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wildmtthyme · 29 days

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Chapter 2: The New Girl

Warnings: None?

Chapter Note: All phone "screenshots" are of Soap's phone.

Chapter Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, John "Bravo 6" Price, Stacy

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Soap’s eyes widened and he nearly choked on the swallow of beer that he’d just taken. Gaz wore a look of concern as he clapped him on his back. Dude… Soap was busy pointing but also kind of trying to not make it overly obvious… leave it to Gaz to turn nearly all the way around though to see what the hell had gotten Soap so worked up. Soap groaned when Gaz did that, jerking his shoulder to get him to turn back to their table. Ghost had just walked in with the same woman that they’d seen him leave with last weekend. “Hey, LT!” He tried to make his voice not sound shocked and he thought maybe he pulled it off but the strange look Indie shot him from her spot at the bar made him painfully aware that he hadn’t done so. He blinked when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Simon cleared his throat pointedly, shooting Soap a glare as he approached the table, feeling his nerves double down on him. The feeling of the woman slipping her hand into his nearly made his skin crawl but he forced that knee-jerk reaction away, knowing that there was absolutely nothing wrong with a little PDA and that maybe she was feeling a little nervous herself. “Soap, Gaz… ‘member Stacy.” Gaz nodded enthusiastically and Soap stood up to offer his hand to shake. Aye, nice ta see ya again, lass. He glanced over at the bar to see Indie and Price, catching a strange look in his friend’s eye made him tilt his head at her but she quickly shook him off and refocused her attention on the bartender. Uh yeah, you’re the one who was betting my Simon that you could beat him at pool, right?

Price narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked over the newcomer at their table, his fingers absentmindedly fiddling with one of the bar napkins as he waited with Indie for their orders. She’d turned around a little quicker than necessary, making him glance at her but his attention stalled. She had this kind of… stunned look on her face that was… only a little different than he normal just… resting expression. He flicked his eyes back over to this apparent ‘Stacy’ where she was having her chair pulled out for her by Ghost… back to Indie’s face… back… forth… again… before he felt like someone knocked him over the head with a two by four that had been standing next to him for the past four years. Shit… he thought just as the bar tender was setting down the two trays laden down with their drink and snack orders. For a heartbeat, Indie didn’t reach for the tray she was responsible for… for a heartbeat… he thought she wasn’t going to. Then… just like the impeccable soldier she was, that look was gone like it had never been there in the first place. C’mon Price, holdin’ up the line. She said simply, grabbing the tray of beers and returned to the table. He made quick with the tray of pub fair.

Morgan felt like… she was sinking. That’s what it had felt like in that moment. Like the one time she’d been knocked off of a boat during a mission with all her gear on and for that moment, she’d sunk like a fucking rock. She’d had to struggle against her vest’s buckles in order to get it off so she could kick her way back to the surface, back to the air. And it felt just like that. For a moment… her lungs refused to draw in fresh air. For a moment… it was like… she was just under water. Before she finally broke through the surface and forced herself to push it down, lock it in a box until later… when she wasn’t in front of so many fucking people. Preferably when she wasn’t in front o anyone. She set the tray down on the table and offered the woman… Ah! Indie, this ‘ere’s Stacy. Soap said it with a shit-eating grin. She offered Stacy a small tight-lipped smile. “Didn’t know you were comin’, love. Want me to grab you a beer or…” She led on, hoping her voice wasn’t coming out too… fake sweet sounding?

Simon’s brow furrowed beneath his mask at the odd pitch of Indie’s voice. He’d never heard her sound quiet like that before… maybe that was just how she sounded when she talked to other women? Hell, he didn’t know. Oh! Um… a martini would be great! He leaned back in his chair after he grabbed a beer off the table once Indie had deposited them all, nodding to Price when the man came up with his tray. “Mmm- Price, Stacy – Stacy, Price.” He gestured between them and nodded again when Price shook her hand, feeling about ten million kinds of awkward. He glanced over his shoulder, watching as Indie stood at the bar waiting on Stace’s drink instead of just coming back over here to wait with them. So, Stacy, you in the service? Simon looked back at Price so fast that he felt an actual twinge fly up the side of his neck. Stace giggled and shook her head at the supposedly silly question. Oh! Heaven’s no! I’m a hair stylist.

Price blinked as Gaz nearly choked on his own spit? He raised a sharp brow at the man who just shook him off. “Hnn. Well, someone’s gotta do it, I suppose.” He said quietly, his gaze flowing over the bar before landing back on Indie as she approached, being mindful not to spill the woman’s drink. Hereeee ya go. She set the stemware down in front of her before taking her own seat and taking a longer than necessary swallow of her beer. The awkward silence stretched… Gaz and Soap were focused on their phones (rude) and Ghost was just leaning back in his chair, arm perched on the back of a quickly looking bored Stacy’s chair. Meanwhile… Indiana was finding the corner of her napkin extremely interesting. The muscles on his upper lip flexed, his mustache flaring before he slapped his knee. “Indiana.” The woman’s eyes snapped to him, her spine stiffening. “C’mon.” He kicked his chin towards the back of the pub. “Let’s play a round.”

Morgan’s expression was… bewildered, to put it kindly. She even tapped her chest with her index finger as Price climbed to his feet. “Uh… ye… yessir.” She followed, shooting questioning glances over her shoulder at Soap, who was looking at her with equal confusion. Price never played pool… never mind with her. She walked up to the table, the fact that it was empty wasn’t unusual given the time but watching Price chalk the pool que was. You rack. She nodded and did as instructed, still feeling like she was in the twilight zone.

Simon kept glancing over his shoulder to check on Indie and Price… while still nodding to Stace every so often. She was telling him some story about one of the women she worked with, Tina – not that he particularly cared but it was clearly important enough for her to talk about so he remembered the major points. He had just refocused on her and the way Soap had started prompting her, getting her to elaborate more when he heard Indie’s hoot and Price make his trademark overly loud groan. He looked again… chewing on the inside of his cheek as he watched Indie gesture in a victorious manner at Price and Price wave her off with a broad grin. What the hell was going on? He was in an episode of the twilight zone or something! Price didn’t play pool and since when did he start singling Indie out for anything other than to brief about a solo op?

Soap batted his lashes at Stacy, scrunching his nose and chuckling at parts of her story… he wanted to know every juice detail. He had to! He had to know everything about this woman if she was going to be the LT’s girlfriend. Which, she had to be because why else would she be here?! Any ammo she could give him, he wanted! Maybe she could give you a haircut. Gaz chimed in. Soap growled behind his grin. “You watch yer fookin’ mouth, boyal.” This prompted Stacy to giggle and the LT to take another long pull of his beer. Soap didn’t miss the way he kept checking on Price and Indie, which Gaz was also doing. He wasn’t ignorant to the sudden shift in dynamics either but he was willing to let anything slide tonight!

Price barked out another laugh at the words that came out of Indiana’s mouth in response to him sinking another shot. Who knew you had such a way with balls, Cap. “Well, I’ve been around a couple for quite a while.” She snorted and he couldn’t help but chuckle again. Movement over at their table caught her attention and yet, she whipped around a little too quick. He came up beside her, feigning lining up another shot, leaning into her space just enough to barely brush his shoulder into her. “Don’t let it bother you, jus’ keep havin’ fun with me, love.” She looked up at him with wide eyes and a certain air of panic that made him just stare down at her with a steady gaze. She clicked her teeth together and gave him a curt nod but he saw the way her cheeks flamed, just enough to give away her embarrassment. Not over him, no… but over being found out, he reckoned. He gave a nod in return.

Simon frowned behind his mask at the distance between him and Price and Indie. C’mon Simon. Stace beckoned him from the sidewalk and he let the door shut behind him. He’d just brought her in to meet everyone before taking her out to a proper dinner. But something had felt off… and something hadn’t set right with him about the way Price had virtually swept Indie into the back of the pub, away from all of them. It’d bother him quietly for days.

#cod writing #cod fanfiction #judgement story #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #female OC #morgan indiana turner oc #a little poking fun #gaz and soap texting #ya know those two old muppets who make fun of everything? yeah that's them #not beta read we die like men #not edited really either

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g0ttal0ve101 · 5 months

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TWIRLS MY HAIR GAYLY :3

1, 3, 4, and 22 for Lulu, Evelyn, and Sam :33

BABYGIRLS….!!!!!!!!!!!

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who's the favorite?

Lucian - yes. always have and always will. he has one or two that he keeps by his pillows and the rest are just TANGLED in the blankets. you ain’t sitting on his mattress without suffocating at least one teddy bear with your ass 😭 - his favorite stuffy is a periwinkle bunny named lala :3 (but we all know his true favorite is kai 🤫)

Evelyn - why would she need a stuffed animal when she has her girlfriend to keep her warm? 🤭

Sam - YES. don’t let him fool you. he will hide them whenever someone comes to visit but TRUST me when i say he has a whole collection of kitty plushies. only cats tho. he loves cats.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

If you were to ask Lucian, he’d probably say something along the lines of this: “he’s the nicest, cutest, sweetest boy in the whole wide world. you’d be jealous if you ever saw him. :3”

Evelyn would be more than happy to tell you a full synopsis on her girlfriend but she usually goes with a simple answer like this: “She’s just a doll. Cuter than a button and prettier than a dove.” (ok Shakespeare 🔥)

haha. Sam? haha. hahaha. um. heads up for the future NEVER ASK HIM THIS!! YOU WILL BE STUCK THERE FOR SIX HOURS. but something like this: “she’s stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, radiant, captivating, charming, elegant, striking, dashing, alluring, exquisite, lovely, mesmerizing, enchanting, irresistible, fabulous, charismatic, fashionable, incredible, incomparable, graceful, appealing, ravishing, sophisticated, magnetic, unforgettable, impressive, flawless, timeless, enthralling, divine, splendid, spellbinding, winsome, jaw-dropping, delightful, fetching, sensational, regal, opulent, sublime, statuesque, dreamy, mesmeric, sumptuous, admirable, dazzling, impeccable, ravishing, luminous, polished, remarkable, enigmatic, unblemished, tantalizing, unforgettable, classy, effortless, opulent, unparalleled,glamorous, immaculate, head-turning, exotic, bewitching, radiating, coveted, commanding, unrivaled, supreme, glamorous, unassailable, unmatched, enthralling, captivating, bewitching, unblemished, spectacular, resplendent, spellbinding, enigmatic, stunning, distinguished, unfading, irresistible, striking, vivacious, regal,spellbinding, impressive, majestic, ethereal, unforgettable, incomparable, breathtaking, sumptuous, resplendent, el-”

4. Do they look good in red?

Lucian - yeah but he looks the best in blue :3

Evelyn - yes she looks good in all colors!! green is definitely her color tho :3

Sam - MEOW MEOW MEOW YES!!! :3

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What's their go-to?

Lucian - he doesn’t like it. HE LOVES IT. call him babe and he’s down for the count. if he’s fond of someone, he’ll probably refer to them as sweetheart/sweetie or honey/hun. but if we’re talking about his BOO……baby every name in the book. kai will not escape them. his go-to is definitely honey though :3

Evelyn - she likes being called pet names by women lmao. men DNI 😡😡. she only calls violet any sort of pet name and it’s usually “darling” or “dear.” her go-to is 100000%…..DARLING DEAR though bc she’s British!! (ok Edgar Allen Poe 🔥)

Sam - he’s on his KNEES for a pet name. while he doesn’t particularly refer to others with any sort of pet names in fear they won’t like it, he does abbreviate a lot of people’s names. for example: riley = rie, lucian = lu, evelyn = ev, etc. if he DOES call anyone a pet name it will be riley and only riley. he leans more toward “baby/babe” :3

#asks!!#oc: lucian williams #oc: evelyn anderson #oc: sam vega #friend’s oc: kai miller #friend’s oc: riley morgan #friend’s oc: violet jones #lukai 🖤🤍#eviolet 💚💜#riam 🩷❤️

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criminalmindsscreamau · 8 months

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i’m aware someone has done this before but i’m pumped to write a criminal minds x scream fanfic. i’m gonna be dropping teasers and incorrect quotes for now

#criminal minds #scream #criminal minds oc #scream oc #fanfic #crossover #ghostface #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #david rossi #sidney prescott #gale weathers #dewey riley #kirby reed

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resetting37 · 1 year

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Huevember part two !

Part one.

Part three.

#huevember #art #oc #Celeste #seth #tatsuo #audrey #zack #advik #bran #morgan #katsumi #avery #Riley #lilith #ian

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amlovelies · 2 years

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this is from a prompt I shame deleted in early 2021 and am now filling in mid 2022 because I write at a snails pass

#17 things you said that i wish you hadnt from this prompt list

Too honest

fandom: twc pairing: Nate Sewell/F!detective (Riley Jordan)/Morgan rating: M (really like older teen but I’d rather err on the side of caution) words: 1.2k read on ao3

The bar was not a place Nate could easily picture Riley. He had grown used to their long afternoons together in the library. To her face buried in a book, a pad at her side as she scribbled notes, ink covering her fingers and occasionally her face when she had to readjust her glasses. It’s a pleasant change, for all of the noise and bustle and whatever passes for music now days. She’s all smiles and laughter, catching up with old friends.

It’s a short walk back to the detective’s apartment. The streets of Wayhaven are peaceful, light gathering in the pools of rainwater, shimmering along the asphalt and painting the night in softness. Painting her in softness. It has been growing harder and harder for Nate to ignore the feelings Riley elicits within him: longing, regret and most of all guilt. Guilt that he should be feeling this way when she so clearly had feelings for someone else. Not just someone else, Morgan.

Morgan who he’d never seen like this before. Morgan who moved on so quickly, always seeking new pleasures, new distractions.

What sort of man wished a heartbreak on his friend? Wished that Morgan would fall back into her old patterns, and maybe just maybe there might be more than friendship in those long afternoons with Riley. He’d often wished for a companion, a partner, but never found someone he could envision that with, until now.

Fate was nothing if not cruel.

At least he has moments like this, walking in comfortable silence. She’s humming something he doesn’t recognize under her breathe. Steps a little unsteady from the wine she’d been drinking, or maybe just from dancing with the song in her head.

He opens his mouth preparing to ask about the artist, to horde more details of Riley and her life, but before he can her steps slow and then stop in front of the bakery.

Her eyers study her own reflection in the window. One hand reaches up to brush her cheek, contemplative, a small frown marring her features.

“Is something wrong?” He can’t sense anything, no dangers lurking in the shadows, something else must be going on.

Her voice is halting, quiet, “do you think I’m pretty Nate?”

“Riley, I think you are one of the most stunning creatures I have ever beheld.” He answers too quickly, without thinking, more honest than he intended.

She turns surprise evident on her face, “you’re full of it.” Brown eyes searching his face trying to gauge his sincerity.

“I assure you I am not.” Perhaps he should have gone for a more teasing tone. One that is light and friendly, but it’s hard to do so.

There’s a long list of things it is hard to do. Or hard not to do. Right now, Nate would like nothing more than to sweep Riley up in his arms, to kiss her breathless, to stare into her eyes, to make her understand how beautiful she is. How is he supposed to keep his tone light when it weighs so heavy on him?

“Oh,” she’s looking at him and he can hear the way her heart is accelerating, and hope sparks to life within him. “Nate, I--” she reaches out a hand placing it against his chest. Can she feel how his heart his hammering in his chest?

A long moment where she searches for words and Nate waits with baited breath. Wants to say something, to sweep her off her feet, but he can’t. She’s been drinking. He can smell the wine on her breathe, strong now with her this close. This moment, whatever it is, wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

He must do the right thing here. For Riley’s sake, for Morgan’s sake.

Her hand is small in his, delicate as he pulls it away, the cool night air rushing in to fill the void where her touch had once been. The urge is there, to place a kiss on the back of her hand, but he swallows it down and instead gives it a brief squeeze before releasing it.

“It’s late; we should get you home.”

Riley nods, eyes not meeting his and he mourns the loss, what he wouldn’t give to lose himself in their warm depths.

He only has a moments warning, the sound of familiar footfalls, before Morgan steps out of the shadows, “am I interrupting something?”

A small shriek erupts out of Riley, her hand flying to cover her mouth, “Morgan! You scared me half to death!”

He should have sensed her sooner. Too distracted by Riley, and what if she had been another supernatural? One intent on hurting Riley? He needs to be better, to be more careful, to not lose himself in far-fetched dreams and longings.

He didn’t expect her here, she still has a few hours of patrol left. Had she heard their voices and come to say hello? She never would have bothered with any of her old flings. Just more evidence that this is something more between them, something he shouldn’t get between.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Morgan drawls as she wraps an arm around Riley’s waist, “that’s not how I intended to make you scream.”

“Morgan!” Nate splutters, words failing him as his face heats. Wishes he could say it was just indignation and embarrassment at Morgan’s words, but he knows its more. “That’s highly inappropriate.”

“I am highly inappropriate,” she responds with a dry chuckle, “but Nate is right, we should get you home.” She doesn’t wait for a response, just starts walking, her arm still around Riley’s waist.

Nate watches them walk away unease sitting heavy in his stomach. How much had she overheard? They will have to talk after this, clear the air.

“Aren’t you joining us?” Morgan calls over her shoulder, her grin wicked, and he knows she overheard it all.

A small squeak escapes Riley, her eyes darting back between the two of them. Her heart rate skyrocketing, her skin heating, a hundred other small changes his vampire sense allow him a peek into. One he wishes he could ignore.

Has Riley thought about it? The three of them together? Images too easy to recall rise in his mind, walking in on them in the library. Lace against Riley’s skin, Morgan’s lips travel along her collarbone. . .

A raised eyebrow from Morgan as she waits for his response. He knows it’s no good trying to hide it from her. They’ve known each other too long, and their senses are too strong too attuned to each other after almost a century.

The smile grows larger across Morgan’s face and he needs to redirect this somehow.

“You’re more than capable of getting her home, no need for me to tag along,” he tries to keep his voice neutral, to push those thoughts away, to slow the rapid beat of his pulse. He doesn’t wait for their response, turns on his heel and retreats, but he can still feel the weight of Morgan’s gaze long after he is out of sight.

tag list: @agentnatesewell @rosarx @lord-king-saint

#the ending is probably rushed #but I'm sick of looking at it so bon appetit #the wayhaven chronicles #nate schmidt #specialist agent morgan #n/detective/m #twc poly #if: twc #twc n #twc m #lovelieswrites #oc: riley jordan #fic: riley jordan #ship: to make a melody

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littletonpace · 1 year

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O C H A L L O W E E N C H A L L E N G E 2 0 2 2 everything else / day twenty-six: call me, beep me, text me, dm me ↳ oc’s insta pages So the Casey and Jordyn ones are before their respective apocalypses, and Andie’s is just for fun (as opposed to the others? What am I saying...) because she wouldn’t be bothered with social media.

taglist: @jemmalynette, @allaboutocs, @ochub, @arrthurpendragon, @ocappreciationtag, @oc-challenges

#ok this was fun #ohc2022 #oc halloween challenge 2022 #my oc: andie morgan #my oc: cassidy murphy #my oc: jordyn emery #my oc: casey taylor #my oc: avery littleton #my oc; riley matheson

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twsted-idiot · 5 months

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1, 4, 8, AND 13 GAAAAH!!! for any of your ocs <33

twirls my hair they're all horrible people (I love them) ermm violence, drugs, alcohol, sa, cannibalism, yk the drill.

Including Lucille and Micah in some of them for once <33 (not all of them though)

Excluding murder, what is the worst thing your OC has ever done?

(gonna just list a bunch of the crimes they've committed)

Mia: literally every crime ever (/j) theft, blackmailing, GTA (like stealing cars n shirt which goes w theft but yk), torture (technically goes along w murder but), underage drinking, assault, identity fraud (fake id??), Breaking and entering, destruction of property/vandalism, doing drugs 😍, arson

Riley: Stalking, blackmailing, kidnapping, assault, being ginger, underage drinking (forced. Mostly.), torture, ARSON SO MUCH FUCKING ARSON BANANAJSR

Kai: cannibalism. Which yeah, typically results in murder. But. Like. He will eat someone alive. Torture, and destruction of property. He's really not that bad considering the other two.

Violet: drugging, torture, kidnapping and assault. She's also, not that bad considering Mia and Riley 💀

Lucille: stalking, kidnapping, torture, assault, underage drinking, destruction of property, vandalism.

4. What appears in your OC's darkest nightmares?

Riley: her mother and Jordan abusing her again, s/o leaving her (they ain't going nowhere but she's paranoid.), And Jack and her dad dying.

Mia: being sa'd again, by anyone, but especially her s/o. It's not a lack of trust, she's also extremely paranoid and she acts so aggressive n shit BECAUSE she's scared.

Kai: being abandoned/treated like an animal again (mostly being muzzled)

Violet: somehow making Evelyn worse rather than better. And also. Feeling pain. It's a foreign thing to her (disorder that makes her numb 2 pain or whatrver.)

Micah: Zack dying, he DOES NOT have anyone else.

8. Would your OC consider themself evil?

Making this short n sweet. Yes. All of them do, but they don't care, some of them don't know any better, and the others jusr don't give a shit.

13. Who does your OC hate the most?

Mia: Her family, all of them. Yes, they're all dead, but she still hates them. They're the cause of all her problems lmao. And Lindsey <3 fuck her

Riley: Her mother and Jordan (+the bitches he cheated w) they're also, both dead, but she HATES them. Moreso her mother bc with her she couldn't get away.

Kai: most of his family (younger siblings excluded) they treated him like an animal. It literally started out as then thinking he ("she" at the time. Transgender!!) Was a freak bc of his teeth, which. Not his fault. He developed a biting problem (FEED THAT BOY AND IT WOULDNT HAPPEN)

Violet: MEN /J uhmm. Her father, he abused her, she couldn't feel it, and he exploited that. She didn't physically feel it but there was still a mental toll on her.

Lucille: her "friends", they pulled "pranks" (like. Pretending they were being kidnapped n shit like that) on her and literally drove her to stab herself in the eye with a pen.

Micah: would say his family but he doesn't remember them, so, the people that kidnapped him as a child.

#Yuri <3 #Oc: Mia Jacobs #Oc: Riley Morgan #Oc: Kai Miller #Oc: Violet Jones #Oc: Lucille Hawthorne #Oc: Micah

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chuuyas--boo · 2 years

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I did it to Yuri but you know what

How would your ocs react to stepping on a Lego? 🤨🎤

💀💀...

Riley: "YOU MOTHER FUCKER- WHO LEFT LEGOS ON THE FLOOR??"

Violet: no reaction. She can't feel pain.

Mia: "AAAAAAAA WHO THE FUCK— WHO AM I BEATING??"

Micah: "FUCK— Zack 😩 help I'm DYING"

Kai: bros wearing some sort of boots 25/8. So 💀

Aubrie: *loud wailing*

Jaiden: "SON OF A— OWWWW FUCK GERMKSGERME"

Axel: *moans*

#Asks #Oc asks #oc: kai miller #oc: riley morgan #oc: mia jacobs #Oc: Aubrie Hayden #Oc: Jaiden Martinez #Oc: Axel Martinez #Oc: Micah Foster #Oc: Violet Jones

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necromancy-and-tax-evasion · 1 year

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My adult ocs as teenagers.

#Morgan #Riley #Issac #Opal #Apollo #Tapia #my art #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #artist #digital art #oc #ocs #oc's #original character #tw smoking

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wildmtthyme · 1 month

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Chapter 1: Crush

Warnings: None?

Chapter Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Sam (OC K9)

Simon groaned quietly as he cracked an eyelid… way too much to drink last night, not that he’d let on that he had over imbibed. He was sprawled on the couch not in the rec room… not in Price’s office but in the living room of one of their squad mates. It was all Soap’s fault, of course it was. He scrubbed at his face, shifting his balaclava a bit but by no means taking it off. He glanced around the familiar living room, spotting Gaz sacked out in the recliner.

He stretched and forced himself to sit up… he needed—he blinked when he heard a door open upstairs and the telling jingling of dog tags. Not the kind they wore, no… these were attached to a collar. “Oi Sam, no.” He cringed when the shepherd trotted towards him, ears perked and tongue lolled out in obvious greeting, tail waving high. The soft padding of bare feet made his eyes flick up and just like always… he felt himself go still as he watched her walk into the room.

She saw him… glanced over at Gaz and promptly rolled her eyes and yet, deflated somehow. I need to hide the key better. She walked over to the front door and opened it up, a single snap of her fingers and the dog rerouted to head out instead of continuing towards him. He’s taking care of his own mess this time. Simon just watched her as she left the door open and walked into the kitchen, the sound of water filling a kettle signaling the start of another day.

Within an hour- Simon and Gaz both had played deaf and dumb as they sat at the kitchen table, sipping their tea and Simon with his toast and Gaz with his eggs as Soap tried to get one of them, any of them, to go back to the spare bedroom and wake the girl up that he’d brought here last night and get her to leave. No one was biting. Do it yer’self, mate. Gaz said around a mouthful of eggs. Indie, c’mon, please. Simon scoffed at the way Soap crowded Indiana in the kitchen, trying to pout and throw her puppy dog eyes while she sat on her kitchen counter drinking her tea. No fuckin’ way, Soap. You broke into my house last night! Soap did a dramatic fall to his knees, his hands clasped between them. Please, Indiana… you gotta help me! – I ain’t gotta do shit, now make her some tea like a proper gentleman and stop being a fuckin’ slag, Soap. Soap had the decency to look offended and put out at the same time. But he climbed to his feet and did just that.

He made a cup of tea and carried it back to the rear bedroom and half an hour later, a woman looking a little worse for wear bashfully made her exit, tossing them all a little wave. Gonna drive her home! Soap called out over his shoulder as he was walking out the door. Simon and Gaz both immediately tensed but didn’t have time to call foul. I swear, he’s gonna knock one of them up one day. Indiana muttered before she whistled and Simon’s head snapped to her just in time to catch a set of keys out of the air that she’d launched at him. One scratch on my baby, Ghost and I’ll have yer ass. He smirked under his mask but was already climbing to his feet, quickly tucking the keys in his pocket before Gaz had the mind to try and take them from him.

Simon let out a slow breath as he slid behind the wheel of her car… it was a damned dream and Gaz was already pouting. Don’t see why she lets you drive it. The man muttered as he slouched and continued to sulk. Simon had no idea either… but she had let him borrow this car a few times, in situations just like this. He’d never asked. And she’d never really offered. But as he turned the key and the ram air rumbled to life in a satisfying purr that vibrated his bones, he felt a very good shiver race through him.

He dogged Americans plenty but one thing they got right was the muscle car. He carefully backed the Judge out of the garage and down the lane… and took both himself and Gaz back to base. Her car was this beautiful black color that glinted in the morning sun, catching the rays just right. And it had some damned kick that he loved testing on the short drive. It was almost enough to make a man forget about his worries for just a minute.

Morgan cleaned up after the boys when they left, muttering to herself as she did so. She really had to start hiding her spare key better. Then again… it didn’t bother her all that much, not really. They were her team, what could she say other than that. They’d each of them been through thick and thin together. If Soap wanted to catch a few hours of play time with someone, who was she to stand in the way of that? It wasn’t like it kept her up at night.

Besides, she felt worst for Ghost and Gaz in this situation, they were the ones who’d been forced to sleep on her living room furniture and she knew Ghost didn’t fit on that couch all that well. She knew too that if Ghost really wanted to let them into her house, he could. The fucker had a key. She didn’t know if Soap and Gaz knew that, though. Either way, one day Soap was going to meet his match and then he’d know.

He’d know why she didn’t mind all that much when she came downstairs and saw Ghost on her couch. Or why she didn’t mind letting him drive her precious car. Or why he had all these privileges that none of the others had. As it stood, she was fairly certain that no one knew the whys of it and if she had any say at all in the matter, that was how it was going to stay. She showered and dressed for the day, her mind still rolling over the topic.

She’d been head over for Simon since pretty much the first week she’d been assigned to the one-four-one and ever since she’d figured out that he was so off limits, she’d felt every inch the pathetic woman for it. It had nothing to do with rank and everything to do with the fact that… well, she knew where she stood in the grand scheme of things and it wasn’t on a set of spike heels with her tits thrust up in his face (not that she could get her small boobs to thrust up anywhere).

She figured it out the first time they’d come back from a mission together and they all went to the pub. The first time she watched Ghost hit on some woman who was dressed to the nine and was very much not like herself. All curves and long hair and makeup and short skirts and heels and… she sighed as she tugged her helmet on in her garage. She was never that woman. Was never going to be that woman. And most days, she was fine with that.

She was lithe and strong; she could do things those women couldn’t. She could defend those she cared about, take down men twice her size… but it sucked… just a little… when she had to watch the man that she loved consistently leave the pub with those women. She slapped the sides of her helmet sharply, not even feeling it but more of the action itself. “Stop it.” She growled at herself before she threw her leg over her other baby. One kickstart later and the Indian roared to life, the rumble and the vibration doing well at making her mind go blissfully numb as she made her way to base.

#cod writing #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #morgan indiana turner OC #cod OC #pining #tomboy OC

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g0ttal0ve101 · 5 months

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Pretty

Note: mwahaha 😈…writing prompt week heheh. tw: self harm, implicated abuse

Prompt: Scars

Ship: Riam

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Blood leaked from the broad bold letter carved into her flesh, dripping down the side of her thigh as a result. She watched intently as the blade dug further inside, pivoting with every curve of the alphabetic symbol.

It didn’t hurt as much as the first one. Her eyes locked in on the movements displayed in his fingers, clenching onto her sleeve as a result of the pain that coursed through her leg. Her expression remained motionless.

The more blood that spewed from her body, the merrier. Riley couldn’t help but smile when seeing the final product of his artwork, letting out an adoring sigh whenever he wiped away all the blood from her skin. More formed quicker than he could wash off, causing him to reach for the medical kit he had prepared beforehand. The smile on her face faded. She wanted to examine it for a little longer.

“It’s fine, Sam. Don’t bandage it up.”

“N-No, I have to.” He stammered, his eyes fixated on her precious skin. Obsession was a perfect way to describe his gaze. With pupils the size of black holes in the Milky Way galaxy, his attention was on nothing else but to stop the bleeding. Riley was flattered by the amount of compassion he had for her. “I made you h…urt…hurt.”

“Does it look like I’m hurt?” Riley questioned with a sly grin, planting her hands deep with Sam’s thick locks of hair. He washed it only twenty minutes beforehand, each strand still damp to the touch. It suddenly made sense why his hair wasn’t as fluffy and curly as it usually was. “That was nothing. I didn’t even flinch.”

That was true. Riley had gone through way harsher things, way more painful experiences, and yet Sam wanted nothing more than to continue the path of catering to her like a princess. He grabbed the disinfectant and carefully stroked her gaping wound, causing her to scrunch up her face. It stung like a bitch.

“I want it to scar, Sam. Stop that.”

“Uwah…but…!” His voice trembled for a moment before smoothing out again. “…Alright.”

Stabilizing his balance, Sam stood from the floor and grabbed the towel for his hair, trying his hardest to put his mind at ease. He scrubbed his head as Riley lovingly analyzed the signature without a care in the world. He knew how to use a damn knife, that’s for sure. Not a single hiccup in the cursive lettering.

With a sweet hum, Riley gripped the knife and twirled it around between each finger. “Have you ever seen my collection?”

The question was out of the blue. Sam tilted his head like a curious kitten and reproached the girl, this time sitting beside her with a slight frown. The freckles on his cheeks were absolutely adorable up close. “What collection?”

“My scar collection. I never showed you them all, have I?”

Before he could answer, she was already stripping off her shirt. His eyes practically bugged out of his head before straying away his eyes. “UWAH, R-R-R-R-!”

“Oh, quit it. You act like this is your first time seeing me shirtless.”

With covered eyes, Sam blushed profusely. “I don’t des…erve to. You’re so p-pr…p…”

Dropping the shirt onto the mattress, she got a hold of Sam’s wrists and yanked them downward so he could see. He was hesitant to examine her frame at first but after a few moments of awkward silence, he decided against fighting it. His ivy green eyes swept up and down her body, suddenly feeling lightheaded when realizing just how pretty she was. Riley wasn’t all too flustered at first but seeing the loving sparks in her boyfriend’s eyes, her stomach couldn’t help but float.

“Sam, you’re the only one I want to show. You’re the only one that would understand anyway…” She muttered, running her hands down the scars she had on her bare body. Sam could feel himself start to get worked up when imagining where they came from. “You gave me the prettiest one, haha…! All these other ones aren’t so sentimental.”

Rubbing his thumb against her collarbone, he spotted a scar that was unfamiliar compared to the other ones. A burn mark - Someone had snuffed the cherry of their cigarette on her. Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Telling by the look on his face, Riley knew it was a good idea to change the subject off of that particular incident.

“What about you, Sammy? Do you have any scars?”

Those words caught him off guard. Hesitating, he nodded slowly while backing away. He figured he should follow her footsteps to assure her that she wasn’t alone. With a shaky start, he lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing the scarring he had. Riley’s eyes suddenly glow upon the realization that she had never seen him this way before. He was more built that she figured he would be.

“I’m th-the same way,” he assured her with a grin that showcased his dimples, “don’t feel bad about it. My arms are f-fucked up too. And look how b-big my top scars a…are. I don’t hold a candle up to you, Rie. You’re so p-p…p…p…you’re so p-…”

“Pretty?”

“Y-Yes…!” He squeaked, making himself smaller instinctively. Riley thought it was adorable. “Uwah, I’m n…not really nice t-to look at…”

Riley placed her hands against his chest, running her fingers along the scarring of his top surgery. Sam blushed heavily and watched her curiosity glisten. It was an innocent gaze of pure intent and wonder.

“These are so cool, Sam…! You shouldn’t hide them all the time!”

“Y-You think…so?”

“Yeah!”

A smile arose onto his lips as he avoided her kind eyes. “…Okay. I’ll keep that in m-mind.”

#oc: sam vega #friend’s oc: riley morgan #riam ❤️#wpw #GIGGLE

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awritessomething · 3 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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dear-indies · 5 months

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Hello! What are some of your favorite Pro-Palestine, Anti Zionist fc's you'd like to see used more? I want to make an OC and have zero ideas but I want to try to only use FC's that, like, aren't heartless pieces of shit, ya know?

Cherien Dabis (1976) Palestinian / Jordanian.

Michael Malarkey (1983) Palestinian, Italian-Maltese / Irish, German.

May Calamawy (1986) Jordanian, Palestinian / Egyptian.

Dina Shihabi (1989) Palestinian, Saudi Arabian / Norwegian, German and Haitian.

Nemahsis / Nemah Hasan (1994) Palestinian.

Noor Taher (1999) Palestinian and Lebanese.

Saint Levant (2000) Palestinian, Serbian / Algerian, French.

Josie Totah (2001) Palestinian / Lebanese, Italian, Irish, German - is a trans woman.

+ an entire masterlist of Palestinian fcs!

Also, since lots of people are asking here's a masterlist but PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS NOT COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE POSTED AND/OR SPOKEN ABOUT PALESTINE!

Why I'm not adding people who have only asked for a ceasefire.

HERE is @leepacey's list.

I also have a private list you're welcome to DM me for, both also have people who support Isr*el for people to avoid.

Vanessa Redgrave (1937)

Charles Dance (1946)

Patti Smith (1946)

Annie Lennox (1954)

Juliet Stevenson (1956)

Michael Stipe (1960)

Liam Cunningham (1961)

Sabrina Ferilli (1964)

Björk (1965)

John Cusack (1966)

Aasif Mandvi (1966) Indian.

Kathleen Hanna (1968)

Benedict Wong (1971) Hongkonger.

Boots Riley (1971) African-American, one quarter Ashkenazi Jewish (maternal grandmother), small amounts of German, English, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, Scottish, Wampanoag.

Ava DuVernay (1972) Louisiana Creole.

Poorna Jagannathan (1972) Indian.

Haifa Wehbe (1972) Egyptian / Lebanese.

Kimya Dawson (1972) African-American.

Ava DuVernay (1972) African-American.

Cat Power (1972)

Sarah Sophie Flicker (1973) Jewish.

Omar Metwally (1974) Egyptian / Dutch.

Maxine Peake (1974)

Itziar Ituño (1974)

Nelly Karim (1974) Egyptian / Russian.

Mahershala Ali (1974) African-American.

Sara Ramírez (1975) Mexican and some Irish - non-binary, queer and bisexual (they/them).

Carice van Houten (1976)

Haaz Sleiman (1976) Lebanese - is gay.

Antonio De Matteo (1978)

Joelle Mardinian (1977) Lebanese.

Alberto Ammann (1978) Argentinan.

Daniel Brühl (1978)

Max Collins / Eve 6 (1978)

Kayvan Novak (1978) Iranian.

Immortal Technique (1978) Amerindian, Spanish, French and African.

Hend Sabry (1979) Egyptian.

Luis Bordonada (1979) Mexican.

Ser Anzoategui (1979) Argentinian and Paraguayan - is non-binary (they/them).

Dorra Zarrouk (1980) Tunisian.

Amerie (1980) African-American / Korean.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans.

Dargen D'Amico (1980)

Gustaf Skarsgård (1980)

Khalid Abdalla (1980) Egyptian.

Arian Moayed (1980) Iranian.

Massari (1980) Lebanese.

Tahar Rahim (1981) Algerian.

Kaan Urgancıoğlu (1981) Turkish.

Shawna Farmer / chubbycartwheels (1981)

Beth Ditto (1981) - is queer.

Morgan Spector (1981) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, German, some Scottish and English.

Jesse Williams (1981) African-American, Seminole / Swedish.

Amanda Seales (1981) African-American / Grenadian [African, at least one quarter European].

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani.

Emel Mathlouthi (1982) Tunisian.

Rajshri Deshpande (1982) Indian.

Niamh McGrady (1982)

Yolanda Bonnell (1982) Ojibwe, White / Indian - is two-spirit and queer (she/they) - is open about having OCD and ADHD!

Macklemore (1983)

Luna Maya (1983) Indonesian.

Amir Eid (1983) Egyptian.

Aisling Bea (1984)

Mohamed Emam (1984) Egyptian.

Mahira Khan (1984) Pakistani.

Alex Meraz (1984) Mexican [Purepecha].

Sami Zayn (1984) Syrian.

Jena Malone (1984)

Siobhan Thompson (1984)

Ravyn Ariah Wngz (1984) Mohawk, Tanzanian, Afro-Bermudian - is a Two-Spirit trans woman (she/her).

Kristin Chirico (1984) - is questioning their gender, “encompassing a lot of things” but is not yet sure if she’s nonbinary or a gender non-confirming woman and uses they/her - openly bisexual and demisexual and have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, ADHD, dyslexia, and asthma.

Tamanna Roashan (1984) Indian / Afghani.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual (they/them).

Burak Özçivit (1984) Turkish.

Enjy Kiwan (1984) Egyptian.

Kid Cudi (1984) African-American.

Sepideh Moafi (1985) Iranian.

Lilan Bowden (1985) Taiwanese / English, Welsh.

Alex Meraz (1985) Mexican [Purépecha].

Aabria Iyengar (1985) African-American.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian.

Marina Diamandis (1985)

Troian Bellisario (1985) American, Louisiana Creole [African, French, English] / White.

Sonam Kapoor (1985) Indian.

Carmen V. Ortega Baljian (1985)

Carsie Blanton (1985) Jewish.

Haley Webb (1985)

Yani Gellman (1985) Ashkenazi Jewish, possibly other.

Giulia Michelini (1985)

Eréndira Ibarra (1985) Mexican - is bisexual.

Karim Kassem (1986) Egyptian / Egyptian Jewish.

Mihaela Drăgan (1986) Romani - is queer

Diane Guerrero (1986) Colombian.

Whitney Greyton (1986) Black South African / Namibian - is queer (she/they).

Fahriye Evcen (1986) Turkish.

Amber Riley (1986) African-American.

Ericka Hart (1986) African-American - is non-binary femme, queer, and polyamorous (she/they).

Lido Pimienta (1986) Colombian [Wayuu, Afro-Colombian] - is queer.

Mihaela Dragan (1986) Romani.

DJ Snake (1986) Algerian / French.

Alba Flores (1986) Romani, Spanish [including Andalusian] - is a lesbian.

Saagar Shaikh (1986) Pakistani.

Mustafa Ali (1986) Pakistani.

Lily Gladstone (1986) Kainai Blackfoot, Amskapi Pikuni Blackfoot, Nez Perce, Dutch, Cajun - she/they.

Pidgeon Pagonis (1986) Mexican and Greek - is intersex and non-binary (they/them).

Guz Khan (1986) Pakistani.

Eugene Lee Yang (1986) Korean - is gay.

Bob the Drag Queen (1986) African-American - is polyamorous, pansexual and non-binary (he/her).

Asim Chaudhry (1986/87) Pakistani.

Marwa Agrebi (1987) Tunisian.

Sasha Velour (1987) Russian Jewish / Ukrainian, other - is genderfluid (she/they when not in drag, she while in drag).

Susan Wokoma (1987) Nigerian.

Munroe Bergdorf (1987) Afro Jamaican / English - is trans.

Michael B. Jordan (1987) African-American.

Juliana Huxtable (1987) African-American - is trans.

Nicola Coughlan (1987)

Pearl Mackie (1987) West Indian / English - is bisexual.

Erika Ishii (1987) Japanese - is genderfluid (she/they/any) - also posted on Brennan’s post: “Thank you for always being thoughtful with your advocacy and direct in your action. From the river to the sea.”

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic, boycotted the Sydney Festival 2022 for Palestine.

Carina Shero (1988)

Joe Cole (1988)

Elsa Hosk (1988)

Kendrick Sampson (1988) African-American / English, Scottish, German, Cajun/French, Danish, Norwegian.

Kelly Piquet (1988) Brazilian.

Navild Acosta (1988) African-American - is non-binary queer (he/him).

Brennan Lee Mulligan (1988)

Swara Bhasker (1988) Indian.

Aiysha Hart (1988) Saudi Arabian and English.

John Early (1988) - is gay.

Sabrina Dhowre Elba (1988) Somali.

Joel Kim Booster (1988) Korean - is gay and has bipolar disorder.

Gratiela Brancusi (1989) Romani and Greek Romanian.

Frank Waln (1989) Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux.

Rakeen Saad (1989) Jordadian.

Morfydd Clark (1989)

Mary Lambert (1989) - is a lesbian.

Dina Torkia (1989) Egyptian / English.

Laith Ashley (1989) Afro Dominican - is a trans man and asexual.

Shea Couleé / Jaren Kyei Merrell (1989) African-American - non-binary (they but she/her while in drag).

Emma Watson (1990)

Mitski (1990) Japanese / White.

Arrows Fitz (1990) African-American - is non-binary (he/they/she/it).

Shirine Boutella (1990) Algerian.

Luke Baines (1990)

Lolly Adefope (1990) Yoruba Nigerian.

Tabria Majors (1990) African-American.

Rosaline Elbay (1990) Egyptian.

Katie Findlay (1990) English, Hongkonger, Portuguese-Macanese, Scottish - is queer (they/them).

Poppy Liu (1990) Chinese - is non-binary (she/they).

Shareena Clanton (1990) Blackfoot, Cherokee, African-American, Wangkatha, Yamatji, Noongar, Gija.

Maren Morris (1990)

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai, White.

Leigh-Anne Pinnock (1991) Afro Barbadian and Jamaican.

Joe Alwyn (1991)

Jari Jones (1991) African-American / Filipino - is trans.

Vico Ortiz (1991) Puerto Rican - non-binary (they/them).

Denée Benton (1991) African-American.

Dylan O'Brien (1991)

Bonnie Wright (1991)

Ramy Youssef (1991) Egyptian.

Ali Burak Ceylan (1991) Turkish.

Seychelle Gabriel (1991) French, Mexican / Italian, including Sicilian - also has Spoken up for Sudan.

Alexa Nikolas (1992)

Emma D’Arcy (1992) - is non-binary (they/them).

Jarvis Johnson (1992) Unspecified.

Tasha Cloud (1992) African-American - is a lesbian.

Jade Thirlwall (1992) English, three eights Arab [Egyptian, Yemeni], small amount of Scottish.

Faia Younan (1992) Syrian.

Merhan Keller (1992) Egyptian.

Julien Solomita (1992)

Pauline Chalamet (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, Scottish, Irish, French.

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman.

Paloma Elsesser (1992) African-American / Chilean-Swiss.

Katie Gavin / MUNA (1992) - is queer.

Rupi Kaur (1992) Punjabi Indian.

Joana Ribeiro (1992)

Conor Mason / Nothing But Thieves (1992)

Rose Matafeo (1992) Samoan / Scottish and Croatian.

Cailin Russo (1993)

Tara Emad (1993) Egyptian / Yugoslav Montenegrin.

Younes Bendjima (1993) Algerian.

Bobbi Salvör Menuez (1993) - is trans non-binary (they/them).

Stormzy (1993) Ghanaian.

Chance the Rapper (1993) African-American.

Raveena Aurora (1993) Punjabi Indian.

Naomi McPherson / MUNA (1993) West Indian and Irish - is queer and nonbinary (they/them).

Freddy Carter (1993)

Ghali (1993) Tunisian.

Jordan Alexander (1993) German, Irish, African-American.

Charlotte Day Wilson (1993)

Mia Khalifa (1993) Lebanese.

Maria Thattil (1993) Indian.

AJ Tracey (1994) Afro-Trinidadian / Welsh.

Ben Barlow (1994)

Asia Jackson (1994) Ibaloi Filipino and African American.

Isabella Roland (1994) Jewish.

Josette Maskin / MUNA (1994) Jewish - is queer and nonbinary (she/they).

Aimee Lou Wood (1994)

Rose Williams (1994)

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / English, German, one quarter Norwegian, some Scots-Irish/Northern Irish - is queer.

Theo Tiedemann (1994) Asian - is trans non-binary and gay (he/they).

Little Simz (1994) Yoruba Nigerian.

Huda Elmufti (1994) Egyptian.

Dylan Gelula (1994) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified.

Arsema Thomas (1994) Nigerian / Ethiopian - is non-binary (she/they).

Earl Sweatshirt (1994) Black South African.

Kurtis Conner (1994)

Julien Baker (1995) - is a lesbian.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Spanish, Mexican, Filipino, Scottish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, Welsh, Cornish, Irish, Choctaw - non-binary womxn, lesbian and polyamorous - she/they.

Achraf Koutet (1995) Moroccan.

Lucy Dacus (1995) - is queer.

Daniel Caesar (1995) Afro Barbadian and Jamaican.

Jazzelle / Jazzeppi Zanaughtti (1995) Afircan-American.

Elvina Mohamad (1995) Malaysian.

Willow Pill (1995) - is trans femme, has cystinosis and is autistic.

Bree Kish (1996) ¼ Black.

Alessia Cara (1996)

Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996)

María Isabel (1996) Dominican.

Mustafa the Poet (1996) Sudanese.

Lorde (1996)

Florence Pugh (1996)

Lowkey (1986) Iraqi / English.

Denzel Curry (1995) Afro Bahamian and Unspecified Native American.

Brandon Soo Hoo (1995) Chinese.

Lily Gao (1995) Chinese.

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender non-conforming woman who uses she/they.

Grace Van Dien (1996)

Abdelhamid Sabiri (1996) Morrocan.

Lauren Jauregui (1996) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other], likely some Basque - is bisexual.

Ally Beardsley (1996) - is non-binary (they/them).

Thea Sofie Loch Naess (1996)

AURORA (1996)

Leo Sheng (1996) Chinese - is a trans man.

Imaan Hammam (1996) Moroccan / Egyptian.

Tavi Gevinson (1996) Ashkenazi Jewish / Norwegian [converted to Judaism].

Quintessa Swindell (1997) African-American / White - is non-binary (they/he).

070 Shake (1997) Dominican - doesn't like to put labels on her sexuality.

Zara Larsson (1997)

Faye Webster (1997)

Madeline Ford (1997)

Asa Butterfield (1997)

Scene Queen (1997)

Micheal Ward (1997) Afro Jamaican.

Xiran Jay Zhao (1997) Hui Chinese - is non-binary (they/them).

Lori Harvey (1997) African-American.

Mayan El Sayed (1997) Egyptian.

Hania Aamir (1997) Pakistani.

Sisi Stringer (1997) African Australian.

Omar Apollo (1997) Mexican - is gay.

Kaiit (1997) Papuan / Gunditjmara, Torres Strait Islander - is non-binary (she/he/they).

Piper Curda (1997) Korean / English, Scottish - is apsec.

Iman Meskini (1997) Tunisian / Norweigan - is pro Palestine!

Archie Renaux (1997) Punjabi Indian and Brtish.

Clara Nieblas (1997) Mexican.

Janella Salvador (1998) Bisaya Filipino.

Ethel Cain (1998) - is a trans bisexual woman.

Joanna Pincerato (1998) Mexican, Syrian. Swedish and Italian.

Joanna Arida (1998) Jordadian.

Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger and Jewish - is deaf, trans genderqueer and pansexual (he/they).

Benedetta Porcaroli (1998)

Gretta Ray (1998)

Clairo (1998) - is bisexual and has juvenile idiopathic arthritis.

SANTAN / Dave (1998) Edo Nigerian.

Salsabiela A. (1998) Unspecified.

Ariela Barer (1998) Mexican, Ashkenazi Jewish.

Celeste O'Connor (1998) Kenyan - is non-binary (they/them).

Wegz (1998) Egyptian.

Jessica Alexander (1999)

Rafaela Plastira (1999)

Minami Gessel (1999) Japanese / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Kenna Sharp (1999)

Samara Joy (1999) African-American.

Sab Zada (1999) Chinese, Filipino, and Hispanic.

Zoe Terakes (2000) Greek Australian - trans masc non-binary guy (they/he).

Anthony Lexa (2000) - is a trans woman.

Marissa Bode (2000) African-American - is disabled.

Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish, English, some Irish, Northern Irish, Welsh, German.

Reneé Rapp (2000) - is a lesbian.

Celia Rose Gooding (2000) African-American - bisexual and gray asexual, uses she/they - also saw somewhere they don't like being called a woman.

Lucas Jade Zumann (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish / possibly German.

Maitreyi Ramakrishnan (2001) Tamil.

Andria Tayeh (2001) Jordanian and Lebanese.

Freya Allan (2001)

Ari Notartomaso (2001) - is non-binary (they/he).

Rachel Zegler (2001) Colombian / White.

Maria Guardiola (2001)

Hope Ikpoku Jnr (2001) Black British.

Morgan Davies (2001) - is a trans man.

Ahmet Haktan Zavlak (2001) Turkish.

Kei Kurosawa (2001) Bisaya Filipino and Japanese.

Aaron Rose Philip (2001) Afro-Antiguan - is a trans woman who has cerebral palsy.

Denise Julia (2002) Filipino.

Nessa Barrett (2002) Puerto Rican.

Yara Mustafa (2002) Jordanian.

Iris Apatow / Iris Scot (2002) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, Scottish, Finnish, German.

Kosar Ali (2003) Somali.

Madeleine Hyland (?)

Bobby Sanchez (?) Peruvian [Quechua] - is Two-Spirit and trans, uses she/her sometimes they/they).

Nick Hakim (?) Chilean / Peruvian.

Micaela López Bianchi (?) Argentinian.

Jas Lin (?) Taiwanese - is queer (they/them).

Georgia Maq (?)

Eddy Mack (?) Jordanian.

Ellie Kim / SuperKnova (?) Korean - genderfluid, transgender woman (she/her).

Alexia Roditis / Destory Boys (?) - uses they/them.

Violet Mayugba / Destory Boys (?)

Narsai Malik / Destory Boys (?)

David Orozco / Destory Boys (?)

Neil Turner / Los Campesinos! (?)

Tom Bromley / Los Campesinos! (?)

Kim Paisey / Los Campesinos! (?)

Rob Taylor / Los Campesinos! (?)

Jason Adelinia/ Los Campesinos! (?)

Matt Fidler / Los Campesinos! (?)

Raul Briones (?) Mexican.

Britton Smith (?) Black.

Farrah / farrahescapes (?) Emirati.

CJ / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Gian / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Rapha / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Gab / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Sevii / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Ilocano Filipino.

Xen / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Ilocano Filipino.

Grey Gritt (?) Ojibwe and Metis - is genderqueer (they/them).

Elaine Crombie (?) Pitjantjatjara, Yankunytjatjara, Warrigmay, South Sea Islander, and White.

Nori Reed (?) Korean / Unspecified - is non-binary (she/her).

Shahd Khidir (?) Sudanese.

+ please let me know if you want more!

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