Behind you Cee clears her throat.          "I grabbed you guys some beers if you can stop being gross long enough to drink them." Cee hands you yours and then twists the cap for Ezra. Her face is still streaked in crusty fake blood.          "You know that'll stain if you don't wash it off, Birdie," Cee rolls her eyes at him, prods at the fire with a long stick, adds another couple logs and the dry wood flares bright, sparks whirl up towards the dark sky. She smiles, holding her hands out to warm them, her hair blazes like a crown in the firelight.          "You all wanna give me a hand with the folding table?" Asks Cee, "We get things set up now, the coals'll probably be good by the time we're done."

          You and Cee set up the folding table and Ezra holds the door while Cee passes you supplies from their narrow galley kitchen. Foil and marshmallows and chocolate chips, peanut butter and  jelly and raisins and roasted peanuts and maraschino cherries. And three bunches of bananas.          "Dang, Cee, how many banana boats do you think three people can eat?"          "Better to err on the side of more," says Cee, "Besides, if these get squishy we can do banana bread." Cee looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, "You ever have French toast made with banana bread? That's the shit right there."          "That sounds amazing actually."          "It's like having cake for breakfast." Says Cee,"You should try it sometime." She flashes you a knowing smile. She retreats back into the kitchen and hands you a cookie sheet with three foil-wrapped bananas, ready to be to be roasted.          "What've we got here?" Asks Ezra.          "That's for me to know and you to find out," says Cee.

         "I think you better bust out those double top secret classified banana boats now, Little Bird," says Ezra.          "What? You guys have each only had two," says Cee, "That's not a lot."          "You're a growing child," says Ezra, "You have two hollow legs to shake those banana boats down in to."          "Fine," says Cee, "Pussies."          "Language!" Cee pays him no mind, uses her poker-stick to shift the wood around just so, eyes narrowed in concentration, lays the foil wrapped bananas in the coals with long barbecue tongs as if she's handling live explosives. She grins big and drums her fingers together like a cartoon villain. "And now...we wait."          "I present to you, the Fat Elvis," says Cee waving her hand theatrically over the steaming foil packs, there's little hisses of pain all around as the three of you work them open, steam hitting eager fingers. Cee helps Ez with his. He's not wearing his arm. Taking this thing off is the best part of my day, he told you once, it rubs.          "You good?" Asks Cee and Ezra nods, and you are struck, not for the first time, at how much they care for each other. "Okay, guys, dig in." You scoop out a bunch of hot banana pulp, remember to blow on it this time, and tuck it in your mouth.          "Oh my god," you mumble.          "This is decadent," says Ezra.          "There's bacon in this," you say.          "Duh," says Cee, "Elvis Presley had a thing for fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches with bacon in em."          "And the marshmallows?" asks Ezra, mouth full and muffled. Cee giggles.          "That's what makes it a Fat Elvis," she says, "What do you guys think?"          "You could sell these out of a bougie food truck for eleven dollars a pop," you say. Cee laughs.          "Can you imagine? A food truck that just does banana boats? That would be the shit!," she says, "What do you think, Ez?" Ezra just makes a bunch of full-mouthed mumbles and you and Cee laugh.          "I'd say he likes it."          Eventually Cee gets too cold and goes in. You and Ezra stay by the slowly dying fire, crowding in closer rather than adding more wood.          "You getting cold?"          "I'm still good." The wind has begun to pick up, sighing through the trees. Marcie and Jim's motion-light comes on, bright as a supernova, and sure as clockwork, you can hear Mr. Tiddly-wink's strangled bark from across the street.          "I like dogs," says Ezra, "I like animals in general, but if I ever catch that little rat-bastard off his leash I will drop kick him out of my yard."          "You kick Mr. Tiddly-Winks like the football?"          "You're goddamn right I will," he says,"She never picks up after that thing. I get mightily sick of stepping in dog shit every time I gotta mow my lawn. You remember that e-mail she sent? Asking us to keep up on our mowing? Like there's actually a Home Owners Association here."          "Yeah, be sure to keep your grass short so my dog can shit in it," you say. "Remember how bent out of shape she got when the Ferrell's put the big peace sign on their house that Christmas? Jim's okay, he seems like a nice man, but...uggghhh. Whenever I see her coming I low-key want to run. Cause I know I'm gonna hear everybody's business whether I want to hear it or not."          "Cee's started feeding her disinformation," says Ezra, his mischievous half-smile creeping up his face.          "What?"          "Yeah, she's been spinning out some yarn about unmarked white vans circling the neighborhood at night," says Ezra, "Gives it to her in little pieces. I think lizard people might be an upcoming plot point."          "Ez!" You giggle, "That's not funny. I mean, it is, but what if she believes it?"          "What if? She's spread garbage about everyone on the block. I'd wager three quarters is utter bullshit, and the rest is stuff she has no business knowing about anyway, like what she said about you and The Asshole."          "What did she say?" You feel your hands prickling.          "She said he left you because you couldn't give him a baby," says Ezra. You feel your fingernails dig into your palms.          "That. Fucking. Bitch. My fertility is nobody's goddamn business. And, if you recall, I was the one who kicked his no-good cheating ass to the curb."          "I know, Sunshine, I was there." Ezra had stood guard while The Asshole came and picked up his things listened to him call you a frigid bitch, and a selfish whore and just about every other misogynistic slur he could string together. "And I still say he's lucky I didn't kick his ass right there in the street."          "She thinks you're a pervert," you say, "She said she doesn't like how you look at Cee." Ezra's eyes narrow.          "Cee is my family," says Ezra, "How anyone could even think--just--wow." Ezra falls silent, dim firelight playing over troubled features you squeeze your arm tighter around him and then he cracks a smile, his eyes lit up with pure trouble. He squirms his way out of your hold.          "You wait right here, Bee Girl,"          "Ez? What are you doing?"          "Just wait," he says and disappears into the house. You turn your back to the fire and try to warm up your butt. Ezra reappears in the doorway, kicks the screen open. He's got a partly used pack of toilet paper under his arm.          "The last of my pandemic stash," he says, "Back from when you could only find the cheap-ass single-ply shit. I prefer the two-ply myself, less likely to get stuck in the little--"          "Ezra. Stop talking."          "Oh. Right," he says, his smile bright like a crescent moon, "What do you say we indulge in some petty vengeance?"          "You're serious."          "I am. C'mon, Sunshine, we've had our fill of treats, now it's time for a little harmless trick." You feel your smile mirroring his.          "You know what? Yeah. Let's do it. Why the fuck not?"          "That's my girl," says Ezra, "You know how to fix them and get the spin on the throw?" You're already grabbing a roll from the pack and loosening the top layer.          "Yeah," you say, "I was twelve once."          "I say we go for the maple right in front," he says, "I get on one side and you get on the other. We go back and forth until the motion light goes on and then we bolt."          "Sounds good," you say, laughing high and breathless, "This is so fucking dumb. Let's go."          The pair of you creep down the alley, trying not to laugh. There's no one around,  no sound but the wind picking up and groaning through the tops of the trees and the drone of the nearby highway. You can't look at each other's faces, otherwise the giggles bubble up, the childish thrill of doing something utterly stupid has your blood singing. Ezra takes up his position on the opposite side of the maple tree and you huck the roll in a high looping arc, leaving a TP trail through the bare twigs and last clinging leaves, and then it comes back over to you. Back and forth, covering Marcie's maple in white loops, biting back laughter the whole time.          The motion light clicks on and Mr. Tiddly-Winks starts his ugly choking bark.          "Oh, shit," says Ezra, "Run!" And the two of you pelt down the alley, wheezing laughter the whole way.          The two of you stand by the remains of the fire and pant.          "Can't believe. We just did that." Your breathing is hard and fast.          "Gotta burn. The evidence--"          "Oh, yeah." You dump the remaining couple rolls of toilet paper into the coals and watch them flare bright.          "You know, you are really pretty when you're committing petty crimes," says Ezra.          "Really?" You say, and slide your arms around his waist, "What's next, mastermind? Wanna go cow-tipping? Spray-paint our names in a big heart on the overpass? Throw bricks through a Starbucks window?"            "Mmmmh," says Ezra, leaning in close, his nose brushing against yours, breath fanning your face. He grabs your ass and pulls your hips tight against his. "I like the way you think." Your eyes flick downward to where he is pressed against you.          "I can tell," you say, and he surges forward,  presses his lips to yours in a kiss that you return greedily. He tastes like beer and marshmallows and spent adrenaline. You bite his lower lip, graze of teeth against tender flesh and his hand leaves your ass to grip the back of your head, angling your mouth against his just the way he wants. Every time he kisses you, it’s like the first time, both gentle and wanting. Eventually you both have to breathe, humid exhalations in each other's faces, foreheads pressed together.          "It’s getting cold, Ez, let's take this inside,"          "Yes, Ma'am."

         The smell of coffee wakes you, your rumbling belly rousing you from sleep. Ezra has rolled on his side, the chilly light catching the planes of his broad back. You press yourself against him, your lips against his ear.          "Hey. Wakey-wakey. There's coffee." Ezra makes a series of vaguely word-like sounds, and then his snores resume. You have to smile. Ezra wakes slow. You tuck the covers over him, knowing it'll be at least ten more minutes before he comes shuffling downstairs, hair sticking up like quills, eyes slit against the weak morning light. Part of you wants to stay and bask in his warmth, but the lure of fresh coffee and frying bacon is too much. Your costume lies in a hastily discarded pile. You have no urge to put any of that back on, so you raid Ezra's dresser, one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants and you pad downstairs.          "Hey, Cee." The first time you stayed the night, you were worried about how Cee would feel, you didn't want to encroach on them. Are you okay with this? You know, me and Ez? Cee gave you a look of abject teenage pity. I'm just glad you idiots figured it out. Huh? You like him, he likes you. What you get up to isn't my business, so long as I don’t have to hear it. You make your way to the counter and help yourself to some coffee, dosing it generously with cream and sugar. The pan of bacon spatters on the stove forgotten, but not quite burned. You turn the gas off and move the pan to a cold burner.  Cee peers out the window.          "Bob called the cops," says Cee.          "What?"          "Someone TP'ed Bob's house," says Cee. "Look." And sure enough there's a police car in front of Marcie's house and Marcie herself is screeching and pointing to her maple tree while the world's most bored looking cop scribbles on a notepad.          "C'mon," says Cee, grabs your arm and pulls you onto the front porch for a better view.          "It was those kids from across the highway! They should be arrested! They come into our neighborhood like they own the place every Halloween!"          "Ma'am? Ma'am, look, I can take your report, but if you didn't get a good look at them there's not a whole lot anyone can really do." You feel Ezra behind you and you lean back into him a little.          "Morning, ladies," he says, "I see Bob has been visited by the toilet paper fairy."          "She called the cops," says Cee, "Like they're really gonna drop everything and deal with a little bit of toilet paper--"          "You're not even going to question anyone?" Marcie points to the three of you clustered on Ezra's front porch, "They were out late around their fire pit! They might have seen something." The cop's shoulders slump, and he starts making his way over.          "I don't suppose you saw anybody toilet-papering Mrs Davenport's maple?" He asks.          "'Fraid not," says Ezra, "We stayed outside until about twelve-thirty? One at the latest, and then Sunny here got too cold so we went inside. Didn't notice anything out of the ordinary."          "How bout you, kid?"          "I was watching Repo! The Genetic Opera," says Cee, "I had it cranked pretty loud."          "Sorry to bother you folks,"          "Not at all," says Ezra, "I hope your day gets better."

         The three of you sit down to breakfast, eggs and bacon and toast, and Marcie is still arguing with the cop. They've reached the my taxes pay your salary bit of the conversation. Marcie is demanding his badge number.          "You guys did this, didn't you?" Says Cee around a mouthful of toast.          "No," you say reflexively.          "What makes you think that, Little Bird?"          "Your pandemic stash is gone," says Cee.          "Maybe I used it up," says Ezra.          "Bullshit you did," says Cee, "I had to hear you complain about how the single ply stuff got caught in your ass-hairs--"          "Cee!" Ezra goes beet red, and you splutter out your coffee and bray laughter.          "I knew it," says Cee.

For anyone who doesn’t get this reference, here is the origin of Bee Girl.

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Happy birthday Mister Winslow Ear Candy, I celebrated by getting myself a commission of your future girlfriend from the lovely @somewillwin

Maeve is my MC from Ear Candy by @earcandy-if

[anoramactir]

writing the button/rosy divorce fic ruined me as a person. i keep breaking up ocs & their partners now and i’m finding it like. concerningly fun

[edithblake]

— characters

an updated list of my current ocs including basic info and links to the respective tags. [wip]

oc posts || oc content

01. ANIMANGA OCS

02. IF OCS

atalanta daenys.

verse(s): a mage reborn. ♡ she/her (nb). specialty: spiritism + alchemy. fc: misc. 5′7/170cm. ROs: elias revelois. tag.

ersa altalune peg’asi.

verse(s): andromeda six ♡ she/her (agender). species: kitalphan. fc: emily browning. 5′1/154cm. ROs: vexx serif, bash ilahaj. tag.

lawrence roux.

verse(s): apartment 502 ♡ he/they (m). nickname: lawrie. job: editor for ashton publishers. fc: misc. 5′10/178cm. ROs: atlas. tag.

nefta gil.

verse(s): attollo. ♡ she/they (f). august 15th. fc: misc. 5′1/156cm. ROs: sysba, dreamwalker. tag.

nehal nightbloom.

verse(s): blades of light & shadow. ♡ she/all (genderfluid). species: elf/drow. fc: misc. 6′3/191cm. ROs: tyril starfury. tag.

starling baluyot.

verse(s): blood moon. ♡ she/they (gnc f). alpha. fc: beatrice laus. 5′3/161cm. ROs: marco. tag.

anya petrova.

verse(s): blooming panic. ♡ she/they (nb). username: gothitax. fc: florzoye on ig. 5′1/155cm. ROs: nakedtoaster, toastyx. tag.

kimberly ‘kim’ ngo.

verse(s): body count, litg4. ♡ they/them (nb). fc: naomi roestel. 5′10/178cm. ROs: arthur campbell, sydney alexander, nyra mistry, willem kimura. tag.

cahya vinteren.

verse(s): checkmate in three moves. ♡ she/her (f). fc: brianne tju. 5′1/154cm. ROs: noir zu, jareth january. tag.

diamond emeraude vinteren.

verse(s): checkmate in three moves, spilt milk. ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: dia. fc: savannah smith. 5′7/170cm. ROs: sailor bones, hawthorne. tag.

angel rivas.

verse(s): college tennis: origin story. ♡ they/he (nb). fc: omar rudberg. 5′9/175cm. style: all-court player. doubles partner: rayyan. ROs: rayyan afiq. tag.

charmaine de la rosa.

verse(s): crème de la crème, foreign affairs. ♡ they/them (nb). fc: melissa barrera. 5′7/170cm. ROs: max van meyer, blaise marechal, tatum mendoza. tag.

fate (eris young).

verse(s): dogs of abbadon, attollo. ♡ they/them (nb). fc: quintana cortez. 5′9/175cm. ROs: karma, pariah. tag.

freddie han.

verse(s): ear candy verse ♡ he/him (m). february 14th. fc: christian yu. 5′9/174cm. ROs: shiloh rue. connections: ryuwon han (sister). tag.

lakisha thomas.

verse(s): ear candy, infamous verse. ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: kish. stage name: k1sh. fc: jujupeach on ig/misc. 5′/153cm. ROs: winslow montgomery, rowan hart. tag.

persephone.

verse(s): fields of asphodel. ♡ she/any (agender). fc: misc/anya chalotra. 5′6/167cm. ROs: hades. tag.

gemma guerrero.

verse(s): greenwarden. ♡ she/he (gnc f). fc: michelle rodriguez. 6′1/185cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

kate hanna.

verse(s): infamous. ♡ they/them (nb). fc: nour rizk. 6′2/187cm. bday: august 23rd. full name: kateebah. stage name: arkane (prev: rickety kate). band: dance of the planets. genre(s): alt-rock, pop punk. ROs: seven lawless. tag.

sung-won kang.

verse(s): infamous. ♡ she/they (f). fc: jeon so-yeon/kang min-ah. 5′7/169cm. bday: december 15th. nicknames: sunni, lucky. stage name: lady luck. band: WBM. genre(s): pop rap, R&B, hip-hop, EDM. ROs: griffin reign + victoria valentine, orion quinn. tag.

rikke elín wallin.

verse(s): inner demons. ♡ she/they (nb). fc: misc. 5′/153cm. ROs: sam. tag.

jethro lee.

verse(s): larkin. ♡ he/they (gnc m). fc: tbd. 6′2/188cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

sienna merritt.

verse(s): love & friendship, desire & decorum. ♡ she/her (f). fc: tbd. 5′4.5/163cm. ROs: warren hind, ernest sinclaire. tag.

ramona wiseman.

verse(s): mind blind, tbd ♡ she/her (queer). nicknames: button, mona. fc: kiana madeira. 4′11.5/151cm. ROs: grayson black, kent zarneki. tag.

holden yan wu.

verse(s): ofna: birds of a feather. ♡ they/she (nb). fc: jessie mei li. 5′/153cm. ROs: elliot bhatra. tag.

lennox faulkner.

verse(s): ofna: birds of a feather. ♡ she/her (f). fc: morgan crabtree. 5′/153cm. ROs: simon(e) yi. tag.

victoria ofelia torres.

verse(s): open heart verse. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: vic, v. fc: tashi rodriguez/giovana cordeiro. 5′1/155cm. ROs: bryce lahela. tag.

edith blake.

verse(s): original (misc verses), the wayhaven chronicles, the exile verse. ♡ she/her/any (genderqueer). november 13th. fc: laura james. 5′11/181cm. ROs: cal vamiral. adam du mortain. connections: kiara kingston (sister), morgan, jericho. tag.

raleigh murray.

verse(s): original (hockey verse) ♡ he/him (m). fc: misc. 6′1/185cm. ROs: reggie. connections: unnamed (friend). tag.

spice.

verse(s): original (magic shop verse). ♡ he/any (?). species: fox demon. 7′7/231cm. tbd. ROs: sashka, amos. connections: unnamed (employer/guardian). tag.

zoe beckett.

verse(s): original (modern gods verse), the wayhaven chronicles ♡ she/her (f). fc: misc. 6′/184cm. ROs: veera, nat sewell. connections: jada beckett-jones (cousin). tag.

aleksei morozov.

verse(s): original (crime verse) ♡ he/him (m). fc: misc. 6′/182cm. ROs: akira. connections: twice suwannarat (younger half-sister). tag.

twice dokkaew suwannarat.

verse(s): original (crime verse) ♡ she/her (f). aliases: black lady, queen of spades. fc: misc. 5′8/172cm. ROs: tbd. connections: aleksei morozov (older half-brother). tag.

rieka.

verse(s): original (magic cult verse). ♡ she/they (agender). aliases: acolyte harmonia. specialty: puppetry. 5′1.5/156cm. tbd. ROs: ashe. connections: unnamed (sibling). tag.

jamie last.

verse(s): our life: beginnings & always. ♡ they/them (nb). fc: tbd. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: cove holden. tag.

cierra last.

verse(s): our life: beginnings & always. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: cherry. fc: kendra bailey/misc. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: derek suarez. tag.

sharona west (milagros ramon).

verse(s): perfumare: amalgam. ♡ she/her (queer). fc: lizeth selene/justmelines on ig. 5′3.5/161cm. ROs: flavio esposito. tag.

naomi morren (naomi kurosawa).

verse(s): perfumare: avulsion. ♡ she/they (f). fc: rina fukushi. 5′10.5/179cm. ROs: reed esposito. tag.

sidra (yuna arai).

verse(s): project hadea. ♡ they/he/she (nb). fc: misc/takuma kujo. 5′7/169cm. ROs: nash, rohan. tag.

gienah (izzi muhammad).

verse(s): project hadea. ♡ she/they (nb). fc: bonzaimai on ig/misc. 5′9/176cm. ROs: rhaxa. tag.

deniz evrim yılmaz.

verse(s): redsugarsociety. ♡ she/they (f). fc: hande erçel. 5′9/176cm. ROs: santana vanhoudt. tag.

savannah dubois.

verse(s): redsugarsociety. ♡ she/her (f). fc: aliya will. 5′3/159cm. ROs: harlan crow + maddox la zar. tag.

alexa zhang-kearney.

verse(s): scout: an apocalypse story ♡ she/they (f). nicknames: lexa. fc: olivia munn. 5′4/163cm. ROs: ezra taylor. tag.

jamilah rose durant.

verse(s): scout: an apocalypse story ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: jam. fc: sharon alexie. 5′6/168cm. ROs: oliver shen. tag.

shanna wenrys.

verse(s): shepherds of haven. ♡ she/her (f). fc: misc. 6′2/188cm. ROs: blade bronwyn, tbd. tag.

kiran rhune.

verse(s): shepherds of haven. ♡ they/them (nb/genderfluid). fc: misc. 5′2.5/159cm. ROs: red antiqua. tag.

kassandra farhat.

verse(s): speaker. ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: kass. fc: jamie gray-hyder. 5′11/179cm. ROs: li cowles + sebastian wynric. connections: sebille (sister), scooby boo (dog). tag.

ryuwon han.

verse(s): straight red verse. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: ryu. fc: kim do-yeon. 5′10/179cm. ROs: jude schofield. connections: freddie han (brother). tag.

sage roe.

verse(s): superstition. ♡ she/her (f). fc: zoë kravitz. 5′2/157cm. ROs: zillah. tag.

marina howard.

verse(s): surfside, our life: beginnings & always. ♡ she/her (f). fc: yvonne logan. 5′/153cm. ROs: tbd, baxter ward. tag.

jules walsh.

verse(s): ted lasso ♡ she/her (gnc f). nicknames: beck, becks. fc: misc. 6′/183cm. ROs: jamie tartt, + dani rojas. tag.

mordred pendragon.

verse(s): the bastard of camelot. ♡ she/they/he (genderqueer). fc: misc. ROs: galahad du lac. tag.

farja ja’qhar.

verse(s): the exile. ♡ she/her (f). title: painted phoenix. fc: misc. tbd. ROs: syfyn javall, freedom. tag.

nathair cheronobog.

verse(s): the exile. ♡ he/him (m). title: gilded gorgon. fc: noen eubanks. 6′5/196cm. ROs: vethna mevnrael, nikke ivante. tag.

neamhain rezoth.

verse(s): the exile. ♡ they/them (nb). title: deathless demon. fc: misc. 6′1/185cm. ROs: freedom. tag.

saeha lygris.

verse(s): the exile. ♡ he/him (m). title: white wolf. fc: park seonghwa. 5′8/174cm. ROs: sabir du vaelas, +nikke ivante. tag.

lilith nakaya/helen keen.

verse(s): the fog knows your name, it lives in the woods. ♡ they/he/she (agender). fc: misc. 5′3/160cm. ROs: rex keller. andy kang. tag.

gwenhwyfar.

verse(s): the king’s hound. ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: gwen. fc: miriam leone. 5′8/173cm. ROs: yniol + morien. tag.

reyna santos.

verse(s): the midnight hours. ♡ she/her (f). fc: shay mitchell. 5′4/161cm. ROs: rylan villanueva. tag.

ziv mays.

verse(s): the midnight hours. ♡ they/them (nb). fc: jaiiy d. moses. 6′/183cm. ROs: blane rekner, a deveraux. tag.

salvador soto.

verse(s): the midnight hours. ♡ he/any (gnc m). nicknames: chava. fc: poorave on ig/cristo fernández. 6′3/190.5cm. ROs: k de vries, n alves. tag.

áinfean.

verse(s): the nameless. ♡ she/they/he (genderfluid). fc: vanessa axente. 5′11.5/181cm . ROs: healer. tag.

deirdre.

verse(s): the nameless. ♡ she/they (nb). fc: jadasabrina on ig. tbd. ROs: oisein, magesmith. tag.

kshama sawhney.

verse(s): the northern passage. ♡ she/they (gnc f). fc: misc. 6′/182cm. ROs: lea chen. tag.

jiro newman.

verse(s): the passenger. ♡ he/they (agender). fc: tosaka hiroomi. 5′10.5/178cm. ROs: jonny. tag.

river newman.

verse(s): the passenger. ♡ she/they (agender). fc: misc. 5′/152cm. ROs: roach, + horizon. tag.

winona hill.

verse(s): the wayhaven chronicles ♡ she/her (f). fc: synmia rosine/jurnee smollett-bell. 5′3/160cm. ROs: agent m. tag.

hyeon lee.

verse(s): the wayhaven chronicles ♡ he/they (m). fc: lim jae-beom. 5′10.5/179cm. ROs: nate sewell, f hauville. tag.

malee chanteloup.

verse(s): the wayhaven chronicles ♡ she/they (f/nb). fc: davika hoorne. 5′9/175cm. ROs: f hauville. tag.

jada beckett-jones.

verse(s): you live and fern. ♡ she/they (genderfluid/nb). fc: cannelle/canfrgu on ig. 5′10.5/179cm. ROs: alex sancho. connections: zoe beckett (cousin). tag.

OTHER / INACTIVE

roshanak qubadî. a tale of crowns. ♡ she/her (nb). affinity: sun’s blessing (outer). fc: misc/maryam zolghadr. 5′5/166cm. ROs: a mirza, d sîdar. tag.

hêdî teyran. a tale of crowns. ♡ they/he (nb). affinity: death of the sun (inner). fc: misc. 5′10/177cm. ROs: xelef, rêzan. tag.

cruz azevedo-morais. bad ritual. ♡ she/her (f). fc: maju trindade. 5′9/175cm. ROs: siruud. tag.

selene king. blood moon. ♡ she/her (f). beta. fc: phoebe tonkin. 5′7/172cm. ROs: farroq khan. tag.

rosa delgado. bloodbound, first bite. ♡ she/her (f). fc: adria arjona. 5′5/165cm. ROs: all. tag.

angelica vaughan. body count, litg4. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: angie. fc: benedetta gargari. 5′8/172cm. ROs: vinh nguyen, anjana. tag.

zazie green. body count, litg4. ♡ she/they (genderfluid). fc: gabrielle richardson. 5′5/165cm. ROs: atticus cruz, griffin wood, bruno kaminski. tag.

bly keels. chop shop, evenfall. ♡ they/them (nb). aliases: valentine. fc: slick woods. ROs: tbd. tag.

arden fox. citadel. ♡ she/her (f). fc: conor leslie. 5′9/175cm. ROs: davy jackson. tag.

maria diệu hoàng. conspiracy in emerson ♡ she/they (nb). fc: nhung hong. 5′8/173cm. ROs: r da costa, ??. tag.

mai phạm. divine intervention, tbd. ♡ she/her (f). fc: tsutsumi hoang. 5′2/157cm. ROs: anubis, amaterasu, tbd. tag.

ambra luxemburg. echoes, tbd. ♡ she/they (nb). fc: emily ratajkowski. 5′7/170cm. tag.

satha caro. faith of gods. ♡ she/her (???). origin: astium. fc: aradhana buragohain. 4′11.5/151cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

minerva kwan jin. keeper series. ♡ she/they (queer). species: drakaina. fc: misc. tbd. ROs: leon dalton, tbd. tag.

ophelia. more things in heaven & earth. ♡ she/her (f). fc: caitlin stasey. 5′1.5/156cm. ROs: horatio. tag.

honey bonner. nothing left [to burn]. ♡ she/her (f). fc: madison iseman/misc. 5′2/157cm. ROs: drew (past). tbd. tag.

delilah evans. out of the blue. ♡ she/her (nb). fc: hannah kleit. 5′/153cm. ROs: max winthrope. tag.

nykima morales. speaker. ♡ she/her (f). fc: samantha logan. 5′6/167cm. ROs: rory kane. connections: ria (sister), beelzepup (dog). tag.

alice faust. summer court, tbd. ♡ she/her (f). fc: maya hawke. 5′8.5/173cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

phoenix roe. superstition. ♡ he/they (genderfluid). fc: misc. 5′11/179cm. ROs: sydero theron + amari foster. tag.

leah morrigan fay. supernatural in new york. ♡ she/they (f). fc: misc/jade taylor. 5′7/170cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

mercy hardy. the hunt trilogy. ♡ she/her (f). fc: crystal reed. 5′8/173cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

unnamed suri. the rosy ones: resurrections. ♡ she/her (f). fc: genie/bbyg6rl on ig. 5′1/155cm. ROs: matias fuentes, chai santiago, river la fontaine. tag.

willow rocha. to the whistling winds. ♡ she/her (f). fc: mariana froes. 5′5/165cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

ikarys. wayfarer. ♡ ze/he/they (genderqueer). fc: michael lockley. 6′3/190cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

asherah. wayfarer. ♡ she/all pronouns (genderqueer). fc: misc. 6′/183cm. ROs: tbd. tag.

LEGENDS ORIGINAL UNIVERSE

galael lightdew. ♡ he/she/all (genderfluid). species: fae. 6′6/198cm. tag.

nazia merantis. ♡ she/they (nb). species: half-siren. affiliation: pirates. 5′7/170cm. tag.

niravez moors. ♡ they/them (agender). species: chimaera. affiliation: council of the thirty. 5′10/178cm. tag.

sila/sanna qhun. ♡ he/him, she/her (gender-selectable). species: thulsi. affiliation: dragon warriors. companion: dastal. 6′9/206cm. tag.

kamaria vessilis. ♡ she/her (gnc f). species: human-born blessed. affiliation: vala’har empire. 6′/182cm. tag.

leif dawnstar ♡ he/they (agender). species: fae. 5′10/178cm. tag.

WHEN GODS KILL ORIGINAL UNIVERSE

chane smith. ♡ he/they (agender). species: earth god. 6′8/203cm. tag.

death. ♡ she/her (agender). species: ???. 10′/305cm or 6′1/186cm. tag.

eden lark. ♡ she/they (nb/genderfluid). species: water spirit. 5′/153cm. tag.

kain de la cruz. ♡ he/they (genderqueer). species: fire god. 6′4/194cm. tag.

sen fujihara. ♡ he/they, she/they (customizable). species: human. 5′10/177cm. tag.

SWAN SONG ORIGINAL UNIVERSE

leir sulien. ♡ he/him, she/her (gender-selectable). titles: crown heir. 6′2/188cm. tag.

odile. ♡ xe/she/he (nb). titles: faerydae. species: half-fae. 5′11/180cm. tag.