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innominaterifter · 11 months ago

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The Siberian trial cosplay

I couldn’t resist and did a test photo shoot of Siberian cosplay today. I expected to do a photos in another place, but it turned out to be a closed area. So I had to choose from what was available.

It's funny that I plan to replace literally all the things that are currently in the photo:

1. I like the look of the suit, but it is too small for me, and I will replace it with a larger one since the seams react with a menacing crackle to any careless movement.

And yes, this version of the pattern on the suit is also not the only one I’m considering. I like the look of this one, but I imagine Siberia with other patterns as well. For example, with an asymmetrical pattern or a pattern that does not follow anatomical lines, thus making the image less human.

2. Gloves and socks are purely a test version to see how it all together will look with a suit. This is not noticeable in the photographs, but they were taken very quickly and carelessly: the gloves are medical latex gloves, and the socks are regular white cotton socks painted with acrylic.

I put insoles inside the socks so that it would not be so cold to stand on concrete slabs, but in the future I will think about how best to solve the issue with the appearance of the feet.

I don't like the visible transition and folds between the suit and the socks/gloves. So maybe I'll sew socks and gloves onto the costume, making it one piece.

3. The wig was simply taken from the supplies that I had. This is an unwanted old wig that I dyed some of the strands black. For Siberian, I need a much longer wig (according to the descriptions, she has straight black and white hair down to her tailbone).

4. I didn't do any makeup for this photo shoot, so all the photos are from the back. It was too cold to do makeup outside, and doing it in advance would have been a bad idea since the photoshoot was done at the end of a five-hour walk.

Also, I don’t have a specific makeup concept for this cosplay yet. I'm trying different pattern options, but I have not yet found one that suits me 100%.

5. Lenses.

I didn't wear them for this photo shoot either, but they are really nice. I went through three different options for yellow lenses (not all lenses give the right shade for my eye color), and the one really looks great.

6. I'm debating whether to add small fangs and pointed nails. As far as I remember, Siberian had ordinary human-looking nails, and I don’t remember if she had fangs, most likely ordinary teeth.

#siberian worm #cosplay #worm #wormblr #parahumans #wildbow #worm web serial #slaughterhouse nine #superpower #superhero #siberian #the siberian

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theprenderelliepalace · 8 months ago

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Perception

Pt 3 , Pt 2, Pt 1

Summary: Y/n was just dropping some books off at the Salvatore residence. She expected to find trouble, being the odd one out and everything, she didn't expect his name to be Damon Salvatore. What happens when the infamous leather-clad vampire was just as unprepared for her?

Warnings: angst, violence, weaponry, swearing, probably a crisis of some kind

Word count: 1.9k

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Damon's POV

Six months ago...

I was hunting, like usual. My lust for a good time as sinful as the creature of the night that I was ( as my brother would so poetically put it).

I scanned the town square with a bored expression on my face, I was anything but. My heart rate was ellivated by vampire standards. I could feel the pulse of adrenaline through my veins, I could taste the sweet, metallic, tang of prey's blood on my tongue already. The perks of being a vampire, I guess. Everything was heightened to prepare for the kill, that's what made it so exhilarating.

To some extent, the thrill of the hunt was more satisfying than the kill, for me, at least.

When I was in my early 120s, I was tangled up with this exquisite gypsy-girl from Romania. She was human, but she thrived on the thrills of life. I smiled to myself as I remembered how she'd told me to chase a high like I would chase a pretty girl, one night of passionate sin for the thrill of adventure. Her English had been terrible and she'd been high as a kite at the time, still, her words had clung to me a little harder than I thought they would.

Now, I almost felt like the old man that I was, sitting on a darkened park bench in the middle of a nowhere-town that I had once called home. I was reminiscing, when seconds ago, I was pumped up to catch and feast on some hot sorority girl spending her spring break away from college. I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of whatever emotional rush I was wigging out on.

I looked up, it was an accident, happenstance really, and still I had my breath knocked away by her. She had this secret fire about her as she walked towards the Grille. She was 100 feet away, a ridiculous distance to be noticing all those little details that anyone else would've missed. The way her eyelashes fluttered over her cheeks, the way her hair danced as she walked, the way she held a secret smile that was only for herself. Then she stopped.

I was half-heartedly brought out of my trance, realizing that I was on the edge of my seat without remembering when I'd moved. I blinked. She was talking to someone. I rolled my eyes as my enhanced vision brought me to Caroline Forbes' face. She was smiling widely at the girl, her arms gesturing in a false bravado of warmth. They hugged, I noticed that the girl went stiff, her inner fire that had me literally lost for words, bound up into a little ball as she searched for words to say to a long lost friend. Not very friendly, if you ask me. I scoffed, getting up. I considered making my way over to the pair when Elena Gilbert and the Judgey witch joined the party.

The new girl visibly seethed at the sight of Elena. For some reason I felt something stir within the magic that kept me alive after death. I stumbled backwards, gasping for breath I didn't need. Okay, what the hell?

The new girl was storming off now, away from the dumbfounded trio and off in the direction of the woods. For the same inexplicable reason that I had just been knocked backwards, I followed her. I found myself thinking that I should make sure she was alright. I stopped, stared at the faraway treeline and vaguely wondered if I was high and when I'd consumed another substance that wasn't AB positive.

Suddenly I was walking again, I was a couple hundred paces away from her now, she marched with a fury that I would've found funny if I didn't feel so weird as my legs moved on their own. I should stop this, I'll call Ric and get drunk at the Grille and forget about this stupid girl. She's nobody, and you're Damon Salvatore for God's sake, pull yourself together.

I looked around, I was in a parking lot. The bays were dirt and gravel and there was a trail that led into the forest up ahead. I tensed. I had known these woods my entire life; I went hunting in them, alone, for weeks at a time when I was a boy, but for the first time in my life I was completely lost. My head thrummed in my disorientation and my vampire instics were going haywire, there was danger, I should move, I can't move.

Then she was on me. It was so fast I didn't even know what was happening until I was flat on my back in the dirt. I groaned, my ears buzzing with the impact of hitting the ground. I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me. I wanted to smile at her, even at the worst time possible, that was my first instinct. She looked beautiful silhouetted against the stars. Her chest rose quickly as she steadied herself after knocking me down. That must've taken an insane amount of force for this-this child. Suddenly I was back. Who the fuck does she think she is pinning down in the goddamm dirt? And what the fuck was I thinking letting my guard down?

I moved my shoulders, tensing to prepare for the impact of knocking her off me when I saw the glint if silver clutched in her steady hands. It was a small handgun, delicate in nature with the pungent odour vervain radiating from the barrel. She had a deadly glint in her eye as she readied herself for the kill. Without thinking about it, I felt my head collapse against the ground in revelation, she's a lot like me...

"What d'ya want, vampire?" She said it with a snarl so venomous I almost jumped. I cocked my head to the side to see her better.

"What's your name?" I said it hastily, like the words spilled out of a nasty gash in my throat before I could stop them. I felt weirdly calm knowing this girl could possibly kill me at the flick of a wrist.

"What?" She looked surprised. Then she laughed, it was short and to the point but it was brilliant. A symphony of death and teenage turmoil. "You're about to be shot in the face and all you can think about is some girls name?" She looked at me with a skeptical smirk.

I shrugged, not feeling as blasé as I looked. "Character flaw."

"Clearly." She paused. "You do that practiced confidence thing pretty well." When I stared at her, she clarified. "I mean, it's plain to see you're stressed. I guess I would be too if I had a gun to my face."

"You've never killed before. You're not going to start now." I was testing her, waiting for that weak spot, still, the thought of harming her made the magic in my blood curdle. I held my hands out in surrender at my sides. Her grip tightened around her pistol.

"Clearly I'm not the only person in this town with eyes." She muttered it under breath, but I wondered what it meant as she slowly deliberated what to do. "If I let you up... that's probably a bad idea, right?"

"Well, if I was you, I would've shot myself already. So not really a good start darlin'." I smirked at her. Almost... She looked away, it was only for a second, but it was enough. Suddenly I was out, her stance was unsteady, her determination altered. It was the perfect chance to get the hell away from here. It wasn't often that the Damon Salvatore was known for running away, but I'd be damned if I let myself die over the wildest trip I'd ever had. Or whatever this was. "Better luck next time killer. Try target practice before you wave that thing around-" I was almost laughing, I was almost free.

There was a crippling pain in my right foot. The burn of vervain had me doubled over before I could blink. The ring of the gun firing was still blocking my senses. She was standing where I'd gotten away from her. Her shoulders raised and her brow set. "I don't like vampires following me and I don't miss. You do the math and then think about how many limbs you got." She waited for an answer, why she thought I would, was beyond me. She took a step forward pointing the gun to my left. I shuffled backwards, raising my hands in surrender.

"Alright! Alright. Calm down. I'll leave you alone." I grimaced at the pain that shot through my leg when I limped up and tried to steady myself.

"Huh. First time I've heard that one." I couldn't really tell if she was serious or not, but honestly , I didn't care. I needed to get out of here and away from this nutcase. I turned and began the painstaking journey back to the Boarding House. "Y/n." I turned back to look at her. She'd lowered her weapon and was looking at me with big questioning eyes, I wished I had the answers.

"You shoot all the guys that hit on you, Y/n?" And then I was gone.

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The next six months were probably the strangest in my entire afterlife.

Between the teenage drama and the life threatening war with the Original fucking vampires, I was so tired I could barely walk straight. And still, all this time all my every consuming thought, was about this girl. This girl that was passed out in my arms in the woods, this girl that I was going to drive to Georgia for to get much deserved answers. This girl that was my- something impossible.

We'd been on the road for 2 hours when she started to stir. I tensed my hands around the wheel when I thought about what I needed to tell her. Vampires, through some mystery of the Great beyond, couldn't follow nature's path. Our souls were so burned by the magic of vampirism that it was inconceivable, impossible even, to find our other halves. The balance to the darkness, the humanity to the beast.

It wasn't in our nature to be fated to anything. We were a species of the night, cruel and unforgiving. We didn't get to be balanced. It was always the monster, so long as eternity shall be. That is what The Maker said anyways. What if he was wrong? I shuddered at the thought. "Damon?" Her voice was croaky, she sounded as weak as I knew we both felt.

"Hey. Listen, don't move yet. Just get some more rest. We'll be there soon." Coward.

She groaned. "Where?" I kept silent. She followed suit. I heard her shuffle in her seat. The rustle of her hair was almost unbearable to listen to, her breathing just as heart-wrenching. "What did you mean when you said we were mates?"

I sighed. "It means you and I might be the rarest thing the vampire world has seen in 750 years." I turned to her. She probably needed to know more than that if I was going to break the bond. "We're bonded by-" I turned to look at her just as a car rammed into the side of her door. "Shit-" I gasped as we flew to the right. The car barreling across the highway. The crash of metal and the shatter of glass was the last thing I heard before Y/n screamed and then there was nothing...

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Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger! >:) I wanted to give some perspective for why they're so weird with each other. So I thought Damon could tell his side of the story, pretty well. And its Damon, come on! What else would you be here for?

And who's The Maker???? Read to find out...

Requests are open! Comment and rebolg to let me know what you think!

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#damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #damon x reader #tvdu #tvd universe #tvd fanfiction #caroline forbes #writing #blogger #writers on tumblr #fanfic #writers #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #fanfiction #stefan salvatore

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sapphire-dreamsky · 1 year ago

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one name amongst a hundredth

inspiration: heavily inspired by The Hunger Games starring: ryomen sukuna | female reader pairing: sukuna x reader warnings: violence| death of minor characters setting: alternate universe | hunger games universe previous

It was one slip of paper amongst 100 others.

Sukuna stood amongst a crowd of boys dressed in white and grey. He certainly stood out with his pink hair and red eyes. In a sea of monochrome colours, he was the sun.

His peers feared him. His teachers disciplined him the hardest. He was different. And humans hated different people. In a class of thirty students, he was the black sheep. It didn’t matter how much effort he put in his studies or his projects. It would never be enough in a sea of grey and white.

And yet, there was no one else who could outmatch him in a game of wit. After a hunt, he would always bring back deers during winter; hares during summer. His skills were unmatched. But it didn’t matter at school. In class, he was a disturbance. The troublemaker. He could live with this title. He had four years left in school before he could start working. He didn’t know yet what he wanted to do. But one thing’s for sure, he wanted to do something ludicrous. He wanted to live comfortably. He wanted to provide (name) with a comfortable life where she wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow anymore. He wanted to make every girl who dared mock her, be jealous of her; want to be her. And to do that, he needed money. He needed to make a name for himself. But not like this.

The Capitol’s representative, a woman with an interesting wig that most probably cost more than both his father and mother ever make in one month, dug her gloved coloured hand in the fish bowl; ruffled the slips to create unnecessary tension and stress. A permanent grin etched on her pink coloured lips. If (name) was by his side, he would have remarked that the lady was the very inspiration to the Red Queen in her favourite book. They would laugh at the comparison later on while stuffing their faces with those black sesame filling buns as promised under the willow tree. They would run across the meadow like children should, worrying only when the announcement for yet another game came. Until they both reach their eighteenth birthdays; both of their names forever disappear from the slips of papers in the fish bowl. They would get married when he would be twenty-four and working, and she would be twenty-two forging pieces of jewelleries to sell to those rich enough to afford. She would wear a beautiful white dress with the red ribbon he gifted her on her tenth birthday attached securely to her hair to make it apparent that she was his and he was hers.

He had a whole life ahead. He had so many things he wanted to do. He still had so many things he wanted to say to (name) still.

“Ryoumen Sukuna.”

Ryoumen Sukuna. The pink haired boy dissociated. It was one amongst one hundredth. What were the odds? Not in his favour that’s for sure. He watched blankly as the sea of monochrome clothed boys parted ways. He never felt more exposed than on that day. He could feel the relief on the boys’ shoulders. Their relieved sighs. Their happy stares because it was not them. The slip belonged to the odd one. The one who never belonged. He shouldn’t have been angry. He shouldn’t have been cursing them one by one in his head, wishing their day would come next year. Because if he was in their place, if another slip was drawn by those fucking ugly gloved hands by that damn Capitol representative, he would have felt relieved as well. It was a dog eat dog world. The bottom feeder was always fodder for the sharks. And right now, he was a bottom feeder as he was led by peacekeepers up the podium to join the crying female tribute to give a salute worthy to be broadcasted all over Panem.

“Sukuna!”

Red eyes widened. (Name) was scrambling outside the crowd of girls. Her arms were outstretched towards him. The peacekeepers grabbed at the hysteric kicking girl. He inwardly seethed as their hands dared to lay on her. But he knew, now that he was a player in the game, he had to be strong for the both of them more than ever. Less she becomes a target for the Capitol.

So, he turns around despite the peacemakers’ digging fingers in his back forcing him to walk forward.

“Brat. I will see you when I come back. Behave until I come back.”

Because he was coming back. With each step he took towards the grinning powder-covered representative, his resolve at surviving these games became stronger. His face became colder; eyes losing the innocent gleam he attended the reaping with. They were now replaced with a strong will to survive. No matter the cost.

“And we have here District 12's male tribute, Ryoumen Sukuna!”

Red eyes focused on the girl with the red ribbon being comforted by his mother. His mother’s face was long. Her tears wouldn’t stop streaming. His father put on his bravest face. But Sukuna knew that behind his façade was a man mourning for the death of his only child. His family was all mourning for him. But he wasn’t dead yet. He wouldn’t die yet. He looked down upon the faces of those he went to school with. Their faces all showed relief and happiness. Happiness that he would finally be gone. He committed each face to memory. His hatred for everyone will be his fuel to victory.

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna x reader

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total-feminism-takes · 10 months ago

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Much as I'm all for acknowledging girl wins, I feel like we as a fandom don't talk about how silly Heather is, especially in Action. Like we all hype her up as being this awesome girlboss yet forget her internet beef era when she went through the effort of making Katie and Sadie hand puppets (I mean presumably, but considering their lack of screentime I think it's a considerable effort in it's own right to scour the web for someone willing to make Katie and Sadie hand puppets aswell) for the sole purpose of being a hater. Also on that same topic she just has a wig of Gwens hair lying around somewhere like where did she get that, not to mention she apparently has retractable claws, that one segment in This is How We Will End It where she did that little clap when Alejandro freed her, her favorite type of chip is dill pickle (yes this is a diss she should be locked away for that), she was called a loser by HAROLD... literally her canonical goal is to take over and rule Europe this woman is so unserious 💀 (btw this is 100% not a hate post I love Heather and stuff like this really humanizes her and makes me appreciate her more as a character)

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#total feminism takes #total drama #mod emma #td heather #td katie #td sadie #td gwen #td alejandro #td harold #heather silly

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c-rowlesdraws · 1 year ago

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final very superficial appraisal of the live action one piece show:

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-the set design was wonderful and had a cool sense of unreality to it (as in, the environments feel like built sets and it’s part of the fun), it was colorful and theatrical and captured the manga’s blend of piratey genre aesthetics (wooden boards, sailing ships, rolled-up old maps) and “modern” elements like t-shirts and neon signs in a really pleasing way

-the show clicks to the top of the first rollercoaster hill at the end of episode 3 and then goes at the start of ep 4 and it’s just one breathless ride to the finish. I didn’t want the show to end. I do not care about one piece and started watching kind of for the bit but now I’ll actually be really upset if it doesn’t get a second season. That’s how good the second half of this show is.

-I love how all of the characters with colorful hair have clearly-dyed hair where their roots are showing (as opposed to wigs), and in flashbacks to a few of them as children the child actors have the exact same sort of imperfect dye job. It’s wonderful. It adds to the theatrical energy of everything, like “we know you know this is artificial, but we trust you to suspend your disbelief and enjoy this fiction with us”.

-with very few exceptions, all of the actors’ performances are great. They are all cool and fun to watch and there are lots of sweet and funny and emotional moments that work because the writing is sincere. Nobody rolls their eyes for the audience’s benefit at how weeeeird their world is— they live here! I love that.

-the trap beat they did for Arlong’s theme music rules

-this story with its global ocean and seafaring/island-based societies is kind of like “what if Waterworld was like a big colorful carnival” and I love that

-the Snail Phones 🐌

Things I liked less below the cut - 👎:

-Zoro’s backstory bff being depressed because “a girl can beat a boy, but no woman can beat a man [in a swordfight]” was a disappointing line to hear two characters just… play straight in a world that up to that point had seemed pretty non-sexist? But this girl sincerely believes that, and this boy doesn’t push back at all. In this world of self-dismembering clowns and people with axes for arms, you’re telling me that there are no champion swordswomen for little kids to admire? Not one?? From skimming the wiki, it seems like in the manga Kuina’s views are influenced by her sexiest dad, but the show doesn’t include that context.

-Kuina dying offscreen in “an accident” was the only tragic thing in the show that didn’t land for me. It’s just so blatant and funny. You’ve got to get rid of her so she can motivate Zoro, because she’s dead in the manga and that’s how you motivate male main characters, with dead women, but… how? Doesn’t matter! There’s been an accident. Typical backstory girl bff behavior. Call that Fridge To Terabithia.

-Iñaki’s energy as Luffy didn’t always work for me. Some character behavior works in manga and anime, but seems awkward and jarring in real life. It’s very difficult to pull off wild limb-flailing anime exuberance in live-action— live-action Cowboy Bebop’s glimpse of Ed comes to mind. But also, I never really liked Luffy in the parts of the manga I read, either, so maybe I’m just not the target audience for a Luffy in any medium. Iñaki seems like a friendly and chill dude and he certainly gave this role 100%— and also Oda himself loved him for the role, so that says a lot.

-the whole thing with Arlong and his Fishman crew where they’re part of an oppressed and formerly-enslaved minority, so of course they have beef with humans (“but slavery’s been abolished!” shouts a human character), but they’re taking things too far and not just fighting for equality, but domination, which includes extorting, killing, and enslaving humans, starting with this poor little girl here. And since this group are clearly evil and have these big evil plans, it’s cool and great actually for the heroes, who are all humans/members of the majority, to kick their asses and kill a bunch of them. Like… I get there’s a whole thing here with Arlong being twisted by hatred into the very thing he says hates, and maybe we’ll meet more Fishmen later in the story who are just people and not bloodthirsty evildoers, but it’s not a great fictional look?

It takes me back to hbomberguy’s critique of RWBY’s portrayal of the Faunus, and the problems with making your bad guys out of an oppressed ethnic group who, the story says, might have a point, if they went about things peacefully, but are just taking things too far with this domestic terrorism stuff. The Faunus and Arlong should really be writing to their congresspeople instead!

#catie talks #one piece #netflix one piece #some more thoughts the morning after

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bludpudding · 8 months ago

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hello and welcome back to

the series where i take a bunch of sandman characters, throw them into a drag race simulator, and make stupid 100% biased commentary. that’s it, really. (now with the dead boy detectives!)

{Week 2}

yk i do believe she could make a mean wig. out of the human hair of little girls probably but that's neither here nor there

THANK GOD corinthian's making a comeback i was about to file for divorce for like the 9th time this year

since this is a dance competition i feel like we should give them grace because one of them was made human about a week ago and the other is a pumpkin. but NOBODY listens to me

THATS RIGHT DAY TIME DRAMA MAMA. TOP 3 MILFS OF THE DAY

oh it's because she's goth isn't it. mhm. mhm. i see.

THATS RIGHT. THATS RIGHT. IMMEDIATE VENGEANCE NOT FUCKING AROUND TODAY NO MA'AM

see now what did i say about monty getting grace for being a bird. don't get any fucking opinions in this autocracy

you think jenny brought the cleaver on stage

like i cant say im surprised. but. yk. survival of the fittest. bro got butched.

wait is jenny being a butcher a pun on

no.

i'm mad now

carrying on

who's after morpheus? most people i think. me included

is this foreshadowing something

Recap

edwin and crystal are tied for 1st place, corinthian is trying to avoid sleeping on the couch tonight

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neoninspace · 3 months ago

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Tulpar Food Safety Officer "Neon"

Apparently it's "rude" not to introduce myself.

I go by Neon, he/him. S'cause of my brightly colored hair.

I'm the food safety officer, which is really just a glorified chef. Pony Express hired me to cover their asses, make sure they're not liable for anything nutrition wise. Unofficially, I'm also quality control and a general supporting member for the rest of the crew. I took the job so I can help Ma save up to get a house, and if I'm out in space she doesn't have to worry about bills being so high.

I end up in medical a lot to monitor my vitals. My lungs aren't the strongest and my blood sugar tanks suddenly a lot. Normally it would disqualify me for any other space team, but the corporate horse overlords cut corners wherever.

Also, stay out of my goddamn kitchen.

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No anon magic involving any transformation. (cat/dog, child, gender bend to name a few are not permitted). Anon magic such as Neon can only tell the truth or the giving of objects are okay.

Asks about Neon's family outside of Mav and his mom will not be answered.

Asks about Neon's health will not be answered.

IF YOU'RE A MINOR OR DON'T WANT TO SEE SUGGESTIVE CONTENT BLOCK #neon18+

Neon and Oberon are queer and trans. DO NOT tag my posts with "q slur" "f slur" "t slur" if you don't want to see me use queer, tranny, or faggot then block me.

There will be mentions of religion, abuse, drugs, medicine, injury, blood, self harm, self destructive behavior. There will be swearing. There will be themes addressing feeling not 100% human. If you don't like any of these, block.

Mod goes by Oberon. He/Him.

Art

Neontulparblog -> neoninspace

(Neontulparblog was too hard to remember and felt weird)

Now with a playlist

I'm more than happy to do canon x oc and oc x oc interactions, the more the merrier!

AU/Canon with

Curly - @curly-capt

Jimmy - @the-true-tulpar-captain

Anya - @tulpars-nurse-anya

Swansea -

Daisuke -

Polle - @ponyexpressmascot

OCs - @tulparsnavigatordaph , @spaceorganizermouse , Matthew , @mavthemaverick , @piloting-an-intern

Legally I'm an adult, as in 18+.

Please be patient with me.

I will not answer any asks regarding rape, sexual assault, or sexual abuse. While yes, those themes are in line with the game, I don't want to look at that, and it's out of respect for survivors/victims. Similarly, I won't answer any asks that are abelist and/or discriminatory towards marginalized people.

Friendly reminder this is all in good fun and none of it is actually serious.

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Neon may come off as rude, unsympathetic, low empathy, and somewhat cold. This isn't his, or my, intentions. His AuDHD and conditions reflect my own, and times when I have higher energy he will as well.

Various notes/fun facts

Favorite Pokémon is Vaporeon. Noibat and Noivern are close seconds though.

Banned from writing those custom blank uno cards

In addition to his anatomical heart earrings, has snake bites and a vampire bat skull tattoo. also wears steel toe boots because it's regulation so big wigs can't do anything

He really likes bats

His favorite swear is fuck.

Has a cat named Yen. Based on mod's irl cat.

Really serious when it comes to food safety on the job, doesn't really care otherwise. Still wears disposable gloves to handle raw meat though.

His first name is Ronan, meaning "little seal"

Grew up in Colorado

5'4", his boots add a couple extra inches

Somewhere between 22 and 25, the mod hasn't fully decided

His boyfriend is Maverick or "Mav" for short

#neoninspace #mouthwashing #mouthwashing oc #rp blog #mouthwashing rp #mounwashing rp account #oc #oc art #roleplay account #mouthwashing rp blog #mouthwashing roleplay #tw swearing #cw swearing

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maria-ruta · 1 year ago

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hi fellow toreador Veronica player! i'd love to know more about your Veronica 👀

of course! I'm lazy tho, so i'm just gonna give you my artfight Veronica describtion (with some little nuances)

Also you can go through my Veronica Sugar tag in my blog, if you want to know more info and see some art UwU

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Veronica is 100 (125 if counting with human years too) years old toreador vampire

She used to be a singer at the bar before she was turned into a vampire, she still sings very good and loves trying new music styles as they apear during her long life (for example she got really good at singing rock and metal at some point)

Because it happened so that she was embraced with very short hair (here and here more about her embrace)she had to wear wigs and after a while learned to use different wigs and clothes to create different characters she could prettend to be to mend into human society Usually she uses her charisma and beauty(big boobies lol) to seduce people and feed on their blood Nowdays she often pretends to be cute silly bimbo - bc it is easy to have people loose their guard around her

in the period from 1920s to 1960s Veronica lived in Chicago with her sire(Veronica's sire here), but never got fully accepted by other toreadors and she wasn't big fan of Camarilia either so somewhere in 60s she ran away with a group of Anarchs vampires and traveled across USA with them. Made few good friendships there and learned protean at some point - big monster claws and how to burry herself into the ground for the day (check out her gangrel friend here) tho in the end she was disapointed in their lack of organization and due to that and some other personal reasons she left them around 80s she joined a small coteria of vampires in New Orleans bc she was seeking shelter from Sabbat attacks, and she lives with this coteria till today

Veronica is very humane - she cherishes human life (or any other life to be fair... be so werewolf or vampire or fairy). Also she is good at blending into human society, understanding recent trends, she is good at using latest technologies and internet

She used to work as a nurse in present days but she quit recently

Now she has a little side hastle posting on only-fans and also she is busy cleaning/renovating/painting/furnishing abandoned fabric that is now her Elysium. New Orleans already has one Elysium. Veronica's Elysium is a secret right now - only some kindrets know about it and use it as base, bc there is war with Sabat going on at this moment of the game, and having a secret base is rly convinient

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