I have not posted abt the AUs main antagonist omg...

This is Destiny Malice. Your typical mean girl, but she's purple instead of pink.

More under cut >:)

Destiny is 5'7 and 16 years old

She's secretly working for Bliss ocean. Most of the color guard team suspects she's not what she is

Tbh I think she's friends with all the shit talkers. She likes causing problems. *Cough @arospecbandgeek 's OC is her freind *Cough*

My brother is working on a fic rn, that has her date a loser girl, but then she turns around and 'Carrie's' her

She's an orphan.

The reason she's working with bliss ocean is not only to grab info on Ramsey (through Bonnie ofc) because for some reason they have a grudge against that man even though his name is pretty much cleared.

She's a Mundie.

Now upon doing her undercover shit for Bliss ocean, she realizes they they shouldn't be going after Bonnie, but rather Sabrina. She's more powerful.

Oh yeah, she kidnaps Sabrina near the end of the arc as well.

The he pronouns cancelled out in the transaction.

process of drawing an OC: - you design them - you get attached to them - their hair gets bigger without you realizing it

They never give you an option to name the cub but in my heart this is Absolute-ly (haha) canon.

Mawwige....

thinking about beating narinder with a gun in game, and immediatley marrying him, a shotgun wedding.

"Let us go together, my dear Consort eternal."

LET HIM GOOO

Self discovery is all about finding new perspectives

The first time it happens wasn't on purpose, but Ghost spills over your pumping fist with a low desperate groan that makes you pulse between your legs. "Good boy." You file it away, make a mental note that he came without his usual warning.

The second time it happens is on purpose. You're riding him, grinding your hips down against his lap, feeling the rough curls of his hair against your clit. You press your hands against his chest, stare at him with a smile as he hits all the sweetest parts of you and coo out, "Such a good boy for me." Ghost swallows thickly, tips his head back with a shaky breath, and groans out a swear. He doesn't come, but you can feel his cock twitch, can see the way blush blooms down his neck and over his chest. "Does my good boy want to come?" You ask, succor sweet. The hitch in his breath is the only warning you get before he fills you, spills his warm come into you with a low groan and a mumbled apology. You've never heard Ghost mumble before.

You ask him about it, apologize quietly in the morning when he's got an arm slung over his eyes to shield them from the sun streaming in through the windows. "S'fine," He'd grumbled, still half asleep, "liked it. Got my tail waggin'."

The next time you say it is when you wrap his leash tighter around your hand, just to tug the thick leather around his neck as he fucks you like a dog. "Fuck," you drool against the bed, "my good boy." He fucks you so deliriously hard, too hard for the desperation in his voice when he leans over and tells you, "I am. 'M yours."

Having your own OC as your Blorbo is great because you will never have to see a bad Fannon brainrot take or awful but inexplicably popular ship involving them, but also I Have To Do Everything Myself Around Here Augh

People who aren’t writers just don’t get it. They think that our favorite OCs would be getting the easiest possible rides in life, but nope, all of our favorite OCs get French-dipped in blood and angst and trauma.

places this on my windowsill like a freshly baked apple pie.

my main party and durge reveal <3<3 i call them the shenanigang

⚠ Choking Hazard ⚠

(Struck with a vision)