#self-indulgent alter pack

[alterpackzzz-paradise]

‘’ Opening files,, Proceed ?’’

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This post was curated by Mod Harry ! 🪞

This post is self indulgent !

Name(s) ; Muffin / Muffs / Myth .

╰ ☆ ⋮ Pronouns ; He / Him

╰ Neopronoun suggestions ! ๋. ⭑ ;

HY / HYM , SHY / HYR , SPORTS / SPORTSELF , SOCC / SOCCERS , BASKET / BASKETBALLSELF , CHAMP / CHAMPIONS , LEAGUE / LEAGUES , TROPHY / TROPHYSELF .

Age ; Mortal .

╰ ☆ ⋮ 30 Years Old .

Gender(s) ; SkaterBoyic , Boystoneric , Xenboy , Patheticboy , Boycreature .

╰ Orientations ☆ ⋮ Demiromantic , Omnisexual [ Heavy Male Pref. ]

CisIDS ; CisAxolotlic , Ashy Skin , Black eyes , Tall , CisHeight , CisHigh-Empathic .

TransIDS ; TransWeight , PermaYoung-dultic , Transharmed , Permavictim .

Paras ; 🌷 , 🪢 , 💥 , 👀 (being stalked) , 🖤 .

Source(s) ; Sirfluffverse .

Role(s) ; Protector , Rotmate , Moodbooster .

╰ Alter Type ☆ ⋮ Fictive .

MBTI ; ESFP .

╰ Enneagram ! ☆ ⋮ 2w3 .

Other Info ! ♡

Extras ! ♡

╰ Birthday ! ☆ ⋮ May 16th, 1994 ! ♡

Appearance/Faceclaim(s) ;

[sillies4u]

SILLIES 4 U ! ! !

this blog was made by @rottinggraves & @punkrocloser !

this blog is for alter / headmate packs , requests are ALWAYS open !

will also (occasionally) do transid coining ! requests are always open for that as well !

no template required , just try to give us a little info !!

both of the mods are pro radqueer , pro endo , pro transid and pro para ! neither of us will elaborate on our contact stances but we are both pro consent .

mod intros under the cut . . .

MOD ASHLEY ! ! !

i go by ashley or styx, he/it/she prns and any terms ! Chrono 15 & intra 19 :3

sources I know: sanrio, monster high, ever after high, Disney, the coffin of andy and leyley, hoyoverse (especially honkai: star rail), needy streamer overload, any horror movie, (some) YouTubers, cookie run kingdom, kpop (g idle, kard, twice, le sserafim, etc.), hazbin hotel, helluva boss, muse dash, death note, bad thinking diary, I love Amy, diary of a wimpy kid, south park, doki doki literature club, the book of life + more !

userbox below

MOD PYRO ! ! !

My name is pyro I go by they/hx/rot I’m radqueer etc and have 2 lovely partner systems and me and my sub sys will be running this w/ Ashley

sources I know: the coffin of Andy and leyley, sanrio, bandom, MLP, sanrio, DSMP, more

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[headmateelevator]

order up!

self indulgent pack(s) - christmas toons.

name(s) - Ginger , Carol , Holly , Eve , Winter , Mary , Clementine , Silver , Skyler , Snow , Snowe , Solstice , Spruce , Starla , Tinsel.

pronouns - she / her / shy / hyr / swe / sweet / sweets / fros / frost / frosting / che / cheer / cheers / sh♡ / h♡r / fri / frill / ba / bake / fae / fem / spri / sprinkles.

gender(s) - transgender femme , campmasgender , gendermerry , GINGERBREADMILKIC , Gingerbreadcakenix , Gingerbreadgender.

orientations - sapphic recipriromantic.

role(s) - holiday fronter (not exclusively) , protector , chef.

species - Gingerbread Toon.

source(s) - Ginger - Dandy's World.

emoji(s) - 🎂 , 🥮 , 🧁 , 🍰 , 🍪 , 🍩.

likes - the smell of gingerbread , baking , making christmas cookies , making sweet drinks / coffee , wearing christmas pj's.

dislikes - bitter foods , burnt baking , being unclean , being alone for long , rude people , loud noise.

front triggers - christmas toons , christmas movies , holidays , Bobette fronting (if both are formed) , cosmo fictives / kins / mentions / etc , baking.

faceclaims -

( 1 - 2 - 3 )

name(s) - Bobette , Belle , Cupid , Donna , Donner , Holly , Tinsel , Clause , Cindy , Ornie , Comet , Glowyn , Halo , Haven.

pronouns - she / her / shi / hir / Be / Bel / Bells / Che / Cheer / Cheers / Co / Coal / Coals / Fra / Frost / Fros / Gi / Gift / Gifts / Jo / Joy / Joys / Ji / Jingle / Jingles.

gender(s) - girl , xgiftedgender , CAROLBELLIC , gendermerry , campmasgender , CHRISTMASNYANCATEMBODIMENT , wreathgender , Christmasbearic.

orientations - omnisexual heavy fem pref.

role(s) - holiday fronter (not exclusively) , auxiliary , consumanaut , happiness holder.

species - Bauble Toon.

source(s) - Bobette - Dandy's World.

emoji(s) - 🎄 , 🕯️ , 🎁 , 🎀 , ��.

likes - christmastime , talking to friends , eating sweets , candy canes , drawing , wearing super comfy clothes , christmas pj's , hot cocoa , dogs.

dislikes - lonliness , bitter stuff , mean people , being tired / having no energy.

front triggers - friends , christmas toons , christmas movies , holidays , holiday decorating , Ginger fronting (if both are formed).

faceclaims -

( 1 - 2 - 3 )

images of both -

( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 )

Rudie and coal link tba soon!

if anyone else would like packs of these characters it is of course okay to ask!! any other level or specifications may be asked for for these characters! same goes with any of my packs.

[traumakiss]

Name: Andrew, Vincent, Cain, Zachary, Charles, Bones, Nero Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, Gore/Gores, Fle/Flesh, Kni/Knife, Bi/Bite, Smoke/Smokes, Ki/Kill, Fang/Fangs, Hye/Hym Age: Chronofuck Permadult Gender: Transmasculine, Agender, Boyrevived, Bloodypawprintic, Slaughterboyf, Deadboycoric, Batboy, Bodyhorroric, Slasherboy, Slashermasc, Transmascthing, AK47Boy Orientation: Aromantic Demisexual, BiOmni Species: Human? Typing Quirk: N/A Other: Hypersexual

CisIDs: Black Hair, Green Eyes, ASPD, BPD, AVPD, White, Canadian, American, Manipulative, Obsessive TransIDs: TrisHarmful, TransProgrammer, TransSchoolShooter, TransRAMCOA, TransNeglectful, TransDoxxer, TransStalker, TrisCannibal Paraphilias: 🍸, 🚸, 🐕🐾, ⚰️, 🦴, 🌷, 🥀, 💤, 🩸, 🩹, 🔫 ! Other: Sadist (Sadomasochist in denial)

Role: Stinger Alter, Sexual Alter, Pain Suppressor Source: Andrew Graves (The Coffin of Andy and Leyley) Likes: Ashley, Gore, True Crime, Smoking Dislikes: Being Alone, Ashley Being Upset, Neglectful Parents Other: Becomes Apathetic When Seperated From His Ashley Appearance: Canon

[wispyfrills]

Wisp's alter pack’s!!

I made this blog for alter / headmate packs I will take requests :3

My other blog with my very lovely partner <3

I’m pro-endo!!

There is no template for requests just be detailed

I don’t take requests for transID’s etc all though I do support them!!

Wisp’s intro!!

Hello!! I’m wisp a mixed origin system off 1’000+ we are collectively taken to necro <3 ( @bloodyfrills ) we use they/rot/bone/song ill do just about any request from any media as long as I can get all the info I need for it.

Tagging system

𝒢ㅤ 🎀 request accepted ᵕㅤ₊

𝒢ㅤ ⚰️ request denied ᵕㅤ₊

𝒢ㅤ 🎱 self-indulgent ᵕㅤ₊

𝒢ㅤ 🪓 talking ᵕㅤ₊

𝒢ㅤ 🎥 reblogs ᵕㅤ₊

[quiet-saint]

More android!Vergil hcs nsfw included. Vergil/reader

Nsfw/+18.

A/n: idk I swear I WAS working on rockstar!dante (3.1k and done but idk if I like it :( but if y'all want it i'll drop it) i just wanted to get more android vergil out there. Self-indulgent as always!!

☆ Didn't really want to be your bodyguard initially. Could've refused your father's request as he is a deviant but he felt something within his programming, an instinct to protect. It is what he was made for after all. Deep down even after all the damage he endured under the mundus corporation, Vergil still wants to protect.

☆ Expected to find a spoiled brat of a human. Is pleasantly surprised to discover you're polite, quiet, if a little annoyed and upset. Understandable given the situation.

☆ Dresses in suits, button ups, slacks. Always looks impeccable.

☆ When Vergil accompanies you anywhere outside of the shared highrise luxury apartment you were relocated to, he changes the color of his eyes and hair in an effort to hide his nature both as a deviant and a Sparda android. Styles his hair differently too.

☆ Speaking of the Sparda line there have only ever been four created. You know of Vergil's brothers, Dante and Nero but you have yet to meet them. Vergil refuses to talk about the first Sparda model.

☆ Ends up doing more than his guard duties. Vergil cooks for you because you skip too many meals for his liking. "Are you truly incapable of taking proper care of yourself?"

☆ Used to cook for V quite a bit

☆ Vergil can and will help you with most things if you ask. He's an android. He's strong and has access to all kinds of knowledge. He won't help you with something if it's not good for you, though. Anything self-destructive is an immediate no. Anything that has the potential to interfere with his job is a no.

ִ ࣪𖤐Nsfw ִ ࣪𖤐

☆ Is a bit of a brat tamer.

☆ Loves to see you cry and squirm beneath him whether from overstimulation or desperation. Gives him the best feeling of power to have you, a human, begging so sweetly. As such he's big on overstimulation and edging.

☆ Vergil has a normal looking cock. Packs more in length than girth. Could buy parts to change it but doesn't want to. Likes it how it is.

☆ His loads are thinner in terms of consistency. Can adjust how much he releases. Also there's the faintest blue tint to it. Tastes like saline but like, faint and a slight altered?

☆ Vergil has thought about that product that temporarily replaces an android's usual taste with a different flavor because he's curious to see how long he can get you to stay there on your knees, sucking and lapping at him. He's thinking about getting the cherry flavor.

☆ Once he discovers your little reactions to his touches, what gets you to moan and squirm, Vergil immediately files it away. Knows exactly how to touch you now.

☆ Can and will hold off his own release for however long he wants.

☆ Into degrading you. Don't try to degrade him though.

☆ Gets off on treating you like a toy sometimes.

☆ As rough and a little mean as Vergil can be sometimes, he's actually quite sweet and gentle.

☆ Android Vergil is actually good at aftercare. Needs to make sure you're okay. The type to run a bath if you want. Can and will also jump in the shower with you.

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Literally can't stop thinking about sticking the dmc chars in like the dbh world. I've got who'd be an android, what jobs they have and shit. Idk it's just such an interesting setting.

[karlachismylife]

People Are Strange

Yup, a surprise drop from me instead of any of the things I promised. Honestly, I just fell into a weird state today and very much was missing the state and things I'm describing here, so I just wrote some extremely self-indulgent blatant self-insert thing I doubt anyone will enjoy. Yup, everything here, except the surprise guest part, is how I sometimes spend time, and the paintings are actually my real paintings too. Welcome to the mind of Juju, I guess, lol.

So yeah, sorry, I'm hoping this will shake me out of today's stupor and let me do the things I actually should. And maybe someone will like it, I dunno.

CW: afab!reader, smoking (a lot of it), alcohol mentioned, clearly unhealthy behavior and habits, altered state of mind, unsafe behavior (please don't let strangers into your home at night). Reader is a painting hippie-adjacent weirdo (hello). Basically no plot. Probably OOC Ghost. Or not. He's also a weirdo, you know.

(Title from a song by The Doors, but it's this track by Ren I've been listening to this whole time, recommended to listen while reading)

There was a certain irony in the fact that it was the evening you spent blasting The Doors in your lonely apartment that your door got knocked on.

You weren't expecting anyone, self-inflicted isolation has already spiraled to the point where everyone knew to leave you be until another episode passes. All the friends that tried to get ahold of you, were left with unread messages, unanswered calls and your neighbours' reassurance that you were still live and going out to buy groceries - stacks of cigarette packs, the same brand of beer and random assortment of both proper food and unhealthy snacks.

You were fine. You just needed a pause, a break to get recharged in that suspended state outside normal world. Forget about the clocks and proper routine, submerge yourself into nowhere and nowhen, take time to allow yourself some doubt whether or not you even existed.

And paint. You also wanted to paint.

Waking up late past noon, spending time just laying on the parquet board of your floor, eating leftovers and chasing yourself into that limbo by the time darkness fell over the city, you disappeared from here and now every night for already two weeks. World stopped being real, cigarette smoke filled the room in an infinite chain of drags, coiling in a prophetic dance under your slightly yellowish lamps, music warped your sense of space, until you finally dissosiated with that excited tingling in the tips of your fingers holding a brush in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Sounds and objects turned unrecognizable, carrying you through the ever-new and exciting inside-out of the universe.

So it took you some time to finally gather that it was knocking on your door that you heard - you were so far away from Earth, mix of reds, oranges and pinks gliding over your wet canvas, that you forgot even to get scared by someone knocking, quite insistently, into your apartment at one past midnight.

Not that you even remotely knew what time it was.

Still delayed in your reactions, you finally put the butt of your snuffed out cigarette into the overflowing ashtray - the mountain of ash with butts sticking out of it reminded you of that little chemistry trick with ammonium dichromate, and then got up. Once you opened the door of your bedroom, you almost sobered up from your hazed state, much cooler and clearer air of the rest of the apartment hitting your cheeks and exposed shoulders - you didn't even realize how much your train smoking fogged the room and dimmed the light there. The lack sounds in lifeless, yet still lit with all the lamps, rooms, also made you feel like the world got muffled. Must've been all the music you've been listening to for hours.

Or maybe you were still somewhere partially outside your body, far, far away from that two-bedroom apartment with windows looking outside at their yellowish twins littering unevenly neighborly buildings.

Someone knocked again, finally startling you, and you padded barefoot to the door, unlocking it without peeking outside - you forgot.

You didn't know that large man standing outside your apartment, dressed in all black, matching up to the surgical mask on his face. You moved here a few months ago and were going out at normal hours before you had your little episode, and you have never seen him before. What could he even want?

A realisation dawned on you as he looked you over with a visible disappointment in his piercing eyes - was it your sirwal pants, your paint-stained skin exposed by a Ganesha tanktop, all the bracelets or the paint brush you wer still clutching in your hand, you weren't sure, but he looked like the kind of man to grunt "damn hippies" into your back with all the disdain he could find in himself. So the logical conclusion came quickly, despite your brain being slow and foggy, still stuck at the canvas you were engrossed in to the point of using your fingers to paint too.

"Music, yeah?"

He blinked at you, clearly cut off in the middle of his sentence - fuck, you didn't even register his voice, must've been on the wavelength you've already got numb to. But you still tried.

"Sorry, I didn't... my music's too loud? I can turn it down, sorry, I didn't realize-"

"No. I knocked not because of the music." You blinked now, too, the stinging in your eyes hinting that you haven't done that for some time. "I'm from the apartment across... you're new here?"

"Couple... three months, I think. Sorry, I've never seen you, is that Billy's apartment?" Maybe it wasn't. You were pretty sure it was, though, you met Billy once or twice, busy lad, but a nice one. His hoodie was the colour of beans and he looked much friendlier than the guy towering over you in front of your door.

"Aye, bloke's my landlord. Listen, love, I only knocked 'cause ya're the only one not asleep on the floor yet. Can I come in? Got locked out, just came back from work and bloody lock got jammed. Can't call anyone this late." He sighed again and you blinked very forcefully this time, raising your eyebrows to clear your vision and get another, real good look at the man.

He looked tired.

Somehow the more you looked at him, the softer his feautures got - all the hostility now revealing itself to be just plain human irritability and grumpiness from exhaustion. Deep shadows under his eyes - although there was just pure black smidged under his left one, so maybe he actually wasn't as sleep-deprived as he seemed. His posture was off, slouched shoulder that did nothing to make him look less hulking, weight shifted onto one foot to support a duffelbag on one shoulder. Nice boots, though, and keys with the familiar key to common door - so he actually did live here.

"You wanna sleep over?" Your disorganised self tried to do several things at once - ask a question like a normal person would and open the door to invite in a stranger like no normal person would - and almost got stuck in the middle, so you slurred your words and stopped before your door was open enough to let the broad guest inside.

To his credit, he only leaned forward, as if for a step, and then paused, blond eyebrows furrowing with suspicion.

"Ya drunk? High?" Watching him take a step back, you tried to think about his question. Were you? Probably not.

"No, jus' tired." That was easier to explain than the fact that you felt your head fill with fuzzy black dots and little spiky wheels running over the inside surface of your skull. "Come in. I have a spare bedroom."

He came in. Judging by the sound it hit your floor with, his bag was loaded - if you could spare a minute to think properly, you would realize it shouldn't be a surprise if he left for more than three months to avoid meeting you. Wiping your suddenly sweaty and greasy forehead, you tried remembering what is usually done when you have guest's over.

"So... you can leave shoes here... toilet's down this hall, the furthest door, bathroom's close-"

"Name's Simon."

For whatever reason, it was his name, thrown out there right when your playlist paused between Crystal Ship and Spanish Caravan, that made you finally snap back into your body. You felt the itch in your fingers where your brush handle dug into the skin, smelled the smokey aftertaste in the air left by you opening the door and letting that one and a half packs worth of smoke into the apartment, and felt cold in your bare arms. Even felt the hairs on your forearms rise protectively.

"Right. Nice to meet you, Simon. Sorry, I'm a little bit... distracted." Scratching your eyebrow, you named yourself and repeated the instructions about the shoes and hands washing - surprisingly, Simon did just as you said. Seeing him in the bathroom with half of the tiles decorated by those special markers was funny.

Too much glitter and unicorns for such brute of a man.

"So, uh, I wasn't actually going to sleep yet... I can turn off the music so you can rest... want some tea?"

Simon didn't answer straight away, hesitating between two towels, until you finally rushed to help him and shoved the one with Pinky Pie in his wet hands.

"Wouldn't mind a cuppa, love. And don't worry 'bout the music. 'M not gonna sleep either, jus' need a place to stay until I can call 'bout the damn lock. Jus' a few hours and I'm gone."

A few hours was exactly how much you had left in you, before you would sleepily fry your ritualistic veggies for a 6 am supper and collapse on the bed next to a new painting. Somewhat relieved that you didn't have to interrupt your hypnotizing background noise - even though the man himself was quite an interruption - you hummed and padded to the kitchen, finally placing the brush down on the sink edge to keep paint from staining your counter and putting the kettle on.

As you turned, another cigarette between your fingers by inertia, you finally got actually scared - dropped your lighter and everything, big hand reaching out to catch it inches above the floor with inhumane reflex.

"Oh fuck! Shit, sorry, you scared me, you- you're so quiet... thanks." With a trembling hand, you put your cigarette back into your mouth and let Simon light it for you. If your eyes weren't so full of pink from the painting you were doing, you would say his ears reddened a bit.

"Sorry. Jus' a habit," he offered with an awkward nape rub and checked the steadiness of your kitchen table before leaning his hip against it. Behind your back kettle finally started gurgling and bubbling. "Not gonna open a window?"

"Oh, you don't like the smoke? Sorry, I, uhm... well, shit, I kinda got whole apartment fumed..." His eyes smiled - and he chuckled. It was the friendliest sound he made so far, and you liked it. "What? I didn't expect anyone! I just don't wanna get distracted from what I'm doing every time I need a smoke."

"And I take it, you need it a lot, huh?" He chuckled again, and you rolled your eyes at him, turning away for a moment to shake the ash off into the sink. You weren't expecting him to say much more, but he suddenly asked: "Can I 'ave one, too? I mean, I've got mine. Jus' asking if you mind."

Having someone else be okay with smoking inside was nice. Granted, he was probably just using an opportunity since it wasn't his apartment, but your mind flashed with the times you had friend gatherings like that - gutar strings plucked for everyone sitting in a circle, bottles scattered conviniently and that same overflowing ashtray somewhere in the middle, dangerously close to the giant bowl of freshly fried chips.

"Yeah, sure, mate, just... let's go to my room first, I have my ashtray there. Lemme make the tea and I'll show you..."

"Not too hard of a guess which way to go, lass, but sure." Simon was a tease, you finally connected. Taking the piss, a joker. Sarcastic, just like someone you knew.

You missed them less and more now that he was here, disrupting your isolation. Got you completely sobered up by the time you sipped the tea to make sure it won't spill over the rim of the mug, but the thing was, you didn't mind. You passed Simon his mug, the one with "seven days without a pun makes one weak" - suited him well, you thought, and he clearly loved it judging by his chuckle - and grabbed your brush, clutching your cig in your teeth to make way to the bedroom.

Simon blinked as if all the colour and clutter hurt his eyes, when he entered, and then, after a quick scan of the room, locked in on your canvas.

"A real artist, huh?" His tone was surprisingly not mocking - not that you expected to be taken seriously by him. You weren't taken seriously even by yourself.

"No, not really. Just get in the mood sometimes." You showed him the ashtray buried under the hours of trash and took a fresh drag, desperately trying to get back into said mood.

Simon made it hard, though.

"Right. Quite the gallery for "not really" an artist," he circled the room, generally pointing out all the other canvases. Or maybe all the colourful junk in general. "Making a series or somthin'?"

You glanced at the wall he nodded at. Two more pieces with hands imagery. He was right.

"A triptych. Didn't take you for an art person." He cuckled again, as if you made a funny joke, and shook his buzzed head, tapping his cigarette over the mountain Ash.

"'M not. But ya ain't making it hard to guess." While he wandered around your cluttered room, you sat back down at the easel and looked at the rough silouettes of holding hands in the top third of the canvas, trying to rememeber what feeling was strangling your mind to the point of pleasant asphyxia while you were painting them. "And this one?"

Unhappy girl started playing and you caught the irony. A lot of irony tonight, too much for normal world - that's why you felt so safe: you were still not in the real human world where bad things happened to reckless people.

"That's a self-portrait." You grinned as Simon made a point out of looking between you and th big canvas.

"Sorry if that's offensive, but that don't look like ya, love."

"That's cuz it's a self-portrait of how I'm often feeling. Maybe I am a lil' bit of an artist, see, metaphors and shit."

He laughed. You liked that a lot, too. Something started coating your brain in a muffling blanket, and you left your tea mug and cig, picking up the brush again.

"Hands a metaphor too, then?" He finally sat down, on your bed, right where he could watch you paint. You've never been watched, especially while painting, baring your incompetence, chaotic thought flow and emotions.

Your self-portrait was frozen in a constant agony of screaming, overflowing with all feelings at once. If you didn't dissosiate while painting, you would scream in the process too.

"Yeah, hands are a metaphor too," your voice didn't sound right. For some reason, you imagined what you looked like from Simon's point of view from behind.

Like that Johannes Gumpp's painting of himself painting himself from a mirror reflection.

"Of what? World peace?" Simon grunted somewhere behind you, shifting and rustling with something on your bed. Cleared some space for himself among the herd of your stuffed animals? Propped himself on your pillow, still in his street clothes and with a cigarette clutched in a big ungloved hand?

A diturbing feeling of a French stop motion short film enveloped you starting from your forehead, artistic unease of standing on the border of something normal people can't even comprehend. You watched your hand move across the canvas, adding colour intuitively, making judgements on light and shadow intuitively, no training and theory behind your hypnotized movements.

"No... it's a story about coming out of a dark place. I called the triptych "Exit"," you paused, words slurring again as your thoughts slowly choked in the grip of the process and the thrill of having someone witness the birth of your last piece.

Someone who just shifted you back into the right headspace despite being the last person you could imagine doing it.

"It's three steps I'm taking to get out of a bad place in my head. The first piece is To Be." Simon grunted, leaning slightly to the side to glance at the darkest of the paintings. "Cuz that's enough for a start, you know? Just being."

Dipping your brush in bright yellow, you left a stain on the dry skin of one of the hands you were painting. Simon didn't say a word, but you felt that he listened.

"The second one's To Create. Because creating is the opposite of destruction."

There was another pause in the playlist and you lowered your brush, not noticing that the yellow somehow found its way onto your own hand - and now pants too.

Silence lasted probably a million years back at the Earth while you just sat there with your guest. Then the bed creaked, a lighter clicked and a blow of smoke flew over your shoulder, looming form casting a shadow over your bright colours - not a single black spot on this last, third piece.

"And this one?" Simon's voice rumbled right above your ear. You took the cigarette from his hand, slowly, underwater movements and phantom brush of dry lips with an ugly scar on your throbbing in an airless bedroom temple.

"And this one is..." you blinked, a clear thought that he knows hitting the roof of your skull like a suddenly thrown tennis ball. "This one is To Love."

You were still only on your second step, deep into creation. But maybe Simon knocked on your door tonigt to remind you you'll have to move onto the third one soon.

[canines-alter-creation]

This is the first of Our+ self-indulgent packs! We've+ always loved fae lore and the fairfolk, so I figured I'd make a more accurate Fae pack, instead of just one based in gentler myths/ideas!

Pack is free to split from and free to take inspo from!

> Name(s): Oleander, Foxglove, Hemlock, Nightshade, Hollyhock, Ivy, Azalea, Yew, Baneberry

> Pronoun(s):he/she/they/it/fae/faer/stem/bloom

> Age: ageless, fae creature

> Gender: pangender

> Sexuality: feels no attraciton, only ownership. If in a relationship with a fellow fae, may have a mutual ownership relationship

> Role: verbal protector

> Source: alterblogic, brainmade

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🧚, 🌱, ☘️, 🌑, 🍂, 🪞

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

Front triggered by being accused of lying, or for being in a situation where telling a half truth is the best safety, especially if threatened by an authority figure. Does not experience normal human emotions so will do anything to stay safe, no matter the cost. 

> Likes/dislikes:

+ nature, being outside, taking names, acting in a “fae-like” manner, being respected/feared, being treated as a traditional fairfolk and not as a “fairy”

- being treated as harmless, being humanized, being called a liar

> Personality: They are a tricky creature. Not particularly interested in relationships unless there’s something to gain from it. Soft spoken, and when speaking, tend to put the listener into a trance, because they have a soft, fairly monotone voice. There is no emotion to be shown, no truth or lie, just flatness. Is fundamentally incapable of telling lies, but will speak half-truths or take a long time to get to the answer to make it more difficult to understand. Likes to use big or complex words, may speak in meter or rhyme. 

> Ways they do their role: this is an alter born from years of being treated like a liar. Years of being promised that “telling the truth” will give you a lesser punishment only to be called a liar when you do so. This alter exists to speak in half-truths, coming up with things that are close enough to the truth to be believable, but far enough from it to keep you out of trouble. They will tell these half-truths indiscriminately, believing that nobody is worthy of the full truth. 

> Inner world occupation or behavior: Lives in a forest or nature area, depending on how dark you want to go, may live in a creepy forest, and comes out of the trees almost unsettlingly when needed or asked for. Prefers a solitary life, will trap you in the forest if it feels like it. 

> Possible outerworld behavior: Fae does not like to front, only coming around if absolutely necessary, if it is fronting for whatever reason, it prefers to be alone and outside. In fact, if fronting for no discernable reason, will attempt to get outside and alone as fast as possible.

[waterfoxbah]

Ocean-sized self-indulgent alter pack ! (Finn from Dandy's World)

☆ Name(s): Finn, Finnley, Fisher, Kai, Maxwell, Rayan, Sal. ☆ Age: Ageless, 16 ☆ Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, Wave/Waves, Shar/Shark, Fish/Fishes, Water/Waters, Ocean/Oceans, Kel/Kelp, Dive/Dives, Sir/Siren, Bowl/Bowls, Bub/Bubble, Blue/Blues, 🌧/🌧s, 🌊/🌊s, 🦈/🦈s, 💧/💧s, 🎣/🎣s. ☆ Sexuality: Achillean ☆ Gender(s): Trans male, Creauterelle, Genderaqua, Watergender, Niolumistarric, Hydrogender, Waterwebic, Watercoric, Oceanstimmic, Vaporeonic, Hydroslimeic, Aquagen, Gummysharkic, Watertypeic, Waterflow, Seamonsteric, Coralisea, Hydroneric. ☆ Personality:

Finn is an extroverted and kind fishbowl! Always happy to help, wave jokes to cheer up other system members. He sprints around excitedly through the headspace, looking for things to do. It has a great affinity with water, diving and fishing are one of kelps favorite activities. The ocean is its special interest, anything about it! From the animals to the plants and even the kinds of rock - anything about the ocean greatly amazes them.

☆ Role(s): Task manager, special interest holder, uplifter. ☆ Faceclaim:

☆ Emojis: 🎣🦈🩵🪼🐟🌊 ☆ Front triggers: Water sounds, Going to the beach, Seeing aquatic animals. ☆ Titles: He Who Came From The Water, Explorer Of The Sea, The Helpful Seamonster. ☆ How they do their role:

They do their roles by not getting the body too tired while doing activities, making puns about their special interests and talking about them and making jokes and talking about fun things for headmates who need it.

☆ Associated song: Water Island - My Singing Monsters

☆ Kins: Vaporeon (Pokémon), Sigewinne (Genshin Impact), Otis (Brawl Stars) ☆ Typing quirk: Capitalized first letter, all dots become exclamation marks, makes ocean puns. Ex:

“ Hey, how are y-eel doing? Haha! ”

☆ Voice claim: Gumball - The amazing World of Gumball. ☆ Moodboard:

[improbable-outset]

Do you ever feel like you're going insane when you read smut that makes like ..no fucking sense for the character. Like when ppl write Kenji as if he's some sort of bad boy womanizer and it's not an au he's just like that and it's ..that is???? Not the same man from the movie??? Like yeye bad boys hot but that's a decently polite young man? He memorized all of the reporters names... And knows their favorite teams??? He literally packed his entire life and career because his mom asked him to. Like he only lost his cool under extreme sleep deprivation blatant harassment and the assumption that his father was dead. Tbh the fact he didn't go villain after he though Emi died. Kinda a testament to that man's good boy status. Cause love Miguel but he'd have snapped in that moment (might feel bad after but like that would be after the fact) actually Miguel would've snapped way sooner probably between being told to go back to America and baby getting hurt the first time.

Also aside from baseball stuff Kenji touches things very gently like minimum points of contact, he's terrified of breaking his surroundings people please stop asking him to choke you and choke him instead and call him a good boy. He needs the validation to thrive.

TL:DR

Ouff anon, when I received this ask in my inbox, the first thing I thought of was, “I really hope my writing doesn’t come off like this.”

Because while fanfiction gives writers the freedom to explore characters in various ways, I do think that there’s something special and more refreshing about honoring the complexity of characters and their flaws.

Fanfictions are meant to be fun and imaginative, but it can be jarring when a character’s entire personality gets altered for the sake of fitting a popular trope.

I understand where you’re coming from, though, anon. It’s common for characters to be written into a familiar trope like the ‘dominant bad boy’ even if it doesn’t fit their canon personality.

However, this isn’t something new. People have been doing this for a long time, and I think it’s influenced by platforms like Wattpad, where those kind of characters are super popular.

People gobble that shit up so fast. And it’s become more prominent now and I think it might be because of BokTok. (Don’t take my word for it, this is an extremely biased opinion)

People will apply that trope to attractive characters from different media, and it can often lead to the character being portrayed in a way that contradicts their established personality.

And you’re right, Kenji's softer, more respectful nature might get overwritten because people might prioritise their own fantasies over canon, which might make them feel out of place a litte.

My guess, self indulging.

He is polite and thoughtful, and he definitely has that ‘good boy’ energy like you said. Those small details that you’ve mentioned paint the picture of who he truly is, but sometimes can be lost in fanfics when the focus is on making him fit the bad boy role.

I’m gonna drop some headcanons here, but I think part of Kenji’s politeness came from the struggles he faced when he lived in LA— being made fun of for the way he talks, his culture, and the food he ate.

It makes sense that he might have developed some people-pleasing tendencies from that, almost gentle demeanor, especially on camera. He’s someone who doesn’t want to mess up and tries to stay composed because that’s what people expect from him.

You mentioned Miguel and how he might’ve snapped way sooner. But, you have to understand that Miguel isn’t like for no reason.

His intense emotions and anger is rooted in his guilt. He literally collapsed an entire dimension and accidentally committed omniscide by disrupting a canon unknowingly.

He’s angry and defensive because he doesn’t want to make that mistake again. His strict, no-nonsense attitude is a shield and a defence mechanism as he prevents another catastrophe.

I don’t want to make it seem like I’m comparing their traumas. Both men have their own issues and which makes them unique and shapes their character in different ways.

Kenji is dealing with the pressure of his strained relationship with his father, the expectations of taking over his Ultraman duties, and the lingering pain of being bullied and his absent mother.

Similarly, Miguel’s trauma of losing a dimension and disrupting a canon unknowingly fuels his strict personality.

The only reason I’m delving into Miguel is that he’s another character who often gets rewritten for the sake of thirst or popular tropes, (and mischaracterised for being aggressive) when in reality, his harshness is a product of his deep emotional scar.

And just because a character is attractive doesn’t mean we should ignore the layers that make them compelling.

Both Kenji and Miguel are rich characters to explore with emotional depth shaped by their past experiences.

And I think it’s important to understand and respect those complexities (unless it’s an AU), rather than moulding them into a trope that doesn’t align with their backstories.

Of course, fanfiction is about fandom’s creativity and self-indulging, and people are free to interpret characters how they like, but I understand the frustration when you come across a fic or a set of headcanons that feel out of place with the original character.

[cranegirl]

Mari (Omori) Alter Pack

not a req, self-indulgent but f2u

Name: Mari

Ages: 16

Pronouns: she/they/duet/meow/lily/melody

Titles: the pianist, [prn] who loves all, [prn] who resides in headspace

Genders: Cis Female, Piantic, Omoriskyic, Melencholiangelic

Sexuality: Bisexual

Sources: Omori

Species: Human

Roles: Caretaker

TransIDs: Transdead, Transsuicide, Transsister, Transghost, Permateen

Aesthetics: angelcore, purecore, fogcore

Typing Quirk: n/a

Sign Off: 🎹, 🐈‍⬛, 🤍, 🧺

[alterpackzzz-paradise]

‘’ Opening files,, Proceed ?’’

[ > YES ♡ < ] ———————— [ NO ]

This post was curated by Mod Keith ! 🎤

This post was self indulgent !

Name(s) ; Mordecai / Claude / Bleu

╰ ☆ ⋮ Pronouns ; He / Him

╰ Neopronoun suggestions ! ๋. ⭑ ;

XE / XIM , STAR / STARS , FEATHER / FEATHERSELF , COSMO / COSMOS , NOCTUA / NOCTUASELF , BRO / BROSELF , BLU / BLUES , JAY / JAYSELF , BLUEJAY / BLUEJAYSELF , CONSTELLE / CONSTELLATIONS ♡

Age ; Mortal

╰ ☆ ⋮ 23 y/o ! ♡

Gender(s) ; Mascbluic , Moonentity , Nyctophic , Starsplodic , Astronovian , Startransmasc , Starblueboy .

╰ Orientations ☆ ⋮ Vincian, Aroflux ♡

CisIDS ; CisADHD , CisAutism , CisBlueJayic , Blue feathers , CisTransmasc . ♡

TransIDS ; TransOtherkinnic , Permavictim , TransSHscarric , PermaYoungAdultic , PermaSemiMaturity , Blueberryscentic , PermaTeenMentalitic , TransCaffeineAddictic ! ♡

Paras ; 🩳 , 💊🌻 (In Denial of) , 🪢 , 💐 . ♡

Source(s) ; Regular Show . ♡

Role(s) ; Protector , Hobbyist , Paichmate . ♡

╰ Alter Type ☆ ⋮ Fictive / Fragment .♡

MBTI ; ISFP . ♡

╰ Enneagram ! ☆ ⋮ 9w8 . ♡

Other Info ! ♡

Extras ! ♡

╰ Playlist ! ☆ ⋮ Starry Blue Tunes ! ♡

╰ Birthday ! ☆ ⋮ May 17th, 2001 ! ♡

Appearance/Faceclaim(s) ;

[sillies4u]

CATTY NOIR ALTER / HEADMATE PACK ! ! !

𝛏 ⎯ name(s): catty , tori , sparkle , muse , lyrica

𝛏 ⎯ age: chrono 16, transage 20

𝛏 ⎯ gender(s): valequette , lovirium , fem-ish , catlovegender

𝛏 ⎯ orientation(s): sapphic , cupiosexual

𝛏 ⎯ transids: transbpd , transpermadizzy , transparasocial , transshy , transaave , transmini , transsexualalter , transproblematicalter , transforcedpet , transowned , transstalked , transpinkblood

𝛏 ⎯ cisids: pink hair , pink eyes , werecat , autism , famous , permasmiling , adored

𝛏 ⎯ paras: 🌂 , 🌼 , 💤

𝛏 ⎯ role(s): dear , catgirlxenorole

𝛏 ⎯ source: catty noir (monster high)

𝛏 ⎯ species: werecat

𝛏 ⎯ pronouns: she/her , it/its , pop/pops , pink/pinks , they/them , fame/fames , sing/song , idols/idols

𝛏 ⎯ appearance:

[headmateelevator]

hold the door!! someone's coming in!

name(s) - Tommy , Theseus , Sage , Amaryllis , Cole , Hide , Imp , Raccoon , Icarus , Rascal , Auburn , Rouge , Bandit , Dire , Mutt.

pronouns - he / it / disc / song / axe / bloom / imp / bite / lone / cringe / pog / lake / stick / fanta / fire / demon / fang / blood / moo / boom / bark / fun / red / shout / game.

gender(s) - transmasc , happycolorsgender , happygender , tommyInnitCharic , Demongender , Bitething , muttial , thingmutt , boymutt , traumamutt , muttfreak , weirdpup , muttlexic , partygender , confettigender , loudpartygender , sillynsilliergender , Fungender , Goofygoobergender , Hapifriendix , Happygender , Partygender , Sillymaxxed.

orientations - bisexual , demiaroace.

role(s) - trauma holder , mood booster , rehabilitator , double agent.

species - humany demony thing.

source(s) - c!tommyinnit , DSMP.

emoji(s) - 🩹 , 🖍️ , 🌈 , 🎨 , ⛺ , 🏚️ , 🪵

likes - records , discs , music , animals , cool sticks , diet Coca-Cola , the color red , dragons , Fanta , oranges , trains , flowers.

dislikes - silence , sudden loud noises or movements , loneliness , being cold , injury.

front triggers - fun things , music imp enjoys , minecraft music , raccoons , source things , sourcemates , another fronter feeling unsafe.

personality description - very excitable and generally talkative, loves being around friends and trusted people and will talk their ear off for hours when he gets the chance. though he can get easily nervous or scared in unfamiliar situations, or when he's around crowds of untrusted people or on his own. will be very wary of some sourcemates at first, and will be slow to talk to them, though if he's given time he will warm up to them.

typing quirk - all caps, rarely punctuation other than exclamation marks. (ex: THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG!!)

typing example / small message - HELLO ALL!!! I AM WRITING A MESSAGE BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE IT ABOUT!!!!! SO I AM WRITING IT ABOUT JUST THAT!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A VERY GOOD DAY!!!! GOODBYE!!!!!!!!!!

faceclaims -

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[traumakiss]

Name: 彰人 { Akito }, Dawn(e), Jake, Cinema Pronouns: He ╱ Him, It ╱ Its, Neo ╱ Neon, Thxy ╱ Thxm Titles: The Determined Street Musician Age: TransAge YtO { 17 -> 20 } Species: Human Gender: Transmascfem, Boygxrl Orientation: Aroallo, BiGay Typing Quirk: N/A Other: Hypersexual

CisIDs: Japanese, Ginger, Green Eyes, BPD, HPD, ASPD, Cynophobia TransIDs: TransWhite, TransWasian, TrisHarmful, TransAbuser, TransNeonBlood, TransHanahaki Paraphilias: MＡP, Somnophile, Biastophile, Nｅcrophile, Consang Blankqueer Stance: Radqueer Other: Sadist

Role: Protector Source: Akito Shinonome { Project Sekai } Likes: Pancakes, His Sister, Singing Dislikes: Carrots, Dogs Other: Adores Ena Appearance: Canon

[the-gods-puppets-bah]

CONTENT WARNING: this pack includes some themes of unreality , use and proceed with caution

Another self indulgent one

BOO • MARK • CINTH

-> Headmate pack by Gods of Order written by Maxwell

Age ;; below 13

ID labels ;; Non-Binary , Agender , Male adjacent , biromantic

Pronouns ;; He/It/Ix/xey/flower/Dream/🪻

Species ;; Enderman Hybrid

Role ;; dpdr holder , symptoms manager

Boo is a quiet and soft spoken alter who enjoys front time. Ix can front outside of its role but it doesn’t mind fronting whenever. They’re very clingy to parental alters and since their role deals with the bodies possible dpdr , xey struggle with what’s real and what isn’t

When fronting they enjoy gardening and learning about flowers as well as listening to music. Xey have a special interest especially in flowering plants.

When dealing with unreal thoughts or feelings boo tends to ground with xier plants, using the smells or feelings to keep him grounded. If there’s no plants. Music works too.

Xey enjoy wearing hoodies and comfy lounge clothes , he also like necklaces and rings.