#ooc: or environmental stress

[halffootguildofficial]

Heyyy, Chilchuck . . Did you order flowers —

Kabru pulls out a bouquet of them out from behind his back, offering them to the half-foot. He's smiling, but it's different from the normal charmer one he's out on in front of the man thus far. It's sheepish, almost.

I . . you saw, I had a little too many than I really knew what to do with. They literally buried me, I didn't exactly want them to go to waste. Thought maybe you could make use of them, decorate the shop a bit more.

— @ask-utayaboy

Chilchuck is entirely unprepared to be gifted a bouquet of flowers out of the blue, especially not from Kabru of all people. Red crops up across his face, and he's staring at the flowers in question. Evidently they mean something to him.

"...Rosebay Willowherb...?"

"It's- not a shop," Chilchuck grumbles eventually, but he's reaching out to take the bouquet of flowers anyways. He's flustered and doesn't quite know how to deal with it, so it comes out as something a little harsh. "I don't even know where I'm going to put these... Or if I have a vase to put them in...."

He turns to go and look for one, but then pauses and looks back to Kabru. His expression shifts through several emotions, embarrassment, confusion, frustration... Evidently, he's not quite sure what to do with himself.

"...Uhm. Thanks. For the flowers."

[glitter-stained]

"Jason not arguing/compromising in this situation is OOC because his stress response is fight" okay but stress response is context dependent, both environmental context (nature of the threat) and hormonal context (ie amount of cortisol currently in the body at that moment). And also the difference between fawn (aka the response used in negociation) and the other three stress responses (fight flight and freeze) is that fawn is a much higher response that requires higher cognitive function, social cognition etc. (which he has a looot of considering his life story), but also takes more time, so while Jason's immediate bodily reaction could be to gear up for an argument, he also completely has the abilities to evaluate that this is not the best strategy for his goals, especially since, while he is a very emotional character, he does also have impulse control and can be very (very very very) patient with his strategies (that man has some incredible impressive levels of inhibition sometimes, seriously utrh!jason wtf). And also people have the ability to learn, both in terms of complex reasoning, simple pathways and on a biological level, it's also very possible that after being stuck on fight mode for so long and getting hit after hit after hit (being caretaker for his mom and then himself as a little kid in a classist and violent environment, his mom's death, malnutrition, the general stress of being on the streets, M'a gunn, (skipping on Robin because of meta stuff to stick to the things everybody would agree are important stressors), his dad's death, exposed vey closely to sexual violence at 15 (at oldest, not even getting into the csa hc he already has sexual trauma), exposed to direct violent death at 15, being betrayed and sold out (does that count as trafficking?) by his biological mother (whomst he had attached himself to), being beaten + very brutally murdered, digging himself out of his fucking grave, getting hit by a fucking car (talk about overkill) being in the streets catatonic and still fighting, being in the league catatonic and still fighting, waking up to your life having been extraordinarily upheavaled, being told "you remain unavenged" and then pushed off a fucking cliff (even ignoring the brutality of that fucked up kiss because my talia is not a rapist), being sent to teachers and having (from his pov) to kill said teachers, to honestly all of utrh especially the final confrontation ending with a near death experience.... I mean, wouldn't you be tired? Even just cutting it off at utrh, wouldn't you be tired of fight mode? Jason's resilience is incredible, but resilience is neither a personality trait nor an infinity resource, you electrocute a dog often enough and it stops trying to jump out. And do I have to say anything, from a biological pov, psychological pov, from any pov really, about the events of Gotham War and The Man who Stopped Laughing? Because Bruce literally rewrote Jason's dna (which makes no fucking sense but whatever) to modify his stress response, he was quite literally forced on freeze mode, and Joker got him functional by rewriting those extreme amounts of stress as funny. At this point what makes the most sense is for Jason's stress response to be painful, uncontrollable bursts of laughter. I'm sorry if this sounds aggressive, I just really really like talking about psychology applied to character analysis and I'm not trying to be patronizing or anything, I just thought "hey I don't quite agree with that and that's an interesting conversation" and then the brain bees took over

[legoflowrs]

HEAD CANNONS:

cw: tiny bit of nsfw, drug use, abuse, drinking, smoking

AGED UP TO 18 PEOPLE!!!

Kenny McCormick

- Kenny has a southern twinge thanks to his parents. They moved from Texas early on into Kenny’s life but thanks to always being surrounded by it he inherited it.

- Kenny works at least 2 jobs for most of high school. He has always been financially independent and wants to make sure he can take care of Karen.

- Lowkey a mamas boy always felt bad for Carol and tried to help her when he could.

- His Dad never hit him but he has always been pretty emotionally and verbally abusive, especially when he was drunk.

- This doesn’t deter Kenny from drinking but he’s the complete opposite of his Dad when he’s drunk. Kenny is a nice drunk, telling all his friends how much he loves them.

- Kenny has done all the piercings he has himself. Definitely had at least 6 in each ear and he’d probably have shark bites as well as a nose ring.

- Kenny LOVES tattoos. He’s done a few stick and pokes on himself but he met someone who did a professional one on him. He saved up for ages to get it. It’s a lark tattoo which is Karen’s favourite bird. He got it on his forearm.

- Karen is super into helping animals so every Saturday Kenny drives her to the animal shelter.

- His favourite cookie is snickerdoodles because his Grandma used to send them to his family every Christmas before she passed away.

- He has a truck that’s his passion project. I genuinely believe he went into a mechanic’s apprenticeship when school finished. He’s very smart and very handy with tools as he had to fix a lot of shit growing up.

- Kenny skates a lot. It’s a good stress reliever and it gives him adrenaline without the danger of him dying.

- Speaking of which he is still immortal but he got smarter with it when he grew up.

- I firmly believe in pansexual Kenny supremacy! He doesn’t care who you are if he likes you he likes you.

- WOLF CUT KENNY!!!!!

-Thrifting god! He’s what every tik tok girlie wants to be. I head cannon he goes thrifting with Heidi cause she’s super environmentally conscious.

- He’s friends with everyone! I think as they grew older he became super close with Stan. They bond over their shitty family’s.

- Eased up with the drugs over time after Karen found him after he overdosed in their bathroom once. Usually sticks to weed.

- Has hooked up with Henrietta (she thinks he’s the only somewhat okay conformist in south park and they usually smoke together after), Bebe (this caused a massive rift between him and Clyde), Red once or twice and Tammy.

- He flirts around a lot but doesn’t sleep around as much as people think.

- He would be extremely respectful in a long term relationship but he just hasn’t found the time to take care of anyone other than himself and Karen.

- Loves camping!!! He is very rugged and keen on doing heaps of stuff outdoors since he didn’t have that much to entertain himself growing up.

- Listens to all types of music but especially loves soft rock! It helps him mellow out.

- Would move out with Stan! Until him and Kyle started dating.

- Great with kids !!

- He pushed Stan to confess his feelings for Kyle and to this day takes credit for their relationship!

- Regularly works out! Made a makeshift home gym and Stan and Kyle join him often.

- Distanced himself from Cartman after he realised what a piece of shit he was.

- Was Majorines biggest support when she transitioned! They are super close and Kenny has a very soft spot for her.

- Hangs out with Craig to smoke and they talk about life (a little OOC for Craig but whatever lol).

- Kenny has a scar on his left eyebrow from the first time he died. It never went away and serves as a permanent reminder that he should be more careful.

- Defs a MILF lover lol.

- Drinks oat milk, Heidi put him into it.

- Him and Karen went vegetarian for a while!

- Super sporty, played football for a while but dropped it when he got bored. Stuck with track for most of high school.

- Smart but didn’t apply himself at school! Would skip often and was the guy everyone hated to be in group projects with.

- Plays the base. Did a stint with Stan in a band for a while. They still regularly play with Marj and Jimmy just for fun.

- A GOD at multiplayer video games. No one wants to verse him anymore.

- Still has his collection of playboys lol. Too attached to throw them out but would die if Karen saw them (she has seen them).

- Country music is his guilty pleasure.

- Smokes cigs but switched to vaping when Karen complained about the smell.

- Played Ice Hockey with Stan for a while.

- Was in the wedding party for both Creek and Style.

- Pre Karen complaining about the smell of cigs he smelt like cigarettes, motor oil and cinnamon.

Kenny in a relationship

- Physical touch!!!!!! That’s his main love language. Would always have his hands on your waist, the small of your back, holding your hand, stroking your hair!!

- He also loves acts of service. Your milk is running low? He runs to the store and tops it up. Light bulb went out? Changes it without even being asked.

- He’s pretty experienced with sex. Loves giving and making you feel good. It’s pretty much a reward for him.

- Whole heartedly loves you, would never even consider cheating. Super loyal!

- Loves going to the drive ins for a date! It was his first date with you and he has a soft spot for it.

- You cook and he cleans!!

- Wants to be friends with your friends and wants you to like his friends. His world is yours too when you guys are dating.

- You babysit Karen often even though she’s older now. I definitely think she’d love having a sort of older sibling to go to.

- Whenever Kenny sees you with Karen he gets instant baby fever lol and often you know what ensues.

- You bought him a record player for his birthday and he just about died. You guys slow danced for hours.

- He will be there any time of day or night to pick you up.

- I think he’ll know pretty early on he wants marriage. Keeps it to himself for a while until you guys have been in a committed relationship.

- Loves seeing the little fashion shows after you go shopping he thinks it adorable.

- Gotten to the point where if you aren’t in bed with him he doesn’t really sleep well.

- I think he has an anxious attachment style but that’s definitely worked on!

- Will take you camping even if you don’t like it lmao.

- Makes you a playlist on a CD because he’s an old man.

- Uses your body wash cause he’s a cheap bitch….

- Loves breakfast in bed.

- Would have double dates with y’all and Style and Creek occasionally.

- You get on with Majorine like a house on fire. At first you were very insecure of her because you knew at one point Kenny had a thing for her but he’s actually good at reassuring you, that you’re the one he wants.

- You guys aren’t prefect, when y’all fight it can be explosive and he usually goes for a drive but he can’t stop thinking about it.

- Decided to go to couples therapy when you got engaged to work some things out before y’all committed to marriage.

- Obsessed with you lol 10/10 partner.

A/N: first post kinda nervous lmao. kenny is my fav love him to bits. idk if any of these are kinda OOC but this is just for funsies! Also added his moodboard slay vibes.

[fawnsflowerbed]

Hello, You (Part One) || Dark Leon Kennedy x Reader

(I KNOW I'M DOING REQUESTS BUT THIS IDEA HIT ME LIKE A BUS AND I WROTE IT ALL OUT IN A FEW HOURS SO TAKE IT)

MASTERLIST HERE!

You're something special, something Leon's never noticed before. And he's willing to do anything to make you his. You're connected, don't you know that?

Warnings/content: I WOULD CLASSIFY THIS AS A SEMI DARK FIC, suggestive language and allusions so NO MINORS THANK YOU KINDLY, fem reader, Y/N used, from Leon's perspective, mention of violence, OOC RE6 Leon, very stalker vibes.

This is inspired by the Netflix series 'You'.

Word count in full: 3K estimate

So here’s a face I’ve never seen before. In all of my years working here I’ve never once seen anyone like you. Everyone else in every other division either looks miserable or hungover from celebrations after assignments came to a close. But you don’t look the type. So, who are you?

No, you’re different. You’re not here for the cheap coffee and bland conversations between checking records, you’re here for the job. I can see it in the way you scan over every file individually on that screen. You’re an intelligent creature, aren’t you? Investigative, a sleuth if you will.

You don’t look upset about your position even though you clearly deserve better, you look at peace with it. Something’s stressing you outside of your work and you want, no, need, an easy occupation to work through.

You’re not like anyone I’ve seen before, and for some reason I’m drawn to you. More than I’ve ever been to anyone. I’ve only just seen you and now I want to know more.

You’re not trying to look good while you’re here, but you also don’t want to look unkept. Your hair’s just slightly messed up, you’ve been working hard today. There’s pen ink staining your pointer finger so you clearly proofread your notes too much. An overthinker. You take pride in your work. No you’re not looking for attention, but you’d like a bit. I can tell from your choice of jewellery, the little decisions you made on smaller details.

A single silver chain necklace with a lily hanging from it. Just like that ring on your middle finger, that delicate one with a band filled with the phases of the moon. Environmentally attracted. Not enough to weigh down your outfit, but enough to catch the eye of someone looking a little closer. Someone like me.

From your foot out to the side I can see your favour in self expression. You’re not wearing some tacky skirt up at your thighs hoping some braindead dickhead will try to sneak a look at your panties and ask you out on a date. You’re in jeans that fit you snug enough to be comfortable, but also just enough to let the imagination wander if someone really wanted it to.

And I think I want it to. Plus you’re pairing it off with some fun socks that you clearly wear just for yourself. You still want it to be you under the faded green screen light of the monitor.

The best part in all of this is you’re not twirling your hair and staring at me like I owe you something. Like I’m nothing but meat to you. I mean you haven’t even realised I’m here yet. And then you’re looking at me, through me.

Hello, you.

“Hey, you need anything?” Only for you to keep looking at me like that. I think I could actually die happy if I were looking at that face as it all came to an end. I’d get pummelled by monsters all over again if it were to save you. “Yeah, uh, Brooks sent me down here to grab some intel we got.” And you give me a smirk. Not out of snark or cruelty, but because you’re now hooked on my works. You want to know what I need. You’re a giver. I can tell. “You gonna tell me who on or do you want to search the database yourself for the next three hours?” You’re funny. You’re genuinely funny and that smirk seems to grow into a proper grin when you see my own smile form. I told you, you’re a giver. I know you already and we’ve barely said a word to each other.

It’s a clear sign there’s something here.

“As fun as that sounds, I think that’s more your specialty. Mikaela Reid, if it hopefully doesn’t take three hours.” Now your smirk is cocky. Brighter, a touch of mischief. You're mischievious. You know I know you love your work and you’re not even questioning. Because thanks to the years of training you instantly know I’m good at reading people. What you don’t know is I’m reading deeper into you than I ever have with anything else. Your fingernails are cut clean, and you type like you’ve been doing this for years. You’re so focused, those teeth biting into your lips as you scan through file after file. It must be a habit, because now I’m noticing a crease in those lips from how often you’ve done it. “Looks like we got a report in a day ago, is this who you’re looking for?” You give me this look. One that’s an invite, an invite for me to walk between your cluttered desk and the empty one next to you stacked with files people obviously expect you to get done for them to slide up behind you. And I will gladly take that invitation.

I wonder just how obvious it is that I’m not looking at this bioterrorist too closely when I lean over your shoulder, I’m too busy looking at you. You know you’re amazing from afar but up close like this you’re nothing short of breathtaking. Just the way you exist takes my breath away. “Yep, that’s her. Recognize that scar over the neck.” “Says she got taken into custody a few hours ago, I can send this through to your personal database if you want to look into it further. Maybe do your own detective work?” Your voice is so soft. Just the way you talk has me enthralled. How every syllable seems to fall so perfectly into place, how you pace out your nouns and adjectives. You make me love English. You make me love words.

“I’d appreciate it.” “Well if the Leon Kennedy appreciates it, it must be worth it.” Don’t say my name like that. Like it means something. Like you have to please me or praise me to get something.

You already have me and I don’t even know your name. “Well it’s definitely worth it if it means I get to talk to the…” It’s a subtlety, a hint I’m dropping that I really really hope you’ll catch. Either that or I sound like an idiot. “The Y/N L/N, hidden treasure of the DSO.” And you’re sarcastic too. Funny, smart, sarcastic, drop dead gorgeous.

Even if you said it as if it were a lie you really are a hidden treasure, Y/N. I’m already ready to drop down onto one knee. I’ve got your name now, and looking at your face it really does suit you. I mean sure I knew it already from your name badge, but some people just use the spare ones from the old break room to avoid the board breathing down their neck. But you didn’t do that, you were sincere. I’m sure your face will suit our kids, too.

“You must be, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here.” I hope that was the right thing to say. Maybe I was too forward, or rude. God, how long have you worked here? Did I just fuck this up? But you laugh at it, just a touch. Enough to make your chest bounce, and as perverted as that may seem it wasn’t because I was staring at it. I’m just staring at all of you in hopes of not getting caught. “Yeah well people like you don’t usually come down here. It’s usually Helena, or- or some intern Hunnigan shoots over.”

Christ, people like me? Is that how you see me? Some stuck up broad who only focuses on the missions, who works just to get more work done? Someone whose status is more than them as a person? You’re killing me over here, Y/N. Let me take you out to dinner, show you who I am behind the jobline. Treat you how you should be treated. And you’re talking again. “But no, I’ve only been working here a few months.”

Long enough to hear about me, though. And to make me feel better about not recognising you. That won’t happen again. I’m studying every feature like it’s notes before my next mission. You’re my next mission. You're something special. You've got the DSO's pride and joy eating right out of the palm of your dainty little hand.

And frankly I'm loving every second of it. “You seem to pick up the slack well for someone so new.” “Well, I’m flattered.”

Of course you are. Because no one has taken the time to appreciate you and the work you put in despite being hidden in a dark corner of the workplace. I could do that for you. “And for good reason. Well, hidden treasure, I’ll let you get back to your work." "Thank you kindly." Even more sass, god you're a catch. "I look forward to your contribution to my detective work.” You give me that smile one last time and I’m already signing the court papers. I would marry you in a shitty community church if it meant seeing that smile daily.

You’re smart, I know that. I can tell by how you keep eye contact with me before I turn to leave the room. But not that smart. Not smart enough to hear your phone hit the carpet as you exit the building, listening to some type of music over an old mp3 player through cheap earbuds. Maybe you like it classic. I’ll get you better ones soon, I swear. It’s even better that you’re distracted and you leave late, later than everyone else so you can’t see me follow in your steps a few seconds later to take your phone. I’ll return it, trust me I will.

Just once I know what I need to know.

Smart, but not smart enough to password protect your phone. God, after working through encrypted files and protected records for months how can you not password protect your phone, Y/N? What if some creep had found it? Some animal who’d use this information to find you? To hurt you? I mean if anything it’s lucky I’m the one who has it.

There’s the usual things in here. Photos with a friend group, nights out where you’re obviously forcing a smile. You want to enjoy yourself, hell you’re trying to, but that crease next to your lips is giving it all away. I’m not just some guy, you know. I’ve worked with this type of evidence before, I know how to connect the dots. I can tell when something’s forced. A few photos of sales you’ve been looking at, mostly clothes. Don’t get me wrong I love your style but you shouldn’t be trying to bankrupt yourself like this. I could get these for you, y’know. It’s hardly any cash out of my wallet. Which is why I can’t understand why you won’t take a better paying division. I know it’s for the peace of mind, but you look like you’re living meal to meal on frozen food. They’re taking advantage of you, the DSO always does that to the ones with a good heart. You’re just too much of a giver to say anything.

Don’t worry, Y/N. When we’re together you can stay in your cozy corner of the office without worrying about money problems. I’ll take care of you.

No dating apps in sight but you do have social media, nothing too serious though. A few posts of mental motivation or maybe a photo or two where you felt pretty. Pretty enough to post, anyway. Enough to milk a few likes from some a-holes scrolling through their feed who get hard when a girl in makeup shows off their bare shoulder in a certain way.

C’mon, we both know you’re better than that. At least you do it in a beautiful, artistic way. One where your makeup is natural or you’re wearing none at all, you on veranda chairs as a silhouette against a sunset or standing in the rain. There’s a genuine smile in that one. You looked like you liked the rain, I should’ve trusted my instinct.

Then there’s your messages app, which almost has me cringing. Especially your messages between your friends, that groupchat is the worst of it. You just constantly seem on the edge of throwing yourself into the abyss. I can’t say I blame you. Just reading their responses is ready to give me a migraine.

But then there’s a guy. This person that’s sending you updates on his day and photos of him shirtless in bed. And the worst part is you’re responding to him with your own messages. With your own pictures. More tasteful, of course. A big comfy shirt, it suits you. But you’re being nice to him. Too nice to be just friends.

Who the fuck is this, Y/N?

[m1lkt00th]

okay okay, getting my thoughts down

trying to juggle schoolwork and writing is actually painfully annoying when 1. i do not like schoolwork and 2. i like writing but my priority lies in schoolwork?? of course, always important

just want to find some time this or next week to write something it's a good de-stress method, really. better than like, idk, beating somebody up i suppose

oh the undertale part of this post? mm made a BUNCH of ship kids because haha it would be so funny but nope now i love them actually. and oh no! i made their lives not. the best to reflect my own.

thinking about my college au and how much i just want to get everything down on paper. one of my goals through that project specifically is work on foreshadowing and environmental writing oh! and word count. i want to stretch my chapters past 1k words since most of my one shots end at what? around 400 words? i feel like i should push for more words yknow. anyways, whenever i write cross he just. is OOC?? maybe it's just my view point.

and i want to draw more fanart in general because why the hell not? it's fun, i'm having fun so that's what's important i think

[cybertronianwyvern]

//ooc: To my American pet owner peeps:

Hi! The eclipse is upon us and I would like to give a little reminder about general pet safety. Thankfully most animals are not inclined to stare into the orb of light that can broil our vision in seconds (as much as I love animals I know there are a handful of them out there that make rocks look intelligent), so eye protection for them is not really needed. Protect your own eyeballs since you’re going to be the one looking at our local star and moon.

If you are concerned about your pet’s safety during this event simply keep them inside in a room they are most comfortable in. 

The main thing to take into consideration is the sudden atmospheric shift that will happen. Temperatures will drop by varying degrees and speeds depending on your location- for some animals who are sensitive to environmental swings (or get anxious easily), simply keep an eye on your pet and take the measures you normally do to keep them comfy. Also be aware that pets can be sensitive to our emotions. It’s okay to be excited, but keep in mind you may inadvertently stress your pet out if you get over excited. 

If you have your pet with you at an outdoor viewing party, please keep them close, give access to plenty of water, and monitor their behavior. Please take appropriate action and remove them from the situation if they are getting stressed!

You know your pet and what makes them happy and comfortable. Get them settled and then kick back, relax, and enjoy the celestial show! Love y’all!

[newedenhq]

Congratulations Sara! You have been accepted as Rafael Morales (ALFONSO HERRERA)! Please check our New Members Checklist and send in your account in the next 48 hours! Welcome to New Eden!

OOC INFO

NAME / ALIAS: Sara

AGE: 25

PRONOUNS: she/her

IC INFO

CHARACTER NAME: Rafael Morales

AGE: 34

OCCUPATION: Psychiatrist

MARK: Switch

FACECLAIM: Alfonso Herrera

GENDER IDENTITY: Cis Male

HARD LIMITS:  Blood, Branding, Scat, Watersports, Gore, Body Mutilation, consensual non-con

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER THINK ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT SURVEILLANCE AND CONTROL?: While Rafael was raised incredibly liberally, he doesn’t fully reject the control and surveillance. While the latter occasionally does send him into panic-spirals about whether or not he really tossed that can into the correct trashcan or whether there’s now content of him being environmentally irresponsible somewhere, he doesn’t mind the control so much. Pretty much everything makes him stress as it is, he doesn’t hate that as a Switch, he at least doesn’t need to worry about Dominating or Submitting. Voting, he does miss though.

PERSONALITY: Anxious is probably the first word to come to mind for anyone who just met Rafael. He stresses a lot about most things and can’t make a decision without worrying about whether or not it was the right one for the better part of the day. Most of it stems from him wanting to do right by everyone but also wanting to do the right thing objectively – something that barely ever works out. He gets lost in his own head a lot, trying to figure out what’s right and wrong and often gets overwhelmed that way. The only time Rafael is actually cool and collected is when he’s at work. When he enters the office, he gets to slip on the costume of a calm mental health professional and forgets his own concerns for a little while. Whether it’s the reminiscence of his past life of a Dominant or just the fact that he can fully focus on someone else rather than get lost in his own mind for a while, he’s not sure but it works out in his favor. At heart, he’s a very sensitive person who wants to help more than anything but often struggles to find the right way to do that within the restrains set for him by society.

[anyilherron]

ooc: As a biologist, I have to say that yes, it is having incredible success in a new ecosystem, without native predators or diseases. HOWEVER: when a disease hits, those things are fucked. Think, for a moment, of humans and the flu. Some of us never get it, most get it and are a bit sick but fine in a few weeks, some get it and die. We have different reactions to the disease because we ARE different, genetically.

Now imagine if when I got the flu, we all did - very common when things are genetically identical. If one is susceptible, they all are. Now imagine I died from the flu. NONE OF YOU WOULD HAVE A BETTER CHANCE. This is why asexual reproduction/inbreeding/loss of genetic diversity is such a big deal (well, that and genetic diseases, but I digress). Don’t believe me? Take a look at what happened to the Gros Michel banana.

Side note: asexual reproduction as a primary means works well in single-celled organisms - but almost all of them CAN reproduce sexually, and do so during periods of environmental stress. Most asexual multicellular organisms become incapable of sexual reproduction, rendering them horrifically vulnerable to diseases.

Scientists have discovered a species of mutant all-female crayfish that reproduce asexually in massive numbers.

[renegaderoots]

BASIC INFORMATION

♚┋FULL NAME: Theodor De Vries ♚┋PRONUNCIATION: Theo-dor (German pronunciation) ♚┋NICKNAME(S): Teddy, Theo ♚┋TITLE: The Gargoyle  ♚┋OCCUPATION: shop owner / contract killer  ♚┋~AGE: 36 ♚┋DATE OF BIRTH: 15 August ♚┋GENDER: Cisgender ♚┋PRONOUNS: He/Him/his ♚┋ORIENTATION: Homoromantic Demisexual  ♚┋NATIONALITY: German  ♚┋RELIGION: the best to describe it would be...a religious atheist?  ♚┋SPECIES: Human ♚┋AFFILIATION: technically, his son. Realistically, the Morrison family. ♚┋GENERATION: third  ♚┋THREAT LEVEL: for somebody born to be a vicious killer willing to fight dirty, Espen’s threat level is low. He isn’t aggressive or malicious, nor does he take any pleasure in violence. 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

♚┋FACE CLAIM: André Hamann / Chris Hemsworth  ♚┋EYE COLOUR: Green ♚┋HAIR COLOUR: dark blonde  ♚┋DOMINANT HAND: ambidextrous  ♚┋HEIGHT: 184 centimeters or 6′0 ♚┋WEIGHT: 158 lbs ♚┋TATTOOS: Just...too many to possibly list. Think up every imaginable gothic cliché in existence and you’ll probably find it somewhere on his body - along with a cupcake on his left butt cheek because he’s an idiot.  ♚┋SCARS: predominantly burn scars. ♚┋PIERCINGS: snakebites  ♚┋GLASSES: in theory, yes, but the lazy bastard doesn’t even know how to put on two matching socks so, like, what do you expect here?

PSYCHOLOGY INFORMATION

♚┋JUNG TYPE: ISTP ♚┋SUBTYPE: Logical ♚┋ENNEATYPE: 7w8 ♚┋MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral ♚┋TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine/Choleric ♚┋SCHEMA: VH, SI, NP ♚┋INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Visual-Spatial, Bodily-Kinesthetic, Logical-mathematical  ♚┋~IQ: 132 ♚┋NEUROTYPE:  Unsure as of yet.  ♚┋AT RISK? Well, I mean, solely based on environmental factors, there’d be ample reason to believe he may be at risk. 

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

♚┋HOMETOWN: Cologne, Germany ♚┋CURRENT: Dublin, Ireland ♚┋LANGUAGE(S): German (mother tongue), Dutch (native speaker level), Irish (lower-intermediate level) ♚┋SOCIAL CLASS: upper middle class ♚┋DEGREE: Master’s degree ♚┋SUBJECT(S): Forensic nursing  ♚┋PARENT #1: Gerrit De Vries, deceased ♚┋PARENT #2: Beatrice De Vries neé Hoffmann, deceased ♚┋SIBLING(S): Lena De Vries, deceased, Alexander De Vries, deceased ♚┋MAIN SHIP: Espen/Sam (bromance) ♚┋RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single ♚┋CHILDREN: Oliver De Vries, alive, three years  ♚┋PET(S): none ♚┋ADOPTED? Yes. After his parents’ death, Espen was adopted by his paternal grandfather.  ♚┋RAP SHEET? Nothing yet. ♚┋PRISON TIME? Not yet. 

VICES / HABITS

♚┋SMOKES? like a chimney.  ♚┋DRINKS?  Yes. ♚┋DOES DRUGS?  Used to, yes. Stimulants (i.e. ecstasy) and hallucinogens like LSD ♚┋IS VIOLENT? Not at all, ironically enough. This is so hard to believe because Espen’s family consisted primarily of criminals, including former intelligence agents, one might be quick to falsely assume that their natures - violent, predominantly - are irrevocably ingrained in his being; but this couldn’t be further from the truth. If at all necessary, Espen will only react defensively, thus defending himself physically, when there’s no other way.  ♚┋HAS AN ADDICTION? Not anymore.  ♚┋IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? Yes. ♚┋HABITS: perpetually confused about what clothes are - likes to walk around his flat completely nude. Unsurprisingly, he also sleeps without any clothes on. Cannot sit on chairs like normal people. Hello bad blood circulation.  ♚┋HOBBIES: sewing, alternative fashion, taxidermy, reading (mostly Gothic literature because he’s extra like that), taking care of baby bats, vblogging, weaponry, medieval history, travelling around the world to visit castles, tarot card reading, make up (both theater and alternative), book reviews on youtube, gaming ♚┋TICS: grunting (especially when stressed or extremely anxious. It’s happened before that that’s all he does while he completely shuts down normal communication.)  ♚┋OBSESSION(S): none ♚┋COMPULSION(S): has to arrange food a certain way on his plate lest he won’t eat it 

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

♚┋HOUSE: Gryffindor  ♚┋VICE: Wrath ♚┋VIRTUE: Temperance ♚┋ELEMENT: Fire ♚┋ANGEL: Uriel  ♚┋MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Vampire ♚┋ANIMAL: black cat  ♚┋MUTATION: time manipulation  ♚┋WOULD SURVIVE POST-APOC? No. Sadly, he has morals. 

STATUS INFORMATION

♚┋DEVELOPMENT: Semi-developed ♚┋SHIPPING: Shiplocked. Not to a particular ship, mind you, but because of Espen’s background and personality, it would be ooc for him to commit to multiple ships (even if they’re regarded separately).  ♚┋VERSE: Multiverse ♚┋VERSE TYPE: crime, slice of life ♚┋CANON: crime ♚┋PLOTTING: open  ♚┋CREATION DATE: August 2017

CHARACTER SUMMARY

After five minutes, you’ll have no better descriptor for Espen other than fucking weird – and rightfully so. Everything from his demeanor down to his most perfunctory mannerisms, the man defies social conventions without even trying all that hard. Raised to patch up his mother’s career as a discharged intelligence agent, Espen grew up isolated from his peers, trained and groomed mostly and certainly not treated like a son. Eventually, their renegade ways caught up with them; the result being murder in the first degree. Following these events, he was adopted by his paternal grandfather and Theo became Espen. All tragedies aside, his golden heart and warm eyes give away his personality at first glance. There’s compassion in his actions that shouldn’t be feasible given that his body count is heavy. Now that there’s another life in the picture, namely his kid, Espen is determined to find the exeunt to his tragedy. Good morals and good character, unfortunately, don’t mean shit when you’re indebted to a crime cartel.

APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION

Physically, the guy is average and contrary to what one might believe, he doesn’t really stick out from the crowd save for his colorful sleeve tattoos. Standing 6’0 tall, Espen isn’t exactly a frightening, towering figure either. How he manages to stay fit with the serious sweet tooth that he has is a mystery, but his build is, without doubt, rather muscular. His accent is quite a minuscular detail yet, still, a faint German accent can be heard. What will certainly turn some heads, however, is his clothing. True to his decade-old fondness for the Goth subculture, you won’t ever see him wearing anything that isn’t various shades of black. When he can be bothered to dress up, Espen likes to wear a combination of Edwardian and Trad Goth attire, though the classic ’90 aesthetic of the vampire is also something he wears daily. Due to his appearance, his demeanor is key and he knows this. You can’t just be withdrawn or aloof looking like him, so he goes out of his way to be kind and courteous – especially towards elder people.  Since his wardrobe is black and then black, his light brown hair and green eyes are accentuated even moreso, his look always attentive. And when you’re close enough to him, you will smell a few drops of a vintage perfume for women, namely Guerlain Shalimar; a coveted assortment of vanilla, tonka beans and castoreum musk.  

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION

Espen is the pinnacle of wasted brilliance and proof, as he says, that one’s IQ is relative if there’s not a grain of ambition in your body. That’s pretty much his lot in life; a double-edged sword, if you will, with which he has accidentally stabbed himself more than once. His intelligence is only outmatched by how much of a fucking sloth he is. He’s Snorlax personified, essentially, and if nobody actively pestered him to be productive, the guy would probably just suffocate in his own filth. As the common genius stereotype would suggest, Espen is emotionally inhibited and socially inept, unable to function in social settings. This, while somewhat true, isn’t entirely accurate either. Sure, his tact is less than ready to tango and he often comes across as remorselessly crude because he has only a rudimentary grasp on what is socially acceptable. Simultaneously, however, he is not content to just build a wall of silence around him. No, Espen tries his best to tune in to what others are partial towards, reacting accordingly. There’s also always a kernel of humor in his interactions, one that might imply he doesn’t take anything seriously. Because if he does, it matters. Be that as it may, a cold, malicious asshole he is not. He could be; would have enough reason to be – yet he is not if his numerous flaws can be reined in. Even his humoristic take on pessimism is charming. He’s the type of person who knows his odds, yet still does the thing to crack others up. In contrast to this, though, Espen isn’t idealistic – he knows the world is a shithole. Often a devil’s advocate and a complete shut-in when stress hits him, emotions still make him feel insecure and incompetent – every emotional response might be the wrong one, after all.

SKILLS / COMPETENCES

Espen doesn’t really care for languages, yet can communicate on native speaker level in three languages – English, Dutch, German. Where he really shines is his creativity and fashion sense. He loves giving baby bats fashion advice, quickly one to offer help when things are tough at home, too. Of course, he shouldn’t be underestimated either. Though not proud of this skillset, per se, he is nonetheless adept at social engineering, sociology, basic psychology, martial arts, vehicle and foot surveillance, marksmanship, and, naturally, hand-to-hand combat. As mentioned above, giving in to his benevolent and amiable side, Espen pursued a master’s degree in forensic nursing. Beyond that, he is also excellent at forgetting important dates, being late, being tired and eating everyone’s food. Oh, yes, and an obscure knowledge of medieval and Celtic history to boot, he’s really into medieval markets/costumes.

INTERPERSONAL MANNER

In a word, odd. Just plain fucking odd. Here he is not even able to survive without somebody constantly kicking his ass to get his shit together; here he is with barely an idea what decorum is and he still tries to be kind, even though it’s technically not in his nature to be any of that. Although Espen may come across as secretive, private and somewhat shy at first, any worries are forgotten as soon as mischief, fun, or sweets are involved. Now, ever since his family died, Espen has been somewhat clingy with the few people he has in his life, much like a cat demanding instant and constant attention. He doesn’t take well to being ignored, and won’t stop until he has your undivided attention. As for romance, Espen isn’t really made for that; not in the conventional sense. A very solitary creature by default, it is very hard for even him to tell whether what he feels are genuinely deep emotions or just what he feels compelled to feel. Either way, if you express interest, Espen will go to great lengths to ensure you feel nothing but wanted and validated.

INSPIRED BY: the guy on Lie to Me, Edmund (King Lear), Deadpool tbh 

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Welcome, OLIVER, to the END OF INFINITY. We loved your take on JOE HART, especially how grounded and kind-hearted he is; we also loved your writing style, it absolutely moved us. We can’t wait to see how Joe does at WALDRON ISLAND UNIVERSITY! Now that you’re accepted, please check out the pots below and make sure to complete the New Member Checklist within the next 24 hours!

OOC:

Player name: Oliver

Player age: 20

Player pronouns: He/him

Activity level: 6/10 ( i own a business that i work 40 hours a week and have a husband and 2 kids. Sometimes i’m busy, sometimes i’m not lol)

IC:

Character name: Joseph (Joe) Gabriel Hart

Character species: Baseline

Character age & birthdate: 17 & February 12th

Character power: Joe has always been described as “intuitive” and “down-to-earth” due to his incredible ability to read others and their feelings. Putting these skills to use (and his overwhelming desire to help people and super-people alike), Joe has taken the reigns into becoming a profiler/counselor for those with super-abilities. Being able to free the negativity from one’s aura through mental and emotional counsel is something Joe believes needs to be more prominent within the super-society, and plans on making a future out of this need to guide others to a peace he himself has already found through his faith. While reading people comes naturally to him, Joe has a hard time turning this skill-set to the ‘off’ position. In social situations, he is in a constant state of needing to communicate and relate to other beings, whether that be through touch, sound, or visualization. When there is a lack thereof, Joe finds himself often feeling an intense anxiety and overwhelming need to surround himself with others. Usually Joe can harness this detrimental energy through meditation and prayer, but he knows that he cannot rely on such actions forever, especially when it is such a weakness in chaotic situations.

Area of Study: Communications & Counselling;

Courseload: Joe would most likely want a lighter courseload just because he is a freshman he thinks stress is bad for your zen and wouldn't want to put himself at risk like that. He would definitely be interested in either art or music!

Dorm Style: Salvatore Dorm - Double or Quad room is fine! Whatever works best lol

Clubs/Sports/Extra-Curricular Activites: Amnesty International, and Environmental Club

Bio: When Joe was a child, he had wished he was a sunflower. A sprout that started off the size of a quarter, as thick as a green bean, and as fragile as wrapping paper, eventually grew to be as strong and beautiful as one of God’s angels. So secure and always facing the sun - petals wide open like sturdy arms, ready to carry the weight of the world on it’s golden, silky shoulders. Joe strived to be that sunflower.

While Joe often practiced being inviting, it was difficult to be sociable when you were homeschooled for a better part of your life. Craving the company and attention of others while your mom worked hard to talk through conference calls while simultaneously teaching you the laws of motion was a little inconvenient considering she was his only friend. When asked why he couldn’t just go to school like all of the other kids, his mom simply replied, “You’re different, Joey. You’re not like those other kids.” He always assumed that it went back to the ‘test’ he had taken when he was very small. Just old enough to talk and interact, just as he loved to do. “You’re on the spectrum,” she’d say. What spectrum, she’d never mentioned, and the only one Joe had ever learned of was the one for light and sound. This had been confirmed when she said, “You’re too bright for those other kids.”

So that was it. He was made of sunlight and warmth. He could be the thing that that little sunflower needed to grow up big and strong, just like Joe craved to be some day.

The transfer from homeschooling to high school was a bit of a challenge, although, not for the reasons most would assume. Joe loved people! This tended to be a tad distracting when he should have been focused on The Road, not Lisa Grace who sat beside him in Algebra I. But it was so difficult to maintain a studious attitude when every person had their own story to tell, and Joe often found himself leaning toward those with the most grief to share. Catholic school was not his first experience with peers his own age with “super-human capabilities” (as the church put it), but it was definitely the first time he’d really had the chance to listen to their thoughts. Joe’s own mother was the kindest, smartest, and most beautiful woman in town, but it seemed as though not all children had the same kind of parents to call their own. Not that Joe had really known much of his father, ever the wanderer and not one to be held down in a single city, but his mother was his best friend and he never feared confiding his thoughts and feelings to her, and he doubted that much would change, even if he had been Super.

And that is when his love for counseling started. The idea of being that same strong sunflower for those less fortunate than him, people who did not have mothers that tucked them into bed at night and prayed with them every day for love, peace, and forgiveness in the eyes of The Lord and fellow people around them - it brought a joy to his heart that he often did not feel outside of meditation. Bringing people together, communicating to them emotionally and physically; that would be Joe’s journey. Though he had always thought his mission would be to bring people closer to God and guide them on their destination of Heaven through prayer and word, Joe felt something so right about being able to make the emotional difference in others’ lives that way as well.

Joe has high hopes for Waldron - for the people he will meet and talk with, bond with, and help. Through his own special power, positive thinking and promoting zen, Joe thinks that he could really have a place within the school. After all, they have a 4.5 star rating on Yelp…

IC writing sample:

The weather is warm for February, Joe thinks. An easy fifty degrees with the sun out like it is. With short sleeves, the wind sends a bit of a chill through him, but after the cold weather they’d been having, it’s a reprieve. His mother is out on a trip with the church, helping rebuild neighborhoods after the recent flood. While Joe is normally in the thick of it all, carrying planks to rebuild homes and picking up garbage and scraps of what little is left throughout villages, his mother woke him up early this morning with a smile and kiss to the forehead, a soft whisper of, “please stay home, Joey. It’s your birthday.” He gave in like he always does when his mother asks him of something, cooking a breakfast for himself and going out for a hike to his favorite lake, yoga mat tied to his back like a satchel.

Feeling the earth between his toes, Joe wriggles them around with vigor. It’s not unheard of for him to spend his birthday alone. After all, he takes his mother out on a date two days later for Valentine’s Day, so most of their effort is poured into that holiday. Gripping the cross around his neck, Joe gives a quiet thanks to God for spending the afternoon with him and helping him sort through the thoughts that pursue his mind so often.

He looks out to the lake, sees the ducks filtering back inward as spring approaches, the months getting gradually warmer. The previous season has been rough, the snow thick and ever-lasting. Joe had been worried for a quite some time that it would never go away.

Grass beneath his head, his purple yoga mat now only under his lower back, Joe picks at the green strands between his long, calloused fingers. He hears birds above him, many animals prowling the woods beside him, and he thanks God and reminds him of how grateful he is to be on this Earth for yet another year. Seventeen, he thinks.

A robin flies above and he cannot help but smile. He feels so at peace. Centered. Like a mountain whose mere existence is to stay heavy and strong. A chill goes through him but he pays it no mind, lulling himself into what he thinks will be his first nap of the spring.

During his sleep, he misses a call from a number filed under unknown and simply deletes it’s reality upon waking. There is a slight pang in his chest at the hope that rears its head. Maybe it was his dad, he thinks.

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BASICS Name: Mishika “Mickey” qi Rao Birthday: Feb 28th

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Age: 18 Demigod or Champion: Demigod Parent/God: Hypnos Gender/Pronouns: She/They/Ey Genderflux BRIEF BIO:  

Mickey’s grandparents had come from Nagpur, India to Niagara Falls, Canada in the early 1970’s in hope of more opportunities for them and their three children. Mickey’s mother, Darpana qi Rao, is a middle child and one with a syndrome of such. Finding no place in the family between her adored, perfect little sister and her responsible, admired, older brother; Darpana moves to Toronto to pursue her dreams of being an artist.

  Among the lofty dreamers at her art school, she becomes acquainted with Mickey’s father, whom she falls in love with shortly. A few months later, Darpana begins her pregnancy, the duration of which she mostly sleeps through. She eventually becomes unable to catch up in her classes with her sudden strike of hypersomnia, and her parents demand she come back home to care for her child after it’s born.

  Mickey calls her grandparent’s house home for most of her childhood, and she adores her grandmother deeply. When she is 7, Mickey’s mother eventually raises enough funds working at a local pawn shop to move to a small town in America (where the cost of living is much lower). Darpana executes her plan B: and buys a small metaphysical shop by the beach. Her and her single mother live in an condo above their shop.

  Being quite shy as a child, ey don’t start to make friends until 5th grade. Ey becomes fascinated in eir mother’s interests and becomes very invested in both Western and Vedic astrology. They had more success in middle school, after other kids frequently began inquiring about their horoscopes. Their interests are deeply rooted in learning what’s beyond the physical plane and levels of human consciousness.

  Often, they leave people wondering what��s going on inside their head. They seem mysterious, aloof, and hard to understand. Mickey tries her best to seem tough and stand offish, but there’s only a thin layer to dig through to get to her compassionate side. She’s a bit moody and slight environmental changes can affect her. In relationships, it’s kind of obvious when she values one friendship over another, and she’s not fiercely loyal.

  APPEARANCE: Mickey has deep brown eyes and dark tan skin. Their hair is shoulder-length, loosely curled, frizzy, and dyed nearly white on one side. They stand at 5’5” and never any taller thanks to the pair of Nike sandals permanently adorned to their feet. They are a hardcore health goth and there’s nothing in their closet that isn’t black and white. They have 3 nose peircings, 2 holes in each ear, and an eyebrow piercing. So far she only has one sleeve tattoo and a few other various scattered ones but she plans to get more. Her faceclaim is Amala Paul. POWER/ABILITY DESCRIPTION (ignore if Champion): Somnokinesis

Astral Projection

Ability to travel to the Underworld EXTRA FACTS:

True alignment: Chocoholic Lesbian

Has ADHD and is on the autism spectrum

Practicing buddhist

Second dan Judo black belt

Little hardly-noticeable white feathers grow out of her ears when she uses her powers, they quickly sheathe when she’s done

OOC Name: Vanser Pronouns: ve/vis/vim or ve/vae/vaers Age: 16 Skype: Piss (And I can’t Stress this enough) on me