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crownofconvergencerp · 1 month

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𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘

the 34 year old soldier and acolyte was raised on the island of kyros, and has been sent as an emissary to destarin mere months ago..

Some would consider a purpose divined before their own birth and set readily upon youthful shoulders to be a burden. To Trystin it seemed more like a gift, a guide and a reason he might not have found on his own.

Young Trystin didn’t know his parents directly, but on the small isle of Kyros where he lived that was the norm. Children are separated from the mother, sight-unseen and then raised instead by the community. Trystin and his cohort didn’t know the strange reputation of Kyros, the dark rumours that spread with the tides, accusations mostly borne of misinformation, curiosity and boredom, or even the much more prevalent, shining reputation of their army, blessed and made stronger by their sacred oath to protect the isle. What he did know were long, sunny afternoons spent playing on the shore, racing along white marble halls, standing in the cool water up to his thighs, praying to the sea for protection, long days training under a brutal sun with hot sand underfoot.

Raised amongst who most would consider zealots, Trystin never realized the ways of his people were considered strict, never knew anyting else. It’s a simple accusation to make, to say that belief comes easy in times of peace and prosperity, but Trystin has known his own losses, the sort of heartache that feels like ribs cracked open, and found the sting of salt water to be cleansing, purifying.

Destarin isn’t the first place he’s been outside the isle of Kyros, but it’s his least favorite. The casual debauchery and lawlessness makes him crave home, but Kyros doesn’t send their people off the island for no reason. Trystin has been sent to make a Kyrian presence known in Destarin, to scout the location for potential, with the grand aim to build an outpost and turn the lost and wandering from Destarin to their kingdom in the sea.

WHAT ARE YOU...?

species: human (paladin), divinely blessed. weaknesses: mortal, enhancements & strength require trips back to kyros. strengths: enhanced strength & healing, some ritual magic. physical description: mortal in appearance, with a strong frame. aside from the various battle scars, trystan bears a scar under his left eye, running about an inch along his cheekbone. additional info: there are many rumours of the Isle of kyros and their practices, many exagerrated, but most with a morsel of truth hidden within. they are a closed-off community, only bringing in outsiders when one of their own ventures to the mainland to seek a marriage partner. like the outside kingdoms have a narrow view of kyros, so does kyros stare back, with disdain for the practices they deem uncouth and impious.

trystin of kyros is played by dynah and his fc is oliver jackson-cohen

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stillwaterca · 10 months

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The app count has been updated:

ONE APPLICATION

#stillwater: app count #oliver jackson cohen fc

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afterliferp · 2 years

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CORDELIA BECKETT is NO LONGER looking for HER ROMANTIC PARTNER.

More below the cut. 💻

Character Name: UTP

Age: 27 - 30

Status: Alive / Human

Type of Connection: Romantic Partner / Future Fiancé

Suggested FCs: Oliver Jackson-Cohen, Steve Noh, Jack Falahee, Casey Deidrick, Mena Massoud, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Jonathan Daviss, John Boyega, but I honestly am not picky, if you have someone else in mind I'd love to hear it! (EDIT: More listed here.)

Your Idea of the Character:

The general idea is that this is a Vanguard employee is very much in charge of keeping a careful eye on Cordelia's brother, Beck. Think of that fun little FBI agent joke- except it's honestly kind of real. Somehow while surveilling Beck, him and Cordelia got in contact and one thing has led to another and they're in a relationship.

Sometimes life laughs you in the face and you have to adapt accordingly, and that's kind of hilarious in it's own way. I'm unsure if he has told Cordi what he actually does for Vanguard but she does know he works for Vanguard on some kind of security basis and that's about it. It's entirely up to you if you think he would've told her about it and if that is something they're trying to figure out and overcome. (Bonus points if he was somehow a bit of a anchor to her absolute everywhere-personality. Less likely to do impulse choices, her anchor.)

Potential Plans & Headcanons:

The general thought is just for there to be a lot of conflict (both funny and actually sad/rough) between Cordi, her fiancé and her brother. At some point Beck will be finding out his sisters boyfriend works for Vanguard and if he figures out the guy is watching him- well that's a hurdle for then.

I imagine they're a pretty stable relationship though, like- fully enamored in each other and all of that true love stuff that people write about in romcoms kinda situation. I can see them being very ready to have a life together even if Cordi is super unable to keep a stable job and the guy working for Vanguard (be it because he wants to or because he has to).

I want that fluffy angsty couple that overcomes hurdles because they love each other even if it makes NO sense that they're together.

Contact Info: Please reach out to me on @cordibeckett and we can talk details!

Anything Else? Please contact me before applying!

#wanted connection #oliver jackson cohen fc #mena massoud fc #jack falahee fc #steve noh fc #afterlife.wanted #closed connection

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merazwrites · 6 months

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CLICKING THE SOURCE LINK will bring you to #243 gifs of Oliver Jackson-Cohen (1986) in the limited series World Without End (2012). Oliver is white and Egyptian Jewish. Please do not repost these gifs in anyway by adding them into gif hunts or distributing them as your own. If you convert them into gif icons and redistribute them, please credit me and link back to this pack. DO NOT use these gifs if you write “taboo themes” or real life/celebrities. You will be blocked. Like or reblog if you’re going to use these gifs.

content warning: blood, sword fighting, body image, death scene.

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dorystick · 3 months

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youngsamanda · 1 year

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In the source link you will find a free payhip link for #40 gifs of Oliver Jackson Cohen in The Invisible Man. All gifs are 245x145 and colored by me with a basic coloring and sharpening action. Each gif was made by me so if credit is given you are more than welcome to use these as sidebars, crackships, use in graphics, or edit into icons ! Please do not add these to use these gifs to portray minors or real people, gif hunts, gif packs, repost or take credit for them in any state or form but you are more than welcome to link back to this if you would like ! Trigger Warnings: None. He is thirty - six but was likely thirty - two to thirty - three while filming and is Egyptian Jewish and White. Please reblog these if these were helpful to you/plan to use or anything of the like ! If you enjoy my work please consider donating or commissioning me ! Please reblog if these were helpful to you/plan to use or anything of the like ! If you enjoy my work please consider donating to my ko-fi or payhip !

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andthesunrisesagain · 2 years

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Oliver Jackson-Cohen

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viscountessevie · 1 year

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Something There Vignette #2 - The Carriage

A/N: Welcome back to all who have been following this story aka my besties who have been either helping me beta reading and editing this with me or those just along for the ride reading snippets and listening to me ramble - here’s a second part of Chapter 1! [Taglist in the notes!]

Those who are new: Hello there! This is a fanfic for Lord Cassidy from Mr. Malcolm’s List and since he didn’t get a love interest in the film and is PRIME HR hero material, I gave him one! Her name is Lady Persephone Parker-Greens and you can read all about her in the links below. This is a childhood best friends to lovers story with marriage of convenience and a touch of forbidden romance.

Masterlist | Vignette #1 | Vignette #3

Yall read The Waltz and came back? Okay so some context, after the waltz they are both ambushed by other suitors and debs respectively and it’s just a filler scene that was too boring to post but probably will sharpen it up by the time I post the fic. The following vignette takes place after their separation at the Ball and they are on their way home together since they’re neighbours. Happy Reading yall!! [Added a watermark to my edit this time! I mean this is a very niche edit but if anyone does want to share - please let me know beforehand but reblogs are the most appreciated! Thank you]

As they left Amberton Manor, Sephy started to spring back to life. She could be the life of the party if she pleased and the occasion called for it. However, there was a guarded wall up with her performances in the Ton. If one knew where to look. Cassie knew. Now, as she pulled herself to his side, she allowed herself to relax in his presence. This is when the real fun began.

"There she is." He chuckled, his arm around her waist squeezing her playfully closer to him. They were so close she could feel the vibrations of his laugh against her own body. "I could have sworn you were about to put yourself to bed in the middle of the ballroom floor after Dick Chumley tried to engage you a second time."

Finally feeling free from prying eyes, she produced her fan hanging from her wrist and delivered a quick swat against his chest. "I would never. I will have you know, I am the perfect debutante" She gasped dramatically before hitting him again, lightly this time. "And that was for ignoring me while talking to Lady Feather."

"Lady Feather? You're slipping tonight, my dear Sephy." He teased and she couldn't help but smile at the endearment. It was just like any other night of theirs so why did it feel different? She shook her head to settle herself as they reached her carriage.

"Oh, I know exactly what her name was. It was Lady Gwyneth. She had far too many feathers, I'm surprised your nose was not aggravated." They left the conversation there as Cassie excused himself for a moment, running over to his valet and carriage. Most likely to brief that he'll be travelling with her tonight and to follow them.

She was opening the door to let herself in when he jogged back and swatted her hand away. Holding out his hand to guide her in, he opened the door for her. Sephy clasped his hand grateful and climbed in. Once she situated herself comfortably, she tugged him in. They both underestimated her strength of her pull as he tumbled inside and landed squarely on top of her.

She fell back onto the seat and their bodies pressed against each other under his weight. This time it did not feel as alarming as it did in the ballroom. Sephy was starting to enjoy being pressed up against Cassie. Before he could put out his arms to stop himself from crushing her, their faces came close together and their lips crashed into each other. Fire was the only thought that ran through her mind. It was the only way to describe how she felt having his lips on hers. Every part of her was set aflame.

The initial shock wore off a moment later and Cassie pulled back. He stared earnestly into her eyes, silently asking Sephy for permission to continue. They both knew their whole night had been building up to this. The waltz had been the turning point for them both, most of all for Sephy who was seeing Cassie in a new light. Oh, it was maddening how desperately she wanted to have him kiss her again.

Persephone didn’t need a moment to think before nodding enthusiastically. Tilting her head up, she pressed her lips against his. She let herself melt into the kiss. Her hands instinctively found his hair, her fingers tangling themselves through his thick locks while Cassie’s own hands came to cradle her head gently. Her fingers trailed down to stroke the nape of his neck, earning her a moan from him. She smiled satisfied against his lips as she brought her hands down to his lapels to tug him closer to her. They shifted their position so their legs could slot perfectly together. With one hand running through her hair, Cassie slid the other down the curve of her neck - letting her shiver in the wake of his touch before cupping her breast through her dress. His thumb rubbing against the hard pebble of her nipple, causing her to whimper into his mouth.

For those few minutes, they forgot themselves. They were completely wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the world outside. Then the door closed behind them, the noise startled the two. Persephone swore she jumped out of her skin while Cassie jumped away from her, landing on the seat across from her.

She used to always adore how well she could read him and how expressive he could be. Tonight, it felt like a curse. It was crystal clear how he felt about the kiss. Watching him carefully, she could pick out his furrowed eyebrows, eyes trained to the ground - he wouldn’t even look at her - and it had brought out his worst habit: chewing his lip to the point of drawing blood. She did take pride in how flushed he was from the kiss with his once perfectly styled hair all mussed up and swollen lips she was sure she could spend a lifetime kissing. Before she could part her lips to speak, he spoke first. He was stammering and fidgeting with nerves. Whatever was he nervous about?

“Sephy - Persephone, I apologise. That was highly inappropriate and… I shouldn’t have done that. It-it shouldn’t have gone that far. Good God, I compromised you.” He covered his hands over his mouth. She knew he was one for theatrics but this was too dramatic, even for her taste.

“Thank you for the delightfully astute observation, Caswell.” She said dryly, rolling her eyes at him. She was upset that ‘compromising her’ seemed to be his main priority. She hated that he seemed to regret what just happened and so she deflected. If he hated it, then she was going to pretend she didn’t care for it. “It was just a kiss, you do not have to get your breeches in a twist.”

“How are you so cavalier about this? I stole your virtue!” He dropped his head into his hands and let out a long groan. She could only glare at him with mild annoyance. With his dramatics, she couldn’t even enjoy how much she liked being ‘compromised’ in his words. “You didn’t steal anything, for Christ’s sake!” She leaned over to take his hands in hers. He slowly lifted his head up and finally looked her in the eye. She rubbed soothing circles on his hand while she reached out to caress his face and ran her fingers through his hair gently. He slowly started to calm down. “And I’m cavalier about this because it’s within our discretion, Cassie. It never happened if we don’t say anything.” She assured him. It hurt her to say it, but it was true. She loved him too much as a best friend to trap him into a marriage over a silly kiss that he certainly seemed to have hated.

“I am not going to lie to your parents, Persephone.” She did not care for the way he hissed her name and dropped her hands from his. “I did compromise you and I will be asking your parents’ permission for your hand in marriage the moment we get off this carriage.” He insisted honourably. He was so earnest about it all, she couldn’t hate him for it. What she did hate however was the finality in which he said it. She narrowed her eyes at him, staring him down with a glare usually directed at others for misstepping but he knew it all too well.

“Marriage?! Please tell me this is one of your jokes, Cassie. I assure you it is absolutely not funny.” Her tone was incredibly flat. The seriousness in his eyes told her exactly what she needed to know. She crossed her arms and stared hard at him. “Does your future bride get any say in the matter?” Her sharp and sarcastic tone was giving him whiplash. His eyes flashed and she could tell he was wounded. She had pushed her tone a little too far - making a mockery of his proposition by calling herself his bride. Nevertheless, she steeled herself and kept staring until he answered her.

“It’s the honourable thing to do, dearest and were you not just complaining days ago that you were already tired of the season and wanted a husband to fall into your lap? Well, here I am.” He grinned up at her. Now it was his turn to reach out and laced her fingers in his.

Shaking her head, she started to re-evaluate how her life had come to this. She had said that. Irony truly was a cruel mistress. Her thumb dragged across his as she gazed down contemplating at the sight. Who wouldn’t want to be married to their best friend? It was not as if she had never considered the thought of marrying him before. She was not one to be fussy about her marriage built on love. She knew exactly the kind of world she was born into. Marriage was a transaction and the safety net of the next chapter in a woman’s life. If one were to be rather pessimistic, it has been said that marriage was a woman’s legal death. She knew it would not be that awful with Cassie. Yet she knew if she allowed this, she would be robbing him of actual love. She knew he wanted a love match. He always has, ever since they were children. He was the dreamer and she was the practical one.

“No, Cassie, I will not be robbing you of your independence. And aren't you supposed to be upset that you've been ensnared by the claws of matrimony?” “Must you always forget, Sephy? I’m not like them - you know me better than that.” “Why are you so eager? We’re not in love.” She shot back.

Before he could answer, the carriage came to a stop. He huffed, "All this bickering when I could have been getting better acquainted with my bride." His eyes twinkled at the comment as he leaned in close to her. His eyes dropped to her lips for the briefest of moments. She glared at him when she realised he was teasing her. He never knew how to be serious, could he?

His wit was one of the things she enjoyed most about him. Tonight, it made her want to strangle him. Just as she was about to protest, the carriage door opened and her mask came on. She looked to him with pure adoration and was all smiles as Footman Jack helped her from the carriage. Forging forward first, a good distance was kept between them that no one but Cassie would be none the wiser to. Once they reached her front door, she spun on her heel to face him.

"I trust you'll keep our discretion tonight to yourself. Good night, Lord Cassidy." She gave him a cold curtsey and left him wondering where it all went wrong. "May I at least walk you to your room?" He hurried to catch up with her and gave her a pleading look. She never could say no to him. She nodded slowly, not trusting herself to say anything else.

The exhaustion of the day was weighing on her. Sensing this, he shuffled closer to offer up his shoulder to lean on. Old habits die hard and Persephone laid her head against his shoulder as he guided their way to her room. Breathing came easier when her parents were nowhere to be seen lounging in the drawing room. She knew Cassie well enough to know that he would have somehow let it slip to her parents about their indiscretion. It was an uncomfortable silence on the walk to her room. She absolutely despised it. This is exactly why she never let the thought of marrying Cassie go beyond considerations. All superficial attractions did was ruin friendships. Theirs had long transcended a friendship, they had a deep lifelong bond that couldn’t be compared to anything else. She wouldn’t trade it for anything else, not even a marriage based on lust with him. It was simply not worth it.

When they finally reached the threshold of her room, Cassie was the first one to break the silence. “I truly am sorry for tonight, Sephy.”

She couldn’t fathom what was so horrible and regretful about the kiss that he had to be sorry. She may not want to marry him because he felt pressured to do so but she did not regret that kiss. Not even a little bit, not even at all. It made her want to scream desperately, “I’m not!” at him but she was far too tired to muster the energy. All she could do was nod mutely.

“Promise me you will not tell my parents about tonight?” She pleaded softly - they would without a doubt have the two of them be married before the month’s end. The idea of Cassie resenting her later in their lives for trapping him in a loveless marriage broke her heart. There could be love in their marriage, just not the one he wanted.

He dipped his head in affirmation, silent and deep in his thoughts. She wished he would tell her exactly what was wrong. While they prided themselves on knowing what was wrong with the other most days, they could not read each other’s mind. This certainly was uncharted territory for the both of them. Sephy was so sure he was going to turn and walk away without a friendly goodbye when he took a breath. She watched him intently, unsure of his next course of action.

“Sephy…” He started to fidget with his hands as he always does when he was nervous, which was most of the time. She took a step closer to him and clasped his hands in hers. “Yes?” Looking up at him, her eyes were gentle and encouraging. You can tell me anything, was the unspoken reminder. He managed a small smile. “Would you consider being courted by me? We would not have to marry, however it would give us a chance to explore a romantic attachment.”

The hope that filled his blue blue eyes made her heart ache. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t break his heart. She swallowed every one of her protests and slowly inclined her head.

“May I have some time to think about it? It’s been quite the night, Cassie.” She laughed softly, attempting to lighten the dark mood that had been cast upon them. His lips tilted up to match her laugh but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it always does.

“Of course.” He stepped close to her and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Have a good night, dear Sephy.”

Persephone had closed her eyes when he kissed her forehead, allowing the moment to wash over her. When she opened them, Cassie was gone.

#Mr. Malcolm's List #Mr. Malcolm's List Fanfiction #Lord Cassidy #Lord Cassidy x OC #OC: Lady Persephone Parker-Green #Something There #Cassephone #Oliver Jackson-Cohen #FC: Simone Ashley #The Viscountess Writes

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coloradohqconnections · 6 months

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LOGAN RIVERA (ADRIA ARJONA) is looking for THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN, CHAY SUEDE, MARTIN SENSMEIER, MICHIEL HUISMAN, HENRY GOLDING, MICHAEL VLAMIS, AARON TVEIT, or UTP, but you must reach out to AETHERFMS to find out more! (+ Basically this is the one relationship that was GOOD, among the many flings and hook ups and messes that she went through over her years in Denver to where it felt like love. Whether they admitted it or not, they were someone that the other could see a future with. It didn’t last. We can plot how/why things ended badly between them and why they hadn’t spent any time with the other until recently. Logan moved on with a new relationship, though it was clear that it wasn’t a good one, and these two ended up hooking up a few times right before the car accident. They are the possible baby daddy, which is something else that can be plotted out beforehand as to whether or not they are. )

#town rpg #city rpg #appless rpg #oc rpg #oliver jackson cohen fc #chay suede fc #martin sensmeier fc #michiel huisman fc #henry golding fc #michael vlamis fc #aaron tveit fc #romantic #open connection #wanted #30s #40s

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mona colby (nathalie emmanuel) is looking for their ex partner / father of her child !!

Name of the Connection: UTP. If they were married, their surname does not need to be Colby, since Mona would have kept her name, although he could always have taken her last name if you think that’s something he’d do !! They were a pretty renegade couple.

Preferred Faceclaim: Some suggestions are Regé-Jean Page, David Castañeda, Oliver Jackson-Cohen, Rahul Kohli, Andrew Garfield, Penn Badgley, Robert Pattinson, Dylan O’Brien, Charles Melton, Casey Deidrick, Lucien Laviscount, Logan Lerman, Jack Fallahee.

Description: So I’m looking for a spicy ex-partner connection who would be the baby daddy of Mona’s child and the guy she’s currently in a custody battle with. This connection would probably be around the same age as Mona (playing age of 30-35) and most likely grew up in Roswell as she got pregnant in high school. She ended up dropping out during her senior year to have the baby, Nico, who is now 12 years old. The two were either dating or just hooked up in high-school, and Mona wound up pregnant. Whether your muse wanted her to keep the baby is up to you, but she did. They lived together for a few years after high school in Mona’s foster moms trailer, or maybe they moved out and got their own place in Tripps or the Greystone Complex. I think they got married mostly because it was pretty renegade to get married fresh out of high school, especially when Mona had always been so ‘I-don’t-need-a-man’. Their engagement was a shock to everyone, including them. There was definitely love there on Mona’s part. Whether your muse loved her is up to you. After three years together, they realised their marriage (or engagement, if you don’t want them to have been married) just wasn’t working. They filed for a divorce, which was completed the following year.

Until he was around 9, their son Nico lived with Mona and her mom at the trailer park and saw his dad at the weekends, and in the evenings. Mona was dealing with addiction and substance abuse for most of the time Nico was in her care, although she never used around Nico, and took her duties as a mother super seriously. Her mom (or your muse) reported her to social services when they found out she was using. She packed a suitcase and her and Nico drove off in her pick-up truck, because having grown up in the care system, she couldn’t face Nico suffering the same fate she did. Because she was worried he’d end up in care, it would probably make sense that your muse was also struggling with addiction, had some kind of criminal history that may prevent him from getting custody, had moved away from Roswell at this point, or just didn’t want custody of Nico. Eventually, Mona and Nico were tracked down by social services, and Nico was temporarily put in the care of your muse. I imagine Mona and your muse have a very explosive relationship, which was only exacerbated by Nico being put in his father’s care. This would have been made way worse if your muse was the one who called social services. They can go from play fighting to a full on scrap in seconds, mostly because Mona is quite hot-headed. Your muse could either also be the similar stubborn, quick-to-anger type, or maybe they’re a lot more level-headed and Mona just brings out the worst in them. Other than being exes on bad terms who were at school together, it’s quite open to interpretation and I’m happy to change any of these details. If you don’t see your character getting married, that could still work, maybe they never married, they just lived together and broke up after a few years. This could also work for a character who’s currently in the group who’s around the right age and grew up in Roswell. Here’s a stub of a pinterest board on their relationship.

Player Contacted before application?: yes please, you can reach me at @monacolby

#rege-jean page fc #david castaneda fc #oliver jackson cohen fc #rahul kohli fc #lucien laviscount fc

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