#cheyenne (oc)

[melocores]

its been a while but hey yall!!

here's my second ever olnf mc; robin castillo my pretty skater boy!! hehe

his route is the platonic route for both tama and qiu, potentially a renee mc heh

he is chey's childhood bestfriend, and doesnt actually live in golden grove but he likes to visit a lot!! very popular and friendly with his peers and has a very 'golden-retriever' type of personality that complements well with chey's 'black-cat' personality. his interests are skateboarding ("SKATE IS LIFE!"), grafitti art, sports and he LOVES videogames. oh and he cries a lot.

#art #our life #our life now and forever #our life mc #olnf #cheyenne wu #olnf oc #our life fanart #olnf mc #robin castillo #fanart #qiu lin #tamarack baumann

[theartgremlin]

Slightly spicy Wrecker fanart under the cut!!

Ive been noticing there’s not a lot of soft aftercare content in smut. Usually you just get a climax and then it ends a few paragraphs later. As someone who’s a little sex-repulsed, I really, really like the snuggling and bonding that comes before and after the “main event”, and I really wish we saw more of that. So have a soft Wrecker cuddling with Cheyenne :)

#(did this piece come from an episode of gremlindepression that required an immediate and gigantic hug? Maaaaybeee) #it’s been a bit since I posted any Cheyenne content #haven’t really had any inspiration for her lately #wrecker bad batch #clone commando wrecker #cheyenne alder #star wars oc #gremlin oc’s #clone force 99 #star wars clones #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #star wars

[quichecat]

My little boy! my little sunshine! Cheyenne!

#my art #OC Cheyenne #dnd oc #tiefling #bard #dnd #dnd art #idk how tags work on here these days

[hamster-writes]

The cold winds nip at Cheyenne's cheeks as she stands down by the docks.  “I see a ship in the distance! I’m gonna make sure we have a fire going and some nice warm drinks!” she yells as she goes running up the hill. 

The inn door shuts behind her, “What's with the rush?” asks her coworker. “I gotta prepare some food for the incoming ship. I assume they will be hungry. It is quite the journey to our island.” cheyenne says. 

Continuing with the cooking and cleaning, and setting up for what will most likely be a large pirate crew, she hears someone at the docks yell, “Ship is docking!” Cheyenne puts on her coat, mittens, scarf, and goes out to greet them. The docks aren't too far from her job so it takes no time at all. This might be the biggest ship she has ever seen come to their island, but no one else seems to be too shocked. The crew don some heavy winter clothes, it's kind of hard to tell what they look like underneath it all. One thing she knows for certain is it's one big crew, with some of the tallest people she has ever seen in her adventures.

Someone, who she assumes is the captain, begins to speak, “ Hello, you wouldn't happen to have somewhere nice and warm where we can stay, would you?” says a crisp but clear deep voice muffled by a scarf. In fact she can barely see his face at all, nothing but eyes peek out from behind it all.

 “Welcome! I think we have just what you are looking for! I have already started on food and drink’s at the inn. I can lead the way.” Cheyenne says with a smile.

 “Thank you. Lead the way then.” Tracking up the hill to the inn with what looks like a skip in her step, the man chuckles to himself with a hidden smirk.

 “Here we are, we've got tons to eat and drink, so please make yourselves at home!” says Cheyenne. “Much appreciated.” says the man. The crew begin to shed the layers of clothing including the captain. Cheyenne suddenly finds herself staring at the man. She knows him. That's Shanks. 

How could she not know…didn't she look at the ship…? “I guess I didn't,” she says out loud.

 “Didn't what? ” says Shanks with a sly smirk. She must have gone bright red, because his smirk became a wide grin. “Come and sit. Have a drink and loosen up a bit.” he says, patting the seat next to him. 

Cheyenne walks over with a suspicious look on her face that makes him chuckle, “I'm supposed to be working…” she says. 

“I'm sure your boss wouldn't mind if you sat down for a while.” Shanks replies, looking at the boss giving him a thumbs up. “See” his grin getting bigger. 

“Then I definitely can't say no to that.” She laughs awkwardly. Shanks orders a round of beer for the entire inn. Swirling the drink in her hand ,“So, captain of the red haired pirates huh?” she asks.

 “In the flesh” as he downs another drink. 

“I'm sure your stories are more interesting than mine. I’ve traveled some but just for work.” She lightly laughs taking another swig of her drink.

 “Don't be to sure of that. I'm sure yours are just as interesting, if not more.” he says. 

“Well I have found some interesting things recently! Do you wanna see?” she says brightly, almost beaming. 

“I can't say no to that kind of expression now can I.” he says, but she's already down the hall, and into a room. She comes back out a couple of minutes later with something in her arms.

“A dog and a hamster?” he asks, confused. 

“Not just any dog and hamster! The hamster is Fish and the dog  is Otter.” she says, holding out Fish in her hand, and Otter by her legs. “You guys can say hi, you know. It's the polite thing to do.” she says to Fish and Otter. Fish scurried over in front of shanks, let out some squeaks and bowed. Otter just excitedly did some circles around shanks, wagging his tail.

 “Mighty kind of you all! They really understand you real well. You have them well trained.” Shanks says. “Yep, it just takes time and communication, that's all!” she laughs. 

“What brings you guys to our island?” Cheyenne asks.

“Well we needed some supplies. We are running quite low on food and supplies for our doctors.” Shanks replies.

 “Well you stopped by the right place! We have tons of meat, not too much on the crop front though. That's probably obvious because of the cold and snow. We also have a couple of medicine shops around here.” she says. “I can show you all around too!” she beams. 

“That anxious to be back out in that weather?” he jokes. 

“Absolutely! I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. But it's just the way I like it. Snowy and cold” she says, rubbing her hands together.

Shanks lets out a loud laugh “An offer I can't refuse. Alright in the morning you can show us around. Sound good?” he says.

 “Yes absolutely! Thank you!, I mean, of course I'd love to.” She says.

 “Then it's settled. See you in the morning.” Shanks says, takes the last swig of his drink, gets up, and pat's her shoulder.

“Goodnight.” he says. 

“Sleep well.” she replies, looking at him as he walks down the hall, with her hands on her face bright red. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” she says before she walks away for bed.

#red haired shanks #shanks one piece #one piece #my writing #my oc Cheyenne #my first long fic #this is only chapter one!💖 #hope you enjoyed💖

[solosikoasgf]

most ardently ,

prologue. pairing: roman reigns x oc (cheyenne monet) themes: toxic relationship, angst, power dynamic/imbalance? word count: 1, 249 author's note: prologue til first part is ready. not really sure if i like how this came out, but some backstory is important. no current taglist but if you'd like to be included on one, please let me know!

change is something roman is accustomed to - life had been a build up of responsibilities, and it finally felt as if he were reaching the pinnacle of his own potential. things were working out in his favor, but why wouldn't they? why wouldn't they work out for him - when his destiny was set in stone from the time he was a child, looked upon by elders to lead the family into the next generation of greatness.

it felt like all the pieces were finally falling together.

so it's surprising when he reaches his apartment and finds suitcases packed - all cheyenne's.

and his perfectly laid plan falls to pieces.

his jaw is set, tight. hands clenching and unclenching from fists repeatedly while he watches her silently move about the apartment, slowly removing every trace of herself from his life. the changes are small, but noticeable by him.

no fluffy slippers by the couch. candles that once littered every table, countertop surface, are gone. framed pictures that once held their memories are faced down. gone are her toiletries from the bathroom - her ten step skincare routine, the stray tweezer, eyeliner. her favorite body washes that left her scent on his sheets and shirt, gone.

"so you really not gon' talk to me about this. you're just gonna leave." he finally breaks the silence in the doorway of their his bedroom. large hands shoved in his pockets, leaned into the door frame, trying to keep his calm, but his eyebrows are so knit together, mouth in scowl. unclear if he's mad, disappointed, or confused.

"there's nothing else to talk about." is the quiet reply. she doesn't face him, which makes this easier and worse at the same time. he wants, he needs her to look at him. he wants to search the usually warm and kind eyes that usually greet him everyday, wants to be close to the familiar warmth and scent of her body, usually freshly out of the shower by the time he gets home. wants to bury his face in the curly hair she spent so much time fussing over, to run hands over smooth brown skin and curves that drove him wild each and every time.

he can fix this. he’s always been able to fix this.

"there's nothing to talk about? don't play in my face, cheyenne. we talked about this before, you're not leaving. it's not the right ti-"

“i am not a member of the wwe. you don’t run anything around here - besides your mouth. you don’t get to decide what i can and can’t do, like i’m some….like i’m a child. so yeah, you talked about it. but you never asked what i wanted, and so i’m doing what’s best for me.”

her back is still turned, and it’s silent. roman adjusts his stature, stands up straight, breathing in deeply. “and what’s best for you other than being here?”

she finally turns, and he can finally see her. brown eyes are cold rimmed in the lighest pink- she had cried earlier. it strikes him how unfamiliar she feels in this moment, how distant he feels from her. and more than anything, he wants to scoop her in his arms, pull her close, make things better. but he also knows things haven’t been better in a long time - and he was the sole one to blame, though he would never admit it. conversations between them were sparse, texts almost nonexistent. he was gone before she woke up, and she was asleep by the time he got back - or was out. every talk ended up in an argument where he pushed her farther and farther into a corner with his growing list of expectations, how she needed to be, how he didn’t have time for her anymore, how she needed to accept that he was head of the table - and some things couldn’t come first. slowly, cheyenne moved lower and lower on the priority list - but he still held her to the expectation that she would never leave. so when she was offered a job in new york and he shut it down - he expected it to stay that way.

“cheyenne.” his tone low, warning.

“i’m leaving you.”

instead of sinking him, it angers him more. his hands clench harder into fists, knuckles turning white.

“ever since you got these titles, you’re just different, but in the worst way. it’s all about the brag for you - you’re getting more dangerous, more ruthless. and instead of checking that at the ring, you bring it back here. do you even realize how you’ve been talking to me recently? how you’ve been treating me?”

roman laughs darkly, shaking his head as he moves across the floor to stand in front of her. “you sure that’s it? because you weren’t complaining when i got this place - when i was taking you out to five star restaurants, buying you jewelry - but now that you can’t get what you want from me, i’m the problem, huh?” she’s taking advantage, is all he can think. using me for what i’ve got, for who i am. she don't respect me.

and disrespect is something he can't tolerate.

he's too stubborn to see the slow but steady morph in his own personality. how the boyish charm had left his eyes, replaced by something more sinister, hungry, combative. requests become demands, loyalty is required, and there are no questions. he can’t see how he’s morphed before his own eyes, too distracted and lost in bravado, his own success.

her face contorts, and she scoffs, shaking her head and stuffing clothes in the suitcase faster - not taking her usual care of folding. “If that’s what you want to think, fine. i’m too tired to fight with you.”

“nah.” he moves the suitcase, messily slapping it shut, shoving it off the bed so he can have her full attention. a visible vein on his neck starts to silently pulse. “since you got something to say, say it.”

“no.”

“you don’t get to tell me no.”

“okay. fuck you. and fuck your title. and fuck your little posse, and fuck this apartment and fuck all that shit you bought and fuck-” cheyenne is yelling by now, shoving her hands against his chest, ripping sheets off the bed, swiping things off of their dresser. “fuck you and fuck this entire fucking relationship!” she breathes hard, and her anger only drives his own. “i don’t want to be here with you when your head is shoved so far up your ass you can’t see anything in front of you. i’m supposed to pause my career for you? to be some lapdog that comes when you whistle? no. i'm not doing it, and i'm not putting up with this anymore.”

"so you think you gon' find anybody better than me out there?" roman hovers over her, and though he towers, she still stands proudly, head tilted up, defiant. "you think anybody can measure up to me? take me on? you're mistaken, babygirl. you walk out that door, you will never-" he leans closer, voice dangerously low, reserved only enemies in the ring - "be welcome in my world again."

"good. because i never want to come back."

an hour later, the apartment is empty.

when he sleeps, roman doesn't know if he's made the right choice, or a terrible mistake.

but a small dark voice in his mind assures him this is right. she wasn't ready. she couldn't handle it. he didn't need anybody. he didn't need her. he could do this by himself.

#fic : most ardently #cheyenne x roman #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns imagine #wwe fanfiction #black fanfic writer #chile idk how tags work anymore. ive been on this site too long.

[s0ckh3adstudios]

no you don't understand don't look at the other posts my art got better i swear I PROMISE DON'T LOOK IN THE TAG DON'T NO-

( these goobers except for Dill are from @lord-bep and @cheygrembaby HIII MY BUDDIES )

#sock art #pizza tower #pizza tower oc #pizza tower dill #pizza tower mac #pizza tower cheese #pizza tower cheyenne #pizza tower chey #Cycles Continue

[1gramofquinn]

belén the goth mouse 🕸️🐭

#.art #oc tag #sculpted her while watching a ton of anthony perkins movies #i know she doesnt have a tail but i still love her . . . #OOAK #ooak dolls #ooak community #dolls #sculpting #furry #furry art #furry doll #anthro #anthro character #goth #goth art #ooak doll #smoking #artists on tumblr #belén cheyenne (doll/oc) #doll making tag

[storiesaremylife]

Doing a series that's my fic characters as Charlie Bowater's official art for the series.

#in order we have #aiden herondale and cheyenne andrews #aiden herondale and jonah carstairs #and #jonah carstairs and jessalyn rosales #my art #shadowhunters #clace #kierarktina #herongraystairs #jessa #my ocs

[ptanalo]

Nisha-centric sketch dump wooo

#my art #ocs #oc: nisha maeda #oc: winnifred jain #oc: cheyenne yen #oc: sunny chantel #I was done with this ages ago but I thought I'd be able to churn out more and never posted it........... #anyways I don't draw her enough my spikey watermelon

[drowsydarling]

digimon oc doodlesssssssssss

#oc: cheyenne #oc: Jessie #digimon oc #digimon #demidevimon

[melocores]

here are my main olnf mcs!! left to right >> ( chey , robin , avery , mink / madeleine , 9th / kuro )

#our life now and forever #olnf #olnf mc #cheyenne wu #avery guzman de ville #robin castillo #madeleine mink ottaviano #kuro 9th imai #olnf oc #our life fanart #our life mc #our life #our life: now & forever #art

[theartgremlin]

Slightly spicy Wrecker fanart under the cut!!

Ive been noticing there’s not a lot of soft aftercare content in smut. Usually you just get a climax and then it ends a few paragraphs later. As someone who’s a little sex-repulsed, I really, really like the snuggling and bonding that comes before and after the “main event”, and I really wish we saw more of that. So have a soft Wrecker cuddling with Cheyenne :)

#(did this piece come from an episode of gremlindepression that required an immediate and gigantic hug? Maaaaybeee) #it’s been a bit since I posted any Cheyenne content #haven’t really had any inspiration for her lately #wrecker bad batch #clone commando wrecker #cheyenne alder #star wars oc #gremlin oc’s #clone force 99 #star wars clones #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #star wars

[quichecat]

made them smooch teehee

ft @skeletonbread ´s sweet sweet blorbos mwAH ❤️

#happy valentines month blabla #ollie finally getting that orc #good for him #my art #my ocs #oc cheyenne #oc catastrophe #oc aegidius #leander and rowan #i love them your honor #oc meme #oc kiss meme #valentines day

[peppermintfreak]

Inspired by this post

#wizard101 #wizard101 fandom #pirate101 #w101 #p101 oc #my art #considering on making a storm just so i could play as cheyenne in wiz #this meme was just so perfect for these three #the one that shouldn't be named because tumblr censors her #vito #belgrim

[softtidesworld]

bullworth bitch (affectionate)

cheyenne wip (look close enough at the belly and jkwkanabsja STRETCH MARKS YEA)

(also her edges uhhh…. no comment i tried)

#oc: cheyenne johnson #lil’ cj #can u tell im trying my best to draw #ibispaintx #bully cce #cce oc #bully oc #general faceclaim is unknown but maybeee moesha era brandy??? #idk bud🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

[s0ckh3adstudios]

To me. He sounds like Chowder.

( @cheygrembaby Chey cameo.... )

#sock art #pizza tower #pizza tower oc #pizza tower dill #pizza tower pizzahead #pizza tower spoilers #pizza tower gustavo #pizza tower brick #pizza tower cheyenne