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evita-shelby · 2 months

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Beware the Ides of March!

Grab your knives and togas and join me on this Tumblr Holiday where we celebrate the murder of Julius Caeser.

🥖send a prompt for a moodboard or a fic where the only requirements are: must have a murder, a knife, and/or a party

🍷 write a fic or a moodboard with the same requirements from the list above

🫒 let's play Caption This! Send a gif or picture of a character(ocs welcome!) And I'll supply the caption. You can also send the caption and i will find the gif or picture

🗡 the Gladiator Arena: send me a poll and the participants and let's see who wins the fight!

Won't be restricting myself to just peaky characters, every character I've written for be it a cillian murphy character, BBC's World on Fire and now, Masters of the Air

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lya-dustin · 5 months

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Mini moodboard challenge

Thank you @emilykaldwen amd @acrossthesestars for the tag

Cheating a bit because this is part of a fic i have on my peaky blinders (amd world on fire) blog @evita-shelby

"If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life." -Pablo Neruda

For the one shot: mist

(No pressure)tags: @cljordan-imperium @raincoffeeandfandoms @zablife @runnning-outof-time @call-sign-shark @cillmequick

#tom bennett x diane shelby #tom bennett x ofc #tom bennett x reader

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darecruit · 1 year

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HAH Diane would be vexed! And drive John and Shelby’s publicist crazy with constant phone calls 😂

What about a Wicked event with Mother Hen Diane clucking over both Shelby and Sasha haha

I may need to write a college-years story with Shelby and Sasha 😅

I’m sure Diane was there for their opening night, right up front and crying the whole time.

#asks #glee fanfic #glee au #open arms #shelby #Diane Corcoran #Corcoran family #Sasha Montgomery

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shelldive · 10 months

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Latest Publication: Hillsboro Park Discovery Trail

In the US heartland of Missouri, in a suburb of St. Louis called Hillsboro, lies an idyllic city park with a few lovingly implemented recent additions. Hillsboro native Ryan Hurtgen is a multi-talented artist; painter, poet, composer, and designer. Readers of My Writes might recognize Ryan from his work with Rene Breton, TJ & Tosc, and Perfect Beings. Beyond music and literature, Ryan has a few…

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#Burnadette Kennedy #community organizing #Diane Block #Discovery Trail #Hillsboro City Park #Hillsboro Park Discovery Trail #Mandy Alley #Ryan Hurtgen #Shelby Walsh #Sheri Diestel #sonnets #suhail rafidi

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divinefem · 2 years

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a list of feminine names i’ve adored and complied over years . please note the names are from a variety of origins and it’s best to research , in accordance to naming your character appropriately .

A ⸻ alaia . aliya . adèle . adella . adely . adira . aellai . aera . aimée . alessia . alice . alisha . amal . amara . amina . amor . anais . angelique/angie . anita . antonia . anya . arden . arnela . arya . asia . aspen . audrey . aurelia . aurora . avery .

B ⸻ bella . bianca . blair . blanca . briar . brielle . brigitte . bristol . bruna .

C ⸻ calliope . calista . camille . carina . carmel . carmen . carmine . cassia . cataline . chantal . charlène . chelsea . cher . chérie . cheryl . cheyenne . chiara . chiasa . cindy . cecelia/celia . celina . céline . cipriana . clara . clare . claudia . cleo . clover . colette . cordelia . cornelia .

D ⸻ dahlia . daisy . danika . davina . delaney . denise . devon . diana . diane . dione . dominica . donata . donatella/donna . dulce .

E ⸻ eden . elara . eleonora . elle . elliana . éloise . emory . erica . esha . esmé . estela . ester . eve . evangeline .

F ⸻ faith . faiza . fallon . farrah . faye . fenna . florentina . francesca . francia .

G ⸻ gabriela . genevieve . giada/gia . giovanna . giselle . giulia . garcelle . grace . graziella . gwen .

H ⸻ hadiya . hafsa . halle . halima . harley . hazel . helen . hélène . hermosa . honey . hiba . hina .

I ⸻ iffat . iman . imani . imogen . inara . inaya . indiana/india . ines . irina . iris . isadora . isabel . isla . isra . italia . italina . ivory . ivonne . ivy .

J ⸻ jade . jamila . jasmine . joanna . jocelyn . joelle . jolie . jordana . jordan . josephine . jovi . juliet .

K ⸻ kajal . kalila . karina . katia . kennedy . kenya . kimberly .

L ⸻ labani . lacey . lavender . lavinia . leona . liberty . lisette . livia . london . lourdes . lilliana . lucia/luciana . luna . lydia .

M ⸻ mabel . madelaine . madeline . madina . maeve . mahima . malia . maisha . maiya . mariana . marisa . marisol . meghana/megan . melina . mercy . mia . milan . minka . monica . monique . montana . marjorie . michelle .

N ⸻ nadia . nadine . naisha . nannette . naomi . nara . naressa . natalya . natascha . naya . neelam . nisa . nikita . noelle . noemi . nyla . nicolette .

O ⸻ odette . onima . oparna . orion . olivia . olympia . ophelia . opal .

P ⸻ paloma . pandora . paola . pari . peony . pareesa . paris . paula . paulina . pearl/pearla . petra . peyton . piera . poppy . prairie . priscilla . priya/priyanka .

R ⸻ raquel . ravenna . rayne . regina . renata . renee . rhea . rima . rita . rochelle . romana . romina . romy . rosa/rosalia . rosella . rosie . rowan . ruby . river .

S ⸻ sabelia . sabine . safiya . sahar . santana . saorise . sasha . saskia . savia . saya . sayena . scarlet . selene . serena . serenity . shelby . sheridan . shannon . sienna . sita . sloane . sofia . soléa . soleil . sonia . soraya . sorcha . surina . sutton . svea . sylvia . summer . suzanne .

T ⸻ tahira . tamara/tamar . taryn . telese . trishna . thalia . thea .

V ⸻ valentina . valencia . vanessa . venice . venus . vera . verona . veronica . vienna . violet . vitöria . vivian/vivienne .

W ⸻ wahida . winona . whitney . wren .

Y ⸻ yadira . yael . yalina . yara . yasmina . yesenia . yuliana . yuri . yvette . yvonne .

Z ⸻ zahra . zaria . zhenya . zoya .

#*#* ── 🐝 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 . ⁞ writing.#writing help #name help #female name masterlist #name masterlist #rph #rpt #resources

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causetheturtle · 1 month

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Mcyt as Twin Peaks Characters

(Inspired by this post)

Lizzie LDShadowlady - Dale Cooper

Jimmy Solidarity - Laura Palmer

Joel Smallishbeans - Albert Rosenfield

(But also lowkey feel like he could be Diane idk)

Martin InTheLittleWood - Gordon Cole

Oli Orionsound - Philip Jeffries

Grian - The Log Lady

PearlescentMoon - Harry Truman

GoodTimesWithScar - Deputy Hawk

Katherine Elizabeth - Andy Brennan

Shelby Shubble - Lucy Moran

(Part 2)

#very important post #most of this is vibes based #twin peaks #empires smp #traffic smp #trafficblr #hermitcraft #hermitblr

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evita-shelby · 4 months

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The Ghost of New Year's Past

Or Polly decided to pop in and now its about Tommy & Diane(oc child) & ghost!Polly who has unfinished business.

Cw: Tommy’s canon depression and guilt over Polly’s death and baby's first contact with the dead(applies to both Tom and Diane)

Could be read as witch!Reader being Tommy’s wife or Eva since no name is mentioned.

He can’t bring himself to drink anymore.

He died that night on the field because in his heart he knew Polly had died because of him.

He sees her and hears her amongst his family as they celebrate the new year and Tommy leaves before it becomes too much.

Tommy has no idea where he is going when he passes by the children’s rooms and hears his eldest daughter, Diane, whispering to someone.

The children had been allowed to stay as late as they wanted but most had already been put to bed by now. In fact he’d personally tucked his little witch into her pink bed and kissed her goodnight hours ago.

“Can I tell daddy you’re here?” the little girl asks as her excitement has her talking just loud enough for him to hear her as he stops at her door.

Tommy cannot guess who would be here with Di, but none of them would be a good idea even if they were harmless little girls. Allie Solomons, Bianca Sabini, Janey Dogs, the little Gold girl who hates him for Aberama’s death, that friend of hers from school, the list goes on as Diane is ---unfortunately--- everyone’s friend.

“Di, sweetheart, I thought you said you were tired.” He comes in to find her sitting on her little table alone with biscuits and cake that she’d somehow gotten downstairs. He knew it was a bad idea to let her learn ballet, now the little witch moved as silently as she got up to mischief.

A trait she inherited from both him and his wife.

There is flash of light ivory satin on the bed in the corner of his eye, perhaps a dress or shawl Diane had taken out to play, but the room is otherwise empty.

“I was, but Aunt Polly came in and I asked her to stay.” The little girl with blue and brown eyes smiles widely and looks at the bed and he follows her line of sight. “She says she can’t have cake and biscuits because ghosts don’t need food like we do.”

“Hello, Thomas, did you miss me?” the ghost of his aunt sits there on the pink bed in the French dress his grandma stole, smoking a cigarette as if nothing had changed.

As if he hadn’t killed her and Barney and Aberama a year ago today.

“How?” he asks doing his best not to panic but feeling every hair on the back of neck rise in fear.

“Hmm, even with a witch for a wife you still do not believe we have magic in our blood.” Polly smiles and gestures him to sit on the bed.

“See I told you he wouldn’t believe it even if he saw me.” She turned to his daughter who tries to calm him with her small doll like hand in his.

“It’s okay, daddy, it’s just Aunt Polly.”

He can’t speak, his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his head spins. Tommy has never fainted in his life and now he tries to hold into something as he feels light-headed.

“And your dear old mummy thought none of you inherited her gifts.” The ghost woman chuckled but refused to touch him.

“How?” he asks again as he shut his eyes and hears Diane leave him alone here with whatever Polly is now.

“Our magical blood allows me to visit those with our gifts and sweet little Di is the most magical of all.” His aunt, his second closest confidant explained. “and I cannot ascend as I have unfinished business, dear nephew of mine.”

“What do you need to pass on?” he asks thinking perhaps if he helps her pass over to the other side he will have peace.

“I need you to swear you won’t kill my son. Even if my Michael believes you killed me, I need you to show him mercy and kill the fucking people who did.”

But that includes me, Pol, he wants to say.

“That is the guilt speaking, Tom. You didn’t kill us, or me least of all. Swing just knows how to get under your skin.” She reads minds now, but Polly always knew him better than he knew himself. “So, Thomas Shelby, do I have your word?”

“Will you never come back if he says yes?” Diane asked with a quivering lip from the door, she’d not left as he thought she did.

“No, sweetheart, I can’t leave until the bad people are gone. And when I go to heaven I will come every All Soul's Day.” The ghost answered softly and the girl calmed down long enough to rejoin them on her bed.

“So, Thomas Shelby, do you promise to do as I asked?” she turned to him again, a bit sterner somewhat impatient as they hear Arthur and John coming up with John’s children.

“Yes, Pol, you have my word.”

#dad!tommy shelby #polly gray #diane shelby #tommy shelby x oc #eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x reader

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dreamypqulson · 1 year

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— for the hope of it all

requested by anon: any sarah character / falling for your professor / happy ending

pairing: diane sherman x reader

note: reader is not a minor so it’s legal bffs!

word count: 2100

The end of the year was approaching and it wasn't as exciting as it typically is. Graduation was soon and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to count down the days with exhilaration. You wanted to leave school finally, yes, but you couldn't leave her.

Miss Sherman had been your English instructor for the entire year now. You had never got too close to any teachers throughout the years, but Miss Sherman was different. Almost as if she wanted to get close to you.

You had spent many after school hours with her -even if you didn't need extra help on assignments or the lesson. You would stay to help her, and maybe even fake stupidity so she could teach you one on one.

Your many absences had nearly disappeared at this point. You wanted to come, every single day, just so you could see her.

The bell rang and the class cleared out. You rushed to shove your papers into your bag as the room become quiet. "Y/n, can you stay back for a minute, honey?" Honey. She always called you that. You could say she called everyone that or she was just saying it to be nice, but if you looked back on the way she addresses other students, you’d be lying.

You hummed your approval and once your shaky hands managed to shove your folder into your bag, you placed it on your back and walked up to her desk.

She looked up at you and smiled, for just a moment it was silent. And you think your brain might explode with these long stream of thoughts. She leaned her elbows on her desks and propped her head in her hands. She’s in the perfect position for you to kiss her, and you’re right there, and nobody else is around. But you quickly shake those thoughts away. That is extremely inappropriate.

“You seemed very lost in your thoughts today. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Her voice was gentle and her eyes softened as she spoke. Everything about her was so welcoming and she felt just like the feeling of coming home after a long day. “Are you okay,” she asked, seriously this time.

You cleared your throat and nodded. In fact, not okay. It was far too difficult to pay attention with the blouse she wore today. The cut, not risqué, but lower than usual. “I’m fine. I’m just really tired.”

“Are you sure you’re just tired, sweetie? You don’t seem like yourself. Very flustered and on-edge.” If she wasn’t being so sweet, you would’ve thought that she was out to get you.

You fiddled with the straps of your bag. A nervous habit that you picked up on. Her eyes adverted to your hands and she noticed how fidgety you were being. “Positive. My mind was just running a lot last night and I couldn’t seem to shut it off.”

“Alright,” she smiled. You knew she wasn’t fully content with your answer, but she decided to let it slide. “Well you know i’m here for you if you ever want to talk.”

“I know. Thank you, Miss Sherman. Bye, have a nice weekend.” You begin to walk back out of the classroom, just as your name was called again. You turned back around and she was closer than you anticipated.

She seemed to be unfazed by the closeness of it all, but you were sure that she could hear your pounding heart. “Almost forgot; there’s a paper due on Mon—”

And, fuck, she looked so pretty close up like this. You tried your hardest to hold yourself back, you really did, but you truly wanted to sleep tonight and you couldn’t if all you could think about is how would her lips feel against mine.

You did it. You stood on your toes, because she was just a little bit taller than you, and kissed her. Simple and sweet, but there was no denying that it happened.

She looked shocked, and you weren’t sure if she was appalled or flustered. She was certainly trying to find something, anything to say. But before she could, you were already running out the door. “Shit! I’m— i’m so sorry, Miss Sherman.”

Diane stood there, beyond puzzled. You didn’t even give her the chance to kiss you back. If only you had waited just a moment longer.

Diane found you walking home from the school. Often times, she took another root, but she was running late leaving today and there would've been too much traffic. She wouldn’t have been home for another two hours from now. There was a frown on your face, a difficult look for the older woman to ignore. She was only trying to help, really— "Y/n! Need a ride?"

You turned to look into the car. You were startled at first; an unfamiliar voice calling your name. But you saw darkened amber locks and soft brown eyes shimmering as a golden river. You didn't hesitate to hop into the car.

And you should’ve. You really should’ve hesitated. Because not even an hour ago you were kissing the woman.

Still, you discovered solace in the warmth of her vehicle. The forth month of the year was warm but the evenings still chilled out anyone with a shirt shorter than the length of their arms.

Diane still had difficulty noting the cause of your gloomy aura. She decided to ignore your sorrow face and focus on the road ahead. The conversation was directed elsewhere, and you could finally take a deep breath. "What happened to your car?"

You looked over at her again and she looked nearly glad that you were walking. That she so happened to catch you when she could help out. "It's in the shop. It broke down yesterday evening."

"You could've asked me to drive you home, you know."

You leaned back and sighed. Her seats were so soft, so much so that you could fall asleep. Yet, your eyes remained wide open. Your mind ran too fast and your heartbeat thrummed in your chest so loud that you could hardly hear the words coming out of her mouth.

"I didn't entirely know if we are on speaking terms." You looked at the window to give off the impression that you didn't care about the conversation being held. But you did care. You care so much about everything and nothing.

"Of course we are, y/n. I'm your teacher—"

"Miss Sherman—"

"—Diane," She corrected you, yet stern as if she were talking to a misbehaving student. She is. You have to remember that.

"Exactly, Diane. I think we both know that it's much more than that." Your house came into view and she pulled into the driveway. Neither of you decided to make a move and it was then that you discovered that you were allowed to leave. “Like that time you kissed my forehead, or how you only call me honey and sweetie. It’s so much more, Diane.”

It was left at that. Neither of you wanted to admit the solemn truth because you both knew what you were doing to each other was wrong. Nevertheless, neither of you could find it in yourselves to care of stopping.

You wanted her, and she wanted you. That was that.

The following day, your feet dragged down the hallway to the English room. It was as if your ankles were locked in weighted shackles.

You were the last one to walk in. Everyone was already seated and chattering. Still, Diane watched you as you sat down, only making eye contact for a mere moment until you broke it. Her expression was unreadable which had to have been worse than anything. You had to sit there while she taught, unable to focus on the story on the board because of your own romance with your forbidden lover.

You suffered in this torture until you eventually excused yourself to the bathroom. You just needed a break, and frankly, you weren't sure that you would go back to class.

You sat in silence and held back rivers in your eyes so your mascara wouldn't smudge. It was until then that you heard the bathroom door open again. You rolled your eyes, aware that anyone who goes into the bathroom is only using it to smoke it out.

Gentle footsteps walked towards the last stall. The one you sat in. Steps as soft as if the person was floating rather than stepping. "Y/n?" The voice called out in a hushed whispered. Contained and hastily, as if your name was forbid to say.

You stood up and brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your shirt. You made no effort to walk out of the stall. You wanted her to find you herself. "Y/n, is that you?"

A her knuckles knocked against the stall door, echoing in the empty bathroom. You clear your throat and finally spoke up, "Yes it's me." Still, you could not bring yourself to open the door. You didn't want to see the face that you were disallowed to have. It pained you too much.

"Can I come in," there was hesitance in her voice, "I just want to talk to you." Your throat got caught up somewhere in your vocal cords. You opted to just unlock the door and move to the side for her to squeeze in.

There was not enough space between either of you, yet you felt two world apart. She gazed into your eyes, you don't know what she was trying to seek in them, but you assumed she was feeling the same things you were. Lust, desire.

It was a matter of seconds before she was kissing you. Or you were kissing her. You couldn't remember. Everything was foggy and you were caught up in a haze of the sweet vanilla taste of her.

You pulled away when you were brought to your senses by her hand on your waist. You were mere inches apart and you just wanted more of her but there were things to be said. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"There are so many things that I want to say to you," she exhaled some air. Her warm breath tickled your face, "but let's start with this."

And then she was on you again, but you weren't mad at it. You encouraged it. Urged in on. You ached for her. When her hand brushed against the hairs on the back of your neck, you arched your body closer.

You parted your lips and her tongue did not shy away from entering, exploring every inch of you. You moaned into the sensation, tugged on her shirt for something for your hands to do.

After nearly seeing heaven, you both caught your breaths in parting. She brushed away the stray hairs on your face, looking at you with a smile that could only be described as love.

"If that's what wanting to talk to me means," you took a deep breath and gulped, hard, "then please never shut the fuck up."

She belly laughed at you but then the school bell rang and it sent her into a slight sense of panic. "Shit, the class." She pulled away and everything suddenly felt cold. "Meet me at my car after school." She fixed up her hair with a simple flattening hand and winked at you.

Then she was gone, leaving you there with a pounding heart and aching lips.

The end of the day came slower than you cared to admit. The hands on the clock passed as slow as if a snail was dragging it along. And you wanted to curse her for doing this to do.

Yet you still found yourself racing to the parking lot as soon as the obnoxiously loud bell rang in your ears. You never thought that you would want to hear that bell this badly before.

The redness on your cheeks pulsed and the cool breeze could not seem to settle that. Your heart beat; loud and heavy like a band banging on their drums. You could say that your rapid pulse was from walking so speedily, but you would be lying about that.

You could spot her leaning against her car with her arms crossed at her chest. She was grinning, ear to ear. A sly look on her face was prominent and helped you discover that she just wanted you.

You didn't know what had altered her perception on the relationship, but you didn't really want to know right now.

You walked up to her, body warmth radiating between you with the press against each other. You were her girl and you didn't want to hide that. She grabbed the back of your head and lightly pulled you closer by that. You touched her lips with your own, soft and sweet. And that was the moment you knew.

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lya-dustin · 3 months

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The Ewanverse Family Tree

for shits and giggles and A Comedy of Non-Mathematical Errors

a collaboration by @toms-cherry-trees @elizarbell @huramuna

Family tree

9th and 10th century

(the last kingdom)

Osferth + unknown wife

19th century

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett

(World on Fire)

Douglas Bennett + Josie Bennett

-Tom Bennett

-Lois Bennett

Vera Chase

(The Halycon)

Margaret ‘Peggy’ Bennett+ Mr. Taylor

William ‘Billy’ Taylor

unknown sister

(Granchester)

Unknown Bennett sibling

-Abraham

20th century

Bennett Family post wwii

Tom Bennett + Diane Shelby (oc)

-Thomas Bennett Jr(oc)

-Elizabeth Bennett (oc)

Bennett Family

1960s

(Saltburn)

Tom Jr + some rich girl he met in Oxford in the 60s (unclear how he became a peer)

Elspeth Catton

Eadmund Bennett (basis GRRM used for Aemond Targaryn)

Micah Bennett

Lizzie + several unnamed men she hooked up with during the 60s and 70s

Billy Washington’s mom, Val Washington(Trigger Point)

Will from Salad Days’ dad

Jack from Fire’s mom

Bennett Family

1980s-1990s

Tom Jr's kids and grandkids

Elspeth + Sir James Catton

-Michael Cherwell Catton

-Felix River Catton

-Venetia Trinity Catton

Eadmund Bennett + Alice Rivers

-Ettore Rivers

Micah Bennett (via sperm donation)

Genyen/Shawn (Doctors)

Lizzie’s grandkids

Lana and Billy Washington (Trigger Point)

Will(Salad Days)

Jack and his brother (Fire)

Daniel from the veggie addicts video

Every single small role Ewan has ever been on

#ewan mitchell #abraham grantchester #aemond targaryen #ettore #elspeth catton #billy washington #billy taylor #the halcyon #trigger point #saltburn #my ocs #salad days #will salad days #genyen #tom bennett #tom bennett x ofc #world on fire bbc

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darecruit · 8 months

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Glad to hear it, then! I like her but she truly annoys me, haha. I bet Shelby and especially Rachel feel the same :D

Oh yes. Shelby’s been snarky with her mother already and I’m sure there’s more to come just like it! From Rachel too!

#asks #glee fanfic #glee au #open arms #shelby #rachel #Corcoran family #Diane Corcoran

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fuzzydreamin · 5 months

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OC's as Obscure References

Thanks for the tag @bokatan💖 No pressure tags: @raid3r-r4bbit @serknighted @ss-bullseye

Under the cut for length~

Name: Nora Diane Sosu

Animal: Poodle Colours: Blues and Browns Month: November Songs: Sanctuary - Shelby Merry Gravity of Love - Enigma Gravity - The Superjesus Number: 88 (atomic number of radium) Plants: Chrysanthemum, Marigold, Begonia, Roses Smells: Florals and Traces of Cigarettes Gemstone: Blue Sunstone Time of Day: Sunrise Season: Spring Places: A personal office filled with books and an overpacked desk, A lively living or dining room, A grassy hill as the sun rises or sets Drinks: Cold-brew Coffee, High End Alcohol, Fruity Cocktails Element: Water Astrological Sign: Scorpio Seasonings: Rosemary, Mint, Cardamom Sky: Sunlit golden clouds in a blue-orange hued sky Weather: Clear Weapons: Heavily Modded Sniper Rifle, Magnum Pistol, Serrated Knife Social Media: Discord Make-Up Product: Bright lipstick, for leaving marks on others Candy: Turkish Delight Method of Long Distance Travel: Boat or Vertibird Art Style: Art Nouveau Fear: Loss of Control (Herself, Situations, Finding herself responsible if others die, etc) Mythological Creature: Banshee Piece of Stationery: Fountain Pen Three Emojis: 🌟⚖️💋 Celestial Body: The Sun

Name: Alberta Jefferson

Animal: Racoon Colours: Greens and Black Month: July Songs: Lion - Hollywood Undead Cancer - My Chemical Romance The In-Between - In This Moment Number: 101 (vault) Plants: Acanthus, Cowslip, Rainflower, Fungus Smells: Leather and Machine Oil (Also very slight Ozone smell to ghouls) Gemstone: Apache Tears Time of Day: Twilight Season: Autumn Places: The great outdoors on a wide open road, A bar packed with friends, A lonely dark corridor or side room filled with old tech Drinks: Pure Water, Regular Nuka Cola, Cheap Beer Element: Air Astrological Sign: Cancer Seasonings: Ginger, Parsley, Saffron Sky: Cloudy and Green Before a Storm Weather: Stormy Weapons: A3-21's Plasma Rifle, Modded Baseball Bat, Various Explosives Social Media: Tumblr Make-Up Product: Eyeblack Candy: Gumdrops Method of Long Distance Travel: Walking or Driving a Run-down Van Art Style: Grafitti Fear: Feeling/Being Trapped Mythological Creature: Chimera Piece of Stationery: Scientific Calculator Three Emojis: ⚙️⚔️☢️ Celestial Body: Uranus

#fuzzy.post #fuzzy.oc #oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson

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mercurygray · 2 months

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I've recently found your blog like yesterday and i love the mota fics I've read so far, I've submitted my oc Diane (whom i post her fics at my peaky-blinder side blog evita-shelby) and i was wondering what the data drive is for?

It's a great question - and I apologize, because I should maybe have given a little more background about this when i put that survey out there.

Short answer to what it's for? Fun. I just like making charts.

Longer answer: When I first got back into the Band of Brothers fandom in 2020, there was a pandemic going on and a lot of people were writing Original Female Characters, and one of the other people in the fandom at the time made an offhand remark about how she wished people would quit writing nurses and be more creative about what jobs they gave their OCs.

(I want to add here: there's nothing wrong with nurses. It's a trope in this fandom because it makes sense.)

Anyway, this lead to my making a big long list of other things you could consider in the World War Two Fanfiction jobs market, among other things, and it made me curious about just how many OCs, at the time, actually were nurses.

The results of this very unscientific study are on this post.

Fast forward to 2024. I had some hypotheses, going into Masters of the Air, that we might see a wider spread of jobs. For starters, there are many, many women actually on the show, and most of them are in the kind of background support roles with no lines that actually make great entry points for writing OCs.

I also like seeing if my hypotheses about which characters get more fanfic are proved correct. So far my OC-dar has been right on the money, more or less.

Anyway, if you're writing an OC for MOTA, you should fill out the survey!

#asked and answered #julyzaa #long post

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