fate.
a word meaning destiny.
fate.
a word meaning doom.
In which a tragic tale of a young paladin woman, eager to embark on a hero’s journey, must come face to face with the triumphs and tribulations of the real world. ( x. x. )
Hello guys, gals, nonbinary pals, and every other lovely person in this community! The time has come once again for pride challenge because we refuse to be erased and so do our ocs.
Rules
This challenge is for LGBTQ+ ocs only… hence why it’s called the pride challenge.
Tag your posts with #opc2026 in order to have them reblogged. (please do not tag any non-challenge related edits with this)
DON’T steal edits. If you feel your edit or someone else’s has been stolen, report it to our submission box by following these guidelines.
If you want to make a crossover edit with somebody else’s oc, make sure the other person is okay with crossovers.
Feel free to send us any questions and keep in mind that all challenges are up for interpretation.
Be kind!!
PART ONE: IDENTITIES
Day One (June 1st): Gay
Make something for an oc that identifies as gay!
Day Two (June 2nd): Lesbian
Make something for an oc that identifies as a lesbian!
Day Three (June 3rd): Bi
Make something for an oc that identifies as bisexual and/or biromantic!
Day Four (June 4th): Pan
Make something for an oc that identifies as pansexual and/or panromantic!
Day Five (June 5th): Aro/Ace
Make something for an oc who identifies with the aro-ace spectrum!
Day Six (June 6th): Poly
Make something for an oc who is in a polyamorous relationship and/or identifies as poly in anyway!
Day Seven (June 7th): Gender
Make something for an oc who is not cisgender!
Day Eight (June 8th): Anyone Else (Or Again)
Make something for an OC who is LGBTQIA+ in a way we missed in previous days, or take the chance to do another oc who identifies with some of the previous prompts!
PART TWO (June 9th to 18th): SHINE BRIGHT
Create stuff for your LGBTQIA+ OCs that use different colors of the pride flag! These could be edits using these colors, or you could even think of the colors as prompt words!
Day Nine (June 9th): Red
Day Ten (June 10th): Orange
Day Eleven (June 11th): Yellow
Day Twelve (June 12th): Green
Day Thirteen (June 13th): Blue
Day Fourteen (June 14th): Purple
Day Fifteen (June 15th): Black
Day Sixteen (June 16th): Brown
Day Seventeen (June 17th): Pink
Day Eighteen (June 18th): White
PART THREE (June 19th to 26th): QUEER CREATORS
Make something using a queer creator as inspiration! This can be a song, a painting, some writing, anything created by someone who is not cis het!
PART FOUR (June 27th to 30th): RANDOM
Day Twenty-Seven (June 27th): LGBTQIA+ Tropes
Tropes are a ton of fun, and there’s a trope for basically everything! Take a look at this list (or come up with your own) and apply them to your ocs!
Day Twenty-Eight (June 28th): AU
Put your OC in a different world, fandom, or setting—fantasy, sci-fi, historical, anything fun! Show how their identity stays true, no matter where they are.
Day Twenty-Nine (June 29th): Pride
Your OC feels proud of who they are. What makes them feel confident, strong, or seen? Show a moment where they stand tall and own their identity, their journey of finding pride, or what pride means to them.
Day Thirty: OC Pride Exchange
Fill out this form by June 13th, get your match on June 14th, and send in your gift by June 29th! ONCE AGAIN, HERE’S THE FORM! Guidelines Gifsets:
→ 8+ gifs if using two smaller columns
→ 5+ gifs if using one larger column
→ Please only use gifs you’ve made yourself
Graphics/Manips
→ Minimum of 2 images
Aesthetic Boards:
→ Must include 9 images or more
Writing:
→ At least 500 words
Playlists:
→ Minimum of 10 songs
Drawings:
→ Must include some color
→ Sketches should be complete and decently detailed
Mix & Match Gifts:
→ Totally allowed! Just be sure to include at least 4 total pieces (e.g. 2 gifs + 2 manips)
i’m keeping the usual taglist but since this is y/n/reader work, please let me know if you’d like to be removed from this specific taglist!!
Bucky and the rest of the team dragged their feet into the living room. Another day, another mission. Everyone was exhausted. All they needed was five minutes just to close their eyes and rel—
"You guys have about 2 minutes before Valentina walks in with your next assignment," you announced and every single person snapped their eyes open.
"Oh, c'mon, when the hell did you get here?" John groaned. A little down the couch, Ava grabbed a throw pillow to cover her face.
With his eyes opened, Bucky could see you standing at the threshold with your trusty tablet in hands. Unlike him and everyone else, you stood in crisp and neat clothing, hair definitely put together, ready to work like always. You always were.
"I'm not kidding. She's on her way," you repeated and walked a few steps into the room, your heels clicking behind you.
"Y/N, we just got back," Yelena groaned. She laid on the sofa chair, her legs dangling over the armrest. "You should tell her if she walks in here with another stupid assignment, she runs the risk of being thrown out the balcony."
You smirked. "That would be very un-Avenger of you." You walked up to them at the couches and took in their rugged and worn out states. "I'm sorry, I wasn't able to hold her back. She says it's important."
"Every mission is important, according to her!" John exclaimed.
"This one's easy. Alexei already took off to take the lead."
A collective groan left everyone's mouths.
"Of course he did," muttered Yelana who closed her eyes. "Ten minutes. I want ten minutes to take a nap. Is that too much to ask for, y/n?"
"Guys, it's not y/n's fault," Bucky cut in, earning your appreciative nod. "Valentina works her as much as she works us."
God knew that y/n had to deal with Valentina's crap almost as much as the team did. You were the 'new avengers' publicist and more than that, Valentina's coordinator for just about everything. Anything that had to be done went through you, and you always got it done.
"Minus the deadly fighting stuff," you added. "But I do work very hard, thanks Bucky. I'll see you in a bit?"
Bucky nodded at you. "We'll be in the meeting room in ten."
You smiled. "Thank you." She eyed the rest of the team before leaving.
As soon as you were gone, the rest of the team started groaning again, throwing multiple jabs at Bucky for his interference.
"You always do this!" John exclaimed.
"Stop dragging us into your love life!" Ava's muffled cry was perfectly heard by Bucky.
"Seriously, Bucky, if you like her, take her out on a date. Don't give us more work to do just to get on her good side!" Yelena gave Bucky a stink-eye.
"What?" Bucky looked at all of them annoyed. "She just told us that we had work—"
"That's her job, she's always going to tell us we have more work," said John, deadpanning Bucky. "But we would really appreciate it if you got on her good side without dragging the rest of us into it."
Ava raised a silent thumbs up beside him.
"Okay, you're all stupid and we have work to do. Now hurry up," Bucky got up and walked past them, kicking Ava's leg that was dangling off the couch.
She pulled the pillow off her face, revealing glaring eyes, and sat up. "Seriously? We don't get those 10 minutes?"
"Let's go!" Bucky called.
True to your word, Valentina had arrived within the next 2 minutes and was waiting for the team in the conference room. Bucky could hear her start complaining to y/n about their tardiness and how incompetent it was from your part.
"Knock it off, Valentina, we're here," he said as he walked (faster) into the room. He hated hearing Valentina talk down to you. She liked to think that everything could be done perfectly without you when everyone knew that by herself, Valentina couldn't do three things in a row without messing up.
Bless your heart, though, you never complained. You were used to it and usually brushed off the snide comments.
Bucky, however, never forgot each comment. It was why he always tried following your instructions and plans on the first go, why he always made sure that everyone else never gave you a hard time for all the work you asked from them. You were the sweetest, most professional person he had ever known and you only deserve the best.
So…maybe he did like you a little bit. He thought he was a little more subtle about it but according to the others, he wasn't. Still, you never seemed to catch on so maybe he wasn't all that obvious.
Valentina presented their newest mission, which in truth wasn't that bad as the one they had just come from. It was a simple collection mission with an estimated short time duration. They would be back in two days tops. No one was happy about it but they each went to shower and get ready.
You were in the living room again going over a few details on your tablet when Bucky re-emerged freshly changed. You looked up from the couch with a kind smile.
"You're looking better," you remarked, "Sorry you have to hop on another plane again."
"Not your fault," Bucky said, coming over to you. You straightened up and shifted to face him once he sat down. "I don't think you're in charge of the mission schedules."
"The rest of the team seems to think I am," you said, scrunching your nose. "Trust me, if I was, I'd be spreading them out way better than Valentina."
"They're idiots, trust me," Bucky said, and you chuckled softly. He smiled at that. You were very pretty when you laughed.
"If you need anything, let me know," you said after a while. "I'm making the weekly order tomorrow. Bob's requested more frozen fruit for smoothies. He's really into them right now. I won't tell you what Yelena requested."
Bucky smiled with you and agreed it was best to keep that request a secret. "What about you?" he asked suddenly and caught you off guard.
"Huh?"
"What about you? What do you need this week?"
You blinked at the question and chuckled out of sheer confusion. "I don't really — I don't really make personal orders. Val would kill me if I used 'Avenger' money for my own needs."
"But you're here like 24 hours anyways. You should get what you need and leave it here. What's your favorite go-to snack?"
"It doesn't really matter, Bucky…"
"Yes, it does. C'mon," he gave you a little gentle nudge on your side, "first thing that pops into your head. What is it?"
You gave it very little thought, honestly. "The apple-cinnamon fig bars from the Nature's bakery brand."
"See? You should add those to the list!"
"I'm-I'm not doing that, Bucky," you insisted, "Valentina would literally kill me."
"Over fig bars? You've stayed at the tower anyways when we're all working late."
"Exactly, for work," you reminded, though memories of late night movies with the team and take-out dinners didn't exactly fit with the 'work' idea. "Usually anyways…"
Bucky knew what you meant and chuckled. "C'mon y/n, you and I both know that this team — Valentina herself — would not be able to function without your hands."
You flushed and chuckled, this time very, very nervously. "I mean…that might be a little bit of an exaggeration. I can't do half the things you guys can. Not even a quarter of it, actually."
"Brains over bronze any day," said Bucky clearly. "And you definitely have the brains, y/n. Don't let Valentina tell you otherwise."
Your flush grew stronger and you found the only way to fight it was by ducking your gaze and focusing on your tablet. "Thanks, Bucky."
The sound of footsteps and indistinguishable murmuring broke the moment. Bucky and y/n looked over just as the team started coming in. Soon, the team was gone and the tower was empty again.
These were, as you called it before, 'slow days'. You wouldn't say it out loud but you came to miss the chaos that the new Avengers typically brought on a daily basis. Whether it was the usual arguments between Ava and John, Alexei's constant pushes for "more advertisements", Ava and Yelena finding ways to ruin John's day, or poor Bob trying and failing to keep the peace amongst them — it was always chaotic, never boring.
The slow days were just that — slow. This was the time where Valentina pushed you even more to have things ready for when the team returned. These were the 'behind the scenes', if you will.
Unbeknownst to the team, these were also the days you spent the most time in the Tower. You definitely slept over sometimes, which was why Bucky's suggestion of adding your own personal things to the list was more present in your head than ever.
You would love some snacks right now, but God knew how much John would explode if you touched any of his things. Ironically, he was the one who ordered the most snacks. Bob, on the other hand, wouldn't mind if some of his things went missing. You would replenish it in the next weekly order.
~ 0 ~
The team was in and out of the tower after their last mission. They spent possibly about a day or two before they were shipped off again. You, unfortunately, missed out on seeing them.
When you finally returned, you found Bob reading a book in the lounge room.
"How fortunate we are to see you out of your little cave," you joked on your way in.
He peered up from his book with a grin on his face. "It's not that sunny today." He made a slight nod at the windows. He preferred to put himself up in a sunny spot when he read. It made things feel less…cooped up.
You glanced at the windows covered in rain. It had not stopped raining the whole day, making things feel about ten times more gloomy. "Yeah, I know," you sighed.
"Where've you been?" Bob said, propping himself up more on the couch. "The team was here for a bit, Bucky asked for you."
"He did?" You tried not to let the excitement be so evident on your face. To help, you made a beeline for the kitchen. "Did he, uh, need something?"
Whether or not your efforts of casualness were decent, Bob didn't poke at it. He just answered simply. "Think he wanted to tell you something."
"Me?" You came up to the cabinets for a drink. That was up for grabs for sure. "About the team?"
With the cabinet doors blocking your face, you missed Bob shrugging from the couch.
"I don't know. I didn't really ask. Sorry!"
"It's not your fault, Bob. If it was important, he would've left me a…message…"
Bob noticed the sudden pause in your words. He tried peering as much as he could on the couch without falling but he still couldn't catch your face. "Something wrong?"
You had frozen for a moment, eyes catching the familiar green snack box. Apple-cinnamon fig bars. Your hand reached out for the box and pulled it off the shelf. "Bob…" You closed the cabinet doors, "Did you order these?"
Bob saw the box in your hands and immediately shook his head. "No, why?"
"No reason…" You set the box down on the counter and stared at it for a long while.
Bob thought you were acting weird but he didn't want to be rude and point it out. He picked up his book and pretended to read, his eyes glancing up from it every second or so to keep watching you.
You picked up the box again and turned it around. Your name was written on it in a black marker. You recognized the handwriting instantly. You had definitely not ordered them, but you had an inkling suspicion of who had.
You felt the stupid grin spreading across your face. Something warm blossomed in your chest at the same time. It was dumb as hell, feeling like this over a little box with 6 bars inside.
So what if Bucky ordered them for you?
So what if it meant that he had thought about you in the short period he had returned from his mission?
So what?
Bob, who had been staring at you from the top of his book silently, finally gathered the courage to call your name (gently). "You okay?"
With a face on fire, you met his gaze and nodded fervently. "Yup! Aha! Just — you want a snack, Bob? A drink? A—?"
"Pretty sure I probably shouldn't be drinking…" Bob reminded her awkwardly, prompting you to enter a stammering phase.
He thought you were acting seriously strange going through the kitchen trying to come up with a good snack for him. He didn't even pick up when you asked him when Bucky was supposed to get back from this new mission in such a nervous-y voice.
↳Re-Introducing Supernatural Oc: Elizabeth Winchester
Series: A Sister's Love
Books: Back in Black (Coming soon!) [1] Fear the Reaper [2] Poison Whiskey [3] Devil in a Bottle [4] Sweet Dreams [5] Cherry Bomb [6] Bag of Bones [7] Enter Sandman [9] Dust in the Wind [10] In my Time of Dying [11] Stairway to Heaven [12] Sympathy for the Devil [13] Bad Moon Rising [14] Silver Springs [15] Carry on Wayward Children [Bonus Stories]
Summary: A sister’s love can only be described as a fierce, never-ending type of love that time will never be able to touch, distance can't break, and life can't fade. That is exactly what Elizabeth Winchester holds for her brothers.
On November 2nd, 1983...two-year old Liz Winchester woke up in the middle of the night looking for her mom and a cup of juice, but instead she had found the demon Azazel instead, changing the young girl's and her family's life forever.
Liz never quite could forget the monster that sung her a lullaby and slaughtered her mother in the same night...though she never talked it what she saw nor heard from that night. It almost felt like if she did...something worse than what happened that night would happen.
22 years later, Liz is now a hunter of the Supernatural. Along with her father and brothers, their own little family business...saving people and hunting things.
She still has nightmares about that night, but now its been getting worse, and more vividly. Almost like someone was trying to warn her that something is coming....coming for her and her brother.
One day, their father, John Winchester, suddenly goes missing so now her and her older brother, Dean must go get help from their younger brother, Sam, whose been away living his own life for four years, to help them find him.
However, when she finally reunites with her younger brother, she meets his girlfriend, Jessica, as well. Liz can't help but feel like she has seen her somewhere before but she can't remember from where.
Liz will then finally remember how she knew her when Jess ended up dying the same way their mother did... Liz had saw her in her dreams dying the exact same way.
Little did Liz know... that wasn't even the beginning of her and her brothers journey.
ANOTHER year, another maratines... I can't believe we've made it to a third installment of my silly little valentines challenge. as always, feel free to play along at home, and make sure to use #maratines2026 if you do! you can find all of the prompts under the readmore below.
okay love you, bye!
♡ DAY 1 ⸻ realizations
( FEBRUARY 8 ) maybe they were struck by lightning, or it slowly built over time, but what did that 'oh. oh.' moment look like?
♡ DAY 2 ⸻ love languages
( FEBRUARY 9 ) how do they express their love, or how do they want to be loved in return?
♡ DAY 3 ⸻ inspired by
( FEBRUARY 10 ) what tv shows, songs, books, and so on have inspired you while creating this pairing? what has helped shape them and their relationship into what it is?
♡ DAY 4 ⸻ adaptation
( FEBRUARY 11 ) from page to screen, how does their relationship translate? make an edit for the important moment(s) in their story.
♡ DAY 5 ⸻ little things
( FEBRUARY 12 ) what do they like about their partner? what traits make them fall in love over and over again? make an edit for the little things they notice about each other.
♡ DAY 6 ⸻ role swap
( FEBRUARY 13 ) if their positions were changed, would things still be the same? imagine them in the shoes of their partner, how would that play out?
♡ DAY 7 ⸻ one true pairing
( FEBRUARY 14 ) there's just always going to be that one ship that's a little more meant to be.
CASSANDRA HIGHTOWER IN GHOSTS ON THE SHORE
( game of thrones )
The Hightowers have been preparing.
For the past seven years, Lord Leyton has been up in his High Tower, studying ancient passages and spells from the eras before, hoping to stop an endless winter before it starts. But he needs the support of the North, and to do that, he needs a marriage alliance. A strong one not like to break.
Cassandra Hightower, only daughter of Baelor Hightower and Lady Rhonda Rowan, knows she has been bred for a great alliance. A political mind sharpened by her father, a great beauty inherited from her mother, and a wealth of knowledge bequeathed by her aunt Malora, she knows the path she must walk is one not lightly taken.
For wedding her to Robb Stark means not just going against the crown, but going against her family, pitting her against kin in a bloody civil war not seen since the Dance itself.
Terrible things have happened to Hightowers who sought more than what they were given, but Winter is Coming, and like her ancestors before her, Cassandra must Light the Way to spring again.
tagging: @summersaints @sunlitscribe @come-along-pond and @darkwolf76 cause they’re Cassandra’s biggest fans hehehe
