#oc: harper ray

[marivenah]

all it took was a little push

HARPER RAY (DC) — DECEMBER 18TH

#oc: harper ray #myedit* #ay happy birthday to this disaster of a woman! #this has been sitting in my drafts for some time #i'll try and do something for all of the clowns #probably not going to happen but oh well

[theircurse-archive4]

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ MAINS TAGS part 2 ! ft. @diverse-hearts / @diverse-hearts-ocs, @mckiingbiird, @withsorrowandregret, @heartsealed, @sleeplesswork, @lovelyxhorrors

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  Poison the children; no peace of mind.  ◜☆◞  ELISE / DIVERSE — HEARTS.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  It’s written in our DNA; are we just born this way ?  ◜☆◞  GARTH / DIVERSE — HEARTS — OCS.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  We weren't put on this earth to suffer and cry.  ◜☆◞  RAI / DIVERSE — HEARTS — OCS.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  A bird awaits your embrace with folded wings.  ◜☆◞  HARPER / MCKIINGBIIRD.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  I'm messed up to some degree but I'm thinking you're just like me.  ◜☆◞  CHUUYA / WITHSORROWANDREGRET.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  I could embrace you and you would whisper back with that voice  ◜☆◞  SHIZUKA / HEARTSEALED.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  With utmost care‚ you were loved.  ◜☆◞  KANNA / HEARTSEALED.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  We’re as lonely as we come to see; that the truth is always seen  ◜☆◞  RANPO / SLEEPLESSWORK.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  In the everlasting night‚ we bloom.  ◜☆◞  KYŌKA / SLEEPLESSWORK.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  Everyone around us is a casualty.  ◜☆◞  TERUKO / SLEEPLESSWORK.

╰  (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧  To the unopened forest where cicadas cry‚ we can’t turn back anymore.  ◜☆◞  PETE / LOVELYXHORRORS.

#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ Poison the children; no peace of mind. ◜☆◞ ELISE / DIVERSE — HEARTS. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ It’s written in our DNA; are we just born this way ? ◜☆◞ GARTH / DIVERSE — HEARTS — OCS. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ We weren't put on this earth to suffer and cry. ◜☆◞ RAI / DIVERSE — HEARTS — OCS. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ A bird awaits your embrace with folded wings. ◜☆◞ HARPER / MCKIINGBIIRD. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ I'm messed up to some degree but I'm thinking you're just like me. ◜☆◞ CHUUYA / WITHSORROWANDREGRET. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ I could embrace you and you would whisper back with that voice ◜☆◞ SHIZUKA / HEARTSEALED. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ We’re as lonely as we come to see; that the truth is always seen ◜☆◞ RANPO / SLEEPLESSWORK. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ In the everlasting night‚ we bloom. ◜☆◞ KYŌKA / SLEEPLESSWORK. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ Everyone around us is a casualty. ◜☆◞ TERUKO / SLEEPLESSWORK. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ To the unopened forest where cicadas cry‚ we can’t turn back anymore. ◜☆◞ PETE / LOVELYXHORRORS.

[lakeside-paradise]

BSD OCs!!

I was held at gunpoint by @the-mourning-stars with @the-loveliest-of-things being as reassuring and kind as usual! So I guess it's time to show off my OCs and give a little info about them!

Ray Bradbury, Affiliation: The Guild

Ability: Fahrenheit 451 - When his body temperature reaches 451 degrees Fahrenheit, his body becomes indestructible. However, he suffers the effects from his ability after his body heat returns to normal, being out of action with severe burns all over his body.

'A young member of the Guild, bright-eyed and optimistic, he hides a savage side torn with anger and hatred.'

Emily Brontë, Affiliation: Hunting Dogs, Armed Detective Agency, Decay of the Angels

Ability: Wuthering Heights - Creates a green fog that can spread over a wide area. Once caught under this fog, she can manipulate people's memories, erasing some or creating fake ones. However, it can't work on those who have memory-related abilities, like Ango or Sigma.

'Emily is a young woman who is playing a very dangerous game of loyalty. No one trusts her, and she trusts no one.'

Charles Dickens, Affiliation: Special Division for Unusual Powers

Ability: Hard Times - Being in his presence creates extreme feelings of calmness and a single touch from him can erase mental anguish and pain. The price to pay for him, though, is that he puts his own body at risk to help others, trading his physical health for their stability.

'A kindhearted gentleman, still quite new to the world, Charles wants nothing more than to be able to help people.'

Thomas Hardy, Affiliation: Armed Detective Agency

Ability: A Pair of Blue Eyes - He has visions of awful things happening to people at unknown times in the future. Most of the time, he doesn't know the person in his visions, and he is unable to stop the visions, so they will play out like a movie in his head until his ability is halted.

'A lonely individual who spends a lot of time stuck in his head, he happens to be friendly and approachable if you give him a chance.'

Stephen King, Affiliation: The Black Lizards

Ability: The Dark Half - He can create an opposite version of himself, George Stark, who he uses as a weapon. Stark is the mirror image of Stephen, the kindness to Stephen's cruelty, the bravery to his cowardice. He is used to kill and do the tasks King seems unsightly, nothing but a puppet.

'A cruel young man, he was made for a life in the Mafia. Dismissive of redemption, he knows he is past the point of no return.'

Harper Lee, Affiliation: Port Mafia

Ability: To Kill a Mockingbird - When someone attacks her with an evil intent, she can crush their minds with staggering illusions of everyone they love being hurt in awful ways. She instantly knows how to exploit someone's weaknesses, making it seem like their worst fears are coming true.

'An assassin withing the Port Mafia, she's killed 42 people in 10 years. Cold-hearted and vicious, she knows no remorse.'

Serayo Torrez, Affiliation: Armed Detective Agency

Ability: Lighthouse Through the Storm - When using his Ability, his hearing is multiplied to 50x the usual power of a human's, making him perfect for ambushes and stealth, but is completely deaf without using him. He has little to no control over it yet, but he is training himself.

'A child who has been hurt by his own Ability, he works hard ever day to become better at using it. A very determined individual.'

If you have any questions about them, please ask!! I'd love to answer!!

#ember talks #oc: ray #oc: emily #oc: charles #oc: thomas #oc: stephen #oc: harper #oc: seraeyo #bsd ocs

[the-dubstep-strawberry]

Dubs' OC Poll

Margot de Havilland (faceclaim: Hedy Lamarr):

Elle [Last Name Redacted] (faceclaim: Elizabeth Taylor)

Paladin Henry Rex (faceclaim: Michael Biehn) and Team X-Ray:

Scribe Gwen Harper (faceclaim: Grace Kelly):

Alice de Havilland (faceclaim: Eleanor Tomlinson)

Houshanou (a.k.a. Courier 6) (faceclaim: Rila Fukushima)

Squire Phoebe Iona Woods, aged 4 (faceclaim: Carrie Henn):

#Dubs' OC poll #curious to see which ones are your faves #which ones are your problematic faves #and which ones are the faves you haven't met yet #Margot de Havilland #Elle [Last Name Redacted] #Paladin Rex #Team X-Ray #Scribe Gwen Harper #Alice de Havilland #Houshanou #Squire Woods #Squire Phoebe Woods

[karahalloway]

(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 18 - Diplomatica

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Summary: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale’s problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: Harper, Olivia and the Beaumonts arrive in Rome... but not everyone is happy to see them

Word Count: 5,300

Rating/Warnings: None (for once 🤣)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: Lots of Italian and random cultural/historical tidbits in this... but, then again, we are in Italy, so the foreign language aspect will be a bit of a running theme through the next few chapters (sorry...not sorry - I actually learnt some Italian in the process!)

A/N2: @aussiegurl1234, before you ask, yes, I HC that Vito bears a striking resemblance to Michele Morrone 😆

Chapter 18 - Diplomatica

"How is it hotter here than in Cordonia?" I gasp as I step out onto the jet's airstairs.

"Italy is a peninsula," Olivia says from behind me, slotting on a pair of Versace cat-eye shades. "It is more exposed to the anti-cyclones that blow up from the Sahara."

My mouth drops as I make my way down onto the steaming tarmac. "This heatwave... is coming from Africa?"

No wonder it feels like the inside of a furnace!

"It certainly isn't coming from the Arctic!" bemoans Bertrand as he shields his face from the intensity of the rays with an upraised hand. "Though what a welcome change that would be!"

"Brr...!" objects Maxwell with a shiver. "No thank you! I've had my yearly fill of sub-zero temps at Olivia's!"

"You're welcome," comes the snippy response as the Duchess of Lythikos strides past us.

"That said, turning the mercury down a few notches wouldn't hurt..." I remark, squinting accusatorily up at the beating sun.

"The summer heatwaves have been growing longer and more intense over recent years," Olivia advises from up front, "leading to consequent effects on food and water security, power generation, infrastructure, not to mention the added burden on the healthcare system across Europe. It is one of the items on the agenda for Christian's roundtable with the Italian Prime Minister tomorrow."

I frown as I arrive at the passenger-side door of the first in a trio of waiting Porsche Macan GTS's. "I thought this was supposed to be an engagement tour..."

"It is," she confirms as a black-suited Italian sporting close-cropped hair and aviators opens the door for her. "But any foreign visit involving a high-ranking head of state is — by its nature — a diplomatic event as well."

"I guess that makes sense," I concede, sliding into the relative reprieve offered by the SUV's A/C system. "Though you said Christian is meeting with the Prime Minister tomorrow... I thought that was supposed to be today. Did something change?"

"No," derides Bertrand as he settles in next to me. "Today, the King is partaking in a meet-and-greet with the Italian President, followed by a private audience with the Pope while the future Queen is fitted for her wedding trousseau, capped off by dinner and a performance of Tosca at the Teatro dell'Opera in the evening. While tomorrow we have been invited to brunch at the Cordonian Consulate, after which the King has a round-table discussion with the Prime Minister, and day will be closed out by a state gala."

"Oh," I mutter sheepishly. "So, the Prime Minister isn't the same as the President...?"

"The Prime Minister is the head of government, while the President is the head of state," the elder Beaumont instructs as Maxwell squishes himself into the backseat on the other side of me. "The roles are quite distinct."

"Of course they are..." I huff under my breath.

Seems like in addition to Olivia's list of influential Cordonian nobles, I will also need to memorise a textbook on European constitutional history...

Though, now I am doubly glad of the business-like, but nevertheless stylish pale pink, high-necked pencil dress that Bertrand foisted on me this morning — it definitely would not have been great to show up underdressed to such a high-level meeting!

"But we must hurry!" the elder Beaumont proclaims. "We are due at the Presidential Palace in just under an hour, and we still need to fight our way through the notoriously infernal Roman traffic!"

"Not to worry," Olivia assures us with a sly smirk from the front passenger seat. "Vito here knows all the shortcuts."

"That sounds ominous..." I mutter, reaching for the seatbelt on instinct.

"I prefer 'expeditious'," she counters, turning to Vito, who has now taken up position behind the wheel. "Andiamo."

"Certamente, Duchessa," he nods, throwing the car forward with a violent depression of the gas pedal.

The sudden acceleration yanks an inadvertent gasp from my lips as I'm thrown back in my seat... just like on that afternoon in Ramsford when Drake pulled the same stunt on the Beaumonts' driveway.

I feel my throat tighten as I glance inadvertently out the window. God, I hope he's okay...

I know in the back of my mind that I'm probably making myself anxious for no reason. Drake is an adult, perfectly capable of taking care of himself... including in close-quarters situations. He's demonstrated that to me plenty of times.

Yet, I still can't help but worry about him. Especially when he's off in a foreign country (all by himself for all I know...), having left with basically no good-bye, and with definitely no assurance of when he expects to get back.

And while I know that he is doing this for me — so we can collar Tariq and extract whatever information he has in relation to the plot to influence the outcome of the social season... and to answer for what he did to me in Applewood — the wait is killing me. I have no idea where he is, what he is doing, and whether he even has his phone turned on, given the high-stakes nature of his self-appointed task.

Which is why I have held off trying to reach out to him (...even though the baser, needier part of me is itching to do exactly that), as I don't want to be the one to interrupt a crucial moment by setting his phone off with an ill-timed call or text, especially considering the three-hour time difference...

I heave a breath.

I just have to trust him. Like he asked me to at every turn of this increasingly bumpy road that we've been travelling since I left New York. And hope that we are finally on our way out of the woods.

Exiting the boundaries of the airport, Vito navigates the Porsche onto a highway where we are able to pick up some speed. Olivia uses the opportunity to open up her phone, throwing some questions in Italian to her associate every so often as we cruise along. Bertrand is similarly occupied, while Maxwell has slipped on some Bose headphones and is bobbing away to the beat.

Which leaves me to stare somewhat aimlessly out the window, watching the scenery roll by in a bid to keep myself distracted.

But the reprieve ends up being somewhat of a welcome one. The various warehouses and road-side auto lots surrounding the airport quickly give way to a tree-lined thoroughfare, and I find myself basking in the calming effects of the greenery, not having expected to encounter such a bucolic sight on the road to a major urban centre.

Eventually, though, the vegetation gives way to the crumbling walls of some kind of expansive estate that we end up following for a good few miles until the asphalt road changes over to cobblestones and we pass in front the gates of a red-bricked stone fortress that looks like it's been plucked straight from the set of Game of Thrones.

"Wow..." I can't help but breathe as I take in the sight of the towering structure simmering under the light of the mid-morning sun.

"Le mura aureliane," advises Vito from up front, catching my awed expression through the rear-view mirror. "Costruita dall'imperatore Aureliano per difendere Roma dai barbari."

I nod distractedly, craning my neck as we turn a corner to follow the path of the ancient structure that is somehow still standing despite the clear ravages of time and weather.

Nothing lasts like this anymore...

Making another turn, we pass beneath an arched portion of the wall, and the road before us opens up into a leafy boulevard that takes us into the city proper. And from there, it's one jaw-dropping piece of architecture after another jostling for space between more modern buildings and seemingly never-ending rows of trees.

"I didn't expect Rome to be so green..." I admit to no one in particular as I eye up the unusual-looking shrubs.

"You can thank the Ancient Romans," supplies Bertrand without glancing up from his phone. "They planted the now-iconic stone pines in scores along the major roadways in part to serve as ornamentation, and in part to provide a steady supply of pine nuts, which are an essential ingredient in many dishes, including pesto and various pies and tarts."

"It certainly was worth the effort," I agree, watching the evergreens drift past on either side of us.

Though, as Bertrand predicted, the closer we get to the centre of the ancient capital, the increasingly chaotic the traffic becomes, with cars, buses and mopeds all vying for space on the roads, requiring Vito to make recourse to his own horn as well as various offensive gestures in order to narrowly avoid a slew of accidents... and I suddenly have a slightly better appreciation for why Drake drives the way he does. Because based on my experiences first in France and now in Italy, it appears that on the Mediterranean, might equals right when it comes to priority on the road, and unless you're forceful, you ain't getting nowhere.

Managing to finally extricate ourselves from the constraints of a complicated intersection, we end up on a quieter road running parallel to a long patch of bunkered-looking grass on our left.

"What's that?" I ask, tapping Vito on his shoulder.

"Il Circo Massimo," he advises.

My eyes widen. "That's the Circus Maximus?"

"Sì," he nods. "L'antico stadio romano costruito per le corse dei carri."

"Unbelievable..." I murmur, slumping back into my seat in awe.

There is nothing comparable back home — even the oldest still-extant pre-Columbian structures date to only the first millennia A.D. Whereas here we are, casually cruising past a seminal piece of history that is still embedded into the fabric of the city nearly three thousand years after its construction. And we haven't even seen the Colosseum, or the Forum yet!

Rome really is the Eternal City...

Leaving the green fields of the Circus behind us, we enter a more urban-looking environment as we start to climb a hill. The white- and sand-coloured buildings cluster closer together, and the general architecture becomes more uniformly Baroque, until we arrive in a large plaza dominated by a massive, Neo-Classical structure that towers over everything else.

"Il Vittoriano," Vito offers without prompting.

"Is that where we're having brunch with the President?" I ask, slack-mouthed as I stare up at the imposing building.

It certainly looks impressive enough to house the head of a country!

"Of course not!" admonishes Bertrand. "The Vittoriano is a symbolic collection of monuments built to commemorate the rule of King Victor Emmanuel II and the unification of Italy. The President resides at the Quirinal Palace, which is located on a wholly different Roman hill!"

"Oh," I mutter sheepishly.

"Like she is going to know the difference," scoffs Oliva from the front. "They don't even teach The Art of War in her schools... How can you expect her to know anything about Italian history?"

"Italian history is foundational history!" insists Bertrand. "The Romans were instrumental in shaping not just the course of European, but Northern African and Middle Eastern events for millennia! How can they neglect to teach American children about this?"

"Because the focus is on US history," I tell them wearily as Vito navigates us to the other side of the square.

"Surely that is an afternoon's worth of lessons at most?" the elder Beaumont queries sceptically. "Your country was only founded in the conventional sense of the word in the mid-1600s..."

"Most Americans haven't been to Europe," I remind him, watching the rows of buildings flick past on either side of us as we begin the ascent up another hill. "They don't necessarily have a basis of comparison."

"Sounds like your curriculum is somewhat lacking in scope, then..." he surmises with pursed lips.

"Yeah, well..." I retort dryly, "I don't write the textbooks. Though, speaking of education, is there any chance for some sightseeing? It would be a shame to spend two days here and not actually see anything..."

"While I wholeheartedly approve of the sentiment," Bertrand replies, "I am afraid that you will have to make do with the cultural experiences offered by the various host venues on the official itinerary. Which — I admit — are no Pantheon, or Sistine Chapel, but are impressive and important cultural artefacts, nevertheless. The Quirinal Palace, for instance, so named for the Quirinal Hill on which it sits, is actually the sixth largest palace in the world and has served as the primary residence of such notable figures as—"

I let out a low exhale as Bertrand launches into a full-blown historical recital. And while the details are definitely interesting, I didn't come all this way to listen to a one-man rendition of a Roman guidebook.

Which makes me all the more determined to find some kind of opportunity to slip away from the official tour — even if it's just for an hour to toss a coin into the Trevi Fountain — so that I can experience something of the magic that this breathtaking city has to offer.

When, I have no idea, given the busyness of our schedule, but I managed to orchestrate an escape plan to see the capital back in Cordonia, so I'm confident I'll be able to pull something similar... albeit without Drake's help this time. But despite the set-backs, I'm not about to miss out on this kind of once-in-a-lifetime experience...

With my intention firmly set, the car rounds an uphill corner, and we are suddenly on the edge of yet another expansive plaza secured by a rim of strategically placed concrete planters and a pair of police cars.

Vito pulls to a stop and slides the window down to exchange a few quick words with the officer who has come to greet us.

"Passports," instructs Olivia, reaching into her purse.

Opening up the white, Medusa emblazoned Versace clutch sitting on my lap — which I am sure cost more than what I would've ever made in a month working as a waitress back home, but which Bertrand had insisted on as a 'necessary' Italian-themed accessory — I pull out my shiny, new Cordonian passport and pass it to the front.

Maxwell and Bertrand do the same, and there is a couple of minutes of tense silence while the stern-looking officer inspects each document to verify our identities, while another policeman does a circuit 'round the car with a convex safety mirror.

Finally, the policeman hands the passports back with a curt nod, and waves us through.

"Were they not expecting us?" I query as I slot my credentials away again.

"They were," Olivia advises. "But we are arriving separately from the royal delegation, so the State Police are obligated to run a security check."

"Why?"

The Duchess of Lythikos scoffs back at me. "To ensure that we are not terrorists trying to kill the President with a car bomb... Or did that part go over your head?"

"No..." I hit back sarcastically. "I meant why are we arriving separately?"

She looks back at me with an arched brow. "Would you have preferred to deal with the press?"

"I... No," I admit.

She turns back to the front with a smirk. "Didn't think so."

Vito pulls the car to a stop in front of a small courtyard decked out with a red carpet and intertwined streamers made out in the colours of Cordonia's and Italy's flags. Allard and Schweitzer — who had been travelling in the car behind us — appear to open the doors for us.

Bertrand scoots out of the backseat first, before turning back to offer me his hand.

"Thanks," I say with a sincere smile, grasping his fingers to help pull myself up.

"Always my pleasure," he replies with a genuine smile.

Smoothing my skirt, I gaze up at the somewhat understated-looking entranceway, suddenly nervous about the prospect of acting as a newly-minted ambassador of Cordonia. I mean... three months ago, I was bussing tables at a dive bar for less than minimum wage, and now here I am, decked out in clothes that cost more than the rent I was paying for a fifth-storey walk-up, about to have an official meeting with a foreign country's head of state.

To say that I feel like a fraud is a massive understatement.

"What are you waiting for?" asks Olivia, breezing past me with all the confidence of a woman who's done this a hundred times before... probably because she has. "For the grass to grow?"

"I—"

"I heard the President loves chocolate bomboloni," offers Maxwell enthusiastically, linking his arm through mine to tug me down the length of the red carpet.

"What's...that?" I ask, forcing myself to swallow down the sudden dryness in my throat.

Maxwell's face collapses into an aghast look of shock. "Only the best pastry-based dessert! Second only to cronuts, of course!"

"That's definitely a high bar to hit," I admit.

"Think mini doughnuts with gooey chocolate filling, dusted with powdered sugar," he explains. "They literally melt in your mouth!"

"Except we are not here to indulge infantile cravings for sugary treats," reprimands Bertrand as we pass through the arched doorway. "We are here to partake in important discussions relating to matters of state, and t—"

"Pfft," scoffs Olivia. "Speak for yourself, Beaumont. These meetings are dull as shite. I'm here for the sweets."

I can't help but snort at the unexpected riposte... as well as the resultant sight of Bertrand's jaw hitting the parquet flooring. And I unexpectedly find myself feeling better about the whole experience. Because despite whatever nerves I may be feeling, the fact that Olivia and the Beaumonts are with me means that I am not alone in this.

Passing into the coolness of the building, we are greeted by a middle-aged woman who proceeds to lead us through a veritable rabbit warren of ante-rooms and corridors before we finally arrive in an expansive room dominated by a pair of jaw-dropping crystal chandeliers suspended from a vaulted, hand-painted ceiling.

"La Salle Bronzino," informs our guide, indicating that we should step through.

"Wow..." I breathe, trying to take in the opulence with as much composure as I can.

A slew of camera shutters click to life upon our arrival.

Jerking my gaze down from the delicate, celestial fresco above me, I spot the handful of photographers aiming their lenses at me.

I stifle a groan as I plaster a demure smile onto my face. "I thought you said there wouldn't be any reporters."

"This is an official state visit," Bertrand hisses out of the corner of his mouth. "Of course, there will be reporters!

"Just not as many as there would have been outside earlier," Olivia assures me.

My shoulders slump in acquiescence. "Take the wins you can get, I guess..."

"Ah, you made it!" exclaims Christian, striding up to us with a jovial grin. "Traffic wasn't too terrible, I hope?"

"Nothing Vito couldn't handle," Olivia assures him, dipping into a chaste curtesy as the photographers snap eagerly away.

Christian turns to me with a good-natured chuckle. "And Lady Harper... First impressions haven't put you off, have they?"

"No," I assure him, bobbing down politely as well, knowing that everyone in the room now has their eyes on us. "The exact opposite, actually."

"Excellent," he beams, holding my gaze for a second longer than he did with Olivia. "I have to admit that I have a bit of a soft spot for Rome, myself."

"It really is a—"

"Darling," interjects Madeleine with a steely smile, appearing at her fiancé's shoulder. "You really should focus your attentions on the President. He has been gracious enough to open up his home for us, after all..."

Christian's nostrils flare with the briefest flash of irritation as he pulls back slightly. "Quite. Let us go make the necessary introductions."

Madeleine bristles. "That is not what I—"

Deftly ignoring her, Christian extends his arm decisively towards an elderly man wearing a sombre suit and gold-rimmed glasses. "Shall we?"

"I guess so?" I concede, already feeling myself being steered past the silently fuming countess.

"Now remember," Bertrand mutters next to me as Christian leads us down the length of the room. "In the context of a formal conversation, it is always lei — never tu — when addressing your counterpart, so for the love of all that is holy, please do not—"

"Singor Presidente," proclaims Christian as he pulls to a stop. "Permettetemi di presentarvi altri membri della nostra delegazione."

The President raises his head dutifully. "Certamente."

"Questo è Singor Bertrand Beaumont, duca di Ramsford, e suo fratello, Maxwell."

The Beaumonts bow their heads dutifully.

"Beaumont..." the President frowns. "Sai, mi suona familiare. Sei parente di Signor Bartholemy, per caso?"

"Sì," Bertrand confirms. "Egli è nostro padre."

The President is nodding in recollection. "Sì... sì... Ha accompagnato il re precedente in molte occasioni. Sei molto simile a lui."

"Sì, la somiglianza di famiglia è forte," Bertrand acknowledges.

"E questa è Singorina Olivia Nevrakis, duchessa di Lythikos, un mio carissimo amico, e fedele sostenitrice del famiglia Rys."

Olivia holds out her hand. "E' un piacere conoscerla, Signore Presidente."

The President drops a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. "Il piacere è tutto mio."

"E finalmente," concludes Christian, "questa è Singorina Harper, la nuova duchessa di Valtoria."

The President's brows arc inquisitively. "Singorina Harper... You are... American? No?"

"Sì," I affirm as I offer my hand out. "Ma ho praticato mio Italiano..."

The President's mouth cracks into a genuine smile. "And you are doing very well, Singorina! Tell me, have you visited la città eterna before?"

"No, this is my first time," I admit, also switching to English, now that the formalities are over and done with. "But even the ride from the airport was utterly magical! It's like stepping into history!"

"Sì," the President affirms with a grin. "Us Romans are unspeakably lucky to be able to call such a beautiful city our home. It is a place of many treasures."

"What is your favourite part of the city?" I ask.

The President blinks in surprise at the unexpected intimacy of the request. "That is a difficult question... But if I am forced to choose... it would have to be this little forno next to la Fontana di Trevi which makes a very unique — and very delicious — pistachio croissant. It is not for every person, but if you have a spirit of adventure, then I suggest you try it."

"Thank you," I say with a sincere smile, filing the suggestion away. "I definitely will!"

"I cannot say that I have had the pleasure of sampling this treat, either," Christian admits, with a knowing glance down at me. "But Lady Harper has excellent taste in pastries — she was actually kind enough to introduce us to an American delicacy called a cronut. It was a big hit all around."

"A cronut?" queries the President. "I cannot say I am familiar..."

"Don't worry," Maxwell assures him with a conspiratorial grin. "We'll bring you one. If you'll trade us some bomboloni in exchange?"

Bertrand's already sunburnt face reddens further. "Maxwell! You cannot entreat the President t—"

"You like bomboloni, also?" interjects the President with keen interest.

"Of course!" Maxwell affirms enthusiastically. "Anyone who doesn't like them clearly has something wrong with them!"

"Sounds like you have excellent taste in pastries as well, Signore Maxwell!" chuckles the President.

The conversation continues to revolve around our shared food interests for a few more minutes, until an aide clears his throat from behind the President.

"Accettare le mie scuse," he apologises. "But I am being advised that it is time for the photographs and the speeches."

"Of course," nods Christian graciously, indicating that the President should lead the way to the front of the room where a small podium has been set up.

As the two men peel away from the group, I cast my eyes 'round the space and spot Hana standing by one of the large windows. Giving her a wave, I use the brief break in the proceedings to make my way over to her.

"So, what's the view like from this side of the room?" I ask by way of greeting.

"Quieter than your side," she admits wryly. "You certainly seemed to be having an engaging conversation with the President!"

"We discovered a shared love for sugary treats," I admit. "You should've joined us — you could've bragged about that baking championship that you won."

"It's alright," she demurs with a blush. "It's actually been nice to take a moment to step away from the crowd."

"Oh?" I ask, laying a concerned hand on her arm. "Is something wrong?"

She heaves a breath, as if debating whether to tell me. Finally, she says, "I have been fending off suitors."

My brow shoots skywards. "How many proposals have you had?"

"Since I arrived...? Probably twelve..."

My eyes bulge. "Twelve! That's like two a day!"

"Yes," she concedes with a weary exhale. "Lady Madeleine has been extremely gracious in personally introducing me to numerous eligible bachelors—"

"—but none of them are Maxwell," I surmise.

Her eyes flick up to mine before dropping back down sorrowfully. "No. But for the sake of my parents, I must entertain every available option in an honest manner."

"That definitely sounds exhausting..." I concede. "But hopefully now that we're out of the country, you can catch a bit of a break."

"I am not so sure..." she admits. "I have been advised that a number of well-connected Italians will be in attendance at the opera tonight..."

"Pfft...!" I scoff. "Just take the night off... Pretend to be sick... Run off with Maxwell to get some gelato... Actually enjoy being in Italy!"

Hana blushes. "I—"

The chime of a bell rings out across the room, interrupting our conversation.

Looking up, I see that all heads have turned dutifully towards the twin forms standing on the dais as they prepare to address the congregation.

"Vostra Altezza Reale, colleghi delegati, Signore e Signori," greets the President, "È un onore, per me, ospitare la delegazione reale di Cordonia, nostro vicino e stretto alleato per centinaia di anni. È passato troppo tempo da—"

As the speech winds on, I find myself tuning out, given that I am only able to understand every third or fourth word. But, not wanting to come across as rude by continuing my catch-up with Hana, I instead try to occupy myself by examining the two large tapestries suspended on the walls.

A round of applause draws me out of my reverie, and I join in on auto-pilot as the President hands off to Christian. Several more minutes of lilting Italian fills the room, during which time I move my attentions to the Roman-looking busts, wondering which emperors they depict.

Finally, the speeches come to a close, and I heave a sigh of relief.

"Did you understand any of that?" I ask Hana as the President presents Christian with some kind of medal, and the two men pose for photos.

"Of course," she nods. "My parents—"

"—have been giving you Italian lessons since before you could talk?" I finish dryly.

Hana's cheeks dimple. "Not quite that young, but yes. I am what they consider 'proficient'."

"Meaning, you speak it better than I speak English," I joke.

She snorts in response. "I wouldn't say that..."

"But it's true," I say with a smirk, happy to see that Hana's time back at court has not completely crushed her sense of humour.

"Ah, I've missed talking to you, Harper," she says with genuine feeling. "The last few days have felt so busy that I feel like we haven't spoken in months!"

"Yeah, tell me about it..." I agree with a huff. "In the space of a week, I've become a Cordonian citizen, been granted a duchy, gone from number five to number one on Madeleine's shit list, and—"

Hana's eyes widen. "It's not that bad, surely...!"

"It's probably worse," I admit. "And being on the front page of the Cordonian Sun — again — is probably not helping matters either..."

"Yes, I saw that article..." she commiserates with feeling. "I'm sorry that the press are treating you in that manner again."

"Hey, it's not your fault," I assure her. "But the press aren't all bad — I managed to convince Ana de Luca to help us track down the photographer who took those pictures of me and Tariq, and she actually came through yesterday."

"That's great!" she enthuses. "I have to admit that I have not had much success on my side... Madeleine does not permit her ladies-in-waiting to handle any of her private correspondence, including her mobile phones and laptop. And she has only talked to us about the upcoming events on the tour..."

"Well, it was a bit of a long-shot, anyway," I concede with a shrug. "But who knows? We might get—"

"Pardon," interrupts Kiara with a pointed cough. "But the Queen requests your presence."

I roll my eyes with a scoff. "She's not married to Christian yet..."

"But she will be soon," she reminds me pointedly. "So, it is actuellement in your interest to remain on her good side, given that you are now a duchess."

I feel the corner of my mouth scrunch into a mou of dissent, but I force myself not to pick apart the many things that are wrong with her statement. "Fine. Where is Her Majesty?"

"Bidding adieu to the President," she advises. "She has asked that in the meantime I gather the ladies who are to accompany her to the wedding boutique."

"Does she really need an entourage to go shopping?" I ask as we start making our way back to the double doors at the far end of the room.

"It is tradition for the suitors who were not picked at the end of the social season to assist the queen-to-be in the preparations for the wedding, including selecting her bridal gown and trousseau."

"Wonder how many times that's gone wrong before..." I mutter under my breath.

"It is a ritual de beaucoup d'importance," Kiara insists seriously. "The former suitors — and their families — demonstrate their public support for the union via the personal assistance they provide the bride and groom in the lead-up to the big day, as well as in the act of taking on key roles during the ceremony itself."

"Let me guess..." I grumble. "We're all going to be maids of honour, too..."

"In Cordonia, the correct term is 'witness'," she corrects. "They are the ones chosen by the couple to countersign the marriage certificate. Mais oui — it is likely that one or two of us will be called upon in such a manner."

"Great..." I sigh, arriving at the entranceway where Penelope and Olivia are already waiting. "All the things we get to look forward to..."

"Oh, Lady Harper!" squeals Penelope in excitement. "I love your dress! How do you always manage to find such super chic pieces?"

"Uhh..." I say, genuinely taken aback by her enthusiasm. "Bertrand picked this, actually..."

Olivia snorts derisively. "You mean Lord Tweedle-Dee? Please... That man has worse fashion sense than Jared Leto."

"Actually, he—"

"If you lot are quite finished with your asinine chit-chit," snaps Madeline as she strides imperiously past us, "you can pick up your feet. We are already running late for my appointment... Which took months to schedule, so don't you dare make me miss it!"

I meet Hana's gaze with a fish-eyed look. "Ever heard the term 'bridezilla' before?"

"No," she admits with a frown. "But it sounds scary..."

"Oh, trust me!" I assure her as we bring up the rear. "It is! Especially since it sounds like Madeleine is planning to take the concept to a whole 'nother level..."

The story continues in Chapter 19: Field Day

A/N: Translations for the Italian below:

At the airport: Andiamo - Let's go

Certamente, Duchessa - Certainly, Duchess

En route Lemura aureliane. Costruitadall'imperatore Aureliano per difendere Roma dai barbari. - The Aurelian Wall. It was constructed by the Emperor Aurelian to defend Rome against barbarians.

Il Circo Massimo - The Circus Maximus

Sì. L'antico stadio romano costruito per le corsedei carri. - Yes. The ancient Roman stadium constructed for chariot racing.

Il Vittoriano - This is a colloquial nickname for the Monument to Victor Emmanuel II

At the Presidential Palace Singor Presidente. Permettetemi di presentarvi altri membri della nostra delegazione. - Mr President. Allow me to introduce some additional members of our delegation.

Certamente - Certainly

Questo è Singor Bertrand Beaumont, duca di Ramsford, e suo fratello, Maxwell. - This is Lord Bertrand Beaumont, Duke of Ramsford, and his brother, Maxwell.

Beaumont... Sai, mi suona familiare. Sei parente di Signor Bartholemy, per caso? - Beaumont... You know, that sounds familiar. Are you related to Lord Bartholemy, by chance?

Sì. Egli è nostro padre. - Yes. He is our father.

Sì...sì... Ha accompagnato il re precedente in molte occasioni. Sei molto simile a lui. - Yes... Yes... He accompanied the former king on many occasions. You look a lot like him.

Sì, la somiglianza di famiglia è forte. - Yes, there is a notable family resemblance.

E questaè Singorina Olivia Nevrakis, duchessa di Lythikos,un mio carissimo amico, e fedele sostenitrice del famiglia Rys. - And this is Lady Olivia Nevrakis, Duchess of Lythikos, a dear friend of mine, and loyal supporter of the Rys family.

E' un piacere conoscerla, Signore Presidente. - My sincere pleasure, Mr President.

Il piacere è tutto mio. - The pleasure is all mine.

E finalmente, questa è Singorina Harper, la nuova duchessa di Valtoria. - And finally, this is Lady Harper, the new Duchess of Valtoria.

Sì. Ma hopraticato mio Italiano.* - Yes. But I am practising my Italian. *Italian speakers will note that there is a grammatical mistake here (the correct phrasing is 'Ho praticato il mio italiano'). However, the mistake is deliberate because Harper learnt Italian literally an hour ago, so she's not going to be perfect at it!

La città eterna - the Eternal City (nickname for Rome)

Accettare le mie scuse - [Please] Accept my apologies.

Vostra Altezza Reale, colleghi delegati, Signore e Signori. È un onore, per me, ospitare la delegazionereale di Cordonia, nostro vicino e stretto alleato per centinaia di anni. Èpassato troppo tempo da— Your Royal Highness, fellow delegates, ladies and gentlemen. It is my honour to host the royal delegation of Cordonia, our neighbour and ally for many centuries. It has been far too long since—

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Hiiii! What are your favorite fics of all time? And favorite books?

(I'm in need of reading material 👀)

OHHH MY GOD okay ! I’m SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!!!!! This is going to be an INSANE and comprehensive list crossing multiple fandoms/ genres. Everything will be on ao3, but some authors are also my tumblr mutuals or friends so I’ll tag them too. Regular books will be at the end!!!

Important Notes: these won’t be ordered according to preference, just as they come to mind/as I go thru my bookmarks; I’ll group the fandoms together. There will be a mix of oneshots & multichap, finished & unfinished, mostly x reader. I do fancy darkfics and dead doves, but for the sake of social affability I won’t add anything that is too dark, and will give adequate warnings if it verges on dark; keep in mind all of these have their own specific ao3 tags to heed!

By The Light of The Second Moon by @eloquentmoon: Star Wars, Darth Maul/reader, unfinished multichap, canon typical violence

Snacks of Dathomir by Kuraiummei: Star Wars, Opress Bros/Mando!reader, unfinished multichap, crackfic adjacent in that it’s largely about cooking + Mand’o language

Solicitude by @shiversdownyerspine: TUA, The Swedes/powered!reader, unfinished multichap, canon-typical weirdness

this is a gift (it comes with a price) by moonlightserenades: Ghost, Cardinal Copia/reader, unfinished multichap

I Knew Nothing But Shadows by @writingjourney: Ghost, Papa IV (Copia)/ reader, unfinished multichap

Friday Nights at the Vinothek by @writingjourney: Ghost, vampire!Papa II (Secondo)/human!reader, oneshot, vampire-typical bloodiness

Lapine by @bjorntobemild: Fargo, Ole Munch/reader, finished multichap, canon-typical violence & weirdness

The Price of Vengeance by Mighty_Peacock & Prickly_Panda: AVP, yautja/human!oc, unfinished multichap, canon-typical violence, obligatory monsterfuckery

The Shadow in the Valley by frogonalog: AVP, yautja/human!oc, finished multichap, canon-typical violence, obligatory monsterfuckery

Breaking Bread by SS_Shitstorm: Transformers Prime, Megatron/human!reader (plus some other shenanigans), unfinished multichap, crackfic adjacent in that it’s largely about questionable chemistry, slightly more violent than canon, obligatory robotfuckery

Sweet by RandomFangirlX3: Transformers Prime, Starscream/human!reader, smut oneshot, obligatory robotfuckery

Who I Used to Be by TheNaiveMuse: Transformers Prime, humanized!Starscream/human!reader, unfinished multichap, verges on bodyhorror?

the beast that you know by ghoulstly: OFF, Batter/reader, smut oneshot

Rest for the Wicked by Korpuskat: Halloween, Michael Myers/reader, finished multichap, canon-typical violence (definitely the most dead dovey I’m willing to put on the list; even I stumbled out of it like Woah Okay)

Put a Pin in It by charCUTIErie: Hellraiser, Pinhead/oc, unfinished multichap, canon-typical violence & bdsm elements (also the most dead dovey I’m willing to share)

The Mountain by TheMusicalHermit: Overwatch, unfinished multichap, Jamison Fawkes/reader, canon-typical insanity

That’s all I can think of for now, I’m glad to finally have a comprehensive list for myself to reference haha!

Now on to books:

Again, not ordered by preference. There will be a mix of novels, graphic novels, anthologies, academic books, and plays, of all different genres.

Dune by Frank Herbert

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (wrote part of my senior thesis on this one lol)

The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

Hellboy graphic novel series by Mike Mignola

The Shape of Water by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Kraus

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Idiot Verse poetry book by Keaton Henson

Women Writers in Renaissance England edited by Randall Martin

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Norton Anthology of English Literature books C-F

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson

Alien vs Predator: Ultimate Prey anthology (various authors)

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

The Low, Low Woods graphic novel by Carmen Maria Machado

Again, thank you SO MUCH for asking. This was lovely and wildly entertaining to put together ❤️ Inbox is always open if you’re looking for more recommendations!

#I’m SO HAPPY to finally have compiled a comprehensive list of my favs #I literally spent hours compiling this list #most of my favs are unfinished… can you see why I am the way that I am now #anon ask #fic

[lavender-teardroplettes]

All (current) Si ships

Get ready, this post'll be a doozy! Since it'll be long, it'll be under the cut! More will probably be added eventually as I go through more blogs/play more games, and maybe one day I'll get through the enormous backlog of art I've gotten myself into.

TT u TT

Also, some of these vary on lore and some vary on au, I like to think of a lot of scenarios for both writing and rp purposes and sometimes ships just happen, lol!

Here we go!

RH:

Ezra x Si (main pairing admittedly)

Exra x Si x Chris (Guard Dogs au)

Ezra x Si x Bess

Si x Bess

Si x Steph (accidentally angsty but also cute besties to lovers)

Si x Steph xBess

Si x Sammy (⚠️horny⚠️)

Si x Chris

Si x Chris x (unknown character in universe 👀)

YaH

Si x Adam

Si x Cain (*cough* biased towards this one)

MDHM

Si x Alan

Si x Stu (mostly were au, but some in game angst hohoho)

STNAF

Si x Friend

Si x Carter

Si x Z (this one is NEW- were!Z though *knuckle bite*)

Favor VN

Si x Z (wow, two Z's)

BNSH

Si x Ray

Si x Haley

Double Vision x Si (angsty and not a Good Route)

Be My Muse (LMRY)

Si x Zecharias

Si x Salvador (waiting on more lore but Sal and his cute lil tsundere crush- *gets pelted with a violin bow*)

SWWSDJ

Si x Jack/Jacktor

Si x Shaun (da-

Si x Nick(-ddies)

Si x Ian (ex-boyfriend and angsty purposes until more lore is dropped)

DachaBo

Si x Bo

Hot Killer Babes (VERY NEW -thanks Lily lol)

Si x Diva

Si x Eddie (?) (Si would have a hard time with the whole enemies to lovers souly for the fact that Si would see that Eddie didn’t like him, try and avoid him as much as possible and get the project done asap, then realize that Diva and Eddie were twins and curse the world for his luck in having to hang out with Eddie more just for Diva and because he has a hard time telling people no without a good excuse lol. Getting past that, I think they could be cute, but Si wouldn’t believe Eddie at first if they got to the confession stage and would think it would be some sorta joke at first because rumors tend to spread that way and he’d think that Eddie was only hanging out with him for Diva’s sake.)

Blackberry Winter

Si x Conrad

MINE/FLVN

Si x Keith

Si x Damien

CWP

Si x Harper

Mushroom Oasis

Si x Mychael

Yan ocs w/o a game

Krow x Si (@ thekrows-nest) (new)

Vic x Si (@ starsetven) (new)

Avery X Si (@ starsetven) (new)

Si x Miles (my oc)

BG3 (Si’s a Teifling btw uwu)

Si x Will x Karlach (trying for this in current play through, but will be happy with just Karlach lol)

Si x Halsin

Si x Astrion (not romanced in game yet)

Edit:

ATA

Si x Douglas (this one got deleted while saving drafts from my phone to my laptop oops)

#si ship list #there’s a few I can’t put because some characters haven’t been announced just yet #and a few more I want to put but haven’t kept up with their development/games in a while and wanna catch up with current lore before hand #jic there’s some character or story changes that might change my head canon stuff ^^ #restart heart vn #you and him vn #mdhm game #stnafgame #favor vn #binary star hero #hot killer babes vn #blackberry winter vn #let me remind you vn #swwsdj #dachabo #mine vn #the krows nest #bg3 #camp willowpeak #mushroom oasis vn #18+ art blog #minors dni #👀 if you wanna ask me about the different si’s or some of the ship lore feel free #uwu I also like rping as mentioned above so if you wanna rp ocs interacting I am invested #starsetven #I almost forgot the tag but I didn’t HAHA #apples to ashes game

[knightsofsliverandgoldstory]

Marc-André Fleury/ F! OC

Summery: A story where a world famous goaltender with a heart and soul of gold becomes a knight in shining silver for a female hockey player in the NHL who is trying to balance being a single mother and athlete after just being traded to the Vegas Golden Knights. Can Marc-André Fleury show Barlow Kane he can be the father her daughter never had, help her make a home and a life in Nevada and be the love of her life she never thought she would find?

Warnings: swearing, hockey related lingo. I think that's it

Word count: just over 2.6k (sorry this is more of a filler chapter that had some writers block problems. 5 will be better I promise)

Game day.

First game of the pre-season and the city was buzzing. Hockey was back in the desert and the fans couldn't wait to see the same faces back on the ice, along with the new ones that would be joining them. Barlow could feel the static in the air, the buzz of the excitement. The game was at seven that night, and it was noon when she looked at the clock. She knew she needed to get her pregame nap in and something to eat before she left for the rink. Katie Had already taken Harper for the day, so Barlow could get ready in peace without having to wrangle a toddler on her first day. Going through her pre game rituals, Barlow made a pot of spaghetti, fruit salad and some butter bread. After eating the hearty meal she cleaned everything up and went upstairs to her room to take her pre game nap. Setting her alarm on her phone to make sure she gets up on time, she shut her black out blinds and turned off the lights, laying down for her hour and half nap. Once her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

The sound of her alarm screaming in her ear sent Barlow flying out of bed. She ran a hand through her hair and down her face. She knew she had to get dressed for the game. Going to the bathroom she did her business before washing her hands and grabbing her makeup bag. She pulled out her waterproof and smudge proof black mascara and eyeliner and did a simple makeup, just enough to make her eyes pop, but not enough to make it nasty while playing. Once she did that she French braided her hair down her back, making it tight so it didn't fall out. Once she tied it off she went to get dressed. Putting on a dark cherry pants suit with an off white shirt with a small v neck to it under the jacket. Black ankle heeled boots graced her feet. She tied the black satin belt around the jacket to keep it shut and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked sharp and clean, perfect for her walk into the arena and later for interviews. The suit made her look skinnier than she was and it made her legs go on for miles. She smiled before grabbing her Ray-Ban sunglasses and throwing them on her head before making her way downstairs. She grabbed her car keys and made her way down to her car. She slipped into the driver's seat and started up her SUV, pulling out of the driveway. She pulled down her sunglasses and threw on some music from her pre game music playlist. Some songs from Imagine Dragons and The Score started to blare through her speakers, getting her in the game mood. She stopped at the Starbucks along the way and got a coffee to help her keep going late into the night before getting back on the road.

Pulling into the players parking lot at the rink she shut off her car and grabbed her bag, coffee and keys as she got out of the car. Her boot heels clocked on the pavement, her head held high as she walked down the sidewalk to the arena doors. Fans could be heard cheering and chanting. She lived for moments like this. Taking a deep breath she walked into the rink, a few cameras flashing as she made her walk down the tunnels to the locker room. Keeping a straight face she let the media team get their pregame pictures of her, along with the others who entered the rink. Once she got to the locker room Barlow took a deep breath and let her nervousness sink to her feet. She flashed the boys a smile as she made her way over to her cubby. Running her fingers over the smooth gold colored silk jersey, staring at her name on the back with a smile. She had loved her old team, the memories she had made there, but this was a fresh start for her and Harper. This was the beginning of something new. Now she was going to throw herself wholeheartedly into it.

Grabbing her Under Armor leggings and shirt that she wore under her padding she walked off to the dressing room / shower they had installed just for her. Shutting the door behind her she slipped off her pantsuit and folded it up neatly to put back on after the game. Slipping on her leggings she tied off the built in drawstrings at the top to make them extra secure. She then pulled on her skintight long sleeve that went under her padding to keep it from rubbing her skin raw. Once that was on she went back out to the main locker room to put on her padding and equipment. Slipping on her leg paddings first she strapped them down before grabbing her chest paddings. Slipping the heavy padding over her head she snapped the buckles in place. It had a bit more padding than normal on the front, but other than that it looked like any normal hockey padding. Then she grabbed her arm padding and slipped them on as well. Pulling her socks on next she tapped them down around her knees and calves, making sure they were nice and tight. Then slipping on her hockey pants she tied them off at the waist. Next she grabbed her skates and pulled them on, lacing them up tight before pulling her socks down over the tongues and backs. Once all this was done Barlow turned around and took the silky gold jersey off its hanger and held it in her hands for a moment. Looking down at her name and number one last time before slipping it over her head, letting it fall smoothly over her padding. Barlow knew it was different, and it was always pointed out to her, but she never warmed up before she got dressed. She wanted to be in full or almost full gear before warming with stretches to get the stiffness out of her gear and feel for any discomforts that could hinder her play.

She got onto the floor and went into the splits, grabbing her covered skate blade with her hands and leaning forward to stretch out her back and hamstrings. She held this for about a minute before switching to the other side. Barlow was half way through her stretch when she felt a pair of eyes on her. Looking up, Barlow saw the brown watchful eyes of Marc-André staring at her as he started to lay out his gear.

"Can I help you, Flower? She asked in French to the goalie. She watched as a smile crept across his face and he pulled off his baseball hat to run a hand through his hair.

"Not at all." He simply answered. Barlow gave him a small side eye with a smile before going back to her stretches. After warming up a bit she stood up and did a few jumps, then turned at the hips to loosen up a bit more. After making sure she felt warmed up and her gear felt good she grabbed her sticks and made sure they were taped up right and the right length. As Barlow went about getting ready she turned to face Flower while fixing the tap on one of her sticks.

"Are we still on for tomorrow's lunch?" She continued speaking in French. For the past 2 Tuesdays Barlow, Harper and Marc-André had gone back to the small restaurant to have a meal together to just relax. It had been super nice and each time they hung out outside of the rink, Barlow felt her heart opening up a bit more each time. Flower's soft laugh, his smile, the way he held her hand softly in his during the drive, or how he would kiss her cheek when he dropped them off. Watching him with Harper, how gentle and sweet he was with the toddler made her heart soar.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it. I love my time with my girls." Marc-André answered as he started to strap on his padding. He wasn't looking at Barlow when he spoke but if he had he would have seen the deer in the headlights look on her face. Her stick slipped from her hand and landed on Max's arm with a thud. The forward yelped as the stick hit him and Barlow jumped at the sound.

"Oh Max, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked as she picked up her stick. Max shook his head with a smile before going back to his gear. Barlow grabbed her stick and slowly looked back up at Marc-André, who now had the same look on his face she did after realizing what he had said. His mouth opened and closed a few times before his face turned bright red and he ducked his head. Barlow quickly grabbed the rest of her gear and walked out of the locker room and went to the tunnels. Her heart was racing and her mind felt like jello. Did he really just call her and Harper his girls? Taking a deep breath she shook her head and tried to clear her mind. She couldn't let it keep her focus off the game tonight. She had to remain calm and collected.

Meanwhile Flower was sitting in the locker room still red faced and wide eyed. He couldn't believe he said that. Sure he felt it but he hadn't planned on saying something like that yet to her. He didn't want to scare Barlow off. Max watched as the blonde had raced out of the room and the star goalie sat there in shellshock.

"What happened? What did I miss?" Max asked. He looked over at Marc-André after Bralow raced out of the locker room door. Flower waved his hand, trying to dismiss the whole thing but Max wasn't about to let it drop. "Come on Flower. What was said between you two that made her look like a doe in the headlights?" With a heavy sigh Flower looked up at the forward.

"I called Harper and her 'My Girls.'" Flower told him softly. He blushed, the dark red spreading across his cheeks as he looked back down at his skate laces. Max smiled softly and shook his head, before getting up and walking over to the goaltender. Placing a hand on his shoulder Max spoke up.

"Marc, just tell her how you feel. She was just taken but surprised and embarrassed about dropping her stuff. After the game, talk to her. Tell her. You both deserve to be happy."

"But what if she doesn't feel the same?"

"Trust me. That girl is as gone as you are. I promise she feels the same." Max said, "Trust me on this." With a final pat on the shoulder he went back to his cubby to finish getting ready. Flower thought over what Max said and realized he was right. If he didn't take the chance he may never get them to truly be his girls. Pulling the rest of his gear with a smile on his face, he finished getting ready. Barlow was still out in the tunnel warming up when he led the rest of the team out to head down to the ice to warm up. Walking up to her, Marc-André tapped her leg pad with his stick to get her attention.

Barlow looked up at Marc-André after he tapped her leg and felt a blush creep across her face. His words still rang through her mind.

"Can we talk after the game? There is something I need to tell you." He whispered as he leaned closer to her, so only she could hear his question. Barlow nodded her head. After Flower called them his girls, she knew they needed to lay it out on the table, and she needed to open her heart up again. The goaltender smiled and tapped her leg again before going to the front of the line to lead out the team. Barlow stayed back a bit, going to the middle of the line as they filed their way out down the tunnel to the ice. The roar of the crowd grew louder and louder the closer they walked to the ice, the pounding of the music over the speakers filling her body. She felt her body and mind come alive at the sounds and her instincts took over.

Stepping into the ice she pushed off and gilded behind Erik as she did a few warm up laps. Once her legs felt good she started doing some stick work with a puck, doing all kinds of crazy and weird things to get her mind going. Barlows visor was tinted a slight blue to where you could still see her eyes, but it was darker and the blue kept the glare off the ice. After having a concussion a few years back she switched to the tinted visor to help reduce the glare so she could focus better. She continued to warm up, passing the puck around with Mark and Max. They talked and joked around lighty, taking turns making shots at the net now and again, though Flower would stop them with ease. Barlow didn't like to show off before the game started, so that younger players couldn't pick up on her play style off the bat, and she could surprise them.

"Are you ready for Desert Hockey?" Asked Max as he skated up next to her well she pushed around the puck lightly. She smiled up at the forward and nodded her head. She was happy to be back on the ice, with the roar of the crowd. Tonight they played against the Arizona Coyotes for the start of the preseason. She loved the shine of the gold and glitter that seemed to be everywhere. She always admired it when she used to play against Vegas, but now to be a part of the shine was something special.

Looking up and behind Flower's net, she saw Katie with Harper in an alternate Vegas Jersey, her number on the sleeves and back with "Mommy" over the number. A huge smile broke out across her face as she began to skate over to the glass. She tapped Flower on the pads with her stick as she skated by, nodding her head towards the glass. She bummed into the glass, making Harper laugh as she waved to her mother.

"HI BABY!" Barlow yelled over the noise and through the glass to her daughter. Placing a gloved hand on the glass she waited for Harper to place hers on the glass on the other side. She loved watching her daughter smile and laugh, her eyes wide as she watched all the lights and skaters on the ice. She felt someone skate up beside her and saw Marc out of the corner of her eye. He tapped on the glass with his stick, making Harper laugh. He laughed as well, a happy sound filling the space between them. He had a puck in his glove, and he tossed it over the glass for Harper to catch. She squealed with joy as she held the puck in her hands. Barlow smiled at Marc before waving to Harper one last time before going back to warmups.

"Thank you, she really loved that." She told Flower as they skated back away from the glass. He smiled brightly, his cheeks a rosey color from the cold air.

"Anytime for her."

Those three words were all that were needed to make the smile on Barlow's face brighter. The horn sounded, telling the players warmups were over. Taking her time to get to the line, making sure she fell back into the middle of the lineup, she went down the tunnel with the guys to the locker room to await the start of lineup. Hockey season started now.

#knightsofsliverandgoldstory #kosagstory #marc andre fleury #nhl #nhl fanfic #nhl goalies #nhl goaltender story #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #marc andré fleury fanfiction #marc andré fleury #vegas golden knights #nhl golden knights #golden knights #minnesota wild #pittsburgh penguins

[montammil]

since your blog is aquatic themed(at least i think?) i was curious to know your ocs favorite sea creatures

This was very fun to answer!!

Marshall's favorite is jellyfish because they're just pretty. I feel like his favorite would be moon jellyfish.

Lawrence likes seahorses, he thinks they're very cute. Plus they're the only sea creature he really knows anything about. Long-snouted seahorses are his fav.

Sadie would like crabs. Mostly because that crab meme still lives rent free in her head, but she also thinks they're just really neat. Loves Atlantic ghost crabs the most.

Nathan likes sharks, which I'm sure isn't shocking. He likes how cool they look, and finds how people misunderstand them relatable :') He loves tiger sharks.

Charlotte isn't very fond of most animals, sea creatures included. She finds coral pretty, but that's pretty much it. Could see her liking blood belly comb jellies tho.

Harper likes manta rays. Not for any big reason, since they also wouldn't know basically anything about marine animals, but they just look cute.

Adding Nadia because I just wanna expand on what she was like more. She'd like octopuses, specifically dumbo octopuses. They just have such cute little faces.

#answered ask #lawrence oc #marshall oc #nathan oc #charlotte oc #sadie oc #nadia oc #harper oc #lawrence is seahorse coded. and dolphin coded #dolphin coded bc he looks sweet and harmless but is evil #and seahorse because of. reasons #charlotte would be humboldt squid coded but they'd be nowhere near her favorite animal bc even she finds them terrifying #i just love comparing my ocs to animals ok ill stop

[pepsiboi4127]

HI! These are my Power ranger ocs, Ray, Harper, and Dylan!

Guardian rangers :) I'll post more stuff about them later on!

#power rangers #power ranger oc #digital art #guardian ranger #my ocs #my art #oc art

[greypetrel]

Tagged by @shivunin (as well) to post quotes from an OC’s pinterest board.

(@idolsgf was the second so here you go)

I was planning on doing Raina for the second, but she was shy of quotes, apparently. Her peak poem wasn't there and she sulked.

But you know who wasn't shy?

Radha Lavellan, here you go.

Elizabeth Bishop, "One Art" | William Butler Yeats, "Where My Books Go" | Linda Hogan "Dwellings, a Spiritual History of the Living World" | George Orwell, "1984" | Maurice Rollinat, "Le Silence" | John Ronald Reuel Tolkien "I sit beside the fire and think" | Franz Kafka, "Letters to Milena" | Harper Lee, "How to Kill a Mockingbird" |

Not tagging anyone here but @ndostairlyrium because yes, but if you want to do it a second time too I can add the tag, just tell me! Here are the translations, tho:

For Le Silence... I couldn't find a translation ANYWHERE. I know a bit of french enough to understand it, but translating is another thing. I attempted it anyway, but if you know anything and see I'm wrong PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

Silence, Maurice Rollinat

Silence is the soul of things That wants to keep their secret. It departs when the day appears, And returns with the rosey sunset. It heals the long neuroses, the grudge and the regret. Silence is the soul of things That wants to keep their secret. To all the rosebeds It prefers a corner of forest Where the moon of discreet rays Quivers in the gloomy trees: Silence is the sould of things.

#long post #tag game #characters quotes #radha lavellan #I haven't found some musics that really suit her yet #It's gonna come #but she's more for written than sung words. For now here #have mercy on me and my french I studied it 8 years but the last professor made me hate it

[marivenah]

OC Tag Game

I was tagged by @corvosattano @socially-awkward-skeleton and @jackiesarch to do this tag game, thank you 💙

sending no pressure tags to @risingsh0t @nightbloodbix @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @voidika @madparadoxum @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @leviiackrman @roofgeese @kyber-infinitygems @poetikat @shegetsburned @shellibisshe @jacobseed and anyone who wants to play!

— FAVOURITE OC (CURRENTLY)

I don't really have an all-time fave, so going with the current one. So this one should be pretty obvious as I'm so annoying about her right now. Thanks to the hyperfixation on sw that hit me like a truck, I am putting so much more work into her character and story now than I ever had before. (Pretty much how it was with Zoiya when I created her.) Let's see how long this lasts.

— OLDEST OC

I've mentioned it before here and there in tags but Luna is my oldest oc and the first one I've ever put serious work into. The 2000s Fantastic Four movies were my first exposure to superhero movies and I thought 'hey that looks like fun!' and that's basically how she came into existence.

I probably have even older ocs but they're from fandoms I'm not part of anymore.

— NEWEST OC

The newest addition is Romy! I still need to develop her more but I had some unused concepts for original fiction stuff which she just absorbed I guess. So, at least there's a base.

— MEANEST OC

This one was hard to decide because I don't exactly have a purely evil oc. I also considered Carol, Shireen, and Yártien. While the others kill as well, having their very own interpretation of justice, Harper is extremely self-righteous. If people stand in her way, she will not shy away from making sure they don't, no matter what kind of person they are. I'd say she has a soft spot for nurses though.

— SOFTEST OC

One of the calmest and most reasonable Jedi you'll meet. She is just so full of love and joy that some would question whether she strictly follows the Jedi Code or not? She really has to put a lot of effort into not forming any attachments. Additionally, killing her opponents will always be her last resort. She even tries her best to get Inquisitors to come back to the light side.

— MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC

She's a bitch, and she knows it. She put a lot of work and effort into getting where she is today. And she'll do anything to keep that position. She'll knowingly gaslight gatekeep girlboss her way through life. She's in a high enough position to make the life of others miserable. And if she doesn't like the other person, she'll enjoy it even more.

— SMARTEST OC

Luna was raised by and learned from the smartest man on Earth. So, I thought I'd make her smart too. Back when she was created the mcu really lacked female geniuses. She's an expert in several scientific fields such as physics, chemistry, biology, and all kinds of engineering and a lot more. She's the ultimate nerd.

— DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC

Yuna dates a serial killer knowing full well what he's doing. She's also pretty dumb and oblivious. Not necessarily stupid but she only has one brain cell. Head empty at all times.

— OC I'D BE FRIENDS WITH IRL

Rose is a great best friend. Very dedicated and loyal. She has a big family so she's also very social, though not overly obnoxious. A very good listener and always tries to give helpful advice. Sometimes that advice is just to go out and have stupid fun to free the mind from the problems for some time. idk I'd just want to be her friend haha

#tag game #oc: shireen oqir #oc: luna richards #oc: romy schulz #oc: harper ray #oc: kieda tarnji #oc: scarlet #oc: yuna neuer #oc: rose adams #you don't have to tag them all if you don't want to lol these are so many #this was fun! #talking about them all really makes me miss every single one of them 😭

[tsarinatorment]

About a week ago, I posted a WIP graphic that represented a bunch of the Apollo kids (mostly ocs but including canon) using their camp necklaces.  At the time, it went back to only kids that were in camp when Will was, but that’s now been expanded as far back as all the kids Lee ever knew!

Another change is the post-TOA year bead; originally I had a design for The Sun and the Stars, but as that book’s looking more and more like it’s taking place the same summer as TON and therefore won’t have its own bead, I’ve replaced it with a new design!

As always, bead designs are free to borrow with credit, but please don’t use my ocs’ names!  (You are, however, welcome to use the full names I’ve assigned to Yan, Jerry and Gracie, once again with credit).

Questions about the beads or the ocs or canon kids are all very welcome! 

I’ll list their names properly under the cut in case the graphic’s a bit hard to read, as well as preferred names if different, pronouns and nationalities!  Head counsellors are also indicated, and whether they’re an oc, named canon character, or unnamed canon character.

All are listed in order of arrival at camp.

Kim Ha-Yoon //  김 하윤  (she/her); South Korean (*head counsellor) - oc Kelly Boyd (she/her); Irish - oc Ray Strickland (he/him); American - oc Aarohi Sengupta //  আরহী সেনগুপ্ত (she/her); Indian/Bengali - oc Owen Bell (he/him); American - oc Lasse Åkerström (he/him); Swedish - oc Elizabeth “Lizzy” White (she/her); American (*head counsellor) - oc Gabriel Moss (he/him); American - oc Mitchell “Mitch” Green (he/him); Canadian - oc Gilbert “Gil” Weeks (he/him); American - oc Michelle Best (she/her); American - oc Lauren Best (she/her); American - oc Emily Teague (she/her); American (*head counsellor) - oc Baird McNeilly (he/him); Scottish - oc Clara Wolff (she/her); German - oc Lyam Pastrana (he/him); Puerto Rican - oc Ceridwen “Ceri” Priddy (she/her); Welsh - oc Lee Fletcher (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Yvonne Calvert (she/her); Canadian - oc Laura Piper (she/her); American - oc Melody York (she/her); American - oc Helen Sangster (she/her); American - oc Brendan Howard (he/him); Canadian - oc Reece Gold (he/him); American - oc Bran Thrussell (he/him); American - oc Daisy Teague (she/her); American - oc Michael Yew (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Lear Howard (he/him); Canadian - oc Lawrence Hunter (he/him); Canadian - oc Dawn Harper (she/her); American - oc Phoebe Buckley (she/her); American - oc William “Will” Solace (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Morton Shepherd (he/him); American - oc Robyn Archer (she/her); American - oc Xavier Campara (he/him); Spanish - oc Joy Norris (she/her); American - oc Alice Tuner (she/her); American - oc Nye Rimmer (he/him); American - oc Sally Farmer (she/her); American - oc Elias Robinson (he/him); American - oc Nathan Lister (he/him); American - unnamed canon Tristan “Tris” Barnes (he/him); Canadian - oc Samson “Sam” Clair (he/him); American - oc Austin Lake (he/him); American - named canon Kayla Knowles (she/her); Canadian - named canon Raphael Diego (he/him); Mexican - oc Emma Bard (she/her); American - oc Cheung Yan //  张焰 (they/them); Chinese/Hong-Kong - (half-)named canon Jeremy “Jerry” Allen (he/him); English - (half-)named canon Gracie Crowe (she/her); American - (half-)named canon Merida Stringer (she/her); Scottish - oc Robin Stringer (he/him); Scottish - oc

(a huge thanks to @burning-moths, their unnamed friend, and @ferodactyl for helping me with Ha-Yoon, Aarohi and Yan’s names and being general sensitivity checkers.  Of course, any persisting mistakes are all on me, not them!)

#percy jackson and the olympians #riordanverse #riordanverse oc #rrverse #riordanverse fanart #rrverse fanart #rrverse oc #pjo #pjo fanart #pjo oc #hoo #heroes of olympus #hoo fanart #heroes of olympus fanart #hoo oc #trials of apollo #toa #toa fanart #toa oc #tsari's art #original characters

[floof-ghostie]

Villain Profile: Doctor Hai

Name: Genki Hai

Age: 27

Height: 5'9

Gender: Trans male

Sexuality: Asexual/Unlabeled romantic orientation

Race: Asian

Nationality: Japanese

Quirk: X-ray

Quirk Rundown: Genki's quirk allows him to scan someone's body and see everything that is ailing them, from sicknesses to broken bones. Note, this does not apply to a person's mental health. He likes to joke that if someone wants therapy, they should go to his partner, Thorn.

Appearance: Genki is tall, slim, and pale, with dark circles under brown eyes. He has long black hair, usually pulled into a braid. He is usually seen wearing a doctor's coat, and occasionally, a surgical mask. He has dimples in his cheeks when he smiles.

Personality: Genki has a flighty personality. He has a good bedside manner, he serves in the Underworld as a walk-in medic, treating villains, vigilantes, and yakuza alike. He is very excitable, and takes on high stress situations with an easy smile. Genki's idyllic nature hides a secret twisted side; he performs medical experiments with illegal substances on strangers. Of course, it should be noted that those experiments are done on those dumped on his doorstep by his close contacts.

Notes:

Genki is 100% the type of guy to say "tee hee"

Genki is dating Thorn Harper, @calciumcryptid 's oc

He has met my oc, Umbra, and the two of them have worked together.

Black Cat, @insomniac-jay 's oc has gone to visit him several times.

He keeps lollipops in his office. Surprisingly, they aren't poisoned.

@s0ursop @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @opalofoctober @obsxdiannn @rogues-rps-and-such

#bnha #bnha oc #my oc

[never-rpg]

Welcome to NEVER RPG! Please send in your url within 48 hours. Be sure to look over our checklist, this, & this. We hope you enjoy, or at least survive, your time on the island!

Welcome to the island, LANCE! You’ve been accepted as SAWYER with the faceclaim of Froy Gutierrez.

You had me sold the moment I read that Sawyer tries to see Pan as an eldritch being! And, honestly, that’s a pretty accurate comparison. I love your interpretation of Sawyer and the through-line of apprehension and cautious optimism in them that runs throughout your app! ‘The ocean mimics their voice, reminding them that they were not happy in the Other World- although wrong, here they had a family’. Also, I’m glad to report that your proposed connection with Cecco and the use of he/they pronouns for Sawyer have both been approved!

Welcome to the island, LEO! You’ve been accepted as NIN with the faceclaim of Piploy Kanyarat.

Leo over here bringing us bits of Thai folklore goodness! Having come from a more isolated and sheltered sort of environment, Nin has such a unique view of Neverland. ‘Amongst other mermaid communities, she was only vaguely aware that [legged folks] even existed, so she’s very wary of getting too close to anyone right now. Behaving a bit like a wild animal, she’ll find someone she’s interested by, inch closer, and the second they seem to notice her she’ll scuttle away’. I'm so excited to find out what sort of effect the island’s inhabitants will have on Nin!

Welcome to the island, MARNIE! You’ve been accepted as ECHO with the faceclaim of Madelyn Cline.

You have given Echo such depth and provided some seriously compelling and wonderfully genre-aligned motives behind the edge that makes her the only girl who can truly call herself a Lost Boy! 'the stakes for echo are higher than they are for most people, and she’s determined not to lose her place in peter’s pantheon of immortal lost boys’. I don’t want to spoil anything so I’ll leave it to you to reveal the details, but I am beyond ecstatic about your interpretation of Echo and I can’t wait to see her in action!

ADMIN NOTE: Okay, okay, okay. So today could have been an incredibly hard decision for me. Two absolutely AMAZING writers put in phenomenal ocs for the one remaining small folk spot! However, I am a rebel, you all know this, and so I’ve decided to accept both because I truly think our island needs the both of them!!

Welcome to the island, HARPER! You’ve been accepted as OAK with the faceclaim of Kit Harington.

You brought me not only Celtic symbolism but also Shakespeare and for that I thank you! Oak’s devotion to the island and his distinctive perspective of how it all works together is such a joy! ‘After all, there’s no point in keeping the Island going if the core of it, its sense of vivacity and mischief, is lost with it. Oak loves to make people smile. It tickles the part of him buried beneath ash. The fact that a grimace and a scream were so close to a smile and a laugh really just makes Oak’s job easier’. The island quite literally needs this energy!!

Welcome to the island, MADS! You’ve been accepted as TICK-TOCK with the faceclaim of Jenna Ortega.

You have this wonderful way of digging your nails into the classic Neverland mythos and reshaping it into something lovely, gothic, and shades darker than it was first presented and I adore that about you! ‘Tick-tock goes the clock but the clock is a croc, counting down your days one by one. the reaper will come knocking with a leathery hand, claws outstretched & canines gleaming. time is death, & death is hungry’. Tick-tock’s connection with the larger-than-life croc is everything I never knew I needed!!

* Your trusty admin, Vada Ray, has also decided to take on a third character: a merfolk oc named Anouk who’s bio will be posted shortly along with the other oc bios that were accepted today! 🖤

#nrpgaccepted

[stitchpunk1]

GONNA MAKE ANOTHER ONE OF THESE CUZ WHY THE FUCK NOT. I know I posted about my horror ocs before but I think I’m just gonna dump them all here cuz I wanna. I have two worlds for these two but I’m gonna post the main one which is the killing school. In this one the kids are being taught and trained by The Organization(literally the name I just discovered lol) from Cabin in the Woods.

Annie(Friday the 13th)- Annie is Jason’s half sister by his father. Relentlessly bullied because she was bigger than all the kids her age(I honestly can’t think of a deformity for her like her brother has and of course I don’t want to seem insensitive so I’ll leave it up to the imagination for now). She was dumped at camp before it even opened and was found by her brother during his rampage. In school when she’s older she becomes the caretaker of their mascot, Cujo, and becomes friends with Glenda Ray. She is currently dating Blair.

Blair(nightmare on elm street)-Daughter of Maggie Burnham AKA Katherine Krueger and granddaughter of Freddy. Blair has been kept on a tight leash by her mother all her life and forced to take Hypnocil in hopes it would keep her from her grandfather and the path he took. Thanks to a bit of intervention from The Organization, who switched her medication with placebos, her powers slowly awoke. After an incident of rebellion when she refused to take the pills and her mother burnt her(accidental or not I haven’t decided)Blair ran away to her new school and promised that one day her mother would pay.

Harper(Otis house of 1000 corpses)- Harper was adopted by her father after being found at a car accident which killed her parents. She fit right into her new family and developed a love of film and photography, keeping a collection of all her kills.

Penny(IT)- Daughter of both Pennywises, Penny naturally started her killing early. She is the hardest of all the students to keep from picking off wayward staff. She is dating Bella.

Scarlett(house of 1000 corpses and Texas chainsaw)- Daughter of Bubba Sawyer and Baby Firefly, Scarlett is the apple of her parents eye. She loves to help at her families BBQ restaurant and helps feed the more cannibalistic students.

Bella(jeepers keepers)- Bella is the soul survivor of her parents(working on another creeper character) clutch after eating all her siblings. After arriving at the school she and Penny went head to head in tuff fights which slowly turned into a strange monster courtship.

Tilly(Childs play)- Third and youngest child of Tiffany and Chucky little Tilly is probably the most bloodthirsty. She is allowed to come to the school now and then in a “gifted” program.

Olivia(an American werewolf)- One of the only overseas students Olivia can be considered one of the more “normal” kids. Both of her parents were bitten by werewolves and because of that she was actually born as one. Both of her parents were killed and she was rescued by The Organization. The others thought she was just a run of the mill killer until the first full moon.

Hazel(Halloween and dead by daylight)- Hazel is the daughter of Micheal Meyers and Danny Johnson. She is very quiet and keeps to herself until her bloodlust starts to rise. She had a slight Jekyll and Hyde personally and becomes crazed when on the hunt.

Quinn(the thing)- Quinn is a experiment by The Organization to try and control the Thing. They are more curious of the world around them and much less animalistic than the sample they were made from. The other students have taken it upon themselves to help them learn to be more human like.

#stitchs ocs #horror #friday the 13th #nightmare on elm street #house of 1000 corpses #texas chainsaw massacre #it #jeepers creepers #child’s play #an american werewolf in london #the thing #dead by daylight #Halloween #John carpenters Halloween