#( 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. )

[oakthcrn]

𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

{ 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐍 } an original character, 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑨𝑲𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵 . Multifandom, Multiverse, and Multifandom. Headcanon based.  A case study in grief, healing, fire, and revenge. A discovery of found family and learning to trust again. Loved by 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄.

[oakthcrn-a]

𝑨 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑺𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑬, 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺--𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑬, 𝑼𝑵𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺. 

{ 𝑶𝑨𝑲𝑻𝑯𝑪𝑹𝑵 } a multifandom, multiverse, multiship fantasy original character, 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 loved by 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑬. A case study in grief, healing, fire, and revenge. A discovery of found family and learning to trust those around you again.

[lielove]

IT'S TRUE . . .

independent ai hoshino from oshi no ko. established in april of 2023. multi-ship, multi-verse and multi-fandom.

blog has verses in many different fandoms including but not limited to honkai star rail, final fantasy and fate.

ABOUT || RULES || VERSES || HEADCANONS || PROMO CREDIT

. . . I LOVE YOU !!

( it may be a lie . . . but someday i'd like for it to become the truth !! )

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# 𝐒 𝐂 𝐑 𝐄 𝐖 𝐇 𝐎 𝐏 𝐄 ; an independent , private , mature depiction of 𝑬𝑴𝑴𝑨 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵 from 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. slightly canon divergent ; mostly headcanon based . MINORS DNI. [ char ━ they / them ━ 27 ━ cst ]

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; inherent good versus learned evil ; changing the course of your life ; believing in love above all else ; blind faithin people ; surviving out of spite ; &* 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄.

[wasntfaira]

#MAIMEDAFFAIR ; an independent , highly selective , & * mature multimuse roleplaying blog , featuring characters from : TWILIGHT , THE HUNGER GAMES , THE HAUNTING ANTHOLOGY , THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE , BALDUR'S GATE 3 , THE DRAGON AGE SERIES , BRIDGERTON , DISNEY ANIMATION , &* MUCH MORE ! ( 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 & 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒏𝒊. ) this blog is trigger heavy , so please proceed with caution . HEAVY FOCUS ON ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS. [ char ━ they / them ━ 27 ━ cst ]

[anarotheos]

while diana in my current verse hasn't been managed by a p.r. person in years ( mydni mayer passed away, diana has not worked with another person for her image. ), her general current image is both positive and negative, though it gears towards positive. when people see her, their reaction is usually one of wonder: she's stopped on the street & is easily recognizable as both Diana Prince & Wonder Woman, in or out of costume. the more negative perception is more belief - based, with most people who dislike her criticizing her religious practices, as well as a general distrust regarding Diana's political actions [i.e. not wanting / allowing the united states to hold or analyze or all around tamper with Amazonian technology.]

in universe, the wonder woman comics are canon. they're more fantastical than diana's actual adventures & none of the stories are actually true. still, they're popular enough with the younger demographic & usually when diana's stopped by a child or teenager, it's them asking a question in relation to the comics.

[strdstd-m]

"THIS PHANTOM LIFE, SHARPENS LIKE AN IMAGE, BUT IT SHARPENS LIKE A KNIFE"

𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙳𝚂𝚃𝙳 : indie & selective multi-fandom multi-muse roleplay blog ✘ multi-verse & multi-ship ✘ oc & crossover friendly ✘ low/sporadic activity ✘ written by kit (24 & they/them) ✘ © & ©

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@indigodreames asked: sit, i made enough for both of us. ( from cyndi ) | ༘⋆｡ quiet stillness. | accepting

It had been a couple of weeks since he developed a dynamic with Cyndi Rodriguez, and he enjoyed her company. The way she spoke about photography and flowers, the fact that she was running her mother's store, was something he viewed as honorable. Taking on a business was no easy task ─ he knew that already. However, Vergil was only able to handle those tasks with the help of so many people; Cyndi, on the other hand, at least as far as he was aware, worked by herself. Sometimes he would wonder when she would rest, if she ever took days off. Oddly enough, her work ethic reminded him a bit of himself. Sure, there were differences between running multiple businesses compared to a small, owned business. But it was more of the principle of it all, he wasn't sure where her mother was, or how involved she was in Cyndi's life, but he'd like to imagine she'd be proud of her daughter and all she's accomplished all on her own. 

Usually, Vergil would visit Cyndi at her store; however, this time, Vergil took it upon himself to visit her at home. He did it once before when they spent a rainy day in together and read.  The reason for this impromptu visit was that he had just gotten a new poetry book that he was eager to share; however, what he wasn't expecting was seeing that she had prepared a meal. ❝ My apologies for showing up unannounced. I wasn't aware you were busy. ❞ Vergil said when he looked over her to see a table set, however, when she told him to ❛ sit, I made enough for both of us. ❜  his icy blue eyes looked down at her, a faint smile ghosting his lips. Even though they had a friendly dynamic, he still felt it was rude to show up at her home without anything to offer; all he had was a book. Vergil didn't even think to bring food, let alone a snack or even a simple bottle of wine. 

Clearing his throat, Vergil gave a gentle nod. He didn't see a point in arguing with her or even protesting.  ❝ If you insist, Ms. Rodriguez. ❞ Once she made the way open to him, he gently stepped aside her to slip off his black loafers and take off his black coat. He was in his typical business casual attire, even though he wasn't working, he still liked to look his best. Placing the poetry book he brought that was inscribed with the letter ‘V’ on it on a nearby table, he followed her into the dining room area.  ❝ How is your flower business? ❞ Vergil began to ask as he pulled out a seat for Cyndi so she could sit first before he took his own.  ❝ I hope your customers have been treating you well. ❞ He took a moment to inhale, the smell of the food filling his nostrils, which sent a warmth in his stomach and a small growl following afterwards.  ❝ What you made here smells delicious. What is it?   ❞

[oakthcrn-a]

𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑳  

A dragon age: the veilguard verse crafted by Jackie.

Please be aware of triggering content below the readmore. tw: abuse, death, strangulation

Lark was born in the noble family of MacTavish in Starkhaven to an Antivan elf named Alessio de Riva, and her elven mother Marigold. Alessio de Riva was a Crow with expert skill in assassination but fled from Antiva to start a life with Marigold. He discarded his Antivan name and took up the name Mordred Oakthorn. For a long time, they lived in bliss.

When Lark was a toddler, she showed signs of being a mage, as she could control fire. Both her mother and father hid this from everyone, and Marigold began to teach Lark how to control it.

Lark wanted for nothing. They weren’t rich by any means but Mordred worked as an assistant to one of the advisors for the Vaels, and her mother worked as a baker. Lark grew up happy. Mordred never spoke of his past to his daughter.

On the eve of her 8th name day, Larkspur returned home to find her house destroyed and her mother and father dead. Lark came face to face with a man–an Antivan Crow, Armando De Riva, Lark didn’t run away, instead, she picked up rocks and threw them at him, her aim impressive to the Crow.

Armando took Lark to Treviso where she would be trained as a Crow. Her coppery ginger hair, deep blue eyes, and freckles would be an asset. At first, Lark tried to run and escape but was always caught to the amusement of Armando.

She was angry and hateful and despite her rage, she took to the training well. She caught up within a matter of months. She was trained to use blades and a bow, to ride horses, and to dance and sing. Everything that a Crow needed to know.

One evening, Lark was forced to go to the Opera as an escort for Armando. She donned beautiful clothes, and though she hated the company she was in, she found that she had a great love for the Opera. There was a young man; a singer who she became infatuated with.

She became friends with the opera singer named Caelum Sidonie, an Orlesian elf who was studying a great musician. He was well versed with a plethora of instruments, but he had a great love for the violin.

Lark kept her friendship with Caelum a secret and visited him any time she had spare time. She often spent her time away from House De Riva, and only returned when she was summoned or to sleep.

Eventually, Lark and Caelum fell in love, and Lark knew she would marry this man. However, before they could wed, Lark needed to leave the Crows for good.

Lark met with Armando and told him her intentions of leaving the Crows. At first, Armando outright refused but Lark managed to convince her to allow her to leave if she paid him back for all the money he put into raising her. He set the amount at 250k gold. Lark lived frugally to set money aside, it would be slow but if she worked hard, she would meet her goal and be free to leave.

She told Caleum of her deal with Armando and he began to save up as well, though Lark told him he didn't need to. He got paid well for what he did, and after months of saving, they were nearing their goal.

Below depicts a gruesome death involving strangulation and violence against women. Please be advised.

One night, Lark returned from completing a contract for Viago, and after giving her a report, she left to reunite with Caelum. To Lark's horror, she saw a body swinging from the steeple tower of the Opera House, battered and bruised as if he had been tortured. It was her beloved Caelum, lifeless.

Lark screamed and with the help of her childhood friend, Illario Dellamorte, she was able to get his body down. She had to contact Caelum's father and after the funeral, Lark went hunting for Armando. She found him in his study.

Lark went berserk, she destroyed his study, and she tried to kill him then and there, she had tackled him and had him pinned, but he managed to disarm her, but that didn't stop her from clawing up his face with her nails. She left permanent scars on his face.

He added more debt to her roster, now having to pay 750k for the damage to his study and he beat her to the inch of her life and left her in the cellar of the de Riva estate. She wanted to die right then and there. She had come to realize there was no escaping Armando. Her need for revenge only grew. From that moment on, Lark closed herself off to everyone around her. She put a wall up and kept everyone at arm's length; too afraid that if she showed a little bit of interest in someone, Armando would kill them.

Angry and heartbroken, Lark continued to work off her debt. By the time she was 23, she barely made a dent. That same year, Lark took a contract and while she did, she freed some prisoners in addition to completing the contract.

Without knowing, she had interfered with a bigger plot to take down the Antaam, which earned her banishment from Antiva, though Armando made it clear that she was still a part of House De Riva, and he would not let her go so easily.

Lark left Antiva, and met Varric. She went with him to Tevinter, and yet still received letters from Viago, she rarely replied to them, and when she did, she only wrote that she was alive. She worked alongside Varric in hopes of tracking down the Dread Wolf.

Post Veilguard: Lark is incredibly depressed when she is back with the Crows. The weight of leading the Veilguard and dealing with the final battle has Lark feeling empty. To her surprise, Viago had arranged a permanent contract carefully arranged by Viago himself funded by the other factions to have Lark not be an assassin but an envoy, while she was still considered a Crow, she would no longer have to take on other contracts and be an assassin.Lark travels between factions to provide aid, and her current mission is to help rebuild Docktown.

[lielove]

YOU'RE MY 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 / YOU'RE MY 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 !!

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est april 2023, multi-ship multi-verse and multi-fandom.

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[wasntfaira]

𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧. say a solemn prayer ; place a poppy in my hair. there's no morning glory ; it was war, it wasn't fair. &* we will never go back to that bloodshed -- crimson clover ; the worst was over. 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 all throughout the G R E A T W A R. always remember , we're burned for better. i vowed i would always be yours 'cause we survived the great war.

#WASNTFAIR ; an independent , highly selective , & * mature multimuse roleplaying blog , featuring characters from : TWILIGHT , THE HUNGER GAMES , THE HAUNTING ANTHOLOGY , THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE , BALDUR'S GATE 3 , THE DRAGON AGE SERIES , BRIDGERTON , DISNEY ANIMATION , &* MUCH MORE ! ( 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 & 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒏𝒊. ) this blog is trigger heavy , so please proceed with caution . HEAVY FOCUS ON ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS. [ char ━ they / them ━ 28 ━ cst ]

𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 : carrd. thread tracker.

[anarotheos]

𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑺 𝑨𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬.         selective and private writing blog for  DC COMICS   wonder woman   (  diana prince.  )    heavily headcanon based,    steeped in fantasy & magical realism   +   𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚃.    as beloved by venus-  21+.    #𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖘. 

☇      𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃.       ☇  KEVIN WADA’S  WW.   ☇   VISUAL BLOG.     ☇  𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳.

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ooc .ᐟ ₍ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐 ₎ ooc .ᐟ ₍ 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐 ₎ ooc .ᐟ ₍ 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 ₎ ooc .ᐟ ₍ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 ₎ ooc .ᐟ ₍ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 ₎ ooc .ᐟ ₍ 𝒊𝒓𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 ₎

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[oakthcrn]

𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺. 

{ OAKTHCRN } a multifandom, multiverse, multiship fantasy original character, 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 loved by 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑬. A case study in grief, healing, fire, and revenge. A discovery of found family and learning to trust those around you again.

promo credit: @berthindeath

[miightcontrcls]

@indigodreames asked: i didn't make any plans today. just this. ( from minerva ) | ༘⋆｡ quiet stillness. | accepting

Sitting in his office, Vergil pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked at paperwork while shifting his gaze between the computer screen. All the numbers were blending together. The reports, not to mention Dante, had scheduled a family dinner later in the week. Granted, it was just going to be the two of them, and as much as Vergil adored and loved his brother, he could only handle so much of him and his antics at a time. Sighing softly to himself, he ran his fingers through his silver colored hair. Leaning back in his chair, he took a moment to close his eyes. ❝ I should invest in blue light glasses… ❞ a soft mutter escaping his lips before he opened them again. 

Picking up his pen and resuming signatures, he heard a knock on the door. ❝ Come in. ❞ His voice was calm and collected, even if his mind was not. It was close to work hours coming to an end, and frankly, Vergil didn't know who was here and wasn't. Typically, he liked to know that he would rather be the last one out; he enjoyed the silence and the peace that came with it. As he heard the door open, he glanced up quickly before resuming his work, but did a double-take to see Minerva Buchanan. Vergil blinked a couple of times before clearing his throat. ❝ I didn't expect to see you here this late. ❞ He says softly, Vergil had hired her months ago, and she proved to be efficient, even more than that. When Vergil brought up to Dante how he hired a new assistant, the first comment his brother made was how attractive she was. Leave it to his brother, who used his private investigative work to look up various women, to set Vergil up with. Ever since Carmilla Bellemort, Vergil had sealed that part of his heart, and he felt as if he had failed during that relationship. With his pursuit of achieving power, upholding the Sparda Family legacy, he had pushed away the one woman he believed he loved, and it didn't help that Carmilla mothered his own child, Nero. So not only did he fail as a lover, but a father as well. It was something that was his greatest shame, and it was something he'd rather not reveal to anyone. As much as he craved to be loved, he believed his past wouldn't allow him to accept such things. 

Finishing up his tasks at hand, Vergil didn't want to keep her standing in the doorway. ❝ Please, have a seat. ❞ he gently ordered with a gesture of his hand for her to take a seat.  ❝ No plans for the evening? ❞ Perhaps it was too straightforward a question, but when she responded with; ❛ i didn't make any plans today. just this. ❜  His brow raised in curiosity.  ❝ Is that so? How curious. ❞ Vergil responded simply, the last part coming off more as a mutter under his breath than anything else. He tugged on the color of his three-piece suit and cleared his throat. Maybe it was how close she was, but he studied her features for a moment. She had lovely eyes, and what appeared to be, in his perception, gentle features that stirred something inside of him that he would rather suppress. 

 ❝ I don't know when I'll be leaving for the evening, but if you plan on keeping me company while I go over these reports, I can see about ordering food. ❞ He pauses for a moment.  ❝ If you're comfortable eating with me while I work. ❞ There was a faint pink that dusted his cheeks and colored the tips of his ears before it faded away. Usually, he'd never be so forward with someone who worked for him, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about her.