Harper’s OC Lair

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Hiii I’m gonna make random shit centred around my ocs here <3

The current stories I have atm are

Eye of the Family

Big Book of Monsters

I have lots of ocs but only a select few that fit into my own original stories

Asks are welcomed and encouraged! <3

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if i died and came back i would be so annoying about it. i would use my second chance at life to never let it die and make it a problem for everyone. resurrecting me would be the worst possible mistake you could make, not because i'd come back wrong and evil, but because i'd come back with even more ways to be annoying than before.

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I can’t believe Emyrs Ambrose killed Queen Elizabeth II

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Holy shit I could make an Eye of the Family tma au

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Eye Nathaniel. End Noah. Desolation or Flesh Mr Ophelia. Hunt Marla. I have ideas

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Holy shit I could make an Eye of the Family tma au

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I love how this turned out

Original image under cut

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TW - Implied animal harm and train injury

“AND STAY OUT!” The door probably would’ve fallen off of its hinges if it was slammed any harder

The young dark haired man stood still for quite a while. It felt like hours had passed before he finally decided to start moving. ‘I love my mother. I love my mother. My mother is a very nice woman.’ He repeated over and over in his head.

It was getting harder to believe.

The man stopped in his tracks after walking quite a distance once he found a phone box. He inserted the money patiently waited.

‘Hey there, I’m not available right now but if it’s something important I’d appreciate you leaving a message!’

“Stupid bloody time difference.” He muttered under his breath as he waited for the beep “Hey , it’s me again. Sorry for calling you at this hour, I forgot about time differences. Look, I’m heading down the London and I’ll explain when I’m there. See you then.” He put down the phone and sighed “…ok, this is fine. You’ll be fine, you’ve been saving up for a plane ticket… but I can’t walk there.”

The man didn’t hate the train. Quite the opposite really. What he hated was the people on the train. Their constant chatter, their loudness, they way they just stare… it all made him wish he was dead.

He didn’t know how long he walked, but it was getting darker by the time he was actually able to see it.

The floor beneath him creaked as he stepped on it, almost like he was in a horror movie. ‘I’d prefer a horror movie right about now in all honesty.’ He thought. Nobody else was there but the a worker was stood at their post so the man asked for a ticket and was given one. And then, he finally let himself sit down.

‘…alright. Going off to London, sleeping on my best friends couch. Really living the dream here.’

He could feel himself eye roll with his own thoughts.

“Mrow!”

Hm?

A hissing sound.

He looked up but there was nothing.

And then he felt the bite

“OW- what the-“

As he moved his bitten hand away he looked at his side and froze. A cat. Why was he all that surprised? The sounds made sense considering. But reasons unexplainable, this cat intrigued him.

It’s fur was grey and scraggy but the most captivating thing about that cat was it’s eyes.

Purely yellow with black slits. They had a glow to them.

“…hello?” He muttered before laughing to himself slightly “God… I really have gone bloody mad, talking to a cat!” He sighed, glancing at the cat again. If it was just a cat, then why did it look as if it was listening? “You hungry?” He asked and didn’t wait for an answer. He passed the cat a bread crumb from the sandwich in his bag and smiled as the creature chewed away on it.

“I’m Morgan. Morgan Daes… do you have a name?” The man asked, looking at the cats neck. No collar… must’ve been a stray.

When the cat finished its food, Morgan couldn’t help but notice something in its face. It was as if the cat was grinning, and not a pleasant grin either. Like the Cheshire Cat but evil-er. It looked hungry for more.

He paused, then sighed “Here, have the whole sandwich. I’ll get a snack on the train.”

The cat was more than happy, devouring the meal in front of it. Morgan felt himself smile. He wasn’t the type of person to have such a simple creature as a favourite animal however he did have a certain soft spot for cats. He’d rather have one over a dog, so that probably says plenty.

It felt as if he only had to blink before the cat scurried off. He looked around slightly, the cats fur colour making it hard to see it in the dark.

But all he had to do was look forward to see where it was headed.

The cat was on the tracks. Did that rhyme? It felt like a rhyme. Wait, why was that the first thought in his head? Why does it matter why should he care why does he care why are the thoughts starting. His mind made up things that weren’t real. Were they real? One man can’t predict the future yet the image of what could happen to this cat disturbed him far too much.

“Sir-! Sir, please step back-“

Why was someone telling him to step back? Why, because he had moved of course. Not that he remembered but he had definitely moved.

The cat was still. Was it even real? It looked shocked.

“You should move kitty- move out the way-“

Morgan was one of those men who don’t take their own advice, even at times where he absolutely should.

The last thing he heard was a mix of yelling and horns and screeching. He felt light behind him, but to turn around? Why, that would be silly.

He knows what times the trains come and go

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Flowery OC Asks

Rules: send in an OC and a question <3

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Sunflower - What name(s) were you originally thinking of calling your OC?

Rose - What is your OC's favourite form of self-care?

Lilac - Does your OC have a comfort item? If so, what is it?

Orchid - What is your OC's biggest fear?

Snapdragon - What is your OC's most used phrase?

Daisy - What inspired you to create your OC?

Lily - What is your OC's love language?

Poppy - How is your OC around strangers?

Violet - Do a voice claim for your OC

Tulip - If you could say/do one thing to your OC, what would you say/do?

Sweet pea - What colour are your OC's eyes?

Jasmine - If your OC had a tumblr blog, what would their URL be?

Dandelion - Does your OC get overwhelmed easily?

Marigold - Describe your OC in three words or less

Daffodil - Is your OC likeable?

Petunia - When was the last time your OC cried?

Buttercup - Does your OC have any odd quirks/habits?

Lavender - How does your OC cope with loud noises?

Snowdrop - What is something your OC loves, and what is something they hate?

Winterberry - Use one or more photos that encapsulates your OC's clothing style.

Wisteria - Does your OC have a skill they'd like to learn? What is stopping them?

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What if they were besties and one was an abandoned strand of code meanwhile the other was the one who made that code years ago.

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Fuck you *explains oc lore through memes*

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Morgan walked into the living room only to see his roommate (not friend, Theo had made that extremely clear) sitting on the couch and chewing on the end of a pencil.

Theo caught his eye line and frowned “What?”

“Are you trying to give yourself lead poisoning?” The cat owner asked, sitting down on the floor in front of him. The other simply rolled his eyes “Pencils don’t have lead in them anymore you bloke.” Morgan sighed “One, stop using British words incorrectly. It offends me.” He paused, glancing at the other and smiling slightly “…second, penny for your thoughts?”

Theo proceeded to make that face he always makes where he basically becomes a piece of paper you crumpled up in your hands for the hell of it. Then, he looked away and sighed “I’m the lamest monster ever.”

‘He says, like it’s the most traumatic thing in his long long life.’

There was a silence and if the dark haired floor dweller actually had the care to, he probably would’ve laughed.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” He asked, blinking a few times. Theo sat up at that and groaned “Well I’m technically a monster now, right? Have been ever since-“ he cut himself off with a hum “-and I was just thinking about monsters like Emyrs, Celeste and those weird glitchy ones.” Morgan gave a small nod “What about them?” Theo continued “Well those guys were monsters and they had a bunch of weird abilities and shit, like Celeste and her… y’know.”

The other nodded “Riight. So you’re upset because you have no ‘powers’? Respawning once you die isn’t normal y’know, no matter what games where circles don’t exist tell you.”

“What? No, that’s not what I’m sad about.” Theo argued “I’m sad cos other monsters get to look cool as fuck meanwhile I’m stuck looking completely normal!” Morgan blinked at that “Oh my god you’re pathetic.” He muttered “That’s the only downside to being immortal? Really, that’s the biggest grievance in your life right now??”

The brunette rolled his eyes “I mean, I could’ve at least gotten like a third eye or- oooh, dragon wings! Or hell, I’d settle for some rabbit ears, that’d be cool!”

“Are you a furry?”

“Kill yourself.”

Morgan thought the other was a right idiot, especially now. “You have white pupils. Settle for that. Besides, if you had those things you’d have to hide. You’d never go outside.” Theo scoffed “Says you! Sometimes you don’t leave the house for days! It’s annoying as hell to have you here 24/7 y’know.” The other stood up and nodded “I do know that. You’re just as annoying, and this conversation has only solidified that opinion.”

As Morgan left the room, he started to think about how maybe spending eternity with an annoying cat demon hadn’t been so bad after all.

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Idk what this is I just needed to write with these two idiots again

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fuck you *dies and doesn’t rot*

[tag-that-oc]

tag the oc that has the name you love most out of all your oc names

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Yeah yeah he has no morals but he has long hair

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tag the oc that doesn't blink

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i think we as a society need to use cell phones/laptops/cars/backpacks to flesh out characters

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like. a character has a cracked phone screen and a dozen stickers and a glittery case and a photo of their dog as a background. that says so much

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or a character has a completely plain phone with no decorations and a default home screen and all the contacts are people's first names with no profile photos. except for one contact which is a stupid nickname and a shot of someone taken at a very unflattering angle. you know?

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or cars!!! someone who has a disgusting car, with trash everywhere and mud caking the seats, but the passenger seat is always clean, because someone else always cleans it for them.

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this has potential to become a blorbo post so now i want everyone to describe what they think their blorbo's phone/laptop/car/backpack looks like in the tags because i like reading these things

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tag the oc that doesn't care anymore