#amelia smith

[noratilney]

Amelia Smith, Riverdale + a moodboard for every oc (171/?)

tag list: @akabluekat, @arrthurpendragon, @bravelittleflower, @foxesandmagic, @juliaswickcrs, @kendelias, @kingsmakers, @nixdragon, @ocs-supporting-ocs, @starcrossedjedis, @sunlitscribe, @villain-connoisseur, @waterloou, @wordspin-shares

[artisticcatlily]

concept art for Mama Jo's wife Amelia!

[notsodaily-smolkakyoin]

Woah! You also have a ghost-friend? I thought that I'm the only one! Dang this is so cool! (badly-drawn-narancia)

“What’s your friend’s name?”

@badly-drawn-narancia

[tiny--spock]

OC Questions

This post is for questions regarding a few of my origninal characters, brought to me by @caffeinatedhummingbird. Thank you! Now--

"So, you are the one who made me?"

I paused, shocked at the new voice in the room I was previously alone in. I turn my head. Immediately to the left of me was the source of the intrusion. A moderately tall woman hovered over me where I sat. Her sharp, dark eyes peered curiously down at me and her meticulously plucked eyebrows furrowed.

"Aishwarya?"

"Ash." My newest character corrected me. "Call me Ash, everyone does." Her melodic voice had a theatrical quality to it, it could have carried all the way to the back of the college classroom I just invented and transported myself to!

"Right, right I know that..." I respond, flustered at the sudden appearance of my character. "What are you doing here?"

Her thin, mauve lips twisted to one side and her head tilted in displeasure.

"I originally came here to ask you why you've announced my arrival almost a week ago but still haven't placed me in your story..."

"Next chapter, I promise. Things have been a little crazy lately--"

"I use that excuse all the time." A new voice, remarkably relaxed and drawn out, cut me off. I turned my head again, and I was met with two more characters facing me in the front row! Megan sat stretched back across a char, her legs adorned with torn black jeans and holographic shoes were propped up on the desk in front of her. Next to her was Elizabeth, sitting stiffly at the edge of her seat and fiddling nervously with her fingers.

"But really, I'm just lazy." Megan continued, flipping an aqua-colored lock of hair in front of her left eye. She said nothing else, just stared at me in a way that was either smug or concerned. Maybe both. I shrugged, crossing my arms and looking down at a very interesting wood pattern on my desk.

"Eh, writer's block. That's what this post is for. I was sent a couple questions by Caffeinated Hummingbird--"

"That sounds like a lot of energy." Elizabeth remarked to herself, so quietly that it was barely heard.

"Yeah. They were about you guys, and I was like 'hey, that looks like fun' and now here I am."

"So this is a Q&A, like a movie cast?" Ash, taking a seat next to Megan, grinned brightly and flung her long hair back over her shoulder.

"Well, not exactly..." I started, but not before Megan beat me to it.

"Usually Victoria speaks for us about these posts. She did make us, so..."

"Oh." Ash's face fell, obviously disappointed.

"--But, we could do something different this time!" I spoke up. "I'll call on one person at a time, and ask the questions."

Ash lit up at this suggestion, Megan shrugged, but Elizabeth apprehensively glanced at me and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I have her no relief though as I glanced down at my list.

"Elizabeth, you're up first."

The woman turned red and buried her face in her hands.

"Is anyone going to be able to see this?" Her deadpan question was muffled.

"Just everyone with access to Tumblr and the internet."

Elizabeth groaned, crossing her arms on the table and waited for my question with bated breath.

"One. Is there any meaning to your name?"

Relief flashed through her face very briefly before she thought for a moment.

"Well, I know about my first name. My parents named me after Elizabeth the I. She was... intelligent, a good leader, pretty much everything my parents were hoping I'd turn out to be. I'm sure that you could tell them whatever else is meaningful about my name."

I nodded. "Yes, yes I can! I gave you 'Bradford' for a surname after one of my old classmates. We were friends since middle school, she was really sweet, intellignent, and her favorite subject in class was science. Anyway, here's your second question. Speaking of your parents, although you just answered this a little.... Did you ever have a lot of pressure or expectations to do well from your family?"

Elizabeth sat back and slouched, her nervousness quickly replaced with conviction.

"Yeah, all the time! My parents, being really successful themselves, expected me to have everything-- good education, lots of friends, great job house and car, and to have my own family by now. Obviously, only some of that happened and... the things on that list that I have achieved are up for critique as well. I was actually a little relived when they moved across the country so I had an excuse to miss Thanksgiving."

Megan, who was listening with rapt attention throughout, suddenly placed her feet on the floor and leaned towards Elizabeth.

"ME TOO! I wish I had a picture of what my parent's faces looked like when I told them I wanted to study music at university! They refused to put a single penny towards it, but that's okay. I'll prove the arts are cool enough for me to make a good job of it!"

The excited girl stood up and swung herself to me, leaning over my desk. I had to scoot my chair back at the shocking, uncharacteristic display of the normally laid-back girl. If I realized this would be such a hot-button issue I would have done one-on-one interviews! Her widened eyes, surrounded with dark makeup, stared at me hopefully.

"Is that going to happen?"

I paused, not knowing what to say. Of course it's reasonable to ask me that, after all I determine her destiny. However, it could prove disastrous to just tell her the future like that.

"Maybe." I start. "But that will depend on you and Bordon."

"You mean Richie?"

My mouth gaped open for a second then snapped shut.

"....Yes. It will depend if you and uh, 'Richie,' do exactly what I say. Some of the other characters..." My eyes drifted to the back of the classroom where James, Banastre, and Amelia were hurling pencils, spitballs, and complicatedly-folded paper planes (respectively) at each other.

"...Seem to take on minds of their own."

This answer seemed to satisfy Megan, and she turned into her normal relaxed self as she went back to her seat. I forced my eyes back to my characters up front.

"Well! We've gotten just a little off-track, but part 2 of our questionnaire will began soon."

[that-one-fanartist]

~~BYE BYE MY DEAR LOVER, WE WON’T MEET AGAIN~~

[that-one-fanartist-draws]

h e r e it is!! (i was supposed to finish this h ou r s ago)

[dollyharlow]

Introducing Louisa Catherine Johnson aka Louise Johnson. She's historically John Quincy Adams's wife but in this AU, she's his ex.

[artisticcatlily]

Mama Jo and their wife Amelia!!