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submissiveking99 · 2 months
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RPG GAMES
MASS EFFECT
Commander Jane 'FemShep' Sheppard
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Jane Shepard is a no-nonsense military woman. Captain of the Normandy, she is a Spectre. Above the law, dealing with the galaxy's deadliest threats. A mix of paragon and renegade, she will kick your ass if you are racist to one of her crew but also be more than happy to joke over some drinks at an Asari strip club
Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy
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Tali is a Quarian. A race of Space nomads forced from their home from the AI known as the Geth, and intergalactic law screwing them over. She is so sweet and kind, a brilliant engineer and more than deadly with a shotgun
Miranda Laweson
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Miranda Lawson, made/cloned to be genetically perfect by her father. She escaped his clutches to try and live her own life. Confident in her sex appeal, she is a powerful biotic (basically space wizard/psychic) and takes no one's shit
Kasumi Goto
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Kasumi is the galaxy's greatest thief. With tech to make her almost completely invisible to sight, sound and any type of vision imaginable. She is basically a space ninja. She is a fun playful tease who does what she wants as she pleases, because why not?
EDI
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Samara
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Aria T'Loak
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KINGDOM HEARTS
Kairi
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Aqua/ Anti-Aqua (or Aquanort)
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Namine
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Xion
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Larxene
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FINAL FANTASY
Tifa Lockheart
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Cloud Strife
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Aerith Gainsborough
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Yuffie
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NiER
NiER REPLICANT
Kaine
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Kaine is the deuteragonist of NiER Replicant. To put it simply, she is a brash and agressive woman with no filter and is more than happy to swear up a storm.
She dresses provocitavly for a reason, to emphasise her feminine attributes as she is intersex canonically. Most people seeing her as a freak or a monster for the (again, canonically, very large) member she has.
NiER AUTOMATA
YoRHa Unit 2B
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The Battler style unit with the Type 2 personality. Battler's are masters of close and long range weapons, swords and guns. (2B is extra good at this as her designation is not actually 2B, but 2E. An executioner model. E types being the most advanced and combat focused of all YoRHa units)
She is very cold and serious, but by choice. Trying to force down her emotions as to not feel the hurt with the dealth of her allies. As when an Android dies, if their memory is not backed up, who they 'were' dies.
A loyal member of the YoRHa but she deeply wishes to experiance happyness and humanity.
YoRHa Unit 9S
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A scanner type Yorha unit with the type 9 personality. Very curious and eager to learn, facinated by humans and their... everything.
9S is a very submissive femboy character in my writing.
Commander White
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Commander White is the... well... the Commander of the YoRHa organisation. 2B, 9S and so many others superior.
A very strict and serious woman who hides her inner caring and guilt as she is unable to give her soldiers the support they need
YoRHa Unit A2
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An older Attacker unit with the type 2 personality. (attackers are ebst at close range combat, usually with swords)
Originally shy and timid, average was the best word to describe her, A2 did not die when she was expected to. Being declaired a trator at that. And so A2 did battle, survived, killing machine and android alike to survive.
YoRHa Unit 2P
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A clone of 2B made by the machines. A very dominant, confident and powerful being. She is confidence on legs, not scared to cut down or humilate any who talk to her with a dismissive glance at best.
Her name, 2P, is based off a '2nd Player' for video games, the type P apparently exists in canon. As such I belive P stands for Paladin, all of the skills of the type A (attacker) units as well as the type D (defender) units.
YoRHa Unit Operator 6O
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Operator 6O is a very sweet and cheerful girl. An Operator Unit asigned to 2B, she is 2B's mission control... and arguably only/best friend. Curious and happy about humanity and the world long lost, she is a cheerful ball of sunshine
YoRHa Unit Operator 21O
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21O is the opperator Unit assigned to 9S and acts as his big sister/mother figure, stopping him from getting too absorbed in hus curiosity and making sure he follows the rules. Stern and serious, she makes sure the job is done as she works as 9S' mission control
.HACK//GU
Atoli/ Chigusa Kusaka
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Alkaid/ Chika Kuramoto
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UNDERTALE
Toriel
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Total muses: 27
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purplequay · 1 year
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belos doodles accompanied by something from rp (4) and a animatic im hoping to finish
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livelaughalicecullen · 7 months
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Wtf is he showing them????
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nsabuzz · 4 months
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Hello! I am Gustavo Fring
The most iconic tv show Breaking Bad's most dangerous character Gus..... Gustavo Fring was the man who control everything everywhere 🔥
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gothamitis · 1 year
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?????? tried to make an appt with my psychiatrist to discuss. yknow. the ritalin thing. and apparently she lost her license for straight up murdering someone. and no one fucking TOLD ME so now i don’t have anyone to adjust my meds
genuinely if one more thing goes wrong this week i’m gonna start committing crimes myself, i’m thisssss close to losing it
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pony-central · 7 days
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More female versions of cartoon males
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Somehow found my way back to Rocket Monkeys. Man, that show was a lot of chaos.
Pingu was one of my favourite childhood shows
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scouts-thingsandrps · 2 years
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The group of Hexside students stood still for a moment, adjusting to their surroundings.
“Where are we?” Willow asked, looking around for someone…anyone to answers everyone's question.
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brbabcs · 4 months
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nothing without love. ( snapshots of max arciniega and gustavo fring, throughout the years. written from the perspective of max, and based upon a backstory built around breaking bad canon. ) please do not repost elsewhere. reblogs welcome.
valparaiso, chile. june 1981.
in the years previous, your life has been a race: feet dragging through sand, one heavy weight to another, the word relay becoming absent in your seventeenth year of life. therein lies the absence of a hand, passing one heaviness to another, allowing a singular exhale to find the next.
a steady rumble of: i’ve got it this week, maximino, and one hand  —  brief, ghosting  —  clasped around your shoulder, becomes the last memory you have of your brother. from then on, the weight becomes your own. the weeks following drag on, and on, and on. it seems to never stop, with every bite of yours, becoming a break. one snap of your spine at a time, until a hand  —  steady, reliable  — on the small of your back aligns you once more.
this moment in particular, reminds you of this. gustavo’s touch relieves any trace of what once had been heavy, present in every corner of your hand-built-life: tugging you out from the rubble, and into a rapture. in these minutes, you don’t allow for an exhale. instead, you find your inhale between a kiss that tastes of bittered coffee, and sweet, sweet, nothings, while your hand  — pious, unwavering  —  slides behind the back of his neck. 
your hair, still wet, yet now absent of seasalt, drips an imprint onto his shirt.
in an earlier time, you may have apologized. (for the kiss, for the water, for the heaviness.) now, you tip into a sun-soaked grin, and fall into him further.
dusseldorf, germany. march 1983. 
there’s a morning that feels like the sun has risen for the first time. it’s a marvel of a moment, with all the succinct simplisticity that gustavo provides. some people, you think, would hate the mundane. they’d yawn, stretch their arms, and chase after something ravenous. but as you watch gustavo straighten his tie, blinking into the mirror with the blank-slate-face you’ve come to know well, you think simplicity, in all of its forms, is far more exhilarating. 
your feet find the ground in silence, moving to align the front of your shoulders with his, and replace his hands with your own. you straighten his tie, press a kiss to his cheek, and nestle the curve of your jaw into the crook of his neck. his presence becomes a tether to reality, knitting itself into the very essence of your grin; every echo of your laughter. without him, you wonder where you would be. there’s a pause  —  a brief fraction of a moment designated towards this thought  —  before you abandon it entirely. any reason to fantasize of otherwise is obsolete, washed away as he presses his lips to your forehead. this action, however brief, reminds you that to chase after anything ravenous is a waste.
you’d much prefer the significance of satiation.
george town, the cayman islands. september 1984.
the photo itself means nothing in the face of his smile: ear to ear, tugging a radiance onto features that elicits a thought of how something so bright could exist on this earth without burning it whole. it blinds you, inching into every corner of your own grin until you can’t tell where his ends, and yours begins. 
to anyone else, this may be an infinitesimal moment. to you, it is a fraction of the universe, sliced out in just the right dose. gifted, on a silver platter. to you, it is the final piece of the puzzle, slotted into a space of your heart that reminds it to keep on beating. 
one infinitesimal moment to the next, one fraction of the universe to another: to you, this moment is everything.
the andes, chile. november 1985.
gustavo says, we are insurmountable, and you believe him. 
he says it fervently, intently, with the ever-lasting and ardent declaration that you imagine a prophet to have. as if his words, merely a promise, are nothing but a statement of fact. some years ago, you may have laughed  —   as any would, upon gazing at heights that far surpass your own. but halfway up the mountain, fifty percent of the way there, with beginnings that smolder into a fire that’s now merely smoke in the distance, you think his words are closer to a scripture, than a story.
there will always be nonbelievers. the faithless, the doubtful. once, you may have been one of them. skeptical of your own future, hesitant to invest in his. but gustavo says, we are insurmountable, and you are no longer staring at heights that tower over your own. you may only be five foot seven (on a good day) and halfway up the mountain, but you think that with only an outstretch of your hand, you could hold the whole world in your palms. 
you lace your fingers with his, and wonder if you already do.
michoacán, mexico. february 1986.
recipes, your mother said, are nothing without love.
you’ve scrawled every step down, crafted all the necessary pieces to align into memory, and folded a love letter within your own creation. the word hermanos, in contrast to it all, tugs a full bellied laugh from you; your head, shaking briefly at the mere thought.
it doesn’t bother you, as some may believe it should. the story of your life has never been written for anyone else’s consumption but your own: once, swallowed down in one hard-to-digest moment to the next. now, it’s a smooth sip of sweetness; your honeyed heartbeat pitter pattering against the word hermanos. like drizzle on a windowpane, tapping against the glass, in a reminder of your shelter from an ever-present storm. 
you write every recipe in pin-point accuracy. in careful script that tells of one part fable, and one part truth. a bond, surely, but nothing of brothers. only a step closer to good friends.
however, there are some things, you think, that are implied. some things, that you needn't add to a list of ingredients, regardless of the presence of such.
after all  —  recipes are nothing, without love.
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kit-just-kit · 4 months
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🎁 if you've something in mind for Gus. ❤️
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Gift meme
"So, I have a small, teeny-tiny confession to make. The tin that had all your Nan's recipes in had a card detailing how to make her shortbread. And, even though I know how limited I am at baking, I gave it a try. The results were, plainly put, disastrous! They weren't sweet, or crispy-crumbly or even tasty. I considered taking the card to a bakery and getting a professional to have a go but then, I remembered that the tin was special, for family or as near as only. That being the case, mum was down here last week and she made these, for you, exactly following your Nan's recipe - I hope that's okay?".
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jeandejard3n · 27 days
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Better Call Saul: Saul's Redemptio
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roleplayfinder · 2 months
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Hey all! Just wanted to give some of the fandoms I’m looking for right now. A little about me, I’m 18-22, partners need to be 18+ and ALL CHARACTERS must be at least 18 as well, if they’re not they’ll be aged up. I write about 4-8 paragraphs but that is dependent on the scene and what I’m given. I write in the third person and can post at least once a day! The two things I ask from my partners is to put in effort and be communicative!
Doubling is something that I don’t tend to do due to bad experiences in the past. For certain fandoms, I will be open to doubling. Most of my characters will be male for what I’m looking for but I can play any gender for you. I don’t mind if it’s CC x CC, CC x OC, or OC x OC.
**Stranger Things**- I am looking for someone to write Eleven with an OC I have specifically designed for her or a STRICTLY PLATONIC roleplay with your Eleven and my Hopper! I really want to do this one! I will be open to hearing out a doubling scenario if we do the Eleven x OC but the two plots must exist in the same universe.
**Naruto**- I am looking for someone to write Sakura with an OC that is an example of the impact certain events have on a regular ninja. You may select the faceclaim for the OC.
**Dragonball Z/Super**- I am looking for someone to write either Android 21 or Android 18 with an OC known as Android 22. You may select the faceclaim for the OC.
**Legend of Zelda**- I am looking for someone to write a Zelda with my Link! This will be a variation of Zelda and Link where we have more freedom of their characters.
**Metroid**- I am looking for someone to write Samus with an OC that is a rookie Bounty Hunter. You may select the faceclaim for the OC.
**Pokémon**- I am looking for someone to write Cynthia with an OC that was Cynthia’s rival leading up to Cynthia becoming Champion. I am also looking for someone to write Serena with a protagonist of your choice!
**Yu-Gi-Oh**- I am looking for someone to write Akiza with an OC that had been injured by Akiza’s powers. I am also looking for someone to write Alexis with an OC that went to the academy or a Jaden Yuki. I am willing to hear out doubling scenarios.
**DC**- I am looking for someone to write a Starfire with my Nightwing. I am also looking for someone to write Wonder Woman with my Batman.
Here they all are! Send me a dm if you’d be interested! Have a wonderful day! 🌟
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joltik-guy · 8 months
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New Masked Menace Roaming the Streets of Nimbassa
[A photo is attached, taking up most of the front page of the newspaper, joltik guy perched upon a building ina spider like pose, eyes wide]
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rinnysega · 1 year
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How it started
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How it’s going
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@thebiggestnope
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Hunter, regardless of who your ortet was, you are not him. You are your own person and now that you're out from under Belos's thumb, you get to decide who "Hunter" is. Just try to keep that in mind, alright?
S3 (After Kings Tide)
*Gazes seeing everyone at the table where everybody was sitting with Camila*
Thank you, I mean that..
*Sighs*
All I know is that I’m a clone of someone that was close to Belos, Hunter probably isn’t even my real name. I’m a Grimwalker a creation from Belos, I thought I had a purpose but.. I don’t know what that is right now.
*Takes a breath walking towards the table where everyone was*
Right now we have to focus on getting Luz and the others back to the Demon Realm.
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aftersalem · 2 years
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𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨:   anyone +25 !!
𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   it was supposed to be a nice weekend on the lake house with some friends, but a huge storm took us by surprise and we’re out of power. besides, one of our friends is missing. up for friends, exes, significant others or whatever.
𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞:   augustus “gus” adler.   28 years old.
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gus came running back to the house.   all wet,   trying to   fake   some inner peace like he wasn’t   freaking out. ‘   THE   CAR   IS   DEAD.   THE   RADIO   AND   THE   LIGHTS   WERE   ON...   THE   BATTERY   IS   GONE.   WE   CAN’T   LEAVE.
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steven-with-a-vee · 2 years
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Steven looked at the bust of Ramesses II, tilting his head curiously. 
“Khonshu, what was he like?”
“He was a very successful, and long lived ruler. Lived until 92...Very industrious, and a peace maker in many respects. He left the land of Egypt rich with resources, wealth, and treasure.”
“I know that, anyone who’s picked up a book knows that.” Steven snarked, looking up at the God. “I mean, what was he really like? Like, as a person?”
“Do I look like some sort of gossiping wench.” The God replied, bending down to peer at Steven.
Steven shrugged. “I dunno do I. You and him might have been good mates, I mean, surely Pharaoh’s got to chat to the Gods, right? I mean, this man is literally ‘bore of Ra’, you telling me that Ra and him didn’t have a natter?” Khonshu sighed.  “I miss Marc during your working hours, you strange little insect...” He muttered, drifting through the statue to venture to the courtyard.
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