1. how did you come up with their name?
2. which parent (if either) chose their name and why?
3. do they like their name?
4. is their name easy to pronounce?
5. is their name common enough to find on a gift shop key chain?
6. how many names do they have in their full name?
7. what titles accompany their name? official or otherwise?
8. what nicknames do they have? do they like any of them?
9. if they have a partner, do they use pet names? if so, what are they?
10. if they want children, what names would they pick for them and why?
regarding my canon x oc fic, i reconsidered again and is now debating whether i should make it just canon divergence [ make it some time after blood of olympus or around trials of apollo but he just never dated calypso ]
OR
kinda base off what already is in trials of apollo and ,,, yeah, just go off from there ,,,,
This would be Rhys, he lost his arm after getting involved in the middle of a hero v villain fight. His mechanical arm was built by his mother which he later makes several tweaks and upgrades on until it no longer resembled the same one he had when he was a boy.
Orkid also has limp because her legs never healed properly and she uses her vines to aid in walking, she rarely uses a walking stick.
…has a mental disability.
All my OCs have a form of ADHD and / or autism in them I fear, but as for anything else other than that.
I like to think Cynni [PJO] suffers from some form of PTSD. I haven't decided how so yet though, she's still fairly new.
Ren [Tokrev but I might change their fandom] also suffers from psychosis that gets them bullied lol
…is seen as childish by their peers.
This is surprisingly difficult for me to think about, but I think it'd be ,,, Antos [TWST] and Charlie. Although rightfully so for Charlie because she doesn't take a villain job seriously and she is just a dirtbag teen.
don't ask why i haven't posted in so long but i need to talk pjo oc and my ideas of making a pjo style fanfic about them because i need these thoughts written down
the main premise is getting caleo to have a healthy breakup [ or well ,,, that's the idea that's starting all this bc i actually want this to be a sort of plot b/c for the characters ]
yes, a main focus would also be a leo x oc bc i'm self indulgent, sue me
the idea of cynni developing a cute teen crush upon seeing a cute latino boy who's rlly hardworking and funny and kinda weird in a good way but having to back up bc he already has a gf
but finding out that his gf lowk treats him like shit so she's like " okay well, i'm, at least, not gonna let that slide " and lowk becomes a couple counselor
her own fatal flaw — kindness — becoming handy in these situations to help calypso become a better partner to leo but also pains her as she thinks about how much closer they'd be together
leo who's mostly unaware of all the subtle counseling cynni's done, denying his own feelings towards someone who finally understands him, sees him, heals him in more ways than one — because he already has a gf he cares a lot about
Her hands reached him slowly, his cheeks squished lightly as she cupped his face.
“I love you.”
She brought him closer, their foreheads meeting and leaving a fluttering sensation in its wake.
She closed her eyes while his stayed wide open. A smallest hint of smile crept up her lips, something she couldn't fight as his skin felt warm on hers.
Tears pricked his eyes as he tried to search for something in her expression, unable to do so as she only looked content to have him there. As if his mere existence was the very thing she was grateful for the world.
“My heart,” her hands looped around his neck. Her touch was a feeling he couldn't describe, it was almost haunting — but he couldn't help but crave the comfort she provided. “my soul.” she continued. The glow of the crystals around them made her look nearly angelic.
“How you've enraptured me in your loving eyes,”
She rubbed her thumb gently on his nape and he simply sat quietly and stared, brows furrowing for a second. For a moment, it felt like she had taken a look in his heart — how the love he desperately craved and gotten pained him greatly. The way he felt his fire had burnt the rope the two candles held that were him and Calypso.
preview of a wip oneshot oc x canon. i haven't finished the books, i'm just winging it.
i actually haven't pass year three yet nor have i played through all the seasons but i read some spoiler on elliot and he sounds like a manipulative prick so far.
my original caption for this was gonna be " i hope mc decks someone in the face at one point " unbeknownst to me that they did canonically punch wenshi to wake him up. jaw dropped and giggled when i read the text tbh.
anyway i got a terrible headache when i made this so here's some info on c.c. so the ones that are interested will be fed for a while.
she's a muggleborn but her magical heritage isn't too far off tbh, here's a ,,, family tree for reference.
anyways, here's some details for her;
her house is slytherin and she actually shares a dorm with lottie and cassandra + a random unnamed student, even befriended cassandra first before daniel and ivy. [ daniel is in hufflepuff and ivy is in ravenclaw in this ,, scenario? universe? something like that. ]
she turned 12 around her first year in hogwarts. ended up making her the older one of the trio, ivy being the youngest in this.
her favorite classes are care for magical creatures and defense against the dark arts, and it's not a class but she does like the dance club too. even though she's close to having two left feet.
as her house implies, she's pretty cunning and charming. very good at convincing other people to do what she wants them to do too.
in terms of personality, it's pretty close to the actual mc just some tweaks here and there.
her parents aren't in the picture so she lived with her grandparents instead, her grandmother mostly doesn't speak english but her grandfather does and he's also a war veteran.
the reason her pupils are strangely colored is actually not because she's blind but the opposite, she has a much better eyesight compared to most people. this makes her a very good observer and a quick learner when it comes to charms or such.
also, as i've implied in another post, she did used to work out sometimes before going to hogwarts. it was more that she plays around with her grandfather's equipments when she's bored though.
overall pretty friendly !! likes to assume the best in people until optimism can no longer be applied.
she does not fuck around when it comes to her friends. she's french, if you cross her or her friends, pray. ← almost debated hexing cassandra one time.
her relationships are actually a bit more complicated than just these but it'll do for now. left some out because like i said, i haven't past year three yet.
i probably missed some stuff so feel free to ask questions about her.
i'll talk about her lore another time, but also kinda a warning in advance that it'll cover some heavy topics. why? i'm fucked up in the head that all my kids need to suffer in some shape, form or way.
since you made it this far, here's a singular unfinished frame that didn't make it to the original vid.
no writing today but here's some art of c.c. and her girlboss gf and boyfailure bf because i've been playing magic awakened and i think all three should just date
Parson has accomplished many things. She acquired her unique magic at an early age and had been training it ever since. At the age of seven, she was taught how to handle different weaponry and was able to fend for others and herself.
And yet,
‘I AM SO STRESSED OVER THIS BIRTHDAY GIFT!!!’
She's found herself fussing over a gift in her room.
Multiple crumpled paper was thrown into the trash can along with pencil shavings with how many pencils Parson has broken. The aforementioned girl continued to brainstorm ideas for a gift for her supposedly self proclaimed rival, Drake.
She could probably just give him a gift card and be done with it but the boy had previously given her a lovely gift on her birthday, so it was only fair she returns the favor. Maybe there was another underlying reason but who knows for sure.
Parson quietly messes up her unbraided hair in frustration, Antos already in deep sleep beside her. She sighed and thought to herself, whoever could help her with the gift before a lightbulb appeared beside her head.
“Pear Blossoms, it is 2 A.M. on a Saturday.”
Sun's tired voice answering the phone made the chameleon froze in her seat.
“... It's what.”
“2 A.M.- you know what, just call me back later during lunchbreak or something. I'm getting my beauty sleep.”
The tired boy quickly hung up while Parson was cursing to herself in her hands for not paying attention to the time and taking so long in deciding a gift.
“Alright, what's your emergency?”
Sun spoke into his phone as he sits at a table with Mital beside him. Parson, who's on the other side, took a deep breath before saying everything in one take.
“So, say you have to get a gift for someone who you barely know but you care about them a lot cause they've been with you for a long time and you admire them quite a bit but you just don't know what to get them so now you're stuck in your room, pondering? What would you do?”
“Right, well. Pardon my language but who the fuck?”
The green-haired beastmangirl chuckled nervously at Sun's question. Hesitantly, she answered. “He's um, in Diasomnia?”
The beauty paused before slowly turning his head just enough to see the Diasomnia students, crossing off unfamiliar ones and landing on a rather crude red-haired dragon munching on his food.
Sun turns away before stating his judgement which made Parson sighs. “You can do better than that.”
“Are you helping me or not?”
Sun sighs in frustration, pinching between his furrowed brows. The chameleon can be so insufferable sometimes.
He takes a moment to think before responding.
“Flowers can mean different things and they're generally given to show appreciation anyway.”
“If he's given you something before, maybe try to reciprocate that with something that you find personal?”
Parson pondered for a moment.
“Hm.. Oh! Sun, I have another favor.”
Drake stood by the NRC entrance gate, impatiently fiddling with his hands and his tail swinging from one side to another in a hurry. He was called by Parson to sit there for a few minutes till she arrives.
He had been pacing around the entrance for 15 minutes and he was now beginning to doubt that she was coming. However, he knows her better than that. She wouldn't pull some kind of weird, cruel prank out of nowhere. But what would she want?
“Drake!”
The aforementioned boy jolted in surprise. Hearing his name suddenly being called, he turned around to see Parson holding a few items in her hands.
The red-haired dragon wasted no time to be beside his "rival's" side. They awkwardly stared at one another and exchanged greetings before the chameleon girl extends out a decent-sized bouquet she was holding.
“Um, these are for you...”
“Flowers?”
“Yeah..! A friend of mine gave me the idea.. They hold special meanings that I think suits you so..”
Drake looks at the variety of flowers which Parson had carefully assorted into a bouquet.
Multiple satin flowers and variegated tulips fills the center of the bouquet while weeping willows are peeking from the bottom and wisterias surrounding all the flowers. Drake looked at it in awe, it wasn't the prettiest thing he's seen that would be Parson but he appreciated the thought that went into the gift.
Parson remembered her other present. She reveals a small box in her hand, the cover was neatly decorated with blue felt and looked almost as a ring box. She extends the box to Drake, avoiding his gaze.
The latter stared at the box for a few minutes before gently taking it off of Parson's hand which intertwined back into her lap once the box is off her hand. The inside held a beautifully hand carved silver charm of a moon.
“This was a.. limited time charm from.. a shop belonged to my friend's mother..”
“I have a matching sun brooch. So I just thought you'd like it...”
Parson's brown eyes was on Drake the whole time as he admired the accessory. Feeling self-conscious, she offered to take back the charm if he didn't like it which she was met with a loud protest which further made Drake stumble in his words.
“Uh, I mean, you've gone through such lengths, it would be rude for someone as great as me to not accept!”
Parson had to take a moment to process before letting out a quiet giggle into her hand as Drake felt his face heat up.
“I hope you like them.”
Parson's soft smile and genuine words made Drake's heart skip a beat. He quickly snapped out of his trance and panics.
“Oh wow, would you look at the time!! You should get back, I'm sure you have important pretty business— PRETTY IMPORTANT BUSINESS to do!!!!”
He continued to push Parson out of the gate despite her protests and she finally leaves begrudgingly with a pout on her face.
The red haired dragon sighed as he quickly return back to the school building.
Drake entered his room, deciding to go to his club activity's after getting changed.
He gently placed the bouquet of flowers on his bedside table and flopped face first on his bed. He had hung the moon charm on the chains of his belt and us now tired out from the birthday celebration.
His mind wanders back to his interaction with Parson, being reminded of her having the dragon charm on the handle of her sheathed sword. For the 10th time today, his face heats up and he ends up screaming into his pillows while kicking his feet out of serotonin.
Just thinking of her cute face drives him nuts.
i hope this little fic cheers mee maw up due to recent events
Drake and Mital belongs to @anaxocs
yoooooo heyyy rayyyyyy. Random ask but why would your oc's superlatives be (ex most likely to succeed or the one that I got which was most likely to win the hunger games) you can choose whichever ones you want ❤️
since you didn't say who,,, i'm doing all of them 😈
also i'm poking fun at them
はんぞ 在やぉ [ayako hanzo] | most likely to get away with murder
viper despair | most likely to challenge god to a fist fight
maya morris | most likely to turn into a supervillain
renesmee fennec | most likely to start a revolution
oliver vagabond | most likely to get lost in a mall
うえむら あきら [akira uemura] | most likely to be hospitalized 10 times a week
antos goldfarben | most likely to have a mental breakdown to an armless snake
maximus appel | most likely to text his ex again
parson | most likely to win in a sword fight, bare handed
red hemingway | most likely to be a disney princess
sun luciu | most likely to be a model
yuuma | most likely to be a cryptid
はるみ みうき [mizuki harumi] | most likely to be worshipped in a cult
миша смирнов hayes [misha smirnov hayes] | most likely to commit homicide
orkid | most likely to poison someone for fun
pulse | most likely to be on unwanted posters
alastair anderson | most likely to bring a bow to a knife fight
nixxiam wu | most likely to accidentally kill a man
charlie [charlotte evans] | most likely to break every bone in her body and still be fine
clarity [clarissa alinsky] | most likely to betray her closest ally
theseus [peter fullilove] | most likely to write self-insert fanfics of his favorite superhero
ryu [rhys williams] | most likely to steal an ice cream from a child
shadow [shay o'sullivan] | most likely to sacrifice herself for her loved ones
Parson opened her locker and set her books in an orderly manner. Students passes by behind her, happy chatters and giggles can be heard throughout the hallway.
Of course, students are naturally big talkers but today was special. Everyone is talking about what their crush or partners will do for them today because-
"Happy Valentine's, Parson. Got anything for me?"
Parson looked at the white-haired male, unimpressed at the boy for closing her locker. "No. And you could've hurt me, Maximus."
She walked pass the stupefied boy, who recovered quickly and chased after the green haired girl.
"I knew you could have dodged it, you're Parson after all. You're quick with your reflexes, yeah?"
He wasn't wrong. She was the captain of the Swords Fighting Club in her first year after all, she was an impressive student by RSA standards.
"Don't you have council work to do?"
"It's not as important as you. You know, I think we should-"
"I think you should lay off my girl."
I've rejected affection for years and years.
A third party joins the conversation, standing tall in front of Max and wrapping his tail around Parson's waist. Sapphire blues bore into Max's brown eyes.
The white-haired boy surrendered with raised arms, backing off to give the two distance. Drake huffs, meanwhile Parson is still replaying the set of words "my girl" in her mind.
Her tail slowly changed into a shade of red similar to her cheeks as she internally screamed in her head, before her inner voice told her to snap out of it.
Now I have it and damnit, it's kind of weird.
In response to her internal conflict, she balled one of her hands into a fist and gave a blow to the back of Drake's head. The dragon boy winced in pain and rubbed the spot where he was hit.
Max saw the opportunity for him to exit the scene and took it. Drake took a brief moment to hiss at the cowering student and commenting something about willing to fight if this happens again before taking his attention onto Parson.
His mouth formed a wide grin, while Parson pouts at his small intimidation tactic. The chameleon turned around and walked away, as he followed suit not too far behind.
As always, Drake complimented Parson the whole time as they walked. Not a single part of his lovely girlfriend was left out from his comments, the way she walked, her hand swaying slightly as he held to one of them, how beautiful she looked, one after the other.
Not one part of Parson was safe from his sweet words and while to others it may seem as if she was uninterested in him, she gets more and more flustered at every single comment made.
He tells me I'm pretty, don't know how to respond.
They finally arrived in front of Parson's dorm room where the girl turns around and finally faces Drake, her tail had returned to it's original green color. "What is it? You didn't come all this way to compliment me for 20 minutes, did you?"
"What if I did?"
Parson scoffed, ignoring the way her heart's beat faster after hearing his claim. Drake only laughed, already used to her cold exterior.
Instead, he revealed a gift bag he held in one of his hands. Parson raised an eyebrow as the red-headed boy starts scavenging in the bag.
First, he pulls out a strangely shaped item but Parson immediately recognizes what it was.
"Is that... a custom sword hilt?" Drake nodded happily before handing it over to his precious girlfriend. She took the hilt carefully, admiring the amount of work that was put into the delicate item before realizing a particular detail.
"Pure silver?! Drake, this must have costed a fortune!!" Parson exclaimed, leaning towards the dragon with wide eyes. The redhead only smiled softly.
"I was lucky enough to get this one in time, hope you like it, Apples."
The chameleon's heart skipped a beat seeing the gentle look on her boyfriend's face [while he mentions something about working his ass off for it]. She bashfully looked away, holding the hilt close to her and quietly thanking him.
She was about to leave to her dorm when Drake held her back and fished out another gift in the bag.
I tell him that he's pretty too, can I say that? Don't have a clue.
"It's... a lizard?" Parson said unsurely at the red [clearly] handmade plush in her hand. Drake quickly denied and corrected her.
"No, it's a dragon, see?!" He points out a pair of small wings that seems to be hanging by a single thread, literally.
"So, if you miss me, you can just hug this little guy! Made it myself."
"I can tell." She added, looking at the messy handiwork.
Parson stared for a few moments before giving a hesitant smile, "It's great. Thanks, Drake."
A bright smile appeared on Drake's face, which caught Parson off guard. Her gaze softened as she stepped closer an gave a chaste kiss on Drake's jawline.
The boy held onto her waist before she could step back and instead, gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, which she reciprocated. The kiss only lasted a minute as the two hesitantly pulled back.
The two lovelizardsbirds stared at one another for a split second before Parson snaps herself out of the trance and backed away.
She stuttered as she wandered to her door, "Uh, I have a club practice in a bit. So, I'll um, see you."
"See ya, Apples!"
With every passing moment, I surprise myself.
From afar, Cricket watched as Parson closed her door and left a happy Drake outside. The moment the door shuts, the dragon boy was expressing his joy with his whole body.
"Stop spying on someone's boyfriend, weirdo."
Cricket glared and signed with his hands, 'I thought you'd be jealous too.'
Max let out a chuckle, "Jealous? Me? I just think Parson could kick my ass. That's kinda hot, y'know."
The purple-haired boy let out a sigh as he took one last glance at the dragon boy jumping and pacing around in joy before leaving the blue-haired boy's view.
"Now will you get to work? We have to plan the new event and check our budget."
Max inquired seeing that Drake was out of sight. Cricket gave one last exhale before walking over to Max's side and walking beside him.
"By the way, got anything planned for Valentines?"
I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys. Someone please help.
Parson closed the door, holding the gift bag given to her in one hand. She grabbed the plushie inside the bag and gently set down the bag on her bed.
She laid down and stared at the plushie for a second before flipping over and starting to squeal at the handmade toy filled with cotton.
'HE'S SO CUTE!!!!'
Parson screamed in her mind, gushing over her cute boyfriend and deciding to treasure the plush for life [though she couldn't understand the random velcro patches on both shoulders and palms]. She couldn't help but snuggle against the plush, giving it small pecks before squealing against her sheets again and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl.
She was so grateful Antos went to his council meeting earlier, she would've rather die than let him see her like this.
Cause I think I've fallen in love, this time.
She peeked out from the sheets, face [and tail] completely red and saw a paper peeking out from the now toppled bag.
She reached out and grabbed the paper to realize it's a letter, a love letter to be more accurate. She opened it and read the contains.
Parson smiled softly, looking at the last line Drake had wrote for her.
'I love you.'
I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine.
i made shrimpy suffer cause i finished this around on the 8th
drake and cricket belongs to @anaxocs
