#Jack Maxwell oc

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doodles because I haven't drawn anything proper yet :P

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I made a bunch of little chibi heads of some of my S/Is to use for meme purposes

Look at them! The gang!! There are a couple missing that I'll get to... eventually.

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For Max & the Whitten Trio

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

Max: Perhaps unsurprisingly, his favorite animal is the dog.

Jack: His favorite animal is the ring-tailed lemur.

Benedict: His favorite animal is the snow leopard.

Thea: Her favorite animal is the sloth.

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summary: For PMAMC '24. Blackjack has the best odds of winning in any casino game. All you have to do is beat the dealer. Still, the notion doesn’t comfort Maxwell Lord. He likes to be certain. He likes to win.

rating & word count: explicit - 18+ only, minors & blank blogs get blocked! | 4.9k

content tags: takes place in the 80s, fem!OC with no physical descriptions, gambling (pls don't), alcohol and references to it, descriptions of fake gore and blood, reader smokes, references to domestic violence and abuse, smut - pegging, anal fingering, come eating, praise.

tags & notes: @amanitacowboy | I had to watch several videos on how blackjack works for this. Still don't get it.

The noise of the room bubbles up around him, the sound of slots and smell of money threatening to slosh over like a spilled drink. The colourful trill of fruit machines announcing another loser can’t penetrate Max’s focus like it was designed to. His eyes are glued to the velvet green table, watching the vested woman with a crooked smile deal out another round of cards.

Blackjack has the best odds of winning in any casino game. All you have to do is beat the dealer. Still, the notion doesn’t comfort Maxwell Lord. He likes to be certain. He likes to win.

The dealer lays out a new hand with deft fingers. A three and a queen; six and an ace; the Queen and Jack of Spades; another ace and another three. Cancel, cancel, two high cards, another cancel. He adjusts the count in his head. Minus two.

With the hand played, the woman at the end of the table with wire-framed glasses surrenders. Half of her bet returns to the pot, the other half scooped up by the dealer. The two other men at the table double down. Max bets only a few chips, swiping a hand through the front strands of his sandy brown hair.

The cards sit at minus two against the players, in favour of the dealer. As she doles out a new crop of cards, he keeps counting. A five; a ten; the Queen of Clubs; a four. The round ends at minus three.

He’s keeping track, visualizing the numbers bright and shiny at the forefront of his mind. Max counts the hits and stands as the new deck is laid out, the running count increasing to twelve over the next couple games. He bets five hundred dollars in the next game, immediately receiving an ace and the King of Spades. At this three-to-two table, he’s just won 750 dollars.

The dealer is asking if he wants to continue playing, carrying his winnings over into the next round. Max’s focus has left the table and the small mountain of chips he can call his own. His eyes are drawn to the stage at the back of the long casino hall, smoke polluting the air around the draped black curtains before they pull away.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a proud voice booms over the sound system. “Please put your hands together for…the amazing Killian Loftus!”

A platform parts within the floor of the stage, a man slowly rising from beneath on a silver plate of metal. He sports a finely pressed suit, the tails swaying as he walks a few steps away from his spot, accepting the applause he’s given. As he’s smiling at the crowd gathered near the stage, a woman struts across the shiny floor to stand next to him.

Her tights are sheer black, covering the smooth landscape of her legs and thighs up to her crotch. From there, they disappear under a silky black bunny suit that cuts high at her hips, a fanciful bow tie collar around her neck. In place of rabbit ears sits a small top hat. She waves at the audience, waggling each finger. As this woman scans over the sectioned sea of people, Maxwell swears they make eye contact from across the room.

The dealer at the blackjack table asks him if he’d like to rejoin once more. He glances back only for a moment, shaking his head with a brisk no in her direction. Max haphazardly shuffles his chips into his clear plastic rack, making sure to count every one. When he’s organized himself, he leaves the cushioned leather seat at the gambling table to join the crowd close to the stage. A seat in the back suits him just fine, the parting of heads in front of him leaving a perfect view to the magician and his beautiful assistant.

The great Killian Loftus’ first bout of magic involves slight of hand tricks performed on a murky glass orb. He shuffles it in his palm as onlookers ooh and ahh. When he seemingly extracts another, smaller glass ball from the original one and regards the audience with a look of feigned surprise, Max can’t help himself as he rolls his eyes. Observing the stage, he can see that Loftus’ assistant feels a bit of the same. She sits perched on a black stool staring at her fingernails, forgotten in the act.

It’s another ten minutes of card tricks and optical illusions before Killian announces, “And now…for my greatest trick! I will make my dazzling Bunny here disappear.”

Bunny. Can’t be her real name, but Max likes the sound of it for now. He imagines, for a brief moment, gritting out that name as she bounces on his cock. The thought has him stiffening in his slacks already.

Bunny stands from her stool, walking behind the shadowy black curtain. When she reappears, she’s wheeling a long purple coffin onto the stage. On top of the box is a saw. Bunny hands it to Loftus, who holds it up for the audience to see. At first, Max can’t tell if it’s real or fake. When Killian drags his pointer finger along one of its rigid teeth, he winces, finger coming away bloody. Definitely real.

He sucks at his finger, the blood disappearing as Bunny gets into the gaudy casket. She looks at the people in the crowd once more, the stage lights highlighting a kilowatt smile. Laying back in the box, Bunny disappears as Loftus secures a sparkling lid over top of her. Max knows that by now, his assistant will have slipped through the fake bottom of the box, crouched at the bottom of the curtained cart that the coffin traveled in on.

Loftus asks, “Now, you’re in there for certain Bunny?”

The audience can only hear muffled speech from inside the box.

“How ‘bout you just knock for us, sweetheart?” the magician asks. The pure condescension in his tone makes Max’s blood boil in the slightest. Even if it’s an act, where does a guy like that get off on acting so…lordly.

It’s not his job to save her, Max knows this. He is simply here to watch. And watch he does.

A knock is heard from inside the box, confirming to the audience that Bunny is still with us. That’s when Killian takes the saw, setting it right in the middle of the coffin. He begins to cut into the wood, sweat beading at his retreating hairline between the exertion and the stage lights.

“Folks, you are about to watch me tear this sweet girl apart,” he says. Max doesn’t miss the innuendo, huffing under his breath. “And then! I will put her right back together.”

The saw moves further and further through the coffin, eventually reaching whereabouts Bunny’s body would lay. As Loftus continues to saw, a tearing sound accompanies the grating noise of splitting wood. Killian’s brow pinches in confusion, his hand slowing but not stopping. As he cuts deeper, red liquid trickles down the front side of the cedar box. That trickle grows to a stream, crimson pouring from the coffin as the rip of something softer grows louder.

Members of the crowd begin to stand, cries and shouts for Loftus to stop erupting from their seats.

“If you’ll all just give me a moment here…” he says with a grunt. Finally, he cuts through the last inch of the coffin. When he lays the saw down on the floor of the stage, it smeared in what can only be blood. It slides out of the box easily, pooling by the magician’s spiffy dress shoes. “Everyone calm down,” Killian says. “There’s nothing to worry about. See?”

As he asks the question, he pulls apart the two halves of the coffin. Inside, what looks to be the corpse of Bunny has been split into two parts. Her guts are spilled between the two halves like webbing, slopping onto the floor as Killian Loftus pulls her large intestine taut. A woman in the crowd screams, the rest of them tittering nervously. A man in the front row hurls onto the wine-stained carpet. Max’s own stomach roils at the sight. He covers his mouth and looks away.

That’s when he spots her. The assistant—Bunny, or whatever her real name is. Distinctly not sawed in half, waltzing away in her towering heels; she slips between poker tables, dodging players left and right. Wherever she’s going, she is in a hurry. Max can’t help himself, standing to follow. He gets one last look at the stage. Two security guards have a hold on each of Loftus’ arms, holding him still as a third whips out metal cuffs from his utility belt. For all they know, he’s just committed live murder.

The air outside the casino is cool against Maxwell’s skin. He catches his breath, taking in lungfuls at a time as he glances around the sidewalk bathed in neon lights. The hustle and bustle of foot traffic nudges him back closer to the doors, chips still safe against his ribs. The smell of tobacco invades his nose. Max looks to his left, and there she is. Still in her bunny suit, the mysterious woman pulls a cigarette from her lips to look at him. She flashes him her smile again, blindingly beautiful.

“Out here by yourself, handsome?” she asks, taking another drag.

“I was looking for you,” Max admits.

“Weren’t too amused by my little stunt, huh?”

“I thought it was brilliant.”

“Brilliant?” the woman asks, eyebrows raising with the word. She seems to take a moment to mull that over—mull him over, before she says, “Well thanks.”

“Of course,” Max returns.

Then she says, “You know, you’re pretty brilliant yourself. I saw you at the blackjack table.”

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” he smiles.

“Your lips twitch every time the there’s a cancel. A draw,” the magician’s assistant says. “It’s your tell.”

Maxwell didn’t think he had one. He’s surprised it’s taken this long for anyone to notice. If she has, that means she’s been watching him a lot longer than their shared look at the start of the show.

“And what’s yours?” he asks, taking a bold step closer. By now, the cigarette has burned down to the filter. Bunny lets it fall to the cement, crushing it under the toe box of her heel.

“What if I said I don’t have one?” she asks, voice low and sultry. She smells like cigarettes and spearmint.

“Everyone has a tell,” Maxwell says.

Her lips are so close to his now. He can see the microscopic specks of glitter in her gloss as she speaks, barely a whisper.

“I guess you’ll just have to find mine.”

Right when Max moves in for a kiss, she pulls away.

“But first,” Bunny says. “I need a favour.”

“Anything,” he says instantly. A dog on a leash.

She pulls a scrap of paper from her bra, taking a hold of Max’s hand and folding it into his palm. He relishes in its warmth, cock stirring once again as he thinks about what this paper has touched. He wants to hold her, caress every part of her beautiful body.

“You need to get into this room. It’s reserved for Loftus. Under the bed, there’s a briefcase. Bring it to me.”

“Where can I find you?” he asks.

She simply says, “You’ll find me, baby.”

The magician’s assistant walks away with a sway in her hips. Max is mesmerized by her ass in that outfit, watching ‘til she disappears around the corner. He almost goes after her, stopping himself. He schools his desperation into determination. Retrieve a briefcase? Max can surely manage that. He looks at the address scribbled down on the paper. Just south of here, a little ways up Las Vegas Boulevard.

First, he returns to the casino to cash out his chips. 750 dollars richer, he exits the building once again to join the people on the street. Walking down the long strip, he keeps an eye out for the place he’s looking for. The hotels and casinos tower over him and everyone else, overwhelming in their grand stature. Lights of all colours bathe different sections of his vision; everything highlighted, all of it begging for his attention and the opening of his wallet.

Max reaches the address on the piece of paper, staring up at the MGM Grand. Across the street from replica Lady Liberty, this has to be the largest building in mass size that he’s ever seen. The glass structure seems to glow, alternating black and wizard green stripes lining its entirety. He doesn’t take too long to gawk, ducking his head and moving toward the entrance. 

Through the abstract front doors, marble flooring slides beneath his feet. The lobby is dotted with hundreds of pot lights. In the middle of everything is a branded flower garden. From this distance, Max can’t tell if the plants are real or fake. All he can focus on is the life-sized golden lion statue sitting among them on a pedestal. A spotlight filters down on the creature from the divoted, sparkling ceiling.

It is purely overwhelming. All of it makes his eyes hurt. Maxwell simultaneously wants it all, and wishes everything would disappear.

The slip of paper has details for the penthouse on the thirtieth floor. Maxwell beelines for the elevator, getting on alone. The doors creep closed in front of him as he scans over the buttons panel. Twenty-nine glowing circles wait for him. Number thirty has a hole next to it, the light behind it dead. Running a thumb over it, he can tell that it’s fit for a key. The elevator doesn’t move, the doors opening again moments later. Max walks back into the lobby, eyes darting around as he forms a plan.

He’s a smart man. Quick-thinking; had to be growing up, having only mere moments to make decisions before his father burst into one of his unpredictable rages. His heart would pound, lungs floating without air in his chest as he got to work with his rational brain. The part of him that pointed out the best hiding spots under the bed or in his mom’s closet, or when was a good time to ditch the house for a few hours entirely.

That same part of his mind starts working again now, taking in his surroundings instead of fighting them, positing the best solution. Max takes a deep breath, reorganizing himself. He can do this. He starts walking to the lobby desk, leaning into a bit of Mick Jagger swagger. When he reaches the counter, he spreads his hands over the edge of it, the ring on his finger catching the light.

“Sweetheart,” Max begins, imitating Killian Loftus’ grating persona. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I can’t seem to find my key.”

“I’m sorry, sir. Can I have your name and room number?” the woman behind the desk asks. Her hair is tightly crimped, blonde ends singed with heat damage. Max gives her a smirk, informing her of the booking under Loftus’ name for the uppermost suite.

“Alright sir,” she says, looking through pages in a guest book. “I’ll just need to see some identification and we will be right on our way.”

Shit. These goddamn hotels are moving towards hokey technology, getting rid of guestbooks and good old metal keys. Maxwell weathered the thin skin of his lip, pivoting his strategy. Reaching into his inner jacket pocket, he pulled out a few bills from his gambling winnings.

“How much to overlook that little requirement?” Max asks.

“Four hundred dollars,” the woman says immediately.

Max blinks at her, turning away for only a moment. All of this for one woman? One woman whom he barely knows, who’s really promised him nothing. But her beautiful face, that tantalizing smile… Fuck.

He turns back to the hotel attendant, skimming through the crisp cotton bills with his thumb to count out four hundred dollars. Max hands it to her over the counter. She discreetly tucks it into the breast pocket of her blazer, padded shoulders straightening up with pride. The attendant then hands Max a key, the metal ring dangling off her finger. He takes it from her, walking away as he unruffles his feathers.

Max returns to the elevator. The doors are about to close when a pale hand jams itself between them. They slip open again, a blonde couple glommed onto each other at the mouth joining him. Maxwell moves over in the compartment, giving them as much space as possible. The ride up feels impossibly long, the sounds of their lips pressing together making it entirely agonizing. They finally get off at the twenty-fifth floor, tumbling down the left side of the hallway to their room.

When he puts the key into the hole next to the thirtieth floor, the button lights up for him. Max presses it, loosening his tie a little as he ascends to the penthouse. The doors open with a slight ding! Setting foot into the luxury suite, he takes his time to look around. The latest and greatest model appliances deck out the kitchenette, the couch as plush as chinchilla fur. He takes his shoes and socks off, digging his toes into the soft shag carpet. Max could get used to this.

He remembers what he truly came here for like a jolt of electricity, scrambling to slide his Farragamo loafers back on, socks in hand. The briefcase. Right. Under the bed, she’d said.

Max quits milling about, looking for the bedroom among so many parlors and rooms. He finally finds it at the very back of the penthouse. He only has a moment to graze a palm over the fine linen sheets before he drops to his knees. Underneath the bed frame lies exactly what he’s looking for: the aforementioned briefcase.

Sliding it out from under the bed, Max stays kneeling on the carpet as he stares at it. He could open it, take a peek inside. Just to look, he tells himself. Anything could be in there. Money, diamonds, jewels…the thought gets him hard again. So does the promise of seeing her. He could give in to greed…or give in to her.

Really, it’s an easy choice to make.

You wait for the mystery man alone at the casino’s bar. If he has any sense, he’ll find you here. Or, you figure, he could take off with the briefcase. He’s probably opened it by now, already seen its tempting contents. You’d say that you are pissed, but you can’t really blame him.

It’s been almost an hour; a lot longer than you’d expect for a simple smash and grab. There wasn’t even the instruction to smash. No need for breaking added to this entering. No, the beautiful card counter with the light brown hair is long gone. Go figure.

“Bartender,” you signal him over, two fingers in the air. When the man shuffles to you with a towel over his shoulder, you say, “I’ll take another martini. Extra dirty this time.”

“You know, they say that dogs look like their owners,” you hear someone speak behind you. Turning slightly, you see the man from earlier—with the luscious locks and fleeting eyes, this time carrying a briefcase. The briefcase. He’s come back to you after all.

“So?” you ask. “Are you calling me a dog?”

“No, no, no,” he rushes out, immediately sitting down beside you. You like that. He’s quick to worry, easy to rile up. He seems to want you happy; to keep you pleased. “I was going to ask if the lady is like her drink.” He waits until the bartender sets the skinny glass in front of you. “Extra dirty.”

“Well, you’ve brought me what I asked for,” you say. “So that all depends on what you want…” You’re only now realizing that you don’t know this man’s name.

“Maxwell,” he offers you a hand. “Maxwell Lord.” You shake it carefully. His palms are a little sweaty. He sets the briefcase down on the bar with his other hand, eyes never leaving you.

“That’s a nice name. Maxwell Lord,” you say, testing it out on your tongue. He smiles as you say it.

“I assume your true name isn’t Bunny,” he says.

“You’ll be lucky enough to find out.” You take a sip of your drink, watching him watch you. “Y’know, I thought that you would stiff me.”

“You? Never,” Maxwell says. “I know it would haunt me for all of my days.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re too beautiful.”

That’s it. You need to see this man naked as soon as possible.

“You’re sweet,” you coo. Downing the rest of your drink in one go, you plop a few bills down on the sticky bar to cover your tab. Taking the briefcase by the handle, you offer him your other hand. “Shall we?”

“Absolutely, yes,” Maxwell nods.

You drag him through the casino, this time to a separate lobby attaching two buildings. Of course there’s a casino, bar, and hotel. One stop shopping for the tax break-wealthy drunkard with too much cash to blow. “Trickle down” your ass.

Your room on the fifth floor isn’t nearly as fancy as Killian’s at the Grand, but it’s cozy with a nice bed. That’s all the two of you need. Max doesn’t even try to take control—another thing you like. He’s a puppet and you’ve gathered his strings, pushing him back so he falls to the springy mattress.

“Okay, honey,” you say, kicking your heels off. You climb into his lap on the bed, settling over a distinct bulge in his pants. “You’re going to tell me what you want. I’ll make sure you feel real good. Okay?”

“Mhm,” Max nods. Your lips slide along his neck, leaving lipstick marks in your wake. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispers.

You pause, drawing yourself back to look in his eyes. He’s dead serious, face lax as he gazes upon you like you’re holding up the world. “You want me to fuck you?” you repeat.

“Please.” The word comes out all breathy, almost a whine drawn from Maxwell’s throat. How can you refuse him?

“Alright, baby.”

You pinch his cheek teasingly, getting off of him in search of your luggage. In the meantime, you tell him to strip. Behind you, Max starts to unbutton his shirt, discarding his baby blue suit jacket. You listen to him get undressed as you pull your suitcase up from underneath the hotel bed.

Unzipping the bag, you dig past your satiny outfits to the hidden compartment beneath your underwear. Finding what you need, you place the toy, harness, and small bottle of lubricant on the bed’s comforter. You can hear Maxwell pause as he shimmies out of his pants. When you see him again, his eyes are transfixed on the spread you have laid out.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask.

He returns to shedding his pants, then his calf-high cotton socks.

When he says, “Nothing. Nothing at all,” you cock your head, blinking at him.

“You can tell me,” you say, getting closer. Your hands brush over his bare shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Looks like a lot,” he says, eyeing the toy again.

“You can take it,” you say. “Everything is going to be just fine.”

He’s right; it is a lot. Eight solid inches of bendy silicone, all for him. You direct him onto the bed again, laying with his spine against the mattress. Max watches as you attach the thick toy to the leather harness with a metal O-ring. Then, you slip it on like a pair of panties, adjusting the buckles at your sides. Once you settle over him, you take his cock in your hand. Slow beginning strokes have Maxwell sighing against you as you kiss him.

“You were so good, Maxwell. Did a great  job,” you say, sitting up.

“Y-you think so?” he asks, voice uneven.

“I know so.”

Spit runs past your lips down to where you hold him. It slides over the swollen tip of his length, down between the skin of your fingers. You ease him into slightly faster strokes, watching the way his eyes flutter with every movement. You wish you’d packed a camera for this outing to capture it permanently.

When you pull your hand away, Maxwell groans. Laid flat on the bed, you get a hold on one of his thighs, lifting it to his chest.

“Hand me that bottle, baby.”

Fumbling with the linens for a moment, Max gets a grip on the lube and hands it to you. The cap opens easily, a quick snap that brings Maxwell’s focus to your still-wet hand. He watches as a dollop of the clear gel falls to the middle of your palm. You fold your hand, spreading lubricant across the pads of your middle and pointer fingers.

You lean down towards him, tongue flat as you lick across his lips. Max moves his arms around you, hugging your body close to capture you in a sweet kiss. Tongue moving against yours, you guide your hand to his bottom half.

“You ready, honey?” you ask him.

He nods, kissing you again. You meet his tight rim with light touches, feeling Maxwell contract at the contact. As you ease a finger in slowly, he breaks away from your lips. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he practically purrs against your skin. Pushing deeper, his breath catches.

“That’s it, Maxwell. Feels good, doesn’t it?” you ask.

“Yes, it’s—oh god.”

“My clever boy… So good at doing what I tell you to, huh?”

“I want you to be—be happy. Content. So beautiful, I can’t…” Max rambles on.

You shush him gently, stroking the side of his face with your free hand. “Don’t worry honey. I know.”

Adding a second finger earns you a deep moan from the man beneath you. He’s being pulled in all directions, pleasure tearing him apart. His broad shoulders relax further into the bed, golden skin glowing with natural light. He is a truly alluring man. That’s why he caught your eye in the first place: someone so radiant amid the dim atmosphere of a Vegas casino. 

Killian was a terrible business partner, cutting you only thirty percent of the money from any given con job you worked together. He was another seedy character in a town chock full of them. Eyeing Maxwell at that blackjack table, you saw an opportunity for something new. Someone new. Spiffy and sparkling, your very own Ken doll fresh from the packaging.

“You think you’re ready, gorgeous?” you ask, tone sweet as sugar.

“Always ready,” Maxwell answers.

His chest heaves with each pull of air into his lungs, anticipation keeping you both on edge. He watches you slather the dildo in a thick coating of lube, sliding it against Max’s balls. Then you notch the toy at the crux of his ass, head pressed against his hole. Inching slowly forward, you can’t choose between focusing on his pretty face or his ass swallowing the length of you.

“How does that feel?”

“Fantastic,” Maxwell sighs.

He takes half at first, speared open on the dildo as he measures his breathing. Max is flushed from his forehead to his cock, perspiration littering his body as precum drips from his swollen tip. You take him in hand again, stroking at soft skin in tandem with your thrusts. Small, stuttering gasps and groans fill the air as Maxwell holds you close, feeling almost every inch.

“You like my cock, honey?” you ask. “You’re so special. So, so special. A sweet boy that that takes my cock all nice…takes what I give him.”

You slow your movements to more languid pulses, barely leaving him as you rock forward.

“Fuck,” Max moans. “Please.”

“Oh, he likes that, huh?” You watch as Max’s hole swallows the rest of your lubed cock easily, hips flush with the backs of his thighs. “Greedy little boy. All eager to get fucked by me. I think you’d do anything for it.”

“Anything,” he agrees.

“Maybe next time, I’ll get you to beg.” Max moans again, holding your hips to press you deeper. “You want to kneel for me, honey? Get down on your knees all pretty for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Maxwell whispers in a chant.

“Think my pretty boy could get off just like that? On his knees, rubbing against the edge of my heel?”

“Please,” he begs you.

Your lips quirk into a smile as you watch him writhe beneath you. One word turns to a string of pleading, though you aren’t quite sure that Maxwell knows what he’s asking for. You speed up your thrusts and your hand. His eyes slip closed as he focuses on every sensation you’re giving him, hedging closer to that high just out of reach.

Leaning down over him, you catch him in a messy kiss. “Come on, baby. You can do it. Come for me.”

Maxwell heeds your words, tensing before his whole body relaxes at once. He paints the insides of his thighs and your belly with a groan, twitching with each aftershock. Dragging a finger through the mess on your skin, you collect some of his spend and push it past his lips, feeding it to him. Max suckles at your finger, tasting himself. He smiles when you take your hand back, dragging at his bottom lip.

You pull out of him slowly, discarding the harness and strap to lay down with him. Maxwell turns to face you, nose pressed to your collarbone. Idly petting his hair has him kissing your skin. Basking in the moment, you let something like bliss wash over you.

“So what do you say?” you ask eventually. “Partners?”

“Partners,” Maxwell agrees.

And that’s that.

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Ernest Shelley

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“No matter what happens…

I swear my heart to you, Wife.”

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— Ernest Shelley

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General Information

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Full Name — Ernest Adam Shelley

↳ Ernest: Derived from the old high German Ernust, meaning “serious, earnest”. It happens to be the name of Victor Frankenstein's younger brother, Ernest Frankenstein.

↳ Adam: The Hebrew word for “Man”. In the Genesis in the Old testament, Adam was made from the earth by God, said to supposedly be the first human; Adam is also the official name of “Frankenstein’s Monster”.

↳ Shelley: Derived from an English surname that originally derived from a place name meaning, “clearing on a bank” in Old English; The most famous bearers of this surname were Percy Bysshe Shelley, and his wife, Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein.

Japanese ver. — エルネスト アダム シェリー

Romaji ver. — Erunesto Adamu Sherī

Twisted from: The Creature

❐ — The Creature (Lisa Frankenstein/リサ・フランケンシュタイン)

V/A(日本語): Hidenobu Kiuchi (木内 秀信)

↳ voices Victor Van Dort, Corpse Bride

V/A(英語/EN): Chris Sarandon

↳ voices Jack Skellington, The Nightmare before Christmas

Age: 19 (Biologically), ??? (Chronologically)

Birthday: February 14th

Horoscope: Aquarius ♒

Species: Human, Reanimated Corpse

Height: 186 cm

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Sea Green

Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/They

Sexuality: Demiromantic

Dominant hand: Right

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Extra Information

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Homeland: The Queendom of Roses

『 Family:

Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’ Shelley — “Wife”

William — Older brother †

Viktor — Second older brother †

Lizabeta — Sister-in-law † 』

Dormitory: Terrovania (@terrovaniadorm / @hallowed-delights )

School Year: 3rd

Class: 3-B (seat no. 31)

Club: Literature Club

Best class(es): Music, Literature

Worst class(es): Alchemy, all things scientific

Like(s): Lizzie, piano, sheet music, waltzing, late night walks, dressing up, poetry, writing, calligraphy, axes /j

Dislike(s): Not being around Lizzie, losing a limb, not being able to speak, “electronic devices”, being talked behind his back, Lizzie's stepmother, Lizzie getting hurt, badly written poetry, Rook /j, memories of his parents, literally anything involving the sciences

Hobbies: Tanning /j, pianoforte, writing sheet music, poetry writing/reading, late night walks, late night dancing

Talent(s): Pianoforte, literature, writing sheet music, waltzing, (ax murdering)

Flaw(s): Codependent, overprotective, judgmental, “over emotional”, old fashioned (to some degree)

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Personality

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Ernest is a man of his word. Whatever promises he's made to the people in his life, he'll go take that promise to the grave; for that is how he expresses his loyalty to those he loves and cares for.

He has a very expressive face, many people have noted. Though he cannot verbalize his thoughts now, he can convey them through the means of physical emotion.

Though very, very quiet in ways other than his… lack of a voice, Ernest is quite passionate once you get to know him! He finds great passion in what he's good at, and is easily flustered by those — Lizzie, especially — who compliment him for his talents.

It's best to not get ahead of oneself with Ernest, however. He's actually rather sensitive, over-emotional to such a degree that he can't help but shed a few acid tears every now and then; and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to maintain control of them.

He loves and cares wholly, wholeheartedly; and those who dare hurt the people he loves shall meet the inevitable consequences. Ernest's devotion to those he loves knows no bounds, and he isn't afraid of taking certain measures to ensure their safety.

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Unique Magic: 『 Strange… it is unlisted 』

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Thoughts on them

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— Maxwell Murray, Ernest's housewarden (Oc by @/terrovaniadorm)

“Peculiar, that he is… oh how I desire to run a test or two on his autonomy… alas, that is not possible. For now.”

— Walton Morrigan, Ernest's dorm mate

“Oh Ernest! He’s… alright! Truth be told.... I knew him before. I was to be engaged to him. He was pleasant but we were only following our parents’ wishes. We came to the conclusion we were incompatible and the marriage fell through. I wonder if he remembers… I’m glad to see him happy.”

— Lilith Winchester, Ernest's dorm mate (Oc by @/starry-night-rose)

“Ernest… How do I even begin? I’ve always felt drawn to him, ever since I saw that bust of him on top of his grave. He was a real piece of work back then, missing an ear, a hand, you know that sort of stuff. He’s a really emotional guy and I relate to that. He let me be myself around him, something I wasn’t able to do for a long time. He’s been there for me for my highs and lows. I think… I think I love him.”

— Elizabeth “Lizzie” Shelley, Ernest's ‘wife’ (Oc by @starry-night-rose)

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Additional Trivia

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✑ Main Theme: The Finale/“We’re simply meant to be” from The Nightmare before Christmas

✑ Backstory: 『 Unnamed Gentleman 』

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ• 　。·　『✞』

✞ Ernest doesn't remember his name. He likely would have remembered it, had it not been for his unnamed grave.

✞ He, also, doesn't remember his birthday! Lizzie was the one to declare his “new birthday” to be Valentine's Day.

✞ Due to his… predicament, Ernest is unable to verbally communicate; he compromises by communicating with Lizzie with disgruntled grunting, sign language, and writing things down on paper, or on her hand.

✞ Incredibly protective of Lizzie. She gets a papercut and he's treating it like she got stabbed in the abdomen and is taking action in making sure she gets better!

✞ Never quite had a good relationship with his parents… or his brothers.. or just his family, in general; he was — at least — on agreeable terms with his sister-in-law.

✞ While he isn't bad with technology, Ernest doesn't like using it all that much; the most you'll see of him ‘typing’ is him using a typewriter Lizzie got for him.

✞ Almost every single one of Ernest's poems, writings, even the titles of his musical pieces, are dedicated to Lizzie.

✞ A ride or die kind of friend. In Lizzie's case, he's a ride or die “husband”. Oh, she committed a murder? God forbid, women do anything!

✞ Surprisingly feminist for someone born in the 1800s!... He can't help but still have some old fashioned views that he needs to unlearn, however. Fortunately, Lizzie's there to help him along the way.

✞ His face is comically expressive. Anything Rook says that sounds like an attempt at poetry, Ernest's face contorts to making him look like he just developed an aneurysm.

↳ Safe for certain, Ernest really doesn't like Rook 😭

✞ Ernest finds it incredibly reassuring that Lizzie doesn't care that he isn't all that scientific of a man. It was something he was deeply insecure about when he was still alive, something he was ashamed of— and he felt himself fall in love with her even more for her acceptance of him.

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Appearance

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Ernest's Tags

#ernest shelley • #『 ernest 🪓 』 • #『 the shelley couple 🪓 』

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twistedwonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst fandorm #fandorm oc #terrovania #terrovania oc #ernest shelley #『 ernest 🪓 』 #lizzie shelley #『 the shelley couple 🪓 』 #lisa frankenstein #mutuals <3 #mutuals' ocs #friends' ocs

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - Dec 31-Jan 6, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA | 🌟= Holidays 2023

ACROSS THE VOID

Sol x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

AMERICAS MOST ELIGIBLE

I Wasn't Built for Iceland ✒️| Carson Stewart x MC - @peonyblossom

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Complete BOLAS List - Week of Dec. 31-Jan. 6

BLOODBOUND

Kamilah Sayeed x F!MC Fanart 🎨🌟 by @bayleedraws-sometimesx

Think of how easy it would be … 🎨| Adrian Raines, Gaius Augustine - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

CRIMES OF PASSION

Complete CoP List - Week of Dec. 31 -Jan. 6

THE CURSED HEART

Jack Fanart 🎨| by @chersonesse

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Elementalists MC Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz

Shreya Mistry Fanart 🎨by @ayayapap

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Breakfast Roast ✒️🏳️‍🌈| m!Cas x m!Gabriel x NB!MC - @aria-ashryver

Immortal Desires Fanart ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | m!Cas x m!Gabriel x NB!MC - @aria-ashryver

IT LIVES SERIES

Noah Marshall x M!MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @errajay

Parker Shaw x MC Fanart 🎨by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for @aallotarenunelma

Snowed in at the Cabin ✒️🏳️‍🌈🌟| Lincoln McQuoid x NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Happy New Year from McGraw Byrne 🎨🌟| Gabe Ricci, Aislinn Tanaka, MC, etc. by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

NIGHTBOUND

NB F!MC Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @ladylamrian

What Comes After ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @infactnoimmasitinthemiddle

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart List - Week of Dec. 31 - Jan. 6

RED CARPET DIARIES

Happy New Year! ✒️🎨| Thomas Hunt x F!OC art by @/artbyainna (IG) fic by @theartoflovingthomashunt

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

The Best Mistake He Never Had (Series) ✒️| Drake Walker x MC - @camillemontespan Part Four

Traditions ✒️🌟| Liam Rys x MC - @bebepac

Unexpected (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️ | Liam Rys x MC, Maxwell Beaumont x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 10: The Truth Comes Out Chapter 11: Let's Be Happy

What's Already Mine ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @ao719

CROSSOVERS

Bloodbound / Immortal Desires

Adrian Raines, Gabriela Adalhard Fan Art 🎨 by @hydn-jpg (C: @gaiuskamilah)

Multiple PB Choices Stories

Twin Heist ✒️Ⓜ️| Multiple Characters - @whatinthehale17

#choices fanfic #choices fanart #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #playchoices fanart #choices stories you play #across the void #america's most eligible #the cursed heart #the elementalists #immortal desires #it lives #laws of attraction #nightbound #red carpet diaries #the royal romance #bloodbound #blades of light and shadow #open heart #crimes of passion #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #cfwc art of the week

[ghostofaboy]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Day One - Sex Toys - Frankie Morales (735 words)

Day Two - Sexual Frustration - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels (640 words)

Day Three - Handjob - Javier Peña (599 words)

Day Four - Human Urinal - Maxwell Lord (682 words)

Day Five - Face-fucking - Din Djarin (517 words)

Day Six - Medical Torture - Marcus Moreno (1537 words)

Day Seven - Anonymous Sex - Marcus Pike/Dave York (862 words)

Day Eight - Sexual Competition - Frankie Morales & Benny Miller (734 words)

Day Nine - Camming - Ezra (524 words)

Day Ten - Anal Sex - Javier Peña (1106 words)

Day Eleven - Exhibitionism - Maxwell Lord (957 words)

Day Twelve - Lingerie - Marcus Pike/Dave York (470 words)

Day Thirteen - Triple Penetration - Frankie Morales (971 words)

Day Fourteen - Abduction/Kidnapping - Marcus Moreno (1320 words)

Day Fifteen - Spanking - Pero Tovar/William Garin (804 words)

Day Sixteen - Movement Restriction - Dave York/GN!Reader (559 words)

Day Seventeen - Blow Job - Frankie Morales/Jack Daniels (1153 words)

Day Eighteen - Power Bottom - Dieter Bravo/M!Reader (779 words)

Day Nineteen - Biting/Scratching - Marcus Pike/Javier Peña (836 words)

Day Twenty - Uniform - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels (1428 words)

Day Twenty One - Masturbation - Din Djarin (900 words)

Day Twenty Two - Spiritual Possession - Marcus Pike/Pero Tovar (1139 words)

Day Twenty Three - Fancy Dress - Tim Rockford/The Thief (1064 words)

Day Twenty Four - Oral Training - Frankie Morales/Benny Miller (575 words)

Day Twenty Five - Leather - Jack Daniels/M!Reader (880 words)

Day Twenty Six - Tentacles - Din Djarin (1445 words)

Day Twenty Seven - Group Sex - Jack/Frankie/Dave/Marcus P (1253 words)

Day Twenty Eight - Aphrodisiacs - Pero Tovar (1039 words)

Day Twenty Nine - Coercion/Blackmail - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels (1240 words) *Angst and Non-Con warning*

Day Thirty - Gape/Fisting - Frankie Morales/Benny Miller (1089 words)

Day Thirty One - Public Sex - Frankie Morales/3 Male OCs (1846 words)

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #ghost of a boy kinktober masterlist

[hoplessartist]

Bit of an old one but i felt nostalgic about them

A couple of game of thrones ocs i came up with some years ago.

Lord Jackar "Jack" Maxwell of Widow's Watch, called "The Guard Dog "

and Valentine Flowers, lovingly addressed as "The Emerald of the Reach" of "The nightingale of Red Lake"

Jack is part of a minor house from the north, his house is a branch of the Stark family (Yes i made up a house, bite me), the crest on top is his family crest. His family holds the strongest fleet in the east side of the north, rivaling with the Grayjoys. He is a fearsome captain known to be able to sail through any storm. A man of solid honor, with a good head on his shoulders and a rare smile on his lips. And quite the fighter with his sword " Storm bringer". By the age of 30 and 2 he was the most feared hunter of pirates and raiders in all westeros.

Valentine is instead, a bastard of house Crane of Red Lake, she was born with a lame leg, a clever mind and an impressive imagination and talent for music. She is considered to be one of the most influential bards of her time, by the age of 20 every hall wanted to invite the artist to delight them with plays and songs and melodies, as entertainment for grand occasions.

Timeline wise they should have existed around the time before Robert's Rebellion.

#game of thrones #game of thrones oc #house of the dragon #got oc #hotd #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #robert's rebellion

[ourwrittenstories]

-OC's- (Female) Inessa "Nessy" (Candice King) Samira "Sam" (Violet Myers/ Alexa Demie) Cassia "Cass" (Jane Levy???) Isadora "Izzy" (Emma Kotos) Leora "Leo" (Daisy Ridley) Ascella "Ella" (Lily James) Charlotte "Charlie" (Hailee Steinfeld) Ryann (Gabriel Epstein) Mimi (Olivia Rodrigo) Tien (Cindy Tran) Jacqueline "Jack" (Madelyn Cline) Tiegan "Tee" (Zoey Deutch) Poppy (Sabrina Carpenter) Laleh (Eiza Gonzalez) Naga (Male) Syrian (Oliver Jackson-Cohen) Carlyle "Lyle" (Adam Driver) Edrian "Ed" "Eddy" (Riz Ahmed) Maxwell "Max" (Tyler Hoechlin) Esben "Benny" (Thomas Brodie-Sangster) Isaac "Pitch" (Aaron Taylor Johnson) ~Canon~ (Female) Wanda Maximoff- Marvel Kate Bishop- Marvel Honestly not that many, but if you think I'd write someone well let me know! (Male) Peter Parker (Tom Holland)- Marvel Stiles Stilinski- Teen Wolf Peter Hale- Teen Wolf Chris Argent- Teen Wolf Let me know if there's any canon men you'd think I'd write well too <3

#self promo #muse list #tbe;;; #ooc;; mun is a whiny bitch

[minicorruptprogram]

I realized that i NEVER made an Intro, so here we go!

General Knowledge About Me:

Name: Kai/Mini

Age: 18

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Transmasc (He/They)

Neurodivergent (Autism and ADHD)

Fandoms/Special Interests:

TSP

Splatoon

Animal Crossing

Vocal Synths (Vocaloid, UTAU, SynthV, etc.)

Miitopia

Favorite Characters:

The Narrator (TSP)

The Curator (TSP)

Employee 432/Timekeeper (TSP)

Lolly (Animal Crossing)

Sasha (Animal Crossing)

Shino (Animal Crossing)

Pippy (Animal Crossing)

Chevre (Animal Crossing)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

Mable, Label, and Sable (Animal Crossing)

Callie (Splatoon)

Marie (Splatoon)

Pearl (Splatoon)

Marina (Splatoon)

Shiver (Splatoon)

Frye (Splatoon)

Big Man (Splatoon)

Agent 4 (Splatoon)

Agent 8 (Splatoon)

Lil Judd (Splatoon)

Harmony (Splatoon)

Kagamine Rin/Len (Vocaloid)

MEIKO (Vocaloid)

Megpoid Gumi (Vocaloid)

vflower (Vocaloid)

YOHIOloid (Vocaloid)

Meika Hime/Mikoto (Vocaloid)

Oliver (Vocaloid)

Utatane Piko (Vocaloid)

Nekomura Iroha (Vocaloid)

Hiyama Kiyoteru (Vocaloid)

LUMI (Vocaloid)

Otomachi Una (Vocaloid)

Rana (Vocaloid)

Yuzuki Yukari (Vocaloid)

Kasane Teto (UTAU)

Defoko/Utane Uta (UTAU)

Momone Momo (UTAU)

Akiyama Daichi (UTAU)

Akagane Karou (UTAU)

Gekiyaku (UTAU)

Kazehiki (UTAU)

Yokune Ruko (UTAU)

Solaria (SynthV)

Asterian (SynthV)

Favorite Music Producers/Bands:

GHOST (and Pals)

R.I.P

Vane

CircusP

Crusher

Creep-P

MARINA

MARETU

DECO*27

HACHI

Giga

KIRA

Pinocchio-P

Kikuo

Halestorm

Bring Me The Horizon

Bo Burnham

Kairiki Bear

The Living Tombstone

Neru

Paramore

YOASOBI

My OCs:

Hana Sakuyoka (AKA CUSL-01: Hana)

Maxwell Sakuyoka (AKA CUSL-02: Maxwell)

Songbird Sakuyoka (AKA CUSL-03: Songbird)

Hitomi Sakuyoka

Fukoya Sakuyoka

Stephanie Sakuyoka

Theodore Sakuyoka

Samantha Sakuyoka

Fredrick Sakuyoka

Hunter Sakuyoka

Richard Sakuyoka

Hydra Sakuyoka

Cassiopia Sakuyoka

Orion Betelgeuse

Ophiuchus Betelgeuse

Casanova Betelgeuse

Ara Betelgeuse

Aquila Betelgeuse

Aries Arietis

Carina Canopus

Capricorn Canopus

Caelum Canopus

Mari Everblossom

Crystal Thomaswell

Kizuku Moji/Moja

Chrysallis Insecta

Mokuka Insecta

Jack Admoira

Evelynn (Eva) Moore

Dave (David) Moore

Maguro Minami

Trixie Lumeira

Sagittarius Australis

Leo Regulus

Other places you can contact me:

Discord: @minicorruptprogram

Email: [email protected]

If you wanna play ACNH or Splatoon with me:

Switch Friend Code: SW-4808-9984-2284

Commissions:

RULES:

NO CREEPS. NO PEDOS, NO MAPS, NO WHATEVER YOU CALL YOURSELVES. GET THE FUCK OUT.

NO HOMOPHOBES, TRANSPHOBES, TERFS, ZIONISTS, PROSHIPPERS, XENOPHOBES, OR BIGOTS/NASTY PEOPLE IN GENERAL. YOU GET THE FUCK OUT TOO.

NO NSFW. Some of my friends are MINORS, and I don't want anyone to feel unsafe.

Please stay away if you are under 13. My content can sometimes have swearing, violence, death, gore, or mentions of mental health issues. These can be triggering/traumatizing subjects for some, and I don't want anyone too young being exposed to that.

Be RESPECTFUL to Me, My Friends, and Our Boundaries.

NO HATEFUL SPEECH. SHOO.

No Spam. Spam is Annoying, and I don't have time to deal with that shit.

If you don't like my content, you don't have to look at it, just leave or quietly block me.

Treat Me and My Friends as you would like to be Treated. If you hurt me or my friends, I will give you hell. That is a Warning and a Threat.

If I accidentally Reblog/Like Content from a Problematic Creator, PLEASE LET ME KNOW, BECAUSE I MOST LIKELY DIDN'T KNOW THAT THEY WERE PROBLEMATIC.

Enjoy your stay <3

Anyways, That's it! Kai out!! :3

#introduction

[1d5soslittlemixonechicago]

New OC

Maddox "Max" Mendoza(OC)x Ethan Landry

Saylor Berelc (OC)x Jack Champion

Celina Oliver (OC) x Chad Meeks-Martin

Maia Maxwell (OC) x Mason Gooding

So feel free to send requests so I can write for them also check out the others.

#chad meeks martin x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x oc #chad meeks martin x fem!oc #chad meeks martin x fem!reader #ethan landry x oc #ethan landry x fem!reader #jack champion x oc #jack champion #mason gooding #mason gooding x reader #mason gooding x oc #jack champion x fem!reader #mason gooding x fem!reader #jack champion x reader

[fandomchatfabi]

Idk if I posted about this here, but I did on ao3. Here are my voice claims for my ocs:

Chaska: Wendy Malick (Chicha, Beatrice Horseman, Burdine Maxwell, Eda Clawthorne)

Tezcatlipoca: John Mullaney (Chip from Rescue Rangers movie, Spider-Ham, Jack Horner)

I don't have anyone in mind for the children OCs, but I'll let you know if I come up with any. I'm curious about what your OC voice claim is if you have any.

#my oc stuff #maya and the three #oc #voice claim

[starr-finn]

Payday 2 high school AU!

I did not make this on my own, so thank you to everyone that started this, I just put this here so you guys can see what we have worked on together! I'm so happy to have made these with the amazing people in our discord server, I'm sorry I don't have your @s rn, let me know if you want me to update this with your blogs

ALSO! this does include OCs! anyone that doesn't sound familiar is most likely an OC

Payday 2 high school AU, Real names, ages and grades

Joy, Joy locke, 15, Sophomore, computer based clubs

Houston, Derek Steele, 15, Freshman, Technical club

Dallas, Nathan Steele, 18, Senior, student council

Bain, Brendan Leach, 19, Senior, computer based clubs

Jacket is just jacket, 17, Junior, cooking club, OR theater kid

Bodhi is probably just Bodhi, 17, Junior

Hoxton, 16, Sophomore, choirs club, Rich asf, transfer student

Wolf, 17, Junior, Technical club, transfer student

Sydney, 16, Sophomore, Art club

Sokol, 16, Sophomore, Hockey team

Atlas, Finnley Reese, 16, Sophomore, Art, music, and creative writing clubs

Lucky, Blaire white, 15, Freshman, she's on the soccer team

Hackerwhacker, Axel Edmund, 16, Sophomore, Computer based clubs

Kaia, Akia, 15, Freshman, Creative writing Winters,

Neville Winters, 18, Senior, also the student council president

Bulldozer, Erik Barker, 18, Senior

Cloaker, Zachary Leach, 18, Senior

Medic, Dalton Blackburn, 15, Sophmore, He volunteers in the nurses office

Shield, Fritz Adkins, 17, Junior

Sniper, Christian White, 17, junior

Taser, Maxwell Meyer, 15, sophomore

Barbie, 18, Senior on the dance team

Shady, 18, senior, football player Koko, 15, freshman, cheerleader

switch, Heather cook, 16, junior

cloud-nine, Jessica Powell, 18, senior

heat-x, Blake Burke, 17, junior

snow-x, Alaska Burke, 17, Junior

Rece, Ellie Jones, 18, senior

Olympia, Riley Jenkins, 16, sophomore

bun-bun, Alto Whitlocke, 16, freshman

Chi, 15, freshman Melanie Lullaby, 16, sophomore

Bon, Bonnie tompson, 15, sophomore

Cynthia, sophomore, 16, either badminton of volleyball

Jack, junior, 16, Plays Hockey

Jeremy, 17, junior

Charlie, junior, 17, likes chemistry

teachers/principal

Rust, Tom bishop, 61, Workshop teacher and PE coach

Jiro, 52, History

Duke, August Lindenhurst, 50s, Art teacher

John wick, 40, English teacher

Dragan, 45, PE coach

Bonnie, 43, Math teacher

Mrs. Spindle, 68, Maria Alcantara,

Viktor, some kinda history, Mr. Simon

Severn Mcmillan, 27, Science, Mr. Mcmillan

#High school AU #payday 2

[unfortunate-arrow]

general disclaimer: do not support or agree with jkr’s views or actions, but not here to explicitly discuss my personal or political views

OC x OC Connections: 1870s-1950s • 1960s-2000s

𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐄𝐑𝐀 | 𝐇𝐏𝐇𝐋

general disclaimer: these guys have no connection to the actual hogwarts legacy game. they just happen to be around the same time as the hphl mc.

Orla O’Rourke

Cillian Lynch

Tadhg Lynch

Niamh Kelly

Vincent Fitzroy

Brianna O’Rourke

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐑𝐀 | 𝐇𝐏𝐇𝐋

Maxwell Pembroke

Georgie Parsons

Edmund Kennedy

Minerva Kennedy

Simon Battersea

William Devlin

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝟏 | 𝐖𝐖𝟏

Ophelia Lovell

Linus Sullivan

Colm O’Shea

Minor OCs

⤷ Eugene Lovell • Robert Fortescue • Ralph Myers

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 | 𝐅𝐁𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐅𝐓

general disclaimer: these ocs only have tangential ties to the movies and are not involved in anything that has to do with the movies.

Rory O’Neill

Aisling Lynch

Minor OCs

⤷ Francesca Ashby

𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 | 𝐇𝐏𝐇𝐌

Huck Fitzgerald

Ruth Lyman

Ryan O’Donnell

Cara O’Donnell

Sara O’Donnell

Conor O’Donnell

Minor OCs

⤷ Cian Jacob O’Donnell • Sawyer Jacob Fitzgerald

𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒

Camila Valdez

Nicholas Wraxall

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 | 𝐇𝐏𝐌𝐀

Finn MacKade

Nate MacKade

Jack Whitten

Benedict Whitten

Thea Whitten

Minor OCs

⤷ Paddy MacKade • Owen MacKade

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍

Sophie Pembroke

Luke Battersea

Declan O’Donnell-Lee

Quinn Power

Jude Cozens

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐃���

Hogwarts Legacy & Victorian Era | part 1 • part 2

Fantastic Beasts & WW1

Hogwarts Mystery

Magic Awakened & Next Gen | part 1 • part 2

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

HP 12 Months of Magic (2023) one-shots

30 Day (2020) OTP Challenge

Valentine’s Day 2022 Challenge

Spring Break 2022 Challenge

Summer Break 2022 Challenge

Back to School 2022

#arrow’s masterlist #*my masterlist #hp victorian era #hphl #hp wwi era #hp ww1 era #fbawtft oc #fbawtft era #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hpma #magic awakened #hp next gen oc #golden era oc #my ocs #obligatory nope to the author #legacy kiddos have no interaction with the actual game… and time period line-ups are coincidental! #fantastic kiddos only have tangential ties to the movies #really only hogwarts mystery kiddos have any relation to the rest of their era

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Kikis-Writing-World Masterlist

Previously 66wookies and no-droids-on-sunday

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💧=Angst 🩸=Blood/Injuries 🐑=Fluff 🔥=Smut 

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Flags and Labels 🐑

The Reason  🐑 Goodbye 💧 (sequel to The Reason, can also be stand alone)

Requested: “You’re not alone anymore.”  🩸🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you cannot say your soulmate’s name  🐑

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Books and Their Covers  🐑

Communication Breakdown 💧🐑

Gizmo (Drabble) 🐑

No Life Without You  💧🩸

Somewhere Safe 💧🩸🐑

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Where The Sky Touches the Sea Series Masterlist (Hiatus)

30 Days  💧🐑

Every Pilot Needs A Wingman  🐑

Insecure  💧🐑

Longer  🐑

Sticky/Tricky Jar  🐑

To Be Wanted  💧🐑

What Ifs  🐑

Whole Enchilada  🐑

Requested: “It’s two sugars right?” and “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you dream of your soulmate in a past life  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you can feel when they’re in grave danger or emotionally distressed   💧🐑

Fake Fic Title: Panicky Expectant Father  🐑

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey (Kingsman and The Golden Circle)

Whiskey Straight Series Masterlist (Hiatus)

A Statesman Christmas   💧🐑🔥

Fireflies  💧🐑

Love is Blind  💧🩸🐑

Overwhelmed  🐑

Secrets in the Wind  💧🐑

Showed Up in Boots  💧🐑

Requested:  “Any other lies left to tell me?” and “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”  💧

Requested: “Why are you acting like this?”  💧🩸

Requested: “I hope your day gets better.” and “You know, you can stay if you want to.”  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where it is impossible to lie to your soulmate  🐑

Fake Fic Title: Undercover Lover  🐑

Agent Brandy Universe: Featuring Statesman OC “Agent Brandy” First, Time  🐑 Weapons Testing  🐑

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Early Mornings  🔥

Passing the Test  🐑

Tiktok Dancing  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU, matching soulmarks  🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU, dream sharing  🔥

Fake Fic Title: Chalk Tasting Hearts  🐑

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Broken Art  💧🐑

Sunflowers and Pink Roses  💧🐑

Requested:  “Let’s just sit in tonight.” and Thigh Riding 🔥

Requested: Soulmate AU where everyone has a “soul animal” that only they and their soulmate can see  🐑

Max Phillips (Bloodsucking Bastards)

XXX-Mas  🔥

Picking up the Pieces - Max Phillips Edition  💧🐑

Who’s The Boss  🔥

HC: Max helping you with a migraine  🐑

Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

Doing Business  🔥

Picking up the Pieces - Max Lord Edition  💧🐑

Working Late 🔥

Fake Fic Title: Conflict of Interest  💧🐑

Requested: “Stay Over”  🐑

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Best Laid Plans  🐑

Bittersweet  💧

Picking up the Pieces - Poe Dameron edition  💧🐑

Think Happy Thoughts  💧🔥

Drabble: Being Poe’s Hairdresser  🐑

Requested:  “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”  🐑

Requested:  “ Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”  💧

Requested: “I’m right here.”  🐑

Requested: “You’re hurt. Please just let it heal.”  💧

Requested: Soulmate AU where you cannot feel lust or sexual desire until you meet your soulmate.  🐑

Misc. Characters

Blue Jones (Sucker Punch)

My Eyes Only  🐑🔥

Jonathan Levy (Scenes From a Marriage)

Attraction and Other Subjectivities  🔥

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Bug in the System  💧🐑

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Requested: “Go back to sleep.”  🐑

Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier)

Requested: “I was just thinking about you.” and  “I want you to have this.”  🐑

Pedro Boys Collections

Pregnancy Announcement HCs  💧🐑

Other Links of Interest

300 Followers Celebration - custom AUs created for followers who wrote in

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