#mirror mirage (oc)

[gracebethartacc]

traditional doodles (ignore Grogar looks weird I had no refs to go from😭) + cosmos from the comics but my au/rewrite adaptation :3 + final legion of doom line up with elements bc I wish soooo bad the writers hadn’t scrapped it <\3 (also prob gonna call the group something different but not sure what yet maybe just straight up the legion of disharmony idk lol) but anyway YAY EVIL GANGS ALL HERE YIPPEE

[coolzvillesuckz]

who's the one reflected in the mirror / is it me or you?

[uniquezombiedestiny]

actually fuck it. i need to ramble more

thinks about the snow queen and bella. ive recently delved into her story and some of the of fairytale (dubious from some webbed site but. yknow lmao) and wound up with lots of think of... based on her ruina dialogue + appearance, the queen like to challenge the brave. in the fairytale, kai and gerda's childike hearts are still there at the end. bella is someone with a kind heart and not much bravery. (really, she polarizes, but her bravery is more around the alternate alone. she can be brave!! but usually and - especially as she declines - she loses that aspect, likely trading it for simple anger, red-shoes-y desire, etc.) she was also forced to grow up - she is still that lonely kid she was years ago. she is still in t-589, still in c-127. she has a lot to learn, still, and to discover.

the snow queen is.. an interesting figure to me when it comes to her relationship with bella. she is cold, silent, only watching bella as she simply speaks into basically nothingness. she may, sometimes, give her a cruel smile. what a childlike, brave little soul; one who chose to bear the cold. one who enjoys her presence.

"kai saw things he didn't need or want to see." / "he felt like what he knew amounted to so little."

to bella, the queen is a respite. friendcorp has shown her so many new things, good and bad. on the bad side, her mental issues have been unraveling. her unhealthy mindset isn't going to work indefinitely like it used to. but, with the snow queen, it's familiar. it's not even that cold anymore, you know? she's long been used to cold, quiet, endless hallways. talking into the silence - like her words are simply carried away by the wind - is a relief, because noone can hear them. for once, she can speak, and there will be no consequences. and if the queen does hear, well, that's alright. she trusts her, now.

the cold isn't so bitter anymore. it's homely. familiar. it's lively, biting into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. she feels real.

and, ofc, i'll talk about her suicide attempt too. especially her own views on it... eventually, it becomes like a knightly duty to her. she must do this to save everyone else - surely, we'll all be happier this way. yes, you'll have to face this loss. but beyond it is a better ending for everyone here. this is the most logical choice... isn't it?

the snow queen gave kai a kiss - one to no longer feel the cold, and one to forget everything. his family, friends, etc etc. that way, he would stay with the snow queen. she would show him the truth of the world - the shattered mirror shards, his knowledge being so little, the mirror of reason.

"what a shame... all your friends who could help you are gone." really, it's like she pities bella and her kind, lonely heart. she pitites most people, i think, like when she laughed at lee during their duel, or gave merry a sickening smile shortly before being frozen. where her heart should be is empty - she is a cold and calculating being.

in ruina, the mirror is surrounded with frozen people, with the throne being the head of the circle. really, both her and bella have done this time and time again. bella has endured loss after loss, leaving entire worlds behind. the snow queen has killed person after person, snuffing flame after flame. her suicidd isn't much different. it's just, this time. it's a calm, slow end. bella puts up no fight or front of bravery, now. she just wants to return to her dreams of a better world. the queen will gladly show her this, in a place made only for themselves, where bella can finally be completely and utterly herself, in all it's flaws, without consequence. with all of her emotions overtaken by freezing cold, she can finally smile.

and she'll be preserved as an angel. she'll look beautiful, perfect, in this ice, like a bug in amber. she will always be the perfect kid.

also, in the og story, the shattered mirror wound up being made into things like glasses and windows. that fits well with bella's glasses. when kai's eye gets a tiny, tiny shard in it, he sees everything as distorted and ugly. but he sees perfection in snowflakes. the snow queen is made of them, the queen to the "snow bees" that are snowflakes. (they're actually described as snow bees in the story!)

[jichulichu]

yippeeee

[saysthenightingale]

"it's sugar-sweet destruction!"

properly introducing my first warhammer oc ^-^ daemon prince liddell, the immaterium's favourite pâtissier! excitable, friendly and curious, with an adorable smile and melodious voice, liddell is sweetness incarnate. though the substance dripping from their tail and sleeves looks like chocolate icing, it tastes like whatever your favourite dessert is. they're perfectly harmless... and so are the desserts.

they insist, of course, that rumours of their obsessive nature are greatly exaggerated.

i managed to make a messy ref sheet! im nervous aehh i've never posted an oc before ;-; I know it's not very... fitting for the setting but i couldn't shake off the idea… send in any questions or interactions you may have !! some music w their vibes under the cut if you want

loveit?

VORACITY

puppet cafe

rabbit hole

mirroring mirage

ruby the enchantress

witch's halloween

alice a la mode

monodrama

corps-sans-organes

hakuchuu a la mode

[maysworkshop]

Another dragon species, based on my OC Addison. They are the smallest species (so far) of the dragons in the realm.

Taking name suggestions for these guys-- So far I have 'Mirages' and 'Mirrors' but I'm not sold on it! They shapeshift to blend in with humanoid races and their surroundings, and they are venomous.

[theredofoctober]

BONUS MANNA CONTENT

Between writing chapters I may drop fragments of 'Little One's diaries regarding her captivity under Will and Hannibal. Chronologically out of order

Characters: Reader or Little One (OC)/Will Graham

TW: eating disorders, noncon, kidnapping

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FUNERAL BELL

Diary,

I've forgotten what wind feels like, in here. The air is so still that I can almost see it, silver prisms cutting across everything like shattered glass. The wind, the rain, I hear it all the time, but what it felt like on my skin I don't remember, whatever's left of the sensation out of focus, like a mirage, like a dream.

I used to spend hours staring out of windows, waiting for appointments and difficult conversations to be over. Now it seems it's almost all I do, hopeless and forlorn. The leaves are maroon, and so many cleave to the branches still that it's like the world beyond Hannibal's house is holding a ragged breath, waiting for me to do something.

Waiting for me to do wrong.

I've grown superstitious, in this dark place, death place, this cenotaph of shadows. Every cobweb and shrouded corner is hungrier than I am, desperate for someone to throw its secrets to the light.

My fathers— they made me like this.

If they are men, and just men, then I'd fear to know anyone beyond these walls again in horror that they, too, might hide that sanguine appetite, not only to kill, but fuck and torment as they will, and anyone they want.

They didn't sleep with Abigail Hobbs, but tossed her between their affections like orcas toying with a stone-battered seal, tearing her to pieces in their ruinous embrace.

They tear and tear at me, too, but I don't die, will never die.

I've always believed that, in some way, my absence of eating made me immortal, cleansed me to such strengths that no ailment could touch me, no failure of organs, nor any symptom common to the things I did. Bed sores, losing my monthly blood, and all the bad temper I could summon failed to break me; even now, cold and logical before the desk my jailer brought for me, I'm sure my illness makes me special, blessed as the saints were that starved, as I do.

This struggle between me and the men— it makes all three of us feel so very much more alive, I see that now. But I resent the power they take from me, that they would quench the last fire I had to survive the nights I can't undo.

I use them, for what they will give me, which isn't much, unless I play their girl. It's getting easier, even without the drugs, to the point that when I hear that whimpering voice, and see the crumpled pantomime of my expression in a mirrored surface, I ask myself: am I just pretending, or is that me? Has that always been me, the fossil of my first self, dug forcefully to the surface?

I can't stop thinking about this afternoon, and what I did to purchase the rarity of a phone call to my parents. Hannibal will no longer allow it— I become too agitated, he says; he doesn't like me crying for others. He's possessive, like that, they both are. My pain is distilled in their bottles, to be savoured by its brewers alone.

Today I clambered onto Will's lap and offered myself for him to drink. I ground myself upon his desperation, watched veins rise upon his clenched fists as I made him hard under the malice of my motions. I tasted the malt of his sweat and the cologne on his pretty white neck as I kissed my way up to his red mouth.

"One," he said, grimly— he always says 'One', a grudging attempt at Dr Lecter's nickname for me. "What are you doing?"

"I want that call, Daddy," I whimpered, into his throat —the veins in it jump-jump-jumped; I wanted to crack them in my teeth like shells and watch him cool in waxen death in Dr Lecter's armchair. I wanted to cry in his shoulder like a princess orphaned by war. I wanted him to fill up the volcanic yawn of my hunger with his fingers and cock to pestle my grief.

"Hannibal said no, but I'll let you do anything," I said— traitor, fork-tongued liar. "I just want to hear their voices. Please, please, please—"

Will ran so hot beneath me I thought I'd made him ill with my affection. I think maybe I had. He wanted to fuck me until I wept; he wanted to put me to bed as though I was very small, and forget that he'd ever touched me, I could feel it.

"If he said no, then why are you asking me?" he asked, through gritted teeth, but I felt his hands on my waist, touching me so awkwardly, with so much needy want that suddenly I needed him inside me, just to squeeze my knuckles shut around that spare shred of power.

"Because you love me," I said, looking into the November waves of his soft eyes, "and I hate you. And you don't want me to hate you. So help me. Please. Please. Please."

I put my tongue into his slick mouth and he moaned so pathetically that I was in awe, for a moment, that he was my captor, and I was not his. But then he was ripping at his buckle like a monk fallen before God in his love of women, and I remembered that I was afraid of him— too late, as the perspiring moon flesh of his hands drew me apart, and he thrust his cock in me with my mouth still on his.

The pleasure— I wish I could pick it out like a knot, that I could put a pin through a doll of it and see it die. But I still feel it all, now, the shift of his pelvis up into mine, his shaking hands on the back of my neck, on my thighs, promise in every fumbled grasp.

I hated him, held back tears even as my middle gleamed with the dirt of him inside me.

"You can call home in the morning," he said, between kisses that will haunt me like the dead. "I'll convince Dr Lecter that you've earned it. And... I think you have."

I lay in his lap, afterwards, his seed warm within me, my face in his shirt, breathing him in, wishing the spores of his pale skin alone could kill me.

Galerina marginata, they call the Funeral Bell, a mushroom that poisons its eater. I'm starting to think that I'm like that, to Will and Hannibal; for every bite of me they dig, dig down into an earthen darkness.

I think I want to see how far they'll go.

[rockstarthedragon]

Mira, Nightmaren OC

Yep, I made a nightmaren OC. This is kinda old and I might tweak the design a bit later on, but this is the overall design concept. And yes, they have similarities to Jackle, but why do NiGHTS and Reala get to have all the fun with being siblings? My idea for Mira and Jackle is that Wizeman intended to make one first level nightmaren, but with this being his first attempt things went wrong and he accidently up with a first level split in two. Rather than discard his creation and lose the resources he poured into them, he chose to tweak the two split halves of this nightmaren into two separate beings, making Jackle and Mira. Jackle was the crazier half, while Mira was calmer. Both specialize in using items that are used for fortune telling, Jackle has his tarot cards while Mira has their scrying mirrors. 

I imagine that Mira was more proficient with their abilities then Jackle, and foresaw everything they thought was to come. Mira saw no practicality in rebelling, and thus felt it was pointless to scry such things from their mirrors, much like sapphire in Steven Universe. But then NiGHTS rebelled against Wizeman, and Mira in both a bid to set things right and to subdue their panic from not knowing what to come since they never predicted this, went out to try to talk to NiGHTS. Mira was a good candidate since they usually aren't scared, knew how to remain calm and had maxed out speech skills. However, when Mira came back was the first time everyone saw Mira somewhat uneasy. That night, Mira went to their scrying mirror and began to look into possible futures that they never considered.

The next day, Mira was missing.

Fun facts - The name Mira comes from both the word "mirage" and it's similarity to the word "mirror" - Mira's mouth only appears when smiling, and does not appear whilst talking - The cloak and scarf design is inspired by manta rays, and the journey of dreams version of Mira would have a manta ray persona

[smileygoth]

4. London (Favourite WoD Location, Month of Darkness 2024)

Next part in the Month of Darkness prompt series. I've played games set in Kent and London, and London has always been special to me, and to my OC. Nowhere else I can think of evokes the timelessness, history and gothic darkness that I look for when playing VTM. Plus Fall of London is an awesome game!

CW: none.

Image from Trevor Sherwin Photography, found on Google.

Find the Masterlist here!

Her car was waiting for her outside, but she waved it away. ‘I’m going to walk,’ she told the driver as he hesitated, half in and half out of his door. ‘Thank you. You can go home.’

She didn’t wait to see him leave, but instead turned in the direction of the river, walking at a slow, leisurely pace. She knew exactly where she was going. She knew nearly every street, every landmark. She knew which way to go by the scent of the wind and the shape of the shadows on the skyline. She had been a part of this city for centuries.

Her heels clicked against the pavement, seeming louder as she moved away from the busier streets where the bars and restaurants and clubs still swarmed with late night revellers, or where the tube stations spat out tired-looking professionals in their business suits. She breathed in the air, cold and crisp and infused with the scents of asphalt and glass and exhaust fumes. So modern … but she remembered when it smelled of horses and sewage and discarded fruit. Soot from steam trains and the ever-present greasy fog. So much had changed in the time she’d been here, in what she affectionately considered ‘her’ city. But like new clothes on old bones, underneath it was still the same. Still London.

Before long she found herself strolling along the banks of the Thames. The water was black as a scrying mirror, reflected lights from the buildings on its edge glinting and sliding away like bright mirages. Stopping to lean on the cast-iron railing that separated the path from the riverbank, she gazed out across the river. Across from her a large boat was moored, strung up with lights and emitting the muffled sounds of music and laughter. It sounded like a better party than the one she’d just come from. But then, those were real people, not predators in fine suits. She sighed wistfully. Put me among the kine any night.

[gauze-valley]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 1

Prompt: Emergency first aid, self done stitches

Finished my first post for @whumperless-whump-event's first prompt a liiittle late but I did it! This snippet is a precursor to. The only other thing I've written on this blog, which you can find here and here (in order!)

If u like the whole "caretaker has to care for themselves and suck it up so they can be there for people" trope, this might be for you!!

my stuff for this event probably won't be too polished, sorry about that! I'm just here to actually get myself to write :')

CW: Graphic description of self-suturing a wound, needles, graphic description of pain, laceration

[~1 and a half pages, 3rd person POV, OC/non-fandom]

If nothing else, at least the wound is only leaking. The stasis spell has held up surprisingly well, but the mirage-like waves in the magic aura around the wound tell Ira that he's made the right call in deciding it needs to be properly dealt with now, if the pain hadn't said as much already.

But he's exhausted. His limbs ache and there's a weight pulling on his body. He hasn't been off of his feet since early in the morning. A small reckless part of him says to recast the spell and lay down for a bit- what's the harm? He'll be closing this thing himself, and surely he could do it better with a little rest.

That'd be stupid, though. The overuse of healing magic is a risk for most already, let alone someone like Ira, whose mixed essentia halfway wants to reject every bit of holy magic that enters his body. He'll already be feeling the effects of this tomorrow, he's sure, and a second cast could put him entirely out of commission.

It's with a slow reluctance that he goes about cleaning the wound, sterilizing the area and wiping away the topmost layer of blood so he can actually see the edges More begins to seep out in response, but it's slow- the spell is still holding, and it's far more long than it is deep, so it seems safe to close. Unfortunately, the pain suppression is beginning to wear off, but that's all the more reason to get this over with.

Staring into the bathroom mirror, he tries to steel himself, conjure the motivation. He's done things like this before, in fact, he's done much worse procedures on himself than stitching a simple laceration, but his head is pounding and he just wants today to be over. Not that tomorrow will be any better. He's still needed- he won't be resting unless this gets much, much worse, and he intends not to let that happen.

Pushing the needle through the skin is easy. His hands are steady despite how worn and heavy they feel. They always are. Gritting his teeth through the pain, trying not to let the feeling of thread dragging through the punctures disrupt his focus, is much harder. Every sharp tug makes his skin crawl with disgust.

Ira resists the urge to rush it, because he's smarter than that and it's difficult enough to keep it neat considering the awkwardness of having to look down or look in the mirror for guidance, but fucking hell, every time this process is prolonged by having to clear away the blood again, he wants to scream.

Finally, he ties off the sutures, giving a relieved sigh that he immediately regrets as a dull pain shoots through his entire side. He carefully cleans the remaining blood once again and properly dresses the wound before throwing on a loose T-shirt. Now all he needs to do is clean up here before Six and Joy get back.

A ringing from the other room interrupts his thoughts. His phone. Muttering curses to himself, he walks over to snatch it off the bed and answers.

"Yes?"

"Chaplain Stepford, um, I'm sorry to bother you, but Chaplain Hart is busy and so is everyone else and-" Ira pinches the bridge of his nose. Of course, it's Clea. Can the acolytes not go an hour without his supervision?

"Is it urgent?" He interrupts, his tone short and exasperated.

"Not… exactly right now, but it could be. I think Lane's making a bad call about something and he won't listen to me."

"About what exactly? Spit it out." God, he knows he should be receptive to his students coming to him for help, but just once it'd be so nice if literally anyone else could deal with it.

"He wants to completely seal a wound, because he thinks-"

That's all he needs to hear. Lane should know better, but of course he doesn't. Of course he'd not only overestimate his own skill but completely disregard all warnings about only using drastic magic when it's completely necessary. "No. No, absolutely not. Tell him that if he does that without my approval, I'm releasing him from my mentorship."

"I already tried telling him that that'd probably happen. He said I'm just upset because we have different ideas. Can you come talk to him?"

"I'll be there in less than ten. Make it very clear to him that his ass is expelled from the program if I get there and that wound is mended shut. He's far from skilled enough to attempt that, I don't care how much he's read about it. If he insists on being a moron before I can get there, find another chaplain immediately."

"Okay, thank you-" Ira hangs up before Clea can finish. Really, he should probably thank her for bringing this to his attention, but all he can think about right now is how much worse the pain is getting, and how long it'll be before he can collapse into bed, and the utterly overwhelming thought of being on his feet all day again tomorrow, but this time with a fresh wound.

Forcing himself to struggle back into his robes feels like a monumental task. He doesn't even bother to take off his casual clothes first, he just wants to get this over with quickly and without bending his side, as much as he can avoid it.

He pops a couple of over-the-counter painkillers before he leaves, hoping that'll be enough for now.

[oneirataxia-girl]

oc halloween challenge 2023 ⇝ day five

Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches... Oh My! ft. Mirage Carmichael and [REDACTED]

There's someone in the mirror. There's someone living in her head. She honestly shouldn't listen to the pleas. But a mirage would at least make it hurt less...

x x

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon @hiya-itsamber @carmens-garden @nightmaresart @slytherindisaster @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe -- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

[gracebethartacc]

Scene redraw + made oc in pony town (edited to be more accurate in ibis)

[the-mirage-forest]

I wonder if I should post trivia tidbit type stuff.

I've realized it's probably a little bit hard to interact with this blog much when people probably don't really know what's going on, and you only ever see any lore docs/links when you open the website version of this blog.

Also because I have a little bit of a problem where I think I've talked about something before, but I haven't whatsoever. Doesn't help this blog doesn't have a lot to it despite being 3 years old, most of the people who're actually familiar with The Mirage know me personally through Discord (Mirage discord would be kinda cool but that's wishful thinking lmao.)

So maybe I'll drop fun OC/worldbuilding tidbits every now and then, probably finish that little writing short (It's about Shi! Specifically the aftermath of how he became the Wielder of Death), and I've updated this blog's intro post to include links to the almanac so you don't have to open the blog up as a website to find it!

I'm not super certain of exactly what those tidbits would be, but I'd gladly take suggestions or ideas for things you want to hear about, through a character or not. (E.x. What are some Mirage towns, what's the Murky Mirror like, etc etc.)

[cheetoschildren]

WELCOME TO THE CHEETOVERSE!

Here, I have gathered all of my brain children (and a few grandchildren) into one place so you can ask them/talk to them about stuff!

**I AM WORKING ON CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS FOR THE INCOMPLETE ONES. THE MOST FLESHED OUT CHARACTERS ALREADY HAVE ONE.**

--If I accidentally reblog something over here, just ignore it. I'll fix it eventually.--

-RULES-

-Send as many asks as you like! :D

-Roleplaying is OKAY and ENCOURAGED!!!

-Asking as your OC is okay!

-Roleplaying as characters from the fandoms they're from is okay!

-NSFW topics are NOT OKAY and WILL NOT BE ANSWERED

-Anon asks are turned off so that if you decide to be hateful, I can tell who it is. To distinguish your RP characters, if you have several, pick an emoji for each, and put it at the bottom of the ask! :D

-Please do not fight with each other :) it is stressful for me

-I don't have many reaction images of the characters themselves to use. I need to work on that and do expression practice with all of em lol. I'll substitute with other images.

-Don't harass! :D

-Rules will be added as needed~

Universes They Belong To

Mila - 2012TMNT/Tangled the Series

Diana - 2012TMNT/ROTTMNT

Abigail - ROTTMNT

Nova, Mirror Mirage - MLP

Selene, Vidette, Hunter, Charlotte, Harper - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Egg - TDAC

Ashlyn - Dwampyverse (specifically Milo Murphy's Law)

Mei, Nix - Invader Zim Sky, Star, Venus, Holly, Saturn - TSAMS

Character Ages

Mirror Mirage - older than Nova Nova - 320+, but has the intelligence of a young adult. Selene - 23 (Married) Diana - 23 (rottmnt), 14 (2012 TMNT) Vidette - 21 (Married) Mei - between 16 and 19 depending on the storyline (Married) Star - 17 Ashlyn - 16 Venus - 15 Abigail - 14 Mila - 12 Sky - 10 Holly - 9 Egg - 9 Saturn - Technically a few months old, but has the intelligence of an adult.

(Occasionally existing kids)

Vidette's kids: -Hunter - 8 (Born first) -Charlotte - 8 (Born Second) Selene's kid: -Harper - 6 Mei's kid: -Nix - baby or toddler

✨OCS/DESCRIPTIONS✨

🐈‍⬛ #Abigail (Rottmnt) Abby charater description

🛸 #Mei Membrane (Invader Zim) Mei character description

🐈 #Mila Hamato (TMNT2012/Tangled) Mila character description

-Moodboard

🦢 #Diana Leery (TMNT2012/ROTTMNT) Diana character description (WIP)

-Moodboard

🦋 #Nova Calamity (MLP G4/5) Nova character description

🪞 -Mirror Mirage (MLP G4/5) Mirror character description (WIP)

🌦️ #Cloudy Skies (Fnaf/Tsams) Sky character description

✨ -Star (Fnaf/Tsams)

🐊 -Venus (Fnaf/Tsams)

👻 #Holly/harvest moon (Tsams) Holly character description

🪐 #Saturn (Tsams) Saturn character description

💔 #Vidette (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) Vidette character description

🐇 -Egg (TDAC) ( )

🕰️-Ashlyn Chance (Milo Murphy's Law/P&F/H&G) Ashlyn Character Description (WIP)

[jichulichu]

yahoo, more doodles with irls

[softlantern]

Hello! I stumbled upon your blog, saw Layra, amd immediately wanted to know more about the star bean!

What are some fun facts about her?

Also, have some cookies for you and Layra.

Hey, hi!!:D Thank you very much for your question. It's so nice when someone is interested in learning about your OC. 😌💖Sorry for so much of text, I couldn't stop, phphph-

Thanks for the cookies! Layra happily shares it with you. I imagined it with chocolate chips.🍪

General facts:

- Layra's voice sounds like Sofia the First's.👸

- When she laughs, it feels like someone is playing on glasses.

- She chose the child form because she is energetic, open, childish and cute. Although psychologically speaking, she behaves and thinks far from like an ordinary child. She can suddenly become very serious and tell you quite wise conscious words.

- Speaking about her awareness, she has it at its best from the very beginning. I wish I had her sense of reality.:"D

- Terrible sweet tooth. She especially likes sweets that would make people's teeth hurt from the amount of sugar in them.🍬🧁

- When she is very excited she begins to vibrate. Like a washing machine at high speed. At the same time, she heats up significantly and starts to shine more. You may think that she begins to look like a mirage in the desert.🏜

- Everyone who has ever heard her sing asks her not to do it again. The sound is certainly very pleasant, but the side effect is that it affects the energy of the people around. And you just sit there and think, “Holy stars, why is this making me feel like I’m on a emotional roller coaster??”. Makes you feel extremely intense emotions.💗

- Very tactile. Her primary love language is touch. Plus, she likes to touch everything around her, especially if it’s something soft, fluffy and warm.🧣

- She has a collection of blankets.

- Always open and honest, can be painfully straightforward.

- Adapts very quickly to the environment, adapting sufficiently to its norms, but always maintaining her core and basic principles. Very useful, since she often deals with inhabitants from different worlds.

Facts about her in Collector Wally AU:

- she often has two roses in her hair, since she accidentally got into the Collector’s pocket dimension and fell on his bushes with roses. A couple of them got stuck in her hair, and when she looked in the mirror she decided that it suited her very well.:D 🌹

- tries to help Helper around the house as best as she can. It doesn't work out very well. He tries to keep her mostly away from dishes and window cleaning. But she cleans the floors very quickly and well. Everything is sparkling all around.🌟

- since she has never had a family relationship before, she does not understand that someone can become attached to her in return, love her or be worried for her. She was very surprised to learn that she is important to Helper and  Collector. But also very happy. :) 💞💗

- When Collector has nightmares, she can drive them away, but for this she needs to be nearby. He doesn’t know that she does this and thinks that she’s just very clingy, finding her next to him in the morning. :"D

- Also, before Helper pointed out that her hair is weird it was like that. Unstable and so beautiful🌌: