#<-personal gender tag. when it's not the one with a question mark. very out of date tag

[freckliedan]

such a hard handshake emoji on the dans curves deeply impacting my gender front. you always just get it

anon this js us right now

[nightlyrequiem]

hiya!! ^_^

zoinks!!! Gender-specific request!!!! 😵‍💫 fem!reader :3

lounge singer!reader x val, where theyre both mutually pining because teehee!! and then one night reader sings 'Valerie' by amy winehouse and mark ronson (?? I think) and val immediately decides its for her!!!! 😈

then val confronts reader and shes (reader) is like 'yeah i did that hehe' and they engage in ..... uhhhh!!! lesbianism!!!! :P

i plucked this idea off of @jooseboxxe!!! All credits due fourth (ФωФ)

thank youuu!!!!! 💫💫

-🃏🌀⭐️

Had a lot fun writing this. I'm almost done the first chapter for the actual lounge singer fic!!! it won't be like this, not exactly anyway. Excited for that :3

I love when women engage in lesbianism. Maybe I'm just biased though

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Lounge Singer Reader, Mutual Pining, Referenced Sex, Sexual Tension, Confessions

Valerie

Valeria isn't the type of person to keep other people around for very long. Unless they can continuously prove themselves to be useful, she will drop them without a second thought. For so long she tried to come up with reasons as to why you were useful to her. You weren't benefiting her cartel, weren't a foot soldier, didn't have any information. She wanted any reason at all because an actual reason meant it wasn't because she was falling for you.

As she watches you sing on stage, highlighted under a light glow in a shimmery dress that shows off some of her favourite features, she knows that she has fallen. Valeria hates herself a little for it. For letting herself get so attached. Maybe it could be justified - not be her fault - if you two were sleeping together. It happened only once. When Valeria had stayed late to check inventory and clean the bar herself. A break from the cartel. You had stayed late with her. A few too many drinks in both systems and the rest is a memory. One she thinks of often.

Nothing had happened since. You were friendly and actively sought her out for casual conversation, not a thing people do regularly, and she didn't mind. In fact, she liked talking to you. Your voice was as smooth and soft when you weren't singing. You are different to the people from her world. Not hardened and malicious. Just a woman with a voice and a passion. She rests her chin in her palm and closes her eyes, allowing your voice to wash over her and drown out all other sounds. The way your voice raises and lilts on certain notes reminds her of when she had you under her. crying out a similar melody.

If it were just sexual, Valeria would be fine. She tries to tell herself that her preoccupation is just that, but she knows better than to actually believe it. While she wouldn't mind having your legs hung around her shoulders again, she also wouldn't mind taking you to dinner. Hearing you laugh at something funny she said. Laying next to you and falling asleep. Learning your passions and fears. You feel so far away and unobtainable despite staying late most nights lates just to talk to her. Asking her all kinds of questions like you actually have any interest in what she's saying. You even remembered her birthday. Even remembered that she doesn't like cake, so you bought her an expensive bottle of chardonnay instead.

The soothing lull of your voice fades when you finish your song, and she opens her eyes. Admiring and envying the easy smile gracing your lips. She doesn't recognize the song you begin to sing. Upbeat and longing. Her heart stutters when you sing 'Valerie' for a split second she thinks it's her name. You look past the other patrons, right to her. Staring so intensely that she thinks even though the name is off by a letter, you are singing about her.

It's hard to focus on the rest of the performance because all she can think about is that you're singing for her.

The night crawls to an end and she can't close up the bar any faster. Valeria is desperately, and pathetically hoping, that this is one of the nights you stay late. She wipes down the same counter with distracted repetition. Casting impatient glances towards the dressing rooms where you disappeared to. Soon enough, you emerge from the dark hall, still in your dress, fine jewelry glinting around your wrists and neck. Valeria glances away.

You walk up to her and take a seat at the bar. 

"What'd you think of the show?" You inquire.

"It was good." Valeria says, setting down the rag. "It's always good."

You smile. "Yes, you always seem to think so."

"What was the last song you sang?" Valeria asks. Giving you a look from the corner of her eye while she cleans glasses.

You stare back. "Valerie." You say.

"Valerie." She repeats. She sets down the glass and looks at you. "I don't like tiptoeing around people, and I don't like it when people play games with me."

Yor smile falters, shifting into something more confused.

"... what?"

Valeria frowns. "Did you sing that for me?" 

She watched you shuffle, eyes darting away from hers. "I did." You say without hesitation.

"Why?" She presses.

"What do you mean 'why?'" You scoff. Eyes snapping back to hers. Something familiar dances in them. "I like you. I thought that was obvious."

It was obvious. To anyone it would've been obvious. However as much as Valeria isn't the type of person to keep other people around, she's also not the type of person to be kept. She's attractive, and rich, and has the allure of power but under that shiny wrapping paper is something rotten. Valeria isn't something you can just say you 'like'. Something so innocent and juvenile. You either haven't gotten the chance to see beneath that exterior or there's something wrong with you.

You chew the inside of your cheek waiting for her to respond. Disappointment flashes across your face.

"You don't like me back." You say. 

"... I wish I didn't." Valeria admits, her voice carefully flat. Her words look like they sting. The room is quiet and tense. Valeria can't take it anymore. Slowly, she walks around the counter, circling you like a predator. You turn your head, tracking her. It's smart to not have your back to her.

She comes to a stop in front of you. Eyes scanning your face for something. Whether or not she finds what she's looking for doesn't matter. Valeria grabs ahold of your arms and pulls you into a searing kiss. Fingers dinging into your skin like she hates you. Her tongue meets yours with aggression. You give in without a fight. Pulling her closer to you, feeling the hard and soft lines of her body against yours. She pushes you against the counter and you use your hands to lift yourself up. Letting her step between your legs. You lock your ankles behind her back to keep her close to you, like if you don't she'll get scared off and leave.

She clumsily paws at you through your clothes like she's never touched a woman before. grabbing at your breasts and waist. You pant into each other's mouths like animals. Pent up from holding yourselves back from doing what you've been wanting to do. Your own hands explore her like it's the first time again. Roaming over her biceps and back. Grabbing at her firm ass. Being one again is the only thing that feels right. Natural.

"Um..." 

Valeria jumps and pulls away, wiping away a string of saliva connecting her mouth to yours. Her gaze darkens and your glad the look isn't directed at you as she glares over her shoulder at the intruder.

"What?" She snaps. Her body blocks you from view of whoever it is that interrupted you. A fact that you're glad for.

"Sorry... just... there's an issue at one of the-the warehouses. Diego needs your help." The man splutters. Either embarrassed at having walked in on such an intimate moment, or fear from the look Valeria is giving him. Maybe both.

Valeria hesitates. Like she's tempted to send him away so she can continue. She runs a hand through her dark hair and reluctantly lets go of you.

"Yeah, okay I'll check it out." She says gruffly. The man takes his cue and leaves swiftly. Valeria turns back to look at you. There's a glimmer of that previous heat but her expression has softened.

"... Do you actually like me?" She asks, staring at you unblinkingly. It almost makes you uncomfortable but you can't look away. "Or do you just want to fuck me?"

You wet your lips. "Can't it be both?" You murmur. "Maybe I want to fuck you because I like you."

Valeria considers your answer.

"Then let me take you out on a date." She orders.

Your heart swells. The rush of endorphins making you feel slightly giddy. "Well, if I have to..."

Valeria scoffs and leans down, kissing you softly. "I'll see you tomorrow." She murmurs. Pulling away and leaving you to sit in the empty bar alone.

[kieonu]

boyfie! yuta okkotsu x cosplayer! reader

gender-neutral reader

category: sfw, fluff(?), yuta's a very supportive bf !!

cw: none !!

boyfie! yuta who was surprised when you told him you're a cosplayer. he just came over to your place one day in the early stages of your relationship, unannounced, and had a question mark on his head when you opened the door in full cosplay

boyfie! yuta who admires and compliments you every time you cosplay. sparkles and hearts fill his eyes as he watches you parade around your place in cosplay. he wonders how he's gotten such an attractive s/o

boyfie! yuta who learns the rules of photography to assist you in taking your cosplay photos. he's willing to do whatever it takes to help you get the shots you like ! even if it does make him look silly in public (he's definitely feeling embarrassed), but it's worth it !! 

boyfie! yuta who works on creating small photoshoot sets for you. he works as if he's getting paid for quality work and not by the hour. wanna do a simple underwater shoot for just your upper body? he's got you. he's watched enough cosplay tip videos beforehand just for this. although this, there are some times where he physically cannot create an entire set for you, so he'll contribute to renting out a studio just for these shoots !! 

boyfie! yuta who gets jealous easily. after the first few times you've cosplayed a couple with another cosplayer, his heart couldn't handle it anymore. he then offered to cosplay couples with you !! he'll cosplay no matter the character and costume details (need me someone like this </3) 

boyfie! yuta who feels awkward posing as a couple in character whilst getting photos taken. he eventually warms up and gets used to taking photos, though he's still very shy

boyfie! yuta always attends conventions and cosplay events with you. he's there to hold whatever you purchase (he's your #1 gofer) and have whatever you need. water? of course he's got it. a piece of your costume keeps slipping? he's got tape for a quick fix !! a solo cosplayer wants to take a photo with you? he'll take the photo !! truly the best support boyfriend ever

boyfie! yuta who's eyes widen and feels a little sense of panic when someone asks him for a photo. his nerves calm and agrees when he sees you smile at him, encouraging him to take the photo. if they ask him for his socials (most likely to tag him in the photo once they post it later), he'll give them your social. he's gotta support his partner as much as he can, even if it means giving people a different person's social. close enough though, right? 

boyfie! yuta who would slip away while you're in the bathroom at the convention to buy something you were eyeing earlier. he then runs back to the bathroom just so you don't suspect him to have wandered off

"why are you breathing so heavily?" 

"it got a little hot here earlier as a large wave of people walked by. it seems to have calmed down though so no worries ("⌒▽⌒) ". totally not because he ran across the cramped artist alley, nooooo.. he would give you what he bought you when you guys get home and have a little haul for the day. he'd also be just as excited over the things you bought

boyfie! yuta who walks behind you to make sure no creeps try to take weird photos of you as they pass by. don't worry about him getting lost though, he's holding your hand :D. for a pretty shy guy, he likes to hold your hand in public to show that you already have a lover and anyone else can back off

boyfie! yuta who secretly takes photos of you while walking or when you're staring off somewhere after the convention. walking to a restaurant nearby? he's snapped a photo of you. your resting on the railing on a balcony? he took the perfect photo that he'll later set as his lockscreen

boyfie! yuta who loves his s/o so much and would do anything for them. he loves supporting you in anything you do !!

nsfw edition here

[edajcheel]

ASS, BOOBS, OR THIGHS?

Summary: Which of three is in their favor?

Character(s): Jade L. & Floyd L.

Gender of MC: Female

TAGS: Suggestive, perhaps a little misspellings and grammar mistakes, blood, biting, marking, bruising.

Image does not belong to me.

☆.｡.: 𝐽𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝑐𝒉

Honestly, you took him by surprise when you asked him such a question while he was on his shift. "How relevant is this inquiry to you?"

Admittedly, you were the most amusement to him during his whole shift.

It was getting dull and quite boring since there were no special customers to deal with.

He decided to amuse your curiosity just as you to him. He has a soft spot for anything easy to the touch, as in, meaty and gelatinous objects. Something that's squishy and is soft.

Technically, that could apply to all three. But, he is also captivated by how thighs feel when their meaty, and squishy.

Behind closed doors, he likes to lend all his attention towards them. He likes littering little pecks, and small kitten-licks on them. Especially when you fumble over your words and get all hot and bothered. It's so easy to get on your nerves, how endearing.

Ohoho, now don't get so antsy. While his brother and himself have differing preferences, they also have similarities to follow along with that.

Jade's been listening on Floyd's rambles recently. He perked up when the topic suddenly went to.. he quote, "biting into Shrimpy's little legs."

He's been contemplating the idea since then, biting into the prefect's thigh? How scandalous you are, Floyd. Truthfully, he couldn't put the idea aside after his brother mentioned it.

Jade isn't shameful about it either, rather, he finds it intriguing. He already knows that merfolk and land dwellers have very different anatomy and different strengths and weaknesses. But he wonders several questions...

What would your reaction be? How would you feel? Just in the span of seconds after he sinks his teeth into your thigh. He wants to see little tinkles of blood dripping down so he could lick you clean.

Hmm.. Floyd's suggestion does sound tempting, perhaps he should try it out personally himself.

❃.✮:▹ ғʟᴏʏᴅ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜ

Squishy, and soft objects isn't just Jade's thing.

Floyd is shamelessly into fatty and fleshy things. He won't hesitate saying so. He loves the extra fat and squish that comes when he squeezes it.

"Aah? Shrimpy wants me to choose between those three?"

He likes all three cause their very squeezable, and you have the right amount of flesh and meat in all of them.. buuuuuuut–

He's definitely a very dedicated, and crazy boob man.

Yes, sometimes you find him cheating on your boobs by rubbing his face on your thighs or randomly GROPING you by the butt in the hallways just to see you get all mad and flustered for his own enjoyment.

But all parts of Shrimpy's body needs love and attention!

He shows his love to Shrimpy's boobs too, so they won't feel left out. He likes planting his head on them whenever he had a rough day of scolding by Azul, or got forced into eating one of Jade's dumb mushrooms, or even a bad day in general!

Ahh.. Floyd really loves marking you and biting you on your chest. He loves the purple bruising and bite marks after he's done. Especially your struggling. He loves it. It's so cute and adorable of shrimpy.

After both of you are tired out, or more like your tired. Your chest is littered with his teeth markings and there are a few bruises, it's not an emergency though! He didn't do it that hard.

He knows shrimpy is veeery fragile, but he couldn't help himself. He'll give you allowance to his personal stash to make it up, there's macarons, gummies, hard candies, cookies, and anything sweet

He really goes crazy for your boobs. Whether small or big, it doesn't matter. He loves them and will continue to love them. So remember to button your shirt correctly.

Maann, all this talk got Floyd riled up, and it's all Shrimpy's fault. Be grateful that he answered your question and give him a hand in appreciation.

A/N: I really enjoyed doing this one. It was super fun. I hope I didn't get tooooo into it. mannnn jade and Floyd's characters don't disappoint. I love them so muhchchchch

[pluppsauthor]

Character Profile Tag

Thank you to @willtheweaver for the tag!

I've seen a few of these and been tagged before I think, but this'll be my first one. To start it off, I'm doing Dusk from Frequency: Forsaken. (Copy/paste questions at bottom)

Full name: Dusk / Ralillith Tiro / Forsaken Fiend

Age: 19 (at the start of the story)

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance: Dusk stands at 178 centimetres, his build is fairly thin, but he is still very fit and physically strong. His skin is a slightly pale sand colour and is covered with a few notable scars and no tattoos or other markings. He has a small vertical scar on the right side of his mouth and a thin horizontal scar around the middle of his neck. His eyes lack colour and are instead reflective like the surface of a mirror. His hair (at the start of story) reaches to the middle of his back, it's natural colour is black but there are streaks of pure, snow-white from his roots to his tips.

Occupation: None (start of story) / Face/head of the New Season.

Family: N/A

Best friend: Zenith Freydra

Pets: N/A

Describe their room: Since Dusk doesn't need to sleep, his room is very bare-bones. It generally only contains a desk, shelf, and a few training dummies. He also doesn't tend to stay in one place for very long, and although he does eventually get a permanent place of residence, that isn't for a while in the story.

Items in their bag/purse: Dusk doesn't need much, so he carries only useful supplies, such as navigational aids, means of note taking such as a journal, as well as carrying the others' supplies. He doesn't need to carry food, water, bedrolls, or anything relating to those items, so his pack is generally light.

Hobbies: Dusk tends to have a lot of free time when not exploring or travelling. He never gathered any hobbies throughout his childhood (since he didn't have much of a childhood). He does spend most of his free time reading, or training if he doesn't have proper access to reading material.

Favourite sport: Dusk, personally, has no real attachment to sports. His favourite would likely be whatever he is good at, so something in the realm of fencing, sword fighting, or boxing.

Abilities / talents / powers: Dusk, like most characters in my Frequency series, has a Frequency (tl;dr, superpower). His Frequency allows him to create objects out of light. Due to his connection to the runes (and a few other things), it isn't limited to that. For example, he can tell if someone's lying (i.e. a walking lie detector).

Some more mundane talents of his: Due to his past, and natural talent, he is extremely adaptable in combat. He hasn't been trained in every form of combat or weapon, but he is able to use whatever he can to the same effectiveness. He is also good at giving speeches.

Relationships: Dusk has two romantic/sexual relationship throughout Forsaken. Other than that, his allies/friends include:

Members of the New Season (Zenith, Dawn, Kyr, and Ino), Viridis, the Titan Family.

His enemies include:

Reven, Everden Family, Aurora Family, and the Daemons.

Fears: Forgetting, being forgotten, heights, jellyfish

Faults: Stubborn, self-doubtful, spiteful, believes himself to be the one to carry the heaviest of burdens

Good points: Resourceful, adaptable, loving/trusting of those close to him

What they want more than anything else: To be free of burden and prosecution. (I.e. to have no one pushing him around or wanting to kill him and knowing he can live his life in peace).

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This took a bit to fill out, but it was fun nonetheless! If you have any follow-up questions about Dusk, feel free to ask!

No pressure tagging @leahpardo-pa-potato, @tildeathiwillwrite, @mk-writes-stuff, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @honeybewrites, and open tag!

---copy/past questions---

Full name: Age: Gender: Species: Appearance: Occupation: Family: Best friend: Pets: Describe their room: Items in their bag/purse: Hobbies: Favourite sport: Abilities/talents/powers: Relationships: Fears: Faults: Good points: What they want more than anything else:

[thatuselesshuman]

Character Introduction: Zero

So uh in the spirit of everyone knowing what the fuck I'm ever talking about, I've decided a character Introduction was in order!

*<- will be used to mark plot details that will be explained at the end of the post

Disclaimer: Bro goes through shit

Name: Zero (originally Kian Whittaker)

Gender: Man

Sexuality: He's fallen in love with one person in his life and then got traumatized out of ever falling for someone again (within the canon time frame)

Age: 634 years old, but he looks like 2 days over 19

Appearance: emo He has chin length pitch black hair, most of it tied up in a bun for a half up half down look. His skin is pale. The top half of his face is mostly covered by a black ornate mask, but you can just see his bright white eyes. He's thin and only 5'10 (but will still kick ass). He has what looks like a black choker at first, but black tendrils spread down from it through his body that look oddly like wires.

Outfit: He wears black pants, a black cropped zip jacket (typically unzipped) with a black shirt under it, and standard issue black combat boots. The jacket and pants have white accents, and the jacket has a white X* across the back. A couple of seemingly normal swords can be seen hanging from his hips. Under his shirt, a small silver chain with two rings on it (one simply engraved and one with floral detailing) hangs.

Personality: He seems very unapproachable (purposely) but if you have a strong enough personality to push past the bullshit he's actually pretty witty and funny.

Affinity: He can control a dark energy, usually used to form 2 twin scythes. His other powers include immortality (the not dying of old age +longer time you can go without necessities kind) and the ability to sense his surroundings. No one lives long enough when confronted to learn his other two powers

Rank: Archreaper**

Public Backstory: Very little is known about Zero, as most people aren't even sure he's fully human. Only one thing is known for sure, he's old enough to rival the country itself. No one knows where he comes from or even what his face actually looks like. Some swear that he was born from shadows and the day he returns to them is the mark of the end.

Real Backstory: (pictures, cause I ain't transferring all that—read the pics from last -> first)

Other fun tidbits:

The ‘choker’ is a control device. It can cause immense unstoppable pain, prevent Zero from taking his own life, and cause every one of his muscles to seize up. It can also send poison to his brain in different doses, either making him lethargic or straight up killing him

He was born with only the whites of his eyes (no pupil or iris) so he can't see. Brother is blind if not for the sight-adjacent thing his Affinity does

*The X is the only required part of the 'uniform' for Archreapers. Archreapers must display the stars (markers of achievement/rank signifiers) they have on the back of their uniform. An X = 500 or more stars.

**Archreapers are the second highest rank in the military, the first being the general. Because of their high rank, they are allowed to wear whatever they want. There are only 9 Archreapers in service at each time, and you have to be specially selected (and exceptionally strong) to become one. After Archreapers are selected, they replace their name with whatever number they were replacing. Their old name is erased from everything and they are banned to ever go by anything other than their number, unless for a mission.

Well, that seems like that's it. If you have any questions, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK MEEEEE WHETHER ABOUT THE CHARACTER OR THE WORLD OR IDC

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[i-have-dots-in-my-brain]

ayup mates, its me (that one fucking guy that shows up in your fever dreams to offer you garlic bread then fucks off into the void) (i think you need to get a therapist btw)

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if you wanna find my (mostly serious) art, check out @dots-in-my-head (send me asks and dms on this blog) also i have started putting fandom stuff there too so if you want to get my fandom doodles you can look to there as well

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will not draw smut or NSFW bcs i will start howling with racous laughter and melt. (i don;t even read smut in fic dude what do expect me to be able to draw im a cartoonish obviously anime style inspired semi-realism but not really shitty doodle artist you put your hopes too high if you think i can draw a dick without making it look like a piece of middle school desk graffiti)

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am currently inbetween fandoms, fandoms i am (kind of) active in are hetalia, scp, dnd, genshin, pjo, bg3, apothecary diaries, jrwi riptide and csm (list is prone to updating because fandom is my support system) (you wont see my art for most of them but the brainworms are there and sometimes i let them take over)

old fandoms or the fandoms i lurk in (i visit them often): eddsworld, demon slayer, pokemon, vocaloid and wof. (also prone to updates as i remember stuff)

note : i am still in school and have a life outside the internet so stuff will be delayed (which is why i am only kind of active) (i go missing sometimes i am not dead life is just lifing for me)

Do not say anything about how cringe I am I know trust me (it’s a coping mechanism lol)

if you're concerned, you're very right to be. I am very incoherent (most of my life updates have actually devolved into cries for help, please talk to me)

also if you don't like my art or ships just leave(any critique about anything i make shoots a bazooka straight into my heart and behind the screen i crumble into a cartoonish pile of ashes and bones as i stare at the screen blurred by tears) (unless I ask for critique then i brought this on myself and i’ll walk it off don't worry)

(Both of my personas)

My flags (might be updated)

[the-atlantis-project]

Tag Game: Character Profile

Rules: fill out the information for one of your OCs!

Thanks for the tag @floralmusings !

I'm gonna do this for Endeavor Amadeo, because he's my favorite character in The Atlantis Project.

I'll tag @waxflowerwoes @roabythecow1 @goldfinchwrites !! But if anyone else sees it feel free to do it and tag me when you do!

Full Name: Endeavor Arlo Amadeo.

Nicknames: Doc, Arlo.

Species: Human.

Age: 26-30ish (I don't think I ever set a formal age).

Gender: Male.

Appearance: I always "cast" an actor that like, emulates the characters face well, so that actor is Ben Wishaw. But more specifically Arlo is 5'7. He's got a willowy build. Dark hair color, usually kept longer to avoid the reminder of his military service. Green eyes. He has a pitted and rather dramatic scar across his neck where a bullet entered and exited.

Occupation: Historian/Archaeologist. Mostly works in a research capacity. He was a soldier during the war. (World War II, for context).

Family: Mother (died), Father (died).

Pets: None.

Best Friend: None? Maybe John Issac, when they are on the ship.

Describe Their Room: He has a standard (temporary) living situation on the ship which is really the most referenced thing. But his apartment is only mentioned once at the beginning. It's very cluttered and homey, full of books and things like that.

Way of Speaking: Arlo cannot speak due to his injury so he mostly communicates through ASL/BSL. On occassion when he does speak it's very breathy and painful.

Physical Characteristics: Scar, as mentioned. He has four tattoos, that are meant to be his connection to his Atlantean ancestors. He has one on the inside of his wrist that is his family connection, another that is a mark of what his magic is, and then two more i haven't specifically defined.

Items in their bag/purse: He always has a notebook with him to write down what he needs to say when the interpreter isn't there. He usually has his camera, as well as a magnifying glass and various small tools.

Hobbies: He's a nerd, so research. He draws too, and is pretty good at that.

Favorite Sport: None.

Abilities/Talents/Powers: So excited about this question, so Arlo has a watered down version of his ancestors ability to divine the future. More specifically he has the ability to see peoples "threads of life" which are threads that follow people around and are a specific color that matches the person whose thread it is. These form tapestries, that look almost like cloaks on peoples shoulders. If Arlo concentrates, he can ignore the tapestries, but he always sees the threads. If he were to grab a hold of someone he would see flashes of their life, whether past or future. Later in the book this becomes more powerful.

Relationships (how they are with other people): He's okay with other people. He doesn't really like being around people, because he's found they have very little patience for his inability to speak. But when he starts sharing about his research and things, he gets very excited and "chatty" (aka, signs a lot).

Fears: No idea. Death probably.

Faults: He's definetly a bit, trusting at times. Especially with people who have the "okay" from other people. He struggles with PTSD and has an inability to take care of himself. He would rather help every other person in the world rather than himself.

Good Points: He is an optimist.

What they want more than anything: To find Atlantis.

[champion-of-hermes]

Hi there!! Im Jess!! I recently found this app and Lass said I should try it :)

OoC: Hii!! I had a weird idea one day about an Avengers-like team but they were the Champions of the Olympians, so, I present to you Jess Mercier, Champion of Hermes!

Lore:

Age: 14

Gender: male

Appearance: is the pfp:) This image was created with Picrew’s “PotatoLord’s Persona Creator“!!

(Yes, this is a different character but it’s the same picrew I used lol)

Abilities: speed, enhanced dexterity and flexibility/reflexes, silver tongue, pathfinder’s instinct, carries the Mark of Hermes

Relations: Hermes(is kinda like a father/mentor), Straton(Champion of Zeus, also like a father figure), Lass(Champion of Dionysus, a guardian figure), Lyra(Champion of Aphrodite), Ajax(Champion of Ares), Chayton(Champion of Hephaestus), Delphine(Champion of Poseidon), Elara(Champion of Athena), Aelius(Champion of Apollo), Amara(Champion of Artemis), and Calista(Champion of Hera). ((Woah, that was a lot😭))

Personally: kinda think of him like Leo from Heroes of Olympus and Hermes from Epic the Musical :) Jess very much is a wanna-be 80s kid

Background: Jess was living on the streets and survived by stealing and shoplifting. There would be a day where Jess tried to pickpocket from someone he thought was an oblivious man, but was really Hermes. Jess would soon find Straton, a son of Thor, and Straton would take Jess under his wing. Jess would meet all the other Champions(listed above), and being the youngest, would look up to most of them, especially Straton, Lass, Lrya, and Aelius.

(There’s more but I’m too lazy to explain rn)

Edit: I forgot to add that in my storyline Jess does die! He comes back after a little bit- but when I decide it’s time then I’ll make a post, then I’ll focus more on my other accounts, then I’ll come back and have Jess explain his time in the afterlife

Rules

-NOTHING NSFW: both mod of the account and the oc are minors.

-DON’T ASK MOD TOO PERSONAL QUESTIONS: I don’t feel like this is gonna be a problem but it’s good to get it out there lol

That’s it! Mod will talk in purple, or in the tags. Jess will talk in blue.

My other accounts: @copia-is-best and @the-goddess-of-chaos-eris

[fatherly-tiger]

RULES:

NO NSFW!

The admin [SHE/THEY] is uncomfortable with it! You can make some jokes here and there but please don’t drag it out! Or make it weird-

Try and use tone tags!

Not the most important- this is mainly for the admin, who struggles with social cues over text

This is a BSD oc account; might not be fully accurate to canon!

The timelines and stuff might be all over the place, please don’t mind it!!

ROLEPLAYS ARE FREE TO HAPPEN!! QUESTIONS ALSO HAPPILY CAN BE ASKED!!

When Admin is talking, they will use `OOC: text`

ADMIN’S SHITPOST BLOG: @bsdbrainrottime

OC INFO BELOW:

Name: THE SERAPHIM

[Real name unknown]

Age: 46, might as well be at 47

Gender: Agender [ALL PRONOUNS]

Sexuality: Gay [NwlNw]

Height: 6’5

Body Type: Broad, masculine build but with a smaller waist and wider hips.

Birthday: June 21st

Affiliation: The Guild

Occupation: Former Bartender of the guild but still is the Plan foreseer, currently is managing the orphanage (where Atsushi stayed in) in Yokohama after he got legal rights after the director’s death. They also own a lot of businesses around the world

Ethnicity: Blasian [Black and Indian]

Voice Claim: Jing Yuan, Honkai Star Rail

Personality: Fatherly and gentle, She is the type of person you go for advice.He is a parental figure to all, and is very sweet and patient. She’s very joyous and sweet, a bright smile always on their face; they’re also very good at handling children, and is known as the ‘Mother’ to most of the orphans.

But even with these qualities, they aren’t always like this; it’s mostly a mask, although their intentions are genuine. Since he is in the guild, he does whatever they ask and is needed, from seeing plans are going well to even executing people. He is also an extreme risk taker when it comes to himself. She can be a little silly though, dad puns here and there and she parents a lot- it’s hard to get her angry as well, due to his patience. Which is good, it is said better to be on their good side. He is said to be incredibly cunning and manipulative. He's a morally gray character with his own motivation.

Physical Disabilities: None really

Mental Disabilities/Disorders: Anxiety, PTSD

Ability: ‘LIFELINE OF A FELINE’

Ability description: Lifeline of a Feline gives them the power of time. It also gave him a tiger head on the back of his human one; which only appears when he needs to use his ability [It says as hair until he activates his ability, the hair molding into a tiger head as he turns his head 180]

His ability is also a related to the YIN of Yin-Yang, where the Yin is mostly represented by a tiger- therefore a tiger motif on him.

The ability only activates when the tiger head is in control. The Seraphim is still the tiger head, but it’s harder to control with the more tiger-like instincts of the tiger appearing, which makes it a challenge. He cannot hold it for too long as he might lose his sense of humanity and go rogue. He can foresee flickers of the future and use time to his advantage. This ability also gives them inhumane looks, such as sharp claws, blackened hands, two tiger tails, and tiger eyes [HORNS ARE FAKE, NOT PART OF THE ABILITY!!]

BACKSTORY HINTS:

Not much details were found on The Seraphim, but it is said that they were treated as if ‘higher than humans’, in a way, dehumanising them from who they are. There is sneaking suspicion that their ability might be passed down instead.

Some files that could have been retrieved also said he had a daughter, which has no mention after 6 months, she is assumed to be dead.

WELL KNOWN ACQUAINTANCES:

•LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

•EDGAR ALLAN POE

•FRANCIS SCOTT FITZGERALD

•MARK TWAIN

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS? [OOC: CAN BE FIRST MEET]:

•THE AGENCY

[OOC: FATHERLY FIGURE TO ATSUSHI IN MY AU!!]

•THE MAFIA (SHE DISLIKES THEM, IT IS TO BE ASSUMED; CONSIDERING THE TREATMENT OF CHILDREN THERE)

FUN FACT!:

•They own a tiger sanctuary in their backyard!

•Rich as hell, on par with Francis who he knew as a kid

•Was there when Lucy and Poe first joined, was their guide

•Morally gray, would kill the world for their beloveds

•Good Orphanage director, renovated the place and bought a few more acres to make playgrounds and rooms

•Treats the orphans as his own

•Always wishes they had a family

[ofyourmightyharmxnies]

PINNED POST.

★ 。＼WILBUR SOOT｜LMANBUR ERA.／。★

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — roleplay account for c!wilbur; canon-compliant, operates in the same timeline as everything regarding the character in the l'manburg era, albeit it's expanded and contextualized to fit my interpretation of him! +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — l'manbur will be running the blog like how political figures tend to run their own social media accounts, and is sort of a celebrity because of his status as l'manburg's president. he will behave quite seriously, and be quite selective in replies (and they will fail miserably at both these parts honestly; although she tries, they tend to be silly at times!) +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — any words that are akin to threats won't be taken too lightly around him, as although she favors the rebellious types, she would hate the prospect of you threatening l'manburg in any way. they do split quite easily, more than they let on. their responses might range from stoic to outright emotional. +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — l'manbur uses he/she/they pronouns, and any kind of pronouns they come across. the egg has long since been cracked, but they're still the young phase of c!wilbur's life after all, so they're still curiously exploring things regarding their sexuality as well as their gender identity. they're still questioning their sexuality, debating on bisexual or lesbian. or maybe something else? +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — they will respond to flirting depending on his mood really. sometimes, he will look at you unfazed and remind you that you two are in a public place. sometimes he gives you a little wink, and tease about the fact that you both are in public. again, really just depends on how confident she's feeling that day. +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — will not respond well to anything suggestive or NSFW-related content however. they will try and act like the bigger person, but if one persists, it's outright silent treatment coming from him. +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — suffers from immense war trauma, and very anxious when it comes to any form of intimacy or closeness whatsoever. cautious when it comes to trust, but when he does trust you, she's a very gentle person. i promise you! character shipping will be selective, and done with much careful planning as well as consent between both parties. +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — undiagnosed silent BPD and unbeknownst to him, l'manbur's also beginning to develop a psychotic disorder. written by someone with BPD and with schizophrenia! +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — almost everything in this blog will be drawn by me personally! especially on portraits and selfies of l'manbur. +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — again, themes of mental illness is prevalent within this blog, but this is all still made in light-hearted fun! nevertheless, l'manbur's repressive when it comes to approaching or expressing his trauma, and very fragile at the same time. hints of paranoia will be dropped there and then, so whenever necessary, i will drop trigger warnings for things such as s/h. +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — all of her posts will be tagged accordingly to certain subjects; any open, political statements will be made with the tag #the president's speaking, for instance; announcements regarding the state of l'manburg will be accompanied by the tag #l'man announcements, responses to anything would be #l'man responds?! reblogs, although rare since she tries to keep her blog not so personal, will be tagged with #l'man's reblogs <3 any other mundane post will be tagged with #the president's thoughts or another rare one, #the president's daily life. +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — out of character (like where i talk specifically) are messages marked by symbols; '//' !! like for ex: // HAJAJSJS im dying so hard +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — you can send writing prompts, starters, and one shots! i will be more than happy to provide! +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — everything regarding her is within my personal headcanons; don't like? then just scroll away, easier done and said! +

☆ ⋅ ⋆ — blog monitored by @parfaitxparlour ; this pinned post can and might be updated as time goes on! +

[jeannereames]

Hi Dr. Reames, boy do I have a wacky question for you! What cat breeds would you categorize Alexander, Hephaistion, and other related historical figures as, according to their personalities, if they were born as cats (LOL) E.g. I think Hephaistion would be a tabby cat.

Okay, yeah, that’s a new one! LOL.

Ancient History...but Make Them Cats! (It's the internet)

Fortunately, I am also a cat person with some knowledge of cat breeds. (Not sure if you happened to know that, hence the question?)

Anyway, first, there’s a difference between “breeds” and “colors.” Tabby is a color marking, not a breed. That said, there are some personality characteristics associated with at least some color markings…with the usual disclaimer that especially large representations of colors can yield a number of exceptions to rules.

So, with that said….

I would pin a TUXEDO on Alexander. Tuxedos (which is not the most common coloring, although there have been some pretty famous ones) are notorious for three things: their above-average intelligence, their curiosity and mischievousness (as part of that intelligence), and their utter fearlessness. They also, btw, tend to have sweeter-than-average temperaments and are highly social. They may pick a special Person, but usually love-up most people. That said, they can be aggressive to other cats, in part because they are fearless, and they want to play, so they can overwhelm shyer cats.

I considered an Abyssinian, as these are active, intelligent cats (and jumpers…oh, do they love to get to the top of anything, as bad as any Siamese), but they can be rather shy at times, and often wind up picking just a few people they want to (consistently) interact with. They also have tiny voices (ime), and that just isn’t Alexander. Ha.

I could see a Meeser for him (Siamese) with the infamous Siamese Yowl, or possibly a Bengal, but overall, I think a Tuxedo is best.

For Hephaistion…he’s a tortoiseshell. Yeah, yeah, I know 99% of them are females as it’s a gender-tied color trait (and the few males are sterile as they’re XXY), but Hephaistion is SO a tortoiseshell. TORTITUDE to the max. Calicos and especially tortoiseshells have very distinct personalities, IME. In fact, when talking to anybody who’s never had a cat before, I actively dissuade them from taking home a calico/tortoiseshell, pretty though they are. They’re one- or two-person cats, they have Big Ol’ Moods, and they’re just…they have attitude. Although that said, people who like them often really like them, and seek them out precisely for the tortitude.

Olympias is a tortie or calico, too, btw. The reason Hephaistion and Olympias strike sparks is that they have a lot in common, which was part of the fun in the little short story “Two Scorpions” I put up on the website.

Kleopatra is a compact little Burmese. They share a lot of personality traits with a Siamese, including sharp intelligence, and are one of the best breeds to teach tricks! But they are less LOUD, and calmer (ime). They will talk to you about their day, but have a much softer voice, and while they have a personable nature, they know how to get their way without making a drama out of it. (People who like a lot of Siamese traits but not that iconic yowl should look into Burmese, although they’re not so long and svelt.)

I’m going to tag ol’ Philip as a Turkish Van. Considered a Maine Coon, but they’re not smart enough. (I love them, but they’re not the smartest of cats.) The Van has things in common with the Turkish Angora, but is not all-or-mostly white. They have distinctive orange “ticks” on their forehead over the eyes and sometimes what looks like a toupee on the head, and an orange tail. Their coat is SO, SO soft, like a rabbit. These cats are SUPER active, intelligent, and into things. They’re also mischievous, the personality not unlike a tuxedo, but they aren’t as utterly fearless, more quirky, and rarely like to be picked up nor will they sit on laps. They will follow their Person around everywhere, but prefer to perch next to them…or above them…to survey their domain. These guys are excellent hunters/mousers, btw. They feel a bit less domesticated than some breeds, but never underestimate them. They’ll steal the shrimp right out of your skillet when you’re not looking and make off with it. Ha.

That’s all I’ll do, or I’d be here all day. Ha. I tried to think of a cat for Ptolemy, but nothing especially leapt to mind. Maybe an ol’ black kitty. They’re laid-back, easy-going, but can be quite smart. They’re generally excellent at rolling with punches and will land on their feet (pun intended).

(Because black cats are one of THE most common cat colors, their personalities really can vary, but most of the black cats I’ve known are awesome cats. I hate the bad rep they have in folklore. If you want an all-around great cat from the shelter, take home the black one. They’re like Meesers, which have an unfair snooty reputation. Siamese are clown-cats—smart and loud, active and a bit goofy at times. They just want to be around you 24/7 and have you pet them till your arm falls off.)

[biblicallyaccurategoddess]

i see your tags and i never back down from a challenge, let's go.

1. What's currently a fantasy you're really into? 15. What's something you wish more of your followers knew about you in general? 10. What's a part of the body you really love and why?

i was gonna ask the one for your thoughts on gender, just as a fun lil aside, but i'll let you decide whether you wanna talk about that or not too.

1. Hmmm lemme think. Lately what's getting me off more than anything is the thought of being shared. Passed around like a joint between two doms (or more question mark?), if you will. And also being called so needy when i'm twiching with them inside me, hearing them growling that into my ear or like,, seeing them smiling smugly while saying it turns my brain into mush, among other things like, being really touchy and possessive in public or knife play. yknow, the usual stuff

15. That despite me talking a lot of shit i am still quite insecure and not experienced, both for being a dom and a sub. I had sex only once and it was vanilla (other than being awful but that's a tale for another day), so cut me some slack. I use this blog both as an outlet and for exploring my sexuality, to discover new things about myself that can be new kinks or things i thought i liked but arent for me. But for that, i'll figure it out only by living

10. Good question bc there are days when i hate every inch of my body and days when i tolerate it and days when i feel confident enough to think i look hot as fuck. Oddly enough, i learned how to love my chest though the years, for the simple fact that you can use it as a stress ball and it turns me on. also very biteable if i do say so myself

21. (I'm assuming this is the one you're talking about) gender can be whatever you want it to be and i think that's beautiful. it can be very personal or not, very complicated or not. what's important to me is that people are comfortable in their own bodies, because when they are, you can see the joy spark in their eyes. for me personally, gender comes a lot with clothes. it's something that lets me shapeshift in a way... one day i can be feminine, one day i can be masculine (thing you dont see that often here bc i'm butt ass naked most of the time but i guarantee you that's most of my wardrobe), and it's like a superpower that i can bend at my own will. fuck around, experiment. gender is a performance anyway, so why not give your audience the best spectacle theyve ever seen, which is being your true self?

[rvchelking]

tagged by @perpetuagf thank you so much, queen! would love to continue explore my newest OCs (The Hill siblings) if you don't mind 🥰

—OC QUESTIONNAIRE

NAME: samantha erin hill

NICKNAME: sam: for everyone; her older brother calls her "sammy" sometimes!

GENDER: female

STAR SIGN: probably gemini based on her craziness

HEIGHT: 5ft ¼ in (153 cm). don't be fooled by that though, she's tough as hell.

ORIENTATION: she's straight.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: american *eagle screeches on the background*.

FAVORITE FRUIT: apples.

FAVORITE SEASON: summer so she could visit digging sites

FAVORITE FLOWER: not very original, but probably roses and peonies.

FAVORITE SCENT: libraries! like that musky smell of old books, it's just very comforting to her. other than that, jason's cologne 🥰.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee when she has to write an article or research. tea when it's a little cold!

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: probably 6-10. like it depends, when she's staying up late to get the job done or when she's out on digging sites. or when jason kolchek comes from assignments and she wants to get as many hours with him as possible until he leaves (or they fight) again.

DOGS or CATS: she is such a cat person. pretty sure she was a cat in another life.

DREAM TRIP: she'd probably say Nepal, Mongolia, Colombia, Venezuela. Not because she loves these places but because she's off the rails when it comes to digging some archaelogical shit. The more dangerous place - the merrier!

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: either one or none!

RANDOM FACT: she's acting all tough and shit, but deep down she's the nicest person you ever meet. she'd give you her last meal, take care of you when you're most helpless and give you all the love.

NAME: christopher mark hill

NICKNAME: his friends and sister call him "Chris", and his subordinates in the army call him "Colonel Hill". Those who don't like him call him "Pencilneck" or "Clever dick". yeah. that's rich talking about your superior...

GENDER: male duh

STAR SIGN: oh probably virgo

HEIGHT: 181 cm (5 ft 11 in) he's a fucking wall.

ORIENTATION: straight.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: american *eagle screeches on the background*.

FAVORITE FRUIT: doesn't really like 'em. he'd rather eat a steak tbh.

FAVORITE SEASON: hates them all equally except maybe spring. because when he's on duty, it's too hot in summer, too slippery in autumn, too cold in winter.

FAVORITE FLOWER: not a flowers person!

FAVORITE SCENT: home and mother's pastry especially when he's gone for too long. he just really misses home.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee for sure which he shouldn't drink too much probably.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: oof thats a tough one. he barely sleeps, especially when he's off duty - PTSD and shit. it gets better only two weeks after, so the maximum hours of sleep he'd get maybe 4 or 5.

DOGS or CATS: dogs! he'd have one if he could, but he loves working with k9s.

DREAM TRIP: please just let this man stay at home he's so tired of travelling and going on missions.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: mostly none because, once again - PTSD. when he's using one, it's probably just a light duvet.

RANDOM FACT: chris has seen a lot of shit, he made some questionable choices that led him to where he is now, and he regrets it all. he never wanted to kill and have blood on his hands, but it's just an unfortunate series of events that led him to what he is now.

[olivando]

Errand Journal #2: Picking Up My New IDs

On my previous entry, I shared the minutiae of the legal process to change your identity as a Chilean trans person. It's been considerably more than 45 working days, but, alas, the change is now official.

I now have a small plastic rectangle and a brand new passport, both stating that, yes, my name is Oliver, and yes indeed, my gender is male.

About this fact I have many feelings. Strange, confusing, thick elastic feelings.

Don't get me wrong–I'm elated.

But I'm also terrified.

Let's begin with the picking up part, which happened at the consulate, inside the embassy building. My partner tagged along for moral support, and thank fuck they did!

We arrived "out of hours," because nowhere on the website or notification email was it specified that the hours were different from the general consulate operating hours. While we stood outside thinking of what to do, someone from the embassy came to ask what we needed. After some mild begging, we gave up.

As we were walking away, the guy took pity on us and offered to help me. He called the office, they agreed to see me. On the seventh floor, a man scolded me for five minutes before grabbing my old ID and calling me "doña deadname." After some waiting, he led me inside because, thankfully, the only decent guy in the whole equation had taken my picture and handled the process with the Santiago office. He remembered me, pushed for the guy to give me the documents, and, presumably explained that I was the same person.

After handing me the documents, man #1 switched to patronizingly sweet, telling me to "not go around losing them" in a condescending tone that made me feel sick. Downstairs, the embassy guy mockingly smiled at me as I confirmed that I had gotten my documents and, just like I had done to the men upstairs, I thanked thanked thanked him.

True, I could've been better prepared; it didn't occur to me to bring the receipts or my old passport. That's on me. But let's not kid ourselves: they decided do this as a favor because it wasn't massively inconvenient for them, but the cost was always going to be my dignity.

Everyone involved knew why I was there. Oliver is an unambiguously male name in Chile, as is my second name, Andrés. Yet the embassy guy announced "there's a... (marked pause) young lady here to pick up her documents," and kept misgendering me while trying to talk to my partner (in spite of their repeated efforts to correct him), whom he also misgendered in the process.

Neither of us could say a thing, of course, too afraid that they wouldn't give me my ID if we complained.

Thank you, thank you so much, I kept repeating, sorry for the inconvenience, thank you so much, bowing my head like a scolded dog.

It isn't just the grovelling. It's the powerlessness... the invalidation.. and okay, the emasculation, too. As a queer trans man, I loathe to admit that I can even feel this way. I feel very secure in my masculinity, which is not threatened by being drawn to feminine things or being perceived as sensitive, fruity, camp. Had I been cis, I would like to believe that I would've been all those things anyway. Casual misgendering I can usually take okay, too–I get it, I tell myself, how are they to know, when I haven't changed that much about myself yet?

But this? This was malicious. A power trip.

Not only was I treated like a bad child, which I could've explained away as a product of me being an inconvenient customer of sorts; I got purposefully misgendered and deadnamed. I couldn't protect my partner from it either. I dread the day I have to return to that place for any legal errand. Hopefully it won't be anytime soon.

I intended to use this entry to reflect a bit more on the terrifying in-betweenness of legally being one person in Chile and another in the UK, and how socially this is quite the opposite. I want to talk about the weight of bureaucracy and question the implications of having a new legal identity before medical transition... but writing this has made me exhausted.

I'll leave this a frustration dump instead.

We all need that, sometimes.

[stinkerarchetype]

ELVIN !!

+ this cool fallout oc questionaire template i found and probably should have went to bed instead of filling out!

game said to tag some pals so. the only pals i know with fallout ocs are @publiclypining, @feigeleh, and @corvidayyy. have fun, beloveds.

[IDENTITY]

full name: if I told you I haven't decided on that yet would you believe me.

gender: unfortunately most likely cisgender but him being a little queer gender wise is definitely not out of the question!

pronouns: he/him, but probably doesn't mind neutral terms or cool neopronouns at all :-]

ethnicity: he's very white it's kind of disgusting. I may change this over time!

pre-war job: model! modeled for Nuka Cola :-) catered to the Gays..

date of birth: well..

place of birth: somewhere in someplace

current age: 224? 225? me when i get cryogenically frozen! girl help vault tech and nuka-cola stuck me in an ice cube for two centuries!

biology: human! may have some cyborg-y parts, haven't decided.

current living place: well. it's somewhere alright.

[ALIGNMENT]

chosen factions: I haven't played him in-game yet!

role: companion, mostly? not sure what this means but. if he was ever a canon character he'd most likely be a companion in fallout 4. :-9

allied factions: anyone who doesn't shoot him and tries to take his cool gun! :-]

enemy factions: anyone who does shoot him and tries to take his cool gun! :-[

[PERSONALITY]

alignment: definitely chaotic good.

main qualities: lovely to be around, extremely loyal. golden retriever kind of guy. zap, zap!

main flaws: doesn't focus very well, easily distractable. will probably get killed very quickly if he didn't have quick, impulsive reflexes. also he has no idea what he's doing, he's learning as he goes. he was literally a model.

fears: most likely hurting people or letting others down!

[RELATIONSHIPS]

status: singlest pringle in the wasteland.

sexual orientation: undecided! most likely gay? one of them boylikers..

people closest to them: well. about that.

people they hate: he never hates people. usually.

family: tugs my collar nervously while sweating

[PHYSICAL]

height: like 6'2" or something, i don't remember. something really tall. maybe 6'5" actually, holy shit

weight: uh..

build: buff <3

hair color: blonde and platinum blonde in my head sometimes but never executed in my artwork of him. may change this! who knows!

hair style: short, superman-esque. kinda? i'm not sure how to describe hair styles.

eyes color: hmm.. blue. for now.

tattoos/scars/markings: we will see! he probably has something somewhere.

body/facial hair: barely any. not only that but hes also Blonde (as of now) so..

[ABILITIES]

spoken language: english, but he probably knows a few more, like spanish and french, etc.

strengths: socializing, upping general morale, being entertaining, making mouth-made, unnecessary sound effects doing literally anything...

weakness: feral ghouls, nick valentine being annoyed by him at any point in time, cool old food he finds in buildings that he has to be reminded not to eat..

favored weapons: a cute little sci-fiesque pistol that was never meant to shoot real ammo, if any at all! and yet he fashioned it to do so and it still, somehow, works.

[RANDOM]

favorite piece of clothes: his suit! y'know the one! the iconic one!

lucky charm: not quite sure he has one yet. at least one i could come up with on the fly. maybe a special little bottle cap?

favorite food: literally anything that is now inedible considering there was literally a nuclear fallout and it's all 200+ years old and could kill a man but hey! a man's gotta eat!

favorite beverage: guess?

favorite season: he seems like a summer fella. boobs out, arms in the air like he just doesn't care. sunburn, radiation burn,