#oc; eve seed

[general-kalani]

What are the Seeds opinions on queer people

"Live and let live I do not have qualms with people who just want to express themselves... That's... That's what it means right, the old man hasn't taught me anything regarding this."

"As long as they do not commit the sin of lust, I do not mind what they see themselves as. Woman with another woman, man with a man. It's all fine to me."

"I should be against it, shouldn't I? The one man that has read the bible thousands of times over so my parents would stop hitting me... But here I am saying I do not care. You know why? Because that's hypocritical of me, to say such a thing while I do it myself? Let them do as they please they exist and they're here to stay... Just like myself."

"Holy shit they exist? I thought I was just fucked up fer lovin' Miller. Yeah I don' care but damn. They actually exist? That changes things."

"What the Father's already said I'll just echo his sentiments. Live and let live!"

"Well... I'm against it. I'll let people do as they wish, don't get me wrong!.. But don't push it in my face constantly, you know?"

"You know, I'm surprised that the delusional man and I actually agree on something. Mother could use some work but I think she's open for change. But I'm just like my father on something for once... Besides the 'sin of lust' bullshit. That's ridiculous in my opinion."

[oq-der-na-telha]

cw: cropped n$fw

Lil sketch 👀🔥

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(Eve can't contain herself next to Rush lmao-)

(bro is tired 🙏🏼 give him a rest Eve)

(art made by Eve/Adam because I said so (that's the artstyle I chose for them so yeah, they drew it lol))

*Patrick has left the chat*

(jk, I'm redrawing the traditional version in digital right now)

[deputyash]

Dove Ash (FC5) | Phoebe Ash-Seed (FCND) | Vivian Wells (FCND)

Noah (FC5) | Herald Dove Seed (FC5) | Genesis Eve (FC5)

Evie Rivera (RDR2) | Monroe (RDR2) | Wren Mitchell (RDR2)

Valerie "V" (Cyberpunk 2077) | Vireo "V" (Cyberpunk 2077)

I included some little descriptors for them under the cut cause I saw some other people do it and thought it looked fun. :3

Phoebe, princess of New Oceania, with a little crustacean friend.

Vivian stirring up some trouble with her mermaid powers.

Noah, a young merman warrior, caught in the depths.

Herald!Dove defending her treasures from outsiders.

Genesis, a mysterious siren who pops up when you least expect it.

Evie, a scorned mermaid, looking for revenge against the pirates who killed her father.

Monroe using her musical abilities to charm her human lover.

Monroe using her musical abilities to charm her human lover.

Wren, a mermaid looking for adventure and mischief.

Valerie traveling uncharted waters to complete her missions.

Vireo, a charismatic merman, looking for riches and a new life.

Tagged by @strafethesesinners to do this meiker! Thank you! :3

Tagging: @harmonyowl @derelictheretic @teamhawkeye @purplehairsecretlair @peachyaliien @ri-a-rose @redreart @statichvm @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @fuckin-nancy @wrathfl @cobb-vanthss @jacobsneed @adelaidedrubman @blissfulalchemist @direwombat @jacobseed

[mintaikk]

Alastor & Roo Theory

OKAY, HEAR ME OUT

Before Lilith was revealed to be in Heaven, we all thought that Alastor made a deal with her and that was the leash he was referring to. But, now that we know Lilith is in Heaven, there's a lower chance of it being her. While it COULD still be her, I want to play around with this theory.

What if the chain Alastor is under is Roo?

For those who don't know, Roo was an old OC Vivziepop made, and she was the root of all evil.

Originally I thought this concept was scrapped but in Hazbin Hotel, when Charlie talks about Heaven, she says that they "shielded all from evil" and when she says evil, a being with a face appears, which I think is Roo.

I think that Heaven was protecting itself from Roo, and when Lucifer gave Adam & Eve the apple, that set her free because it was someone actively disobeying Heaven, which planted her roots of evil into the physical world. Goes into the hole "planting the roots of evil" idea because it was a fruit given to Eve. A red fruit, the color associated with Roo, and with seeds in it, for the root of evil.

Perhaps Roo already lied in the fruit tree, which is why it's red. Perhaps it was her prison to keep her from gaining power and interfering with Earth, and Adam & Eve weren't allowed to touch it because doing so would bring evil. Heaven probably never explained to Lucifer why he shouldn't give them the apple because they're so used to blind obedience, but Lucifer was a thinker and thought that knowledge and free will would be a great gift for mankind, not knowing that Roo was the one lying in the tree.

And when Earth is shown to gain evil, the hand that surrounds it looks like literal roots.

Roo lied in the tree already, and Lucifer handing the apple to Eve is what set her, the Root of all Evil, free.

Hope I got my point across, I tend to have trouble saying my thoughts.

Why do I think it's Roo controlling Alastor? Right now, she's the only being powerful enough to overpower Alator that isn't Lucifer, Lilith, Charlie, The Sins, other Overlords, and The Goetias, as non of them seem to really cause any fear in Alastor. Sure, he hates Lucifer because he's more powerful than him, but that was more pettiness and not genuine fear, and Lucifer hadn't even met him before all of this! Sera wouldn't make a deal with a demon, and Emily wouldn't either. So, I think the one that he made a deal with was Roo.

Not sure how new this theory is. Looked it up and got an animatic made 2 weeks before I even thought of this. Absolutely love this animatic, please watch it. But, I really like this and I'm honestly so excited to see who is controlling Alastor.

[magicshopaholic]

Kiss and Tell (Hoseok x OC)

Summary: During an impromptu game of truth or dare, Hoseok discovers something important about your past.

Pairing: Hoseok x OC

Genre: brother’s best friend; humour, banter, mild angst

Word count: 5.2 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, peer pressure, shady characters, making out, allusions

A/N: Takes place around a month after New Year’s Eve Eve.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @dreaming-with-happiness @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids

Listen to: “stuck on the puzzle” by alex turner

hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

When Chaeyoung turned eighteen years old, she hosted her first birthday party without a grown up in charge.

Of course, her father and stepmother were right next door at the Jungs’ and Chanyeol had no doubt been enlisted to supervise the party in any case, but it was still a huge step up in terms of attendants; now, it was no longer just a birthday party, but a party.

It hadn’t taken place on her actual birthday, for that usually fell during finals. No, to ensure it would be as party as possible, Chaeyoung decided to push it by a month to summer vacation, the last time she and her classmates would be together before they all dispersed to different colleges around the country. With the added emotion and nostalgia, her party eventually became the party of the year, with lifelong memories being created for years to come.

For Chaeyoung, it was the first time she was treated like an adult; by her parents for finishing high school, by her brother for the easy confidence he showed in her while he chaperoned - and by his best friend Hoseok, who not only attended, but also seemed to have a lot of fun.

Hoseok had been visiting Chanyeol, naturally. Chanyeol was in the service at the time, having joined the moment he’d finished college. He was on break and despite Hoseok’s busy schedule, he’d taken a couple of days off to return to Gwangju for his best friend, even if it meant spending a night with a bunch of kids who’d barely entered their teens when he’d graduated high school.

Chaeyoung had been pleased to see him, but more out of the joy of seeing an old friend. Hoseok was a man grown, and the novelty of having two seniors in their twenties at her party only increased its coolness factor.

She half-expected him to show up in leather pants, as seemed to be his group’s look at the time, before she remembered that he didn’t live in a BTS music video. He looked tired and handsome and happy and mature all at once and when he came to the poolside to wish her a happy birthday, she truly felt as though they were all growing up, their shaky past forgotten.

It was a memory she cherished even today, the sight of him on the plastic deck chair by her parents’ pool, the light from the water reflected on his face, his easy smile as he joked with her and her friends and didn’t rat any of them out for sneaking in alcohol. In fact, he joined them, and Chaeyoung discovered with amusement that Hoseok was a complete lightweight. For a little over an hour, she and Hoseok hung out without incident, at the end of which she even wondered if they were maybe, possibly becoming friends.

Maybe. Possibly. It was one night among hundreds, but Chaeyoung chose to look back on it with hope and relief that they had both grown out of their childish rivalry that subtly revolved around Chanyeol. The party ended late and the night was a bass-induced haze of teenage freedom, and after the amount of alcohol that was passed around the little group by the pool, Chaeyoung didn’t know what Hoseok remembered the next morning. 

She remembered, though. She was older and so was he, and the cautious seeds of hope that were sown that night felt like the beginning of something new. Unfortunately, Hoseok left Gwangju the next morning and Chaeyoung left for college a week later, and the next time they saw each other was years later, when they reached for the last bottle of Absinthe at the same time.

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Hoseok squeezes his way in between two dancing groups and bps his way over to Chanyeol, who is leaning against the balcony door and chatting with a vaguely familiar girl from their high school class.

She spots him before Chanyeol does. “Hey, Hoseok! Hayoung,” she reminds him good-naturedly when he opens his mouth.

“Of course!” He remembers now. “You look different without…” He hesitates, thinking twice lest the alcohol make him say something stupid. “... your Class President badge.”

“And you look different without the hoodie tied around your waist,” she replies cheerfully, throwing an arm around his shoulder and squeezing it. “Cheers!” She raises her glass and both men with her clink their bottles of beer.

“Dude, where were you?” Chanyeol asks. “Chae said she saw you, like, half an hour ago.”

“Got cornered by Joonho and his cousin who offered me a joint and wouldn’t let me leave unless I had a couple drags,” mutters Hoseok. “Remind me why we ever hung out with him again? Guy’s a pain in the arse.”

Chanyeol chuckles and shrugs while Hayoung, her hair a trendy burgundy, laughs. “You know he’s been telling everybody who will listen that he was best friends with J-Hope?”

“What?”

“Oh, yeah,” she nods, grinning. “I think you might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You remember Eunbi from our junior class? He tried to get her to make out with him by saying that the car she was sitting in was the same one that J-Hope-from-BTS sat in.”

“No way,” breathes Chanyeol, while Hoseok chokes on his drink. “You’re kidding.”

“Nah, she told Jaehyun who told Mina and Seulgi, and Seulgi got totally drunk at Seokmin’s engagement party last year and told me and a bunch of others.” Hayoung nods knowingly. “He’s kind of obsessed with you.”

“That’s perfect,” he answers weakly.

“To answer your question, though, I haven’t the faintest idea why he’s here,” says Chanyeol, looking in the direction Hoseok came from. “I didn’t invite him. I think he came with someone. Maybe he heard you were here,” he suggests nonchalantly.

“I honestly can’t recall having a single conversation with him that didn’t end with me wanting to hang myself.”

Just then, the song changes and someone else joins them.

“I think the Kangs can rest in peace knowing they can still throw good parties,” says Chaeyoung, holding a glass with a dark drink in it. A faint flowery scent accompanies her that smells like summer in January.

“I agree, Chan,” says Hayoung. “I think you peaked with our graduation party but this is pretty close, too.”

“Except for whoever is playing Pitbull in this day and age,” mutters Chaeyoung, peering between their shoulders and wrinkling her nose. “Ugh, it’s Joonho. You know, I can’t believe you guys were ever friends with him.”

“We were never friends with him,” say Hoseok and Chanyeol in unison.

“Not in the actual sense,” adds Chanyeol.

“Did you meet his cousin?” Hoseok asks Chaeyoung. “Doesn’t he remind you of Ice?”

“Who the hell is Ice?”

“Oh, he’s Chae’s best friend.”

Chaeyoung slaps his shoulder. “He is not. And Ice isn’t a bad guy, he’s just… an acquired taste. Joonho was an asshat. He creeped out everyone, even the girls in my class. And some of the boys,” she adds in disgust.

“He had a really nice car, though,” says Hayoung fairly. “Even if you don’t count the celebrities that sat in it.”

“More importantly, though,” points out Chaeyoung, while Hoseok makes a face at Hayoung, “he’s using one of dad’s vintage collectible bottles to peer pressure a bunch of people to play Spin The Bottle with him.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen and his head snaps back to look at where Joonho is. “Asshat,” he swears, downing the rest of his beer and striding away from them.

“I should probably go with him,” suggests Hayoung, taking a more appropriate sip of her drink. “He might just kill Joonho if he’s not careful and then what will you do when your biggest fan is dead?”

“Very funny,” retorts Hoseok, loud and disgruntled as their erstwhile class president leaves with a laugh. “What the hell is wrong with that guy?”

“I dunno.” Chaeyoung shrugs. “You’re the one who was friends with him.”

“I was never friends with - okay, I’m not doing this again.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at her amused expression. It’s only slightly strange to see her in the midst of his high school classmates, a group she was explicitly discouraged from hanging out with when they were actually in school. She seems almost their age now, though, drink in hand, stockinged legs and woolen dress, a sparkly blue snowflake clipped in her hair that makes her look like a modern-day winter wonderland Barbie.

“You look nice,” he says when he realises he’s been silently observing her for a few seconds. “Cute.”

Her smile widens. “Thanks. So do you.”

“I look cute?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that what your group is going for these days?”

“No. We’re going for dangerous.”  

“Your last music video was all pastels so I might be losing track. Anyway,” she adds, changing the subject, “as pseudo-host, it’s my duty to ask: Are you having a good time?”

“If you don’t count the half hour I spent trying to get away from Joonho, then, yes.”

Chaeyoung smiles in satisfaction. “Good enough.” She bites her lip. “Do you remember the last time you were at a party in this house?”

“Uh…” Hoseok frowns and squints. “No? I mean, I can’t place it. I must have been to, like, a dozen of Chan’s parties in this house.”

“Well, the party I’m talking about isn’t Chan’s party,” she says lightly. “It was my party.”

He doesn’t know if he’s imagining the meaningful edge to that clarification. “Oh, yeah,” he remembers, chuckling a little. “You did have a party.”

“I did. And you attended.”

“Yeah. It was fun, I remember.” This time, he knows he’s not imagining her face lighting up at the compliment. 

“Good. It meant a lot to me,” she says after a moment.

An old, ancient dread begins settling in his stomach and before he can begin to dissect it, he changes the subject.

“Fun for other people, too - especially your brother.”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok chuckles again, hearing the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them. “I mean that his bedroom door was locked for a really long time with just him and one lucky lady in there with him.”

Chaeyoung’s jaw drops open. “What? He hooked up with someone at my party? He - he was supposed to be chaperoning!” she exclaims while Hoseok groans.

“Oh, man,” he sighs, running his hand over his face. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“He made out with one of my classmates! Wait - did they have sex?” Her eyes widen in horror.

“Oh, calm down, it wasn’t anyone from your class. It was some girl he was dating from his old coaching class. Kind of,” he amends. “Her name was Chaeyoung, too, actually, which probably explains why that relationship didn’t go anywhere.”

“This story is just getting better with every new detail,” she mutters, closing her eyes.

“Don’t worry, she went by something else. Something that sounded like Chae but wasn’t - I want to say Chi? Or something to do with her last name -”

“You are the worst best friend ever for telling me this, by the way,” she interrupts.

“I am,” he admits sombrely. “I don’t think she liked me much, anyway.”

“Or she was just intimidated,” she points out. “You were his best friend. It was kind of a joke back in the day, that no girl Chan dated could ever compete with you.”

Hoseok laughs. “I don’t remember much from that night at all, but that’s pushing it a bit, maybe. Although, I suppose no girl I dated could ever compare to him either,” he jokes as someone shouts his name from the crowd and he turns, not noticing Chaeyoung’s smile fade slightly.

He rejoins the party, turning around briefly to see Chaeyoung following him as well. There’s some commotion around what cheesy party game to play next, with people throwing around suggestions and shouting their preferences. Despite everyone here being in their mid-twenties, it feels more like a high school party than when Hoseok was actually in high school - or maybe it’s the fact that they’re so much older that it feels like it.

There’s nostalgia in the air, so much of it that it stirs up feelings of his youth in a way he hasn’t remembered in a very long time. The moment he left for Seoul, everything changed. He was a trainee, but there was no childhood in boot camp. He was training to be employed, and then he debuted and he was officially a working adult. His friends were getting high on college campuses while he worked to the bone twenty hours a day and while he can’t find it in himself to regret his path at all, he finds himself embracing his eighteen year old self with open arms the first chance he gets.

“Okay, truth or dare it is! We’ll start with J-Hope!”

“No!” He blurts it out instinctively and a few people snicker at Joonho’s dumbfounded expression. Across the living room next to the bookshelf, Hayoung, still standing with Chanyeol, catches Hoseok’s eye before snorting into her drink.

Fortunately, someone else volunteers to go first, there’s some jeering, and a dare starts being formulated. Hoseok uses this opportunity to cross the living room and stand next to Hayoung, whose cheeks are still flushed with laughter. 

“I’m going to kick his arse,” he mutters in a low voice.

“I don’t blame you,” she says immediately, still giggling as she places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. She takes another large sip of her drink - a glass of deep red wine - and swallows it in one go. “But you don’t really strike me as the arse-kicking type.”

“If he calls me J-Hope one more time, I’m going to trip him.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She cheers along with everyone else as one of their classmates downs an entire jug of beer in under a minute and emerges red-faced, looking as though she’s going to throw up.

Hoseok watches as the truths immediately start getting personal and dares get more juvenile, with everybody - including him - enjoying it despite themselves. He’s had enough to drink that his inhibitions are lowered and his tongue can’t be trusted, but it’s a happy buzz for now, watching his old friends stay the way they were, every one of them reaching for the vestiges of their teenage years for one night before returning to their adult lives.

Across the living room, he spots Chaeyoung where he’d left her. She’s standing a little away from the group, not really a part of the circle of people playing. Hoseok is glad for that; he’s not exactly sure why, but he knows he doesn’t want her getting caught up in this game, where standing up to peer pressure is the real challenge.

She’s leaning against a wall and watching the game, looking mildly amused as the people she used to look up to possibly seem so much more human now. She looks in his direction and catches his eye the moment someone calls his name.

“Okay, Hoseok’s turn now!”

“You know, I really don’t -”

“No, no, you have to play now!” Joonho takes over and adjusts his legs on the couch so he’s kneeling, looking far too eager. “Truth or dare?”

Next to Hoseok, Chanyeol and Hayoung are barely holding it together. Giving them a stony look, he sighs. “Truth,” he answers, knowing there’s no way in hell he’s going to be caught doing the kind of dares being thrown around here; the last thing he needs is someone filming him choking on a dozen marshmallows and going viral right before their new album drops.

Joonho claps his hands, as though he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. “Name every girl you have ever hooked up with!”

There’s a momentary confused silence where everybody frowns and little and even Hoseok is a bit stumped. This was the super scandalous question he’d been frothing at the mouth over this entire time?

But when no one proposes to change the question and everyone simply sort of shrugs and begins nudging him to answer, Hoseok shakes his head.

“Oh, I - I can’t answer that,” he starts to say, but he’s drowned out by some sarcastic booing which makes him realise his mistake.

“No, no, we need names,” pipes up Joonho, seeming almost gleeful at Hoseok’s hesitation. “Including the famous ones!”

“I can’t -”

“We probably won’t know most of them,” reasons another girl in their class, in what sounds like a reassuring tone. “And the ones from school… well, I think everyone here knows everyone’s hook-ups,” she adds reasonably.

“Use stage names!” Joonho chimes in loudly, still on his own trip.

“No,” says Hoseok firmly, wishing he could punch him. How were they ever friends? He runs through the names in his head frantically until he’s convinced there’s nothing problematic there. There’s no proof being asked, only names. Worst case? He can just lie.

“Just - okay. Okay. So, there was, um, Hwayoung, Eunji, Yeonjin…” He trails off briefly as no one really reacts, for this information has been public for years.

“And?”

Hoseok isn’t sure who asked that, but makes no effort to identify them either. “Um… Jia, Jieun…” He clears his throat and looks up, meeting Chaeyoung’s gaze. It startles him for a moment, but he can’t decipher her expression. It’s not quite curious, but she’s definitely listening intently. 

A voice in the corner of his mind tells him to stop before it gets worse, but not only is there no clarity to that thought, but Hoseok isn’t even sure that he can stop now.

“And Youngsoon,” he finishes, holding her gaze for a moment before looking back at Joonho, silently daring him to ask him something else.

Joonho seems to deflate slightly at Hoseok’s withering expression and nods, clapping and immediately changing the subject. Hoseok stares at him until he can’t anymore and finally forces himself to turn to Chaeyoung, only to see her walking away in the direction of the kitchen.

No one else seems to have noticed, probably because she wasn’t even playing. Hoseok has an inkling of why he noticed and something tells him he needs to go after her, except he’s quite sure she doesn’t harbour the same feelings she did when she was a kid. Or he was, before this reaction.

Could it be? Could talking about girlfriends from a hundred years ago have brought her feelings from the same era back to the surface? Or did they never really disappear, and she’s been hiding it from him this whole time? Both possibilities worry him equally, but he’s unsure if he wants to find out the truth at all.

Hoseok’s feet stay planted on the floor as the game continues around him, all the way until the end. Chaeyoung returns after a while as well, taking a different seat at the edge of the couch, still outside the game but an active spectator. She doesn’t seem any different, even momentarily catching Hoseok’s eyes and giving him a non-committal smile, leaving him to ponder if he’s been imagining everything and that he’s probably had enough to drink tonight.

They say nothing to each other until the game ends and people begin dispersing, a few deciding to call it a night and head out. Hoseok goes to the kitchen to hydrate - if Jimin has taught him anything about the holy principles of drinking, it’s this - retrieving a bottle of water and chugging half of it when Chaeyoung enters.

“Hey,” she says, giving him the same vague smile. “How’s it going?”

He swallows uncomfortably. “Hey,” he replies, cringing a little at how fake it sounds. “I’m good. You holding up okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods and places her empty glass on top of the microwave. Somehow, even at the end of the night, her outfit and hair look untouched. He’s struck, once again, by how much older she looks among his high school classmates. 

“We were talking about my party earlier,” she reminds him, leaning against the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. “Do you remember when we were outside by the pool towards the end of the party? I was drinking and trying not to let Chan find out? Although, now I know he was busy with other stuff.”

Hoseok chuckles, albeit a little belatedly. This wasn’t what he was expecting. “Uh, yeah. Of course. It was some truly crappy vodka but it definitely got the job done.”

Chaeyoung laughs. “It did. And then that guy from our chess club - Eunwoo - he stumbled outside and -”

“Walked straight into the pool!” Hoseok snorts, the memory coming back to him all of a sudden in perfect clarity. “It took him, like, ten whole seconds to realise what had happened.”

“And then two of us and Sora tried to pull him out -”

“- but he was too heavy.” He shakes his head. “What chess player needs that much muscle, anyway? Didn’t he pass out after that?”

“Yeah, on the deck chair. We force-fed him some water and Sora ran inside to look for some food but he was out like a light by then.” She grins. “We kept using dog commands to try to get him to wake up.”

“Shit, we did.” Hoseok turns and leans back against the kitchen counter, feeling oddly cheerful at this random shared memory. “What were we thinking?”

“I don’t know.” She’s looking at the floor, a smile still lingering on her face. But she seems far away. “Do you remember what happened after that?” she asks after a moment.

Hoseok frowns slightly, nodding. “Yeah… he didn’t wake up so we put a towel over him like a blanket. You kept telling me I was doing it wrong, I think… you told me I wasn’t making hospital corners or something?”

Her expression doesn’t change, and the answer feels within reach. She bites her lower lip and it suddenly hits him.

He remembers - and so does she.

It’s like a black and white movie slowly being infused with colour, the shapes blurry and only disjointed sounds of drunken laughter remaining of the moment Chaeyoung had demonstrated the correct way to tuck a person in, watched in satisfaction as Hoseok humoured her and copied her, said good job, oppa with a flip of her long hair that smelled like summer, moved towards the bottle of vodka the same time that he did, and got kissed by her brother’s best friend.

Hoseok has to remind himself to breathe, knowing that the realisation is clear as day on his face. Chaeyoung doesn’t seem to know what to say either, but it’s obvious this is the answer she was looking for. She swallows and her gaze falls to the floor again, her jaw moving as though about to say something but thinking the better of it.

Hoseok had counted on her not remembering. All these years, in the absence of any acknowledgement of it, he thought the universe had possibly worked a miracle and erased her memory of his lapse in judgement. But even thinking it, he realises how ridiculous it sounds. Of course Chaeyoung would remember. She was no longer the annoying kid that worshipped him at her birthday party, but feelings like that didn’t just disappear without a trace. 

They are interrupted by a couple of people who barge into the kitchen, talking in loud, slurring speech and making a beeline for the carton of beer at Hoseok’s feet. He jumps out of the way and almost trips, but in the momentary commotion, Chaeyoung leaves the kitchen.

It takes Hoseok a while longer to do the same, emerging when the decibel level of the house is down to only a handful of voices. He doesn’t bother looking for her in the living room; instead, he goes straight to the French doors and opens them a crack to slip out to the poolside, the cold January air engulfing him like a straitjacket. He pulls his bomber jacket closer around him and raises the collar and jogs over to the deck chairs where Chaeyoung is seated, a pearly white woolen coat over her dress.

She turns and spots him just before he reaches her and gives him a slightly knowing look. He raises an eyebrow and she sighs, but moves the pile of towels from the neighbouring chair to make space for him. He sits and she changes her orientation so that they’re facing each other.

It takes her a few moments to meet his eyes, but he doesn’t start speaking until she does.

“Before you jump to any conclusions,” he begins, “I didn’t forget. I didn’t,” he repeats when Chaeyoung says nothing. “You know why I couldn’t take your name in there.”

It takes her a moment, but she gives him a single nod.

“Chanyeol doesn’t know - and he can never know. You are so far out of bounds that I - I can’t ever tell him.” He sighs and drops his head into his hands before raising it again. “And I don’t think you did either.” It sounds more like a question.

“Well, you’re still alive, aren’t you?” she murmurs sarcastically. “I don’t keep my brother updated on the boys I’ve kissed.” The word lingers in the air between them and for a moment, a summer breeze from years ago seems to premeate the frigid air.

“Well, thanks. I’ve always felt horrible about it.”

Chaeyoung scoffs quietly. “Wow.”

“No, not - not like that.” Hoseok sighs, sounding a little exasperated. “You know that’s not what I mean. I just… I know you felt… I know you had a thing for me,” he says quickly. “And I didn’t want to lead you on. And you were Chan’s sister and you were a kid…” He swears under his breath, as though reliving something all over again. “I felt like I was taking advantage of you.”

Despite her complicated feelings towards him right now, Chaeyoung can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. “Hoseok, I was eighteen - and one month,” she reminds him. “And we were both pretty drunk. You don’t have to feel guilty about that. Honestly, I’m surprised you even remember.”

“Of course I do,” he admits in a low voice. He bites his lip, not sure how to explain to her the extent to which he remembered, including the moment he ran into her at the liquor store, when she came over for a movie with  Chanyeol present - how every time he was around her, his jitteriness driven by an ancient guilt always threatened to make him blurt it out and apologise.

“I do remember,” he repeats. “And even though this may be long overdue… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never talked to you about it and… I’m sorry if I ever led you on. I never forgot. The only reason I haven’t said anything the last year is because… well, it seemed like you were okay. That maybe you forgot.”

Chaeyoung purses her lips, looking deep in thought. Then she opens her mouth, looking a bit hesitant. “Well… actually, I did forget.”

Hoseok stares at her blankly for a few seconds before shaking his head as though hoping to get water out of his ears. “I’m sorry - what?”

“Well, I didn’t forget like I erased it from my memory or anything,” she amends, rolling her eyes. “But I didn’t really think about it. I know it didn’t mean anything.”

“You -” He frowns. “But then why - I mean, it seemed like you were mad. Or - or hurt. Inside. Before.”

She cringes a little at how transparent her feelings apparently were. “I wasn’t mad that you didn’t count me in your little list back there,” she clarifies pointedly. “Because you’re right - Chanyeol won’t be thrilled about it. It’s not worth getting into that mess.”

“But you were mad because… you thought I forgot?” 

Chaeyoung takes a deep breath, the night coming back to her all over again. “I didn’t care that you forgot about the kiss, Hoseok. I cared that you seemed to forget everything else.” When his frown only deepens, she rolls her eyes again but much more self-consciously this time. “That night was the first time we ever… chilled. We just hung out, without Chan, without fighting… we just had fun. It felt a little like you’d forgiven me for being such a pain in the arse when we were kids,” she adds with a small shrug. “That’s why that night meant a lot to me. And why it bothered me when you said you didn’t remember it.”  

Hoseok’s eyes soften a bit as he processes this, and his apologetic, puppy dog expression almost makes her want to give him a hug.

“Oh,” he murmurs after a moment. “I had no idea.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

He nods, still watching her. The light from the pool reflects in waves across his face, making him look years younger - or maybe she’s simply imagining it.

“So, um -“ He clears his throat. “Coming back to the kiss… you really didn’t care about it? At all?”

“Not really. Come on, oppa, you never really made it a secret how you felt about me - and I don’t blame you,” she adds, shuddering a bit. “So, yeah, I get it. We had a bit to drink and kissed in the moment. It was an accident.” She tilts her head, hoping he believes her. “Don’t worry. You didn’t give me any wrong ideas. It meant nothing.”

Hoseok stares. “Nothing,” he repeats.

“Mm, no.”

“Not a thing?”

Chaeyoung blinks. “What’s happening right now?”

“Nothing,” he says immediately. “I know it didn’t mean anything. I was just checking that it didn’t mean anything to you, which, obviously… it didn’t.” He busies himself with a loose thread at the bottom of his jacket.

There’s a few moments of truly awkward silence during which Chaeyoung is too confused to move a muscle, until she spots him glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Okay,” she says loudly, standing up. “I think the party’s over. I’ve to go clean up before my parents get back home in the morning, which is in…” She checks her phone. “Five hours. Perfect.” She tucks it back in. “Do you know where Chanyeol is?”

“Uh, yeah… I think he went to drop Hayoung home,” answers Hoseok absently, still frowning.

“Cool.” She moves to go inside the house, hearing him follow her.

“I’ll help,” he offers when she gives him a questioning look.

“Thanks,” she says, pleasantly surprised. “Garbage bags are under the sink. I’ll go change and then I’ll start straightening the living room. I spent two weeks’ salary on this coat,” she explains sheepishly.

Just as she’s about to ascend the stairs, Hoseok calls her name again.

“Yeah?”

He observes her, looking somewhat troubled. “Was I… was I your first kiss?”

It’s not the question Chaeyoung was expecting. “Why?” She half-chuckles. “Would it make you feel better?”

“No,” he admits. “I don’t want to have taken your first kiss from you. I mean, that stuff… it should be with someone you actually care about.”

Always an open book, Hoseok’s conflicted feelings are as transparent as ever on his face. Chaeyoung is glad they’re a distance apart so she isn’t tempted to hug him again. 

“I was eighteen years old. Don’t most people have their first kiss way before then?” 

“That’s not an answer.”

Chaeyoung bites her lip, knowing he’s not going to let this go.

“No, Hoseok. You weren’t my first kiss.” She waits until he nods, looking only slightly placated. “I’m going to change now. I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for a response this time, she goes up the stairs, leaving him alone in the living room among the remains of Chanyeol's party.

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[skyrim-forever]

Yo Eve, my darling, give me a moon for the fall themed asks. Share all your secrets with me. <3

Hello Winter my queen <3 I would be glad to answer this!

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

This is going to be for Theodora as she is by far my most fleshed out oc.

Oh boy, so to start, Theo's parents were a pirate, her father Ricardo Viticius and a noblewoman Kassandra Ves. Her mom ended up running away with her dad when they fell in love, getting disowned from her family and breaking off her semi-arranged marriage. Her father had spent his life before meeting her as thief and eventually becoming a pirate, particularly raided slavers ships along the Coast of Morrowind and Black Marsh.

Theo was born off the coast of Senchal in 4E 177 26 Last Seed. Around two years later her mom goes overboard during a storm in Abeacan Sea. Theo does not remember anything about her and she finds even talking about her uncomfortable. Other women who try to be mother-figures to her cause her to lash out at them.

Ricardo never fully recovers but he is determined to be a parent as he never knew his own father. He decides to move permanently back to Anvil, the city he grew up in. Since the war destroyed the city, the East Empire Company has invested and made the city sort of a company town. Ricardo sees how their greed harms the city and how only the higher level officials have any measure of a good life; this causes him to focus his criminal enterprise against them. So Theo grows up with the backdrop of crime war. A lot of her youth was spent learning to fight and prepping to take over her father's work. Although some would say this was no life for a child, she thinks very highly of her dad. He kept her away from the very dangerous stuff, but he respected her and taught her many things about all of Tamriel due to his extensive travels.

Things come to ahead when mercenaries hired by the company head succeed in killing him, her uncle Elo Man-llu (uncle Elo is highkey my fav, iconic dunmer), and many of the crew. Theo is around 14 when this happens and she chooses to live with her friend Phy in Valenwood as they are very close and she's visited her often. They stay there until 18 when they leave for the Imperial City to try to make money and get revenge on the man who killed her family. Due to her father's criminal past (as well as him being a Great War draft dodger :P), her inheritance is seized by the Empire. She joins the Thieves Guild and becomes an Arena fighter in an attempt to gain fortune. Eventually she joins the Legion in Skyrim due to a bargain. The Empire gets the Dragonborn's service in exchange for clearing her father's name and her inheritance.

From ages 16-27, she heavily copes using alcohol, sex, fighting, and occasionally drugs (though that's more of Phy's thing). Most of it is coping with losing her father and uncle, the two people she looked up to the most, but there is also a lot of coping with the fact she's never had a mother and much of her childhood was surrounded by violence and tension. It's sort of a numbing the pain problem. She also has a tendency towards men who are terrible which include, but aren't limited to; a skooma smuggler, a Morag Tong assassin, and a married local official who funds her arena career! This gets a bit better once she starts doing Dragonborn duties mostly because she has less time to self-destruct. Originally she ran from it, only after the events of Dawnguard does she accept it and allow it to give her purpose. Though the newfound fame and expectations become difficult.

And the biggets secret she is trying to keep is orginally that she's sleeping with a Thalmor agent, and then that she's in love with said agent :P

Sorry for writing you a novel! Thank you so much for asking this question! There's a lot of thought put into her that I don't get to explore in fic because the Ondolemar brainworms haha. I just like them so much together you know :P

[asheanon]

What symbolic fruit are you ?

Apple

The apple is most commonly known for being associated with the forbidden fruit that Eve eats in Catholicism which casts her and Adam out of heaven: original sin. However, apples are also symbolic to Pagan fertility goddesses, the seeds of which are five and showcase a pentagram when cut horizontally. The apple in any case, represents wisdom and knowledge, independent desire and curiosity. You are someone who seeks to understand the world better. You believe in independent thought and asking questions which to some may be hard to answer. There's been times where you may have persecuted for being different from how others expect you to act, but have never let that stop you from speaking your mind and taking what you want. However, be wary of leaping into things you don't understand. Knowledge is a wonderful, illuminating thing, but knowing too much can be a burden to some.

tagged by: @tailoringtay (thank you for the tag, my dude! 💕)

tagging: @oomerkabaoo, @daffodilzae, @vinjaryou and whoever else may have a little guy (OC) who's feeling a bit fruity.~ 🍇🍒🍊🍍🍈

[definedbydaylight]

“Show Me Your Love”

A Matty Healy x OC Instagram AU

OC: Harper Flux Introduction⋆｡°✩

Harper Eve Flux||Writer and Artist

Harper Flux is an up and coming poetry writer who started posting small blurbs and poetry on Tumblr in high school and gained a small cult following.

She was born on April 20th 1996 in Rutland, Vermont.

She grew up loving music, books and art more than anything, alongside being an author, she’s an avid painter and a skilled pianist.

In school she participated in theatre, choir, and was an all honors student. She received multiple scholarship awards and decided to attend the University of Birmingham, in 2017 she graduated with a BA in English Literature and Creative Writing.

After living in England for 3 years she fell in love with the country and decided to plant her seed there and make it a place to call home, after spending a year back at home to save up money while she waited for her Visa approval, during this time she did multiple online interviews with publishing houses in the UK to secure a job for a future work visa, she was hired by Galley Beggar Press as a low level editor

In 2018 just a few weeks after her 22nd birthday she and her mother Heather packed up her whole life and flew to London, after spending a week with her daughter to help her settle in Harper’s mother returned to their family home in Vermont.

After 2 years of living in London she feels like she’s really made a place for herself, she lives in a small two bedroom flat with her cat; Boots.

We pick up with her here in this story! :)

FC: Luca Hollestelle!

Disclaimer:

Posts will probably be slow and not on a schedule also most of the photos I’ll be using for the AU probably won’t line up in chronological order of the real world but I’m going to ignore that cause I’m just lazy enough to not care :P

PLEASE ENJOY!!!

[legitimatesatanspawn]

I remember when KH first came out I was EXCITED for the possibility of what other FF characters would show up as plot OCs and minor cameos.

... then we got the OC Brigade of Organization XIII. BUT we got Seifer and Vivi in one-off scenes and the Prologue of KH2 had the rival/villains from SeeD as the asshole kid gang. AURON ACTUAL AURON had a major plot bit in Olympus! Tifa showed up... in a confusing manner. Yuna and her FFX-2 friends showed up as fairies!?

Then the existing FF characters got less screen time. BUT we got Zack in BBS who raised weird questions of Cloud's situation! DDD had TWEWY going on for some reason! ... and then it fizzled out. Except for Heartless boss fights in Chi like Kefka, Gilgamesh, and the classic Summons had their own Heartless (Shiva, Ifrit, Iron Giant, Titan, Leviathan, Ramuh). No I'm not counting Chi's Medals.

But really. Imagine if other FF games had their cast running around. Hell, imagine if it also had stuff like Live A Live, Chrono Trigger, the Bouncer, Treasure of the Rudras, Mana/SeikenDen, SaGa, Xenogears, Parasyte Eve, Einhander, Vagrant Story, or Breath of Fire. And that's just the Squaresoft side not even Enix! Although also not counting subsidiaries, merges/buyouts, or more specifically stuff made by previously Square people like Xenosaga, Xenoblade, Shadow Hearts, Blue Dragon, or Last Story.

So much fanfic fuel for the characters getting dumped or transposed into KH.

[general-kalani]

"... Wow he's incredibly delusional. Where's the nearest hospital when you need it. She doesn't even look close to being me and here the old man is believe she is me. What a delusional world he lives in."

[oq-der-na-telha]

Idk just a silly drawing lol

(am I the only one who noticed that Thomas is packing?)

[deputyash]

Dove Ash (FC5) | Phoebe Ash-Seed (FCND)

Vivian Wells (FCND) | Genesis Eve (FC5)

Valerie “V” (CP2077) | Evie Rivera (RDR2)

Tagged by @direwombat to do this picrew! Thank you!

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @harmonyowl @derelictheretic @peachyaliien @teamhawkeye @glowwormsmith @ri-a-rose @statichvm @cassietrn @shellibisshe @radiojamming @adelaidedrubman @cobb-vanthss @redreart @jacobsneed @jacobseed

[jellazticious]

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

(the main four of The Light Plaque)

ask list

Morter came from a discarded set of ocs. They are a pack of sibling sharks of seven and one of them is a purple goblin shark. One day, I tried making a steampunk design out of a random shark and picked Javelin (that is the shark's name) and I liked the design so much that I made a whole character out of it. That's how Morter is born

Cobalt is originally green and way snobbier than he is now because he was mainly inspired by Mike Wazowski 😭 In his second rewrite, he's made into an Arthur Hastings. Tragic character that was once a regular citizen who is about to be VERY aware about what the hell is going on. His design is also inspired by Atlas from Portal, Ricochet from Brawl Stars, and Snag from Long Gone Gulch. His eye screens is inspired by EVE from Wall-E and Generator Rex

Tastriphe is not based on any character but my hate in humanity back then. He was everything I wanted to do to people at the age from when I had no friends, yknow those vent drawings where you're just so angry that you draw violence on anonymous people? That's what he was. He's also like an angel oc outside TLP, the patron saint of catastrophe. His design tho? a kiwi straight up rjkbgrskjbgrs browns greens limes and dark spots to represent the seeds

Tak is heavily inspired by Valka from HTTYD. They're nothing but a mystery and Valka's first appearance in the movie shooked me to my core because I love how uncanny she moves while being compatible. Rafiki is also there in the list, just the nearly obnoxious weirdness while still being really wise. Admittedly, they were the stereotypical shut in crazy fortune teller who lives in a hut, which is why Tak has had a lot of redesigns and rewrites or they barely show up at all. The current Tak tho, don't worry about them, they're fine now while still retaining that uncanny and weirdness from the og without it being daft of me

[rainbowxocs]

(this reference is a little bit outdated, will update soon.)

TW: SEVERE CHILD ABUSE AND NEGLECT.

Remember: Ruthlessness is Mercy.

Name: Daisy, Daisy, Bell!

Old Patient Number: Patient 101. :|

Username: @daisydaisyanswer or Daisybell!! FRIEND ME ON ROBLOX XD

Special Titles: God of the Stars, God of Rot, God of Puppeteering, God of Static, Puppetmaster, God, Original Sin, Narrator, The Main Character, Shepard, Myth Hunter, Author, Director, Reaper.

Nobody can say I’m a “False God” now..

Old Special Titles: Puppet, False God, False Prophet, False Hope, Lost Soul, ERROR: 1 14 1, Daisy.EXE, Evren, Nurse Amelia, Mirror, Shadow, Vanilla, Nobody.

Nicknames: Daisy Mayzie, Apple, Queen Daisy,Queen of the Stars, Our Star, Miss Bell, Sweetpea, The Daisy, Star Child,Starshine, Watson, My Little Star, Star, Kiddo, Kid, Odysseus, Noob, Little Star, Star Keeper, Dear.

Mocking Nicknames: Eve, Real Ana, Bad Seed, Doll, Wicked Queen, Scapegoat, Sacrificial Lamb, Black Sheep, Pink Demon, Bad Apple, Wolf, Sheep, Ouroboros, Demon Child, Venus Flytrap.

I’ve been called every mean thing in the book.

Chronological Age: 25.

Age: 18!!

Pronouns: They/She!

Sexuality: Poly Lesbian!

Gender: Nonbinary, Glitchgender, Lostgender!

Species: Unstable Hybrid.

Hybrid Information: 25% Deity, 25% Simulacrum, 25% Litch/Reaper, 24% Nephilim (Seraphim/Original Sinner), 1% Star Child.

I’m like someone’s overpowered 2010 deviantart oc.

Operating System: She, genuinely and I mean this completely honestly. Runs on dial up Internet, do not use the landline around her by god- Otherwise though, she runs on Windows XP and has put herself in a MacG3 due to aesthetic reasons. She hates Apple software but loves their hardware so she made herself the best of both worlds. She also has a IBook G3 that follows the same principles.

Her form is also accessible via Roblox Studio. Daisy herself is the game that she resides in. She is the house, the ground, the void, the skybox, etc.

Daisy also somewhat acts like a virus if her files are put into technology. She will infect and take over any device she finds.

Everyone says most of my issues are because of my software but I think they’re just lame and don’t understand THE AESTHETIC.

Disorders: CPTSD, BPD, Insomnia, Autism, Pathological Lying OCD, Chronically Online (Literally), Suicide Ideation, Night Terrors, Dissociative Amnesia, Maladaptive Daydreaming, Anorexia, Conduct Disorder, Agoraphobia.

Autism Info: Daisy will sometimes go completely nonverbal.

Recovering Addictions: Self Harm, Alcohol, Cigarettes.

Physical Conditions: Chronic Pain, Migraines, Data Rot, Poor eyesight (Wears contacts, but will occasionally wear pink glasses.)

Religion: Devotee of Aculia.

Job: Radio Engineer, Paranormal Investigator, Author, Reaper.

Lives in: Hmm depends.. Sometimes I’m in my original house.. sometimes Floor 1, Section 1. Floor 9, Section 3, Subsection 1. But Irl I live in Wisconsin.

Speaks: English, Spanish, Fae, Demonic, Angelic, Ada, Morse Code, Ciphers, Wing Dings, Leet Speak, Lua.

Height: 5’8”

Race: White.

Ethnicity: Greek, [???]

Spirit Level: Acceptance.

Powers: Reality Manipulation, Plant Magic, Teleportation, Technology Manipulation, Hypnosis, Creation Magic, Ice/Snow Magic, "Resetting", Glitching/Static, General Video Game Logic, Generation Loss, Computer Viruses, Super Hearing, Divination, Flying, Star/Galaxy Magic, Memory Manipulation, Decay, Dreamwalking, Strings, Time Manipulation, Prey Drive, Healing, Portal Making, Illusions, Wish Granting, RNG Manipulation, Sensing, Future Vision.

I am sooo OP.

Weaknesses: Basic Starling Weaknesses, Basic Demon Weaknesses, Basic Litch Weaknesses, Basic AI weaknesses.

Special Weaknesses: Destroying her computer, Sleeping Potion, Emotional Manipulation, Poor Eyesight, Antivirus Software.

Weapons: Knives, Dual Wielding Swords (One being a linked sword that will glitch into a missing texture one named Genesis, and one being similar to a Darkheart named Eden. She also can use Excalibur. also occasionally uses a diamond sword for the lolz), Scissors, Bells, Sickles, Hyperlaser Gun, Subspace Tripmine.

I am like really good at sword fighting. It’s actually one of my favorite hobbies..

Wand: Magical Wand made out of crystal.

Magical Items: Speed Coil, Necronomicon, General Occult Supplies, Several Storybooks, The “Holy” Grail, Tool Gun.

Strings Form: Either appears as a pink cube, or as red glowing strings in normal cats cradle form.

Puppets Form: She either has them as traditional marionettes or as plushies of her puppets.

EVERYBODY is my puppet. Hehe.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Text Color: Pink!!!! (Sometimes Black, Sometimes Red.)

Main Animal: Black Kiwi Birds, Raccoons, Sheep, Goats, Axolotls.

Hobbies: Painting/Drawing, Gardening, Sewing, Singing, Sculpting, Writing, Doll/Puppet Creating, Video Games, Lost Media, Xylophone, Piano, Acting, Hunting, Sword Fighting, Building Stuff, Fishing, Coding, Guitar, Death Games, Puzzles, Cardjitsu, Bracelet Making, Lyre.

Diet: Can eat normal human food, but due to her condition has to eat.. unconventional… animals.. occasionally…

Favorite Drink: Almond Water, BSODA, Apple Sleepytime Tea, Witches Brew, Grape Juice, Apple Juice, Hot Chocolate, Strawberry Milk.

Favorite Meal: Musubi, Bacon Soup, Cheeseburger, Sour Dough Bread, Pepperoni Pizza, Roblox Cheese Pizza, Mac and Cheese, Cheesy Bacon Parsley Scrambled Eggs w Ketchup and Strawberry Jam Toast, Pasta in General, Tacos, Waffles, Meatballs, Any Sushi.

Favorite Snacks: Potato Chips, Zesty Bars, Apples, Popcorn, Communion Wafers, Pomegranates.

Favorite Candy: Bubble Gum, Gummy Bears, Halloween Candy, Chocolate Coins, Jawbreakers, Lollipops, Konpieto.

Favorite Dessert: Black Forest Cake, Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie, Turkish Delights, Chocolate & Strawberry Icecream, Apple Pie, Icecream Cake, Angel Food Cake, Minecraft Cake, Roblox Cake, Tagalongs.

Favorite Flower: Daisies, Roses, Poppies.

Favorite Number: 6.

Favorite Stars/Constellations: Orion, Big Dipper, North Star.

Favorite Roblox Games: Work at a Pizza Place, Build to Survive, It Girl, Dress to Impress, Zombie Attack, Make a Cake, The undead coming, Regretavator, Roblox NPCS are becoming smart, Get a Snack at 4 am, SCP 3008, Doors, Sword fights on the heights, Untitled Tag Game, Shovelware's Brain Game.

Scent: Old TV, Decaying Earth, Plastic, Strawberry Shortcake Dolls, Daisies.

Handedness: Ambidextrous.

Blood Color: Glittery Pink, Sometimes Red, Sometimes Static.

Awareness: VERY Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: December 20th 1999! (I am a Sagittarius!!)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Fact: The authors will always betray you. Remember that.

Special Interests: Roblox, Computers, Philosophy, My Little Pony, The Internet, Greek Mythology, Radios, The Sims, Portal, FNAF, Papa’s Pizzeria, Dogman, Creepypasta.

Comfort Objects:

Stuffed Animals: Several Teddy Bears including two Teddy Bloxpin (one of which was given to her by Ebro), a Freddy, and a Gloomy Bear. Fuggler, Nyan Cat Plush, Twilight Sparkle Plush, Cheshire Cat Plush.

Dolls: Broken Baby Doll, Princess and the Pauper Barbie Dolls, Cloe Bratz Doll, Draculaura Doll, Pinkie Cooper Doll, Kirsten American Girl Doll, Scraps Lalaloopsy, Strawberry Shortcake Doll, Apple White Everafter High Doll.

Toys: Veggie Tales Figures, Various LPS.

Technology: Idog, Furby, IPod, Typewriter, Radio.

Misc: Earmuffs, Heated Twilight Sparkle Blanket, Medal, Love you forever Book.

Stims: Does a lot of computer based stims. Like resetting herself, using her generation loss power, buffering. She also likes to control things with her powers, and play with her comfort objects. She does a lot of physical stimming like bouncing and spinning But also has a collection of stim toys. She also likes to collect and burrow things like a raccoon.

Stim Toys: Rubber Duck, Bouncy Ball, Flipphone (usually plays Tetris, Snake, or Minesweeper.), Tamagotchi, Magic 8 Ball, Beyblade, Snowglobe, Fidget Spinner, Puppets, The Strings, Matches, Groan Tube, Rubik's Cube, Mini Team Beacon, Slime, Companion Cube.

Soul: Wrinkled Pink Mushroom, Devil's Fingers Mushroom. (Can also be a pink flame or her emblem.)

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Models: LINK

Voice Claims: (Has a few different voice claims.)

Ena from Joel G (Feminine Voice) (This is her human/masked voice.)

GlaDOs from Portal (Unmasked Voice)

Cyn from Murder Drones (AI voice, Bluescreen Voice.)

Animal Jam, Club Penguin, Ponytown Avatars:

Minecraft Skin (Made by Sotomania! : D), Webkinz Avatar, Pixie Hollow.

(Would also have a Moviestarplanet Avatar but It will NOT let me log in >:() (Also would have a Pink Acara Neopet)

Relationships:

Daisy has a bit of strange way of viewing the people she surrounds herself with. She bases it on how much she “trusts” the person. Depending on your trust level with Daisy she will react to you differently.

(The highest amount a character can get is 99.9%, She always leaves room for error. If your character isn’t here send me an ask and I’ll tell you.)

(THIS IS CURRENTLY BASED ON 17 YEAR OLD DAISY AND NOT 25 YEAR OLD DAISY. SO KEEEP THAT INNN MINDDD. I’ll update this after the myth is over to show her current levels.)

Family:

Camilla Liddell (Biological Mother) (1%)

Cosmo Samsa (Biological Father) (2%)

Radio Bell (Adoptive Father) (99.8%)

Venus Bell (Adoptive Father) (10%)

Dayfare (Adoptive “Uncle”, Devotee.) (99.9%)

Ozymandias (Adoptive Uncle) (90%)

Daniel Crane (Adoptive Uncle) (90%)

Ebrofour (Adoptive Father.) (70%)

Zailyn (Adoptive Mother) (70%)

Jessa (Adoptive Mother) (99.9%)

Lamentia (Adoptive Aunt) (70%).

Gratifying Days (Adoptive Brother) (90%)

Zandeee (Adoptive Sister) (80%)

Alice (Adoptive “Twin” Sister) (60%)

Emily Bell (Adoptive Sister) (10%)

Best Friends: Mouse ThoroughGood (85%), Asa (80%), Courtney (70%), Jose (50%), Alex (99.9%), Bobby (70%), Kenzie (70%).

Friends: Lancia (70%), Midnight (50%), Mrepic (50%), Sotomania (50%), Marcid (50%), Star (70%), Hemlock (5%), Gregory (50%.), Sleuth (50%), Pete (50%).

Weird Grey Area: Ebrofive (1%)

Old Friend: Elijah (She misses him.)

Puppets: Aculia, Valem.

Romance:

Aculia (Girlfriend, Patron.) (99.9%)

Eyeris Cataract (Crush.) (10%)

Pets:

Mel (Three Eyed, Brown Cat.)

Star (Black and White Cat.)

Bread (Shiba Inu)

Barker (Wobbledog)

John (Green Giant Frog.)

John 2# (Pink Giant Frog w Crown)

Unihorsey (Purple and Pink Unicorn with Rainbow Mane.)

Roomba (Roomba)

Descendant of: Eris.

Brief Personality: Daisy is quite odd, She seems to act like a teenager from the early 2000s, and because of that a lot of her language is incomprehensible. She is quite possessive and controlling, she was so used to being in control of every little part of her world that now that she is in the real world she has no clue how to handle it. She is trying to be normal and likable so much that it’s almost to her detriment. However she is very sweet when her thoughts don’t consume her.

Brief Backstory:

If you were to ask Daisy what her past was like, you would only get bits and fragments. She would rather bury the past than to dwell on it too much. But, A long time ago, in a place far far away. A little girl named Ana was born. Ana was born out of wedlock to her mother Camilla and her highschool sweetheart, Cosmo.

The two of them lived in a small rural town, mostly made up with farms, a church, and a few mom and pop shops around. Ana however, didn’t know about all of that. Camilla hid her pregnancy from her family and friends, and ended up moving a little ways out of town to a cabin in the woods. This is where Ana grew up for the rest of her life.

Camilla, in order to hide the child and not cause herself to be ostracized by her community: locked Ana inside the house. Ana was not allowed to go outside or go to school or do much of anything. Ana spent most of her childhood trapped in her room, as going anywhere outside of her room almost always meant some sort of punishment from her mother.

Camilla was very neglectful, It’s a miracle that Ana survived as long as she did. Ana was barely fed, one of the only things she was allowed to eat was apples because her mother never noticed them missing. Ana did not have many possessions, her mother however occasionally did give her a gift or two.

Camilla taught Ana how to read using The Bible, Ana was actually very intelligent for her age, after Camilla taught her the basics she gave up on the whole thing, but Ana was able to read the Bible cover to cover. Ana devoured any information she could get her hands on, she slowly taught herself how to draw and how to write.

Her mother would buy her crayons and paper occasionally to keep her busy, and she would draw and write stories about far off lands and princesses and unicorns. She loved to create things. Camilla eventually bought her a few toys, including a doll, which also helped her create stories and such.

One day, Ana was wandering around the house, and saw her mother on the computer. Ana was fascinated with it, she watched her mother from a far, until Camilla picked her up and sat her on the lap while she surfed the web.

Ana loved that computer. She would beg her mom to search up random things and go on random websites. Camilla eventually gave up her old computer to Ana when she got her new one. This opened up a whole new world for Ana, she could play games like Roblox and Animal Jam, and she could google any question she wanted without annoying her mother.

When she was eight years old, she was completely obsessed with Roblox, she loved being able to talk to other kids and play fun games. She was able to teach herself how to type by her obsessive googling and talking to other people. She would take apart the few things she owned, like a music box to see how they worked. She was fascinated with making things.

She would make Roblox games, building houses and horror games for her online friends to play. She felt seen, for the first time in a long time. There were actual people who wanted to talk with her and play with her. She would play the game for hours and hours. It gave her an escape from everything. She could ignore the hunger, she could ignore the loneliness. She was in her own little world.

She created her own little character she named Daisy Bell. After the song. Daisy could do anything. Daisy could fly, Daisy could have a family, Daisy could go to school, Daisy was everything Ana couldn’t be. Ana was just a stupid little girl, she thought.

One week, when Ana was nine years old. She and her mother got into an argument. Which was normal. But something in her mother snapped. She told Ana that she was going away forever, she was going on a vacation and she couldn’t come. Because she was a mistake. She was the reason her life had been ruined. She wish she had never had Ana.

Camilla locked Ana in her room, and left her. That was the last time Camilla would see her daughter for a long while. Ana at first, thought she would come back. This had happened before when Camilla was angry with her, but she waited. And waited. And she ran out of food. She was starving. She tried playing on her computer to ignore it, and writing in her diary.

She began to hear a voice from outside her window, it was attempting to coax her out of her room. It promised her that she was safe, and that it was a friend. Eventually the hunger got to be too much. She tried breaking down the door, but she was too weak. But then she had an idea. She googled how to pick a lock, and was able to escape her room.

So, in her pajamas, she set out for into the snowy forest around her. She wandered for what felt like hours, she was so cold. She wandered and wandered until she came across a train, with a tall shadowy figure standing in front of it.

He comforted the child as she died of hypothermia. He told her that he could give her a world of her own. That he could make her a god, he could give her friends, family, anything she could ever want. As long as she ate the apple.

She of course, accepted. What a wonderful birthday present. She thought. A world of my own. She spent her tenth birthday with what she would now know as “The Cultivator”, her new best friend, and guardian.

The Cultivator taught Ana, now named Daisy. How to use her new powers. She was able to bend reality to her will, he told her that whatever she wanted would appear to her. He asked her what she wanted to make first. She made an apple. Which amused him.

He left her alone with a large empty void. And she began to create her own world.. except.. It didn’t go well at all. Missing textures. Everything fell apart when she built it. Even the premade stuff the cultivator had made for her fell apart in her hands. She collapsed into a pile of bricks. She felt so alone. What if the cultivator got rid of her?

Someone, however. Approached her. As if to answer her loneliness. She created an “NPC”, her name was Mouse. Mouse became Daisy’s best friend, Daisy finally had someone to talk to besides the cultivator and herself. Mouse told her stories about far off lands and adventures she had been on. Mouse told her that she goes where people needed her.

Mouse would disappear in and out of Daisy’s life. Sometimes she would be gone for a few minutes, a few months, a year. Daisy began to grow up, in her own way, slowly becoming a teenager. Mouse taught Daisy how to play the xylophone, and rediscover her love of Piano. Mouse also helped her with how to make her world as semirealistic as possible. She helped Daisy make a cat companion, and taught her how trees work.

Daisy worked hard, creating her dream world. A place that was completely perfect, her very own paradise. Except, one day. She was sitting in the middle of her living room, drawing. Cultivator hadn’t visited in a couple of days, Mouse a couple of months. She was alone, with her thoughts, just like she had been for six years now. She felt.. so very alone..

She was in paradise. But she was still so alone.. a sort of static began to surround her, her mind was racing, she gripped her hair with her hands almost pulling it out. The static whispered to her like a friend, It told her how awful she was, how she deserved punishment, she deserved this.

Until, She heard a knock at the door. Snapping her out of her state. It was.. a new NPC? A new person to play with? She giddily ran over to them, showing them her house, her cat, anything she could think of. She finally had someone to chat with, to talk to. Maybe even forever.. But.. the NPC eventually had to leave..

And so did most every NPC after them. They would come, they would leave, they would come, they would leave. Daisy wondered if there was a way to make them stay forever.. Why couldn’t they just stay with her forever..

[working on the rest, unfortunately you can’t draft an already posted reference lol]

[hazbin-rp-finder]

For the sideblog ' @blooms-of-sin-from-apple-seeds '

The character is meant to be Eve, heavily headcanoned due to practically nothing being known about her.

Ships - Don't matter to me, I'm not actively searching for any.

I don't mind roleplaying with canons and/or ocs - although I would prefer if there was some tie between them (e.g. spoke in Heaven).

My preference for roleplays is at least two sentences, but I can go off into small paragraphs if I find the creativity to. I don't ask for the same from the other party, just being able to write two lines is enough.

Plans for any roleplays: As of right now, I don't have plans. I am up for discussion, though.

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OC's as Other Characters

Tagged by: @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman and @strafethesesinners thank you! uquiz here <3

Tagging: @voidika @shegetsburned @jacobsneed @dumbassdep @deputy-sennaviste @purplehairsecretlair @strangefable @direwombat @derelictheretic @joseph-seeds-manbun @josephseedismyfather and anyone else who wants to! Sorry to anyone I missed/doubled/etc!

I went with the top 10, although I don't recognize all of them.

April Ludgate (Parks and Recreation): 84% Darlene (Mr. Robot): 83% Rue Bennett (Euphoria): 83% Marla Singer (Fight Club): 82% Janis Ian (Mean Girls): 82% Fleabag (Fleabag): 82% Powder (Arcane): 82% Jane Margolis (Breaking Bad): 81% The Joker (The Dark Knight): 81% Eve Polastri (Killing Eve): 81%

Mufasa (The Lion King): 83% Amenadiel (Lucifer): 83% Henry Reagan (Blue Bloods): 83% Li Mu Bai (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon): 83% Captain America (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 82% Charlie Carson (Downton Abbey): 81% Eric Taylor (Friday Night Lights): 81% Dembe Zuma (The Blacklist): 81% Frank Reagan (Blue Bloods): 80% Eddard Stark (Game of Thrones): 79%