#oc blurbs

[thetiniestrose]

I did a thing

Sneak of their expressions—fake, not polished, just don’t look too hard!

[anaconda-creates]

15, 16, and 20 your choice :D

ooo, I'm going to pick dare for these questions :)

15: What is your oc's fatal flaw? Dare has a lot of flaws, its tricky to choose his fatal one. He doesn't like being told he's wrong, he clings to certain people a bit too hard, he jumps to conclusions and then acts on them before he actually thinks through the situation all the way. This actually leads to him almost really hurting one of his friends-- he receives distressing news, he thinks he understands the situation when he doesn't, he latches on to a notion of justice that is mostly revenge, and he tries to act on it. But it's okay, the key word here is almost. He doesn't actually hurt anyone, but he gets close.

16: Is there anyone your oc has lost contact with? What happened? There's really only one person close to Dare who he's completely lost contact with. Margot, Angelo and Dare's childhood friend, was abducted in 1981 (i think? I need to check my notes lol) and despite their best efforts nobody's seen her since. This is actually the driving force of the plot in the beginning of their story. Getting superpowers opens up a second chance to find Gogo.

20: How quick is your OC to shift blame? Do they own up to their mistakes, or are they prone to start pointing fingers at others? Dare is terrible at taking responsibility for his mistakes lol. Usually he tries to deflect it with a joke or something, but frequently the issue is a little bit too big to just brush off. He gets cagey and avoids conversations about his mistakes, he changes the topic, and if he can't escape the conversation he pulls a disappearing trick and just uses the ghostspace to vanish. Obviously, this puts some strain on his relationships. He's not a very easy person to be friends with, but when it matters he does come through. With great effort and unwillingness on his part, but he does almost always come through eventually.

[winniemaywebber]

Winnie darling!! Happy December prompts season 🥰 I’d love to see 3 and 15 for our dear Jean & Croz, and 23 and 19 for Olive and Dougie? Love you bestie! 🫶

hi, my love!! happy december.

both prompts under the cut to save space! from this list - feel free to send me some more. inbox is open as always!

doctor's orders // knees pressed into soft carpet

A frigid chill swoops through the windows of the Crosby residence, Josephine Harris shivering in its wake.

“Jesus, Jeanie,” she grumbles, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. “Can we close these windows yet? It’s freezing!”

“Go upstairs if you’re cold,” Jean barks back in return, the heaviness upon her body making her sweat. Nobody told her of the sudden hot flashes in the last few weeks of pregnancy, sweating like it’s summer despite the Fall chill. 

“No,” Jo soothes. “I’m staying with you.”

Jean lays back on the couch, groaning in pain. “I’d love it if I could be up and about, trying to get this baby out,” she complains, shifting her head on the cushion of her makeshift bed on the couch. 

“Doctor’s orders, Jean,” Jo reminds her, flicking through a magazine. “You heard him. Bedrest. You’re too top heavy to be getting around,” she smirks, taking in her friend’s convex shape.

“Oh, shut up, Josephine,” Jean huffs. Her eyes suddenly start swimming with tears, biting her lip to unsuccessfully keep them at bay. “Sorry,” she sniffs, reaching towards a handkerchief on the coffee table, Jo handing it to her. “I’m sorry I’m so grumpy. I’ve just had enough.”

“I know, doll,” Jo comforts, pulling a blanket over her friend. “My nephew needs to start making his way out. Believe me, this is just as much fun for you as it is for me.”

A short rap on the door shocks the pair of them, Jo patting Jean on the shoulder as she goes to answer it. 

“Mail’s here!” Josephine calls, entering the living room once again. In her hands, she holds a stack of envelopes, two instantly recognizable. Disregarding the others, Jo kneels in front of Jean, her knees pressed into the soft carpet.

“Who would you like to hear from first, Jeanie Bug?” she asks, her voice soft and soothing. “Rosie or Harry?”

“Binger, please. If that’s okay?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t. Now,” she pauses, carefully opening the envelope. “Let’s see what our Croz has to say.”

My Jeanie,

It won’t be long now, until our boy is here. I wish, more than anything, that I was there to take care of you. Hold your hand, soothe you and make you comfortable. I’m glad Jo is there to do those things. I am so excited that I feel like I’m walking on air around base. 

I hope you’re not in too much pain, my darling. Rosie has passed on from his letters from Jo that you’re not exactly having the best time in these last few weeks, but I promise it’ll all be worth it. All worth it to see our boy.

Jeanie Bug, I miss you with everything in me. Next time I hear from you, you’ll be with our Joseph Robert and I can hardly wait.

All my love, my little wife. 

Bing

“Joseph Robert?” Jo asks, wiping tears from her flushed cheeks. “After Bubbles, and Robbie?”

“Yes,” Jean squeaks in response. “And after you, my best friend.”

ursa major // a hotel bar

“Happy new year, honey girl,” Dougie says, pulling Olive in for a kiss.

“You, too, my love.” 

Despite the promise of a quiet night, the Officer’s Club had turned chaotic; Harry Crosby crooning as awfully as John Egan due to the amount of whiskey he’d put away, Rosie dancing with every Donut Dolly as the band played his favorite jazz tunes, the girls shrieking in absolute delight as he flung them across the dancefloor. Val approaches them, out of breath from her spin with Rosie, glugging back her French 75. 

“Jo’s a lucky woman,” she laughs, clinging to Olive. 

“Hope she can keep up with him,” Olive laughs in reply, watching him fling Tattie about the floor this time. “He hasn’t stopped!”

“Don’t worry, English, she knows what she’s in for.” Everett Blakely comes up behind his girl and plants a kiss on her temple, murmuring something in her ear that makes her giggle mischeviously. “I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” she winks, kissing Olive on the cheek.

“Mhm,” she smirks, taking the glass from her friend’s hand. “Have fun!”

Dougie and Ev saying their goodnights to each other, Olive watches the crowd in front of her dwindle as the time ticks by. She yawns, covering her mouth quickly to hide it.

“Wanna get out of here?” Dougie says, holding her close to him.

“Yes,” she says sleepily, leaning on his chest. “But not to bed. I just wanna be with you a little longer.”

“I’m sure I can make that happen,” he smiles, eyes crinkling at the edges. “Wait here.”

***

A short while later, the pair of them are sitting on the wing of a fort, looking up at the first clear sky they’ve seen in weeks. Precariously balanced, the couple snuggle up together, legs dangling. Olive sighs, looking up at the night sky.

“What’s it like up there?” She asks, tearing her eyes away from above to look at James. 

“Apart from the flak and enemy planes?” he replies, handing her his hip flask.

“Yes, apart from that,” she chuckles, taking a sip. “What’s it like?”

“Well…minus all of that, it’s freeing. When I’m up there, I’m not thinking about anything else. Just getting the job done,” he shrugs, taking the flask back. “But before all that, I get to see the endless blue sky and on a clear day, it’s magnificent.”

“Sure sounds it,” Olive sighs. “I suppose it’s akin to ‘calm before the storm.’”

“Something like that,” he chuckles. “I’ll take you up there, one day. When the skies are safe.”

“You mean Ev will take us up?”

“Right,” he agrees, pulling her in closer. “But I’d want you to sit in the nose with me, sweetheart. Best seat in the house. View is to die for.”

“Uhm?” Olive stops, brow slightly furrowed. “Bad choice of words, darling.”

He tuts, laughing softly after. “You know what I mean.”

Both their heads turn back to the sky, Olive spotting a constellation above them in clear view.

“Look!” She shouts. “Ursa Major!”

“Ursa what?”

“Ursa Major - the bear!”

He pauses for a second, eyes squinting to make out the shape as he follows Olive’s finger, mapping it out for him. 

“Oh, I see,” he says. “It’s not fair that you’re beautiful and smart, y’know.”

“Shut it, you,” she smiles, touching her nose to his.

“Only if you make me.”

[jazeswhbhaven]

Yahhh happy mother's day to Astra and her contribution of 3 half devil babiessss.

And to my other OC, Domani for giving birth to Damian and Dagon!

I was busy doodling other things so I couldn't make a fluffy wholesome thing. BUT the day I decided to make Astra a momma has been great.

and in terms for my cxc ship for Satan and Levi...ig Levi is the "birth giver" so lol

[sporadically-writing]

Ladies' Night

"Get it out of here!" Layla shouts.

Marc wastes no time, jumping over cars and up to the rooftops. The trail of destruction that follows him is the only indication that the jackal is gone.

"What do we do now?" Penny asks.

"We try to find-" Layla pauses- "them. Come on, let's get on the bike."

By the time they get back to the bike, Penny can see that Harrow has exited the main building of his little complex.

"Layla, look."

A man picks something off the ground. Penny realizes in horror that that can only be the scarab.

"I'm sorry, but that belongs to me," Harrow says desperately, "I can offer you food, clothing, but I am unable to offer you this. Thank you."

He delicately takes the scarab from the man's hands, grabbing one of them with his own. "I wish you could live to see the world we make." With that the man arches his body forward, as if shot in the back. He convulses in Harrow's grip before he drops to the ground. Penny wouldn't have to check his pulse to figure out what happened.

Harrow turns his head after admiring the golden beetle, locking eyes with Layla and Penny.

The girls don't stick around, speeding off into the night.

"Penny, we're not going to find them. We've been searching for an hour and a half" Layla says, parking the bike somewhere they can stop and rest.

"Never leave a man behind?"

"I think it's a little late for that now, they're probably already gone" Layla says.

"Gone where?"

"The only place to go. Cairo."

"Egypt?"

"Yes. That surprises you?"

"No-" Penny sighs. She sits down on a park bench, dropping her head. She shakes her hands angrily through her hair, unwilling to admit something she despise but cannot avoid in this moment, defeat.

"Where do you live?" Layla asks.

"Sorry?"

"I asked you where you lived."

"Why?"

"Because I'm dropping you off."

"Like Hell you are."

"What?"

"Look, I know your probably don't have the best first impression of me from earlier today, but whether you like it or not, I'm helping."

"I don't-"

"Need my help?" Penny offers. "I'm sure you don't, you were phenomenal back there! And you certainly know a lot more about this situation than I do. But everything is easier with someone else. Besides, you can't babysit Marc and Steven while watching your own back. I'm not asking you to like me, all I am asking is that you take me with you."

"...Fine. We leave tomorrow morning."

"Great! We can stay at my place."

Layla scoffs.

Penny giving directions, the girls arrive at the flat in a short time.

"Hello dear!" greets Penny's elderly neighbor.

"Good evening Mrs. Parry."

"You've been off dashin' about today haven't you?"

"I've just been a bit busy ma'am."

"And who's this gorgeous girl with you this evening?"

"This is my friend Layla, she's staying with me tonight" Penny answers.

"Pleasure to meet you," Layla responds.

"Don't stay up too late dears, good night."

"Goodnight Mrs. Parry."

With that the two enter the flat, Layla saying, "Well, she's charming."

"She always is. Welcome. Make yourself at home" Penny says, habitually hanging her keys on their hook.

"And you're sure you live here? Looks like you just got here."

"Have for three years, I just keep it clean. You can have the bed, I sleep better on the couch anyways."

Penny wanders over to the kitchen sink, running her wounded arm through the water and hissing.

"Wait." Layla stops her, shutting the water off. "Let me at least treat it properly. It'll slow you down otherwise."

Penny allows herself to be corralled over to a stool after grabbing her first aid kit she keeps sensibly in the kitchen where injuries are most common.

Layla gets the supplies required for cleaning the cut and grabs Penny's wrist softly. Slowly turning it so she had easy access to the affected area. The pair lock eyes, Penny's ears more pink than they should be.

"This is going to hurt," Layla says.

"It already did," Penny chuckles.

"Gods, you're worse than Marc ever was. Shut up and hold still."

"Yes ma'am."

The hiss that comes out of Penny's mouth could rival a cobra's but she stands firm.

"Told you" Layla laughs.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Just be more careful next time, alright? We won't have time to do this while we're out there" Layla chides, applying a bandage.

"Sure."

"I will say," Layla says after a pause, "You held your own a lot better than I expected you to."

"Thanks" Penny chuckles, "I would hope so."

She stands up, swinging her arm once around just to test, wincing a little, before nodding her head over to a punching bag hanging in the corner.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Are ya hungry?"

"No... Thank you..."

The two settle in, Layla taking the bed, Penny taking the couch. They bid each other goodnight, the light of the moon and quiet hum of traffic outside lulling them to sleep.

[cillyscribbles]

Commander Aura joins the Force in the arms of an ex-Crèchemaster, the arms that had rocked countless children to sleep without ever having the thought they'd do the same to a person who'd never wake from slumber again.

General An'nar returns to the Temple and never responds to the title again. Like a ghost they wander the hallways for days before always making it back to the crèche to wish the initiates goodnight, only smiling in the presence of their children.

Occasionally, they wander to the Healing Halls. When they feel the oncoming chill of the Cosmic Force touching down on a life. They hold the dying, soothe them for rest. It is right that way, because nobody deserves to die with no one by their side.

[ametriarch]

[OC Sketch - Maharani Rahayu Baskoro]

Sketches of an old OC that I've been meaning to redraw now with my current style! Rani just having a late night smoke out in the balcony probably. Both of her just pondering except ones of her fresh out of the shower. Allowing her thoughts to ponder and waft away along with tendrils of smoke. The thoughts slowly dissipate as her cigarette burns short till nothings left to smoke.

[sorenmarie87]

Her newest obsession

Her touch was always delicate but Fascienne kept her eyes closed until she felt Alina’s lips brush over her newest tattoo.  “Cienne, I know your awake but if you keep your eyes closed, you’re going to miss out on one hell of a show.”

OC TAGS - @lovetusk @mirajanefairytailmage @coffee-obsessed-writer @docharleythegeekqueen