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[systastic]

Hi dearest!❤️

Currently helping some sysmates as they just formed and loosely latched to some people, but! Would you be comfortable doing a Freminet and/or a Dahlia (Genshin Impact both!) alter?? It’s perfectly fine if not!!❤️

Lots of love, don’t forget to take care of yourself!! -⚰️🍎

ur brain has good taste -🐝

absolutely we can!! :3 n thank mew for the love ♡ -🍥

level 1 freminet

name :: freminet, emmett, elliott, claude, antoine, florent, issac, bastien

age :: 16 to 18

pronouns :: he/him, ce/cer, ae/aer, nae/nym

roles :: dissonaut, daydream inducer, emotional suppressor, entrancer, faucet

species :: fontanian pre-prophecy

gender identity :: quoigender ; deepseain & abyssgender

orientation :: queer, greyrose (alterous and sexual), polyromantic ; tends towards close bonds of friendship or romance over sexual ones. cy desires closeness to another person; whether or not it’s romantic doesn’t matter.

source :: genshin impact

level 2 dahlia

name :: dahlia, elio, cedric, benediction (ben), theodore (theo), finneas, jude, loretto/loreto, eredis

age :: physically 15 to 18 , mentally over several thousand years old (around for the end of the archon war and the installation of the church of favonius)

pronouns :: he/him, she/her, she/he (alternating), fy/fyr/fyrself, hal/hael/halo/haloself, bat/bats/batself

roles :: secret keeper, shusher, confuser, instigator, antagonizer, religious persecutor (unintentionally)

species :: human blessed by barbatos ; functionally immortal (tied to the church)

gender identity :: bigender

orientation :: achillean, apothisexual ; had a crush on barbatos/venti when the two first met

source :: genshin impact (leaks)

aesthetic :: fallen angel, gothic, vampire goth, darkest academia

appearance description :: in spite of his status as a deacon of the church of favonius, dahlia prefers shades of black and red to white and blue. it is this eclectic taste that sets her apart from the sisters: having such colors makes him stand out, drawing people’s eyes and ears in his direction. ben does not crave this spotlight. he would much rather grant it to the sisters as they can often help the people who visit more than dahlia can. hal is a bit of a recluse, and as such does not often think of what haels outfit looks like. this often causes confusion for visitors who meet the deacon as fyrs appearance is vastly different from what is expected. finneas secretly enjoys this momentary confusion. looking at him with that dumbstruck expression makes him feel like he could get away with anything.

personality description :: a bit of a brat and brutally straightforward, dahlia does not and will not beat around the bush. lengthy messages are a pain to receive and an even greater pain to write. he is fond of witty wordplay and jokes, and is a master of passive aggressive commentary. in truth, dahlia is somewhat manipulative in terms of not telling everyone the truth all of the time, and uses the church and its funds as a coverup for his real goals: discovering a way to end his immortality and return to being normal. he’s a bastard of a man who hides behind passive aggressive comments to avoid invoking the fury of others. people don’t defy him due to his status as the deacon, though — so he can get away with quite a bit. he does genuinely love the people and makes sure that the city knows this through special events, daily devotionals for those who desire it, and pardoning any supposed sins that citizens feel they have committed. (especially the fountain brother and sister duo.) he is fiercely loyal to the church and the sisters within - particularly rosaria due to seeing himself in her - viewing them as a sort of extended, everlasting “family” he can find solace in.

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[im-not-a-traitor]

"Cause you and I, we were born to die."

Hello and welcome to my Blog!

This is a c!Eret rp blog based around lmanburg era

Set around the begining :)

Rules / facts !!

{ ☆ } : Eret is in their mid twenties during this arc, and uses he/him and they/them!

{ ☆ } : Lmancrew :3 : Niki, Jack, wilbur, Tommy, tubbo, fundy ^__^

{ ☆ } : you are allowed to play anybody from any era ^__^ qsmp, ocs, idm we ignore Canon

{ ☆ } : relationships / shipping is allowed but no NSFW 🙏

Ooc stuff :3

This blog is run by @myaminecraft ^__^

While this blog will try to stay lighthearted, if something triggering comes up, I will tag it

Thats all! Thank you for stopping by!!

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Pfp from lmanburg the musical

[daily-red-character]

Red Character of the Day

day 167

Arytani

OC by @micr0machine

Divider cred: @/thecutestgrotto

[toadspondofwhimsy]

Ain't No Apple Pie – Winchester Brothers

SUMMARY: You got out, left the life, but you’re miserable and looking for a way back in. 

PAIRING: Platonic!Sam Winchester x gn!Reader, Platonic!Dean Winchester x gn!Reader.

WARNINGS: Reader insert, swearing.

WORD COUNT: ~1.2k

A/N: divider cred: thecutestgrotto

Being a reformed hunter wasn’t easy. Every person you came into contact with you were suspicious of. You checked their teeth for fangs, checked their eyes for glimmers, and always kept a silver blade on you. 

You were out. Living the apple pie life, as an older friend of yours would say. With the way your mind worked, were you really out? You searched for a supernatural explanation in every strange occurrence. You’ve even picked up that phone and dialed his number a few times. One last hunt together, yet every time you set the phone back down and decided against calling.

You clawed yourself out, why throw that all away so readily? To be frank, you were miserable. There is not such thing as an apple pie life for a “dead” felon. You worked days at a nondescript business, off the books. They didn’t ask questions and neither did you. Especially not when you were handed that wad of cash for your first “pay-check.”

You rented a shit-hole apartment, the bathroom walls were stained with mold and when you first moved in you swore it was haunted. That was the first time you almost called him. You decided to do some digging first, you didn’t want him to come all the way for nothing. So, you dug and you came up with a load of crap. Literally, all you found was rat shit. The super determined they chewed through some electrical wires. Also, the heater in your unit was shot to hell. Great. No haunting, you should be happy, but why do you feel disappointed?

Next time you almost called, you suspected your boss was a vampire. No surprise there, you were wrong, over vigilant. Though, you cannot blame yourself, you’ve lived the life of a warrior. Being hyper vigilant saved your life, it saved your friends lives, multiple times over. You can’t just turn that part of your brain off. You need to learn a new way of living. You need help, but there isn’t exactly a hunter support group outside of a roadhouse. 

Currently, you were sitting in an all staff meeting, bored out of your mind as your boss droned on about increasing sales and customer engagement. You drifted off in thought as you picked at your cuticles. The sounds of your coworkers voices becoming like a hum. You envisioned the whole company as a legion of the undead and you storming in with your best friends flanking your sides, machetes at the ready. You let out a fierce battle cry as you swung your weapon and decapitated your boss in the middle of his speech about turning more undead. 

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of your name and all eyes were on you. Your eyes scanned the room jumping from face to face. The one person that you’re friends with at work, and you use that term loosely, said, “what do you think about making changes to the front area? Do you think that’ll draw more people in?”

You smiled at her and mouthed your thanks before answering the question, “less clutter for sure. Other than that, I’m not sure.” You had plenty of ideas but you weren’t about to give them out to these corporate leeches for free. 

Your boss scowled or that was just his face, sometimes it was that hard to tell. He begrudgingly thanked you for your contribution and continued to drone on about looking alive and friendly. You internally groaned, you did not get paid to be friendly! 

Finally, the meeting was over and you practically ran out of there. You made a stop at your local dive bar with a crew from work, one of them including your “friend.” You were certain she was a nice person and you could get along, but old habits die hard. You were intent on keeping her at arms distance lest she be endangered by your lifestyle. The lifestyle you don’t even live anymore. Though everyday of this apple pie life seemed harder than your toughest nights hunting and crashing in some abandoned building. Seriously, some of your squats looked like a 5 star accommodation compared to your rental. 

You drank a few beers and made polite conversation. When the chatter turned to office drama and other work related topics you decided to dip out. 

The next day at work you stood up front with your boss talking about some possible upgrades to the entrance, which really means he was talking and you were vaguely listening. Your already divided attention was tore away from him when through the window you saw a black ‘67 Chevy Impala tear into the parking lot. Your boss said something about classic cars and you simply ignored him as you exited your workplace. You knew exactly two people who could be driving that car and you could only think of one reason why they’d find you. You started walking towards the vehicle, praying to heaven above that both brothers exited that vehicle. The driver side and passenger side door opened at the same time. You felt your breath catch in your throat at the anticipation. A bright smile was brought to your face when you saw both brothers, though it was quickly wiped off when you saw the seriousness on theirs. 

“What are you guys doing here?” You questioned tentatively. 

Dean looked over at you with a guarded expression. “You know we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t bad,” he said in a gruff manner. 

“Seriously, we’re sorry to do this, but we need to ask you for a favor,” Sam said, his tone more sympathetic than Dean’s. 

Though you understand Dean is just grappling with feelings of guilt right now. He promised that if you got out, he wouldn’t drag you back in. He tended to keep his promises, especially ones to you. Whatever it was, without them even saying yet, you knew it must be worse than they’re letting on. 

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk,” You said while walking towards the backseat.

“No, we can talk about this later when you get off,” Sam protested.

“Yeah, we’re already interrupting your life,” Dean added, not quite meeting your eyes as he spoke. His jaw set in a familiar clench, you knew he was grinding his teeth. A bad habit he got whenever he was stressed, angry, or down right upset.  

“Really, I’ve been looking for a reason to come back. Ain’t no apple pie out here, not a damn crumb for me,” You added, your tone laced with bitterness and a hint of regret. 

The brothers shared a look, confusion passing over both of their faces. 

“We can talk about this later, now let’s go,” You spoke up as you noticed the shared look between the two. 

All three of you clambered into the car and Dean began to drive out of the parking lot. You started giving him directions to your apartment. While doing so you peered out the window and saw your boss watching with a dumbfounded look on his face. The sight of his utter horror brought a devilish smirk to your face as you flipped him the bird. Sam chuckled at your antics and Dean sped off, the roar of baby’s engine broke the peaceful quiet of the afternoon and her tires kicked up dust. 

You sat back in your seat and threw your head back laughing. The smell of leather filling your nose, paired with the sound of baby’s familiar purr, and the sight of your two favorite boys, filled your heart, mind, body, and soul with a happiness you’ve been lacking.

[thejujvtsupost]

Hi guys! So I know I’ve been a little bit inactive, but I’ve been working on some stuff and decided I’d give a little update about things coming in July:

A new part of My Blood Looks Good On You (pro boxer! Toji au)

A part of The Red Queen (Sukuna au)

Head canons for Smitten!Gojo

I know it’s not too much, but I’m working up to things slowly. Thank you to those that reached out to check on me, I’m good but recovery and rehab from my injury in December has been rough.

💗More news here 💗

Cred: @thecutestgrotto for the month divider and @saradika-graphics for the others 💗

[toadspondofwhimsy]

Wildflower -- Charlie Bradbury

SUMMARY: Cas and Dean can’t stand to see their best friend single any more, so they set them up on a blind date with their other friend, Charlie.  PAIRING: Charlie Bradbury x gn!Original Character WARNINGS: OC pairing, I’m hella rusty at writing  WORD COUNT: ~1.2k A/N: I haven’t written something non-academic in a long ass time, so pls be easy on me friends. Also, this format thing is also new to me :)  divider cred: thecutestgrotto

The lighting in the bar was dim, but Phoenix could still make out the forms of their two best friends holding each other and gently swaying on the dance floor. Currently, they were slumped over seated at the bar nursing a lukewarm beer. They only came out tonight because of the staunch begging from their oldest friend Dean and a promise from their most angelic friend Castiel that they definitely will not be third wheeling. Here they were, watching their friends be grossly in love while they themself had zero prospects. Yippee! 

A few songs passed and Phoenix had to look away from the sickening scene, if they saw Cas’ trench coat twirl around him one more time, surely they’d barf. They flagged down the bartender and ordered a vodka cran and requested it be put on Dean’s tab. If he complained they’ll just remind him about his better half’s promise and the credit card fraud.

Another round. Another round. Another round. Phoenix drank their sorrows trying to drown out the sound of their lovesick heart. They always put personal connections on the back burner as a sacrifice for the job. It’s just something you do to protect the ones you care about, don’t get too close and they can’t be harmed by this week’s big bad. After Phoenix had a few drinks, Dean and Cas returned to the bar, smiling and giggly, like they both just got asked to prom. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile at their love despite their jealousy. No one could deny how cute they were as a pair with Dean’s gruffness and Cas’ aloof stare, who wouldn’t adore them?

“What’s up?” Dean asked taking a seat at the bar, “Whatchu drinkin’?”

“Oh you know, just sitting here by myself while my friends ditch me to be in love,” Phoenix answered laying the guilt on thick, “vodka cran.”

“Sorry, we got carried away,” Cas apologized sounding as sincere as he could in this moment. 

“Plus, I think I know how we can fix this,” Dean called over the bartender to order another round, “Cas tell ‘em”

“We have a friend, Charlie, we can set you two up on a date. She’ll be visiting next week.” Cas explained. 

Phoenix’s interest was piqued, they turned their attention to Cas, “tell me more.” 

Cas continued talking about his friend and Dean jumped in with some funny anecdotals. All in all Charlie seemed like a pretty cool person to get to know. Even if nothing romantic came of it, Phoenix would certainly love to be friends with this person. 

A few weeks later Phoenix stood outside the art gallery nervously clutching a bundle of wildflowers. Their eyes scanned every passerby for a violet pinned to her shirt, that’s what Dean told them to look out for. Phoenix told Dean that they’d be the one wearing a denim vest with an impossible amount of patches on it. 

Their eyes lit up when they noticed the red headed woman standing on the other side of the entrance with a violet pinned to her t-shirt looking around. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, she’s gorgeous, they thought to themself as they walked over. Charlie glanced over at them as they approached her.

Charlie smiled as their eyes scanned over Phoenix’s vest. ‘That really is a lot of patches,’  Charlie thought to herself. She pointed at the wildflowers, “Phoenix?” 

“Well, actually I’m Phoenix, these are flowers,” Phoenix held the flowers out to Charlie with a sheepish grin, “for you.” 

Charlie chuckled, it sounded like music to Phoenix’s ears, “Thank you.” She took the flowers into her hands and looked them over admiring the many blooms. “These are beautiful.” 

“Almost as beautiful as you,” Phoenix responded, “shall we go inside?” Phoenix held their arm out and Charlie linked hers through theirs. 

“Totally! I’ve been so excited for this gallery,” Charlie spoke the excitement clear in her voice. 

The two walked inside together arm in arm and Phoenix listened intently as Charlie told them everything she knew about the artist being showcased at this gallery. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile at her as she spoke, her knowledge and confidence to share it warmed their heart. All the first date jitters washed away from them as they walked deeper into the gallery.

Charlie had shifted topics now and was speaking about queer art history in general. Phoenix stopped walking in front of a large painting of two brightly colored ambiguous human figures leaned into each other with dark muted colors swirling around them in the background. They felt breathless looking at this painting as their eyes scanned over it rapidly taking in every element.

Charlie stopped speaking when they noticed what had captured Phoenix’s rapt attention. She glanced over at the painting and saw it for what it was, beautiful, but it didn’t quite hold her attention as much as Phoenix did. She rather watch Phoenix, their face holding a look of wonder as they stared up at what they would describe as a masterpiece. 

Charlie leaned into Phoenix bumping their shoulder with her own. Phoenix looked down at her and smiled brightly, “sorry, I was just enamored. What were you saying?” 

Charlie shook her head, “No, no, don’t be sorry. It was cute.” She had her own smile that matched Phoenix’s. 

Phoenix’s heart sang as they held Charlie’s gaze. Never in a million years did they think Cas and Dean would be good matchmakers, look at how long it took the both of them to realize the intensity of their affections for each other. Though here Phoenix was standing in front of Charlie with a stupid grin permanently plastered to their face. They could listen to her info dump all night in fact they welcomed it, adored it even. Phoenix turned so their body was now facing Charlie’s and she followed suit. Phoenix’s heart hammered in their chest as they admired the soft wave of Charlie’s hair as it framed her face. 

A soft pink blush creeped up on Charlie’s cheeks. She felt bashful at Phoenix’s admiration of her. Charlie took a step closer to them, slowly closing the distance between them. Phoenix felt a frenzy of butterflies come to life as Charlie moved closer to them. They wrapped an arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled her closer, eliminating the distance between them, “this okay?”

“Does Princess Leia steal and plant Imperial blueprints in R2-D2’s memory?” Charlie answered, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. 

Phoenix laughed, a sweet sound to Charlie’s ears, causing her to laugh as well. They were both quickly smitten with each other. Phoenix gently brushed a loose strand of Charlie’s hair behind her ear and whispered, “can I kiss you?” 

“A million times yes,” Charlie answered with a sweet smile on her face. 

Phoenix leaned in and pressed their lips against Charlie’s, pulling her into a soft kiss. Charlie leaned into them, her heart racing as she kissed them back with everything inside of her. 

When they pulled away from each other, lips pink, and chests heaving, they shared a look. 

“Wanna get outta here?” Phoenix breathed, their voice low and heady. 

Charlie nodded her head as her eyes raked over Phoenix’s body, practically undressing them with her eyes, “let’s go.” Charlie took Phoenix’s hand into hers and led them outside to her vehicle. 

[daily-red-character]

Red Character of the Day

day 139

Megumin

From: Konosuba

Divider cred: @/jasper-graphics (recolored) @/thecutestgrotto