#( IN CHARA / black talon. )

[kitkinnie]

some of my kintype's behaviors for fun!

using my head to let people know i love them (putting my head against their chest or shoulder) -> cat headbonks

stretching (i need to do this more often but i don't currently really have the space.. when i move out i wanna try stretching more frequently) -> moekka and cat behaviors

joking/saying things robotically ("directive fulfilled"/"quest complete" when i finish a task or get something for someone, "nutrients aquired" when i make myself food, etc.) -> alien and robot behavior

big tail lashing when annoyed -> moekka, cat, leviathan, AND dragon behavior! no wagging here

tail tip twitching when excited/happy -> moekka and cat behavior

wing shimmying/ruffling (ambient/idle behavior) -> moekka, bird, and dragon behavior

wiggling fingers/doing "claw hands" (to achieve the feeling of having or unsheathing claws/talons) -> moekka, cat, leviathan, and dragon behavior

involuntary smiling when upset/being prone to hysteria/manic laughter -> im sorry but. chara coded (this is one of the things that made me consider chara as one of my kins since that's a behavior we share)

the entire moekka ear emoting guide i made can go here too. this is what my ears do

fins flaring out when aggressive -> dragon and leviathan behavior

snarling/showing fangs(i dont have actual fangs. tragic) when angry/aggressive -> moekka, dragon, leviathan, cat, werewolf, and cryptid behavior

snorting/exhaling through nose or sighing when angry/annoyed (steam is supposed to come out) -> dragon behavior

bouncing/doing weird little high steppies when excited -> moekka behavior (i don't do this irl much because my leg anatomy is tragically not suited for it but. steppies !)

purring (something i can't do irl, at least not comfortably/real-ly) -> moekka, cat, and dragon behavior

thinking in concepts/pictures rather than words and having to translate my thoughts into cohesive english on the fly -> cryptid/alien/robot behavior, generally giving a "not human" vibe. kind of annoying when im trying to explain myself quickly and concisely tbh

being sooo sleepy all the time (/slight exag but im a pro at napping) -> cat and dragon behavior. these guys love to sleep

avoiding direct sun (i get sooo hot and sweaty in the summer i cannot handle the heat) -> its giving vampire (i get teasingly called one all the time since i always wear black and dont go in the sun. im also super pale) but in reality, its cryptid behavior babey!

squatting on things/perching/sitting up high/not sitting on furniture correctly -> cat/moekka/dragon/bird/cryptid behavior. also the autism . i always wanna be sitting on stuff like a gargoyle

walking on tiptoes -> MOEKKA BEHAVIOR !!! i miss my digitigrade legs so bad

climbing up high (i never learned how to climb things and im not physically strong enough to either... it scares me because i dont have the parts i need to climb properly but) -> dragon/cat/moekka behavior

eating fruit and meat -> moekka, dragon, leviathan, and bird behavior. i like bread and rice n.. carbs. a lot irl but its not a part of many of my kintypes' diet

being in the water in general -> leviathan and dragon kin. i dont actually know how to swim (ashamed) but i know id be so good at it if i had my big tails and dragon wings or leviathan fins to propel me. i need to be zooming . and also be resistant to salt water. i prefer pools

flyingggg -> dragon/moekka/bird (i miss flying so bad. i wanna fly i wanna be in the air and sleep on clouds and zoom right over the water)

collecting things, picking up rocks, not being afraid to handle/deal with bugs -> bird brain . some dragon and leviathan in there too (my biggest collections are plushies, pokemon cards, and keychains/pins, and my mom literally calls me outside the apartment for mantis duty. recently we've been getting praying mantises in the hallway so theres a cup and piece of paper outside that i keep there and use to pick them up and throw them out the window)

that's all i can think of for right now but you guys should totally send me asks about my kintypes .. talking about them (especially the ones that aren't real) helps me connect to them more n also i get to share stuff i made up like for leviathans and moekkas :]

[desara-fen]

man i am forever salty that i lost the will to play one of my old charas on this west marches because she is literally perfect in terms of items and whatnot.

picture this: high elf, level 14 swashbuckler rogue

she has two swords. black talon and THE sunblade. has a red and black chromatic rose. an eagle whistle. glamoured studded leather armor. boots of speed. AND flying carpet but reflavored to be a portable hang-glider.

BLACK TALON AND THE SUNBLADE. LIGHT AND DARK. RED AND BLACK CHROMATIC ROSE.

she also has ritual caster and has a winged cat for a familiar, can summon a phantom steed and tiny hut. literally a girlboss who doesn't need anyone.

my girl is like, literally amazing and i love her. BUT i no longer want to associate with her because of her history and other players ;-;

[talvn]

⸻      𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.   /   @redetct​

     ❝     ah-ah  --  i better not hear you went  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  sleepless night, birdie  !     ❞

it never thrilled penny to return from scouring the streets of gotham to see timothy pushing his human form for the many thoughts that occupy his mind.    the circumstance distracts penelope from her own exhaustion  --  the dirt and sweat is forgotten, and instead,   she  𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦  at robin’s cape to get his attention.   ❝     we both know the last thing ya’ want is for me to suplex you into your bed  -  so tell me what’s so important or else  !!     ❞

[ineffectualvillainy]

This is my blog and I'm going to post my own stupid OCs. And there's nothing you can do about it. So there! Ha!

Kas/IneffectualVillain/goddamn ridiculous self-insert/blog mascot.

Typical queer-coded self-aware card-carrying villain. Occultist. Evil cult leader. Former academic who skipped down the left-hand path. Tried to harness the dark and uncanny powers of a Lovecraftian entity in a ritual but was prevented by heroes. In the process they suffered some magical blow-back and found themselves gazing into the abyss, knowing things man was not meant to know and generally having their mind scrambled by cosmic horror beyond comprehension. Lucky for them, they had sold their soul years before so may not be *totally* fucked. Many cultists were sacrificed - blood everywhere- all over the damn standing stones. A remote country house is now tainted from it’s foundations to the etheric plane by the eldritch fallout. What a mess. The heroes had to rescue the villain in the hope that they may be coerced into repairing what damage they have wrought. ...It’s not looking good.

Aesthetic: Hammer horror, campy 1960’s Satanism, folk horror, early c20th occult societies, Lovecraft and weird fiction, cartoonish villainy, 1930’s lesbians. Lots of candelabra, red velvet and dusty dread grimoires. A faint smell of incense, intoxicating brews, hellfire and formaldehyde. Black, red, sickly green and electric blue.

Skills: Vast amount of occult knowledge, antiquarian, has dabbled in necromancy, many forms of ritual magic, and alchemy. Despite what you might have heard they never actually went to study on a mountain under eastern ascended masters - mostly they just hung around Fitzrovia being a drunken nuisance. Some aptitude for housebreaking, book and artefact theft. Is probably independently wealthy; comes from upper-middle class background. Managed to appear impressive enough to draw in a load of cultists. If all else fails, can pick and then lose a fight in a way that the other guy goes to jail.

Chara: Arrogant, haughty, insufferable “genius”. Antagonistic. Self-centred. Arch. Unrepentantly evil. Maniacally obsessed with power and their evil schemes. A bit deranged. First-class evil laugh.

Appearance notes: Sickly and strung out, small, thin, scar on one side of face. Talons. Ambiguous gender and age. Fond of chelsea boots and cuban heels, capes, fur collars and, er....pyjamas.

[ettawritesnstudies]

happy mgm! what are your characters’ views on birds? any sort of birds, whatever exist in your world!

hi I'm sorry this is so so late, I accidentally dumped it in my drafts folder and didn’t remember about it until just now

[for context: Avians are a winged humanoid with 4 bird wings and have feathered and taloned feet. Birds as they exist in our world don't exist, but various breeds of griffins are common and function essentially in the same way as birds to in our world. They’re hybrids of bird wings and talons and other smallish four-legged creatures. These can vary in terms of regality vs trash birbs vs babies from the griffons of mythology that are eagle-lions to seagull-racoons to sparrow-mice.]

Acheran likes the griffins of all sorts and often tries to conversate with them and win them over with small treats and shiny things which he has in abundance. He’s got a few crow-black cats that hang around his shop occasionally.

Chara’s fairly indifferent, but she respects the griffins as fellow flying friends and generally gives them their space.

Grace will absolutely try to tame them, and begs Acheran to tell her his secrets, but she’s ultimately too loud to actually get them to stay around. She and Luca both really like watching them though. 

Enne usually doesn’t care but she does find them annoying when they get into the trash or try to steal their clothes off the drying line or get into her collection. She’s also the one that leaves out food for them, so all of her complaining is totally self-inflicted because of her secret soft spot for the stupid things

thanks for the ask!

[rebeltheanomaly]

Roughdraft/Notes on Grieftale Act 1 Part 3

Papyrus turns around and spots you. "AH! HUMAN! DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE SPIKES, THEY'LL GO DOWN WHEN YOU SOLVE MY PUZZLE!" he grumbles to himself "THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET PEOPLE TO SOLVE THEM" then he perks up "REALLY? YOU HAVE A PUZZLE? HAVE I FINALLY MET SOMEONE AS PASSIONATE AS ME?" *Grins* The manufacturer doesn't need it, the buyer doesn't want it, and the user doesn't know he's using it. What is it? "OH! I KNOW THIS ONE! SANS TOLD IT TO ME WHEN HE WAS FEELING MORE LAZY THAN USUAL! IT'S A TOMB! *his grin falters a tiny bit, just to the point that it looks like a condescending smirk* Here's another one, would you rather know the date or cause of your death?* "HMM I DON'T KNOW THIS ONE..." He bends over and rubs his chin and he tries to think. 

*Asks another disturbing question* Would you rather murder 3 innocent children or 3 of your closest friends? "I- I WOULD NEVER MURDER ANYONE! THE ANSWER IS NO ONE!" Papyrus cries. "THERE'S ALWAYS ANOTHER WAY! *smile falters, but is internally laughing like a maniac at what is in his eyes, a "Pathetically Naive Idiotic Child who doesn't see the world for what it is", he makes his face one of concern to mask his true intentions* Oh, i'm sorry... I just... Tend to dwell on those things.... Being through what i've been through will do that to you.. Papyrus looks concerned... then perks up. "HERE! SOLVE MY PUZZLE! IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER! THEN WHEN THE SPIKES ARE DOWN I CAN GIVE YOU A BIG HUG!!" Ok...*looks around at the puzzle, strategizing, then completing it with ease* "YAY! YOU'RE SO GOOD AT PUZZLES!!" He exclaims, pulling you into a hug. "YOU MUST CARE ABOUT PUZZLES LIKE ME! YOU'LL LIKE NEXT NEXT ONE EVEN MORE!!" He runs off, even floating off the ground, and you see sans a little up ahead, waiting for you apprehensively *Sans senses the demon still in control, and can feel it's aura, it's nothing like Chara or any other fiend he's had to deal with....* Sans feels for the knife in his pocket, gripping it tightly. he stares wearily at you but doesn't make a move, since his brother is still alright. "Hey kid... about what you were trying to do earlier..." he can't seem to bring himself to make eye contact. "nevermind. good job on the puzzle. go on, my brother is waiting for you. just... don't try anything you might regret, okay?" *Grins* The other kid will regret.... *he then walks off* sans's eyes go dark and he tenses, holding himself back. "Calm down sans." he thinks to himself. "They haven't done anything yet. You made a PROMISE." *He runs along, tripping on an icecap "hey, watch the hat!" icecap snaps. "i mean, what hat? i don't have a hat." *grins and runs off with his hat, leading him on a chase* "H-hey! i need that to look cool!" i cries, chasing you up the hill *grins evilly* Have it your way then... *throws it and... basically cuts his head off, like that one guy from Mortal Kombat...... FATALITY!! he turns to dust, his body first, then his head with a shocked expression that says "the ironyyyy" you're now at the top of the hill, and you can see that to safely cross the ice you need to solve another puzzle *goes on, sees the nice cream guy's stall* He looks over at you enthusiastically. "Hey there! Care for some nice cream? It's the frozen treat that warms your heart. I started my own business! See-- every nice cream has a nice message inside the wrapping!" he pulls one out and offers it to you *the gelato suddenly melts and pools at his feet, way more then what's possible, to the point that he's standing in a puddle of it. Suddenly, a giant hand comes out of the puddle and crushes NCR (Fallout joke) guy in it's fists. Lucian looks upon the gorified rabbit creature and sniggers* Guess it's not just revenge that's best served cold... (Insert CSI "Yeaaaahhh!" here) nice cream guy gurgles, his blood turning to dust. he looks down at you with tears in his eyes as his head disappears. You see a fork in the path, the right leading down a hill where you can see sans standing at the bottom, not noticing you. L:*grins, then grimaces, he felt an unpleasant sensation as his skin touched a certain kind of metal, which is picked up by one of Alphys's cameras.... (FORESHADOWING HIS WEAKNESS) He growls and takes whichever path leads to a dead end, scowling to Sans's amusement, though he doesn't know the true extent of his evil yet, he at least knows it's taking control of the kid's body, and that's never a good sign* you find another door to the ruins, with mushrooms in the front. on your way out you find a deer-looking creature, adorned to his dismay with christmas decorations *Ignores it at first, he then takes a vial of blood out of his pocket and rubs it on the burn, soothing it* the deer notices and grimaces (or is that just its face) "that's disgusting." it says. Sans looks over to you, curious. "SANS WHY ARE YOU NEVER WHERE I NEED YOU TO BE" you hear from up the hill. Sans looks up and disappears, leaving you with the deer. (Grins and splashes the rest of the bottle in the deer's face) The deer groans in disgust, rubbing their face in the snow *He finds the decorations become incredibly heavy* the deer is unable to lift their head from the snow, they start to suffocate and struggle, kicking wildly until they run out of breath and energy T^T (The child's leg suddenly turns into a talon as it crushes the Deer's head in with it, grinning) It's so annoying i can only show parts of my true form while i'm stuck in this hideous body... *His leg changes back* But atleast i'm making good progress.. you peer into the cracks in the walls and spot eyes, upon further inspection an entire family of deer are stuck in the ruins, they watch with bloodshot eyes, seeing through you, as if they've stared outside for so long they've lost touch with reality *Looks at them, kinda liking their appearance* Hehe.. *pulls out his Bladed gloves he got from the box, grinning madly* *He lunges at them, ripping one clean in half* (Meanwhile, Alphys discovers an archive on the last creature that had a Crimson soul) Computer: A soul of true evil, those who possess this soul come to spread suffering, madness, chaos and misery. They gain incredible power, and if they manage to kill everything that opposes them they can even destroy the world and remake in their own twisted image. The last one with a Crimson soul comes from prehistoric accounts, when monsters were in their dark ages, for humans hadn't yet came into existence. The Crimson Devil caused several disasters and countless fatalities that happened before earth’s continents were separated. *She sees truly terrifying images, which seem to be artist's interpretations of the event... she has too warn them* Lab:*Alphys's Lab A.I. responds to the words from the computer* So, is it ok to start panicking? "oh my g-goodness, o-oh my!" she gasps, watching the (dog army?) get ripped limb from limb. "this... this is what the files were talking about! i h-have to warn everyone!" she fumbles with her phone, dialing undyne or asgore or anybody that could help. Lab A.I.: Wait.. *rewinds it a little bit, seeing Lucian burn himself on that metal* Do you see that? "Th-this could change everything! I c-can save everyone! oh my gosh, I have to investigate!!" Lab:*scans it* Platinum... Maybe you should look at the archives for the Platinum soul… She scurries to the opposite wall (not visible in the game), which is lined with shelves covered in books. She begins scanning for a book relating to human souls or platinum. The Crimson, unyielding Malice, The Charcoal, Unending despair, and the Platinum, Undying hope... The Crimson will rise and bring utter cataclysm to the world, having learned from it's past mistakes, it will target the one who is destined for the weapon that last took its power. After taking the the body, it will suppress the soul until it is weakened enough to take the body of them, then will challenge the most powerful being that it hasn't yet destroyed, _S__E_ __E___R All will seem hopeless, until the Platinum, along with the Crimson's victims, will all empower the being, now godlike. Even for all the power it has gained, it will fall back to lick its wounds, but not before inflicting the Platinum with an utterly despairing melady The Platinum will turn Charcoal, and even though most of the damage has been reversed, the destined one's family will still be dead by their hand. They will only be saved when the following has been achieved: "The Angel will fall upon belief he is a demon His newfound comrades will cause him to rediscover meaning in his life A black weight will lift on his shining heart And so the new age will begin" i’ll call undyne and we can both support the charcoal soul so it can become platinum again! Lab: Are you really willing to take that chance? Alphys, this isn't some Anime you watch, this is real life, i mean that Prophecy could be only partially true, i mean, this was back when Monsters still believed in Gods for Science sake. (Atheist humor) “monsters will believe again after asgore becomes one, just like i believe in this human!! undyne is going to help too, i just know it!” she dials and explains the situation to undyne, who immediately interrupts her with “WHAT? THERE’S A HUMAN?? WHERE?” Lab:*lets out a long groan* Welp, we're screwed... alphys: oh hush, look we can see the platinum soul in action!! L:*is ambush comedied by Snowdrake* "M.. m.. macaroni and freeze! You gotta chill out, man, or i'll fight you in cold blood!" You slash him across the face. "You're not funny." "THIS won't be funny either!" He cries, sending crescent blades at you, which you dodge effectively, except you slip on the ice a little and take a small cut in the neck. You growl. "Is your flesh rotten as you?" he heckles, continuing to attack you. You dodge more easily this time and get close, smirking. "..heh." You say, staring him right in the eyes. "What are YOU laughin' at?!?" Snowdrake barks, pretending not to be upset. You wanna hear the biggest joke of all? (Incoming Joker reference) "i bet it won't be better than mine." he utters with false bravado *Proceeds to insert nihilism into his head* Everything! All you creatures have ever valued or worked for.. I't all ends... So why care about anything? When everything burns... *grins sadistically as his words worm their way into his mind* One day, you and everything you care about will be gone, and no one will remember it... Life is but a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud suspended in endless nothing... They struggle to make a retort, and slink away utterly crushed… *Grins and manifests his newfound despair as endless jokes playing in his head, constantly reminding him of how pointless everything is, he eventually can't take it anymore...* snowdrake bursts into tears, wiping them away uselessly with his wings. he approaches the river... and just keeps walking until he falls in "as if by accident". in his head he thinks "i guess i walked into that one... ugh that was terrible." he lets himself sink to the bottom, letting out all the air in his chest. (grins and walks on, finding the snowman) Lab: YOU SEE alphys: he was just being rude, he didn't kill him! he just walked off!) "hello traveler! i wish i could see the world like you... please, take a piece of my snow, so that i can?" Lab: I picked up something from that, he was using despair fields to manipulate his emotions... And don't tell me that grin doesn't just scream "Sadistic Psychopath" to you. L: *grins and melts him with Crimson energy, kicks him into the lake, and walks away, he doesn't see the thing rising out of the lake behind him Alphys: What happened to that snowman??? Lab: the negativity magic he radiates... it could have merged with his snow. when he hit the water it froze around him. Lucian:*turns around and grins* This should be interesting.. the ice golem trudges out of the water, its yells incoherent, though if you concentrated you think it might be saying "betrayed" It sends a shower of ice shards down at you *His body lights up in flames of Hatred, then jumping into the golem* your searing heat melts straight through it, leaving a gaping hole in the middle. In the middle hole is a very small, broken soul, which turns to dust. The golem shudders, and turns into water, dousing the area. (grins at his work, he walks on, once again seeing the damned flower) I suppose you want to die too weed? Flowey looks almost intimidated. he's not doing a good job of hiding his nervousness. "unlikely, you overpowered idiot. I'm the prince of this world's future, and you'll get what's coming to you." (he ends up trying to fight back, which happens several times btw) (L guffaws) Goat boy, you had your chance long ago… Flowey starts to grow taller and taller, yet still staying proportional. His face turns dark and twisted. "Now's fine, you idiot" (L's host gains claws, wings, a scorpion-esque tail, and horns) Hehe, you pathetic creatures are all the same... Either too dumb to live, or too weak to fight… Flowey's vines strike the ground like spears, which you dodge successfully, but you get slashed across the arm (not too serious) by one of the last ones. "If it's dumb but it works then it's not dumb, trashbag." flowey says, grinning. (grins) The more damage you do to me, the stronger I become... (tail slashes him) “What? That doesn’t even make sense, you’re just saying that to look cool.” flowey retorts, curving his body away from the tail and sending a shower of pellets Then let me show you... (he realizes attacks that are supposed to do damage only give him more Hp, Atk, and Def.) "What the hell?! HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!?" He attacks you with all he has (he pins him to the ground, and stares into his eyes) You clearly don't realize what you're up against! "I..." shit! he thinks. I have to get away! he shrinks at an unexpected rate, weakening your hold of him. He wriggles back into the ground. "don't think this is over, barf brains." he heads for alphys' lab. (he grins and wanders on, wondering if there's any more monsters on the way to snowdin) You approach the bridge, Papyrus and sans waiting on the other side. "HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE! BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!" Deadly objects pop out of a wooden structure above and below the bridge. "WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE! ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN! ARE YOU READY? BECAUSE! I! AM! ABOUT! TO DO IT!" L: Go ahead.... "well? What's the holdup?" sans asks his bro. "HOLDUP? WHAT HOLDUP? I'M... I'M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!" "that uh... doesn't look very activated." "WELL... THIS CHALLENGE SEEMS... MAYBE TOO EASY FOR THE HUMAN TO DEFEAT. YEAH! WE CAN'T USE THIS ONE! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS! THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS! AWAY IT GOES" The deadly devices retract into their positions, and papyrus sighs with relief. he runs off, and sans smiles at you awkwardly. "Well... I don't know what my brother is going to do now. Thanks for playing along, i really appreciate it. Just make sure you understand blue attacks, and you'll be fine." (Grins at him, and references his conflict with gaster) I wonder how your father would react..... Knowing you don't even try to save him.... Sans stiffens, his eyes wide and shocked. He rests his hand against his skull, thinking hard with a manic expression. "k-kid... how do you know about gaster?" (he chuckles) You'll know soon enough... (he walks into snowdin, no one seems to have evacuated yet) Sans watches you walk away, unsettled and shaken. He chuckles nervously, grabbing bunches of his sweater in his fists to keep them from shaking. "Heheh... that's right... they probably learned about him in a reset..." He lets go of his sweater, but his hands are still shaking, so he stuffs them into his pockets. His finger brushes against the cold surface of the knife he confiscated. He thinks to himself "I don't remember a reset where they faced gaster... Jeez, I don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He teleports to the entrance of the ruins, sitting down, looking exhausted from the stress. He knocks on the door without thinking. "Knock kno-" his eyes settle on the slight color difference between the snow and toriel's dust in front of him, and his soul squeezes painfully in his chest. He pulls his hood over his head and brings his knees to his chest, burying his head in them to keep warm. he thinks: "The kid's creepy, there's no denying it, but they've been okay so far. They looked genuinely scared and confused when tori-- It couldn't have been them. It had to be a mistake. In any case, they're good to Pap. I'm sure Papyrus will have fun with them... I have time. I'm just... so tired." His eyes close and he drifts to sleep. (explaining why he doesn't save papyrus) (he looks at all the people, he steps inside grillby's, which has no one but a certain fiery bartender at the moment...) His eyes narrow and he stops cleaning his glass. "I'm sorry, we've just closed." (he grins) Then I'll just take my order and leave... (gazes at him) Grillby stares back without any hint of emotion, clearly waiting for you to order. You can sense he's on edge, but nothing he does gives it away. *He grins and slashes at him* Your life. Grillby sort of expected this based on your behavior, so he dodges quickly and throws his glass at you. You dodge as well, but cause a large enough racket that the bear outside walks in. "hey what's goin' on in here? As mayor i need to know!"

[bestwatergymleader]

learn who else i might be

ROLEPLAYING HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblog!

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Deceit from Sanders Sides

Virgil from Sanders Sides

Professor Venomous from Sanders Sides

Black Hat from Villainous

SCP-049

some ocs based on the 7 deadly sins

a team skull grunt for funsies

A Death who’d rather hang out with mortals than anything else

currently

Malzahar from LoL

Jhin from LoL

a sad Mettaton

Flowey

Undying Undyne

Clockwork from DP

Shadowy Figure from OK KO

Wallace, obviously

Talon from LoL

An angel character named Thanatos

White Diamond

used to

2 LoL summoners named Mad Writer and Crazy Pen

Nocturne from LoL

DJ Sona

an OC named Yikara

Chara from Undertale

Napstablook

an oc who was a drug dealer for Undertale

Dan Phantom

might revive

Crazy Pen

Chara

Dan Phantom

There’s a sort of trend here with the characters I play...coughmostofthemareevil

tagged by: @desertcolosseumking

tagging: @steelwingchampion @johto-heroic @sansoftimeandspace @maythehoennsapphire @magnetpulled @shadowscythc

[saintheartwing]

Mercy Detached from Justice Grows Unmerciful: Finale

Garamond was truly "big-boned" in every sense of the word. He wore large shoulder pads atop his thick, skeletal frame, a huge breastplate over his chest, which was puffed out and proud, his cape flowing down his back as he rested his immense, gauntlet-wearing hands upon the podium before him, and stood tall and resolute at the witness stand. The skeletal monster looked squarely at Gaster, who was quietly shivering, Frisk gently passing him a cup of tea which he nervously took in one holey hand, taking a small sip. "Cookies?" The little human added as they lifted up a small plate of chocolate chip cookies to match. "Ms. Toriel passed them to me. She's waiting outside in the hall with Papyrus and Asgore and Alphys and...and everyone else. They're waiting to be called in as character witnesses. We're doing everything we can." "...cookies and tea." Gaster spoke softly, looking over the small chocolate chip cookie in his hand, turning it over slightly. "...cookies and tea. Mothering really does come naturally to her, doesn't it?" "Cookies and counseling are her specialty." Frisk remarked with a small smile, and Gaster was surprised to find himself smiling back. "What do you see when you look at me?" He wanted to know. "I know what Christa sees. I can imagine what Sans sees. What do you see?" "I see someone very, very sad." Frisk offered with a quiet look of contempation on his Asian-American face, the little brown haired child watching as Gaster slowly munched on the cookie in his hand with tiny little deliberate bites. "I see a very sad man who's had a very sad life and needs a hug. I'd let Paps in to do it, but he's saving a "Super Duper Papyrus Hug" for your acquittal." "Of course he'd name the hug." Gaster remarked with a small, chuckling sigh before he turned to look back at Garamond, as Chara stood up, smirking slightly, and approached the witness stand, slightly pacing back and forth. "Garamond, do tell us. What was it you remember whilst on the front lines of the Monster-Human War? Do you even remember how it started?" "Yes. All of monsterkind does." Garamond intoned in a very deep, rich voice, one of culture and dignity as Chara smirked a bit and turned to Frisk. "I believe the Defense AND Prosecution have some shared pieces of evidence, this being "Exhibit D"?" She inquired of him, raising an eyebrow up. Frisk nodded softly and approached, bringing up a plaque from the large box of "Evidence" on Christa's table, swiftly crossing the floor as the Judge steepled his fingers, and the host within the courtroom softly murmured and whispered amongst each other. Frisk handed the plaque to Chara, who looked it over, holding it up. "So...this history plaque. On this...is a an illustration of a strange creature." Chara announced, handing the picture to Garamond. "What do you think of it?" "...I find it rather beautiful, in a terrifying way. Like a thunderstorm." Garamond reasoned, as Gaster looked at the plaque as it was handed back to Chara, then brought over to the defense table as Chara put it down. Gaster shivered a little, seeinig the big, sunken eyes...the hole-filled hands, the gigantic heart emblazoned in the chest. Lines were rising up from the top and bottom of this creature's eyes, stretching over the face...deep, sunken, utterly black eyes with white pupils, clawed hands, taloned feet, impossibly strong and huge... It was...an unsettling drawing. "That history plaque, that's an artist's drawing. About as old as the barrier itself, made around the time of the war, correct?" Chara inquired. "Correct." Garamond remarked. "What, exactly, does it detail?" "...a monster that has defeated humans...and taken their souls. The power to take their Souls is what humans feared." "Did it happen?" "Yes. Not...much, but...enough. King Asgore's father, in fact, took several. He almost got 7." Garamond confessed on the stand. "It had arisen out of continuously rising tensions in the kingdom. Every day was beginning to feel like the calm before the storm, for whispers and murmurs were growing about monsters who had presumably stolen human souls after several houses had been burnt down. The leader of the humans, Tobias, he demanded Asgore's father address this, he insisted that the Pyrope family no longer be allowed to live within city limits because they were too dangerous to humans. King Maecoal didn't like that." Gaster flinched. He knew what was coming next. His father had died tragically of a bone disease that had hit him hard, making him waste away, and his mother had evidently contracted the same disease. She had been getting thinner and skinnier yet even so she'd stood by King Maecoal at the meeting of human and monster, out in the town square, as platoons of guards stood on either side of the two rulers. He remembered the searing heat of the sun, the clanking and clanging of armor on everyone's frame. He could see sweat slowly dribbling down the cheeks and foreheads of various human guards, all looking at the horned head of King Maecoal as he'd angrily yelled at the young boy king, at Tobias, who had looked over King Maecoal's shoulder...and squarely at the young Toriel as she stood alongside Asgore and Gaster, who clung tightly to his mother. "...Toriel, would you, pray kindly, inform your father-in-law that-" Tobias had begun to say, his tone not that of a king, but more...pleading, as if asking something very personal and embarrassing. But King Maecoal had spoke angrily. "HOW do you know of her so well that thou can speak to her thusly?!" "Mistress Toriel happened to be a very good acquaintance of mine before she decided to take your son to be her husband!" "You were making passes at her?" Maecoal had a terrible, awful, temper. His fist was raised. Tobias reeled back, and another guard shot forward, spear held up. "Sir, stand back, we'll-" Maecoal hit the young guard so hard in the face, Gaster would never, ever forget it. He would never forget the weight and power and agonizing CRUTCHA-KRAK sound that echoed through the air, as the man's helmeted head spun to the side forcibly, his body hitting the ground with such force, and everyone stared as Maecoal angrily glowered at Tobias...then at the faintly flickering orange soul wafting up from the body. It was only there for a few moments, like a candle about to be snuffed out in the wind, but...Maecoal ensnared it with one hand, the other pointing furiously at Tobias. "This meeting is over, we've more right than you to this land, we were here first!" "No you weren't, our family owned the lands east of the mountain for generations!" "You did not!" Yelling. Shouting. Tobias was getting mad as well, and then the guards decided to surge forward, trying to protect their kings. Arial grabbed Gaster, shielding him, trying to tug him away as the clangs of swords and spears began ringing through the air, and he could see ANOTHER soul being grabbed by Maecoal, as Asgore took hold of Toriel and ran. Gaster heard the screaming of the dying and the doomed, he heard his mother calling out, seeing her raising her spear. And he realized he was shuddering as everyone in the courtroom turned to look at him. "How many died that day?" Chara inquired of Garamond. "81. There were 18 humans that died, and 63 monsters. And I saw that play out upon the field of battle...it seemed that every one human it seemed three or four monsters would die." Garamond intoned quietly, looking down at his lap. "Maecoal died by a spare arrow, it cut through his neck after the Souls began rebelling. The problem is that if you don't have 7 souls, complete control, it's...quite difficult to maintain your form and your power." The skeletal monster confessed. "The court is aware of this." The Judge said calmly. "After all, "Flowey" had six human souls. Six souls of "mere" children, and even with all his power, he couldn't manage to hold onto it. They were able to rebel against him and reduce him to a wilted, helpless thing." "THAT I know from personal experience." Christa remarked with a smirk. "He thought himself so powerful. It never once crossed his mind that the Souls might rebel. Then again, I've learned monsters like to gloss over that. The same way they like to gloss over how the war started, or how dangerous they can become when they claim human souls." She admitted with a quiet sigh. "Everyone wants to believe they're good, they never want to consider the mistakes they've made. It's too painful."   "Mr. Garamond, your dear brother Gaster was there at the front lines, and saw the inciting incident that led to the war between monsters and humans. But he was a civlian, wasn't he? He didn't have fighting abilities. Why did he come?" "Well, everyone was there." Garamond reasoned. "Before our mother died, she insisted we stay together and with the army because it wouldn't be safe to be in the city. It was best for all of us to stay together. Monsters HAD to stick together." "So the idea of getting to safety never entered your mind?" "We thought we could win." Garamond remarked, looking slightly stubbornly at Chara's rather smug face. "After all, we had magic. Every monster can do magic. We were doing well at first! It took an entire year before they finally defeated us, but for the first three months we did well. We had high hopes, even though we were somewhat suffering from continuous, gradual attack. We didn't realize we were being worn down. I certainly didn't realize it until I was facing that mage, and before I knew it, his sword was halfway through my cheek." "Shortsightedness seems to run in the family." Chara chuckled. "Your HONOR!" Christa called out. "Withdrawn. I have a new witness to call. Gaster...would you be so kind as to replace your brother on the witness stand?" Gaster took another little cookie, popping it into his mouth and swallowing it in a single gulp before he approached the stand, Garamond giving him a firm smile. "Do not let her ruffle you. You're stronger than you think you are." Garamond insisted as Gaster watched his elder, taller, resolute brother head out the door, and he took his place at the podium, Christa watching with Frisk as Chara stood right in front of the glasses-wearing, labcoat-having scientist. "Speaking of shortsightedness, what in HEAVEN'S name did you think would happen when Asgore learned you'd been experimenting on children? Did you really think he would be alright with this? After what he'd endured with his own two children, myself included? Tell me, Dr. Gaster. Why did you not stop and think 'If my best friend finds out, he will never forgive me, maybe I should stop"?" "I knew he wouldn't forgive me." Gaster said, trying to keep his voice level, reaching into his labcoat, getting out a cigarette, the need to burn, to take ash into his lack of lungs beginning to swell up in his frame as he began to feel an ugly tingling rising at the back of his neck. "I would have to...do what I had to quickly and accept the punishment." "Meaning?" Gaster took a long drag on the cigarette, his hand shaking slightly.  "I...had...sort of p-planned it out. I'd...wait until the two were together, and...I'd inject Sans and Papyrus as they slept with a...chemical solution. It would end their lives swiftly and...and painlessly. I'd...have dreams about it. Constantly. Almost every night. Increasingly, as the weeks went on, ever since Sans had spoken to me about how cowardly he thought I was. How...how I was wasting my choices and my chances." Gaster murmured, his voice beginning to break. "I'd dream about...going into their cells." His body was shaking now. "I'd turn off the grid shield keeping them in, I'd-I'd approach their beds, the needle in my hand. I'd-I'd administer it to the-the back of their necks, I'd-I'd start with Sans first, and then Papyrus. I'd...I'd dream of him awakening, of seeing his face, and staring at me, staring as the light faded, staring as his body then turned still and to dust and-and I'd be holding it my hands all over again and-and-" Gaster's voice had grown increasingly higher in pitch, his body shaking and quivering as he finally held his head in his hands, and then took a long, deep, rattling breath. "...the dreams...stopped. The dreams stopped after I had begun experiments with space and time. Trying to open portals, and-and this monstrous, blobby eldritch THING came out. And suddenly, I was there, I was on the battlefield, and for once, for ONCE, I was fighting, and I wasn't being a coward, and this time I wasn't going to fail my family, THIS time I wasn't going to just curl into a ball and cry, THIS time I wasn't going to let them die right in front of me and let my fear stick me to the ground!" He yelled out, as the felt the hot, burning stinging tears drizzling down his cheek. Chara watched quietly, then stepped back, looking at Christa. "I've no further questions. You?" Christa took a long, deep breath, and the frizzy, brown-haired girl adjusted her glasses. Then she spoke. "This blobby, eldritch thing. Do you remember what happened next, after you fought it?" "It told me that "You have such an interest in the future" but the future had little in me. That everything I'd made, created, none if it needed me, and nobody will remember me when I'm gone. And so I'd have to ask myself...if it was...if it was worth it." Gaster managed to murmur out, as he looked up, staring right into Christa's eyes, trying to take in deep, harsh breaths, his voice ragged and cracked. "What happened?" "I later asked Papyrus to heal me. He...he told me I had made so, so many awful decisions. But I could be better than I was. I told him I didn't think I could, and even if I tried...I asked him, "When you look Forward, can you see me"?" "Looking forward, that means?" "Sans and Papyrus had, at the lab, a gift. They could see into the future, down the timeline. But no matter what they saw, there seemed to be few definite commonalities. One thing they WERE sure of was...they didn't see me." Gaster managed to whisper out. "So what did that tell you?" "...it was all...pointless. And I was pointless." Gaster muttered. "I had been...studying the CORE and the data from the timelines. I had seen my presence didn't pop up, but I believed the data the studies gave me had a minor bug. What Papyrus told me made me realize how...useless I was. How useless everything I'd done had been. When Alphys went to speak to me that day I...fell in, I couldn't stop thinking about how...easy it would be. To just end it all." He whispered, his pupils in his dark sockets becoming tiny little pinpricks. "To take that solution I'd thought of using on them, on the brothers, on...on my sons, and-and use it on myself. All those times I'd been so close to death, and I'd never truly thought of what it would be like to die. Now I couldn't stop thinking about it. About not existing anymore. And..." His voice trailed off. His body was quivering and shaking. And then, his voice turned dead, and stony, and solemn. "I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve those cookies. I don't deserve that hug from Papyrus. I don't deserve a lawyer like you, Christa, who has to suffer every time she looks at me, to see a torturing, pathetic excuse of a man wearing her friend's face. I don't deserve a nice child like you, Frisk, showing me mercy. I don't even deserve disdain from Sans. No. No, that implies I'm worth thinking about, and I'm not. I'm not. I am..." He hung his head. "I am nothing." Absolute silence seemed to reign within the courtroom, the doors in the back opening very, very slowly, as, one after the other, Toriel, Asgore, Papyrus and Sans entered the room, Garamond, Arial, Gaster's skeletal family and Alphys bringing up the rear, looking from Gaster to Christa, then from Frisk to Chara, then, at last, at the Judge. "Sir...is it time?" "Yes." The Judge said, as he turned to Chara, who gave a calm, firm bow as even MORE people began to enter the room, and all stood up, tall, heads held high, Gaster seeing the children of the Underground, seeing dear old Gothic. He could see the two kings, standing by each other, even see Hazel, the boy who would have been his brother, looking deep into his eyes. All of them stared right at him, then, at last... All smiled. "You chose...wisely." The Judge said. With that, he rose up, bowing, as everyone else nodded all at once, and Gaster felt absolute confusion settling over him. "Wh...what do you mean?" He inquired, staring in confusion, looking around, mouth slightly agape. "What's going on?" "The thing is, Gaster...at the end of the day, the person who really needed to forgive you wasn't Sans or Papyrus or Asgore or Toriel or even God. You were the one who needed to forgive himself."  Frisk admitted.  "You needed to look back at everything you've done, everything that happened to you." "You had to confront the worst you did. You had to look back at all the awful things you inflicted on Sans and Papyrus, and had to reckon with yourself. We had to make sure you really, truly understood what you did. We needed an honest, genuine reaction, and we wouldn't have gotten that from you, gotten you to reach this point if we hadn't been through EVERYTHING in your life. What made you what you were today, the first time you saw violence and how it shaped you, how your loss and pain dug deep into your Soul and gave you cracks you felt you couldn't heal." Chara added with a chuckle. "You had to be put through, in essence, Hell." "If we had just asked you outright whether you felt you deserved forgiveness and a second chance, you wouldn't have truly been honest with yourself. Not informed honesty, anyway. You had to really look at everything you'd done and own up to it, and then you had to look at yourself and see what you were. You think you don't deserve mercy? Well, you made bad mistakes. Awful ones. TERRIBLE ones. But that doesn't mean you can't be forgiven and given a second chance. The biggest road block isn't anything we've set up, it's what YOU'VE said up, and now...now it's time for you to recognize it." Christa admitted. "ya think ya can't start over? ya think you can't endure all the guilt and shame? everyone lookin' at you in disgust over your past? well...tough. get over it. cuz guess what? everyone here's done things we ain't proud of, myself included. i'm just as much of a dirty coward as you are." Sans admitted with a shrug. "guess i kinda got that from you. but so often, i didn't acknowledge that. didn't improve. i just coasted by on doin' nothing. and it took me a while to realize that i was falling into the same rut you were. i had choices every day. and i was making bad ones because i thought they were the only choices." "You are not the only one who's been hurt here. But feeling sorry for yourself, feeling you're pathetic and weak and helpless isn't going to do anything. You think you don't deserve mercy? Well...Gaster...that's the whole POINT!" Papyrus proclaimed. "MERCY IS FOR THOSE WHO DON'T DESERVE IT. Every single saint was once a sinner. Everyone needs some mercy and sympathy now and then, because everyone makes mistakes. Even I, the great Papyrus, have made bad choices. And not just with my cooking!"  He added nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was often blind to how Sans was truly feeling, and I just ASSUMED he was alright too often. And it kept hurting him, and building up, and making him so cynical and nihilistic. He was barely holding on, he had almost no hope except for the hope he had in me. I've failed too. But that's alright. Because the thing is...it is never, ever too late to change. Not if you really want to." Gaster stared at all of them, his face paler than normal, his body slightly shaking as he covered his face with one arm, and his voice slightly quivered. "...no matter what I can say now, I know, Papyrus. I know NOTHING good I could ever do would be enough to make me deserve someone as kind as you." He whispered. "To...to have you saying that...to have ALL of you saying that..." "You're going to get another chance." The Judge said, as the CLANG of the gavel rang through the air, and everything began to turn bright white, and to fade into an abyss of light and warmth around Gaster, leaving only Christa remaining, a soft portal twirling and swirling behind her, a faint afterimage glistening just beyond the horizon. Gaster could faintly see himself standing there, Papyrus tied down to a steely table, with brown straps around his neck, his torso, his legs... The doctor knew that moment in time well. The moment he had decided to drill the plates into them... "This is it." Christa said softly, jabbing a thumb back at the afterimage off in the distance. "One of the easiest chances for the timelines to diverge. I hope this time, you make a good choice." She said, Gaster walking towards her, looking down at her as she smiled warmly up at him, and he felt over his face, and he gasped. For the first time in a long time, he could feel...feel his glasses were gone. Feel the lines that ran across his face, and...feel how much...softer he seemed to be. For the first time, he now realized, he now felt exactly how he looked to Christa. For the first time, he really had become the great friend she had known. "You won't remember me. But you don't need me anymore, Gaster. You've got you." She said with a smile. "You always had it in you to be better. You just had to remind yourself of it. We just had to give you a little nudge in the right direction." Christa confessed as she adjusted her glasses, and Gaster felt his smile fade slightly. "But..." He struggled to find the answer. "I...I don't want to forget you." He managed to say. "I've never really had human friends. You're probably the closest thing I've ever had to one." "I hear that a lot, Gaster." Christa said, Gaster blinking in confusion, now seeing the tears welling in her eyes. "I've done this many times, Gaster. There's a lot of you out there. So many of you that needed help. And I've tried, again and again, to be that help. The one I knew, the one I loved...he's gone on. But I can't. There's too many of you that needs help. I can't ever go back home, Gaster. My family's gone on too. So I help Gasters like you." "...how many times?" He whispered out. "I've lost count." She said, sniffling a bit, wiping her nose on her arm and smiling. "It's okay. I...I'll keep moving forward. I'll keep persevering. Because when I'm helping my friends, I feel I'm at home. That's enough for me." Gaster felt a tear come to his eye, and he wiped it away, slightly looking to the side as Christa smiled, and took his hand. Human hands could be so...WARM. So soft...yet so firm. She led him towards the faint horizon, towards the image of himself, at the table. Leading him back...back to that moment. "It's not such a bad thing, Gaster. There's so much good out here. It's like...lanterns lighting up the forest path. And it makes the leaves colors pop and dance, and it's like a beautiful harvest feast. Every little possibility of time, every world, it's like a lantern. And sometimes they need people to shut the door that someone left open, or they need some more oil, or just to be moved a bit so that their light shines more clearly. And sometimes the light's even gone out, and you need to put it back on. It's not so bad, tending to the path. It all looks so beautiful, if you do it just right." "You truly are old for one so young." Gaster whispered. "...to have to do this for so long. So often." "It's hard. But everything worth doing is hard." Christa said with a final little sad laugh. "Your lantern's been lit again, Wing Ding Gaster. Now go out there...and make sure it stays lit." With that, she gave him a big, almost bone-crushing hug. Gaster silently held her there, Christa's soft sniffling echoing through the near-infinite whiteness around her until, at last...she stepped back... And was gone, Gaster now in that room, alone, with Papyrus. "Can you move?" Gaster quietly asked the tied-down Papyrus, who was looking up at him fearfully, his chest aglow with soft blue magic. "N-No. It...it's hard to breathe." Young Papyrus whispered, his voice slightly hoarse. "I...I'm scared." A shudder rippled through Gaster's body. He looked at the drill in his hands. And then... "...I want you to understand something." Gaster spoke quietly, somberly, hanging his head. "...it is dangerous out there. The Underground where we live in is dangerous, and the Surface even more so. There are monsters who might try and hurt you, and humans who may try and kill you. I will not allow that to happen." He intoned, tossing the drill onto the table, going over towards a large cupboard, getting out large brown cloth stripes, and walking back to Papyrus, who stared, wide-eyed, at the scientist. Gaster held the brown cloth up, and began to wrap it squarely and tightly around Papyrus's hand, sealing it firmly shut onto the top of the little skeleton's frame. "Understand this. You are my...my son. I will do WHATEVER I have to if it means taking care of you, and keeping you safe. I will do what I must to make sure you are safe, and happy, and alive. If you grow up to hate me for what the measures I'll take to ensure you grow up strong...strong enough to endure whatever the Surface or the Future holds, then so be it. But understand this. I...will do just about ANYTHING...to make sure you stay alive. That...is how much I love you." With that, he harshly tied off the cloth around Papyrus's hand, and then began to undo the straps. "Do you understand, Subj-I mean..." A hesitancy, and then... "Do you understand...Papyrus?" "Is that my name?" "Yes. It is your name now." A nod, as Papyrus rose up, and he held his arms out wide. "AH. No hugging!" Gaster said quickly, Papyrus giving a loud laugh, embracing Gaster anyway, making the scientist deeply blush, a blush that filled his cheeks as Papyrus rubbed his head up against his "daddy's" chest. "Q-Quit it!" "You know you want iiiiit!" Papyrus insisted. "C-Cut it out!" "Nooo, you need a Papyrus Hug." Papyrus insisted, Gaster letting out a long, deep sigh. He had no idea if he'd ever get used to it, but then he saw Subject 1-S...no, Sans now. Yes. Sans was a nice, good, skeleton name. Sans was standing in the doorway, and he was staring at Gaster, his eyes wide. "...you're glowing." He murmured, Gaster feeling a shuddering shock rising up in his body, Papyrus stepping back, letting go of the doctor as Sans stared into Gaster's face. "Your eyes. Your eyes are glowing like...like a fire." Gaster looked across the room at the mirror on the wall over the toolbox, seeing himself. Seeing his eyes, all lit up, like his head was a big lantern that had just been relit.  He reached up to his cheek, his body quaking. Why was he crying? Why did he feel so happy, and yet...feeling as though he had lost someone? Someone of infinite value? What was this strange sensation of joy and regret that was slowly filling him like a rising fire? "...why am I...crying..." He whispered. "I don't...I don't understand..." From far, far away, Christa Solomon Lewis watched, hands in her pockets, head bowed as she let her own tears fall. Someone had to tend to these lanterns. She couldn't linger long. There were other Gasters to try and save. "Goodbye, G." She whispered as she turned and walked away, as the handplates that would be placed on Sans and Papyrus would turn to "Mercyplates", as a single good choice would have a ripple effect that spread out, wide and far, across the timestream of this Gaster's existence. She turned and walked away, trying to take comfort in the fact that now, at last, he'd be happy. And that was good enough for her. "Course, it never really is goodbye, is it? Just...see you...soon..." she whispered, her voice breaking on the last word. There were many other lanterns to tend to, after all. The woods were lonely, dark and deep, but she had promises to keep...and miles to go before she'd sleep.

[seventeendeer]

Heya! It's the DFAB anon here from a bunch of posts a while back. I've decided to make my oc nonbinary now after careful consideration! They wear earrings and are a big fan of them, and I was wondering if there were specific types of earrings that are gender neutral because of the whole unisex and internalized sexism thing. (They're slowly coming to terms with embracing some femininity, and piercings seemed like a good first step to them.)

Heyy I’m so glad to hear you’ve settled on your character’s gender!! And that they’re learning to embrace a few traditionally feminine things, that is wonderful. A+ character development.

As for good androgynous earring designs, I’d say you can never go wrong with plain old rings. If you look at my King Chara art, you’ll notice they always wear black or gold rings in their ears. It’s stylish, discreet and has been used by all genders in the west at least since the first punk movement.

There’s also always earrings that look like other things, like a dragon curling around your ear or a talon going through the skin. It really depends on your character’s style and what you want the character to be associated with!

[smol-dragon]

Wish list

because I know people like getting me things occasionally but have 0 idea what to get i’m just gonna make things easier and compose a wish list.

You can feel free to ignore this but I’m just making this for simplistic reasons. Everything will be under the cut so no worries about a long post ! I’ll update it as I find more stuff I want I guess that doesn’t break ya bank.

Cocytus Keychain  Saihara Keychain Kiibo keychain Mare Bello Fiore Keychain Saihara charm Ouma charm Ouma Keychain Sylveon Charm Talons of Power Darkness of Dragons Zero Charm (Code GEASS) Overwatch charm (Any work tbh) I’m a Cat hoodie (black) Fingerless gloves Borderlands buttons (BL2 charas + Tina) Legendary pins (pokemon) Primal legendary pins (pokemon) Code GEASS buttons Danganronpa buttons (Hajime, Chihiro, Komaeda, Souda) Shuichi button  Ouma Kiibo Keychain Sanageyama charm Sanageyama charm 2

[fenrishion]

BOLD what applies to your muse. Remember to REPOST. Feel free to add to the list.

Iorwyn

[ COLOR ]  red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. royal purple. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory. sky blue.

[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water. air.  earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. day. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. smoke. umbra. penumbra. char. darkness. ash.

[ BODY ]  claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. sweat. tears. feline. permanent wounds. chubby. curvy. short. tall. height. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. birdlike. shapeshifting. junoesque. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. voluptuous. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish. effeminate. frightening. ethereal. angelic. demonic. metallic. angular. scales. barbs. vertebrae. tendrils. tentacles. sharp. soft. unusual. shapely. unnatural. disproportionate. spindly. monstrous.  

[ WEAPONRY ]  fists. swords. daggers. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rods. shotguns. needles. prowess. ability. instinct. bloodthirst. supernatural. inhuman. talons. speed. agility. cunning. reflexes. talons. biomech tendrils.

[ MATERIALS ]  gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory. aether. crystal. dark matter. lapis lazuli. adamantite. wootz. brass. lamé. guipé. bone. moonstone. metalloids. alloys. ceramic. alabaster. marble. aluminum. bismuth. bronze. polonium. chrome. osmium. sand.

[ NATURE/ENVIRONMENT ]  grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses.  daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight. moonlight. darkness. wasteland. void.

[ ANIMALS/CREATURES ] lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. tarantulas. scarabs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs. antelope. chimeras. demons. angels. parakeets. harpy eagles. seagulls. warblers. birds of paradise. parrots. toucans. crows. ravens. orioles. cobras. black mambas.

[ FOOD/DRINK ] sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. milk. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. steak. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies. chocolate. tiramisu. cheesecake. sushi. tempura. pasta. garlic. bread. muffins. noodles.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. piercing. watercolors. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. murder. fighting. fencing. riding. flying. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. tinkering. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. organ. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection. reading. learning. lecturing. teaching. torment. tracking.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eyepatch. collar. bangle. torque. gorget. bracers. cuffs. body jewelry. crop tops.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. diligence. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photosmirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. misanthropy. loneliness. anger. family. synthetic. friends. assistants. co-workers. plushies. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. embracing. magitek. futuristic. ancient. science. voidsent. cruelty. trust. mistrust. strength. doubt. reverence. ferocity. danger. automatons. metallic. allure. value. intelligent. revolutionary. defiant. advanced. engines. naïve. temporary. changing. split personality. paradigm shift. freedom. belief.

thanks whalefren @maybeimawhale !!!

this chara meme feels so aesthetic, haha xD

tagging whoever feels interested!

[royalapps-blog1]

princess hours

about the mun !     name/alias, pronouns, and timezone: tabi, she/her/they, EST     other charas: nope     reservation password: heartbreaker character profile !     faceclaim: Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) leader of big bang     character name: Yang Jaewon     birthdate/age: 07/18/1988,  28 years old     position: Yang family, First son     positive/negative traits: positive traits: communicative, intuitive, charismatic negative traits:  vain, argumentative, manipulative     subplots: customer of the drug ring biography !         please list any triggers here! 6 years old.

his first ever memory is of a man, long limbs and a covered face, shrouded in black clothes, coming towards him in his bedroom. his young mind interprets the figure into a beast of his nightmares, some black demon come crawling from the mouth of hell (which is of course his closet door), with long shiny talons, and holes for eyes. it is in the middle of the night and momma has told him there is no such thing as monsters, but he begs to differ.

he screams and narrowly escapes death, thanks to the quick reactions of his guards outside the door, but the assassin manages to slice a deep gash into his back, from left hipbone to right shoulder-blade, a scar that he'll carry the rest of his life. the last things he remembers are the gunshots and the blood pooling away from him on the floor, before blacking out.

8 years old.

and now, yes absolutely, monsters are real, and he must study and train everyday in various martial arts styles to learn how to combat against them. they dose him tiny bits of poison to build his tolerance, but he wonders if they are just trying to kill him slower.

he is no longer allowed to be yang jaewon, everybody's favorite cutiepie running around the mansion, laughing and charming the maids or sneaking snacks from the kitchen cooks. now he has to work harder than ever to prepare himself for whatever onslaught could be about to befall him. betrayal could lurk behind every corner.

he can't help feeling a bit like a caged bird.

12 years old.

he pauses in the hallway at the sound of one of his brothers laughing. someone must be acting funny and the sound resonates through the walkway, catching his ears and pulling at his heartstrings. the urge to go and see what is happening, to join the joke, to go spend time with his brothers which he never gets to do anymore, is so strong he almost cries from it. the ache in his chest makes him feel hollow and he can't tear his eyes away from the source of the sound.

"my lord?" his tutor calls for him. he pouts but follows the older man back into the study, back into his cage. he misses his family and he doesn't want to do this anymore. he hates studying.

16 years old.

he's fallen in love and he's certain he can't fall out again. when he tells the queen mother the plan he's come up with for the rest of his life, and with whom he intends to spend that life with, she smacks him quick and hard. tears spring to his eyes but her face is not angry.

"what are you thinking?" she reprimands him, her voice calm but strong. "that someone like you is free to love whoever you want?" she reaches forward again, ignoring the way he flinches, to cup his cheeks in both her hands. "of everyone in south korea, we... are caged the most."

17 years old.

caged perhaps, but he's beginning to wonder about whether he is a bird or something a little bit more... wild.

caution: contents are hot. he rides the wave of adolescence, boiling over with too much freezer-burn chemicals; starts changing his hair color, gets his first tattoo. everyone in the palace is appalled, but he maintains his level of study and endurance, despite growing a rather cocky attitude, so they have nothing to complain about.

like a sunflower, he is all brightness on the outer rim, the edges of him oozing glamour and laughter and just enough coyness to keep others interested, but in the center is dark, dark inflorescence, drying and dying out in the sun.

he can feel himself changing, shifting into the kind of guy who manipulates people too easily and lets himself fall into chaos too quickly. he is becoming someone who will smile sweetly at you as he sets you on fire.

18 years old.

he shaves his hair and announces that he intends to join the military, like every other age-appropriate, able-bodied korean man. the newspapers have a field day with it, but it actually adheres him more to the populace, young and old, gaining him more supporters.

he smiles lovingly at them all like they're his fans, eyes shiny and cunning like a snake.

23 years old.

how to describe this black hole inside him? it eats and eats and eats, hungrier every time he breathes. sex and cigarettes are minor, limited satisfactions, and where he used to be a genuine sweetheart, now he can only pretend to be, the false sunshine dripping from his lips like charcoal tar.

25 years old.

a lot of people assume that all snakes kill their prey by poisoning them, but boa constrictors and pythons kill their victims by suffocation, literally squeezing the life of out them slowly.

there seems to be quite a few people, in and out of court, who think the monarchy should end, who think people should take more power, govern over themselves. he smiles along with them, brings them closer, tells them he is actually in favor of hearing more of the peoples' voices and opinions, that he agrees with a more new-age way of government.

all the while, he imagines them suffocating to death.

28 years old.

he is still trapped in a cage, still a flightless creature, but they tell him he might own the sky one day. he isn't patient or careful, being known for his extravagance and temper, the way he is never 100% honest or 100% serious, but for the levels of hell he's been through, he'll take the crown as his trophy.

oh yes, monsters are real, and in jaewon's case, it takes one to know one. extra !         http://ryjaewon.tumblr.com/ask         http://ryjaewon.tumblr.com/submit         http://ryjaewon.tumblr.com/1st%20born%20son         if there is a certain photo you would like us to use for your muse’s acceptance post, feel free to link that here! (I have no preference!)     anything else: (please do let me know if i've missed anything!!)

[talvn]

⸻      𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.   /   @exilae​​

              ❝     -----   it’s a bit of a cruel choice of weapon, selina .     ❞    but an adventurous one, nonetheless.   the girl’s got a better sleight of hand than penny could ever  𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊  to have,  but she wasn’t incapable either  ;  tossing the thief’s weapon from hand to gloved hand.     ❝     i could train you, you know  !  give you my own personal tips and   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒   ---    ❞   a girl’s day out,   as hopeful as it is to possibly imagine something so regular occurring in this city.     ❝     don’t you think that’d be fun   ?   ❞

[talvn]

@wingbcrn​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 :

↳   ❝   𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆  𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲,   𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲.  ❞  

   penelope’s always wondered if she’s simply  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓  when it comes to grayson.

penny’s been a woman of display since the moment she was created. what she loves, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲, and what she emotes is what she believes from deep within her core.     the moments she tries to lie always seem wrong  -  bruce might not be talkative, but he’s good at hiding when he does speak, and penny’s never gotten to that aspect of being a vigilante.        her stealth is immaculate. had she still been in service of the court, she’d be an assassin feared by nations. but these days  --  she’s just a vigilante for a city that’s no good that needs all the  𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫  anyone can give it, and she shows it so obviously, even now.

      ❝     i always do like a good sleepover  --  as long as i get to pick the movie and take all the good pillows  !  that little rat damian’s always snatching up all the good ones back at the manor .   ❞     she needs no further permission than that.   the cushions of dick’s couch are practically made for her once she’s plopped herself into them  -   and her smile refuses to fall off from her cheeks, content from her cheeks to her eyes to her feet which she  𝙺𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚂 𝚄𝙿  onto his living room table.   ❝     ---  we can have drinks and tell arkham ghost stories and   ---    ❞   yeah.     here is nice.    𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖺𝗍.   ❝     ---  and we can just hang out, and worry about crime later .     ❞

                             ❝   . . .  i think that sounds pretty neat, don’t it, firefly  ?     ❞

[talvn]

⸻      𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.   /   @batfall​

❝     i have a reason for doing what i’m doing .     ❞    there’s a reason why animals walk in herds,  why they  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓  in groups.    gotham is too big for one person to devour  ;  and it’s too chaotic for one man to pacify.     ❝     i have debt to repay  --  and you can start learning how to be less stubborn, ya’ know  ?   ❞    oh,    ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴇʏᴇs .    (   she knows exactly what thought resides behind them.   )   ❝     let me take some of the burden off your shoulders, bruce .     ❞              ❝     you’re going to  WILT  if you keep taking such a beating .     ❞

[talvn]

⸻      𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.   /  @babydxhl​

❝     it’s never a fun thing seeing you here, mary  --  you should be roaming ‘bout  !  doing yer’ thing  !     ❞    but the purpose of arkham was necessary.     as much as penelope despised the need for walls and cells,  she knew it to be true  ;  that chains were sometimes the only thing keeping the people of this city  𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 .   ❝     i can be there for you, if you ask, i’m sure batty won’t mind if i came by on the daily to make sure the pills go  ᵈᵒʷᶰ  !     ❞