#fd: supernatural

[ironverseocs]

Supernatural OCs - Lea Paddington - Hunter, Witch, Motorcycle Enthusiast, Loner by Choice

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take ~ TS

You've Got No Reason (to be afraid)

forever taglist - @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @shrinkthisviolet @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @ochub @ocappreciationtag

#ocapp #ocappreciationtag #ochub #allaboutocs #fyspnocs #supernatural oc #spn oc #oc: lea paddington #fd: supernatural #fic: You've Got No Reason (to be afraid) #type: aesthetic #fd: spn #motorcycles #witchcraft #hunter

[enchanted--roses]

OC Halloween Challenge — Day 17 — Death is a Mystery and Burial is a Secret

Mya Jones

Cemeteries and tombs are the places we put our loved ones to rest, but in horror movies we find that final resting places are not so restful after all. Whether it’s ghosts, zombies, psychotic gravekeepers, or grave robbers ensuring no witnesses; how do your ocs go from mourning to trying to survive until morning?

Forever Tag: 💠@fiercefray​ 💠@foxesandmagic💠 @valdrinors​ 💠@ochub​ 💠@ocappreciationtag​💠@fanficanatic-tw​ 💠@robertdowneyhiddlesbatch   💠@chickensarentcheap​ (wanna be on any of my taglist? ask me!)

#ohc2023 #oc halloween challenge #ocappreciation #Mya Elonie Jones #fd: Supernatural

[eddysocs]

💅🏻 + everly Dickson

Please and thank you! 🫂

It’s giving Queen Of Hell vibes. A little bit dangerous, a little bit sexy. Very Everly.

Send me 💅🏻 + an OC for a fancy nail design inspired by them.

#oc: everly dixon #fc: sabrina carpenter #fd: supernatural

[vexilexicon]

Kate Winchester - Family Line

All of my past, I tried to erase it But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name but We are not the same

inspired by @kingsmakers lovely elyana sand edit

#ocappreciation #oc: kate winchester #supernatural oc #spn oc #fd: supernatural #mine #oc edits #fan edit #character aesthetic

[purpleyearning]

The only thing stronger than God’s plan is codependency.

#type: textpost #fd: supernatural

[susiesamurai]

sadie moon ↳ profile (X)

#oc: sadie moon #fic: two guys a girl and the apocalypse #fd: supernatural #ocappreciation #profile #i love her okay #and the pink #and the pink fog is my mona lisa

[arrthurpendragon]

. . . a few thank yous to those who have voted on my wattpad poll!

@darth-caillic @xonceuponatimex @misshiraeth98 @juliaswickcrs

#ocappreciation #fd: gilmore girls #fd: supernatural #fd: once upon a time #fd: rings of power #poster #story cover

[petrichorocs]

OC PRIDE CHALLENGE 2022

day five: pansexual ocs

#opc2022 #ocapp #queerocs #ryan lee chambers #eloise jacobson #britt williams #fd: scream #fd: fear street #fd: supernatural #gif #*

[morganalefay]

FAITH & DEAN | parallels ➛ “candle in the wind”

#atsedit #btvsedit #supernaturaledit #spnedit #faithlehaneedit #deanwinchesteredit #angeledit #faith x dean #btvs x spn #faith lehane #dean winchester #ats #supernatural #found this in my drafts and figured i'd post it #the coloring is shit but anything with these two is worth sharing #fd* #crossover* #gifs* #* #fdparallels

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Rhett x Tess: a supernatural au

Summary: After a particularly bad hunt, Rhett and Tess need some reassurance - and relief.

Pairing: Hunter!Rhett Abbott x Hunter!OC (Tessa Abernathy)

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: established relationship, blood/gore mention, gun mention, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI (neck grabbin', slight blood kink if you squint, unprotected pinv, public sex, rough sex, creampie, an emotional turn there at the end)

✎……likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

✎……listen this was originally part of a kinkmas in july thing i wanted to do but couldn't go through with do to life but this has been sitting in my drafts for forever (so yes, I'm still on hiatus) and SINCE it's July i thought...why not. so here ya go.

Blood. So much blood. They were both drenched in it — soaked down to their bones. It matted down their hair and squelched in their boots. The whites of their eyes shining bright in the moonlight as they walked back to Rhett’s truck. 

A Skinwalker. Nasty shapeshifting beast. It took a week to track him down and even longer to lure and trap him in that barn. Eventually, Rhett got him with the silver loaded shotgun just as the thing was about to jump down on them — eat their hearts right out of their chests. The monster exploded in blood and guts everywhere. Not a pretty sight. But at least they were alive. 

They reached the truck, parked behind the old barn, and Rhett threw their supply bag into the bed. 

His hands still shook with leftover adrenaline. They itched to move, to fight, to do something. He glanced over at Tessa. She stood right beside the truck, rocking in place, blue eyes focused off in the middle distance.

He hated using her as bait. But they were low on options and time before the Skinwalker killed again. She knew what she was getting into, loving him, involving herself in his family’s business. She took to it like a natural, like she was raised to be a Hunter. But this job was harder than most. 

It was adrenaline and relief and fear all at once. He knew what his hands itched to do.

Boots crunching through the thin layer of gravel, Rhett reached her in only a few strides. He took her bloody face in his bloody hands — and she looked up at him without hesitation.

“Thought I lost you,” he whispered as he tugged her close, pressing every inch of her to every inch of him. 

The corner of her mouth ticked up. “S’gonna take a lot more than that t'get rid’a me, Abbott.” 

He kissed her like he was hungry for it. Like he wanted to devour her. Heart and all. Violent in its desire. The copper tang of blood infected each kiss, each swipe of their tongues, but neither of them cared. A broken moan echoed in her throat and got caught in his mouth as he backed her up against the side of the truck. Her back collided with the metal with a dull thud. Tessa fisted his bloodied shirt in her hands, tugging and pulling and urging him as close as she could get.

The sound of his veins pulsed in his ears as he gripped her throat in one large palm. He could nearly get his fingers to touch at the nape of her neck. As his other hand snaked between them and cupped her cunt through her jeans. She broke away from his lips with a cry, head tilting back to smack against the truck door unceremoniously.

Blood. Everything was blood. The taste of her. The crimson on their skin. The sound in his ears. Rushing and rushing and rushing inside him until it came to a red, burning hot halt in his cock. 

“Need you,” he whispered, hoarse and low, in her ear. 

He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop devouring. His lips dragged across her cheek, his hand pressing into her — forcing her onto her toes. Tessa could feel it. The hard press of him against her stomach. She needed this too. This relief, this reassurance. Fast and greedy and nasty as it was. 

She nodded and that was all he needed. 

Pulling her away from the truck, Rhett opened the door and urged her to get inside. Everything happened in a rush. She climbed inside, scooted back on the bench seat as she undid her blood crusted jeans and worked them off over her boots. Rhett clambered in after her, on top of her, belt already hanging loose. He captured her mouth in another starving kiss as he pushed her further up the bench.

A ripping sound cracked through the cab of the truck. And then he had her underwear, now nothing more then a scrap of cloth, tossed onto the floor. 

She liked that pair but she didn’t even care. Everything just felt so hot. Her skin, the blood, the slick that coated her thighs. But it wasn’t enough. As she laid there and watched her lover pull himself from the confines of his jeans, she wondered if it ever would be. If this ache would ever go away.

There was no preamble, no prep, no foreplay. He slipped the plush tip between her folds — slicking himself with her juices. Catching against her clit. 

“Rhett,” she breathed into his ear, insistent, begging. 

“I know,” he answered, lining himself up. “I got what ya need.”

He pushed in slowly, but he didn’t wait for her to adjust. Normally, he would take his time. Let her feel every inch of him. But this wasn’t about that. This was carnal, this was base instinct, animalistic, rough and ready. Blood covered bodies after a hunt on the bench seat of his truck. 

Tessa cried out, broken and breathy, as he bottomed out inside her. Filled her to the brim. She felt him in her guts, in her bloodstream. Her fingers tangled in his hair and held him close. Rhett groaned, braced on his forearms, face screwed up in concentration as he paused for only a moment.

Then he drew up onto one knee, his other foot planted on the truck floor, hands firm on some of the only parts of her that weren’t coated in blood as he lifted her hips completely off the bench to follow.

Tessa shouted some expletive, hands scrambling for purchase against the leather seating, at the change in angle. It hit something deep inside her that made her drool and her spine go numb. He pounded into her at a ruthless pace, making the entire truck jerk and rock from side to side. She yanked up her own shirt, pulling her breasts from the confines of her bra to roll her nipplies between her fingers. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck — tha's it,” Rhett panted above her as he pistoned his hips, fingers sure to leave more than bloody prints behind. “Can y'touch y'r pussy, baby? Play with y'r lil'clit f'me?”

Nodding, mind completely blank to everything but his words and his cock buried inside her, she trailed one hand down the clean skin of her belly. She left a line of crimson in her wake. Then she pressed two fingers into her clit and her back arched as she rubbed quick circles in time with Rhett’s thrusts. 

“So good — oh, R-Rhett, please!” she cried, desperate to meet him in the canting of his hips. 

But she couldn’t. He was too fast, too desperate. There was something wild and animalistic in his eyes as he roughly shoved her body onto his cock. Punching sound after sound out of her until it was nothing but his name chanted like a prayer.

Mouth dropped open, shoulders curled over like he just got punched in the gut, Rhett’s hips worked even faster — thrusts more shallow. 

“Shit, fuck — need y't’cum, baby, com'on. Wanna feel it. Wan'it.”

A rolling, moaning cry tumbled from her lips as she did as he asked. Her vision flashed white, her back arched nearly completely off the bench. Every muscle tense and taut as it crashed through her. Rhett made a small noise, an oonf, as he stilled beneath the touch of her still clenching walls. His hot seed coating her insides. 

For a moment, everything was still. The windows of the cab were fogged. Crickets chirped just outside the still open truck door. They both panted for breath. 

Then something in Rhett’s face changed. Gone was the wild. Gone was the concentration. It was something else that Tessa couldn’t read in the dim light. But she understood when he stripped off his bloody t-shirt and collapsed against her chest. His skin was fever hot, his heart beat frantically inside his chest, and his shoulders shook only slightly as he tucked his face into the crook of her neck.

She wrapped her arms around him easily. Threaded her fingers through his hair. 

“S’okay, sweet boy, I’m here. I’m here.”

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#oc: tessa abernathy #fic: here to stay #fd: outer range #supernatural au #outer range #outer range x oc #outer range imagine #outer range fanfiction #outer range fanfic #outer range fic #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x oc #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott fanfic #rhett abbott fic #hunter!rhett #lewis pullman

[bardic-tales]

updated: 2.9.24

Warnings: Main Character Death. AU: Canon divergent. Supernatural Themes. Violence. Trauma. Loss of Loved Ones. Internal Conflict. Identity Crisis. Redemption Journey. Dark Themes. Cult Activities. Supernatural Battles. Emotional Turmoil. Abusive Relationships. Toxic Dynamics. Demonic Heritage. Angelic Heritage. Perpetual Displacement. Psychological Distress. Mental Health Issues. Trauma. Supernatural Violence. Familial Conflict.

🌙 Name: Bianca Amara Moore 🔮 Age: 20 👤 Gender: Female 🌌 Fandom: Omniverse 🌟 Ship: Bianca x Sesshomaru 📅 Date of Birth: October 1st, 1976 👼 Mother: Seraphine 👩 Surrogate Mother: Sarah Moore 👹 Father: Azrakiel (Asmodeus / Ragnar) 👨 Surrogate Father: David Moore 🎭 Faceclaim: Monica Bellucci (blonde)

About Bianca: Bianca's life is a tapestry woven with threads of celestial grace and demonic power. Born from the forbidden union of an archangel and a demon to end the Omniverse, her journey is marked by tragedy, love, and the pursuit of redemption but her pursuit will lead to her ultimate downfall.

Character Overview

🌟 Bianca's Persona: Bianca radiates warmth, compassion, and unwavering strength. Despite the turmoil of her past, she carries herself with grace and resilience, navigating the complexities of her dual heritage with courage and determination.

🎭 Eloquent Personality: Bianca's past shapes her actions and decisions, driving her towards redemption and healing. She grapples with guilt, grief, and the burden of her lineage, but her inner strength and unwavering compassion guide her through the darkest of trials.

🌸 Unwavering Compassion: Bianca forms deep connections with those she encounters on her journey. Her relationships are forged in trust, loyalty, and empathy, offering solace and support to those in need.

💑 Transcendent Bond: Bianca's bond with Sesshomaru transcends time and space, rooted in mutual respect, love, and sacrifice. Their union is a testament to the power of love in the face of adversity, driving them to protect each other at all costs.

⚔️ Courage in Conflict: Bianca's bravery shines in moments of conflict and adversity. She faces darkness with unwavering resolve, wielding her inner strength and celestial powers to protect the ones she loves.

✨ Likes & Dislikes

Likes: Art, Nature, Music, Tea, Travel, Cultural Exchanges Dislikes: Injustice, Oppression, Betrayal, Selfishness

🌿 A Soul of Many Hobbies: Bianca finds solace in celestial stargazing, drawing, meditation, and nature walks. Her diverse interests reflect her curiosity and appreciation for the world around her.

Power and Abilities:

💫 Powers and Abilities: Bianca possesses a diverse array of supernatural powers and magical abilities, reflecting her celestial and infernal heritage. Through Celestial Harmony, she taps into her mother's lineage, exhibiting powers such as Celestial Empathy, Cryomancy Sorcery, and Temporal Manipulation. From her father's infernal lineage, Bianca wields Dark Sorcery, Illusory Mastery, and Charismatic Manipulation. Her Succubi's Seduction abilities grant her enchanting allure, emotional manipulation, and dreamwalking prowess. Additionally, Bianca's Toymaker's Touch allows her to craft cursed artifacts and manipulate reality. In combat, her Sword Abilities, including Temporal Sundering and Sword Judgment, showcase her mastery of time and combat prowess.

💔 Weaknesses: Despite her formidable powers, Bianca faces several vulnerabilities and limitations. Her dependence on emotional feed for sustenance leaves her vulnerable to energy drain and emotional instability. Bianca's susceptibility to celestial and infernal influences, along with her reliance on environmental factors, makes her vulnerable to cosmic interference and environmental hazards. Furthermore, her emotional vulnerabilities, lack of experience in swordsmanship, and limited defensive options render her susceptible to manipulation and physical harm in combat. Bianca's true dragon form, while powerful, comes with limitations such as energy consumption, size, and maneuverability constraints, as well as vulnerability to anti-dragon measures.

Key Moments in Bianca's Journey:

🌠 Birth from the union of Seraphine and Azrakiel. 🌠 Tragic loss of her surrogate mother, Sarah Moore, to Azrakiel's cult. 🌠 Meeting and forming a deep bond with Sesshomaru. 🌠 Transported to the ‘Feudal Age’, facing unknown challenges. 🌠 Transformation and training to confront Azrakiel and Naraku. 🌠 Transported to 'the Planet' from Final Fantasy 7, facing unknown challenges.

Themes: Redemption, Identity and Heritage, Love and Sacrifice, Good vs. Evil, Inner Conflict and Growth, Resilience and Hope, Destiny and Fate, Forgiveness, Trust and Betrayal, Society and Acceptance, Legacy and Heritage, Transformation and Growth.

#Inuyasha #Final Fantasy 7 #FantasyWorldCollide #FWC #oc: Bianca Moore - Inuyasha

#writeblr fanfiction #oc: bianca moore - inuyasha #character: sesshomaru #sesshomaru #sesshomaru x oc #inuyasha #inuyasha oc #fd: inuyasha #long post #main character death #au: canon divergent #supernatural themes #violence #trauma #loss of loved ones #internal conflict #identity crisis. #redemption journey #dark themes #cult activities #toxic dynamics #demonic heritage #angelic heritage #perpetual displacement #psychological distress #mental health issues #familial conflict #angst #tw: gif #FWC: Character

[ironverseocs]

I was tagged by @shrinkthisviolet to take this uquiz for my original characters. Thanks for the thought and the tag, matey! I chose three of my most musey muses. ;P

Jared Williamson

Cautiously

your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back… a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

•

Lea Paddington

Fervently

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs… the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can’t seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

•

Thatcher Thawne

Gently

you need to be held as if you’re going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you’ve been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

~~

In exchange, I’ll be tagging @themaradwrites @arrthurpendragon and @foxesandmagic as well as anyone else who wants to do this! I’d love to see y’all’s responses. :)

#type: tag games #uquiz #allaboutocs #ocappreciationtag #ochub #oc: jared williamson #oc: lea paddington #oc: thatcher thawne #fd: dctv #fd: arrowverse #fd: supernatural #fd: dc

[enchanted--roses]

OC Halloween Challenge — Day 03 — Paranormal Horror

Mya E. Jones -> What was supposed to be a normal hunting night quickly turns deadly when the thing they were hunting turns out to be the new king of hells who wants Mya as his queen and use his power to possess her, turning her in a dark fae and setting her against the Winchester. Vowing to kill them before they can save Mya from being completely consumed by the demon and became his queen.   

Forever Tag: 💠@fiercefray​ 💠 @foxesandmagic 💠 @wokenhardies​ 💠@ochub​ 💠@ocappreciationtag​  💠  @robertdowneyhiddlesbatch  💠 @oc-challenges​ (wanna be on any of my taglist? ask me!)

#ohc2022 #oc halloween challenge #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #Mya Elonie Jones #Mya Jones #fd: Supernatural #reviving this oc only for the challenge

[eddysocs]

Comic Con Awaits (Charlie Bradbury x OC)

Summary: Adyra and Charlie have just come off from and long and tiresome hunt, but they feel they could use a little reward for a job well done.

Word Count: 250

Warnings: Blood mention

Adyra and Charlie stumbled out of the woods, drenched in sweat and splattered with blood. The wendigo had almost killed them, but here they were, exhausted, but alive. Better yet, it was still daylight. Charlie wiped away the debris from her watch, scrubbing it clean with her sleeve and squinted to read the time. "Shit, how is it already noon?"

"Hunting wendigos at dawn will do that to you," Adyra tried to laugh off, but her smile didn’t quite reach her tired eyes. "Is it even still Saturday?"

"Yes, it’s still Saturday, and the Minneapolis Comic Con opened two hours ago!"

"And?"

Charlie rolled her eyes and exaggerated a sigh. "And," she went on, dragging out the word, "we’re not there."

"It’s not too late, let’s go."

"Go? Now? We’re covered in wendigo!"

Adyra paused a moment, looking Charlie up and down, and then herself. "Okay, yeah, good point, but say we pretend it’s Walking Dead cosplay," she offered.

Charlie's eyebrow raised. "Not my favorite show, but I’m listening."

"That means we don’t have to waste any more of the day to stop and change. We can just air freshener the hell out of ourselves in the car and hope people don’t notice the stench."

"That could actually work. Comic cons always smell like sweaty boy anyway. I’m in." The smile that lit up Charlie's face at not having to miss out on the local convention was enough to get Adyra to smile as well. They’d earned a little fun.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @bossyladies, @getawaycardotmp3, @misshiraethsworld, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs

#fictober23 #oc: adyra vale #fc: ylva bjorkas thedin #fd: supernatural #adyra x charlie #charlie bradbury #charlie bradbury x oc #supernatural

[ladythylia]

1502 Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.

Shirt- (fd) Subversive Basic Top – Street Jeans- (fd) Grunge Cargo Pants – Street Hair- *Vanity Hair*:42-Must Haves Pack Eyes-[MJN] Brilliant Eyes {CATWA} Glasses-Faenzo. Patixa Sunglasses – Azure Lashes-[MJN] Lash Obssessed {CATWA} MakeUp-[MJN] Shayla Gloss{CATWA} MakeUp- .::Supernatural::. Queenie Eyeshadow Fat Pack-Blue Jewelry- – shanghai – Mode Jewelry Silver Jewelry- [Z O O M]…

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#(fd) #*PKC* #CATWA HEAD #Faenzo #Maitreya Mesh Body #Pure Poison #shanghai #Supernatural #Vanity Hair #Veilance #WoW Skins #[CAROL G] #[MJN] #[Since 1975] #[Z O O M]

[purpleyearning]

Just had a classmate say “Supernatural walked so Riverdale could run.” Never heard anything so true.

#we were talking about supernatural being batshit crazy #fd: supernatural #fd: Riverdale