#lookin through themes for a good oc thing... just to show em off...

[extravalgant]

6 2 and 5 for calamity :-3

I ASSUME THIS IS FOR THE GET TO KNOW YOUR CHARACTER POST...!! omg im sorry this is so late this has been. marinating in my inbox for like 2 days

i really should post more profiles for my characters then huh.... calamity just takes a huge chunk of my brain cus im unwell . and i only post about her 😭

if anyone wants to recommend any page themes for that... 😏

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.) 

THEY'VE CRIED TWICE IN ALL OF THE ARCS. the first time it had been at the end of the first arc in dragonspyre when she got the scar across her face (courtesy of the malistaire fight). she was like 14 and #going through it

THE SECOND TIME HAD BEEN IN AZTECA and in my canon she was really sick when she was questing (to the point she thought she was going to die there) and when xibalba hit she thought about how if she wasnt sick she might have had a chance to save them u_u so that eventually lead to her cryin real hard for the second time

SHE DOESNT CRY A LOT NOW... or show any extreme or vulnerable emotions that make her look weak

6. Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? (This one might be a me thing, because I LOVE writing/reading about family dynamics, but knowing what kinds of things were ‘normal’ for them growing up is important.)

THEY'RE AN ONLY CHILD which is probably why theyre like that #love u only children

not so much spoiled since her memories of earth are fuzzy to her now... but there is that kind of sadness that lingers within her that is.. usually associated with only children. if the book of secrets hadn't given her storm in the first place she would've tried it out anyways on the off chance that it made her friends (since iirc it was described as a '''popular school''')

2. What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

SHE TRIES TO SHOWER AND BATHE REGULARLY if her questing allows her to. she doesnt go back home often to ravenwood and stays in the world shes in just to be around locals & the community. her hair is pretty long too and doesn't bother with anything too crazy.. just a ponytail or braid on occasion. i've debated having her cut off some of it after the major plot points just to give her a fresh new look but i think the long haired look is associated with her now

however i do LOVE giving my scions and wizards their own outfits based on the world...

[romancemoving]

✨ *'ai no senshi' chorus voice* vowing in our hearts, soldiers of love!

01. NAME OR ALIAS : rae / diren. 02. BIRTHDAY :  december 24th 1991. 03. ZODIAC SIGN :  capricorn sun, leo moon, leo rising, scorpio venus. *cue honey cocaine’s ‘ I’M AN ASSHOLE. ’* 04. HEIGHT :  pretty average around 5′7”. if u see me in public taller cuz i wear platforms or super chunky soles most of the time and im too good to wear flat shoes... pretty hos dont wear plain sneakers. 05. HOBBIES :  music!!! listening to it, making it, critiquing it, dissecting it. i just started a rateyourmusic account so im gonna turn into a douchebag real quick. video games, cooking, skincare, makeup, nail art, reading, botany, documentaries, staring at shoes i really like...., roleplaying of courzeee, photography, collecting tacky 90s blouses, watching people argue on reddit. i love drama. what can i say. um... watching wrestling heehee. football. american football. not whatever u europeans are into. obsessing over cars i loooove cars. love lookin at em... love fixin em.... also just studying shit. i know an obscene amount of trivia about things from bizarre country border disputes to metaphysical theories and physics and the like. also ask me what i know about fashion. i know exactly what collection that belt buckle was featured in, in that runway post u reblogged. 06. FAVOURITE COLOUR :  burgundy. :)))!!!! i think........ 07.  FAVOURITE BOOK : ' love warrior ’ by glennon doyle. it’s so honest and gripping..... i rec it if you like nonfiction from people whove been thru it. 08.  FAVOURITE FOOD : bibim guksu, budae jjigae, butter chicken, avocado in everything, blackberries, greek salad!!! lemon pepper wings... i also fuck with diao xiaomian with chili oil!! 09.  LAST FILM / SHOW WATCHED : idk. i think it was ‘ all purpose cultural catgirl nuku nuku ’ lol.

10.  INSPIRATION : virote started off as an oc for a jrpg from a tiny little company u may know called square... ya know, kingdom hearts, etc etc. he was an oc for final fantasy x. he was a summoner, endowed with the gift to save the world. but he failed. mostly everyone he loved was taken from him and his journey was dealing with the aftershock of all of that but then he kinda grew into his own thing of an amalgamation of stuff. 90s pop culture, 2000s pop culture. trashy reality tv. art house films. 80s and 90s anime. some 2000s anime. ive watched so much anime, its fucking stupid. that obscure ova that hasnt had a physical copy since 1994? ive seen it. that weird ecchi one-off with a publisher that has literally no info available? i’ve watched that. manga that was only printed a couple of years around 2005? been there! also just life experiences. i’ve met so many crazy fucking people in my life.... done and seen a lot of crazy shit. never a dull moment in an alabama town where everyones high off their ass on meth! people tell me vi’s pretty real.... ya.... a lot of his experiences are real. down to meeting a guy behind a post office selling cough syrup from the back of his car. down to the bald drug dealer that pedals through the neighborhood on a little bike with a cute bell, wearing socks and sandals. city pop music too..... the magic, the sparkles, the twinkles. the wavy haziness of vaporwave. vi’s just this big, big reference i kinda love that. wish more people got said references. glkfdjglkdf.

11.  STORY BEHIND URL : it’s the from the og lyrics of the iconicccccccc sailor moon theme ‘ moonlight densetsu ’!!!!!!!

the moonlight makes me want to cry i can’t even call, it’s midnight but i’m so innocent, what should i do my heart’s a kaleidoscope

moonlight guides how many time we’ll be reborn counting the twinkling of stars predicting the course of our love because we were born in the same country it’s a miracle romance

a wondrous miracle approaches us we meet by chance again and again the countless shining stars above us foretell love’s whereabouts born on the same earth a miracle romance i do believe in that, a miracle romance.

✨ TAGGED BY: @antigoddex TY! ✨ TAGGING: @emptyvictory @debtwon @tckkis @starfoam @bruisedconscience @oddisms @guttersniper + ummm if u wanna do it ur tagged :),,,,

[aliensforleaders]

Electric River - Part One

Pairing: Rami Malek x OC

Summary: Vic is in a band. Not the most famous band, but you could hardly tell by the way she acts. She gives no one the time of day, and her band is her family. She loves her life, and the rush of performing, but she meets someone who may change the way she sees the world.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol

A/N: So I had this idea awhile ago and have finally got around to writing it. If it doesn’t do well then I won’t continue it. If you like it let me know because I love feedback! Enjoy!

Victoria stood in front of the mirror studying her outfit. She turned every which way, checking every bit. The tight black long sleeve shirt she wore made her look sleek and enticing in a way she loved. The jeans she wore were just as tight and just as black, and she wondered if it was too much black. Preposterous. She ruffled up her short, choppy hair and smirked in the mirror at herself. 

“Vic! Come on, we’re on in five!” Alex, her guitarist called from the doorway of the very small dressing room.

Vic was in a band. It wasn’t a very well known band, but it fueled the fire that burned inside her. The need to be loved, to hold a room at attention, to feel the hot desire coming from the crowd as she strutted around on stage. They wanted her, wanted to be her, and she couldn’t get enough of it. But of course that only took over when she grabbed hold of that mic stand and the lights came on, all focused on her.

She had known Alex for almost five years now. They had started the band together in high school and wrote songs together. It didn’t take long for the two of them to realize that Vic was going to be the singer. She had the perfect alto range to sing the kind of music they wanted to make, and as for Alex, the things she could do with that guitar were ground breaking.

A few years later they found Audrey, who would become their bassist and keyboardist, and James, who would become the drummer. They were now known as Electric River, and had officially been playing together for about three years and things were going pretty well. They mostly played at local bars and clubs and sometimes festivals, but when they did the room was theirs. As soon as Vic stepped onto the stage it was as if she’d hypnotized the whole room, and they couldn’t look away. They would sway with the music like it was a profound religious experience, reaching their hands up towards the sky.

Vic took one more look in the mirror. 

“Go get ‘em, baby.” she said out loud to herself, and jogged out of the room.

The band stood to the side of the stage and waited for their name to be announced. Everyone was filled with adrenaline already. Alex kept cracking her knuckles, Audrey had her fingers laced together behind her head, James was shaking out his arms vigorously, and Vic jumped up and down in place.

“Wow, Vic you could be a tambourine with all those fucking necklaces.” James laughed and she flipped him off, flashing a wide grin.

Suddenly the sound of someone tapping a mic could be heard. “Hello? Alright everyone we have some live music for you tonight by a local band called Electric River! Let’s welcome them onto the stage!” Everyone clapped and cheered.

Alex ran out first, then Audrey, then James. Vic stayed behind as the lights all went out. She slowly stepped up onto the stage. That was when James came in with a heavy drum beat and Audrey followed with an almost xylophone like tune on the keyboard, her bass hanging from her body. The lights brightened slightly into a deep blue and Vic stalked up to the mic stand like a predator to it’s prey. Just before she began to sing, Alex came in with her guitar and just like that, the hypnosis began.

The music was heavy and deep, the lights were dark and eerie, and a thin fog filled the room. Vic grabbed hold of the mic stand with passion and leaned into it. Her hips moved perfectly with the beat James was laying out and her eyes closed as her head rolled back. Her head came forward again and her eyes opened slowly, meeting with a strangers in the crowd.

He had dark curly hair and a set of eyes that could melt even the coldest heart. He watched her as the lyrics fell from her lips effortlessly.

When Vic performed she never really focused on any one person for too long. She may have exuded an enormous amount of confidence, but deep down anxiety had a hold on her. But tonight was different because when she met those eyes it was suddenly as if he was the only one in the room, and the rest of this performance was a ritual only to draw him near. She was too deep in this trance to question why this night of all nights was different, and why these eyes of all eyes had captured her so quickly. 

So she threw caution to the wind, pulled her mic off the stand and walked to the edge of the stage. She knelt down on one knee reaching into the crowd and let them grab at her arm slowly. She looked down at them smirking as she sang, and then her eyes made their way back to his, looking up through her eyelashes. The now purple lights lit him up like an angel. He starred back at her, something shining in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. She stood up straight, slowly stepping backwards. This was definitely a ritual of some kind and they were both giving it everything they could from this far away.

The band finished the rest of the set and gathered at the front of the stage to take a few bows. They took their last and Vic broke eye contact with the man in the crowd before jogging off stage with everyone else.

“Hey Alex did you see the guy Vic was eye fucking?” Audrey jokingly questioned.

Vic came into the dressing room last, hearing the tail end of what she said.

“Yeah what was that, Vic? You never usually do that. I mean I’m not complaining because you gave a hell of a performance, but it was just a little uncharacteristic.”

Vic rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah I uh, I’m not sure. He just kind of grabbed my attention.”

“Well from the looks of it, he might be grabbing something else later.” James chimed in from the corner.

“Hey, James. Fuck off.” Vic stated matter of factly.

He just laughed and fell back into his chair.

Vic sat down in front of the mirror and began to fix her makeup. Alex walked over and sat next to her.

“Are you going to go find him?” Alex inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“No, dear, but I am going to have a drink.” She turned to Alex and winked as she stood up, making her way to the door.

Vic made her way through the club to the bar. As she walked through the crowds of people, some reached out to pat her on the back, complement the show, and some guy tried to ask for her number, but the look she shot his way told him to stop talking if he wanted to live to see the morning.

She knew the bar tender by now and he had already started making her favorite, a vodka soda.

“Hey Vic! Good show tonight.”

“Hey thanks, Luke!” he handed Vic her drink and leaned an elbow on the counter.

“In fact some guy came asking about you.” he shot a glance over to a ‘C’ shaped booth in the corner.

Vic turned slightly and saw the man from the crowd sitting alone in the booth looking down at his phone.

“Oh yeah? What’d he ask about.” She turned back to Luke, taking a swig of her drink.

“Just what your deal was. If you come here a lot, and if you ever talk to the people here.” he explained.

“And you told him?”

“Told him to not even bother. That you don’t just talk to any old average joe.” he laughed and so did she.

“Always lookin’ out for me, Luke. Well I guess today’s theme is uncharacteristic. Wish me luck.” she stepped away from the bar, making her way towards the booth.

She slid into the booth leaving plenty of space between them. He had to earn fewer space.

“So I hear you were asking about me.” Vic said, resting her arms on the back of the booth.

He looked up from his phone, somewhat startled and then a little embarrassed.

“Uh yeah. I guess you caught me.” he laughed nervously, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m not here to kill you. It’s simply pure interest. Not many people ask about me.” she stated.

“I find that hard to believe.” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“That may be, but it’s very true. I mean yes I look like this,” she gestured to herself, ”but I assure you that they know not to bother.”

He looked taken aback at her very confident comment on her appearance, but also completely amused.

“Yeah that’s what the bar tender said.” he sat back and crossed his arms. “So why are you talking to me then. I mean if I am just any old average joe?”

“Oh but you aren’t, dear. I saw the way you watched me with those eyes.” she smirked. “Nobody catches my attention the way you did.” Her bravado began to dissolve slowly as she realized it was unnecessary with him.

“I’ve never seen anyone do that to a crowd of people. They were all in slow motion. They were yours. You moved as if nothing could touch you, and for a moment I believed it, but then you looked at me and I could see you.” 

As he so eloquently explained this to her, she felt something that she only ever felt when she was alone. Vulnerability. It scared her, but she had to explore this.

“And what did you see?” she asked, fiddling with one of her necklaces.

“Beauty. You are beautiful.” he smiled sweetly.

It took her a moment to respond, as no one ever spoke to her this way. She shook her head and cleared her throat, sitting up straight.

“Would you like to get dinner with me sometime?” she asked, letting her walls down a little.

“I would love to.” he beamed. “Oh and I suppose you should know my name is Rami.”

“Vic. But you probably already know that.” she chuckled softly and so did he.