(circa 2013 before she met Kenneth, her husband, and my other OC)
Paige tells Simon that he isn't the worst and that he isn't a monster. This is a bit angsty.
"Simon." Paige said softly, her voice filled with concern. She moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere." She pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, her hand squeezing his gently.
He let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing under her touch. "You know, you're not supposed to say things like that," he said, trying to make a joke.
She laughed softly, the sound filling the room. "I know, but I can't help it." she replied, leaning in to place another gentle kiss on his shoulder. "You're worth it, Simon."
He couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him despite his initial resistance. He turned his head slightly, his cheek brushing against her hand. "I'm... not sure what to do with that," he admitted, his voice low and rough.
Paige smiled softly, leaning in closer to him. "You don't have to do anything," she whispered, her breath tickling his skin. "Just be you. That's enough for me."
"Paige." he breathed, the sound hoarse. "You don't understand." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've done... things. Terrible things." He looked away, not wanting to see the horror in her eyes.
She sat up slowly, her eyes locked on his. "What things?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Simon, you can tell me."
He hesitated, his heart racing. He knew he shouldn't tell her, but somehow, he found himself needing to confess his sins to her. "I... killed people," he said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Many people."
Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away from him. Instead, she reached out and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Simon." she said softly, "I know you're not a saint.". Her hand felt warm against his cold skin, and Simon found himself leaning into her touch. "But I'm not worth it." he mumbled, hating how pathetic he sounded. "I'm dangerous."
Paige shook her head slowly. "You're not dangerous to me." she assured him. "And you're worth more than you'll ever know." Her eyes were filled with an unyielding confidence that he found both enchanting and unsettling.
He looked into her eyes, feeling a strange mixture of emotions coursing through him. He wanted to believe her, but he knew the truth—he was a monster. Yet somehow, she made him feel human again. "How can you say that?." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Paige smiled gently, her lips curving up in a way that made his heart skip a beat. "Because." she replied, leaning closer, "I've seen the darkness in this world, Simon. And you're not the worst thing I've ever seen."
He couldn't help but feel a small spark of hope ignite within him. "But I've done things—" he started, only to be cut off by her soft touch on his lips.
"Shh." Paige whispered, placing her finger over his lips. "Just let me love you, okay? I know it's hard, but I'm here for you. Together, we can find a way to move forward."
"Paige." he breathed, his heart racing. He had never felt so vulnerable yet, so wanted before. He couldn't resist her any longer. With a deep breath, he leaned into her touch, letting her love wash over him.
She felt his hesitation, but she also sensed the vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. Her body was warm against his cool skin, a contrast that seemed to ground him in the present.
Simon held onto Paige, allowing himself to lean into her embrace. Her touch was like a balm on his soul, slowly soothing the pain and guilt that had plagued him for so long. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment. She didn't care that he was a monster, because in this moment, she saw the man beneath the killer. She saw his pain, his guilt, and the lonely soul that had led him down this dark path.
Crossfire is about a young man named Jake, who recently got amnesia and is trying to regain his memories. In reality, he's actually an Angel that got cast out of Heaven and put into a Human body as a form of "time out", which is also technically part of a bet some other Angels have going on. Tldr this is the angel/demon story lol.
I wasn't able to draw a lot more characters this time, mainly because they come in later in the story and tbh I'm not 100% sure on their roles n shit yet. Except for Daniel, he appears early on and SHOULD be here but. alas.
You can view their toyhouse profiles here.
🏷 : @burningivy @shrimpnymph
( 👻 ) Paige "Willow" Murphy (she/her): Ghost who lost her memories, Davy's best friend.
( 🍂 ) Brooke Winchester (she/her): Annoying ass cheerleader that framed Nox for murder once.
( 🔮 ) Nox Hyde (he/they): Reboot!Shadow/Shadow reincarnated. Has their own sideplot where their dad — aka Life/Vitalis — is tryna kill them for being happy basically.
( 🐇 ) Jake Rivers (he/him): Angel who lost his memories after getting put in the worst time out possible (stuck in a human body until he Learns his Lesson).
( 🗝 ) Veronica Devlin (she/her): Angel that lowkey helped start a cult.
( 🥩 ) Connor Wolfe (he/it): That Thing in The Woods. Cannibalistic werewolf that somehow adopted Willow after she died. idk either man.
Because Tumblr only lets a post have 100 links, I'm putting characters from the same fandom into groups/legions/pantheons/whatever you want to call them.
(Ignore the numbers, they're just for me, and they aren't going to make sense to anyone but me anyway.)
Knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier (Repost, do not reblog.)
name : dorie
pronouns : she/her
preference of communication : Discord. Tumblr IM when it works.
name of muse(s) : ruby, au!soulless sam winchester, sam & dean winchester, jessica moore, lisa braeden, rhonda hurley, lexi branson, rebekah mikaelson, caroline forbes, hayley marshall, elena michaels, paige winterbourne, catherine chandler, liz ortecho, jenna cameron, emily walker, geri broussard, and 9 OCs
experience / how long ( months / years ? ) : I have been writing here for over 10 years.
best experience : the old days tbh
rp pet peeves / deal breakers : i have too many to name.
plots or memes : plots
preferences fluff, angst, or smut : all. i dont really care as long as i have a plot to follow
I work closely with @mrspaigeomega. I am planning on doing commissions, probably within the next several months when I get my shit together 😂😂😂. 90% of these are WIPs 😅😅, I'm improving!
Hi love the excellent manips you done for me so much. Could I possibly trouble for a couple more? Natalie Dormer as my Doctor Who OC Paige Williams paired with Matt Smith as the Doctor. And my Sherlock OC Joanne Watson portrayed by Kate Winslet with Sherlock. Sophia Bush as my Supernatural OC Harriet Winchester with either Castiel or her brothers any season is fine. Thanks hun hope I’m not asking too much of you.
Hey! Sorry they took me so long but they’re posted now :)
I literally know nothing about Sherlock and Dr Who so I hope they’re okay for you!!
It's just a little something I've been working on. It started off as lore for my OC Paige (when she worked as a stripper; circa 2013). This takes place a WHOLE year before she meets Kenneth. She was with some guy named Simon who went by the callsign Ghost. He met her after her shift, in the parking lot of a bar.
(No, she didn't meet him when she was stripping, Ghost in a strip club seems out of place, and he doesn't strike me as the type that would).
Ghost's body shudders as he feels her breathe against his ear. He knows he shouldn't tell her, but something about her makes him want to trust her. "I... I'm not hiding from anything," he whispers, his heart pounding in his chest.
Paige meets his gaze, searching for the truth in his eyes. There's something about him that tugs at her heartstrings, something she can't quite put her finger on. "Then prove it to me," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
He looks into her eyes, seeing the trust and desire there. He knows this is a risk, but he can't resist her any longer. With trembling hands, he reaches up to his mask and slowly slips it off.
Her heart skips a beat as she sees his face. He's even more striking without the mask, his features sharp and hardened by whatever life has thrown at him. She can't help but lean in closer, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.
He feels the warmth of her touch against his skin, the softness of her fingers sending shivers down his spine. He closes his eyes, savoring the moment as she explores his face. "Paige." he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
Absinthe (OC) x Derek, Absinthe (OC) x Sam, Absinthe (OC) x Kol
"Abi! Don't be such a jerk! I'm gonna tell Bobby!" Sam teased, because I was beating him at a board game, and not taking it easy on him at all. It's what we did most summers. Those were the times I was with my dad, when I was just a kid. Those times that actually made sense.
My dad, was Robert Singer. A hunter better known as Bobby. And my mother's name..was Victoria Argent.
Bobby always said, I was the greatest thing that's ever happened to him. But that Victoria was a mistake. I didn't quite understand it back then. I think I get it now though.
At first, he wished him and Victoria never happened. But, when I was born, it wasn't a mistake anymore, but a blessing.
"Hey kiddo, are you packed up to go to your mom's?"
Bobby asked, he was wearing a fake smile, and had John Winchester, Sam and Dean's dad standing next to him. I didn't care for John. Especially not at that age. I didn't like how he treated Sam and Dean. I though he was too hard on them, especially Dean.
Bobby always said it was because Dean was older than me and Sam. But, when I asked if he'd ever treat me like that he just laughed and shook his head, and replied with. "Absolutely not."
"Bye Absinthe." John waved. I said nothing to John, but I waved to Sam, and he waved back, then I left with my dad.
As we pulled up to The Argent house, my dad smiled at me.
"So..listen kiddo. You're gonna have to live with your mom and Chris for a few years, okay?"
I sighed. "Dad..is this because John doesn't like me? Because I don't like him either. He's an a*s." Bobby laughed at my reply. "Absinthe Mary Singer!" He exclaimed using my full name, I assumed I was in trouble. People usually called me Abi. Using my full name, was something only John and people I didn't know did.
"Am I in trouble sir?" I asked. Bobby shook his head. "No, just..don't say it in front of John, Okay?" I nodded.
Bobby handed me something, a jacket, with my name across the back of it.
"Here. It might not fit yet, but I want you to have it..Promise you won't forgive me kiddo, I love you."
I smiled. "Thank you. And don't worry, I could never forget the best dad in the world. I love you too Dad." I said before hugging him, then I got out of the car, and went into my mothers house.
I lived there for a long time, and only talked to my dad through phone calls and letters.
I even went to highschool there. That's when I met Derek Hale. He was amazing, we were best friends for the longest time when I came back to Beacon Hills. And, whenever we went into highschool, we started dating, after that whole situation with Paige, the two of us only got closer.
I was a hundred percent sure that we'd be together forever. He was my first everything. And I wanted more than anything for him to be my last. But, things don't always go the way you think they will.
The Argent's..burned down Derek's house, and killed all of the Hale's. Or so I thought at the time. And, we moved away. Occasionally, I'd go and see Peter in secret, since he was the only one I thought was alive.
I still can't believe the Argent's lied to me about Derek. Eventually, I gave up on trying to talk to Peter, he was a vegetable. And they had my sister, Allison. So, after I finished school, and added Argent to my last name. Not because of Chris, but because of Allison, she was getting bullied because we had different last names so I changed that.
I left again, to go back with my dad, who told me the only reason I had to leave was that he didn't want me around John and hunting.
Understandable. But I didn't have the heart to tell him I learned all about hunting from The Argents.
Then me and Sam got close again. Really close. Like Derek and me level closeness. And then, he left for Stanford, without telling me.
Bobby and Dean told me I should go, because it was way to hard for me to be here. And I did. I went back to Beacon Hills again, where my mom, Chris, and Allison were staying.
I found Derek, fell back in love, joined the police force, got really close with Sheriff Stillinski, and his son Stiles. I kinda though of Stiles as a little brother, there was a huge age difference after all. Me and Allison are very close.
But my mother died..
I would have left again, if it wasn't for Allison. I felt like I owed it to her to stay, I didn't trust her life in the hands of Chris Argent. Not that he wasn't responsible. But, that was the problem, Allison never quite knew how to defend herself. Because of him. He never taught her anything until it was too late.
And he mainly taught her bullsh*t. She hated, probably still hates Derek. She's gotten better at trying to keep me away from him, but it's still annoying. That's my life so far, I think about it sometimes, before I fall asleep, while I'm bored, or in this case while I'm riding passenger in Derek's car, he was taking me home, after a date.
"You okay?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. Just thinking."
He nodded, and kissed me when we pulled up to my house. As soon as I went inside I was greeted by Chris. He had his arms crossed and looked angry.
"Absinthe, we need to talk. I'm starting to thing you're a bad influence on Allison."
My jaw dropped. "Excuse me? Is this about Derek?" I asked, getting very angry. Me and Chris weren't close. Never were. He's an a*shole if you ask me.
"It's not just Derek. But, that's a big part of it. It's also the fact that your best friend is still in high school, and shouldn't you be at work right now?" He asked.
I crossed my arms and chuckled. "Shouldn't you be ruining some werewolves family like you ruined Derek's?"
"Don't you dare throw that in my face! You know that wasn't my fault! You're just as stubborn and as your no good, pathetic, father was!" He screamed getting in my face.
That's where I drew the line. My dad, died a while ago, and Argent wouldn't let me go, and see Sam and Dean.
He had no right to ever say his name.
"You, don't get to talk about him. He was a hero! He saved people! And what do you do Chris? Destroy people's lives for things they can't control? Let your wife, my mother, think that werewolves are so horrible that she had to die?!" I scream back.
Chris doesn't say anything.
"You know what? Screw you. Screw this. Screw Beacon Hills. I'm leaving."
I stormed up to my room and got the jacket my dad gave me, the one with my name on the back of it, the brown leather was kinda worn out, I'm still convinced he bought it for me because I used to say I wanted to be like Dean. And Dean always wore leather jackets.
I got some more of my stuff and walked towards the door.
"Abi, wait. We're your family, you're an Argent!" He smiled trying to make me feel better. I shook my head ans smirked at him.
"No. I'm a Singer. And my family..are The Winchesters." I said before slamming the door in his face.
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