#timeless oc

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A bit of soft Flynn and Ana

[acabecca]

Endless list of OCs // Alex Logan - Fired Up - Timeless [1/??] Alex Logan has spent her whole life being the stereotypical ‘good girl’ - she never broke curfew, never cut class, never gave her parents any reason to worry about her. She thought it was only fair that her parents had at least one child who wasn’t constantly bringing trouble to their door the way her older brother had always done. But somehow, following the rules and being on the right path her entire life, had led her to somewhere she never would have expected - right to Garcia Flynn.  Wyatt was never drinking again. Never. He had said that many times in the past, but this time the ringing in his head just wouldn’t stop and he groaned, burying his face in his pillow and willing sleep to come to him once again. It took him all of thirty seconds, but what felt like a lot longer, to realise the ringing was coming from his bedside table and he huffed, blindly reaching for his phone before squinting at the screen and frowning when he saw an unknown number flashing up. Sighing, he covered his eyes with his hand as he pressed the phone against his ear. “Hello?” “Hey, it’s me. Listen-” “Who’s me?” Wyatt interrupted. “Uh. Me. Alex. You know, your favourite and only sister who you swore to Mom and Dad that you’d take care of and look out for no matter what? Remember?” “Vaguely.” Alex paused. “Wyatt, are you drunk?” she asked in concern, and Wyatt rolled his eyes. “Are you calling me for a reason, or just to be judgemental and use your Mom voice?” “You’re right, I’m sorry,” Alex apologised quickly, and that made Wyatt sit up with a frown. Alex never apologised, she was constantly judging him and his bad decisions, even more so since his life has spiralled since Jessica’s death and his bad decisions had become more frequent. “I’ll hold off on the judgement.” “Alex, is everything okay?” “…No. No, it’s not. I’m in trouble, Wyatt,” Alex whispered. “I need your help.”

[twoshipsnorowboat]

Lil Ana piece for my first twitch stream!

Real question: If I continued to do streams (and figure out how to play some music over it lmao) would you guys watch? I don’t know if I can promise regular streams, and they’ll usually be at night (EST). I could take requests and stuff!

[twoshipsnorowboat]

@emmathompsonsmartini made her post of Millie (drawn by the amazing @theadorelocksly) and finally reminded me to make my post for my OC..

Meet Ana Tsay! She’s a quiet but assertive anthropologist who specializes in cults. Her own parents’ lives were hijacked by the introduction of one into their lives, sparking a fire in her to smite the organization (literally, by the way; she committed arson on one of the headquarters when she’s seventeen but unfortunately was arrested by the police). Stuck in jail, she looked for a way out to finish her quest for revenge and found one in Flynn, an at-the-time 30 year old NSA agent, who’s looking to start an investigation on the aforementioned cult—and ends up dismantling it with her.

Ever since, she’s considered herself somewhat indebted to Flynn and always answers when he calls for help; besides the life debt, she genuinely enjoys hanging out with someone who understands as she does that family is everything—even though she hates he’s such a prominent reminder she’s only 5’3”. (She’s got a habit of perching herself on furniture like cats do with high ground; Flynn jokes it’s to make up for her height.)

Despite never having set foot in Korea in her life, she’s still got the bbali-bbali culture—she’s got no patience for speeches and dramatics and always pushes for the most efficient solution. Because of that, her mind’s basically running like a hamster running frantically on a wheel all the time. That said, she’s not one for many words, preferring to listen quietly and say something only when it’s needed. Of course, her judgement of “needed” is extremely subjective; she’ll clam up when someone asks her about her anxious hand tremors but she’ll point out their untucked shirt. Although her silent manner and brutal honesty might seem cold, she’s deeply caring and kind.

She’ll show up in the epilogue of my fic quietly, he falls in love which I swear will be up by the end of the week. (a promise that will frustrate both you readers and myself if I fail to meet, because come on, it’s goddamn time.)

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Coloured in an old sketch of @emmathompsonsmartini’s OC Millie!

[theadorelocksly]

Again, you should totally make a timeless OC. Very fun😎

✏️Commissions open🖍

[theadorelocksly]

I HIGHLY recommend making a Timeless oc. Super fun🤠

[acabecca]

Fired Up // a prompt that literally no one asked for or wants but I don’t care because I love Garcia Flynn and I want him to have a family again :) Alex never tired of flicking through the leather bound journal. She had read it dozens of times, she knew it like the back of her hand, she had memorized certain pages and yet each time she opened it, it felt as though she were seeing it all for the first time. It had been different back then, though. It had felt as though it were just her and Flynn against the world, just the two of them against her brother and his team, and against Rittenhouse. But now, after working with and growing close to Lucy, the words in the journal Lucy had yet to write held a whole new meaning. It had all seemed so unbelievable at first – time travel, an evil organization so intent on changing history, and a small team of just three people trying to stop someone who was always one step ahead. It was like something out of a science fiction movie and Alex had started to understand how Marty McFly must have felt when Doc Brown had shown him the DeLorean. That was why Alex was struggling to understand how Flynn had so easily believed Lucy when she has supposedly appeared from the future to warn him about Rittenhouse. She’d never really given it much thought before but being stunk in this godforsaken bunker had given her nothing to do but think, and it occurred to her that it didn’t make any sense. Flynn was nothing if not careful, he never rushed into anything without thinking it through and she found it hard to believe that a journal was enough to convince him that time travel existed. Her eyes drifted from the page she was reading and landed on where Flynn was sat on the too-small sofa across from her, his feet propped up on the table and his eyes trained on the TV. It was rare that they found any time alone in the common area of the bunker, but here they were. Alex assumed Wyatt was done keeping an eye on her and just being a general pain in her ass, but had no idea where everyone else was. Still, she wasn’t bothered, she supposed. It gave her time to talk to him. “Hey.” Flynn’s tore his gaze away from the TV as he shot her a confused smile. “Hi?” “I was just wondering,” Alex started, standing up from her seat and walking towards him, squishing into the seat beside him. “Can I ask you something?” “You just did, Alex.” She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean,” she huffed, and Flynn shrugged. “So, I was just thinking and… Well… I know you said Lucy came to you from the future or whatever, and she told you all about the time machine and Rittenhouse and everything, but… Well, how did she convince you? How did you know she was telling the truth? She must have had evidence.” “You’re reading it,” Flynn gestured to the journal in her hands. “This was all?” Alex raised an eyebrows, waving the journal in front of him. “A book that anyone could have written at any time?” Flynn frowned. “You’ve known about the journal since you found me.” “No, I know, but…” Alex shifted, biting down on her bottom lip. “It just seems… strange, that’s all. I’ve never really thought about it, but this was enough to convince you there was an actual real time machine and that you could go back in time and stop the people responsible for killing your family? If someone gave this to me in a bar I’d think it was the ramblings of a mad woman-” “Has Wyatt gotten into your head, hmm?” “What? No,” Alex shook her head. “No, Wyatt hasn’t said anything to me. I know you, Flynn, and I know you never would have jumped into this without definitive proof. This journal… It just doesn’t cut it. So what else did Lucy say to you?” she asked, and Flynn pursed his lips. “You’ve never questioned me before. Don’t you trust me, Alex?” “Of course I trust you-” “Just not enough to believe me?” he scoffed, standing up from the couch and walking towards the fridge. Alex followed, rolling her eyes behind his back as she dropped the journal on the coffee table. “I do believe you, I just don’t think you’re telling me the full story,” she shrugged her shoulders and Flynn paused, the fridge door open as he reached inside and grabbed a bottle of coke. “Okay I know how that sounds, but I just- listen,” she paused. “There had to be something else, something she told you. I just don’t understand how her journal was enough. I feel like- like there’s something you aren’t telling me and- I can’t explain it. I don’t know if it’s being here with everyone, with us suddenly being on the same side as the other and with us being stuck here with Wyatt, but you’re… Different. Things are different. You’re different with me.” Flynn sighed, glancing around to make sure they were really along before he put his drink down on the table beside them. He moved so he was stood in front of Alex properly, blocking her from view if anyone were to walk down the corridor and she looked up at him, patiently waiting for him to explain. “There was something else. Something that she showed me that made me believe her,” he told her carefully. “But I can’t tell you what that was, Alex. You have to trust me.” “I do trust you, I- I left my brother and my friends because I trusted you, Flynn. I put my life on the line on multiple occasions and I need to know why. What aren’t you telling me?” she asked again, but Flynn just shook his head. “I can’t tell you. It will change everything.” “Plenty of things have happened that have changed everything!” Alex threw her arms in the air. “Jess came back from the dead. Jiya has visions, Lucy’s great grandad is alive and kicking in and probably younger than I am, Wyatt brought JFK to 2018 and lost him. Something is always happening to change everything, but we always deal with it, because we always work together. You need to tell me what she showed you, Flynn. Especially if could affect the rest of us. Please.” Flynn stayed quiet, his eyes not leaving hers as he raised an eyebrow. Alex stared back at him, her brow furrowed slightly as Flynn continued to stare pointedly at her. They stayed like that for a while, the air around them seemed to grow thicker with each second that passed until Alex’s eyes widened slightly when realization hit her. “Me?” she asked in disbelief. “She showed you me?” Flynn shrugged and turned to walk away, but Alex reached out and wrapped her fingers around his write to keep him there. “Why was that enough to make you believe her?” “Alex…” Flynn paused. “I’m not supposed to tell you. It could change-” “Everything, yeah, I know,” Alex snapped. “But we’ve changed the past before and-” “Not the past,” Flynn interrupted. “It could change the future.” “What are you talking about?” her tone was almost pleading, her grasp tightening around his wrist and Flynn paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Flynn, please. If this involves me, I deserve to know. Is something bad going to happen to me?” Flynn’s eyes snapped open. “Bad? No. Alex, I would never let anything bad happen to you.” “Then what is it? What aren’t you telling me?” He paused, staring at her for a few minutes as he debated on whether or not he should tell her what Lucy had showed him. He knew it wouldn’t give her peace of mind – if anything, it would make her worse. It would make her paranoid, more anxious than she already was. But he also knew she was scared. Her eyes were wide, panicked, and her breathing had quickened in the few minutes they had been talking. No matter which option he chose, it wasn’t going to make anything better for Alex. But he knew her, and he knew that unless he told her the absolute truth, she would create far worse scenarios in her head. “It wasn’t just you she showed me,” Flynn told her quietly, but Alex’s frown deepened in confusion. Gently pulling his wrist out of grip, he carefully placed her hand on her stomach. “What…” Alex started in bewilderment, but Flynn saw it the second she realised what he was getting at. Her face was blank and her jaw has gone slack, and she slowly lifted her own hand to place it on top of Flynn’s. “W-when?” she asked in a whisper. “I don’t know,” Flynn admitted. “Not yet. But one day.” “I- I don’t-” “Sorry, am I interrupting something? Oh, wait, I don’t care.” Alex dropped her hand back do to her side and quickly brushed Flynn off her when she heard Wyatt’s voice behind her. Scowling at her brother as he shot her a clearly fake smile, she stepped out of the way as he pulled open the fridge door. He paused, one arm resting on top of door and he moved his attention from the contents of the fridge to his sister. “…What?” “Uhm, we’re kind of in the middle of something here, Wyatt,” Alex gestured behind herself to Flynn. “Really?” Wyatt raised an eyebrow, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge and pointing behind Alex. “Because it looks like he’s headed in that direction.” Alex quickly turned to glance over her shoulder to see Flynn disappearing around the corner leading to his room, and she sighed heavily as she ran a hand through her hair. “You’re such a brat, Wyatt,” she muttered. “Yeah,” he grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulders and leading her back towards the sofa. Alex followed him reluctantly, casting one last glance in the direction Flynn had walked off on in. Whatever they had to talk about, it would have to wait. After all, they had all the time in the world.