#( ✖ ¦ ❝ VISION

[crowsandmurder]

Derek Shepherd Tags and Verses

Derek  ✖ (Aesthetics)

Derek ✖ (Thoughts)

Derek ✖ (Character Development)

Derek  ✖ (Crack)

Derek ✖ (Headcanons)

Derek  ✖ (Photos)

Derek  ✖ (Starter Call)

BIOGRAPHY

Derek Christopher Shepherd was born and raised in New York. He grew up in a family of means, with his father being a renowned surgeon and his mother an artist. His childhood best friend was Mark Sloan, who later had an affair with his first wife. He and younger sister Amelia witnessed their father's murder.

Derek attended prestigious institutions for his medical education. He pursued a degree in medicine, excelling in his studies. Derek specialized in neurosurgery, demonstrating a particular aptitude for surgical procedures involving the brain and nervous system.

After completing his medical training, Derek embarked on a successful career as a neurosurgeon. He gained recognition within the medical community for his exceptional surgical skills, innovative approaches to complex cases, and calm demeanor under pressure. Derek held positions at esteemed hospitals across the country, earning respect and admiration from colleagues and patients alike.

Derek attended prestigious institutions for his medical education. He pursued a degree in medicine, excelling in his studies. Derek specialized in neurosurgery, demonstrating a particular aptitude for surgical procedures involving the brain and nervous system.

Derek embarked on his medical career, establishing himself as a skilled neurosurgeon. He gained recognition within the medical community for his exceptional surgical skills and innovative approaches to complex cases.

Derek married Addison Montgomery, a talented surgeon, early in his career. Their marriage faced challenges, including Addison's infidelity and the strain it placed on their relationship.

Derek accepted a position at Seattle Grace Hospital, where he became Chief of Neurosurgery. He encountered Meredith Grey, a surgical intern, for the first time, setting the stage for their relationship. Derek and Meredith's relationship evolved from a professional mentorship to a romantic one.

They navigated numerous obstacles, including Derek's lingering feelings for Addison and Meredith's personal struggles. They survived many near-death experiences. Despite breakups and makeups, their love endured, leading to marriage and starting a family together.

Derek continued to excel in his career, pioneering new techniques in neurosurgery. He held leadership positions at Seattle Grace Hospital, earning respect and admiration from colleagues and patients alike. He survived things like plane crashes, shooting and many other things.

Derek's life was cut short tragically in a car accident. His death devastated Meredith and had a profound impact on those who knew and loved him. Derek's legacy lived on through the lives he touched and the contributions he made to the field of neurosurgery.

His memory continued to influence Meredith and others, shaping their personal and professional journeys.

His actual canon bio: HERE, which has more details.

VERSES:

V: An Empire State Sense of Mind [New York Years]

Derek Shepherd, born and raised in New York had his early life there, alongside 4 sisters and best friend Mark Sloan. He married Addison Montgomery there, before leaving it all behind.

V: McDreamy: It's a beautiful day to save lives [Life in Seattle]

Derek Shepherd. McDreamy. Head of Neuro. Chief of Surgery. Director of the Brain Mapping Initiative. Those were all titles, jobs. He spent years in Seattle, finding true love and excelling and becoming one of the world's best neurosurgeons. So many cases and trials and victories. Plus, the frequent near death experiences.

V: I didn't become a doctor because I wanted to be God. [Canon Divergency and AU]

Canon isn't always what works best. Sometimes, AU can be good, as well as divergency from canon.

V: Dying is exhausting [Visions or dream sequences of Derek]

Derek has appeared to Meredith in visions. He may pop up to her or others in dreams or visions.

Faceclaim(s): Patrick Dempsey

[kitten4sannie]

mafia san! always gets what he wants btw, especially when it comes to playing with his favorite toy ♡

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“Look at me, baby, yeah, like that,” San whispers down to you, his breathy voice hardly reaching you past the sound of the loud, crackling fire blazing away behind you within the lavish living room of the estate, though you’re far too focused on the shlick sounds of San’s hand rubbing eagerly along his stiff, dripping cock to really hear what he’s saying to you. He presses a finger into the underside of your chin, tilting it up. “You look like you want something, princess. Use your words, will you?”

“I want to touch you, sir, please let me?” you ask, not even recognizing your own pathetic voice. When did you get this desperate for someone as dangerous as Choi San, the trusted head of the Park Estate? Your legs and feet start to grow numb underneath you from being in that same position for so long, encouraging you to lean forward, resting your head against his bare thigh, your eyes wide and full of need, feeling his muscles contract underneath your cheek as he tossed his head back, his fingers squeezing around the base of his throbbing erection. “I’ll be good, sir, I promise…”

Growing hotter by the second from the raging fire nearby and his pretty plaything quite literally begging on her knees just to put her hands on him, San opened up his heavy fur coat to expose the entirety of his naked body, his pretty tan skin glowing underneath the low light of the room. He gave you a smug sideways smile, angling his cock down to lightly smack it against your heated cheek, making you gasp. “Be good and spit on my cock, then, princess.”

Swallowing down the rest of your dignity, you pursed your lips, letting a few strings of saliva drip down onto the head of his cock, watching him eagerly lube it up, your cunt pulsating like it had its own heartbeat. His curved length was thick and heavy inside San’s slick hand, decorated with prominent veins that all led to the reddened, shiny tip. Your blushing face was mere inches away from it, admiring the way San continued to pleasure himself, from gripping at his swollen balls to running his fingers over one of his perked nipples. Not being able to do anything was simultaneously killing you inside but keeping the fire lit inside your core, and San knew that. That’s why he controlled you in this way.

“Does my pretty doll want to be even prettier for me? Hm? Does she want to be a good toy for me?” San hummed out in between heavy breaths, a few drops of sweat falling off of his jaw and wetting the fur of his coat, all the while thick beads of pre-cum pooled out of his slit and dripped down the swollen head of his cock.

“Yes, please,” you voiced desperately, your dilated eyes flitting from his pulsing cock to his fiery gaze, tears starting to blind your vision from how bad you wanted to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on your tongue, drool escaping from your parted lips.

Chuckling softly at you, he reached down to slip his fingers into your hair, tugging you towards him just as his moans began to grow louder, taking his time as he painted your beautifully pitiful face with his hot load, making sure not to miss your glistening lips, smearing the last few dribbles of cum over them to finally give you a taste. That’s all it took for you to shudder and fall completely apart before him, falling forward into his bare lap, your mind spinning. You really were his toy, operating only for his own pleasure, which in turn had become your own, somewhere along the way.

San’s eyes resembled crescent moons, his smile only growing wider. He had molded you into the perfect pet.

“That’s my good slut. Now, it’s time to bend over and take what I give you.”

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© kitten4sannie, 2024.

[hlysins]

tag drop: ship tag

@goreburdened

[witchpyre]

thinking about my cullen au and how jane and alec probably embrace their russian heritage a lot more once they are no longer under the thumb of the volturi, because they no longer have to pledge loyalty to a coven that strips them of their individuality for the sake of appearing as a united front.   👌    👌    👌  

[harumasa-wifey]

➹Happy New Year»———>

✖Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight spoilers of chap 5(nothing major) Not proofread

Category: fluff

Note:i was inspired by the new official art and wrote this I was supposed to post it last night but I fell asleep while writing,Sorry for the wait.i cannot picture the accurate spot of this pic but I saw one in game I'll post a pic of it later for reference!

“Meet me behind the cafe in lumina square”

This was the last text you had received from him as you left Random play after meeting with the siblings to return the movie you had rented and wishing them a happy New year in advance.

It was New year's eve and thankfully to the deputy chief you all were out and about today. No fighting hollows , No overload paperwork and some extra which asaba adds to you sneakily because he is too lazy to do them.You love him a lot but you wish sometimes he would Stop adding his paperwork on your desk. It can be a great hassle to finish them in time.

Lumina square always makes every New Year a grand one and a beautiful one to look forward to. You made your way to the metro station hurriedly taking the last train of the hour to the lumina square after talking with Nicole and the others in the cunning hares. The metro was full of people like the elderly, the people with their family, the young highschool students and the couples.

The thought of how this year went passes through your mind. The whole incident with the vision cooperation and the chase in the hollow was stressful. Although it hasn't been completely disposed of, you all can rest easy for the holidays. It was thanks to all of the background support everyone made it safely in the end.

Your thoughts came to an end as the mic on the train announced its stop , you got off the train heading out the metro station into the bustling city of New Eridu. There were lights everywhere and it was more crowded than usual, but there was still one place left to visit before you went to meet him.

Meeting the person you love on new year's eve without a gift doesn't sound right to you so here you are.Standing outside the shop while having second thoughts on what to get him. You had made up your mind to feed him some delicious sweets that are being sold around this time of year even though he likes the bitterness now and is not bothered by it.Having something sweet every once a while would definitely not harm him.

As you look around and yellowish star keychain catches your eye with a little Clover inside. There was something that attracted you to it, so without thinking further you had made the purchase and had it warped in a box.

And your next stop was The cafe.

You had made your way over to the cafe with a little pubsec bangboo to help you cross the road. You re-read his message and made your way to the back of the cafe.

There he was standing while leaning against the palisade while holding a small wrapped box in his hand, his attention over to you as he heard your footsteps coming closer.

“Well look who finally decided to grace me with their presence.Took you long enough”

He spoke with a gentle smile on his face as you rushed over to him.

“I am sorry! I was at the Sixth street when I got your message”

He chuckled at her worries about being late.

“Calm down baby, I was just teasing. No need to rush i just got in myself”

You could hear the crowd hushed as the first firework arched into the velvety night sky as he extended his hand holding the gift box his yellow eyes shining in the lights whispering in a soft tone.

“Happy new year”

Your instinct told you to go and hug him so that's what you did, wrapping your arms around his neck particularly throwing yourself over him not to worry he will always there to catch you.

“Happy new year asaba,may we be together in the next one too”

“Don't worry I'll live long” He said locking his lips with yours into a kiss.

[satcnus]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ       𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. ex-military widower ✖ runaway stray

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒. older protective male x vulnerable teen fem. widower x runaway. paternal elements within romance. male saviorism. size differences. opposites attract. ride or die. hurt, comfort, healing. v-rginity loss. dead dove do not eat.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! The following original fiction contains potentially triggering content, including: extreme age gap, homicide, child and spousal death, kidnapping, s-xual as-sault (background only), r-pe recovery, child abuse (background only), post-traumatic stress disorder and disabling mental illness, paternal elements within romance and and mild ddlg themes (clothing, nicknames). Read at your own discretion.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐎𝟑 - EARLY RELEASE. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑.

Where did her body begin? And where did the forest end?

She was going to die out here. She knew it.

Death’s impending doom lay heavy and knotted within the cavity of Nara’s abdomen—some strange body part, hidden away from the cold under mountains of fabrics and yet, the temperature still found a way to hug around her waist. She remembered possessing this torso some twenty-four hours prior but could not make sense of where it was, neurally, anymore. The same was true of most of her body. The air was getting more and more frigid, and her legs—more and more numb. Now, Elnara was just a mind, detached at the brain stem; an eight-bit processor, trying to decipher too much stimuli with too little power. 

She wasnt sure when her legs had stopped existing beneath her, but her body kept moving forward, so she didn’t waste what shred of awareness she still had left on calculating such meaningless things. No, knowing which hour her legs had moved past the threshold of gelatin into nothing at all , would not help her outrun her reaper. 

Perhaps death himself came in many different forms. A bottle of booze and a handful of pills. A miscalculated jump. A wander on the side of the road. 

And that road… oh, how it tortured her with its continuity. The cold bit so unforgivingly at her that every nostril-born breath stung her sinuses, but she could not stop the chatter of her teeth, no matter how firmly she clenched her jaw. She almost wished for a vehicle to pass by, if only to be able to step in front of it at the last second, and put herself out of her misery. Surely, that would be the more humane of the two options. 

Her alternative? This: her lithe, wary limbs trying with all their might and barely succeeding. A descent into an even colder night than its afternoon. An inevitable death, at the end of this road. 

So this was where it ended, then. 

Right where it had begun: on the side of a highway she’d never been before. 

Her breaths came in ragged, pushing for survival against the awful, burning pain in her flank. It stretched around into her chest, where every breath pinched its agony back into the forefront of her tired and dazed mind. Her vision had long since narrowed to its tune as well. She could hardly see what was before her anymore, and not just because night’s death sentence had already come. Its bailiff, pounding at her door. 

Before her face was the billowing of her breath, allowing her to make out shapes against its contrast, and know that she was indeed moving forward, and hadn’t just been convinced she was. It helped anchor her to the moment, and compartmentalize her travel into something less daunting; less totally and wholly soul-crushing, because she couldn’t even remember when she’d started down this path, but it had gone on, and on, endlessly, like some terrible, subzero nightmare.

The girl hadn’t realized her hair had frozen, its mattes clumped together and shiny with ice. Or that her eyelashes, naturally long and wispy, had done the same.  She hardly noticed anything but that breath, pushing from her chapped and stinging  and trembling lips in soft puffs. It was why she had begun to trip over her feet, and why she was spotting less and less rocks along the forest line. Her eyes, so dark beneath the moonlight, were glazed over, speaking of the exhaustion behind them. 

See, the experience of grief always follows those five rules.

Hers had started with bargaining. Trying to reason a way out of this situation, though she knew, it was not probable. She had indeed had hope, but hope was easier coveted with a warm body and a rush of adrenaline. Once both had worn out, and succumbed to reality, then came the despair. The anger. Hating herself for what she’d done. Not to Hunter, but to her own psyche. How she had made such a pivotal, life-altering decision and thought nothing of the very real possibility that things could not go her way . No, she was sixteen, bubbly and so sure of herself and much, much too confident. She told herself if anyone tried anything, she would be able to escape.

And, well… she did escape, but with an asterisk. A fine print. 

Freedom, at the cost of its opposite. 

Which was the lesser evil? Her father’s incessant insistence that she was useless, just like her mother had been, and certainly not worth a kind touch, or a kind word, or even just being left to her own solitude. Or.. the depravity of strangers. Witnessing, receiving , the horrors of the real world, with no one to save her. Being torn down physically, emotionally, psychologically, in every way until she held no sense of self anymore; no recollection of that sweet, vivacious girl she used to be. Chewed up and spit out and stomped on. 

If there was a god, Elnara prayed to him to let this all be over soon. 

One way, or another. 

By the time two, blinding headlights pierced through the dark, the girl had already resigned to, and accepted, her death. Had already sung some sweet lullaby in her head, about how it was all okay. Because, in death, there would be no more misery. And perhaps, she might have even been able to crack a smile over the relief of this realization, if not for how intensely low on energy she was. She had long since run out of fuel, and had been running on fumes for almost as long as that, and very, very soon, Elnara Chae would find rest at last, decomposing in the bushes, recycling back into the earth.

But oh—life just could not leave her even just one bone. It had to throw a hurdle in the path. It had to present her with a decision, when she’d just finally reached a resolution. The calamity in her heart—resurrected back into violent flame when those headlights slowed. She had nothing left. Her pupils widened. Her pulse pounded, skipped, with fear.

A man’s voice—she recoiled, in mind only—called out from the parted passenger window of a truck.

Her gaze, glassy and blank, stared into the abyss of the truck’s cabin. A man, much older than her, much larger than her, stared back.

She was so tired of fighting. 

But what fate would befall her if she allowed him to take her? A worse violence than even Hunter’s, and Tyler’s, and Poppy’s?

She remembered their van, rumbling against its diesel in much the same way this truck did. 

She could not hear what the man said. The pounding of her heart was too deafening upon her ears. She tried to make words, to tell him that tall lie that she was fine, but her throat and dry mouth betrayed her.

Suddenly, he stepped out of the truck, and Elnara noticed just a moment too late. He’d already made it halfway to her when she took an automatic step back. So, her limbs were still beneath her then. She suddenly came into the awareness of how badly they burned, only now that she’d stopped moving.

Could she fight him off? Her screams would reach no one. And that was if she could even get them to lift from her chest. 

He was at least twice her size, in both height and stature. She was clutching aching knuckles tight around the handle of her knife beneath her jackets when he offered forth his own. His voice, deep and ragged, held a softness to it that she did not expect. It actually terrified her—because she could not reconcile with the idea of anyone treating her with kindness. Not anymore. Not after—

“If you don’t want a ride, at least take my jacket.”

She stared, dumbfounded, at the deep brown thing. It looked warm. Dry. But she didn’t regard it for long before her eyes went, automatically, back to keeping eye on his other hand, and his face. 

After a moment of debate, she made another decision—yes. Yes, this must have been God. Answering that prayer. A new jacket, to help her survive this trek. She went to move forward to take it, but that ripping pain in her abdomen tore through her as she reached, and it was not of her own volition but her body’s instincts , that she curled down into herself, to protect that maniacally screeching flesh. Her backpack, tattered as her clothing, went slipping down the feeble hold she’d had on it, down her arm. 

Oh, what a stupid girl. Idiot, naive girl.

This was the end.

He was striding towards her in an instant.  The moment she displayed weakness. She could not fight him off, she knew that. 

She would have choked out a sob if she was even capable. The only noise that left her was when that pain had ripped through her chest, and even then it was just some noise . No distinguishable, patented thing. Nara was ready with that knife, to try to fight, no matter how futile, when the man—unexpectedly, to her—draped the jacket around her shoulders. 

He did not grab her. He did not haul her frail body into the back of his truck and speed off.

She felt the shock of this act of kindness somewhere deep down, where it could not rise to the surface with anything more than an acceptance of his other offer. 

If she was going to die, at least let it be in the warmth.

Oh, how she ached to be warm again.

It all happened in some dream-state for her. The passenger door shutting beside her. The cascade of beautiful, nourishing heat pushing past her cold-tipped nose and flushed ears. The soft thud of her pack hitting the back seat. The creak of his door, opening and closing, and then his third act of sainthood: asking her where he should take her.

She promised herself she’d never get into another stranger’s vehicle ever again. But if she had to die out here, at least this was better than the side of the road. Nara, still, would not allow him the opportunity to take her. Not like her captors had.

She held tight onto the handle of that knife.

“The next fill up’s fine.”

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It was strange, how insignificant the miles became when you could cover sixty of them in an hour. The trees all blurred into one green smear, drowned out by the night, into some sort of purgatory, where there were no distinguishable entities, and instead it was just nothing. Endless, consuming nothing . 

Through the lights on the dashboard and radio, along with the moon, she was able to see her own reflection casted back at her in the smooth glass pane: her shield from the cold and all its wretchedness. In that reflection, too, she could see the man’s profile, staring forward, silent, expressionless. He glanced over at her only once that she noticed, and quickly did her eyes avert, to disguise her vigilance as zoning out. He returned to looking at the road, and she returned to looking at him. 

She had curled herself in the furthest nook of the passenger seat, pivoted away from him, if only to better hide the weapon she bore beneath her now drying clothes. But even despite the gravity of the situation, and how much it could be to her detriment to not continue to fight it off, sleep, like death, always won in the end. And Nara, finally allowed to rest her trembling muscles and pink up beneath the vents’ warmth, was not empowered with such fight in her. Not anymore.

Even still, she tried. She tried her damn hardest. She focused on the sounds of her breaths, and forced her eyes back open wide every time they would droop, but it was not long before the comfort sang to her: sweet, gentle lullabies of safety and relief. Her awareness began to dissipate as the rush of air from the vents was the only thing to break the silence, other than their breaths, which had eventually fallen, unconsciously, in sync with one another. The man’s features reflected in the window began to morph into shapeless blobs of color. The ride became almost meditative, and suddenly, just like her legs had disappeared beneath her on that trail, her mind blurred the edges of the truck and the stranger and she fell into meadows of puffy dandelions and honeysuckles and tall, warming evergreens that did not feel so menacing. 

There were long, orange rays of sunlight casting through those evergreens upon her meadow, where she and her little brother lay baking in its warmth. He was bright eyed and giggly and climbing all over her, excited and babbling about how much he missed her. 

She decorated his hair with lilies and he blew the puffy fibers of a dandelion into her face and she tickled his belly and they both laughed, innocent, unaware of all the horrors that existed elsewhere. No pain could touch them here. Only pure, loving relief. And Nara told Aras of some land far away, where there were baby dinosaurs and a lake made out of candy, and “we can go there”, and “it’s not a long walk”. 

They skipped through the evergreens, giggling and playing tag and collecting rocks. Her hair, long, dry, voluminous, flowed effortlessly in the wind as she moved. Her feet were bare—painless, blemishless, against the forest’s soil. Behind her, Aras screeched in playful glee, calling out at her to slow  down, wait for me!

And just as those evergreens parted, and halted into a cliff that neither of them could see, a violent pain made her stir back awake, disoriented to where and when, and unable to comprehend why her body felt so weightless, and yet bobbed rhythmically to the tune of footsteps.

As quickly as she awoke, she fell back into rest. 

When she returned to her dream, her father was there. He was cradling her to his chest. He was carrying her back into the trees. Towards a desert. Towards a black van. Towards a tapestry with a million eyes.

[miyakuli]

Kena: Bridge of Spirits

A bridge where the guide loses its way

When I first launched Kena, for a second I thought I'd made a mistake and was watching a Pixar animated film. I almost pulled out the popcorn until the game called me to order. And what a way to start! From the very first minutes, the magic happens and you begin to appreciate the sense of tranquillity that the game exudes. But behind this enchanting vision, we gradually begin to glimpse the flaws in this world, just like the corruption that is spreading. And what if Kena is guiding us down a path that may be pretty, but also thorny?

❤ From the very first minutes of the game, we marvel at the striking panoramas and shimmering colours. The art direction is clearly meticulous, and the transitions between cinematics and gameplay are fluid, almost giving us the impression of an interactive animated film at times.

❤ The soundtrack is not to be outdone. The music is just as magnificent, with soaring orchestral passages and mystical chants. The sound effects also immerse us in the atmosphere of the scenes, from the soothing rustling of leaves to the menacing growls heard in the distance.

+/- Now what can we say about the characters in this world? On the whole, the game's characters are fairly engaging….but they lack any depth and are easy to forget. Secondary characters come and go; their personalities are barely scratched the surface, making them bland figures. And Kena herself isn't much more developed than that, and even if she can bring a little warmth along with her little friends the Rots, it's not enough to make an impact. The dubbing, while decent on the whole, is also rather uneven in my opinion. Some voices sound rather flat and are sometimes don't match the dramatic intensity of certain scenes. +/- The story is intriguing, with its world flirting with fantastic tales… but I don't think it's well exploited. First of all, we dive into it far too quickly, without much context, and its development over time remains too superficial. The game does attempt to address some rather mature themes and pertinent questions about the relationship between humans and nature, but we never really reach the expected emotional peak. +/- Let's talk a little about gameplay now. The world of Kena is full of various puzzles that punctuate our exploration. They are often inventive, with their mechanics linked to the little Rots, and evolve a little over the course of the adventure. But they eventually become repetitive and sometimes require excessive precision with no margin for error, which can become quite frustrating. +/- As for the combat, the Rots mechanic is well thought out, offering a variety of combinations and moves. However, the difficulty increases to such an extent that the peaceful little adventure game suddenly becomes an arduous and rather discouraging challenge, even forcing players to lower the difficulty level against certain bosses in order to progress. Also, you can't lock enemies freely and dodges lack responsiveness, making confrontations even more frustrating.

✖ Although the landscapes are stunning, the exploration isn't quite as exhilarating. The environments are fairly empty and repetitive, the map is confusing and lacks clarity, and the collectibles are mainly cosmetic, so don't give you the motivation you need to explore every nook and cranny. ✖ Finally, the jumping mechanics can be rather annoying, as they often lack precision and are complicated by some poorly managed collisions.

Kena would have made a perfect little animated film. As a game, however, it struggles to strike an effective balance between its zen-like atmosphere and its overly unbalanced gameplay. And while it immerses us in splendid environments, it doesn't quite achieve the emotional depth it's trying to convey. It's a bridge between beauty and frustration, but for a first attempt, Ember Lab is laying a promising foundation, and it's certain that the studio will only be able to consolidate these foundations to build more solid projects in the future.

➡ My Steam page

[swynlake-rp]

“Muscular Brick has incredible strength. She can expand her body so that she becomes as big and strong as a brick wall.”

FULL NAME: Tara Wallender “Brick” BASED ON: Brick FACE CLAIM: Up-to-Player PRONOUNS: Up-to-Player BIRTHDAY: Up-to-Player SEXUALITY: Up-to-Player CURRENT STATUS: Open

Character Information || CW: Child Abuse ||

Left at a firehouse when she was a baby, Tara had a difficult childhood

One of her foster parents badly beat her and one day, it awakened her magic and she put them through a wall

Ever since then, Tara has never really known where she belongs or where her powers come from

Then she found the MAFIA, a radical organization with a vision for a magic-superior world. Finally, she was home

Now she’s putting her superhuman strength to the cause…and hopes that maybe the MAFIA will be able to find her birth parents…

✓ Collaborative, willful, friendly

✖ Emotional, stubborn, single-minded

Character Suggestions

Body Diverset

Current Relationships

None

Possible Relationships

None

Magical Abilities

Metamorphosis - She can expand to the size and strength of a brick wall on command.

Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Durability

[kauma-kardia]

"Wait... where's Yukizome?!"

[ ✖ ]

Currant pools formed on the wooden table in front of Issea when the power surged back to life. It drew his gaze up to the golden chandelier that reflected green and gray from the monitors, with a nearly unrecognizable mass causing it to move unnatrually.

Nearly unrecognizable.

"Chisa!"

The light brown hair seemed to sway with a familiar bob that once brought joy brought Issea to retch. As soon as he even thought about moving forward, a crash down upon the table knocked him back onto the floor in surprised. Swiftly followed by disbelief. Despair. Issea couldn't even hear what was being spoken to him by the entity on the screen. Every one of his senses dulled except for his vision; He couldn't possibly look away.

To deny or refute the truth right in front of him, would be a disservice to everything they'd been through together. Issea reached for Chisa's hand, cold but it triggered so many warm memories. The contradiction brought his eyes to flood with tears and he could only feel his chest swell and burn.

He would take what hope she held left in her heart and use it to avenge her. To plan a route to the truth, no matter what it took. To take her spirit with him and give her the proper off-seeing that she deserved. She would live on and love in her place, because that is what she'd do for him. Rest assured.

But for now, all he could do was cry.

[nameless-will]

[ ✖ || @vision-bound-muse ]

"Tongue-tied, already? I haven't even done nothing, yet," Marquez teased, laughing off her initial shock. "But yeah, I said what I said. It don't special eyes to see it; You're bad as hell and I'm digging your style."

"It's Marquez, by the way. You got time right now?"

[rainofchains]

✖ - a repressed memory

A repressed memory.

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

His stomach squeezes, struggling to empty its aching chambers, but there's nothing to expel, nothing that could be causing this pain--

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

He's in. All of a sudden, his vision is quadrupled. Like a broken window, he sees the world in dim and bright shards, sparkling randomly in some unseen light, high above. He is otherwise in a world of darkness.

Searing pain in his head. The locations of the implants burn and burn and he's on the gallows, struggling to force breath through the tubes holding his mouth open. He gags around the intubation and his voice comes out as a high, thin squeak.

"Transferrence signal lost, Executor."

"Come now, my boy. Surely you're stronger than that." The Executor is a pale blue smear. The tears in the boy's eyes muddle his outline, but his eyes, with their fearsome golden glow, pierce into his fluttering heart. With a broad gesture with his great hand, he indicates the shape at the other end of the room.

A metal monster. An insectile nightmare. A creature that, earlier that day, he had seen hauled into the laboratory in a cage. It is sedated now, but only just. It struggles and twitches in its bonds, straining against the staples holding its maw closed.

"Tame this creature," says the soothing, soft voice of the great golden god. "Subdue Sevagoth, and make him the path to your salvation, child. Do not let his savagery control you!"

There's a smile on his face. It is not placid. His voice is calm, but he's full of joy.

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

We feel the hands dragging us down. The voice calling, sweetly and softly, of our mother. Every inch of our skin ripples, twitches, as we feel alien muscle surge with power. The bonds come free easily, like dry weeds. We reach to strike down the god that laughs.

My child. My child.

The Lotus. We wake in her arms. He wakes in her arms. The child wakes in her arms.

"My child," she says softly, "it was only a dream."

[therabidkell]

Here's all the questions I filled out on the Drili, questions from here:

Under a cut because it's long lol.

General Anatomy

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How many limbs do they have? Do they have limbs at all?

4 grasping limbs, 2 walking limbs, 1 balancing limb, and a head.

What kind of body covering do they have, e.g. hair, scales, feathers? How do they clean it? Do they shed this covering constantly, or all at once at certain times? 

They have a calcium carapace, and clean it through allogrooming or a water solution that's similar, they shed different parts consistently over a cycle that allows only one weak spot at a time.

Can they maintain a constant body temperature? If not, how do they deal with changing environmental temperatures? 

Yes, their blood slowly can aclimate to near any tempearture.

What kind of habitat do they live in? Both specific habitat, and broader such as on land vs in water.

They live in forested lake areas, but can live in most environments as long as adequate hydration is available.

What resource(s) is the most necessary and urgent for them? E.g. for many animals, but not all, it’s water.

Water and calcium, Water to keep hydrated and calcium to keep their carapace from getting to weak and collapsing.

What are some common mutations? E.g. eye colours, ability to digest lactose in humans.

Any pigment mutation in eyes, skin, and carapace, ex. Vitiligo, Albinism.

What injuries or illnesses are considered disabling? 

Along with Deafness, Muteness, and Blindness they can have the Inability to digest Calcium as a disability. For Illnesses, along with autoimmune illnesses/disorders they can have a carapace-thinning disorder/illness, which limits calcium processing and makes it difficult to walk and using their limbs.

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Senses

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What senses do they have? E.g. sight, smell, electroreception, etc.

Touch, Taste, Hearing, Partial infrared vision with mainly color vision, Pheromones.

How good are those senses?

Their infrared vision is weaker than their color vision, only highlighting things that are hotter, their taste is there but weak, their other senses are basic with pheromone detection being slightly better.

Which of their sense/s do they use the most in everyday life?

Hearing and pheromones, for communication.

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Movement 

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How do they move? Do they walk, crawl, fly, etc? 

They can walk, crawl, and climb, they mainly walk on two limbs.

What is their speed and endurance like? 

They are ambush hunters endurance is low but speed is high, think cheetahs.

How agile are they? 

They are very agile and can run in short but fast bursts of speed

Do they rely mainly on their own bodies for travel, or do they use pack animals and machines? 

It is not uncommon to walk to train their endurance but often they use vehicles.

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Reproduction and Lifecycle 

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How many sexes are there?

2, male and female.

Are there differences between the sexes (ignoring the reproductive system)? 

Females tend to have slimmer and more flexible tails and males tend to have brighter colors.

Do they have a concept of gender? If so, is gender affected by sex, caste, or some other factor?

They do, gender is influenced by size and sex, making four binary genders. Their heights, excluding disorders, range from 6' to 7'.

How do they attract a mate? Do they release a chemical into the air, do an elaborate display, etc?

Taller Drili are expected to seek out one or two of the opposite sex and go through an elaborate courting process.

How long do they live?

Average lifespan is 100 earth-years.

How are young brought into the world? Live birth, eggs, spores, etc?

Eggs are laid by females.

How much parental investment is there? Are there many young with little investment, or few young with a lot of investment (r vs K strategy)? Or is it somewhere in the middle? 

Little thought are given to where eggs are laid as they can survive harsh conditions, but hatchlings are weak and given tons of care that is slowly lessened until they become adults.

What is the usual structure of childcare? Single or multiple parents/related individuals? Communally raised? 

Best example I can give is wolf pack mixed with lion pride, Parents in 2-6 individuals to groups raise their kids with occasional older family members helping.

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Diet and Foodchain

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What is their diet? Are they carnivores, omnivores, frugivores, insectivores, etc?

They are mainly carnivores.

Is their diet very restricted, or can they have a wide range of foods?

They can eat many foods other than meat, it just won't be as good for them.

How often do they eat? What is the culture around mealtimes, if any?

They eat twice a day, one large meal to sustain them through the day and then a smaller but still large meal to carry them through the night.

If they are hunters themselves, what is their attitude to killing other organisms? Are they respectful? Prideful of their kill? Is it completely trivial? 

It's mostly trivial, but most have the mindset of "it was alive too so treat it well.".

If they are hunters, how do they hunt? Are they solitary or packhunters? Are certain members of the group designated to hunt? 

Certain members of their packs are designated hunters, and those hunters usually go and hunt solo but will occasionally hunt in groups for large prey.

Are the results of foraging or hunting shared, or is it everyone for themself?

All food, even junk foods, are shared.

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Body Rhythms

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How often do they sleep?

One long rest through the night everyday.

What time of the day are they most active? Are they nocturnal, diurnal, crepuscular? 

They are diurnal and are most active right after sunrise after mealtime.

Do they generally sleep for one long period a day, multiple shorter periods throughout, or something in between? 

They can sleep in shorter naps through the day if they wish to be up at night, but most decide culturally for one long rest.

Do they have any biological processes that disrupt their life e.g. moulting, reproductive cycles, etc?

Molting is disruptive but mostly just annoying, mating season is a big one but in modern times can be repressed.

If yes, how does their society accommodate for these processes? Does it accommodate them at all?

Molting can be a solo thing but most often friends and family may help an individual, during mating season some jobs may let workers go on a break but most often when not wanting to reproduce the populace takes medicine to repress it.

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Communication

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What is their main method of communication? Sound, visuals, scent, etc? Think about their main sense and how this would affect communication.

Their main method of communication is auditory, but they use pheromones to communicate tone and emotion in their language .

What is their body language like? What small moving parts might aid their body language?

They are very tactile, personal space is trivial to friends and family, to strangers they're more closed off but still friendly. Antennae, secondary arms, and mandibles all work in providing smaller details as they speak in aid with pheromones.

If they have multiple methods of communication, are they all given equal weight, or is one considered higher than others?

Auditory speaking is higher over pheromones, and pheromones are higher over body language.

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Society

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How sociable are they?

They are a very social species.

How are disputes usually settled? Is it more common to be violent or appease the other party? 

Disputes are usually settled by getting someone completely unrelated to the situation to come up with something to appease both parties.

What is the usual size of a community? Do they have communities at all? 

Communities can very vastly in size, it all depends on how many at the top of the order chose to stick together. The lowest a community can be is some parents(2-4) raising the min amount of kids(4) to the largest being multiple groups of parents(2-6) with some of their birthfamily membersraising the max number of kids(10). And that's not bringing into considering bringing friends and adoptive members into the mix.

On the spectrum of individualistic to community-oriented, where do they fall?

Right in the middle, they like individuality but definitely value community values.

Do they have names? If yes, how are these names formed? Are they given by another party or chosen by the individual?

When hatched they are given a name by parents, but once they reach adulthood they are given the option to keep their name or change it.

Do they produce art? What are their main forms of artistic expression? Think about how this will be linked to their main sense(s), communication method, and/or primary manipulators.

They love music, be it raw vocals or only instruments their cultures are rich with music, like how Humans constantly draw and mark where they can Drili constantly make music and share that music to whoever they can.

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[battle-subway-ghost]

✖ - a repressed memory

// all memories are ooc

// (ask game)

The grunt released their grip on his shirt, dropping him onto the snow. His vision was blurred- droplets of scarlet on the white... He didn't even have time to move until a swift kick was delivered to the center of his chest. Paris cried out, attempting to curl in on himself to avoid any further harm. They were talking- he couldn't make out what they were saying.

He noticed someone rummaging through his bag- having been dropped somewhere on the ground earlier. In a panic, he tried to stand- tried to stop them, only for someone to grab him by the hair, slamming him back onto the snow-covered floor. Everything was a haze- it didn't feel real, none of it felt real...

The pressure on his back- a boot? was lifted, suddenly, noisily. He recognized a familiar voice- Lumi?- He lifted his head, the group of Plasma grunts were retreating, a pink Sneasel attempting to chase after them, but it was too late. They were gone.

He could feel his body being carried- more dragged, to a nearby tree, to prop him up. She looked terrified, first looking through her own bag for something, before turning to the scattered contents of his own. He couldn't make out what she was saying- hardly anything, his head was ringing. He could make out the words 'ranger' and 'hospital,' but not much else, until-

"Where's Pixie?.. Oh... Oh, nonono-"

[harumasa-wifey]

Could I request Harumasa getting hugs from his partner to cure his sadness?

➷Sweet Dreams♡

✖Asaba Harumasa x gn!Reader

Warnings: No proofread. Just fluff and lots of kissing and a bit of chaos.

Note:I am sorry fellas for disappearing like that. I have an important upcoming exam which will determine my next course of life and i have been very busy preparing for it i am thankful for everyone reading this i am Posting this 3 hours before my class and i haven't slept.WE RUN ON COFFEE!Comment here if you wanna be added to tags on my next post

Tags: @pasuteruwu

Today was very cruel to him. Well scratch that every day at work is cruel to him only he knows how he escaped the overtime today, it takes skill to skip all this work!

Everyone has been working hard to clean up the message in the pale hollow so he should do his part too, now that everything has come to an end he can finally have a day off and see his beautiful partner, who must have already gone to their shared apartment by now.

Ever since he has brought asaboo into house it's an Chaos with his cat.They seem to be always chasing each other, well mostly it's his cat chasing but sometimes the roles do get reversed, asaboo’s favourite spot of taking a nap is besides the window on the bedroom anytime of the day is good for him, so he would not be surprised by view he might get after he enters into the house and he definitely would swipe some pictures.

“I am home!” he announced his arrival cheerfully making his way inside, it felt nice to have someone waiting for you, someone you love.

To his surprise it was rather quiet as he stepped in the house removing his shoes and he went into the living room, the movie on the tv was on pause as the viewer was dozing off on the couch, given their position you must have been waiting for him, but his attention was very much caught by the bangboo sleeping on your lap hogging the place for himself.

Oh as much he didn't want to interrupt you and be by your side quietly, his cat had other plans. His gaze flicked from the cat on the floor who looked ready to pounce on the bangboo sleeping without a single worry of the world.

“EHH-NAAA” There is it , the loud screech of asaboo as he got back on his feet after being scratched by the cat. You jolt awake from your sleep,hitting your head with his.

“Ouch ouch ouch” you ignored the pain on your forehead and looked at the man who had now dramatically fallen on the carpet from the impact.

“Ah my vision, the world is spinning. Only if there was any beautiful and kind person out there who would help me”

“Seriously haru. You could have wake me up”

As you voice out your concern and helping him sit back up while those two did a chaotic chase around the house.

“Now now what kind of boyfriend would I be , to wake up my beautiful partner from their sleep, you should take some notes and join me for extra sleep in the mornings”

“So you can be late to work? Yeah nice try but sorry i cannot be late”

These was the fourth round these two were making around you both, you held out your head gently placing your fingers on the cats forehead stoping it from running further as asaboo hides behind you wiping his non-existance sweat while voicing out his complains which you couldn't understand, to say it was just as dramatic as the real him.

“That's enough from you two. Both of you can't go a day without chasing eachother, can you?”

The duo just looked down cutely hoping to achieve your forgiveness with that act.

“Yeah, listen to your mother” said the guy who was now laying on your lap instead, not that you'll ever mind.The duo made their peace and went back to thier perspective places.

You look down on your lap gently brushing his hair off his face.

“As if thier dad ever listens to me”

“Heyy now what's with the false accusations, i can't go a day without you, ya know it” he said while gently holding your hand and placing a soft kiss on your fingertips. Your frown was now replaced with a gentle smile.

“Are you planning to sleep on the floor tonight?”

“Well if you do whose am i to refuse”

“Well as I don't plan too you should get up” you said as you get up and he follows behind.

“Hours since i have been home and not a single kiss , i guess my death is written today”

“sir it's been roughly twenty minutes since you have entered.” strong arms warp around your waist from behind with his face nuzzled on your shoulder.

“ twenty minutes feels like twenty hour's without you.” Suddenly you felt his hands move down , a light yell escaped your lips as he strated tickling you.

“Ha! Haru stop” you hear him laugh behind you taking the chance to push him on the bed, it was your turn now.

After a minute of laughing and trying to overthrow each other he ended up nuzzling his face on your neck with his arms wrapped around.

“I am sooo tired” he whispered, taking a sigh to relax while your hands rub his scalp particularly wooing him to sleep, He looked up at her with drowsy eyes.

“Aren't you forgetting something?”

“Hmm, and what would that be?”

“Come on now! Your poor sick boyfriend has been working all day long, have some pity”

“Ah yes, such an unfortunate event let me make it up to you hm?” You said as you lean in to lock your lips with his, which would have been a small kiss but turned to a sloppy and lazy makeout session.

After a minute of exchanging and showering his face with kisses , you both parted away as he drifts off to sleep in your embrace with a small smile playing on his lips ever since he entered today and with no intention to leave even if the sun was up in the sky.

“Goodnight haru, i love you”

[vuulpecula]

      Her hands were empty as they always were. No credits stuck around, no trinkets, nothing of importance. It was all surface and it all faded. Fox had been thinking about it a lot, how empty her hands were. How empty her life was. Yes, she did some good, but that good never lasted. How could it? She was one against many. It was time for a change, one she had thought long and hard about, privately, for months. She curled her fingers closed. Once there had been rings there, pretty things made of silvers and golds, as thin as a breath of air. Now there were only bandages, wrinkled, dirty, the color of dirt and rot. If they did not symbolize her life, she was unsure what could.

      “I want to ask you something,” she interrupted their silence. She hadn’t looked at Just Lucky in a while, hadn’t raised her head from how it was tilted. “No. I want to tell you something.” Fox amended with a deep, shuddering breath. “I--” She didn’t know why it was hard to say now nor why her eyes felt hot in their sockets, filling with moisture and blurring her vision. She held in the tears as best she could, feeling anger grow within her for crying at all. Though it wasn’t anger. It was shame.

      “I’m leaving. I’m not going to do this anymore. Smuggling, it helps for a while, but--but I want to do more.” Maybe she would find that with the rebellion, maybe she wouldn’t.

✖ @cnlyluck​ ❤’d for a starter.

[miyakuli]

Roadwarden

I'm a poor, lonesome roadwarden

I'm a long way from home. My footsteps have led me to this mysterious and dangerous peninsula. I've been asked to explore it to find out more about the locals, so that I could guarantee a commercial exchange with my customers. I only have a few days, and my future meetings and decisions will be decisive.

❤ The history of this region is truly rich. Each village has its own history, customs and beliefs, and even its own dialect. So each visit will therefore be enriching as the locals place their trust in me. Each of them has more or less stormy relations with their neighbors, and I'll do my best to manage any conflicts. But these lands also abound in places that are difficult to penetrate or hidden, so I'll need to be patient to reach them, and who knows, they may reveal new knowledge that will help me in my quests. So many things to discover! ❤ My past is my heritage and I decide my future plans for myself. My skills are my own. As for my social relationships, I'll decide in due course whether or not I'll adapt to the person in front of me. I'll make my own choices according to my own morality and circumstances, but I doubt that everyone will come out a winner in the end… even me. Who's to judge anyway? ❤ The landscape around me is minimalist but striking, and I enjoy observing the different architectures and admiring and fearing the nature that surrounds me. Certain things don't always appear in my field of vision, but I can easily imagine their outlines because they've been sufficiently described to me. ❤ Sometimes I close my eyes to appreciate the sounds around me; I can hear the wind blowing, the rivers flowing, my faithful steed grazing beside me, the cries of creatures in the distance keeping me alert…and sometimes silence, which is never a very good sign. I wonder if there isn't a traveling bard, because I often hear soft music above my head, often melancholy but very pleasant. I'm hoping to ease the tension in this place, so maybe next time I'll hear more festive music…

+/- I feel the weight of time passing, I have so little of it given all the tasks entrusted to me, and I have to evaluate for myself the shortest and most advantageous routes to achieve my ends. I've almost become a tactician. However, I regret my arrival in this region, where my physical condition and lack of wealth and adequate equipment, as well as my unfamiliarity with the area, made me waste precious time. It was very brutal and almost punishing. Of course, I could always come back some distant day and be ready to deal with it, but my first visit will always be the most memorable, and I'm sad to leave when I had one of the peninsula's biggest mysteries right at my fingertips. How frustrating. +/- I feel very free in my actions, which are not always dictated by intrusive thoughts. I can ask locals about places and people on my own, just by mentioning their names or sometimes even a simple description…but it seems that sometimes, my field of possibility is too wide to act, especially for people like me who don't master the local language. I don't necessarily have any clues, and my words and gestures will often have to be extremely precise, as any other alternative won't be accepted.

✖ My encounters were certainly significant, but I don't think I'll keep very fond memories of all these people. The atmosphere was always very austere, which I can understand given the tense situation in this region, but I didn't manage to get attached to many people. And even the friendships I made at the time seemed cold and distant. Only Eudocia managed to touch my heart, despite my solid armor, and she'll always have a place in my memories. I hope she's doing well. ✖ I've never been able to maintain a decent level of hygiene throughout my entire journey. As much for my hunger, my clothes and my magic, I always managed to find a good balance. But finding a place to bathe and sufficiently remove the grime from my body was a priori my nemesis. The locals often stared at me with disdain and I too often struggled to gain their trust because of my filthy appearance. I vowed never to set off on an adventure again without first buying a bar of soap! ✖ Even when I was very well armed and equipped, some monsters resisted me because a single choice could be fatal. Losing a big chunk of my armor just because I thought of dodging a monster rather than jumping on it, sometimes undermined my morale, and I admit to having used my "save" spell at times, which allowed me to relive my confrontation. And I don't like to go through all this for a single error of judgement. What's the point if not to strengthen my physical condition and my weaponry…

In the end, my short excursion didn't reveal all the peninsula's mysteries, and I left intrigued, wanting to see more, to learn more. At least my visit brought a little something positive, but unfortunately not for everyone. I'll certainly be back to revisit this faraway land, Over mountains and over prairies, From dawn 'til day is done, My horse and me keep riding, Into this settin' sun.

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