The Oc Masterpost

A while ago, somebody sent me an ask asking who my ocs where. I wanted to make a proper introdution, so on each link is a post with a certain cast of ocs. They are separated for wip, and there is a little bit of context on the top of each one.

1. Ein (im rebooting it, you could say)

2. Totsuka and Megan: Mishappen Heroes (updated! Meet Donatello and Lady Iz)

3. The War Of The Human Throne (updated! Meet Aalyah.)

4. 9 Gates Of Hell

5. Across Time & Odds

6. Project Three (placeholder name)

7. Little Red Riding Hood Cyberpunk

8. The Snow White One

Still on the brainstorm phase:

9. (coming out eventually)

10. (about a knight girl and her sassy trans magician friends. Ugh--coming out eventually)

11. (chosen one story--coming out eventually)

Wipless ones:

12. Petrichor oc - he was born of a redrawing i did of an old piece. In the original drawing, the character was a girl but I decided to make him trans just like me. He has long pink hair and is a witch on a modern witch academy. That's all his lore. Main traits: Cocky, playful, confident.

Note: If there are any typos or things that you couldn't understand, please lmk! I want to make them very neat and simple to read.

headshots from a Thing i'm working on

Estaturas wuu

No one asked for this but have a Xanrik WIP!

I know I have WIPs ato work on but while I'm doing that.

Twisted Wonderland Monster AU?

Anyone invested. I wanna hear headcannons. I have a few but send me some asks.

I can extend it by turning Yuus into monsters too. I'm feeling spoopy.

WIP Last Line Meme

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thank you for the tag @ursahelianthus! 💖 Here's the line (missing its beginning because of spoilers):

...Q thought about fear and love; the things that drove some people to violence and to killing, and others into a pair of comforting arms in a bed or a sauna or a steel box room at the very bottom of London.

We'd be here forever if I had to tag a person a word, but I'll tag a few folks I know with ongoing WIPs and projects. @spiritofcamelot @ato-the-bean @aprettyspy @cicerfics @l219tj @luminiferocity

Find the Word Tag Game

Thank you @paperbackribs and @mentallyundone for including me! Most of these are from my Big Bang fic or my Top Secret Valentine's Day project, but there are one or two other things thrown in

My words from paperbackribs were talk, close, heart, suddenly, and realise, and my words from mentallyundone were heat, shut, insane, tight, and over

But first! Zero obligation tags (I'm sorry if I'm catching you twice): @emchant3d, @estrellami-1, @devondespresso, @tboyeddie, @spiritofcamelot, @ato-the-bean, @thestalwartheart, and @azure7539arts

Your words are: Clean, Bright, Dead, Dream, and Star

Rules: We all seem to be making them up a little bit, but so far it's boiled down to "search your WIP's (or any unposted works) for the words you've been given and post a snippet that includes them." Then, come up with some new words and tag everyone or no one or any number in between, it's like Little Caesar's in here

Now! My own answers below the cut:

Talk

“Okay,” Eddie says again. “Steve, is this normal? Like, do I need to get you to a hospital or something? Because I’m gonna be honest, you’re freaking me out a little.” If possible, Steve’s frown deepens at that. He opens his mouth, throat working, but all that he really manages to get out is another, “Hurts.” “I know. I know it does, sweetheart,” Eddie says, shooting for soothing. He reaches up and covers Steve’s hand where it’s still clenched against his scalp, apparently intent on yanking out his own hair, and manages to get him to let go. He weaves his own fingers through in its place, trying to apply pressure without pulling, without hurting. “I need you to talk to me, though. Please. I need to know if you need a doctor.”

Close

It goes quiet, and Hargrove leans in close, murmuring in his ear in a way that makes Steve shudder in revulsion, makes him want to writhe away, but all he can do is lie there as Hargrove asks him, “Who do you work for?” Steve’s mouth is dry and his tongue is thick as he tries to answer. “Scoops. I work for Scoops Ahoy.” Hargrove pulls back, and his grin is a feral slash across his face. “Wrong answer, Harrington.”

Heart

“Why no date, then, Stevie?” Eddie teases. “Waiting for the right person to ask?” Steve shrugs, glancing over at Eddie. “Maybe. Hey, you want these?” Before Eddie can address that “maybe,” Steve is holding out a small, heart-shaped box to him, deep red and tied with a perfect satin bow. Eddie blinks. His heart skips a beat. And then he falls back on the old standby: sarcasm. “You shouldn’t have,” he says drily. “I didn’t. Lindsey gave them to me, but I don’t really want them,” Steve says, shaking the box at Eddie. Almost automatically, Eddie reaches out to take the chocolates. “Is this proper etiquette?” he teases.

Suddenly

They sit in silence as Steve tries to figure out how to eat his burger without dribbling egg all over everything and as Eddie drowns his French toast in butter and syrup, and the food is good, but the atmosphere suddenly sucks. As much as Steve hates the idea of Eddie giving up something he wants just because Steve is there, he hates the sudden awkward silence even more. He reaches for something, anything, to break it. “Are peanuts really ruining the environment?”

Realise (I got this one on a technicality, because I spell the word with a 'z' like a heathen)

Because that’s another thing about being friends with Steve Harrington – Eddie isn’t at all sure they’re just friends. At least, he isn’t sure that’s what they’re going to stay. It had shaken his very foundation to realize, in less than an hour of really talking to him for the first time, even, that Steve is very probably queer. That he’s like Eddie. And that he might, in fact, like Eddie.

Heat

“Shit, man, why didn’t you tell me you were eating? I could’ve waited,” Steve says. “Seriously?” Eddie tosses him an incredulous look. “It’s pouring out. It’s cold. I wasn’t gonna make you wait. I can just heat the pizza back up!” “You can heat me back up!” Steve shoots back, and Eddie snorts into a round of surprised laughter. “What?” he wheezes, looking back over at Steve until Steve shoves him to get his eyes back on the road. “You know what I– I just mean that I wouldn’t have died if I’d had to wait an extra half hour, Jesus.” Steve rubs a hand over his face, hoping if he does it hard enough, that’ll account for whatever redness is currently rising in his cheeks. “I didn’t mean for you to put your shit on hold just to come get me, you know?”

Shut

Eddie’s hands are on Steve almost as soon as he’s across the threshold, even before the door is shut, grounding Steve back in himself, giving him a point of focus that isn’t the depressing assortment of memories skewed across his house or his own swirling anxiety. “You good?” Eddie asks, cupping Steve’s jaw and dragging his hands down his neck, his shoulders, his arms, before finally taking his hands. Steve shivers under the touch. “Getting there.”

Insane - Not found! But I did find one instance of "crazy," which is synonymous, if tonally different, so here's that:

“Okay, okay, so he picked up on you being a romantic, that’s great, but,” Robin holds her hands out in front of herself in an emphatic sort of ‘here’s the thing’ gesture, “where was all of this before?” “Right?” Steve bursts out, flinging his arms out in front of himself, narrowly avoiding knocking into one of Robin’s hands. “Thank you! I’m not crazy for wondering that!” “Of course you’re not,” Robin says, narrowing her eyes at him. “He didn’t tell you that you were, did he?”

Tight

The distinct sound of shattering porcelain is followed by a vehemently hissed, “shit,” and then silence. “Steve?” Eddie calls from the couch into the kitchen. “You okay?” “Yeah,” Steve calls back, but his voice sounds tight in the way it does when something definitely isn’t okay.

Over

“Because Eddie is Harrington’s favorite,” Oliver says, both a tease and a statement of fact. Steve says nothing, but he does turn and give Eddie another little smile, wiggling the plastic cup at him. “Well,” Eddie says slowly, reaching out to take the pudding without looking away from Steve, “I was the one who invited him over in the first place. Only seems right.” “Exactly,” Steve agrees, though it’s a little too soft to carry. “Lame,” Jeff declares, even as he starts in on the uneaten meatloaf. “No, no, he clearly has some kind of social superpowers,” Oliver insists. “If we wait long enough, maybe he’ll spot people who secretly have crushes on us, too.” “I think I’ll just settle for his lunch,” Jeff decides.

Ok this wip was from a little while back but I don't have time to finish it, port/gas D ace if he was cooler (aka kia/we as ace from one piece cuz him with the flame flame fruit is sooo real to me) I'd draw my s/i as yam/ato but :P lazy

Thanks so much @mi6-cafe and @ato-the-bean for the moodboard workshop! I just finished one for my WIP, "The Best Policy," where Bond accidentally eats an experimental Q Branch brownie laced with [spoiler redacted], and I thiiiiink the moodboard might also count for "lazy day" for this week's Moodboard March theme? This was so much fun, thank you! 💙

its wip Wednesday baby... here eat this bit before they start watching movies in chapter uhhhh 6? yeah 6.

He hopped onto the couch, and slipped himself back under the quilt. When Chai craned his neck, he could barely peer into the edge of the kitchen to catch a glimpse of the patched up Chai-and-808 shaped holes they had left in the kitchen’s wall– along with the rest of the damage.

He muses aloud, half-impressed, half-alarmed, “Man, I’m surprised I even slept as hard as I did, after crashing through the wall like that.”

He heard heavy footsteps walking closer, and felt the shifting, subtle weight of a large hand being firmly placed on the back of the couch, "Well, I assume you wouldn't have gotten very good sleep in general, with the whole–” He paused, briefly, “Dream situation and all, little guy."

Chai glanced up, to see Macaron looking down at him with a mix of familiarity and concern. Mac's big, pleading eyes are difficult to lie to.

Okay, Chai guesses we're just… jumping right into it, then.

Chai sucked air in through his teeth, apprehensiveness cracked his voice, "Yeaaah, uh? Sorry for not telling you guys. It just," He shrugged, reaching to rest his hands behind his head, "Didn't seem like a big issue."

"Well, we're gonna talk about it later, and just… sort out some stuff to help you out with it, like with Roxanne!" He smiled softly.

“Uh, yeah,” Peppermint glanced over from setting up a movie player with the television, "You've just been dealing with Kale’s stupid afterimage this whole time like mom?–" She shot him a hurt look, "And you didn't think to, I don't know, *tell* anyone?"

Chai felt a bit small under her intense look, “It just–” He looked elsewhere to not have to process how uncomfortable it makes him feel, "Seemed *fine* to me– We know why the power outages are happening now, don’t we?"

“Yeah, but power outages are something that we can just bang monkywrenches at until the problem’s repaired–” Peppermint gestured at him, “This? This Is something *else,* Chai.”

Chai rolled inwards, facing the back cushions of the couch, troubled by the idea that it would require hard work to fix, “Something else? Man, look– I just didn't see the point in taking Kale seriously."

He tried a small laugh– “I mean, have you *MET* him? I'm not letting that guy get to me."

Korsica hummed, crossing her arms, "Maybe, I know if anybody could run Kale up a wall, it would be you– But still. Having some piece of shit in your head, going after you for months on end?"

She eyed him on the couch, not fully believing his usually cool demeanor that he always lounges with, "That really does sound like it would do a number on anybody– Even on you, Chai."

"I don't see why it would, though?" He looked over with a confused facade at Korsica on the kitchen counter, and offered another carefree shrug, "Besides, I never remember much about them once they're over, anyway."

“I see,” CNMN piped up, without looking away from his pan, he casually asked, "That reminds me, Mister Chai! How did you enjoy the macchiato from your trip to the cafe?"

Chai yawned, shuffling in his position on the cushions, "It was pretty good– but I didn’t get that macchy-ato thing. I *did* got an affogato, though,”

He puffed out a mildly annoyed sigh, “The drinks were always *stupid* expensive the more stuff you put in them, so I always just stuck to the basics.”

“But other than that? It’s *pre–tty* worth it." He tiredly smiled over at CNMN, "Why d'you ask?"

CNMN drew on a quirked brow, and turned slowly to where Chai was sitting.

Chai stares in confusion for a few seconds, before realizing his blunder with a forceful facepalm into his glasses– "...Crap."

"Mister Chai,”

CNMN emphasized his disappointment with thick, marked brows, “I believe you are *very* capable of remembering these dreams! So I have to ask that once we begin counseling later,"

"Please be honest with yourself and others." He turned back to the pan, reaching to flip an omelette onto a plate,

"After our movie, we can discuss methods of managing this manifestation of Spectra to make future nights easier," He walked over to clank the plate omelette with a ketchup smiley beside Chai on the TV table.

He shot out a cheerful thumbs up, "...Along with any *other* topics you may want to discuss during counseling!"

WIP Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thank you for the tag, @ato-the-bean!  I’m off to the airport soon so maybe this will give me inspiration if any asks come in before I loose internet.

The Call of Destruction

The Immortal Academic

Twin Tales Book 3 part 1

Twin Tales Book 3 part 2

Menw

Chapter 20 - rewrite

I don’t actually have a lot of different WIPs, but here we are. I’m happy to talk about all of them and give a snippet.

Tagging: @castillon02 @mistbornhero @the-astro-ace @arel-o-imladris @ares-uprising @stinastar

Across Time and Odds - tag: ato wip

Genre: Soft magic, fantasy, time-travel

What is it about: (I picture it as having a Dark Academia aesthetic.) In their past lives, two people fell in love. But a jealous warlock didn’t want them to be happy, so he killed them, and cursed them both: When they eventually reincarnate, one will not be in the same time period of the other, but centuries apart. He took special care in one's curse: When he was born again, it would be in the body of a woman, so even if the couple managed to meet again, she would not fall in love with him (lmao). They reincarnate and meet anyways, and they also go on quests to hunt this warlock down.

Who’s in it:

Danielle (he/him): Main traits: Friendly, calculist. Danielle is a closeted trans guy and he reincarnated in the modern times. Despiste the warlock's "curse", he's pretty fine with his gender. One day, he somehow found out this place; a huge 1800’s-esque  library/party/ball place (?) that is a meeting spot for lots of magical beings--witches, potion-makers, faerie, creatures he thought he’d only ever see on folklore--, and one of them, he quickly finds out, has a thing he might want: A potion-seller, who does not accept human currency, but is happy to give Dani a potion that might have the same effects of a shot of testosterone on his body. The mage gives him a little to test out, and Dani hesitantly accepts. Next time, he finds the library again, and when the mage finds him, they say they’ll offer a deal: A shot per time, and each time, it will be given as a reward for a favor. They send Dani on missions in other realms or in the human world, and in exchange, Dani gets his magic T shot. It’s kind of worth it, Dani comes to a conclusion after a few tryouts. He starts sneaking every two weeks or so to the library in order to meet the magician and get his part of the deal.

Amanda (she/her) - Main traits: Critical, strong moral sense, playful. Amanda reincarnated in colonial Brazil, a few centuries before Dan. She is the second child of a wealthy man and is quite a rebel for her time? She doesn’t like the expectations that are inflicted upon her and her gender, she doesn’t like the fact that people like her father don’t seem to care about others, the fact that she has basically no freedom, etc. One day, her father sends her to a boarding school for ladies in the USA, and she stays there for a few years. She makes a friend, a special girl who gives her a gift when it's time for them to part ways: A pocket clock with a dark chain attached to it (I’m not sure about what the clock looks like aside from that). When she comes back home, she is frustrated with life as usual, and as she gets bored, Amanda is playing with her clock and activates the magic in it and she is sent to the future :). She spawns right at the library, in a room where Dani was hanging out by himself and that’s the first time they meet. Eventually, she figures she’s gone into the future and starts working with the same mage as Dan in order to figure things out and maybe go back into the past. She is addapting quite well to the modern times, tho. I don’t think she wants to go back. (She also thinks Dani is a girl)

The Mage (they/them) - Main traits: Honest, misterious, realistic, charismatic. Little to no background lore, I’m still figuring them out. They are a regular at the lib and give the missions to Amanda and Dan. They always make sure it is something they can handle and later when the threat (evil warlock) starts showing up, they encourage both to abort the mission. They are very powerful and can deal with most magic things, from curses and potions to broken magical artifacts. Their name is prob going to be Gale. They’re also probably immortal.

The Evil Warlock - Main traits: Evil, petty, ?, ? Not sure about him. I don’t even know if their pronouns are going to be he/him at all. Oh, yea. And they’re probably transphobic. (For now he’s a they/he for now.)

Note A: They’re past life romance is prob gonna grow into qpr or friendship

Note B: Soft magic system (Like. Very much)

It’s Jammies January!

This month we’re celebrating lazy days and comfy PJs---anything with characters in their pajamas or being cozy/domestic. What that looks like for Bond characters is up to you!

Whether you are creating new works or recommending works by others, tag @mi6-cafe in your posts so it shows up in our notifications and we can reblog it!

End of the Year Survey - Open Until January 9th 

As ever, we are looking forward, hoping to make 2023 even better than the years before.

This is where YOU come in. We have created a survey for you to tell us what you liked, what you wished would change, and any other suggestions you have for the Cafe. Take as much or as little time as you want, but we really do value your feedback and use it to plan the next year.

Even if you only found the Cafe recently or didn’t participate in much, we still want to know what you think. This really is a community so we want you all to help shape our next year!

Link to survey!

Festive Fanwork Fiesta 

Thank you to everyone who participated in December’s Festive Fanwork Fiesta! The entries are a joy to read. You can read all of this year’s and last year’s by scrolling through this tag. We hope you all have a great start to 2023!

The Saturday Cafe: January 14th and 28th 

Come join us in the fandom Slack as we write, draw, sprint, plot,  brainstorm, cheerlead, and generally have a good time trying to get things done together. If you’d like an invite to the Slack, go ahead and message @castillon02 or @spiritofcamelot!

Long Fic Readalong, Saturdays at 9pm ET

Join us in the Discord while we read a fic together. This is a chance to enjoy the fun of reading a chaptered work in weekly installments  with all the laughter and shared suspense that that involves. The group is currently reading “Important Dates” by Ato!

We’d love to see you there. You are welcome to listen if you don’t or can’t read aloud!    

When: Saturdays at 9pm eastern/6pm Pacific (your local time here).

Where: We’ll be reading on discord in the readalongs channel. (Invite to discord here)

Please join us to read, to just hang out and listen, and to generally enjoy a good story together!

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Favorite Self-Rec Fics

@thestalwartheart tagged me for this a bit ago, and I am just now getting around to doing it. Apologies for that. It's been a crazy week. 1. Traitor's Gate - This is actually one of my earlier works in the 00Q fandom, and it tends to fly beneath the radar. It was inspired by a lovely moment I spent looking across The Thames at The Tower of London after seeing Ben Whishaw portray Brutus in Julius Caesar. It's one of my favorite fics because of that memory. 2. 21 Grams - Though it is currently the 8th part in the WaterVerse series, it was originally the fourth one written. It's a close examination of what James is like after a catastrophic tragedy befalls his family. Yes, it does help to read the previous installments. 3. Hello (co-authored with @boffin1710) - Our most recent fic, it focus on grief and the grieving process, and what happens when James comes back to London 15 years after he left with Madeleine Swann and finds a very different Q from the man he knew before. 4. Without Being Told (co-authored with @boffin1710)- Though it is still a WiP, and lonnnnng one, it came along at a time that was such a difficult one for so many people, not just in the fandom, but world wide, and because of that it will always have a special place in my heart. Well, because of that and long-suffering Alec and "catting" Q. It was a toss up for this fourth fic: Without Being Told or Château de la Résurrection. I like them both so much. Boffin and I have made a promise to one another (and consequently to our readers) that it will be finished. 5. Bouncy - Pure, unapologetic crack. Drunk Q. Reallllly drunk Q! Complete with the gif that inspired the fic.

I must now tag 5 other fanwork creators, so I choose: @ato-the-bean, @castillon02, @boffin1710, @notwhatyouthoughtiwas, and @verdigrissoup

ato wip pls</3

Sitting alone in the painfully dark, empty penthouse apartment as the clock strikes midnight surrounded by birthday decorations and an overwhelming tension you’re more than relieved when you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening.

“Kook I’m sorry, I hate fighting with you and I know I should’ve said something to him at the time but I was just in shock and it’s not an excuse but-,” You ramble, standing from the sofa to greet him in a hurry, “I-, I wasn’t expecting him to say all those things and-“

You pause, completely frozen with panic when you register the man standing between the golden elevator doors is in fact, not your fiancé.

- AGAINST THE ODDS

Last Sentence Tag Game: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thank you @mr-iskender for the tag! This sentence is from my upcoming 00Q fic where Q takes the field tests. This sentence comes during a scene where Q has just come into the gym for his physical test, just after a line where Bond expresses his deep skepticism about Q's stamina.

Tags under the cut.

In the interests of the agents always having the correct intelligence about a given situation, Q has no qualms about proving him wrong.

I don't think I have twenty-three people to tag, but I'll do my best to cover at least the first part of this sentence before the comma! As always, no pressure to play along if you don't want to or aren't writing anything at the moment: @aprettyspy @dhampir72 @themerc @anyawen @ato-the-bean @spiritofcamelot @eleanor-is-fine @dassandre-00qpidsarrow @boffin1710 @cicerfics @ao3-brihna @pennybone @path-finder @verdigrissoup @stinastar