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fictoculus · 1 month

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Dunno if you've done this before, but characters with tall reader!

This is mostly me being sick and having OC obsession brain rot, but the majority of my OCs are 5'9–6'0+ for reference by what I mean for "tall".

Love your writing, by the way! Keep yourself safe and make sure to treat yourself for all the joy you bring your viewers with your writing<3. Also, this is my first request:D

(Thinking about characters like: Venti, Diluc, Zhongli, Traveller, and whoever else you want to write/if you don't write for some of these characters, that's fine!)

౨ৎ them w a tall partner...

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FEAT... aether, venti, itto, alhaitham, diluc

A/N... hiiii anon tysm for the request!! i loveee this idea it's so cute so i'm more than happy to write it ^^ unfortunatelyyy i wasn't able to write anything for zhongli as i js couldn't think of anything, i hope that's ok!!! also thank youuuu! i'm so glad you like my stuff, nd please make sure you take care of yourself too!! hope to see you again soon, enjoy ♡ alsooo i tried out some new colouring!! i hope you guys like ittt i think it's prettyy :3 oh and disclaimer these heights may not be accurate!!! i got them from this website but it seems pretty reliable to meee

✧ aether. - 5'4"

the traveller, the honorary knight, the swordfish II captain, the first sage of buer: just a few of the multitude of titles aether has earned from the many battles he's fought for teyvat. he's always fighting for people, protecting people, blindly jumping head-first into danger; he needs someone to protect him for a change, and that someone is you.

he always feels safe with you, and the way you stand behind him when he's chatting with friends or purchasing items from vendors makes him feel untouchable; evident by the way he practically melts under your touch.

one of the first things people tend to notice about you is your height, and although it doesn't really bother you, aether thinks it's ignorant and unfair. don't get him wrong, he loves your height, but there's so much more to you than that. he wishes people would notice your style, or your personality, maybe even your smile, anything. as long as nobody tries to steal you from him, he doesn't mind.

he'll often find himself being the little spoon while cuddling, and honestly, it's the thing he most looks forward to after a long day of completing commissions and collecting resources.

he loves how tall you are, how gentle you are, how loving you are; he loves all of you, and he hopes you love all of him too...

✧ venti. - 5'5"

venti loves the way you tower over him, and finds your subsequent protectiveness rather endearing.

your height sometimes intimidates people, and discourages them from wanting to strike up conversation with you. venti, however, was never bothered by it, and had no problem shamelessly flirting with you the very second you entered angel's share that fateful day.

the bard struggles to understand how people could possibly be afraid of you. of course, he knows how strong you are, and is aware of the lengths you'd go to in order to protect him, but nothing about your personality was something to be scared of.

the more he got to know you, the quicker he came to the realisation that you're really just a big softie - a gentle giant, if you will.

your impressive stature also means that you can carry him around. venti loves nothing more than being in your arms, face nuzzled into your chest as you take him to bed after a long day, or resting his head on your shoulder and forcing you to lift him up when he 'falls asleep''.

all in all, your boyfriend views your height is anything but negative. he loves you the way you are, and, as cliché as it sounds, wouldn't change anything about you for the world...

✧ itto. - 6'1"

no matter how tall you are, itto will give you piggyback rides. and you will enjoy them. to put it quite frankly, you don't have a choice.

even though you're taller than him, he still loves to have you in his arms, whether that means cuddling, carrying you around, or simply just hugging you from behind. something about having you in his hold makes him feel stronger and more confident than he ever has before.

the members of the arataki gang were shocked when they first met you, genta mistaking you for itto when he caught sight of your silhouette. nonetheless, they have all grown to be quite fond of you, and often leave small gifts on your doorstep which never fail to bring a smile to your face.

your height was something you sometimes felt ashamed of, however, itto always makes sure you feel happy within yourself, and will do everything in his power to wash the insecurities away; showering you in kisses and telling you just how perfect you are...

✧ alhaitham. - 5'10"

at first, alhaitham was slightly embarrassed that you were taller than him, not because of your appearance, but because of how he'd been relentlessly teasing his roommate for his height while having a partner who stands at an impressive 6'5"...

nevertheless, the scribe truly admires everything about you, and will often just stare. even though he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms, he's more than happy to admire you from afar, to watch you go about your day or make idle chit-chat with the local vendors so that he can just take you in; "archons, they're beautiful".

even though he stands shorter than you, he is extremely protective over you; intertwining his fingers with yours whenever he has the chance, and staring down anyone who 'looks at you wrong'. you often tease him for this, poking fun at his pout before kissing it away with a smile, only for it to return as you pinch his rosy cheeks.

the love alhaitham has for you is immeasurable, and the (not so) little things like your height only make him fall harder for you. his heart skips a beat when he feels your arms snake around his waist from behind, being pulled into your chest as you rest your head on his shoulder. yes, you could still do this even if you were shorter, but for him, nothing compares to being able to sink into you; he rather enjoys feeling smaller when he's with you...

✧ diluc. - 6'1"

you and your husband, diluc, stand at a similar height, him just slightly taller than you at 6'1". people often stare when you walk into a room hand-in-hand, but the darknight hero couldn't be more proud.

he never misses the chance to show you off, introducing you to everyone he knows while making sure to subtly flash the wedding ring he oh so gently slides onto your finger every morning. however, as soon as someone dares to make a rude remark about you, your husband has no problem stepping in front of you and handling the situation himself. yes, you're capable of looking out for yourself, but the redhead always feels the need to protect the ones he loves most.

the two of you are a package deal, and are rarely seen apart from each other unless absolutely necessary. diluc can't stand being away from you, and often finds his mind flooded with thoughts of you when he should be focused on the financial papers spread out on the desk before him.

being the taller ragnvindr, diluc often takes it upon himself to hand you items from higher up shelves, knowing full well you can reach them just fine by yourself. "given my stature, wouldn't it be rude not to hand my partner the things they couldn't possibly reach?", he always asks, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead and handing you whatever you were reaching for. such a tease...

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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 month

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where the birds and fish gather

A/n: my silly fish and bird hybrids! Few sexual references but mdni! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ABOUT ANY OF THEM I'M DESOERATE FOR ASKS- ignore my grammar haha

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★ sydney the cockatoo

sydney's the most mischievous bastard out of all of them. Your watch is missing? In his nest. Your necklace? His nest aswell. Your hat? He's wearing it. You're never getting it back. He sees something shiny, it's in his little claws. Like all the avian hybrids, his arms are wings and he's covered in feathers. Having a human face with little beak like lips. His legs are bird legs. Black eyes staring at you from his nest in a tree. Be careful where you step after any surprise snow in's. He's probably burying himself in it. 5'4

★ Evangeline the peahen

The elegant, sophisticated, coy, angelic Evangeline. Gabriel's mate but she despises his guts, similar to princess, she much prefers you. Often dragging you to their nest and squabbling with Gabriel when he tried taking you away. She may not be as pretty as he is outside, but she certainly is Inside. Proudly showing off her brown little feathers. 5'6 brown straight hair, black eyes and a little pale

★ gabriel the white peacock

Egotistical bastard. He hates his wife for being so ugly, but he does think you are extraordinarily beautiful. He could definitely envision putting his clutch inside you. He'll figure a way out, don't you worry! An albino peacock male with red eyes, white feathers and extremely pale. 5'7

★ fajarah the ring necked parakeet

she's sydney's little partner in crime, but lately she's mellowed out more. Now preferring to watch the koi mers swim around and munch on some chips she stole from the main house. Tilting her head curiously at something she finds interesting. Bright green feathers and hair, black eyes and tan skin. 5'2

★ foolish the owl finch

often seen in the fields with the cows and bulls, he's quiet and prefers to watch. Hopping around quickly and pecking things that catch his eye. There's not much to say about him since he keeps to himself alot, but he does seem to like the biscuits you bring for him.

★ simon the tyto alba

Simon is deaf and mute, having been found wandering around the farm as a little chick. Now the farmers are looking for any way to help him with his hearing long term, but he seems to have adjusted to looking for any vibrations on the ground. Pale and white hair,black eyes, very pointy beak like lips

★ the koimer quintuplets

There's nothing much different between the quintuplets except their different patterns. Just that tancho is the leader and more mature, Kiko is more curious and childish, Hime is sweet and reserved, tsu is a chatterbox and humble, koromo is loud and nosy

★ mason the "lake monster" (crocodile)

Mason is like an older brother figure for the quintuplets, teaching them Little bits of English and watching you interact with them from the depths of the lake or hidden behind some underwater trees in the lake. You may not always see him, but he's always there. Silently watching. Messy grungy hair, green eyes, and has a light tan. 6'4

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ur-dad-satan · 5 months

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If I as my MC was transported into the Devildom with all the knowledge and stuff I have right now, it would go a little like this probably. 16+ stuff below the line

First of all, my attention whoring self would never need to beg for attention. I got 7 hot demon boys within 100 ft of me at all times. They're not around?? I got an adorable angel son and his father. Need something a little goofier?? Bam. Human. He gets it!! I need more?? I got a whole ass reaper wife!! And if I wanna be slightly scared while getting attention?? I got the literal prince of the Devildom and his butler to have tea with just about anytime I want!! I would never be attention starved as long as I'm there!!

Second, it would be so much fun to just grab Mam and Solo and just be menaces. Or hang out with the Anti-Lucifer league and prank Grandpa Luci even though it wouldn't work. Can you imagine gremlin MC, silly lil Mammon, and shady Solomon running around and just fucking shit up?? Hilarious, iconic, and amazing. I feel like Diavolo would find it amusing as long as we're not causing damage to public property or ourselves. And Barbs wouldn't mind as long as we keep Solo far away from him.

Finally, I am SHORT!! I am 5'4" and the shortest brother (Asmo) is 5'9" and the tallest (Beel)... 6'4" according to the official Fandom Wiki. Do y'all know what this means aside from not being able to reach anything?? THESE MFS (MC fuckers) COULD USE ME LIKE A FUCKING FLESHLIGHT!! THEN IMAGINE HOW MUCH BIGGER THEY'D BE IN THEIR DEMON FORMS!!! Dude. I would be such a slut for them. The tallest is a whole fucking FOOT taller than me in his normal everyday form. Goodbye ability to walk, I surrender you to become a living cum-dump fuck toy

Oh shit I think I have a size k!nk

#obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me mc #my mc #obey me smut #monster fucker #size k!nk

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parasytte · 11 months

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hypnotized

the alluring stranger that has been coming into your work for the past few weeks is the most gorgeous person you've ever seen in your life. his entrancing lavender eyes, innocent smile, and just all together other-worldly beauty and curious, flirty nature had you interested the second you saw him. but something is off about him ... is it his too-pointy ears and hypnotizing beauty, or the fact that he keeps trying to convince you to runaway to the forest with him ?

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NAME: emrys sauveterre

YANDERE TYPE: possessive, manipulative

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: mint green butterfly locs that go just a little bit past his shoulder, lavender eyes, honey brown skin, beauty marks and freckles dotted everywhere around his body, pointed ears, 5'4, looks pretty feminine. pretty lean and skinny.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: mischievous, bratty, pouty, flirty, stubborn, curious, manipulative, and rebellious.

LIKES: new things, nature, fashion, parties, and music. emrys loves to sing, and he's been told by many that he has thne voice of an angel.

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auteurdefeu · 7 months

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Please I want to know more about your Dan/Hunch and Hunch/Fix/Pasha headcanons I’m begging

Oh yes. I have so many.

Hunch makes sure to devote time to each of his partners, he's practically (unofficially) moved out of his apartment considering how much time he spends the night at either of their places (and then of course, late nights at his office working). Whenever he's at the orphanage, though, he's the go-to for kids who can't sleep and want some company. He makes little cloud puppets for all the stories he tells them <3

Pasha and Dan are platonic girlfriends, thank you. Daniel Fucks is genderfluid, and in this essay I will—

Ahem. Anyway. I just think their dynamic could be pretty fun as pleasure and passion but I don't see them having any romantic chemistry. They do "fun nights out" and dance together, and Pasha is definitely the one to tease Dan the most about how he pretends to dislike the Wayward Interests all while playing with them and making them laugh every time he's over.

If we're using humanoid heights... Fix is 8', Hunch is 6', Dan is 5'6" (short king) and Pasha is 5'4". The height differences make me feral.

Hunch and Pasha would have the most modern-trope-y dates with getting coffee together and going on walks through the park. Fix and Pasha rarely have time to go out on dates together given the fact Pasha has a job and they have to take care of the kids, but when they do, it's mostly domestic stay-at-home stuff, like movie nights or baking together (Fix is too big and awkward for using most kitchen utensils so he is there for moral support and taste testing). Fix and Hunch have the "Good Old-Fashion Lover Boy" kind of dates, and yes I mean the Queen song. Hunch and Dan don't go on proper dates, usually drinking together at Sugah's. They are the type to go out and dance and probably make out in the rain, though, because TROPES!

Hunch has a cane because of how perpetually injured he is (and the old-timey detective aesthetic!), but he always forgets to take it out of his office with him, claiming it's inconvenient to carry around. Fix ends up getting him a more fancy refined one as a gift better tailored to his height, leading him to using it more when he actually needs it.

Pasha and Hunch curled up together on Fix's chest for cuddles :( he's so Big !! It's so easy for him to hold/carry them both.

You'd have to ask @turtlelover59 for their headcanons on the petnames Fix & Pasha give but since I have hyperfixated on Hunch (more specifically HunchFucks but shhh..) I can offer what he'd call his partners <3

Him calling Dan Danny will always live in my head rent free. He started calling them "Princess" as a joke based on how demanding they can be and it just became less of a joke over time. In turn, Dan calls him "Angel" (in reference to waking up and thinking they were in heaven with him) and "My Phoenix" (in reference to his fast healing and supposed immortality). "My dear" and "sweetheart" are classics for Pasha, sweet and simple. I feel like they have such an innocent kind of love, like the Hallmark movies :( as for The Fix... I want Fix to have a more personal name, rather than just 'the fix' because it feels more like a title, his job occupation. That is something I will get into in another post if people are interested but Hunch calls him by the name he chooses for himself to distance himself from his Previous Work™️.

I do not have the time or energy to write more fanfiction but I am hoping that spreading the brainrot might inspire people... :,)

#alex's brain sillies hcs #trying so hard to keep this sfw #i am slowly going insane #dimension 20 #mentopolis #d20 #hunch curio #dan fucks #the fix #pasha n #the fix x pasha #hunch curio x dan fucks #hunchfucks #fuckshunch #fixpasha #pashafix #hunch curio x the fix x pasha #crackship

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townofcrosshollow · 5 days

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This is part 2 of an ongoing horror romance story about a depressed and isolated man finding new life after rescuing an injured fallen angel.

You can read part 1 here.

CWs for this chapter include graphic violence, references to alcoholism, and sexual innuendo (lots of it)

Samson had used a knife on flesh before, but never while the creature was still squirming. It was clear just at a glance that the angel-thing was suffering- he even considered for a moment whether to put it out of its misery like a deer that had a run-in with a car. But upon stepping closer to it with that hunting knife raised, he realized that the thing was far from morally wounded. Its whole body was scraped and bruised, but only those wings were broken. Those massive, unweildy wings.

At the base, where feather met flesh, it didn't look good. The bones had both dislocated. A significant amount of meat had been torn off, revealing mottled flesh under the pale skin- blue like spoiled beef, shimmering in the ambient light of the thing's own aura. More of that golden "blood" had started to run down its back. It drenched the ground beneath it like paint. That bleeding needed to stop if this thing was going to not die, but it looked like there was no saving those wings. So Samson slung the rifle over his back and pulled out his hunting knife.

The thing was compliant, almost docile in the face of the knife. Its screams quieted to whimpers. Samson got it prone and kneeled down straddling its back, golden stains pooling on the front of his jeans. He grabbed the wings and spread them out as best he could, feeling those downy soft feathers between his fingers. Its skin was soft too, and cool like a placid lake.

Samson unsheathed the knife, its serrated blade glinting in the holy aura of its soon-to-be victim's body. His hand was unsteady and his head swimming. He slid the blade between the ripped edges of skin on the thing's right wing. Everything came sharply into focus when he could feel the resistance of skin against metal. Gritting his teeth and holding the grip tight like a lifeline, Samson started to saw. More cool blood coated his hands as muscle split and tore around the knife's jagged edge. When he finally reached the skin, it stretched and shifted along with the serrations. He had to force it, his strokes further, faster, harder. And then he nearly caught himself in the leg as the last little piece of skin finally snapped.

Time for the second one. Sweat dripped from Samson's chin, his breathing quick. Underneath him, the thing wasn't squirming anymore, but it was whimpering, crying out little sounds of pain. Its cries were still bordering on musical. Hearing them, those melodic notes, a strange euphoria bubbled up in his chest and clouded his mind. This one was easier- or maybe it just felt faster, as he wasn't sure how well he could rely on his sense of time anymore. The blade sliced through muscle like butter, every little bit of fiber snapped rewarding him with more beautiful crying. With the last sawing motion, the pieces were finally disconnected, and Samson kneeled there panting and coated in the thing's golden blood. The creature was silent.

That's what this was all about- blood. Fuck. Mind clearing, Samson ripped his shirt off and started slicing starting cuts into it to tear it into shreds. This would have to do until he could get back to the cottage. With wads of plaid against the wounds, he started wrapping up its torso in DIY bandages. He had to grab the thing by the shoulder and pull it up slightly to get the bandages around its chest, but its head wasn't limp- a good sign.

Kneeling beside the thing, he turned it over on its back. It was passed out cold. Samson slipped a hand under its shoulders and another under its knees, lifting it into his arms. He was surprised by how light the thing was, maybe around 90 pounds, and 5'4" at least. Its body was slim yet soft, not bony or angular in the slightest. Its dainty hands hung limp, and its head lulled back into his arm.

The thing was stunningly beautiful- soft, a slight pout on its soft bluish lips. Reminiscent of a Bouguereau. A head of long, dark hair was draped over Samson's arm, glittering in the morning sun. "Angel" was clearly the appropriate term for it, this creature forsaken by God, left now in the arms of a sinner. What awful timing, too. Arms heavy with a new responsibility, Samson trudged back to the cottage.

The guest house on the lakefront property was in a state of disrepair ever since daddy died. Maintaining it was far too much work, and he didn't like to come in here anyway. But the roof wasn't leaking, and the floorboards were intact, and the lights still came to life when Samson nudged the light switch with his shoulder. It was barren- he'd sold most of the usable furniture years ago. An old fridge was disconnected and pulled out of place next to the cabinets by the wall, and an ancient wooden stove was against the opposite wall. Its flue disappeared into the roof. Probably still blocked up. He never bothered to fix it. A wrought iron framed bed sat in the corner, its mattress ancient and its sheets worn. The walls were originally wallpaper with a layer of beige paint over top- where it had flaked off, a flowery green design showed through. This was going to have to do.

Samson gently laid his "guest" down on the bed, careful to arrange its sleeping body into some semblance of the recovery position- something he remembered from his days of getting blackout drunk around other people (as opposed to the more private arrangement he had now). He pulled the sheets up to cover the thing's crotch- he had tried his best not to look. It seemed disrespectful.

He smoothed the creatures hair out over its shoulders, which rose and fall with gentle breaths. Just for a little he sat there in that moment, hand hovering over it, watching it breathe. How long had it been since he'd touched a living thing?

This was not important. With a deep and ragged sigh, he went to fetch the first aid kit.

The next time he opened that door to the guest house, Samson was greeted by that face again. The angel was not upright, but hunched over and supporting its weight with its arms, its legs splayed out beneath the covers. Stringy hair hung limply from its scalp, obscuring parts of its face- but its eyes peered through, locked in Samson's gaze. They were pale grey, like a foggy morning.

His instincts took hold and Samson approached slowly, not making any sudden movements, like he'd spotted a spooked dear. "You're awake," he observed, his voice hoarse. "Do you... speak?"

This being only stared, leaning further back as he approached like a cat ready to pounce. Maybe his approach was correct- maybe this thing was feral. But then, eyes still locked on Samson, it slowly lowered its head in a nod.

"But not now? Okay." The thing might have needed some time. At least it seemed to understand him. "I have bandages here. I'm going to patch up your wounds, until I can find a way to get you to... a hospital, I guess." Would a bird-person go to a hospital or a vet? Now that it had no wings, was it just a person?

The angel-thing didn't move. It just stared.

Samson kneeled down slowly by the bed, placing the first aid kit down and opening up the latches. "I need you to turn around so I can see your back."

There was another moment's lag, but then the thing complied. It shifted around to sit cross legged, facing the wall, its hands bunched up in the sheets to cover its lap. From the back, just as from the front, the shapes of its body were stunning. Although it had barely been fifteen minutes, the skin of its back was soft and smooth, still drenched in dried golden blood but otherwise flawless. Hadn't it been bruised and scraped the last time Samson ran his coarse fingers along its back?

Samson slipped a pair of cold metal bandage scissor's between the thing's back and the remains of his shirt (he had been so frazzled by the situation that he had almost forgotten he was half naked, until this moment brought his blood-covered bare torso sharply into focus). As the "bandages" fell away, what was left behind puzzled him.

There were no more remains of bone there- all had been covered up by that mottled blue flesh. The bleeding had stopped, and the edges of the skin were no longer ragged and torn. Rather, little tendrils of it snaked across the open wound, connecting to each other and forming a strange network of branches across its surface. Like a slime mold searching for food.

Grabbing his supplies- a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, a clean rag, and a long strip of gauze with packing material to accompany it- Samson climbed up onto the bed to get a better vantage. Kneeling with his legs on either side of the thing's body, he ran his fingers along the strange web of flesh. The angel only winced a little, leaning further forward and gripping the sheets tighter.

"You heal fast," Samson muttered, holding the rag up to the mouth of the bottle and soaking it just a little with alcohol. "I'm going to disinfect it with alcohol, okay? It's going to hurt."

The thing nodded and braced itself, shoulders hunched forward. The moment the rag hit its broken skin, it let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. It was familiar for some reason- a sound that made something happen in Samson's chest, a quickening of his breath, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. But he carried on, rubbing the cloth into its back in little circles, that feeling rising in him more and more as its little cries of pain continued.

"I'm finished," he whispered, the dropping the gold-soaked rag on the bed beside them and grabbing the gauze. "I'm just gonna wrap it up, and you can rest."

Unspooling the length of gauze, Samson reached his arms around the angel's chest, to grab the other end and start looping it around. He had to push himself up against it to reach, his jeans pressing against its lower back and his skin against its soft, nude flesh. For that moment of contact, he could feel its breathing matching his, quick and uncertain. Was it pain, or was it that same feeling that had lodged into his chest and wouldn't go away?

Once the wounds had been covered up, Samson ran his fingers slowly down the creature's back. He didn't want to leave this moment. But he had to go. He got up from the bed, dusted himself off. "It's all patched up now. I'm done with you."

The angel turned to look over its shoulder at the man. It said nothing, just nodded, its eyes locked on Samson. Its brows were drawn up, the corners of its eyes a little wet, and its lips curled into the slightest smile.

This was not the last time this angel would look that way at its new host.

#untitled project #cw alcohol #cw violence #writing #original fiction #cw gore

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skzminji · 1 month

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~♪~ !! BASIC !!

STAGE NAME - Minji | 민지

BIRTH NAME - Kang Minji | 강민지

LEGAL NAME - Choi Minji | 최민지

KOREAN NAME - Choi Minji | 최민지

ENGLISH NAME - Addison Choi

NICKNAMES - MinMin, Jiji, The Nation's Girlfriend, Minbear

BIRTHDAY - December 16, 2000

ZODIAC - Sagittarius | Dragon

BIRTHPLACE - Busan, South-Korea

HOMETOWN - Seoul, South-Korea

ETHNICITY - Korean

NATIONALITY - South-Korean

LANGUAGES - 100% Korean (Native), 98% Chinese (Fluent), 99% Japanese (Fluent), 99% English (Fluent), 80% Spanish (Little rusty)

~♪~ !! PHYSICAL !!

HEIGHT - 5'4"

WEIGHT - 45 kg | 99 lbs

BLOOD TYPE - O

PIERCINGS - 2x Lobe Piercings, 1x Orbital piercing(right), 1x Helix piercing(Left)

TATTOOS - 'Angel' on arm, tattoo on lower ribs/under chest. ref 1 , ref 2

~♪~ !! CLAIMS !!

FACE CLAIM - Kim Jennie (Blackpink)

VOCAL CLAIM - Song Yuqi ((G)I-DLE)

DANCE CLAIM - Jang Kyujin (Nmixx)

~♪~ !! CAREER !!

PROFESSION - Idol

GROUP - Stray Kids

LABEL- JYP ENTERTAINMENT

TRAINING PERIOD - 4 years, 2 months

POSITION - Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer, Center

SKZOO ANIMAL - Animal -> Bear , Name -> Minsun

EMOJIS - 🐻🎀

SIGNATURE -

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wes-walker · 1 year

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Baltimore, Maryland.

Damon, Wes and a two others from The Eye were held up in an abandonded, rusted-out warehouse along the Patapsco River. The target, or in this case, targets, were an emerging cartel trying to take over the cocaine and heroin trade in the city. After operating quietly for a few years, they'd finally drew too much attention to themselves. They had become sloppy, and their unsavory extracurriculars were something even the FBI couldn't stand anymore. Now, a contract had their name on it.

Wes, clad in all-black, was on the roof of the building - staring down the scope of his sniper rifle into the building across from them. "How many?" He heard Damon's voice over the little bug in his ear that held the line of communication. "Twelve." Wes replied, then added. "One looks about 5'4" so should we count him as half?" There was a pause. Wes couldn't help but grin. "No," was all Damon said, then it sounded like he sighed.

It was twelve targets vs. four from The Eye.

"Move," Wes heard Damon.

Wes' trained eye remained staring down the scope. Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... Inhale...

"Eagle, go."

That was his cue.

The next few moments, in reality, were quick ones, but they unfolded slowly for Wes. As the targets reached for their guns to ward off their assailants, Wes' finger flexed on the trigger. Wes helped pick them off, along with Damon and the two others from The Eye. Wes noticed Damon was now wielding a crow-bar. He must've grown bored.

Chuckling quietly, Wes pulled back from the scope. Time to pack up and leave.

That's when a shot was heard, and a searing pain ripped through Wes' body, originating from his shoulder. Faltering from the shock and pain, Wes was unable to steady himself on the sloped roof. He slid backwards and down till he met the gutter - which almost knocked him out entirely, but somehow Wes had grasped onto the jagged, rusted metal. Wes hung there for a moment, grateful to have stopped the speed of his fall, before his grip slipped, and his body met the concrete below.

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"He's waking up."

It was Bianca Kohl's voice - usually emotionless, but there was a small hint of concern there this time. Or maybe it was the drugs Wes had coursing through him. Probably the drugs, he thought.

Wes woke up at The Eye's headquarters in their infirmary, where they had private nurses and surgeons on staff. Damon and Bianca were the only two in the room.

Damon sat in the corner, his expression unreadable.

"You were shot by a sniper," Damon told Wes, and it sounded as if he knew who had taken the shot. "Someone clearly trained."

Wes tried to sit up normally, and was greeted by a sharp pain. "Fuck," Wes muttered under his breath.

"Slowly," Bianca instructed him. "You broke a couple of ribs."

"This is my fault," Damon said, abuptly standing.

"Damon," Bianca started, but Damon had already walked out of the room.

Bianca let out a defeated sigh, then walked to the door to follow Damon. Before leaving, the tall blonde turned to Wes and forced a smile, though the drugs told Wes it was genuine.

"I'll deal with him,” Bianca told him, then walked out, leaving Wes alone.

Wes was able to reach his phone, where he saw texts from a few of his friends and from Sadie.

It was 11 a.m. in Los Angeles. Sadie would be with her preschool class. Wes smiled at the thought, but then it slowly disappeared as he wondered what he'd tell her about his latest injuries.

Wes typed out, "Miss you," then suddenly felt the push of drugs pump through his veins.

His eyes closed, and Wes slept.

#( wes narrative )#( tw: death )

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Angels Falls Girls: Rewritten (Info Dump)

Warnings: This contains violence mentioned, murder implied, death implied, torture, fear of death.

Aeriana - Feathered Dragon OC

Personality: Aeriana is a stern, strict, and silent woman. She believes that the only way to help a sinner is to be tough and harsh about her laws. She is not without kindness, but she is tempered by her sister. She takes her job seriously and is often angered when people choose not to take their crucial duties seriously. She adores her little sister and constantly watches out for her. She is rougher and colder than the rest of the angels. She prefers to live her life and interact with others albeit slightly quietly. She lacks a ton of energy, though.

Appearance: Aeriana is a feathered dragon. In her main form, she has large wings and a more silvery look. When in human form, she has long silver hair and blue eyes. She stands 5'4" tall. She has two pairs of wings.

Aethra - Feathered Dragon OC

Personality: Aethra is a meek sweetheart, but only because she is overly trusting and nice. She is passionate and possessive about it. She adores her profession and is quite skilled at fighting. She is very interested in humans and has a slightly naive approach to dealing with others. Her older sister is in control of heavier sinning punishments, but she is not. She finds people to be curious and admires the majority of music stars and superstars. She has the best temper of any of the angels present. She is extremely cautious and meticulous about how she treats others.

Appearance: Aethra is a feathered dragon. In her main form, she has large wings and a more silvery look. When in human form, she has long silver hair and green eyes. She stands 6'1". She has a single pair of wings.

Cerise - Lava Elemental Monster OC

Personality: Cerise is just as brutal as Aeriana when it comes to fighting, and she has no qualms about injuring someone if the circumstance calls for it. She did, however, hold a good amount of responsibility for how her family's house fell apart. She is not afraid to fight or damage others when required. She is harsh and fierce, and she is a true force of nature. She adores her sister and is the type to not back down from a fight unless she absolutely has to. She sleeps most of the time and is always in training. She is strong and skilled at fighting.

Appearance: She is a lava elemental monster. She is a deep magenta in color. She is muscular and tall in build. She's 6'0". She has two pairs of wings. She has a scar on her mouth that is jagged in nature.

Hearth - Lava Elemental Monster OC

Personality: She is a nice yet severe person. She is really adept at offering tough love and knows when to apply it correctly. She is largely atoning for her own crimes, and she takes her role very seriously. She knows when someone needs to be harshly evaluated and deals the cards as best she can. She sincerely cares about others, yet she is not hesitant to deliver tough love. Generally, she is a compassionate and lenient person. She is incredibly perceptive and not easily duped. She is always willing to confront and deal with liars when they cause trouble. She tackles the most serious rescue instances.

Appearance: She is a lava elemental monster. She is a deep magenta in color. She is muscular and tall in build. She's 6'5". She has one pair of wings. She has a scar on her left cheek. She is muscular, but flexible.

Eliana - Light Elemental Monster OC

Personality: Eliana is a really upbeat and cheery person. She provides spiritual support during rescue attempts, often breaking the news to families. With her bright and friendly temperament, she can bring her team together with a single look. When it comes down to it, she is also supportive, patient, and gentle. She is not easily misled and is quite perceptive. She can be severe with her group and is a leader. She will not back down from a conflict unless absolutely necessary. She relies on her older sister and admires Aeriana.

Appearance: She is a light elemental monster. She seems to be more blue in appearance though. She is about 5'0". She has one pair of wings.

Citrus - Light Elemental Monster OC

Personality: Citrus is severe and adept at analyzing events, even if they cause problems for her sister. She is laid-back and gentle, although she usually keeps to herself and is really cruel. She is not afraid to fight and is very skilled at it. She enjoys joking and being lighthearted until things get serious, at which point she becomes a more angry and concentrated version of herself. Her bite is far more dangerous than bark. She admires Cerise and Aeriana's calm and controlled demeanors, while she herself is neither. She works hard when it comes to fighting.

Appearance: She is a light elemental monster. She seems to be more orange in appearance though. She stands 6'5" tall. She has two pairs of wings.

Eloria - Siren OC

Personality: Eloria is fierce, strong, and kind. She's quite intelligent and far from naive. She contributes significantly to rescue missions and firefighting efforts. She is not afraid to be unpleasant and aggressive. She isn't afraid to use her charisma to get her way, even if it's merely to find a way out. She is strict and easily angered by her younger sister's sloth and lack of duty. She is fiercely protective of her younger sister and becomes anxious if she believes her sister is in danger. She doesn't back down from a fight and is known to be one of the toughest to deal with among the girls.

Appearance: She is a siren. She has long purple hair and green eyes. She is 5'3". In her full siren form, she has wings and talons. She has one large scar on her left eye. She has two pairs of wings.

Eslyn - Siren OC

Personality: Eslyn is fairly lethargic and laid-back, but she enjoys telling a joke or two. She works hard to foster a positive relationship between the races. She is incredibly apathetic in certain situations, and she will go for the neck when necessary. She has a slight yearning to be alone and a poor relationship with her older sister. She does not take her job seriously unless she is actively involved in it. She is extremely charismatic and a superb manipulator when it comes to getting herself out of difficult circumstances. She prefers not to interact with them in general.

Appearance: She is a siren. She has long purple hair and blue eyes. She refuses to wear her hair up. She also has a nasty scar on the left side of her face. In her full siren form, she has wings and talons. She has one large scar on her left eye. She has a pair of wings. She is 6'4" tall.

Deianeira - Feathered Dragon OC

Personality: Deianeira is harsh, chilly, and extremely fierce. She is the group's best fighter, and she is frequently called upon to fight and kill if necessary. She is very attentive about who she is in charge of and tries to assist those who deserve it. She is, nevertheless, a really kind-hearted woman who showers soft compassion on children and those who deserve it. She has little patience for individuals who want to hurt her family, and she is not ashamed to admit it. She's been in a lot of fights and isn't willing to back down from them because she usually wins.

Appearance: Deianeira is a feathered dragon. In her main form, she has large wings and a more silvery look. When in human form, she has long silver hair and blue eyes. She has three pairs of wings. She has soft purple eyes and she is nearly blinkd in her right eye. Her face is riddled with jagged scars. She has two noticeable scars on her eyes, one on her lip (as if she was slashed by a knife) and one on her right eye. She is 6'4" tall.

Morella - Feathered Dragon OC

Personality: Morella is a lovely and quiet individual. She fights quickly and effectively. She is graceful and quick-footed. She has a difficult time understanding what she has done, but she ensures that no one dies without honor. She is a compassionate and kind woman to many others, and she has an extremely close relationship with her older sister. She is lovely and calm, but do not mistake her tenderness for a refusal to battle. She mourns the many losses and gives them appropriate burials.

Appearance: Morella is a feathered dragon. In her main form, she has large wings and a more silvery look. When in human form, she has long silver hair and green eyes. She is frequently seen wearing a face mask. If she ever took off her mask, she'd reveal a wound that had been sewn shut. She is 7'1" tall. Unlike her earthbound counterparts, she has two sets of wings.

Lyrica - Breeze Nymph OC

Personality: Lyrica is modest and quiet, but she is focused and committed. She is stern and cruel, although she prefers to be gentle with others. She, like her sister, dances. She, too, dances, and her style combines ballet and hip hop, but she is just as good as her sister. She is not afraid to snap and be disrespectful to others. She adores her younger sister and will go to great measures to aid her. She is very quick on her feet and enjoys assisting others whenever she can. When it comes to others, she is always concerned about them and frequently becomes ill as a result.

Appearance: Most assume she is made of the air itself, but she isn't. She just goes into a proper breeze form on occasion. Her hair is white and very long. She has a scar on her right eye and sometimes wears makeup on her eyes. She appears to be petite and slightly muscular. She has two pairs of wings. She is a breeze nymph.

Lirissa - Breeze Nymph OC

Personality: Lirissa adores dancing and is often seen doing so. She's a sweetheart. She is both sympathetic and naive. She is both gentle and loving in person. Her favorite dances are the tango and waltz, but she can perform all of them. She is brilliant and courageous. She is courageous, giving Delilah encouraging talks and helping her with her hand-eye coordination. She enjoys assisting people and is an excellent teacher. She is a lovely and confident tango dancer. She is not scared of her innate powers and is fully aware of them. She is brilliant and courageous.

Appearance: Most assume she is made of the air itself, but she isn't. She just goes into a proper breeze form on occasion. Her hair is white (long and wavy), and she has blue eyes. Her hair is usually adorned with a rose. She is 6'1" tall. She also has a petite figure. She has a pair of wings. She is a breeze nymph.

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#angels fall au #info dump #info #lots of info #the skeleton sisters' diner au #breeze nymph ocs #feathered dragon ocs #lava elemental ocs #siren ocs #info psdojgoi #undertale au #undertale #light elemental ocs

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 months

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can I request a match up for Bungo stray dogs, Sk8 infinity and Haikyuu?

Partner preference: I'm on the Aspec but other than that unlabeled but have mainly had a strong male preference. it doesn't matter that much but long hair and a more sensitive person.

My Appearance: Im around 5'4 ish female with a thin build and an hourglass figure, but rather flat. I have medium curls, dark brown hair with bangs though I usually wear my hair in a bun because I hate it long. I have downturned bluish-gray eyes. I have a condition called Keratosis that heavily affects my arms and legs and a little bit on my outer cheeks. I have veiny hands that are kind of wide, but I have a good grip strength so I don't mind. I always keep my nails short. I wear glasses but cannot stand contacts.

Personality: ISFP-T! (People who prefer the Constant Improvement Strategy are quiet, individualistic, perfectionistic, and success-driven, often spending a lot of time and effort ensuring the result of their work is the best it can be.) I'm soft spoken and don't usually like confrontations and I will actively avoid situations where I have to do a lot of talking. I'm nervous around strangers and people I haven't known for a while. Even with people I'm comfortable around I tend to let them do all the talking. I'm very adventurous though and I get bored very easily so if I'm with someone and I keep suggesting activities and all they want to do is sit around I'll get bored or insecure about being around them. Simply sitting quietly with someone isn't enough. I have a very open mind though and as long as an activity isn't hurting anyone i'm down to try it! I love to explore different kinds of activities. My main love languages are physical contact and gift giving and a little bit acts of service. I crave to be held or cuddled and I like it when people trace patterns on me. I'm not rich by any means but I love giving things to people because making people happy is really one of the main reasons to make me happy. I hate being alone because my thoughts are so loud and they concern me because I can't help but think of bad things when i'm alone so I like either having someone or something to distract me. I'm not gonna lie- I can get very over emotional and more often than not my emotions tend to control me. I'm a crybaby kinda.

Hobbies: Baking, Reading, Biking and Walks. I love making breads and cookies in particular but there's just something so calming about baking. Reading allows me to get lost in a fantasy- Im am a HUGE Daydreamer. Biking and going on walks is fun. I dont like to be in forests too much because i'm terrified of insects but biking and walking down roads is an activity I do often.

Habits: I bite my lips a lot and grind my teeth. I'm usually not aware of it but it does get painful which is usually when I know I'm doing it. I like biting things. Not like full on biting but soft nibbles and when there's nothing soft to bite on I will bite on my own arm.

Fun fact: I make really good coffee and Tea and Angel Milk. I love hot drinks so I take time to make them and I largely enjoy others trying some drinks I make and I'd love nothing more than to share drinks with someone.

Sad fact: My relationship with my parents is complicated and I often feel scared to be around my family due to constant yelling, screaming, degrading, and emotional negligence so I tend to avoid people with anger problems.

~Squeezy

Hi Squeezy! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

Poe is a good matchup for you since you’re both quiet people but you can help bring him out of his shell and he will support you unconditionally.

Enjoys taking walks with you. He finds it relaxing, especially if you’re away from people. If you do want to walk through a crowded area though, he’ll accompany you. Just be prepared for him to hold your hand the entire time for comfort.

No need to worry about yelling when you’re around Poe. I don’t think this guy is capable of raising his voice around you, especially since he knows you don’t like yelling.

You’re both prone to daydreaming so it’s not uncommon for the two of you to be sitting next to each other, lost in your respective thoughts.

Always panics a bit when you cry. He never wants you to feel sad and the thought that you might not be doing well makes him almost tear up as well. He’s a very empathetic person.

In Sk8 the Infinity, I match you with...

This was a close call between Joe and Langa but I think you’d get along a bit better with Joe. Your differences make your relationship stronger.

Loves baking with you! Cooking is both his passion and his career so he enjoys having you in the kitchen with him. Might put some things you’ve baked together on the menu at his restaurant if they turn out particularly well.

Speaking of the restaurant, there’s almost always yelling happening in there, whether it’s in the kitchen during rush hour or whenever Cherry visits. But it’s never directed at you, of that you can be sure.

I think Joe would enjoy going on bike rides with you. It helps train his legs for skating and he gets to spend some quality time with you.

Amazing with giving you physical affection. He has a knack for picking up on when you want to hold hands or get a hug and is more than happy to provide.

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Asahi is a good balance of Joe’s more outgoing nature and Poe’s introvertedness. He can match your energy or whatever energy is required.

Will remind you not to bite your lips or grind your teeth whenever he notices you doing it. He can’t stand the thought of you hurting yourself, even if it’s something that simple.

Loves going on “hot drink dates” with you. He knows a lot of cosy cafes around town that make really great coffee, tea, and hot chocolate, so whatever you’re feeling like on the day, he’s got you covered.

Will get rid of insects for you. If they’re particularly large, he might have to psych himself up to it but he’ll deal with them regardless.

Really good at physical affection and words of affirmation. He knows what it’s like to be insecure and wants to support you in whatever ways he can.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #bungo stray dogs #edgar allan poe #sk8 the infinity #kojiro nanjo #joe #haikyuu #asahi azumane

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angelickittenbaby · 9 days

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♡ PLS READ BYF

♡ Starting over for a softer aesthetic

♡ I'm 5'4", B-C cup size, and about 150lbs

♡ If you're nice to me in DMs I miiight send you pics ;)

♡ Call me kitten, kiddo, little one, toy, pet, pretty boy, or any other cute nicknames

♡ Subbiest Bottom Brat around

♡ Body Age 25

♡ Little Ages are 3-12

♡ Pet Space is Kitten

♡ Trans GenderFuck Femboi (AFAB)

♡ it/they/ask me pronouns

♡ Queer/Bi, Aro/Ace spectrums

♡ Hypersexual sub/little/pet/brat

♡ Single

♡ This blog will also occasionally include trauma/vent/depression type stuff, as well as harder kinks, there won't be any trigger warnings for anything on the blog so follow at your own discretion

♡ Very mentally ill

♡ My kinks come from trauma & I use kink to process it in a safe & controlled environment where I now have the power, I do not condone anything on my acc outside of kink between enthusiastically consenting adults over the age of 18

♡ TW FOR DARKER KINKS

♡ Kinks include ageplay, DDLG/DDLB/MDLG/MDLB, fauxcest of most kinds, petplay, free use, CNC, somno, forced intox, oral fixation, objectification, innocence corruption, dollification, coersion/gaslighting, + more

♡ Any Dom POV posts are things I'd want done to me

♡ I have asks including anon, submissions, DMs, and telegram all available, feel free to send absolutely anything (:

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♡ DNI

♡ Minors/MiK

♡ Abusers/MAPs/Pedos

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♡ Homophobic

♡ Transphobic

♡ Any other -phobics

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♡ Any other -ists

♡ Thank you for reading and I hope you all are having a lovely moment!

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mariscool9 · 1 month

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MAR ABBADON

A bit of a weird person, but she tends to mean well. She is unable to do proper magic and opts for the strange usage of guns, but no one really has the place to comment. She mostly does what she wants.

INFORMATION:

Nickname: Too many

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Species: Angel (Cherub)

Birthday: February 29th/March 1st

Height: 162cm/5'4

Build: Thin and a bit lanky.

Being crudely born to Baiza, Mar's life was fairly peaceful for quite some time. She grew up in The Archives, learning how to shoot rifles with Cirian as target practice (and guidance from her mother). She learned how to read from a young age and became proficient in school subjects, although she was improperly socialized and has a slightly funny demeanor due to it.

Family: Baiza (Teacher/Mother).

Relations: Akani (Childhood friend & co-worker), Nero (Friend), Aenid (Friend), Cirian (one-sided enemy), Mori (Boss)

Status: Alive

Ultimately, something went wrong, and it resulted in the both of them dying. Akani had already been well sick since they were children and it had only worsened, so it was to be expected. Akani quickly took off due to guilt but Mar didn't know that she was alive, leaving her in a depression due to the death of her closest friend.

She became friends with one of the juvenile knights at her schoolyard, named Nero, and was often cared for by her when her mother was not home.

Around the age of 7, she met Akani, who was a small and extremely frightened child at the time. They quickly became friends, as Akani had none and Mar became attached to most people that she met. They grew up well together, spending most of their free time with one another. Once a school dance came around when Mar was 17, Mar invited Akani to go. Akani was against this, as it could get Mar in serious trouble, as she was a sinner and not allowed in school.

They reunited at about 18-19, returning to their previous state of friendship and becoming roommates as a result. Mar had grown to be a little aloof and quite careless, but still the same person nonetheless. She took up a job as a bounty hunter, growing to be quite the skilled gunman and nimble enough to preform any other task. Working alongside Akani, who became the #1 bounty hunter, they both became quite the duo. She spends most of her days wandering grandeur castles and shoving things into her pockets.

#text/lore #mar #character sheet

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firstaidspray · 3 months

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OC Interview!!

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to do an interview for Reverie. Well, for an oc, but I chose Reverie so this is what you get.

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"An interview? Like, for a new job?" Reverie tilts her head. "I like my job in surgery, thanks. Don't want a job on your team, much as I like hanging around your office."

House scoffs. "Hire you for my team? A nurse? Please. No, this is an interview for a campaign for Princeton-Plainsboro, something about "good publicity." Don't think you're special, I had to do one too."

Rolling her eyes, Reverie takes a seat at the table. "Yeah, 'cause you're the picture perfect example of good publicity, House. 'Kay, so where do I start?"

"Just talk to the camera like a person," Cuddy interjects, popping out from behind said device. "Don't be shy. God knows he wasn't."

Reverie inhales sharply and stares at the camera with those eerily dark, almost-black brown eyes. "Fine. Fire away."

Name: Reverie. No, I don't have a last name. So don't ask again.

Nickname: Rev, Angel, some stuff House calls me that I'd rather not repeat.

Gender: Angel. (House: not a gender!) *sighs* Fine, I'm a girl.

Star Sign: Pisces. Birthday's coming up, you know. The 25th. Just a tip.

Personality Type: The first day of nursing school, they made us do these ridiculous tests, and apparently I'm an INFP. I don't really know what any of that shit means.

Height: 5’1. 5'4 with the halo. Which Cuddy doesn't let me wear to work anymore...

Orientation: Bisexual. And before you ask me for the fiftieth time, House, I've never had a threesome. (House: you're no fun!)

Nationality/Ethnicity: Aussie born and raised, now I'm in New Jersey.

Fave Fruit: Citrus, give me anything citrus. I'll take the limes out your Corona and suck 'em. House, keep your mouth shut on that.

Fave Season: I'm assuming you mean Northern Hemisphere, since I'm living in the great state of New Jersey now. Summer. Chase takes me surfing in the summer, we go to the beach a lot. It's warm. Whatever.

Fave Flower: Everyone around me is convinced this is a subtle psychological influence from playing Metal Gear Solid 3, but star of Bethlehem. House, keep your mouth shut. You can say you're not a video game dork but the fact that you attribute my love for a damn flower to a game is kind of contradictory, no?

Fave Scent: There's this Tyler Candle scent, Diva. I wash all my clothes and sheets in it, light candles of it. I made it Chase's favorite scent, too.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: FUCK HOT DRINKS.

Average Hours of Sleep: I'm a surgical assistant RN on call constantly. Answering this is like playing roulette.

Dog or Cat Person: I love all animals, so I like to say equal. I'm honestly more of a fish person, though. I keep begging Chase for a fish tank. When we get a bigger place, he says...

Dream Trip: Chase and I will return to Australia, and he'll take me diving in the Great Barrier Reef. We'll surf and comb the beach and explore parts of the country I never got to see growing up. Together.

Favorite Fictional/Real Character: Babydoll from Sucker Punch. I'd like to dress as her one day.

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: One, but Chase and I each have our own because if we try to share one I always steal it.

Random Fact: House and I race our motorcycles to work sometimes. I always beat him.

House peeks into the frame. "Okay, you may lie to the camera with cute stories about the beach and your little boyfriend, but that is one lie I will not let your smooth-talking, con artist self get away with. I have beaten you at least five times."

"They weren't lies, House. Some people are happy. And..hmm...to be fair, there was a tie once."

"A tie? A t-- no it wasn't!"

The two are about to break into an argument when Cuddy shuts off the camera and says, "Okay! That's enough! Reverie, why don't you take five and go find Chase?"

#my ocs #reverie #tag game #revchase #<- mentioned!!!!

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I thought about writing an AU crossover between TSC and SOM where Kellila and Ghostwriter meet around 1826 because of a time warp and KL have to help the other two go back to 1916. Their angelic runes would work so they would be able to use them in battle and survive KL's Londons. Lila would be a little annoyed by Lucie and she would judge her by her girly and cheerful personality at first but then she would be amazed when she sees her fight and defeat opponents despite her being just 5'4". Kell and Jesse would bond over their partners walking head on into danger and being reckless. Jesse would remind Kell of Holland because of his appearance and also because of what he went through in his London. Lucie can see ghosts so they could go to White London and she would see Holland and be shocked how much he looks like an older version of Jesse... And Kosika would remind her of herself as a teen. I just imagine the potential of this whole AU interaction. Maybe I should just write it haha

#Tweety.txt #what the heck am I thinking #jesse and holland have parallels though... aside from looking alike aesthetically #should i do it? I'm saving it on my notes for now haha #jesse and kell would 100% get along bc they have a similar personality #lucie would annoy lila 100% but she would eventually like her #the time warp could be caused by the opening of the worlds bc of something Tes manipulates #they would also be about the same age bc Lucie would be 29 and Jesse 30

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clipso · 9 months

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💊Medical Murder Sim💉

(Name currently undecided)

Welcome to the masterpost on my (VERY early in progress) murdersim! The content will be 18+, and minors/no age blogs will be blocked.

You will play as the main character, who is fresh out of medical school and getting ready for your new job! Let's hope whatever it is you survive it.. and that surviving isn't worse than the alternative!

You can reblog this post, but it will be updated now and then!

if you want to know more about anything, please feel free to ask ^^

LOVE INTERESTS:

All characters here will have a tag of their name on this blog for you to look through! All tags will be added on to this post

NAME: Dr. Lial Sang

PRONOUNS+GENDER: he/him, female

JOB OCCUPATION: Cryptobioligist

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 31

HEIGHT: 5'1"

Originally from: USA

Lial is outgoing, bubbly and affectionate. He loves his job and is eager to take you under his wing! But maybe he enjoys what he does a little too much..

He grew up alone with his father in a small town in the middle of nowhere midwest. His dad was distant, and had a habit of bringing home something other than animals on his hunting trips. Teaching Lial how to take care of a kill was their only point of bonding. After his fathers passing, Lial was eager to get out into the world and make an impact of his own. And what better place to do his own hunting than in the medical field?

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NAME: "Dr." Val Dilacor

PRONOUNS+GENDER: They/Them, nonbinary

JOB OCCUPATION: "General Care doctor"(Plague doctor)

SPECIES: Vampire

AGE: real age: 350~ physical age: 25~

HEIGHT: 5'4"

Originally from: Italy

Val is loud, confident, and commanding. They're excited to give their patients the care they need, even if those patients don't know they need it yet. And with you as their obedient helper! As long as they don't decide you need treatment next..

They were turned into a vampire in the 1600s, and remember none of their life previously. They turned to living as a plague doctor as an effort to keep themself both hidden and fed, but after people started realizing they had a much lower mortality rate (due to their unique methods), they gained popularity and a small cult following. But now that modern medicine has advanced without them, they've been long forgotten in the public eye. And they're determined to show everyone they deserve to be remembered.

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NAME: Dr. Alexandria Zhivkov

PRONOUNS+GENDER: they/them, nonbinary

JOB OCCUPATION: Cryptobiologist

SPECIES: Human(mostly)

AGE: 46

HEIGHT: 5'8"

Originally from: Russia

Zhivkov is professional, curt, and distrusting. It's hard to tell if they're mean, or just bad at social interaction. Whichever it is, they seem pretty serious about their job. Probably best not to get in their way..

They previously worked for a much more above ground institute with their ex fiance. They both decided to smuggle some of their test subjects out of work to do some studying without any red tape, which worked for a while. But when they had a falling out with each other that lead to the killing of one of the subjects, their partner confessed everything to the institute. Zhivkov was sentenced to jail time, but a new, shadier institute made some deals in order to have them work there instead of rotting in prison. And this time, they're not letting anything get in the way of doing their job.

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NAME: Dr. Indrid Bellamie

PRONOUNS+GENDER: he/him, male

JOB OCCUPATION: Mortician

SPECIES: Angel of Death

AGE: real age: 800~ physical age: 30~

HEIGHT: 6'6"

Originally from: Sweden

Indrid is patient, kind, and withdrawn. He seems so thrilled to have a new assistant to show around! Just hope you can earn his trust as much as his affection..

He was originally a shepherd in the 1200s, working on a small farm with his family. Until he met his now ex, Dahlia. She turned him into an angel of death shortly after they met, and they spent a long time together. But eventually their differences drove each other apart, and he left to start his own morgue to guide souls on to their own afterlife in peace.

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OTHER INFO & CHARACTERS

This list is incomplete, and these characters do not have tags started yet!

IN GAME CHARACTERS:

Dahlia King: Indrid's ex

UNSEEN CHARACTERS:

William Sang: Lial's father

Emily Sang: Lial's mother

Cadere D'este: Val's first worshiper

Dr. Isaiah Newman: Zhivkov's ex fiance

Beata: Indrid's older sister

Linnea: Indrid's younger sister

Once again, I am still very early in the process and will probably be taking things slow, especially since I've never made a game like this before. Any time I update this list I will try to remember to reblog it with the new additions!

#nsft oc #murder oc #lial sang #alexandria zhivkov #val dilacor #indrid bellamie

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