#Introject Ask Blog

[46091-irradiated-haggis]

Name: Jackson Rimmer

Preferred nickname: Jack

Pronouns: He/him

Gender: Male

Age: 17-21

Attraction/relationship orientation: Ace/Omni/Ambi

Relationship status: Single

Positive triggers: Source stuff, space

Source: Red Dwarf

DNI: Endos, syscourse, bigots, etc.

DMs: Mutuals only

Asks: Open

Pet/nicknames: No

Flirting: No

Sourcemates: Definitely

Source talk: Yes

[grayninjabreeze]

I was born to a single mother in Jamanakai Village. I had a fairly normal childhood until I was 11, when I came out to my mom things went downhill very badly. I don't want to get into all that too deeply, but I ended up running away at 14.

After I left home I traveled a lot, trying to find a place for myself. Eventually I met Ronin, who took me in and taught me how to take care of myself. I stayed with him until I was 19, which is when I decided to join the ninja team.

I had helped them for a while before I actually introduced myself. It wasn't anything against them, I just wanted to test the waters before joining a team like that. But eventually I ended up officially joining them. Most of the stuff from that point on you can fill in from our TV show honestly.

[charliexmorningstar]

Hello! Just a quick introduction, and hopefully the only post that I have to make here!

I'm Casey (20, he/him), the main host of the Nuthouse system. We have OSDD-1B, and I've decided to start blogs for some of our fictives as an outlet to get them out of their own heads and interacting with the real world.

So this not a story I have control of, is Charlie's blog. And with it being such, please remember that this headmate may say and do things that we do not approve, encourage, or condone. This is an outlet for her, and things that were normal or accepting her source are not okay in real life.

And of course, a disclaimer: We do not own my spurce series. Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivzipop, A24, and Amazon.

Our other blogs:

@theamazingcashew

@arigj

@cyclotis

@grayninjabreeze

@rory-inferno

@sinemaveriteofficial

@v-oxclassic

[arigj]

Hello! Just a quick introduction, and hopefully the only post that I have to make here!

I'm Casey (20, he/him), the main host of the Nuthouse system. We have OSDD-1B, and I've decided to start blogs for some of our fictives as an outlet to get them out of their own heads and interacting with the real world.

So this not a story I have control of, is Sinema's blog. And with it being such, please remember that this headmate may say and do things that we do not approve, encourage, or condone. This is an outlet for him, and things that were normal or accepting his source are not okay in real life.

And of course, a disclaimer: We do not own this source series. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtls (2012) belongs to Nickelodeon.

Our other blogs:

@theamazingcashew

@charliexmorningstar

@cyclotis

@grayninjabreeze

@sinemaveriteofficial

@v-oxclassic

[v-oxclassic]

Hello! Just a quick introduction, and hopefully the only post that I have to make here!

I'm Casey (20, he/him), the main host of the Nuthouse system. We have OSDD-1B, and I've decided to start blogs for some of our fictives as an outlet to get them out of their own heads and interacting with the real world.

So this not a story I have control of, is V's blog. And with it being such, please remember that this headmate may say and do things that we do not approve, encourage, or condone. This is an outlet for him, and things that were normal or accepting his source are not okay in real life.

And of course, a disclaimer: We do not own this source series. Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivzipop, A24, and Amazon.

Our other blogs:

@theamazingcashew

@grayninjabreeze

@cyclotis

@arigj

@sinemaveriteofficial

[cyclotis]

Full Name: Ewan Lowe

Background on Name: My parents helped me pick it.

Nickname(s): Cyclotis

Nickname Background: Vigilante alias

Birth date: September 28th, not totally sure what year

Birth place: Maryland? I think, it's hard to be certain

Age: Uh... Time is kinda weird, but late 20s?

Visual Age: Late 20s

Zodiac/Astrological signs: Libra sun, no way to know much more than that

Blood type: A

Social Class: Lower-middle class? Not really relevant anymore.

Religious Values: Pantheistic, very nature-centric

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Gender: Trans male

Height: 5'7

Weight: 200-ish lbs

Body type: Athletic

Race/Species: Human, mixed race

Eye color and Shape: Hooded/round, brown

Glasses/Contacts?: Yeah. Usually black plastic frames

Hair color and Style: Kinda dark brown, long-ish, pushed back

Fur color and Area: None

Additional Appendages: None

Skin tone and type: Medium

Favored Clothing Style: Earthy, kinda boho

Why?: Because... It's what I like?

Least Favored Clothing Style: Tight, restrictive clothes

Why?: I just feel awkward in them

Important/Usual Accessories: Earth totem

Tattoos: None

Story Behind Tattoo: Not applicable

Piercing(s): Ear lobes

Scar(s): Some, they kinda come with the job

Other Marks: None

Predominant Features: I'm not sure. I'd say my style?

Visual Health Level: I'd say I'm fairly fit, but people tend to assume I'm "too fat" for what I do (which. Bullshit. But whatever.)

Spending Habits: I don't need to buy much of anything, but I've always been fairly frugal. I was raised to repair, repurpose, and reuse anything I could.

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Strengths: Grounded, analytical, persistent

Weaknesses: Overprotective, stubborn

Weapons: Preferably sticks, but I can use pretty much whatever is on hand

Habits: Touching my hand to my totem before attacks

Familiars/Summons/Pets: Kudzu (male Virginia Opossum), Acacia (female Children's Python), and Felding (male lab/hound mutt)

Fighting Style: My mom taught me with a mix of Capoeira, N'golo, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, stick fighting, and her own personal techniques

Old Injuries: Plenty, but I've been patched up well enough that they aren't really an issue

Movement Issues: I'm not really the most flexible or acrobatic person, especially considering my teammates, but I can do what I need to do

Speed: Eh... Not the best. I'm not slow, I'm just not really built for speed

Agility: Pretty good. I have great balance and can do some acrobatic strikes

Strength: Probably my best aspect. I'm a lot stronger than anyone expects, especially with my totem

Stamina: Definitely solid. I mean, I'm human, of course I get tired. But I can usually keep up for a while

Defensive Ability: Really good. I can take a lot before it takes me down

Magical Ability: Not the big, fighting kind. I have a witchcraft practice, I'm not a dramatic sorcerer. However, I do have powers because I'm the earth totem bearer. So I have earth/plant powers

Planning/Strategic Ability: Not really my strong suit, because I don't like making decisions to put my teammates in harm's way. I am good at planning, just not enough of a leader for it

Memory: Not the best. I have a great memory, but I struggle to recall things, especially under pressure

Luck: I think I'm fairly lucky, although I'd say that it's more due to my spiritual work than any innate fortune

Reaction Speed: Fast reflexes, not so much when adjusting to changes

Learning Curve: I think I'm a fairly fast learner

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Alignment: Chaotic good

Occupation: Um... A bit complicated

Love Interest(s): Rip Hunter. We were friends when we were kids, then dated for a while as teens. Once I joined the team we've been off and on again, things are just... Complicated

Likes: Being outdoors, plants, animals, being active

Dislikes: Corporations (fucking pollution), shitty people in general, being cooped up inside

Fears: Abandonment, failing others

Wishes: For things to work out for me for once

Personality: Affectionate, protective, generous, blunt, determined, loyal

Favorite Color and Why: Green, I just like it

Favorite Music and Why: Pretty varied, my favorite artists are ABBA and Noah Kahan

Food: Vegetarian. My favorite food is pasta with mushrooms and spinach

Literature: I like a lot of short stories and poetry

Expressions: I don't think I have any... I'll add later if I'm wrong

Favored Expletives: I mean... I don't know about favored, but I know I curse a lot

Manner of Transportation: The Waverider usually now, otherwise whatever is available

Hobbies: Hiking, bouldering, rock climbing, martial arts training, listening to music, reading, pretty much anything with animals

Favorite Childhood Memory: When me and Rip were teens, we snuck out to watch a huge meteor shower when I was kinda technically grounded (sorry to my parents for that one)

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Song: "All My Love" or "Northern Attitude" by Noah Kahan

Taste: I... Have no idea. How would I know what I taste like?

Smell: Earthy. I like patchouli, pine, cedar, etc.

Representation in Psychic Endeavors: Not really my thing

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: INFP-T

Enneagram Type and Wing: Type 6, Wing 5

Character Flaws: I'm stubborn, grumpy, hold grudges, and can be kinda pessimistic

Mannerisms: Quite gestures, tends to stay in the background

Darkest Secret and Who Knows About it: I'm definitely not sharing that here. Only Rip and a couple of my teammates know

Personal Triggers: A lot honestly... The worst is probably explosions, artillery, etc.

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Extra Notes: None that I can think of right now, I can add on later if I need to

Family Members, and relationship with each: Franklin Cooley (father), Dana Mason (mother), Jahmiah Lowe (adoptive dad), Novanna Lowe (adoptive mom)

Template from @rpedia

[sinemaveriteofficial]

My Life Story

I was born to a middle-class family in NYC in 1899, the second of four children. I had a quite normal upbringing; my parents were very kind and understanding, and I was close with my siblings despite our occasional quarrels.

I've always had some concept that I seemed to experience the world differently than my peers. My interests and preferred conversation topics were considered too advanced or boring to relate to classmates and neighbors. I did endure a bit of bullying in elementary school, but Lewis put a stop to that very quickly.

I did reasonably well in school, graduating high school in 1918. During my senior year, I told my parents about my discomfort living as a female, and desire to create a more authentic life for myself. My parents were wonderfully supportive of my wishes, and helped me as much as was possible.

In spring of 1919 I finally had everything prepared to move. Once I left, taking my new documentation we had created, my parents held a funeral for their eldest daughter. They buried an empty coffin in a grave with my birth name.

I wrote a lovely eulogy under my new identity, with the pretext that I was a man that the deceased had been courting, and my parents saw me as a son because of this, giving an understandable reason for us to maintain a close relationship rather than severing ties.

Knowing I wanted to pursue a career as an actor, I moved to New Orleans, Louisiana. The film industry was smaller there than in New York, but still a very viable opportunity for a young actor. The environment was perfect for me; lively, and populated enough that I could blend in with the crowd. I was able to rent an apartment on my own, finally fully independent.

However, with so many people packed so densely, there were always those who were looking to take advantage of the unaware. They lurked in every shadow, waiting for someone they deemed an easy target. Everyone knew they were there, and everyone sober enough to remember knew to avoid them. But eventually, in 1924, one bastard made the last mistake of his life.

I had spent the evening on the town, drinking and dancing with a couple of friends. Our darling Lily was quite the lightweight. She loved partying, but the girl couldn't hold her liquor no matter how much she tried. We had left her alone for a moment; I had gone to get another round of drinks while the others danced, leaving sweet Lily, too drunk to dance, to hold our table.

That was the last time I saw that gentle girl. When I returned to the table she was no longer there. I asked one of our companions to check the washroom while I stepped out to see if she had gone for fresh air, only to see her leaving in a taxi. I never saw anyone with her, so I assumed she was calling it an early evening and going home safely.

However, the next day, the news broke, her name in the headlines. She had been found by her roommate, assaulted and slaughtered in her struggle to save herself. The night after her funeral, I swore to all things holy and otherwise that I would make the bastard that did this pay.

And make him pay I did. He never harmed anyone again, after that. Neither did my next target, or the next after that. It was incredibly therapeutic, really. Their begging, their screams… It makes the results all the more satisfying, the more they fight to live.

I know, so many have said it's tragic, a waste of human life. But these pieces of shit were far more useful in death than in life. I promise you, I'm not one to be wasteful. I only left enough to identify the dead, as their families and victims should receive that closure. I allowed the first one to be found, though; that was a message, on Lily's behalf. It was the only warning I allowed for the others.

Unfortunately, it seemed that I began getting credit for deaths that were not my doing. There were announcements about a serial killer, listing off those I had killed as well as others I had not. Either the news was getting trigger-happy over every unconnected death, or I had a counterpart in the city.

I suppose it was inevitable, really. If I believed in a higher power I'd say it was fate. We first met in a dingy speakeasy, drinking and dancing the night away. We ended up dancing together, then talked for hours, into the small hours of the morning.

We parted at closing, presumably strangers never to meet again. I found my next dinner on the way out that night. He was incredibly bold, pressing me for a proposition in clear public. So, I decided to allow him to follow me home. He was a bit lean for my preference, but a poor dish is an small sacrifice to get him off of the street.

I was just getting started taking care of him, when I realized my window had been opened and someone had entered. I went to check on it, leaving the creep tied in my kitchen. When I returned after finding nothing, I saw the man from the speakeasy standing in front of the creep, holding a knife and smiling but looking rather surprised.

After several awkward minutes, I found out that he was responsible for the deaths that had been confused with my work, and vice versa. He stayed that weekend with me, helping me dispatch and clean up our shared interest. We found we had even more in common than we realized, and a friendship formed.

As I write this I find that it sounds incredible cliched and corny, but after that night he was always part of my life. Neither of us trust or care for others easily, so there were several months of tentative friendship and testing the waters. But within the year we were as thick as thieves. Be it working up a target, a night out on the town, or a quiet dinner at one of our homes, we found ourselves happy and comfortable together like neither of us had been before.

With all this given, is it really so surprising that we ended up in a committed partnership? We both knew that we weren't the romantic sort, but it was very logical to make the decision to work to maintain such a rare relationship as what we had. Eventually we moved into a nice little house together, a close pair of bachelor friends as far as any outsiders were concerned.

That arrangement worked beautifully for years, the closest thing to domestic bliss that a pair like us are prone to. But it came to a terrible end in 1933. He had made a kill, and left to dispose of the remnants while I cleaned up at home. He was always prompt, always precise, but that night he was late returning.

I waited, assuming that an acquaintance had stopped to talk to him on his way home. But as the hours passed my dread grew. I fell asleep by the door, still waiting and hoping to wake to him walking in with a smile and a cheery explanation of the delay. But that never came.

What did wake me was a sharp knocking, so harsh and unlike him. When I answered the door I was met by a policeman, asking to speak to me. He asked me questions about Al, about his work and his hobbies. Eventually the reason for his visit came out.

Al was dead. Found burying human remains, and shot by an elderly hunter in the dim light mistaking him for a deer. I never thought that one could experience heartbreak without romance, but I learned otherwise that day.

I carried on for years, always doing everything I could for his memory. I was more ruthless than ever. I kept my mask in place for my daily life, always the actor. But I was slowly losing control of myself in my extracurricular activities.

I believe the only reason I was never caught was because I had become so erratic. My methods changed so drastically that law enforcement assumed I had to be a different person. I made kills outdoors, picked up targets in far too public places, even left behind tools. But eventually I would rejoin my dearest in the grave.

In March of 1938, nearly 5 years after the greatest pain of my life began, I found my peace. I finally slipped up; I discovered too late that the target I had just killed lived with his police officer brother. The brother came home as I was beginning to work up the body, drawing his pistol, and… I woke up in a strange place, with a different body.

Once I realized I was in Hell, I was able to find Alastor easily enough as he was already making a name for himself as a rising overlord, a story most everyone knows well. There's little to tell beyond that; Hell has been much the same for the near century we've been here, the only real changes being the rise and fall of overlords as newcomers make their way.

Alastor made his way to the top, every new soul he owned bringing more power. At some point, I'm not sure how many decades ago now, we decided it ebe prudent to legalize our partnership as a failsafe in case misfortune were to befall either of us. As part of our marriage contract I signed him my soul, and took partial claim of those that he owned then and in the future.

We were once again content for many years, until his recent unannounced sabbatical. Again I found myself left behind, picking up the pieces of our life and managing a small empire without him. With him gone his souls and responsibilities fell to me, which I dare say I handled dutifully for the better part of a decade.

I was beyond ecstatic when he returned, however. I am not fond of being an overlord myself, and everything besides those responsibilities I had let fall away. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was a broken man, being the one remaining for the second time.

But, he did return this time. And together we are rebuilding our status, reminding the masses why we were so feared. We've also been investing a great deal of time into our new project, helping young Princess Charlie Morningstar create and run her Hazbin Hotel.

[ask-thetulparcrew]

Ask the Inter-Systemic Tulpar Crew!

Hello all! I've been debating how to begin this post, but I figure no time like the present! This account is a Muthwashing-related ask blog! The difference between this and other ask blogs that are Mouthwashing-related is that the answers will be provided by introjects of the characters from the game! This account currently is ran by 3 systems: The Treehouse Tavern System (myself), the Moonlight Nightshade System, and the Mystery Box System! From those systems, we have a Curly fictive (TT), Anya fictive (MN) and a Daisuke fictive (MB). What is a system, you might ask? In my own words, a system is a form of trauma response. When under heavy duress as a child, when the brain is still forming, the brain might find it simpler to attach a train of thought onto a different direction, making a new pseudo-personality to better handle certain situations! As this person grows, their stresses become more complex, and so new alters (or personalities, if you will) are made. In most cases, these alters may be mirror images of fictional characters that the person might have become attached to! These fictives/introjects may then have memories of what life was like before entering the system! This ask blog will allow people, as well as ourselves to discover what each fictive's world was like! I do hope we find ourselves some people that share a love for the game as we do, and remember that these alters are distinct people; inextricably connected to their source material, but not exactly like them!

[b3ndy]

Hey question. Has anyone ever like. Been territorial over media (source especially if fictionfolk) and found a way to get over it. If you have I'd really, really like advice. Even if you haven't but have things to say I'd appreciate it. Thanks. Elaboration in tags, I suppose.

[system-box]

[ask-the-twin-sinners]

Uh, "Multiple Personalities"- A more correct term would be " Plurality " in their case. Anyhow we(plural) are wondering... Allen and Asan, are you two engaged yet?

-Fog/✉️👁️‍🗨️ Anon (can we claim those, if you allow "named" anons?)

(stop wait i (the mod of this account) am literally a system host how did i forget im sorry)

☆ - not yet...

yet.

[46091-irradiated-haggis]

Hello! Just a quick introduction, and hopefully the only post that I have to make here!

I'm Casey (20, he/him), the main host of the Nuthouse system. We have OSDD1-B, and we've decided to start blogs for some of our fictives as an outlet to get them out of their own heads and interacting with the real world.

So this not a story I have control of, is Jack's blog. And with it being such, please remember that this headmate may say and do things that we do not approve, encourage, or condone. This is an outlet for him, and things that were normal or accepting his source are not okay in real life.

And of course, a disclaimer: We do not own this source series. Red Dwarf belongs to The BBC.

Our other blogs:

@theamazingcashew

@arigj

@barnums--humbug

@charliexmorningstar

@cyclotis

@grayninjabreeze

@rory-inferno

@sinemaveriteofficial

@v-oxclassic

[grayninjabreeze]

Full Name: Zephyr Windsor

Background on Name: Not sure, I guess my mom thought she was being funny.

Nickname(s): Zeph

Nickname Background: It's just short for my name

Birth date: December 30th

Birth place: Jamanakai Village, Ninjago

Age: 23

Visual Age: 23

Zodiac/Astrological signs: Capricorn

Blood type: I don't know

Social Class: Middle class, I guess. We're kind of our own thing.

Religious Values: I'm spiritual, but not particularly religious.

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Gender: Agender

Height: 5'7

Weight: 150lbs

Body type: Thin, light, agile

Race/Species: Human, with elemental power

Eye color and Shape: Gray, slightly upturned almond

Glasses/Contacts?: None

Hair color and Style: Black with green. Loose curtain bangs.

Fur color and Area: None.

Additional Appendages: None.

Skin tone and type: Honey beige

Favored Clothing Style: Techwear/cyberpunk

Why?: Because that's what I'm most comfortable in.

Least Favored Clothing Style: Anything overly formal or restrictive.

Why?: It makes me uncomfortable for my clothes to limit my movement.

Important/Usual Accessories: Aro and ace rings

Tattoos: All are in plain black ink; I have a dragon on my right shoulder, ice crystals on the underside of my left forearm (lost due to amputation), a tree blowing in wind on my left shoulder blade, "Fly on my wind" in script above my left collarbone, ice crystals on the underside of my right forearm (to replace the tattoo I lost), a compass on upper back, "It's all part of the adventure" in script down my spine, and tech wires on right forearm.

Story Behind Tattoo: The tree and collarbone script are referring to my powers, the compass and spine script are just things I liked, the dragon is Mei Xing, and the ice and wires are for my partners.

Piercing(s): Left mid helix, left tragus, left daith, left lobe gauge, double left upper lobe, right mid helix stud, right forward helix, right inner conch, right lobe gauge, double right upper lobe, double left eyebrow, right nostril, snakebites, belly button

Scar(s): Plenty, but nothing that seems too noteworthy.

Other Marks: None

Predominant Features: Prosthetic left arm

Visual Health Level: Very fit

Spending Habits: I try to budget, but I do impulse buy sometimes.

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Strengths: Quick thinking, creativity, determination

Weaknesses: Cockiness, impulsivity

Weapons: Sai

Habits: Nothing that stands out as far as I know.

Familiars/Summons/Pets: Mei Xing is my wind dragon. My dog is Feng Li, a village dog I adopted.

Fighting Style: Ninjutsu, Spinjitzu

Old Injuries: My left arm is gone, so I guess that counts.

Movement Issues: Nothing serious.

Speed: I'm quicker than my teammates, aside from maybe Jay.

Agility: Very agile. I try to avoid too many flips and tricks because I know they aren't practical, but they're too fun not to sometimes!

Strength: I'm definitely not the strongest of my team, but still probably stronger than the average person of my build.

Stamina: Definitely not my strong point. I fight best with some breaks in the close combat.

Defensive Ability: Pretty good I'd say. I can't necessarily take a huge hit and be unaffected, but I can usually block and dodge very effectively and bounce back quickly if I do get hit.

Magical Ability: Not applicable. I do have the elemental wind power, but that isn't exactly magic.

Planning/Strategic Ability: Not always my best. I do try and I'd say I'm a decent planner, but if it's just me I am way too impulsive.

Memory: Hit or miss. I'm pretty forgetful, but I can usually keep up with important things well enough.

Luck: Definitely not. I'm not unlucky or anything, but I have to work just as hard as anyone.

Reaction Speed: Very very fast, too much so sometimes. I'll often react before my brain has really registered what's happening, which has led to more than a few black eyes for my friends.

Learning Curve: I pick up on new things really fast, although I might forget them just as quickly if it isn't immediately relevant.

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Alignment: Chaotic good

Occupation: Ninja!

Love Interest(s): None, I'm aroace. But Zane Julien and Pixal Borg are my partners.

Likes: Being outside, heights, adventure

Dislikes: Boredom, shitty people

Fears: Ostracization, failure

Wishes: Ninjago's safety

Personality: I can be pretty chaotic and high-strung. I care a lot about my friends, and want to help others.

Favorite Color and Why: Green and purple, I can't choose. They're really fun and pretty colors.

Favorite Music and Why: Techno/punk. I just like it, I can't really give a reason.

Food: I love any and all noodles! Vegetable biang biang noodles are my favorite.

Literature: I don't really read a lot, I don't think I've had a favorite book since I was a kid.

Expressions: Do I have any that I use a lot? I don't think I do.

Favored Expletives: Fuck is way too versatile and fun to say for my own good

Manner of Transportation: Dragon, random vehicles, it's usually whatever we have on hand at the moment.

Hobbies: Video games, art, movies

Favorite Childhood Memory: Probably when my dad first took me in.

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Song: "Oh No!" By MARINA

Taste: I have no idea, how would I know what I taste like?

Smell: I mean, sweat usually. I like minty scents though.

Representation in Psychic Endeavors: Not applicable I think.

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: ENFP-T

Enneagram Type and Wing: Type 7, Wing 6

Character Flaws: Impatient, untrusting, overprotective, short-tempered

Mannerisms: Excitable, I talk too loud and gesture a lot.

Darkest Secret and Who Knows About it: I'd rather not share that here, only my teammates know.

Personal Triggers: Just. My mom as a whole. Manipulation, child abuse/neglect, etc.

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Extra Notes: None that I can think of.

Family Members, and relationship with each: Lian Windsor (mom), Morro (father), Ronin (unofficial adoptive dad)

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[ask-ginger-chara]

DO YOU LIKE FISH

Considering your username, I am vERY AFRAID TO ANSWER 0-0

[kinnie-coins]

can you make some names and pronouns related to darkiplier cus our darkiplier fictive is looking by for a name to use but cant find one that it really likes, it really like space, dark academy and the colors red,blue and purple so if you can find some names/pronouns themed around that that would be great - Solaris

Darkiplier inspired sets -

Names:

Damien / Damian, Celine / Selene

Dusk, Dorian, Damon, Dahlia / Dahliah, Dmitri / D'mitri, Draven, Danika, Dionisia, Destin, Destiny, Solanine, Solar, Solace, Solstice, Scarlett, Salem, Sienna, Serenity, Celia, Celeste, Calista, Calliope, Ciel, Crimson, Carmine, Cordelia, Comet, Calypso, Damilene / Damiline

Pronouns -

Words:

aura/auras, star/stars, void/voids, nova/novas, soul/souls, vast/vasts, grave/graves, lune/lunes, haunt/haunts, key/keys, home/homes, lost/losts, sol/sols, dust/dusts, space/spaces, light/lights

Symbols:

&/+/♤/☆/?/!

Emojis:

🩵/💙/💜/❤️/🖤/🩶/🤍

🌓/🌗/🌒/🌘/🌌/🌙/🪐/⭐️

🕯/✒️/🗝/🪦/🎼/📖/📜/🏹

💀/☠️/🫀/👥️/❓️/❔️/⚠️/🚫/🔚

🔵/🔴/🟣/🟥/🟦/🟪

[thebrainboys-co]

BOYSS! Hello! Number one glazer here /j

Technically not a question but one at the same time to ease you guys in.. can I please give you all big hugs for ALL being my pookies? Fun being mutuals with you and I will forever make sure you know you’re appreciated!

Be sure to drink water and stay safe, cheers.

Stay hydrated everybody :]

Lil bonus hug under the cut from Grace🫶