#dont steal my oc please

[ferris-the-wheel]

Updated 3/29/24

Dante Meadows

"You've been staring at me for a while. Do you need something from me?"

: ̗̀➛ Age: 16

: ̗̀➛ Gender: Male

: ̗̀➛ Pronouns: He/Him

: ̗̀➛ Species: Demigod

: ̗̀➛ Abilities:

> Shadow traveling

> Control over shadows

> Radiating an aura of death

Backstory

He was raised in the underworld after his mortal mom died in childbirth. Hades was normally very busy and didn't have a lot of time to spend with him due to him literally ruling the underworld, so he learned to be independent very early on. His relationship with Hades is complicated because while he does respect and is loyal to his father; from his perspective, he thinks that Hades values his job more than him. Therefore, he wants to get stronger so that his father will 'finally notice him'.

He feels neglected by Hades since the latter didn't spend a whole lot of time with him, but he also understands that his father's job is incredibly important, leading him to feel conflicted. He does have a fear of abandonment (strengthened by his mother's death), which makes it even harder to form genuine connections.

Despite being a child of Hades, he didn't want to seem totally goth. He didn't want to lose his personality to meet others' expectations. Therefore, he dyed his hair (originally black) pink.

He likes the darkness of the underworld and finds comfort in the shadows. Since he grew up in the underworld, he isn't really all that caught up with how the modern world works— at all. He does know the weaknesses to a lot of monsters, though, so he's pretty strong in a fight.

He occasionally visits Camp Half-Blood, where he resides in Cabin 13. He gets along with pretty much everyone, despite not having a lot of knowledge about popular topics such as celebrities and things like that. Everyone knows where he comes from, though, so they don't tease him about it (much).

~ Chibi Dante

Personality

He's very clever, confident, and blunt. He always has a witty response or a sharp comeback when insults are directed toward him. Even though he sometimes misses social cues, he's very flirty and is generally likeable. Despite this, he feels isolated and lonely, even among other demigods. He has a hard time maintaining relationships, platonic or otherwise, and always keeps people at arms length.

He has a hard time trusting people, which is a result of him fearing being rejected. He does want to form genuine connections with people, but he isn't quite sure how, so you'd have to bring it up first. And put a lot of effort into it as well. While he may act as though the negative comments don't affect him, deep down, it hurts him and his self-esteem. He pretty much just masks his negative emotions with a carefree, bold mask to protect himself.

Additional information

> He's openly bisexual and will shamelessly flirt with pretty much anyone he finds attractive/is his type, though he does lean more toward guys.

> He's in a relationship with Justin Ashfield (going on one year).

> Given that he lives in the underworld, nothing like bad smells, scary-looking monsters, or things like that scare or bother him. Well, even if something did really scare him, he probably wouldn't let it show anyways.

> He is what most would call "conventionally attractive". Yeah, before his heritage was revealed, several people thought he was a son of Aphrodite, which he found funny and didn't bother to correct them. Though not everyone likes him, mainly to his snarky attitude and uncaring personality.

> His favorite food is pomegranate seeds (Persephone often gave them to him as a snack so he grew to like them a lot).

> He really likes horse-like creatures of any kind, though he especially likes Aethon, Alastor, Podargos, and Xanthos (the horses that pull Hades' chariot) as he grew up around them.

#dante meadows #this guy needs friends fr 💀 #my fav oc as of rn #my ocs <3 #percy jackson oc #og oc #dont steal my oc please

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

helloooo have a messy scribble page of oc concepts. unfortunately, im in love and will now proceed to ramble At Length

but before that! rudimentary height chart!

all i know rn is Mairy - the cow - is about the same height as Howdy/Barnaby/Poppy (around 8ft), Hettie & Daisy are in the Wally/Julie/Sally category (around 3ft), and Jesterly is more Frank/Eddie (around 4ft). Derry Drake is fuckoff huge, and Casey is... idk really. tall but not That tall

so. rambles. i... have those, yeah

Mairy Love - she/her - lesbian a gorgeous white/blue cow! originally she was gonna be pink/white, but blue/white is my favorite color combo and honestly? it's dairy colors to me. she's big! she's strong! she's very gentle and sweet but also takes shit from no one, even though she doesn't like confrontation much (unless its playful roughhousing! jokes fly completely over her head! i'm thinking she tends to a lovely orchard of various fruit trees, and probably cultivates some crops for fun as well. maybe seasonal ones? pumpkins for the spooky season, fir trees for those snowy days, etc.

Casey J. Mittens - he/him - aro this orange fella is scaredy cat central! unfortunately for him, he's also curious to a fault! curiosity killed the cat, and he fears the day that rings true for him! he'd rather curl up at home or in a cozy tree, crocheting something cute from one of his many balls of yarn than do anything else. he tries to be a voice of reason, but is too easily convinced otherwise. he's that friend who says "we shouldn't be doing this" as he wholeheartedly assists in the shenanigan in question.

Hettie (currently undecided) - she/her - bi true to her honeybee heritage, Hettie is a florist! she boasts an impressive array of flowers that she tends to like her life depends on it. she's always running around to make sure they're all getting the best care - and she's always checking in on her pals to make sure they're taken care of, too. she's a busy bee who wouldn't know a day's rest if it stung her on the ass! It takes a lot to make her mad, but everybody better watch out when her wings start buzzing

Daisy Hop - she/him - pan i actually created Daisy as a supplementary character for a certain au, but realized i could find a place for her in this little group. i'm thinking he runs a little shop - a roadside stall, more like - where she can both sell her own homemade candy & his friends' stuff! she's the only one in the group that can keep up with Hettie's energy, and even surpass it at times. though unlike Hettie, Daisy knows how to take (and appreciate) a break!

Jesterly - whatever/is/funniest - Derry a menace. they love pranks above all else, oftentimes at the expense of others. he's always up to something and is never not scheming something! there's always Someone to bother! in all honesty she's more like an annoying stray cat that no one can get rid of... and they better not try, or they'll face the wrath of this fool's Very large partner! The jester's cap never comes off, and neither does the mask!

Derry Drake - they/them - Jesterly there's no sugarcoating it - Derry is a big lazy grump! it's almost impossible to get them out of their cave, or off of any place they decide to nap. the only thing that can reliably get them moving is the promise - or prospect - of food. it's a wonder how they've accumulated such a hoard of random things in the back of their cave, seeing as they rarely get up at all. they're incredibly nearsighted and bite first, ask questions later - after all, who knows if the colorful blob in front of them is food or not! better to be safe than hungry!

currently in my mind they have their own little community deep in the woods. Daisy lives in a modified burrow, Maisy has a cute farmhouse, Casey lives in a cozy treehouse, Hettie has a small cottage, and Derry & Jesterly live in a cave. within their community, they share practically everything. want a snack? pluck something from the orchard. need a new pair of mittens? ask Casey! i suppose you could say they're communists <3 (except for Daisy. she won't charge his friends, but anyone else is free game)

Mairy and Hettie have romantic tension, Daisy and Derry are the only ones who can tolerate Jes, Mairy wants Jes dead, Casey is terrified of Derry, Daisy's rapid-fire speech confuses everyone but Hettie, etc. i should make a chart for funsies...

#if i want to get realllly out of my comfort zone #i could talk about how my brain automatically started going 'ok this is how they interact with The Neighbors' #but i think. ill save that for now #listen listen for my whole life ive always kept my fan-ocs expressly separate from canon characters #i either put them far away from the action or in a different point in time entirely #but i can. i can have fun? with this maybe? its just a silly side thing... im playing with dolls... #i have Thoughts... #scribble salad #wh oc #welcome home oc #mairy will sometimes crush Difficult To Crush things to intimidate choice people #she's intimidating and she knows it! she'd rather be nice but sometimes a bitch has to get smacked #mairy: im a pacifist #mairy: *loading shotgun* however- #derry often steals casey's yarn for their own hoard #so casey has to go steal it back (or ask for it. either way derry makes a fuss) #I LOVE THEM. FUCK #i dont need any more ocs please... i already have several hundred...

[crispychikanyayaya]

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[auriel187]

The More Things Change. (S1 E8)

Word Count: 4328

Series Masterlist

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

TW: Racial slurs.

"Ah, the 43 million man." Cory smiled happily, taking a look at the article. Shawn pulled out a chair for me and took the seat next to me. I had my hair in two low pigtails with a braid crown. He had told me that I looked like an angel, that my hair was a halo. I was proud of my hair today.

"Why do they call him that?" Minkus asked, approaching the table.

"Because that's what he's getting paid to play baseball for six years." I muttered, taking out my battered copy of Red Dragon.

"7.6 million a year?" Minkus guffawed.

"If that's what it comes out to, yeah." Shawn said, before he started reading over my shoulder.

"You could calculate the value of a baseball card and yet you can't...Oh forget it. I'll save this conversation for when I have cake?" I mumbled before I continued reading. Shawn continued reading over my head shoulder.

"He happens to be one of the top guys in baseball." Cory nodded, continuing to read the article.

"Well, I happen to think Mr. Feeny is one of the top guys in teaching and he makes about 40 thousand a year." Minkus said and that's one of the few things I've ever and will openly agree to.

"That stinks." I look over at the blue eyed boy over my shoulder. He looks back at me with wide eyes.

"Finally. Something we agree on." Minkus nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Feeny ain't worth that kind of money." I threw my head down onto the table. I felt someone pull my chair away from the table.

"Thank you, Cory." I mumbled with my head on my lap. He ran his hand over my back while they continued their conversation.

"You thought I meant he was overpaid? I meant that Mr. Feeny is grossly and tragically underpaid." Minus said and again I nodded in agreement.

"Minkus... May I call you Minkus? Does spelling ever change? No. Does history ever change? Uh-uh. Does Feeny ever change? Never. Know why? He doesn't have to. Know why? 'Cause nothing about... teaching sixth grade ever changes."

"Yeah, instead year after year he has to deal with kids like you guys who don't listen." I kept my head down.

"Well, I think you're wrong." Minkus looks at the curly haired boy. Cory was definitely wrong.

"Well, I think l'm right. I think in about five seconds, Feeny walks in here, takes a sip from the drinking fountain, flicks his mustache, goes to the coffee machine, sees us, asks Raven-Anniya about what books she just finished before he turns to me and says, "Good morning, Mr. Matthews. "I trust you've done the homework". Every day, the same thing. He's so predictable." Cory stated just as our teacher walked into the cafeteria. We watched the older man do just as Cory described.

"Good morning, Mr. Matthews. I trust you've done the homework." He says, just as Cory said he would.

"Yes, I did, sir." The curly haired brunette said. He wasn't genuine but to the untrained eye he may've been sincere.

"But my little sister ate it." They said together before Mr. Feeny walked away saying something along the lines of "You are so predictable." I had to agree and because I knew he was so predictable I knew that this was going to end up with a lesson for them. I just wonder how much I'm going to have to pay for.

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I had spent the better part of my day contemplating just how much of a mess this'll turn into. Cory has no clue what it took to be a teacher so how was he going to learn a lesson?

"This Week in Social Studies we'll be talking about prejudice."

"Good, 'cause I'm prejudiced against the scungy food in the cafeteria." Cory joked, which caused the class to fall into a fit of laughter.

"Then why do you keep eating it?" I asked. Nobody answered.

"We will be discussing black slavery in the American South," The kids all looked to me. "The Jews in nazi Germany and several examples of prejudice throughout history. Tonight your assignment... is to read the first pages of that book." Mr. Feeny said as he handed us the book. The Diary of Anne Frank. This book was amazing. I'd read it years ago and cried.

"Aw, man, it's a book about some girl." And there it was! Cory's definitely done it now!

"Maybe it's time to veer away from picture books Cory?" I looked over at him as he glared at me.

"Rave? I'll take your book suggestions seriously when Storm becomes Shawn's favourite X-Men character." Oh, please.

"Who's your favourite X-Men, Shawnie?"

"The one who kind of looks like your mom.She's cool." Shawn answered absentmindedly, looking over the book he'd just been given.

I turned to Cory with a smug look on my face. "If you're not going to read it because it's about a girl, that's on you. Good to know that you wouldn't want to hear about the experiences of people who don't look like you." I mumbled the last part to myself.

Just as Cory was about to respond, the bell rang and we all started packing our things. I made sure to put my copy of the book in my bag. I heard Mr. Feeny call Cory to stay back, but Shawn had already taken my hand and started pulling me out of the school.

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"So, Sunshine," Shawn said as I took a seat on the swing. "I have something for you." He looked straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact.

"You do?" Shawn had gotten me another gift?

"Yeah. It's ummm not much but..." He pulled a little book out of his bag, but it wasn't a regular one. It looked homemade. When I opened it I came face to face with pictures of me, of us, over the years. From my first day at school together, my mom must've taken them from my dance recitals and our Halloweens. On the very last page written in Shawn's handwriting "Happy 11th Birthday, Raven-Anniya!" And just underneath it, "Shawn P. Hunter & Cory Matthews"

"Thank you, Shawnie." I rested my hand on his shoulder. "You know my birthday was over a month ago, right?" I laughed.

He chuckled. "Yeah. But I wanted to wait for Cory to finish the book before I can give it to you." He rested his head on mine.

"So...social studies is going to be hard for you. If you need me to-" Shawn started but I stopped him.

"It's okay, Shawnie. Most of the kids in our class don't know any non-white people outside of school. You remember when Cory got his hair straightened?" Shawn nodded. "Well the girls he thought were making fun of him for his curly hair, were actually making fun of Dwayne Friedrick talking about why they wouldn't invite people like him to their stupid party. Making fun of his naturally curly hair because they could." I rolled my eyes, my mood suddenly sour.

"Those girls are just dumb then." Shawn put his hand on my head.

"But there are more people like them. People who will do more than not invite me to a party." I could see the confusion flash behind his eyes but I didn't want to tell him about it. He was still young. And this was nothing he'd have to experience but I don't want him to be as ignorant as the people I was talking about.

"You'd...you'd tell me if they..." He started but he stopped. I knew what he was talking about.

"Maybe." I answered honestly. He looked kinda hurt. "Sometimes Shawnie, you can't fix things. Not things like this."

"But I want to. I want to be able to help. For you." He rested his forehead against mine.

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"Raven!" I heard Jazmyne call me from downstairs. I went down to see her trying to balance boxes worth of school supplies in her hand. "Little help, please?" I quickly grabbed the smaller boxes.

"What's all this stuff for?" I asked, noticing half the random stuff in the box.

"I'm doing a project with my friends Linda, Tamara and Eric." She answered before unloading the boxes up in her room. "It's a multicultural thing."

"Cool."

"Yeah, so if you need me for anything, just call the Matthews house. Especially if Mom has a work thing." She concluded before she started working on the assignment.

"Okay." I nodded before going to my room. My ballet class was canceled today but my teacher said we should practice our routine. The calming music contrasted with the sharp moments, I tried to correct my movements using my shadow but it's easier to have someone else tell you what you need to fix.

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"Good morning, class. For the rest of the week I'm going to be your Social Studies teacher." Cory said the second I walked into the classroom. I froze in the doorway.

"Mr. Feeny? What's going on?" I asked, slowly took my seat beside Shawn and now diagonal from Mr. Feeny.

"Don't ask me. He's the man in charge." Mr. Feeny pointed to Cory and I groaned. This is going to suck!

"That's right, Raven, my friend. Me. I'm your new teacher, and my name is... Hey... Dude. That all right with you... George?" He wrote on the board.

"Mi clase es su clase." Mr. Feeny said, leaning back in the seat.

"And you guys know that rule about no baseball caps in class? History!" I watched as the boys in the class excitedly put their caps on. Topanga put her hand up, causing Cory to roll his eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, Topanga."

"If we're going to eliminate the cap rule can we also discard the dress code in its entirety?" I saw Cory's eyes widen fearfully.

"Why? You're not thinking about showing up... like, naked tomorrow, are you?" He asked her suspiciously.

"No. Although I find nothing shameful about nudity. I was thinking about wearing garments from cultures more in tune with the goddess. A sari, perhaps, or a pareo." She said assertively.

"Because nothing says cultural sensitivity like a white girl dressed in cultural garb she doesn't understand." I mumble to myself.

"Yeah, fine. As long as you're covered up."

"No, not fine! She can't just come to school dressed in someone's culture." I spoke up, staring at Cory only to realize the rest of the class had turned to stare at me.

"I just want to express my appreciation for their cultural beauty." She pouted but I didn't care.

"Do you even know the names of the goddesses you're planning on emulating? If you can't name them, say who they are and why they're prayed to, you shouldn't get to play dress up with something you don't understand." I slumped in my seat.

"People, people, people. Are we going to do our Social Studies work today?" Minkus called attention to himself.

"Minkus, Minkus, Minkus. Shut up." Shawn mocked.

"OK, guys, for homework tonight... read the first pages in Whatever that book was that George assigned us yesterday."

"The Diary of Anne Frank, you doofus." I muttered.

"But that was the assignment last night."

"Minkus! Not long ago, I was a student myself and I remember that sixth-graders don't always do their homework so this way, everyone gets a second chance."

"Excuse me, Mr Hey Dude, but I did my homework and I'm sure my Raven Beauty did too." Minkus bragged. That caused Cory to snap.

"Minkus, get a life. That's your homework assignment. Get a life." Cory exclaimed before the class erupted into complete chaos. I just sat back and continued reading Red Dragon.

It was sad that nobody was taking anything seriously.

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We were sitting in class the next day, Cory was trying desperately to get Shawn and I to help him. I wasn't listening to it. "Look, you have to help me get the class back under control."

"Hey, you're the one who let it get out of control." I looked up from my book to Shawn. He was right.

"Well, you're the one playing poker with Feeny." Cory rebutted. I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe if you took this class seriously, the class wouldn't be out of control." I continued reading. I had finished Red Dragon, so I started Silence Of The Lambs.

"Lighten up, man. You're starting to sound like a teacher." Shawn said before continuing to shuffle the cards as the bell rang. Cory walked to the front of the class as Topanga, who came to school in a sari, started moving her desk out of the way.

"Topanga, what are you doing?" Cory asked.

"Moving my desk out of the way. I've decided I'd rather sit on a traditional yoga cushion." Topanga sat on her cushion as Minkus moved his desk out of the way.

"Oh, come on, Minkus, don't tell me you want to sit on a yogurt cushion!" Cory whined.

"No. You told me to get a life. Now I'm going to be as fun as the next guy." Minkus started bouncing on a ball.

Cory let out a defeated sigh. "OK. I know things got a little loose here yesterday but we've got a test day after tomorrow and it's time to get down to business. Let's start With the roll call." Cory started doing the attendance. "Archer, Raven-Anniya." I raised my hand.

"Lawrence, Topanga." The girl was sitting in the lotus position.

"I'm channeling. I will only answer the name..." she growled. Literally.

"OK. Present, but not all here. Hunter, Shawn." Cory continued and I'm just now realizing he's not doing it in alphabetical order. "Hunter, Shawn." Again, Shawn didn't do anything. Cory was waving his hand in front of his face.

"Out of my face. I'm stacking the deck." Shawn pushed him away.

"Hey. Where's Mr. Feeny? I mean, George." Cory asked, looking for our previous teacher.

"Hey, dude. Sorry I'm late. I was chillin' with my homies." Mr. Feeny walked in dressed in a Philly's jersey. He sat in Cory's seat facing Shawn as he picked up the cards. "I'm in." He said as he started playing. He looked around the class with a depressed look on his face.

"Minkus, this is Social Studies. Stop making those paper turkeys." He tossed the book onto Minkus' desk.

"They're flamingoes, and quit calling me Minkus. You call everyone else by their first name... so start calling me Stuart." Cory whined.

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When the bell rang after school, I was shocked to see Jazmyne by my locker. Shawn smiled her way, waving as he walked me to her. "Hi Jazmyne." He said carrying my books as I opened my locker.

"Hey, Hunter. Sorry to have to steal your little bird today but Brianna said I've got to take her to the mall with my project partners." Shawn's smile fell for a second but he nodded.

"It's okay." Shawn rested his head on my shoulder, giving me a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sunshine." He pinched my cheek before he turned to his locker.

I put my books in my bag and started walking behind Jazmyne towards her classmates. I knew Eric but I didn't know anything about Linda but she was a very pretty Asian girl. I sat in the back of the bus clutching my book as I read. When we got to the mall, we went from store to store, me still reading and being careful not to walk into anyone. Eric and Linda were a bit behind Jazmyne and I when someone walked into me and stepped on my book.

"Watch it, kid." The man said, pushing past me and hitting me with his bag. Jazmyne was helping me up off the dirty floor as Eric and Linda went to confront him.

"Hey man, she's just a kid!" Eric said, pushing the jerk.

"Yeah. You didn't have to push her." Linda said. The man rolled his eyes and started walking away but Jazmyne pulled him back.

"You need to apologize. You walked into her." She said, glaring at the older man.

"I don't need to do shit." He said pushing Jazmyne off of him. Linda stopped Jazz from falling over.

"Hey!" Linda said, loudly. The jerk took a step towards the two teenage girls and Eric stepped over them protectively.

"You need to back off." He said to the jerk.

The dude scoffed. "You need to back off. Take your chink and your niggers and get the hell out of here." He pushed Eric, which caused a domino effect with the three teenagers, making them all topple onto the floor.

Linda started tearing up, Jazmyne just got quiet and I sat there with tears in my eyes. It's not something I wasn't used to but it still hurt when it happened.

"Come on, Birdie. Let's get you out of here." Eric said taking me to the bus stop. We hopped on the bus, each of us sitting in silence. Eric took my hand as tears fell over torn pages of my book. He rested my head over his shoulder. We got off the bus and walked into the Matthews' house.

"Come on, let's go sit on the couch, all right?" Eric guided all of us to the couch and I finally broke. I was sitting on the chair sobbing. Jazmyne came up, holding my book out to me. I didn't even notice that I dropped it. I opened it and pages came falling out. I started crying more as the book fell from my hand.

"Eric?" Cory asked, looking around the room at all the sad or angry people.

"I've got it, Cor." Eric consoled a crying Linda. "Everything is going to be oK, all right?"

"Eric?" Cory looked over at me, pointing at my tear stained face.

"I'll talk to you later, Cor." Eric said in a more assertive tone.

"It's getting chilly out there." Amy came in.

"Linda! Linda! What's wrong with Linda?" Morgan rounded the corner and saw Linda crying. She looked over and saw me. "What happened to Raven?" She walked over and hugged my head.

"Some jerk at the mall called us some bad names." Jazmyne said. She was sad too, but her sadness was mixed with anger too.

"Where? Our mall?" Cory asked.

"What did he call you?" Morgan turned to Jazmyne.

"It's not important, Morgan." I spoke between choked sobs.

"In our mall right here?" Cory asked again. Morgan gave Linda and I tissues.

"Thanks, Morgan." When I got the tissue.

"A boy at daycare once called me poo-poo head." Morgan tried to console us.

"That's not very nice." I replied as she handed a tissue to Linda.

"Thanks, Morgan." Linda smiled graciously.

"Mom." Eric looked over at her, pleadingly.

"Come on, Morgan. Let's make some hot cocoa for everybody." Amy grabbed a hold of the young blond. Eric held my hand.

"Man, sometimes people can be total idiots." Eric looked at his brother, not accusingly but the venom behind his eyes was evident.

"This happened today?" Cory said, disbelieving. He looked at me but I looked away.

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The next day, I walked into class with Shawn only to see Cory in a suit and tie.

"Hey, Mr. GQ. Nice neckwear." Shawn said jokingly. He's been joking around all morning. I know he knows something is wrong but I have been denying everything. I didn't want to burden him.

"Excellent Windsor knot. Did your mom tie it?" Minkus said as I slumped in my seat. I had no motivation to do anything today.

"Minkus... Stuart, I need your help. You're the smartest kid in class... maybe if you pay attention to me some of the other kids will."

"Why should I help you? You made fun of Mr. Feeny, and said he gets paid too much." Minkus crossed his arms defiantly.

"Look, Minkus, I'm only coming to you because Raven isn't doing well today." Cory glared but the bell rang before he could say more.

Mr. Feeny walked in and looked at Cory. "Hey, dude. Ooh, that suit. It's not cool."

"Class, I'd like to talk to you today about prejudice... and how it still exists in today's world." Mr.Feeny turned to Cory as he spoke. "I didn't even know that till last night when I saw some really smart, totally cool girls... crying their eyes out because some idiot at the mall... called them bad names. My lesson for today is that when people treat other people badly... because of their skin color or their religion or where they come from...then real smart, totally cool people... can really suffer." Cory passed my desk, dropping a note between my elbow and my head.

'I'm sorry for this. I just need to get to him' as well as a quote from the book. I looked over at him, as he nodded his head towards Shawn. I then realized that aside from Mr. Feeny, I was the only one really listening.

"Hey, George, this isn't gum. These are Rolaids." Shawn said, looking at our teacher.

"Deal me out of this one, Mr. Hunter." Mr. Feeny said, giving Cory more attention.

"What? Why?" Shawn asked.

"OK. You win. I'm a crummy teacher, and I resign. Hey, Shawn, before your mother got married... what was her name again?" Cory turned to the blue eyed boy.

"Cordini." He answered.

"Cordini. So, that would make you a wop, right?" Cory said, nonchalantly.

"CORY!?" I yelled. I didn't think he was going to do that.

"What did you call me?" Shawn looked up at Cory in shock. Shook his head, festering in his anger.

"You heard what I called you." Cory spoke clearly, before he looked at me and nodded.

"Whatever, man." Shawn rolled his eyes and started playing solitaire.

"I guess I understand why you don't care. You spend your day with a monkey and her family of crows. It's astonishing how smart she is though. I honestly expected Ebonics when we first met her."

I looked up at him in fake shock. Did he really think that? No. Before I left his house last night, he asked Jazmyne what kind of things people have said to her and her family. Cory didn't even know what Ebonics is this morning. He literally held up a paper and asked me what it was this morning. I expected him to say this. What I didn't expect was for Shawn to slam him into the door.

"What did you just call her?" Shawn practically snarled, slamming Cory into the door. Nobody said anything.

"Do I need to say it again?" Cory quipped, sarcastically. He seemed unphased when Shawn slammed him to the door again.

"Say it again, I'll kill you!" Shawn screamed.

"Mr. Hunter!" Mr. Feeny intervened.

"Did you hear what he called her?" Shawn looked guffawed.

"Yes I did. And I heard what he called you. What are you going to do about it?"

"He's the teacher." Shawn looked at Mr. Feeny confusion.

"What are you going to do about it?" The older man asked. It seemed to trigger Shawn.

"I'm gonna knock his head off!" Shawn pushed Cory.

"What if you couldn't? What if you couldn't do anything about it?" Cory exclaimed, pushing Shawn back.

"What?" Shawn buffered.

"What if you lived in a country where I could kill you just because of your mom's last name?" Cory spoke loudly for the class.

"Cory, what are you talking about?" Shawn asked.

"A -year-old girl is dead! Doesn't anybody care?" Cory faced the rest of the class.

"Cory..." I sat up slightly, trying to calm him down. He looked at me for a minute before holding the book over to Shawn.

"She was like Raven, Shawn. She was real smart and totally cool. She wrote this book. Her name Was Anne Frank." He pulled his Cory up. "They say she died of typhus but they killed her... because her name Was Anne Frank. Anne Frank was a victim of antisemitism." He said incorrectly but I was so proud, I didn't think I should say anything.

"Anti-Semitism." Mr. Feeny corrected.

"Thank you, Mr. Feeny. You have to read this book... and you have to pass this test... not because of me but because when someone calls someone else a bad name... it's not good that just that one person jumps up. We all have to jump up." Cory pointed at Shawn approvingly. Cory turned back to me. "Raven-Anniya?" He nodded to the book.

"In spite of everything... I still believe that people are really good at heart." I quoted.

+=+=+=+=+

On Monday after school, Shawn and I were sitting in the park when he pulled out his test. He looked really nervous when I unfolded it. He got a B. "You got a B!" I was beaming.

"Yeah, I really wanted to do well." He nodded sheepishly.

"And you don't want to do well on all your other stuff?" I asked, jokingly poking him but he grabbed my hand.

"I wanted to do well because this was important. When it's something important I want..." he stopped before he could finish. "I wanted you to be proud of me." He answered honestly.

"I am proud of you. You defended me when nobody else did. I'd be proud of you anyway." I hugged him. He chuckled.

"You spoke up first, Sunshine." Shawn flipped my hair over my face.

We stayed in the park for a few more hours. I had spent most it reading The Diary of Anne Frank again.

#please dont steal #black reader #boy meets world #shawn hunter x oc #black oc #my story

[bigheartlittlelies]

Do you remember when you were born?

Without effects

#dont steal my art please #ghost doodles #art #original character #john doe game #john doe oc #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalog oc #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #doesona #tw nudity #tw blood #blood tw

[gncrezan]

happy valentine's day najam!! 💕 love u so much, you always make my days so bright, i hope you enjoy that same brightness today

HAPPY VALENTINES QUILL !!!!! hope you had a good day, i love you MWAH !!!!!! using this ask like last year as an excuse to post various nickmancing content i've accumulated over the years do not mind me (buttonkenzie sneaking in but still)

#once i get my trillion tasks out of the way. i will become insufferable on your ao3. prommy. #mostly old regency au from when i was rewatching bridgerton #quill tag #please also note their stupid 90s-retro justice and fortitude sweatshirts #i cannot for the life of me fucking find any other nick drawings i fucking know i have more but my folders are so disorganised i gave up #there's one of nick cowering behind kiran when rosy is coming up to him and theyre like #'he's using me a barrier. i didnt do this but im obligated to protect him bc i love him. please dont fire me' #bhattarai is also the last name im thinking of keeping for non-mb thoughts that steal nick + laila away from their original setting #'this is my nick wiseman fanart' -> two years later 'this is my oc nikhil bhattarai' #i do like the last name wiseman so much though i just want to distance whatever im doing with them with mb. its not truly mb anymore #like it is when i want it to be. I CONTAIN MULTITUDES! #but thank you for the ask again quill LOVE YOU!!!!! #nik wiseman #agent kiran

[asktadckrew]

Meet Fidget!!

THIS IS MY ART DON'T STEAL IT/TRACE IT

#the amazing digital circus #tadc fandom #my art #my artwork #tadc oc #original charater art #my art <3 #dont steal #dont steal my art please #by me <3 #shut up Proto.

[xxanxietyarts1xx]

I might as well post my animation I did awhile ago here too!

All 3 are my ocs in the babtqftim fandom!🩵💚💜

Apps used: roughanimator, CapCut and procreate :)

#babtqftim #bendy #bendy and the dark revival #cuphead #orginal character #babtqftim oc #batim oc #cuphead oc #cuphead show #oc story #my ocs #my ocs <3 #qftim au #animation #my animation #please dont steal

[spiderr-cakezzz]

Everyone !! I forgot to post this sooner, but

I made a Sparklecare self-insert!♡ :3 I haven't figured out a name for them yet, nor finished their card thingy, but I drew them !!

I might end up making them a patient- but I'm also thinking abt maybe having them be interested in medicine, and getting a job as a nurse at Sparklecare due to its good reputation, an such! :3

#digital art #art #my art #sparklecare #sparklecare hospital #oc artwork #self insert #sparklecare oc #Theyre pretty unfinished atm tbh- #but I still love them regardless <3 #(I also may or may not be thinking abt making them a nurse for the main purpose of them regularly interacting with Doom .. /sarc) #please dont steal my art #Oh btw I made them w/ their healed saturation bcuz thats where im at irl :3 #but dont worry im gonna re-traumatize them once they get to Sparklecare <3 (either as a patient or employee ♡) #Nea Pollie Tann

[pepsi2-art]

tbh my headcanon is that the timeclock person is/was a protagonist the narrator got sick of playing with and forgot about

#the stanley parable #tsp #please dont use my design/steal my art pls lol #fan art #oc i guess? #my art #just a quick lil doodle #gotta say tsp has been one of my favorite games for years i LOVE the ultra deluxe stuff so much

[ferris-the-wheel]

Updated 3/29/24

Warren Northbloom

"I'm frowning? Ah, my apologies. Not to worry, I'm not displeased."

: ̗̀➛ Age: 24

: ̗̀➛ Gender: Male

: ̗̀➛ Pronouns: He/Him

: ̗̀➛ Species: Part vampire, part fae, part elf, and more unknown parts. (Some other species are there in his DNA but he didn't have the correct genetic composition to enherit those traits; such as having beastman, witch/warlock, and fae DNA traits like a tail or wings or whatever).

: ̗̀➛ Abilities:

> Super strength: Can lift up to five times more than the average human.

> Accelerated speed: Not quite super speed, but he can run faster than most.

> Accelerated healing: His body heals faster than humans. The healing process can also be accelerated by drinking blood from humans or animals (the more blood consumed, the faster he heals).

> Spiritual sensing: He can send his mind to the spirit realm. He can also see and converse with ghosts and other similar entities in the living world.

Backstory:

His ancestors were nomads and traveled around all over the world. As a child, he thought it was amazing, being able to travel everywhere with his family; though as he got older, he got tired of the squabbling amongst his relatives.

He decided one day to leave his family behind and travel around with a friend he'd made instead. His friend was out for revenge against a powerful foe, but he ended up dying before he could complete his quest. To honor his friend's unfulfilled goal, Warren decided to take up the mantle and track down his late friend's enemy.

Warren carries around his friend's amulet as a tribute to remember him by. He used to wear it on his belt, but after nearly losing it to a pickpocket, he changed the location to his neck.

When he came across the lab where Lazarus was residing, he thought that it may be a clue to figuring it where his nemesis was, so he went inside to investigate. Upon discovering the conditions of the deteriorating lab and finding Lazarus, he took the child with him.

He pities the conditions that Lazarus was living in, so he does his best to make him feel comfortable whenever he can. Warren also decided to teach him how to fight using a multitude of weapons. Warren views Lazarus like the little brother he never had. He definitely spoils him when he sees that Lazarus wants something.

~ Chibi Warren

Personality

Warren is pretty somber most of the time and generally has a serious expression. When he noticed that Lazarus was mimicking his facial expressions, he did try to be a bit less uptight. He does have a soft spot for Lazarus and is kinder toward him and smiles more. He's also very observant and intelligent, noticing things that not many others do.

Additional information:

> He knows how to use many weapons due to his ancestors and most of them using different weapons because of the various locations that they had previously lived. He is especially skilled with polearms and throwing knives.

> His favorite activity to do in his free time is horseback riding. He also likes hunting and scaling tall things such as trees and rocks, as well as fishing and swimming.

> He developed insomnia after being attacked by bandits one night because he never could fully get to sleep after the incident, so he always has dark bags under his eyes.

> His favorite food is turkey with potatoes, fresh bread, and lots of gravy, occasionally indulging in some wine or beer when Lazarus isn't around.

> His favorite animals are horses and raccoons.

I hope you like Warren! I figured that I didn't want to give him all of the traits of his ancestry since that'd be a bit overpowered, so I settled for some basic vampiric abilities and added in some other ones. Hopefully my newest ocs aren't too cliché or anything = > =

#warren westfield #new oc #original oc #dont steal my oc please

[hellothepixel]

"high school musical" <<< "high school musical but it's the gay remake in my head"

#high school musical #the remake i have of the second one is the best #i gave sharpay a romantic rival for troy turned accomplice turned girlfriend #since in my version of the first one established that gabriella is gabriel #in my version of the second i reveal that actually it's still gabriella - she just hasnt come out yet #'you are the music in me' is her singing with sharpay's girlfriend's sister about how cool it is to meet another trans person #i dont dance becomes a double version with two plots - ryan and chad & gabriella and the forementioned sister #also that sister is like a ryan equivalent - younger sibling of a spoiled and bossy older sister #so Fabulous is a duet between sharpay and her rival #bet on it is also a duet between sharpay and troy #conversly go my own way is a double version about troy x gabriella and sharpay x girlfriend #i need to give these ocs a name :/ #ALSO the movie is animated so 'work this out' is a really cool number in which the budget goes down the longer the scene plays #so it first loses color. then frames. then it's sketches. then its storyboard. in the final part of the song it's literally just the actors #and they're playing in some garage #hellothepixel writing #writing #i have been thinking about this concept for a LONG time #if someone steals this... thank you for writing it for me. please give me the link

[talkin-to-birds]

Here's some shameless fluff

It was really just an excuse draw Phoebes tail (character on left)

Obviously, it's not perfect. I could spend hours tweaking it and fixing little things here and there, but I'll do that over the next few days and post this for now

If anyone wants more info abt these babes pls let me know

I'm bob the builder and this universe is getting BUILT

#oc #oc art #oc artwork #oc sketch #original chatacter #character inspo #please dont steal #art #artists on tumblr #character art #my art #oc universe #sketchbook #wlw #wlw fluff #wlw art #lgbt pride

[auriel187]

The More Things Change. (S1 E9)

Word Count: 3479

Series Masterlist

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

"We provide the colonists with all their finished manufactured goods. We deserve remuneration." Minkus says clearly.

"General Washington." Mr. Feeny turned over to Cory who was wearing a powdered wig.

"Fine. Keep your goods. Like we need your stinking British goods. We're American. We're independent. We'll get our goods from Japan." Cory raised his fist. I worry for him sometimes.

The class all laughed. I was drawing. I had drawn my friends in so many different ways. Shawn as an artist, Cory as a filmmaker. Shawn as a superhero, Cory as a mad scientist. Shawn as a photographer, Cory as a teacher. It was starting to garner some attention though, Cory kept trying to look over at my drawings. I had just started my sketch of Cory as a General. Shawn's gonna be a Sargent, I felt right in my bones.

"General, I'm dying for you to elaborate." Mr. Feeny deadpanned.

"What's the point, Mr. Feeny? We all know we kicked British butt." Cory threw his fist in the air.

"Winners and losers aside, General. If we do not understand history we are doomed to repeat its mistakes." Mr. Feeny explained. I often wonder how often things repeat themselves. Over the years, history seems like it was taking a step forward just to backtrack in a horrendous way.

"Oh, who cares about George Washington? Who cares about King George? Was every boring guy in history named George?" Cory exclaimed exasperatedly, before realizing what he said. "I meant every dead boring guy." He amended.

"Apparently, the past holds no fascination for you." Mr. Feeny stated, looking up at the boy.

"No. It's happened. It's done." I shifted in my seat. I understood both of their points of view but I didn't think anyone was thinking of the elephant in the room.

"It's history." Mr. Feeny said and I slowly lowered my head. Shawn kept looking over at me, either out of concern or curiosity.

"I'm saying. Perhaps we should study your history, Mr. Matthews." Our teacher said, looking at Cory expectantly.

"I have no history, Mr. Feeny. I'm eleven. I'm more interested in my future." Cory reasoned and I lowered my head even lower and continued sketching.

"Oh, well, then it might be more interesting for us to look into our futures to see if we can avoid our mistakes before they happen." Mr. Feeny explained as he stood up, then the classroom fell silent. I peered up slightly to see something that rarely ever happened. Shawn had his hand up. "Yes, Mr. Hunter?"

"Isn't that what we're doing anyways? Sunshine says that the things we learn in History are written by the people who want to control the world's precipitation." The blue eyed boy said calmly, causing everyone to look at him in shock. I didn't look at him like that though. I was just proud that he listened and understood what I had said while talking to Brianna.

"See! History is bogus! We're already working off of a faulty recipe, why not let us figure it out on our own?" Cory looked at our teacher. Mr. Feeny just smiled at Cory. Oh dear.

"Oh no, I smell an assignment." Shawn shrank in his seat.

"I swear, I didn't see it coming." Cory whined as he took his seat.

"The assignment for all of you is to create personal histories for yourselves as if you were returning for your 20th high school reunion." Mr. Feeny explained to the class and I looked at my drawings. I had no clue what I wanted to be.

"More like a preunion." Minkus said.

"Well said, Mr. Minkus." Mr. Feeny agreed. "You are the graduating class of the year 2000. What is your profession? Do you have children? Are those children tormenting their sixth-grade teacher?"

"Mr. Feeny, would it be oK if I brought my wife?" Minkus asked.

"Oh, come on, Minkus, what's going to marry you?" Shawn huffed out.

"Raven-Anniya!" Minkus sat up straighter. The class 'oohed'.

"No." I looked up from my drawing for a second.

"Oh please, you're smart enough to know I'm your only compatibility." Minkus tried to reason. Coercive of him but okay.

"Part of marriage has to be communication, consent and connectivity." I looked over at him with my 'logical face.' I've come to find that Minkus responds best to my logical face. "I've communicated my disinterest. I gave no consent and to be honest the only thing we got to connect is our above average intellect." I looked back at my sketchbook.

"You tell him, babe." Shawn ruffled my hair proudly.

"Then I'll bring my second wife." Minkus stated like it was simple.

"Cause the first wife worked out so well. What's marrying you this time?" Shawn asked, tossing a ball in the air.

"Topanga." Minkus bragged.

The class oohed again. She turned to him "Why, Stuart, I'm flattered that you would consider me as a potential life mate, but I'm not sure I even recognize the institution of marriage."

"Trust me, babe, I've seen the future... and it's me." Oh dear god!

"You're going to have HR on speed dial and a really good defence lawyer for each and every one of your misconduct allegations." I quipped, not looking up from my drawing.

+=+=+=+=+

I was still trying to think of what I wanted to be for the pre union. I kept drawing blanks, Shawn kept tossing things up but nothing really felt right. "Why not? You're already the smartest person I know."

"Puppy, I can't be a teacher! I can barely talk in school enough as it is." I shot it down.

"You can talk when you're passionate about something." He started playing with my hair.

"No I don't. I'm passionate about a lot of things, I just don't think most things out loud. When I do talk to the class, I just pretend I'm only talking to you and Cory.

"You pretend you're talking to me when you rip on Minkus and Topanga?" He spoke in disbelief. He was right.

"No...but I only say what no one else would say to them." Shawn moved to sit behind me as he tied up my hair. He had been working on doing twists in my hair. I'm not really sure why but he seemed really interested in styling my hair.

"I can't believe you." Cory took his seat, staring at Shawn and shaking his head. Larry took the seat next to him as he started eating his food.

"...What?"

"First you tell me you're going to show up as a tire salesman, and now you're braiding Raven-Anniya's hair?"

"That's what my dad does. And Sunshine's got great hair."

"So?" Cory looked at him like Shawn lost his mind.

"I know what to wear. I know how to use a pressure gauge. I can spot a retread from a mile away." Shawn turned my head to the side so he could do a crown hairstyle with the twists.

"Shawn, you're so boring." Cory shook his head in disappointment.

"And lazy." Shawn said proudly, starting to colour in the sketches I made earlier.

"How about you, Larry?" Cory asked the smaller boy seated across from me.

"I got an angle." He said ominously.

"Let's hear it." Cory encouraged, waving his hand.

"I'm going to be a sixth-grade teacher. Better yet, I'm going to be Feeny." Larry boasted. I rolled my eyes. He's not going to do well.

"Why?" Shawn asked.

"Imitation is the sincerest form of butt-kissing." Larry reasoned, and I must admit, he's not wrong.

"Wait a minute. Weren't we supposed to be what we wanted to be? I mean, you're going to grow up to be your dad... and you're going to grow up to be a Feeny clone. Am I the only one left here with some vision? Raven's probably just going to grow up to..." I knew where Cory was going with it. I was just glad he caught himself before he actually said it. Shawn quickly punched Cory in the arm.

"What are you going to go as?"

"Cory Matthews... center fielder for the Philadelphia Phillies." I had to admit, that was probably the most hysterical thing I've ever heard in my life. Both Larry and Shawn seemed to agree, erupting in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "What are you laughing at?"

"You had 31 errors in Little League last season." Shawn explained, gasping for air.

"OK, so I didn't play up to my enormous potential. Come on, guys, let's be what we really want to be. Are we going to be men... or are we going to be men with boring jobs?"

"We're going to be men!" Larry exclaimed, and the boys started barking. Why were they barking? Suddenly Shawn went wide eyed and looked over at me.

"Sunshine, you can be Nina Simone!" The amount of things that shocked me with that statement was unbelievable.

"You know who Nina Simone is?" Shawn nodded quickly.

"She sings Black Bird! You could be her!" How did I forget Shawn's love for finding songs about black birds?

"I'm not following."

"You could be a famous person who calls attention to serious issues!" He looked at me with the biggest goofy grin on his face. He reached into his bag pulling out my superhero picture. "You could be a real life superhero, Sunshine."

+=+=+=+=+

Shawn and I played sandman in the park before he walked me home. I enjoyed the moments where we were just together and we didn't have to say anything, but the times we laugh and joke are my favourite. "So what are you doing for the Pre-Union?" I asked as Shawn carried me on his back. I kept tapping his shoulder so he'd avoid large cracks.

"I really don't know." He swung the door open, toeing off his shoes. I hopped off his back and put down our bags on the floor as I removed my shoes. "I was thinking of coming as a tire salesman."

We walked to the table and I gave him a plate of cookies. "I thought you said you were going to do something else." I started looking through old pictures until I saw one of my parents.

"Sunshine, are you..." He pulled my hand to see the picture. His eyes softened as he pulled me in for a hug. I'm pretty sure I was experiencing a breakdown because suddenly we were on the floor and Shawn's shirt was soaked from my tears. "I'm sorry, Raven." I don't know how long we stayed like this but he started to pull me back in my seat. "Here." He passed me a picture from a few years ago. I was smiling and dressed in my dance costume and my hair was in a low ponytail. This was before I put on the makeup.

"Thanks Shawnie." I smiled. He smiled back at me. "So...a tire salesman?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged. "I can see that in my future. Easy job, nice house...gorgeous wife." He lowered his head a bit when he said the last one. I started chuckling, planning on teasing him a bit.

"Who's gonna marry you?" I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.

"I don't know...I was thinking someone short, smart, witty, talented, know-it-all, bookish..."

"You know you just described Minkus right?" I started rocking on my chair.

"As I was saying, someone who makes me smile, who makes me feel like I'm more than just trailer trash..." the last one kinda made me sad. "Someone who tries to get me to do my homework with cake and who has the most amazing hair even though she doesn't let me see it in its natural state advocist artist." He finished and I laughed.

"The word is 'activist', Puppy, and I'd rather marry a garden gnome." I poked him in the forehead.

"You'd choose to marry Minkus over me?" He poked my forehead.

"No!" I cringed and began pushing my chair away. A devious smirk spread across his face.

"You said that the only way you could talk to people is if you imagine that you're talking to me and Cory..." I nodded slowly before he pulled my chair back. "Who're you going to imagine when you have to say I do?"

"I'm not going to marry you Puppy!"

"Please? I want to have a wife in the future."

"You do realize that this assignment has no real effects on our future, right?" I asked and he shrugged. Why do I even bother? Shawn got down on the floor and held up an old ring. "Where'd you get that?" I asked in awe and fear. It looked like a real stone encrusted in silver.

"My mom. She said she bought it with money from a dancing competition. I figured you'd like it." I smiled down at him.

"YOU STOLE A RING FROM YOUR MOM?!" I exclaimed. Shawn just laughed.

"Of course not. She was chucking a bunch of stuff and I asked if I could have this one. She said she didn't care." He explained. "I figured it'd be a great way to propose to my project wife."

"That's sweet, Pup." He smiled. "But I'm not marrying you for the project." He pouted but he smiled softly and slid the ring on my index finger. It was a bit loose but not enough to slide off my finger.

"I still think you should keep this." He stood back up and we continued working on our projects together.

+=+=+=+=+

I walked into class wearing a black turtleneck over my favourite blue bedazzled jacket. I held a magazine Shawn had made entitled "Modern Heroes" close to my chest and the glasses I wore on days I had tests.

"Ms. Archer, pleasure to see you after all these years." Mr. Feeny spoke jovially. I offered my hand for him to shake, something I rarely ever did because people's hands are disgusting

"Hello sir. It's been a while." I replied. I had rehearsed this last night so much that Tamara and Adam decided to play along.

"Yes, it has. How have things been? What have you been up to?" He asked.

I took a deep breath and said what I practiced with Cory. "I have spent the last ten years working with Black, Indigenous and other marginalized communities to ensure that their voices are heard and not ignored by the public. As you know, the world has a tendency to put the voices of white males above everyone else's. I have worked tirelessly to fund searches for missing and murdered indigenous women. I have advocated my beliefs that those in non heterosexual relationships should be able to experience all of the same treatment of their heterosexual counterparts without discrimination and that more non straight, white, Christian narratives get told as regularly and freely through the media."

Mr. Feeny looked down with his brows raised. I'm not sure if he's impressed or not. "That's quite the portfolio, Ms. Archer."

"Thank you sir. Before I leave, would you be interested in signing my petitions?"

He smiled. "Of course. And what are we fighting for today?"

"I'm interested in composing a bill that prohibits the ability to inflate prices without ensuring that every citizen has equal or equitable access to basic human necessities such as food, housing, medicine and education." He signed that one with an agreeing nod.

"And the next one?" He asked, taking the second clipboard.

"That any and all prison inmates who have been wrongfully convicted, any family who's grieving the loss of a loved one due to police brutality, and any victim of violence (within proof and reason) will receive money from the untouched portion of American tax dollars." I stated.

"That's quite the mission. How do you think people are going to respond to that?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"Well, those who have something to gain from the victimization of these groups won't respond well. But they have to understand it's the system that made them victims, so it should be the system that should be charged." Mr. Feeny signed the next clipboard, not before adding a very large A to the top of my sheet.

"Bravo Ms. Archer. I'm excited to see what your future looks like." He smiled and turned away.

I was beaming, taking a seat by the door awaiting my boys. I was fiddling with the ring on my finger when Cory, dressed like a member of the Phillies, jogged into class. "Oh, Cornelius, you didn't." I cringed at him. "Why couldn't you choose to be a basketball player? You're good at basketball!" I whined.

"You think I'd end up over twelve feet tall?" He quipped back sarcastically and I had to concede because he was right. Allan was only about 5'10. Cory and I just sat and waited for Shawn as we read a Captain America comic. I really liked Bucky.

"Raven-Anniya? What's your obsession with Bucky Barnes?" Cory asked, seeing me completely skip over the scene where he dies.

"I just like him. He's one of my favourites." I answered and was about to continue reading when Shawn walked in.

"A tire salesman. I can't believe you came as a tire salesman."

"And muffler specialist."

"What's with the big gut?"

"My dad's fat, my uncle's fat, my grandpa's fat. Let's face it, Cor, I'm going to be fat."

Cory left Shawn and I to have a turn with Feeny. "So...look what I found." Shawn reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of us from many years ago. I remembered that day. When I was five, my mom and dad left for New York. I didn't really remember why but I did remember being sad because I was leaving my first friends from kindergarten. What I didn't remember until later, was that I not only used to live in Philadelphia but that I had met Shawn and Cory back when I pretended to be asleep at nap time.

+=+=+=+=+

1988

"Come on, Sweetie. You have to go inside." My dad was practically pushing me into the building. I was refusing to go back inside because of the day before. A girl had stuck a wad of gum in my hair and I was not interested in going back there.

"Hi Mr. Archer, Raven getting clingy?" My teacher asked and I glared at her. She made the executive decision to rip out my hair in order to get the gum. She then asked a kid to get her some scissors.

"She tried to cut me!" I pointed to her and her face went white. I wasn't the most articulate 4 year old. I also didn't understand the weight of an accusation like that but to be fair...you should never try to cut a child's hair to remove gum.

My teacher started laughing nervously. "What an active imagination your daughter has." She looked so uncomfortable.

I just looked at my dad and pointed to the small section of my hair that still had some remnants of the gum despite my best efforts to get it out. My mom said she'd cut it properly on the weekend. I guess she didn't tell my dad.

"Did you...try to cut her hair?" My dad asked, lifting me up.

"I was only trying to help. I suggested that I cut it out but she didn't want me to so I let it go." She said, almost pleading with my dad to believe her.

"But miss, you asked Cory to get you the scissors." A little boy stood at the door next to another curly haired boy.

When my dad put me down, the first boy walked up to me and looked in my hair. His friend looked up at my dad. "Use coke. It worked for me when my brother put gum in my hair." I remember my dad looking at these 2 boys then bursting out laughing.

"Okay, Ray. Daddy's gonna go now, but be good and make new friends." He pushed me into the boys before he pulled out his camera. I never understood why he walked around with it. "Now say CHEESE!"

+=+=+=+=+

Present day.

I looked at the Polaroid picture before turning it over. In my dad's handwriting. 'My baby's KG wedding.' I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Why do you have this?" Shawn peeked over my shoulder for a second.

"So I can show Feeny that we're married." He said before running to our teacher.

"SHAWN, NO!!!"

(A/N: Adding more backstory also Shawn being the chaotic child I believe him to be. Thanks for reading)

#please dont steal #my story #black reader #boy meets world #shawn hunter x oc #black oc

[bigheartlittlelies]

They’re dating now that Bob is D E A D

#spooky month #spooky month oc #spooky month Radford #spooky month canon x oc #dont steal my art please #ghost doodles #art #original character

[paintedcherry]

I'm kinda late to the party but i Finally got around to making a FNAF Sona- honestly im extremely proud of it. Its going to be made into a 3D model soon! So can't wait for that!

❌️PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OR STEAL❌️

#fnaf #glamrock oc #glamrock #fnaf security breach #my art #fnaf sona #fnaf oc #fnaf character #please dont steal