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ironverseocs · 6 days

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#oc: the soldier #type: visage #fd: doctor who

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ironverseocs · 28 days

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sorry i didn't text back i've been having a bad day since i was like 12 years old

#oc: julius walker #fd: arrow #fd: dctv #type: quotes

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ironverseocs · 2 months

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Kinsley Thawne -> a flash oc fanfiction

Kinsley remembers why she likes Saturn so much. [#Father-Daughter Relationship, Comfort, Drabble]

Read on AO3.

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ironverseocs · 2 months

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Video Draft of Percy Jackson OCs -> Kelly Fortson & Lisa Carson

Son of Ares and Daughter of Athena

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ironverseocs · 2 months

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Who’s your faceclaim for Lara? 👀

My face claim for Lara Irvine is Angourie Rice! :)

#oc: lara irvine #fd: pjo #fd: riordanverse #type: ask #type: visage

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ironverseocs · 3 months

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OC Valentine's Challenge 2024 -> Day 6: Almost Love

Lisa and Micah had been traveling through the labyrinth for three months now with no luck in escaping. They encounter Eros who, like Janus, is a minor god stuck within this underground's confines and bored enough to mess with whoever he comes across. Unfortunately, Lisa and her friend just so happen to stumble across him. They manage to escape, but not without first being subject to the love god's arrow-flung spells.

The spells wear off the further they run through the tunnels, until finally, they take a break to sit down and lean against the walls, catching their breath...

"How are you feeling?" Micah finally asks, his lungs no longer heaving for air.

"Not like I want to kiss you anymore. Thank, god," Lisa adds and closes her eyes. She hated the whole thing: not only was being pierced by Eros' arrow excruciating – like a rod of fire burning a hole in the middle of her chest –, but it had overridden everything she came to identify with, told her it was invalid, and forced her to feel things she couldn't before. It felt... odd. Unnatural. She shivered at the violation.

"That's good. Means the spell wore off," Micah returned. "I feel more myself, too."

Thinking she heard something in his tone and curious to know more, Lisa asked, "You're not disappointed, are you?"

He took the question with a second of silence. "Nah," he finally said. "No. I mean, we work well together, sure. But romance?" He made himself chuckle.

Lisa shook her head with a wrinkled nose and joins in with the chuckle. "No, thanks," she agrees. In the past, she had had the thought that she needed to feel something towards other people in terms of romantically or 'attraction', but when it became clear that she'd never feel what other people felt, she oddly found herself at peace. She didn't feel it nor did she want what came out of it. "So, where to now?"

"I say, rest, and then we'll see where the tunnel leads in the morning," suggested Micah.

"'Morning'," Lisa scoffed at a mumble, picking herself to her hands and knees in order to pad out her coat across the floor for a makeshift space to nap. "See you when the rooster crows," she snarked, again at a mumble. Just barely did she see her friend smile before her eyelids drooped and exhaustion took over.

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ironverseocs · 3 months

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OC Valentine's Challenge -> Day 4: Friends to Lovers

They bonded over books and music. That's how their friendship formed. Over the years at camp, they would carve out time in their day specifically to find each other, release to the other excitably everything they learned about one thing in particular; whatever was piquing their interest at the time. Malcolm would talk about architecture and design, and Lara would listen. Lara would talk about the latest music trend, or some 1900s-based band she discovered, and Malcolm would make a mental note to listen to them that night, to better understand his best friend.

In the aftermath of the Labyrinth battle, once all the injured had been tended to and damage had been addressed and the dead had been honoured, they stole away to the edge of the woods, right on the boundary where the trees led to field led to Thalia's old pine, and they got to talking...

Talking about how life would be different now: more accelerated, more strenuous, more en guard for Titan and monster action. About how anything could end in an instant.

...And that's when she kissed him.

In the midst of all these endings, and in the loss of innocence and their paradisiacal camp days, something began. The Wise and the Sunshine.

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ironverseocs · 3 months

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OC Valentine's Challenge -> Day 3: No Second Chances Romance

She's back from Earth-2, after making a name for herself over there as The Flash. Jared is on the precipice of starting something with Wally – late night ice creams and stolen kisses in the hallway – and it's amazing as any new thing can be. But when he sees her, a little doubt starts to creep in. Maybe... he's thinking, they ended things too soon, and she's back for a reason...

Jesse pulls him aside, after a few days of skirted encounters and uneasy glances on Jared's part, to talk. They grab their regulars from Jitters, speed up to a city roof, and reminisce. In the sun, with the breeze, without the stressors of a superhero life, they realise one thing: they like each other, they have fun, they feel free to be themselves around each other... but in a way that makes them better off as friends. Not everything has to be some magical, pre-destined, meant-to-be 'thing'.

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ironverseocs · 3 months

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OC Valentine's Challenge 2024 -> Day 2: Second Chance Romance

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It’s been three years since he left her, two years since his father was committed to full-time hospital care, one year since he passed, and now he was standing by a payphone two hundred miles away from his hometown, quarter posed on the precipice of the slot. His shoulders raised to his ears with a deep inhale, and with the slump– the exhale– he tossed the quarter inside.

She picked up after the fourth ring.

‘Hello?’

The sound of her voice alone was enough to send a tremor to his knees. Stephen hadn’t heard from her in all the three years since he left– left their life together, left their goals, left everything he once wanted behind– and he hadn’t realised just how scared he was to call her back into his life.

‘Um… anyone on the other side of this thing?’

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara.

“Andy,” he forced out.

A breath caught itself in the receiver, short and rough and wrapped in disbelief.

Stephen cleared his throat, “Andy, I wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaving you that day, I’m sorry for bailing on our plans. Life just has this crazy way of showing us our greatest failures, our shames, like, afterwards, like– when it’s too late.–”

“What are you talking about, Stephen?”

Stephen forced himself to take a big breath. He physically stepped back from the pay phone and closed his eyes. One mississippi, two mississippi…

“You,” he said. “Me, us. I… I miss it. The life. In the van.”

The line was silent on the other end.

“I was wondering…” He left it hanging. How could he ask this of her? How could the deserter suddenly have the right?

After a painful three beats of quiet, a small voice piped up:

“I sold it.”

“The van?”

“Yes. I sold the van.”

Stephen turned around on the spot so he faced the gas pumps instead. At the furthest one, a middle-aged man was rummaging around in the trunk of his sedan while it fuelled up.

“What are you doing now?” he stammered.

“School, mostly,” answered Andy. “I applied for a few scholarships, and now I’m studying marine biology in Oregon. I go to the beach every now and again for fun, and to pester my teachers about extra-credit hands-on-field-work.” She said the last part in jest, and Stephen can just imagine that signature shrug of hers accompanying those words.

His opens and closes his mouth a couple times in search of words. Back when they had been together, touring around the entire West Coast natural region, she had talked about wanting to pursue marine science but had always felt hindered by her financial situation. He felt a glow behind his sternum at the thought of her finally achieving her dream (and then a drop like stone in his stomach remembering his aim, five minutes ago, to pull her back into continuing van life with him).

‘That’s amazing.” He caught himself smiling, which felt weird in the moment for he was still staring at the sedan-owning man. The man was patting his pockets frantically as if trying to find his keys. Stephen turned back around and doodled a finger over the number pad. “Hey. Do you want to meet up sometime?”

In response, a deep inhale…

“I’d come over there, obviously. I can’t take you away from your studies.”

“Sure.” It was short. It was plain. (It made his mind reel with worry.) “Spring break’s coming up. Why don’t you come here in March. On the Fourteenth. That’s a Thursday. I can show you my favourite coffee shop.”

“Consider it booked,” he said with an optimism that was mostly his own, only partially trying to grasp at an expectation of the happiness he’d get from this. “See you March fourteenth.”

“See you then.”

A million factors could contribute to the downtrodden way she spoke those words to him, and maybe he was reading into things too much, but he worried — at least part of him did — if she was doing this because she felt obligated to or if she actually wanted to see him again.

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ironverseocs · 3 months

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OC Valentine's Challenge 2024 -> Day 1: First Love

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Melissa scrambled up the limbs, hand over hand, feet scraping bark off where they struck and kicked off against the organism. She laughed as she chased Jackson higher up.

“Race ya to the top!” he said, unnecessarily so since he was already a yard from the last bough with two yards between him and Melissa.

“Says you with the head start,” Melissa sneered playfully. Nonetheless, she eagerly spurred on the pace.

Once she reached the last stable bough – something sturdy enough to support her weight to sit on –, she seated herself with her legs hanging off one side and her left hand wrapping around the top of the trunk for support. Jackson mirrored her on the opposite side. She could see half his face through the needles of the pine.

“So, what is it you wanted to give me?” she asked.

Jackson just smiled, a little bit sly, a little bit coy.

Melissa frowned.

“Don’t tell me it’s just this. Like, the view or whatever,” she said, finishing in thought, because that would be lame.

“It’s not.”

She waited for him to continue, to say what it was, but he held silent another moment longer.

“So?” she drew out. “What goes, Jack?”

Jackson sucked in his lips, pressing his mouth into a line. Suddenly, it was like all his glee had vanished and only his giddiness remained. He stared at her a second longer, then ripped his gaze away to stare at the ground below, a sizable drop below. Was that… sheepishness she was seeing? Why would he be scared? They had hung out all Summer since the moment he moved to her neighbourhood. They went to the movies together, biked to the far side of town, stayed up late into the night playing video games under the same roof or apart and online, speaking through headsets, trying to keep their voices low so they don’t wake up the whole of their households. His eyes drifted to a pocket on his cargo shorts before glancing behind him.

Melissa’s brows knit harder into one another.

He shoved his hand into the pocket and pulled out a parcel—brown paper wrapping with a red string tying off.

“Happy birthday,” he said quietly—in a tone that blew away all thought from the girl’s mind—and pressed his hand forward.

It was all Melissa could do to stare at it.

“For you,” he urged.

“Right. Duh,” she parried back and caught him in a glance before she took the parcel into her own hands. She flipped it over, studied the way the knot in the string was made and the tape was laid perfectly parallel with the edges of the paper. She looked at Jackson again.

There was a lump suddenly in her throat. “What is it?”

“Are you forgetting how gift giving works? You’re supposed to unwrap it and find out!”

Melissa holds back her sheepishness and peels the tape off with her fingertips. The package is irregularly shaped, cylindrical but squat, about one inch deep and three in diameter. It’s heavy, making Melissa guess it to be made of metal. She finishes peeling off the last of the tape, unraveled the paper, and revealed —

Her eyes flash wide and round; glittering bronze, polished glass, a shifting stick half red, half white with letters inscribed around the outside. White on black. Despite its now polished nature, she can tell it used to be old. An antique.

“Jackson, I — how much—” Breath catches in her throat. “This must have cost…” She doesn’t know exactly, but the gist…? “A lot. What made you– why– ?”

He shrugs. “I knew you’d like it. And…” He looks away, his cheeks tingeing with pink. “I like you.”

It’s Melissa’s turn to turn pink, from the tips of her ears to the bridge of her nose. Butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach, preparing for a liftoff. He likes me? she repeats internally, trying to comprehend what that actually means. She blinks, trying to make sense of it, and then it hits her: Yeah, right, he likes her; they’re friends. Why would he hang out with her if he didn’t like her?

But then, why would he have to say something like that, if both of us already know it’s true?

“Sure,” she says simply, cautiously, “like, as a friend, right?” Melissa studies the antique compass resting in her palm while in wait for a response. While probing the space for clarity, she cannot look at him. She cannot give him more than her carefully chosen words. She cannot take this too fast— assume too much, and fall flat on her face as a result.

“No, like…”

Jackson’s hand is suddenly on her wrist, gentle yet alluring, and the gesture tugs at her mind enough that she allows her curiosity to take over. She shifts eyes to the corners, lifts her chin a fraction… he takes his hand away, now that he’s got her attention, and smiles—a small smile not like the one before slightly sly but innocent and pure like stars in a midnight sky.

“Like this.” He leans forward, over the tops of the pine branches, and presses a kiss to her cheek. Before she can react, he pulls back, suddenly flushed with colour, gaze sheepishly casting down. But then, he realises, and his posture springs up; he looks alarmed. “I’m sorry. That was probably too much. I think I—”

“No,” Melissa states firmly, and her confidence shocks the both of them. “Why ‘sorry’?” And then she laughs. She can’t help it. The lost puppy look on his face makes it all ten times better. She should stop— she should sober up and ease his worries, but she can’t, for all she’s feeling is one hundred percent glee. “No no, you can’t be sorry,” she starts again. “Because if you’re sorry, I can’t do this.”

As best she can, Melissa twists on the branch she’s sitting on so she’s facing him, closes her fist around the compass (to tuck it into her coat pocket), and then reaches herself forward to catch him on the lips.

It’s a quick peck. Like his was to her cheek. But Melissa hopes it conveys all the sentiment she is unable to express into words. For things like this, words barely do the feelings justice. A simple ‘thank you’ does not express the warmth behind her sternum, filling up her ribcage.

When she pulls back…

“I like you, too,” she says. “So, there.”

Jackson’s smile is slow to grow across his face, but he says back to her, “There.”

“Thank you,” Melissa presses, “times a million, for the present. I can’t believe that you’d… How did you afford it?”

“Told my dad I wanted it, then gave it to you.”

Just like that? If she were in another state of mind (not a young love-spun one), she’d marvel at how easy he made that sound, how Jackson had spoken of his deed like it was easier than a breeze. Like using his parent to give him something that he wasn’t even going to keep… and then giving it to her… the awe of it wrapped around Melissa’s mind and would not let go.

“Well, tell you dad thanks for spending the money,” she jokes.

He smiles.

"But,—" more sincere, "thank you for getting it in the first place."

They’re back to their usual dynamic, it seems, but with one very significant change:

Now, they hold each other’s hands.

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ironverseocs · 3 months

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HP OCs -> Marlo Robinson, make-up aesthetic

Neutral Tones; sunset hazy gold, milky coffee stains, ancient scrolls, matte lipstick

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ironverseocs · 3 months

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PJO OCs - Kelly Fortson, Son of Ares

I'm at a place called Vertigo It's everything I wish I didn't know But you give me something I can feel

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ironverseocs · 4 months

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"I–... I can't– I barely do."

"How can you live with yourself?"

How does your OC respond?

#oc: damien briggs #fd: original #fic: bitter ends #type: quotes #type: char dev q&a #character development #prompts #reblog

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ironverseocs · 4 months

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What would your OC wear to a party?

#oc: anusha harjot #fd: original #fic: bitter ends #type: outfit #type: char dev q&a #character development #reblog

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ironverseocs · 4 months

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christmas gift exchange 2023 -> Molly Yates created and as written in Scenes from The Last Sontaran by @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

Merry Christmas! And I hope you enjoy :) Sorry that this is coming late, but I've enjoyed learning all about her and getting some Dr Who nostalgia in the process. Keep on creating on, ~Lilly

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ironverseocs · 5 months

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Put a number 1-100 and one of my OCs in my ask box, and I’ll write a drabble based on the two for you.

#type: ask games #Spotify wrapped

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ironverseocs · 6 months

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Playlist Aesthetic -> Lara Irvine, daughter of Apollo, from Percy Jackson and the Olympians/The Riordanverse

I Will - The Beatles Good Day Sunshine - The Beatles Wildfire - John Mayer Dear Marie - John Mayer Ordinary Love - U2 Teardrops on My Guitar - Taylor Swift Here Comes the Sun - Jacob Collier Maybe I’m Amazed - Paul McCartney Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey Rae

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