Welcome to my little OC collection! My name’s Isa and this is the place for me to ramble about my OCs. Feel free to take a look around and ask any questions you might have!
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Main Blog: @lilac-lemonade
My main blog where I ramble about whatever topic I’ve decided to focus on for the day. All follows and likes come from this blog.
In another life, in another universe, Alana and Neal get a normal life together. There’s no kidnapping, no FBI, no lies, no crimes. They’re just two people who have loved each other for as long as they can remember. They go to college together and laugh and pass notes in the middle of their art history lectures, and they finally get the happy beginning to their happy ending.
WAIT you have a ted lasso OC??? pls tell me everything
I do! She's wonderful and I love her and this show literally has me in an iron grip that I will never recover from lmao
But anyway, her name is Ximena Cardenas and she's originally from the US and she's not super developed at the moment, but I do have some of the basics of her backstory down
She started playing soccer when she was like a baby and her parents did the whole crazy sports parent thing. She had a natural talent for it, she started getting onto better and better teams the longer she played, and as she got older she really started thinking about trying to make a career out of it. Then, the summer before her sophomore year of high school, like a few weeks before her 15th birthday, she was in the car with a friend and her older sister when they got into a really bad car accident.
She had to have her left leg amputated above the knee and then she basically goes through a lot rehab, physical therapy, etc. She gets really interested in physical therapy as a career at this point, studies it in college, and becomes a sports physical therapist. When Rebecca is trying to screw Richmond over in the first season, she offers a job to Ximena as the team physiotherapist because she's young and not well-known and Rebecca thinks she'll negatively impact the team's reputation. Ximena takes the job and at some point (in season two I'm thinking) she develops a romantic relationship with Jamie
I also kinda want her to get involved with amputee soccer at some point and have her be part of the USA Amputee Soccer Team, but I don't know where/how to work that into her timeline yet (also I feel like I want something that have happened in the US that sort of pushes her to take the job with Richmond and run away, but idk what I want that to be yet)
took me a few days, but finally getting around to answering this lmao. anyway, inspired me to finally write (some of) the scene!
Kienna lurches back as Diego lunges at Luther, gasping loudly at the sudden escalation. Elyse sighs, rolling her eyes and wrapping an arm around her wife. “Don’t worry, you get used to it.”
“Suddenly I’m glad I’m an only child.” Luther takes a hard punch and Kienna reacts more than Luther, flinching at the impact. “You’d think they could hold it together for a funeral.”
Elyse snorts, squeezing Kienna lightly. “I obviously haven’t portrayed my brothers well enough.”
“Hit him! Hit him!” Klaus cheers around his cigarette, looking more alive than she’s seen him all day.
Elyse rolls her eyes, opens her mouth to offer a bet - and then Luther winds up a punch just as Diego throws himself out of the way, Luther’s fist colliding with Ben’s statue. She stumbles back as the statue comes tumbling down, Statue Ben’s head breaking off and tumbling away. She stares at him, headless, and for a moment she sees him as he was that night, crumpled on the ground, blood painting the ground and her chest squeezes. She blinks and he’s gone, just a headless statue again.
“Elyse? You okay, sweetheart?” Kienna steps in front of her gaze, grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly. “You okay?”
“Diego, no!” Elyse blinks, shaking her head, looking past Kienna as Diego throws a knife. Luther hisses, grabbing his arm and gasping, standing them for a moment before bounding past them and into the house.
Elyse closes her eyes, sighing lowly as Allison says, “You can never help yourself, can you?”, shooting him a disgusted look before following Luther.
“Lyse, you good?” Kienna repeats, eyes searching her face as if looking for the signs of a breakdown.
Elyse sets her jaw, smiling stiffly. “Fine. I’m fine. My siblings are idiots, but I’m fine.”
Kienna frowns, glaring at the door Diego disappeared through before smiling softly at her. “Come on, let’s go in and raid the kitchen. Chill out for a bit. Stress certainly can’t be good for Peanut.”
The corner of her lips twitch up in a real smile. “Sounds good. He’s craving something sweet.”
Send me one of my OC's + a canon scene from the show and I'll tell you what they do in it/how they fit in!
VALENTINES OC CHALLENGE 2023. day two - february 8th. SAME COUPLE, DIFFERENT FONT.
Kate Bond and Billy Butcher + The Green Arrow and Black Canary. We can all thank @witchofinterest for this idea!
We all have our favourite and least favourite ships. They may have even inspired some of your oc relationships! Today is about co-co-comparison, what are some canon couples you feel give the same vibes or energy as your oc ship?
@wordspin-shares tagged me to this quiz like,,,, a week ago and i’m finally getting around to it!
lobotomised 1940s housewife
you’ve been diagnosed with woman. your wandering womb and incessant horniness led doctors to believe that the only logical diagnosis for your complex personality was hysteria. in this life, Freud is your mortal enemy. you’re probably gay, and have a very casual relationship with your therapist. you keep wondering if what’s wrong with you is some deep down fatal flaw. it’s just mental illness luv. x
lmao i could see it
tagging: @partiallypearl @darth-caillic @lilac-lemonade @carmens-garden @veetlegeuse @xoteajays and @dancingsunflowers-ocs, but feel free to ignore!
oi what's all this then? me family's dead innit!! buy me newspaper!!! you exude mischievous energy. king of pickpocketing. king of acab. you were a scoundrel and a survivor. in this life, you are possibly the funniest member of your friend group or any friend group for that matter, but you're also probably very short. sorry guvna!
asfjkjsadfjksklkdf lmaooo wtf is this
Tagging: Anyone that sees this and wants to do it!
Esme Kriger and the seven types of love; Esme and Scott are Philia, Esme and Allison are storge, Esme and being a part of a pack are agape, Esme and Jackson are Ludus, Esme and Stiles are Eros AND Pragma.
Also shoutout to those Esme loves not included; her mom, dad, and stepdad with storge, Lydia and Malia with philia.
VALENTINES OC CHALLENGE 2023. day one - february 7th. ALL THE LOVE.
My OCs + different types of love. I absolutely adored this prompt!!
Romance isn’t the only love, and it’s certainly not the most important. To start us on our celebration of love, show off your ocs and their relationships that display the seven different types of love.
When Castiel checked to see if Sam still had his soul, and they all realized that he didn’t have one, a horrible thought occurred to Eva. If Sam could be walking around like this, like a living breathing thing without a soul, then maybe she could be too. Maybe her soul had gotten knocked loose a long, long time ago, and she was only just now realizing it.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: swearing, non-graphic mentions of blood, injuries, and emotional distress (disclaimer: some dialogue is taken directly from 6x07).
Eva stared at Cas from where she was perched on the edge of the furthest bed. Her eyes were wide open and her expression was flooded by curiosity as she watched him shove his fist into Sam’s chest. Sam writhed in the chair, his face contorting in pain and blood trickling down his face from the still-open wounds. He shouted in pain as strange tendrils of glowing energy started to crawl up his neck. Then Cas pulled his hand back and the light faded just as quickly as it had appeared. Eva watched Sam for a moment, but he said nothing. He simply slumped forward in his chair and sucked in gasping lungfuls of air as he tried to catch his breath. Eva shifted her gaze toward Cas instead. The angel’s expression hardened as he shot a sideways glance at Dean and a jolt of panic shot through Eva. Something was really, really wrong.
“Did ya find anything?” Dean asked, finally breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the room.
“No,” Cas replied.
When the angel said nothing more, Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded at the man. “So... that’s good news?”
Cas gave a tiny shake of his head, finding himself unable to meet Dean’s gaze as he replied, “I’m afraid not.” He paused, let his eyes flicker in Sam’s direction, and then sighed as he added, “Physically, he’s perfectly healthy.”
“Then what?” Dean snapped.
“It’s his soul.” Cas paused, struggling to find the right words. Finally, he simply muttered, “It’s gone.”
Dean laughed, although there was no humor in the sound, and turned away from Cas. He shook his head, paced a few steps away, and then turned back around. “I’m sorry. One more time, like I’m five. What do you mean he’s got no-”
“Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul.”
Eva let out a strangled sound at the revelation, something between a gasp and a whimper, and all three men turned toward her. They were so caught up in the issue with Sam that they seemed to have forgotten that the girl was there in the first place. So the noise served to catch their attention, a reminder that there actually was someone else in the room with them after all. With three sets of inquiring eyes suddenly fixed on her, Eva squirmed a bit under the attention, but she didn’t have to worry about it for long. Sam only glanced at her for a moment before slumping forward in his chair to try tugging at his restraints. Cas also only spared her a passing glance, his eyes scanning her face curiously before he turned away again. Dean was the only one that didn’t turn away and his expression grew a touch more concerned as he looked at her.
“You have something to add, kid?”
“Uh, no... No, nothing important.” Eva scratched the back of her neck and kept her eyes fixed firmly on a stain on the carpet. She paused, considered the question, and then tentatively mumbled, “Just a question is all.”
“Okay, shoot,” Dean said as he turned his full attention toward her and crossed his arms.
“A question, for Cas,” she clarified.
“Oh, uh... Well, in that case-”
“I am happy to answer,” Cas interrupted. He walked up next to Dean, his eyes fixed on Eva’s face as he cocked his head in her direction. “What is your question?”
Eva tugged at the end of her sleeve, her fingers nervously bouncing over a frayed row of stitches. Her voice dropped down to a whisper, as if she was afraid to put her thoughts into words. “So, you can check to see if people still have their souls, right?”
Cas gave a curt nod and then gestured in Sam’s direction. “Yes. As I just demonstrated, that is one of my... many talents.”
“Can you check if I still have mine?”
The question shot through the air like a bullet, so unexpected that there was a beat of silence before anyone risked replying. Cas’s eyes widened a fraction, although that was the only thing that betrayed his surprise. Dean, on the other hand, stared at Eva like she’d suddenly grown a second head. He gaped at her, a million thoughts running circles in his mind as he tried to formulate a response. Eventually, he just settled for pure exasperation.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean shouted, his eyes darting between Cas and Eva. They both ignored him.
Recovered from the momentary surprise, Cas walked up the edge of the bed where Eva was still perched. He stopped in front of her and then lowered himself to a crouch so that he could look her in the eye. Head tilted, he quickly scanned her face. “Have you been exhibiting signs of losing your soul that would concern you?”
“No, I haven’t. At least, I don’t think so. I just... Sometimes I wonder if there’s still a soul in me,” she admitted, her voice shaking as she forced the words out. “Sometimes I wonder if one of those demons didn’t just drag me down with them after all this time and never let me back up.”
“Eva...” Dean whispered, his expression softening as moved to sit by her. He placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward him. She immediately complied, her head dropping heavily against his side. He brushed a hand over her hair in a comforting gesture. “You have nothing to prove.”
“No, I need to know. Please, I need to know.” Eva lifted her head and rubbed furiously at her face as tears threatened to spill. “I need to know I’m not some sort of fucking monster.”
“Evangeline,” Dean said, his tone firm as he grabbed the girl by the shoulders. “You’re not a monster, and you don’t have to-”
“I will do it.”
Dean and Eva both snapped their heads in Cas’s direction. Dean looked about ready to shout at him, but Eva just looked relieved. Her body was still tense and she kept tugging anxiously at the frayed string on her sleeve, but her expression wasn’t quite as tight. When Dean went to stand, she grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him. He huffed in annoyance, but didn’t fight it and sank back onto the mattress next to her. Sucking in a calming breath, he glanced at her and gently pried away the hand that she still had clamped around his wrist. When he noticed that her hand was shaking, he trapped it between both of his hands and steadied her trembling fingers.
“You really want to do this?”
“I do,” she insisted in a wavering voice. Tears pricked at her eyes and she swiped at her face with her free hand. “Please.”
Dean sighed and let go of her hand so that he could wave Cas closer. When the angel nodded and stood, Dean jabbed a finger in his direction. “If you so much as harm a single hair on her head, I swear to God I will-”
“Understood,” Cas interrupted with a crooked smile. Then he turned toward Eva, placing one hand on her shoulder to steady her and holding the other in front of her sternum. “This will be extremely uncomfortable.”
“Just do it,” she muttered through gritted teeth.
Cas nodded and pressed his hand against her sternum. The area around his hand started to glow and warp as he shoved his fist into her chest. Glowing tendrils of energy crawled across her skin just like they had on Sam’s and tears started to pour down Eva’s face as she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Dean immediately cradled the back of her head and pulled her toward him as best he could without getting in Cas’s way. She twisted her head sideways and buried her face in Dean’s chest as her scream devolved into an unintelligible stream of pained whimpers. Dean grimaced and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. He stayed there, whispering comforting words to the girl as she continued to writhe in pain.
Then, several excruciating moments later, Cas was removing his hand from her chest. “Your soul is right where it should be, just as expected.”
“See, nothing to worry about kiddo,” Dean murmured into her hair as he wrapped the girl up in a hug. She clung to the front of his shirt and her tears continued to soak the fabric as she sobbed. He kissed the top of her head again and tightened his arms around her. “Nothing’s missing, you’re still whole. I promise.”
