#Tiffany butcher

[jackbatchelor3]

Why Do You Want To Look Like Dua Lipa? 💄 EastEnders

[jackbatchelor3]

Sonia Gets Some Life Changing News... EastEnders

[neutron669]

Furiosa by Thebutcherbilly

[freyholland]

Ash brings me along to watch Yellowjackets so I can wield my age and identify all the songs even when they’re being discordantly hummed by a disturbed teenage girl eating a dead guy

[rainc0at]

EASTENDERS OTPS BECAUSE NOW I THOUGHT OF IT I CAN'T STOP!!!

Mick and Linda!!!!!! I am So Sad!!!!!!!!!!!! However because Mick is "dead" (they never found a body he's soooo coming back in a few years with memory loss, hellooo?!!!) I am not opposed to Linda and Alfie. I actually think it'd be rather sweet.

Suki and Eve!!!!!!!!!! Must I say more??? They have infected my brain and I do spins when they come on screen.

Kat and Alfie for endgame. Both of you do what you want for a while. Be chill. Whatever. You both definitely still love each other and will come to realise that and be together again. And actually communicate and listen to each other. Though maybe I'm asking too much of ee characters, hm?

Rainie and Stuart. God how I love them. They make me so happy. Literally perfect for each other.

KEEGAN AND TIFF!!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ they are the only ever. they are soulmates and will be married forever ever ever.

Ben and Callum. God. Cries! They're! ARGH.

MAX AND TANYA!!! I adore them. So much. Though. Maybe not. Okay they're like really complicated actually god. Maybe they aren't the otp. Maybe they are. In another universe or whatever. (I think Tanya actually says that at some point to him and it broke me)

ROXY!! AND!! SEAN!! Recovered Sean might I say. He loved her. He loved her so much. They're literally the perfect amount of playful and serious and they just. Get on. Their chemistry. They. Cries. God. Never getting over Roxy and Ronnie GOD ARFFRFRFR

Whitney and Kush. However Whitney and Zack with how things turned out. God damn it Gray I hate you. God.

Billy and Honey. They're just such a good match.

Jay and Lola! Cries! Ouch! Ow! Owie!

[fromduck]

Yandere Slashers x Reader

Summary: In your residential “Halloween Town” you are the mayor to the town of deranged killers. Though a normal person- you think you do a good job of running the town! You also love the residents of Halloween Town, although immoral and straight up evil— they hold a special place in your heart ♥️

(Unedited hehe)

-Chucky and Tiffany are your bffs. Though their relationship is so toxic and you’re often a third wheel to their arguing. Glen and Glenda are pretty ok.

-Danny Johnson “Ghostface” is your ex-bf who has yet to acknowledge your breakup. (This man is down bad please take him back😭) Always invading your privacy as a means to “interview” you as the town’s mayor. Don’t ask him why most of Halloween Town’s newspaper is only talking about how perfect your hair is, how perfect your eyes crinkle when you smile, and why the fuck won’t you take him back please what did I do babygirl we had something special—

-Michael Myers and Jason Voohres are your bodyguards as the mayor of Halloween Town. They also save you from Danny’s harassment (much to his displeasure)

Though Jason is a part time PE teacher and sometimes leaves your side to teach his classes. It’s Michael who you have to beg to leave you alone and to go home when the day is over. You don’t know that he secretly sleeps under your bed

-Hannibal Lecter is your therapist and also the one who convinced you to break up with Danny. Totally not because he wanted you single. Never.

-Thomas Hewitt is the local butcher who shyly pines after you. He really likes you and offers you the best meat slices. Although, you never get to eat it because your bodyguard always confiscate it.

-Vincent Sinclair and Bo Sinclair run the local wax museum. Vincent even made your own wax model! WOW, this is really detailed!! (‘Hey!! why is my model naked while everyone else’s has clothes? 😅’ ‘….’ ‘You’re making wax clothes for mine right? ‘…..’ ‘Right?’ ‘….’)

They’re also scammers and make a profit off of your wax figure

-Freddy Krueger is your political rival who wants to take over Halloween Town. You’ve told the man that he will never take Halloween Town from you and name it “Nightmare Town.”

He also has a personal vendetta against Jason. Something about a fight they had where Freddy had his ass whooped. The man had never let that go.

-And many more residents!!!

Halloween Town may have flaws and maybe it’s not the perfect Town. But goddamnit it’s your town!! And you will rule it to bring prosperity to your residents!

Even if it means they may like you a little too much.

(HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃)

[elryuse]

Yandere snsd otp 9 please there obsessed with there adopted little brother reader

MY STEPSISTER IS OBSESSED WITH ME

Yandere SNSD OT9 X Male Reader

The plane touched down in Incheon, a cold wave of dread washing over me. My parents, the people I trusted most, had ripped the rug from under my feet. They'd sold me, their own son, to a rich family in Korea. Betrayal gnawed at me, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow.

A man in a chauffeur's uniform held a placard with my new name, a Korean name I didn't recognize. He led me to a sleek black car, and the entire ride was a blur of towering skyscrapers and neon signs spewing unfamiliar words. Finally, the car pulled up to a colossal mansion that looked more like a palace.

My jaw dropped as I stepped out. A maid bowed, ushering me inside. There, I found them. Nine girls, impossibly beautiful, clad in luxurious clothes, faces a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"This is our new… brother," the one with the fiercest eyes announced, her voice dripping with ice. Jessica, they'd introduced her later, with a coldness in her eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"Yoona," a girl with doe-like eyes scolded softly. "Be nice." Sooyoung, her name tag read. The only one who seemed to show a shred of genuine warmth.

The first few weeks were a blur of isolation and silent judgment. I became a ghost, flitting through the edges of their seemingly perfect lives, cleaning their mess, fetching things, and basically acting like their servant. They treated me with indifference, their conversations laced with inside jokes and references I didn't understand.

One rainy night, as I drove them back from a late-night practice, a reckless driver ran a red light. The car swerved, tires screeching. The world became a chaotic blur before everything went dark.

I woke up in a hospital bed, my body a map of aches and pains. But the pain was a mere whisper compared to the sight that greeted me. Nine worried faces surrounded my bed, concern etching lines on their flawless faces.

"Y/n! You're awake!" the one with the soft voice, Yoona, cried, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Tiffany, a girl with bright eyes and a seemingly warm smile, held my hand tightly. "You scared the living shit out of us. Don't you ever do that again."

The others, the girls who used to ignore me, surrounded me with a flurry of questions and frantic care. It was overwhelming, this sudden shift in their behavior. Yet, a part of me felt...warm. A flicker of hope ignited in my chest.

Days turned into weeks, and my stay at the hospital became an unexpected haven. They showered me with affection, bringing me my favorite takeout, singing me silly songs in butchered Korean to cheer me up, and even reading me Korean bedtime stories – their attempts hilariously endearing.

As I recovered, I learned more about them, about SNSD, their dream, their struggles. Their ambition, once cold and distant, became something I admired. I found myself drawn to their passion, their love for music, and most unsettlingly, to them.

One afternoon, while they were recording, I sat in their practice room, captivated by the raw emotions they poured into their song. As the last note faded, a heavy silence descended. Then, Yoona spoke, her voice trembling.

"Y/n, W-we…" she began, then stopped, tears welling up in her eyes. "We were terrible sisters. We took you for granted."

Taeyeon, the fierce leader, stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You became our family, Y/n. And we scared you away. We… we can't lose you again."

Her words unraveled something within me. I realized I wasn't just drawn to their world; I was trapped. Their love, once suffocating, was now a possessive cage woven from concern and affection.

I looked at their faces, each beautiful in its own way, and a horrifying truth dawned on me. They were obsessed. Not with me as a brother, but as something… more. A possession to be cherished, protected, and never let go of. The warmth I felt earlier turned icy cold, a knot of fear tightening in my stomach.

They were my family, my saviors, but also my captors. A twisted family bound by a love that had crossed the line, and I, Y/n, the unwanted son, was now their prisoner in a gilded cage.

The following days solidified my fear. My room was adorned with SNSD posters, their schedules plastered across my desk like religious icons. My phone was replaced with one monitored by Sooyoung, under the guise of 'keeping me safe.' Sunny, the bubbly one, would burst into tears if I mentioned leaving for a walk. Hyoyeon, the dance machine, started following me everywhere, a silent, watchful shadow.

At night, the nightmares began. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, the scent of lilies – their favorite flower – thick in the air. A single lily would be placed on my nightstand, a silent promise of their obsessive love.

One evening, I managed to sneak my old phone out of my bag. With trembling fingers, I dialed a random international number. A voice, rough with sleep, answered on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Mom? Dad? It's me Y/n." Relief flooded me, a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of despair.

But before I could speak further, the door creaked open. Taeyeon stood there, her face a mask of fury. The phone clattered to the floor, the sound of my shattered hope echoing in the silence.

"Who were you talking to?" Her voice was laced with venom.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "M-my parents. I just wanted to…"

"You don't need anyone else," Tiffany cut in, her eyes blazing with a possessive glint. "You have us."

They surrounded me, a suffocating wall of beautiful faces. Yoona, ever the gentle one, held a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"This will help you sleep, Y/n. No more bad dreams."

Panic clawed at my throat. I lunged for the door, but Jessica was already there, her grip like iron. A struggle ensued, a pathetic fight against nine determined women. In the end, they subdued me, the syringe finding its mark on my arm.

The world dissolved into a hazy blur. As darkness claimed me, I heard their voices, a chilling chorus that echoed in the recesses of my mind.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You're safe now. You'll never leave us again."

I woke up strapped to a bed, the sterile white room a stark contrast to the opulent prison I called home. An IV dripped into my arm, a constant reminder of my captivity.

On the bedside table sat a bouquet of lilies, their cloying scent filling the air. Despair washed over me, a cold, suffocating wave. There was no escape. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a plaything for nine beautiful, deranged women who called themselves my sisters. The once-distant dream of freedom now felt like a cruel joke. My new reality was a life sentence of love, a love so twisted it could only be called obsession.

To Be Continued

[domuspeccati]

In the free use world of your dreams, which girl group member would be your step-mom, step-sister, aunt, cousin, girlfriend, MILF next door, and FWB?

Well here are my answers

Side Note : Sorry if the quality is a bit butchered

Step-Mom : Tiffany

Step-Sister : Lia

Aunt : Sohee

Cousin : Yuqi

GF : Minnie

MILF Next Door : LE

FWB : Sorn

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Donnie MacClain, Wizard of Time

Summer in Chicago is a complete beast. A sprawling, sweating, heaving beast that sits on your chest and laughs if you so much as try to breathe. Really, the air is so thick you swear to god you could cut it with a knife. Why does anyone live here?

Such are your thoughts as you trudge home from the grocery store, where you foolishly thought it would be a good idea to walk at the peak of this July afternoon. Okay, so maybe it was less of a “choice” and more of a “completely preventable car malfunction” that led you here, but whatever. Next time you let your gas tank fall below empty, you’ll remember this—the unbearable heat, the humidity—I mean, god, you look like you could give Axl Rose a run for his money. Are there really women whose hair stays perfectly styled in this kind of weather? If there are, you’d like to meet them. To congratulate them or take them down in a fist fight, you haven’t decided.

Your backpack, filled to the brim with cold beer and produce, provides a little relief against your flushed skin as you approach your apartment building. You shudder at the prospect of climbing the five flights of stairs to your place; the landlord has been dragging his feet about fixing the elevator for six months, and while it wasn’t so bad in the spring, the old building’s lack of airflow makes it damn near unbearable any time the temperature outside reaches above 80°. So you sit. Just for a minute, on the bottom step. Just until that feverish misery fades. Donnie will be home by now, singing in the shower after photographing the Cubs’ day game against the Brewers. Probably Breakfast at Tiffany’s, if you had to guess; he heard it on the radio three weeks ago and has proceeded to butcher the lyrics any time the opportunity has presented itself since. You think he does it just to see you scrunch up your nose and pretend to be annoyed. And who are you to deny him that simple pleasure? You stand, too stiff for your twenty-odd years, and begin the steep climb up to the apartment you share.

Approaching your door, you notice that the air is noticeably lacking a certain tone-deaf performance. Maybe you’ve beat him home, you think briefly, turning your key in the lock with what feels like the last of your strength. You really need to be better about putting gas in your car. You stumble over something—a dirty white sneaker, men’s size 11.5–before you’re able to set down your groceries. Donnie’s not exactly a neat freak, but he’s usually kind enough not to leave a trail of destruction in his wake. You look around as you begin putting your dinner ingredients in order; he’s not in the main living space, and you don’t hear the shower running. So what, he was just raptured out of his shoes? You sigh in exasperation, knowing your annoyance will evaporate as soon as he locks those big brown eyes on you.

Six pack in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer (you couldn’t resist), bread on the counter, boyfriend nowhere to be seen. You hum softly to yourself—Breakfast at Tiffany’s, what else?—and begin chopping vegetables for a salad, accompanied only by the geriatric whirr of the box fan Donnie haphazardly installed in your living room window. It’s held to the windowsill with bungee cords, which gives you heart palpitations if you think about it for too long; you can practically hear Donnie placating you, relax, baby, your man’s a pro, and you smile to yourself in spite of the spiking anxiety in your chest. You’ve been threatening to call his father roughly once a week to fix it, but you both know you won’t. Really, the thing could come down any day now.

Lost in thought, you hardly register Donnie’s footsteps behind you. If it wasn’t for that one creaky floorboard—it’s bent up on one end and prone to tripping unsuspecting guests—you might not have heard him at all.

“Did you even untie those shoes before you kicked them into the doorway?” You ask without turning, a smile in your voice. In response, Donnie slides one arm around your waist, his chest rising and falling against your back. His free hand lifts your hair from the back of your neck, exposing your skin for him to press his lips against. You breathe in, reveling in the scent of his skin. Heat, sunscreen, and the aftershave he insists on buying despite the fact that he can’t grow a beard. You let one hand wander behind you, behind him, into his hair as he lowers his forehead onto your shoulder. He exhales, breath shuddering ever so slightly, and pulls you closer against him.

“Hi, angel,” he murmurs into your skin. His voice is exhausted. Disregarding the fact that he didn’t answer your question, you dislodge yourself gently from his arms to turn and face him. Donnie’s smiling, but without his usual energy the effect is more unnerving than anything. You place your hands on his face, raising an eyebrow as if to ask what’s wrong. Like a magnet, the boy has re-attached himself to you, hands sliding from your hips to your back. He shakes his head, his hair brushing your face gently as he lowers his gaze to yours. “I’m alright,” he says, “long day. I missed you.”

“It’s been, like, six hours,” you tease, smiling up at him so that your lips nearly touch.

“Five and a half,” he says, “just complete agony. How in god’s name did we do this before we lived together?”

A light breeze pours through the open window then, and you gasp at the fleeting relief it provides you. “I don’t know,” you reply before kissing him sweetly on the lips, “it must have been harder than I remember.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, pulling you into a bear hug, “you were worth it, though.”

“Cornball.”

“You chose this.”

“You’ve got me there.”

You stand like that for a moment longer, letting the heat of his body envelop you until you can’t take it anymore. When you pull away, you think for a split second that you know exactly what Donnie will look like in forty years, when his smile lines have deepened and his hair has gone gray. You know with absolute certainty that he’ll always hold you like this, this tightly, age and frailty be damned. It makes your heart ache, and you remind yourself that neither of you is even thirty. It’s hard not to resent the job he loves so much, the one that turns him into a little kid again, for keeping him from you for days at a time. But then, there’s that love. You can’t begrudge him that love, not when he bounds through the door after a week away and takes you in his arms so tightly you think you might pass out, not when he slides into your bed in the little hours with whispered apologies and feather-light kisses, and certainly not now, when his exhaustion renders him all but speechless and his soft eyes bore into yours with an expression that makes you seasick.

“Donnie, I love you,” you say suddenly. You say it often, with varying degrees of intensity, but you’ve seldom felt so utterly compelled to make your feelings known as you do now, in your kitchen, over the drone of the box fan.

“I know, baby,” he grins—there it is—“I love you too.”

Good, you think, now he knows. Now I can chop vegetables in peace. You nod toward the kitchen counter, indicating for Donnie to sit at one of your thrifted bar stools while you cook. He shakes his head, still grinning. You think one of your boyfriend’s greatest pleasures in life might be getting in your way when you’re trying to cook. Second only to cooking meals himself, which is somehow an even more chaotic affair. Somehow his chaos brings you comfort, though, so you shrug and say “Suit yourself. Stay away from my knife, though.”

Sometimes you get vertigo when you look at Donnie. It’s hard to believe you’ve only been together two years; he has a way of bending time to his will. Each time he takes your sleeve between his fingers, kisses you goodbye, rests his head on your shoulder, you’re two years younger and lit up with butterflies. Then, in the next moment, he’s pulling you into his chest in the dark and you know instinctively that his soul and yours have been in conversation for a long, long time. Now, standing beside him with your hip pressed against his, you’re exactly as you are: young and dumb and in love.

[thatbiologist]

G’eth Character Name Bank

First Names

Masculine Names

Alfred, Andrew, Arlo, Arthur, Balthazar, Barry, Ben, Benedick, Bernard, Burchard, Cedric, Charibert, Crispin, Cyrill, Daegal, Derek, Digory, Drustan, Duncan, Edmund, Edwin, Elric, Evaine, Frederick, Geffery, George, Godfreed, Gregory, Guy, Harris, Harry, Horsa, Hugh, Humphrey, Iago, Jack, Jeremy, John, Kazamir, Kenric, Lawrence, Leoric, Lorik, Luke, Lynton, Lysander, Madoc, Magnus, Maukolum, Micheal, Miles, Milhouse, Mordred, Mosseus, Ori, Orvyn, Neville, Norbert, Nycolas, Paul, Percival, Randulf, Richard, Robert, Roderick, Stephen, Tennys, Theodoric, Thomas, Tristan, Tybalt, Victor, Vincent, Vortimer, Willcock, Willian, Wymond

Feminine Names

Adelin, Alice, Amelia, Beatrix, Beryl, Bogdana, Branwyne, Brigida, Catalina, Catherine, Claudia, Crystina, Deanna, Desdemona, Elaine, Elinora, Eliza, Enide, Eva, Ferelith, Fiora, Freya, Gertrude, Gregoria, Gueanor, Gwen, Gwendolyn, Hannah, Hegelina, Helen, Helga, Heloise, Henrietta, Igraine, Imogen, Jacquelyn, Jane, Jean, Jenny, Jill, Juliana, Juliet, Katie, Leela, Lettice, Lilibet, Lilith, Lucy, Luthera, Luz, Lyra, Malyna, Margherita, Marion, Meryl, Millie, Miranda, Molle, Morgana, Morgause, Nezetta, Nina, Novella, Olwen, Oriana, Oriolda, Osanna, Pamela, Petra, Philippa, Revna, Rohez, Rosalind, Rose, Sallie, Sarra, Serphina, Sif, Simona, Sophie, Thomasine, Tiffany, Ursula, Viola, Winifred, Yrsa, Ysabella, Yvaine, Zelda, Zillah

Gender-Neutral/Unisex Names

Adrian, Alex, Aiden, Arden, Ariel, Auden, Avery, Bailey, Blaire, Blake, Brett, Breslin, Caelan, Cadain, Cameron, Charlie, Dagon, Dana, Darby, Darra, Devon, Drew, Dylan, Evan, Felize, Fenix, Fernley, Finley, Glenn, Gavyn, Haskell, Hayden, Hunter, Jace, Jaime, Jesse, Jo, Kai, Kane, Karter, Kieran, Kylin, Landon, Leslie, Mallory, Marin, Meritt, Morgan, Nell, Noel, Oakley, Otzar, Paris, Peregrine, Quant, Quyn, Reagan, Remy, Robin, Rowan, Ryan, Sam, Samar, Sasha, Sloan, Stace, Tatum, Teegan, Terrin, Urbain, Vahn, Valo, Vick, Wallace, Waverly, Whitney, Yardley, Yarden, Zasha

Surnames

Surnames, Patrilineal - First Name (Patrilineal Surname)

Ace, Allaire, Appel, Arrow, Baker, Bamford, Barnard, Beckett, Berryann, Blakewood, Blanning, Bigge, Binns, Bisby, Brewer, Brickenden, Brooker, Browne, Buller, Carey, Carpenter, Carter, Cheeseman, Clarke, Cooper, Ead, Elwood, Emory, Farmer, Fish, Fisher, Fitzroy, Fletcher, Foreman, Foster, Fuller, Galahad, Gerard, Graves, Grover, Harlow, Hawkins, Hayward, Hill, Holley, Holt, Hunter, Jester, Kerr, Kirk, Leigh, MacGuffin, Maddock, Mason, Maynard, Mercer, Miller, Nash, Paige, Payne, Pernelle, Raleigh, Ryder, Scroggs, Seller, Shepard, Shore, Slater, Smith, Tanner, Taylor, Thatcher, Thorn, Tilly, Turner, Underwood, Vaughan, Walter, Webb, Wilde, Wood, Wren, Wyatt, Wynne

Surnames, Townships in G’eth - First Name of (Location)

Abelforth, Argent Keep, Barrow Springs, Barrowmere, Bedford, Brunhelm, Bumble, Casterfalls, Dunbridge, Falmore Forest, Folk’s Bounty, Frostmaid, Fulstad, Heller’s Crossing, Hertfordshire, Humberdale, Inkwater, Little Avery, Marrowton, Mistfall, Mistmire, Morcow, Necropolis-on-Sea, Otherway, Parsendale, Piddlehinton, Port Fairwind, Redcastle, Ransom, Rutherglen, Saint Crois, Tanner’s Folly, Tavern’s Point, Wilmington

Surnames, Geographical Locations in G’eth - First Name of the (Location)

Cove of Calamity, Deep Woods of Falmore, Eastern Isles, Eastern Mountains, Foothills, Frozen Peak, Lakes, Maegor Cobblestones, Northern Mountains, Southern Isle, Tangle, West Coast, Wild Wild Woods, Woods of Angarad

Surnames, Nickname - First Name the (Something) 

Bald, Bastard, Bear, Bearded, Big, Bird, Bold, Brave, Broken, Butcher, Bruiser, Careless, Caring, Charitable, Clever, Clumsy, Cold, Confessor, Coward, Crow, Cyclops, Devious, Devoted, Dog, Dragonheart, Dreamer, Elder, Faithful, Fearless, Fey, Fool, Friend, Generous, Giant, Goldheart, Goldfang, Gouty, Gracious, Great, Hag, Handsome, Hawk, Honest, Huge, Humble, Hungry, Hunter, Innocent, Ironfist, Ironside, Keeper, Kind, Lesser, Liar, Lionheart, Little, Loyal, Magical, Mercenary, Merchant, Messenger, Old, Orphan, Pale, Polite, Poet, Poor, Prodigy, Prophet, Proud, Reliable, Romantic, Rude, Selfish, Sellsword, Scab, Scholar, Shield, Shy, Singer, Sirrah, Slayer, Slug, Small, Stoneheart, Swift, Tadde, Talented, Tart, Tenacious, Timid, Tiny, Tough, Traveller, Trusted, Truthful, Viper, Wizard, Wolf, Wyrm

[mistergaslow]

Days 9-12 of Gobtober. I have a lot more to catch up on, but at least I have these bozos done.

#Gobtober: Day 9: Miner: Monty: As a child, ward goblins vaguely look like what they'll be when they grow up, like most human children. Prawns on the other hand are mostly genderless and featureless, past the basic humanoid parts. Poor Monty grew up babyfaced, and could fully pass with a shave.

#Gobtober: Day 10: Butcher: Tiffany and Coco: The goblins Tiffany and Coco are an unusual pair. Most goblins only have one head, but somehow, this goblin gained two. While they used to bicker like mad, a near-death experience has since mellowed their temperament. Two heads are better than one, eh?

#Gobtober: Day 11: Barmaid: Bouncing Betty: Goblin gender is weird. For Wards, a goblin's gender is typically what they're born with, however, Prawns get a choice. Prawn chooses their gender at age 5. Betty noticed that bustier staff got more tips. Now most of her tips go to medicines for back pain.

#Gobtober: Day 12: Armorer: Sir Gaven: Goblins typically get accused of being cowardly, backstabbing, and short-sighted. However, this is a consequence of their lifespans. Does an elf not view a human as such? Gaven is a kind goblin. He wears poorer quality armor to clad his comrades in the best.

[sparethcsympathy]

//. lmao, so my migraines are currently fucking me up; still tired from the party last night, lmao. I'm only up cause #kids. BUT--- eventually, imma work on my card, and I need to make a list of characters I am no longer using and the muses I am adding.

Adding ( reminder ) more so for me :

Black Noir II ( THE BOYS ) Ryan Butcher ( THE BOYS ) Marie Moreau ( GEN V ) Hughie Campbell ( lowkey & private ) ( THE BOYS ) Ramsay Bolton ( GOT )

Muses I am getting rid of : Tiffany ( chucky series ) Chucky ( chucky series ) Joel ( Last of us ) Sabrina ( caos ) nick ( caos ) daryl dixon ( twd )

[meimi-haneoka]

Ok. I was taking a break from my studies and it resulted in me being today days old when I found out that Syaoran is called Lionel in the French dub.

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At this point, my brain just refuses to compute that.

LMAO. What is the world? And apparently Meilin is Stephanie. Weirdly enough, it suits them. Though Tiffany, Thomas and Gauthier a bit too much for me. OK. Let me heacanon this. Syaoran is actually called Lionel at his school in Hong Kong. Like either he is very politely referred to as Classmate Li (there is an exact term for that in Cantonese which I can't remember) or people from outside the family just call him Lionel (This should be the case since it was pretty odd that no one outside his family called him by his first name. Makes sense in Japanese culture but Hong Kong, especially in that age group, is not that formal). Either way, outside the family or his classmates, he is referred to by his full name, either Lionel Lee (in Hong Kong or abroad) or Li Xiaolang or Lei Siu Long (according to proper Chinese naming or calling conventions). He is either Baobei (which is like baby or treasure) to his mother or LangLang (affectionate nickname) or Didi (little brother) to his sisters. Only people in his clan, including Wei and Meiling, call him Syaoran (or Siu Long, to be more accurate) and he is Li-kun to rest of his Japanese friends and acquaintances. So, Sakura with her "Shaoran-kun" is her own unique way of calling his name. I am pretty sure he has a hidden real name but he adores being called that by Sakura. Everytime Sakura calls out to him with "Shaoran-kun", he thinks to himself that one day, once both of them are strong enough, they will reveal their real names to each other. Although, I would love to think that he teases her with his own English name when he speaks to her in English and she struggles with it.

I am so sorry Aubretia 😭

I took so long replying to your ask too.

You definitely brought me back in time with the mention of the French dub! When I was a kid, the first run of the CCS anime was incomplete here in Italy, and for long time the only episodes I watched were only up to the 46th one.

But my father had put up satellite television and some time later I could catch CCS on Fox Kids in France, it seemed like a dream to me. I obviously did not know any French back then, but I quickly learned some things, and how the characters were called in that dub!

At first it felt quite strange to me too (in Italy CCS, strangely enough, was one of the first anime where the names were left almost untouched after the 90s wave of modified and butchered anime) but I got used to it rather quickly.

I think when you say

This should be the case since it was pretty odd that no one outside his family called him by his first name

you're referring to the bit where Meiling actually says that he's the one who doesn't call anyone by their first name outside family, right?

Well it does indeed make sense for JP culture, probably less elsewhere.

Omg!! Syaoran would indeed have so many names, can he keep up with all of them to properly respond when he's called by someone? 😆Yes, "Syaoran-kun" is exclusivity of Sakura 🥰

(I can tooootally see his sisters call him didi 😆)

Sometimes I do wonder about Syaoran's real name.

My idea is that the one we know is indeed his real name because when Eriol spelled out his name in the "falling from the tree scene" back in Sakura Card Arc, he seemed "hypnotized" and Eriol had successfully gained control of his body through the thread 😅the whole idea that if someone got your true name, they have your soul in their hands...

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Introducing My Stranger Things OCs – Scott Richards - Face claim: Chandler Riggs Fanfic: “Quiet Doesn’t Mean Safe” Quote: “He looked at me like I mattered. Just once. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.” Theme Song "Fight or Flight" by Conan Gray Character Inspiration - Raven (Rachel Roth), Jean Grey, Shinso Hitoshi, and Charles Xavier Love Interest: Mike Wheeler. Alice Watts - Face Claim: Jessica Barden or Thomasin McKenzie Fanfic: “Almost Enough, Never Quite” Quote: “They wouldn’t notice if I vanished… not really.” Theme song: "My Boy Builds Coffins" – Florence + The Machine Character Inspiration: Cassie Howard – Euphoria, Rachel Berry – Glee (Early seasons), Nina Sayers – Black Swan, Violet Harmon – American Horror Story: Murder House, and Claire Fisher – Six Feet Under Love Interest: Steve Harrington or Johnathan Byers. Noé Valentine - Face Claim: Jack Champion - Ben Barnes (as an adult) Fanfic: "The Devil Wears Vans" – "Butcher Baby" & "Teen Slasher Royalty" Quote: “You want to fix me? Take a number, doc. Get in line behind the bodies.” Theme song: "Dealer" by Lana Del Rey Character Inspiration: Jerome Valeska (Gotham), Wednesday Addams (Wednesday – Netflix), Tate Langdon (American Horror Story: Murder House), Homelander (The Boys), and Esther (Orphan) Love Interest: Himself Fandom: Stranger Things x Chucky Series Crossover Fun Fact: Tiffany and Chucky are his adoptive parents. He's Midwestern American and French.

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Favorite Tiffany and Annabelle hc’s?

Okay sure! Fun!

Tiffany-

She bites into her icecream. Just full teeth and chews it. Chucky hates it when she does that.

She has Chinese heritage and was born in America, she speaks both English and Cantonese (her Cantonese is a bit on the rusty side)

He’s a natural brunette and the only reason she was convicted to go blonde was because of Chucky. He said it as a joke one day but didn’t actually think she’d go through with it.

She’s tried to better understand her husbands first language, but she struggles at it and often just butchers words but the fact she tries is enough to make the redhead blush. Chucky has no idea how she does it.

She always knew which twin was which because even with millions of clones of her husband she can always pick who’s the real deal.

Speaking of she’s probably the only person who actually knows when Chucky’s lying. It still baffles Chucky how she knows.

She’s the resident gun-woman of the house. Knifes are Chucky’s thing but for her she can easily out shoot him in any competition. And she likes to poke up at how in the love he missed such an easy shot to kill Mike Norris in that first gun chase.

She’s the one who made the first move. And she knew how nervously Chucky was. But she loved his kiss. She says it was so sweet and innocent

Annabelle-

Annabelle can be one terrifying lady when she’s upset…especially if someone comes in between her and her family…just choose life people…

She loves her husband very human and knows about how hard it can be for him to focus at times so she will leave little fidget toys around the house for him to find to help keep him focused

She loves knitting and crocheting. She can make really fun pieces. She’s made her husband a Viking helmet which he adores.

She’s the one who kissed Slappy first. Despite hating him in the very beginning…she doesn’t know how he managed to work his way into her heart.

She’s given her husband a round for his money when they’ve played Pool…the amount of times she kicked her husbands ass in this game is absurd. His ego was bruised.

She’s a left handed!

When she was pregnant with the triplets she had intense cravings for pickles now that craving is still present and she’ll just munch on them throughout the day.

She isn’t the heavily affectionate type or to really cry at all…but oh boy when she was pregnant Slappy had to make sure he didn’t set her off.

She is a puzzle gal. Loves a good brain twister as well! She’s a woman who always loves to learn new random fun facts. So as a pass time her and Slap watch Jeopardy!

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Who I won’t write for ✘

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If they’re on this list they are either problematic or I just have no interest in writing for them

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Alex Abrahantes

Dani Palmer

Roman Reigns

Bryan Danielson

Dax Harwood

Ariya Daivari

Chris Jericho

Brandon Cutler

Big Bill

Christian Cage

Bobby Lashley

Cope

Billy Gunn

Colt Cabana

Darby Allin

Scorpio Sky

Shelton Benjamin

Sonjay Dutt

Sting

Stokely Hathaway

The Beast Mortos

The Blade

The Butcher

Will Ospreay

Emi Sakura

Dralistico

Dustin Rhodes

Dutch

Jay Lethal

Jeff Jerrett

Johnny Tv

Keith Lee

Killswitch

Lance Archer

Luther

Mark Briscoe

Mark Sterling

Max Caster

Michael Nakazawa

Mr. Brodie Lee & Jr

MVP

Nick Comoroto

Paul Wight

Prince Nana

Ricochet

Rush

Sammy Guevara

Santam Singh

Kamille

Karen Jarrett

Madison Rayne

Mercedes Moné

Mother Wayne

Rebel

Saraya

Serena Deeb

Thunder Rosa

Some ring announcers/backstage people/interviewers

JD Drake

Christopher Daniels

EJ Nduka

Jay Briscoe

Shane Taylor

Adam Pearce

AJ Styles

Alexa Bliss

Alicia Taylor

Apollo Crews

Austin Theory

Becky Lynch

Blair Davenport

Booker T

Braun Strowman

Brock Lesnar

Byron Saxton

Carlito

Chad Gable

Cody Rhodes

Corey Graves

Jaida Parker

Jazmyn Nyx

JD McDonagh

Joe Coffey

John Cena

Johnny Gargano

Josh Briggs

Karrion Kross

Kofi Kingston

LA Knight

Lexis King

Logan Paul

Maryse

Meiko Satomura

Michael Cole

Mr. Stone

Nia Jax

Nick Aldis

Nikkita Lyons

Oba Femi

Omos

Pat McAfee

Paul Heyman

R-Truth

Randy Orton

Raquel Rodriguez

Rey Mysterio

Rhea Ripley

Robert Roode

Shane McMahon

Solo Sikoa

Titus O’Neil

Stephanie McMahon

The Miz

Tiffany Stratton

Vic Joseph

Tommaso Ciampa

Triple H

Tyriek Igwe

Tyson Dupont

Wade Barrett

Willam Regal

Wolfgang

Wren Sinclair

Zelina Vega

Ace Steel

A.J. Francis

Alan Angels

Campaign Singh

Cody Deaner

Eric Young

Gail Kim

Hammerstone

Havok

Jack Price

Jake Something

Jeff Hardy

Killer Kelly

KiLynn King

Léi Yǐng Lee

Matt Hardy

Matthew Rehwoldt

Moose

Nic Nemeth

Ryan Nemeth

Sami Callihan

Santino Marella

Shera

Shogun

Tessa Blanchard

Tom Hannifan

Tommy Dream

Swerve Strickland

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