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cinnamongorll · 5 months

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a fragile line - chapter 1

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Story summary: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse.

Word count: 2k

Chapter 1: ‘Marked for Death’

Death coated the back of Juliet’s throat.

This was not unusual. The aroma of rot and decomposition was commonplace in the body disposal department of the Boston QZ. However, if Juliet could actually taste it simmering on her tongue, it meant one thing: she needed a new mask.

The threadbare fabric tied tight around her nose and mouth was singed earlier in the day when her shift partner tossed a body, with more force than necessary, into the large fire pit in the middle of the square. A few wayward sparks had settled on her mask, gradually burning through the cheap material.

Juliet often wondered how the sickly sweet smell of decay could still remain when fire and smoke cleansed the air.

It didn’t surprise her, though: death always lingered.

It was hour eight of her usual Tuesday shift. One more hour and Juliet could collect her ration cards, find her way to the nearest fabric stall then drag herself back to her tiny apartment. Exhaustion weighed heavy on her today, settling in her bones and restricting her movements. Her shift followed a pattern: walk to the loading truck, pick up a body, place it in the fire and try not to look as the skin blackened and blistered.

The same task, the same people, every week, every month and every year of her residence in the Boston QZ. Every day was a repeat of the previous but she was safe and she was hidden, which was all she could hope for.

More bodies, more fire and her shift was over. Another day completed. Juliet used the stained fabric of her t-shirt to wipe the ash from her hands and forehead as she joined the ration queue. She was in line behind Joel Miller, a man who had worked at body disposal as long as she had, probably longer actually.

Tall, with broad shoulders and dark brown hair speckled with grey and ash, Joel Miller towered above her with more than his height. He was impressive, intimidating. Juliet watched as he stretched his neck to the side and wiped the sweat beading on his skin, his shoulders were tight, his stance solid.

Joel had a presence difficult to ignore, being around him always felt like the air had a little less oxygen, as though he took up a bit more space than everyone else. He didn’t talk much, or ever really, just a few grunts and hard instructions grumbled under his breath to whoever was partnered with him on shift.

Juliet found herself drawn to Joel, despite their lack of interactions. Her eyes would follow his movements as they worked, observing his cool indifference as he performed their grim duty. She would notice him around the QZ, too. He was a ghostly presence, often found haunting street corners and disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Juliet knew little about Joel, only that he sold drugs to her weird neighbour who had drunkenly offered her some while attempting to break into her apartment the other night. She added another lock to her door after that.

“Next!” barked the ration officer, shaking Juliet from her thoughts.

She took a step forward and watched as Joel disappeared around the corner, shuffling ration cards in his smoke covered hands. Juliet wondered if he, too, had grown entirely numb to their gruesome occupation.

Juliet wondered if something worse, something more ghastly, haunted his daily life.

After collecting her ration cards and buying a new mask, Juliet made her way home to her crumbling one bedroom apartment. Home was perhaps a strong word, what with its peeling twenty-year wallpaper, mould stained ceilings and less than ideal neighbours. But it was her’s.

Turning the corner onto her street, Juliet’s eyes landed on a hunched form on the front step of her building. Juliet let out a sigh, quickened her steps and forced a smile onto her face. Margaret was waiting for her.

Margaret was her eighty-five year old neighbour who lived on the bottom floor of their building. She enjoyed long conversations, hard liquor, and gossiping about the inner workings of her neighbour's lives.

“Juliet!” Margaret gasped out.

“Hi, Margaret,” Juliet called as she approached, her plastered smile beginning to falter as Margaret struggled to stand.

Juliet moved to hold the woman’s frail arms, she was frantic, her hands grasping at Juliet’s shoulders, desperate to gain her full attention.

“No, you must listen,” Margaret began, before doubling over, releasing a series of strangled coughs and gasps.

“Someone,” she coughed. “Someone was here…” croaked Margaret while pointing her shaking hand behind her, towards the door.

“What? Who?” Juliet asked, she had never seen Margaret so panicked before.

“Oh it was awful,” Margaret began, once again clutching Juliet’s arms, her arthritic fingers formed in a vice-like grip.

“I was knitting at my dining table, working on my sweater… I must show you Juliet, it’s looking so wonderful, I used…”

“Stay focused,” Juliet interrupted, her voice soft and pleading. “What happened?”

“Yes! So, then I heard what sounded like someone marching through the hallway,” Margaret continued, her words quick and tense.

“I knew it wasn’t yourself or Kenny because you were both working. So I got up and looked out my peep-hole.” Margaret’s voice had grown quieter, now almost a whisper.

“And I watched as two men with dark jackets walked past my door and headed upstairs”

“Next thing I know, I hear this horrendous crash. Now, I know it must have been bad because I could hear it! And you know how terrible my hearing is.”

Shock covered Juliet’s features, their apartment building had always been quiet, always lucky to avoid the crime raging the Boston QZ.

“Did you see them leave?” Juliet asked, her voice urgent.

“Yes, thank god,” Margaret answered. “But dear… I think it was your apartment they went into, and by the sound of it, they surely broke down the door.”

Fuck, Juliet thought. Her heart now feverishly pumping the familiar blaze of fear throughout her body. “Stay here,” Juliet ordered, her voice hard as she moved to release her arms from the old woman’s grip. “I’ll go check it out.”

“Please be careful,” Margaret urged, clasping her hands together in a silent prayer.

Stepping into the building, Juliet paused, listening. So familiar with the hum of her neighbours’ usual routines, Juliet could recognise any foreign noise. But no sound was unusual, nothing was amiss… that she could hear anyway.

Feeling somewhat certain no strangers were lurking in the building, ready to emerge from a dark corner and grab her, Juliet decided to keep moving.

Climbing the steps to the first floor, her body was on high alert; any weariness from her gruelling shift was gone, adrenaline now coated her muscles. Only a sharp, steady focus remained.

Reaching her apartment, Juliet stopped, her feet frozen. The door lay open with three of her four locks fractured, surrounded by splintered wood and chipped paint. The fourth lock lay on the floor by her feet, where it must have fallen after being brutally pried from the door. Juliet felt a sinking feeling deep in her gut. Each lock had become an emblem of her security in the Boston QZ. Now they were shattered. A stark reminder that her safety was never guaranteed.

Juliet reached out, her fingers grazing the fractured wood as she gingerly pushed the door all the way open, moving into her apartment. A deep breath and a long exhale later, Juliet stood in her dining area, eyes now locked on a piece of folded paper on her kitchen table.

She moved closer, Juliet’s body had lost its stamina, her limbs weighed her down. Each step towards the yellowed piece of paper was like wading through dark, chilled water.

When she was close enough to recognise the handwriting, everything stilled. The air, the room, her beating heart… all slowing around her. A chorus of no, no, no, no, no, surged through her mind, spiralling inward, forming a shield around the memories threatening to resurface at the sight of that familiar scrawl.

One hand gripped the edge of the table, tangled in the tablecloth, while the other tentatively lifted the paper. ‘My sweet Juliet’ it read in writing she knew so intimately it could have been etched on her heart. Carved with a sharp, brutal knife.

A high pitched ringing enveloped her mind, numbing all sound apart from the echo of her shallow breaths. Juliet’s ash caked fingernails traced the edge of the worn paper, she pulled it apart to reveal a message:

‘Juliet,

How does it feel living so far from home? Surrounded by strangers.

I admit I was shocked that night you left, I wondered what more you could desire, out in the wasteland of our world, that I had not provided you with? I imagine you have come to the conclusion, by now, that there is nothing else worth living for than the love of our lord. You see, I have eyes and ears in places you could never imagine. My men know the power of our lord and live with his blessing every day. I sent these men to find you, Juliet. I sent them to bring you this message.

I have your friend Ethan in my care now, he has taken your place until you return to me. I have every hope that will be soon my dear, Juliet. He, too, screams when the judgement of our lord is upon him.

Travel safely; the lord does not bless the sinners of this earth,

Your father.’

Ethan… No.

Three years, three blissful years only focused on her own survival, liberated from the torture of her childhood. She left Ethan behind, she thought he would be safe. She was wrong, so very wrong.

Why, though, had her father waited so long to find her? To threaten her with Ethan’s safety? His life? She must have hidden well, burrowed herself so deep in the mundane of everyday QZ life, that even her father’s men, dotted about the country, had not found her for three years.

Yet now her nameless existence had come to an end, slaughtered in a matter of seconds. Juliet’s hand clenched, crushing the paper within her palm.

She had to go back. For Ethan, she would go back.

The thought alone made her choke on her breath, gasping for air in the silent room.

Experience had taught her not to take her father’s threats lightly.

Her journey to Boston was monstrous. Juliet witnessed sights which forever scarred the insides of her eyelids, appearing before her on dark and sleepless nights. Could she travel that distance again? Alone? Knowing what’s out there? No… she would die and so would Ethan.

Juliet stumbled to her moth-eaten couch and sank into the decaying cushions. She reached her shaking hands to her eyes and pressed her fingers to her eyelids, pushing harder until only a dark nothingness remained. Her life in the Boston QZ was over…for Ethan she would return to the man who haunted her every step, his existence always reminding her she would never be fully free.

Reluctance acceptance washed over her. For Ethan she would return to her prison, almost assuredly never to escape again.

Removing her hands from her eyes, Juliet released a trembling sigh. Accepting her powerlessness brought a distance from her emotions. The thought of Ethan and the immediacy of the situation had started to drown out her terror and regret, leaving behind a cold numbness.

In her emotionless stupor, Juliet started to plan her way out of the QZ.

A loose floorboard hid a map and a variety of makeshift weapons, including a switchblade which Juliet liked to keep sharp. Both were now on the coffee-table before her, Juliet hunched over the map tracing her journey with the tip of her blade.

There was one problem she couldn’t solve: this was not a journey she could make alone. Juliet survived her journey to Boston on sheer luck and willpower. She would risk her own life, but not Ethan’s. She had to get there alive.

Her blade stilled, its tip pierced through the rough paper into the hardwood table. Juliet’s racing thoughts had settled on the one person she knew had both spent a significant amount of time outside of the QZ and had a route out…

Joel Miller.

Fuck.

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vogelfreyh · 11 months

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Finally came around to create a small character sheet for Ash! My OC Hogwarts Legacy/Wizarding World OC, Auror and Sirona’s wife.

I didn’t include much text on the sheet itself, but if you’re interested in her background, keep reading under the cut!

Born: 15th of August 1861 in Edinburgh, Scotland Nationality: British Gender: Female Blood Status: Pure Blood Height: 174 cm (5'8) Eye colour: Brown Hair colour: Ashen blonde Sexuality: Lesbian Occupation: Auror (1881) Lead Auror (1888) Family: Allan Crowley (Father) Ophelia Crowley (Mother) Philomena Crowley (Great grandmother) Sirona Ryan (Wife ⚭ 1892) Kelly (Adopted daughter, 1898) Saoirse (Adopted daughter, 1898)

Early Years & Family Relationships

Aislinn Crowley, called Ash, was born in Edinburgh as the daughter of the famous aurors Allan and Ophelia Crowley. Her family was extremely toxic and strict and had high expectations of her. Like most members of her family, she was supposed to serve in the Ministry of Magic and marry into a good family. As a result of this pressure, Ash often felt caged and inferior even as a child, and her relationship with her parents was hardly of an affectionate nature. Even Ash's bubbly personality, as well as her quick temper was viewed with suspicion by her family, and they never stopped preaching to her about the way she had to behave.

Due to their work, her parents rarely had time for her and employed a witch named Mimsy to take care of their daughter and raise her. Tragically, Mimsy passed away when Ash was just thirteen years old. Also in her teens, her parents had little more than rules and set future plans for her and made her feel that all that mattered to them was the family's reputation and that no one stepped out of line. Ash had a hard time tolerating family gatherings and from an early age was labeled the black sheep of the family, especially after she revealed to her parents that she was a lesbian.

After her successful entry into the ministry and taking up work as an Auror, Ash's reputation with her family improved a little. This only lasted until her parents arranged a marriage for her with a highly respected Ministry wizard, whom Ash rigorously refused. While her parents knew of her relationship with Sirona Ryan, they did not accept it. Ash, however, made them understand that Sirona was the only one to whom she would ever take the vows of marriage. That was the moment when she ultimately broke with her family and the relation between them finally crumbled. They never spoke a word to each other ever again.

Personality

She is a kind and life-affirming character who comes off pretty self-confident and tough most of the time. She’s also very justice-loving and protective of her friends. If she overheard people talking bad about someone she liked, she sometimes would react very emotional and has been seen punching some of her classmates because of that.

Due to the toxic and judgmental nature of her family, she has learned to mask her fears and insecurities and only dares to drop her mask with a few people. She suffered from sudden anxiety attacks. This got better after she became friends with Sirona.

Hogwarts Years

By the age of eleven, Ash received her Hogwarts letter and soon after came to start her first school year, where she was sorted into Gryffindor. Thanks to her kind and bubbly nature Ash quickly made friends, including the fellow Gryffindor Ruth, as well as Ravenclaw Sirona Ryan, with whom she literally collided during her first broom flying lesson.

Ash proved herself to be very skilled and talented in the subjects Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms and Transfiguration but had difficulties with Herbology and Potions. Especially in the subject of potions she ran into more and more problems during the school years, mostly on account of the fact that most of the potion ingredients made her feel nauseous. On one occasion, it was so bad that she had to throw up right into the cauldron. Sirona was still laughing about it years later and affectionately teased Ash about it.

Ash was on very good terms with Dinah Hecat, her teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts, who also gave her extra assignments and helped her prepare well for her future career while she was still in school. Even as an adult and after many years, Ash still maintained a friendship with her.

Since Ash needed at least an "Exceeds Expectations" in Potions for her N.E.W.T.s to qualify for Auror training, Sirona actively supported her and the two practiced day and night. As a result, Ash managed to get the required grade in the subject. Potions actually was the only subject in which she did not have an "Outstanding".

Ash & Sirona

Ash and Sirona first met when they literally crashed into eachother during their first broom flying lesson. After realizing that nothing bad had happened to them, they couldn't help but burst out laughing. This moment marked the beginning of their relationship.

The two quickly became inseparable and from that moment on hardly ever spent a minute without one another. Their understanding for each other worked even without words and they shared their deepest secrets and dreams. When they were together, they didn't have to put on a mask and could be themselves without being judged for it. They studied for exams together and played pranks, often to the annoyance of their classmates and teachers. Ash helped Sirona through a very difficult period in her life and supported her in pursuing her most ardent goal, even though it was anything but easy. Sirona was deeply grateful to have her at her side and always described Ash as her kindred spirit. They were also very protective of eachother and not seldom Ash got into fights when classmates talked bad about Sirona. Since the age of 14, her and Ash jokingly referred to each other as the 'other half' of one another. Over the years, their friendship had become so profound and intimate that many classmates described it as love, even before the two realized it themselves. But soon it was a thing they knew for a fact- they loved eachother and they had become the most important person in the other one’s life.

Ash usually spent her Christmas vacations with Sirona and her family, since her own family never celebrated any holidays. She was well liked by Sirona’s parents and always welcome in their home. As the years went on she rarely went back home to her family in Edinburgh, and rather stayed in Hogwarts for her holidays. She also spent the summer vacations together with Sirona in Hogsmeade, where the two of them waited tables at the Three Broomsticks and Sirona dreamed of one day owning such place by herself.

By the time their seventh school year drew to a close, Ash had completed all of her N.E.W.T.s with an "Outstanding" thus qualifying for a career as an Auror. She was excited, but she also knew that it would mean leaving Hogsmeade and Sirona, who was in the running to succeed her as the owner of the Three Broomsticks, for at least three years.

Their naïve dream of spending their future as a couple in a small cottage near Hogsmeade was slipping further and further away, but the stakes were high.

After a tearful parting and a promise to never lose sight of each other, Ash leaves for London to face her Auror training.

Over four years, apart from Sirona's few allowed brief visits to the ministry, they communicated only through owls. But sent eachother a letter at least every two days.

Ash learned that by a stroke of luck, Sirona had become the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks and was now managing the pub single-handedly. Ash, on the other hand, had passed her Auror training with distinction and had already made a name for herself during her first years by taking on an important mission. The two couldn't be happier for each other, but they missed each other terribly.

After a few years, the Ministry of Magic allowed Ash to leave London for the first time and she immediately set off for Hogsmeade. Sirona could hardly wait for her to arrive and as she finally stood in the doorway of the Three Broomsticks, they knew their love for each other was just as strong as the day they parted. If not, even stronger. Overjoyed they celebrate their reunion, making plans for the future. However, due to a dramatic incident, Ash is called back to the Ministry only a few days later. An association of dark wizards, who until recently worked underground, have taken the offensive and are now threatening not only the world of wizards and witches, but also the Muggle world. All Aurors were called back to London for immediate action.

Throughout this mission Ash is badly wounded in an ambush after tracking down the leader and barely survives. But thanks to her taking action, the rest of the Aurors manage to confront and kill their leader, Silas Vandalore.

When Sirona heard that Ash had been seriously injured, she immediately travels to London to be with her, fearing for her beloveds life. Back in the day, she often worried for Ash and was afraid to read her name among the obituaries in the Daily Prophet. To her great relief, however, Ash is strong enough and survives her injuries. However, the curse had left a mark on her and the doctors make her understand that she would hardly become as strong as she once was and that the remaining power of the curse would slowly drain her life energy. Later, she is given a special potion brewed by her old potions professor Aesop Sharp that would help slowing down the process of the curse and and allow her to live a relatively pain-free life, if she drank the potion on a regular base.

After withdrawing a little from the ministry and succeeding Dinah Hecat as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ash and Sirona finally settle down together in a small cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade like they always dreamed to. They get married in 1892 and continue to live a happy and fulfilled life together. In 1898 the two adopt two little girls, whose families had been killed by black wizards, Kelly and Saoirse, and raise them as their daughters.

Auror Career

In 1878, Ash began her Auror training in London. In the beginning she had a hard time adjusting to the new situation and life, but within a few months she had fully adapted and three years later completed her training with distinction. Just a few weeks later, she embarked on her first mission, where she would meet the hit wizard Aiden Langley, with whom she would remain close friends for many years to come. Working together, they uncovered a circle of notorious black wizards, escorted them to Azkaban and made a reputation for themselves within the Ministry.

In 1888 Ash takes the position as a Lead Auror within her department.

During 1889, when several cases of brutal murders involving Muggles and wizards occur all over Britain, Ash takes up the case and comes across the trail of a massive organization that has made it its goal to exterminate Muggles and all non-pureblood wizards and witches. As they have members all across the country, Ash sets out to find and turn in the leader, who, to the dismay of the wizarding world, is a former Hogwarts professor also not unknown to herself. Silas Vandalore.

She confronts him in Edinburgh, where he imprisoned and tortured a Muggle family. However, she is ambushed and gets severely injured by Silas with a curse. Langley finds her in time and takes her to St. Mungo's, where she continues to fight for her life several months. Deeply worried, Sirona travels to London and does not leave Ash's side, fearing that she might eventually lose her. Fortunately, though, Ash is strong enough and survives. However, the curse has left a mark on her and the doctors make her understand that she would hardly become as strong as she once was and that the remaining power of the curse would slowly drain her life energy. Later, she is given a special potion brewed by her old potions professor Aesop Sharp that would help slowing down the process oft he curse and and allow her to live a relatively pain-free life. She retains her position as Auror, but increasingly works in the background. When Dinah Hecat retires, she takes over as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, where she taught students up until she hit her sixtieth birthday and passed on her position to her successor.

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cursedvaultss · 9 months

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HPHM OC Profile: Calliope Black

"No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world."

Name: Calliope Antigone Black

Nicknames: Callie

Birthdate: October 31st, 1972

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Sexuality: Bisexual

Callie is not the MC, she's just an OC that attends Hogwarts at the same time as Jacob's Sibling! She's open for friendships and rivalries, etc.

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.60cm (5 ft 3½)

Weight: 53kg

Skin Tone: Fair

Faceclaim: India Eisley

Background

Home: Raven Hall, a modest (by rich people standards) property owned by the Black family in rural England

Family

Mother: Cressida Black, née Rowle

Cressida is a Slytherin alumni. She works at the Wizengamot and leads a seemingly successful life. On the inside, she's struggling though. She's not happy with her life and her unhappiness is affecting her relationship with her daughter. She loves Callie but is misguided in her efforts to make her choices for her and attempt to keep her in line.

Father: Castor Black, the younger brother of Orion Black

Castor attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin. He's unlike most of his family members in that he is softer and less likely to spout blood-purist rhetoric. However, he is not close with his daughter and his marriage to Cressida is facing some difficulties. He has constantly lived in the shadow of his older brother and doesn't know how to stand up to him.

Uncle: Orion Black

Cousins: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw (hat stall with Slytherin)

Career

11-17: Hogwarts Student

17->: tbd

Personality & Attitude

Callie is the quiet sort who prefers the company of books to people. She doesn't go out of her way to make friends and can often seem cold or even rude to people who don't know her, but she's quite friendly once you manage to break through her surface. Deep down, she feels very alone due to her parents being distant and being an only child. She struggles with creating meaningful connections but craves them deeply.

She responds best to speaking of common interests, like books or music. She's a little bit clueless about the Muggle world and finds learning about Muggle culture fascinating. Callie is creative and sometimes scribbles poetry in the margins of her essays or in little notebooks. She doesn't have ambitions to become a poet as a fulltime job, though.

Priorities: Friends, gaining knowledge, independence

Strengths: Clever, works well under pressure, loyal to loved ones

Weaknesses: A bit of a loner, a penchant for melancholy, can come off as rude

Stressed: When dealing with her family or studying for exams

Calm/Comforted: With her friends and in the library

Favorites

Colors: Black

Weather: Rain

Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, Wizard chess

Fashion: Business casual, blacks and grays, some grunge vibes

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Talbott Winger

Callie and Talbott have been house mates since year one, but they only really started to speak during year 4, when Callie got her pet owl Orpheus and started to spend time in the Owlery. They both enjoy a comfortable silence and the quiet comfort of each others' company.

The two started dating during year 6. They were together until graduation, after which they broke up for a while but reconnected during the Second Wizarding War. They married and have one daughter together.

Friends:

Talbott Winger

Badeea Ali

Murphy McNully

Matthew Luther by @hphmmatthewluther

Vienna Brokenshire, Jules Farrier, and Azariah Steele by @cursebreakerfarrier

Cato Reese by @catohphm

Eirlys Knell by @cursedlegacies

Dimitri and Skylar Di Angelo by @nicos-oc-hell

Caiden Solace by @camillejeaneshphm

Isabelle Dubois by @endlessly-cursed

Ruth Lyman, Huck Fitzgerald, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor O'Donnell by @unfortunate-arrow

Marti Venturi by @smarti-at-smogwarts

OPEN FOR INTERACTION!

Rivals:

Merula Snyde (indirectly)

Children:

Thalia Winger

Talia was born in 1997. She's a Gryffindor and a Quidditch chaser.

Trivia

Callie likes to follow Quidditch although she doesn't talk about it because it clashes with her intellectual bookworm loner brand.

She has an owl called Orpheus

She has fond memories of her cousins Sirius and Regulus

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bradshawsbitch · 2 years

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power | bradley bradshaw x f!oc

disclaimer: I'm from Sweden, and until recently we've been neutral since forever - hence, I have no fucking idea wth I'm doing when it comes to military shit, so if anything's not right well... don't tell me and just enjoy the banter lmao (also I was born during the years when compulsory military service wasn't a thing here. I'm old.)

summary: Ruth, a member of the squad, is getting real tired of the level of testosterone coming from some people in the squad, and unfortunately she's not afraid to voice her concerns. Rooster can't help that he thinks that's kind of hot.

warnings: some swearing, bad ass bitchery, just a smidge of hangman-slander (just until he drops his attitude lmao sorry babes). no beta we die like women.

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The searing sun beat down on the t-shirt clad back of Ruth, her dark brown hair not helping in dispelling the heat. A stray hair had fallen down from her tight bun, and it was further fueling her irritation as she mustered up her 88th pushup of the day with a small grunt spilling from her parted lips. Beside her, Rooster couldn't help but smile slightly. The two of them had been in the air, and seeing as Rooster had saved her ass up there - she felt it was only right that she did at least a 100 pushups in solidarity for his help.

Ruth was nothing if not honest, and could easily and readily admit to when she was in the wrong. Rooster had found he liked that about her. He even enjoyed the times she chewed his ass out when he'd done something foolish. They'd known each other for quite some time now, and Rooster had learnt the hard way that Ruth wasn't really someone you wanted to mess with. Ruth stood at a solid 5'8'', which might not be that impressive compared to his own height, but with her broader set of shoulders, and her head held high - she could be intimidating when she wanted to.

Ever since she was young, she'd been somewhat of a firecracker - never backing down from a fight. And if there was one thing she loathed above all else; being treated as if she was a lesser being, or somehow weaker, for being a woman. She knew that her choice of profession didn't exactly help her in that regard, but Ruth was never one to back down from a challenge. She had a lot of things working against her, alongside archaic men questioning her every move, the patriarchy and her womanly shapes. If she heard another word about her wide hips and hourglass shape were 'perfect for child-bearing' she might actually explode.

Even her name was unfortunate. Ruth. Who the hell named a girl born in the late 80's Ruth? During her time in the academy, her call-sign had been assigned with vehement protests from her, but had fallen on deaf ears. "Babe". Really? She didn't even like baseball all that much, but of course - some smart-ass called out "Babe Ruth!" and that was it. It stuck.

Finishing her 100th pushup she let out a small sigh, sitting down on the warm cement of the tarmac.

"Thanks for saving my ass up there, Roos," she smiled softly at the tall man still finishing up his round of his 'punishment'. If anyone asked her, she'd never admit she had a huge soft spot for the man who was glistening with sweat in the sun before her.

"Anytime, Babe. I'd do it again in a heartbeat," there was no trace of sarcasm or teasing in his voice. Not even a tendency to suggestiveness when he uttered her callsign. Something she greatly appreciated. Standing up, she gave his shoulder blade a soft pat before heading towards the showers to freshen up.

On her way, she spotted her nemesis. Bagman. Please let him keep his big mouth shut just this once. Her patience was already non-existent, beating herself up for her mistake in the air. Fortunately for her, Phoenix spotted her sour face, and hurried to keep him occupied with some light banter about something else. Ruth shot Nat a look of gratefulness before slipping in to the showers.

Ruth let the cool water hit her with a heaving sigh, her shoulders shuddering slightly at the soothing feeling the water offered her. Her eyelids fluttering close as she gingerly let her forehead rest against the cool tiles. Her mind was still spinning a hundred miles an hour, but with another calming breath she managed to sooth herself silently as the echo of the water bounced off the walls. Unwillingly, her thoughts lingered on Roosters form, and she shook her head to rid herself of the sight of his shoulders and biceps flexing in the sunlight.

The two of them had been in each others lives for a while now, learning together. She'd always appreciated him for his respect towards her and her abilities as both an aviator and as a person. They got along great, and she considered him one of her closest friends. She'd never admit to anyone out loud that she'd love to be more. It didn't really fit in to her badass, don't-need-anyone-let-alone-a-man type of energy that she had built for herself to swoon and want to be held and loved by Rooster.

Cutting off the stream, she shook the water and thoughts out of her head as her dark locks swirled around her face. She knew tomorrow would be difficult for her. She'd be paired with Hangman, and up until now she'd managed to be civil towards him. But her nerves were sometimes on the outside of her body, and she knew that no amount of yoga or mindfulness could help her when she was up in the air.

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The next day, Bob approached her silently, giving her a look that said 'please don't kill Hangman before Mav can', and she couldn't help the small smile playing on her lips as she got ready to get in her plane.

"Now, Babe - leave the big man to me, alright?" Hangman laughed, knowing he'd be pushing her buttons. His voice when he said 'babe' annoyed her to no end, he made it sound like an endearment.

"Fuck off, Bagman" she muttered to herself, making Bob chuckle silently as well.

Well up in the air, Ruth felt at ease. Communicating with Bob with ease, even managing to take the comments of Hangman that weren't aviator-related. She was proud of herself. That is until Mav turned up out of nowhere and her calls of 'break right!' were ignored by Hangman, leaving her vulnerable and in the end she got 'shot down'.

"Fucking hell!" she swore loudly, her temper rising as Hangman said some dumb shit over the comms.

"I'm fucking dead dumbass," she growled back, Bob smiling softly as he said "Here we go..."

Down on the ground Rooster cringed as he took in Ruths' tone of voice. He knew that Hangman was in for a Ruth-chew-out, something Jake hadn't experienced in earnest before. As much as he hated to defend Hangman, he couldn't let her do something she'd surely regret. So with a great sigh he started towards where he knew the pissed off pilot would land.

"Hey, Babe... Babe... Ruth, please don't--" Bob said as the dark haired woman aggressively went through the security check list once both planes had been landed and turned off. Ignoring him, Ruth ripped her helmet off before nimbly jumping down from the seat.

"Hangman!" Ruth yelled at the top of her lungs as he was spotted wearing a self-righteous smirk.

"You fucking listen to me when we're up there, you hear me?" the female pilot continued as she neared his form, brows knitted together and chest heaving from rage.

"Can't help you don't know what you're doing up there, Babe" he tantalised, his smirk growing bigger with each word. That's when Rooster hurried towards the two figures, his long legs soon nearing as he heard her scream in earnest now "Fuck," he muttered, speeding up further.

"Hold up, you did not just--" Ruth couldn't even finish her sentence, her eyes had gone a darker shade as she stepped up to Jake, her face inches from his, her finger roughly shoved in to his chest.

"Just 'cause you've got a tiny-ass pencil sharpener between your legs does not mean that you know better than I do, you fucking chauvinistic piece of shit-fuelled--" her sentence was cut off by Rooster wrapping an arm around her mid-section, trying to create some distance.

"You get your fucking hands off me, Lieutenant Bradshaw!" she almost whipped around to shove Bradley off of her, but knew she had to keep her focus on Jake, as to not let him slip away with the last word.

"Whoa, hey, Babe... Ruth, c'mon - it's just Bagman," Rooster tried, his voice soothing.

"It's not 'just Bagman'" you yelled, wanting to claw his damn eyes out. Because it wasn't. It was every man ever telling you what you could and could not do, could and could not like - it was hundreds of years of pent up rage coursing through her veins like venom.

"If you ignore me like that again up there, you fucking dickwad, I'll have you know that you're dead. You hear me Seresin? Dead! And if I die because of you I'll haunt your ass until the day you fucking die and then some!" Ruth knew she wasn't making sense, but indignant tears were burning in her eyes - curse her for getting teary when she was angry.

"I'm not going to take this lying down, and you know it," she seethed, her hair once again falling in front of her furious blue eyes. And for the first time, Jakes proud face fell slightly as he took in the emotion behind them. He'd never been known to apologize, but he could almost taste the 'I'm sorry' playing on his tongue.

"You'd better leave, Hangman," Rooster said quietly, his strong arm still holding you back from tearing Jake a new one. And for once, Jake agreed with Rooster and turned to walk away.

Hondo, who had been in the background through most of it, felt for the female pilot.

"Ruth... hey. Deep breaths," Rooster tried as your form relaxed slightly against his chest.

"Fucking asshole, I told him break right and--" Ruths' voice was hoarse from yelling and lacked the earlier fire behind them.

"I know, I know," Bradley continued softly, releasing the pressure from the slightly shorter pilots mid-section. Bob smiled softly at her and patted her arm "Hey, we did good up there in spite of Hangman, okay?" she nodded mutely, her burning eyes staring down at the ground.

"You don't have to do your 200--" Hondo started, seeing as it was not Babe's fault she got show down.

"Of course I do. I got shot." Ruth cut him off, wiping her eyes with her sleeve before getting down on the ground, Bob following suit. Rooster looked at her for a second, his honey eyes soft. She sure was a firecracker, and he couldn't help but love it.

"What're you doing, Brad?" Ruth muttered as she saw his form beside her.

"So I'm Brad again, am I?" he teased light-heartedly, knowing she wouldn't chew him out. Ruth blushed at the thought that she'd 'titled' him earlier.

"Yeah, if you behave," she smirked.

"I felt like doing 200 pushups." he grinned, answering her previous question. Ruth couldn't help the laugh that spilled from her lips, a sound Rooster felt pride (mixed with a tug in his stomach that he didn't quite know what it was) surge through him that he had managed to drag out from her.

"Boys." Ruth rolled her eyes, before shooting Rooster a thankful smile, which only furthered that funny feeling in his stomach.

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Woo! I apologize for any mistakes, and spelling errors seeing as English isn't my first language. Hope you enjoyed this and that it wasn't too bad :) please let me know if you'd like any more of these two! <3

#bradley rooster bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradashaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #alex writes

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wildflowerwoodsworld · 6 months

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I don't really talk about my aus on here, but I'm pretty proud of the work I've put into this one so I thought I'd share

Nobody ask how long this took.

As per usual, several of the ocs on this list (Nickole, Bastian, Aella, Madlyn, Ruth, Madeline, Vivian, Cornelia, Silas, Angela, Primrose, Lerola, Dalila, Levi, Sylvia, Hannah, Juniper, Silvester, Alexandra and Alderbrand) belong to the lovely @crazedstoryteller, the rest of the ocs (Fiona, Lana, Tondra and Lia) are mine, and obviously canon chracters are canon

(alternate version of the table under the cut)

Surname Name Height Bird Wingspan

Poizot Gueldre 194cm Common Ostrich 142cm

Vermillion Mimosa 161cm Beautiful Sheartail 143cm

Vermillion Kirsch 182cm Purple-Throated Carib 152cm

Unsworth Dorothy 145cm Green Peafowl 158cm

Mehmad Rhya 181cm Superb Lyrebird 168cm

Adlai Marie 135cm Eurasian Magpie 182cm

Becquerel Letoile 165cm Zebra Dove 187cm

Vermillion Nickole 168cm Rufous-collared kingfisher 191cm

Silva Nebra 170cm Buff-Breasted Paradise Kingfisher 192cm

Tenmanyashiki Fujio 176cm Anna’s Hummingbird 192cm

Florimond Bastian 176cm Turkey 202cm

Pappitson Charmy 142cm Dalmatian Pelican 216cm

Silva Acier 167cm Kookaburra 217cm

Clarkson Aella 165cm Northern Cardinal 218cm

Swallowtail Secre 152cm Anti-Bird 225cm

Francois Marx 167cm Common Grackle 226cm

Faust Morgen 180cm White-Necked Raven 228cm

Silva Nozel 177cm Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher 228cm

Faust Nacht 180cm White-Necked Raven 228cm

Fiore Madlyn 149cm European Robin 234cm

Roselei Ruth 169cm House Sparrow 235cm

Bergen Fana 162cm Baltimore oriole 236cm

Mehmad Fana 162cm Baltimore oriole 236cm

Angel Puli 168cm Tundra Swan 236cm

Wechsler Grey 159cm Kererū 238.5cm

Funar Recca 153cm European Robin 240cm

Thorncroft Madeline 171cm Black Swan 241cm

Mikuriya Fumito 176cm Eurasian Teal 241cm

Adlai Gauche 181cm Eurasian Magpie 245cm

Tium Shiren 183cm Great Potoo 245cm

Silva Solid 169cm Yellow Billed Kingfisher 246.5cm

Silva Noelle 161cm Common Kingfisher 250cm

Vaude Langris 166cm Western Tanager 253cm

Tormenta Fragil 162cm European Robin 254cm

Portaport Cob 173cm Willow Ptarmigan 256cm

Shipley Vivian 175cm European Robin 257cm

Franklin Cornelia 159cm Black-necked Grebe 257cm

Kozma Lolopechka 165cm American White Pelican 257cm

Luftair Randall 175cm Mute Swan 263cm

Libardirt Morris 177cm Mallard 267cm

Vaude Silas 173cm Hepatic Tanager 271cm

Keller Mariella 157cm Pacific Loon 271cm

Code Dominante 167cm Superb Starling 272cm

Clarkson Angela 168cm Vermilion Cardinal 274cm

Hage Asta 155cm Shining Bronze Cuckoo 275cm

Bullard Sally 160cm Pacific Loon 277cm

Roulacase Fiona 171cm Common Snipe 278cm

Marron Sol 180cm European Robin 282cm

Enoteca Vanessa 170cm Taiwan Rosefinch 283.5cm

Roselei Lerola 170cm Aztec Thrush 283cm

Roselei Primrose 175cm Varied Thrush 283cm

Holt Nash 136cm Common Kestrel 286cm

Ringard En 176cm Great Spotted Woodpecker 286cm

Roulacase Finral 172cm Great Snipe 287cm

Lister Dalila 177cm Great Spotted Woodpecker 288cm

Legolant Henry 190cm Trumpet Swan 290cm

McNamara Owen 180cm Great Spotted Woodpecker 293cm

Roe Levi 178cm American Coot 294cm

Vaude Sylvia 167cm Summer Tanager 295cm

Orfai Orsi 180cm American Coot 297cm

Hangatsuji Jozo 178cm Alpine Chough 297cm

Aquaria Lily 160cm Grey Heron 306cm

Kruger Fanzell 178cm Spur-Winged Goose 310cm

Kezokaku Ginnojomorifuyu 169cm Pygmy Falcon 313cm

Sandler Alecdora 178cm Common Cuckoo 314cm

Caseus Hamon 170cm Least Sandpiper 317cm

Starr Mars 170cm Common Starling 325cm

Gerver Hannah 169cm Chimney Swift 338cm

Ideale Zara 177cm Carrion Crow 340cm

Bronzazza Sekke 175cm Rock Dove 341cm

Rapual Theresa 162cm Common Kestrel 341cm

Salik Revchi 176cm Rock Dove 342cm

Lugner Xerx 177cm Snowy Sheathbill 345cm

Roselei Charlotte 171cm Mountain Bluebird 346cm

Voltia Luck 167cm Peregrine Falcon 348cm

Vaude Lana 168cm White Winged Tanager 349cm

Dorthonion Ladros 180cm Rock Dove 350cm

Landvik Valtos 178cm Chimney Swift 356cm

Ideale Zora 176cm Hooded Crow 357cm

Vermillion Leopold 170cm Brown Falcon 360cm

Boismortier Rill 165cm Kea 363cm

Swing Magna 169cm Gyrfalcon 364cm

Lunettes Klaus 176cm European Nightjar 371cm

Fodor Gadjah 176cm Magnificent Frigatebird 377cm

Novachrono Julius 180cm European Golden Eagle 379cm

Granvorka Kaiser 193cm Kori Buzzard 393cm

Mushogatake Yosuga 181cm Saker Falcon 400cm

Grinberryall Yuno 172cm Common Swift 404cm

Kay Juniper 170cm Great Shearwater 406cm

Sturm Tondra 167cm Barn Owl 407cm

Vermillion Mereoleona 178cm Fox Kestrel 409cm

Yami Ichika 156cm Northern Royal Albatross 414cm

Gidul Vetto 196cm California Condor 420cm

Vermillion Fuegoleon 188cm Nunkeen Kestrel 421cm

Garver Silvester 184cm Eurasian Hobby 429cm

Spirito Rades 174cm Hooded Vulture 435cm

Swallow David 175cm Tree Swallow 438cm

Imari Komari 160cm White-Throated Needletail 440cm

Mehmad Patri 172cm New Zealand Dotterel 440cm

Vangeance William 172cm New Zealand Dotterel 440cm

Vermillion Alexandra 181cm Madagascar Fish Eagle 441cm

O’oka Daizaemon 193cm Great Buzzard 453cm

Bardsley Lia 168cm White-Throated Needletail 462cm

Summerfield Jack 197cm Common Swift 464cm

Agrippa Gordon 187cm Rüppell’s Vulture 468cm

Yami Sukehiro 183cm Wandering Albatross 476cm

Vermillion Alderbrand 185cm African Fish Eagle 493cm

Ryuudou Ryuuya 182cm Amsterdam Albatross 507cm

#Black Clover #My AUs

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spiral-writing-stuff · 1 year

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Hey mfs I’m making my character x reader blog finally!:pp

You may call me Spiral🌀

Here is my bsd masterlist

RULES AND REQUEST INFORMATION: PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING

ALL SMUT REQUESTS WILL BE POSTED TO THIS SMUT BLOG FROM HERE ON OUT!

This was a Bungo stray dogs blog but I want to write from other fandoms like fire emblem, jujutsu Kaisen, baldur’s gate 3(once I learn more about it), the case study of vanitas, Arcane and Spiderverse (mainly for hobie brown and Jessica drew) cuz I definitely get the sudden urge to write for other fandoms :ppp

so just ask me if I write for a specific character from those series! If I don’t know the character well I will just research.

You can request anything within the rules but please request smut on this blog from now on!

The most characters you can request in a single request is currently 3,(maybe 4) I’ll only do headcanons and sometimes short scenarios if it’s two or more characters requested

I don’t write for OCs

You can request any character(s) but I’m best at writing the following:

Kunikida Doppo

Nakajima Atsushi

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Dazai Osamu

Yosano Akiko

Edogawa Ranpo

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Higuchi Ichiyō

Oguri Mushitarō

Izumi Kyouka

Fire Emblem

I’ve played fe awakening, fe echoes shadows of Valentia, fe three houses and fe three hopes, So I know to write for most characters of those games.

Arcane

Most characters

Vanitas no carte/The case study of vanitas

Noe Archiviste

Vanitas

Dominique De Sade

Jeanne

Amelia Ruth

Dante

Jujutsu Kaisen

Most characters from jjk I don’t feel like typing them all out man😭

I can write reader x Kyouka, Kenji, or Q but it will always be platonic if the reader is older!! No exceptions!

Rules for requesting:

These rules don’t necessarily apply to just bsd characters but they apply to all requests! And these rules apply to requests, not fics I make for myself!

If you don’t specify the gender than I’ll mostly go with GN! Or Fem, I also write for Male!Reader. That being said, I always automatically try to omit the gender of the reader

Specify if you want the relationship to be romantic or platonic example: “dazai pranking reader hcs (platonic)”

AND PLEASE! When requesting two or more characters specify if you want them together or separate! Example: “can I get kunikida and dazai dating hcs?(separate)” or (can I get kunikida x reader x dazai?”

When requesting please provide as much information as you can! Example: “Can I get a ranpo x fem!reader Where they go on a date to the amusement park?(romantic)” “can I get a kunikida comforting reader after a panic attack?(platonic)”

If you don’t specify any of this it’ll take me more time to think of a scenario, and I’ll end up going with my own ideas.

I will write: fluff, angst (I’ll try), crack, relationship hcs, gore(as in fight scenes and injuries, ik this isn’t exactly sfw but yk, I’ll just put a warning)general headcanons

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mashedwriting · 14 days

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Character List

* = platonic only

Comic Books

Music Meister

Squirrel Girl*

Loki

Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Matthew Patel

Gideon Graves

Young Neil*

Knives Chau*

Wallace Wells

Star Trek

Spock*

Uhura*

Data*

Reanimator

Herbert West

Dan Cain

Batman Forever

Edward Nygma

Two-Face

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson*

Gotham

Jim Gordon

Edward Nygma

Jervis Tetch

Oswald Cobblepot

Fish Mooney

Jerome Valeska

Selina Kyle*

Bruce Wayne*

Victor Zsasz

Barbra Kean

Jonathan Crane*

Superstore

Jonah

Amy

Cheyenne*

Dina

Garret

Glenn

Mateo

Brooklyn 99

Terry Jeffords

Kevin Cozner*

Jake Peralta

Charles Boyle

Ray Holt*

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Gina Linety

Dr Who

9th Doctor*

Rose Tyler*

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Sammy Lawrence

Alice Angel

Joey Drew*

Wally Franks

Bertrum Piedmont

The Stanley Parable

Narrator

Stanley*

Bill and Ted

Bill S Preston Esquire

Theadore Logan

Back to the Future

Emmet Brown*

Marty Mcfly

Ferris Bueller's day off

Ferris Bueller

Labyrinth

Jareth

Blithe Spirit

Charles

Ruth

Elvira

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

My ocs and friend’s ocs!!

If you have ideas for fandoms I should join/write for, send an ask and I’ll check it out! :]

#☆~character list

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havoc-bloom · 1 year

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Part 2 of posting about my Veldigun OCs! Yay!

This is Ruth! She was the second Veldigun character I ever made, and was originally going to be Alistair’s partner, though that idea was scrapped. She consumed Ruth Young, a dancer/performer who worked alongside (and eventually married) Matthew Melotte. She is extremely motherly, and thus when she found her partner Jamie, she immediately became a sort of parental figure and protector for him. The white wool on her chest and tail also do not cause the effects Veldigun ooze usually does, so yes! You can pet the Veldigun! Her voice claim is The Raiden Shogun from Genshin Impact!

This is Jamie! He consumed Jamie Brown-Heathman, a mute boy around the age of 12-13. He is themed off of mimes due to his muteness, and crickets! Whenever he laughs, cries, etc, he makes chirping/chittering noises similar to that of crickets. He originally had an ability to make small invisible walls, no taller than he is and no longer than three times his width, but that was scrapped. He cannot speak, but if he could his voice claim would be Pinecone Cookie from Cookie Run: Kingdom!

And finally, this is Melotte! He consumed Matthew Melotte, a dancer/performer who performed alongside (and eventually married) Ruth Young. They were married for about 4 months before Matthew went missing, and “became” a Veldigun. Melotte, raised in a very religious city, used his angelic appearance to his advantage and created a cult-like group that spread throughout the city, eventually becoming a sort of leader. Despite how angelic he may seem, he is, at his core, a spineless coward with a god complex. He also mistreated his partner, Corvus, terribly, leading Corvus to eventually kill him for the sake of revenge. His voice claim is Dean Domino from Fallout: New Vegas!

And that concludes the main 6! I love these characters with all of my heart, and I’m so glad I got to share them with you all! <3

#veldigun #veldigun oc #doai #dreams of an insomniac #oc: ruth #oc: jamie #oc: melotte #ocs #oc lore

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asteriax63 · 30 days

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Oc introduction

Hey guys, I figured I could tell you something about my Ocs to keep you guys entertained.

Dracie:

Dracie Moguera is (my persona and Oc at the same time) an angel. She has red hair and red eyes (I can draw her and show you what she looks like). Her best friend is a furry dragon (yes, a literal dragon with fur) named Soren. He has white fur and blue eyes and he can fly like Dracie. Dracie's personality is based off of me so if you get to know me better you will know how she behaves. All I can say is; she's kind and caring but if your someone she dislikes she will actively hate on you. She's pretty stubborn and prideful, though she's shy and doesn't have much confidence. If she dislikes you she won't look at you and won't cross your path.

Soren:

Like I already said he's a white dragon with fur. (I haven't given him a lot of personality/ I kinda neglected him) Once I shipped him with Dracie (which is so weird), so I guess he once had a crush on her?? I think he tries to be cool and tries to be a badboy.

Carmilla:

Carmilla Cerona is a vampire. She lives in a mansion in the woods. She lives with 4 other people: Ruth, her best friend, Nosferatu, also her best friend, Heather, I haven't decided what relationship they have and Bernard, same thing as with Heather. She's really kind but looks very strict. She's french and has kind of a heavy accent. She has short black wavy hair and pink eyes with cat pupils?? She likes to wear black and red clothes. (I have this headcanon that she smokes sometimes)

Ruth:

She has long black wavy hair and green eyes. She likes to invent new things and always shows Carmilla her inventions. She's also a really nice person. She also loves to talk to others. She wears a red long sleeved shirt with a brown vest and she also has goggles on her head (Dracie also has goggles but since she doesn't fly often she almost never wears them).

Nosferatu:

He has greenish-greyish skin and a yellow sclera. He has long straight white hair and a beard (but like only on his chin). When I first designed him he looked ugly af but I made him pretty. He looks like he's gonna kill you but he is actually kind. He loves tea and books. (I headcanon him as a librarian (do you write it like that??)) He wears mostly black. He wears a black suit with black tie and a white shirt underneath. He's the tallest of them all. He's very calm and mostly observing. Also I sometimes ship him with Ruth.

Heather:

She has short red hair and blue eyes. She doesn't like Dracie. And she's bestie with Bernard. (Maybe I ship??) Honestly I gave her absolutely no personality. I dislike her tho.

Bernard:

I don't know why but I made him look like a winx character. Like literally he's built like one. He has orange hair and ALWAYS wears a white suit. At first he disliked Dracie but he likes her now kind of. Like with the others I gave him absolutely no personality.

I do have a lot more Ocs but I'm only gonna share these for now. Please send me some headcanons of these I need a personality for them.

#oc #my ocs #Send hcs #WHY DON'T THEY OWN A PERSONALITY????#LIKE I NEGLECT MY OCS SO MUCH HQJJQJWJW

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goodoldcharley · 1 year

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Attention: Long post (fanfiction)

Recently @businesscalamity pointed out that there aren't enough Armand Gamache fanfictions out there. That's 100% true. I decided that something had to be done about it. And while I haven't written any ffs in years, I can now proudly say "I'm back at it". What started as an idea now already turned into something bigger than I first intended, so it will take some time, especially since English isn't my native tongue. But lovely people like @gmache and @illiana-mystery who already read my first few drafts were nothing but encouraging and supportive *thank you so much*

What to expect? A mix of show and book universe, humor, food, mentor relationship, unrequited (really?) feelings, fluff, drama, intimacy (rating M I'd say) and a desperate attempt to stay as true to the characters as possible... Oh, and there is a new rookie in town (OC, who would have guessed)...

If you read this far, congratulations!

No, honestly thank you for bearing with me

Have a short excerpt from Chapter 4 to get in the mood. Comments and reblogs are welcome... Have fun...

*throwing text in and running off*

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Chapter 4 (a look back)

“You should try Gabri’s pasta, it’s delicious!”, Gamache praised. He had been talking about blueberry pancakes and croissants the last 15 minutes. It seemed he had now moved on from breakfast to lunch. Her own stomach grumbled quietly in response, reminding her that a mug of hot coffee wasn’t really a sufficient meal. Maybe she’d grab something there… if they ever made it.

Tensely she sat in the backseat, right behind Gamache, desperately holding on to his seat as Jean-Guy raced over the bumpy road. A soft ping notified them that the navigation system had finally lost the last satellite. Leaning forward to check the tiny digital map, it seemed they were driving right into the middle of nowhere. Another bump made her hit her head against Gamache’s head rest.

“Careful back there in the cheap seats…”, groaning she glared at Beauvoir who completely ignored her though, keeping his eyes on the road, staring straight forward. Rubbing her temple, she shifted back, unconsciously pulling the seat belt tighter. She begged it wasn’t far anymore. Before their boss could move on to possible dinner suggestions, Beauvoir darted in:

“Speaking of being careful, shouldn’t you warn our rookie about the crazy duck lady, Patron?”

Gamache chuckled and adjusted his glasses. They kept sliding down his nose with every pot hole the car hit. And it seemed Beauvoir was determined to hit as many as human possible.

“Lady, really?” Gamache wouldn’t particularly call Ruth Zardo a lady. Forrest-witch would probably be the very first thing that came to his mind when he thought of the old poet and her pet duck Rosa.

“Well, have to watch my language, Patron, minors present”. Beauvoir pointed behind, right at her.

A deep frown appeared upon her face. Annoyed with herself she registered that a blush crept up her cheeks, too. She hated it when Beauvoir made fun of her being a rookie. However, Gamache started to laugh and turning in his seat, he wink at her playfully. His smile and laugh were always so contagious, she couldn't help but smile, too. Her blush deepened even further. If he noticed, he didn’t comment, instead, leaning closer towards her, he lowered his voice as if he was about to hand out classified information. The only thing giving him away was the boyish twinkle in his brown eyes as he whispered:

“Whatever you do, beware of the woman… the duck is harmless…”

”Alright, Sir!”, she said in all seriousness which made his grin even wider.

“We’re there, Patron”

The car climbed the final meters to the top of the hill and came to hold. Curiously, she shifted in her seat, leaning forward between the two man, taking in the scenery in front of her for the very first time.

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#Armand Gamache #Three Pines #Fanfiction #I have no idea how to tag this #Alfred Molina

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