So While I Work On The First Chapter Of My Proposed Umbrella Academy Fic. I Figured Id Post Some OC Head

So while I work on the first chapter of my proposed Umbrella Academy fic. I figured I’d post some OC head canons following some of my favorite oc’s I’ve created thus far.

Someone: oh there’s this show I’m watching... oh, nevermind, it’s silly you probably don’t wanna hear about it

Me, knowing fully well how much it sucks to have your passions invalidated and how cool it is to rant about something you love:

Someone please teach me to write internal dialogue

No Context Dialogue

"Don't worry... It's not strawberry jelly."

Pushing Up Daisies Headcanons

Disclaimer: Pushing Up Daisies it just a working title at the moment, and so is the child’s name.

Her full name is actually Charlotte-June Hargreeves.

Charlotte was born when Five was 54. The result of a rather drunk and poor decision.

Her parents do not get along to they agreed she'd have two first names one they each liked.

Five rotating between denial and trepidation after Charlotte’s mother shares the "good news".

Five and her mother are bitter rivals and Charlotte's creation makes things even more rigid.

Five surprisingly being elated the day Charlotte is born, July 4th 1960. The first time he holds her in his arms he can feel his world brighten.

Charlotte is his world now.

Five having to leave her for his Commission work, which pains him.

Charlotte’s mother leaves her. She’s raised in the incapable hands of her aunt Maggie in Decorah, Iowa, during the 1960's.

Charlotte proudly being apart of team normal for a time.

He sneaks away every now and then to see his daughter on the farm.

This dude makes a big deal when his little girl makes him a ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug for fathers day. It looks like shit but it's his shit.

He's still a sarcastic asshole but he at least tries to filter himself around Charlotte. (Though he still ends up cursing around her a lot.)

Five adores Charlotte’s pure innocence, she hasn’t yet been exposed to the real cruelties of the world, he intends to shield her from them for as long as possible.

Charlotte’s aunt hates his visits, she says he's a bad influence.

Charlotte finds gifts left for her randomly all over the place, all the time.

He's very attached to Charlotte though he'll rarely admit it to anyone. And while he doesn't talk about it she knows she’s loved.

Five has to make adjustments to his time traveling plans so he can bring his daughter with him.

Charlotte’s dad "borrowing" her. Taking her on his Kennedy assisanation assignment. (So she’s there when he leaves the commission.)

Charlotte initially freaks out at first when her dad becomes a thirteen year old asshole and she surronded by people she’s never met, in an all new time period.

All of the Hargreeves losing there minds over Charlotte-June H. Not just because of her existence but she’s so freakin adorable and precious.

If anyone gives Charlotte shit Five will not hesitate in destroying them.

Short Excerpt

Title: N/A

Word count: 622

Characters: Beatrice Blue & Steven Universe

Warnings: Fluff, and brother sister bonding?

Notes: It’s just an excerpt from something I don’t think I’ll finish. I think I need a writing buddy.

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“Ba ba ba, ba ba ba, bah-dum!”

Down the road aways, pushed back from the suburban borrows, by the coastal headland just a few hard from the cove, on little girl was hard at work.

Stealthily on her tiptoes she began to approach the room two doors down from hers. She quietly opened the door. The room was silent save for the repetitious hum Let the space hear, and her own low humming of her self made theme song. She crawled like an arachnid superhero over the over the objects that littered the floor. She picked her way across the shag carpet, trying not to step on anything that could possibly make noise or break under her weight.

Once she sat at the base of the bed she slipped beneath the frame to the other side. She using the end table she climbed up to the shelve that hung above the mattress. Her eyes twitched as she readied herself to jump on the mass bellow. She wiggled her little butt and sprang into action while shouting.

“Gotcha!” She giggled madly, wrapping her arms around the mound beneath the sheets. It took her a minute before the realization hit her. She drew back all the covers until she stood alone in a mess of sheets. “Ah nuggets,” she pouted.

“Hmm?” Before she knew it a translucent wall of pink rose up from below trapping her in bubble. “Hey!” She screeched. She folded her arms over her chest with a huff. There was only one person she knew who could bubble her. The bifold closet doors slid open and out strode her older brother, looking all to smug.

Steven folding his arms over his chest snickered.

“Sorry Bea not this time.”

Beatrice slapped her palms against the bubble casing. “How’d you know I was coming?” She knew her pithy slaps wouldn’t do anything to free her but it was a good way of expressing her frustration.

Steven chuckled gently kneeling in front of the bed where his sister was bubbled. “You do this every time I sleep over.”

Bea’s nose crinkled ever so slightly as she pondered what he told her. “Oh yeah,” she beamed. Her mood immediately brightened and she began to bounce up and down. “I feel, I feel like a gerbil in here. Hey can-“ One second she was happily bouncing, the next her face was flat the thin shell of pink bubble being the only thing separating it from the carpet.

“Beatrice!”

The blonde just shook her head and turned to her brother a dopey grin plastered on her freckled face. “Can I go to breakfast like this?” Her eyes, Steven could swear, they were shaped like stars. “I want to run into stuff.”

Steven rolled his eyes, “weirdo.” Her eyes were so big, so bright he couldn’t resist, “Fine.” Beatrice pumped her fist in the air. Already out the door, heading for the kitchen down the hall Steven called her.

“Come on, gerbil.”