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mrs-dr-reid · 2 years

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Because I’m bored, imma give y’all a basic rundown of all of my OCs that I actively write for. There’s 15 of them, so this is probably gonna be in two parts, because I have face claims for all of them, and I’d like to provide visual aid for each one (and tumblr limits the images on a post to 9). We’re also gonna go by fandom because that makes it easier for me.

1. Elaina Granger is the very first OC I ever made so many years ago I honestly don’t remember when I made her up. Her full name is Elaina Marie Granger-Potter as of the end of the series, and she’s the younger sister of Hermione Granger by about 10 months. As one can probably tell based on context, she eventually ends up with Harry Potter. I rewrote the ending of the series out of spite, so Ginny ends up with Dean and I renamed two of Harry’s kids (James Sirius was a good name, the other two needed to be changed for my own sanity). My face claim for her is Emilia Clarke.

2. Rose Fletcher is from the Marauders Era, and she came to be because I got really addicted to Marauder POVs on TikTok, and wanted to make a character for that time period. Her full name is Rosalind Artemis Fletcher, and she eventually ends up with Remus Lupin (the very popular Andrew Garfield fancast applies here). Continuing with me rewriting the series out of spite, Remus doesn’t die in Deathly Hallows and they grow old together and become kick-ass grandparents when their son and daughter start families of their own (unfortunately Teddy does not exist in this universe, but I think I replaced him with a grandson from either their son or their daughter). My face claim for her is Sarah Bolger.

3. Gemma Silversmith is from the Fantastic Beasts era, and I thought her up way back when the first FB movie came out because I fell in love with Eddie Redmayne’s cute little face the second I laid eyes on him. Her full name is Gemmadine Florence Silversmith, and she eventually ends up with Newt Scamander. She went to Hogwarts for the first 2 years of her education, but then her dad got a better paying job at MACUSA, so she transferred to Ilvermorny in her third year and became friends with the Goldstein gals. She meets Newt when he brings his animal shenanigans to New York, and during the war they dance around their feelings like the world’s worst mating dance, then once the war is over they get married and start a family. My face claim for her is Lilly James, but imagine her with borderline silvery blonde hair.

4. Adri Carmichael is in the Criminal Minds universe, and I created her because I too quickly became obsessed with Dr. Spencer Reid and his stupid perfect face. Her full name is Dr. Adrienne Ember Reagan Carmichael, and she’s a member of the BAU alongside her eventual husband Spencer Reid. I decided when I was developing her to make her a slightly smarter female version of Spencer, so she has a Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory (which is slightly better than eidetic), she can read 20,500 words per minute, and she’s 10 months older than Spencer so she graduated high school at 12-ish as well. She also has 3 PhDs and 2 BAs, and the whole team (aka Derek) always jokes that she’s a female Spencer but with better hair. They eventually have a daughter and a son together, but the daughter is born around the middle of season 11 and is about a year old when Spencer gets sent to prison, and the son isn’t born until after the events of the season 15 finale. My face claim for her is Amanda Seyfriend.

5. Liddy McCormick is in the 9-1-1 universe, and I made her because Evan Buckley stole my heart WAY too fast. Her full name is Lydia Pearl McCormick, and as previous statements would lead you to assume, she eventually ends up with Evan Buckley. She works at station 118 as a paramedic, and she learned everything she knows from Chimney and Hen because they instantly adopted her as their work child on her first day. Her and Buck start dating in the aftermath of his lawsuit and all that drama, so Taylor remains just a friend, and the whole “I kissed Lucy, Taylor move in with me” thing turns into “Lucy keeps flirting with me when you’re standing right there, wth” and it gets sorted out. My face claim for her is Chloe Grace Möretz.

6. Mal Byers is the first of three OCs in the Stranger Things universe, and I thought her up because Dustin Henderson stole my heart with his precious face. Her full name is Mallory Kay Byers, she’s the youngest Byers kid and Will’s younger twin sister, and as one can ascertain from context clues, she’s the girlfriend of Dustin Henderson. They start dating while Dustin is away at Camp Know Where, and she helps him and Suzie with Cerebro from Hawkins. She gives him Planck’s Constant instead of Suzie after he sings Never Ending Story for her to help her calm down from the barrage of information she gets thrown at her, because I decided she’s kinda missing in action for most of Season 3 because she gets a nasty stomach bug right before Dustin gets home and she’s stuck in bed the whole time the gang is running around dealing with the Upside Down shit. My face claim for her is Raffey Cassidy.

7. Carrie Brown is my second ST OC, and I came up with her because my Joe Keery obsession was reignited full force after I watched Free Guy. Her full name is Carrie Beatrice Brown, and she ends up with Steve Harrington. She’s the go-to babysitter for the Party, and she’s best friends with Nancy. She’s kind of the third wheel around her and Steve all the time until they break up. She gets stuck staying with the kids and Steve when the Byers’ and Nancy go to get the Mind Flayer out of Will, then after their group goes to torch the Demodog tunnels, Steve asks her out, and they start dating. The whole bathroom confession in ST3 with Robin changes to him admitting that he thought he was in love with Nancy, but he’s actually in love with Carrie, and he’s terrified that once she goes off to college, they’ll be done for. But she only ends up going to a school half an hour away from Hawkins, so she comes home on weekends and for holiday breaks, so their whole plot line in ST4 pans out as Steve trying his damndest to figure out how to tell her he loves her, and while he still tells Nancy about his “six kids in an RV” dream, Carrie is the person he imagines as Mama Harrington and there’s no weird “will they won’t they” thing with Nance. My face claim for her is Olivia Cooke.

8. Kim Anderson is my final ST OC, and I thought her up because I fell in love with Eddie Munson’s stupid perfect face WAY too quickly. Her full name is Kimberly Jillian Anderson, and as one could ascertain, she’s in a relationship with Eddie Munson. I decided I wanted her to be the polar opposite of Eddie so their relationship wouldn’t make much sense to anyone outside of their friend group, so she plays soccer, her family is on the more affluent side, she’s blonde, she’s popular, and she’s top of her class. She’s a normal senior while Eddie’s on his second do-over, so she’s 18-19 while he’s 20-21. And because the ending of ST4 pissed me off, I’m rewriting it out of spite so both Eddie and Kim go into the Upside Down to distract the Demobats, but Kim employs a trick Carrie shows her, and turns multiple cans of Aquanet hairspray and a lighter into a redneck flamethrower. They still get nibbled a little bit when the Aquanet runs out, but not bad enough that they both die, so they both make it out and hole up in Kim’s family’s cabin on the outskirts of town until Hopper shows up and exonerates Eddie. So the conversation Dustin has with Eddie’s uncle changes to him being told that Eddie is still alive, he’s just laying low until the chaos dials back a little. My face claim for her is Lili Reinhart.

9. Christine Frampton is an OC I made for the Bridgerton universe because I fell in love with Benedict Bridgerton’s stupid beautiful face way too fast even though Simon and Anthony were right there. As one can probably guess, she ends up with Benedict Bridgerton. She returns from France with her family after the events of season two after being there for the last 4 years for her father’s job, meaning she missed her social debut by a few years (she’s 25). She grew up next door to the Bridgerton family, so she was very close with Daphne and Eloise as well as the eldest Bridgerton brothers, especially Benedict. When she returns, her mother decides that she’ll be making up for her missed debut that season, and Benedict has no idea what to do with himself because according to him she grew even more beautiful while she was gone. Both of them slowly fall in love over the course of the season, but both of them are oblivious to the other’s feelings because duh. They finally get their acts together at the end of the season and get married. My face claim for her is Ellise Chapell.

A reblog is coming with the last 6 very shortly!

Tagging a couple of moots that are a part of these fandoms: @libraryofloveletters, @leossmoonn, @boldlyvoid, @stranger-nightmare, @homoose, @meganskane

#logan speaks #logan writes #logan shitposts #logan is bored #original characters

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divinggreen · 2 years

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So I’ve been reading a ton of Steddie fanfics recently and in the future ones, Steve’s always in some random retail or dead end job to make ends meet; and that’s great and makes a lot of sense BUT I I read another fic recently that had Steve patching up Eddie’s injuries and it made me think that a really good fit for Steve would be a nurse! I think in the future if he saved up and did nursing school he would be a FANTASTIC nurse! I think he could also be a paramedic but I just like to hc him as keeping a cool head in a hospital, having a great bedside manner, being great at comforting kids who are nervous at being in a hospital, etc etc.

Anyway I just think Steve Harrington would be a fantastic nurse. Plus he’d look good in scrubs.

#stranger things #steve harrington #headcannons

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enbyeddiediaz · 3 years

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thinking abt. eddie diaz. (the light of my life).

more specifically. a coming to terms with his sexuality arc. unpacking all of his internalized issues. laying awake at night and connecting dots from his past like how he felt around his middle/high school best friend,,,,realizing he had a crush on a cartoon character (we've all been there) and being like "oh. OH." bc suddenly a lot more things make sense but also there's so many more questions now. he's in therapy with frank dealing with his ptsd from the shooting and one session eddie is particularly quiet and so frank asks if there's smthg else he was rather talk about and eddie opening his mouth and then closing it and then waiting a couple minutes and going "there is but I don't know if I'm ready yet" and Frank goes "well when you are, I'm sure someone will be there to listen". and then. a few weeks later. during a relatively peaceful shift, eddie is chilling upstairs just staring at his blank phone screen after a session of googling sexualities and how other people figured out they were queer. hen walks up and sees him staring and asks him what's up and he just shakes his head and then changes his mind and goes "hen, how did you know you were gay?" and she talks about it, and he's like "aw shit" bc it hits just a LITTLE too close to home and he's quiet for a while afterwards and hen gently asks "why'd do ask?" and he looks at her and laughs a little nervously and goes "I think I'm demisexual???" (or whatever you hc him as, this is just mine) and hen goes "ok. can I ask what brought this on?" and eddie clicks on his phone and looks at his lock screen which is a picture of buck and Chris during one of their family outings and hen just nods and says "I thought it might be that" and eddie just looks at her with big eyes and goes "I don't know what to do" and she wraps an arm around him and tells him it'll be alright, even if it might take a while, and that while buck might be a little slow on the uptake at the moment, he'll catch up sooner rather than later and that she's 95% sure he reciprocates and in the mean time, eddie has time to figure himself out some more and that she's there if he needs to talk again. I'd also like to see him going to Michael about it bc even if they don't know each other that well or have practically no canon interaction, it's a similar situation I feel, and his perspective would help eddie too PLUS it would give us more Michael screen time. anyway, not only would it give us a real eddie plot line, it would be interesting as hell to watch, and would be good for representation. also it's realistic with the way they've written him, especially this season with all the "make sure you're following your heart, and not christopher's" and stuff. plus, ya know. a gateway for buddie which would be great

now completely unrelated, I think it would be dope as shit if he became a paramedic. someone has to replace hen when she graduates med school and becomes a doctor, he has the background from the army. eddie is at heart a caregiver and I think this would be good for him, also another actual plot line they could give him. plus medic!eddie is always great to watch

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kiwigreenflame · 4 years

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Urban fantasy is one of my favourite fictional genres, juxtaposing the fantastic with the mundane (Urban Fantasy with a real character; Urban fantasy on my mind). The world the stories create is one we can imagine ourselves living within, with mystery and magic just around the corner if only the veil hiding it could be ripped away (apocalyptically?).

This kind of writing takes details in our world that we might normally ignore and enchants them, whether that might be a building or place (e.g. the Shard in The Glass God or Knightsbridge in Neverwhere), a local river or creek (e.g. The Rivers of London), a statue or monument (e.g. the City of London’s dragons in The Midnight Mayor), or using everyday items in magical contexts (e.g. Matthew Swift’s use of Oyster cards as part of an incantation).

Mostly the urban fiction I read is UK-based. I enjoy US-based series like Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files series (both books and TV), Tom Sniegoski’s Remy Chandler books, and J. Michael Straczynski’s Midnight Nation comic series. One thing I find with those, and this is a broad generalisation, is that the British stories seem to pay more attention to the people on the margins of society and make them more visible and valuable in the world. (Some characters and stories like the Mancurian antihero, John Constantine, in DC/Vertigo comics Hellblazer and other titles, also span the US/UK divide, though remain truer to the British elements of the character).

For example:

Old Bailey in Neverwhere. He’s a keeper of pigeons on the rooftops of London and wears clothing made of feathers; (A similar character, The Bowery King, exists in the John Wick films, but I don’t know if there’s a connection);

The Beggar King and the beggar community, King Rat, the Old Bag Lady, The Tribe (outcasts who gain their magic from tattoos, piercings and biohacking), The Whites (street artists and magicians whose power is in grafitti) in Kate Griffin’s Midnight Mayor and Magicals Anonymous series;

Razor Eddie, the Punk God of the Straight Razor, in Simon R. Green’s Nightside series who is the sometimes friend, sometime enemy of the protagonist, John Taylor. He kills with his famous pearl-handled razor that can even cut through dimensions, he smells really badly, wears a long grey trench coat that is in sore need of washing, and lives on the leavings of society;

Chas, taxi driver and best friend of John Constantine;

In these stories, these characters on the margins of society are treated, on the whole, with dignity and respect. I’ve recently been rereading Kate Griffin’s Midnight Mayor series and two things immediately sprang to mind when I was thinking about this. The first is in The Midnight Mayor, when the protagonist, Matthew Swift, chooses to help Loren find her lost son, starting him on a path that will, in turn, connect him to another significant character, Penny, and help save London from the Death of Cities. The act of compassion has lasting and unforseen consequences:

Loren pointed at a pair of red and black trainers, all sponge and wheeze. I tried them on for size. Too big. I put on some more socks, tried them again, shifted round until my weight was right.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“Go for a wander.”

“Can you find him?”

“Dunno. I’ll do my best.”

“If you find him … don’t say anything, will you? It’ll only make it worse if you say something.”

She gave me a photo. It’s in my bag. The kid is ugly. He has a big head made bigger by having shaven off his hair. His jaw alone could demolish an old wall; his mouth is too small for the length of chin that surrounds it.

I left my shoes with Loren, a promise that I’d come back, and walked out of the door with the kid’s shoes on my feet.

It is surprisingly hard to scry by footware. It requires a submergence of will, an utter belief that your feet know where they’re going. Sometimes magicians learn how to do this by literally blinding themselves, tying rags over their eyes so that they have to trust entirely in the direction their body takes them, and never question, never doubt, that this is where they have to be. The problem about that is that a pair of shoes, while it may remember where it wants to go, is less likely than a brain to stop at a red light.

You need just enough awareness to stay alive, to stay smart, but not so much that you ever take control. Never question, never doubt. Just take a deep breath, and start walking.

The second comes in the fourth book, The Minority Council, when Swift seeks help from The Beggar King, who confers on Swift the vestments of the king’s office:

Then the Beggar King rose, and unfolded my new clothes.

“Kneel,” he said, and I knelt.

He held aloft a pair of shredding jeans, stained down one leg, with the pockets hanging out.

“I give to you,” he proclaimed, “the foul-smelling trousers of my clan. All who see you shall look away, and you shall bring shame, disgust and pity wherever you walk.”

He handed me the trousers ceremonially, which I hugged to my chest.

Then, “I give you the oversized second-hand shirt of the great fat man who went on a diet and no longer fitted his old clothes. He walks now in pride in tailored suits, does not give the beggars change but will perhaps one day donate a pair of torn-up shoes. Wear it with gratitude and bow your head when strangers walk away.”

I took the shirt. It smelt of chemical disinfectant, and something else, faint and sickly.

A large coat was flourished ceremonially.

“I give you a coat of infinite pockets and vile smell. The last man who owned this coat died in a church porch from exposure on a bitter night. But the vicar buried him in the yard beneath a stone cross, and the vicar’s wife laid flowers, and, though she did not know why, one of the paramedics came who had found the body and pronounced it long dead at the scene, joints stiff before the sun came up. Though you walk by yourself through the city streets, may you never know the truth of what it is to be alone.”

One of the pockets still held a battered plastic cup and the red felt-tip pen that had been used to write, hungry, please help.

A pair of trainers was held aloft. The uppers had come away from the soles, so that the last wearer’s toes could stick out, and the laces had each been knotted together from many fragments.

“These are the shoes of the beggar who cannot afford the bus, who does not have the money for the train. They have walked north and south, east and west, laying their footprints upon the earth with the lightness of a feather. We do not walk as others do, we are not the busy clatter of well-shod heels, we do not march with the stride of the rush hour, we are not joggers in a park or running for the bus. Ours is an ancient walk, the oldest walk known to man, down a path that has not changed since the first stone of the first city wall was laid. We walk together, the city and the beggars, until only the city remains. Take them, and be nothing but the city.”

I took the shoes, huddling them into my meagre bundle of possessions, and looked up.

The Beggar King’s open palm caught me across the side of the face hard enough to knock me down, landing awkwardly on my elbow. He stood over us and for a moment there was an ancient darkness in his eyes, as deep and wild as the whirlwind. “You’re one of us now,” he said, and his soft voice filled the room. “Don’t screw up.”

In these stories the teenagers who are distrusted and devalued by the world are recognised as real people of consequence. So too, those on the margins such as The Beggar King and his people, who form their own community and are recognised as fully human in the stories. As the story ends, Swift, having walked in London on the margins himself, passes on the vestments to another.

Round at the side of the church, I found who I was looking for, sitting alone on an old cardboard box that had been pulled apart to make a small mat. She had two sleeping bags, one inside the other – the first was bright blue, a camper’s sack with drawer strings; the other was a duvet, sewn together, and rotted at the corners. She wore a grey woollen hat and her face was pale, tinged with blue. Her legs were shaking inside the bedding and there was a greyness to her lips, a wideness in the pupils of her eyes. As I approached she eyed me suspiciously, her expression veering between fight or flight. She wasn’t out of her twenties, and though the sleeves of her jumper hid the worst of the track marks, enough capillaries had burst under her skin to tell much of her story.

I’m continually struck by the way in which these stories change how I see those around me. The ones I would normally ignore, mistrust and judge. These stories have a power to them beyond the fantastical elements in them; a power to make you look again at the world around you.

If you’re interested in reading some of these stories, then here are some of my favourites.

Kate Griffin

The Midnight Mayor series:

A Madness of Angels;

The Midnight Mayor;

The Neon Court;

The Minority Council;

Magicals Anonymous series:

Stray Souls;

The Glass God;

Ben Aaronovitch

This series follows PC Peter Grant as he is sucked into a world where policing meets the supernatural in London.

Benedict Jacka

In this series, Alex Verus, a magician on the margins in London, is caught between the political powers of the magical world while trying to care for and save his friends and run his magic shop.

Simon R. Green; Neil Gaiman; Paul Cornell

Simon R. Green’s Nightside series is a tongue-in-cheek approach to the genre (replicated in his other writings with related series);

Paul Cornell’s series that kicked off in London Falling, is a grim and gritty police series where flawed characters try to handle magical and policing crises. Not many laughs in this, but some significant impact along the way;

Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere introduced me to the genre. I enjoyed the TV series and it made me constantly look twice while walking around London years after reading it.

(British) Urban Fantasy and the Humanising of the Marginalised Urban fantasy is one of my favourite fictional genres, juxtaposing the fantastic with the mundane (

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