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nerium-lil · 6 months

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Enchanting Descent into the Deep pt.1

Mihawk x Siren Reader/OC

Warnings: Slightly dark

Among the bones of marines and pirates, the siren lounged on her macabre throne, her opal eyes half-lidded, exuding an air of sinister regality. She reclined with a casual indifference; her sleek tail coiled around the jutting remnants of her gruesome seat. With every shift, bones creaked in eerie accompaniment, their once-vibrant souls now subservient to her sinister will.

The siren's sharp, predatory smile revealed her needle-like teeth, gleaming with malevolence. Her pure white hair cascaded over the gnarled bones, a stark contrast to the dark and desolate waters. Opalescent scales shimmered like sinister stars in the abyss, accentuating her unnerving beauty. Her eyes, cold and unfeeling, scanned the surrounding wreckage, hinting at a dark, inscrutable intelligence.

She sighed with a disturbing mix of boredom and amusement, the sound akin to a sinister lullaby drifting through the forlorn graveyard of ships and lives she had claimed. The siren's presence, even in repose, exuded an aura of maleficent power, a reminder of the ocean's capricious cruelty and her undisputed reign over its depths.

However, a shadow on the horizon caught her attention, and her heart quickened with excitement. With a graceful flick of her tail, she swam to the surface, her pure white hair trailing behind her like a silken veil. As she breached the surface, her opalescent scales glinted in the dying light. For a moment, she appeared as a mythical mermaid, but her dark and sinister smile betrayed her true nature.

Mihawk, the renowned swordsman, had been ordered to investigate these perilous waters that had claimed the lives of countless seafarers. As he sailed through the mist-shrouded waters, a sense of danger hung heavy in the air. He tightened his grip on his sword, prepared for whatever malevolent force awaited him.

He observed the eerie waters with a keen and apprehensive eye. The air was charged with a palpable tension as he prepared himself for a formidable encounter, his legendary blade ready to strike down any potential threat.

His heart skipped a beat as he beheld the creature emerging from the depths. The creature turned out to be the figure of a woman. He was taken aback by the womans unparalleled beauty, marred only by the malevolence that danced in her opal eyes. Her pure white hair framed her face like an otherworldly halo, a stark contrast to the dark, treacherous sea surrounding her. The opalescent scales that adorned her body seemed to glisten like a siren's luring song, yet they exuded an aura of menace that sent shivers down his spine.

Enraptured by her ethereal beauty, he momentarily forgot the looming peril. Her pure white hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her opal eyes held an otherworldly allure. But as she flashed her wickedly sharp teeth in a sinister grin, he recoiled from the undeniable truth. This was not a mermaid, but a siren of legend, a predator of the deep. Unease coursed through him as he realized he had unwittingly entered this creature of legends treacherous realm. Though her physical allure was undeniable, the siren's sinister presence was a stark reminder of the dangers lurking beneath the waves.

Mihawk was no stranger to perilous encounters, but this one promised to be unlike any other, a confrontation that transcended mere combat and delved deep into the realm of malevolent enchantment. The siren's haunting melody echoed through the air, the waves beneath his ship growing restless. Her voice, like the luring call of a malevolent temptress, promised pleasure and peril in equal measure. The sea itself seemed to thrash and writhe in response to her song, creating an eerie backdrop to the impending encounter.

The siren continued to circle Mihawk's solitary ship like a shark that had stumbled upon its prey. Her voice hummed through the air, a haunting melody that promised both pleasure and peril. Mihawk could feel the enchantment wrapping around him like invisible tendrils, urging him to surrender to its power.

Her opal eyes locked onto his with predatory excitement, and her sharp-toothed smile widened. "Just a bite," she purred, her voice as seductive as it was sinister, "and all your troubles will disappear into the depths."

Mihawk's grip on his sword tightened, and his knuckles turned white as he resisted the siren's insidious call. He knew the danger that lurked beneath her beguiling facade, and he wouldn't be ensnared so easily. But the siren, sensing his defiance, inched closer, her clawed hand reaching out as if to pluck a choice morsel from an alluring feast.

Despite his resistance, Mihawk could feel the pull of her malevolent charm, an almost magnetic force that threatened to overwhelm his willpower. It was a battle of wits and desires, and he was determined not to become another nameless victim among the bones in her watery graveyard.

"I am no mere morsel for your feast," Mihawk declared, his voice echoing with unwavering determination. "Your song may have ensnared others, but I am a master of my own fate, and I will not yield."

The siren's excitement swelled, and she inched closer, her clawed hand reaching out with sinister intent. The sea churned with anticipation, and her melodic voice intensified its seductive power. "The strongest have fallen to my melody," she hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. "You'll find it difficult to resist, for I am the mistress of these deadly waters."

Mihawk's defiance stood as a beacon in the tempest of her lure, and he met her gaze with unyielding strength. "Your waters may be treacherous, but I am a master of my own destiny." The siren's irritation flared, her song faltering against his unbreakable will.

As the suspenseful battle of wills raged on, the sea itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the impending clash between the swordsman and the siren, where only one would emerge victorious from the dark depths of the abyss.

The siren's eyes locked onto the formidable swordsman. His defiance and unyielding spirit intrigued her in ways she had not known before. It was a challenge she couldn't resist, a dangerous game of predator and prey that promised to be exhilarating.

The siren's smile, sweet yet bone-chilling, widened with sinister glee. This man would not succumb easily to her enchanting melody, and that made the hunt all the more thrilling. With every moment that passed, her excitement grew, and she couldn't help but relish the prospect of a formidable adversary who could match her in this deadly dance.

As the tempestuous battle of wills unfolded, the siren found herself immersed in a captivating struggle for dominance, a sinister waltz with a mortal who refused to yield. The suspense, the darkness, and the thrill of the chase combined to create a macabre symphony that echoed through the treacherous waters. In this perilous encounter, she had found a prey worthy of her twisted desires, a prey she was determined to ensnare, no matter the cost.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the man's resolute resistance. She leaned closer, her opal eyes locking onto his, and with a voice like silk laced with danger, she purred, "You have a strong will, swordsman, but I sense a longing in your heart. What is it that you truly desire?"

Mihawk's eyes remained locked with hers, his resolve unbroken. "I desire nothing from the likes of you," he retorted, his voice cool and collected.

The siren's laughter, sweet yet dripping with malice, filled the air. "Oh, but you desire something, don't you? Perhaps a taste of the forbidden, the allure of the unknown," she taunted, her claws tracing patterns in the water as she continued her seductive dance around the ship.

Mihawk's grip tightened on his sword hilt, his expression unwavering. "Your temptations mean nothing to me. I am a man of discipline and focus."

The siren's eyes gleamed with predatory excitement. "A man of discipline, you say? How fascinating. Tell me, do you never yearn to stray from the path of righteousness, to explore the depths of darkness?"

Mihawk's voice remained steady. "I do not yield to temptation."

The siren's luscious voice took on a sultry tone as she whispered, "But wouldn't you like to taste what lies beyond the boundaries of your self-imposed restraint, just once? A taste, a nibble, a bite... Perhaps, just a bite of forbidden fruit?"

Mihawk's eyes flickered with a hint of unease, but his will remained steadfast. "I am immune to your charms."

The siren's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Is that so? Then let our battle of wills continue, swordsman. We shall see who succumbs first to the lure of the abyss."

The siren continued her haunting melody, weaving a web of enchantment in the perilous waters. The battle of words and wills raged on, both predator and prey locked in a deadly dance, determined to claim victory in this macabre symphony of darkness and desire.

The siren's predatory allure had swirled around Mihawk like a tempest, but his unwavering will had been a formidable shield against her seductive entreaties. As she circled his ship, her opalescent scales glinting in the dappled sunlight, she had tried every trick in her arsenal to break his resolve.

Her sultry voice had caressed his ears, promising forbidden pleasures, tempting him with the allure of the abyss. Her eyes, opal pools of deceit, had locked onto his, seeking to ensnare his very soul. But Mihawk had remained unyielding, determined not to fall prey to her siren's song.

Yet, despite her initial confidence, as the battle of words and wills wore on, he sensed a growing frustration within the siren. It had taken the form of a petulant glare in her opal eyes, her sinuous tail slapping the water's surface in anger.

With an exasperated sigh, Mihawk finally spoke, his voice as cold and unyielding as his steel blade. "Your tricks and temptations will not sway me, siren. You are a predator of the sea, and I am a predator of the land. Our paths were never meant to cross."

The siren hissed, her fangs glinting like polished obsidian. "You are an infuriating man, swordsman. Your unyielding will vexes me, and yet, it intrigues me."

Mihawk couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her admission. "Intrigues you? What do you seek, siren?"

A dangerous smile curved the siren's lips, revealing her razor-sharp teeth. "Entertainment, swordsman. I have roamed these treacherous waters for centuries, and you are the first to withstand my charm so resolutely. It piques my interest."

Mihawk's eyes bore into her with unwavering intensity. "I have no interest in being your entertainment, siren. I have a purpose and a destination to reach."

The siren's predatory gaze softened slightly, her sinuous form swimming closer to the ship. "Very well, swordsman. Our dance of temptation and resistance may come to an end for now. But remember, the depths of the abyss are vast and full of secrets. Should you ever seek the forbidden, I will be here, waiting."

With a final trill that sent shivers down Mihawk's spine, the siren dove beneath the waves, her opal scales disappearing into the inky depths. Mihawk couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, but also a lingering curiosity about the enigmatic creature who had tested his resolve. The siren's sinister allure remained etched in his memory, a reminder of the perilous encounter in the treacherous waters.

As the siren slipped beneath the waves, the thrill of the encounter lingered in her mind. The swordsman, Mihawk, was unlike any mortal she had ever met. His unyielding will had been an exhilarating challenge, a refreshing change from the countless sailors who had succumbed to her siren's song.

She couldn't deny that she was intrigued by him. It had been centuries since someone had resisted her allure so resolutely, and that piqued her interest. Her opal eyes glistened in the moonlight as she swam deeper into the abyss, her thoughts drifting back to their battle of wills.

Mihawk stood at the bow of his ship, his crimson coat billowing in the night breeze. The siren's sinister allure had been unlike anything he had ever encountered. Her predatory charms had tested his resolve, and he couldn't deny the rush of excitement it had brought.

As he gazed out at the dark waters, he couldn't help but think of the siren. Her opalescent scales, her mesmerizing song, and the predatory smile that had sent shivers down his spine. He knew that the encounter had been dangerous, but a part of him couldn't help but be intrigued by the enigmatic creature who roamed the treacherous seas.

In the quiet of the night, both the siren and the swordsman were left with lingering thoughts of their perilous meeting, wondering what the future might hold for their paths.

#one piece #mihawk x reader #siren #mythical creature #dracule mihawk #op mihawk

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cyberhai · 4 months

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Me starting work on an oc: Okay this one's not gonna be a Gary Sue this one's gonna be a normal realistic character who I won't get made fun of for and -

Ten minutes later

"This is my oc DUSTOFF he joined a militia at TWELVE he fights with TWO MACHETES MADE OF INDESTRUCTIBLE METAL he is SIX FOOT FIVE he KILLED A MAN AT AGE NINE he is transgender and HARVESTED TEN SETS OF TESTICLES to help a WITCH DOCTOR produce a SPELL that would GIVE HIM THE BODY OF A MAN and also UNDERWENT A BLOOD TRANSFUSION from a HALF HUMAN HALF CELESTIAL BEING that gave him INHUMAN DURABILITY he was a LEGENDARY MERCENARY BY AGE FIFTEEN and he MIXES GUNPOWDER IN HIS COFFEE"

#does uh does anybody wanna see dustoff #ive been working on him and his friends and his world for like uhhhhh a year now #my ocs #oc stuff #i have given up on not making my ocs over the top #its what kojima would want

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wurdulac · 4 months

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i've customized a number of dolls this year. i just started making dolls that speak to my own aesthetics and sense of humor. here are three disney princesses that underwent alt/goth makeovers: belle whom i called demonica gore, elsa (with blue braids but otherwise left unchanged) and my attempt at the legendary oc hellsa, elsa's evil twin sister born in hell. bases were cheap dolls bought second-hand, clothes are a mix of rainbow high and made by my mom. and alt elsa is wearing a pair of old my scene boots that surprisingly fit everything pretty nicely.

i'd love to work on more fun dolls, fantasy-themed and with alternative styles.

#dolls #my dolls #custom dolls #doll customization

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cuffmeinblack · 8 months

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Lucky Felix

Isaac Cooper x Felix McLaggen (OC)

Tags: explicit | handjobs | anal sex

2k words

Summary: After winning the Quidditch house cup, Isaac lets off some steam with his teammate.

A/n: Even though like three people are gonna read this, I couldn't help it. I ship them SO HARD. The legendary Isaac Cooper has been adopted by @slytherin-paramour (I hope I did him justice) and Felix McLaggen is my OC. The two hottest chasers the Gryffindor Quidditch team has ever seen. I've been enjoying roleplaying him so much!

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

The chants followed the team off the pitch as Madam Kogawa blew her shrill whistle, barking at their housemates to leave the team be, and that no, parties were not permitted in the stadium changing rooms. There would be time for revelling when the victors returned to their common room later, no doubt with smuggled crates of alcohol and perhaps a little mallowsweet passed around if they were lucky.

The entire team was buzzing, Oscar was just a copper blur as he whizzed around the changing room, patting every one of his teammates on the back. Jamie was so awestruck he simply sat on a bench with a grin plastered on his face in disbelief. Isaac, though…he clutched the trophy so tightly it was a wonder the metal hadn't crumpled under his strong grip. His dark hair, so usually pristine off the pitch, was now a windswept mess much like Felix's own, but it looked so much better on him.

"What are you staring at?"

The question came as a surprise, and Felix realise that yes, he'd been staring.

"Just…I can't fucking believe it!" he replied, breaking into a grin.

"Should've had more faith in your captain, McLaggen."

Felix laughed as Isaac held out the trophy, nodding his head towards his outstretched hand.

"Take it."

He did, wrapping his still-gloved hand around the delicate gold handle. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the cup pull, and for a terrifying second he thought the trophy had been a portkey. Instead of hurtling into oblivion, Felix found himself hurtling towards Isaac as he yanked him towards his outstretched arms. With a round of laughter, Isaac slapped him on the back, his hand lingering on Felix's sore muscles. What he'd give for a firm massage about now.

The elation turned quickly into something much more intense as he was wrapped up in Isaac's arms, the musky scent of victory mixed with his aftershave causing Felix's head to spin and loins to stir. He had to get this under control. Pulling his gaze away from the dark haired chaser, he glanced over at Oscar, who was busy pulling off his gloves and looking right at him. He seemed to know something Felix didn't, as he only offered a nod and a smile before his legs were taking him out of the sweaty room. He was being led, or rather dragged by Isaac, both still clutching the cup.

"Where we going, mate? I need to take a shower before the party…"

Isaac answered the question by stopping his retreat in the tunnel and turning his attention to Felix with a dark gaze he knew all too well. He'd seen it being used countless times on dozens of witches and wizards, the old Cooper charm now directed at him. He couldn't deny how much he'd wanted this as his captain pinned him against the wall of the stands with a strength that made his tired knees even weaker, but he'd hoped beyond all hope that if the time ever came to kiss Isaac, it wouldn't just be driven by some post-match euphoria.

As his warm breath tickled his cheek, Felix almost contemplated asking him to stop, until his lips crashed into his and all thoughts evaporated from his mind. Vaguely aware of wolf whistles and interested mutterings, he tuned out every sound except Isaac's heavy breathing and quiet moans as their tongues made battle and hands grabbed at each other's dirty, sweat-stained uniforms.

This was really happening, and there was nothing Felix could do to stop it. His body yearned for him an Isaac was simply too convincing, too strong-willed. He always got what he wanted, and tonight, he wanted Felix.

The stumble back to their dormitory was the longest of his life, making no attempt at subtlety—everyone knew Isaac's reputation, why would he hide it? Felix was another notch on his bedpost, of which there were many. The two adrenaline-fueled boys peeled each others clothes off the moment the door closed behind them, revealing nothing new except their very obvious arousal. Countless times they'd seen each other in the showers or getting changed after a match, but Felix had always managed to hide how much he enjoyed his teammate's body, shamefully pumping himself under the running water whilst he imagined what it would be like to hold himself against him.

His wish was about to be granted as Isaac guided Felix by the hips onto his bed, laying him back with a low growl that stirred something deep inside him as his cock throbbed painfully with need. What the fuck was happening, he had no idea, but he wasn't about to question it. His mind was addled with lust as he looked up into those piercing eyes framed by dark strands of damp hair that drew Felix's hand upwards. Fingers tangled in his hair as Isaac straddled his thighs, burying his face against Felix's neck with another salacious moan.

His heart hammered in his chest as Isaac ripped his hands out of his hair, bringing them above his head on the bed in one swift movement. He felt the boy smirk against his neck at Felix's gasp, his body lowering onto him to press every bare inch of glistening skin together. Every conquest of Isaac's flashed through Felix's mind and he felt his body falter, until Isaac whispered in his ear.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, McLaggen," he said with a grind of his hips.

Their erections rubbed almost painfully against each other, eased by the slick now leaking from both tips.

"Fuck…"

He wasn't used to giving over control, the impulse to roll Isaac over underneath him only thwarted by just how strong the other boy was. Felix had his wrists pinned against the mattress, his tired muscles twitching in protest and powerless to fight against his restraint. Isaac continued his trail of stinging kisses down his neck, the sharp suction sure to leave a bruising reminder of the boy's latest sexual encounter. Felix's hips had a mind of their own as he arched into Isaac's rhythmic grinding, his moans now coming thick and fast as he lost the last of his inhibitions.

He wanted to reach down and touch him, feel his hand wrapped around Isaac's thick cock, make him moan. But his hands were useless, only his words able to convey his desires.

"Let me go, Isaac," he said, more sternly than he'd intended.

The dark haired boy retreated from his neck, flashing a devilish grin down at him whilst his hands tightened around Felix's wrists.

"What'll you do if I let you go?"

"Touch your cock. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"I want a lot more than that," Isaac replied, but his fingers loosened, the blood draining back into Felix's hands and making them tingle.

Isaac sat up, allowing Felix to see him in all his glory, his eyes immediately falling to his hard length as his hand followed. Isaac let out a low, rumbling groan as Felix wrapped his hand around him, spreading the precum across the head with his thumb. Before he could start moving, Isaac had his own hand around Felix, his grip tight and not at all hesitant. They looked into each other's eyes, daring the other to move, and they did with slow, mirrored strokes as their hands and cocks brushed together.

Everything about it felt taboo, but that made it all the more exhilarating. The two friends caressed each other, spare hands roaming over their naked bodies as they didn't once look away in shame. Felix's breath grew ragged as he tried to control the urge to finish, made even harder by Isaac's constant muttering about how fucking good he felt.

"Isaac…"

The sigh left his mouth before he could stop it, head hazy from pleasure he took a second to realise that Isaac had stopped moving his hand. Felix frowned at him questioningly and the boy smirked, unwrapping his fingers and giving his hip a squeeze.

"Turn over."

Oh.

Releasing Isaac's cock, Felix rolled over on the bed, shuffling to get comfortable as Isaac's hands roamed the knots around his shoulders. Felix groaned as he began to massage him, relishing in the firm pressure that released the tension across his back, along with the constant prod against his arse. Once Isaac reached that particular area, Felix felt his cheeks part as his cock slid between them and he gripped the bed sheet tightly and groaned. He was so wound up and desperate for his friend's cock he contemplated begging, but he let him take his sweet time exploring his body, sighing with relief when Isaac finally probed warm, wet fingers into his entrance.

This wasn't his first rodeo, having various fumblings with older boys during his sixth year—he calmed his mind and his body followed, relaxing around Isaac's fingers as they slid into his arse with the help of a lubricant. It didn't take long to work him up to three fingers, the constant teasing of his prostate causing him to squirm and moan, seeking more.

"Isaac, please just fuck me already," he finally demanded.

The boy chuckled, smacking him hard on the arse befofe pulling his hips up to guide him into a kneeling position. He pulled his fingers out, immediately replaced by the press of the much thicker tip of his cock that made Felix's head spin. He'd never wanted anything quite as much as he wanted that girthy length buried deep inside him.

"C'mon…," he groaned.

Isaac pulled his hips back, impaling him as they both produced ear shattering moans that were sure to be heard downstairs in the common room. Felix had never felt anything so good in his life as when Isaac started to fuck him, slow and gentle but ramping up in intensity with every thrust as they lost themselves in the pleasure. He hit every spot just right, pummelling Felix into the mattress as his fingers worked bruises into his hips.

"Fuck, such a good boy taking me all, Fee," Isaac praised between heavy pants.

"H-harder…"

Isaac growled and bent over him, one hand bracing against the bed as he did as requested, fucking him hard and fast until Felix could barely form a coherent thought. He was only vaguely aware of the door opening, his bleary eyes making out a blur of copper that halted in the doorway.

"What the fuck…"

"Get out of here!"

Isaac didn't stop his thrusting, even as the horrified face of Oscar Weasley backed out of the room. Felix didn't want him to stop, he was close, so close…

"I'm gonna…"

"Yeah? Come for me," Isaac demanded.

With a strangled moan, Felix came hard, his body convulsing, hands and feet tingling as his cock leaked a stream onto the mattress below him. Seconds, minutes or hours elapsed as he whimpered into the mattress, wave upon wave of pleasure crashing down over him as Isaac continued to fuck him, chasing his own release.

"You've made such a…mess…," Isaac chuckled, the strain in his voice indicating he was nearly there.

Felix began to wriggle against him, overstimulation setting in until without warning, Felix felt a sharp tug backwards as Isaac pulled out of him and the subsequent wet splash on his skin as he came all over his back.

"Fee…Fee…shit…"

Isaac gasped his name with every pump of his hand, every last drop of his cum leaking onto Felix's limp and shaking body. The mattress dipped as Isaac collapsed onto the bed next to him, meeting his eyes once again with a satisfied grin spread across his face. Felix returned the smile before the pang of painful longing settled in his chest. He couldn't say no to those sparkling eyes, even if it cost him heartache.

#isaac cooper #felix mclaggen #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #original character

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twistedtummies2 · 6 months

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You…don’t know what it’s like to drown away,

In a puddle of shame.

And You…yes, You…

Made me INSANE!

But not anymore!

I’m in control!

I have the stage,

You can’t turn the page!

Now, do as you’re told!

(Encore! Hit the Beat, Boys!)

Focus on me!

I’ll be all that they see!

I’ll make ‘em sway!

No, can’t run away!

Now, All Eyes on Me!

All Eyes On, ALL EYES ON ME!

“All Eyes on Me,” Caleb Hyles (Cover)

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Unlike the other characters in this series, Eli’s inspiration doesn’t really have any songs to speak of. If you know what the lyrics/song above reference, then you’ll probably know a big part of why I chose it to represent Elias Inque and the Phantom Blot for my “OCs & Inspirations” series. This image of the bunch was made by @foalette.

Although he’s the third major OC I introduced, I actually had ideas of creating the character who would become Elias very early on, when I realized the whole concept of “Overblot” in Twisted Wonderland was a reference to one of my favorite unsung villains in Disney: the Phantom Blot. The Blot is a character who is typically only known to the most ardent Disney aficionados. This is mostly because his “mainstream” appearances are rather small: the character got started in Disney comics, and that’s where most of his best appearances are known. Over the years - much like another famous Mickey Mouse enemy, Pete - the Blot has been reimagined and reworked for various interpretations; he’s been a Vampire, a Dark Wizard, a Magic Thief, the list goes on.

When I decided to create an actual Phantom Blot character, I decided to use that sense of history to my advantage, by suggesting there had been MANY Phantom Blots over the centuries in the universe of Twisted Wonderland. (Ever since the revelation of actual “Blot Phantoms” in-canon universe, I now headcanon they must have gotten their name in homage to this legendary figure.) Elias is the official new Phantom Blot, who has taken on the mantle himself. I decided to mix elements of both the Classic version of the character - a shadowy and yet totally over-the-top masked supervillain, pictured here - with arguably the most famous incarnation of the character, the one found in the game “Epic Mickey,” where he’s depicted as a near-demonic ink monster who wishes to consume and destroy everything in his path. Elias’ theatricality, pride, and his identity as a dog demi (the Classic Blot is an anthropomorphic canine beneath his mask) all came from the former, while his inky powers and gluttonous/predatory appetite were in homage to the latter.

I haven’t had a chance to use Elias a whole lot, but I do really love my melodramatic dog boy. Along with elements from different takes of the Blot that have appeared over the years, I also injected a lot of myself, and of some people I know personally, into the character: Elias is sort of the ultimate “theatre kid,” in a lot of ways, and so it’s fun to play him because I can understand what makes him tick a little better than some of my other guys just right off the bat.

Foalette did an AWESOME job. This is honestly even better than I expected it would be. I love the little hidden Easter Eggs in the background, and how the Blot is drawn almost like Elias’ shadow, and is made to look more threatening. Ironically, Eli himself was the thing that changed the least throughout the process…and for good reason. You can hardly improve on perfection. ;)

#disney #twisted wonderland #oc art #not my art #i'm not an artist #kink-related #but only peripherally #vore mentioned #oc #eli #elias #elias inque #phantom blot #mickey mouse #foalette #ocs & inspirations

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btsqualityy · 1 year

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Y.O.U (Years Of Us), Chapter 5: Old Friend

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC; Taemin half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary: Kamaria has a night out on the town and runs into an old “friend”.

Warnings: semi public sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, dirty talk, and creampie.

WC: 2.8K

Song Of The Chapter: Taemin-Danger

9 Years Ago

Kamaria sat in one of the many studios in the SM building, nervously tapping her foot as she waited for one of SM’s most prolific groups to make their way inside. Although Kamaria had officially signed as an artist to the company not too long before, she still enjoyed writing music so after writing a song called “Good Evening”, she took it to the company who decided to give it to their top male group.

“Hello?” A sudden voice called out as the door opened and Kamaria had to will herself to stay calm as the members of SHINee walked inside.

“Hello, sunbaenims,” Kamaria smiled as she stood up, bowing politely as the members filed into the room. “I’m Minali or Kamaria, whichever you prefer.”

“Oh, no need to be so formal!” Onew exclaimed with a bright smile. “We’ve heard amazing things about you! I’m Lee Jinki.”

“Minho,” he introduced himself with a bow.

“I’m Kibum,” Key added.

“And I’m Lee Taemin,” Taemin grinned widely. “Our managers told us that you have an amazing song for us.”

“Well, I’m hoping you all will think so,” Kamaria chuckled. “I got inspired after hearing a song from an American group and after contacting them, they gave me permission to use the song and change it up so I did so and added new lyrics.”

“Well, no time like the present,” Key said as he clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started.”

Going into the session, Kamaria had been insanely nervous because SHINee was a legendary group in the KPop industry and Kamaria had only just debuted less than a year prior. However, as the session began and everything started to flow, she realized that she had been worried for nothing. The members were just as nice and funny as they had been rumored to be, not to mention the level of professionalism that they exuded when it came to doing what they loved.

“I love this song so much!” Minho exclaimed. “And after hearing the original, it’s amazing how you made it into something completely different.”

“That’s definitely some talent there,” Onew nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” Kamaria replied sheepishly, feeling her cheeks warming up in embarrassment. “You guys made it effortless, though. Your voices are amazing.”

“We’re professionals darling,” Key joked, making Kamaria laugh. After a few more times of recording their verses, they all decided that almost three hours in the studio had been enough so they decided to go their separate ways.

“Taemin-ah, you coming?” Key wondered as Onew and Minho paced out of the studio.

“Ah, no hyung,” Taemin shook his head, throwing a quick glance Kamaria’s way before looking back at the older man. “I’ll get home on my own.”

“Alright,” Key smiled knowingly. “Be safe. Minali-ssi, amazing work.”

“Thank you so much,” Kamaria beamed as she took a break from packing up her bag to bow towards him. Key walked out of the studio then, leaving Kamaria and Taemin by themselves.

“Uh, Minali-ssi?” Taemin called out and Kamaria looked up at hearing her Korean name. “I was wondering, would you mind staying here a little while longer?”

“Uh, sure but why?” Kamaria wondered.

“I’m not exactly satisfied with my vocals,” he explained. “But if you have plans and can’t stay, I can always have our managers contact you to set up a better time and-”

“Taemin-ssi, I don’t mind at all,” she giggled. “And please, call me Minali.”

“Only if you call me Taemin.”

“Alright,” she agreed easily as she set her things down next to her. “Let’s go over them again.” Once Taemin went back into the recording booth and put the headphones over his ears, Kamaria sat in front of the mixing table and restarted the song. As Taemin began to record his lines over again, she happened to catch the part that he was talking about.

“So this part of the song is a build up,” Kamaria began after she cut the music off. “Your voice should reflect that but the thing is, you have to start strong to lead up to your high note. It’s not the same breathy one that Minho does in the beginning.”

“Can you give me an example?” Taemin requested.

“Sure,” she nodded before beginning to sing. “Negero ga, negero ga, negero ga-ah.”

“Ah ok, I get you,” he said. “Restart the song?” Kamaria did then, watching with a smile as Taemin effortlessly copied the way that she had song the riff for him.

“That’s it, you hit it,” she said. “Come on out and listen to it.” Taemin did as instructed, stepping back out of the booth and standing next to Kamaria’s chair as she replied the song.

“Excuse my language, but that sounds so damn good,” he praised. “I absolutely love it and I know the hyungs do too.”

“Like I said, you guys make it easy,” Kamaria echoed. “Your voices just blend so well together, especially yours.”

“Am I your bias in SHINee?” He wondered and Kamaria looked up at him with a smirk. “Or at least your favorite voice?”

“Actually, Jonghyun was,” she replied with a smile. “But you and your voice are a very close second.”

“Well, would you mind if your second favorite bias treats you out to dinner?” Taemin wondered.

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“No, think of it as a ‘thank you for writing one of my favorite SHINee songs in recent memory’ dinner,” he chuckled. “How about it?”

“Yeah,” Kamaria nodded with a soft smile. “Ok.”

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“I don’t understand why the two of you are doing this to me,” Kamaria muttered from her place in the back seat as she glared at Nari, who was in the drivers’ seat.

“Because you needed to get out of the house!” Kang Seulgi exclaimed. Her and Kamaria had been extremely close friends since Kamaria’s days at SM Entertainment and with their busy schedules, they didn’t get much time to hang out together.

“You’ve been in the house sulking ever since you had that dinner with Jimin,” Nari added, glancing in the review mirror at her best friend. “Between that and the anniversary of your mom’s death coming up, you need to keep your spirits up.”

“And you two thought a night out in Gangnam would help that?” Kamaria deadpanned.

“Hey, good music, even better drinks, and gorgeous ass men?” Seulgi smirked. “Of course.”

“Good thing neither of you get paid for thinking then,” she muttered.

“Oh, you’ll feel better once you’re there and have a few drinks in your system,” Nari dismissed and Kamaria turned her gaze towards the window then, setting her chin on her hand. She was grateful that her friends cared enough about her to recognize when she was struggling but sometimes, she just wanted to wallow and feel all of her feelings.

Not too long later, Nari pulled the car up in front of one of the hottest spots in Gangnam, Club Octagon. As soon as the three of them stepped out of the car, a crowd tried to form around them due to Kamaria and Seulgi’s combined star power. Luckily, security was quick to usher them inside and to their own little section.

Nari made quick work of getting three drinks to their table and they lifted them up into the air.

“What should we cheers to?” Nari wondered.

“Friendship,” Seulgi suggested. “Existing, new, and future.”

“To friendship,” Kamaria smiled as they all pushed their glasses together. Since it was just a double shot of soju, it was effortless for Kamaria to slam it all back in one go.

“Alright, I’m hitting the dance floor,” Seulgi announced before hopping up out of her seat. “Come with me, Kam.”

“I don’t feel like dancing,” Kamaria said before glancing at Nari for help.

“Oh no, you guys go ahead because I saw some people I know,” Nari smiled as she stood up. “I’ll meet you guys out there!”

“You have no excuse now,” Seulgi smiled as Nari walked away from them. “I’ll buy you another drink.”

“Fine,” Kamaria huffed, allowing Seulgi to pull her up into a standing position. “But I want the drink first!” After a quick trip to the bar where the two of them downed more shots, they then made their way to the dance floor.

Club Octagon was frequented by a lot of music lovers so they played a wide array of music, both Korean and Western, that had everyone going crazy. The vibes were immaculate and even though she hadn’t really wanted to go out in the first place, Kamaria found herself feeling happy that she had allowed her friends to drag her out.

Life was hard and unfair but moments like these would always be worth it. Always.

Before she knew it, an hour had passed and Kamaria’s high heels were starting to put a strain on her feet. Just as she found herself about to turn and tell Seulgi that she was going to sit down for a break, she felt a pair of hands station themselves on her waist from behind.

“Can I have a dance?” The voice asked and Kamaria gasped, recognizing that voice anywhere as she turned around.

“Lee Taemin!” She squealed before throwing herself into his arms. “What are you doing here?!”

“Kai dragged me out,” Taemin chuckled, setting her back down onto the ground before motioning behind him with his head. When Kamaria looked over his shoulder, she saw Kai from EXO talking animatedly with Seulgi and Nari. Once he made eye contact, he waved happily and Kamaria laughed before waving back.

“How many drinks has he had?” Kamaria wondered as she looked back at Taemin.

“Too damn many,” he huffed with a smile. “I’m starting to think he just wanted to let loose and dragged me along so that I could prevent any scandals from occurring.”

“That sounds like him,” she giggled.

“And you? What are you doing out in Gangnam?”

“Same predicament as you, conned by my friends,” Kamaria sighed. “Admittedly though, I needed some cheering up.”

“Ah yeah, it is February huh?” Taemin grimaced and she nodded solemnly. “Well, if it helps, you might not feel that great but you definitely look it.”

“Yeah?” She smiled softly, looking down at the black ruched bodycon dress that covered her body.

“Absolutely,” he confirmed. “So, will you dance with me?”

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Kamaria hummed. “You could at least buy me a drink first.”

“That can be arranged,” Taemin smirked.

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5 Years Ago

“That’s it my love,” Taemin whispered huskily as he thrust forward roughly, causing Kamaria to moan underneath him. “You’re taking it so well.”

“Feels so good Tae, fuck,” Kamaria gasped. “Harder.”

“You’re asking or telling me baby?” He wondered as he wrapped one strong hand in her shoulder length braids before yanking backwards and bringing her face closer to his.

“A-asking, I’m asking.”

“Rephrase that for me then.”

“P-please fuck me h-harder,” she pleaded.

“Much better,” Taemin cooed, reaching out with his free hand and taking ahold of Kamaria’s jaw, forcing her to crane her neck and look into his eyes. “You gonna come?”

“So hard,” Kamaria nodded.

“Rub your clit and come for me then,” he instructed and Kamaria didn’t hesitate to reach underneath herself, finding the bundle of nerves with the tips of her fingers. Not even a minute later, Kamaria’s orgasm hit her causing her body to shake and tremble. The feeling of her walls clenching around his length made Taemin groan loudly as his own orgasm bubbled to the surface and before he could even react, he felt himself spilling inside of her.

“Holy shit,” Kamaria sighed blissfully, giggling when Taemin allowed his body to fall on top of hers. “Get off of me. You might be skinny but that muscle isn’t weightless, you know.”

“I don’t even think I can move right now,” he chuckled. “You’re too damn good.”

“I could say the same for you,” she replied, smiling to herself when she felt Taemin press an open mouthed kiss to her shoulder.

“My gorgeous love,” he murmured.

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“Fuck Tae,” Kamaria moaned, letting her head fall back against the wall of the bathroom stall that she and Taemin had crowded into together. After a few more drinks and dancing together to a few songs with wandering hands, Kamaria couldn’t help herself and ended up kissing him. Like any old habit, the familiar feeling came right back like second nature and it wasn’t long until they ended up in the bathroom.

“Stay quiet, my love,” Taemin whispered from his place on his knees in front of her. “You don’t want anyone to catch us in here, right?”

“R-right,” she nodded as she looked down, biting her lip right after when he sucked her clit back into his mouth. Her dress was pushed up around her hips, her thong pulled to the side and held against her thigh by one of Taemin’s hands, and one of her thighs hooked over his shoulder.

“You have no idea how much I missed the taste of this gorgeous pussy,” Taemin murmured. “You’re always so wet, Mina.”

“Cause of you,” she whispered, gasping when he quickly flicked the tip of his tongue against her. “Oh my gosh, that feels so good. Please keep doing that.”

“Asking so well,” he cooed before doing just as she requested. The feeling had her reaching down and burying her hands in his hair, her fingers gripping the strands tightly as her hips began to move on their own accord.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” Kamaria whimpered and Taemin just doubled down on his efforts in response, his tongue working double time to make her orgasm.

“God...fuck!” She burst suddenly, her jaw dropping open in a silent scream as she came on his face. Taemin, ever the considerate lover, licked up every ounce of wetness that escaped her slit before he gently removed her leg from his shoulder and stood up.

“You ok?” He checked, smirking when he realized that her body was trembling a little bit.

“Sorry, I haven’t had any sexual contact with a human being in like six months,” Kamaria giggled breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “My world is a little rocked right now.”

“And here I was thinking that you just remembered how good I used to make you come.”

“Oh trust me, that plays a part in it too,” she smiled before leaning forward and kissing him firmly. The kiss instantly turned into a French one, their tongues sliding against each others and Kamaria moaned at the taste of herself on Taemin’s tongue.

“I hate to make you come and then run,” Taemin began, murmuring against her lips. “But I have to get going.”

“Really?” She pouted. “I haven’t even gotten a chance to reciprocate yet.”

“I know and it’s taking everything in me to say this right now,” he laughed. “But I have a schedule with the hyungs in the morning and wake up call is at 5.”

“I could come back to your place with you.”

“Just for me to want to fuck you all night?” He chuckled. “Tempting but I can’t.”

“Alright,” Kamaria relented. “Have your managers discussed Nari’s offer for us to do a duet together on my new album with you yet?”

“They have and I have some free time coming up soon so have Nari contact them and they can set up a time for us to further discuss it in depth,” Taemin replied.

“That means the answer is yes?”

“For you?” Taemin asked with a smile. “Always, my love.” Not being able to help herself, which seemed to be a constant theme in any of her interactions with Taemin through the years, Kamaria kissed him one last time before he pulled away from her.

“I’ll see you soon, ok?” He murmured.

“I hope so,” Kamaria smiled, watching with half lidded eyes as Taemin slowly opened the door to the stall, checked to make sure that it was clear of any people before stepping out and shutting the door behind him. Taking a few more minutes to compose herself and fix her dress, Kamaria then stepped out of the stall as well before making her way out of the bathroom. She didn’t even get five steps down the hall before Seulgi and Nari came rushing up to her, both of them sporting shit-eating grins on their faces.

“What?” Kamaria wondered.

“You wanna tell us why Lee Taemin came out of that bathroom and practically dragged Jongin out of here?” Seulgi wondered.

“Or why he was sporting the biggest hard-on I think I’ve ever seen?” Nari added. “Or why you happen to have a post orgasm glow on your fucking face?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kamaria smiled with a shrug. “You guys ready to go?”

“Yeah, ready to go so you can tell us all about what happened in that bathroom,” Nari smiled. As the three of them made their ways out of the club then, Kamaria couldn’t help but to think how happy she was that she had come out after all.

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Lori-Ki's in @sonic-oc-showdown ! Last time, we all did a short Q&A - @bunnymajo asked if we're doing it again this year, and I said - OMG, YES!

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Lori-Ki is a once-great, now minimum-wage odd-jobs worker on the ground floor of the Dark Egg Legion, doing dirty jobs as-and-when commanded. This is the bane of her existence, having been a once-legendary sniper. When Enerjak Knuckles tormented the Dark Legion, she was part of the surviving echidnas to lose her cybernetics, having run-of-the-mill cybernetics installed when Dimitri joined the Dark Legion with Eggman's forces.

In her past life, she had a cybernetic eye, and hearing which was unparalleled. She was a powerhouse; now reduced to a regular echidna with titanium legs, and a ridiculous multitool installed into her hands.

Questionairre below the cut;

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name? Lori-Ki initially had a much more colourful colourscheme, of blues, oranges, and greens! She was named for the bird; the Lorikeet! Of course, the hyphonated name comes with the territory of being an Archie echidna.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range) Lori-Ki is 26 years old.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)? She likes to think that she has a long-con love/hate thing going on with Eggman, that he is madly in love with her. She has this elaborate plot of how exactly she is going to turn him down, she's got a wedding planner diary for it. He has no idea who she is, and could not tell her apart from the next Legionnaire.

🍕 - What is their favorite food? Lori-Ki enjoys a good coconut. Not USUALLY wrestled from a chao which found itself floating through the Twilight Zone, but ..

💼 - What do they do for a living? Lori-Ki does odd jobs for the Dark Egg Legion; the combined forces of the Dark Legion's might, with Eggman's technological know-how. She finds this an insult, given that before her cybernetics were stripped, she had been a highly competent and high-ranking sniper for the Legion. She had once sported an impressive cybernetic eye, and unparalleled enhanced hearing; after Enerjak wiped her circuits for flesh and blood, she found herself subject to the mass-producing legionisation under Eggman's command, which gave her standard cybernetics; robotic legs, and an embarrassingly goofy mutli-tool between her left thumb and pinkie.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies? She likes to make electronic music with Trearddur. She sits and gives her thoughts and opinions whilst he mixes it, occasionally offering vocals and new sounds for the recordings. Sometimes, she'll play a little music to add to the mix.

🎯 -What do they do best? Vindication! She used to be an incredible shot; since Enerjak removed her cybernetics, she had been trying to get them restored; Eggman wanted nothing to do with such a thing, barely even noticing her presence. This spurred into a vindicative obession...

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? She loves being paired up with Trearddur, and getting work done. They're thick as thieves, and used to be an incredibly efficient powerhouse duo in making the Legion run smoothly. This was a major source of pride. Anything she can do that makes things easier for everybody makes her happy.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? Meeting Trearddur! They had met in their early 20's both grabbing a drink, and had become thick as thieves in an instant. Discovering that they were both on security, they fast became nigh inseperable, even their cybernetics slotting hand-in-hand.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories? Being held at the mercy of Enerjak Knuckles was an incredibly traumatic event for Lori-Ki. The sheer power on show was terrifying; to be stripped of her cybernetics which were very much a part of her person was like losing a part of herself. Losing the abilities she previously had was incredibly debilitating for her; to have them replaced with unsuitable robotic parts was life-changing in the worst way.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one? Sort of! Yesn't. I tend to go through a design process over a few days, when working on OC's. I will create a few variations, and refine it from there.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? We were messing around in Sonic Projector RP, a Sonic fangame - we decided to go with the Dark Egg Legion, to mix things up a little. After messing around in Press Gardens crushing crates for rings, we fell in love with the idea of echidnas who were once great, now doing odd dirty jobs for Eggman.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? Science Fantasy, and something about an allegorical hatred for the British Government's poor dealings with disabled people. (oh, you didn't get that subtext? ... Look, look with your special eyes?)

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality? Lori-Ki is 'maybe a girl, iunno' who is openly bisexual.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have? None! Lori-Ki is an only child.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? She doesn't much know her parents; it's not unheard of in the Dark Legion - the Twilight Zone was unforgiving and harsh, and many children grew up in foster care.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC? She is fantastic to roleplay as! Her combative wit and short temper which fades away to a 'NO JK JK JK LOLOLOL I heart your fucking makeup oh my god I love your hair' -- She's all of the passive agressiveness I dropped when I stopped being a scene teen. Gawd. HORRIBLE person to be around, but I LOVE her.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC? About once a month, at least. Mostly, we RP and LARP as her; that happens much more often. We'll brainstorm her quite often!

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC? Her death would be reeeeally drab, symbolically; I'd prefer not to.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias? She is terrified of overestimating her abilities; her brain has not quite caught up with the fact that she isn't as able as she was with her old cybernetics. She oft finds herself in sticky situations due to overestimating her sight and hearing, still learning her new limitations.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? She thinks that it's Eggman. He's never even heard of her.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC? Wooh, only a year by now!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC? 23!

#Sonic OC Showdown #lori-ki the echidna #archie sonic OC

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kittycatlovesships · 1 year

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I finally drew the line up of my 4 main characters! Enjoy!!

#legendary mix oc #oc character #ocs #my oc art #digital art #Amy/Katiss Joy #Jeffery Cross #Jack Blood #Lily Smith #i love them all #please be nice

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gcthvile · 7 months

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Top Gun OCs pt. 3

Lt. Dane "Bone Saw" Bradshaw

Dane Bradshaw grew up in the shadow of his older brother Bradley, who was a natural when it came to flying. Their father, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, was a legendary pilot and a close friend of Maverick from the original Top Gun class. Unfortunately, Dane never got the chance to meet his father, as Goose tragically lost his life in a flight accident before Dane was even born.

Growing up, Dane always admired his brother's talent and passion for flying. He would listen intently as Bradley recounted stories about their father's heroics in the cockpit, and dreamt of one day following in their footsteps. Despite being separated by a significant age gap, Bradley always made an effort to include Dane in his life, sharing his love for aviation and teaching him everything he knew.

As Dane got older, he discovered that he had his own unique talents. While he didn't possess the same natural flying abilities as Bradley, he developed exceptional technical skills and a deep understanding of aircraft mechanics. Dane's passion for aviation grew stronger with each passing day, and he became determined to contribute to the world of aviation in his own way.

After finishing high school, Dane enrolled in a prestigious aviation engineering program, where he honed his skills and deepened his knowledge of aircraft systems. He excelled in his studies, earning top marks and gaining recognition for his innovative ideas and problem-solving abilities. Dane's dedication and expertise caught the attention of the Navy, and they offered him an opportunity to join the Top Gun program as an aviation engineer.

Although Dane initially had reservations about pursuing a career behind the scenes rather than in the cockpit, he realized that his skills could make a significant impact on the safety and performance of the aircraft. He accepted the offer, knowing that he would be able to contribute to the legacy his father and brother had left behind.

As Dane stepped onto the hallowed grounds of Top Gun, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew that he had big shoes to fill, but he was determined to honor his family's legacy and prove himself worthy. With his technical expertise and unwavering dedication, Dane became an integral part of the Top Gun team, ensuring that every aircraft was in optimal condition for the pilots.

Dane's journey at Top Gun was not without challenges, as he constantly battled with feelings of inadequacy compared to his brother's flying skills. However, he learned to embrace his own unique talents and realized that every role within the aviation industry was important for the success of a mission.

Throughout his time at Top Gun, Dane formed deep friendships with his fellow pilots and engineers. He became known for his unwavering support, always ready to lend a helping hand or provide technical guidance. Dane's determination, resilience, and commitment to excellence made him a valuable asset to the Top Gun program, and he played a crucial role in ensuring the safety and success of every mission.

Dane Bradshaw is a driven and determined individual who possesses a strong work ethic and a deep passion for aviation. He is known for his meticulous attention to detail and his unwavering commitment to excellence in his work. Dane's technical expertise and problem-solving skills make him an invaluable asset to the Top Gun program, as he ensures that every aircraft is in optimal condition.

Despite not having the same natural flying abilities as his brother Bradley, Dane has never let that discourage him. He is resilient and tenacious, always eager to learn and improve. Dane understands the importance of his role as an aviation engineer and takes pride in the fact that he can contribute to the safety and performance of the aircraft.

Dane's relationship with his brother Bradley is a unique blend of admiration, support, and sibling rivalry. Growing up, Dane idolized Bradley and looked up to him as a role model. He would listen intently to Bradley's stories about their father, Goose, and dreamt of one day following in their footsteps. Bradley, in turn, recognized Dane's passion for aviation and did his best to include him in his world, fostering a strong bond between the two.

While their age gap initially created a bit of a barrier, as Dane was too young to fully engage in the same activities as Bradley, they found common ground through their shared love for aviation. Bradley served as a mentor to Dane, teaching him everything he knew about flying and instilling in him a sense of discipline and dedication.

However, as Dane grew older, he also developed a sense of healthy competition with his brother. He often felt overshadowed by Bradley's natural talent and the legacy of their father, but instead of letting it discourage him, Dane used it as fuel to push himself further. He strived to prove his own worth and carve out his own path within the aviation world.

Despite the occasional rivalry, Dane and Bradley share a deep bond of brotherly love and support. They have each other's backs, cheering each other on in their respective roles. Bradley recognizes Dane's unique talents and often seeks out his input and expertise when it comes to aircraft mechanics and engineering.

Their relationship is characterized by mutual respect and admiration. Dane looks up to Bradley as a source of inspiration, and Bradley sees Dane as a constant reminder of their father's legacy. They push each other to be the best versions of themselves and find solace in the fact that they are continuing the Bradshaw family's aviation heritage together.

Dane's call sign, "Bone Saw," is a nickname given to him during his time at Top Gun. The origin of the call sign stems from a combination of his expertise in aircraft mechanics and his determined, relentless nature.

The name "Bone Saw" reflects Dane's technical prowess and his ability to dissect and analyze complex aircraft systems with precision, similar to how a surgeon uses a bone saw in a surgical procedure. Just as a bone saw is a tool used to carefully and skillfully navigate through intricate structures, Dane has a knack for unraveling the inner workings of aircraft, identifying issues, and providing effective solutions.

Moreover, the call sign also symbolizes Dane's relentless work ethic and his unwavering commitment to excellence. Like a bone saw that cuts through obstacles and challenges, Dane approaches his work with a tenacious and determined mindset. He will go to great lengths to ensure that every aircraft under his care is in optimal condition, leaving no stone unturned in his pursuit of perfection.

The call sign "Bone Saw" not only represents Dane's technical expertise but also serves as a reminder of his resilience and dedication. It showcases his ability to navigate through complex situations and his unwavering determination to overcome any obstacle that comes his way.

Overall, "Bone Saw" is a fitting, some would say call sign for Dane, for his technical expertise, relentless work ethic, and his ability to dissect and solve intricate problems within the aviation world.

And lastly, let's talk about Dane's strengths and weaknesses.

Strengths:

1. Technical Expertise: Dane possesses exceptional technical skills and a deep understanding of aircraft mechanics. His expertise allows him to analyze complex systems, identify issues, and provide effective solutions. He is meticulous and detail-oriented in his work, ensuring that every aircraft is in optimal condition.

2. Problem-Solving Abilities: Dane has a natural aptitude for problem-solving. He approaches challenges with a methodical mindset, breaking them down into manageable components and finding innovative solutions. His ability to think critically and analytically is instrumental in resolving issues and ensuring the safety and performance of the aircraft.

3. Work Ethic and Dedication: Dane is known for his strong work ethic and unwavering dedication. He is committed to excellence in his work and goes above and beyond to ensure that every task is completed to the best of his abilities. Dane's determination and perseverance enable him to overcome obstacles and deliver high-quality results.

4. Team Player: Dane understands the importance of collaboration and teamwork. He works well with others, fostering positive relationships and effective communication within the team. Dane is always ready to support his fellow pilots and engineers, offering assistance and guidance whenever needed.

Weaknesses:

1. Self-Doubt: Due to being compared to his brother Bradley and their father's legacy, Dane sometimes struggles with feelings of self-doubt. He may question his own abilities and feel overshadowed by others' natural talents. However, Dane has learned to embrace his unique skills and remind himself of the value he brings to the team.

2. Impatience: Dane's drive for perfection can sometimes lead to impatience. He may become frustrated if things don't progress as quickly as he would like or if he encounters obstacles along the way. Dane is learning to manage his impatience and strike a balance between striving for excellence and understanding the necessary time and effort required for success.

3. Lack of Flying Skills: While Dane has a deep passion for aviation, he doesn't possess the same natural flying abilities as his brother Bradley. This can occasionally create a sense of inadequacy or a feeling of being left out. However, Dane has come to embrace his role as an aviation engineer and recognizes the importance of his contributions to the team.

4. Perfectionism: Dane's pursuit of perfection can sometimes lead to an excessive focus on details, potentially causing him to overlook the bigger picture. He is learning to balance his meticulousness with the ability to prioritize and make efficient decisions.

Though, despite these weaknesses, Dane's strengths far outweigh them. His technical expertise, problem-solving abilities, work ethic, and dedication make him an invaluable asset to the team. Dane continuously learns and grows, using his weaknesses as opportunities for improvement and personal development.

Lt. Austin "Chaos" Mitchell

Austin Mitchell was born into a world of aviation. As the son of the legendary fighter pilot, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Austin was exposed to the thrill and passion of flying from a young age. Growing up, he would spend countless hours at airshows and military bases, watching his father in action and dreaming of one day following in his footsteps.

From the moment he could walk, Austin was fascinated by airplanes. His room was adorned with model planes and posters of fighter jets, and he would spend hours studying flight manuals and watching aviation documentaries. He absorbed everything he could about the world of aviation, fueled by his father's stories and experiences.

As Austin grew older, he became determined to prove himself as a pilot. He excelled academically, earning a scholarship to the prestigious United States Naval Academy. While there, he immersed himself in the study of aeronautical engineering and honed his physical and mental capabilities, preparing himself for the challenges that lay ahead.

During his time at the academy, Austin's competitive spirit and natural talent quickly became evident. He consistently stood out among his peers, impressing his superiors with his exceptional flying skills and unwavering dedication. It was clear that he had inherited his father's innate ability and love for flying.

Upon graduation, Austin was accepted into the Navy's elite fighter pilot program. He underwent rigorous training, pushing himself to the limits both physically and mentally. He proved himself time and again, mastering complex maneuvers and demonstrating a natural instinct for aerial combat.

As Austin's training progressed, he found himself constantly striving to live up to the legacy of his father, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. While he admired his father's achievements, he was determined to forge his own path and create a name for himself in the aviation world.

Despite his academic intelligence and exceptional flying skills, Austin Mitchell possesses a charmingly clumsy and awkward side to his personality. While he may be a bit of a "dummy" when it comes to real-life situations, he more than makes up for it with his determination and infectious enthusiasm.

Austin has a tendency to find himself in comical mishaps and awkward moments. Whether it's tripping over his own feet, accidentally spilling coffee on himself, or fumbling with simple tasks, he has a knack for finding himself in humorous situations. However, he never lets these moments define him or bring him down. Instead, he embraces them with a light-hearted laugh and a self-deprecating sense of humor.

Despite his occasional clumsiness, Austin's genuine warmth and enthusiasm endear him to those around him. He has a knack for making people feel at ease, often using humor to diffuse tense situations or lift the spirits of his fellow pilots. His infectious laughter and positive attitude have a way of brightening even the most challenging moments.

In social situations, Austin can sometimes come across as a bit awkward. He may stumble over his words or find it difficult to strike up conversations, especially with people he admires or finds intimidating. However, his genuine nature shines through, and people quickly realize that beneath the awkwardness lies a kind-hearted and well-intentioned individual.

Austin's ability to laugh at himself and not take life too seriously makes him a relatable and approachable person. He doesn't let his occasional clumsiness define him or hold him back. Instead, he uses it as a reminder to embrace life's imperfections and find joy in the journey.

Though, overall, Austin Mitchell is a smart, talented, and determined individual with a charmingly clumsy and awkward side. His enthusiasm for flying and his unwavering dedication to proving himself create a unique combination that endears him to those around him.

Austin's relationship with his older sister, Jenny Penelope Mitcell AKA JenPen, is one characterized by a deep bond and mutual support. Despite their different paths in life, they share a strong connection that goes beyond their sibling status.

Jenny, being the older sister, has always been a source of guidance and inspiration for Austin. She has been there to provide wisdom, encouragement, and a listening ear whenever he needed it. From a young age, Austin has looked up to his sister, admiring her strength, intelligence, and determination.

Jenny, in turn, has always been a protective and nurturing figure in Austin's life. She has taken on a role of both sister and mentor, offering guidance and advice as he navigates his own path as a pilot. She understands the challenges and pressures that come with their family legacy, and she has been a pillar of support for Austin, helping him navigate through both the triumphs and the setbacks.

Their relationship is marked by a playful camaraderie as well. They have shared countless inside jokes, playful banter, and lighthearted teasing. Austin often finds solace in his sister's presence, knowing that she will always be there to lift his spirits and bring a sense of levity to any situation.

While they may have their differences, Austin and Jenny share a common love for aviation, inherited from their father. They bond over their shared passion, often swapping stories and experiences from their respective journeys. Whether it's discussing flight maneuvers or sharing the thrill of their latest accomplishments, their love for flying connects them on a deeper level.

Austin and Jenny have a close and supportive relationship. They are each other's confidants, cheerleaders, and partners in crime. Through the ups and downs of their individual paths, they can always count on each other for unwavering support, understanding, and a shared sense of family pride.

Austin's call sign, "Chaos," is a reflection of his charmingly clumsy and unpredictable nature. While some call signs are chosen to reflect a pilot's skills or demeanor, Austin's call sign was given to him by his fellow pilots as a light-hearted acknowledgement of his tendency to bring a bit of chaos into their lives.

Despite his exceptional flying skills and determination, Austin's clumsiness and occasional mishaps have become somewhat of a running joke among his peers. Whether it's accidentally triggering an alarm during a training exercise or causing a minor disruption during briefings, Austin has a knack for unintentionally creating moments of chaos.

However, his call sign is not meant to be derogatory or demeaning. Rather, it is a playful and affectionate way for his fellow pilots to embrace his unique personality. They recognize that while Austin may bring a bit of chaos into their lives, he also brings joy, laughter, and a refreshing sense of authenticity.

Austin has embraced his call sign with good humor and a sense of self-awareness. He understands that it is a reflection of his endearing quirks and the genuine connections he has forged with his fellow pilots. Rather than being embarrassed or discouraged by it, he wears his call sign proudly, embracing the chaos and adding his own touch of humor to any situation.

In the end, "Chaos" serves as a reminder that life doesn't always go according to plan, and it's okay to embrace the unexpected. Austin Mitchell's call sign reflects his ability to find humor and joy in the midst of chaos, and his fellow pilots appreciate him for it.

And lastly, Austin's strengths and weaknesses.

Strengths:

1. Exceptional Flying Skills: Austin possesses a natural talent for flying, inherited from his father, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. He has a keen understanding of aviation principles and demonstrates exceptional skill in the cockpit. His ability to adapt quickly to different situations and make split-second decisions gives him an edge in aerial combat.

2. Determination and Perseverance: Austin is driven by a deep sense of determination and perseverance. He possesses an unwavering commitment to his goals and is willing to put in the hard work necessary to achieve them. He is not easily discouraged by setbacks or challenges, instead using them as fuel to push himself further.

3. Positive Attitude and Charisma: Austin's infectious enthusiasm and positive attitude have a way of uplifting those around him. He has a natural charisma that draws people in and makes them feel at ease. His sense of humor and ability to find joy in even the most difficult situations make him a valuable asset to any team.

Weaknesses:

1. Clumsiness and Awkwardness: Austin has a tendency to be clumsy and awkward in real-life situations. While this doesn't affect his flying abilities, it can sometimes lead to comical mishaps or moments of embarrassment. However, he doesn't let these moments define him and often uses them as opportunities to laugh at himself and bring levity to the situation.

2. Impulsiveness: At times, Austin can be impulsive and act before fully considering the consequences. While this trait can be advantageous in certain situations, it can also lead to hasty decision-making or taking unnecessary risks. He is aware of this tendency and actively works on finding a balance between spontaneity and thoughtful decision-making.

3. Difficulty with Social Interactions: Austin can sometimes struggle with social interactions, especially when he finds himself in the presence of people he admires or finds intimidating. He may stumble over his words or find it challenging to initiate conversations. However, his genuine nature and warm personality often help him overcome these obstacles and build meaningful connections with others.

Overall, Austin Mitchell's strengths lie in his exceptional flying skills, determination, and positive attitude. While he may have weaknesses in clumsiness, impulsiveness, and social interactions, he recognizes them and works to improve upon them, constantly striving to become a better pilot and person.

Captain Hazel "Daredevil" Quinn

Hazel Quinn was born into a family with a deep military heritage. Her father was a retired Navy pilot, and her mother served as an intelligence officer. Growing up, Hazel was surrounded by stories of bravery, adventure, and a strong sense of duty. Inspired by her family's legacy, she developed a fascination with aviation from a young age.

With her natural talent for flying, Hazel excelled in her high school's aviation program. She was determined to follow in her father's footsteps and become a Navy pilot. After graduating with top honors, she earned a scholarship to the United States Naval Academy.

During her time at the academy, Hazel faced numerous challenges and obstacles. Being one of the few women pursuing a career in aviation, she encountered skepticism and prejudice. However, her unwavering determination and exceptional skills quickly gained her respect among her peers and instructors.

Upon graduation, Hazel was selected to attend the prestigious Top Gun program. Her selection came as no surprise to those who knew her, as she had already proven herself as an exceptional pilot during her time at the academy.

At Top Gun, Hazel faced even greater challenges. The program was known for its intense training and rigorous competitions. But Hazel was undeterred. She embraced the pressure and pushed herself to the limit, determined to prove that gender was not a barrier to success in the world of aviation.

During her time at Top Gun, Hazel formed a close bond with her fellow pilots, both male and female. Together, they supported and pushed each other to be the best they could be. Hazel's skill, determination, and camaraderie earned her the respect and admiration of her peers and instructors.

After completing the Top Gun program, Hazel was assigned to an elite fighter squadron. She quickly proved herself as a formidable pilot, consistently exceeding expectations in combat simulations and real-life missions. Her exceptional flying skills, combined with her strategic thinking and composure under pressure, made her a valuable asset to her squadron.

Throughout her career, Hazel continued to break barriers and inspire others. She became an advocate for gender equality in the military, working to create opportunities for women in aviation. Her passion, talent, and unwavering dedication to her craft made her a role model for aspiring pilots, both male and female.

Hazel Quinn's journey as a female Top Gun pilot is a testament to her resilience, determination, and the power of following one's dreams. She not only shattered stereotypes but also proved that with hard work and perseverance, anyone can fly high and achieve greatness in the skies.

Hazel Quinn possesses a fiery spirit and a feisty nature that sets her apart from her peers. She is not one to back down from a challenge, and her determination fuels her pursuit of excellence in everything she does. Whether it's in the cockpit or in a heated debate, Hazel's spirited nature shines through.

With a quick wit and a sharp tongue, Hazel possesses a sassy demeanor that can catch others off guard. She has a knack for delivering biting remarks and sarcastic comments, often using humor as a shield to mask her vulnerability. Her sarcastic remarks, though sometimes biting, are usually meant to lighten the mood or inject a dose of reality into a situation.

Hazel's tough exterior is a result of the relentless training and demanding nature of her profession. She has faced numerous hardships and setbacks throughout her career, but she has learned to adapt and persevere. Her toughness is evident in her ability to remain calm and focused under pressure, even in the most challenging situations.

Underneath her tough exterior, Hazel harbors a darker side. She carries the weight of her responsibilities and the sacrifices she has made for her career. This darkness fuels her drive and determination, but it also adds a layer of complexity to her personality. She has experienced loss and heartbreak, and these experiences have shaped her into a more introspective and guarded individual.

Hazel can come across as grouchy at times, especially when she is focused on a task or dealing with frustrating situations. She is not one to sugarcoat her opinions or hide her frustrations. However, this grouchy demeanor is often a result of her high standards and a desire for excellence. She expects the best from herself and those around her, and she can become easily annoyed when things fall short of her expectations.

Despite her fiery and sometimes challenging personality, Hazel possesses a fiercely loyal and protective nature. She cares deeply for her fellow pilots and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and success. Her loyalty extends beyond her squadron, as she fights for equality and fairness within the military.

Hazel's personality is a complex blend of feistiness, sass, toughness, darkness, grouchiness, and sarcasm. While she may have a sharp tongue and a tough exterior, beneath it all, she is driven by a strong sense of duty, a desire for excellence, and a commitment to making a difference.

Hazel Quinn and Tom Kazansky, AKA Iceman, have an intriguing relationship that starts off as rivals but gradually evolves into something more.

From the moment they meet, Hazel and Tom have a natural competitive dynamic. They are both exceptionally skilled pilots who constantly push each other to be better. Tom, with his cool and composed demeanor, tends to tease and annoy Hazel, often trying to get under her skin. Hazel, being feisty and quick-witted, is always ready with a comeback or a witty comment to match his provocations.

Their banter and constant back-and-forth create a playful tension between them. Their competitive nature fuels their drive to outperform each other, and they often find themselves vying for the top spot in training exercises and missions. Each success or failure only intensifies their rivalry, pushing them to work harder and prove themselves to one another.

However, beneath the surface of their rivalry, there is a mutual respect and admiration that grows over time. As they witness each other's skills and determination, they begin to recognize the depth of their abilities and the passion they share for flying. This mutual respect becomes the foundation for a deeper connection between them.

As their relationship progresses, Hazel and Tom start to see past their competitive façades. They discover common ground and shared experiences that create a bond beyond their rivalry. They become allies and confidants, understanding the unique challenges they face as top pilots in a male-dominated field.

Their banter and playful teasing gradually evolve into a deeper understanding and affection. The witty comments and comebacks become laced with a genuine fondness and care for one another. They develop a level of trust and reliance, knowing that they can count on each other in the most critical moments.

The transition from rivals to lovers is marked by moments of vulnerability and growth. They learn to let their guards down and show their true selves, allowing their relationship to blossom into something more profound. Their shared experiences and deep connection become the foundation for a passionate romance that transcends their initial rivalry.

In summary, Hazel and Tom's relationship begins as rivals, with Tom teasing and annoying Hazel, and Hazel responding with her trademark wit. However, their rivalry gradually transforms into mutual respect and admiration, leading to a deep connection and a passionate romance. Their journey from rivals to lovers is marked by growth, vulnerability, and a shared love for flying and each other.

Hazel's call sign, Daredevil, is a reflection of her fearless and daring nature in the skies.

Throughout her training and career, Hazel has consistently demonstrated a willingness to take risks and push the limits of her abilities. She thrives on the adrenaline rush that comes from pushing her aircraft to its maximum potential, often engaging in daring maneuvers that leave others in awe.

Hazel's fearlessness is not just limited to her flying skills. She approaches challenges head-on, unafraid to tackle difficult situations or confront obstacles with determination and courage. Her willingness to take calculated risks sets her apart from her peers and earns her the admiration of those who fly alongside her.

The call sign Daredevil also speaks to Hazel's ability to remain calm and composed in high-pressure situations. Even when faced with intense combat scenarios or dangerous missions, she maintains a level-headedness that allows her to make split-second decisions and take decisive action. Her ability to stay cool under fire further solidifies her reputation as a daredevil in the skies.

Additionally, the call sign Daredevil captures Hazel's audacious and rebellious spirit. She is not one to conform to traditional norms or be limited by societal expectations. Instead, she embraces her own unique style and approach, often challenging the status quo and pushing boundaries. Her refusal to be bound by convention makes her a true daredevil, both in the air and in life.

So her call sign, Daredevil, represents her fearless, daring, and audacious nature. It reflects her willingness to take risks, her ability to remain composed under pressure, and her rebellious spirit that sets her apart from the crowd.

And again, lastly, we get to the strengths and weaknesses part.

Strengths:

1. Exceptional Flying Skills: Hazel possesses exceptional flying skills, making her a standout pilot. Her natural talent, combined with her extensive training and experience, allows her to excel in the skies.

2. Determination and Perseverance: Hazel is known for her unwavering determination and perseverance. She is not one to give up easily and will go to great lengths to achieve her goals. This determination drives her to overcome obstacles and push herself to new heights.

3. Quick Wit and Sharp Tongue: Hazel has a quick wit and a sharp tongue, allowing her to deliver clever comebacks and sarcastic remarks. Her wit often helps her diffuse tense situations and adds a touch of humor to her interactions.

4. Fearlessness and Daring Nature: Hazel is fearless and daring, always willing to take calculated risks and push the limits of her abilities. Her audacious approach to flying and life sets her apart from others and earns her the nickname "Daredevil."

5. Leadership Skills: Hazel possesses strong leadership skills, making her a respected figure among her peers. She has the ability to inspire and motivate others, leading by example and fostering a sense of camaraderie within her squadron.

Weaknesses:

1. Stubbornness: Hazel can be stubborn at times, often refusing to back down from her opinions or change her course of action. While her determination is a strength, her stubbornness can sometimes hinder her ability to adapt to new situations or consider alternative perspectives.

2. Guarded and Introspective: Hazel carries a certain darkness and guardedness within her. While this adds depth to her character, it can also make it challenging for others to get close to her. She tends to keep her emotions and vulnerabilities hidden, which can create barriers in her relationships.

3. Impatience: Hazel can be impatient, especially when she feels that others are not performing up to her standards or when things are moving too slowly. Her impatience can sometimes lead to frustration and a lack of understanding for others who may have different approaches or learning curves.

4. Difficulty Trusting Others: Due to her past experiences and the competitive nature of her profession, Hazel finds it challenging to trust others fully. This can create barriers in her relationships and make it difficult for her to rely on others for support.

5. Tendency to Take Risks: While Hazel's fearlessness and daring nature are strengths, they can also be considered a weakness. Her willingness to take risks, although calculated, can sometimes lead to dangerous situations or unnecessary challenges.

Overall, Hazel Quinn's strengths lie in her exceptional flying skills, determination, quick wit, fearlessness, and leadership abilities. However, her weaknesses include stubbornness, guardedness, impatience, difficulty trusting others, and a tendency to take risks. These strengths and weaknesses contribute to her complex and compelling character.

Back with another set of Top Gun OCs! Yes, they're all quite long and I've spent a lot of time on them, so I'd really appreciate your comments and reblogs! ♥️

(also now I'm going by my new system of making OCs as you can see hehe)

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