#allboutocs

[hiddenqveendom]

spare a thought maybe? 🥺

what should i focus on upon my return?

edits for new ocs (fandom suggestions welcome in the comments)

edits for existing ocs (feel free to be specific in the comments)

Voting ended onDec 31, 2025

[rose-of-oz]

𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑪 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟏 ("𝑰 𝑨𝒎 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓")

Let’s start off easy! Make something about your oc and their titles; are they a doctor, an agent? What about their nickname, do they have one? What does it mean? Do they like it? Who gave it to them? Maybe you can do their aliases; whether they’ve gone undercover and have a lot of names or just changed it because they want to, go crazy!

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Loreid (Eli Logan + Spencer Reid).

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of past child abuse, mentions of emotional abuse, kissing.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Written for day one of Criminal Minds OC Week, featuring autistic Spencer Reid (not really mentioned, but he is).

(𝑨/𝑵: 𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝑪 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚!)

𝑬𝑳𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑭 many names.

First there was the one he was born with, the name on his birth certificate: Elias. When he was young, he hadn't minded the name so much; it was fancy, after all, and his father had told him that it had been his grandfather's middle name. Said grandfather, the father of Eli's own dad, had died of a heart attack before Eli's mother had even gotten pregnant with him, and to six-year-old Eli, so fascinated with all things morbid even at such a young age, it had been a source of pride. Naïve as he had been, he’d thought that being named after a dead man was something pretty cool.

But the liking his birth name hadn't lasted very long. Because Elias, that same name that he shared with a dead guy and had used to think was so cool, had quickly become a weapon in his mother's mouth. Whenever Christine Logan was five glasses of wine deep and began to rant at her son, the name his father had fought to give him would come from her mouth like a lash in the air, the disgusted way her lips curled around the syllables making it sound like her own son’s name left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Elias, you’re such a disappointment.”

“Elias, you’re a hideous thing. I can’t believe something that looks at you came from me.”

“You’re worthless, Elias! I wish your father had thought to use protection, that way we would never have been stuck with you!”

The scars left by the blade his mother had made his name into were such that he never wanted to be called Elias again. He tolerated it from his superiors, people he couldn’t correct for fear of professional reprimand, and strangers, people who could be forgiven for it because they didn’t know any better. But everyone who knew him in his adult life had come to know this simple rule: call Eli by his government name, and you get your teeth knocked in, either by the man himself or by Morgan, who would do just about anything to keep people from hurting his friends.

Aside from his birth name, Eli had been known as a couple different things. He was Mr. Logan to people outside of work, but in a more formal setting than just a random exchange in public, and Agent Logan to other FBI employees or any civilians he talked to on a case. He liked Agent Logan - it called to mind the feeling he’d used to have about Elias, that pride that warmed up his chest and made him break out in a smile. Now, however, it was pride at fulfilling his childhood dream of taking down killers, rather than simply sharing the name of an old man who had been murdered not by another human, but by his own body turning against him.

Mr. Logan he liked much less. It wasn’t bad, but it reminded him too much of his father, of the painful past he tried so hard not to let define him. He hadn’t spoken to his father in over five years, and could often go days without remembering he even had a father, but whenever someone called him Mr. Logan, all those painful memories, all the trauma and pain, came rushing back, and it was all he could do to get out a strangled “Mr. Logan’s my father, call me Eli.”

But now, as he sat in mostly dark apartment, the comforting weight of one Spencer Reid curled up against his side as they watched episodes of David Tennant’s run on Doctor Who (Spencer’s choice, not that Eli was complaining; he could stare at both David Tennant and Billie Piper for hours), Eli wasn’t thinking about any of his names, or the feelings attached to each one. All he was thinking about was the feeling of Spencer’s shirt beneath his fingers, the soft strands of that famous hair as they tickled his cheek, and, only slightly, exploits of Rose Tyler and, in his opinion, the funniest Doctor to ever ride in a TARDIS.

He continued to think about those things for a while, until, as another episode ended and the credits started to flash onto the screen, Spencer abruptly sat up. Eli felt the absence of the other man’s head on his shoulder keenly, and almost without thinking, he started to reach for Spencer to pull him back, but quickly placed his hand back down on the couch, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“What’s up?” Eli asked, leaning slightly toward the man he’d been going on dates with for the past three weeks. Seeing the clear nerves on Spencer’s face and noting the way he’d started fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt, worry began to spark in Eli’s gut. “Spence?”

“I, uh…” Spencer began, then cleared his throat before continuing. “I have something to ask you?” It seemed like a statement, but his words lifted up at the end of the sentence, as if asking for permission to ask Eli his question.

“Yeah, sure,” Eli replied, curious about where this was going. It couldn’t be about a case, Spencer was never this nervous talking about work. Was he going to say he didn’t want to go out with Eli anymore? Eli desperately hoped not. He cared about Spencer too much for it not to hurt if the other man had decided he didn’t like him romantically after all.

Spencer turned to face him now, anxious hands still playing with the ends of his sleeves. He was pointedly avoiding eye contact, and though Eli knew logically that that was only because Spencer generally found it uncomfortable, it didn’t do anything to help the anxiety slowly building in his chest.

”So, um…” Spencer began, awkwardly fumbling over his words. “We’ve - we’ve been going on dates for a few weeks now.”

“Yeah, we have,” Eli agreed, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. Oh, he really hoped Spencer wasn’t about to end their relationship before it even took off. He knew without a doubt that it would crush him.

“And given that it’s been three weeks, and I know people normally cement their relationship status by this point…” Spencer broke himself off, swallowing deeply before dragging his eyes to actually meet Eli’s. “I was wondering if, maybe… you might want to make this official?”

It took almost a full minute for Eli to actually grasp the meaning of Spencer’s words, but when he finally did, it was like fireworks had exploded in his chest. A huge, cheek-stretching grin broke out across his face, bright and glowing joy flooding through him and making him have to suppress a whoop of celebration.

“Spencer Walter Reid,” he said, trying hard not to just grab Spencer and kiss him senseless right there. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

Spencer let out a small huff of laughter and rubbed the back of his neck, staring awkwardly down at his lap. “I guess so? It’s totally fine you don’t want to or I’m moving too fast, but I do really like you and I just thought-”

“Spence,” Eli cut him off, impulsively reaching out and grabbing the other man’s hand. Spencer flinched slightly at the sudden contact, and Eli quickly made to pull away, but to his surprise, the doctor laced his fingers with Eli’s before he could.

Looking at their joined hands, Eli’s smile stretched wider, and he continued what he’d been saying. “I’d love to be your boyfriend. And for the record, I really like you too.”

Looking back up at him, Spencer smiled shyly, and so cutely that Eli wanted nothing more than to sweep the genius into his arms and never let him go. “Yeah?”

“Definitely,” Eli responded, then, unable to resist anymore, asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yep, yes, absolutely,” Spencer said eagerly, nodding his head fervently, and Eli couldn’t help but chuckle before leaning forward and capturing Spencer’s lips in his own.

And as two sets of lips moved against each other, only breaking apart when there was no more air in either of their lungs and going back to cuddling and watching the Tenth Doctor and Rose have adventures through time, Eli’s mind finally turned to his various names.

He found, however, that of all the things he’d been called throughout his life, none of them sounded quite as sweet and utterly right as Spencer’s boyfriend.

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[ironverseocs]

OC Halloween Challenge » Day 13 | Time Travel

“I wish I could have seen them in concert.” ~ Lara Irvine is transported to the decade she claims was the best in terms of music. The 1960s.

forever tag: @ocfairygodmother - want to be added? send me an ask!

[emiliachrstine]

JULIA KENNEDY + DICK GRAYSON

You are my dearest friend. My deepest love. You are the best of me.

[raging-violets]

“Are you wearing my shirt?” for pre-relationship Kendall/Riley, please?

The smell ofpaint twitched up Kendall’s nose, making him back away and turn his head, pressinghis face to his shoulder to breathe through his sleeve. When he finally wasclear, he looked back at the wall before him and shook his head as he lookedover the large hole in the wall once more.

One too manytrips down the swirly slide.

He should’veknown his mom wasn’t kidding when she said, “Next one who goes through the wallis fixing it.”

But he wasn’t the one who went through the wall,his hockey stick did. Okay, he was abit too lazy to just go through the front door, but who wouldn’t use the swirlyslide to enter his apartment whenever they wanted?

But to beregulated to a full day of learning how to fix a whole in the wall, gatheringthe supplies, then actually fixing said hole in the wall—all so Bitters wouldn’tgive them their third strike? That was some sort of torture. Especially when itwas such a beautiful day. He could be at the beach, or out playing roller hockey,or getting screamed at by Gustavo.

“It’s notthat bad, Hockey-Head, don’t be a baby,” Riley said, lowering her arms, usingher roller to smooth paint down the wall. She looked at him, tilting her headaside and flashed a teasing smile. “You’ll get used to it, considering how muchstuff you lot tend to break, yeah?”

“Ha ha,”Kendall replied. He sighed heavily, seeing how much longer the repairs wouldtake. Having to wait for the wall to dry and then having to do another coat.Not to mention the constant complaints about the smell and having to keep thewindows open at all times. “At least Gustavo hired professionals to do it.”

“That’sbecause he knew you lot would much it up.”

“Can you bea little supportive?”

Riley turnedto him with wide, innocent eyes. She blinked, lashes fluttering as she asked, “Isn’tthat why I’m here?”

Kendall felthimself smile in response. Yes, it certainly was why she was there. He hadn’teven asked for her help. He warned her about her and her siblings about not usingthe swirly slide to get into the apartment—it seemed to be the only way theyever arrived at The Crib—and she’d asked what happened. He sheepishly filled inthe story and the next thing he knew, she was rolling up to the PalmWoods witha trunk full of supplies to repair the wall.

“I was just goingto get the stuff from Bhudda Bob,” Kendall remarked, when he went out to greether, somewhat dazed at the gesture.

At that,Riley snorted and asked, “You were going to trust getting materials from BhuddaBob?”

“Good point.”Kendall took a long-handled paint brush and a few paint cans from her. “You don’thave to waste your day helping me.”

“No worries,mate,” Riley replied. Then she brushed her hair over her shoulders and addedwith a smirk—of course with a smirk, “I couldn’t have you fuck anything elseup, yeah?”

Now, Kendallbrushed sweat off his forehead and frowned as he folded his arms. Most of the daywas gone, but it didn’t matter. He actually found himself having fun, just ashe always did when he hung out with her. Even with her thinly veiled threat, “IfI get paint on any of my clothes, I’ll kill you.”

Kendall lookedat her then, smiling and looked away when she looked back. Then he did a doubletake, noticing—and simultaneously wondering—that the length of the dress shirtmade it appear that she wasn’t wearing any shorts. (He was not staring at her legs, thank you very much). But then realized theshirt looked somewhat familiar to him. He tilted his head, parted his lips,closed them as his eyes squinted, then finally asked, “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Maybe.”Riley casually glanced down at the flannel that covered her arms. “I found itin the costume closet.” She then gave him a funny look. “Not like you’d knowthe difference, yeah?”

“I might,”Kendall lobbed back.

“How many differentflannel shirts do you own?”

“I don’tknow. I stopped keeping track after the first ten.”

“Do you havesome sort of emotional attachment to it?”

“Oh yeah,that blood stain on the sleeve is from the first fight I got in, in a hockeygame,” Kendall joked back. “I knocked the other kid’s teeth out and still wenton to win the championship game. I’ll cherish it forever.”

“Do you wantit back?” Riley asked, lifting her hands as if to grab the collar. Her eyebrowstwitched upwards, the corners of her lips starting to pull back into a smirk.

“Not unlessyou can get the paint out of it,” Kendall replied, looking over the splotches thatpolka-dotted the front and arms. He then her met her gaze and added with asmile, “And, it looks better on you, anyway.”

[renegadesfanfic]

RENEGADES: POST-ENDGAME AU (THE WIDOW)

The funeral was a spectacle. Hundreds of people turned out, yet it was eerily silent. Many people shed tears and remorse over the loss. Yet, in the middle of all the heart-wrenching grief, stood a young woman who bore their grief--who was leading them forward. Her face was still, eyes dripping with exhaustion--it wasn’t hard to tell she hadn’t gotten any sleep while preparing the funeral. She emanated courage but on the inside she was screaming for help. Terrified and lost, she struggled to keep her head up--struggled to prepare herself for facing the world without him.

[crookedgoddess]

luce tyler + relationships, part two (inspo)

“You are my everything, little Alice. You don’t understand how hard it was to conceive you but once I found out I was pregnant with you - I knew I meant to be your mum.”

The little girl in her lap smiled up at her mother with a gummy smile. Lucinda ran her fingers through her daughter’s blonde hair and smiled lightly to herself. She could see the sad woman she often saw in her dreams, in her daughter. The woman’s name escaped her but her eyes were always drawn to the blood red roses in her room when the woman entered her thoughts. Elise had insisted that the beautiful flowers be in her room, to give it more life.

“Lucinda, Director Sinclair is on his way,” called a husky voice she was coming to know well. Lee Kwangho had been her personal guard for a month now and his presence was becoming soothing in times like this - when the few hours she got to spend with her daughter ended and the loneliness creep back in.

[poeandmoonknightgirl]

Some FBAWTFT edits with my OC Carly Lynn.

Enjoy.