#orginal character moodboard

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Can i ask a mood board of my oc evan? Here some información of him

Evan moodboard

Thanks for the request

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE

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stranger things season 1-5. a steve harrington x hawkins lab!oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory finds herself fleeing from a long survived nightmare, she crashes into the life of one unsuspecting teenage boy. together, they are dragged into the dark mysteries that begin to consume the small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

SEASON ONE. the lost children of Hawkins, Indiana

ONE. | TWO. | THREE. | FOUR. | FIVE. | SIX. | SEVEN. | EIGHT. | NINE. | TEN. | ELEVEN. | TWELVE. | THIRTEEN. | FOURTEEN. | FIFTEEN. | SIXTEEN. | SEVENTEEN.

SEASON TWO. the return

EIGHTEEN. | NINETEEN. | TWENTY. | TWENTY-ONE. | TWENTY-TWO. | TWENTY-THREE. | TWENTY-FOUR. | TWENTY-FIVE. | TWENTY-SIX. | TWENTY-SEVEN. | TWENTY-EIGHT. | TWENTY-NINE. | THIRTY. | THIRTY-ONE. | THIRTY-TWO. | THIRTY-THREE. | THIRTY-FOUR. | THIRTY-FIVE. | THIRTY-SIX. | THIRTY-SEVEN.

SEASON THREE. the cruel summer

THIRTY-EIGHT. | THIRTY-NINE. | FORTY. | FORTY-ONE. | FORTY-TWO. | FORTY-THREE. | FORTY-FOUR. | FORTY-FIVE. | FORTY-SIX. | FORTY-SEVEN. | FORTY-EIGHT. | FORTY-NINE. | FIFTY. | FIFTY-ONE. | FIFTY-TWO. | FIFTY-THREE. | FIFTY-FOUR. | FIFTY-FIVE. | FIFTY-SIX. | FIFTY-SEVEN. | FIFTY-EIGHT. | FIFTY-NINE.

SEASON FOUR. the deal with god

SIXTY. | SIXTY-ONE. | SIXTY-TWO. | SIXTY-THREE. |

SEASON FIVE. the end

coming soon...

[666godsperfectidiot]

Making moodboards for your ocs >>>>>

[galway-girlatwork]

Fandom: The Mentalist-AU

Rating: Mature-Angst. Smut. Enemies to lovers. One sentence mentions prostitution.    

Central Characters: Marcus Pike and Original Female Character

Central Relationship: Marcus and Daciana/Kira

Word Count: 2,080

AO3

Please do not copy my work. If you liked it, please re-blog and tag me. Please do not steal the mood board, it was a gift. I do not give permission to copy, translate, or post my work to any other platform.

Music inspiration: Le Castle Vania-Shots Fired

Inspired by the beautiful mood board created and gifted by the amazingly talented Freya Thank You Board post. @almostfoxglove Freya I utterly adore you.

SUMMARY:

The relationship between Agent Marcus Pike and Daciana, is a game of cat and mouse, taking Marcus around the world—London, Tokyo, Rio, and now Paris. Daciana taunts him, leaving clues that lead him to her hideouts just a little too late, fueling his growing obsession.

Their relationship is more than just professional; there’s an undeniable chemistry between them, a tension that neither can ignore. Marcus, frustrated by his inability to catch her, is simultaneously drawn to her presence.

Marcus knows that catching Daciana may come at a cost—one that goes far beyond the law.

Shadow and Flame

Marcus Pike had spent his life chasing shadows, but none more elusive than Daciana. The assassin was a ghost, slipping through his fingers every time he thought he was close. For two years, their game of cat and mouse had taken him to every corner of the globe. London, Tokyo, Rio—each location held a piece of her, a trace of her existence, but never enough. She always stayed just out of reach, taunting him with her brilliant mind and unnerving calm. This time he was in Paris, a lead from Interpol, which required more red tape than any government agency back home. He had her this time, almost a little cocky in his thought process. Hotel St. Germain was non-descript, set back from all the tourist traps of Paris, and he knew that is why she choose it. Once room 1002 was cleared, they let him enter, gun drawn, finger nowhere near the trigger because something in the back of his head told him that she wasn’t here even before anyone uttered a word. He should have been surprised but he wasn’t. Daciana was always two, three, four steps ahead. Sitting at the small writing desk, he ran a finger over lacquered wood. He could almost imagine here sitting here, having coffee and breakfast, waiting for a call that would take her to another city.  He was frustrated and pissed. The intel was good but just a little too late, his fascination and obsession with her growing. Pulling the phone from his pants pocket, he called the number the informant had given them, expecting a recording that the mailbox had not been set up, jaw dropping when she actually picked up.   

“Agent Pike, running late today?” She was more than just an assassin. She was a product of her father, mother long since dead, left to be raised to become lethal simply because he had no son to carry on the “family legacy,” or Brigăzi as her father once put it. Her skills were used for cleanup and something told her, she should have done away with the informant in France but she was needed home. A liability that would never happen again, unless it was Agent Pike. There was something about the games she played with him that gave her a high like nothing else had. It was the thrill of deliberately leaving clues for him, breadcrumbs that kept him busy but never allowing him to close the gap, not until she wanted to. Each clue felt like a personal challenge, an invitation to try harder, to get closer. “To say I am disappointed would be an understatement. I am guessing at this time you are in room 1002, wondering where I am now.”

In a way, he admired her, her skills and her ability to outthink him, mostly but admiration only went so far. He couldn’t forget who she was or what she did. “Daciana, are you forgetting Brazil? Wasn’t late then, was I?”

“No. I will give you credit for that one. Perhaps a half point since you only missed me by ten minutes, an oversight on my part. But today…You’re late by two days. Tisk tisk, losing your touch?”

He told himself that this was just another assignment, but deep down, he couldn’t deny that there was more to it. He wanted to understand her, to know her, and that desire was as intoxicating as it was dangerous. “You know eventually the cat and mouse game has to end. Why not come back to Paris, I believe a French prison is more suited to your personality, don’t you agree?”

Her voice dropped an octave, throaty, sounding almost sultry, like silk against bare skin. “Marcus, your lack of faith in me is disturbing.” Did she just borrow a line from Star Wars? Oh yes, she did, knowing it was one of his favorite movies. She knew everything about him, because what he didn’t know was that as obsessive as he was about her, she was about him. “Don’t you think it’s time to head back to D.C?”

“You know I am not going back until I find you.”

“Marcus, you know that you will not find me unless I choose it. As much as you would like to think is all about you, it is about me as well. It is about us. The little game we play. Are you growing board of mouse and cat? Which one are you exactly Marcus?”

It was the way she said his name, the way she said the word us. Warm, syrupy sweet, almost as if she was purring on the other end of the line. Closing his eyes, he let it sink into his subconscious, where he could play the conversation over and over. “Daciana, I am not in the mood for the games. I do not have the energy for you right now.”

“Oh Marcus, you wound me. That little blade sinking between my ribs, it’s filling me up with more than just blood. I think I may actually shed a tear so I will respectfully disconnect the call. J'ai hâte de parler à nouveau avec vous. Au revoir Marcus."

The game took an unexpected turn in Greece. He had been tracking her movements through Europe for weeks now, and the trail led him to Mykonos. What the fuck was she doing here and how was it he got a lead? He knew she had always been careful, meticulous, but this time, there was something different. A mistake? Perhaps. Or maybe it was another one of her games. Either way, he knew he had to follow up. It was there that he met her—not Daciana, not the assassin, but Kira.

She had grown bored, if that was such a thing in her life. The emergency at home was nothing more than her father having a tantrum over something she could have taken care of without having to go all the way back to Romania. Damaged product, she explained, was nothing that couldn’t be replaced, flesh nothing but a commodity. Shaking her head as she laid out on the lounge chair, the heat of the sun warming bare skin. Greece was beautiful, not her favorite place in the world, but it came a close second to Bora Bora and Turks and Caicos. She loved heat, sun and water. She should be scared shitless, leaving clues for him, extradition was not a joke but she was such a curious creature, wanting to know more than what reports could tell a person. If anyone did become interested in the woman by the pool, the only name they would come up with was Kira, an Italian on holiday. That was how she introduced her self to him at the bar. He looked frustrated, defeated and for a split second she felt sorry for him. The offer of buying him another drink wasn’t met with resistance, as long as she joined him. When the music started, it almost took an act of god to get him off his chair. Arms loosely hung from his shoulders as hips swayed with each beat, the pulsating of the bass caused pelvic muscles to clench. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips before giving him her back, pressing her ass against him, she could feel his erection. He wanted her. Just as much as she wanted him.

Kira was warm, funny, and easy to talk to, with a smile that lit up the room. He felt himself relax around her in a way he hadn’t in years. He wasn’t one to normally talk to strangers, but there was something in the way she moved, how she didn’t make the entire conversation about her, in fact it was the opposite, letting him talk about everything but his job, only telling her he was from the East coast. When she convinced him to dance with her, he blamed the Ouzo, body pressed against his, he forgot about the hunt, forgot about everything but the woman in his arms.

Within a tangled mess of sheets, she did make him forget everything but his need to consume her. It was what he was doing. Consuming her from the outside in as his tongue slid over her clit, fingers sliding in and out of her wetness. Tiny mewling’s and whimpers escaped labored lungs, hips meeting the stroke of those digits before she came up on an elbow, hand grabbing the back of his head as she violently came against his mouth. Collapsing on the bed as he kissed her pelvic bone, body stretched out, thighs still jerking with the aftershocks, muscled arms spread her legs and in one motion, he was buried deep inside, strokes slow, hard, steady, dragging out the pleasure until she thought she’d go mad.

Lips wrapped around a hard nipple, teeth dragging across the sensitive tip before tongue caressed it, watching her face, bottom lip clamped between teeth as he raised his head, nose nuzzling the spot below her earlobe, inhaling her scent. “Again. Come for me again,” was whispered in against her temple, a hand going under an ass cheek, pulling her closer, thrusts a little harder now, feeling the familiar tightening. Fuck he thought, he didn’t want it to end but the way she felt, wrapped around him, walls clenching as she came for a second time, felt like silk wrapped around steel. He was so fucking close and when he asked where, teeth nipped at his chin before letting him know inside. That one word trigged his own orgasm, head thrown back as hips jerked against flesh, finally stilling, head dropping to her shoulder. “Stay the night with me.”

To say the sex with Marcus was amazing would have been an understatement but as the sun began peaking through gauzy blue curtains, she knew it was time to leave him. Slowly rising from the bed, muscles sore from the hours they made love, protested the movement, wanting to lounge just a little longer but she knew she couldn’t. Actions were quiet, quick, heels in hand so as to not wake him. Standing at the edge of the bed, she stared at him and on impulse she pulled her phone from the clutch and took his picture. Laying on his back, head to one side, the beginnings of a beard, no evidence of stress, wondering if he would think of her when he woke up. Emotions began taking up residence in the vacant space of her chest cavity and she knew she’d gotten too close. Turning on her heel, she slipped out of the room.

When he woke up later that morning, she was gone. No note, no explanation, just an empty bed and the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. His heart sank as reality crashed back in. The woman had used him, something he’d never had happen, and left. Grabbing his phone, he called down to the front desk, asking if they had seen her, the answer of course being no. Fuck. Getting up, he showered, replaying the night in his head, the countless shots, the sex and wondered how he could find her. She was just like Daciana, evaporating into thin air.

Two days later he was heading back to Lyons, the lead for Daciana going cold within those forty-eight hours. Sitting at the desk he was given, was an envelope, his name scrawled across the front, the note inside, written in a language that wasn’t familiar to him except for the name at the bottom.

“Marcus. Noaptea trecută a fost uimitoare, dar urmărirea continuă. Poate într-o zi ne vom întâlni din nou.

Daciana”

“Fuck,” was yelled out in frustration after he got it translated. Kira had never existed. It had always been Daciana. She had played him, used him, and now she was gone, disappearing into the wind as she always did. The chase resumed, but Marcus knew the truth now—he would never catch her. Not because he wasn’t skilled enough, but because Daciana was never meant to be caught. She was a force of nature, always one step ahead, always just out of reach. And as much as he hated it, a part of him didn’t want the chase to end. For Marcus she was more than a target. She was his obsession, his challenge, his impossible dream. So, he would continue the chase, knowing that it would never truly end.

[introchasingstars]

My first ever tag game? How exciting (Terrifying)

Thank you, @the-letterbox-archives, for the tag! The question appears to be about character names/their origins, so here we go! Admittedly, my naming process is a bit whack, so I apologise in advance.

Fennic Ferris Etwile

Alright, my good old boy Fennic. His name mostly just exists because I thought it sounded nice? Fennec is stolen from 'Fennec Foxes' but make it special, Ferries from Ferris Buller's Day Off and Etwile was just my brain mushing names together. It's a very fantasy sci-fi sounding name so I'm pretty alright with it.

Next up are a few of the Delefaye... These guys are self-proclaimed gods. They needed big fancy names, I apologise in advance. I've only got three down here because, honestly, the other five are named purely based on the fact that I thought they sounded nice? I'm sorry 😭

Enzophilius "Nozo" Delefaye

Enzophillius is a combination of a few different names I enjoy. Enzo is a name that I find a bit sentimental for no particular reason. I wanted to figure out a way to include the name Enzo in a book of mine, yet I could never figure out a way for it to fit in. So I decided to mash it together with 'Xenophillius' (You know if you know) and got Enzophilius. Nozo came from the fact that I don't believe he'd enjoy Enzo as a nickname (I know it completely defeats the purpose of Enzo), but I couldn't imagine Vassago calling him Enzophilius. I think he'd hate "Nozo" a lot more than the nickname Enzo, but the lore behind Nozo is to cute for me to change it.

Leviathneer "Leviath" Delefaye

Listen - Listen. I can explain, I promise, I know it's an odd choice, but may I remind you that he's a holy being? I couldn't name him Bob - alright, maybe I could have, but this one probably has the most explanation out of all the Delefaye. He's the Delefaye of intelligence, extraterrestrial vastness, water, universal problems, and preciseness.

I enjoy the sea serpant Leviathan, and it seemed fitting due to Leviathan being a sea serpant that often does chaotic things. I also enjoy the name Veneer, and by combining the two, I ended up with Leviathneer and while I know it isn't everyone's personal favourite I quite enjoy it.

Freydarli "Darli" Delefaye

I mostly thought Freydarli was just a really cute name for a lovely character. I struggled quite a bit with her name, I still do, but mostly over if the spelling needs to change or not. For the longest time, I just had her called 'Freya' with her partner Vesselyn calling her darling. Eventually, the two names clicked in my brain, and 'Freydarli' was born. I do think it's a much better suiting name for her than Freya or anything else I could have come up with.

Have some mood boards I've made for some of the characters

Freydarli

Leviathneer

Vassago

I tag @strayedstarzz and anyone else else who wants to join in this game. Tell me your naming origins if you have any!

[rreskk]

My gal

[neon-draws-sometimes]

Made a moodboard and then used it to make an oc! This was very fun, I think I’ll probably do it again in the future

credits for images under cut

Photo sources:

Heart candy- https://unsplash.com/photos/white-and-red-heart-candies-z-Ktuu8g6oc

Chains- https://unsplash.com/photos/person-holding-silver-chain-link-J9QH6y3WEkA

Flowers- https://unsplash.com/photos/pink-flower-in-macro-lens-K3x_AkLVTAo

peace sign shirt- https://unsplash.com/photos/woman-standing-near-pink-concrete-wall-during-daytime-TT-ROxWj9nA

Dog- https://unsplash.com/photos/shallow-focus-photo-of-long-coated-dog-wearing-black-knit-cap-amTyFteGaRg

[kittyparr]

can you believe that i am finally making a percy jackson oc after like 16 years after reading it. i am aging myself so much ‘

Tatiana Armand, Daughter of Demeter 

Tatiana is the daughter of Demeter and her mortal mother 

Hadassah and  her step mother Skaði

At fifteen she is a veteran of the Second Titan War and Second Giant War  

Born in Santa Fe

From the Navajo Tribe 

Lives in a commune outside of Washington DC

Lived in South Korea while her mother and step mother were stationed there. 

Currently dating Clarisse  La Rue 

Best friends with her keeper Leah  

Tatiana was seven when she was brought to camp because her sister 

Got into fights with Clarisse  soon after her ‘’initiation’’ 

Her first quest was helping Clarisse on quest during the Sea of Monsters 

Got on Ares’ shit list when she stood up for Clarisse 

Based on the amounts fights she got into everyone thought she was a daughter of Ares 

Percy lost ten dollars when Demeter claimed her 

As a daughter Demeter, has a knack with plants. (do not mess with her garden, that is a death sentence)

wants to be a journalist when she’s older 

Devote Jew 

Like  Samirah al-Abbas she believes  that the gods are just powerful beings that G.od created 

[wheezytomato]

from Jump in the Water's Fine fanfic on AO3

Grace Hopkins moodboard

[blushingdread]

Vega my child who I am currently obsessed with

Story: Vega is an unhinged transfemme who decided they were tired of being nice and wanted to go ape shit. That's basically it but I'll go into more detail. Vega has a good heart and decided to start helping people just because it's the right thing to do but also did it because of spite. Vega has a small inferiority complex from bullying and a shit home life, and decided to become stronger and better so no one could look down on them and obviously they had to use their new skills to help people. They're actually the one in the story who spent the longest as a vigilante because the authorities were looking for a afab civilian who became a vigilante, not an amab one. Vega's secret identity is hidden by drag and I love them for it. At first they thought the drag was just useful and didn't understand why they wanted to look like a girl so much...and then the egg cracked. Vega has a very easily bruised ego, a small inferiority complex that manifests exactly how you expect it too, and a powerful desire to protect people and inspire people so no one ends up as bitter and spiteful as they are. Funky little transfemme with fluffy hair. Vega causes problems on purpose and I love them for it

[notnormalme]

SOOOOO

Since I made a first step

Its time to show you some of my characters moodboards

Which is funny because I haven't even drawn some of the characters yet eheh

LETS START WITH THE MAIN TRIO

PETER aka the main main character

As the story will be called "Pied Piper", or at least that's what I call it for now, he is the one who has the title of Pied Piper

I really wanted to focus on his main color, green, to show this kind of still childish carefreeness, his Carpe Diem. He is the one who doesn't really focus on the consequences of his actions, he does what he feels like and tries to get the best out of life

His quote, "Do you remember who you were?", refers to the fact that Peter doesn't remember his past after all. He doesn't remember where he comes from, who he is or anything that caused him to be in where he is now

I also really wanted to include the fox in it, as it's an animal I assocaite him with

Next up is Avery!

Avery is an elf by origin, abandoned and hated by his species

I really wanted to capture the peace and delicacy of his person, I associate him with a doe, delicate, always a little frightened, but very friendly and sweet

If he were a season, he would be autumn, the warm autumn, what comes after the chaos of summer (Peter) but just before the harshness of winter (Ogier!!!)

He is a very reasonable person, he acts as a balancer for Peter, evening out his chaotic nature but in a very nice and gentle way

His quote, "the chains are broken but are you truly free?", refers to his past where he was just a slave of his own kind and even though he escaped, that part of him is still inside

The last of the main three is Ogier!

As you can already see, he is a priest, an exorcist to be precise. But among the Church, which I identify with crows, he is an owl. Cautious and suspicious, you can't hear his footsteps and you never know what he's planning, like a night hunter

He is winter. He will stop at nothing and will pursue his goal even if he has to die or kill in the process

I really wanted to emphasize the fact that he keeps strict notes on everything and then analyzes it and tries to come to conclusions

GAKSNSKSNSHD TO BE HONEST IM SAD because I didn't really show his love for horses BUT HE LOVES THEM OKAY???

He travels a lot all over the country

His "I didn't want to be controlled" refers to his great independence and the fact that he doesn't like the actions of the Church and how it controls people, even though he is part of it himself

NOW THAT WE HAVE OUR MAIN TRIO

Two characters that I haven't drawn yet, but I know they will be there and I know they will be important

The first one, Roland! I know this may be familiar to vnc fans, BUT I SWEAR IT'S NOT THAT ROLAND

You can see the crows right away, as well as the cross. He is a priest, a high-ranking paladin

Since I am inspired by The Song of Roland, I wanted his main feature to be pride. That's why his color is not yellow but gold

He is a good man, a great knight, but he was consumed by pride, and that ruined him

"Who are you to judge me" OUCH AHSJSHSJSHHS

This is a reference to one of his fights with Oliver, where Oliver tried to convince him and talk to him and he said something like this AND AHSISBSISJS MY POOR LITTLE HEART

OLIVER and uh

I wont explain it a lot

But first, of course, crows, second, lavender AND YES, IT'S BECAUSE HE'S GAY

I really wanted to capture his suffering through Roland's behavior because he is his best friend. He loves him. But he can't do anything about what Roland is doing, his words aren't getting through and he isn't able to change anything

The dagger symbolizes the daggers he exchanged with Roland, very symbolic and beautiful, I love it

Oranges are a very difficult topic, FIRST, NOTICE HOW THEY COMPLETE WITH ROLAND'S MOODBOARD, secondly, this actually reflects part of my story when I couldn't swallow anything but an orange

Yeah, sad little shit BUT ANYWAY

Two last ones

The first will be Otilio, whose name is now Marco. As you can guess, he is also a priest. He grew up in the countryside and I really wanted to capture that and I honestly see him as such a little bird, sparrow, and I tried to show that

I also really wanted to show that his family is a family of blacksmiths

He has this warm vibe, he is a very loving and caring person. The late summer JUST BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS

"Is this what I get for loving God?". Otilio lost a friend because of religion. This is also symbolized by the crow devouring the heart

Last is Ottfried

He is my favorite, even though he has been long dead in the story

He is a quiet person, he hardly speaks at all and he wanders around the country only playing the flute and begging

I really wanted to give off his soft calm vibe here. Such chamomile

As for his quote, he was literally seen as cursed

The Church tried very hard to fight him, so I also put there a mouse that had been attacked by a crow. Otto is just such a little defenseless mouse hiding in corners

Yeah

Thats pretty much it

Of course, I also have other characters, Maria, Clara, Claus and a few others, but since everything is at such an early stage, I haven't done anything with them yet

:(

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE OCS!!! •

read the story here x

007 || Sunshine || Danielle Torres

I’m not bad, I’m not good. I drank every sky that I could. Made myself mythical, tried to be real. Saw the future in the face of a daffodil • daffodil by florence + the machine

009 || Luke || Luke Hopper

He’ll blame the alcohol. And you’ll blame the full moon. She’ll blame the fall of man. And I’ll blame the evening news for giving us dooms day • fool’s gold by Lucy Dacus

010 || Leia || Leia Hopper

I’m bending to the ground just to pick up little worms. And I have seen you relish such violence with a joy that I’ve only seen before in the little eyes of boys discovering their power for the first time • boys, bugs, and men by Paris Paloma

Calum Miller

I am one of those melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up. I think I’m cracking up. Am I paranoid or am I just stoned? • basket case by green day

Tamera Willow

This is not really, this, this, this is not really happening. You bet your life it is. You bet your life it is. Honey, you bet your life • cornflake girl by tori amos

[darkfeath3r]

I wish I could draw my ocs but all I got is mood/aesthetic boards and playlists (actually I'm still working on the playlist)

So without further ado, let me introduce you to my oc for my fairy tale Sonic fanfic, Asher:

Description: White stag with golden antlers

Residence: Glittering Wilds

Weapons: none

Powers: pyromancy, minor healing

Likes: tea, knitting, gardening, nature

Dislikes: cruelty, when people ignore his advice and get themselves hurt, gossip

Quotes: "I'm afraid you must accept. I won't allow you to roam around the forest without provisions."

“Do you know how many times you stopped－” Asher shook his head, setting down the firewood and the vegetables. “You are incredibly resilient, Sonic, but you must let your body rest.”

“You’re a princess! You need to be more responsible! You can’t be taking all these unnecessary risks all the time.”

“I’m afraid their story has been lost to time.

“The only monsters here I see are you.”

[pixxiecup]

so sorry ! i must’ve read over orginal characters in your guide lines ! can you do my oc zero for a moodboard/stimboard? (my art + my character)

she likes deltarune, slime rancher, coloring and cleaning if that helps ! she also really likes cute plushies (like cat themed or pokemon theme like sylveon!)

i hope thats enough info :D

posted !! am so srry 4 the delay , i hope u enjoy :3

[moonlover9191]

Hi! I'm Moon! ヘ(^_^)

Let me know if I need to add anything.

Hello! I'm the owner of this blog. You can call me Dee, Danni or Moon. I go by she/her and she/her only!

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My asks/requests for fanfics are open for: Headcannons, Fluff, OC ship requests, Moodboards, Imagines, Youtube/Spotify playlists, Edits, character X character X reader, stories, fanfics, agnst, platonic, character as a parent to user, etc.

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My other accounts; @veinrupture = my Peter Strahm blog. @ice-and-everything-cold = my oc, Autumn Hargrove.

Thanks for reading!

[lovely--lori]

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• Moodboard made in Canva, orginal template called Black Minimalist MoodBoard.

• Moodboard is for my new character Peyton, will post his character info soon.

• All images found on Pinterest and saved in this board.

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