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rickybowensfever · 4 months ago

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Dance the Sickness Away (Campus Crud) - Sicktember 2024: Day 3

Welcome to Sicktember 2024, Day 3: Campus/Con Crud!

You can find out more info @sicktember.

About this story: Days after "Dancing for A Cause", a charity event put on by Kylie and her sorority sisters, everyone starts to fall ill and Zach is first.

CW: very brief mention of childhood cancer since that's the cause they were raising money for

NOTE: I love all of my oc's equally but I can't help but have a strong connection to Zach and Kylie. I just *love* them. Short bio: College AU, Zach and Kylie are living with each other during their junior year of college at Lakewood University (All of my college oc’s go here!). Zach went to community college but transferred to Lakewood once he completed his associates degree. . Zach and Kylie started dating senior year of high school. The two have known each other since kindergarten. They're childhood friends to lovers. Now, they live in an off-campus apartment together. If you think they're as cute as I do, I have a couple of other fics with them. See this fic for their origin story & you can also search #zachandkylie on my Tumblr for more fics of them or any of my oc's. about my ocs! Zach Perez loves Spiderman and is a hopeless romantic. He studies computer science. He comes from a single mother, Angela who is an RN and he has an older sister, Emily who is 2-years older than him. She is a pediatrician. Kylie Daniels is a girls-girl, she loves event planning & is the Community Service chair of her sorority. Kylie studies Media & Communications. She is the eldest daughter. She has a younger brother, Blake who is a trans boy. He is a year younger and on the road touring with his band.

(SET DURING MID-OCTOBER 2024)

Zach felt like he was hit by a truck.

It had been three days since he pulled an all-nighter for Kylie’s 24-hour dance-a-thon for charity. Kylie had been planning the charity event for months with her sorority sisters. Like many other universities that held these types of events, Dancing for a Cause helped to spread awareness about childhood cancer and raise money for the charity they collectively chose. Plus it was also a great way to bond with other students on campus. For twenty-four-hours, they raised money for every hour that each participant danced.

Thus, Zach’s sleep schedule was totally off. But now, it felt like it was finally coming back to normal. However, when he woke up that morning, something felt off. Of course, the morning after the dance-a-thon where they both slept for over 7 hours, his body was sore, and his muscles ached; that was normal after dancing for a long period of time.

But this time felt different. Aside from the body aches, his head pounded, his throat felt like he had swallowed shards of glass, and chills coursed through his body, making it impossible to move from his bed. Plus, he had been coughing all night, sporadically which definitely didn’t help with his throat pain. He slowly patted the mattress to find his phone. He grabbed the cold phone from beside his pillow, lying on the white sheets on the bed. He used his thumb to unlock the phone and spoke for the first time that morning.

“Siri, can you text Kylie and tell her I’m sick?” he croaked, wincing at the pain in his throat as he spoke.

Certainly. To Kylie (heart emoji), “I’m sick” Send it?

In the midst of a coughing fit, Zach croaked out a weak yes as he curled up under a mountain of covers hoping that would ease the chills.

Sent.

Moments later, Kylie was hovering over their bed and pulling the blankets off of her boyfriend who groaned in response. She frowned as she got close enough to see his condition. Glassy eyes, pink cheeks, and a pale complexion.

She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to feel his warm forehead. “Awe, you poor thing. You were coughing all night. Everyone’s been texting me saying they’re sick too. I asked Krista to send me the symptoms she and Natalie are having too” she said, running a hand through his matted dark brown hair.

“I feel so sick” he croaked, holding his throat as if that would ease the pain and pulled the comforter up to his chin as his teeth chattered and a train of coughs followed.

Kylie grimaced as she heard the painful coughs escape his lungs, “You’ve been out for a while. It’s already noon” she told him. Despite being in college, Zach was usually awake before 11am on his good days. Thus, her boyfriend looked at her with pure shock on his face as if she were pranking him. She chuckled and showed him her phone’s lockscreen with an image of them hugging with Zach kissing her on the cheek at a college football game. Her phone’s time read 12:15 PM.

Zach blinked at her. His energy was on E. She smiled softly as she revealed two pink tablets of pain reliever showing them off in her palm like a hand model. Zach cracked a half smile and slowly picked his body up. Kylie turned toward his night stand and grabbed his reusable water bottle, as she shook it she made a mental note to refill it on her way out. There was enough to suffice for now.

“Take these. It’ll help the little fever you’re running and relieve some discomfort for a bit” she said with a smile, passing the water bottle off to him and holding her palm open toward him. Zach slightly nodded and grabbed the two items from her, taking the medicine and chasing them down with the cold water. He winced as he swallowed, the pain in his throat making him clench his fist in pain.

Kylie pulled out her phone, her face lit up as it dinged. She tapped the phone’s screen and read her newest text message. Zach groaned as every little sound started to bother him and melted back under the covers, pulling them up to his chin.

She recited the text listing off the symptoms the rest of the group were experiencing: runny/stuffy nose, low-grade fever, chills, cough, headache, sore throat, fatigue. Zach gave a short nod if he was experiencing the same. He happened to check off half of the list.

Kylie kept her phone in her hand and looked down, swiping until she landed on the DoorDash app. “Alright, I’m going to order some things on DoorDash so we’re prepared. I’m sure to catch it soon. So I’d rather be safe and quarantine for a few days. Thank goodness for Fall Break,” she said as she tapped the screen, adding things to her cart.

As Zach dozed off to sleep, Kylie quietly tip-toed out of the room and closed over the door waiting for the notification that her order had been delivered.

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Zach woke up in a daze to a cold hand gently shaking him. “Hey babe, you’ve been out for a while. Why don’t we get some medicine in you?” she said, holding a bottle of cough medicine in her hand.

He groaned, attempting to pull himself up with any ounce of energy he had. Kylie set the cough medicine on the nightstand and grabbed the warm pillows her boyfriend had been sleeping on, fluffing them up. She placed the two pillows by the headboard and put a hand around his waist helping him sit up, her cold hand touched against his warm skin.

Kylie smiled softly at the boy; his hair messy and his cheeks bright pink, lips chapped. Kylie leaned over the nightstand filled with supplies: tissues, digital thermometer, a bottle of red sports drink and a bottle of cough medicine with a small plastic medicine cup beside it. She twisted the lid to the bottle and poured the required dosage of purple liquid into the medicine cup and handed it to her boyfriend.

Zach took the medicine cup from her hand and drank, wincing at the awful taste. Kylie frowned, holding in a laugh. “I’m not trying to poison you. I swear this will make you feel so much better” she explained. Her boyfriend looked at her giving a glare then a thin-lipped smile to show he was joking.

With his right hand, he signed “thank you.” His hand near his lips, he moved his hand forward and slightly down toward her direction, giving a thin-lipped smile.

“You’re welcome” she whispered, grabbing the red sports drink from the table and passing it off to him. “Want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, turning her head toward the flat screen TV on top of the TV stand in their room.

Zach took a long sip of the drink before responding with a nod. “Sounds good! Be right back” she said, jogging out of the room. Zach was starting to feel slightly better even if it did still feel like complete garbage. He grabbed the TV remote from the night stand on his side, leaning his body slightly to grab it as it sat next to the lamp in the center of the table. He pointed the black remote at the TV and selected Hulu, starting up Freaky Friday with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan.

Kylie quickly returned with a mug of chicken noodle soup, her reusable water bottle, and a pack of saltines. Zach turned to look at her and smiled as he melted into the covers. Kylie set everything on the nightstand next to her side of the bed (on the right) and joined him.

Zach lay his head on her shoulder as the movie played.

#original characters #my ocs #sicktember 2024 #!sickzach #sickfics #sicktember #zachandkylie #zach x kylie #kylie caregiver #campus crud #hey siri im sick #upper respiratory infection #fever #sore throat #in bed all day

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alun1r · 10 months ago

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Rare Alu Rant About Fandoms bc I never say shit:

Sue me, but getting into a fandom just for the intention of becoming popular is so weird to me.

Like sure you want a lot of people to see what you make. Because making something for the fandom should be seen! That’s dope as hell.

But you’re gonna lose inspiration real fast when you find out content creation takes a lotta work but more often than not comes with little reward.

I hold firmly the belief that Fandom is for making content for the pure reason of just because you can.

✨the joy of free will to bring your delusions to life so others can indulge in their delusions as well✨ Kinda vibes? Yanno?

I never started making HL content with the idea in mind that I’d reach 9k followers on tiktok. And I ain’t gonna lie it’s daunting for me. Specially as someone whose always just made shit for whatever reason without even posting it. But The videos that got me views and followers on tiktok, were made because I was high and wanted to laugh. And I’d figured “what the hell, this made me laugh….Maybe it will make someone else laugh.” And I’m glad it did.

And now I float around just making stuff. I still make whatever I want tbh. I do my best to give credit where credit is due in what I make. And yeah I’ve done some fan service videos and writing here and there because hey it’s fun for me.

I see so many posts or peoples bios saying that they’re working towards being popular in fandom and then their posts are what other people said or made on Twitter or tiktok or Vice versa and there’s often times there’s no real credit to original creators.

Don’t get me wrong, if it’s properly credited, AWESOME. Usually it’s not though, and that’s just wild to me. Because how are you expecting to get popular under your own name when you’re just reposting stuff.

That doesn’t make you a content creator.

A historical collector guess?? Because you’re like idk collecting all the stuff people made and what not onto a new page.

Idk dude. I just miss authenticity I guess. People making stuff and just being excited to show it.

Don’t get me wrong though it’s not all terrible on here and everywhere on the internet for fandoms. I’ve made close friends with other creators who feel and see fandom much the same. Just here to vibe and escape.

I’m not saying I don’t think views and followers and likes and notes or what have you, matter. I know they do. I get a lil confidence boost when something I make pops off. I feel proud.

But man it’s the intention of “ Im trying to be a popular creator” that rubs me the wrong way. Make stuff because you like it. Not because other people will. Doing whatever to get you likes wont bring the same satisfaction. And in more cases than not I see it backfiring and causing drama because, like I said it’s usually shit that’s copied or reposted.

Who knows maybe I’m just old and don’t understand bc I also see fandom and the work I’ve contributed as something I wouldn’t like boast about in real life. Because the reaction wouldn’t be positive. Like just for enjoying Hogwarts legacy I get teased in my daily life from acquaintances. It’s not totally negative. Buts it’s enough for me to know that YEAH 9k followers on tiktok don’t mean anything in the real world LMAO because at the end of the day, offline, I am still just a nerd whose daydreaming in her bedroom to escape reality.

I’m 24 dude. And I work in news. Shit is exhausting. Read a headline and you’ll see what I mean. And I just wanted to rant about it because it’s been bugging me since I joined fandom again last year.

But due to, idk my follower count and whatnot I always felt like I can’t or rather I shouldn’t speak my mind so much for fear of SOMEONE coming for me for something. And man I hate that feeling bc this bitch has opinions and I dislike the idea of feeling like others have control over it. But tbh eh. I wanted to rant. Just speaking into the void of the internet.

If you decide to send anon hate for my opinionated rant be ready for a meme bc I don’t have the mental capacity to take anything other than my IRL life responsibilities seriously lmao.

#credit wars are wack #just credit people YALL #I don’t know or think anything I’ve made has been reposted #don’t really care bc at the end of the day what can I do #I care more when other peoples work is stolen tho #why?#dunno.#fandoms are for fun #and I just hate when the fun is ruined over drama that stems from lack of respect for one another #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #fanfiction #art #ominisgaunt #hlcreators

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threadsun · 2 years ago

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🎉You're Invited to the Dead Dove Discord Server🎉

What is the Dead Dove Discord Server?

A discord server dedicated to all things yandere! The Dead Dove Discord Server is dedicated to anti-censorship and exploring the darker (and kinkier) sides of yandere content. With our consent statement and rules (see below), we allow any content as long as the real people involved are all consenting adults. We consider fiction to be equivalent to a scene in bdsm, and therefore operate under the same ideas of informed consent and playing with the taboo that the bdsm community do.

How do I Join?

Shoot me a DM! One of the most important parts of our server is that everyone is 18+ so we have an age verification process. You will be asked to send me a picture on discord (so you can delete it once I've verified your age) of you holding a paper that says your discord ID + a photo ID with everything but your picture and date of birth blocked out. I will walk you through it more thoroughly once you've reached out to me. The mods of the server all went through the same process with each other. We are dedicated to keeping this an adults-only space. Because we are also dedicated to making it a space where consent is important, any blogs I have blocked for violating my consent by following me without an age in their bio are automatically barred from the server. Before sending the link to join, I will ask you for the password that is hidden somewhere within the rules. Once you have joined, you will be automatically given a role for 24 hours that only allows you to see the server and not participate so that you have time to acclimate to the culture of the server.

What Can We Post in the Server?

Fanfics, fanart, headcanons, silly thoughts, OCs, basically anything that doesn't violate the rules!! As long as you keep the right topics to the right channels, go wild!! We are a server dedicated to yandere content, however, so try to keep most of your conversations on topic.

Consent Statement and Rules:

Consent Statement: By joining this server you are consenting to seeing 18+ content centred around yanderes. This may include kinks and scenarios you personally find uncomfortable/distasteful/immoral. By being here, you are consenting to see these things. You can revoke this consent at any time by muting channels or leaving the server. Because you are giving your consent by being here, you may not try to stop people from discussing things just because of personal discomfort or a personal belief that it is wrong. It is your own responsibility to keep yourself safe, not the responsibility of the server. By being here, you are also consenting to being under the tyrannical rule of the Big Rats. If you aren't okay with that then you are welcome to leave at any time. This is our fun little playground we're inviting you to, so for as long as you're here, you're beholden to our fickle whims. Rules:

Don’t be a dick. Treat everyone here like they’re real people, cause they probably are.

Any kind of bigotry against marginalised people will get you hit with an immediate ban, no exceptions. This includes defending bigotry in media and especially bigotry in comedy.

Consent is key! If someone tells you to stop talking to them about something, respect it! However, as everyone has agreed to the consent statement, no one can tell someone to stop talking entirely about a topic unless it violates a rule (other than mods, we can do whatever we want)

No sadposting/venting. If you’re having problems in your personal life, reach out to a trusted friend, not a discord server full of horny weirdos. Examples of venting will be shown below.

ALL character hate/clowning MUST go in ⁠⁠the-dunk-tank. No hating on characters anywhere else.

Keep things to the appropriate chats! If you don’t know which chat it should go in, feel free to ask. If you're in the wrong chat, you'll get a gentle nudge with the spray bottle to go into the right chat, but that doesn't mean you're in any trouble! We all do it sometimes, and we're all working to get better at it together.

No kink shaming and no moral posturing about fantasies/fiction. As long as the real people involved are consenting adults (and by being in this server, you are consenting) then you are not allowed to shame or try to silence people. Bringing up specific real children or animals does NOT fall under this rule, and WILL result in a ban.

No posting full content from paid sites. If something is only available if you pay for it, do not share it in totality for free. The code is rape and incest. If you're posting free content, make sure the creator is credited. Respect artists/creators and their works!

No screenshotting personal information/discussions. Everything else is a free-for-all unless people specifically say otherwise, but block out names and icons if you're going to share screenshots.

Do not dm other members of the server without permission. Not everyone is comfortable with being approached one on one out of nowhere. If you're unsure whether or not people are okay with it, you can either ask or check their roles for the @DMs Open or @Ventable (in DMs) roles

No bringing up proship/anti discourse or any other similar fandom discourse. It's reductive and stupid, and we all know where this server stands on fiction so there's no point. This is meant to be a place where we can forget about the way other people think we should enjoy fiction, so please don't remind us. Examples of discourse will be shown below.

No arguing with the mods. We are The Giant Rats Who Make All The Rules, whatever we say goes. This is not a democracy, it is a silly discord server for fun and the mods don’t owe you access to our server.

If you violate a minor rule, you will be put on a time out. If you violate a minor rule multiple times or violate a major rule, you will be banned. If the mods haven’t noticed something that violates the rules, or you are having issues in the server, please reach out to us about it! These rules are always subject to change, and any changes will be announced in the ⁠announcements channel

Examples of Venting and Discourse:

✅ Allowed ❌ Not allowed

✅ “I have the flu and I’m sad”/”I tripped down the stairs lmao”/”My eczema is acting up today 😔 ” ❌ “I’ve been sick all week and I haven’t been able to talk to anyone or do my work and there’s no groceries in the fridge, but I can’t go out to get any 😭 “ ✅ “Work was shit today, oh well. how is everyone?” ❌ “Hey guys, how are you? work was so shitty, my boss is such a dick and i think i might get fired. seriously freaking out right now, what am I going to do? life sucks so bad” ✅ “Hell of a day today. Not feeling the best so sorry if i don't talk much.” ❌ “No like. I'm going through a Lot rn but it's fine I'll be ok. I'm having so many issues rn don't even worry about it. It's jsut. A lot rn and i don't know what to do but don't worry about it.” ✅ “Hey, I’m having a tough time, is anyone up for talking in DMs about it?” ❌ “I just got kicked out of my house and I don’t have any money, can I talk to someone please? I don’t know what to do, I’m so scared right now.” ✅ “Damn, I wish I had someone local to play with, I wanna get fucked” ❌ “Ever since my partner left me, I haven’t been able to find anyone to have sex with, and it sucks. I want someone to hold me and love me and make me feel like I’m important and special. And I want someone to tie me up and fuck me, but now I’m single so I don’t have anyone to do that with” ✅ Going through a bad breakup rn. Won't be too active for a bit. Sorry. ❌ I'm fucking HEARTBROKEN rn it's not right! Not fair! How could they do this to me! After EVERYTHING I gave them. Sorry I'm so emotional but!!! It's too much for me rn I can't believe I got played like that. I gave them everything. EVERYTHING. I thought they loved me! But no of course not, I'm so unlovable! I'm gonna go lie down in the dark and listen to a sad playlist and die. ✅ “Why do all the snaccpop guys have the same hair??” ❌ “Honestly, the fact that all the snaccpop guys look the same is such a sign that they’re going downhill. Seriously, they suck and are clearly cutting corners with their art. They’re losing all their fans and the fandom is basically dead” ✅ “Lmao look at this stupid anon I got [screenshot of an anon saying genuinely funnily stupid things]” ❌ “Look at this post, it pisses me off so bad, people don’t understand what the point of this game is [link to a tumblr post that’ll make people mad]” ✅ “For anyone looking to write about an alcoholic character, here’s some of my personal experiences of alcoholism: [information/personal experience]” ❌ “I think my problem with intoxplay is that I’m a recovering alcoholic and I find it super triggering because I had to find a completely new friend group since all my old friends were heavy drinkers too. So seeing people write about it is really upsetting to me, and I need to talk about it with my therapist cause I saw some untagged intoxplay on tumblr and now I’m in a spiral”

#sunshine #dead dove discord

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scryptids · 2 months ago

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talia ryder / she/they ——— no way is that SAILOR HAWTHORNE.. they’re a 24-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being DIFFICULT & BRATTY but there are some people who have seen them being GOOFY & HELPFUL. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of fingers tapping impatiently against a desk, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder while she files her nails, dramatic eyerolls that are always aimed at her older brother, and stealing flannels from boys and never giving them back, but that could just be because they’re considered the UNKNOWING around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

full name: sailor hemingway hawthorne birthdate: september 4th age: 24 height: 5’5” occupation: front desk attendant at hawthorne heights bed & breakfast ship status: open bio:

on the surface, sailor hawthorne’s life is completely normal

eighteen years younger than her older brother scout, she adapted to being the baby pretty quickly, always receiving too much attention and getting doted on to the fullest degree

her childhood was normal, if not a little odd for one reason: her brother was almost too present at time

even though scout was significantly older, he seemed to always want to spend time with sailor, doing things with her that most dads would do with their daughters

what she didn’t know was that he was actually her biological father; his parents stepped in to raise her like their daughter so scout was able to continue being a normal young adult, and it was decided that sailor would never be informed of this

still, scout seemed to want to spend time with his daughter under the guise of being her older brother, and sailor was none the wiser

and sailor never complained; if anything, she liked that scout always wanted to be around her

but because they spent so much time together, she seemed to pick up his worst traits and habits

she never wanted to do anything that her parents told her to do, always making some sort of excuse to get out of her chores or her homework

she blamed not listening to them on the fact that she spent the most time with her brother, and they never seemed to push back at all

of course it was strange to her, but she was given every ounce of freedom that she wanted, and sailor took that and ran with it

the family was close, but sailor’s ever-growing attitude was starting to create some tension

when scout revealed that he was moving to dallas-fort worth and sailor showed interest in going with him, their parents found that it was best to let her, hoping that it would help sort out her life a little bit

but sailor was just granted more freedom, and instead of getting better, she seemed to only get worse

she was old enough to do whatever she wanted, and that included going out every night, getting drunk, and hooking up with whomever showed interest

she liked the free-wheeling lifestyle, and since she wasn’t under the supervision of her parents, she felt like she could get away with anything

of course scout was still there to keep her in line when she needed it, but in her opinion he wasn’t allowed to say anything

the stipulation of moving with him, however, was that she would work at the B&B he opened, and while sailor gave him the obligatory hard time, she actually didn't mind taking on the task of working the front desk

these days, sailor still works the front desk at the B&B, and she still parties hard every night until the sun comes up (though she wants you to know she’s never been late for work a day in her life)

she still has no clue that scout is her biological father, and she treats him like any little sister would treat her much older brother: she loves to call him old

she’s just a fun-loving kind of person, and though she’ll more than likely give you attitude upon first meeting her, she usually drops the facade within seconds

#sailor hawthorne: intro #cyberplexintro

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shuckinbeanz · 7 months ago

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Sym-SFW Alphabet

warnings/notes: he doesn't have any alphabet hcs last i checked! so i'm making some for him n Dys 🥺👉👈 sfw ofc, and contains spoilers. intended for a human reader.

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream

HCs for Symmie <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

If there's one thing anyone knows about Symbiosis; he's very affectionate. A complete cuddlebug. He can't wait to show you so. many. things. He plays a big part in his planet, after all! Everything is so beautiful, if fleeting, just like his favorite humans.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Cheeky bugger. He enjoys the small things in life-it's all so precious to him! If you tend to overthink things or are indecisive, he'll be your ground. He'll be there to remind you of your roots, because a lot of things are actually simpler than humans think!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Complete. Cuddlebug. Like I said! Think of him as a black labarador retriever...except he's a tall ass lanky alien.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Doesn't know the first thing about day-to-day things, doesn't need sustenance to survive(his physical humanoid form gets that from the vats), but he's surprisingly hygienic. Wouldn't hesitate to settle down with you and other(s, he's poly!) if asked! At least to a Gardener's standards-he's got a planet to keep going, so please be understanding.

On a separate note, he can't have kids, it's canon. But if you know a lot and I mean a lot about Biology and DNA and anything else that matters on that, he sucks up knowledge like a sponge-ya'll might be able to figure something out!*

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Sym literally was a plant for over 300 years just to prove a point to his fellow Gardeners. If you give him a big enough reason to end any relationship, he will do it immediately and politely.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Depends. What kind of commitment we talkin'? I'm joking. Loyal to a fucking fault, man would literally sacrifice his existence for what he loves. Doesn't see the point in marriage until the rings pop out-something to treasure, take care of, and remember you and any other s/o by for centuries to come. Again, he's poly! Love is love, and he has a huge heart.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, kind, literally the patience of a saint. If there's something he doesn't understand, he will try his damnedest to. He will always be there.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

CUDDLEBUG.exe need i say more?

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first chance he gets, followed by all the time. And the thing is, with him, it never gets old. 🥺

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealousy? Who, Sym? That's not in his vocabulary. 😂

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Forehead, knuckles, cheeks, temples, nose. His kisses are the cuter ones most of the time, and it happens when he's feeling playful(which is basically 24/7).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

The colony Manny. I 120% guarantee you, he will melt the hearts of even the toughest, most standoffish kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Doesn't need sleep. Might've scared you a few times before, admiring you taking a nap. Be sure to set healthy boundaries with him ahead of time!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights are cuddles, and he's often back to the vats. And if ya'll figure something out*...that's something for his NSFW HCs. 🥴

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Completely and utterly shameless. Tells you about everything off the top of his noggin. There's no secrets, and if there's more to know, simply ask!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You have to do a lot and I mean a lot to even remotely upset him. We'll get to one of the things under Security.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Every. Single. Thing. He remembers every. Single. Thing. Better learn to have little to no shame with this man if you aren't already shameless.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you landed on his planet. Okay, I'm half joking. Definitely the first kiss. No, not that first kiss, his physical form died protecting you. 😭 He wasn't able to back that memory up into the main frame!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Can be extremely overprotective. Has zero self preservation, is basically suicidal. Doesn't see the need to preserve his physical form when he could easily make hundreds more. Yes, his physical form can feel pain.

While he finds it very unpleasant, he wouldn't hesitate to get himself hurt again, or even killed. Won't be able to remember what happened in the span of time from his most recent backup, to his death.

If you try to protect him, he just won't see eye to eye with you. While he finds the smaller things cute, he will throw a conniption fit if you attempt to protect him from something deadly. You're only human, little one. Don't go trying to end your life over something he can take care of easily.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oooh, events. He absolutely adores these, he puts his all into everything, including simple everyday things.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His worst habit? Trust me, he means well, but he can seem very condescending when it comes to the topic of a human's fragility. You're friends with/dating/married to a Gardener, so please try to be understanding of his views, no matter how frustrating they might be to you!

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Seriously doesn't give a fuck about how he looks. He's been a flower, a tree, a beetle, even a freaking swarm of hecklebees. But when it comes to humans he's close to? Oh, absolutely adorable. S/o? He will quickly learn the terms hot/sexy/handsome/beautiful.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's Symbiosis. Unlike humans, he doesn't 'age' but he can cease to exist. Of course, he'll mourn any passing of those close to him, but he knows it's the cycle of life. If a relationship is ended? He's an optimist. Won't feel down for too long.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Can purr. Yes, aliens purr propaganda.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Honestly? There's not many things that are a definite no for him. It'd have to be pretty bad things. Other than throwing your life away too easily, I'd say mass ecoterrorism. If you want to try and destroy what he and his fellows worked so hard to maintain and protect, kindly go fuck off to another planet. Maybe something there might want you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Doesn't need sleep. But he does spend some nights cuddled up to you!

#i was a teenage exocolonist #teenage exocolonist #teen exo #iwatex #teen exo sym x reader #symbiosis x reader #teen exo symbiosis x reader

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alexzhv · 11 months ago

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( eddie liu, cismale, he/him ) have you met alexander zhu yet? you know, the 24 year old undergraduate student. i think they’re a senior majoring in sports management. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear enemy by imagine dragons blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re hardworking but can also be a little insecure. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. — charlie, 29, she/they, gmt, none

active, charming, jokester, competitive, observant, critical, trusting, determined, hard working, friendly, calculating, envious

MINI BIO

alexander 'alex' zhu, the only child born to two chinese immigrant parents in new york city. his parents ran a small noodle shop out of chinatown and they live in a rather small apartment just above the store. his parents are by no means well off, but alex will always say that they were the happiest and will stand by his parent's cooking being the best in the state until the day he dies.

always an active and friendly boy, his parents signed him up for all kinds of different sports clubs, but it was only baseball he took a real shine to. he started playing for a local team as a first baseman, but switched to catcher not long after, after he filled in for a few games and the coaches recognized the talent for the position.

alex absolutely thrived on the little league team even from a very young age. he picked up an innate ability for calling plays from behind home plate, getting into the head of the hitters and bringing out the best in the pitchers on the mound. he was also a decent hitter, with high batting average and lots of power behind his swing.

though, the young alex always had dreams of playing in the major leagues and his parents were always incredibly supportive of his dream. They paid for all his catching gear, private training with top coaches and all the funding to help him travel across america for training camps and competitions. they just wanted to see their son happy and thriving and were willing to do anything for it to happen.

not to say he was completely useless in the classroom, either. alex was just as hardworking with his textbooks as he was with a baseball. well liked by his classmates and his teammates, known as a jokester in the classroom as well as in the dugout. he constantly achieved good grades, somehow managing to juggle his very busy academic life with his filled up baseball schedule as well.

all through high school alex always had his eyes set on the mlb and making it to the majors. nothing else in the world mattered to him. he worked hard, played his best and really shone every second he was out on the baseball field.

the hard work paid off and once he graduated high school he was eventually picked up by the astros. finally, his dream was starting to take shape. though it wasn't straight to the majors, alex had to pay his time in the minor leagues, chugging his way through the farm system of double-a baseball first. but really, he didn't mind the work, he was only a few steps away from getting on the big stage.

however, dreams are made to be broken and the whole plan went tits up only one year later when injury struck. alex tore two muscles in his right shoulder, putting him out of commission for the rest of the season. the recovery period was long and there was talk he would never be able to throw and bat again like he used to. the dream of every making it to the majors was over for him. after one year of physio and working to try and get back to his best form, alex was quietly dropped from the team with little fanfare.

he was distraught, returning home to new york. but alex was not a quitter, he kept working hard and training every single day. he decided to backtrack to college baseball, enrolling in radcliffe not long after.

if there was one thing his injury didn't take from him, it was still his ability to control the defence. he works to make the pitcher shine, upsetting the offence. and he's still not a bad batter, switching to a more contact than power kind of guy, putting himself in the mind of the catch to predict which pitch he might get next and hitting to get on base.

alex has not given up on his dream, he's fully recovered from his injury and is working hard to get noticed by the big leagues once more. his time on the big stage will come, and he's more than willing to put in the work to get there.

QUICK FACTS

nicknames: alex sexuality: biromantic bisexual nationality/ethnicity: american chinese languages spoken: mandarin, english star sign: aquarius stature: 6'1", muscular and athletic tattoos/other marks: none allergies: tree nuts, mild lactose occupation: student athlete likes: baseball, morning runs, cold showers, the sound of the rain, stupid jokes, loud music, anime dislikes: hot weather, sitting still, heavy rap music, absolute silence, people who can't take a joke, rudeness

#ılılı intro #radcliffeintro

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year ago

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Hello can i have a romantic twisted wonderland matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body type black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks (i also wear glasses now but only 50% of the time cause im still getting used to it)

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence sassy sarcastic soft spoken

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime cartoons music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who dont take others into consideration people i care about not caring for themselves not being listened to math and math tests weird holes and patterns

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection if they’re comfortable with it

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection

Extra: i pace a lot i talk to myself i sing when im alone and im a picky eater

Thank u

Hello! Thank you so much for your ask and for your patience! While looking this over, I has to really think about who to match you up with because I had so many ideas and who to match you up with but I finally managed to find who I think would be best!!

I match you with.......

Idia Shroud

🎮 Okay, it took me a while to finally decide and each idea took me right back to our believed firey haired, introverted housewarden, and for good reason.

🎮 90% of your personality corresponds with his own and from that alone has both of you corresponding rather well with one another.

🎮 Now, it took a good amount of time before the relationship even started between the two of you, also because of your personalities. It took a lot of movie nights, anime marathons, all night game nights, and even a little bit of talking here and there between all of that, and with a good help and push from Ortho, he managed to confess and yes, his hair was a furious shade of pink both during and after the confession.

🎮 Afterwards? Once in this relationship with you, knowing you for as long as he had, and growing more and more comfortable around you, you certainly begint k see his more confident side, how his ego soars when he defeats a rather hard boss or how you greatly compliment his skills. He will soak all that up like a freaking sponge.

🎮 He has his own bouts of low self esteem (who are we kidding, he has them basically 24/7), but he will not stand seeing you with such low self esteem. How do you not see just how wonderfully amazing you are?! You are basically the limited edition, once in a lifetime UR pull and he managed to be the one to call you his! He didn't even think he was one of the options! This is where he likes to help you out......

🎮 Physical affection isn't his strong suit, it really isn't, but when time self esteem gets bad enough, he will push right on through thay, trying to be exactly what you need in moments like this. It starts off simple, his fingers gently latching onto yours, and if you don't show signs of pulling away, that's when he pulls you close to him, so your basically enveloped in his tall frame. Both of your personal favorite is now when you're drawing in his usual hoodie, laying in his bed, and snuggled under the warm covers while watching an anime or watching him play a game.

🎮 As for him? Anything you give him is treated as if it were the most precious thing in the world (it is) and he has grown all but addicted to your touch and when not anyone anyone else and in the comfort of his room or yours, he will actively seek it out (it's honestly like watching a cat leaning into you for affection and it's beyonf adorable).

🎮 It literally says in his bio that this man loves sweets. That they are his favorite food (not exactly food, but okay), so expect him to have a stash located literally anywhere and everywhere. Even in your dorm room, he now keeps a stash.

🎮 Overall, it took a lot of time to actually get into a relationship with him but it really was all worth it in the end. He loves you, and he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #romantic #idia shroud x reader #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #twst idia

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somastory · 1 year ago

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Ok Here’s An Actual TLDR Intro Post

KEEP AN EYE ON THIS POST FOR FUTURE EDITS!

Hi, my name’s Rory 😄 I’m a 24 year old pansexual partnered kinky white cisgender woman (she / her) in the New England area training to become a sex coach (I’m still about 2 years away from finishing this first certification). I’d really like to help out other queer and neurodivergent folks find their full pleasure potential and feel good about the sex they’re having! I’m mostly focused on the scientific and psychological side of sex, rather than any mystical or tantric point of view… but admittedly I am agnostic and like to believe in magic and manifestation 💖. Basically, I have tarot cards, but I’m too lazy to use them!

🚫 DNI if you are: 🚫

— A minor / under 18 years old!!!

Seriously DO NOT interact with adult content creators as a minor… you’re not only putting yourself at risk, you’re also putting the adult at risk too.

Literally anyone else is welcome to interact, I just ask that you be respectful. I only follow, like and reblog posts from people with their age in bio (18+) and after doing the vibe check that they wouldn’t mind my interaction with their content.

👀 What Kind of Stuff You’ll See on This Blog: 👀

— My personal stories about my sexual growth / healing journey. Let’s normalize learning about and embracing our pleasure!

— Sex-positive education and activism :)

— Reblogs of hot stuff related to sexual interests of mine (including taboo stuff like age play, incest, MD/lb, BDSM, somnophilia, dubcon, and noncon… DNI if any of these are a hard no / repulsive for you because I may forget to tag). This may include sexy fan art of my fannish interests if I see it and I do the OP vibe check.

— Fan interests include: LISA, Ted Lasso, Jreg, Danganronpa, Persona 5, Salad Fingers, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Coffin of Andy & Leyley [and while I’m not really an RPF kinda girl, I also like Formula 1 and Jeremy Clarkson / James May / Richard Hammond].

🤯 My Politics, In Case You Were Wondering (DNI if any of this makes you want to cancel me, but I am open to measured discussion): 🤯

— I support racial justice, LGBT+ rights, disability justice, and the neurodiversity movement. I support transformative justice and I am a prison abolitionist about 99% of the time.

— You can’t control the thoughts in your head or who you’re attracted to. People should not be judged on the basis of their thoughts alone. That being said, I strongly believe that certain attractions are better off (which is to say, safer) explored in fantasy rather than IRL (this includes minor-adult relationships and incest).

— I am Pro Choice but respect Pro Lifers as long as they don’t try to enforce their ideology via the law

— I am COVID vaccinated while being partnered with an unvaccinated person

— I’m kind of post-left these days because I don’t really see a world after capitalism but I think the people can make capital work FOR THEM if they organize with this in mind. Having money is not a sin if you acquired it via your own labor and you strive to use it as ethically as possible.

— I strive to be anti-reactionary in all things except this one: Fuck Trump, I’m never voting for him LMAO. This is also why I’m allergic to most social media because it feeds off reactionary politics.

💖💖💖💖 THANKS FOR READING! 💖💖💖💖 (god this was still probably too much information, I’m really good at that)

#I think this is easier to navigate than the other intro #the first one was mostly there for me to say yes I am a tumblr veteran #I should start tagging my own posts as op shouldn’t I #op

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rainbowxocs · 2 years ago

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My Bio!! Written By Alice!!

Name: Alice ThoroughGood!

Alt Name: Ana ThoroughGood.

True Name: S_______

Old Patient Number: Patient 0.

Username: @fakeana0

Old Titles: Puppet.

Nicknames: Anabanana, Fake Ana, Hero, Mimic.

Chronological Age: 24.

Age: 18! I think.. I dunno.

Pronouns: She/Her!

Sexuality: um.. pansexual? I think?

Gender: Trans Girl! I think!

Species: Mimic! Tho I’m not a bad one I promise!!!

Mimic Information: Alice currently has made her own form, however she is technically mimicking Daisy’s.. um.. let’s just say “body”..

Medical Stuff: Uhhh.. I have issues and problems… But I dunno what they’re called.. Hypothermia….? Snowblindness…? frost.. Bite..? Autism….? Anxiety?????? No wings,, dissociation,,,, post traumatic… whatever,,,,,, uhhhhh Probably more…

Religion: Uhhh I dunno. I use to believe in the cultivator I guess.. since he took me under his wing.. but honestly.. he was dead to me a long time ago..

Job: Train Conductor.

Lives in: I use to live in Level Ten, but now I live in Wisconsin with the other patients.

Languages: Fae, English, ASL.

Height: 5’7”

Ethnicity: Fae.

Accent: Stilted, Awkward.

Voice Claim: Rei from Evangelion.

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Powers: Ice and Snow Manipulation, Shapeshifting, Psychic Damage, Teleportation, Speaking to Plants/Fungi, Noclipping, Talking to Animals, Healing, Static, Creation Magic.

Weaknesses: General Fae Weaknesses. No none special weaknesses.

Alignment: Lawful Good.

Text Color: Blue, Sometimes Rainbow.

Favorite Animal: Polar Bear, Olm, Opossums!

Hobbies: uhhhh…. Drawing and Crafting..? I like.. to play the flute as well.. and I do Ice Skating.. and I play the Kalimba..

Favorite Drinks: Hot Chocolate , Chocolate Milk.

Favorite Meals: Chicken Soup, Waffles, Cinnamon Rolls.

Favorite Snacks: Snow, Sticks, Grass, Tree Bark, Raisin, Mint.

Favorite Dessert: Christmas Cookies, Snow Cones, Snow Cream, Cinnamon Rolls.

Favorite Flower: Snowdrops, Poinsettia, Holly, Mistletoe.

Scent: Tv Static, Freshly Fallen Snow, Flowers.

Handedness: Left Handed.

Blood Color: Glittery Black.

Birthday: January 1st 2000. (Daisy says I’m a goat..?)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: I like math, and I like.. TV.. shows.. like.. I love Lucy and the Moomins.. I like.. spelling too.. and I like movies like the last unicorn, Alice and wonderland, Peter Pan, The Wizard of Oz.... cause it’s relatable.

Special Interests: Um.. dunno… I guess.. Mimicking?

Stims: Squishy Icecube, Fidget Jewelry, Shakers, Snowglobes, Sensory Jars.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Soul: Inkcap Mushroom

Comfort Objects: Blanket, Snowglobe, Music Box, Mimikyu, Djungelskog, Blahaj, Flute, Paper Snowflakes, Heffalump Plush, Snowman Plush.

Family:

Camilla Liddell (Mother by Proxy.) She.. wasn’t really my mother at all..

The Cultivator (Father Figure.) :(..

Radio (Father Figure) :)

Daisy, Daisy, Bell. (Twin Sister, by Proxy.) :(…

Mouse ThoroughGood. (Sister Figure.) :) Mouse is one of my best friends.. I trust her with my life..

Friends: Eyeris, Grat.

Models:

(Normal, Vessel, Halloween, Retro.)

Brief Personality: Alice is incredibly awkward, It’s hard to have a true personality when you have been mimicking people for your entire life. But overall she is very sweet if a bit clingy, She doesn’t mean any harm to anyone she is just trying to figure herself out and who she truly is. She does have a bit of.. anger.. boiling underneath the surface however..

Brief Backstory: A long long time ago, deep in the feywild. A mimic was born. All mimics are born as a blank slate of sorts, ready to mold themselves into whatever they see around them. This mimic, was the same. She would copy rocks and trees and mushies, whatever was around her. She called it her “job”, which the adult mimics were amused by.

One day, while this mimic was wandering the feywild not paying much attention to her surroundings. She accidentally slammed her face into a tree, the mimic dizzily rubbed their head as they looked around. This wasn’t the feywild, this was human territory.

The mimic panicked and turned to go back before she heard a sound. It sounded like a child crying. The mimic cautiously followed the sound until she came upon a house in the middle of the woods, she snuck over until she found where the sound was coming from.

It was coming from a little human. The mimic peered in through the windows of the house, barely being able to peek through the wooden planks that boarded up the window. There was a girl, crying and clutching something that the mimic did not recognize.

The Mimic decided, that this was going to be her new best friend. She would visit the human everyday, watching her play, the mimic would shapeshift into different animals and show them to the girl. She liked making her smile and laugh.

One day, the girls mother abandoned her. The mimic tried everything to help the girl escape, but it was no use. She was too weak. She wandered through the forest around the girls house trying to find something to help her. Until she came across an adult fae!!

She ran up to him excitedly. He didn’t seem surprised to see her for some reason, but she brushed that off. She told him about the girl who was trapped, and how she wanted to help her.

The adult knelt down, softly rubbing the mimics cheek. “You want to help so bad, don’t you?” He said, comforting the mimic. She nodded

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered. The mimic nodded more enthusiastically. “I have a plan, to save that human girl. She will be alright, I promise.”

“But… If you want.. I have something you could do for me.. Do you want to help?”

The mimic nodded even MORE enthusiastically. The adult reached out his hand and shook the mimics, some sort of glowing aura came out of her, and slowly turned into a mushroom. The adult put it on his keychain and stood up.

He grabbed the mimics hand and took her under his wing. They did save the human girl and the mimic became her official mimic, and the adult fae’s vessel. She took her job VERY seriously. She did everything for the fae, anything he wanted. She was his obedient mimic.

[THIS PART OF THE BACKSTORY HAS BEEN REDACTED DUE TO TIME TRAVEL BULLSHIT, CHECK BACK AFTER THE MYTH IS DONE. ALSO, SOME OF THE THINGS BELOW THIS LINE MIGHT ALSO BE CHANGED DUE TO SHENANIGANS]

After Daisy lost her humanity, The Mimic’s life changed dramatically. The whole world had changed, really. It wasn’t exactly the best change.. but she trusted Daisy, and she trusted Cultivator. She knew that if she just trusted them, everything would be okay.

That was until, Camilla took over the operation. Camilla ruled over this new place with an iron fist, and Cultivator retreated into the background. Camilla had a way of manipulating both Daisy and Cultivator in a way the mimic hadn’t seen before.

But with the two of them distracted, they did not notice the mimic as much. Which was fine with her, she knew they both had important jobs to do. So, she did the next best thing, The mimic could help Camilla!!

She would help Camilla with the people, and she would protect Camilla. She wouldn’t admit it to herself, but she hoped that maybe Camilla would see her as a daughter, like how Cultivator had taken the mimic under his wing.

One day, while Camilla was working on terraforming a new area of this dimension. The mimic was working hard to help, trying her best to impress Camilla. She actually managed to get some words of praise from the woman, which delighted the Mimic.

But, unfortunately, the mimic accidentally called Camilla mom. She genuinely didn’t mean to, but that made Camilla.. snap.. a bit.. She began to scream at the mimic, she had never seen Camilla like that before, it was like she was unhinged.

The mimic tried to calm her down, but Camilla grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into an area she had never seen before, a deep dark forest. Camilla told her that she wasn’t going to let this happen again, she was going to make sure she got the job done this time. She wasn’t going to let her slip through the cracks this time.

The mimic was so confused, she didn’t understand what Camilla was saying. She tried to fight back against her but suddenly she felt her vision turn white, something in the mimic. snapped.

Camilla had cut off the mimics wings, she had brutally attacked the mimic before abandoning her there, however, the mimic survived. When she finally woke up, she was in a pool of her own blood, and completely disoriented.

For the next few weeks, the mimic tried to find a way to escape. But wherever she was, there was no exit. Her magic was so weak, she couldn’t even teleport out of this place. If she could just explain to Camilla, she was sure she would let her out.

She would let her out right?

She had to let her out.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. She didn’t know how long she had been here, snow began to fall, covering the forest and making it difficult to see.

She was so cold, and so hungry. There was no food anywhere, she had to resort to eating tree bark and snow. She was absolutely freezing. She could barely see. She felt herself going slowly insane from the loneliness.

After many years, the mimic became completely unrecognizable. She had gone completely insane, It had been eight years of nothing. Just snow. All snow. It’s all snow.

Until one day, The mimic was wandering, talking to herself. But she heard another voice.. actually, she heard a group of voices.. She began to follow it into a corner of the forest, reaching out her hand, she saw static consume her hand before she clipped through an invisible wall.

She was free.

She had finally escaped.

The walls around her began to freeze, slowly consuming everything she touched. She walked through the different levels and winding turns, the snow followed her wherever she went. She couldn’t escape it.

The Mimic followed the corridors until she found herself in an infinite Swedish shopping complex. She began to freeze over it as well, until in front of her a girl fell from seemingly out of nowhere, into a shelf, collapsing onto the ground.

The girl laid there motionless, The Mimic cracked its neck towards the sound, stumbling forward, shuffling towards the girl before completely freezing. Its eyes locking onto something on the shelf behind the girl. The mimic seemed completely terrified of a bulbous stuffed teddy bear behind the girl.

The girl raised her head ever so slightly, looking between the mimic and the bear. She reached up and slowly squished the bears head, showing the mimic it wasn’t dangerous. The mimic still looked absolutely terrified.

“…pred..ator…. G..onna….e…at me…” The mimic squeaked out, she hadn’t talked in years. The girl, seemingly also having a voice that hadn’t spoken in a very long time replied. “No mouth, can’t.”

The mimic tilted its head before slowly petting the bear. The girl moved to the side so the mimic could sit down with her and the bear. The girl looked at the mimic with a kindness they hadn’t felt in a very long time.

The mimic stared deeply into the girl. Avoiding showing her face fully, as to not hurt her. It grabbed the girls wrist and began to freeze it. She needed to keep her, she needed to make her stay. The girl didn’t try and get away, being slightly suicidal already. She just calmly talked the mimic down.

“That’s rude.” The girl said. The mimic explained how this was the only way she could keep her. The girl moved away her hand and gently told the mimic that she would stay as long as she could. She didn’t need to keep her like that.

The mimic, did not like the uncertainty of this. But the girl didn’t run away from her and didn’t seem to look down upon her. So she simply froze the ground beneath her in anxiety. The girl began to ask questions about where exactly she was, what any of this was actually-

The mimic answered as best as she could without letting her emotions overtake her. She explained her purpose to the girl, how she was a mimic.

“What’s your name though?” The girl asked. The mimic seemed to shake her head in confusion, explaining that she didn’t have a name. Not for a long while anyways-

“Everyone has a name. It doesn’t have to be your real one. I have hundreds of names.” The girl said. The mimic stared at her for a few moments.. before softly saying.. “Ana…”

“My name is M. It’s nice to meet you, Ana.” M said, shaking Ana’s hand. The two of them now surviving this strange place together. The two of them began to explore around. M eventually was able to convince Ana to have her own outfit, despite a lot of protests from the mimic. M didn’t seem to care that she was a mimic at all, which surprised Ana.

The two of them traveled together, helping one another survive. Ana was able to help M clip through the walls into the next section of.. wherever they were. But.. unfortunately they didn’t land in a “NORMAL” part of the labyrinth, they landed on a stage. The two of them got forcibly separated, Ana then was standing before some kind of weird creature.

The creature welcomed her to the GREATEST GAMESHOW OF ALL TIME!!! Ana could win whatever her heart desired!! IF!! She could win!!! :) The creature extended a gloved hand to the mimic and asked her to make a deal.

Ana, naively, accepted. And for the next few weeks was trapped in an endless quiz show of questions she didn’t understand. M, eventually being able to outsmart the creature, found Ana. The creature attempted to make a deal with M, showing her greatest desires to her with its magic. However M was unphased and went behind the podium in order to help Ana.

Ana.. was getting… TIRED.. very very tired.. When the creature asked her another incomprehensible question, the floor began to freeze underneath her feet. And then the walls. The creature began to panic, mimics don’t normally have that strong of a power. The creature tried to convince the mimic to calm down but the sheer amount of power the mimic had scared the creature. The creature broke the deal and threw the two of them out into the void- to god knows where.

The two of them fell downwards into…somewhere completely incomprehensible… Ana had never seen this place before. There was nobody around.. It looked so distorted and glitched, it felt like they weren’t suppose to be there.

The mimic fell to her knees, next to M and began to cry. The ground freezing beneath her. “I..I’m sorry- I..I’m so sorry- th..is is all my fault-“

Ana grabbed her hair and began to pull on it violently. “I-I d don’t even knnoww wh ere w e are… I d donntt know how to get back..” The mimic began to shake violently.

M scanned the room for immediate threats before sitting crosslegged next to Ana. She pulled out what looked to be a hand carved flute and began playing some calming music.

Ana, paused seemingly entranced by the music, she very hesitantly crawled over to M, placing her head on her shoulder.

“I wish I could freeze you so you could stay with me forever.. But I can't do that anymore.. It’s.. “wrong”..” The mimic said sarcastically.

M lowered the flute from her lips. “...l have trouble staying in one place.. If I do go, it won't be on purpose though..” M paused “You're probably the best person l've met in months.”

Ana looked at her like she had two heads. “But I’m a mimic.. I’m not a real person.”

“You got emotions don't ya? I didn't say Human. I said person. Don't let assholes tell you what you are, they just don't want to admit they're being dicks to someone for no reason.” M said.

Ana began to tear up. “I don’t.. think I even count as a person.. I don’t even know who I am- I don’t know my name, I don’t know my favorite things- I don’t know anything..”

M went quiet for a moment. “I don’t know how old l am.. No one ever named me either.. It's pretty easy to feel like you don't exist when you're so busy surviving that you never have time to live.”

M put her arm around Ana, rubbing her shoulder. “Not knowing who you are is an AMAZING place to start a story, and that's all life is, right?”

The mimic smiled, snuggling into M’s side. “Yea.. I guess you're right..”

M looked around and sighed. “I really have no idea how to get us out of here.. This place is a sensory nightmare and I can't tell what's a threat and what's just.. an object.”

Ana tilted her head. “Hm.? Is this.. overwhelming for you..? I've.. never seen this floor.. but this is pretty normal for the hospital..”

M gripped Ana’s shoulder a bit tighter. “The colors are kind of too much and the lights are too bright. That does happen sometimes I guess, but here,, it's like, constant.. I can't help but feel that Nothing here can be described as "Normal"”

Ana paused for a moment. “Hmm.. What is it like where you're from then..?”

M thought. “It depends on where you are, I guess. I travel a lot. But nowhere l've seen is this.. Barren. I've been to cities where steel buildings reach up to a blue sky, where there are thousands of people rushing about caught up in their own lives. If you pick the right road and follow it though, it always leads to a green forest full of wild animals, squirrels and birds and all sorts of creatures filling the place with a feeling of life. Or rolling hills covered in golden wheat or tall corn that people have spent years tending. Everywhere is different, but even in deserts you know there's a feeling of life.”

M looked at Ana, smiling. “l used to love watching the sky at night. If you were in a city and climbed up to a rooftop you could see bright lights reflecting everywhere, silhouettes of buildings outlined in the night... Or lying in a field of grass and wildflowers with no one around for miles, listening to the bugs singing and finding constellations in the stars..”

“If you're far enough away from everything the sky seems a deeper black than you could imagine, with bright pricks of white light shining out against the dark. There's always the one that shines brighter than all the rest, and if you can find it you'll always be able to find your way. People find shapes in the stars and give them stories, too.. I always loved reading about those legends.”

“There's lots of bad things where I'm from. It's not always safe, and it's not perfect. But there were always these quiet moments that made it worthwhile if you'd stop and notice them... People would be cruel or kind, but most people just. Live.”

Ana seemed to stare in awe at M. “You're very lucky.. to have seen all that.. I.. don’t think I’ve seen anything close to that..” Ana paused. “Why did.. you "throw it away".? Did.. something happen..?”

“My mind wasn't a very good place for a while.. I lost someone important and made a lot of bad decisions. I still had people that cared about me.. I cared about them too, so goddamn much but-“ M scoffed. “Fuck... I dunno...”

“I always found another way.. that was what kept me going. When someone gives you two options it's because they really don't want you to do option three. But no one can run forever. I was tired. Hell, I'm still fuckin tired. And l've never been this trapped before.” M said.

Ana paused, looking at M. Before hesitantly grabbing her hands. The mimics hands were freezing, but it was almost comforting.. “I'm.. not good with words.. but I think I understand you.. I.. was alone.. for a very long time.. cold... and alone.. I.. was trapped.. and.. I just.. wanted everything to end.. But.. I escaped.. and- I promise I'll.. help you escape too.. I pinky promise..”

Ana smiled. “That's.. a very important gesture in my culture... fae stuff...”

M looked at Ana, before shaking and collapsing into Ana’s arms. Ignoring the cold. Silent tears were streaming down her face, Ana wrapped her arms around the girl. “I've got you... I promise.. We're friends now..”

M shakily pressed a small stone into Ana’s hand. The mimic looked at it in confusion, it had a name on it that she didn’t recognize. “Is this a gift..?”

M nodded. The mimic looked back at it in more confusion. “Whose.. name is that..?”

M tapped her own chest, Ana’s eyes shined with recognition, and she began to cry. “O h…”

Ana fashioned the stone into a necklace and put it around her neck, whispering her own true name into M’s ear.

“T h a n k you… [redacted]” Ana said, hugging her tighter. “I prom ise.. I’ll p rotect it..”

M in return fingerspelled. “Of course, [redacted]”

The two of them held eachother, both of them finally feeling safe, even if it was just for a moment. They spent the next few days attempting to find a way out of.. wherever they are.

M began to chat with Ana about her adventures and other stories on their way around this place. Ana tried her best to explain how this world works though even she didn’t know everything.

M told Ana of how she had been to this world before, and how after thinking about it.. She’s realizing that someone needs to stop this place at its source. That being Cultivator and Camilla. Ana chimed in with Daisy as well, but M seemed to be incredibly hesitant at the mention of that name.

“Well, there has to be a way out if Cultivator created this, right? Maybe we could go chat with the higher ups..” M said.

“CHAT? With them? You can’t be serious-“ Ana said, shaking her head. “The three of them are incredibly dangerous- none of them listen to reason-“

“They are our best shot at this. I mean, all of them are just people no matter what power they have.” M replied. “Everyone has something they care about, know? There's always a reason behind the methods, even if it is built in insanity.. There's gotta be a way to get through to them...”

Ana began to freeze the ground beneath her, and slowly began to panic. “You don’t understand- We.. we can’t- we just can’t-“

M slowed down a bit, putting her hand on Ana’s shoulder. “Why can’t we..?”

“I don’t want to be trapped again- I don’t want to go back there-“ Ana said, her breathing erratic.

“Trapped..?” M said, softly playing with Ana’s hair in an attempt to calm her down.

“She cut off my wings- She trapped me up there- I don’t- I can’t-“ M cut Ana off by pulling her into a hug.

“I.. deserved it- I’m.. dangerous- I- know I need to go back there- but I- just I can’t-“

“Sometimes... A lot more times than we should be dealing with.. Adults mean "I" instead of "We". And when they make a sacrifice.. often times they're not the ones giving something up. It's not okay. It should never happen.. But it happened to you, didn't it? Sometimes kids make mistakes, and are told they're naughty, or wrong, or sick, because of something they can't control.. And they get hurt because whatever adult should have been making sure they were safe or okay, in some way, didn't.. It's never because of the child.. it's a failing with the people who are supposed to make sure we're safe.” M said.

“It’s not your fault, Ana.” M squeezed tighter.

The mimic broke down crying in M’s arms, completely shattering. M promised her that she was going to fix this, that Ana wouldn’t have to live in fear like that again.

Ana and M made a camp and went to sleep.. When Ana awoke, M was gone.. It was like there was no trace of her left.. Ana was completely alone for a week, wondering what she had done wrong to make her disappear like that.. Until, one day Ana heard a familiar voice.

“Ugh, what is it this time..” The woman paused. “Wait.. I know this place.”

Ana looked at her with tears in her eyes, completely confused. “M…ouse..?”

“A-Ana?” In the soft sunlight it was easier to make her out now. Mouse was different than before. she seemed older, a few inches taller and there was laugh lines around her mouth. She seemed well-fed, pulling into contrast the thin scared thing she was before. the gloves she once wore are now silver gauntlets. She had a harness that seemed to have potions hanging from it, as well as a hatchet and dagger made of some strange metal. her dark hair falls down her back in a braid.

She smiled at Ana. “You haven’t changed a day.”

Ana reached up and grabbed Mouse, pulling her into a hug, her hands gripping into her as if she didn’t want to let go, ever. “Y-you, where did you go?? You've been gone for a week. I-“ She hiccuped. “thought something had happened to you.”

“A.. week huh..? I’m sorry I scared you. I guess I have some explaining to do huh?” She hugged Ana tighter. “I didn’t mean to leave you, I don’t have much of a choice it’s complicated.”

“I- thought I wasn’t able to save you. I..” Ana began to cry. “I don’t know what to do.. I don’t know how I’m going to fix this..”

Mouse’s grip tightens. “It shouldn’t be on you to save everyone. And it isn’t. I’m here now.”

“It's been a while for me. and that's a long story I can explain. But l've had a bit to think about this and I think we should go find the source. Someone, and i think we both know who, is corrupting this place. And I think it's time we got some answers.” Mouse said.

“..So we have to go and see them then..” Ana whispered. “..Fine then..”

The Cultivators Demise.

#Ana #oc reference #SoundCloud #my art #oc #ocs #original character #original characters #Spotify #Roblox #Roblox oc #Alice #Youtube

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golddustrora · 2 years ago

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kristine froseth + she/her + cis female – have you seen aurora grady around long beach? the twenty four year old can be spotted at the tall wall during their free time. word around the city is that they’re eccentric and hard working, yet, they can also be reckless and hot headed, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a waitress at two spoons and a skillet and have been in the city for fourteen years. when i think of them, i think of fleetwood mac blasting out of a jacked up van, the smell of vanilla and cigarette smoke, a crooked smile that can light up a room. they’re typically seen walking the streets of long beach with a cigarette in one hand and a can of cherry coke. let’s hope the city treats them well!

Trigger warning for mentions of child endangerment, violence, sin tbh

BASICS

Full Name: Aurora Rivers Grady

Nickname: Rora, Ror, Easy A, Blondie

Age: 24

Hair color: dirty blonde, long with a natural slight wave

Eye color: blue

Piercings: ears, nipples, tongue

Tattoos: too many to count, most notable is her infamous tramp stamp

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Waitress at two spoons and a skillet

Positive Traits: Creative, Adventurous, Humorous, Laidback

Negative Traits: Reckless, Snarky, Self-destructive, Closed off

CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac

Dancing Barefoot - Patti Smith

AESTHETICS

Hickies on your neck, ta southern drawl that never quite went away, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke mixed with cheap vanilla perfume, running from the cops, a cold can of cherry coke, chipped nail polish, smudged eyeliner, your favorite pair of worn-in vans, throwing up middle fingers too much

MINI BIO

Aurora Grady never really had a fighting chance at life. Born to two idiot teenage parents, they were the kind of couple who should have not gotten together, nor had a child for that matter. So, you can safely say that her childhood was quite chaotic. It was not out of the ordinary for them to constantly be evicted from whatever apartment or duplex they were living at, being forced to flee for temporary housing. Sometimes that consisted of a friend's place, homeless shelter, whatever beater car they had, or just the cold streets of the small in Georgia. Rora had many different “definitions” of home. Still, she didn’t fully resent her parents, she knew they were trying despite the odds stacked against them.

Eventually her parents were deemed not good enough to properly raise little Rora, so full custody was placed with the only distant relative CPS was able to get in contact with. Her father’s oldest sister, who had been currently living all the way in California. The older woman would be able to properly give her a safe place to live and flourish, unlike her brother who were too on and off and involved in other matters.

She began living with her at the age of ten and oh boy, she gave her hell from the start. You see, Aurora was often bullied because of her looks and personality. Being the new girl with the funny accent and the crooked teeth made her an easy target and be mocked. This went on for most of her young life until one day she chose to stop being the victim.

The young girl found most of her confidence through hanging around with the not so great crowds of Long Beach - the outcasts and burnouts. They were a group of guys and gals who didn’t judge her and welcomed her with open arms. They were people who grew up in similar rough backgrounds so it was easy for her to fit in with them.

So, as early as thirteen, fourteen years old she was spending late nights at The Tall Wall. Chain smoking cigarettes, finishing off full bottles of vodka, and hooking up with randoms. Half the time her aunt didn’t know where she was and it made her worried sick. Her reckless behavior definitely put a bad strain on their relationship but Aurora didn’t care.

When Aurora was seventeen, she got into a nasty fight with another girl at a club while she was extremely drunk and under the influence. The fight almost turned deadly, the other girl being hospitalized with a serious blow to her head. Aurora was sent to juvie for a year and a half due to the fight and other charges that were caught up on her.

Flash forward 1.5 years, she is released from juvie and put on probation. With nowhere else to go, she had no choice but to move back in with aunt. Even though the older woman was not proud of her past actions, she couldn’t leave her to the streets.

Being forced to try to clean up her act, she becomes a waitress at Two Spoons and a Skillet. It’s far from her dream job but it’s something. Rora is trying to put enough money away to eventually get her own place and maybe consider signing up for a few college classes.

Right now.....she’s just kinda vibing w life atm?? Just wanting to enjoy being young and dumb, trying to make semi better life decisions

OTHER FUN FACTS

Was known as “Easy A” in high school due to her frequently hooking up with people and getting an STI as a result

A rumor was spread around that she was a witch and Rora never confirmed or denied it lmfao

Drives a beat up 70′s van that she adores even tho it’s a piece of shit and barely runs. She loves to hotbox inside of it and the back of it is decorated all cute n cozy for a perfect smoking spot!!

She plays keys for Velvet Groove and loves it <3

She dropped out of high school when she was seventeen due to flunking out of her classes and well, not giving a shit

Has many tattoos and piercings, her favorite is her tongue piercing and her tramp stamp she got during one of her many drunken nights

Runs on spite and cherry coke

Her favorite candy is sour patch kids

Constantly is missing her alarm

If she doesn’t have her morning cigarette, she is cranky AF

Always making mix tapes for the different seasons, general vibes, and for her close friends

Her other music icon is Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac being a band that she can always recall her aunt playing during Sunday mornings or in the car.

Her style is very whimsigoth meets punk/alternative. She thrifts most of her clothing and her style inspiration is heavily drawn from Stevie Nicks. Joan Jett, and other female musicians. She can be found in mini skirts, slip dresses, long maxi skirts, baby tee’s, band merch, etc.

Makes her own DIY jewelry and sometimes sells it to other people for quick cash

Currently attending anger management classes as part of her probation plan, she needs to learn to control her “frustrations” better.

Def enjoys the devil’s lettuce :-)

FULL BIO

Coming soon.

#90s.intro #child endangerment tw #violence tw

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kiaramonroe · 1 year ago

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— && if you’re hearing ELEANOR RIGBY by THE BEATLES playing, you have to know KIARA ZHAO-MONROE (she/her; cis female) is near by! the 24 year old POET has been in denver for, like, 2 ½ YEARS. they’re known to be quite NON COMMITTAL, but being CHARASMATIC seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CHASE SUI WONDERS. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those BLOOMNG BUTTERFLYWEED, HAIR HALF FALLING FROM A BUN, OLD PARCHMENT, THROWING A DIABOLO INTO THE AIR, LATE NIGHT LATTE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the UNIVERSITY long enough!

check out her stats and info below !!

stats

full name: kiara zhao-monroe nickname(s): ki, kiki, kia age: 24 date of birth: the twenty first of october zodiac sign: libra place of birth: corpus christi, texas gender: female sexual orientation: bisexual religion: taoism occupation: student, art gallery tour guide at L'ARTE DISTRICT language(s) spoken: english, mandarin, minor cantonese, minor spanish pet(s): gecko financial status: upper middle class (with a trust from her father that she atp refuses to touch) tattoos: none at the moment positive traits: creative, punctual, charismatic, and well-spoken negative traits: arrogant, intense, noncommittal and superstitious goals/desires: to help the environment, to do good and take care of her mother, to be a published author fears: family: only child, grew up with her mother lea, no contact with her bio father, close to a couple of cousins and tia angie (her father’s ex wife) hobbies: hiking, writing, cooking, environmental conservation quirks: humming, mimicking sayings and accents, refusal to call her mother or elders their first name likes: music, corduroy, the ocean, calligraphy dislikes: littering, bad singing, dishonesty, public proposals myers-briggs: ENFP-A temperament: phlegmatic

bio

tw: mentions of parental infidelity

kiara was born in a small apartment above a take out restaurant, but when she was 3 years old, her father gave her mother a large sum of money to basically absolve his parental responsibilty. they moved from their tiny apartment to a large house with an even larger yard and kiana was able to take part in any hobby, any skill, any trip she wanted to be apart of. at the time, it was a tough ajustment but they were better off without her bio dad and she was able to fully embrace her mother’s family, both by blood and by love.

spending her childhood and teen years running around a large astate, identifing butterflies and flowers and walsting around their local art gallery, imagining the history behind each piece (the real history be damned), kiara became close with her cousins and also the adults in her life. she seemed so mature and smart at such a young age. she was involved in environmental conservation, planting trees and removing local invasive species. kiara values nature and wants to keep her impact on the world on a positive note.

using the library computer, she looked her father up and found out that a) she had been born when he was still married to his ex-wfie, her mother’s now close friend and b) he had remarried and basically replaced her and her mother with a new little family. if she disliked him for his absent role in her life before, these feelings only hightened after seeing this online.

after highschool, she had graduated with high enough marks to get a partial scholarship to many of the colleges she had applied to. kiara decided to go to Columbia University and graduaded with an MFA in Creative Writing. Now, looking to further her writing career and her education experience, she applied for a Masters program at the University of Denver. she wanted some place away from home but with something familar and knowing her old family friend was living here was the perfect amount of freedom and support she needed.

headcannons/fun facts about kiara!

she loves poetry, especially structured poetry! she loves learning about history, languages, art.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

we can potentially add a second to any of these if we really feel one of these connections!!

friendship ✨

first friend in denver

best friends

good influence

bad influence

confidants

ride or die

sibling friendship (like an older/younger sibling relationship)

model / photographer (either or)

coworker (at the art gallery)

friendzoned

breakfast club (total opposites but wind up bonding anyways)

drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk

secret friends, aka friends who do not hang around in the public eye as their family or friends may not get along

enemies to friends

wingmen

current romance ✨

flirtationship

blind date

possible match, aka someone who friends think is perfect for each other and they’re being set up together

unrequited crush

previously friendzoned

one leads the other on

mutual crushes

mouse and cat (they just keep chasing each other but nothing really happens)

breakfast club (total opposites)

past romance ✨

exes that ended on good terms

exes with lingering feelings

casual relationships ✨

study buddie

neighbours on good/bad terms

roommates

an artist’s muse

professional relations, e.g. a boss, professor, or other work relations

have mutual friends but don’t get along

co-workers

rivals, direct opposition.

negative influence

family ✨

family friend / 2nd mom - angie

close cousins

family friends

estranged half-siblings

long lost half sibling

#✧ kiara (bio)#chq;intro #infidelity tw

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