OCs Corner

General RP account for a few OCs, ranging across fandoms. Includes; 9 Black Butler Doctor Who Harry Potter Homestuck Soul Eater (OCs belong to me.) (If I am RPing with you, please tag the posts with ocseverywhere so I can find the rp! (I also use other tags such as bl rp (black butler/kuro rps), se rp (soul eater rps), dw rp (doctor who rps.) ) I live in Eastern Australia (GMT10+) so it can be quite difficult to locate replies.) RP status: Am I here, or am I not~?

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Apologies for not really being back! I've taken up some classes, so I'm studying full time. Feel free to leave me an ask for anything or just to say hello!

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“That he does.” She agreed with a wrinkle of her own nose. “It does get somewhat annoying at times, however.” She had to hurry a little to stay just a bit ahead of him to lead the way through the maze of corridors, stairways and rooms. 

“Ah, I know all about things not running smoothly. It’s all about trial and error, trial and error, a big explosion, some more t and e, and then poof! Hello success!” She waved her hands about rather dramatically before giving a shrug, and pointing up another set of stairs. “Just up here.” She hurried ahead, fingers flying over a small number access pad before opening the door for him.

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“Sounds like a day in my life, honestly,” the Doctor chuckled a little as he followed behind Anna, making note to keep track of where he was walking in case he needed to get back to the TARDIS in a hurry. With how hostile and untrusting her brother seemed to be of him, he wouldn’t put that as a potential occurrence. 

For a moment, the Doctor just peered curiously over Anna’s head as the door opened, and then his face brightened when he saw what was inside. “Oh— beautiful! Quick, hurry in, I want to see this!”

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She stood to the side, holding the door open to allow him in. One wall was completely covered with computer and tv screens, several keyboards popping out, each with different info or videos on the screen, several were security cameras. 

Other bits and bobs were strewn about on tables and in boxes, tiddly bits of what seemed to be junk or half assembled pieces laid about as well. The only clean place was the obvious dining room table; a small rectangle old thing with a few mismatched chairs.

  Titus busied himself in the kitchen, having fallen silent once the door opened. A floating metal ball whizzed about, humming robotically. Its single red eye snapped open and closed at it assessed the wall of screens, small skinny arms appearing on either side of its form to tap at the keys, making small notes before disappearing through one of the closed doors, closing behind it once again.

  "Ah... So this is just the kitchen." Anna announced, eyes on her brother's back as she closed the door behind them. "And the ah, main monitors."  A kettle whistled from the kitchen, and soon Titus was setting three worn mugs on the table, along with a teapot steaming with tea, a small pitcher of milk and a smaller container of sugar. He sat down, and folded his arms, blue eyes guarded as he finally looked up, to watch the Doctor. His sister sat down in another chair, hands fiddling in her lap as she looked between her brother and the stranger, awkward silence briefly seeming to take over.

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A glance passed between the two, Anna’s hazel eyes large and pleading. Titus sighed.

“Fine, tea. Come in.” A grimace wrinkled his nose. ” ‘s Titus.” he pushed himself up to stand. “I’ll go and make tea… or something.” And with that, he hurried off, disappearing inside the building. 

Anna clapped her hands together. “Excellent! I do need some tea anyway; I forgot breakfast.” Standing herself, she offered a hand to the Doctor, a smile of apology crossing her lips. “Titus doesn’t like people wandering about here. It puts him on an edge.” 

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“Mmm, people wandering around where people shouldn’t be wandering around? It’d very nearly put me on edge too,” the Doctor tells Anna with a bright smile as he reached to grab her hand, giving it a firm shake before gesturing for her to lead the way. “I can’t really blame him. He’s clearly a bit rigid. Likes things to run smoothly.”

The Doctor paused, then headed into the building, continuing his train of thought, “Of course, things rarely ever do run as smooth as you want them to, so the sooner he realises to expect surprises, the better it’ll be, if you ask me.”

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"That he does." She agreed with a wrinkle of her own nose. "It does get somewhat annoying at times, however." She had to hurry a little to stay just a bit ahead of him to lead the way through the maze of corridors, stairways and rooms. 

"Ah, I know all about things not running smoothly. It's all about trial and error, trial and error, a big explosion, some more t and e, and then poof! Hello success!" She waved her hands about rather dramatically before giving a shrug, and pointing up another set of stairs. "Just up here." She hurried ahead, fingers flying over a small number access pad before opening the door for him.

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||The Last Request||

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The boys cries quietened, comforted by the murmurs of his nanny. When all was silent from him, Charlotte preyed Benjamin from her. ”Let’s see if we can get you back to bed.” 

The youngster’s eyes flickered from Marie’s to hers, then to Claude. The demoness’ head shifted, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye before she tilted Benjamin’s face to face her, choosing to ignore the butler who had followed. “Mister Benjamin, I will be able to answer your questions tomorrow.” His lips moved, voice barely a whisper to his breathing. 

“Tomorrow.” The nanny repeated firmly, gaining an exhausted nod from the child. “Marie, return to your work, then to bed.” The girl nodded, standing and pulling herself away to return to the food she had left to sit when the young mister came to the kitchen. 

Charlotte gathered Benjamin in her arms once more, and stood, marching from the kitchen, with a glare to Claude as she passed, daring him to try and interrupt. She swept up the stairs and disappeared into the shadows.  A grandfather clock filled the silence with its steady tick tock, until Charlotte descended again. 

“Shall we talk now, butler?”

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Claude watched them quietly and curiously. He was a fussy one, but could be calmed just as quickly. A site better than what Trancy had put him through. Worse than hell. Alright, perhaps not as worse. There was a glare from the maid as she passed by and Claude could not help himself but smirk. 

Feisty she was.He had at first thought about killing her. The truth wouldn’t be enough for her. She would merely let it go. Let it down but Claude. His freedom. One last task, and he would be free. He had no time to play silly games anymore. He waited until she returned, listening to the resounding ticks of the clock, of which he stood near and looked up when she arrived.

“Ah yes.” 

His golden eyes swept over her and curiously he wondered just how she managed to find herself in this position. Nevertheless Claude wasn’t one to waist time. “He is a fussy one isn’t he?” Claude looked past her towards the stairs. “Ben, is his name. Hn. I am going to put it simply, I am here for my freedom. My, currently deceased, master gave me one last order. That I am to aid this boy until he has come to find what it is that he had come under contract for for we both know, that is why you are here, aren’t you?”

“And as much as it would please me to lay heed to your body and kill you, I am sure you’re not too easy to get on your knees. So I simply imply, I am not leaving. My mark will not allow me. And you, well I suppose you could say that you have no choice. Is that clear enough for you?” 

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She stood firm, brow arched and lips pursed as she listened, purple eyes flickering over the butler's form. As much as it'd have delighted her to interrupt and throw out a comment, to attempt a response from him, she held her tongue, only replying once he had closed his mouth, ceasing the words to float about in  the air.

"Let me tell you a few things, butler." Her tone took on a steel edge, lip curving into a sneer. "He is a child. All children are fussy. His name is Benjamin. Not Ben. Benjamin." 

It was then she decided to step closer to him. Short, head barely brushing his shoulder, and thrust her chin up to look at him. 

"Well, isn't that just unfortunate for you now, with one last withstanding order~" Hands lifted, cupping his jaw, as the sneer turned into a smirk. "This is such thing as a state of order. And you, butler dear, will be on your knees for me." She squished his cheeks together, as though debating further whether to attempt to twist his neck. 

"You are correct- your mark binds you here from your masters last order. But here, I rule, and you will obey me, under the young mister. Is that clear enough for you?" A brow arched again, smirk deepening. 

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BOOM BABY! I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

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Hiatus.

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Guys, there's something I'd like to draw attention to.

Now I’m one of these people who doesn’t like it when people hate on ships and stuff, and I’m not going to kinkshame anyone. I mean, we all like and dislike different ships and there are kinks that people won’t admit to.

However I want to draw attention to something that is not okay.

I’d like to think that Brickwit (aleister-chamber’s mun) and I are pretty good friends. We fangasm over the same things, get feels over the same things, we get on well. We also roleplay pairing roleplays on my Fred Aberline blog where Fred and Aleister are lovers.

However I have had countless people coming to me saying they ship us.

Do you know uncomfortable that makes me?

I don’t want to hate on ships so I’m not going to tell you what you can and can’t ship (even though personally I dislike shipping real people). However coming up to me and telling me this isn’t okay. Like when you see two friends and say “You two should date” and they squirm uncomfortably? Yeah, it’s like that. 

It really creeps me out that people are openly talking about Brickwit and myself in that way, especially when we are just friends. I’m a taken man. I mean before I’ve reblogged the “Tell me which Tumblr user you ship me with”. That’s more about roleplay but if you say then that you ship us, I can’t really blame you as I’ve requested it. However just randomly coming up to me and talking about how much you ship us? It makes me uncomfortable.

Now usually guys, I just ignore it. I mean as I said people can think what they want, even if it involved me. When they’ve said they’ve shipped us (and this has happened quite a few times now) I’ve lightly told them off and asked them to stop and that has been that.

So although I’ve disliked it isn’t never been that much of an issue, until today I got this ask on my Fred blog:

This is really going too far and this is not okay.

She was talking about me, a real person and a friend of mine in a sexual situation.

She wasn’t talking about our characters, she was talking about the muns.

I’m sorry but this kind of shit needs to stop. You can’t just approach someone and talk like that. Even if maybe she meant it as a joke, it’s not okay and it really does need to stop.

Stop trying to creepily ship roleplayers, please. Or at least don’t tell them if you ship it, unless they request it.

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A soft moan interrupted a giggle which bubbled in her throat, smile turning the corners of her lips up as his tongue met hers. Hand reaching to cup his jaw, she rubbed her tongue against his, sliding her own past his to tickle the roof of his mouth.

❦||Asher was impressed, from as long as he had known Maggie she had been so innocent. As she caressed the line of his jaw Asher mirrored her actions and added the placement of his hand on her mid back keeping close to him. Now, after being alive two thousand years it’s easy to say that he learned how to use his tongue. The brunette started to roll his tongue around her’s, almost like a dance.

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Oh how Margaret whimpered as his tongue twirled about hers, fingers gripping his shoulder shifted to grasp the back of his head, phalanges sliding into grip his hair. Her head spun giddily with the kiss, and soon pulled away with a faint gasp for air.

A rather shy smile graced her lips, cheeks flushed as she glanced at him, chest heaving to catch breath. 

"... I like it when you kiss me." She murmured, puncturing the atmosphere with a giggle. 

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(WHOA SHIT 118 FOLLOWERS. ;A; )

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Reblog if you think that OCs should get the same recognition as canon characters.

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Remember this: Every canon character began their existence as nothing more than an original character.

//Creating a solid original character is not easy. Sure, there are some that go overboard, but then there are others that are written and created to perfection. It takes a lot of careful planning to create a good OC.

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you put the peepee in the weewee and you move back and forth. unless it's peepee in the tushie. but if you put the peepee in the tushie you have to go slower.

-crimsondeath on how to smut.

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Personal headcanon about eating souls

I personally believe that in the Kuroshitsuji universe, in order to eat souls demons actually eat the place where the seal is found (that’s why Sebastian removes Ciel’s eyepatch and gets closer to his eyes -and not to his lips, like some sort of ‘Kiss of Death’). Or maybe they just eat the contractor’s eyes, considering that those organs are known as “mirror of the soul” (and that would make sense because Hannah ate Alois’ eye to incubate his soul).

I don’t know

I thought it made sense

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(Trying to work on commissions or paid data entry work. Gets through neither. Draws original characters.

(if you like them, there are my other characters here; mauvebell.deviantart.com (as well as shitty old designs that got revamped.)

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A Chance Encounter

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Charlotte seemed to calm down considerably as she worked, her focus at the task in front of her. Having had to pick another knife, she added herbs and spices to the pot of meat before adding a lid, and turning to work on something else. Mixing, and later on kneading the pastry under her now bare hands, she worked the dough, rolling it thin and slicing in half. Fetching a circular shallow dish, she spread the pastry, then set in the fridge under a damp cloth, setting the other part to the side under another cloth. Then she sat next to the stove, reaching over to only stir the pot. Her free hand lay rest on her swollen belly as she awaited the meat to cool.

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Kage spied her at the corner of his eye, amused. So she enjoyed cooking. It was either that or she did not trust his servants to prepare a simple meal for her. He would have to ask Michael when he returned exactly which  one it was. She seemed to be making a pie of some sort. He watched as one of his ravens flew into the window and did not move when it landed on his shoulder. He leaned his ear over and the  bird pecked onto his temple, relaying a message that his family was doing well and was still in town. Satisfied with this he placed a slice of apple between the birds beak and it flew off, out of the window again. He still kept a watchful eye on Charlotte. “Are you making a meat pie?”he asked, curiosity overcoming him. 

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"No!" She snapped back as soon as the question had left his lips, Throwing a dark scowl his way, she got up, marched over to the fridge and plucked out several apples, peeling and chopping them before throwing them into another pot, adding sugar and water before sitting back down.

"Stop presuming what I'm cooking." The demoness whined, giving the meat pot another stir before folding her arms over her belly.

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babysitting~

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“Pway.” One of the golden eyed boys ordered, pushing himself up to stand, tiny arms folded, lips pursed much like his mother. “Pway.” 

” ‘r bite!” The blue haired boy added somewhat unhelpfully, dragging himself towards their babysitter on his rear, flashing a toothy grin at Aleister.”Ohnomnomnomnom~”

The other golden eyed boy stood, and tottered over to Aleister. Prodding the Viscount’s leg for attention, ignoring the others.

“…Moosic?”

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“No!” The Viscount exclaimed, likely somewhat louder than intended as fists were clenched by his sides and brows were knitted in frustration. Oh dear. “Don’t you dare bite me!” 

Aleister glanced up, letting out a sigh, before glancing back down to the boy who prodded at his leg in a fashion he couldn’t help but find incredibly annoying. “Music? If I play music, you’ll shut up, hmmm?!”

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The blue boy laughed in delight at Aleister's reaction, clapping his hands. "Bite bite bite!" he sang gleefully, gnashing his teeny pearly whites at the Viscount.

The other two siblings looked on in high amusement  little heads swinging this way and that as though watching a tennis match. The young girl shrieked when her brother came near the white material she had ripped from Aleister's pants, gathering it all up in her arms, standing, and tottering off, only to plop down and sit on the fabric.

"Moosic." The tot repeated with a nod, lifting a finger to his lips. "Shhhhhhh."

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ocseverywhere replied to your post: Came for the Grell, stayed for the Anne.

… Can I add that Undertaker came for Grell?

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When there's an amazing rp blog that you want to rp with but you don't have any plot ideas