#< what the different colored scars are for

[filisite]

when she is the daughter of Eggman Rabotnik...

And here we go again?...

Oh, this stupid series about a love triangle, but so addictive... You were now sitting on the couch and watching these hot male twins fight for their love for one woman.

Shadow said that the main character should kill them both. The girl waved it off, not paying attention to what was said.

- It's so romantic when they fight for your heart. Despite the probable death, - you sighed dreamily, folding your palms on your chest towards your heart, imagining how the most handsome and popular guys in school fight for your attention.

Stone smirked in the background and shook his head, oh, these teenage girls.

Shadow looked at you, raising an eyebrow in bewilderment, no matter how similar you were to Maria, you are still a different person with your own thoughts. Comparing you at the first meeting was basically stupid. You will never be her.

...

Two episodes passed, as you passed out and lay down on the couch with your legs stretched out. You were sleepy, after such events with your father and grandfather and with other colored aliens. You wanted to rest so much.

Shadow stole a glance at you, he had been standing there throughout the entire series. Even when you offered to sit next to you. Was he afraid of you?... Nonsense.

And yet the hedgehog risked coming closer to you, he was drawn to you like a magnet. And as soon as he was at your face, he looked at every scar on your face, every mole, and every hair.

He carefully watched your breathing, how you inhaled air into your lungs and exhaled it through your nose. Shadow seemed to be watching himself from the outside, unable to control his actions. As if he was now in a movie and watching himself in the third person.

The black hedgehog extended his palm to your face. Feeling the flow of air from you even through the fabric of the glove. He smoothly ran his hand over your head and carefully pushed the hair away from your face so that it would not interfere with your sleep. Then he gently placed his palm on your heart.

For some reason, it calmed him down. Every beat of your heart echoed in his palm, telling him loudly that it was still working perfectly. Pumping blood throughout your body.

Maria's face suddenly appeared before his eyes, without breath, without a heartbeat, without lines on her eyes, as she smiled brightly.

Shadow pulled away abruptly, taking his hand away from you, pressing it to himself.

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[snakeunderyourboot]

we should talk about malevolent but soulmates au, especially in the context of Jarthur

Imagine the situation when your soulmate is not only some eldritch being BUT ALSO someone you have to share a body with. Also, it could be both romantic and platonic

like....there are many different versions of how soulmates work. There could be soulmate marks, or being colorblind and only seeing color when you met your soulmate, the timer that runs out when you see your soulmate, the first phrase they are going to say to you, some tatoo, or even just a name etc etc. All of those are potentially interesting, ESSPECIALLY if we apply them to jarthur

Soulmate marks, where Arthur left pinkie has a darker color. Or his eyes are. Or all parts that John would later come to possess have darker color. OR Arthur has weird scars that no human has ever seen before and could not be explained by any human logic. It is almost like they are divine in nature.

Seeing color when you first meet your soulmate, where Arthur has never in his life seen color. He has no idea what John means when he says that something is yellow, because what the fuck yellow even means. Sure, he knows that the sun is yellow or dandelions are yellow, but he doesn't understand. He would probably think that John is able to see colors because he is outwordly being so he doesn't apply by the same rules mortals do. And if it is true, what if John being able to see color is his proof that he is human, that he is no longer God. Or if it is NOT true and gods do have soulmates, what if Kayne or King in Yellow mention something about it?

Would Yellow see color? Would he see it with Larson? Would he see it later in Dreamlands, whenever he is?

The timer that runs out when you meet your soulmate, what if Arthur's timer is all fucked up, with strange symbols, that are always changing? And what if the second he picked up the book his timer abruptly stopped on zero? What if John later asks what the strange line of zeroes means and Arthur wouldn't know what to even say to that. What if in Addison his timer is back again to being all fucked up and Larson notices it and recognizes some of the symbols? What if after he has Yellow, his timer is also all fucked up?

The first phrase your soulmate is going to say to you, where Arthur doesn't have "Don't you remember?" INSTEAD he has "Arthur? Arthur!" because that is the first thing JOHN tells him after a coma? I just think it would be neat if the prase is from John when he is John, and not the Entity. You know what, we can even play it out to episode 43, where Arthur has tattooed the first words John says to him when he is resurrected. ORRR what if it's the first words John says after he has his own body?

In the same way, John doesn't have the soulmate mark until they are in the hospital or in the witch's lair? Or what if it is different, what if the words tattoed on your skin are the words your soulmate says when they realize they love you. Would then Arthur's words be "I suppose so" (when he talks to the King in Yellow in s2 finale) while John has "Because I care about him?"(from s4 finale)?? What if he only understands what the words mean when they are confronting the Witch?

This is actually my favorite variant because THERE IS SO MUCH that could be said.

A tattoo where again Arthur's tattoo is all fucked up, some weird sign that he knows nothing about. He starts looking, finds some mentions of eldritch gods, and decides that NOPE he is out of here. And then he meets John?

Or even just a regular name, where life is so much more complicated for Arthur. I would say homosexuality would be acceptable much earlier in human history if soulmates were a thing, but I would say he still would have a hard time with it. John is one of the most common names, but the problem is also that the name "John Doe" is literally given to people who are not identified. Can you imagine how long Arthur needs to search for his soulmate? And then in the hospital when John asks to be called by John and Arthur is just head in hands??

And you could say even MORE I just listed the most popular and the ones that come first to my mind. We should talk about malevolent soulmates au because this is an entirely new level that is so interesting to talk about

EDIT: also I did not mention Arthur relationship with love BUT we could play it out too. Arthur could be completely ignorant of the soulmarks. Or he could think that soulmarks mean only romantic love. Or both of these or neither or something completely different!

[vanadee-hailz-aka-best-merc-ever]

//Forgot I should probably post Gore’s info sheet as well… 😅

                •Basic Information•

🔴Name- Vanadee Hailz (pronounced Hallz)

🔴Age- 23

🔴Sexuality- Pansexual

🔴Gender- Female

🔴Species- Human

🔴Nicknames-Vanny, Val, Van, DD

🔴Reason for nicknames- easier to call her by

🔴From a Fandom?- MCU

🔴Zodiac sign- Aries

  •Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color- bangs are dyed as left part is sage green and the rest of her hair is black

🟠Hair type and length- short wavy

🟠Eye color- grey

🟠Skin tone- pale

🟠Face shape- heart

🟠Body type- triangle

🟠Birthmarks- dimples

🟠Scars- one going up to her lips edge that starts from her chin, huge one on her back that looks like lightning, bunch of small ones on her hands, one on her collarbone

🟠Predominant features- dyed bangs and piercings

🟠Height- 5'9 1/3

🟠Dominant hand- Left

🟠Hair Style- alternative/ fluffy

🟠Jewelry/ Accessories- piercings, sometimes nails are done, pepper spray, symbiote tracker

🟠Are they healthy or not?Reason why- kinda, diet consists with a lot of acidic foods and drinks but she does love her red meats.

🟠Allergies- asparagus

🟠Glasses?- contacts, has glasses somewhere but not where she is in the book

🟠What do they wear when they are home alone?- usually a very large shirt that doesn't fit her, and underwear

🟠Tattoos- a quote on her inner thigh saying: "I stopped waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel and lit that bitch up myself"

                   •Mannerisms•

🟡Speech Style- soft mannered when at work, generally more easily aggravated when in stressful environments

🟡Quirks- bounces there leg when sitting down and is bored, puts shoes on without undoing there laces, constantly moving

🟡Positive traits- intuitive, flexible, can do parkour, athletic,

🟡Negative traits- on edge constantly, paranoid, insomnia, alcoholic

🟡Drives/Motivation- protect those who need it and fuck the government patriarchy and the hero system

🟡Sense of Humor- Dark idk

🟡Private or Public?- Private

🟡Leader or Follower?- Leader

🟡Daredevil or cautious?- Cautious usually

🟡Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?- pessimistic

🟡Speaker or Listener?- listener

🟡Accent- Denmark/American

🟡Voice Claims- n/a

🟡Temperament- when she's doing her normal job she doesn't really react a lot but when she's a rouge it's like she's a different person, she's more angry and frustrated and lashes out which allows her to get an advantage in the battle

🟡Talents- she's really good with all ranges of weapons and can pull risky maneuvers on a motorcycle

🟡Flaws- sleep deprived and drinks alcohol

🟡Loud or quiet?- both

🟡messy or organized?- depends on her stress or paranoia

🟡solo or team player?- solo

🟡introvert or extrovert?- introvert

🟡relaxed or serious?- serious when doing hero work but relaxed when at home

🟡What will always make them cry?- extreme amounts of pain, and her moments....

🟡Do they celebrate there birthday?- no not really anymore

🟡What will make them Smile?- doing things that are associated with her love language ( usually directed towards ppl she likes or cares about) or anything related to cats

                   •Background•

🟢Hometown- Denver

🟢Social Class- Middle

🟢Education- Poor when she's was going to school but when she started working with O.P.A.C her knowledge increased exponentially

🟢First memory- ice cream with her father

🟢Worst memory- O.P.A.C getting sabotaged by the evil S.H.E.I.L.D she had in her universe

🟢Best memory-

🟢Most important childhood event,why?-

🟢Most influenced by- O.P.A.C

🟢Role models-

🟢Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone- Lives in Queens,New York with her Cats.

🟢Do they want to move and where?- Once she's retired from O.P.A.C,has finally gotten away from Carnage, and financially stable enough she would in a calmer part of the USA, like Montana or Minnesota, or she would move somewhere out of the states w/o telling anyone.

🟢Type of childhood- questionable..

🟢Upbringing- In the public school system with extreme religious family members, began forming her opinions about politics and stuff during her first school years and Middle School and started rebelling from standard life from there. she also began to despise her father for not helping her and her mom when they needed help the most bc they were really poor while he was rich (they were also divorced bc the mom had an affair with someone who looked exactly like David but from a different universe- main reason Vanadee has abilities)

🟢Best Qualification- Being able to get a good kill and get away with it, and then get good money from it and still keep her morals of being a rouge.

🟢Most important person in their life and why?- the person that fueled her beliefs

🟢House environment- c a t s, and sometimes disorganized

🟢Childhood crush- Ariel, Maleficent, Eric, Prince Charming, Megamind (idk man-), betty boop

                         •Family•

🔵Mother- Jenny Hailz; died from disease

🔵Father- David Hailz; died from being killed by Vanadee- the beginning of her rogue/ vigilante life

🔵Siblings- Luke Hailz; still alive but no contact with Vanadee because he was favored child of David with a different women named Millie Abbot- who Vanadee also kills and is Gore's first official kill publicly.

🔵Relationship with family?- no contact

🔵Any children? Do they want any?- no

🔵Pets- cats

🔵Extended Family- no

🔵Close to family?- no

    •Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣Favorite Movie- Probably a horror movie

🟣Least Favorite Movie-Twilight series

🟣Favorite Book- Song of Achilles

🟣Least Favorite Book- The Lottery

🟣Favorite Holiday- n/a

🟣Least Favorite Holiday- Catholic/ over celebrated holidays

🟣Favorite Mythological creature- Siren

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature- tooth Fairies

               •Abilities and Bias'•

⚪️Affiliation- anti hero or rouge

⚪️Powers- bone manipulation, acid manipulation

⚪️Powers limitations- Has to either scavenge for bones from dead animals/ people or use her own ( which isn't comfortable and sometimes hurts depending on which bone, also very sensitive to touch) and has to eat acidic food to use acid abilities

⚪️Weaknesses- being near a symbiote, more weak if it's a symbiote from her universe

⚪️Allies- Orbit, Scarlet, Z spider, Ghost

⚪️How well known are they?- Really well in there universe and the one she's in now a little bit less

⚪️Costume-

(used as a tail)

(Not her own ribs- wrapped around outfit )

(Just the enlarged legs of a spider)

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?- yeah

⚪️Alias- Gore the rouge

⚪️Weapons- guns and knives of herself, she can use a lot of different type of weapons

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech- a small walk-in talkie looking device that tells her where crime is, a device to detect symbiotes nearby, and a badge to show to other O.P.A.C. members

⚪️Physical Weaknesses- Constant migraines from being near symbiotes and being an alcoholic

⚪️Fears- succumbing to Carnage's games, being fired from O.P.A.C.,

⚪️Motivations- getting bigger within O.P.A.C.'s ranks and to over come her weaknesses.

⚪️Why do they do what they do?- To get money and to spite the Hero/Villain system within the universe.

⚪️Mental/Emotional weaknesses- constantly paranoid she's being watched by anyone ( and Carnage) and the feeling of not being worth it in any situation.

⚪️Rivals- Carnage and any symbiote

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes- sometimes she finds people on dating apps but it usually doesn't work/ end well/ bc carnage kills them.

⚪️Do they have a known quote?- "I am Gore. The silent killer and agent of O.P.A.C."

                  •Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?- probably other marvel universes bc that's what happens in her book

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?- Compassionate and heavy

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?- When her mom died from not being able to afford medication for her illness, she felt even more hatred for her father who is a rich government official- a major reason she hates how the government is and societal rules

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?- Be immune to symbiotes, make Carnage not exist, make her rich

⚫️There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items,who and what do they bring?- The siege perilous because then she could get off the island easily

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?- "If you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point?"

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?- Alcohol, bc it brings her a relief from life; an escapism

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? Were they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?- Yes,yes, don't feel guilty anymore- they see it as work now

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?- chalk and pencil led

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?- a full week because being a rouge is very time consuming and they don't have time too do it, they may feel dirty but stress causes her to keep on trudging through her days ( 1 week is the max tho)

⚫️Where do they put there clothes when there dirty?- in the hamper and darks, whites, and towels have there own hamper

⚫️Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?- closed and locked, paranoia keeps them up if they don't lock it

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?- probably take the day off from all her duties and her human job so she doesn't have to deal with the conversations about it.

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?- a salad. There basic.

⚫️do they re read books they already have?- if they wanna revisit the series she might.

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?- she wouldn't wanna know bc she would be paranoid.

⚫️What song would they listen to on repeat?- any phonk song in general

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?- yeah probably

⚫️Do they crack there joints?- all the time

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?- savory and spicy- anything acidic tho

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?- no they don't have time too, they do take them to animal shelters every chance they get.

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?- get it done asap.

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower?- cold as fuck

⚫️Do they daydream?- at home yes not during work tho.

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?- depends. If she's upgrading gadgets for her rouge life then it needs to be cleaner, but she works at a butcher shop so that's messy

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?- yeah but there in storage.

⚫️Do they indulge in anything?- Alcohol and sometimes tv series

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that  someone says to them just to spite them?- depends on the person...

⚫️ if they're alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?- She would probably get in rouge attire and beat the shit out of the person

⚫️ if they're lost what is the first thing they do?- check for cell service and or use compass

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them?- Furries on a biscuit

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?- Drink poison to avoid Carnage

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?- Stoic but when shes near Carnage he can tell

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Brief run down of an important moment for the character, can be anything-

She works for a organization in her universe that functions like shield, but the shield in her universe is corrupt

(works with the government)so they go by a different name: "O.P.A.C."

Organization of Protection and Chaos

They have the Siege Perilous in there possession which allows them travel dimensions, they connected it through a machine that allowed them to have access to the other universes for as long as the machine ran. They then sent members to as many universes as they could that was suitable and basically made groups of the organization in many parts of the multiverse to make sure they were successful and able to protect civilians and people with powers.

Gore's part in O.P.A.C. is that of a hit man, she kills people that gets in the way and she also functions as a protector of there siege perilous if O.P.A.C in their universe ever fails. Gore gets paid for her job at O.P.A.C.

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Short run down of there storyline-

This OC was made for the purpose of a self insert for a friends story which changes often but this is the main gist of the storyline- or actually a draft of the prologue of the story

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Gore's Pov

The sound of claws scraping on pavement became quicker and closer, my boots slamming on the ground as I made my aching body go faster and swifter with each turn and leap. My light headache soon became a migraine in seconds, and nausea was trying to throw me to the ground with my growing fear and annoyance- along with stubborn frustration. I forced my body forward, taking sharp turns and leaping from the roofs of building to building, trying to gain some distance from the red psychopathic symbiote enveloped host named Cletus Kassidy. Every single turn and leap I made, every single time, he lunged forward to try and get his clawed hands or his symbiotic tendrils on me, he would let out animalistic screeches and snarls of delight. Sadly, Carnage enjoyed the thrill of the chase, that's what I had learned all those months back when we had our first encounter. That monster knew my weakness, which where symbiotes and their hosts just like him, and he tried to take advantage of it with every movement either of us took in this cat and mouse chase of ours.

He tried to make another lunge for me, but I changed my pace and took a quick dive off the building I was on, mentally cursing at the fact I have the siege perilous on my person since I was protecting it. this growing space allowed me some strength to use my bone like structures to make more turns and parkour maneuvers to try and confuse my pursuer, even if it didn't last long because Carnage constantly was trying to close the distance. But he was able to find me within what felt like seconds of precious time for me.

"YOU CAN'T KEEP RUNNING FROM US GORE! ~ YOU KNOW WE WILL AND ALWAYS WILL FIND YOU!!" Carnage hollered from what felt like mere inches from me but was around 6 feet behind my every move. I could hear him clawing his way up buildings, as well as using his tendrils to get up and over buildings and the vast number of surfaces on New York building tops. Often glass shattering could be heard as well as the heavy thuds of his footsteps- most likely damaging the surfaces beneath him. I just grumble curses under my canine skull that I used as a mask with my distorted voice. The mutant's voice was always playful, it made me feel mocked and threatened. I don't like being mocked or threatened by anyone, let alone a symbiote.

I continue the repetitive cycle of climbing up a new building, keeping myself quick and agile enough even in my      migraine afflicted state to dodge any potential attacks from my pursuer. I occasionally miss my footing, getting me hit or almost snatched by a red tendril from Carnage, usually leading to him squealing in glee like a high school cheerleader getting asked out for prom. But his tendrils never snatch me quick enough or grip me tight enough, it didn't even slow me down, it just pushes my determination to move quicker from him.

And as if tunnel vision takes hold of me in my state of peril, I realize I was climbing up the biggest skyscraper of New York; the One World Trade Center. I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach, panic, and rage bubbling within me. It only got worse when I could hear Carnage scraping the windows with his claws. like nails on a chalkboard, as if digging in deeper to get to me even quicker and lunge forward even farther. Like he was enjoying the hunt.

It was like I was at a stalemate mentally; I had no possible way of nose diving off the One World Trade Center and surviving, my abilities were too weak and even with them I wouldn't survive the fall. I'd die and be flattened like a fucking pancake!

'How will I escape this psycho freak?!' I thought with a snarl of pain and frustration while dodging a tendril that broke a window right next to my canine skull mask, I could feel the satisfaction emanating from him because he could sense my panic as if his symbiote had a 20th sense associated towards me, while I could sense symbiotes through migraines or headaches along with extreme emotions from them. And we had been going at this chase for ages when I noticed the sun was setting! The sky was in a huge range of colors as the sun began to set on New York's silhouette, as if the world was pleased and happy to know my downfall was eminent.

Eventually I managed to scramble up to the top of the One World Trades Center rooftop, heaving for breath from the migraine and the sheer effort I put into doing that whole stunt of scaling it in under an hour. But my moment to breathe was not something I was lucky enough to be granted apparently, because I had bolted to the other side of the rooftop of the One World Trade Center as Carnage made it to the top merely a couple heartbeats after me. Carnage lets out a low growl, tendrils whipping behind the 7'2 mass of a mostly red and black veined symbiote- slender yet fit in an uncanny way the symbiotes gave their hosts in such a form.

I just scoot even farther to the edge till I feel like if I take one step back, I will plummet to my death, which got me a crooked grin and distorted giggle from the freak.

"Dear- "Carnage began to coo in a voice that was a mixture of Cletus and the symbiote itself, taking a slow step closer to my body that was standing on the defensive as I glare daggers at him from behind the canine skull mask. I cut them off before they could continue their attempts to lure me closer, "DON'T call me that. It's GORE to you and your goddamn symbiote!" I snarl in the distorted voice I spoke in behind my canine skull mask. I had installed technology to distort my voice since it was different enough someone might recognize me while I'm not being the vigilante/mercenary Gore, as well as some other added bonuses- like head straps that would activate if my bone manipulation was at a point I couldn't keep the mask melded to my face. But even with this additional protection to keep the skull affixed to my face, I kept my distance as much as I could that I might have a chance to lessen the horrid migraine I got near symbiotes within a 6-foot radius or get my abilities back, so I had some sort of chance of getting out without getting either snatched up by Carnage or bitten- and hopefully fucking not unmasked!

My harsh response only got a gleeful laugh from both the symbiote and Cletus the host in their Carnage form, it made me cringe under my canine skull mask. The completely white eyes of the symbiote narrow, the sun setting barely affects its vision as it solely was on me; its prey of almost 4 months now that it's never gotten to kill or taint in some way. The sun almost made the white eyes glisten like white opals, but that THING doesn't deserve such complements or kindness, especially when it was a psycho murderer and alien stalking bitch! Its eyes looked me over as if they were memorizing my every curve as it stood there silently with a sharp toothed grin, it made me self-aware of my outfit in a way that enraged me. It was only a goddamn black crop top, a cheap and worn-out purple hoodie that was now a dull purplish grey color after so many years of wearing it and putting it through a washer, and dark green cargo pants- and my usual accessories. Not like I was wearing something to gawk at!

My migraine only got worse as the seconds passed, as if my body was pleading for me to somehow figure out a fucking way out of this mess. The sun was still slowly setting behind us, the setting rays of light giving my body some warmth in this spine-chilling moment of being in my stalkers grasp. And that feeling of this being not a win for me... but for Carnage.

When I got no answer besides him licking his pearly whites that looked sharp as shit, and a low purr from definitely checking me out, I say a very stern and annoyed "What. Do. You. Want. From. ME. Carnage?" Carnage smirks and his eyes widened, he could probably hear how badly that migraine was hurting me currently and probably can see even as I stood my ground my limbs were slowly starting to tremble. I always had an unspoken rule that I'd never address Carnage as his name, or by his human name Cletus, because he never calls me my vigilante alias name, Gore. So, he was probably a bit smug when I finally said his villain alias name.

"Ohh Dove I thought you never say it! ~" He says in a mock giddy fashion, which was one of the most stupid responses he has given me, and Carnage has told me a lot of dumb responses over these 4 months. I scoff and cross my arms in defiance and roll my eyes, they almost glow from behind my canine skull mask and are imitated by the technology to look like two rings of light blue that it's close to white, it gives me an intimidation factor- besides the fact I could literally melt someone alive or snap their neck with just a thought.. with the exception of symbiotes, of course.   

He looked like he was ACTUALLY going to explain why he had been going after me for months, so I begrudgingly stayed silent to listen.

"Well..." He started dramatically, clasping his clawed hands together with a glint of mischief. "The reason WE'VE been chasing you for the past," he emphasized the 'we' part since I never really like to acknowledge the symbiote of Cletus even if they were sort of one body with two minds that were very bonded, I always addressed them in a singular sense.

He pretended to count his claws, even some tendrils for a second before continuing, "Pursuing you on this fine evening for 2 hours, 30 minutes, and 26 seconds... is because WE are veryyy interested in your abilities, you feisty lil thing~ we feel can help you reach your full potential by making you stronger and figure out why you tremble under all symbiotic presences... we find it very flattering you're already trembling, and we haven't even hit the 10-minute mark of this standstill!" Carnage purrs with a teasing grin, which makes me groan in annoyance and roll my eyes.

"How the fuck does my abilities even resemble your symbiote, you Crimson Fucker?! I don't have red tentacles flying out my ass! Nor do I have a full-on body suit of a symbiote!"

I growl in protest from behind the canine skull mask, my breath slowly getting more labored from the horrid migraine. Carnage cackles like I'm the best comedian he has ever seen or heard in New York, "You're such a funny little thing, Dove! ~" even the symbiote seems to laugh in this burst of what seemed to be laughter.

"But still! Think about it! You have VERY similar claws to us, so sharp and made to tear the flesh of our enemies apart like its air! The spider-like bone legs, albeit close to that Iron Spider fool's design, represent my tendrils but in a more solid and less slimy sense. AND your able to match us symbiotes in a battle in your strength even when weakened by a pesky migraine." Carnage ranted, his hands moving as he spoke flamboyantly like he was a commercial seller trying to get me to buy his shitty product, but before I could even react, he shot those knock off webs at me. I snarled in a yelp of pissed off annoyance and shock over something I really shouldn't be shocked by, and as I try to at least dodge the tendrils... It was too late, my migraine afflicted state wasted precious seconds of my time staggering to not fall of the One World Trade Center, getting me caught by my villainous stalker.

'By the gods I'm so weak, I won't last 5 minutes even staying conscious FUCKING HELL-'I think to myself.

I was internally screaming as the webs managed to get a grip onto my torso- the webs form into tendrils in a matter of seconds, and it wrapped around my arms and chest in a binding so tight no human even with super powered abilities could escape. Then with this makeshift webbing and tendril in Carnage's symbiote hand, he tightly grips it as I thrash to escape, yanking it like hair to his massive body. I whipped across the top of the One World Trade Center like a ragdoll and slammed into the symbiotic covered chest of Cletus, who was grinning smugly as it all just went like he and his symbiote had planned.

I was in the arms of my fucking stalker. Great. The webbing and tendrils come off me and retreat into the large Carnage form, my restraints now traded out with the arms of my captor. He holds me tightly to him with a smile on its slimy symbiotic face, purring and holding me like a child would hold a new toy. I squirmed violently, "LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC SON OF A BITCH- "I snarl as I glare at Carnage with rage from behind the canine skull mask that hid my identity.

"What the FUCK are you doing?! I thought we had a fucking silent agreement we were done fighting and chasing me around. And stop gripping me like it's the only thing keeping you SANE." I mumble, which gains a cocky grin from Carnage as he looks down at me from his 7'2 height, even though I only stood at around 5'9. "Oh, but you are the last thing keeping me sane, Mavis." Carnage chuckles darkly, I could feel the symbiote quivering in excitement. Mavis was a name that translated to songbird, which was basically another way of Carnage calling me Dove- which I absolutely despised him calling me.

It didn't take long before I stopped my futile struggle. my body was drained of its energy, like I got stepped on an elephant, it happened so quickly just by me getting pulled in such a tight embrace by a symbiote and its host. I thought I was going to pass out from how horrid the migraine was now; it was so bad I could feel my heart pounding in my head. I could feel my body slump to my dismay, it was no use to struggle- it would only make me pass out quicker which I didn't want. I glare at Carnage with my icy blue gaze, feeling weak like a newborn baby, which I hated so fucking much with a burning passion.

The symbiotes grip never waver, maybe even tightened slightly. 

And it began to slowly sway when it realized my strength was diminished to me just staying awake. I slammed my eyes shut and moved my face away as my canine skull mask's panic feature enacted; straps shifted and wrapped around the back of my head firmly. I tried to come up with a way to stop the extreme pain of the migraine that consumed my head and made my body shake, as well as think of a way to get out of this fucker's grasp.

"As we were saying..." Carnage purred violently, causing me to feel the vibrations all the way down my spine in my own personal shiver. They continued to sway as if we were slowly dancing in the dark, which was partially true since it was only slivers of light of the sun from the sunset. "Your abilities intrigue us! Oh, how they do... sometimes, just occasionally as I think about you every time were not near, I wish I could make you overcome this weakness of yours. So, when we have another one of these delightful run-ins on each other's day, which is TOTALLY not planned by the way," I knew that was bullshit and that it was 99.99% of the time planned. But he continues,

"We could have a better cat and mouse chase which is also rewarding, because when I catch you. I could PIN. YOU. DOWN! And while you struggle in vain, writhing under me which is so hot..." Carnage drawls,

"I could examine each bone structure of yours, ranging from your mask... your talons... those spider-like bone legs... that human spine tail... oh I bet it would be wonders to run my hands and claws against them... thinking about it makes so overwhelmed with joy! But if I, did it..."

Carnage trails off as he began to lightly caress and stroke the ribcage that was over my chest and a little bit of my stomach, tracing shapes and outlining the entirety of ALL 24 OF MY RIBS. I shuddered and held back a couple foolish noises, the bone ligaments that were connected to me through my bone manipulation were quite sensitive to touch.

So, I bit my lip. Carnage continues to speak while swaying slowly, my body dead weight in his firm grasp due to how incapacitating my migraine was for me currently. "It's honestly fascinating, the rib cage you use from one of your victims even if you have your own set... very fashionable my dear but we think it look even hotter if they were splattered in your enemy's blood."

I scoff at the comment from behind my canine skull mask, and even that my voice distorter could pick up and distort for me thankfully.  "Uhm, Hell no! Last I checked you are no fashion designer, and you have absolutely ZERO taste whatsoever.

And if you didn't know this already, asshole, blood is a nuisance to get off bones- it stains them, and I got to bleach those fuckers so their crisp white even from one little drop of blood on them. My alias as a vigilante is 'Gore' but I know where to draw the line in my line of work when it comes to bloodshed. I am NO villain, nor a goddamn hero, I'm the grey-zone! Vigilante, antihero, mercenary, whatever you wanna call it but I am not a fucking hero or villain! I only kill when I get paid, pursued, the heat of a fight, or when it's horrid scum that don't deserve to live anymore! So, NO, hell NO."

Carnage just laughs and shakes his head, holding me closer to him, one hand tracing lazy hearts against the ribcage on my upper body. "Oh, but yes! ~" Carnage coos playfully as he uses a tendril to lift the chin of my canine skull mask up to look at him directly.

I just glare at him with my icy blue eyes through the eyes of my canine skull I used as a mask, even though the eye space in the skull were covered by a black mechanical mesh that was see through from only my end and had an eye tracking system so the round white ovals could move with my eyes or narrow in a glare when I glared. I let out a low growl while Carnage smiled at me like the maniac he was, with such heavy intent that it made me shudder just barely, he knew I couldn't do much in his grasp and he clearly loved it.

"Oh Gore... Oh, my dear Gore..." I knew when he started to purr out my actual vigilante alias that I was in deep trouble, more than I already was. "Yes yes... You are that grey zone, morally ambiguous so you can do wrong things in the name of justice. Your title as the little mercenary that people can't rely on, or 'Gore the Vigilante' doesn't mean anything to me because.. Well... "

He pauses dramatically for suspense before continuing, "We are the same, you and me, no matter how much you deny it- the push and pull between us- the thrill of the chase... you know deep down that at the end of the day, you're going to have to choose like the rest of us have had to do at some point in our lives: be a villain or choose the hero lifestyle." I growl lowly at the mere prospect; I hated that thought of having to be fit into stereotypical boxes society deemed people to be in. but Carnage chuckles and keeps talking, clearly amuses by my reaction. "I know how both sides, the heroes and the villains, despise you for what you do- dread you even.

They don't like the fact you go against the grain, you're a black sheep among many blood-soaked woolly coats. But my beloved...~ I hear words from the other villains, including us, how they acknowledge your power and skills- your stubborn hotheadedness I've grown to know, and love isn't something heroes like. We know you're going to have to make a choice on what life you want to live. And from firsthand experience I know for sure that you were made to be a villain! Your ruthless, animalistic, quick and agile..." he pauses as Carnage leans down slightly, his hot breath against the side of my masked face sending chills down my spine as he coos mockingly.

"But that poor little migraine of yours is going to get in the way, isn't it? Dove? The one that's making you shake like a leaf right now, the thing that is in the way of your full potential. But I can help you, we can get rid of that pesky migraine- you just got to open up to me and trust me... and when you inevitably will, oh darling- OH my love! We can be the most feared in New York, the entire planet- hell even the entire UNIVERSE! The stupid Avengers wouldn't even be able to stop us, or SHIELD, or OPAC! Isn't that just so thrilling to think about? because we were meant to be. Gore and Carnage. See, even our names are similar! We'd make such a GOOD DUO my queen..."

Carnage rants in his double voice of Cletus and the symbiote he was the host to, the more he got into his words the more his grip lessened on me. Even his tendrils stopped touching me and his stupid swaying ended finally...

I saw my chance to escape, and I was going to use it.

I quickly elbowed Carnage into the chest, the sensation of touching the symbiote on Cletus's chest was like a painful ripple through my body due to the contact. I then shift myself to kick him in the shins before Carnage could catch his breath from me elbowing him hard in the chest, he stumbles back and with a rattling thump he falls on the rooftop of the One World Trade Center- his arms retracting from me from the sudden attack from me. I bolted to the other side of the rooftop, the last rays of sunlight over the cityscape casting an orange and red glow of warmth over me as I nosedive off the building. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gasped for breath. There was only one thing on my mind: get the hell away from Carnage.

The only noise that filled my ears was the wind from me free falling off that tall skyscraper,

as well as the sound of Carnage screaming in anger and dismay, "NO!!!" I could also hear the sound of him scrambling to leap off the building as well. But, luckily for me, I had distance from him. I could almost hear him repeating like a mantra under his breath, "I won't let you die, your mine, I won't let you get out of my grasp-" Carnage pushes himself farther, trying to use the skyscraper to get to me quicker as well as use his tendrils to try and snag me but he kept missing, which makes Carnage snarl and screech in frustration.

But I fell faster and faster, even if I was smaller than the hunk of that 7'2 symbiote and host I had an advantage from how I curled my body up to make myself fall quicker. I was still in a slight adrenaline and dazed state from being so close to Carnage, I couldn't produce any of my bone ligaments, even keeping my canine skull mask melded to my face was a hassle. It was like my life was passing through my eyes, I was going to die, or I was going to be caught by my psycho symbiote. I could hear Carnage snarling even more as if he could see how I was preparing to just... fall to my death, let fate take its course, and how even in my last moments I wouldn't give in to him.

But then I felt a pulsating, a sort of buzzing from withing my pocket, and before I knew it,

I was sucked into a portal just before a red, black veined clawed hand could grab me. I was in shock, the whirring colors going around me, the sound of Carnage fading into the air behind me as I continued to fall in a swirling tunnel of colors and noises of so many things yet so little for my mind to process. I was still in a sort of daze but somehow Carnage managed to also fall through the same exact portal as me, that persistent piece of shit! He somehow landed a tendril around my ankle just barely, but I thrashed and snarled under my mask, the gravity of this wormhole like portal was throwing me off kilter. It worked somehow, and that sick fuck got thrown out of the spiral of colors into an offshoot right next to it, I could hear his screams of frustration- the only sense of victory I could get out of this whole damn day: his distress and my freedom to live another day.

But, suddenly the portal opened, and soon disappeared in the sky above me like it was nothing but dust in the wind. I looked around from where I was as I fell that I probably got some whiplash. it looked like New York- but... not really New York city how I knew it. The Avengers tower wasn't a sleek silver color with the A symbol being torn off and broken, it was blue and still seemed to be functioning.

And.. a Oscorp tower, what the hell is that!?-

Even the cars looked uncanny to me, it was unnerving and confusing, especially with my heart pounding in my head from a mixture of adrenaline and a massive migraine that was slowly fading since I wasn't near Carnage anymore which was like an instant relief to my exhausted body.

"Where the hell-"I muttered from behind my canine skull mask, the voice distortion technology faltering slightly before my eyes widen as I felt my body slam against something hard with a loud thunk of what sounded like some sort of metal bar. And all faded into a peaceful and migraine free darkness...

Here is a long ass character sheet

Give credit if you use it!

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[By- ThanaTheCreator_]

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•Basic Information•

🔴Name-

🔴Age-

🔴Sexuality-

🔴Gender-

🔴Species-

🔴Nicknames-

🔴Reason for nicknames-

🔴From a Fandom?-

🔴Zodiac sign-

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color-

🟠Hair type and length-

🟠Eye color-

🟠Skin tone-

🟠Face shape-

🟠Body type-

🟠Birthmarks-

🟠Scars-

🟠Predominant features-

🟠Height-

🟠Dominant hand-

🟠Hair Style-

🟠Jewelry/ Accessories-

🟠Are they healthy or not? Reason why-

🟠Allergies-

🟠Glasses?-

🟠What do they wear when they are home alone?-

🟠Tattoos-

•Mannerisms•

🟡Speech Style-

🟡Quirks-

🟡Positive traits-

🟡Negative traits-

🟡Drives/Motivation-

🟡Sense of Humor-

🟡Private or Public?-

🟡Leader or Follower?-

🟡Daredevil or cautious?-

🟡Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?-

🟡Speaker or Listener?-

🟡Accent-

🟡Voice Claims-

🟡Theme Song(s)-

🟡Temperament-

🟡Talents-

🟡Flaws-

🟡Loud or quiet?-

🟡messy or organized?-

🟡solo or team player?-

🟡introvert or extrovert?-

🟡relaxed or serious?-

🟡What will always make them cry?-

🟡Do they celebrate there birthday?-

🟡What will make them Smile?-

•Background•

🟢Hometown-

🟢Social Class-

🟢Education-

🟢First memory-

🟢Worst memory-

🟢Best memory-

🟢Most important childhood event,why?-

🟢Most influenced by-

🟢Role models-

🟢Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone-

🟢Do they want to move and where?-

🟢Type of childhood-

🟢Upbringing-

🟢Best Qualification-

🟢Most important person in there life and why?-

🟢House environment-

🟢Childhood crush-

•Family•

🔵Mother-

🔵Father-

🔵Siblings-

🔵Relationship with family?-

🔵Any children? Do they want any?-

🔵Pets-

🔵Extended Family-

🔵Close to family?-

🔵Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/ important?-

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣Favorite Movie-

🟣Least Favorite Movie-

🟣Favorite Book-

🟣Least Favorite Book-

🟣Favorite Holiday-

🟣Least Favorite Holiday-

🟣Favorite Mythological creature-

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature-

•Abilities and Bias’•

⚪️Affiliation-

⚪️Powers-

⚪️Powers limitations-

⚪️Weaknesses-

⚪️Allies-

⚪️How well known are they?-

⚪️Costume-

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?-

⚪️Alias-

⚪️Weapons-

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech-

⚪️Physical Weaknesses-

⚪️Fears-

⚪️Motivations-

⚪️Why do they do what they do?-

⚪️Mental/Emotional weaknesses-

⚪️Rivals-

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes-

⚪️Do they have a known quote?-

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?-

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?-

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?-

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?-

⚫️There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items,who and what do they bring?-

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?-

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?-

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? We’re they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?-

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?-

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?-

⚫️Where do they put there clothes when there dirty?-

⚫️Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?-

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?-

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?-

⚫️do they re read books they already have?-

⚫��if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?-

⚫️What song would they listen to on repeat?-

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?-

⚫️Do they crack there joints?-

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?-

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?-

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?-

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower?

⚫️Do they daydream?-

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?-

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?-

⚫️Do they indulge in anything?-

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?-

⚫️ if they’re alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?-

⚫️ if they’re lost what is the first thing they do?-

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them?

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?-

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?-

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Brief run down of an important moment for the character, can be anything-

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Short run down of there storyline-

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Something something about color bearing past scars and wounds from previous killers that he refuses to heal, and killer thinking things with nightmare weren’t “that bad,” but if they were, they surely the other hims weren’t that different than Nightmare—using colors wounds and scarring as prove—and yet color still forgave and trusted killer, and color insisting that was different, that was happened between him and the others is different than what Nightmare did to killer.

[galaxy-lilies]

Mg. Indie G. Lillies, I beg thee to please send the sketch and the lore dump.

(for context this is in the oc universe @star-captain cooked up and introduced to me way back when and we've just been building it since)

so there's this alien species called starborns that have a chance of being born when a star is made (thus their name) and they can be a multitude of different colors, they have white hair + star freckles, they don't need to breathe oxygen and bleed silver blood, however if their inner cores are disrupted by the gravity/gravitational pull of another planet it could cause their form to break down and die.

for shits and giggles avon and i were like "lmao what if the hermits were in this universe" and then boom, starborn Scar. we're still not sure what he did before he got onto the, well, Hermit craft (it's like a big ol ship where a bunch of mini ships can park/stay) but we do know when he was born, he was hurtling through space, got a liiiiittle too close to a sun, and crash landed and/or was rescued by folks who were able to make his initial prosthetics for his right arm and legs

thus began his journey planet hopping and exploring, he was growing out his hair a la s9 elf Scar style so by the time he ran into Cub it was long. Cub at this point was a mercenary too + a warden hybrid and when he captured Scar, the starborn kept on escaping his cell and messing with him. It wasnt until after 1) Cub realized that the bounty on Scar was to capture him for a cause he didnt agree with (trafficking), 2) the two start traveling together, and 3) when they finally stumble across the Hermit does Scar ask Cub to help him cut his hair

(Grian taking a look at what Scar is doing on the monitor)

But the main doodle I drew last night was before all of that, when the days of mercenary work, betrayals, and hurt had yet to reach Scar, and all he wanted to do was explore.

his design is probably gonna change a bit but yee yee, base lore, hope that ramble made sense

[habitual-creatures]

It still doesn't feel right to sleep alone...

But I don't remember what or WHO I had with me before...

(( aughhh mod got hit with another wave of missing Steph and instead of trying to just SLEEP I decided to make this. I dunno why. but it exists. soooooo... yep. ))

[palskippah]

Hi! Drew this based over a scene in Santa Clarita Diet bc Abby's relationship with her parents is so funny but also it's clear that she loves them aaa

Anyways, every once in a while Cyrus realizes that his other dad is actually cooler than he gives him credit for sjdfksj

Under the cut are some more thoughts!

-Btw I hope you get the 'of course' wink sjdkfjs

>My mom always does it whenever I ask a question that could only use a 'yes' as an answer, instead of nodding or talking and I think it's cool sjkdf (I don't use it bc I'm very uncoordinated, imagine I accidentally double wink or do the frog blink 😭)

-Cyrus is often so mean to him that whenever he's genuinely nice, sometimes Ambrosius' suspicious and wondering if he's being sarcastic or mocking him, even if Cyrus tries to tell him that it's nothing of that and he means it

>Like that scene in Santa Clarita Diet where Abby compliments her parents and they stare for a few seconds all seriously and then one says, don't listen to her honey, we did great (and it reminded me so much of that one scene in the comic with Ballister and Ambrosius sjdkfjs)

>This one:

>I really wanna redraw it like the scene in the show. Ballister going good job and Ambrosius just staring very calculating, and then going, don't listen to him, men, we DID get him >:(

-Also drew this because ever since Cyrus has been born Ambrosius couldn't help but feel that his son just knew that he wasn't a good person, the way he was always frowning at him (that's just his face, like Ballister's) and when he grows up, he seems to not like him much either pipipi

>Anyways one day (being a moody teenager) Cyrus says the typical I hate you, dad!!! D:< and locks himself in his room and Ambrosius' like, D':

>He's always mean too but that's just his teenager personality, sarcastic and stuff and Ballister doesn't take it personal because he knows his son is just like that (hopefully for the meanwhile, until he grows out of it), Ambrosius knows too but he's more sensitive and can't help taking it a bit personal 😔

-Also I got another idea for a small comic based over a kdrama I watched, where the daughter (the oldest of the two siblings) blamed herself over her dad leaving their family, and hated him for leaving too and many things, just very complicated.

>And aaa imagine Cyrus just never saying it but knowing that both of his dads' lives would've been different if he hadn't been born. Like maybe all of Ballister's plans to overthrow the Institute and stuff took longer, and some phases in his plan had to be put in hold because of him and stuff.

>Also for a while he feels like Ballister is bound to Ambrosius for life because of him (little did he know that those two would've been around each other their whole lives anyways, even if he never existed sjdkfs) then he realizes that they actually like and love each other, and then they try having something, or smth, and then he's like oh :) because seeing both of your parents loving each other and getting along is a very nice feeling (I've been told, idk from first-hand experience🧍 cries)

>Actually, I drew this unfinished thing about that, based over another scene in the kdrama I mentioned, where the daughter says, after being told that if her parents hadn't met, she wouldn't have been born, that it'd would've been for the better.

>I know the writing is terrible but Cyrus' complaining about Ambrosius and ending his rant with 'I wish they just hadn't met at all', and Nimona saying that she used to feel the same, but then realized that Cyrus wouldn't have been born, and Cyrus was supposed to say next, 'maybe that would've been better' and then Nimona doesn't answer and just stares at him wwhwh

-AND of course it's not Cyrus' fault that Ballister decided to have him, but he still has the feeling of having messed up his dad's life, and let's say that Ballister realizes for whatever reasons his feelings, connecting dots and stuff.

>So, imagine a conversation where he's saying very reassuringly, Meeting your father and later having you is one of the best things that had happened to me, or something like that. And Cyrus is resolutely not looking at him, but his eyes are getting teary, even if he feigns not acknowledging Ballister's words because how embarrassing, and how vulnerable he feels, but also he feels so relieved and loved too.

>And he doesn't know what to do with the feelings, also being a teenager with no feelings is his thing, y'know, so he's like, Just so you know, I'm not crying over what you said, I don't care about that, something just got in my eye- and Ballister just smiles because his son is terrible at communicating his feelings, but it's okay and he gets it, and just says, of course, let me get it out for you, and then he wipes Cyrus' tears and Cyrus gets a tad bit more teary but it's fine because his dad doesn't mind wiping some more tears wiwiiw

>(projecting so much into him bc when I watched that one scene in the show I cried bc I've felt the way the protagonist did (now I know better tho, I'm the coolest thing to happen to my mom yippiee) and it's a very ugly feeling, so of course I'm giving it to a character whwehw)

Anyways, that's it! I love them so much, I hope to make some more comics about the thingies I said above sjkdfd

[tricoufamily]

i didn't even play the pack i got distracted by the apply to all button

[sergle]

I think my favorite thing about doing ginger red hair instead of cherry red hair is: lying to people about it

[reblog-house]

Some things can change.

[gophergal]

Kids being kids

[butchtifalockhart]

“wow, cloud and tifa have such a fascinating dynamic! trauma-bonding as the sole survivors of a horrific massacre while also not having actually seen each other in years is such a cool way to explore trauma and growth! i wonder what people are saying about them online! :D”

what people are saying about them online, every time, without fail:

[dailykugisaki]

Day 127 | id in alt

They hangin out on a building fr.

[i-am-a-fan]

“The Crowning of the Sun”

Supposedly the second part of this art work.

[undertheniall]

Korol Rezni/King of Scars

[liquidstar]

i finally finished alternate outfit designs for my ocs :) well these five at least lol

ill put the individual frames under the cut!