#clover’s ocs: seth

[axtrr]

Character Intro: Seth

nsfw under the cut as usual <3

𖤐 you and Seth didn’t meet under the best circumstances, as is the case with demons and people who make deals with them. he found you beaten and bloody in a dark alleyway, minutes away from death, and presented you with a deal: he’d extend your life, and promised you a much more peaceful death when your time did come, but your soul would belong to him for eternity, including your afterlife.

𖤐 that being said, you expected to make the deal and never see him again (until you died, of course), but he stayed with you. he explained that most deals with humans can be made and collected on when required, no extra contact needed, but a deal in which the course of a human life is changed requires a more formal pact, so he would be staying for quite a while.

𖤐 he gets real comfortable, real fast. the first night, when you suggested that he sleep on the couch or an air mattress, he laughed in your face. "Yeah, no. If you don't wanna sleep in bed with me, that's up to you, but I'm not spending my time out of hell on a mortal's couch."

𖤐 you did end up joining him, though too late to stop him from hogging the blanket. you would have complained, but sleeping next to him turned out to feel like sleeping next to a goddamn fireplace. you weren't cold in the slightest.

𖤐 you're the only one who can see him unless he chooses to reveal himself, so he goes to work with you- which lead to him noticing that you tend to sacrifice your own comfort for others, taking on responsibilities that were by all means not yours. This earned you the nickname "martyr," and the more you try to push it away, the more fun Seth has calling you by it.

𖤐 this man is a hardcore sadist. 'gentle' isn't in his vocabulary unless the safeword gets used and/or he's giving you aftercare. get ready for a lot of degradation, humiliating positions, and just straight up pain. he’s learned just about every way possible to make a human scream, writhe, and sob, and he’s perfectly content pushing you to your limits to get the exact reaction he has in mind.

𖤐 HOWEVER: he won’t even touch you without discussing your boundaries at length. he’s adamant on it, if you aren’t comfortable, then it’s not fun for either of you. this is one of the very few topics he’ll take seriously around you.

𖤐 he’s got a wide array of kinks, he’s a certified freak seven days a week and he’s been that way since the dawn of time. his personal favorite thing to have you do is read from various holy texts out loud, using a riding crop on you when you fuck up. which, thanks to him, is often.

𖤐 you did try role reversal once, and he’s somehow more frustrating as a sub than a dom. he’s bratty and crass enough to make you blush like crazy even when you’re trying to look scary. he found it adorable, and this particular scene ended with him bending you over the couch and fucking you til your legs gave in.

#clover’s ocs: seth #asks open #requests open #monster x you #monster x human #monster lover #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #my fic #exophilia #nsft fic #terato #demon x human #mdni #minors dni #clover’s ocs #cw blasphemy #cw religion #religious kink

[collabwithmyself]

couple of silly charts (blanks included)

#collab doodles #collab ocs #seth #verity #friday #pandora #kirstynne #paetra #clover #seraphina #ven #joshua #cadell #hitoshi #hironori #emi #aoi #akiko #ayaka #ko #jester #jackie #anon #artisan #yukiko

[zoeythefloppyceilingchild]

*casually posts some redesigns + new OCs (and NE!Bob lol)*

#Clover #Seth #Aron #Lucy #lunathehalfbreedfreak #Luna #Ayuna Akako #Ayuna #new OCs! #can anyone find the NE!Bob? #ne!bob #gacha life 2 #gacha #FNF #fnf minus #fnf corruption mod

[downsizedclab]

WIDE range of reactions here actually

#g/t #gt #collab ocs #collab doodles #verity #jackie #ko #akiko #seth #paetra #joshua #cadell #ayaka #raphael #kirstynne #seraphina #hitoshi #clover #friday #ven #hironori #aoi #emi

[altokel]

Gonna post this again on the new blog just so I can throw in a bunch of tags for my scp ocs but also feel free to ask about any of these guys

#my art #i guess #my ocs #ok tag time. every character in order lets go: #oc: dr. luna #oc: dr. khoshekh #oc: clover jade / D-7777 #oc: dr. autumn #oc: axel #oc: tala #oc: marie onette #oc: websurfer #oc: andromeda #oc: achlys #the bastet archive #oc: seth #oc: ebony hathor #oc: darius #oc: sara

[nocturnalazure]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose as many sims/ocs as you'd like for this question, What's something INCREDIBLY obscure and/or out-of-pocket about your sim/oc? Something that nobody (fellow sims and/or your followers and mutuals) knows 👀 (This could be things about their social skills, physicality and/or birth defects, or it could be something they vaguely remember, a dream they had that actually predicted the future, etc etc... whatever you come up with)

( p.p.s freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the # SQOTD ~ 💛 )

Oh, thank you Anon! What a lovely question!

I love daydreaming about my OCs and I can come up with a thousand little details about them. I also love integrating those details into my story whenever possible. But the game is sometimes limiting and I can't show everything that I'd like to show, that's why I'm so grateful for OC asks: I get the chance to mention all those things that make up my characters and that would never get mentioned otherwise.

(I'm writing a whole essay again, I'll try to make it short)

So here are a few facts from previous character development questions/oc asks in which I've mentioned a detail that was simply never mentioned or shown in the story, directly or indirectly. :)

Nathaniel: drives too fast and gets speeding tickets. Would have liked to be a piano teacher.

Theo: got the 'heart of stone' lifetime reward. Likes Carmina Burana.

Ralph: was an alcoholic at some point. [NB: that's actually more or less induced in the very first scene in which he appears, which is in a watering hole] Listens to country music. Likes to sniff Pippa's belongings (like a dog!).

Sam: is a fan of Lily Allen. Has a husky voice. Tried to make latte art but failed. Uses "moron" a lot. Is a spendthrift.

Noah: was supposed to become a gigolo in my original storyline for him. Is a repressed Borderline.

Ash: actually strongly autistic-coded. He described love as being (I quote) "a four-leaf clover". Forgets pens everywhere he goes.

Uli: is scared of pigeons.

Ivy: her mother died of cancer when she was a baby. Is scared of old age and her body failing her. Likes sex toys.

Seth: the car he repaired at some point in the story was bought by Yu Wong (Anh's grandmother). His greatest fear was that Erik would suffer from something he's done. Doesn't like people touching him (except his wife).

Tristan: his rings are signet rings (the one on his thumb bears his family crest, the one on his little finger has a rather unidentifiable gemstone coming from his mother). Met in person King Louis XIV of France, Bach and Charlie Chaplin.

Laurie: his favorite drink is Gin & Tonic. Has a Discord account.

Anh: loves mooncakes. Watches anime.

Eloise: doesn't like video games. Loves the holiday season and listening to Tristan playing the piano.

Erik: is a fan of Deadpool and Wolverine. Loves the smell of gasoline and cinnamon.

Romeo: went by Federico in gay bars. Would like to adopt a cat. Is an excellent swimmer.

Jamie: dips his chip back into the salsa after taking a bite. Doesn’t call ahead when he’s late. Chews on his fingernails.

Omar: loves pistachios and Candy Crush.

#replies #character development #sqotd

[redteawitch]

3,4,7,18,20,25 for your group :3

3) When is your OC’s birthday or what is their zodiac sign if you haven’t picked a date yet? Answer both if you wish. Shi: May 18th, Taurus Angel: October 31st, Scorpio Ed: December 19th, Sagittarius Clover: November 27th, Sagittarius

4) What color or colors do you most associate with your OC? Shi: red, black, purple - anything royal and rich Angel: light blue, brown, russet - colours of ores and earthy tones Ed: purple, red, navy blue, white - anything sciencey Clover: greens, browns, pinks - rich earthy tones

7) Does your OC have a favorite and least favorite food? Shi and Ed were both lavished so aren't too picky about what they eat, though Shini is very childlike in that he takes a while to eat vegetables. As for Angel and Clover, their lives have made it so they can't be picky or they run the risk of starvation, though Clover isn't too fond of porridge/oatmeal.

18) What is your OC’s greatest fear? Shi: Losing his loved ones again and not being able to stop it Angel: Being abused and used again Ed: His nightmares coming true Clover: She's yet to reveal that to me but has hinted that it has something to do with Seth

20) What hobbies does your OC have? All the boys share sword play and training as a hobby. Shi: Wine making, gardening and playing violin Angel: Smithying, jewelry making Ed: Researching and experimenting to find new medical advancements Clover: Archery, baking, painting, singing

25) The name you chose for your OC, why did you chose it? Shini: I'm a huge weeb and I was like >.> in my late teens early twenties when I chose it. Plus it seems to fit him since he's surrounded by death. Angel: He looks like an (stereotypical) angel so it was an easy choice Edward: Surprised me. It just came to me, his original name was Inoy- a name I just made up on the spot because he needed one. Clover: I've always loved the name and it was fitting for a Dryad.

#hailtothepumpkinqueen #kai is asked #thank you for the ask! #shini blitz #edward inoy southbridge #angel coal #clover mcloughlin

[gritsandbrits]

Hazbin OCs and their main defense

Evan -> dual swords -> Violin -> Mark of Cain/Invincibility

Ava -> Spear-> bow and arrow

Flora -> flower pendant

Eve -> lyre -> bo staff -> Healing song

Clover -> club -> bayonet/gun blade

Abel -> shepherd's hook

Seth -> guitar axe

Enoch -> mallet and sword

Gramma Cass -> molotov cocktail

Notes:

Evan originally uses dual swords but they are broken at some point and reforged as a violin. The bow is used as a sword and violin as a shield. This is to go along with Adam's guitar axe.

there's a scene where Ava is disguised as one of the Exterminators and the spear she's given turns into a bow and arrow because it's her fated weapon & she was already a practicing archer back on Earth.

Eve uses a lyre and her voice is used as a healing song, parallel to Lilith's song power. She also uses a simple staff which was formed from a walking stick & i guess she had it back in her Eden days.

Flora isn't a fighter so instead she is given Holy Protection

Cass used to be in riots so she knows how to make molotovs.

Seth has a guitar axe similar because Adam adores him that much. Abel is given a hook staff based on his living days and current occupation herding counting sheep.

Enoch (who i read was adam's son) wields a mallet and sword symbolizing the duak nature of the Cain bloodline and humanity to an extent.

My self insert clover uses a club at first then as she gets more experience switches to something more effective.

[resetting37]

Snow !

@duck-n-clover asked: "We had a little snow today so it's on the mind but I wonder how ur project ocs feel about the snow!"

First, I'm happy and I hope ur having a good time with the snow ! (still waiting for my snowy day lol) Second, thank you for the question ! Kind of crazy I never considered what my ocs would think of the snow.

Adam - As long as he's indoors, snow is fine. He may even admit it's kind of pretty. It makes a good excuse for staying in. Adam would, however, become the crankiest person in the world if he's forced to be outside in the snow.

Lilith - If she can find it freshly fallen, it makes a good snack.

Celeste - It's the most beautiful site ! It makes the sky bright and makes the surrounding atmosphere more vibrant in color when the snow bounces off its light. (make sure someone is recording her speak about her love for snow ! She is Evelow's Tundra Mascot !)

Seth - *picks up icicles* free weapons ! (Maybe someone should tell him about snowball fights, that'd be much safer)

Sean - You know how most people are like "I miss [opposite season than what it currently is]" ? Sean is the opposite. If it's snowing, snowing is his favorite weather. His favorite part is making footprints into fresh snow.

Trinity - You know how most people are like "I miss [opposite season than what it currently is]" ? Trinity is exactly like that. She only compliments the snow when it's the dead middle of summer. When there is snow, she goes on about how the heat is much better.

#oc talk #adam #lilith #celeste #seth #sean #trinity #yes i copy and pasted the same opening sentence for trinity I was trying to be funny :-/

[elementaldoughnut12]

🍩 Doughnut Library 🍩

*The best place to find a good fic and to eat a doughnut*

*Also my ao3 is Elementalexperimental*

Lazy Birthday - Ambrollins

A Father's Love - Chuck Taylor & Wheeler Yuta

Little Violet - Sami Zayn/Ludwig Kaiser

Orange Cowboy - Hangman Adam Page/Orange Cassidy

Happy Birthday Dandelion - Sami Zayn/Ludwig Kaiser

Pleasure Points - MoxNick

Birthday Cowgirl - Hangman Adam Page/John Silver/Alex Reynolds

Handmade Gift - KennyNick

Laffy Matty - KennyMatt

Sharks Teeth Scavengers - Claudio Castagnoli/Eddie Kingston

Sweet Birthday - Ambrollins

Silver Knight and Little Clover - LA Knight/JD McDonagh

Comfort the Princess - Seth Rollins/Sami Zayn/Drew McIntyre

It's Not Over - KennyMatt

Diamonds and Doughnuts - Jey Uso/OC

Sweet Punishment - LA Knight/JD McDonagh/Solo Sikoa, SamiJey

#my fic list #doughnut library #read a fic and eat a doughnut #🍩🍩🍩

[crispy-bonnie]

Toughen Up — HOXBON

based off of a character.ai thing that happened . i wanted to write a very specific segment of it , but i wanted to provide a bit more context before doing so . anyways- hurt comfort !! yipee !!

also featuring @thelocalbozo’s ocs , seth and zeora . just a small mention tho . damien , don’t read this it’s angst-

“Ugh,” Huffed Bon as their nearly limp form rested upon the soft couch cushions, their gaze aimlessly wandering up at the ceiling as their head pounded with nicotine and their ears filled with an overwhelming ringing. In their hand was a purple colored cylinder, filled with a grape jelly vape flavoring and the very drug they were smoking. “My fuckin’ head…”

As per usual, Bon had overdone it with the vaping once more, now lightheaded and in pain. This dull yet annoying sensation wasn’t new to them, but it still bugged them nonetheless. The feeling was starting to become too much, and it showed. With no other option, they arose from the sofa, leaving their vape to rest as they slowly but surely trudged their way to the staircase.

It wasn’t long before the now out of breath Bon was standing at the doorway of Dallas, Hoxton and Clover’s shared office, their weight shifted against the doorframe as to provide some sort of stability.

“Hoxton?” They called out between breaths, now much more lightheaded due to the energy wasted trying to climb up the stairs. The sound of their voice caught the aforementioned Brit’s attention, causing him to turn his head to Bon for only a moment.

“What is it?” Hoxton hummed, curious but still focused on his work as he observed Bon’s unstable condition. Though they were behaving as if they were about to pass out, he didn’t seem to pay much mind to it, especially since these moments were starting to become a bit more frequent. “You smoked too much again, I assume?”

Bon only gave him a weak nod in response, eliciting a sigh from Hoxton as he turned his entire body over to them. As much as he wanted to help them and take care of them, he was starting to become quite fed up with how many times that they had retreated to him for help. It was a nice ego boost at first, but now it started to feel like a chore having to take care of his partner. Usually he wouldn’t think much of it, but with how his mood had been dropping over the past few days, he couldn’t help but think about all the negatives with Bon.

“Listen, Bon,” Hoxton started, pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment and lowering his head. Though he hadn’t even began his speech, Bon already could tell that Hoxton wasn’t going to say anything sweet. “I love you, but you really need to stop doing this.”

Bon was about to open their mouth to speak, barely even being able to part their lips before Hoxton spoke another word.

“You’re so sensitive to all these things; The smallest thing will make you cry. It’s not good for you, or for us. You’re a criminal, Bon. You need to toughen up for once, okay?”

Bon felt tears start to well up in their now wide eyes, caught off guard by what he had said. As much as they wanted to take this statement lightheartedly, they couldn’t help but think back to all of their previous behavior. He was right. They were far too sensitive, especially in this line of work.

“Okay…” Muttered Bon, their lip starting to quiver as they let go of the doorframe they had been leaning against. Hoxton nodded, dismissing them with a small “Good” before turning back to his work. Bon turned to leave, but not without sparing Hoxton another glance before walking away. They felt awful now. Had they really been that much of a burden? Was the gang starting to find them annoying with their hypersensitivity? Was Hoxton fed up with how much they had been nurtured?

All these thoughts swarmed their head as they returned to the commons room, their hand reaching for their vape to take another hit. He was right; they truly needed to toughen up.

//

It’d been nearly a week since that small interaction between the couple, and things had seemingly carried out as normal. Heists had been completed successfully, safe house raids were fought off with ease, all seemed to be fine… at least in that sense.

What wasn’t fine was Bon’s behavior. Rather than seeing their usual sensitive yet upbeat self, they seemed to be a lot more dismissive and cold. At first, the gang thought that they were just having a bad few days, but it started to concern them when Bon kept this behavior going. They seemed to be withdrawing from practically everyone; they spent little time hanging out with Seth and Zeora, Sydney and Joy would barely even get a greeting every time they passed by, even Hoxton’s sweet remarks to them would be brushed off. The only time the crew would see Bon express anything is during heists, yet it was only the usual adrenaline-induced anger or urgency.

The gang was starting to become increasingly concerned about this new switch in demeanor, especially Hoxton. Despite having a bad mood days prior, he still cared for his love. It worried him to no end seeing them act so unusual, so Hoxton decided that it was about time to interrogate them about this.

“Bon?” Called Hoxton from the top of the stairs, observing as Bon sat in their designated corner playing video games. They barely even pried their focus away from the screen, not even acknowledging his call with a look or word. He sighed, now descending down to where Bon sat before tapping his fingers against their desk. “Bon. We need to talk.”

This statement is what pulled Bon out of their initial focus, tapping a button on their controller to pause the game being displayed before them as they turned their gaze over to Hoxton. The cold and unreadable glance felt like a slap in the face to him, but he commented none on it as he spoke once more:

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting… off.”

Bon only responded to his inquiry with a shrug, turning back to their screen and getting ready to resume their gameplay, but Hoxton stopped them as he rested his hand on their controller. This elicited a huff from Bon, making them put said item down as they now glared at Hoxton.

“I’m fine.” Bon said, their words firm and dripping with spite. Hoxton could feel his heart cracking just by hearing the tone, unable to believe what they had just said.

“No, you’re not,” Hoxton huffed, returning the same tone without the spitefulness in it as he gave them a stern stare. “You’ve been acting really strange. It’s like you’re avoiding us. What happened?”

“Nothing.” Bon responded, this time standing up as they once more gave him a piercing glare. They were definitely upset, and as much as Hoxton didn’t want to pry them about it, he knew that it was affecting them to a very heavy extent.

“‘Nothing’ is making you act all bitchy?” Hoxton could feel his anger rising at their dismissiveness, curling his hands into fists as he attempted to contain this newfound frustration. “‘Nothing’ is making you ignore us? Really? You’re a lot sweeter than this, I know that for sure. C’mon, what happened to the soft Bon that I know and love?”

“That ‘soft’ Bon is dead and gone,” They hissed, air-quoting the word ‘soft’ as they nearly were about to push him away just as he stepped forward. “Listen, we’re criminals. We can’t just act all lovey-dovey and cute all the time; you said it yourself. It’s about time that I toughened up.”

Hoxton froze at this, suddenly remembering what he had said to them prior to this whole debacle. Now he couldn’t help but feel guilty over it as his gaze drifted to the ground. Had they really taken when he said that harshly?

“My love,” He started, hesitating to reach up and cup their cheeks gently. “You know I didn’t mean it like that…”

“What else could you have possibly meant?” Bon huffed, stepping away from the Brit once more before folding their arms over their chest as they waited for a response. Nothing. “That’s what I thought.”

With this, Bon stormed past the now guilt-ridden Hoxton, him barely being able to register anything else as he watched his beloved storm off. Now he knew why Bon was behaving so unusually, and he hated every part of it. Not only because it was heartbreaking to see Bon in such a state, but also because he knew that he was to blame for their withdrawal. What was he thinking when he said that? Why did he say it? He would get fed up sometimes, sure, but he didn’t mean to push them away like that.

Hoxton wanted to apologize; he desperately wanted to make it up to Bon, but he wasn’t sure of how to. It was because of him that they had lost that light that brought them to keep going. It was because of him that the spark in Bon’s eyes whenever they would become happy or the gleam in their eyes when they’re gloomy had disappeared. Now all he had was cold stares and dismissive words from them.

He lost the one thing that seemed to brighten up his days.

Yet, Hoxton was determined to make amends.

#payday 2 #payday #fanfiction #fanfic #self insert #tw self destructive thoughts #tw self destructive behavior #self ship #payday oc #payday hoxton #payday 2 hoxton #oc x canon #oc x cc

[axtrr]

Blood, Sweat, & Tears

surprise! it’s october! i know myself well enough to know that there’s no way in hell i’ll post daily ever but WEEKLY i can do! so each friday in october i’ll post a lil drabble for y’all :]

apologies in advance for the slutty mess that is this post.

Sadist!Demon/Masochist!Reader | 18+, minors do not interact

warnings/general elements: sadism, masochism (obviously), blood, claws, a hint of hair-pulling, biting, mild dacryphilia, manhandling (Seth tosses you around like a ragdoll, RIP), degradation, couch sex, rough sex, begging

Seth’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling your head back towards his as razor-sharp claws dragged over your thigh. The demon had never been a fan of gentle sex, but tonight he was being particularly cruel— not that you minded.

“You whine like a bitch in heat,” he snarled into the skin of your neck before biting hard enough to draw blood. He shoved you down on his lap, digging his nails deeper into your soft skin, ripping a mixture of a moan and a pained cry from your throat as you rode him. You couldn’t stop shaking, especially not when his teeth finally tore away from your flesh with a soft rip.

He licked your blood off his lips and kissed you, his right hand still tangled in your hair, making you painfully aware of how little control you had in this.

It was all Seth could do to hold onto your hips and keep himself inside of you without cumming just yet— it was so hard to hold back, though; you were so cute when you were in pain, when your pretty tears were running down those soft cheeks.

“M-More,” you pleaded, eyes hazy with need, “please…lemme move…”

He paused, and just as you opened your mouth to beg again, he shoved you under him on the couch.

“Fine,” he sneered, “impatient little whore.”

With his lips pressed to your neck, tongue flitting over the wound he made, Seth positioned himself between your legs again and slammed back inside you with no warning. A twitch jolted through you in response and the demon only took a moment to chuckle at your reaction before continuing to pound into you at a steady pace, getting deeper and earning a new moan from you with each rock of his hips.

His breath came out harsh and ragged against your jawline as you began to squirm beneath him out of pure instinct, a part of you feeling like a scared animal trapped under the body of a much larger predator.

Your struggle was ended swiftly, though, because Seth didn't even need to try holding you down. All he needed was to give another rough thrust, satisfied when your breath hitched.

“Filthy slut. Look at you, so needy…so easy to break. I’ll bet if I just touch here,” he pressed his thumb against a bruise on your thigh, drawing a pained moan from you, and smirked at your response. “That’s what I wanna hear, baby. That’s it, keep making those noises for me.”

#clover’s ocs: seth #clover’s ocs #asks open #requests open #monster lover #monster fucker #monster x human #monster x you #my fic #nsft fic #exophilia #monster boyfriend #demon x human #kinktober

[collabwithmyself]

I love making posts like this whenever the gc argues about Christianity in a God dishonoring sort of way

#collab doodles #collab ocs #swaa #paetra #verity #friday #clover #seth

[shslpunkartist]

This is the list of all the characters in the Punk Verse Cast. If I'm missing anyone, let me know, and I'll edit this.

This is mainly for me to keep track of my characters (as well as counting on you guys for your memories cuz mine is garbage)

Under the readmore cuz mmmm there's a lot. No it's not gonna include the au versions

"Canon"

Keith BF

Amelia GF

Pico Pico (lolz)

Darnell

Nene

Otis

Barry

Olivia

Cass (and the Goth Gang)

Damien

Core

Zardy

Gold

CG

Buster

Jack

DD & MM

LD

Sunky

Garcello & Annie (wip)

Senpai/Hikaru (wip)

Boy & Girl (wip)

Tankman (wip)

Ocs

Naomi

Seth

Beat-Z

Kurai

Leroy

Tsuri

Mochi

Serenity

Morgana

Melissa

Zackerie

Willow

August

Nico

Summer and Saria

Marie & Adam

Grammy

Olivia's parents (I'll edit this when I'm not tired and will look up their names)

Roxanne and Bibi

Xeno

Rae

Sunny

Serenity

Mochi (and his husband)

Eva

Ezekiel

Milo

Matthew, Nora, and Michael (the shitty family)

Dawn

Clover

Punk trio (Oreo, Cherri, and Pachinko)

Beat-Z's enemy (wip design-wise)

Pets

Sharky the husky

Maracas the rattlesnake

Milkyway the sea creature

Pool Noodle the ferret

Honeysuckle and Poompkin the pumpkin crawlers

(I know I said I wouldn't include au stuff but) Cheeto the fire breathing lizard (I think that's his name. It's in PD!Pico's old bio)

#I'm probably forgetting a buncha people.. #I'm very tired but I wanted to write this list out #this will be something to look back to for when I get the profiles together #please let me know if I forgot anyone #Punk Verse #the Cast

[coxinhadoce47-ocs]

Oc List V2

I decided to redo the oc list since there was quite a lot of changes on ocs.

(?) Means unsure if I'll keep them

Current number: 270

Last updated: 03/08/2023

Shockwave:

Alan, Aiden, Josiah, Renesmee, Aaron, Andrew, Mika, Anthony, Kennedy, Thomas

EAD:

Seth, April, Dereck, Alexa, Magnus, Alexander, Adam, Alex, Steve, Leyla, Jordan, Jafarael, Jonathan, Lauren, Louis, Martha

BRY:

Douglas, Robin, Flavian, Ginger, Oliver, Violet, Bruno, Rose, Aurel, Bert, Cendrine, Albino, Maurice, Maggie, Skie, Amber

WTML:

Hunter, Annie, Hortense, Allen, Hyazinth, Selenie, Amber, Malwine, Laila, Fiona, Kerry, Yasemine, Misa, Elliot, Octavian, Noah, Skye, Delilah, Madeline, Hermes, Aurelie

HCWT:

Bethany, Lancer, Belle, Aster, Cherry, BlackJack, Cooper, Delfi, Obelia, Levi, Berry, Strin, Taylor, Epaminondas, Bárbara, Mistral, Mabel, Claire, Nathaniel, Daniel, Bettle, Jay, Nico, Juneau, Laertis

VM:

Cameron, Ethan, Dante, Nathan, Carter

BTTW:

Ciel, August, Sabrina, Jean, Heitor, Caleb, Aisha

LZZ:

Linth, Zack, Lanye

Blue Peppermints:

Sam, Antony

Pluto:

Pluto, Bailey, Bowie, Audrey, Stephen, Connor

F&P:

Ester, Matthew

OOE:

Othelo, Orian, Elias, Josh, Geraldo, Cole, Marygold, Oscar, Pandora, Carla, Erion, Rosa, Abel, Dalila, Miri, Tadeu, Varian, Hortênsio, Ptelieu, Liriam, Gosif, Busconereu, Edivaldo, Liriam, Atena, Jana (?), Caim, Afonso, Alexandre, Edimundo, Parion

WS:

Todd, Kaia

C&B:

Max, Clover, Skips

Birblove:

Raven, Paloma, Dália, Neil, Eden

Phoenix & Dominic:

Phoenix, Dominic, Lilith, Morgana, Caesar, Azatoth

Dead Hearts:

Chiller, Autumn, Summer, Amarílis

WTAE:

Gabriel, Pedro Carlos, Apolo, Samira, Sandra, Maria Fernanda, Laura

AGG:

Ariest, Garcodeu, Ghaterieu, Hirian, Aestry, Rocal, Sarin, Edgar, Sion, Karel, Lastres, Kion, Jarvel, Tanue, Vercoga, Darsoto, Liare, Pentarieu, Fael, Bell, Crux, Madalien

Catboy:

Eddie

Flower Fairies:

Miosótis, Rosalie, Quincy, Hydrangea, Hille, Dianthus, Chevi, Meg, Bonnie, Miace

Mint Lavender:

Bruno, Vitor, Amanda, Eva

Minecraft ocs:

Erin, Darien

Breek Spring:

Jasper, Isaac, Holly, Jade

HK oc:

Leaf

Edrian stuff:

Edrian, Edrian dad 1, Edrian dad 2 (still nameless)

Valiant Heart:

Valiant, Credence, Enol

TDS:

Elijah, Davi, Jonas, Zagan

Flower Princes:

Hyacinth, Galanth

Royal Demon:

Samuel, Tadeu, Jed, Hector, Tobias, Verônica, Esther, Theo

Changeling:

Jackson, Charlie, Dylan, Aspen

HNK oc:

Jeremejevite

In Your Graces:

Grace, Raphael, Gabriel, Damien, Safira, Clement, Joseph, Marianne, Hope, Manuel, Cícero, Providence, Rosemary, Charity, Innocence, Afanazi, "Patroclus"

Dragon Elfs:

West, North, East

TOH ocs:

Cain, Salem, Orien, Caleb, William, Alexander, Rowan Clawthorne

SDV ocs:

Barb, Carlos

#oc list #pinned post #oc talk

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

She Has My Heart: A One-Shot

What have Leah and Clover been up too since we last saw them in that cute three-bedroom house in VT?

Leah Clearwater x Black!Female!OC. 

CW/TW: Talks of miscarriages (a little crass at point too). Please skip as necessary.

Series

-----Three Years Later----

Seth’s not sure what to expect when the door swings open. The last he heard there was just a lot of waiting. And waiting. And…more waiting. He hadn’t been able to fly back for the baby shower on account of cost and Black Pack responsibilities. Though, he and his mother did send a gift. The thing about it though is that Seth had a promise. Not that anyone knew of it but Seth knew. 

 “You’re shaking,” Sue comments, smoothing a fly away behind Seth’s ear. 

He’d let it grow out some. It is a reckless tasks, given how his coat in wolf-form was shaggy now too. But Seth sort of liked the freedom it gave him. He was phasing less frequently  so it didn’t matter much about the length of his fur anyway. Seth could see his old self--the one that was truly chipper as the inky strands started to fall across his face. It’s not to say that Seth’s lost any of his sunny disposition. There’s still the joke that his smile might actually blind someone. But the nights he spent mourning his father, the nights spent clawing at his skin for being a shifter aren’t as easy to hide from himself. 

Seth almost feels like he could reach back--when looking at his reflection--and touch the kid he once was with the longer tresses. Like maybe a part of him has never gone away,  just buried to only now be unearthed--sweeped gently when he pulls his hair back.  Seth could now excavate, digging and brushing gently at the depths that time had tucked away. And perhaps the hair is only ever going to be a temporary fix.  Jacob would want him to cut it again soon. Not that Seth thought he’d let it grow much longer than it already was at his cheeks. 

But is is nice. Even if only for a small little while. 

“It’s my nephew. I want to make a good first impression,” Seth returns. 

“He’s a baby. He’s already impressed,” Sue laughs. 

But it’s not just any baby. It’s Leah and Clover’s baby--rainbow baby to be exact. After two miscarriages, Seth figured that maybe they would give up. But Clover insisted. He wonders if Clover’s insistence to try for a last time is out of spite, attempting to prove something since it would’ve been Leah’s eggs again they attempted with. But science, or spite, doesn’t really matter. What does is the fact that the only thing between Seth and his nephew right now is a door. A singular green door, made of three plates, no less than six screws, a knob, frosted windows on the side. A singular man-made object. But yet instead a barrier. 

The green door creaks open, gentle at first and through the crack Seth catches Clover’s voice, “I need a shirt!”

Leah laughs for a moment. “It might help first to actually get off the couch.”

It doesn’t really matter when the house opens to him fully and there, strapped to Leah’s slightly turned back is him--Nova. His cheeks are full, eyes blinking but clearly on the verge of closing. He’s tucked in closely to the board--the blanket holding him is white and navy blue embroidered. “Look at you,” Sue coos, waving gently at the baby. 

“I love him. Already. We’re going to be best buds,” Seth remarks, awe painting his voice. “Can I wear--” 

“Yeah, you can. C’mon  in,” Leah laughs, interrupting the question before it’s fully asked. 

The living room greets Sue and Seth to the arches of the kitchen directly behind the sofa. The house is relatively small. Bigger than what Seth and Leah grew up in by at least a couple hundred square feet. But small enough that it doesn’t over impose. And all the while, in the background of Sue coddling up to Clover--forcing her to stay seated--Seth is ducked into the night of Nova’s eyes. 

“He’s so tiny,” Seth laughs, tucking the strands that fall out from behind his ear yet again. “Like, he looks like he could fit in just my palm.”

“You should’ve seen him fresh. Hearty at eight pounds, but much smaller than now,” Leah comments, gingerly slipping Nova off her back. 

It’s only been two months. How Nova could be any smaller is beyond Seth. “Hi, Seth,” Clover calls out. 

The sound of his name brings Seth back to the living room. He waves at Clover. The ginger in her hair has faded at the roots, giving into the dark brown of her natural curls. It looks shorter than usual, lifted up near her chin where it normally settled at her shoulders. But she looks bright in the face, a smile that feels genuine on Seth’s skin. “You look good for dealing with a newborn. Newborn baby, I mean,” Seth corrects. 

“Thanks,” Clover offers. A tuft of laughter that escapes her as well.  “Thankfully, it’s been pretty quiet on that front.”

“I’d hope so!” Seth teases. 

Clover waives for him to sit, next to her. There’s clattering behind them coming from the kitchen. Leah and his mother’s voice whisper above the rushing water and the click of a machine. Seth’s slow in his descent but he settles and Nova blinks up at him. The blinks get slower, a pout forming for half a second but Seth finds the gentle brush of his knuckle to Nova’s cheek does the trick. 

“How does it feel?” Clover whispers.  

“He’s…tiny.”

“Well, yeah, besides that. He’ll be up there with you in no time. Just give him some time. But that’s not what I’m asking,” Clover laughs, resting her chin to Seth’s shoulder. “How do you feel?”

Nova roots just a hair into Seth’s touch. How immediate to know he loves someone. How immediate Seth knows that he’d drop anything and everything just to hear Nova gurgles. A bond. One that if he were ever to tell he felt for Leah would have to be tortured out of him. But not for Nova. Not for his nephew. “Feels…surreal. Am I dreaming?”

“Nope. Not in the slightest.”

“What does he do all day?”

“Right now--sleep. Eats. Shits. Sleeps. Wets himself. Eats again. Shits again.”

Seth snorts at the list. “Okay, so maybe not the best question. But he really is living the life, ya know?”

“Yeah I’m sure that’s the shifter instincts. Gotta start him young.”

There’s space between her words. They grow after and softer as she speaks. Seth glances over from Nova in his lap to Clover. Her eyes are shut. “I’ve been told I’m pretty comfy.” It’s an offer. An easy way for Clover to bow out of any obligation to host. “I’m sure Nova must feed regularly--day or night.”

“God, does he,” she snorts. 

“I don’t think Seth is going to let him out of his sight. If you need a nap, take it, love,” Leah states, placing a cup of tea in front of Seth. Her gaze ignores him though and zeroes in on Clover. 

“I don’t,” a yawn interrupts her. “I don’t need to be told twice.”

“By some accounts, I think you were,” Seth whispers. 

Clover’s whack at his side is weak and she pushes away to burrow into the corner of the couch. Before Seth can offer to scoot over some, to give her room, a snore echoes. Leah’s up just a fast and adjusts the pillow and presses a kiss to her temple. She still looks the same. Seth’s not sure why he thought the years would age her so significantly. It was just three, well maybe a tad over three if he could fully recount the month they moved from Washington. It was spring, that much he knows. 

But Leah still looks the same. The same bob. The same pout. 

“You’re phasing still aren’t you?” Seth asks.

Leah nods. “I stopped for a year and a half to try and conceive but I’d been phasing for so long we don’t think the pause really helped at all.” Still behind the couch, she rest her cheek in the cushion of Clover’s hair. “I only tried once. Clover tried all the rest of the way.”

Seth blinks. He hadn’t known that. “So both were Clover?”

Leah nods. “Well, yeah, two of three. Technically, I think. It’s a little awkward. Because while it was a fertilized embryo that they transplanted into me. It was dicey on if it would ever have a fighting chance--it was like 70 against us. 30 for. We took the change anyway but both times with Clover we got results on the at-home pregnancy tests. Went to the doctors test looked good and then before Week 12, there was a lot of sitting on toilets.”

“God,” Seth huffs. “Leah. That’s horrible. How can you say that?”

She shrugs. “It’s  true. And it’s heartbreaking. Literally everything we were trying so hard was just gone before we could do anything about it. But that’s the reality. That’s where we were. Crying over toilet bowls. At night, sometimes, when I was sure Clover was asleep, I’d go out chase the moon. Shockingly, phasing kept my sane. And I’ll never admit that again. Never.”

Seth surrenders to the pointed finger. “Understood. I definitely won’t let it slip during a run with Jake.”

Leah flicks his ear. “Asshat.”

“Hey, hey, young ears here,” Seth returns, covering Nova’s ears. 

“I just--it felt so unfair that we’d been trying for this one thing and couldn’t get it. And the only thing that made sense were the trees, the moon. Phasing meant I didn’t have to think about my wife at home. I didn’t have to think about the bedroom that haunted us. And I’d be back well before sunrise. So do not,” Leath huffs, watching the slack of Seth’s jaw. 

“I didn’t even say anything.” Leah’s arched brow is killer and Seth hurriedly turns back to Nova. “Your mom’s got the evil stare perfected. Be warned,” Seth informs to Nova. 

“You were thinking it. I could hear it,” Leah laughs. “I was always thinking about Clover though. It’s safe to say when I’m not working she occupies about hmm 65% of my brain.”

“Is that why I don’t ever get calls but once a week?” Sue pipes up. “Hmm, I’m very disappointed,” she grins over the mouth of her mug. 

Leah gapes for a moment before popping her head up around Seth’s shoulder to look at her mom in the singular seater. “Mom, there’s a three hour difference. You get angry if I call you at 7 because it’s too late for me here at 10.”

“You need your rest,” Sue retorts. 

“I go in from 8 to 5 every single day. I can spare a two hour conversation with you occasionally,” Leah defends. 

“See that’s your problem. Mom easily needs 3 hours at minimum,” Seth comments. 

“Seth gets it,” Sue waves to him with the comment. Leah sighs and apologizes softly. Seth laughs, knowing there’s no real winning. But it’s like home. It feels like home again in a way that Seth hadn’t even realized he’d missed. 

Around him Leah and Sue bicker--lightheartedly--for just another minute or so, but Seth takes the moment to speak to Nova. Clover’s snores punctuate the faint argument at the most inopportune times but it’s a welcomed cacophony of sounds. Nova’s blinks have ceased. His eyes shut now fully, face lax under Seth’s touch. 

“So you’re used to it already, huh? A pro, I see.” 

“Yeah, unc, with the way my mom’s bicker I’ve learned to drown it out,” Leah teases in a terrible rendition of a bassier voice. The giggles escape Seth with no hesitation. Leah’s laughter mixes with his, but she nudges his shoulder. “Hungry?”

“No, I’m good,” Seth answers when he catches his breath. 

“Whatever’s in the kitchen is free range when you get hungry. I’ve got dishes to do since both of them are down for a nap.”

Seth nods. “Thanks, Leah.”

“We’ve got a tiny deck too if you want some fresh air. Nova sleeps like Dad in that recliner in the sun.”

Seth snorts at the mental image of his father settled into the brown recliner, almost swallowed by the chair but still holding his own in the race of size. Occasionally, a cap would cover his face. But most of the time he’d put on a game--one he didn’t care about but was promising Billy he’d watch so they could talk about it next--and he’d fall asleep within minutes. Even if the TV wasn’t home, if he sat down for too long in the chair, he’d fall asleep. That old recliner, fabric worn in the arms, creaked with every sit. But it had a grip on their father that was most definitely otherworldly. 

Seth takes the note as an invitation and stands again. It’s not hard--getting Nova onto his back. But Seth is slow in his push further into the house. He runs into the office first. The office, which also has a bed that folds out, much like the sofa in the living room is exactly how Leah described it. Two wide bookshelves make up the west wall that borders the half bathroom. Has a desk that faces the window to look outside, the side yard from the looks of it. There’s a lot of light in the room. A single seater with ottoman in the opposite corner as the bookshelves, a coffee like table in the middle of the room. On it, there’s more books, magazines. It feels a bit more lived in than the living room, but still hollow with space that could be filled in. 

Across the hall is the full bathroom but next to the otherside of the half bath is Nova’s room and nursery. Nova’s ceiling is painted a dark blue with white sparkles--stars, Seth assumes. “Do you know all the constellations yet, buddy?” Seth asks. He gets no answer of course, but it doesn't slow him down as he takes in the tan dresser, rocking chair, bookshelf, and opened closet. The open closet is something he has no doubts Leah’s started to do. Diapers are stacked near the changing table. 

“Easy access, can’t be made,” Seth comments to himself. 

Seth knows right across from Nova’s room is the main bedroom. He’s thankful the door is shut. “Who knows what we might’ve seen in your moms’ room.”

“I heard that,” Leah hollers. 

A soft grunt echoes from Seth’s back and he shushes gently, reaching back to pat at Nova’s stomach. It’s a shot in the dark, but the gesture is just enough to keep Nova from rousing fully. Seth takes the side door out the deck, back tracking a little to the side of the office. 

The sun is bright and when directly in the rays warms. There’s some shade but Seth’s sure to keep Nova in the warmth as the May air still has a bit of a chill. The trees are quiet, not even a rustle in their leaves. Though, the trees don’t quite feel like the same echo of those in Washington. This are still trying to change--bringing more green but still echoes of orange and red. The container gardens are exploding--well one of them is.

There’s leaves falling over the 2x4’s. But it’s nice to see the crops still holding on well. They might be the reminiscents of the last winter hauls. The other one looks a bit emptier but Seth assumes from Leah’s recounting that it’s just been planted and soon the winter crops will get tilled and prepared for summer too after a small reprieve. There’s some metal coverings which Seth assumes is meant to keep bugs and critters from getting too close. Though he wonders if Leah takes to marking the edges of the lands. It would work work for a good deal of creatures who might want a snack. 

“I wonder what your favorite veggie will be,” Seth questions to the still air. “What will be your favorite season, Nova? Hmm?” Seth looks back and Nova’s still faithfully asleep. He thinks maybe what could be considered the faintest hints of a smile in on his nephew’s face. “Will you think it’s strange? Two moms? The phasing? I hope Leah brings you up on the stories. I don’t think she’ll stop phasing now. Not with you around. Maybe you won’t care. You’ll only know some kissing the scrapes and someone fixing you your favorite lunch. You’ll run from the bus stop laughing about what some kid said and you won’t ever think what others are thinking about.

I just don’t want anything bad for you. You know? I want you to wear your braids. Wear your beads. That’s an order mister.” Seth laughs at himself. The weight of Nova on his back feels like it’s alway supposed to be there when Seth leans into the railing. “Who am I kidding? I know technically Blacks are alphas, but with your moms’ you’re unstoppable kid. Lightning really.”

A breeze--chilly, but loose--comes by. It carries nothing with it--no bugs, no warnings. The clouds stay white and fluffy. For how long, Seth’s not even sure. He gets a plate of food at some point and eats it slowly. 

“Do you think you’ll like construction trucks? I remember I had a serious truck phase,” Seth mutters. Nova, now cradled into Seth’s arm, awake and taking in the sight of someone new only blinks. Seth’s kept him wrapped up tightly as to avoid the chill that’s settling with the creeping evening sun. 

“Oh, maybe you have such a truck phase you become a firefighter? I think that would be cool.”

Nova blinks, shifting just a hair a little bit closer. 

“Oh, do we like that idea?”

Nova’s brow furrows for a moment. His tiny body tenses for a moment. 

“Thinking hard about it.”

Nova huffs. Seth laughs a little then inhales. “Oh, oh, I see why you were thinking so hard. Just pooped all over my idea.”

Seth carries Nova and the plate back inside. “Who wants to teach me how to change a diaper?” he asks as he crosses into the living room. 

Clover raises her hand and it’s immediately pushed back down by Sue. “I’ll teach ya, Seth,” Sue grins, scooping Nova out of Seth’s arm. “You’ve been hogging him since we got here.”

“Does everyone think I’m broken?” Clover laughs. “I literally pushed a baby out of me. I think I’m so not broken.”

Leah’s voice is soft. “You’re not, babe. But you said you were going to actually let people help. Besides it’s Mom. She won’t let Seth hurt Nova. She’d kill him. Instantly, if he tried.”

Seth pouts. “He’s my nephew! I would never attempt such a thing. Wouldn’t think of it.”

“Careful, Leah,” Clover warns. “There’s no rain until Monday in the forecast. We don’t need it to show up early because you’re being mean to Seth.”

“Someone cares about me,” Seth huffs. 

“Seth, you coming are not?” Sue calls out. 

“Diaper time! I’m coming.”

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